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Sorry for deviating from the current Topic (and from the theme of the blog) but do you have any Shadowvanilla/Pureshadow hcs or ideas? They're my favorite Beat x Ancient pair and your mind makes tasty food
One more ask before I log off and go do my damn work like I'm supposed to lol
Don't apologize, I really don't mind questions about stuff besides Evil Spice Man x Pretty Cheese Lady đ
I enjoy quite a few ships within these games, PureShadow included. They're actually my #2 Beast x Ancient pair! #3 is split between MysticCacao and SilentLily, with the latter having an edge over the former. I'd probably have a more concrete enjoyment of HollySugar if I had an idea of what Eternal Sugar is actually like (which is hypocritical of me since we don't know Silent Salt either but whatever leave me alone), and also if I didn't love HollyCacao so much (they were actually my #1 straight ship before BurningCheese completely destroyed my life. It's also what keeps MysticCacao lower down the totem pole, as well. I love Dark, Depressed Person x Ray of Sunshine pairs, same thing with AbyssEel)
Blue Discount Bill Cipher x Cookie Jesus, here we gooooooo
I imagine that Shadow would be quite touchy, and likely rather silly and dramatic in how he satisfies his want/need for touch. He'll pinch Vanilla's cheeks. He'll hug Vanilla tight, from any and all sides (and he will try to sneak up and hug him by surprise if he can, because he thinks startling Vani is funny). He'll fiddle with Vanilla's hair. He'll also try to have Vanilla touch him, in turn; like grabbing Vanilla's hands and placing them on his waist, or looping Vanilla's arms around his neck. Just a touch-starved clown goblin thing (but Vani thinks it's cute, so it's ok)
Many, many mind games - but not necessarily the sort designed to torment, the ones legitimately meant to challenge and sharpen one's wit. Shadow gives Vanilla riddles and waits to see when and how he'll solve them (when, not if, because Vani actually is smart and Shadow loves it). They compete to see who can complete a crossword first (extremely large and highest difficulty possible). Games of chess that last all day, with that day ending with an equal amount of victories and losses on both sides. Above all else - and there's a lot, don't you worry - Shadow loves Vanilla's mind. His know-how, his mental fortitude. He considers Vanilla his only intellectual equal. He likes to put Vanilla's mind under pressure just to see how Vanilla will perform. And Vanilla never disappoints.
Vanilla knows Shadow well enough soon enough to know when Shadow is lying, even without the Light of Truth aiding his perception in any way. Shadow has tells, however subtle and controlled they are - and Vanilla comes to know them well, to the point that Shadow well and truly cannot fool him no matter what trick he pulls. (But it's fine; Shadow actually enjoys the frustration that comes with not being able to fool Vani anymore. It only pushes him to practice lying better. To perfect his craft. Vani is doing him a favor, in a way. He'll trick him again one of these days)
Lots of pet names and terms of endearment from Shadow to Vanilla, of varying degrees of silliness (but all equally sincere). Above all else, he's "Vani" and "Silly-Vanilly", but he's also the sun to Shadow's moon, the angel to Shadow's devil, the butter on his biscuit, the award to his stageplay, the wind beneath his wings, the hand rocking his cradle (lol wtf), the kindling to his wildfire, his cutie, his darling, his muse (Shadow calls him this a lot, too). He says it all with all the grinning confidence an unapologetically flirtatious clown can muster... Until Vani calls him "dear", then he immediately melts into a puddle of blue goo lol
Though he insists that he's found joy and peace in the present, Vanilla does miss his old kingdom - and Shadow knows it, because he likes to waltz in and make himself at home in Vani's thoughts and dreams a lot lol. In a rare moment of genuine sympathy (because Shadow does care about him, he might be a menace, and he might have an... interesting way of showing it, but he does love and adore his Vani), Shadow will sometimes try to manipulate his dreams into ones about the kingdom. About that idyllic past that he misses so much. He'll try to draw from what he can see of Vanilla's memories (which isn't much, admittedly; Vanilla's mind is surprisingly guarded) and use those to paint him pretty pictures of people and places that don't exist anymore. He doesn't actually know if it helps, Vani won't really say anything about it (or if he even notices it's Shadow doing it), but... he tries anyway, because being sad when someone else is sad is a garbage feeling and he wants it gone. And he wants Vani to smile. Vani has a nice smile. The prettiest smile he ever did see...
Shadow is actually fun and interesting to talk to, if you manage to undo all the webs of lies and half-truths and ploys for attention cocooning his stupid ass. And Vanilla puts in the effort, out of a genuine want to get to know Shadow - the real one, not whatever mask Shadow puts on for every situation. Shadow never says so, but... he appreciates it. It's rather touching. No one's done that in a long, long time... (Not that Shadow likes to talk about that, or his past at all, even with Vani's gentle insistence)
Shadow will not leave Vanilla alone ever lol. Whether in his mind or in person. Shadow is clingy and an attention-seeker, and he craves Vanilla's attention above all others'. Vanilla doesn't mind, he likes spending time with Shadow, but he does worry about how healthy it is to only want one person in your life and tries to encourage him to also spend time with others (to varying degrees of success)
Shadow is probably into bondage and Vani probably indulges him occasionally, provided he remembers their safe word and still respects Vani's boundaries in general
#cookie run kingdom#shadow milk cookie#pure vanilla cookie#pureshadow#shadowvanilla#shadow milk crk#pure vanilla crk#i have more but my head hurts lol give me time and I'll articulate them later
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Entangled - Part 11
Pairing: Chanyeol x f.Reader Chapter Warnings: Language Word Count: 8.1k Author Notes:Â DOUBLE UPDATE BICTHESSSS!!!!! ok this is my big sorry!!! i was gonna post this earlier today but then coachella happened lol and my priorities changed, but we're back!!! tbh....im so scared to post this đ. Its just a yap fest if im being honest, so if youre not into that....my bad. but ok yes ill stop blabbin. l adore you all pls enjoy đ©
Itâs another hour before you leave the restaurant, impossibly full and content.
The ride back is silent. Most of the crew pass out as soon as youâre on the road, Seulgi being one of them. She uses your shoulder as a pillow. It doesnât look comfortable, but sheâs drooling into your clavicle, so it must be. You canât sleep, so you quietly watch the beautiful dark scenery, ignoring the occasional prickles on your skin from being watched.
Once youâre back at the hotel, you start saying your goodbyes in front of the van. Everyoneâs leaving at different times, so it makes sense to do your farewells now while youâre all present.
Itâs bittersweet.
Jongdae is the first to approach you, collecting you tightly into his arms.
âTell Eunhee I missed her this weekend, and congrats,â you tell him.
âWill do and thank you.â
He squeezes the shit out of you, making you yelp in pain. In retaliation, you smack his shoulder and he hisses, escaping to the next person before you can strike again.
Youâre rolling your eyes as Jongin makes his way over, chuckling at his friendsâ silly antics.
âHeâs mean,â you whine.
âI know,â he coos as he hugs you. You instantly relax in his comforting arms. He really should start selling these things.
âIt was good seeing you,â he says, making you sway.
âYou too,â you say. âIâm sorry for getting you in this mess.â
âDonât be.â He repeats. He tightens his arms. âIt was bound to happen. I still believe it can work out.â
You smile pathetically. As if he can sense it, Jongin kisses the top of your head before separating.
âMake that runway your bitch,â you tell him. He smirks and bows in thanks.
Baekhyun quickly replaces him, pulling you into a firm hug.
âYouâve made this trip far more eventful than it needed to be,â he says in your ear.
âIt wasnât my intention,â you huff into his shirt.
He chuckles. âLook, I know things didnât end on a good note, but I promiseâŠ.â He leans back far enough to look into your eyes and says your name. âIt can be. Everyone deserves a second chance. Even you, okay?â
The urge to cry hits you hard and you give him a watery smile. âThank you, Baekhyun. For everything. Iâve gained some respect for you.â
His jutting jaw is the only acknowledgement he gives your last statement. âYou donât have to thank me. I just want my friends to be happy.â
âYouâre hogging her.â Youâre being yanked away from Baekhyun and he lets go without a fight, waving goodbye before heading inside the hotel.
âDo we have to say our goodbyes right now?â You ask, staring up at the best friend who you arenât going back to a shared apartment with. âIâm going to cry.â
Sehun sighs before wrapping his arms around you. âDonât be a baby.â
Youâre already fighting tears, and the lump in your throat grows larger. âIâm really going to miss you.â
âI know,â and he sounds like heâs trying his hardest not to get choked up. âIâll miss you more. Iâll visit Seoul soon. Most likely for Jongdaeâs baby shower. I'll even bring Kyungsoo. I know youâve been curious about him.â
You laugh through your now falling tears. âItâs not me whoâs been curious about your little friend. Iâm sure Seulgi will be pleased to hear sheâll finally be introduced.â
âWhy do you think Iâve been stalling for so long?â
You share a laugh. âOkay. Jongdaeâs baby shower isnât that far away. I can handle that.â
âThat works for you?â He asks sarcastically.
âIt does. Just make sure to not leave without saying goodbye again, okay?â
He groans like youâre inconveniencing him, but whispers into your hair. âI wonât.â
Satisfied, you break the hug. Now that your arms are free, you wipe your damp face, laughing at how ridiculous you are. Sehun sucks his teeth in faux disapproval. Shaking his head, he lifts a hand in an attempt to help dry your face, but you knock it away. Youâre about to tell him to screw off, but youâre interrupted by the clearing of a throat.
You turn towards the sound and startle slightly when you see Chanyeol standing a few steps away. His hands are deep in his pockets as his eyes flicker between Sehun and you. Itâs then you notice just how quiet the portico has become, and check your surroundings. Only the three of you and Seulgi are left outside the hotel, everyone else retiring to their rooms. Seulgi is a few feet away, as though she was also leaving but decided to linger for a bit. When your eyes lock, she throws you a knowing grin.
âSehun,â she calls. âLet me buy you a shot.â
Sehun seems to catch on quickly. âOh! Canât say no to a free drink, can I?â
His eyes never leave yours as he speaks, conveying an important message. âTalk to him and get your closure.â
He pats you before sauntering over to Seulgi, throwing an arm around her shoulders to drag her into the hotel.
Now alone, you give in and face Chanyeol.
There isnât a flicker of the animosity or detachment you saw on the boardwalk the night before, and you arenât sure if thatâs a good thing or not. Heâs admiring you, not with disgust or lust, just looking. The lack of emotion has you curious about what's going on in his head.
âEveryoneâs said goodbye except us,â he finally says.
You lift an eyebrow. âDoes last night not count?â
He frowns. âDo you want it to?â
âNo, itâs not that!â You quickly correct. âItâs just that my decisions always hurt you in the end, so I understand if you never want to speak to me again.â
Your eyes water at the thought of going back to strangers with Chanyeol, of losing him again. But, you know you donât deserve to ask him to stay. If heâs done trying with you, youâll accept it without complaint. itâs the least you can do after the pain youâve caused him these past couple days.
He turns away from you, as if he canât stand to see your tears. One of his hands pats at his thigh as he squints at the beach in the distance.
âWeâve both made poor decisions.â he sighs heavily. âBut yesterday was really really bad. I no longer know if there can be an âusâ after this. Maybe you're right. Maybe weâve grown too far apart, and the people we are today arenât able to love each other like we used to.â
He takes a deep breath and you brace yourself for his rejection. âIt wasnât until dinner that it really hit me, that today is our last day here. I donât want to leave, to go back to Seoul, and continue living as I did before the wedding. I canât. Not after seeing you again. I donât want to leave Jeju with any regrets, and if we leave things like this, Iâll regret it for the rest of my life.â Â
âMe too,â you admit. âIâll regret it too. I already regret so much.â
âDo you regret us?â
âNo. Never. I regret where we are now, but Iâll never regret you, Park Chanyeol.â
Your throat tightens from the confession, hating how it sounds like a farewell on your tongue.
You swear his eyes gloss over, but he hides it quickly by turning his head to look behind him. When he faces you again, his features are under control. He tilts his head in the direction he just checked. âWalk with me?â
This is it, and you know it. The last chance with Chanyeol. The inevitable talk youâd been skirting around all weekend. Now is the chance to have your closure, and Chanyeol is giving it to you. If you decline, what is left of your bridge will be burnt for good, keeping you both on opposite ends with no chance of return.
Youâre relieved that he offers to walk. When you imagine this conversation, itâs always in Chanyeolâs suite, and youâre honestly not strong enough to ever go back there. The memories are too fresh, and you have zero faith in your self control when it comes to him.
So, you eagerly agree to his request and follow him as he starts walking down the sidewalk. Itâs silent as he leads you away from the hotel, taking a path that heads towards the city not too far away. Chanyeolâs steps seem sure, and it makes you wonder if he has a certain place in mind.
He answers your unasked question five minutes later, when you take notice of a faint glowing in the distance. Chanyeol throws a couple nervous glances your way, and the shift in his demeanor has you alert.
You walk a few more feet before you can fully see a white gazebo on the edge of the sandy beach. Golden fairy lights dangle off the sides, making a surreal romantic atmosphere.
You stop dead in your tracks. Chanyeol halts beside you, intently watching your reaction.
âDo you remember this place?â he asks, voice thick with controlled emotion.
You do.
You climb up the steps into the gazebo. A wooden bench wraps around the walls and vines with pink flowers curl around the thin poles connecting to the rounded roof. You stop a little before the center and turn to Chanyeol who stayed back, allowing you a moment to yourself.
âThis is where you proposed to me.â
The lights reflect off his round eyes, softening them. Or maybe itâs the memory you both share. A day that you will never forget.
It was your senior trip. Come to think of it, there are many similarities to the one youâre currently on. All of your college friends came to Jeju and stayed at the same hotel, thanks to Junmyeon. You were in a different suite that time, with a different roommate. For five days, the gang ran around the city, exploring and partying. Basking in the last moments you all had before fully joining the real world. Well, Jongdae, Baekhyun, Junmyeon, and Chanyeol had already graduated, but that didnât stop them from acting like it was their last moments as well. Speaking of Chanyeol, the two of you were deeply in love by that point. You were that nauseating couple that would get lost in your own little world, gravitating around each other in your own solar system. The last day of the trip, he had talked you into having a girlâs day with Seulgi. You were hesitant, because you wanted to spend the last day with him, but he assured you that youâd have him all to yourself that night.
That was enough to have Seulgi drag you around town, taking you to get pampered with a spa and convincing you to let her buy you a dress that she was adamant you had to wear later that night. Little did you know she was in on a plan being prepared behind your back.Â
When the sun was setting, you followed her to where you thought you were going to meet up with everyone else for dinner, and were confused when she dragged you to the middle of the beach. That was when you spotted the gazebo. There were pink and white balloons on the far side across the entrance. And in the center, dressed in a fancy black suit, stood Park Chanyeol.
You glared accusingly at Seulgi, who just laughed and shoved you into the gazebo. Your heart raced dangerously fast, nearly drowning out the speech Chanyeol prepared for you. It was beautiful. Chanyeol, ever the poet, poured his heart to you, tearing up as he explained his endless love and devotion.
Then he dropped to one knee and pulled out a ring from his pants. Youâd later chastise him for not keeping it in its box. He held it up and it shimmered against the lights surrounding you, but it paled in comparison to the shimmering in Chanyeolâs eyes.
âWill you continue to be the melody of my lifeâs song?â He asked. âWill you marry me?â
You were screaming yes before he could finish his question. His smile was blinding as he slid the ring onto your finger and you pounced on him. He held you tightly, lifting you up with him as he stood, and buried his face into your neck as you both cried. You hadnât noticed all of your friends poking around the outside of the gazebo, popping streamers and cheering as you held onto your soulmate and cried with a happiness and love you knew only a few people have genuinely felt. You were so lucky to have Park Chanyeol. You were so lucky to be loved by himâŠ.
You blink.
âThat was the best day of my life,â he whispers.
âMine too,â you admit.
You turn away, not able to handle the tenderness he carries.
He tentatively enters the gazebo, sitting on the bench near the entrance. âI stumbled across it after our⊠conversation last night. It felt fitting. A reminder of why weâre here.â
Indeed. This was the beginning of the end of you. It makes sense to end this trip here, to end your relationship here. If thatâs what you were doing.
You wrap your arms around your stomach, holding yourself together because youâre already at your limit and know youâre about to shatter. Your back still faces Chanyeol, not ready to see the way the fairy lights warm his handsome face.Â
âIâm sorry,â he says. âI should have told you where I was taking you. I didnât mean to upset you.â
âIâm not upset,â you assure. Itâs not a lie, but itâs not completely true. You arenât upset with him for bringing you here. If anything, you need to see this place. You finally turn to face him and the stark difference of how he looks now compared to the last time you saw him under this roof is startling. He wore no fancy suit, only casual khaki pants and a cream button down shirt. His hair blows gently in the breeze, longer and lighter than on that day, and his expression has lost the confidence and joy that was hard to hide then. He is now a shadow of the man that proposed to you, he is a man who has lost the one thing he thought heâd have forever. âItâs just a lot.â
He nods in agreement. âDo you want to leave?â
âNo. I agree with you. This is the perfect spot. We can talk here if thatâs what you want.â Again, you make sure to let him know that youâre doing this on his terms. Heâs in charge here. Youâll be truthful, youâll answer any question honestly, and youâll let him be the one to decide how this trip ends.
âWhere should we start?â he asks as you make your way over to sit beside him. You make sure to leave some space, knowing how distance can skew your train of thought around him.
âLetâs start with this,â you begin. âWhat do you want from this conversation?â
âI just want us to not avoid each other the next time weâre in the same room.â
âYou think we can be friends?â You ask, genuinely curious of his answer.
He shrugs feebly. âIf thatâs all we can be. I'd rather have you in my life as a friend than not in it at all.â
Youâre not a fan of his answer. Earlier, you told him that you didnât think you could ever be his friend, and you still believe that. The thought of him actually moving on one day, and having to watch him regard somebody else the way he did you has your heart squeezing in agony. Seeing him with Yerim has been difficult as it is, imagining him with someone he actually loves leaves you disturbed.
Tell him, the Baekhyun in your head urges. Tell him how you really feel.
You already tried to last night. You still have so much love for Chanyeol, but sometimes thatâs simply not enough. Thereâs still too much left unsaid, blocking the path to a future that can possibly end with you back together. The ball thatâs always been in your court has now rolled over onto his side, and you arenât sure if heâs going to pick it up or kick it away and finally put this long game to rest.
But he deserves that choice. Chanyeol has been so strong for you. Heâs given you up multiple times, has had his heart broken because of you far more times than you have by him. You owe it to him to choose what he wants for himself. As much as youâd rather part ways on good terms and continue living as you haveâwithout him in your lifeâif Chanyeol still wants you in his, youâll suck it up and be present. Because you know for a fact that if the roles were reversed, heâd do the same with no complaint.
Still hurts like a bitch though.
Not yet, you tell your inner Baekhyun, ignoring the way he rolls his eyes. You donât need his sass right now.
âIf thatâs what you want,â you push through the tightening of your throat. âThen we should start off easy. How did you end up at Junmyeonâs wedding with Yerim as your date?â
He coughs a shocked laugh. âIf thatâs the easiest topic, weâre going to be here til the sun rises.â
You shrug a shoulder. âThatâs fine with me.â
He watches you for a moment before dropping his head to look at his hands that lay limply between his parted thighs. âAs soon as I got Junmyeonâs announcement, I thought of you. I knew you were going to be there, and I couldnât shake this feeling that you were going to bring a date. The idea of seeing you being happy with your new boyfriend, while I had no one, made me sick. I began to panic, because I didnât want to be the loser who hadnât moved on. I wanted you to think I no longer cared. I needed a date.â
That makes you pity him a bit, and you feel bad for calling him an asshole. The intentions behind it are anything but. He was trying to protect himself, and thatâs nothing to make fun of.
âAnd then you met Yerim.â
âAnd then I met Yerim.â He sinks further into the bench and your ears perk at the name. It hits you then that itâs the first time youâve heard Chanyeol speak her name. Was he being respectful towards you by neglecting to voice the name of the âotherâ woman in your picture? Or maybe that was his poor attempt at pretending she didnât exist while in your presence. Intrigued, you study the way the syllables left his mouth. Itâs said with contrition, and that jealous part of you that youâre surprised to still find vanishes with content.
âI donât know if you remember,â he continues, unaware of the healing already being done to you. âBut she works at the cafe near my job. If Iâm being honest, Iâd been going there for months and hadnât paid her any mind. I just knew she made the best Americano Iâve ever had in my life! But, after some time, it was kind of obvious she had a little crush on me. Although I was flattered, I never pursued it because I was never interested. That didnât stop her from being bold. She always made a point to have a conversation with me, even when they were slammed, and I guess she wore me down. Our little talks started becoming the highlights of my days, and I started paying her more attention.â
His story brings to mind a few times Yerim mentioned a cute customer to you. How wild is it that Chanyeol is the customer sheâd always tell you about.
âShe is funny,â you acknowledge begrudgingly. âAnd pretty.â
âShe is,â he agrees, and you guess your jealousy hasnât vanished after all. âBut, thatâs not what ultimately drew me to her.â
âWhat was it then?â
He avoids your gaze. âShe reminded me of you.â
âOh!â Okay, now your jealousy is officially gone.
âYeah. Oh. The more Yerim and I talked, the more she sounded like you. Now it makes sense, because youâre close friends so you mustâve rubbed off on her. But, at the time, it really felt like I was getting a second chance. How could I not fall for her when she acted so much like you?â
Your eyebrows raise at that. Youâve never noticed your influence on Yerim, but apparently itâs strong enough to catch your exâs attention. In a strange way, you are the reason they got together. Youâre not sure how to react to the fact. Part of you is sympathetic towards them both, at the fact Chanyeol only liked Yerim because of you. But youâre also flattered and a bit proud for ruining him so much.Â
Even though you think you know the answer, this conversation is all about honesty, so you have to confirm something. âDid you like her? Like that? Youâve been pretty adamant about her not being your girlfriend.â
âShe wasnât,â heâs still quick to deny. âAnd I didnât. At the start I thought I did. Well, I thought I could fall for her. Maybe if we had time before the wedding to actually get to know each other outside of the cafe, I would have. But the timing was bad. She tried, she really did. But I was too distracted by what was about to happen to give her my full attention, and once I saw you, all thoughts of Yerim went out the window.â
âThatâs why you kicked her out?â
âIt is. But, Iâm getting ahead of myself.â He backtracks, continuing his story where he left off. âThe main reason for me being so adamant on bringing a date was to prove to everybody, including myself, that I was completely over you. But, the fact that I started pursuing someone because they reminded me of you should have been the first sign I wasnât. Still, I ignored it, and when the wedding got brought up, I saw my perfect opportunity. She agreed all too easily.â
âLike fate.â
âIt felt like that. Like it was too perfect. Baekhyun said it was a dumb idea. He told me I wasnât going to get you back that way. I told him I didnât want you back. As you can imagine, he didnât believe me.â
âDid you even believe you?â
âI did,â he defends, slightly offended. âI thought enough time had passed, and thinking about you didnât hurt as much as it had. Sure, I didnât know if I was capable of ever loving someone as much as I loved you, and I had built some walls after us, but I was ready to try again. And I was going to prove it during dinner. I wanted to make you feel the same as I did. I figured we both could suffer a little, and IâŠI wanted to hurt you. But, even though I knew you were going to be there, I still wasnât prepared for the shock of finally seeing you in person. All that bravado I had vanished the moment I saw you. Especially after I realized you did not, in fact, have a date.â
âTechnically, I did,â you correct. âSeulgi was my date.â
âShould I have been worried about her?â he asks skeptically.
You canât miss the opportunity to tease him. âA lot can happen in a couple years. Who knows? We couldâve been inlaws.â
His face pinches in disgust. âThatâs a sick joke, MeâŠ.â
He lets the petname die on his tongue, unsure if thatâs something he still wants to call you.
âI deserve that,â you mumble and attempt a reassuring smile. He takes one look at your stretched lips and immediately starts nervously nibbling on his own. You sense his internal battle, fighting the instinct to defend you while also agreeing with what you said.
The light atmosphere you created dissipates as quickly as it comes.
He clears his throat. âAnyways, thatâs why I brought Yerim. I wanted to get a reaction out of you.â
âAnd did you get the reaction you wanted?â You ask.
âIn the grand scheme of things, I guess I did. But at the moment, I didnât think so. It felt more like it backfired on me. That whole dinner I tried to taunt you by using Yerim, but you never took the bait. You didnât care at all. That hurt more than Iâd like to admit. Especially because your presence was eating me up inside.â
âIâm a better actress than I give myself credit for if you couldnât see how affected I was. I pretty much went through exactly what you were afraid of happening to you, with an extra brutal layer of personally knowing the date. Trust me when I say you succeeded.â
âIt doesnât feel like a victory,â he shares. âAs soon as dinner was over, I realized Baekhyun was right, bringing Yerim was dumb. I was overwhelmed with all these old resurfacing feelings, and all I could think about was you. How was I going to see you again, and what would I say when I did. I made some pretty rash decisions, like kicking Yerim out of our room because I didnât want you to think we were sleeping together, and then forgetting to have breakfast with her the next morning like I promised because I talked to you the night before. Our conversation was proof that I wasnât alone in these old feelings, and gave me the courage to attempt to pursue you. It wasnât a lot, and you were really drunk, but you kept giving me this look I was very familiar with, and I couldnât deny it if I tried.â
âA look?â You question, having no idea what heâs referring to. Heâs never told you about a look before.
âYes.â He sounds tortured thinking about it. âYou get this look on your face whenever you want me to lean down to kiss you. These past few days, weâd argue, youâd tell me how wrong this situation was, and then youâd stare up at me with those eyes of yours. I could never forget that expression, itâs one of my favorites. So, Iâd try to oblige you, and at the last second, youâd push me away, and Iâd go back to my room and yell in frustration. It was frustrating, knowing you still wanted me, even if you werenât aware of it, all because of the way youâd look at me.â
Hell. He really can read you like a book.
âSo, you ended things with her because of the way I was looking at you?â You confirm.
âI broke up with Yerim because I was leading her on,â he corrects. âBut also, I can admit that I was being selfish, and she was in the way of what I truly wanted. You. I knew with her out of the picture, youâd be lessâŠresistant.â
âWhat did you expect would happen?â You implore. âYouâd tell me you broke things off with her and Iâd come running back into your arms? Was that the plan?â
âI donât know,â he answers honestly. âMaybe that youâd lower your guard and stop fighting me. But, I mean, you did run back to me not long after she leftâŠ.â
You narrow your eyes. âThat was because of the wedding.â
âI thought we were being honest with each other?â
That shuts you up. He knows he got you there, if the smug look on his face is any indicator.
âFine,â you relent. âI most likely wouldnât have done that had Yerim still been here.â
He bows his head in gratitude for your honesty.
âAlright,â you drawl, fiddling with your fingers. âItâs your turn to ask me a question.â
Chanyeol inhales deeply, and you know itâs going to be a difficult one.
âLast night,â he starts, and you already dread whatâs next. âYou said that you couldnât get over what happened the last time we were together.â
âI did.â
âIt made me realize that I hurt you way more than I thought I did. Youâd mentioned it a couple times, but I didnât get it⊠not until now.â
âI may have called off the engagement,â you say. âBut it was you, Chanyeol, who ultimately broke us up.â
âIs that how you see it?â He asks, a darkness creeping into his tone.
âHow else am I?â You retort. âI asked to get back together and you said yes.â
âI didnât realizeâŠ.â He shook his head in denial. âI wasnât listening.â
âI gathered,â you scoff, growing irritated. âThat day I had worked up the courage to call you. It had been a year since weâd last seen each otherââ
âTen and a half months. But whoâs counting?â he cuts you off to say.
âTen and a half months,â you correct. âI felt so stupid because of that. I made such a big show of leaving you, just to beg for you back not even a year later.â
âI wouldnât have seen it that way,â he says. âI was waiting for that call. To me, those ten and a half months felt more like years.â
âI wish Iâd known that then, because I was so nervous. I feared the worst. That you would be angry at me for ending things just to come back so soon. Or worse. That youâd somehow moved on during that time, or realized that you were no longer in love with me. It was that fear that drove me to come up with a cover, an excuse to get you to come over.â
âThe ring,â he realizes, jaw clenching at the grim reminder.
âYeah,â you confirm. âI had it all planned out. Iâd tell you that you needed to come over so that you could take it back, but then Iâd confess and ask for another chance.â
âYou couldâve just told me you missed me,â he says. âIt wouldâve been just as effective. Actually, more. I wouldâve been there faster.â
âI couldnât just tell you that,â you explain. âI didnât want to come off desperate. But, I admit, using the ring was the worst thing I couldâve done. I swear I had no intention of giving it back.â
âYou were very convincing in acting like it was,â he mutters. âI didnât even have time to ask how youâd been before you were sitting it on the table. I was hoping you werenât being serious. But as soon as I saw you, it was obvious youâd changed. It hadnât been that long, but you were different. You didnât want me anymore.â
âI didnât need you anymore, Chanyeol. I still wanted you, if later that night was any indicator.â
âYou couldnât stop raving about how much better your life was now that I was no longer in it! I had to listen to you go on and on about your great new life without me, all while staring at your engagement ring. It was the first time Iâd ever seen it not on your finger, and it felt like a punch to the damn gut! My heart was breaking all over again, but there was no hope to latch onto this time.â
His words are enlightening. Despite your attempts at blocking the memory, you remember that night in great detail. You remember how sweaty your palms were from the nerves, to the point you couldnât even hold a glass of water. You remember the wave of relief that swept over you when you opened the door to see Chanyeol on the other side. You remember his expression, the conflicting emotions of love and hope, battling against reluctance and defeat. Putting the ring on the table was also due to nerves. You wanted to keep pretenses for a little longer, but the way he had zeroed in on the piece of jewelry worried you so much you began rambling.
He never took his eyes off that ring. You remember that clearly. It made you panic, and in a poor attempt to fill the silence, you started updating him on your life. You told him about the job you had just gotten that youâd been dying to get, about your hesitant plans on moving in with Seulgi, about the trips you had taken, anything to get him to react. He didnât. By that point, you decided to get to the main reason for inviting him. You remember easing into it, telling him you had a lot of time to think about what you wanted in life, and had succeeded in your mission to find yourself. You were ready, if he was still willing. You were ready to become his wife.
He didnât say anything. Hadnât moved an inch.
You were positive he hadnât blinked once during your monologue. Was he angry? Of course he was! Thatâs when you realized youâd made an irreversible mistake and was now living through the consequences. Maybe he didnât want you back. Maybe you put too much faith in his love for you. Now looking back on it, you felt a lot like you do at this moment. If Chanyeol was done with you, youâd let him leave. You were going to put him first this time.
âChanyeol?â you called gently. That seemed to bring him back. His eyelids fluttered and he straightened in his chair, pulling away from the ring to finally look at you. You were mesmerized by the richness of his eyes, they were prettier than you recalled, but maybe that was the unshed tears reflecting off the lights overhead. His mouth had fallen open, eyebrows lifted in a question, and you cleared your throat and forced yourself to blink, to break the intimate contact.
âAre we good?â You asked, voice shaking in apprehension. You were terrified of his answer, terrified of this being the end of you. Yet, you were prepared for rejection.
âYeah, we're good,â he said. Not expecting that, you stared at him in shock for a moment until reality hit. He was taking you back! Instantly, you felt silly for doubting him. Of course he was taking you back. He already told you that heâd always love you. Feeling giddy with excitement, you werenât even thinking when you reached out to himâŠ.
âI didnâtâŠ.â Chanyeol seems to also be back in that living room, reliving that dreadful day. âI couldnât listen to you brag about your newfound happiness. It was like you were trying to hurt me. So, I stopped listening. Next thing I knew, youâre saying my name and like an idiot, I look at you. You asked me if we were good. I was confused, because you were obviously nervous, but I assumed you just wanted to leave on good terms. So, I agreed. âSure, weâre goodâ.
âŠ.And then you kissed him.
âAnd then you kissed me.â His eyebrows furrow in the confusion he still feels. âAnd nothing else mattered after that. Not the ring, not the break up. Just you.â
Chanyeol gives you a Look of his own, and the moment turns tender.
Except all those feelings from the morning after bubbled up to the surface, and you despise the softness of his gaze.Â
âThat was until the morning, right?â You say bitterly. âThen I didnât matter at all.â
âThatâs notââ
âYou left me!â You snap. His mouth audibly shuts at the rise of your voice. âYou agreed to get back together, had sex with me, disappeared in the morning, took the ring, and blocked me on everything so that I couldnât get ahold of you! You claim it was because you were afraid of being used, but thatâs what you ended up doing! You used me, Chanyeol, and I havenât been the same since. You destroyed me! â
âI didnât use you!â He pleads. âStop looking at me like that. You told me you didnât hate me.â
âI donât,â you say. âIâm just trying to understand. Was it one last fuck for old timesâ sake?â
âGod, no! Donât say it like that. Iâve never âfuckedâ you. Thatâs not what that night meant to me.â
âThen what did it mean?â You beg for answers. âIf it wasnât your get back, if it wasnât you confirming our relationship. What the fuck did it mean to you?â
He meets your gaze, determination igniting within him. âIt meant everything to me! That kiss may have felt like the beginning to you, but for me, it was an ending. And I had something to prove. If that was going to be our last night together, I was going to give you every last piece of me. I wanted you to feel my love deep inside your bones, so that you could never forget what it felt like to be truly loved by me. I wanted to ruin you, so that any man that touched you after would pale in comparison. I wanted you to yearn for me on lonely nights, to miss me even if it was a fraction of the loss I was going to feel. I wanted you to still want me.â
Your breathing hitches at his explanation, because youâd be damned if thatâs not exactly what he did. Your body awakens from his words, desperately calling for him the way it always has. You battle with the need to pull him close and have him sink into your soul. He made sure to leave his mark on you that night, to carve a hole deep within your heart that could never regrow. Youâve felt that emptiness since, carried it unknowingly. And now that youâve been reunited, you see that he still holds that chunk with him. Chanyeol still possesses the missing piece to your heart.
The fire inside him seems to diminish once his speech is done. Now guilt slumps his shoulders and lowers his head.
âThat morningâŠ.â He licks his dry lips. âIt was a lapse of judgment.â You canât help but wonder if heâs told himself this multiple times throughout the years to rationalize his decision. âLeaving you was the hardest thing Iâve ever done in my entire life. You have to believe me. It took everything to get out of your bed, everything to touch that ring. Everything to leave your life for good.â
âBut I didnât want you to,â you confess, on the verge of tears.Â
âI know,â he whispers, eyes just as glossy as yours. âI know that now. But, at the time, it was too impossible a dream to even fathom. I had to protect my heart too, you know?â
You did. He had every right to keep his guard up, even if it was at the detriment of your own feelings.Â
âAnd trust me when I say,â he continues. âI suffered too. I hated myself just as much as you did. I still do. Knowing that I broke you so badlyâŠ. I canât even put into words how sorry I am. The last thing I ever want to do is hurt you.â He says your name. âThat night was no exception.â
âYou literally just said that you brought Yerim to hurt me,â you point out with a sniff.
âRight.â He winces. âBut, thatâs the only time, I swear!â
He reaches for your hands and you let him hold them. Theyâre big and warm and the contact soothes you. âHad I knownâŠ. Had I listened to you that night, I would have never left. If I knew that kiss meant so much more than a goodbye, we wouldâve been married the next week. Itâs my fault for not listening and for leaving without an explanation. I hurt us both that day. Iâll accept that now. Iâm so fucking sorry, Mel.â
Him calling you Mel again is enough to make you finally shatter. Leaning against him, you press your forehead to his chest as sobs rack your own. He pulls you into his arms, rocking you back and forth as apologies fall from his mouth. You can hear the tears he sheds.
You both cry until youâre dried out, and as the gazebo quiets Chanyeol still holds you.
Once youâve collected yourself, you speak through a stuffy nose. âIâm sorry too.â
Chanyeol stops swaying at the sound of your voice, so you continue. âI held a lot of animosity for what you did, but I ended up doing the same thing to you.â
âYou were confusedââ
âItâs no excuse. I left because I was scared, but I still hurt you.â You pull back so that you can show him your sincerity and finally own up for the things you did. âIâve been playing with you this whole trip, because of my indecisiveness. Iâve been leading you on for days, pushing and pulling away, and you donât deserve that. No matter our past, you donât deserve to be treated the way Iâve been treating you.â
âThank you,â he accepts with a sniff.
âNo, thank you,â you counter. âFor explaining yourself, and for giving me a chance to explain myself as well. You didnât owe me anything after what I did to you.â
âYou didnât do anythingââ
âYou donât have to protect me anymore, Chanyeol. Weâre past that now, arenât we?â
He grows contemplative at that. âAfter our night together, much like when you kissed me all those years ago, I assumed we were back together.â As he speaks, he dries your wet face with his hands. You close your eyes, savoring his touch just in case itâs the last. âSo when you denied it at the beach, I was hurt. I didnât understand your reluctance, and I couldnât figure out what was so wrong with me that you kept rejecting me. It wasnât until after our fight, when I kept pushing and pushing and yet you still didnât want me, that I took off the rose tinted glasses and reality set in. Seeing you again, at the place where our love was at its peak, it was easy to forget all the ways we went wrong. You were back in my life, and that was the important part. In my mind, weâd figure everything else out later. Because of that, I didnât take your feelings into consideration, and I was moving way too fast. I guess, deep down, I knew that I had fucked up and was trying to make up for it. But you werenât ready, and let's be honest, Iâm not ready either. I thought about your offer to give it some time once weâre back in Seoul to separate the past from the present. Iâd like to take you up on it, if it still stands.â
Youâre relieved to know he finally understands what you were trying to explain to him yesterday. That it wasnât necessarily a no, just a not-right-now.Â
âI would like that,â you admit.Â
You both smile at each other, taking in the other unabashedly in your safe space. You catch him glance down at your lips and pout. âUnfortunately, I donât think Iâll ever not be attracted to you. Is that bad?â
You canât help but laugh. âI think this trip is proof of how bad it can be, but I feel the same regardless.â
He lets out a sigh full of longing, and nervous about the changing atmosphere around you both, you speak. âLetâs make it a pact then. After we leave tomorrow, weâll continue living as we had before the wedding, and after some time has passed, weâll meet up and decide if this is something we actually want to try again, or if we should officially move on.â
âHow long?â He asks.
You hum as you think of what a good enough time could be. âJongdaeâs baby shower is in four months. Do you think thatâs enough time?â
His eyes take on a familiar shimmer. âI think itâs perfect.â
Chanyeol gets to his feet and pulls you up onto yours. You expect him to start walking back, but instead he pulls you deeper into the gazebo, until heâs standing in the center.Â
âHow did I do it again?â he mumbles before sinking onto one knee, and your heart lurches into your throat.
âChanyeol, what are you doing?â You choke.
He holds your left hand, thumb sliding over where your engagement ring once sat. He lifts his head to gaze up at you, and the fairy lights ahead douse him in a golden hue, sparkling in the dark depths of his soul. He now fully embodies the man he was four years ago, and you have a hard time differentiating what year you're in.
Your full name falling from his lips makes you focus on the present. âThe last time I was here, I proposed to you, so itâs only fitting I do it again. Iâm sorry, but I donât have a ring this time.â
âProbably for the best,â you wheeze, still overwhelmed.
âTonight, Iâm proposing a deal. That we leave here and figure our shit out, and on the day of Jongdaeâs baby shower, we will come to an agreement on how we will pursue this relationship. We will decide to either date again, stay strictly platonic, or become nonexistent. Do you agree to the terms?â
âYes.â You agree.
Chanyeol smiles largely, and pretends to put a ring on your finger before kissing it. âThen itâs a deal.â
With that, he stands up and you look at him expectantly.
âThereâs that look,â he whispers before obliging your unspoken request by leaning down to kiss you.
You kiss as though itâs the last time you ever will, savoring the other and indulging in such a forbidden touch. Whenever you think Chanyeolâs about to break it, he merely tilts his head the other way to deepen it and you giggle and fall right back into your perfect rhythm. A slow warm heat builds from your core, up to your chest, to burn in your throat. Surprisingly, itâs not arousal. Itâs something more grounding, more brittle. Itâs affection, itâs grief.
Itâs love.
The two of you pull apart eventually, staring deep into each otherâs eyes as you attempt to catch your breaths.
âThere,â Chanyeol says, voice gravelly and deep, as though he just woke up. âSealed with a kiss.â
Youâre smiling, and it all feels so bittersweet, you think you may also be crying again.
âIâŠ.â Chanyeol brushes your hair back. Whatever heâs about to sayâand you have a suspicious feeling you might know what it isâhe decides to keep to himself. Instead, he presses another kiss to your forehead and untangles himself from you. âLetâs go back. I have an early flight.â
The walk to the hotel is peacefully silent. You donât hold hands or anything, but youâre close enough to have your arm brush his occasionally. When youâre in the elevator, you stand on opposite sides of the cart, just as you had a couple nights ago. Heâs smiling at you, and itâs so sweet and boyish, you canât help but smile back. The action makes his smile grow wider.
When youâre deposited onto your floor, he walks you to your door.
âSorry for all the drama,â you say as you dig for your room key.
âI wouldnât have had it any other way.â He grins at you, nudging your shoulder with his arm.
Opening the door, you pause and turn to him. He meets your gaze expectantly.
âSee you at the baby shower?â You ask anxiously.
He nods. âIâll see you at the baby shower, Mel.â
Reassured, you head inside, closing the door quietly behind you. Your heart is pounding a million miles a second, and you take a moment to calm it down with deep breaths. It doesnât help much. Youâre too excited. YouâreâŠhopeful. You know that whatever you decide on the day you see Chanyeol again, heâll be on the same page.Â
You finally got your closure, and are now ready for a new chapter, with or without him. And that doesnât scare you nearly as much as it had this morning. Youâll never let him know, but Sehun was right. The talk was much needed.
You get ready for bed, and take in the room you spent some of the most stressful days in. You find youâre going to miss this place. Maybe next year you can book the same room, you think as you crawl into bed and fall into a peaceful slumber, knowing all but one of the knots in your rope have finally been untangled.
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hey i really really love your fics and the way you write youre so talented! ive been searching for a virgin!yuji x virgin!reader for so long and my life would literally be urs if you wrote this. if not no worries, i totally get it.
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{yuji itadori x f!reader}
summary: your relationship with yuji was semi new and cute, you both absolutely adoring the fuck out of one another since the moment you met. one thing you have in common though? youâre both loser virgins with absolutely no experience whatsoever, and on one night where youâre both innocently cuddling on the couch watching a movieâ yuji goes NUTS.
warnings: MDNI. college!au, afab!reader, SMUT, p in v sex, unprotected sex (wrap it yaâll), accidental creampie LOL, yuji is a little perv, smut with barely any plot she goes straight to the good stuff, cursing, pet names, fluff, FILTHYYYY this is filthy, all characters are aged up.
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authors note: PHEEWWWW THIS ONE HAD ME MEOWING LIKE A KITTY CAT AND I HOPE YALL MEOW WITH ME!!! thank you for your support always, that is an absolute given, i love you and i love you forever. MWAAAHHHH <3333
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âare you okay baby?â
no you were not.
because yuji was in a black tight compression tee and pjâs while you both were watching a movie together and cuddling on your living room couch, the sleeves of his shirt accentuating his biceps and the rest of it squeezing over his pecs and torso, the brightness of your tv illuminating all of his sharp handsome features that had you gnawing at your nails in a nervous fitâ him looking at you with pinched eyebrows.
yuji and you had just started dating a couple of months agoâ his lively overly friendly personality winning you over without really much effort at all, and your genuine sweet one catching his heart the minute he saw you come into one of his lectures last year, looking soul killingly beautiful and radiant, the both of you befriending each other quickly as your interests aligned.
and you started hanging out on and off campus a lot more frequently after thatâ gradually falling more and more in love until yuji finally gathered up his jumpy nerves and asked you to be his girlfriend.
there was a problem though.
neither of you had had sex before, or had done anything in between the lines with other people before you got together.
it was the first thing that yuji worried about when he first started dating youâ embarrassed and afraid that you would think he was a big fat loser with no game and that he would potentially run the risk of losing you, you maybe preferring a man of experience to match your own needs.
but when he admitted that to you, and when you shook your worried little head and told him you were in the same exact boat as him, he was fucking elatedâ his apprehensions crumbling down like a landslide and replaced instead with the giddiness of getting to do stuff with you for the first time ever, and him being the man (the only man ever he hoped) to get to do it to you.
but then there was another problem.
neither of you seemed to want to start anything, the both of you hesitant and scared because of your lack of experienceâ petrified of humiliating yourselves if one of you tried and pathetically failed at it or did something incorrectly.
âmhm! fine.â you smiled sweetly, your calm voice a completely different contrast to what was currently happening inside your reeling fuzzy brain.
you had both definitely talked about it, the subject of intimacy. but it was always something that the two of you reassured each other would happen eventually when you were both ready, that there was no rushâ choosing to brush the subject off like it was nothing.
except it wasnât nothing. it was never nothing. and you were both way past fucking ready, especially yuji, him practically ripping apart at the seams with horn dog need anytime he saw you wear those little skirts that you like so much, or whenever youâd straddle his lap during one of your daily makeout sessionsâ his hands literally trembling over your ass in attempts at being respectful of pretty olâ you, settling for placing them on your upper back instead.
and you would internally pout, disappointed, because you always without fail noticed all of this yet you were too shy to mention anything or do something about it on your own.
âyou sure?â he asked softly. âyou look like youâre thinking about something.â
he raised a hand and gently poked your cheek repeatedly with his index finger, a silly smile on his face. âtell me baby tell me baby tell me babyââ
you giggled, âiâm okay! just zoned out.â you pushed his finger away, leaning up and pressing a quick shy kiss to his cheek that made him instantly flush pink in return, a wobbly smile spreading across his face.
in the midst of you retreating back to your previous position, yuji caught your chin with his fingers and turned you to look at him, your cheeks blushing as he stared at you with lovesick dreamy eyes.
âcan weâ um.â his gaze flickered to your lips. âcan we make out.â
your eyes widened slightly and your hands grew clammy fast, cheeks buzzing as you stared back at him.
since making out was the only thing you both properly conquered, it happened almost every single time you saw each other, the act practically filling in and making up for the more lewd exchanges you both were missing out on, your kisses always sloppy and messy but heatedâ though each time it came around to it you were often just as nervous as the first time.
âsâsure!â you stammered. âyou donât have to ask me yuji⊠you can justâ yâknow⊠do it..â
he bit his tongue, your timidness for some fucking reason sending a shock of arousal through his veins and straight down to his dick as he tried his best to swallow it and not make it obvious for you.
âokay!â
he brought your face closer then and kissed you, a solid one at first, until you slowly parted your lips and ushered him in, deeper, your body moving closer to his on its own as he immediately responded with placing a hand on your leg to throw it over his lap, your mouths wet and slippery as he properly settled you to sit on him.
you wrapped your arms around his neck, the movie drowned out completely in the background as a sequence of lip smackings echoed throughout the room, yujiâs hands on your upper back like always as you continued to make out⊠until you felt a little stinging cramp in your kneeâ moving your hips a little bit to readjust, utterly unaware of how you accidentally applied pressure over yujiâs crotch as he sucked in a breath through his nose and pulled away.
âfuck donât do that baby donât do that.â
you froze, hands quickly retracting back to your chest. âwhat? what do what?â
âohââ he froze, eyes wide and cheeks pink as his mouth opened and closed like a fishy out of water.
he couldnât possibly tell you why, not wanting to scare you away by admitting that you grinding down on his crotch like that made his dick jerk and mind haze in the most filthy and perverted way imaginable, feeling like he wanted to dig himself a big fat grave of horny shame to throw himself into as he watched your pretty eyes look at him the way that they were, wanting that same look but underneath him insteadâ
your bent knee cramped up once more and you hissed, moving your hips again except this time harder, yujiâs eyes flying open as the grip around your upper torso tightened, a strangled whiny hum escaping his throat.
your eyes snapped to his at the sound, now feeling something hard poking your clothed pussy as your brain finally put fucking two and two together, your hand slapping over your mouth in embarrassment at what you did and over your stupid delayed realization.
âoh! yuji iâm so sorry iâ i didnât realizeââ
he shook his head rapidly, his cheeks and ears red as he shakily smoothed his hands over your hips comfortingly.
âno baby! donât be sorry itâs okay!â he quickly kissed your forehead. âiâitâs me⊠itâs not you at allâŠâ
but there was something else behind his eyes, something you couldnât quite pinpoint as he just stared at the place where your body met his crotch, hands slowly gripping your hips tighter in a certain way and⊠and actually moving you now in a certain way that made you promptly realize he was grinding you against him, pleasure quickly twitching at your clit in response as flat hands flew to his chest to stabilize yourself.
âwhatâ what are you doing?â you stammered, your chest heaving a little.
âsâsorry!âŠâ he mumbled, eyes still trained to the same area. âit justâ felt kind of good⊠so..â
yuji peered up at you, a cautious look on his face as he eyed you curiously with his pinky cheeks brightâ hesitantly indulging in his overwhelming sick need for you, as simply making out was just not cutting it anymore ever since he got a taste of how something like this could feel a couple of seconds ago.
and your thoughts were identical to his.
timidly, you slid your hands up slowly to rest back on his manly shoulders, the rough material of his compression tee under your fingers making you literally squeeze your hole around nothing, eyes nervously darting around his face.
âoâokayâŠâ
his hand came up to brush some of your soft hair over your shoulder, his thumb moving in to caress gently over your hot cheek.
âcan i⊠can i do it again?â
you shakily nodded, and he gripped your hips again before moving you just like he did before, your crotch coming down to meet his slowly and cautiously as your mouth partially hung open at how good it actually felt, yuji staring at your expression with blown out pupils and nearly drooling over it.
but he wanted more, his hands moving you then to grind on him a little faster, his hips coming up to meet yours at the same time as you shyly met him halfwayâ quick and stuttery until all of a sudden you were full blown humping into each other like rabid dogs, your tiny whiny moans setting him the fuck off as he captured your lips again to make out with you, fearing if he let you quietly moan like that for his ears to selfishly drink up that he was going to end up busting in his pants.
âyâyujiâŠâ you whimpered in between kisses.
âyeah baby?â his husky voice sent another electrical shock of ecstasy through your body, your fingers gripping his shirt in tiny fists as you didnât even know what exactly you were pleading him for.
but he knew.
he wrapped his arms entirely around you and moved so that you were laying flat on your back now, yuji in between your legs as he kissed you sloppily while grinding himself back on you again, him literally mimicking how it would be to fuck you as you squeezed his biceps for support, your thin pajama shorts feeling his hard cock bulging from his pj pants and rutting against your cunt desperately with every hump.
yuji, literally trapped in a dimension of arousal and nasty fucking thoughts of you with every moan that slipped past your puffy soft lips, had him reaching and tugging down on the waist band of your shorts like an animal, your baby blue panties with a little ribbon bow in the middle making him nearly choke on his spit.
your hand quickly came to clasp around his wrist, stopping him.
âyâyuji my parents! i donât know if we shouldââ
âoh fuckââ he whispered, looking up to the top of your staircase and down where your parents were sound asleep, gnawing so much on his bottom lip in cock blocked agony that he accidentally drew blood.
and you didnât know why, but the urge was unforgiving as you reached up and cupped his hot sweaty cheeks, pulling his face down as you stuck your tongue out and licked over his bleeding lip.
yuji stared, eyes wide, before he let out a low guttural grown and shoved his face into the crook of your neck.
âfuck fuck fuck fuckââ
you were fucking killing him.
he rolled his leaky cock slowly into you again, his shoulders trembling at the cold feeling of his wet boxers that were literally covered in pre cum the moment your pretty plush thighs sat over his lap, you speaking up.
âmâmaybeââ
he pulled back fast.
âyeah?â
âmaybe if you justâ look. that⊠that should be fine, right?â
âyeah yeah!â yujiâs invisible tail was practically wagging over your words. âlook uh huh! just look baby.â
you bit your lip, slowly reaching down and tugging as both of yujiâs hands went flying down to help you, pulling them over your thighs and down to your ankles before setting them behind him on the couch with a soft thud.
you kept your thighs closed, shy and timid as you realized yuji hadnât seen you like this yet⊠your cheeks flaring in embarrassment as he pulled your knees apart and gawked at the vision before him, yuji looking at you like you had built the entirety of rome by yourself with your bare hands.
you hadnât noticed yet, but your panties were drenchedâ a patch of wet spread over your lips that literally outlined the anatomy of your pussy to a t, leaving little to the imagination as his eyes stayed locked on your clit in a complete trance.
âoh my god, pretty!âŠâ he murmured, his index finger coming down to softly touch and rub your puffed up clit over your panties, you squeaking in response and slamming your thighs closed again.
âsorry! sorry!â he sputtered, frantic as he came down to peck little kisses on your cheek apologetically, your eyes shut, bashful. âdid that hurt? i didnât mean to iâm sorryââ
ânâno!â you shook your head and slowly peeked your eyes open. âit didnât⊠just felt sâsensitive.â
his shoulders relaxed in relief, nodding, his eyes widening in delight when you spread your legs back open for him again, your panties literally stuck slick to your pussy at this point.
yujiâs fingers pressed against your folds, him wanting to just feel the way your little wet lips mushed up against his digits, his curious hand directing him slowly up over your clit and back down by your virgin hole as he breathed hard through his nose, trying to get himself to calm the fuck down over your cunt and not freak you out.
but what he was doing felt good, him having no idea as you pulled your bottom lip in between your teeth with your eyebrows screwed together in euphoria, his ears perking up at the sounds of your sweet little moans and whines the more pressure he applied to it.
and then he got an idea.
as you were distracted getting riled up by his fingers, yuji shoved his other hand under his wet pajama pants and boxers, pulling out his throbbing cock and pumping it a little as his angry tip leaked with every jerkâ a drop oozing down and landing right on your nub before rolling over your panties as he breathed out a string of hushed curses.
yuji replaced the hand on your pussy with his cock, his length and tip pushing up in between your sopping cunt and back down, completely soiling your panties with a mix of your arousal and his pre cum as he rolled his hips into you again, you not noticing at all until both of his rough hands came to grip and squeeze over your inner thighs, your eyes fluttering open as you wondered why it felt way better than before, them bulging once you saw his thick long dick slipping and sliding hurriedly against your pussy.
âbâbaby!â you moaned breathlessly, but yuji literally could not hear you as his dazed droopy eyes stayed focused on your swollen puss while he continued to rut.
âuh huh..?..â he panted. âwhatâs wrong sweetheartâŠâ
your words lodged themselves in the back of your throat as a particular rough thrust made you choke and clamp your mouth shut, squeezing your eyes shut in response with your sensitive nub pulsing as you felt yujiâs leaky sticky cum all over you.
âdoes itâ does it feel good?â his eyes finally trailed up to look at you, his already fucked out expression and flushed face forming a yummy pit in your stomach that you recognized as your release whenever you fingered yourself, except that feeling no where near as good as what you felt right fucking now.
âmhm..â you moaned and licked your lips.
yujiâs fingers slid up from your inner thighs and to the straps of your panties, fiddling and playing with them as he rolled his hips like a little perv, his tip at times falling and literally sinking into your gaping virgin hole a bitâ your panties a thin stretchy wall that frustratingly stopped his cock from going, slipping back upward instead.
âbabyâŠâ he moaned lowly, whispering. âmaybe we should just have sex right nowâŠâ
you gasped. âright now?! i donât know yuji myâ my parentsâ and weâve neverââ
he leaned down and sloppily kissed you, speaking in between each smack.
âtheyâre asleep itâsââ mmphfâ âitâs okayââ
yuji already had his middle finger hooked under your wet panties as he started pulling down, you squeaking at the cold breeze hitting your bare clit.
âi want to butâ hic!â
he rubbed his tip over your entrance a bit, pooling your juice up.
âwhat ifâ what if we get too loud? and they come downstairsââ
he shook his head. âiâll keep on a lookout pretty donât worry about it...â he murmured. âyou just relax while i pump my cock in, yeah?â
you whimpered, nodding quickly and pathetically as you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him down flush against your chest, suctioning tiny sucks on his jaw to keep you from moaning the loudest youâve moaned all night as he started pushing in, yujiâs mind in a literal fucking state of delirium as his dick was finally gonna be buried in your cute pussy after wanting it for so long.
you hiccuped against his jaw, your arms gripping him tighter as he stretched you out so good, feeling a little pinch in your walls that made you spread your legs wider in attempts at alleviating it.
âohhhh fuckkkk babyââ he moaned loud and you quickly clamped a hand over his mouth.
âshhh honey shhhââ
âmâsorry mâsorry mâsorryââ
his voice was muffled against your hand as he pumped deeper, your squeal catching itself in your throat and his body fucking shivering at the way your tight slobbering walls sucked him in without him having to even push, your hole clenching around him and pumping more strings of stray pre cum out inside you.
âmy god do that again please do that againââ he panted, reeling his hips back slowly and pushing in at a steady rhythm.
âdâdo what?â you panted, your eyes closing in pleasure.
âsqueezeâ shit!â squeeze me please pleaseââ he begged, pressing wet open mouthed kisses on your cheeks as he licked up your little overstimulated tears.
âlikeâ like this?â
you clenched your hole again and his body jerked, his choked moans huffing in your ear as he rolled and snapped his hips faster.
âmm! yuji my godââ you squealed and he placed a hand over your mouth, the both of you now covering over each others as he proceeded to drill his hips in, the couch squeaking with every messy hit.
your hand tightened over his lips the louder he moaned, your eyes silently pleading with him to be a little quieter, but him too lost in the milking of his cock and the way your fucked out face looked as he couldnât connect the dots with what you were asking of him, suddenly your blurry brain coming into reasonable consciousness for a second as you became aware of the fact that you werenât even using protection.
âbâbabyââ you muffled against his hand. âweâre not using aâ mmm! câcondom we needââ
smack smack smackâ
âshit i donâtâ i donât have one sweetheart.â he stifled, and yuji only went faster then, harder and jerky as his awkward virgin hips jolted you up and down on him, your eyes rolling back. âsâokay iâll just pull out mâkay? iâll pull outââ
his snappy pace brought your brain back into your previous dumb erotic state, nodding dazedly as he scooched his hand down and shoved his middle and ring finger inside your wet mouth, your tongue slobbering over his digits before your lips lewdly closed around them and sucked.
yuji was not keeping a lookout for your parents.
âoh fuck baby you look so fucking pretty doing thatâŠâ he choked. âyou look so so pretty under me and taking my dickââ
âmhm..â you moaned around his fingers, drool seeping out of your mouth and down your chin as you felt like you were on the brink of cumming and squelching all over him.
âiâm gonna pull out soon okay? i feelââ pantâ âi feel like iâm cummingââ
you pulled back from his fingers with a pop and licked your lips, nodding vigorously as you squeezed your eyes painfully shut, your release washing over you like a prickly wave with your mouth hung wide open and your vision blowing bright white.
but in the midst of you creaming, you accidentally clamped your thighs shut around yuji as he tried to slip his dick out.
âfuck! i canâtââ pantâ âbaby open your legs please im gonnaâ fuck fuck fuck!ââ
yujiâs cum pummeled inside you and filled you the absolute brim as he gasped and whined in your ear, his balls draining so much of it into you that it took no time at all for it to slip past your hole and onto your couch below, the both of you heaving heavily with your clothes stuck against your sweaty sticky bodies.
âare youââ he swallowed. âare you okay baby? iâm sorry i came insideââ
âitâs okay it wasnât youââ you tried to regulate your breathing. âitâ it was my fault⊠i trapped you inâŠâ
you sheepishly looked at him and gnawed at the inside of your cheek in shame, your face only making him lazily grin and press a hard loving kiss to your cheek.
âitâs okay. we can figure it out later!â
he peeled away from you and sat up, his softening cock still buried inside as he slowly pulled out and watched the rest of his cum spurt out, taking one of his shaky fingers and collecting some before pushing it back in your hole.
âdonât put it back in yujiiii!â you whined.
âsorry! sorry sorryââ he grabbed your wrist gently and kissed the back of your hand, his pinky cheeks vibrant as he looked at you with a wobbly shy smile. âiâ i couldnât help myselfâŠâ
you giggled. âsâokay honey.â
he laid his body back over yours, being mindful not to squish you as he leaned some of his weight on his arms, cutely pecking your puffy lips over and over until he was satisfied with the amount, nuzzling his face in the crook of your neck after.
âmâglad my first time was with you yujiâŠâ you murmured into his ear, your words causing his heart to literally bang against his chest as he felt like he was on cloud nine with you underneath him like that.
âiâm glad it was with you pretty.â he pushed, looking into your fucked out eyes with sincerity. âand i hope it stays that way. just my dick.â
you laughed loudly, your hand quickly coming up to cover your mouth as he giggled.
you pecked his nose sweetly and readjusted your hips, your cum covered pussy brushing against his cock again, the blood immediately rushing back to it faster than a speeding fucking bullet.
he traced a loving finger across your bottom lip delicately, a little grin on his face.
you quirked a brow. âwhat?â
âcan we umââ he quickly kissed you. âcan we try doggy style right now?â
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bang chan
âŠsummary: After the agony for his sexual frustation of living under the same place as you, Bang Chan finally decides to do something to satiate all his deep and dirty fantasies with you, his best friendâs precious daughter.
⥠pairing: richdilf!chan x spoiled!bratty rich fem reader
headcanons: dilf!chan, urdadâsbestfiend!chan ⥠he wore that dilf outfit and leave us fereal like that (me) + one shoot: smut
(i tried my best, not sure if this is how headcanons works heh)
⥠based on my wild thoughts in this post lol
⥠current warnings: MDNI, smut, daddy kink, dirty talk, teasing, fingering, masturbation, spanking, slapping, oral sex, choking, implied legal age gap (reader in her early 20âs and Chan in his mid 30âs), use of nicknames (some of them degrating), after care, and just chan being rough without mercyđââïž
note: reader goes by âparkâ last name but it is only mentioned once for the narrative.
⥠word count: 11.3k
âąMASTERLISTâą taglist forms for upcoming works or wipâĄ
âa/n: there you go, happy late fatherâs day!
playlist: daddy issues by the neighbourhood + be my daddy by lana del rey
yourdadâsbestfriend!chan who since he met you has not stopped fantasizing about the spoiled daughter of his friend and business partner.
dilf!chan who had to go through a horrible divorce and is trying to be the best father for his beloved toddler daughter, going through emotional stress and turning into sexually frustration since he meets you because he hasn't had sex in a long time, and you keep dangerously flirting and teasing him.
yourdadâsbestfriend!chan who wants to put you in your place for being spoiled and at the same time pampered you himself, him thinking that youâve had everything in your life, except a big dick like his.
yourdadâsbestfriend!chan who finally decides to take you on a fancy date after your fiery flirtations behind your father's back, but proposes to meet his penthouse after a casual event at your parents's house and eventually wait to feel your nice tight pussy wrapped around his cock.
dilf!chan and yourdadâsbestfriend!chan who knows that his friend is a tough guy, demands too much from you and he didnât give you the sweet treatment and love that a father should give his daughter, so Chan loves to hold you tight in his arms while you act tender and submissive since you could never do it and forced yourself to have a strong personality.
daddy!chan who loves to fuck you hard, ramming rough your tight hole just because you love it too, and ask him to do it hard; but also enjoys sweet fucking you while giving you soft kisses all over your face while praising you gently for moving on his big cock at your soft and tender pace.
daddy issues
He was older than you and was also your father's friend and business partner⊠yet you could not refuse his request to accompany him to his apartment where, according to him, you could have a nice chat and a better time⊠your little games of seduction and flirting were not new; you were both captivated by each other when you saw each other for the first time.
You knew Bang Chan, at least only by name, as your father often mentioned him, however you never got to see his face as he was a partner in a company in another country and your father always saw him there, you knew he was significantly younger than your father and that he trusted him a lot⊠almost considering him as the son he never had. You were an only child so you could say that you were in a way, somewhat spoiled since your father was stupidly rich and you were the only legitimate heir to everything he has and built throughout his life, but still having such a position carries great consequences as the harsh discipline and demands that he always put on you⊠almost making you mold two personalities; in spite of everything you were kind, a bit cold, but kind, humble and very aware of your surroundings, qualities that Chan noticed and captivated him instantly as well. You were mature but at the same time immature and mischievous, you had a special look for him that only he was able to decipher, you drove him crazy.
You only knew little details about Chan when you didn't know him in person, scattered comments in the air that you listened to vaguely with interest from your father, that Chan is his partner from another country, that he got married a couple of years ago âwhose wedding you couldn't attend because of your commitment at the universityâ, that he had a daughter, that he got divorced and was the one who accompanied your father on the little relaxing vacations he gave himself from time to time; honestly you couldnât have played it down more, you always thought he was a mature man in a suit looking old. Until you saw him for the first time at a business dinner that you were forced to attend so you would be more related to what your father was doing and working for; you saw him, Chan, near that white door frame, wearing an elegant suit and with a glass in his hand that looked so small when he held it. Your father introduced him, the famous Bang Chan he always talked about and the one and only you usually didn't take the slightest interest in him.
You remember how handsome he looked and the big smile formed on your face as you heard your father say that he would be staying a little over a month to settle matters of their respective companies just in the city and, to your surprise, he would be staying in the small house ânot so small, as it could almost be considered as a quite decent and elegant apartment for which many people would pay a great deal of moneyâ near the swimming pool. The timing couldn't have been more perfect for you, you would be home for the academic break and you had Bang nearby, you had him in your sights from the first instant you saw him, his young and manly appearance, serious but relaxed countenance, his exquisite slightly pale skin and his beautiful full lips that you wanted to taste, in addition with an adorable accent, you suddenly found yourself fantasizing strongly about your father's best friend. All that night you couldn't take your eyes off him and⊠for Bang Chan, the feeling was quite mutual, he really didn't expect a pleasant surprise and a beauty like you from his best friend's daughter.
Your little fleeting games of seduction began without further ado, you noticed for miles the hungry gaze with which his eyes penetrated you; you wore short little skirts when he was supposed to be counseling you in finance, you accidentally caressed his body, you looked at him with sparkling eyes while seductively addressing him as Mr. Bang and you just loved being a little flirtatious around himâŠ. when your father didn't see you, as he would never allow that kind of provocative and revealing attire on you; but you excused yourself with brave, of being a hot summer, and went out swimming in your bikini hoping Chan was watching you. It wasn't news to you, you wanted him so badly, and you were so used to getting everything you wanted.
And for him, of course he was watching you, he did it from the first instant he met you, he knew that you were not a normal kind of girl⊠Bang Chan always considered himself an observant person who appreciated and noticed every detail, since you met, he noticed the slight gleam in your eyes that grew more and more, your pupils dilating, your weak and fragile body excited to have him near, the feeling was mutual, since a long time ago he had not felt attraction for another woman again after his disastrous divorce and, what he considers, as failure in love, his only true love is his daughter, who is his priority, and his mother.
At first he decided to concentrate, you were a girl younger than him, as far as he knew, still studying at the university, you were not even studying a postgraduate degree; so it seemed absurd to him, you were young, immature and above all, the precious daughter of his best friend and business partner. But the days progressed, tortuous days in the Park's gigantic house, where you kept strutting in front of him like a little whore âor so he thoughtâ, Chan only tensed his jaw, swallowed nervously with his throat dry, thirsty, trying to ignore the dirty thoughts of wanting to take you and put you in your place so you start behaving like the polite and fine lady you should be, carrying with pride such an important last name, but no, you decided to provoke him to the extreme, his blood heating up and fighting with his greatest instinct to not lift the little piece of cloth that would cover your ass, which you called a skirt, and hit your buttocks hard until you cry and lose little consciousness and that the only thing you remember is that you should feel ashamed.
Chan couldn't take it anymore, so after the first week he rented a luxurious penthouse where he would stay for a few nights to clear his mind⊠and get away from you, because once near you⊠his body reacted on its own and he was terrified that his instincts would take everything from him. He was stressed, he could not do that to his best friend, he trusted Chan fully and madly, he even confessed to him in such an intimate and vulnerable moment that he would leave in his hands two of his most precious things in life: his legacy and company and his beloved daughter, to advise you and teach you everything you need to know so that you, together with Bang, can take control and continue the legacy. Chan thought ironically if it must have been true when he told him that he would leave you in his hands, since he was dying for you to be in his arms right now.
Days passed and ignoring your immature games, Chan managed to get serious and advise you on company matters; you thought it was boring and expressed to Chan firmly how uninterested you were, to which he annoyingly puffed out his nostrils, thinking, but what a fucking spoiled brat... yet you were curious, competitive and a fast learner, so little by little Chan saw in you your maturity and determination, got to know your serious side and true personality⊠as if that wasn't enough, he was now more hopelessly interested in you.
After that he was more drowned in a sea of emotions that overwhelmed him more and more, sometimes you were a cute and pretty educated girl willing to learn, sometimes you acted provocatively seducing him and making his poor big cock cry of desperation, he wanted to fuck you hard without stopping, but also kiss you sweetly and take you on a date, he wanted to hear you talk freely about yourself, but he also wanted to leave you breathless while penetrating your delicate pussy. It wasn't until later when in a serious moment you confessed to him that your choice of college career was not something you enjoyed at all, you were doing very well when it came to your grades⊠but you felt it was only to please your father; Chan was surprised, he knew your dad was tough but he always seemed like a good family guy, but apparently he was not, he was always absent and filled his presence with material things all your life, Chan felt bad and⊠he remembered his beloved daughter away from him, it seemed wrong but, he thought he didn't want to give her those treats or be absent at any time in her life, but sadly he was thousands of miles away from her, just because of work. You sweetly told him that he still had a chance, since she was only two years old, it's not something like the little girl would remember anyway, that her father had to leave for a little over a month. And in a way you felt bad for yourself and for him... you felt so bad for wanting a man with children and because he had to get divorced because suddenly their relationship didn't work out, even with a child, which left you thinking too much....
Later in the madness of living under the same area, Chan witnessed something he shouldn't have, how your father yelled at you senselessly for partying around like a âslutâ when you should take care of your image for the sake of the whole family and that you could have appeared in the media, as well as claiming how you were bothering Bang Chan; since you had gone out to a club like any normal girl your age, frustrated at not getting the man you wanted, you decided to get drunk and text him while you were in that state, to which Chan ran to your rescue without hesitation. He took you home as you insisted and whined over and over about it, and sneaked you to his place, so your father wouldn't see you drunk; and you slept heavily in Chan's bed without realizing it, Chan died of tenderness and took care of you all night; however his help was in vain, the gate keepers and all your father's staff informed him of the situation, that Chan had to pick you up and that they saw you enter his room⊠making your father angry, not with Chan, but taking out all the anger on you, slapping you.
Chan was as devastated as you were, and ran after you, for the first time, giving you a hug as you cried into his chest. You hated crying, you hated being vulnerable in front of people and allowing them to show emotion in front of them⊠but with Chan, you were able to release yourself so well into his arms as he stroked your hair, you had forgotten when your last hug was and how warm human companionship can be.
After all that madness in such a short time, countless nights of both of you touching yourselves fantasizing about each other, Chan wanted to put an end to his agony, his heart ached for you and his cock cried so often for not being inside you. He was about to forget everything, to tell your father that he appreciated the stay and lodging at his house, but that he would like to leave for the penthouse he rented, where from there he would leave directly for work and only see you occasionally when you visit your father's company for your quick lessons; but he lost his mind when your father confessed to him that he would like you to date a son of another of his partners, a polite boy four years older than you⊠that was the straw that broke the camel's back, Chan hadn't realized how privileged he was and didn't take a chance, you were completely single, you didn't see any boy âas far as he knew-â, you barely left your house, so he finally asked you out on a date, a nice romantic date that he tried hard to plan since he knew very little about the city. You had a wonderful time and he couldn't believe it, for the first time in a long time, he was beginning to like and⊠slightly starting to fall in love with another girl.
Finally, the hot games of seduction and teasing were mutual, escalating into more and more dangerous territory until, Chan could no longer contain himself, he was fed up with so much play and erections in his pants that he had to take them off himself; so one simple Saturday where your father wanted to be a simple man and do things like most average men do to get along, like a barbecue, somehow or other Chan managed to get out of that situation as something suddenly came up for your father⊠leaving you and Chan alone. But you both knew you were not quite alone, there were eyes everywhere, so he suggested that you stop by to visit his temporary apartment.
You had accepted, your nerves increased with strength, you had not passed with Chan from light friction and dangerous closeness⊠but to be finally alone, your heart was pounding, you did not believe you had come so far. That Saturday you were exclusively bored, sneaking out a bit to see what your father and Chan were up to, who looked so handsome wearing a slightly baggy pale blue shirt, which showed through a bit underneath so he wore a white sleeveless shirt, blue jeans and simple sneakers⊠he looked so relaxed and cute. You fantasized about him in all his forms, in a suit acting like a rich and powerful man, the tender Chan hugging you while you cry and comforting you, the Chan best friend of your father who talks animatedly with him, and him casual, just him. You were so eager for him, you even told your best friends that this summer you had to fuck your father's friend, no was not an option, you had to have him.
He drove without another word to his place⊠you both didn't know what to say but you could feel the tension in the air, it was obvious he wanted to do a couple of not so tender and gentle things with you. You smoothed your skirt nervously as you rode shotgun in the car, luckily you always dolled up to see Chan and ever since that hug he always reminds you how pretty you look, out loud when youâre alone, and in whispers in your ear when people are around.
You entered the place even more nervous with Chan behind you⊠normally you are not the nervous type of girl, but something about being so close to Chan and what you always longed for made you even tremble.
âIt looks niceâ you managed to say as you walked into the place, clearing your throat a little.
Chan brazenly watched your silhouette up and down licking his lips, even your voice was driving him crazy, you turned to see him and found his worked and muscular body relaxed, giving you a little smile.
âBut why would you rent an apartment if you're supposed to already have a place to stay...â you spoke again, getting closer to him and unable to avoid showing your little cynical and sarcastic side, âis it something rich men do or⊠is it to have more privacy with the girls you fuck?â your smile got bigger, waiting for a response from him.
But he didn't think it was funny, if only having sex with other women was so simple he would have done it so fast to forget about you, but he couldn't, it was just you, you and you. But Chan decided to relax a little and and match your energy.
âOh yeah, hundreds of girls I bring hereâ he added amused, âHoney do you want something to drinkâŠ?â
You bit your lower lip, while your cheeks turned red as you heard him sweet talk you, you adored him madly and appreciated his attempt to be nice to you but you couldn't deny that you were incredibly horny, you were even slightly wet already, so you gently rolled your eyes then let out and small sigh, moving closer to Chan, you couldn't contain your body anymore, it was vibrating from all the possible scenarios that you couldn't wait another second for them to happen.
âWhy don't you just kiss me already⊠isn't that what you've always wanted?â you said slowly returning to your seductive tone and took a step closer, almost brushing his lips as you look him suggestively in the eyes.
Chan stood still, incredulous of your boldness and that you wanted to start doing it at once⊠his breathing started to get irregular, his heart pounding as excited as it had never been before, he was crazy about you, although sometimes, with that cute and tender face you have, he expects you to act like that, tender and innocent, but you are absolutely the opposite, speaking boldly and not afraid to say what you are thinking about. And of course you were like that, at least in sex, not every day you had a man like Chan willing to fuck you, although you knew perfectly well that you could have them all in the palm of your hand, but no one was him, your sweet Channie who without realizing he knows too many private things about you that you fought so hard to keep them and hide, that you always carried with that weight; but you were like that, a bit daring to get what you wanted... but when it comes to feelings and expressing what you feel, that's when you really become the sweet, innocent young woman he slightly desires. But he doesn't mind anyway, knowing every facet of you is a challenge he loves to take.
âPlease⊠Chanâ you asked again almost in a whisper, you don't mind showing a little needy side of you to him, even though you were proud, you really wanted him badly.
Chan reacted coming out of his trance and quickly observing the details of your face, he grabbed your waist and finally caught your lips, feeling the same softness of the clouds and rising to a trance so heavenly by your touch, he was dying to kiss you from the first moment he saw you. Chan was slowly moving his expert lips over yours, you were so stunned that you didn't even know where to place your hands so you only left them lightly resting on Chan's chest, feeling the stiffness of his muscular and very well worked body, you couldn't believe it, you were getting too carried away with just simple kisses and your pussy started to throb hard so ready to take Chan's cock if he wanted to do it right now. Chan made you slowly open your mouth, at his torturous, slow and hot pace, with his left hand he held your face and finally the kiss became a little dirtier as he used his slick tongue mercilessly. The act made your pussy throb harder and covered more your panties with your sweet wetness. You took little gasps of air every now and then but Chan never let go of your mouth, you felt so good just kissing him that you slowly lost your sanity and the strength to stand; he gently began to stroke your back with his other hand, so you also wanted to be part of the soft touching while kissing passionately, so you directed your hand towards his cock, surprised to find his dick extremely prominent and erect in his pants, you almost moaned at the thought of how big his cock was erect, you were dying to see his cock completely uncovered. Chan moaned subtly as he felt your daring touch⊠but something inside him that night wanted to take absolute control of the situation, to give you orders and wanted to see you being a good girl for him, but you started touching him, provoking him more and teasing him just a little, but enough to squeeze your wrist hard with his hand that was previously on your back, pulling it away from his cock and, pulling a little on your hair to get you off his face, away from his lips. Leaving you confused and disoriented as you were extremely lost in his caresses.
âDon't touch until I tell you what to do, babygirlâ he warned with a stern and defiant look at you, expecting a sweet nod of your head as you stare into his eyes so needy and submissive.
But it was just the opposite, you were so excited that all you could think about was making him feel good and how cute it would sound as he whimpered your name. You bit your lip, and tried to wiggle out of his grip on your wrist, going back to stroking his erection, ignoring him.
âShit, but you're so hard and it's so bigâ you moaned, but quickly the tighter grip on your wrist and in your hair took over, stretching it, it confused you a little and you looked him straight in the eye.
âWhy do you always have to do what you want and act like a fucking slut?â he blurted out suddenly with his eyes dark, the vein in his neck slightly exalted and his body full of lust.
You smiled broadly, something about him seeing him angry made you ten times more horny, you loved teasing him so much.
âThen treat me like oneâ you commented with a cocky grin, almost in an excited sigh, you were so agitated, your body throbbing, your breathing ragged and your heart seeming to want to burst out of your chest, forcefully feeling each beat rumble in your ears, you needed to fuck him desperately.
Chan smiled sideways in disbelief at your request⊠he was so willing to make you feel good and have a nice unforgettable night, of course he was going to penetrate you till you were breathless, but he would be gentle, ordering you around gently⊠but you were complicating things too much, suddenly you confessed to him how dirty you wanted the act to be.
âIs that what you want?â he added in a low voice, looking at you expectantly and intimidating you a little for the first time.
You nodded nervously as you felt the pressure of his grips even tighter, causing you a little pain.
âAlrightâ he replied, still looking intimidating and dominant, he brought his face closer to you, almost brushing your lips and tempting you to kiss him, âDirty sluts don't deserve sweet kisses on the lips thenâ he mumbled in your face, pulling even harder on your hair, âThey get fucked hard.â
You winced a little but he quickly released you, you couldn't hide your smile hearing him say that, you were so turned on and he hadn't even started touching you, you lowered your gaze to his pants, the protruding bulge in his blue jeans took your breath away, he was also so ecstatic without even starting.
âTake your clothes off nowâ he ordered you, still with an annoyed tone, but he was too turned on by you provoking him and acting like a spoiled cynic little bitch.
Chan pressed his lips together, licking them and putting his hands on his hips, with bated breath waiting to see the whole show. You looked at him and then lowered your gaze to your clothes, with light trembling hands that you were trying so hard to relax, you removed your top, your bra, your skirt and paused a little at your panties, bent down as you slid from the thin elastic and stared at him, his eyes captured on you, his gaze traveling quickly to every part of your body so as not to miss any detail, you gasped at the sensation of the fabric leaving your pussy and finally you were completely naked for him, smiling smugly at him. Chan couldn't resist, he had to touch you so he quickly drew your body to his, squeezing your ass, making you give a little squeak of surprise, finally, the sensation of his skin clinging to yours, touching you, your cheeks burned again, for so long you had fantasized about being touched and groped by him and now Chan found himself massaging your ass as you feel the friction of all his clothes, and his erection, joined to your naked body.
Chan watched you, your sweet pink lips begging to be treated gently, but you by yourself had decided to be treated like a whore so he would give you exactly the treatment, completely unaware of you and trying to erase the tender thoughts he has of you.
âEven fucking whores should be taught manners once in a whileâ he mumbled looking down at you from above and tightening his grip on your ass to which you moaned.
Chan carried you with ease, walking a few secluded yards to his living room in his large, soft white couch with its large mirror on the wall above it; he sat down and wrestled you onto his long, strong thighs face down, your lower abdomen feeling the pressure of the rough denim of his jeans, and your breasts brushing against the softness of the couch, leaving your ass in the air at his sight and will. You drew in a shaky breath, stirring uncomfortably from your position, predicting exactly what his next move might be about. Chan dropped his heavy arm on your shoulder blades impeding and bounding your movement a bit, having you just facing your very bounded front view; you felt him gently caress your ass and gently spread it apart to part your folds making you groan. Chan bit his lip at the sight of your wet and slightly swollen little pussy, you were so needy and having you just at his disposal made his cock throb enclosed in his tight pants, it was like his cock had a life of its own when it came to you, only with you he would get hard in seconds at the slightest interaction and that frustrated him madly⊠so he would finally get even for all the times you misbehaved and left him so needy, for all the times you behaved like a real slut to get his attention.
He inhaled air between his teeth gently shaking his head, thinking he had to, he wanted to see you cry and beg.
âI'm going to give you a little punishment babygirl, for all the times you went around provoking me when I never asked you to, behaving like a fucking slut, you won't count them, I'll spank you until you understandâ he said plaintiff.
You sighed half-heartedly and excited, somehow you were so turned on by this foreplay of him acting domineering, of wanting to correct you and, without being able to think anymore, you felt the first strong and loud spank on your ass, your body contracting from the shock and impact, you gasped loudly, it had hurt so much and it was only the first one, but you couldn't help feeling that it was turning you on more, you thought that you would look a little crazy if you cum when he was hitting you, but you couldn't help it, your sensations were at the limit. Chan didn't even let your blood pressure molecules work for your well-being and stability, when he was already spanking you again, this time letting out a little cry and biting your lip hard.
âYou have been a very bad girlâŠâ he mentioned almost breathless panting with excitement as he saw your weak body react to the pain, âVery very bad for daddy, when all I wanted was for you to behave wellâ he spanked you again.
And you didn't know what surprised you more, the hit or that he had suddenly called himself daddy, making your heart pound harderâŠ. daddy, oh my god you thought, he had finally said it, you thought it sounded so hot coming out of his rough voice full of pleasure and that ultimately that dirty fetish suited Chan so well, of which he felt a sexual arousal hearing you say daddy when you meekly and in a high pitched tone referred to your father like that, when clearly it was with a double intention, a random afternoon as you sucked hard on a popsicle while looking him coyly in the eyes. And Chan couldn't deny it felt so good to self-brand himself in that term in the sex act, it came so naturally to him, it made him feel empowered and in control, such a tender and dirty term only when both of you use it.
âDaddyâ you moaned in pain and excitement as you felt your fourth spank.
âThat's right babygirl, daddy is here to correct you every time you are misbehavingâ Chan growled, stretching your hair and spanking you sudden times.
The shuddering sound of his big hand colliding with your destroyed skin made him hornier, Chan spanked you and watched your sweet reaction two seconds and continued to his activity, exciting him uncontrollably, with your body helpless and unwilling to move by his grip and your moans were more than enough, Chan wanted to release his cock once and for all, his balls ached and he could feel his precum drops coming intensely from his choked and pressed tip. You on the other hand were starting to whimper, you kicked hard and with awkward movements you struggled your right hand towards your ass to stop him from beating you, you had forgotten how many he had given you, but you were on the verge, your ass was a fiery red.
âDaddy, pleaseâ you whined with your voice trembling and in supplication.
âPlease what?â he spoke sharply, releasing his grip on your hair and bringing it to your hand to stop you from impeding his action.
You were practically crying a little and tried to turn to look at him once he stopped leaning against your back, but you couldn't. You were about to answer, as you were feeling your buttocks burning intensely, but you were sore and limp, however before you could say anything you felt two long fingers in your hole, suddenly fucking you and causing your body to react.
âDo you want me to stop, you little slut?â spoke Chan, playing with his fingers at your entrance, dilating it for him, you gasped in response, âYou are so fucking wet and all I have done is spank you, do you actually like being treated like a real slut?â Chan bit his bottom lip again as he felt your walls clench his fingers, thinking if this is how tight you are with his fingers he was dying to feel that tightness around his cock.
You were so focused on the shocks of vibration his long digits transmitted to you as you tried to forget the pain in your ass, but you shrunk your body a little with fear as you felt his left hand let go of your arm and started to caress your ass again, you didn't want to be spanked again, you understood it was hot at first but now it just hurt. You were already a mess, you are soaking wet, with your eyes watering and physically weak. Chan got a half smile on his face as he noticed your reaction.
âSo have you learned to behave yourself or do you want me to remind you again how painful it can be not to obey daddy? Because I can break that lovely ass of yours againâ he commented, almost sighing excitedly the last sentence as he leered at your round red ass with his hand marked on your skin, gently squeezing the damaged area, making you whimper again.
âYes daddyâ you responded quickly and desperately as you resented the violent rhythmic changes of his fingers on your sensitive pussy, âI-I'll be a good girl for you, ahh, fuck daddyâ you moaned exquisitely feeling the skill of his fingers exploring your insides as he plunged into the sea of your wetness, grotesquely hearing the sound of your fluids colliding with the movements of his fingers.
You were not thinking clearly, you were so close to your first strong orgasm from the sensation of his fingers alone.
âWatch your pretty mouth, princessâ he commanded as he heard you curse.
âS-sorry, daddyâ you replied just to please him so he wouldn't spank you again; it felt so satisfying for you to call him that as he had you exploding with pleasure.
Chan removed his right hand from your entrance and with it he began to delicately caress your wet folds as he grabbed your hair again.
âCome hereâ he ordered you.
You moaned softly as you stopped feeling his touch and struggled to sit up, you slowly raised your body, sitting painfully on one of Chan's thighs, but as soon as you sat down, he gently lifted you off your hips, leaving you sitting on the couch and he quickly stood up. You winced at the sensation of the material of the couch rubbing against your sensitive, bruised bottom, rising uncomfortably pressing your palms into the cushioned couch as you watched Chan's domineering complexion in front of you from the bottom up, the two of you exchanged eye contact, Chan looking up at you haughtily, gently licking his lips as his long fingers went to the button of his pants to unbutton them; your attention was completely diverted, concentrating on the action, you subtly bit your lip, you brought your legs together a bit feeling all the wetness of your pussy and for a moment you forgot your discomfort, your heart raced again just seeing that Chan was starting to undress, you were so excited as if he was unwrapping a gift you were eagerly waiting for, Chan never took off his smug expression and enjoyed seeing the eager reaction of your fragile body; once with his pants unbuttoned, he quickly stripped off all his clothes, he always felt more comfortable naked, plus he could freely do everything with you, he raised his arms, taking off both shirts, pale blue collared and the white sleeveless one he wears underneath, finally revealing his marked abdomen and pecs, you sighed, thinking how well preserved he was for an older man with a daughter and thought about how much you wanted to ride his cock while holding on to his worked body... oh, his cock, you thought in a second, still with your mind a little fuzzy and your vision blurred between desire and your slightly watery eyes. Chan finally took off his jeans, also desperate to be on top of you, you appreciated his big bulge for a few seconds before he finally takes off his underwear, his erect and rigid cock coming out gracefully, so overstimulated and with its notorious tip of a bright pink with details of a brilliant white from his precum. You opened your eyes in amazement analyzing every detail of his member's anatomy⊠you had never seen such a thing, you always fantasized that it would be big but reality surpassed fiction a little, it was a little bigger than what you projected in your head⊠it was perfect and looked so appetizing, you didn't miss any detail of his cock, from the base and its pink and slightly tanned testicles, to its entire firm length with protruding veins scattered all over it, it looked so nice and neat, and you started to feel so perky and excited leaving aside the pain in your ass, you were so excited that the slight discomfort was even turning you on more. It was so impressive and big that you wondered how he was able to hide it all this time. Chan saw your tender gaze sparkle at the sight of his big cock.
âYou like what you see, honey?â he laughed softly, bringing you out of your shock and making you look him in the face, yes you adored his cock and you hadn't even tasted it, but you loved the person who possessed it more, you wanted to see every expression of your adored Chan when he is already fucking you. You nodded.
He caught your gaze, so lewd and submissive for him as your body trembled slightly and your chest looked heaving breathing hard. Chan was enjoying every damn second of having you. You wanted to get close to him, to start jerking him off because of your seductive nature, but you held back all your urges with almost even physical strength. Chan got down on his knees, fully willing to appreciate the precious pussy that now belonged to him and he would surely destroy later, making his cock move freely at the rough movement making him moan which you loved to hear, you came back to your senses hearing it; Chan spread your legs and appreciated your poor needy cunt, with your entrance slightly dripping.
âBut look what a mess you're made of⊠just for daddy, aren't you precious?â he groaned running his fingertips along your labia.
âY-yes daddy.â
You gasped, trying to relax your body on the back of the couch and settling your body so that your ass wouldn't hurt so much, Chan was lost in detail all over the structure of your vagina and began to stroke your sensitive clitoral spot, contracting your body a little; for him suddenly his slow process burned inside his body, but he was a true believer of leaving the best to last and in this case it would be finally feeling your tight core hugging his cock. Chan continued to stroke the entire length of your folds without leaving your clitoris alone; you were so frustrated, and excited, the sensation of your orifice getting more and more lubricated was driving you crazy⊠if you didn't feel filled by his cock in the next five minutes you would start to cry with despair.
âBut what a nice, needy pussy, ready to be cared for, do you want daddy to take care of it for you?â he said dirtily spanking your exposed vulva, getting you all worked up.
âYes, daddy, p-pleaseâŠâ you were about to beg him to fuck you at once, beg him because it wasn't that hard to just stick his cock in you.
But once again your words were interrupted as you once again felt Chan's fingers in you fucking you with agility, making you once again lose your sanity.
Chan brought his hand to his member as his poor sex was also crying out to be attended, but he would never admit it, at least not in this sizzling scenario you both were creating⊠and he began to masturbate panting while his other hand attended to you. You saw him lustfully biting your lip thinking that you could be the one who could please him, take his cock and make him feel good, he didn't have to do it by himself. He came dangerously close to the center of your labia, feeling his hot breath and his big nose brushing lightly against your genitals, you saw him, confused and expectant that if he came near your pussy it was because he was going to start sucking it but⊠he just stood there for a few seconds with a naughty little smile on his face.
He stopped masturbating to bring his hand up and play with your labia without missing the delicious rhythm of his fingers on you.
âYou want me to eat your pussy, huh, little slut? Do you want to feel my tongue making you scream?â he spoke between sighs in front of your sensitive area.
Your cheeks flushed and you couldn't agree more, you nodded excitedly with your eyes sparkling, but only got a small mocking laugh from Chan in response.
âWell too bad, princess, bad girls don't deserve to have their pussy eaten by daddy.â
You whimpered as you stopped feeling his hot breath near you and from Chan's sudden movements inside you filling your organ.
âLet me help you daddy, I want to touch you tooâ you mumbled senselessly, closing your eyes tightly so ecstatic to feel something inside your vagina.
âYou want to help me huh, yeah? With what, baby?â your whole body collapsed and trembled, you were so close and he knew it.
âL-let me help you with your cock daddy, I want to make you f-feel good tooâ you babbled, arching your back as you felt you were nothing short of orgasm. âFuck, I-I'm-gonna cum daddyâ you cried out sharply and before you felt the jolt of your orgasm you felt one of Chan's hand on your cheek, slapping you then squeezing your cheeks hard with his hand so you could stare at him.
The slap surprised you but excited you too much once you caught his dark gaze behind his small eyelids.
âI told you not to curseâ he spat annoyed without missing the rhythm of his fingers in your pussy, you lowered your gaze to his strong arm whose skin glistened from the lighting of the place and his veins were exalted in his hand working on your hole and folds, you felt him pull again on his strong grip âLook at meâ he commanded âYou're about to cum, huh, dirty slut?â he gasped seeing your taut complexion struggling for release, and, almost bursting to fill Chan with you, he stopped completely, âOh honey I would have made you cum but don't forget tonight you are still a dirty whore at my beck and call, you will cum until I tell you to.â
You whimpered, letting out a heavy sigh as you watched him in annoyance and disbelief as he stood up, bringing his big cock closer to your face.
âCome on, didn't you say you were going to try to be a good girl and help meâ he groaned inhaling air between his teeth and dropping his heavy right hand on top of your head.
You saw him, lewdly and quickly arranged your body, getting on your knees on the couch and leaning your torso and arching your back to get exactly level with his cock, you licked your lips hungrily and held his long and slightly curved cock, you gasped as you felt its rough but smooth texture in your hands⊠for a second you thought about getting revenge and leaving him so needy without letting him cum⊠but your mentality changed as you finally felt him, so erect and rigid and ready for you.
âCan I put it in my mouth daddy?â you asked innocently looking into his eyes as you felt his sex throb after hearing you speak.
âFuck, yes, babygirl, take it all, show me you can take all of daddy's cock, show me what your dirty little mouth can doâ he replied in a gasping whisper stroking your hair.
You smiled and your eyes moved to his manhood, you kissed his tip, covering your lips in his precum and continued to give him soft kisses all along his length as your hands moved down as well, until you reached his base, where your left hand gently caressed and squeezed his balls and you quickly ran your tongue along his erection until you returned again to his tip. You felt every bulge of his veins in your mouth thinking that his cock would become your new favorite plaything. Chan gasped, completely giving in to the sensation of his sex finally being touched and tightened his grip on your hair.
âIt's so big daddyâ you moaned looking into his eyes as your hands masturbated him, preparing to take him into your mouth.
âIt has to go all the way in your pretty mouth slutâ he replied watching you from below.
You watched all the way down to his cock from your angle, his strong neck, his protruding pecs and marked abdomen until you reached his clean shaved pubic area detonating small veins until you reached his huge erect manhood, you wanted him to fuck you so hard until it made you forget your name and the only one you can scream and remember is his⊠but for now, you were going to suck him off so good he would miss the feeling of your warm cavity on his cock.
You moved your tongue circularly on his glans, tasting every part of his salty pre cum combined with your saliva as you tentatively played with his foreskin a little, making Chan whimper, which made your body vibrate with excitement and finally you opened your mouth wide to insert it. Chan let out a little gasp at finally feeling his cock inside something, a cavity as soft and warm and like yours, as he felt his cock finally being surrounded by the wetness of your mouth and the sensation of your naughty tongue that wouldn't stop moving. Chan sighed heavily, closing his eyes and throwing back his head.
âFuck, babygirl, that's it, keep g-going, don't stopâ he gasped encouraging you to move more.
His cock was so big that only half of it fit with effort, the rest of its length you held with your hand, still you took advantage of the stiffness but flexibility of his member, making him explore the inside of your mouth, making Chan tremble as his sighs of excitement came more and more forcefully from his inside, pushing against his abdomen. You felt a tickle in your nose as it watered and became slippery, your whole expression changed, your cheeks rose up to your eyes, bothering you and making them begin to water, however you did not stop and began to move, bobbing your head up and down his length, trying to adapt to his size, and do it at your pace, however pleasure took over Chan and between gasps he began to pull your head penetrating your mouth gently; you moaned breathlessly and with his virility in your cavity, whimpering and releasing tinies mmm's, the liquids of both began to slide out of your mouth; Chan bit his lip at the submissive and helpless image of you with his big member in your mouth as you struggled to keep up and catch your breath, then he looked up, meeting his reflection in the big mirror on the wall, seeing himself with such a pleased expression from you pretty mouth giving it all to satisfy him, Chan thought he couldn't wait to see what a mess you became as he fucked you hard, seeing you both in that damn, big, strategic mirror.
Chan continued to thrust your head, you were so turned on again that your trembling, fumbling hand found its way to your pussy to begin stimulating your clitoris as your mouth grotesquely and sexually filled with your father's best friend's big cock. Chan flicked his tongue, smiled at the sight of you in a mess, your makeup smudged, your eyes watering and your hand struggling to touch yourself⊠however the last thing did not please him at all, he wanted to keep teasing you and have absolute control of your body, your emotions, your panting, your pleasure, everything must be because he was giving it to you, it all belonged to him. He pulled roughly on your hair, pulling his dick violently out of your mouth splashing your fluids all over your face, his abdomen and onto the couch; Chan without thinking again treated you like a whore, and slapped you again.
âYou can't touch yourself, concentrate on my cock, cum like a slut by just sucking my cock if you want, but you are not allowed to touch yourself, today only daddy can touch youâ he demanded, leaving your fragile cheek slightly burning with pain.
You looked at him in surprise, and without answering him or being able to take a breath, he reached up again to grab your hair, taking the base of his erection with his hand and directing it back to your mouth where its red tip brushed your wet lips.
âOpen up, make me feel good, let daddy cum in that little mouthâ he demanded again in a husky voice.
You looked at him, vulnerably with each limb weak and trembling, you opened your mouth and he without warning pushed until you felt his glans touch the bottom of your cavity.
âDaddy is going to fuck your throat, princess, hold on.â
Your body vibrated and your womanhood reacted violently to his warning, you made eye contact with him again, almost begging for mercy as your eyes watered, which only made Chan swell more, he bit his lip and the vein in his neck started to become more and more noticeable, it felt more than good, he was about to cum with an intensity like he had never done before and just from fucking your mouth. Chan rammed you gently and then found a way to slide his cock down your throat as he dug his hands into your hair; you whimpered, out of breath and contracting your body hard, out of air and begging for some, regurgitating as he touched the uvula of your mouth, upsetting your gag reflex, as you held onto his thighs, digging your nails in; Chan cried out in pleasure, reaching so deep until you felt the rough texture of the skin of his balls on your lips, rubbing them into you as he moved subtly, only to pull away quickly as he saw your body convulse for help. You caught your breath and coughed from the earlier sensation of a large intruder in your throat, you brought your hands to your neck⊠you still smiled at him, it was so fucking hot, you were immobile unable to do anything about his strong grip, fuck, now you loved deepthroating him.
He noticed your cynical reaction, you looked incredibly horny to him, he didn't think you were that kind of girl, all in all a wonderful girl willing to explore every game and open to anything.
âMake me cumâ Chan added in a whine, now he almost pleading, releasing his tight grip on your hair and now stroking it. Your smile widened and now you continued at your pace, tasting and enjoying his entire length and testicles, your mouth up and down his cock as you massaged his balls; then running your tongue all over it as if it were your favorite candy.
âMmm, you taste so good daddy, I love your cock, it's so big, mmâ you babbled between his cock, looking into his eyes.
âYeah?â he said raising his eyebrows and looking at you haughtily, weakening his body so much at every naughty flick of your tongue and strong suction, echoing grotesquely in the room the moans of both of you and the dripping sound of his cock colliding with your mouth and lips, Chan was so close, âKeep going babygirl, fuck, I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum, all over your fucking mouth, you're doing it so well, what the fuckâ Chan babbled feebly.
And Chan ejaculated, inhaling hard air between his teeth and gasping loudly as he closed his eyes as he felt his cum shoot out of his glossy tip, landing on your ready, open tongue. You watched Chan cum, his abdomen contracting as he gasped loudly and you felt like a faithful happy puppy wagging your tail endlessly. You kept stimulating his glans, flicking in small circles as you subtly lubed it and withdrew the semen from your mouth, falling in sticky drips to the couch.
âFuckâ said Chan in exasperation for the last time before pulling his cock away from you.
Chan was hard again, not caring that he had just finished cumming, he was still very well loaded, now ready to fuck you, he leaned towards you, looking at you intimidatingly to which you shrank back coming up against the back of the couch, unsure what his spontaneous move might be now. Chan approached your face and with his thumb he roughly slid the liquids around your mouth, on your chin and under your nose, aggressively doing it even on your lips, then forcing his finger into your warm mouth, you didn't take your eyes off him, once again breathing heavily, you caught his finger and sucked it hard in such an erotic act while appreciating every detail of his handsome face.
âGood girlâ he whispered, âNow spread your pretty legs and let me see your pussy to prepare it before I fuck you.â
Once again you came back to all your senses, your body trembled with exaggeration and excitement knowing that he was finally going to fuck you. You leaned back fully and spread your legs again showing him your exposed vulva, still throbbing and a mess from being soaked and moaning softly from your bruised ass. You looked at Chan's full complexion and once again your eyes were lost on his stiff throbbing cock, fearful that perhaps it was going to hurt a littleâŠ. Chan didn't hesitate and passed his hard cock rubbing it in your soaked folds while holding it with his hand, you moaned shuddering at the sensation, he was teasing you to the limit, Chan also gasped subtly at the pressure of his cock in your wet warm genital, rubbing it proudly in you, you swallowed, still with your mouth wet and sensitive from his cock in it just a moment ago and plucked up the courage to say to him:
âFuck me please, daddy, I-I need you, pleaseâ you begged as you felt his firmness rubbing hard against your labia.
Chan watched you smugly with a smile as he saw you so needy, your pussy exposed, your makeup ruined and your glossy mouth dirty and your body with little drops of his cum.
âYou want my cock so badly, huh?â he mumbled now teasing your entrance, rubbing his tip and rubbing it gently, almost thrusting it in which made you groan as you retained the loud sound biting your lip and enjoying it.
âMmhuumâŠâ you moaned nodding softly.
You thought Chan was about to fuck you in that position, you were so ready, your orifice dilated desperate for him, but you were surprised when he abruptly grabs your wrist, pulling you up and forcing you to stand, moving your body with ease, putting you on your back to him, you felt so hot from his sudden movement and quickly felt Chan move closer to your body, sticking his erection on your back, he held you by your breasts and whispered hotly in your ear,
âI'm going to fuck my way into you, babygirl.â
You saw the scene in the mirror facing you, half your body exposed and Chan behind you looking at you with desire. Once again your serotonin rose, this time without false hope as you finally felt Chan's cock slide all the way to your entrance, stretching your entire hole making you scream and you felt your whole canal slowly fill to the bottom, with the sensation of Chan's body crashing against yours, he also groaned as he was inside you, with your tight walls choking his swollen cock; you whimpered and arched your back a little, now enjoying it and shifting your hips gently to adapt to his size. Chan saw the sight of his cock buried in your tiny hole, stretching for him and gasped at your subtle movements.
âAnd you're fucking yourself already huh? Don't move babygirl, I'm gonna be the one fucking you tonight, remember.â
Chan grabbed your hips, pulling your body away and then tackling him, exquisitely sliding his cock into your walls, you both gasped. He meant to be gentle at first, but eventually found his pace as he began to pound you hard, inserting his entire firm length into your tightness, âFuckâ Chan mumbled, looking at your red and slightly bruised ass, as his pelvis and balls pounded you hard. You were so wet that amidst his moans and sound of his skin slapping also came the sound of your wet pussy meeting his cock.
âFuck, baby, you're so tight, what a fucking tight cunt, so good, babyâ Chan whimpered, you were deliciously tight for him which made him feel divine, finally everything he had sighed about so many nights in frustration, wanting to falsely set limits with you, was just now, fucking you hard.
âFu-, it's huge daddy it hurts but it feels so goodâ you mumbled as you were rammed hard with your voice cracking between each stroke he gave you.
Chan grabbed your arms now, holding you still and doing what he wanted with your body, deliberately pounding you with his big cock, enjoying every inch of you until he reached your cervix hitting it hard. He stretched your body, pulling it together with his, making the thrusts deeper, almost vigorously moving your guts, feeling the bulge of his cock protrude into your belly; Chan wrapped his right arm around your chest and neck, headlocking you softly, while his left hand went down to your clitoris, caressing, you trembled and moaned at the same time, you were losing strength as you were extremely filled with pleasure and literally filled, physically by Chan's cock, you saw his glowing big arm wrap around you, smelling his sweet scent as he gently brushed your chin, he put his head close to your ear and whispered dominant:
âLook how I fuck you, huh, is that how you like it little slut?â
You gasped breathlessly, and looked up to see your humiliatingly weak body and your expression of pleasure in the mirror, ecstatic at your insides being destroyed. Chan was also beginning to tremble, he was so empowered but at the same time weak, he had cum intensely before and your walls were sucking his cock heavenly; so in one swift movement, he sat down on the couch, without getting out of you, giving you a better sensation of his balls rubbing against your pussy and his smooth, marked skin of his abs touching your back; you whimpered at the sudden motion, as your buttocks were still sensitive, Chan continued to hold you by the neck, ramming you hard bringing him closer and closer to his glorious second orgasm. Once again he stroked your sensitive spot on your pussy and positioned his face next to yours, so you heard every hot and needy whimper of your secret lover, every sigh and exasperated moan, being music to your ears.
âLook at you, taking my cock so well into that soaked tight pussy, don't you love when daddy fucks you hard, sweetie?â
You gasped raggedly, âYes, daddy, I love itâ, but your body quivered harder, finally so close to your orgasm.
âFitting my cock in your tight hole like a fucking slut, god, you feel so goodâ Chan whimpered at the sensation of his swollen cock shrinking, struggling to enter you fully, destroying you so heavenly, while Chan held back the urge to kiss you dirtyly.
He accelerated his movements, both of on your clitoris and his thrusts, lifting his hips harder, pounding you hard.
âOh, daddy, I'm going to cum, can I cum?â you whimpered shuddering almost on the edge, you had held back so many orgasms you were about to burst.
âGo ahead princess, cum on my cock, isn't that what you always wanted?â
Chan groaned, smelling strongly the scent of your hair and moved his arm, now only to his hand, placed on your neck and beginning to choke you. You felt his strong grip, shortness of breath and your heart pounding intensely as your pussy kept being rammed, you brought your hands to his at your neck, feeling every exalted vein of his bony upper limb with your sight blurring completely, you whimpered loudly for the last time and unloaded into him, relaxing the tension in your muscles and releasing all your sweet cum.
âFuckâ grunted Chan as he became aware of your warm cum wrapping around his dick, and his grip on you gradually became less tight, âI'm gonna fucking cum inside of you, babygirl, oh, fuck, fuckâ he whined and he continued ramming you until he cummed hard inside of you.
You drop your completely tired and yielding body on Chan's chest, both of you with heaving breaths. Chan lift you up a little from his length to witness the obscene scene of your tired cunt and wide open hole with his cock inside, so needy and twitching while spilling out your sweet cum coating his cock, sliding down reaching his balls. He smiled incredulously and proudly, after he promised himself that he wouldn't touch his friend's beloved daughterâŠ
âFuck, babygirl, that was greatâ commented Chan breathlessly with a sweeter tone as he gently fondled your breasts, âCome here and kiss meâ he asked sweetly.
You were shaken, your vision blurred and throbbing from such an intense orgasm, yet you gave your all to turn your body and join your lips with Chan's, you loved being fucked by him, but all the time you missed the feel of his soft lips. Chan kissed you sweetly, playing with your nipples, an act of which if he kept doing there was no doubt you could become aroused again.
âMaybe next time I'll fuck you gentler, okay? Forgive me if I was too rough, princess, was I?â he whispered tenderly, softening his gaze to a cuter one in seconds.
You softly denied looking at him tenderly, âNo, daddy, I loved it⊠but I would also love it if you fuck me gently next timeâ you smiled shyly at him.
Chan found your tired face adorable, your cheeks red, still so flustered trying to calm you down, he smiled back and released your tits to let his hands rest on your thighs, caressing them and placed a soft sounding kiss on your shoulder and said:
âDo you want to stay on my cock for a while orâŠ?â
âOh, I'm sorryâ you interrupted him opening your eyes in surprise not realizing that maybe he wanted to be done, which he laughed softly at your reaction, narrowing his eyes and stretching his nose a little.
However that wasn't his intention, Chan didn't care, he also refused to get out of you, to feel you from him, he just wanted to know if you would stay longer to get into his totally tender mode and not get hard inside you.
âYou want me to clean you up? Geez you've made a mess, beautiful.â
You denied again embarrassed.
âNo, no, can I go to the bathroom?â
âYou'll clean yourself up like a big girlâ he continued playfully.
To which you provocatively and innocently replied, âYes, may I daddy?â
Chan let out a giggle and nodded, stroking your back, âWould you like some dinner, princess? It's late, will you stay here?â
You nodded blushing, âYes that's fine and⊠I guess I can say I went to stay with a friend.â
Chan smiled, âWon't it be very suspicious that we left together and absent at the same time?â
âLike if my dad would careâ you replied, a little annoyed.
âI think he will mind if he finds out that it's me corrupting his sweet daughterâŠâ snapped Chan.
You moved closer to his face and with a big mischievous smile you whispered, "Then let's always keep it a secret" you kissed him quickly.
That caused a reaction in Chan, again you and your subtle seduction games but you stood up, sliding his cock one last time and it falling gracefully again close to its owner, causing him to let out a soft moan as he still saw how soaked both sexes were joined together.
âWhere is the bathroomâŠ?â you asked, uncomfortable, looking for your clothes to cover yourself as you didn't want to walk around naked like one without shame.
He watched you tenderly as he noticed you, âDown this hallway to the bottom rightâ he answered you, reaching down to get his blue shirt, âHere, babygirl, put it on.â
You smiled shyly at him and put on his shirt of which was of little helpless as your body was see-through in it, he looked at you more tenderly as he saw how huge it looked on you and you walked shyly to the bathroom.
Chan got up, cleaned up and tidied the mess a bit, ordered dinner and tried to find something comfortable for you⊠but none of his clothes weren't going to fit you. You came out of the bathroom and looked for Chan until you found him near the TV in his living room trying to put something on, looking like a real dad looking for what to watch on TV, you approached him with a smile and hugged him to which he immediately reciprocated.
âI tried to find something for you, but I don't think my clothes fit you, but don't worry beautiful, I put your underwear in the washer so you'll be comfortable.â
You lifted your face and looked at him sweetly, âI guess I have to stay like this, with nothing in my pussy for a whileâ you commented, playfully.
âIt doesn't have to be so alone, your pussy if that's what you wantâ Chan whispered, sliding his hand suddenly and with his fingertips caressing your exposed folds.
You moaned, your eyes began to darken and your pupils to dilate. Chan let out a giggle and withdrew his hand, he was just teasing you a little.
âI ordered us sushi, okay? Wanna watch a movie?â he said still with a slightly teasing expression, to place a soft kiss on your forehead.
But Chan knew damn well you'd never end up paying attention to the stupid movie anyway, he still wanted you so bad.
âËâč⥠bonus imagine:
Video you take of your new secret lover, in your hidden encounters in his apartment; him looking so relaxed and handsome in his black sleeveless shirt as the two of you make out passionately, waiting for the situation to escalate to something more fiery, exciting you so slowly and exquisitely as you feel his lips, but suddenly an important call interrupts you, Chan has to take it, telling you that all his attention will be on you in an instant, so fast as soon as he finishes an important issue and he turns on the bed to grab his phone so he stays positioned with his abdomen pressed against the bed. You frustrated and a little annoyed you get up from the bed and grab your phone which is on the other side of the room, but you came across a Chan so tender and focused on what he was doing so you couldn't help but take a video of him, to which he promptly notices and reacts in a sweet way.
(i had to made it a gif cause the video glitched the post)
The kind of selfies he sends you when you're not together because he had to go back to his city, followed by a: I miss you so much
I've been thinking about you so much, I can't wait to see you on friday, my princessâ€ïž
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all you need is more radaway
save a horse. ride a cowboy. ;)
anyways i really loved the tv show and i love the game. and ghouls are just chef's kiss. or maybe that's because i love monsters. sad that i finished it so quickly. :(
perhaps i can put what i learned in my western class to good use lol
character: cooper howard aka. the ghoul
it's never easy surviving the wasteland. you don't know how you managed to survive for this long. perhaps because you seemed to have been blessed with incredible luck.
and building up endurance, of course.
you felt little to no side effects from the radiation of the food you were eating. which just meant you had a lot of radaway and rad-x stocked up.
to make ends meet, though, you had to start hunting. scavenging and scrapping by wasn't enough. you needed the extra caps.
thus your rivalry with another bounty hunter was born.
"well, well. aren't you far from home, sweetheart?"
you were used to comments about your outfit. a vault suit. yes, you came from one. you had been exiled after your father was revealed to be managing the experiment behind it. the child pays for the sins of the father always.
"you're not the first and you won't be the last." you pull the head off the body as clean as possible.
"now i don't know if you should do that."
"and why not?"
a bullet flies past you and burrows itself into the ground. you finally look up. a cowboy hat. the face of a ghoul. his gun pointing right at you.
but you weren't afraid.
"because he's my target." he pulls out a piece of paper. "and he's mine."
"seems unfair if i did all the work. and you just collect his head and the prize." you pull out the same piece of paper. yours is a little more worn out though. and covered in dried blood.
"that's the way of the wasteland sweetheart."
"if you believe so."
your hands were fast. two bullets lodged into his right left and when he looks up, you're gone.
of course, you learned from the best: western holotapes. you really liked them when you were growing up. claimed to want to be a lone hero.
in some ways, you were. the wasteland was just a new version of the wild west, wasn't it?
"spaghetti? like...the pasta?"
more like spaghetti western. he knew that, of course. but no one in the wasteland knew what a spaghetti western was. they were remnants of a past long gone and one only accessible by holotapes in the vaults.
"that's their name." the person says. "why? you have business with them?"
"perhaps." the ghoul was looking to return a favor.
"don't even try. they're far more formidable than you think."
"we'll see about that."
your rivalry was an exchange of bullets, more often than not. thankfully, you always stocked up on bloodbags and could make a stimpack from your heavy (but useful) travel chemistry kit. you were smart like that.
surprisingly, it became something to look forward. mostly because the ghoul preferred if he tried killing you, so he managed to get you out of a tough situation by killing the other people trying to kill you.
and you returned the favor. there was something satisfying about lodging a bullet into him again.
unfortunately, this left you two stuck on a job once. captured by raiders. you had been knocked out with a drug. and he had collapsed from...something.
"fuck." you mutter, pulling at the ropes binding you. your luck had run out for the day it seems, because your arms were tied to the ghoul's around this godforsaken pole. the metal was also uncomfortably rubbing up against your skin.
"you got a knife or anything sharp?" he looks over at you. it's rare to see him without his cowboy hat. his head was rather smooth.
you chuckle a little.
"something funny?" the ghoul asks.
"nothing. you're just...shaped like an egg."
"very funny."
"let me guess. your answer is no?"
"i don't have a knife up my sleeve, sadly. think they took it."
"shame." the ghoul shimmies something out of his own sleeve. he flicks the blade out and begins sawing at the rope. "watch your fingers."
you keep your fingers tucked in. eventually, the rope on your wrists comes undone and one arm soon after. the rest comes off and you rub your skin. "fuck these guys. always hated raiders."
"well, we both got sold out. we need to find that thing now. or else we'll be dead by sunrise." he tugs on the door of the jail cell and clicks his tongue.
"i don't have sharp objects. but i do have these." you pull out the bobby pin taped on the inside of your sleeve, alongside a mini screwdriver.
the lock wasn't very complicated, so you picked it with ease.
as you both are grabbing your equipment, you hear footsteps up above. light ones and heavier ones. and the sound of a muffled, altered, robotic voice.
the brotherhood of steel was worse than raiders, honestly.
"you go left, i go right. how does that sound?"
"i don't usually like taking orders from my rivals." he reloads his gun. "but for you? sure."
the event left the both of you soaked in the blood of your enemies. on the other hand, you guys left with plenty of loot and an idea of where your target was: dead. at the bottom of a lake.
it was a journey to get there, wherein you learned the details of each other's lives. you didn't think he was paying much attention to your sentences. after all, you came from a vault.
and yet, you saw a hint of sympathy in his eyes.
he seemed less keen on sharing details about his life, aside from his former name. cooper howard.
undeniably, as a fan of westerns, you recognized his names. from the holotapes.
"they had those?" cooper shakes his head, taking sips of water. "no way."
"yes way! it's where i learned to shoot."
"from watching my movies?"
"yes!"
"that is...a pleasant surprise." cooper leans back.
"that also makes you over 200 years old."
"that it does. something wrong with that?"
"no. the wasteland changes people." you maintain your attention to your suit, sewing a tear up. "just...you're looking for something, aren't you? everyone's always looking for something up here."
"are you looking for something?" his voice hardens and he sits up straight.
"i was. and then i found it. and i stopped." you tie the thread to seal the stitch and then tear the thread with your teeth. "i hope you find what you're looking for though."
"well, that's awfully kind of you, sweetheart."
"i have a name, you know."
"what is it?"
"(y/n)."
getting personal in the wasteland was something cooper wasn't adamant about. but the circumstances seems to call for it.
"guess we're even now."
the body of water was daunting. it was murky and dark. you pursed your lips and dumped your bag. "well. guess we have no choice."
cooper looks over at you then quickly turns around when he sees what you're doing: taking off your suit and going down to your underwear. "what are you doing?"
"i'm going to go get that head. that's how we get paid, right? easy three thousand caps. 15 hundred split evenly." you stretch.
"i think you might die."
"i'll be fine. i've done it before." Aquaperson perk.
"i can also swim, you know."
"i'll be fine cooper." you pop a rad-x pill just in case. "be back in a bit."
you dive like a swan, making minimal splash into the water. your form disappears beneath the darkness.
you're gone beneath the water for over an hour. cooper's heart was beating against his rib cage. you should be out by now. it should not be that hard. did something get you? things lurked beneath the murky waters always.
"fuck!"
he drops his equipment and begins stripping down, until he is just in his pants. he would need to dive after you. if you were dead, then so be it. it was fun while it lasted.
suddenly, you emerge. you take in the oxygen of the surface and hold the head up high. "got 'em." you swim over to the shore and walk out of the water.
there was something about how...wet you were that got him feeling hot and bothered.
"something happen down there?"
"couple of mirelurks. no big deal. which reminds me." you set the head on the ground and go back into the water. within minutes, you're pulling out the bodies of the mirelurks you had killed. "dinner."
while cutting the mirelurks open, you observe the way he walks around you. his muscles bulging a little as he cuts a mirelurk open and takes the meat. he was kind of...attractive?
"were you going to come after me?" he stops cutting hearing your question. "in the water, i mean."
"so what if i did?" cooper averts his eyes.
"that's sweet of you. i didn't know you had a soft spot for me."
"i don't."
"sure." you can tell he was lying through his teeth.
dinner was a nice, cozy meal. it was delicious. a nice surprise considering the nature of the wasteland.
cooper notices the way you're looking at him. and he looks at you the same way.
though how does this work exactly?
"do you want to..." you try to find a decent way to say this. fuck is a good term. but it felt a little vulgar in the moment.
cooper already knows what you're asking. "absolutely. if you can handle it." he smirks.
it's so cute when he smirks.
you glance over at your bag, looking at your stash of radaway. you had plenty. plus your stash of rad-x too.
"i absolutely can."
#def not my best work#fallout#fallout tv series#fallout prime#the ghoul#cooper howard#the ghoul x reader#cooper howard x reader#x reader#male reader#female reader#gender neutral reader
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Seduced By the Bad Boy
SUMMARYÂ |Â Your so-called 'Bad Boy' best friend Wooyoung catches you looking at adult toys after taking a nap beside you.
PAIRINGSÂ |Â Wooyoung x Reader
RATING | Mature, NSFW, EXPLICIT, MDNI, 18+
GENRE |Â BestFriend!Wooyoung, BestFriend!Reader, chubby!Reader, college au, non-idol au, smut, friends to lovers. bad boy trope
CONTENT/WARNINGSÂ |Â profanity/strong language, filthy dirty thoughts, unprotected sex (wrap it up yaâll!), fingering, oral sex (f. receiving/m. giving), dirty talk, praise kink, pet names, creampies
LENGTHÂ |Â Â 5,280 words
TAGLIST | @jjoongstar
NETWORKS | @illusionnet @atzhouse @cromernet @wonderlandnet
@ksmutsociety @k-vanity @othersideoutlawsnetwork
AUTHORâS NOTEÂ |Â It's finally finished. Thank god. Thank you @rems-writing for suggesting a bratty bad boy trope and thank you to these lovely folks @shadowkoo @beomcoups @inkchwe @kwanisms for the sprinting sessions. I would never have finished this without that lol.
I hope you all like it. Lots of love đ
"Y/N!" Wooyoung called out as he barged into your apartment, throwing his bag on the ground. "Where are you!?"
You let out a frustrated sigh as you looked away from your phone to find Wooyoung knocking on your door before barging into your room and sitting next to you on your bed. You held back an eye roll but smirked, putting your phone down.
"What's the point of knocking on the door if you don't even give me a chance to respond?" You chuckled as he crawled next to you and collapsed against the pillow with a huff. Wooyoung groaned while laughing and leaned over to push at your knee playfully.Â
"I wouldn't have to barge in if you responded faster, but you're slow and I got shit to do," he mumbled, grabbing the extra pillow and tucking it under his chin while holding his head up. You glanced over to find his eyes were already set on you, but that's nothing new. The two of you have a very, odd, relationship and have no shame.
"And by shit to do, you mean school and fucking?" You rolled your eyes when Wooyoung scoffed, amused and grabbed a loose piece of lint and threw it at him. "Speaking of, how's that thing between you and that girl, Jinhee?"
"Don't tell me you're actually interested in what's happening to me and a girl," Wooyoung made a gross face, which you also had an identical one. You scrunched up your nose and shook your head and then he sat back, eyes narrowed and pursed lips as if he were thinking very hard. "Is Y/N into women now? Does she want a threeâ"
"Fuck off, Woo," you hissed, cutting him off with a glare. Wooyoung only laughed while placing his hand on his heart and pulling out his puppy eyes. "We both know you only come over when you want to cuddle or rant or get tips on fucking."Â
You waved your hands towards yourself, scoffing when he puckered his lips out for attention. You gently pushed him back by his forehead, but it did little to his antics as he was leaning in the opposite direction and fell flat against the pillows. You turned around to see his chest moving rapidly up and down as a breathy, high-pitched laugh rang in his voice, making you smirk.
When you first met Wooyoung back in high school, you were instantly friends as your personalities were alike. Well, you had more common sense than him. It was only later in the years did you finally understand what Wooyoung was and what his habits were about. He categorizes everyone in his life into two groups: women he's involved with, and you. The relationship between you and Wooyoung confuses you even to this day, because there is literally no romantic feelings. And that's the part that's confusing about your relationship, because he openly flaunts how much he loves to make out with random girls at parties, but yet... you get the affection that the rest of the girls wanted to receive, minus the sex.
There was that one girl who lasted the longest, which is roughly like a few months. Everyone thought it was love and it made sense why it lasted, because it seemed like it. The couple's relationship seemed to blossom into a romance, with flirting and soft kisses exchanged whenever they were near each other. Wooyoung, in particular, seemed to soften and become calmer. But then the jealousy came, and it was all downhill from there.
Nowadays, it was rare that there was someone that caught his eyes long enough, and when it did, the girls lasted no longer than three to four weeks. The girls get possessive over him and when they found out that he was best friends with you, they suddenly despised you. Wooyoung is typically unbothered by this, as you don't interfere in his personal life, and it doesn't usually bother you either. But on rare occasions, you'd get that sad call where Wooyoung would mumble over the phone about missing you, even though he saw you the day before, and how he was sorry. Those occasions were when you'd comfort him from a distance, too afraid to cross the invisible line that both of you were the only one's who knew were there. So as much as you hated the flaunting and the girls who wanted your head on a pike, you played nice and continued with the façade.
"Don't touch me," you muttered as you squished your side against the wall, which was pretty useless because soon Wooyoung's torso was plopped over you with his fingers wiggling between you and the wall.
"Hey, this is the best way to cuddle. Let me feel you," Wooyoung whined while pressing his cheek onto yours and held onto you tighter. "Mhmm, I feel so complete now. "
"What am I? Your teddy bear or something?" You mumbled, still pushing him away from you. He held tight before shuffling to wrap his arm around your stomach and chest and nuzzled into your shoulder.
"Yeah, you're my cuddly Y/N," Wooyoung mumbled, "and we're going to be together forever."Â Â
"Good god, you sound like a psychopathic weirdo right now," you gave up on shoving Wooyoung off and let him take up most of the room and leaned your head on him with a defeated sigh. You slapped his hand away when he was squeezing your soft body. "Is that why you come over? To squeeze my fat?"
"How many times do I have to say you're not fat? You have the perfect amount of cushion, especially here..." You couldn't see, but you felt the smile on Wooyoung's mouth and immediately shivered when you felt his finger and thumb squeeze the flabby fat on the side of your waist. You whipped around to smack his hands away, his high pitched laughter ringing in your ears when you turned. "C'mon, I was complimenting you! How would I live without my stress toy? I have needs and you help fulfill them."
"Get the fuck out of my apartment, Jung Wooyoung," you slapped his hands and hid your waist from his reaching hands. He was pouting and rubbing his hands. "That's what you get."
"Fine, I'm done squeezing the hell out of you," Wooyoung laughed, making a few breathy noises and nodded along before smashing himself into you again. He wrapped his arms around you before falling back onto the bed with a groan. His limbs were sprawled around you and he kept shifting until he could hug you tightly.
You rolled your eyes as you gently heard his soft snoring for a few minutes. You decided to browse online and maybe do some online shopping, especially now that there were sales and discounts for the season. You didn't think much about browsing your favorite adult toys, so you thought why not? You haven't had much action lately and would rather not rely on your imagination and your hands. It'd been quite a while since you had something to spice up your alone time and with the adult money you're saving by living by yourself, you can buy things like these for yourself.
A few clicks into browsing around, the feeling of someone else being with you while shopping online for adult sex toys is a little uncomfortable and awkward, not to mention a bit embarrassing. You glanced next to you, hoping that Wooyoung was sleeping deeply enough so he can't see what's currently happening on the screen. Thankfully he was drooling on his pillow with an obnoxious open mouth snore that signaled that he was knocked out. You let out a soft sigh before returning your attention to the screen and continued browsing around the pages of the familiar site. You did come across the item you were interested in and the 25% off and the 50% off discount did sound appealing to your eyes. Not that your items cost a lot of money, but why not buy it for cheaper? You've been meaning to try out some edgier stuff that'll add a little bit more intensity when you were having 'me time'.
Wooyoung moaned lightly from his slumber before nudging his head to fit in your hair better. You turned your head around and found his cheek now pushing against your temple as you could literally hear him breathing and how his chest vibrated with each exhale. Wooyoung's presence was oddly soothing, you will admit, but there were times where he really annoyed you and was a complete menace to you. However, at times like this where your body fits right with him, his warmth providing a bit of relaxation after the exhausting days, it felt nice, as odd as it sounds, having Wooyoung snuggle in your bed with you.
Your gaze followed a strand of his hair that was sticking to his forehead and you gently brushed it back as well, smiling fondly. Wooyoung grunted a bit in his sleep and a pout formed on his face. The strands you tried to brush away were falling over his eyebrows and again, so you took hold of another. His hair was surprisingly soft when it wasn't stiff with his gel and hair spray. Wooyoung hates when you ruin his 'modern' look so that's why he keeps it styled up and almost never lets his hair down, not even when he sleeps over. So you couldn't resist but comb back his hair once more, making his hair even more disheveled. You patted down the edges a little bit before deciding it's enough and went back to browsing on your phone.
"Mmm," you hummed softly, a smile slowly etched on your face as you eyed the details and prices of your ideal wand vibrator. The first impression didn't look too bad and the prices were even better; 70% off for a limited time. You could grab yourself a new set of lingerie for yourself as a celebration for moving into a new apartment and you haven't indulged yourself in something new and cute in a while, and maybe for some future potential dates.
The problem right now is whether or not you want the red one with the wider head, which will probably get the job done a bit faster...
"Why are you looking at sex toys?" A sleepy mumble whispered in your ear, startling the hell out of you when you found Wooyoung reading over your shoulder. You quickly closed your phone and threw it somewhere behind you. Wooyoung chuckled while dropping his weight on top of you with his whole body and pinned your body down, trapping your arm underneath.
"So I don't end up in your bed, you fucking weirdo," you shoved him with a grumble and felt Wooyoung's face erupt in soft, airy laughs right by your head.
"You know you can just use me," Wooyoung muttered, his voice dropping an octave lower with a raspy tone that came from his post nap state. "I'm sure I'll feel better than a dildo."
You glared at Wooyoung for even bringing it up and of course Wooyoung saw and threw on his smirk. His nose was brushing against the side of your jaw line and he was constantly staring down at the website. You shifted to scoot away from him, not liking the fact that you're talking about him dicking you down like that with no remorse.
"At least with a dildo, I don't have to worry about catching feelings," you rolled your eyes.
"What if I wanted you to catch feelings?" Wooyoung softly asked. The tone of his voice made you bite the inside of your cheek and kept you frozen under him. "What if I wanted to be your good boy and not a bad one for once, just for you? What would you have to say then, huh?"Â
He shuffled closer, his hot breath ghosted over the soft flesh of your lips and down to your neck. The skin to skin contact was intoxicating, especially when his soft hand was running down your waist. You glanced over to see his expression and noticed that he was so close to your face.Â
Too close.
"Are you serious? Are you joking? What game are you playing, Jung Wooyoung?" You glared at him and placed your hand on his shoulders, ready to push him if he tried something.
"Can I not be serious for once?" Wooyoung whispers, his deep brown eyes searched your face and you could feel him analyzing every single feature on your face. Your hand was limp and stayed frozen on his shoulder, not knowing if it wanted to pull him closer or push him far away. His fingers were lightly tracing over the hem of your sweat pants, dipping to run circles over your bare hip, exposed where your shirt had ridden up. "Can't I change for you, the only person who seems to understand me? Can't I be your good boy? Because god knows, it's all I ever want to be."Â
"What if this is another joke?" Your voice sounded more like a plea rather than a question. "There's no way that you would like a girl like me, all soft and chubby." You glanced down at your round stomach and thick thighs to find your chubbiness not too different from a soft cushion.
"You don't even see yourself the way that I do. How do I get that through your skull?" Wooyoung whispered, his hands cupping either side of your cheeks to force you to look at him, which made you involuntarily shiver. You gulped loudly when he pulled away with a serious, straight face. "Y/N, can't I just treat you like what a man should do with a woman that he likes and wants? Can't we go out and actually start something that can actually lead somewhere rather than this confusing friendship? Can you take the next step for us and see if there was something beyond platonic love with me?"
"You know being with me means that you'll have to stop your fuckboy ways, right? The constant fucking, the multiple women, the one-nighters... It means that the two of us would only have each other to love, and that's a big risk," you mumbled out with shaky lips and searched his expression. You swallowed thickly before moving your gaze to his plump, full lips. "Are you ready to give that all up?"
"Do you even realize how crazy I've been over you? How I've always followed you around like a little duckling, showering you with affection because I didn't know how else to handle my growing feelings? That even when I sleep with other people, I can never get you out of my mind and always think about what could have been?" Wooyoung's voice rose in a quiet rant as he took your hand and placed it on his neck, guiding it to where his pulse throbbed visibly. You watched your hands intently, seeing the slight bob of his Adam's apple before his fingers left yours, leaving your hand flat and steady on the warm skin.
You stared at his darkening, chocolate colored eyes that were lit with something that made your tummy twist. Your voice was small and barely audible when your other hand slipped up his shoulder and around his neck, grabbing onto the short, black hair at the base of his hairline."What about all the girls that are out there, waiting for a sliver of your attention and love?"
"Don't you know I'd do anything for you?" His breath was hot against the skin of your lips.Â
"Yeah? Like what?" You leaned closer, the tip of your nose brushed over the tips of his. You shuddered in anticipation as you kept your eyes on his lips.
"Iâd give everything up just for you. Do anything just to prove myself to you. Worship the fucking ground you walk on and put the moon and stars up for you because you fucking deserve everything I could possibly give. Because you're beautiful, no, magnificent," his head tilted closer, his lips were now mere inches apart. You could feel his lips ghosting over yours, sending soft, butterfly kisses. "I'd let you destroy me. Let you take every last bit of me because I'd happily surrender to you. So please, let me be a good boy for you and show you how much I've craved you."
You couldn't wait any longer. Gathering all your courage, you closed the distance between the two of you, capturing his lips with your own. Eyes fluttering shut, you reveled in the sensation of his soft, silky skin against yours. You released a guttural moan at the feeling, your fingers tugging Wooyoung down against you by the base of his scalp. One hand kept its firm grip in his hair as the other squeezed around his neck.
Your senses were invaded as Wooyoung turned into putty with a soft moan as he kissed you like there's no tomorrow. His body was fully pressed against yours, both knees on either side of your hips and elbows were digging into your plush mattress. His soft moaning sounds turned into groans when he suddenly tilted his head to the side to press closer into the kiss. One soft hand ran up to your face to gently caress the cheek, and you felt your insides turning to mush at the soft touch. There was a part of you that always wanted Wooyoung, but the idea of your friendship meant the risk wasn't worth it. But now...
Wooyoung rolled onto his back, dragging you up with him as he wrapped his arms around your middle, hugging you tight and making you straddle his lap. The sound of a whine filled the air when he stopped to rest his forehead against yours, a shaky chuckle reverberated in between your connected lips. You sat back slightly, your fingers grasping the hems of your oversized shirt and pulling it over your head. Your skin heated under his wandering eyes. You pressed your hips down against Wooyoung and grinned when a sharp gasp broke the silence in the air and his hands grabbed at your ass, pressing your clothed cunt hard against his groin.
You moved forward and gave soft kitten licks to the plushness of Wooyoung's lips. "You're really gonna be my good boy?"
"Will you have me?" His whisper sent another spark to your lower half and you pressed yourself closer with another roll of your hips, smiling at his choked off grunt. He nipped at the flesh of your lower lip and you opened your mouth to his awaiting, warm tongue.
"Can you even handle a chubby girl like me?" You sucked on the slick, wet tongue with a soft moan that melted into a chuckle when he took that moment to grab your breasts in his soft hands, cupping and fondling your perky nipples.
"Baby girl, there is no one that I would rather worship," he chuckled as his hands explored your skin and body, setting your insides and soul on fire as you returned each of his touches and affections. Wooyoung switched positions once again so you're flat on your back, his hands brushing against the hem of your sweatpants. "May I have the pleasure of worshiping your body? Lick every inch of your gorgeous, voluptuous, plush body until my name is all your pretty lips can remember? Please, may I be good for you?"
"Yes, you may," you nodded, watching the smirk stretch across his swollen lips as he dragged the remaining clothing down the length of your legs, throwing them somewhere over his shoulders before running his hands up your body.
And then Wooyoung ate.
Oh how he ate you up like a starved man.
With his wicked hands and sinful tongue, you're sure this is your hell and your heaven. The man has made you feel ways that you're pretty sure should be illegal. Wooyoung is currently below, his tongue drawing pretty patterns and kitten licks between the seam of your soaked core.
"Fuck, Wooyoung. It feels so good," you couldn't keep your praise at a reasonable level when Wooyoung started to pick up the pace of his licks. The fingers from your left hand were fisting into his long hair, holding him in between your thick thighs. "How do I taste?"
"Sweetest damn thing in this entire world," Wooyoung responds when he looks up at you. His brown orbs were turned dark with lust. His wet lips were swollen and shining with your sweet slick. His black, longer hair was now completely falling and framing his flushed face. "Are you going to cum for me, baby girl? Squeeze these delicious thighs around my face."
He dived back to continue feasting on your sweetness with a soft hum vibrating over your pussy lips. You whimpered at the feeling of his tongue diving between the lips. With one hand he spread your dripping lips further with his fingers, showing the soft nub and dove in. You gripped tighter into his hair and buckled your hips. You cried out his name with a curse when you felt the pad of his index finger starting to rub light circles onto your throbbing clit. It sent shockwaves through your lower tummy and made your muscles contract, your pussy spasming against the warmth.
It took only a few more strokes against your clit with his skilled tongue for you to fall apart. A scream caught in the back of your throat as your climax washed over you. Your thighs instinctively squeezed together, smothering the man in between your thighs.
You looked down and caught Wooyoung smiling when his index finger continued to massage tight, small circles, helping you ride your high. A burst of pride rose through your chest at the sight, and you're pretty sure you wanted to keep this sight for the rest of your life, and possibly for forever. You're hooked and you knew you had fallen even harder.
As soon as the waves had slowly subsided, you uncrossed your thighs and pulled at him to move up, causing him to give a small chuckle as he shuffled to sit in between your hips.
"Someone is eager for more," Wooyoung teased.
"Oh shut the hell up and get to kissing me before I change my mind," you sat up as he moved towards your lips. As he sealed his soft lips on top of yours again, you took the time to push up his shirt and pushed him back. Wooyoung smiled around the kiss and bit your lower lip before sitting back a bit, hands still resting around your waist. He smirked as he helped take off the material and once his chest was bare, you were back on each other.
You were slightly surprised when you suddenly found yourself with your back hitting the soft mattress underneath your body. "Get naked, Wooyoung. I can't be the only one here."
"Be patient, sweetheart," he hushed and your fingers quickly reached for his pants and dragged them down his thighs. He moved off of you as you continued to work the fabric off the curve of his ass, tossing the clothes somewhere behind him.Â
"Condom?" He whispers once he's fully naked and settles on his knees between the meaty skin of your thighs. He brushes back his hair and takes your body in once more. Wooyoung rested a strong hand against your hip and began rubbing tight circles against the skin.
"Don't need one," you pulled his neck down, arms wrapping around his neck in a hug. "I'm on birth control. I'm ready for you. I want you. Now fuck me, Jung Wooyoung."
"Who am I to deny a pretty thing like you what you want?" Wooyoung scooted closer, his soft hand traveled lower to push your thighs further open. His dick is aligned, pushing through your slick folds, grazing the bundle of nerves on your slit.
"Fuck, Wooyoung. Why are you teasing me right now?" You whimpered when the tip brushed against your entrance before pulling back again."Please hurry the fuck up and just stick it in me."
"What was that, baby girl?" Wooyoung asked.
"Fuck. Just fuck me, please. I need you," you whispered. Wooyoung grabbed your face and guided you into a harsh, sloppy kiss, smothering and squishing his lips into yours. At the same time, he pushes in his hips and pulls you against him. His cock fills and stretches your hole and you gasped against his mouth, trying to breathe and find any other noise to make in your state of bliss. "Holy, fucking fuck."
Wooyoung smirked along your lips and thrust his hips forward until he's fully seated. You moaned at the feel of his cock buried into you. He fit like a puzzle piece, like he was meant to be there and there alone.Â
He felt perfect.
"Feels so fucking good, baby girl," Wooyoung grunts as his head fell into the crook of your neck. "Do you want it to be gentle? Do you want it to be rough? You gotta speak up or else I don't know."
"Right now? I just want you. Just move," you threaded a hand through his black hair and gave his hair a tug, causing him to growl. Wooyoung moved slowly, making sure his dick rubbed along each spongy, wet and throbbing spot in your walls. "Oh fuck. Right there."
"Goddamn, baby girl," Wooyoung half grumbles, half groans, into your neck. "Tell me how you're feeling. Better than what a toy can do?"
"Fuck you," you let out a soft whimper, your eyes closed tightly. "Yes, okay. Fuck. You feel so much better than a shitty toy. You're perfect. Everything about you is. Fuck. That spot. Fucking god, that spot. Don't stop please, oh holy fucking shit."
"Yeah?" Wooyoung brought his thumb to run smooth circles over your clit again, pressing his hand firmly over your navel. "Let me hear you, Y/N. Tell me I'm your good boy. Say my fucking name. That's all I ask."
"You have no idea, how many times I have dreamt this, wishing that you would notice how fucking whipped I am for you." Wooyoung slowed down a bit, fucking slow, deep and hard into your tight and wet core. The build-up is slowly beginning to fill the pit of your tummy. "Fuck, look at the way I slide inside you, Y/N. My dick was made to fill you up. Look how perfectly you are sucking me in."
"Fuck," a curse ripped from your mouth, a drawn-out moan followed close behind as his cock repeatedly thrusted into you. "You feel so good, Wooyoung."
Your hand flies down and grasps on to his toned biceps, his body hovering above yours. Your fingers dig into the skin.Â
He picks up his pace, his thighs tensing at the strength in his powerful hips as he drives into you, his breathing turning heavy as he kisses the top of your nose. "Yes, keep your thighs up. Your body is gorgeous and the noises are driving me crazy. I could just spend the entire damn day fucking you and drinking every single last drop of your moans and cries. Fuck. Shit. Yeah, squeeze around me baby, that's fucking amazing."
Wooyoung rolls onto his back with a moan, pulling you up onto his lap as the head of his length presses snuggly into that sweet spot that causes your toes to curl. You lean back, legs spread as his soft, muscular legs support your weight while you balance. Your body shuddered, legs shaking while his hands took the opportunity to grasp at the cheeks of your ass.
Your breath hitched at the new angle that hit different spots in you. "Holy shit, Wooyoung."
You rose and fell and moved in sync together. Wooyoung helps move your body as if you weigh nothing, moaning when the head rubs against the inner part of your cunt. You slammed your hips down, over and over. You threw your head back and squealed at the amazing feeling, squeezing around his length that's buried deep.
"Keep bouncing baby. Fucking bounce on my cock. Come on baby, don't stop." Wooyoung groaned from below you, his grip on your ass tightened. His hand roams from the plump skin of your ass down the curves of your back. "Come for me, Y/N. You're gonna make a mess all over my dick, aren't you? Make me feel like I'm the luckiest motherfucker to make you cum over and over and over. Better than a fucking toy that's for sure."
"Shit, Wooyoung," One hand clamped around his knee while the other grabbed at his arm that was still squeezing your ass. "Cum in me, Wooyoung. Please. Cum in me."
"Hell yes, I'm close too, sweetheart," Wooyoung was picking you back up and bringing you back down in time with his upward thrusts. "Ride my cock. Ride me like your toy. Ride me till you've reached the point where you don't know how you still live without me. Use me like your own goddamn dildo."
You whimpered at his words and threw yourself forward, leaning your body against the hot, broad expanse of his chest and wrapped your arms around his head. "You're going to be my personal toy? Use you whenever, wherever?"
"Yes, oh fuck," Wooyoung's voice rose and pitched higher in an octave. "Babe, I'm gonna-"
"Give it to me. Fucking give it to me please." You muttered.
"Fuck, I love you," Wooyoung slammed in and the two of you came. You buried your face into his neck as his orgasm racked both of your bodies. He shot his hot, sticky load inside you, his cock was twitching against the tight walls as his body was quivering, tensed and curled around yours.
He nuzzles your neck with a breathy smile. Your thighs were trembling and your insides were twitching, and it feels like it's neverending. You moaned his name as another wave passed through, your walls fluttering around his spent dick. Your body went slack as soon as the contractions passed and Wooyoung pulled out, helping you down against the pillows beside him. The two of you just lay there, taking heavy breaths and not really speaking, just trying to regain composure.
You turned your head to see him smile. "I love you too, Wooyoung. Always."
"So the next time you decide to buy some fancy ass dildo, come straight for my dick, babe. Because, hell, a toy can't replace this." He waved his hand along his body with a shit-eating smirk and you laughed, pushing his body lightly and hugging his side.
"Shut up, Wooyoung. Oh my fucking gosh," you couldn't help the laughter that bubbles inside your chest. He laughs beside you and turns on his side, moving in closer, tucking your face into his chest. "Brat."
"But you love this brat," Wooyoung jokes and the laugh gets louder. "Don't forget, Y/N. Anytime and anywhere."
"Silly man," you mumbled and looked up at him and smiled softly. "Well then, don't mind me if I take you up on that offer again."
"This offer doesn't expire,â Wooyoung sneaks a soft kiss, his fingers threading through the messiness of your hair.
And you can only chuckle, before going in for another kiss.
A bad boy. You fell in love with a bratty bad boy. And there was nothing wrong with that.
Because Wooyoung is the perfect type of brat for you.
In life, and especially between the sheets.
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⥠Pairing: Rich Serial Killer!Bang Chan x Fem!Reader
⥠Genre: loosely house on haunted hill inspired, vaguely 1950s au, horror themes, dark romance, smut, dead dove? read the warnings carefully and come to ur own conclusion on what you're willing to read before engaging pls :')
⥠Word Count: 3.9k
⥠Summary: The handsomely wealthy Christopher Bang and his wife are holding an overnight party at the house on Haunted Hill, and the rules are simpleâ stay the entire night, and $100,000 is their guest's to take; but little do the guests know that their hosts don't intend to let them leave.
⥠General Warnings: this is a serial killer au! do not read if you aren't prepared to read about death + murder + blood + injury! (i personally think i kept the descriptions tame and mild but everyone has different opinions so just use ur discretion and don't interact if you think you may be bothered by anything listed !), chan is referred to as chris, reader is very complicit in his crimes, they're a sick and twisted couple i fear!
⥠Smut Warnings: hybristophilia (i.e chan being a killer turns reader on), smut begins with chan talking about killing reader (intended to be strictly roleplay because he knows it excites them, but ur free to read it as him being serious if ur freaky like that lol), heavy usage of pet names (darling, my love, princess, sweetheart, dear), dom/sub dynamics, rough and a lil mean dom!chan, big dick chan because it's hot!, hair pulling, knife kink (but without a knife actually being used), corruption kink (not in the traditional way), tiny bit of nipple play, oral (m rec), facefucking, choking (on cock :) ), dacryphilia, manhandling, mirror sex, unprotected piv, creampie
⥠Notes: welcome to the first of my late kinktober fics ! this fic is loosely inspired by the opening scenes of the 1959 house on haunted hill movie, which is why the setting is vaguely 1950s!, this is the darkest fic i've tried my hand at writing, but i'm also a very big horror fan so writing this was very fun for me even tho it's not the genre i typically write for!
⥠Disclaimer: please read responsibly, and remember that this work is fiction and meant strictly for imaginative fun. the idols used in fics are more accurately faceclaims and personality outlines for imaginary characters, and should not be interpreted as factual representations of existing people.
"Darling, the guests are arriving. You must get ready," your husband, Christopher, emphasizes as he steps into the master bedroom you'll be occupying for the evening.
You're sitting at the room's vanity, all of your hair pulled to one side as you finish drying it after your long, relaxing bath. The scent of lavender bath oil and citrus shampoo linger over youâ scents brought with you from home because you absolutely refuse to use the luxurious room's complimentary soap; no offense intended to the housekeepers who provided it, of course.
You look sweet as ever in your dainty little pastel blue babydoll gown, your robe delicate and sheer, hanging down off your shoulder and bunching at your elbows. You glance at Chris through the vanity mirror as you begin to comb your hair and free it of any leftover tangles, meeting his gaze with a smile.
"What's the rush, my love? Is it not customary to be late to a party?" Chris chuckles as he steps closer, runs his hand over your shoulder and down your spine as he leans down to kiss the top of your head. "Normally I'd agree with you. But this is your party, princess. You should greet your guests."
He's right, of courseâ today is your birthday, and he booked the entire mansion, as well as invited all the guests, at your behest. Christopher is the old money sortâ a millionaire from a long line of millionaires before him. And because of that, your party comes with a fun gimmickâ survive a night in the haunted mansion, and earn an easy hundred thousand dollars.
Assuming each guest successfully lasts until dawn, that's $700,000 for your husband to pay outâ but that's no worry! That's still only chump change to a man as wealthy as Chrisâ and besides all that, no one's going to last until morning anyways; you're certain of that.
Naturally, as having a haunted house party was your idea, the venue was your choiceâ and the eerie mansion that sits lonesome upon Haunted Hill was the perfect pick. You've always found it strikingly beautiful from the outside, dreamed of one day stepping inside and drinking in all its Victorian charm.
It's certainly lived up to your expectationsâ and you're sure Chris will buy it for you if you express to him just how much you adore it; he'd buy you the entire world if you asked him to. For now, it's good enough that he rented it out for your sinister party.
You doubt the mansion is actually hauntedâ you don't put much stock in the stories of ghosts and ghouls that gave this hill its nickname; but it's a fun little tale, and you don't mind playing into it for the sake of a fun time. And it certainly helps make your party's tag line of "survive the night!" more inconspicuous.
"They're all strangers, sweetheartâ I don't think they'll mind if I'm a little late," you tell him with a coy little smile as you set your comb back down on the vanity, satisfied with the condition of your freshly washed hair. He returns your smile with a mischievous one of his own, an amused glint in his eye.
"And remind me, darling, why it is that we've rented this house and invited a bunch of strangers to your party," Chris says as he leans down further, his breath fanning your ear. You giggle, almost innocentlyâ though both of you know you're more than just complicit in his endeavors; you actively fuel them, his sadistic princess.
"You know why, my love," you reply, and to anyone else your smile would seem pure, almost angelicâ but Christopher knows better. He knows that his kills excite youâ perhaps even more than they excite him. He grabs a fist full of your freshly tamed hair, grins at the gasp you let out when he pulls your head back.
"And this is really what you want for your birthday? To see me stick my knife into someone's neck? To have me return to this room covered head to toe in their blood?" he questions as he looms over you now, but the answer is clear as it always is. He sees the way your thighs squeeze together, sees how the desire darkens your eyesâ youâre sick; but thatâs what he loves most about you.
"I could kill you too, you know. Take my knife right along your skin, just like this," he says as he runs a finger over one side of your neck to the other, gentle but purposeful in demonstration. Your breath hitches as you squirm in your seat, unable to turn your eyes away from him as he tightens the grip on your hair.
"But you wouldn't," you breathe, and Chris smiles, sweet and sinister as his eyes narrow at you, just how you like it. "Are you certain, dear? Do you think me incapable?"Â
"I think you love me, as I love you," you answer, eyes starting to water from the sting of his tug on your scalp. "I love that you trust me," he replies as he trails his finger down, over your collarbones and to your chest. His fingers play with the dainty lace of your gown for just a moment before he slides his hand inside, cupping your breast in his large palm.
"I bet you wouldn't even bat a lid if I touched you with my knife here," he continues as he brushes his thumb over your hardening nipple, "you'd actually like it, wouldn't you, my love? Feeling the cold steel here, knowing I could easily cut you if I wanted to?" You whine, try to nod your head though his grip prevents itâ all you can do is answer with a meek "yes" instead.Â
"Speak up, darling. I'm afraid I couldn't hear you," he says with an expectant look that sends a shiver down your spine. Chris indulges your every desire, gives you everything in the world you wantâ so in the moments like these, in which when he asks something of you, you listen.
"Yes! I'd like it!" you answer, as loud and clear as you can bring your voice to be. Chris smiles, the sweet one he always gives you when you listen to him well, with his handsome dimples on displayâ a stark contrast from the darkness in his gaze. He releases his grip on your hair, cups your face and rubs his thumb over your cheek as he kisses you, greedy and deep.Â
You always manage to get him hot; all it takes is a few simple words and that sweet gaze of yours to get him worked upâ always the picture perfect image of innocence, pretty smiles and soft gazes that hide the depravity lingering beneath. So coy and demure, batting your lashes and acting like you donât know at all what he does in the dead of night, acting like it doesnât make your stomach twistâ not with fear, but with desire.
Chris always sees through your actâ he knows you. But he wonât pretend he doesnât like itâ the fun little game you share, where you gasp in faux surprise when he enters the room drenched in a new victim's blood, where your voice trembles and eyes well with tears when he grabs you hard, kisses you deep as the blood coating him transfers to your skin, sharing it with you.
And your answer nowâ whether itâs part of the game, or you truly would like feeling his knife cutting your pristine, unsullied skin, it doesnât matter. He meant it when he said he loves that you trust him; and he loves that you wanted this. That all you wanted for your birthday was this partyâ to see him at his most unleashed, to indulge in the most sinful fun you could share as a couple.Â
You never say what he is out loudâ donât call him a monster, a murderer, or a killer. You always dance around it, play innocent, though itâs obvious enough that you know the truth; and thatâs more than enough for Chris. In fact, he prefers it this way; he likes to pretend heâs ruining your innocence, likes to pretend heâs a corrupting influence in your pure, perfect world, likes to pretend heâs ruining you.
Maybe in a way, he isâ maybe you were a good girl before you found out his secret, maybe catching him in the act changed you, and maybe heâs dragging you down to hell with him by sharing this part of his life with you. Regardless, he loves what you have togetherâ and heâll keep playing this dangerous game with you, even if it ends in both your demise.
You melt into his kiss, as you always doâ his lips, so plump and soft, always feel so perfect when theyâre pressed against yours. You open your mouth for him the moment you feel his tongue swipe across your bottom lip, and he hums pleasantly as he slips his tongue in your mouth. Itâs not the most slow or sensual kiss youâve ever sharedâ rather, itâs needy, passionate and urgent.
Chris smiles at you again when he pulls away, enjoying the sparkle beholden in your eyes as you stare up at him. âOpen your mouth for me, darling,â he says as he runs his thumb over your bottom lip. You do as instructed, the obedient thing you are for him, and he grins as he sticks his thumb inside your mouth.Â
You wrap your lips around his thumb, sucking on it after he rests it against your tongue. âOh, my loveâ you already knew what to do, didnât you? Always know just what I want, yeah?â You hum as you nod, staring up at him oh so enticing and pretty. âYouâll suck my cock just like that, wonât you?â he continues, biting his lip to suppress a laugh when you eagerly nod and hum once more.
He removes his thumb from your mouth with a pop, hurries with undoing his belt and pulling his cock out of his trousers. His cock is mesmerizing, as alwaysâ so long and thick, with pretty veins and a leaking tip; but you arenât given any time to idly sit and admire it. He wraps your hair around his fist, forces you to take his cock in your mouth all at once.
You choke and sputter as his cock presses against the back of your throat, your nose meeting his pubic bone in a flash, the neatly trimmed hair there tickling your skin. You canât pull your head back with his grip forcing you downâ but you wouldnât dream of trying anyways; this is what he wants, and he'll have it.
Eyes watering, you do your best to relax your jaw and throat, to suck him just the way he likes, with your tongue massaging his veins. Itâs a struggle to breathe through your nose, unprepared for his cock as you wereâ and itâs not until your eyes are dimming and head is swimming from the lack of oxygen that he pulls you back to let you take a breath.
Itâs harsh, lungs positively burning as you take deep, heaving breaths. âOh, Iâm sorry, darling. Was that too much for you?â he asks, but his tone lacks its usual sincerity. âChrisââ you cry his name weakly after taking another breath, a few of the stray tears lingering on your lids finally spilling over as you blink.Â
âMy dear,â he cuts you off, forcing his cock past your lips once more, using the leverage of his grip on your hair to once again push your head down on him, making you take his length into your mouth until you choke on it.
âYou werenât going to complain, were you? No, I know you wouldnât do that,â he says, voice wavering ever so slightly, breathier from the pleasure your mouth gives him. âBecause I give you everything you want. Everything I do is for youâ so youâll let me use you, yeah?â
Heâs right again, of courseâ you wouldnât dream of complaining, of depriving him of what he wants from you. And you both know this is far from the limit of what you can take, but as with everything else, he likes when you pretend for him. When you cry and weakly try to protest, half hearted utterances of âtoo much!â or âI can't!â as tears roll down your cheeksâ an act that always leaves him throbbing.
And Chris is good to you, always puts the entire world in the palm of your handsâ so just as he says, youâll thank him by letting him use you however he wants. You canât nod your head, and any word you try to speak would be muffled and indecipherableâ so you allow your jaw to go slack to show him you understand.
âGood, just like that,â he says as you lay your tongue flat, his praise a small kindness before he really lets loose. He easily controls your pace, yanks your hair back until only the tip of his cock remains in your mouth before shoving you back down to the base of it.
You try not to gag and choke, but most attempts go unsuccessful, more tears spilling from your eyes and drool spilling from the corners of your mouth with each full press of his length in your mouth. You canât even feel the sting on your scalp anymoreâ all you can focus on is trying to breathe while he uses your mouth.
But all you can breathe is Chris, and heâs unforgiving in the way he moves you on his cock. You jaw quickly begins to ache, and every low groan that he releases is drowned out by the filthy sounds your mouth and throat create as you swallow around his cock.
He doesnât let up until your vision darkens and blurs again, your nails digging into your own thighs as you try to hold out as long as possible. You gasp when he pulls you off his cock, heart pounding in your chest as the much needed air finally returns to your lungs.
You look up at Chris as he releases his grip on your hair, eyes lidded and hazy. Heâs made a real mess of youâ from the way his fingers have tousled your hair, to your freshly swollen lips, to the saliva that dripped down from your mouth to your chest. Itâs pretty, reallyâ so, so pretty; he almost wants to coo at you.
Instead, he strokes your cheek, offers you a look of faux sympathyâ and youâre much too addled to realize he doesnât mean it. You take the affection regardless of his intent, close your eyes and lean into his touch. You can hear him softly laugh, can easily imagine that smirk he must have on his face right now.Â
âWeâre not done yet, sweetheart,â Chris reminds you as he takes his hand away from your face. He grabs your arm, lifts you up from your chair and quickly turns you around, shoving everything resting on the vanity aside before heâs bending you over it. Your yelp of surprise is weak considering the abuse your throat just suffered, your hands lying flat as he presses you down against the hardwood.Â
Your face smushes against the mirror, and how cold it is in contrast to how hot your face has become nearly makes you jolt. He shoves your panties to the side easily with his fingers, and you can hear him chuckle when you impatiently begin to squirm as he presses his cock against your dripping hole.
âPrincessâ stay still,â he says, and you can tell from his tone alone that itâs much more a demand than it is a request. You mutter a soft apology as you still your hips, and he waits a momentâ waits to see if youâre going to move again before he acts.Â
âPlease,â you whine, make your desire to have his cock filling you up known, but ultimately donât move. With a satisfied grin that you can just barely see on his face from your position against the mirror, he slowly, finally, starts to press his length inside your pussy.
He brings his hands to your hips, holds you as you begin to tremble from the feeling of his cock stretching you out. He doesnât give you time to adjustâ just squeezes your hips in his hands as he starts to fuck you from behind. âOh, Chrisâ fuck,â you gasp, though it quickly becomes a moan.Â
His cock feels so deep in this position, and it has your eyes rolling back with each motion of his hips into yours. âYouâre so fucking wet, fuckââ he groans, his hands gripping you harder as he finds his rhythm. âSqueezing so tightâ feels good, huh, princess? You like it when I fuck you like this?âÂ
âYes, love it! Love you, love your cock, feels so goodââ You cry, high pitched whimpers leaving you now as you try to nod your head, though its position against the mirror doesnât make it easy. Chris groans again before he moves a hand to your hand, threads his fingers through your hair again to pull you back against him.
You reach backwards to support yourself, one of your hands clinging to his shirt while the other holds him behind the neck. âLook at yourself, darling. Look,â he says against your ear, and you focus your eyes on the mirror. You look at Chris through it first, take in the sight of the sweat dripping down his temple and the clench in his jaw as he fucks you.Â
Your eyes travel down, met with the sight of your tits bouncing with each of his thrusts, threatening to spill out of your babydoll gown. Lower still, you watch as he takes his other hand off your hip, slides it past the hem of your gown to find your clit with his fingers. âWant you to watch yourself cum. Donât stop looking,â he tells you, and you whineâ it wonât be easy, but youâll listen; you always do.Â
He lets go of your hair, and is quick to wrap his arm around your body so that you donât fall too far forward. Youâre so wet that his fingers quickly become slick, and it makes his touch lack friction as they slide messily over your clit, but the feeling is still so delicious that you canât complain.Â
Itâs so hard to maintain eye contact with your reflection, hard to prevent your eyes from rolling back whenever he hits your spot with his cock while playing with your clit, but you keep doing your best for him. He can feel you clenching harder as you continue to watch yourself unravel, feels your nails starting to dig into where they hold his neck.
âCâmon, loveâ cum for me, you can do it sweetheart,â Chris urges you, his voice soft and low in your ear. âI will! âm gonnaâ gonna cum for you!â you cry; and though youâd been doing so well, you canât help but let your eyes roll back and close as you finally let go and gush on his cock. If it were a different day, he might scold you for not keeping your eyes open like he told you toâ but it is your birthday today, so heâll let it pass just this once.Â
He pushes you back down onto the vanity as you ride out the last of your orgasm, face once again smushing against the mirror as he grabs your hands and holds them behind your back at the wrists, fucks you rough and deep as he chases his own release. You whimper and tremble, unable to escape the sensitivity you feel, or able to grip anything to ground yourselfâ all you can do is take it.Â
âCanât! Chris, pleaseâ I can't, t-too much, too much!â your voice warbles as you cry, the pleasure you feel overwhelming. âYes you can,â he says as you writhe helplessly in his grasp, your fingers clenching into desperate fists where he holds them against your back. âYou can take it, I know you can.â
Youâre going to cum again, you know itâ he doesnât even have to touch your clit again to get you there, because the tip of his cock is kissing your spot so good that youâre seeing stars. Youâre panting hard, your every breath fogging the mirror, your nails digging into your palms as Chrisâ name leaves you in desperate, broken syllables.Â
Itâs not until youâre finished cumming around him for a second time that his pace finally begins to falterâ he lets go of your wrists, squeezes your hips in his hands and thrusts once, twice more before his own high takes him. You whine as you feel his cum spurt deep inside, hot and sticky, leaving you perfectly full.
Chris takes just a moment to steady his breathing before heâs slipping out of you, hurrying to reach to the ground for the tissue box he previously knocked off the vanity. He grabs a tissue, cleans between your legs as gently as he can, though you still end up flinching just a bit.
He then readjusts your panties so they rest on you properly again, and helps you settle back into the vanityâs chair. He kisses you after tucking his softening length back in his trousers, glances in the mirror to make sure nothing else about his appearance is out of place before he has to return to your party.
âWas it good?â you ask earnestly as you look up at him, and he smiles at you, stroking your head sweetly. âOf course, my darling. Youâre perfect, as always,â he tells you, and you beam, turning your head to kiss his hand before he takes it away. He glances over at the grandfather clock sitting in the corner of the room, laughs in disbelief when he notes the time.Â
âGosh, itâs almost midnightâ we really must hurry,â he says, and you giggle, truly without a care in the world that youâve kept your guests waiting. You turn back to vanity, pout as you take in your appearanceâ you were too far gone from lust to really realize just how debauched Chris made you, but now you truly see just how much you have to fix.Â
âChristopher! Youâve ruined me!â you complain before looking around the floor for your comb. âApologies, princess,â he chuckles, leaning down to pick up your comb for you once youâve spotted it. He hands it to you, but doesnât completely release his grip to let you take it until after you kiss him in thanks.
âNow thenâ Iâve got to go entertain our guests. But hurry, wonât you, darling? I wouldnât want to start the real fun without you,â Chris says as he rests his hand on the knob of the bedroom door, and you smile as you look at him through the mirror, making quick work of fixing your hair.Â
âOf course, my love. I wouldnât miss my party for the world,â you tell him; and despite what he said, itâs not long until you hear the first shrill scream of the night. Dressed in your prettiest red dress and heels, you peek your head out of the bedroom doorâ and Chris stands there, knife in hand with blood speckled over his face.
âSorry darling, didnât have a choice,â he explains, and you giggle as you fully step out of the room, carefully stepping over the blood that decorates the floor to kiss him before shooing him away to continue. Your birthday party has fully kicked off nowâ and itâll certainly be one to remember.
#skz x reader#bang chan x reader#skz smut#bang chan smut#skz fanfic#bang chan fanfic#skz imagines#skz scenarios#mdni + divider graphic credit: @cafekitsune#meant to post this earlier in the day but i wanted to give it one more read to make sure there were no mistakes :')#and if there are mistakes after i just reread it for the millionth time after finishing it then just ignore them i beg gfdshghf
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the back-up plan | jjk
summary: one drunken night leads to an agreement that if you and jungkook are still single by 30, you'd marry each other. the only thing is jungkook has been doing everything he can to keep you single.
đ title: the back-up plan | one-shot đ pairing: jungkook x f!reader | đ genre/au: romance, fluff / friends to lovers(?) đ rating: SFW | 18+ | đ word count: 18.1k | đ playlist đ warnings: jungkook & reader are both 29, reader is a hopeless romantic (what else is new with my characters?), jungkook is always pining and head over heels in love, jungkook is sweet and in luvrrr but heâs bad at feelings and tells some terrible lies (donât hate himâok!!), reader has a skewed view of relationships and what's expected of her, jungkook calls her wifey, hot and seggsy neighbor!namjoon (yes, pls), shirtless namjoon (2x), kissing, hand-holding, some suggestive language, mentions of erotic art and positions, first dates, alcohol consumption, reader has her belly button pierced, talks of tattoos & getting them, mentions of needles, and idk some things may come off as cheesy??? but it's a romance story so idk take what you will, light angst (you should know me by now!!), jungkook gets a lil drunk (pls drink responsibly), jealous jk comes out, love confessions đ a/n: the plot is a bit ridiculous, but that's the point! it's fiction (lol), i hope y'all enjoy it for what it is. the idea came from a tweet I saw, but ofc, I can't find it! so thank you to whoever tweeted it! and, happy birthday to the loml, jeon jungkook (this was supposed to be out for his birthday, but my brain said no). i also have to thank holly (@alphabetboyluvr). i respect her so much as a writer and friend, and I was super scared to ask her to even look at my outline, but she's always so sweet and willing. i couldn't have done this without her help, her comments, and suggestions <3 (i'd also recommend listening to the playlist while reading :)) and as always, i'd love to hear your thoughts đ
sunday.
Another day has passed, and itâs creeping closer to your birthday. Theyâre supposed to be joyous, celebratory occasionsâand you love feeling special, showered with love and gifts. What more could a person want?
But you had a clear goal before hitting the big 3-0: get marriedâor at least be engaged to be married.
Most girlfriends your age were still having fun, enjoying life, and not ready to settle down. Youâre unsure if your upbringing or societyâs expectations distorted you, but you were fond of marriage and finding the one to spend your life with.
You also blamed the hopeless romantic in you when you dragged every one of your girlfriends with you to see the new romantic comedy, giggled, and kicked your feet when reading the latest best-selling romance novel.
The thing was, you were so close to getting engaged. You and your boyfriend, Theo, of eight monthsâwell, ex-boyfriendâdiscussed it openly from the beginning of your relationship. And not even two weeks ago, he broke up with you out of the blue and gave no clear explanation.
You sat in bed debating whether to download your old dating apps again. Your birthday was in six days, and you knew you wouldnât find a suitable mate before your birthday, but at least you could try, right?
KooKoo-Ca-Choo 11:27 PM Happy âalmost 30thâ birthday.
You 11:28 PM đđđ
KooKoo-Ca-Choo 11:28 PM Are you still crying over Theodore Boner?
You 11:29 PM Itâs Bonner, not boner!
KooKoo-Ca-Choo 11:29 PM đ€Łđ€Łđ€Ł You were saved from that one. Imagine having the last name Boner.
You rolled your eyes at the text from Jungkook, throwing your phone beside you as you curled under your duvet.
KooKoo-Ca-Choo Incoming Video Call
âWhat do you want, Kook?â
âYou gotta admit, ____ Boner sounds awful,â Jungkook laughed as he pushed back in his recliner.
âIâm hanging up!â you threatened, getting ready to push the end button.
"No, no! I'm kidding. You would've made a great Mrs. Boner."
"ByeâKook."
"I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm done, I promise."
"I had a whole plan. What am I supposed to do now? My birthday is in six days," you groaned, covering your face with the duvet.
"You don't remember our agreement, do you?"
You brought the cover down. Curious about his comment. "What agreement?"
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Before this most recent one, your ex, Jimin, had broken up with you, and you were on the rebound, looking for a good time. Jungkook came to the rescue, saving you from your next mistake. He took you out for drinks, let you drown in your sorrows, and the two of you got pretty drunk. You could only remember bits and pieces of your conversation.
âLetâs get married if weâre still single by 30,â Jungkook suggests.
âYou wanna marry me? But Iâm such a mess.â
Your dating life, career, friends, and family were fine.
âYeah, why not. We get along. You seem a little kinky in bed and make a mean spaghetti dish.â
âIs that all Iâm good for? Sex and spaghetti?â
âThat sounds like a bad porn film waiting to happen. No, but I'm serious. If we're still single, letâs get married.â
You wave him off. âKook, youâre drunk. Youâre just saying whatever.â
âYeah, I'm drunk, but I'm serious about this.âÂ
He gets up, looks around, sees a straw wrapper, and ties it around your finger. He's on one knee before you.
â____, will you marry me? Hypothetically, of course, if weâre both still single by 30.â
You shake your head at your loveable friend. It was hard to say no. How could you?
âYouâre so dumb.â
âSee. You can write that in your vows,â Jungkook jokes, grinning from ear to ear.
âWell, you are pretty cute, and I can stand being around you,â you tease.
âYouâre not so bad yourself.â
You smack his arm. âIs this how youâre wooing your future wife?â
âOkay, okay. I'm sorry. I canât believe how beautiful my future wife is.â
Youâre unsure if itâs the alcohol making you susceptible and vulnerable to your good friend asking you to marry him or if it was because you were on the rebound. But whatâs the harm? If you couldnât find someone by 30, then youâd get to marry a good friend.
âThat's more like it. Why yes, Jeon Jungkook. I will marry you if I'm still single by 30.â
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You let out a cackle. âOh shitâI agreed to that?â
Jungkook pouts and nods. âSure did.â
But Jungkookâs messing around, right? He was a good friend and comforted you in your time of need. Thereâs no way heâd want to spend the rest of his life with you. Plenty of suitable women were fawning over him, and now youâve noticed you've never seen him with a girlfriend.
âYouâreâyouâre not serious, are you?â You stumble over your words, going into panic mode.
Why would Jeon Jungkook choose you, of all people, to want to marry? He could have anyone at any time.
No, you shook off the thought. You couldnât lock him into a loveless marriage.
Jungkook licks his lips, tongue flicking his lip ring back and forth.
You shifted in bed and cleared your throat. âArenât you seeing that one girl?â
It wasnât hard to notice when she practically hung onto him like a lovesick puppy.
Jungkook makes a face, shaking his head. âNah, itâs nothing serious.â
You give him a blank expression. âNothing serious? Kook, sheâs practically foaming at the mouth and shooting heart eyes when youâre around.â
Jungkook chuckles. âThat could be you, too.â
You narrow your eyes, glaring at him.
âJust saying,â he adds.
âYeah, but I donât want to get in the way if it is serious.â You surely didnât want to become a homewrecker.
He waves his hand. âOh, no, no, no. I donât back down from promises I make.â
Your lips turn into a pout, and you tilt your head, wondering why heâd ditch Clingy Chloe and commit to a drunken promise. âWhatâs in it for you?â
He seems offended by your question, so he scoffs. âI mean, Iâm just trying to save you from a future where youâre an old lady with 50 cats, collecting newspapers that pile up from the floor to the ceiling, and then you show up on an episode of Hoarders.â
You chuckle. âYouâre serious about this, arenât you?â
âYouâre not?â he questions hesitantly.
âI mean, marriage is a pretty serious thing, and weâre friends getting married because we have no one else?â The sentiment seems ridiculous once you say it aloud.
âWhat? You donât think I'll be a good husband?âÂ
âNo, I didn't say that. I think youâd be a great one, actually.â
âThen, whatâs the problem? Donât think you can handle me?â Jungkook wiggles his eyebrows.
You roll your eyes at your cocky friend. âI donât know, Kook. What if I meet someone, or what if you meet someone?â
âYou donât think I can make you fall in love with me?â he asks, ignoring your question.
Your nose scrunches, and you laugh. âNo.â
âOh, well, that sounds like a challenge, and youâre lucky I love a little competition.â
Heâs not going to let this go, is he?
You settle into the plush of your pillows. âOkayâtell you what, if you can make me fall in love with you within the week, Iâll consider marrying you.â
What would you have to lose? Being wined and dined by a cute guy? What girl would pass up this opportunity?
âDeal.â
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monday.
Your everyday routine consists of rolling out of bed, logging into work, checking your emails, and then sitting on the couch until you get a support ticket from someone who forgot their password for the umpteenth time.
Itâs a great gig, and now youâre glad you went into the right field of work.
Youâre on your random binge of rewatching The Fast and the Furious saga. Your friends always make fun of you, but you canât help it. Itâs a guilty pleasure of yours.
âYou got some sexy legs. When do they open?â Roman says with a grin.
You burst out laughing. The dialogue is so bad, yet somehow, these movies keep getting made. You must be the target audience.
The doorbell rings and itâs 8:30 AM. Who is here this early? You didnât buy anything online while you were drunk, did you?
You peek through the viewfinder, and itâs blocked by something yellow. You canât see the delivery personâs face when you open the door.
âSpecial delivery for ___,â the person says in a deep voice.
âThatâs me.â
And out from behind the flowers, Jeon Jungkook pops out. âHappy birthday week,â he says in a sing-song voice.
Your heart settles when you realize it's your friend or future husband. âWhat are you doing here?â
You notice two grocery bags on the ground next to him. He hands you the flowers and picks them up.
âWhat do you think Iâm doing here?â He raises his eyebrow, scanning you from head to toe.
Real clothes and makeup donât exist when you're working from home.
âCute slippers,â he points out as you stare at your fluffy white bunny slippers.
You sigh, grabbing his arm to drag him into your apartment. As youâre about to close the door, you notice moving boxes outside the apartment next to yours. Hmm, someone new must be moving in.
âIs this what you look like underneath all that makeup?â he asks, making himself comfortable in your kitchen. The two bags are on the counter, and heâs going through the cupboards to find a vase.
âTop left above the sink,â you say.
He opens the cupboard, retrieving a clear vase.
âWell, I wasnât expecting company. Otherwise, I wouldâve put on some decent clothing.â
And a bra, you think as you cross your arms, covering your chest.
Jungkook shakes his head. âYou look good in anything, and with or without makeup. Youâll be my future wifey, so thereâs no need to look for good me. We can just be comfortable with each other, right?â
You purse your lips and raise an eyebrow. Heâs serious about this, isnât he? You suppose you wouldnât mind playing along to see how far he would go.
A man ready and willing to commit to marriage? You must be living in your romantic film.
You nod. âRight, weâre friends, possibly moving onto more than friendsâwell, actually, straight to marriage,â you chuckle, "but Iâve always felt comfortable around you, Kook.â
He flashes a warm smile. âGood, then everything will be easy, peasy lemon squeezy.â
Heâs cute, you think.
âI hope you like mimosas,â he says as he unloads the groceries from the bags.
Bread, eggs, bacon, strawberries, orange juice, and champagne.
âAre you making me breakfast?â you question, narrowing your eyes at the man in the yellow beanie and white Nike shirt.
âConsider it your birthday breakfast, wifey,â he jokes, peering in your cupboards for a pan.
âRight side next to the oven.â
âAh, I gotta remember this if Iâm gonna be cooking here more often.â He whistles, setting the pan on the stove.
You roll your eyes and shake your head. âDonât you have to work today?â
âNahâcalled in sick. Itâs my wifeâs birthday week. I have to shower her with all the love.â He wiggles his eyebrows and puckers his lips.
Itâs funny to see Jeon Jungkook act this way. Heâs always been playful and flirty the two years youâve known him, but this mustâve been his way of pulling out all his cards of wooing a woman.
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âBreakfast is ready,â Jungkook yells from the kitchen.
A support ticket from work came through, distracting you from your movie and Jungkook.
ââKay! Almost done.â You recheck your work emails, ensuring everything is complete.
This time, you put on a bra, change into a decent shirt, and put on a skin tint and blush to make yourself look alive.
You stroll into the kitchen, and Jungkook perfectly displays the sunflowers on the counter and two delicious breakfast plates. The champagne flutes are filled to the brim and topped off with a beautifully sliced strawberry.
âThanks, Kook. This looks so yummy.â
He flashes a smile. âAnytime.â
The two of you sit beside each other, digging into the breakfast spread.
âWhatâs that one movie you wanted to watch again?â Jungkook asks before he sips his mimosa.
Your mouth is full, and you chew quickly to answer him. âThe one on Netflix?â He hums. âWedding Season.â
âSounds like the perfect movie for us to watch this week.â
âYouâre into rom-coms?â
âI love âem.â
âShut up. Youâre teasing me now.â
âI donât know why you never ask me to watch them, but youâll ask the girls.â
You look down at your food before catching his gaze. âI didnât think youâd be into them, so I never asked. And you donât seem like the hopeless romantic type.â
âI mean, growing up, I wasnât. My parents didnât have a fairytale romance, so I didnât believe in love for a long time.â
You raise an eyebrow. âSo, someone mustâve changed your mind then?â
He hums, not wanting to admit who made it an exception.
You nudge his arm. âAre you gonna tell me, or will I have to pry it out of you?â
He chuckles, not saying a word.
You scoff. âYouâre not gonna tell me? Keeping secrets from your wife already? Rude,â you tut.
âYouâll find out soon enough,â he replies.
The two of you finish breakfast, and Jungkook insists on doing the dishes. You set your plate in the sink and clutch onto his arm, tiptoeing to place a kiss on his cheek.
âThank you.â
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tuesday.
You take the morning off to run errands for your upcoming birthday extravaganza. And youâre struggling to hit the lock button on your keypad while holding a heavy box of birthday decor.
When you finally hear the whirring of the lock and chime, you turn around, bumping into someone, dropping your box, and knocking over a handful of books.
âOh, Iâm so sorry! I didnât see you there,â you say, quickly picking up as many books as possible, and he picks up your birthday decor.
The man reaches for the pink heart-shaped sunglasses and other pink-colored decor. âSomeone must be celebrating big,â the manâs dimpled smile displayed.
Your fingers accidentally touch his when you switch his books for your decor. You clear your throat, trying not to ogle the man. âUm, yeah, itâs for my birthday.â
He perks up. âOh?â He flashes a thin smile. âHappy birthday.â
A breath gets caught in your throat, and you struggle to get any words out. âUh, my birthday is actually on Saturday,â you finally croak out. âBut, you must be my new neighbor.â
âYeah, Iâm Namjoon. I just moved in this past weekend.â
Oh, this is bad. Really bad.
Heâs tall, has beautiful tanned skin and blonde hair, and you could live in his dimples.
âItâsâitâs nice to meet you.â
âSorry about bumping into you, and itâs nice to meet you too. I hope you have a good birthday,â he says before picking up one last book on the ground.
âAre you doing anything this weekend? You can come if you want.â
After you ask, you want to kick yourself in the bum. Inviting a man you just met. What if heâs a weirdo? But how can he be if heâs reading âA Bigger Message Conversations with David Hockney.â You may have managed to peek at one of his books.
âOh, no,â he shakes his head. âI wouldnât want to intrude.â
âYouâre not intruding! Iâm inviting you, and you canât say no to the birthday girl,â you tease, adjusting the box in your arms.
A low chuckle escaped his lips. âYouâre right. Itâd be messed up to say no to the birthday girl.â
âSo, youâll come?â you ask, and a smile grows from ear to ear.
He nods. âYeah, Iâll come.â
The two of you exchange information before you leave to finish your errands. Youâre beaming down the street while carrying your box of decor.
You didnât expect to find someone cute and endearing so quickly. And youâre surprised he said yes to your party. Maybe heâs new in town and wants to make friends. It would be a good way for him to get acquainted, and a part of you hoped youâd keep bumping into him in the halls.
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KooKoo-Ca-Choo 11:27 AM Wanna do a movie night today? We could watch Wedding Season.
You 11:30 AM Sounds like a date.
KooKoo-Ca-Choo 11:35 AM Is 6 okay? I can bring dinner too.
You 11:36 AM That sounds perfect.
It's six on the dot, and you hear a knock on your door. You suppose Jungkook is the type to show up right on time, which you greatly appreciate.
He holds a six-pack of beer and a pizza box when you open the door.
"Ready for movie night?"
Itâs halfway through the film, and youâre enjoying it. You love the fake dating trope because you could always count on the two mains to fall for each other.
"Are you cold?" Jungkook asks when he sees you tuck your hands in between your thighs.
"Yeah, kind of."
"Come here."
He opens his arm to cuddle, and you blink expressionless at him. The most intimate thing youâve done with him is hug himâa side hug.
He laughs when you donât move. âWhat? Scared Iâll bite?â
âNoâitâs just that cuddling is an intimate thing to do,â you admit.
Arms and legs become entangled. Bodies are warming up against each other. Possibilities of things progressing.
âYou donât have to if you donât want to. Do you have a throw blanket somewhere?â He looks around and sees a woven basket next to the couch. He grabs a white fluffy throw for you.
Jungkook gives you an out, and for that, youâre grateful.
âThanks,â you say as you snuggle in the blanket.
He flashes a small smile. âNo problem.â
Even though you rejected Jungkookâs invitation to cuddle, somehow, by the end of the movie, the two of you had fallen asleepâcuddling.
You didnât pull away from him yet. You peered up at him, watching his chest rise and fall. Light snores escape his lips, and now and again, he puffs out a breath like a whale coming up for air, making you chuckle.
You rest your chin on his chest, giving yourself a few seconds to enjoy this before waking him up.
âKook,â you whisper, gently shaking him. âKook,â you repeat.
He hums, popping his head up while his eyes are still closed. He flutters them open and immediately sits up, wiping the drool thatâs dried on his chin. He clears his throat. âUmâhow long was I asleep for?â
You giggle. âWe both fell asleep. I blame the beer,â you say, stretching your arms.
Jungkook canât help but notice the shiny piece of jewelry hanging from your navel. âYou have your belly button pierced?â he asks with a raised brow.
You quickly pull down your shirt. âIt was a dumb thing I did when I turned 21.â
âItâs cute.â
You shy away from his comment. At times, you forget you have it.
âWhat else are you hiding, hm?â Jungkook asks.
You scoff. âNothing. I only have my ears and my belly button pierced.â
âNo tattoos?â
Tattoos are cool on other people, and you toyed with the idea of getting one. You were indecisive about what to get.
You shook your head no. âMaybe one day.â
âGet one for your 30th. Iâll go with you. I know a guy,â he teases, pointing out the ink on his skin.
âYou gonna hold my hand the entire time?â
He grins. âAnything for the wifey.â
A tattoo, huh? Youâve always wanted to see how high your pain threshold was. âIâll think about it.â
âJust let me know, and Iâll get an appointment with the guy I always go to. I only trust him.â
Jungkook stands, proceeding to clean up the mess you two made.
âOh, no. Leave it. Iâll clean it up.â
âAre you sure?â
âYeah, itâs late. We should get some sleep.â
He looks at the clock. Itâs nearly midnight, and he still needs to wash up.
You walk him to the door, holding it open for him to leave. âKook?â
Jungkook turns to you. âYeah?â
Youâre unsure what comes over you, but you pull him in for a hug. Only this time, it doesnât feel like a friendly hug. It takes a moment for him to register whatâs happening, then he wraps his arms around you. Every ounce of his body presses against yours, and you fit perfectly into him like a puzzle piece. His fresh, clean scent invades your nose, and you wish it could linger for a bit longer while his hand snakes to the nape of your neck, fingers curling in your hair.
Why do you feel more vulnerable when sleeping next to him now than earlier? Is it because youâre awake and aware of your intentions? The question was, what were your intentions? Did you want this? Did you really want him?
You withdrew from the embrace, bidding him farewell. He gives a small wave before disappearing into the elevator.
As you enter your apartment and shut the door, you repeatedly knocked the back of your head against it, muttering, âfuck.â You were playing along to see how far Jungkook would go before calling it quits, but you failed to see that maybeâjust maybe you could be falling too.
Hoseokâs minding his business, eating his ramen when he sees his roommate walk in. Jungkook looks like heâs floating on cloud nine, beaming from ear to ear. Thereâs even a hop in his step. He twirls around, daintily sitting beside Hoseok.
Hoseok scans his friend, watching him as he breathes a happy sigh and stares into the distance.
âWhatâs going on with you?â He raises a brow and narrows his eyes.
Jungkook giggles and scrunches his shoulders. âI just came back from cuddling with ___,â he says as he continues in his reveries.
âOh, boy. Everyone, can I please have your attention,â Hoseok cups his mouth into a megaphone, âJeon Jungkook has officially gone off the deep end. He thinks being delulu is the solulu.â
Jungkook glares at his friend and kicks him under the table. âYahâarenât you supposed to be rooting for me?â
Hoseok slurps his noodles. âOf course, Iâm rooting for you. Youâre my best bud,â he says as he places a hand on Jungkookâs shoulder.
âThanks, I appreciate it,â he pats Hoseokâs hand. âNowâbe an even better friend, and let me raid your closet for ___âs party.â
Jungkook lies in bed; his bicep flexes when he moves his hand behind his head. Heâs watching an array of colors flash across the vastness of his room. The northern lights and stars twirl and sparkle like the movements of butterflies and the ones milling around his stomach for days.
Is this what being in love feels like, he thinks. Itâs like heâs living in the romance movies heâs watched. Boy meets girl, boy, and girl fall in love, and they live happily ever after.
This is it. This must be it. His chance to be with youâthe one heâs fallen completely head over heels for.
If the Jungkook from four years ago were to see him today, heâd laugh and call him a simp, especially with how heâs at your beck and call.
But the Jungkook, from four years ago, was a cynic. He had no healthy or loving relationships around him until he met you through Hoseok. And, even though you were with someone at the time, he saw how kind and wonderful you were to your friends and could only imagine the kind of love youâd show toward someone special.
There were only a few more days until your party, and he was determined to make each day count.
wednesday.
Since Monday, Jungkook has surprised you every day with a gift. They were his attempts to make you fall in love with you, along with his random trips to your place.Â
Todayâs gift was a pair of pink seashell earrings. Jungkook tells you he spent hours making it from clay, then baked them in the oven. You shook your head, wondering how he got an idea like this. Nonetheless, it was a sweet gift.
He texted throughout the day, leaving cute words of encouragement or sending TikToks of funny videos heâd find. Maybe this was his love language, taking the time out of his day to let you know heâs thinking about you.
As your day winds down, youâre scrolling through YouTube, and what catches your eye at 7 p.m.? Dessert videos.
And thatâs your worst toxic traitâthinking you can bake. It always looks easy enough. If they can do it, so can you.
That is, until youâre in the kitchen, halfway through a recipe, and notice youâre out of sugar. The grocery store is too far and will close when you get there.
See what happens when you decide to bake? It always goes differently than you want.
You could call Jungkook to see if he has any or walk over to your new neighborâs place. The latter was plausible since Namjoon was only a few feet away.
You shook off the nerves, flattened your apron, and lightly knocked on Namjoonâs door. You could hear shuffling as he unlocked it.
Your eyes widened, standing like a deer caught in headlights. Namjoonâs half-naked, black shorts hung dangerously low on his waist. His forehead is glistening with sweat.
âDid I catch you at a bad time?â you ask while trying to keep your gaze in line with his and not ogling his chiseled body.
Shitâmaybe he had company over.
He cards his hand through his platinum blonde hair, but a few pieces fall back, covering his eyes. âNo, youâre good. I just finished working out. Whatâs up?â he asks. His hand holds the door open as he leans against it.
Youâre dumbfounded, unable to form words again. Itâs like a giant hairball stuck in your throat.
Namjoonâs brows raise, and he calls out to you.
âOh, sorry!â you say. âIâm attempting to bake a cake but I'm out of sugar. I wanted to ask if you have any I can borrow.â
âI think I do,â he ponders as he steps back. âCome in. Come in.â
You step into a squeaky clean apartment. Didnât he just move in? How does someone unpack so quickly? Or maybe he had little to begin with.
His apartment was like a museum, with pottery, sculptures, and art prints adorning his walls and shelves. But what catches your attention is the translucent, cylindrical coffee table. It doesnât seem like anyone should be putting anything on it.
Namjoon stands beside you, holding a jar of sugar.
âAh, thank you so much! Now my cake batter wonât go to waste.â
âAnything catch your fancy?â he asks.
Granted, this man is still half-naked, standing beside you. Youâre trying not to go feral over how broad and built he is.
âThis, actually,â you point to the glass coffee table.
âThatâs probably one of my most prized possessions.â
âIt looks expensive.â Youâd later come to find out it was worth $1.2M after you did an internet search.
âIt is,â he chuckles. âItâs on loan from a friend.â
âOn loan?â you ask, turning to him. Your eyes narrow and lips thin. âCan I ask what you do for work?â
âIâm an art curator.â
That makes sense now, considering the expensive and extensive art collection.
âOhâyouâre so fancy,â you tease. âI donât know shit about art.â You could stand before a painting and feel nothing while looking at it. Maybe you were just going in with the wrong mindset.
Namjoon chuckles. âYou can always ask me questions,â he notes before walking away to put on a t-shirt.
Youâre a bit disappointed that you canât ogle him anymore.
âWell, I canât ask you questions if you donât take me to a museum,â you flirt, turning toward him.
He grins, showing off his pearly whites and dimple deeply etched into his left cheek. âAre you asking me to ask you out on a date?â
You canât help but play dumb. âOh no, of course not! I would like your expertise to guide me around a museum, and if we happen to eat afterward, then I donât knowâwould you call that a date?â
Namjoon licks his lips and nods, impressed by your boldness. âAre you busy Friday night?â
The cake wasnât terrible, but it wasnât great either. Youâd have to keep perfecting it and maybe keep asking to âborrowâ some sugar from your neighbor.
You debated whether you should tell Jungkook about your date with Namjoon. Itâs a harmless date; Jungkook would be off the hook if it goes well. Besides, itâs a silly agreement you two made up while drunk.
But, youâd sleep on it and figure it out tomorrow. There was one more day before the date anyway.
As you were sitting in bed, doing your nightly scrolling through social media. A video call comes through.
KooKoo-Ca-Choo Incoming Video Call
You're on your side when you answer his call. âHey, Kook,â you say before covering a yawn.
âReady for bed?â he asks, shuffling underneath his duvet.
Your eyes scan the screen, and you notice his bare shoulders and collarbone on display. You never realized his tattooed sleeve reached so high on his arm, scantily kissing the top of his shoulder.
You cleared your throat. "Yeah, about to call it a night. What's up?"
"I just wanted to call and see how your day was. I was busy at work, so I didn't get to text you," he says.
Now that you think about it, the last text you received from him was this morning. And since the start of your little agreement, Jungkook has been texting and calling more than usual.
"I worked, then attempted to bake a cake."
He props the phone against something as he lies on his side, and parts of his hair still look damp from a shower. And you hate how cuddly he looks while heâs in bed and how you can see how much he works out just from the outline of his arms.
And noâyou arenât thinking about anything else.Â
"How'd it turn out?"
You shook your head in disgust. "Not very good."
"Ah, I'm sure it was great."
"I'll stick to store-bought cake for now."
"Next time, we can do it together and fail."
He wants to do everything with you, huh?
You chuckle at his comment and then say whatâs on your mind, "I never realized how far your tattoo sleeve went up."
He peers at his shoulder. "Oh yeah," he leans forward to show you, his bicep flexing as he moves.
"Cool guy."
He chuckles. "Hardly cool. Just bored," he says. "So, should I schedule you for your tattoo?"
Since the last conversation, you've been scrolling through Pinterest and Instagram to get some ideas.
"I think I want the birth flower for September."
Jungkook shows you his arm, pointing to his tiger lily tattoo. "This one is for the actual day of birth, but the flower for the month of September is pretty too. Have you thought about placement?"
"Mm, maybe on the back of my neck or the inside of my arm. What do you think?" You show him your arm, then the back of your neck.
"It would look great on the back of your neck. It could be a nice surprise when you have your hair up."
"OhâI like that idea."
He props himself up on the side with a wide grin. "So, I'm booking your appointment?"
You chuckle. "Yeah, why not? We only live once, right?"
Turning 30 is making your confidence go up.
âOnce you get one, youâll want more. Trust me.â
âAt least Iâll have a tattoo buddy for life,â you tease.
âAh, see, I like the way youâre thinking. Well, I should let my wifey get to sleep,â he gives a small smile. He reaches for his phone, placing it on his chest. His other hand is behind his head as he watches you through the screen.
You hum in agreement. âNight.â
âNight.â
Daydreams are one thing, and when Jungkook lies in bed, he can't help but wonder.
Wonder how youâd look in his favorite t-shirt. Wonder which side of the bed you prefer. Wonder if you dream of him, too. Wonder what itâs like to be loved by you.
Jungkook doesnât want to wonder anymore; he wants to make you his reality.
thursday.
The birthday festivities started early for you as you requested today and tomorrow off. Thereâs no way youâre spending your last few days of being 29 stuck at work.
Todayâs agenda consisted of a pedicure. The toes have to look cute with your new heels, and as youâre ready to head out to your appointment, Jungkook is at your door when you open it.
You tilt your head, knitting your eyebrows together. âDid we have something planned?â
He shakes his head no and pouts. âNo, I wanted to surprise you with another gift.â
He hands you a gift bag, and you take a small peek, reaching down to grab the gift. You pull out a peach-shaped heart bath bomb.
âPeach?â You raise a brow and give a smug grin. âWhat makes you think I like peach?â
Jungkook snorts. âOh, pfftâI donât know. Could it be all the candles or soap? Or how you always order any type of peach-flavored alcohol? Tea? Orââ
You suck in your lips, then give a thin smile. âSon of a peach.â
âVery cute. Youâre also great at fruit puns. Iâll add that to the list of reasons why I like you,â he chuckles.
To be fair, everything in your apartment had a hint of peachâyour candles, air freshener, hand soap, ChapStick, and not to mention a cupboard full of peach tea.
You chuckle. âThanks, Kook. You didnât have to.â
âI do if Iâm trying to make you fall in love with me.â
You set the bath bomb back in its bag, then on the entryway table. You close the door behind you, forcing him to step back.
âYou talk a lot about making me fall in love with you, but youâve still failed to do so. Itâs almost my birthday,â you tease.
What girl wouldnât want gifts, but you thought heâd push a bit harder.
Jungkook smirks, his tongue poking the inside of his cheek. He steps closer to youâclose enough for you to smell his cologne. Itâs a fresh, clean scent.
Heâs inches away from you. Warmth is radiating off of him. Your heart is practically beating out of your chest. Your eyes are on his, then focus on his lip ring, then the freckle underneath his bottom lip. Itâs the first time youâve been close enough to notice it.
His eyes dart back and forth between yours. His tongue wets his lips, then plays with his ring. âIâm just getting started,â he says.
You close your eyes, fluttering them back open. Thereâs relief escaping your body once he backs away.
âSo, what are we doing today?â he asks, stepping out of the way to let you lead.
âI have a pedicure appointment. Wanna come?â you ask. You wouldnât mind having company around, and youâre curious how heâll continue to sweep you off your feet.
You feel bad for the poor woman who has Jungkook in her seat, and youâre trying your best not to laugh as heâs squirming, clutching onto the armrests.
You clear your throat. âIs this your first pedicure?â
âWhat? No,â he counters, but heâs giggling non-stop, holding on for dear life.
âSirâI need you to stop moving,â the woman warns.
You cover your mouth. Your shoulders are bouncing due to your giggles. âKook, she hasnât even done anything to you yet.â
âHow the hell do women do this? This is torture.â
âCanât handle a little torture?â
He perks up, shaking off the chills. The woman continues to scrub his feet with a pumice stone. Heâs sucking in his lips, trying not to laugh and smile when she gets to the underside of his foot. Then his reflexes get the best of him, and he almost kicks her.
The woman gives him a blank expression but is professional and continues as fast as possible.
An hour later, Jungkook is coming out of the nail salon, sweating bullets from the endless torture of a pedicure.
You look at him and then his toes. âAt least your toes are cute.â He let you choose the color, and you had to choose hot pink to match your birthday theme for this weekend.
He does the walk of shame in a pair of yellow flimsy flip-flops because he wasnât prepared for a pedicure. Youâve been there, done that.
You link your arms to him when you catch up to him. âHungry?â
Jungkook groans in delight. âYou have to try this.â
He leans forward. A piece of his roasted chicken ravioli covered in pink sauce looks delectable. You open your mouth, devouring the pasta. You close your eyes, savoring it.
âSee, what did I tell you?â He smiles, going back to his bowl of food. âHowâs yours?â
You didnât want to say you didnât like itâbut you hate it. âItâs good,â you smile and lie through your teeth.
You begin moving the ravioli around, pretending to make it look like you'll eat it.
Jungkook sets his fork down, pushing his bowl toward you. âHere, take mine.â
You look up at him. âWhat? NoâI like my food,â you lie again, grabbing your bowl and clutching it closer to you.
He deadpans. âIâve known you long enough to know when you donât like something. Come on, Iâll finish your food, and you can have mine.â
You let go of your bowl. âAre you sure?â
Jungkook smiles warmly, his small dimple on display as he nods. He grabs your bowl and begins to eat it.
Your heart softens, and youâre enchanted by your friend/potential future husband, so it pains you to have this conversation. You tossed and turned the night before because you couldnât bear the thought of locking your friend into something he'll regret later on.
âSo, you might not have to marry me,â you say.
Jungkook looks up at you, tilting his head in confusion. âDamn, someone beat me to it?â he jokes.
You flash a thin smile and shake your head no. âWell, I have a crush on my new neighbor.â
He raises an eyebrow. âNew neighbor?â
You nod. âYeah, he just moved in.â
Jungkook nibbles on the inside of his mouth then continues to eat. âYou barely know the guy, and youâre already tossing me aside?â He tuts, shaking his head.
âIâmâIâm not tossing you aside. Youâre still an option, but Iâm just saying if it works out with the new neighbor, then youâre off the hook. I'm sure there are better girls out there than me, Kook. You donât want to be married to me.â
He sets his fork down, pushing his bowl forward. âWell, what can I say? You canât see the guy?â
âSo, youâre okay if I see him?â
Jungkook hesitates to answer. âMm,â he hums with a nod.
âAre you upset with me?â
âWhy would I be upset?â He shrugs. âIâm only a back-up.â
His answer gives you a sense of relief, but you also feel guilty about everything. âShould we end our little deal? That way, you donât have to be stuck with me for the rest of your life. It seems silly now that weâre both sober and not drunk making promises like this.â
He hums and nods again. âYouâre right. It does seem foolish.â He wipes his mouth with a napkin. "I'll go pay while you finish up."
You watch him get up and walk to the register. His demeanor changes as soon as you mention ending the deal.Â
Is he serious about this?
Honestly, youâre stumped by Jeon Jungkook and his intentions. If he did like you, why not ask you out like an average person? Why go through the trouble of marrying you? So that you could fulfill some silly goal you had for your life?
âIâll walk you up,â Jungkook says as he turns off the car.
âItâs fine, Kook. You donât have to,â you counter.
On the ride back, guilt has been eating you from the inside out. Youâre unsure why you feel this wayâmaybe because you feel like a shitty friend. Saying one thing and then doing another.
But again, marriage is a serious thing for two people to consider.
Jungkook doesnât waver in his decision and escorts you anyway. The silence is deafening in the elevator; the two of you stand at opposite sides, stealing glances. Thereâs an elephant in the room, but neither of you addresses it.
When the elevator doors open, you expel the caught breath in your throat. Jungkook follows a few steps behind you.
âAre we okay?â you ask, glancing at him before lowering your head.
He stuffs his hand in his pants pocket. âYeah, why wouldnât we be?â
âI donât know. I feel like an ass because youâve been such a good friendâespecially after my breakups. And then this past week, youâve been sweet and cute with all the little gifts and hangouts,â you pause to look at him.
His eyes are big and innocent, and his lips form a slight pout. Heâs intently listening to your words.
âIâm trying to say Iâve enjoyed being with you this week, and Iâm sorry how things turned out,â you manage to spit out.
Jungkook nibbles on his lip, showing off his pretty dimple. His eyes dart to yours as he flashes a thin smile. âWell, Iâll always be your back-up if this guy doesnât work out.â
You breathe a sigh of relief that he can still joke about this situation. You close the distance between you, reaching up and draping your arms around his neck.
It takes a moment for him to return your hug, but he doesâwrapping his arms around your waist, pressing you into him. He nuzzles in the crook of your shoulder, taking in your sweet scent and softness.
Your heartâs fluttering, your stomach is somersaulting and doing back-flips. Jungkookâs warmth is all-encompassing, encapsulating every fiber of your being. Neither of you let go, allowing this embrace to go longer than usual friends do.
When you pull away, your lips are so close to his. Close enough to explore what they taste like. Close enough to see how plush they are. Close enough to find out just how much youâd have to gasp for air afterward.
You almost want to give in. You almost want to see where this could go. You almost want him to make a move.
Jungkook whispers your name, and you hum, gazing into his eyes. âAre you sure about this? About the deal? You donât want it anymore?â
You're becoming lost in the stars and galaxies contained in those doe eyes. Jungkook doesnât lose focus, doesnât break character, and doesnât give you a chance to run away.
âThis stops when you say so,â he utters softly.
Heâs unrelenting, you think. He wants this, doesnât he? He wants you.
So these next few words sting. âYeah, Iâm sure.â
Jungkook doesnât even realize when heâs outside his apartment complex. He sits in his car, zoning out. Heâs so close to finally getting you, but now thereâs someone else?
For two years, heâs been trying to buck up the courage and finally ask you out, and when he finally gets an opportunity, someone always swoops in and steals you away.
When he proposed the agreement, it was more of a joke, that is, until you agreed, and thatâs when he knew heâd try whatever it took to get you to the altar.
A knock on Jungkookâs window breaks him from deep thought. He looks up to see his roommate, Hoseok.
He gestures for Jungkook to roll his window down. âWhy do you look like you're on the verge of crying? Why donât you go up to the apartment?â
Jungkook holds onto the steering wheel and groans as his head hits it a few times, muttering, âStupid.â
Hoseok knits his eyebrows in confusion as he rubs his friendâs shoulder. âCome on, letâs go,â he says, opening the car door.
Jungkook drags his feet through the threshold and drops his backpack on the floor. He continues walking sluggishly, plopping on the couch, still in a daze.
Hoseok blinks at his friend. âWhatâs going on?â
âYou know how I was trying to make ____ fall in love with me this week?â
âUh-huh.â
âWell, she likes her new neighbor.â
Hoseokâs eyes widened. âThere's a new guy already? I swear this girl must have some kind of bat signal thatâs beaming up into the sky that attracts men the second sheâs single.â
Jungkook drops his head back, then rubs his face. âWhat am I going to do?â
Hoseok shrugs. âMaybe tell her how serious you are about being with her.â
âYeah, but what if she doesnât want to be with me?â
âSo, youâre going to trap her in a marriage instead?â Hoseok raises an eyebrow. âMake it make sense, my friend.â
Maybe that's what he wanted. It could be like an arranged marriage. Meet first, then fall in love.
âI know it sounds ridiculous!â
Hoseok rubs Jungkookâs shoulder. âThis whole deal is ridiculous. Be honest with her, then sheâll have to choose between you and the new guy.â
He knows Hoseok is right. He should be honest and tell you how he feels.
Or he could get rid of the new guy, and the deal would be back on.
Decisions. Decisions.
friday.
Jungkook was determined to make this agreement work out in his favor. He wasnât going to back down so easily.
He took off early from work, going straight to your favorite bakery to grab a cake. Thoughts are racing through his mind as he clutches the cake box and walks through the crowded street.
What if this was his last chance? What if this new guy was âthe oneâ for you? He couldnât let you slip away again.
Heâs even prepared a monologue. Heâs mumbling it under his breath when he arrives at your door.
When the door opens, he doesnât find you. Instead, he finds a half-naked man with broad shoulders and impeccable pecs.
Jungkook stands tall and puffs out his chest, back straight, when he sees this unknown man. His mouth is agape as he scans him from head to toe. Was this the guy you were talking about?
He clears his throat and stands his ground. âOh, uh, who are you?â
âHey, man. Iâm Namjoon. ___âs neighbor,â he says.
âIâll be right out!â you yell from the other room.
Jungkook clenches his jaw, and heâs trying to calm his nerves. Thereâs no way you were sleeping with this guy already, right? No, you canât be, Jungkook shakes the thought from his head.
You sprint from the hallway, holding a shirt. With your clumsy ways, you spilled iced coffee on Namjoonâs shirt right before your date. You felt bad, so you offered to wash it for him.
âNamjoon, Iâm so sorry! Iâve tried everything to get it out. I might have to buy you a new shirtâoh,â you gasp. âHi, Jungkook.â
Jungkook walks in, setting the box down, and he doesnât say anything else as he leans against the counter, watching you two.
Namjoon sucks in his lips, strolling to your side, looking at his stained shirt. âDonât worry about it. It was time to get rid of that shirt anyway.â He gives a reassuring smile. âIâm gonna grab a new shirt, then weâll be on our way?â
You hum. âSee you soon.â
Jungkookâs eyes follow you and Namjoon as you bid him farewell. You lower your head and purse your lips when you approach Jungkook.
âDate night?â he asks, turning to you.
âYeah,â you whisper.
âWell, I donât want to keep you from your date. Just wanted to drop off a cake I picked up for you,â he points to the box on the counter.
You see the bakery's name on the box, and itâs from your favorite place. You undo the tabs and unfold the box to reveal a heart-shaped cake with various shades of baby pink and blue, then sitting prettily on top is one of your favorite Sanrio characters: Cinnamoroll.
âKookâyou didnât just pick this up.â A cake like this was ordered well in advance.
His eyebrows rise, and he gives a half-smile. He walks beside you. âHappy early birthday,â he says as his eyes flick to yours. âSee you tomorrow.â
When the door shuts, you wince.
Namjoon has a brilliant mind, and that intimidates you. He's far too intelligent and reasonable for a hopeless romantic who lives in their daydreams and wants a ring on their finger by tomorrow.
The two of you come to a crowded spot in the museum. You look back and smile at Namjoon. He puts his hands on your waist, guiding you from behind. Your stomach somersaults from the affection, but you continue leading the way through the sea of people, trying not to focus on it.
An announcement reminds museum go-ers that theyâll be closing in 15 minutes.
âShould we head out soon?â you ask with disappointment. You thoroughly enjoyed hearing Namjoon talk even though you had nothing insightful to say about the numerous art pieces.
The corners of his mouth curve up. âBut we have one more exhibit to see,â he says, wiggling his eyebrows. He holds out his hand for yours.
Youâre intrigued, so you donât question and place your hand in his.
Everyone starts to file out toward the exit, but the two of you enter an exhibit hidden away in the back.
âArenât we going to get in trouble?â you ask.
He chuckles. âYouâre cute,â he says before showing you his work ID and security badge.
âOh,â you giggle. It makes sense. Namjoon did say he was an âart curator.â He just never mentioned where he worked.
âFeel free to look around and tell me if anything catches your eye.â
You take your time, roaming around, going from piece to piece. Namjoon stays in place, waiting until youâve found something. You tilt your head, examining the drawing.
[ frida castelli, milan ]
It's a woman. Her back is bare, and she's curling her hands into the bedsheets. The drawing is cut off right at the small of her back, and one can assume the rest. It's eroticâas this exhibit displays various works from modern artists.
Namjoon stands beside you. âThoughts?â
Horny, you think, but considering this is your first date. You probably shouldnât blurt it out.
âI like the position she's in,â you say, and Namjoon chokes on nothing. You cover your mouth and canât help but laugh.
âI like that position too,â he adds.
You try to suppress your smile because now, youâre thinking about the two of you in that position.
"Should we keep looking?"
After a late-night dinner, youâre standing outside your door, not wanting to say goodbye to Namjoon. Youâd invite him in, but tomorrowâs a big day, and you have an early wake-up call.
âI hope I was able to answer your questions,â Namjoon says, leaning his shoulder against the door, facing you.
You give him a small smile, looking at the floor, then back up at him. "I think you answered everything."
He hums and parts his lips. "Well, I have one question for you, if that's okay."
You nod.
"Can I give the birthday girl a kiss?"
You lick your lips. "It's not my birthday yet."
Namjoon steps forward, scanning your face. "You can consider it an early birthday present."
"Well, I won't say no to a birthday present."
Your heart is swooning over this tall, handsome man. Heâs perfect. He's brilliant and well-spoken. Someone secure and confident, even emotionally available. Youâd be a fool not to want this to go further.
Your gaze darts back and forth between his eyes and his lips, unsure how to respond. You've been wondering what they taste like all night and want to kiss the freckle underneath his lip. They look so rosy and pillowy, almost like kissing a cloud.
He softly presses his lips against yours. His big hands cup your face. His nose brushes against your cheek. His lips encapture your top lip, then your bottom. He lingers briefly before pulling away, his lips ghosting over yours, and you want to return for moreâyouâre not done.
âDo that again,â you whisper.
His breath is warm, and he smiles before going back in, tilting his head to deepen the kiss. Your hands are placed on his taut chest, fingers curling and tugging on his shirt. The butterflies in your stomach are yearning for a way out. The desire in you grows deeper. Youâre breathless at this point, but you donât care if you never breathe again.
First kisses always make you go weak in the knees, and you wish you could experience them over and over.
âYour lips are stained,â you notice when you pull away.Â
Namjoon chuckles; his thumb swipes at his bottom lip. âThatâs okay.â
He moves in to kiss you again, but you stop him by putting your index finger to his lips. âThe birthday girl should get some sleep. Big day tomorrow.â
You render him speechlessâhe made the first move, but youâll have the final say.
You bid goodbye to him, trying your best not to linger and give in to your urges. Peering through the viewfinder, you see him smiling and shaking his head before he closes the door to his place.
Youâre grinning from ear to ear as your back is against the door. The date couldnât have gone betterâthough you probably couldnât write a dissertation on Modern Art in Korea, you appreciated that he took the time to explain what he loves and why heâs so passionate about it.
Maybe he could be the one.
Itâs midnight when youâre under the covers and still glowing from your date with Namjoon.
You check your phone to see text messages from Jungkook.
KooKoo-Ca-Choo 9:22 PM Hey! I found some cool birth flowers. Do you like any of these? [ 5 images attached ]
KooKoo-Ca-Choo 9:27 PM And my tattoo guy had a last-minute cancellation for Monday at 6 p.m. Iâm gonna book you for it, okay?
KooKoo-Ca-Choo 10:05 PM I can go to hold your hand if youâd like.
KooKoo-Ca-Choo 11:11 PM I hope you had a good day. See you tomorrow, birthday girl.
This differed from how you wanted to celebrate your birthday week, especially not how you envisioned your friendship with Jungkook. Did you ruin it?
And thatâs when your heart aches as you reflect on this past week. Jungkook has been so sweet, and you feel like the worst friend. Could he be into you, and youâre blind to notice?
But what about Namjoon? Heâs undoubtedly checked off all the boxes you could want in a partner.
Plus, Jungkookâs just a back-up.
saturday.
The sun is peeking through, and the birds are chirping away. Youâve slept through your alarm because youâre still in dreamland.
Youâre unsure whoâs in bed with you. All you hear is a groan and shuffling as they reposition themselves. You peer over your shoulder, quickly turning away when they pull themselves closer to you. Then, as an arm comes into view, draping over you, you recognize the inked skin.
Itâs Jungkook.
A buzz from your phone and a bang at the door awakens you. Missed notifications of calls and texts from Jenn, your best friend, flood your screen.
You sprint to the door, unlocking and opening it for her.
âJesus ChristâI thought you were dead,â Jenn says after she brushes past you, setting several bags on your kitchen counter.
âSorry.â
âItâs fine, babe,â she blinks, giving you the once-over. âYou havenât showered, have you?â
You shake your head no.
âWell, go! Itâs your birthday, but we canât wait all day for you.â She shoos you off to the bathroom.
When youâre out of the shower, Jennâs sitting in front of your vanity, putting on her blush.
âSo, how are you doing, babe? Still not over Theodore Boner?â
âBonner,â you correct her.
You adjust your towel, tucking it securely. âThereâs been some new developments,â you say, walking to your dresser.
Jenn slowly turns around. âPlease donât tell me youâre back with him? He was a walking red flag. Well, at the end of your relationship anyway.â
You press your lips together, shaking your head. âYou know that time I was upset about my break-up with Jimin?â
Jenn hums and narrows her eyes.
âJungkook and I went out and got pretty drunk.â
She leans forward. âUh-huh.â
You cleared your throat. âI may have agreed that if Jungkook and I were still single by 30, weâd get married.â You turned around, opening the top drawer in search of cute underwear.
Jennâs jaw drops. âYouâre not going to marry Jeon Jungkook, are you?â
You laugh it off. âNo, of course not! But heâs always been there for me after my break-ups.â
âOh, how convenient that he also happens to be single by your 30th birthday,â she says dryly.
âJungkookâs been a good friend, and if we were to get married, and thatâs a big if, then honestly, I think weâd be pretty good together,â you explain.
You're not sure if you're attempting to persuade Jenn or yourself. Youâre not going to lie. Youâve toyed with the idea this whole week.
âWhy donât you just date Jungkook then?â she asks, returning to add more blush to her cheeks.
You nibble on your bottom lip. âErrâwell, because thereâs a new guy.â
She whips her head back around. âI go on a solo trip, and you have not one but two guys who want to be with you?â
âTechnically, I told Jungkook that if things work out with me and Namjoon, he doesnât have to marry me.â
âNamjoon?â
âYeah, heâs my new neighbor.â
âShut up! Your neighbor?â Jenn stands, sprinting out your bedroom door. âWhich apartment? I need to see this man.â
âJenn!â You run after her, clutching her arm, trying to pull her back. âStop it, will you? Heâll be at the party tonight.â
Jenn turns to you. âBabeâyou have Jungkook and new neighbor guy vying for your attention? Sheesh. When can I be the main character?â
You grip your towel and drag her back to your room.
âAt least tell me more juicy details,â she whines.
Jungkook checks himself out in the mirror. Hot pink usually is not part of his wardrobe color, but he does it in a heartbeat if it involves you and your silly antics.
He slips the hot pink denim jacket over his white shirt and matching pink cargo trousers. He adds a neon green necklace to finish off his look.
This outfit is Ken-esque, right? He sighs, wishing you could be the Barbie to his Ken.
His roommate, Hoseok, knocks on his door, breaking his focus. âHave you thought about what youâre going to do?â
Jungkook nibbles the inside of his cheek. This weekâs been a rollercoaster of emotions for him. He was at an all-time high before you broke the news that you no longer need a back-up.
Heâs gone back and forth, debating whether to fight for you or give up.
"I don't know yet," Jungkook responds. He glances at Hoseok through the mirror's reflection.
âTell her how you feel. Be honest with her,â Hoseok says. Heâs been telling Jungkook for two years now.
Jungkook turns around. âI canâtââ he pauses and huffs a breath, taking a seat on the bed.
Hoseok narrows his eyes and crosses his arms as he leans against the door frame. âWhat are you talking about?â
âIâve done too much shit by breaking up her relationships. Sheâll never forgive me,â Jungkook explains.
Hoseok choked on nothing. âIâm sorry, what did you say?â
âRemember Jimin and Theo?â
Hoseok hums.
Jungkook clears his throat. âI may or may not have told some harmless lies that ended up in them breaking up with her.â
Hoseok huffs out a breath and pinches the bridge of his nose. âI donât know why you didnât tell her right off the bat that you wanted to date her.â
âIâm an idiot, thatâs why, and now itâs too late. She doesnât want me. She wants the neighbor guy.â
Hoseok sits by his friend. âItâs either now or never. You canât keep breaking up her relationships because youâre too scared to be in a real one with her. You donât want to start it off that way.â
Jungkook flings himself onto the bed, staring at the ceiling. âI know! Iâve just never done this before. I donât know how to act. Sheâs the first person Iâve had actual feelings for.â
Hoseok blinks at his friend, ready to say something, but Jungkook interrupts him. âDonât say shit about thatâmany people donât meet the right person until later in life.â
He holds his hands up in defeat. âThereâs no judgment from me, my friend. Just consider my words before anyone gets hurt.â
You swipe the lip tint across your bottom lip and repeat with the top. Glancing in the mirror, you adjust your dusty rose dress and tie your matching ribbon in your hair.
The theme for tonight's party is Barbie core, and individuals are encouraged to wear any shade of pink. Youâre ridiculous, but you only turn 30 onceâwhy not go all out?
Buckets of bubbly are filled with rosĂ© bottles and floral ice cubes. Barbie-esque props, including heart-shaped sunglasses and cut-out foam lips, are ready to be used at the photo booth. Youâve spent too much time on Pinterest planning the perfect celebration.
Itâs ten to seven and still too early for people to show, so you order a Malibu Barbie cocktail at the bar. Jin, the bartender, even tops off your drink with pink sanding sugar for this special occasion and throws in a little peach schnapps.
âThereâs the birthday girl.â
When you turn around, you see Jungkook in a bright pink attire. Not every day you see him dressed in anything other than black or white, so you consider this a rare treat.
He offers you a warm hug, and you both act as if nothing has changed. Itâs not like youâve seen him every day as heâs dropped off gifts for you, or he willingly watched a rom-com and definitely hadnât cuddled.
Itâs like youâve gone back to being just friends.
As you withdraw, you give him the once-over. âYou look great in hot pink. I wish I got to see your matching toes.â
Jungkook chuckles. âI donât think sandals would go with this outfit.â
You shake your head no.
âYou look amazing,â he adds, taking your hand and making you twirl for him.
âThanks, Kook,â you grin. Your hand lingers in his as he delicately caresses your skin. The back of your neck is warming up, and you canât help but wonder if youâve made a mistake breaking off your deal.
âAh, thereâs our Barbie girl!â Jenn exclaims as she approaches you. Immediately, you let go of Jungkookâs hand.
âHey!â you answer, rubbing the back of your neck. âWhatâs up? Did you need something?â
Jenn raises her brow at you and Jungkook. âI did, but youâre busy with Ken, so Iâll ask Hoseok to help me. Enjoy your night, babe.â
You take your drink and dash off with Jenn, telling Jungkook youâll see him later. As you stroll behind her, you loop your arm around hers.
âAre you okay?â Jenn narrows her eyes, suppressing a smile.
You clear your throat. âYeah! Why wouldnât I be?â
âIt looks like you and loverboy were having a moment there before I interrupted,â she says, setting down the flower vase on the dessert table.
âHeâs not my loverboy. Iâm gonna start seeing Namjoon, remember?â
âUh-huh. Keep telling yourself that. Lookâall Iâm saying is you should give Jungkook a chance. Anyone could tell heâs head over heels in love with you.â
You choke on your drink. âWhat? How come no oneâs ever told me?â
Jenn laughs. âI never put two and two together until you mentioned your little agreement with him this morning,â she pauses, cupping your face. âAnd my sweet, innocent Barbie girl, he shoots heart eyes whenever youâre around.â She holds your chin, turning you in Jungkookâs direction.
Jungkook is leaning on the bar, attempting to find the perfect stance to appear cool, but he has no idea what to do with himself. He peers in your direction, catching your gaze, and quickly turns away, waving down the bartender.
She continues, âYouâve been with so many knockoff Kens that you were blind to the real one. Heâs a bit of a goofball, but he seems sweet, and like you mentioned today, heâs always around when youâre in need.â
What if your decision was a mistake? Would it be too late to change your mind? You were sure Jungkook had already moved on after being rejected.
You watch while Jungkook drinks somethingâyou figure it's vodka. A shot for yourself seems enticing, simply to settle your anxieties.
Your birthday is supposed to be filled with joy, laughter, and celebration, not you being torn between two great guys.
The party is in full swingâthe musicâs blaring, friends laughing, chattering, drinking away. Everyone has arrived except for the one person you've been looking for: Namjoon.
You giggle when you scan the room and see Hoseok and Jungkook dancing in the corner. When your eyes catch him, he gestures for you to come dance, but you havenât had enough alcohol to make a fool of yourself.
He sprints to you, grabbing your hand and dragging you along. âYou need a drink before you dance, huh?â
Your lips thin, and you think, how does he know you so well?Â
You nod and follow him from behind. You stare blankly as his hands are loosely intertwined with yours. Heâs leading you through the crowd, letting go once youâre at the barâs counter.
âDo you still want that pink drink thingy you had earlier?â
âSurprise me,â you say.
âTwo Pink Cadillacs, please,â he says to Jin.
As Jin gets to work on your drinks, Jungkook makes small talk to kill time.
âAre you having fun?â he asks, standing before you. He sways to the song's beat, grinning from ear to ear.
Youâd have more fun if you werenât thinking about him and Namjoon all night. Considering that Namjoon hasnât even shown up yet, you appreciate that Jungkookâs a sweet and caring friend.
âIâll be having more fun once I have this drink,â you say over the music.
âYouâre not having fun with me?â he jokes, holding out his hand for yours, and of course, you take it.
He draws you to him, makes you twirl around, and then dips you. A slight squeal escapes your lips when you come back up.
Jungkook chuckles. âSorry, Iâve always wanted to do that.â
âNo, IâmâIâm having a good time,â you answer his previous question.
âAre you sure? It looks like somethingâs on your mind,â Jungkook notes. "You can always talk to me, you know."
Even after breaking off your agreement, he's still willing to be a good friend to you. How'd you get so lucky with someone like him?
"I know," you smile, draping your arms around his neck.
"Two Pink Cadillacs."
You break away from him, grabbing your drink. The two of you sip on them, watching the crowd.
"Jungkook, one. Hot sexy neighbor, zero," Jenn whispers in your ear before walking away.
You clench your jaw and narrow your eyes at her. Itâs been an hour, and Namjoon is still nowhere to be seen. Maybe something came up. Things happen. You get it.
"What's going on with Jenn?" he asks.
"Nothing," you reply as you move to stand before him. "You know how she is."
Jungkook takes another sip of his drink. âHey, can I talk to you about something?â
Your eyes widen and flick to him. Have you been obvious about whatâs on your mind?
âYeah, of courseââ you say before a hand slides on the small of your back. You turn to see the man whoâs been MIA, Namjoon.
âHey, birthday girl. Iâm sorry Iâm late! It was a lot harder to find a pink outfit than I thought,â Namjoon chuckles, then he sees that he may have interrupted something. âOhâhey, man! Jungkook, right?â
Jungkook gives a small smile, and you mouth, âSorry.â
âCan I steal you away for a second?â Namjoon asks, and you oblige.
Namjoon takes your hand, ready to drag you off, but you stop and return to Jungkook. âCan we talk later?â
He nods. âYeah, of course. Itâs your birthday. Go have fun. Iâll talk to you later.â
Jungkook looks on as you and Namjoon disappear. You laugh when he says something, and Jungkook can hear itâyou always let out a tiny squeak, your shoulders bounce, and you cover up your mouth because you don't like how your teeth show when you laugh.
He rubs the back of his neck. Heâll have to find time to talk to you later.
Hoseok nudges Jungkook. âWhoâs that?â
Jungkook sips his drink and inhales sharply. âHer neighbor.â
âThey look pretty cozy to me,â Hoseok remarks. âGo say something before itâs too late.â
Itâs already too late, Jungkook thinks. Heâs lost you again. Whatâs the point if he tried with you and you didnât want him?
He chugs the drink and orders another round for him and Hoseok. He might as well enjoy the booze while he canâat least it would get you off his mind.
Jungkook's vision is blurred, speech slurred. Even though he sees double, his gaze is still fixed on you and Namjoon, following you wherever you go: the photo booth, the bar, the dance floor. Namjoonâs hands havenât left you, whether holding your hand or soft touches on the small of your back.
It should be him, he thinks, but heâs been turned down before. He couldn't imagine being rejected twice.
He leans on a high-top table, rhythmically tapping his fingers against it. A few of your friends drag you off to the photo booth for the umpteenth time tonight, and Namjoon is left waiting for you.
Jungkook waits and observes Namjoon, wondering why youâd choose Namjoon over him. He thinks he could take the guy in the boxing ring. Heâs too big and sluggish to move as fast as Jungkook. Indeed, he could knock Namjoon out with his right hook. But if itâs not a physical thing youâre looking for, then itâs an intellectual thing.
He shakes off the self-deprecating thoughts. Why doesnât he go over and chat the guy up? Get to know him. It wonât hurt to find out what kind of guy he is.
There's a queue of friends waiting to take individual shots with you, and you look over to check whether Namjoon is all right. You notice Jungkook approaching and breathe a sigh of comfort, knowing he'll keep Namjoon company.
Jungkook stands up tall when heâs beside Namjoon. âLavish party, huh?â
Namjoon turns to him and chuckles. âYeah, she went all out for her 30th.â He cracks his neck and adjusts his bright pink blazer.
âSince youâll be around, you should get used to it. ___ throws parties like this all the time.â
âShe does?â Namjoonâs eyes widened with concern.
Jungkook pouts and nods. âYou think this is bad? Last year, she rented a private island, and everyone who attended had to buy a plane ticket to her party.â
Namjoon gulps.
âManâand now that you guys are together. I'm wishing nothing but the best for you," Jungkook shakes his head. "The last guy was going through it.â
âLast guy? What happened to the last guy?â
Jungkook glances in your direction, then back to Namjoon. âOh, you guys havenât had that conversation yet?â
âWhat conversation?â
âLetâs just say there was a restraining order involved.â
Thereâs a look of relief on Namjoonâs face. âMan, that guy mustâve been a psycho.â
Jungkook shakes his head. âOh no, no, no. The restraining order was against her!â
Namjoon shifts his position, rubbing the back of his neck.
âTrust me, you donât want to get on her bad side. Once, she took a bat to a neighborâs car, thinking it was her boyfriendâs. Mind you, she was pretty drunkâand it was dark, but when she has an idea that youâre cheating on her, all hell breaks loose,â Jungkook tuts.
âOh.â
Jungkook chuckles. âAnd donât even get me started on her obsession with that one K-pop group, Seventeen. She practically has a shrine in her bedroom. Mingyuâs face is plastered on every square inch of her walls, and when they finally came on tour, she drained so much of her savings flying everywhere to see themâfront row, I might add.â
Namjoon clears his throat. âI think I need a drink,â he says.
âBut donât worry, man, youâll be fine!â Jungkook shouts as Namjoon walks away.
He lowers his head and rubs his face. He blames the alcohol for his stupidity. His string of lies is why you would never want to be with him.
Although Jungkook has spewed many lies to Namjoon, it doesnât scare him off. The two of you are like two peas in a pod. And when he sees Namjoon jet off somewhere, Jungkook swoops in, hoping heâll have a chance to talk to you before itâs too late.
âHey!â Jungkook says out of breath. âGoing home?â
âYeah,â you beam a warm smile. âIâm pretty wiped.â
âI can take you home, and then maybe we can talk?â
You nod. âMm, that sounds like a plan.â
Youâve always found it easy to talk to Jungkook. Even though he claims not to be good at chitchatting, he knows how to make you smile and laugh.
âDid you see Hoseok and Jenn trying to undress each other?â Jungkook chuckles.
âJenn claims she thought Hoseok was a Ken doll,â you giggle. âI donât know why they keep skirting around each other. They should date already.â
You two arrive outside your apartment. You unlock the keypad, leaving the door open. Turning back, you see Jungkook standing there. âAre you gonna come in or talk to me from out there?â you ask, shaking your head.
Jungkook walks through the door, closing it behind himself. He smooths down his pants and fixes the collar of his jacket. His gaze darts around the room as he prepares to say whatâs on his mind.
âCan I change, and then weâll talk?â
Jungkook nods, and you run off to your room.
With a heavy sigh, he takes a seat on the couch. He keeps shifting his weight, but nothing feels right. The sweat on his hands increases as the seconds pass by. He's never done it before, confessed his feelings.
Jungkook had rehearsed like he was up for a big audition but felt heâd stumble over his words and blurt out bleh-bleh-blahs.
You resurface a few seconds later, wearing an oversized t-shirt and what appears to be nothing underneath, but when you sit down, he catches a peek at your shorts.
âYou wanted to talk?â
âYeah, about us.â
You cocked your head to the side and raised an eyebrow. âUs?â
A knock on the door interrupts you. Your eyebrows knitted together, wondering who it could be this late at night. When you open it, you find Namjoon.
âHey! You left your phone at the restaurant,â he says. He acknowledges Jungkook as he steps in.
âOh, thank you! Ahâdonât leave yet! I have something to give to you, too.â You dash to your room, leaving Jungkook and Namjoon.
Thereâs a moment before Jungkook breaks the silence. He turns to Namjoon. âThat shirt sheâs wearing is from her ex-boyfriend. She sleeps in it every night because she misses him.â
Namjoonâs lips thin, and he nods.
âTrust meâyou should run while you can,â Jungkook says, shaking his head.
He points to the small Seventeen merch collection sitting on a shelf in your living room. âSee. Itâs cute and innocent until itâs not.â
âThanks for the heads up,â Namjoon says reluctantly as he turns away, trying to focus on other things until you return.
You leave your room with a bag, handing it to Namjoon. âI washed your shirt and bought you a new one too.â
âOh, you didnât have to,â he reaches for the shirt, taking it out.
âI know, but I felt bad about ruining it.â
Namjoon chuckles. "I like how you're giving me a gift on your birthday."
You wave off his comment. "It's nothing. Thanks for returning my phone,â you say, walking him to the door. âIâll see you later?â
He flashes a grin; his dimples etched deeply into those cheeks. You pull him down to kiss him on the cheek, barely catching the corner of his lips. You let it linger for a second longer, ensuring Jungkook can see it.
âBye,â you whisper, closing the door behind him.
You stand with your back facing Jungkook. Clenching your jaw and your fists, you huff a breath. Turning around, you stare at the one person you thought was your friend.
âThis is my ex-boyfriendâs shirt, and I sleep in it because I miss him?â you deadpan, folding your arms across your chest.
Your glare silences Jeon Jungkook, and his deer-in-the-headlights appearance implies guilt.
You scoff and shake your head in disbelief. âHave you been sabotaging all my relationships? Tell me the truth.â
You remember Jimin and Theo and how conveniently Jungkook had been there after each breakup.
Thereâs still no word from Jungkook. Heâs playing with the invisible hair on his chin before he stands. âYeah, but itâs only becauseââ
âBecause what!â you exclaim. Never in a million years did you think youâd be yelling at a good friend. âBecause you want to marry me? Why didnât you just ask me out, Kook?â
The nickname causes his heart to ache. His eyes darted to the floor, then at you. âBecause...â
You lean forward, waiting for his excuse, but he doesnât give you one. Youâre only met with silence.
âBecause youâre the kind of guy who lies and manipulates to get what he wants? Didnât really think you were that kind of person.â
âIâm notââ
âYou are! If you cared about me, you wouldnât go around spreading lies. And to think I was going to marry you? Godâyou must think Iâm fucking stupid.â
"No, I don't think that at allâ" he counters, taking a step toward you, and you take a step back.
Licking your lips, you play with your bottom lip. "IâI don't even know who you are anymore."
"I'm the same person you met two years ago," he says. Jungkook steps toward you again, reaching out for you.
"Don't touch me," you warn. "Don't you ever talk to me again," you say, avoiding his gaze. "You should go, Kook."
Jungkook walks past you. He makes his way to the doorâand when it shuts, you flinch.
Approaching your 30s, you figured youâd be crying because youâre likely to have a mid-life crisis and not because one of your good friends has lied to you for the last couple of years.
Jungkook has misled you throughout the week. You donât know whatâs real and whatâs not anymore.
Your heart aches from the pain. Why did this hurt more than a breakup? You trusted him, even considered marrying him and spending the rest of your life with him. How could you be so naive? Maybe it was your distorted perception of love and relationships, and thatâs how you ended up in this situation.
Maybe it's your fault and no one else's.
sunday.
Itâs early. Too early for Jungkookâs taste.
Heâs been tossing and turning all night. Wishing he could redo the last two years. Wishing he couldâve been honest from the beginning. Wishing you didnât hate him right now.
Picking up his phone, he grumbles after seeing the timeâsix in the morning. Thereâs no way youâre up, he thinks. And thereâs no way youâll pick up his call either.
He assumes youâve blocked himâwants nothing to do with him and doesnât blame you.
The expression on your face is ingrained in his memory, and the lies he told are on a continuous loop. How would he win you backâif youâd let him, that is.
Itâs that point in the romantic movie where the love interest finds the courage to go for it. Jungkook has nothing else to lose at this point. Itâs now or never.
With your favorite iced coffee and pastry in hand, heâs ready to beg for your forgiveness. Beg for another chance to make things right.
Three knocks strike your door. No answer.
He gives it another moment before doing it again.
And nothing.
He pulls out his phone, searching for your contact. It rings several times and goes to voicemail. At least you didnât block him, he thinks.
Should he wait here all day? In hopes youâll leave your apartment?
Unless Namjoon has seen you or knows your whereabouts.
Jungkook figures, why not? What does he have to lose? Heâs already lost his dignity.
Another three knocks, only this time itâs on Namjoonâs door. A few moments later, the lock unlatches, and the door opens.
Namjoonâs eyes widened at the sight of Jungkook. âOh, hey. Whatâs up?â
âHey. Have you seen or heard from ___?â
He shakes his head. âSorry, man. I havenât.â
The corners of Jungkookâs lips turn down, and he nods. âFuck,â he mumbles, lowering his head. He turns on his heel, ready to leave.
âHey, Jungkook?â
He turns back and hums.
âIf you like her, be honest with her,â Namjoon says.
Jungkook rubs the back of his neck. âDid ___ tell you?â
Namjoon chuckles and shakes his head no. âI figured you were lying when you said she made everyone fly to a private island. She mentioned that sheâs never flown before. So I put two and two together, and it was hard to ignore all the glares you gave me at the party.â
Jungkook closes his eyes, lowering his head. âIâm so sorry about all the lies I told you. None of them were trueâexcept maybe the Mingyu thing. She does have an obsession with that guy.â
He clears his throat. âIâm sorry about coming between you two. But itâs no wonder she likes you. You have your head on straight, unlike me.â
A grin sweeps across Namjoonâs face. âItâs okay. I get it, man. Iâve been there beforeânot the lying, but Iâve been head over heels for someone. ___ is cool, and you seem like a good guy. JustâŠdonât give up on her, okay?â
Jungkookâs eyebrows knit together in confusion. âWhat about you guys?â
âHuh? Me and ___?â Jungkook hums. âWeâve been out on one date, and youâve known her forâŠ?
âTwo years.â
âYou have more history with her than I do.â
âYeah, but you didnât tell lies.â
Namjoon steps forward, placing a hand on Jungkookâs shoulder. âYouâd be a fool to give up now. Trust me, you donât want to live with the what ifs and what could have been.â
âUm, here,â Jungkook says, handing Namjoon the iced coffee and pastry bag. âI donât want it to go to waste.â
He bids Namjoon goodbye, and as heâs driving home, he stares off into space, pondering Namjoonâs words.
What if you never want to talk to him again? What if he loses you?
He only wanted his chance with you; whenever he gathered the courage to do so, someone always came into the picture before him. Heâs realized how much his lies caused more harm than good. He was cheating his way into your heart, which is unfair to you and him.
You peek out when the elevator doors open, ensuring the coast is clear. You've seen the missed calls and texts but needed more time to be ready to face Jeon Jungkook. That's why you've been hiding out at Jenn's all day. But alas, you had to go home and face your fears.
Your door accidentally slams when you go in. Shit.
Itâs not like Jungkookâs been waiting around for you, right? Though, you didnât want to make it known that you were home.
Not even ten minutes after youâve arrived, thereâs a knock on your door. Peering through your viewfinder, you check if the coast is clear and unlock your door. You grab Namjoon's hand, pulling him into the apartment.
"Whoaâmiss me that much?" he jokes, setting down the iced coffee and pastry bag.
"What's that?"
"Jungkook dropped it off this morning, but you weren't here. Have you been hiding?"
You lower your head. "Yes."
Namjoon licks his lips. âHeâs in love with you, you know?â
You ignore the coffee and pastry bag and sit on the couch. âItâs a weird way to show that you like someone by lying and sabotage.â
âI think itâs cute,â Namjoon chuckles, sitting beside you.
Disbelief is written all over your face: eyes wide, brows lifted, jaw open, which only makes him laugh harder.
âYou gotta give the guy some credit. He went out of his way to make sure youâd say single so he could finally have his chance with you. That sounds like dedication to me.â
âIs this a weird âguy code?â Am I missing something?â
He shakes his head. âI get where heâs coming from. Does it suck that he lied instead of saying what he wanted? Yeah, but maybe he didnât know how to say it because he feared heâd say nonsense in front of you. I know the feelingâwhere you like someone so much, youâre afraid of looking dumb.â
You ponder Namjoonâs words, sipping on your iced coffee. âYou seem chatty. Does that mean you donât go dumb around me?â you ask dryly.
Namjoon laughs. âI get butterflies and excitement every time I walk out my door, hoping Iâd bump into you.â
âBut?â
âBut you should figure things out with Jungkook, and then weâll go from there.â
Itâs sillyâthe glow-in-the-dark stars that are plastered on your ceiling. Half of them threaten to fall, and the other half are stuck on so tight itâll take off the paint.
âYouâve never had glow-in-the-dark stars before?â Jungkook asks. âLetâs get some.â
The only reason why theyâre up there in the first place is because of him. Jungkook was comforting you after your breakup with Jimin.
You throw your duvet over your head, screaming into it. How could you have been so blind? So stupid? How are you supposed to face him again with your friend group? Or alone?
This past week was perfectâat least, you thought it was. But youâre second-guessing every interaction, every conversation, every laugh, every touch.
If you hadnât met Namjoon, could you have fallen in love with Jungkook?
The more you thought about it, the more you hated that you were falling for him. Maybe Namjoon was just an excuse not to explore a relationship with Jungkook. Maybe you didnât want to ruin your friendship, but then again, what did it matter because itâs been sabotaged by Jungkook himself?
How would you get out of this mess?
monday.
A notification ding shows up on your phone.
[ Tattoo appointment - 6 PM ]
Shit. You completely forgot about your tattoo.
You go through your text messages, finding the Instagram profile of Kai, whoâs supposed to tattoo you. You frown when you see a cancellation fee and that the cancellation shouldâve been done two days before the appointment. Now, you have to mentally prepare yourself for getting your first tattoo.
The recommendations on your YouTube only show videos of âhow much does getting a tattoo hurt.â You know the pain that goes into a needle puncturing your skin. The question was, how high was your pain threshold?
When you walk into the shop, a bell chimes. Itâs in pristine condition, as one would expect from a tattoo parlor. Youâre greeted by a girl dressed in a black latex v-neck top. A sunray heart tattoo sits right on her chest.
âHi, I have an appointment with Kai.â
She clicks through her computer and beams a warm smile. âFor ___?â You nod. âIs Jungkook coming too?â she asks.
âOh no. I donât think so.â Was he planning on getting something, too? You didnât think heâd show after everything went down.
âKai is finishing up with a client, and heâll come get you when heâs ready.â
You flash a small smile, taking a seat in their lounge. Youâre picking at your nail beds and bouncing your leg. Youâre trying to focus on anything other than what will happen soon.
A light noise of whirring fills the room. You close your eyes, concentrating on your breathing. Itâs a small tattoo. Thereâs nothing to be afraid of, you think.
A part of you wishes Jungkook was here to hold your hand like he said he would. It's dumb even to want him to be here. But after spending so much time with him this past week, you admit you miss him.
"Iâm ready for you,â Kai says.
You take a deep breath and follow him to his workspace.
âNervous?â he asks.
âYeah, itâs my first tattoo.â
âYouâll do great. I know it,â Kai smiles, sitting at his desk. He grabs his iPad. âOkay, what are we getting today?â Kai asks.
âUm, I turned 30 yesterday, so I wanted to get the birth flower for September,â you say, showing him the inspiration photos.
âAh, Happy Birthday,â Kai grins. âBirth flowers are a great choice. Any idea where you want it and the size?â
"On the back of my neck, I don't want anything too big. Two to three inches."
"Ohâa woman who knows what she wants. There was no hesitation," Kai teases. "Coolâso, I'll sketch out a few options, and then we'll go from there. Sound good?"
You press your lips together and nod. As Kai's working on your sketch, you stroll around his workspace, looking at the illustrations hung up. There's traditional and fine line art, and you recognize a drawing of a snakeâit looks like the one Jungkook has on his arm.
âSee anything else you like?â
âI, um, recognize some of your work. Youâve tattooed my friend, Jungkook,â you note, turning back to look through more of Kaiâs sketches.
Somehow, your nerves have finally calmed down. The whirring noise from the tattoo gun is like white noise to you, drowning everything out. Youâre lost in the intricate detailing of the drawings. Tattooing is true art, you think. But instead of a traditional canvas or paper, itâs forever inked on someoneâs skin.
âOkay, let me know what you think of these.â Kai shows you the iPad with a few flowers drawn out.
âYouâre so quick,â you comment as you review your options. âLetâs go with this one.â You love how delicate and dainty the tattoo looks.
âIf you need a break at any time, just let me know,â Kai gives a warm smile. âI apologize for the weird positioning, but Iâll need you to lay on your stomach, and your head will hang off the table.â
Your lips thin when you catch his gaze. You remove your zip-up hoodie and place it on a chair with your bag. Kai prints the design on transfer paper, putting the placement on the back of your neck. He hands you a mirror, ensuring itâs in the correct spot.
âAlright, letâs do this,â he says.
Once youâre on the table, the once-soothing noise of the tattoo gun flips a switch, and sweat builds up in the palms of your hands. The blood rushes to your head as your head is hanging off the table. You can see Kaiâs feet as he steps on the foot pedal, ensuring his equipment works correctly.
You take a deep breath, trying to exhale fear and anxiety, but nothing works. The tattoo gun sounds closer, and the needle inches away from you. Your fists clench up, and you close your eyes, hoping itâll be over quickly.
You can feel the latex glove on your back as Kaiâs ready to outline the design. You can do this, you think.
With eyes still closed, fists clenchedâyouâre ready.
The shop's bell chimes again, but youâre too focused on this needle about to prick your skin. You can feel another presence. Their warmth is radiating on you. You figure itâs just the girl from the front, so you donât bother to open your eyes.
Your fist unclenches, and not because of your own doing. Itâs whoever is beside you. Opening your eyes, you see a pair of black motorcycle denim tucked into leather stomper boots.
âHeyâmy man,â Kai stops and acknowledges. âGood to see you, Jungkook.â
âHey,â Jungkook replies. âSorry, Iâm late.â
âNah, youâre right on time. We just started. Iâm sure ___ appreciates you being here,â Kai notes, returning to tattooing you.
You didnât want to admit it, but having Jungkookâs presence was comforting. A part of you wanted to be stubborn and pull your arm away, but considering that a needle was piercing your skinâit wasnât a good idea.
Jungkook laces his hand with yours; his thumb lightly grazes over your skin. He leans forward, whispering, âHi.â
Youâre unsure if the shiver running through your spine is because of the needle or Jungkook.
While lying on this tattoo table, youâre at war with yourself. An angel on one shoulder tells you to stay strong and not give in because heâs holding your hand. The devil, on the other hand, is telling you youâre a simp and canât resist when a man is fawning over you.
You hate that the devil is right, and youâre even considering Namjoonâs words, âYou gotta give the guy some credit. He went out of his way to make sure youâd stay single so he could finally have his chance with you. That sounds like dedication to me.â
Was it dedication or delusion?
You wonât lie. Youâve done questionable things when it came to love, too, so you couldnât blame Jungkook. Maybe you should hear him out and see what he says for himself.
Youâre silent, letting Kai do his thing. He and Jungkook chit-chat about life and future tattoos. The buzzing mechanical hum from the tattoo gun is constant and annoyingâyouâre growing numb to it like youâre growing numb to the pain.
But Jungkookâs touch? It makes you tingle. Youâre keenly aware of how his thumb strokes against your knuckleâthe constant squeezes, reassuring your anxiety when the pain shoots down your spine.
Through the years, thatâs what Jungkookâs always beenâhe soothes your pain.
Maybe heâs responsible for your current pain - the shattered relationships and this tattoo youâre getting, but he always has a back-up plan: himself. Heâs the shoulder to cry on, the hand to holdâthe constant, consistent one who shows up repeatedly.
Heâs confusing but calming, and youâre annoyed at how much you donât mind his touch. Your breathing slows, and your shoulders relax as you sink into the cushioned table.
âAlmost done,â Kai notes.
That was fast. Fifteen minutesâtops.
Kai finishes cleaning the tattoo, and after you stand up from your awkward position, youâre face to face with Jungkook. Once again, Jungkook resorted back to his favorite color: black. Heâs in an oversized long-sleeve shirt and jeans, and thereâs a silver chain adorning his neck.
His doe eyes twinkle and the corners of his mouth curve up. âThe tattoo looks good on you,â he says softly. âDo you wanna see?â
Even with a mirror, the placement makes it hard to see the finished product. You grab your phone, open the camera app, and hand it over to Jungkook. You turn around, facing the mirror, holding up your hair. You catch Jungkookâs gaze and look away. His hand gently touches the nape of your neck, removing a stray hair. He snaps a few photos, handing your phone back.
âIt looks beautiful on you.â
You mumble a word of thanks, grabbing your things, attempting to flee from his presence.
Pulling out your wallet to pay for your tattoo, you head to the front, but the girl stops you.
âJungkook already paid,â she says.
The nape of your neck warms up, and your nostrils flare. You nod at the girl. Bumping into Jungkook on the way out, you stuff your wallet back into your bag, and Jungkook follows you, catching up.
âWhy did you do that?â you ask, glaring at Jungkook.
"Because it's your birthday present. I couldn't let you pay for it."
You narrow your eyes, giving him the once over. âWhy? So you can tell the next guy I date how we have matching tattoos and scare him off?â you retort, brushing past him.
Jungkook cards his hand through his hair. âCome on, thatâs not fair,â he shouts, running after you again.
He calls out to you, making you stop in your tracks. Turning around, you breathe a heavy sigh. âYouâre right. It's not fair,â you give him a wry smile. âBut doesnât it sound like something youâd say? Mr. Liar Liar Pants on Fire.â
The third time must be the charm because heâs chasing after you again.
âHey, can we talk, please?â he implores as his eyes scan your face.
You zig-zag around him.
He repeats by running and standing in front of you. âYou canât avoid me forever.â
âWatch me,â you retort, attempting to flee again.
Jungkook holds his hand up. âJust hear me out, and if you never want to talk to me again after that, then so be it."
You huff. âOnly if you drop me off at home,â you say, crossing your arms. You donât feel like taking the subway; itâs the least he could do.
With hands in your lap, youâre waiting for Jungkook to say something, but heâs as quiet as a mouse. Heâs missed two exits and been driving in circles, going past your apartment complex for the fourth time. You wouldnât be surprised if a police car starts following you, considering how suspicious the two of you look.
You canât take it anymoreâthe endless dancing around this conversation. âI thought you wanted to talk?â you ask as your eyes flick in his direction for a moment.
He straightens his posture, gripping the steering wheel and focusing on the road. "I'm, uh, Iâm sorry for telling all those lies. It was stupid of me. I shouldâve been honest with you from the beginning.â
You bury your face in your hands before turning to him. âIf you liked me, why didnât you tell me?â
You had come up with many scenarios in your head and thought back to your conversations and interactions with him. Jungkook had so many chances to say something, but he never did.
Jungkook shrugs and looks at you briefly before returning to the road.
âItâs easy being your friend, but to be your boyfriend? That scares me.â
You get it. Opening your heart, being vulnerable, and giving your everything to one person is terrifying. Sometimes, it feels like days, months, and years are wasted with one person when it doesnât work out.
âScared youâd screw it up?â you ask, turning to him.
Jungkook hums as he pulls up to your apartment complex.
With a sigh, you admit, âYou were on your way to being a pretty good boyfriend.â
You hate that you found him so sweet and cute, even after everything thatâs happened.
âI was?â he questions with widened eyes and turns off the ignition. He shifts to face you.
âYeah,â you chuckle. Your hand lingers on the door handle. âWalk me up?â
The two of you are on opposite sides of the elevator. Jungkookâs leaning on the metal bar behind himself with his legs crossed in front of him.
He hangs his head before looking up at you. "What if I had been truthful from the beginning? Do you think we wouldâve been together?â
You press your lips together and shake your head. âI donât know, Kook. I guess weâll never know.â
When the elevator arrives at your floor, it chimes, and you exit, and Jungkook follows. You stop outside your door, watching as Jungkook leans his shoulder against the wall, facing you.
You can tell when something is brewing in Jungkookâs mind. Youâve been friends long enough for you to notice some tendencies.
With an eyebrow lifted and his tongue poking through the inside of his cheek, heâs ready to lay something on you. He licks his lips, eyes flick to yours.
âTell me you donât feel the same way,â he says.
You can feel your stomach somersaulting when he doesnât break eye contact. Your heart rate rises as you work harder to pump more blood than usual.
There were small, fleeting moments where you could picture yourself with him: weekend mornings with breakfast in bed and late-night cuddles on the couch.
âIâm trying my hardest not to feel something,â you confess. As much as he was scared to screw it up, so were you. Youâve never dated a friend. Youâve met all your ex-boyfriends through mutual friends. Youâve built fantasies of what a perfect boyfriend and relationship should look like, and Jungkook wasn't perfectâbut neither were you.
Jungkook moves closer. âSo you like me too?â His eyes dart from your parted lips to your eyes.
âI donât not like you,â you say softly, stepping forward as you play with his silver chain.
"So where does this leave us?" Heâs searching your face for an answer.
As always, your heart is at war with your head. The sensible thing to do is to stay friends. The foolish thing is to see how this could pan out. What if you could get your happily ever after?
"What would you do if I was yours?" you ask.
"If you were mine?"
You hum.
"If you were mine, I'd spend every waking minute with you. Asking anything and everything that comes to mind. I want to know what makes you happy and sad. I want to know what you love and hate. I want to know everything your heart desires." Jungkook eliminates the distance. "I'd pepper you with kisses all dayâon your neck, cheeks, forehead, lipsâeverywhere,â he says softly as his eyes never leave yours. "If you were mine, I'd never lie to you again. I'd love you with every breath and never let you go." Heâs eye to eye with you, hands cupping your face. âI wanted you from the moment I saw you. I was an idiot for not saying anything sooner. But if this is the only time I could be with you, I'll take it."
You gulp. Jungkookâs saying all the right things, everything a girl could want. You hate it. You hate that youâre a sucker for heartfelt moments and love confessions. Neverending cartwheels occupy your stomach. The little gymnast in there is going for the goldâdoing back flips and leaps; thereâs no way to stop them. Your heart beats faster for him than for anyone elseâeven more than Namjoon.
All it took was a silly agreement and a few lies to make you realize you didnât want a perfect boyfriend or relationship. Forget getting married by a certain age. Forget the expectations of you instilled by society. This boy was a bit messy, a bit ruined, but a beautiful disaster.
Whatever it looked like, you wanted him.
You take another second to look at him because what you want to say next will change your friendship.
âKiss me,â you say softly, your gaze dropping to his lips.
âAre you sure you want me to kiss you?â
You nod.
If thereâs one more thing to add to Jungkookâs list of fearsâitâs ruining your friendship.
âI wonât be able to stop if I do,â he whispers.
Restless is how you would describe Jungkook. Restless when it came to telling your exes lies. Restless in his ability to sit still. Restless as he chews on his bottom lipâit could be how he incessantly licks his lips or just lacks hydration. Youâve never noticed before how badly he needs chapstick.
But Jungkookâs within touching distance of your lips, and all you can think about is how much he needs chapstick. Your sweet peach one, you think.
Maybe you should offer him some.
âThen donât.â
Itâs slow and gentle when he kisses you. Heâs taking his time. Thereâs no urgency. No tongue, no hands beneath your shirt, or roaming your body. Nothing like that.
Itâs like heâs been waiting so long to do this. Itâs like heâs forgotten any other mouth existed but yours. Youâll forget your name or where you are when you finally break away from his lips.
He consumes every thought you have, and this is what you were afraid ofâthat youâll become addicted to his kisses. Youâre unsure how long you can stand before he has to carry you to bed.
His breath is warm and sweet. You love him breathing life into you and taking it away over and over. Your hands curl into his shirt, tugging him as close as possible. Tilting your head, you open your mouth to catch more air before kissing him again. Lips upon lips are discovering each other.
Jungkook pulls away, his nose nudging yours. He kisses the corner of your mouth and your cheek. Heâs on his tippy toes, kissing your eyelids, then your forehead.
âOkayâdonât stop,â you say, breathless, reaching for another kiss. âItâs for scientific reasons.â
He chuckles. âAre you researching how long someone can go without breathing?â
âMmhm.â You reach again, but he pulls back, making you pout.
âYou didnât answer my question from earlier, âWhere does this leave us?â he asks.
You realize he wonât kiss you until you answer him. You cock your head to the side. âI like you, but it will take a minute for me to trust you again.â
Jungkook nods. âMm, I get that. SoâŠ?â
âSoâwe should take this slow and see where it goes.â
He sucks in his lips, trying to suppress a smile. âWhat about Namjoon?â
The two of you hear someone clearing their throat, and you look in their direction as they appear from the hallway. Itâs Namjoon, giving you a quick wave.
âSorry, I didnât want to interrupt,â he says as he walks to his door. âI saw you guys when I turned the corner, but then I ducked back into the hallway, waiting for you toâŠfinish.â Namjoon presses his lips together into a smile.
You turn to Jungkook. âIâll be one second.â
With a sprint in your step, you head toward Namjoon. âIâm so sorry you saw that.â
Namjoon laughs. âWhy are you sorry? I knew I didnât have a chance against Jungkook. I was waiting for you to realize you wanted to be with him.â
Your eyes widened. âYou knew?â
His eyebrows raise, and he nods. âMmhm.â He leans forward. âWe had fun, but look at the guy.â Namjoon glances at Jungkook. âI wouldâve felt like the back-up until you two got your shit together. You donât have to worry about me. Goâheâs waiting for you.â
âThanks Namjoon.â A sense of relief rushes over you, and youâre thankful he understands.
Returning to Jungkook, youâre no longer looking at your back-up plan. Heâs the one you want to wake up next to, the one you want to laugh with, smile withâheâs become your first choice.
He extends his hand for yours. âSo, should I get my tux pressed?â
You deadpan.
âWeâre practically engaged now, right?â he jokes before leaning in for a kiss.
You press your finger into his taut chest, pushing him away. âBe fucking for real, Jungkook. Weâre going inside and watching my favorite rom-comâWhile You Were Sleeping, so you can see the consequences of how lying gets you in trouble.â
âOh, I love that one! It's the one where she pretends to be engaged to the guy in a coma, but she falls for the brother?â
You slowly turn to him, mouth agape. âYou really have seen a lot of rom-coms, havenât you?â
âI may have learned a thing or two from them.â
âYeahâlying!â You scold him as you enter the apartment. The two of you continue bickering back and forth.
Who knew youâd be living in a romantic film of your own?
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Some Things Can't Be Taught [ZCL] (M)
Description: In which you are failing college physics, and your childhood best friend offers up one of his friends as your tutorâexcept, thereâs a little something he wants to learn from you in exchange.
Genre: Smut/Fluff/Angst in some spots
Content Warnings: explicit, protected sex; awkward Chenle; reader is more experienced (Chenle is a virgin); reader and Chenle ridicule each other; use of pet name âbabyâ (Chenle isnât creative yet); oral sex (f & m receiving); alcohol consumption; explicit unprotected sex (reader on unnamed birth control lol); Chenle is somewhat of a fast learner
Word Count: 23,775
Taglist: @lostinneocity @dinosaurtoothbrushwithninjasauce @niinjo @once4sunrise @amyjipark @buns-inhiding @ti--red @defzcl @theboyz-jacob
Permanent Taglist: @sunnybutcloudy @neozon3nha @waffleuvs
Pairing: Zhong Chenle x fem!reader (features Dreamies, aespa Karina & Giselle)
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âCome on. Itâs either this or youâre gonna fail.â Your best friend, Jisung, crosses his arms over his chest. âYou need help, and I already asked him for you. He said yes, so youâll have to suck it up.â
âJi, Iâve never even met him before. Heâs a complete stranger to me, and I donât really care all that much if I fail.â
â(Y/N), itâs the first semester of college. You need to try a little harder or youâre gonna start failing everything,â Jisung scolds you.
His front door opens, and both of your gazes go toward the sound. Without even seeing who it is yet, you know exactly whatâs happening.
âPark Jisung, did you literally tell him toââ
As soon as Jisungâs friend comes into view, your words die lodged in your throat. You blink a few times to make sure youâre seeing things correctly, and then glare at the man standing next to you. All he does is raise his eyebrows in response, a grin filtering onto his face.
âWho knows,â Jisung whispers, nudging your arm. âMaybe youâll get more than a tutor.â
âEw, Sungs, the last thing I need is you trying to find me dick. Please never say that again.â
Jisungâs friend is simply unlike any other man youâve ever seen. He enters the kitchen, and despite running his fingers through his hair and sighing, he sends you a gentle smile before looking at Jisung.
âThis is the girl who needs physics help?â
âAnd maybe physical eduââ Jisung wheezes as you backhand him in the stomach, nearly keeling him over. His friend bites back a laugh before returning his attention to you.
âYes, I need help with physics. The class.â
âIs there any other kind of physics?â
You canât get a read on him. Not really. His hair is neat, not a single strand out of place, and heâs wearing jeans with a button-down tucked into them. Glasses are perched on the bridge of his nose, and heâs carrying two fairly large textbooks.
An instance of silence takes over the room, but both you and this other guy are at a complete loss on what to do next. And for some reason, you canât stop looking at him. It must be because your analysis isnât working. He intrigues you, but only in the sense that itâs rare for you to be unable to see into peopleâs souls.
â(Y/N), this is Chenle, Chenle, this is (Y/N).â Jisung gestures between the two of you once he finally catches his breath.
âHi, Chenle. Great to meet you. Jisung, can I talk to you for a few minutes? Over there?â You violently point in the opposite direction, but send a somewhat small smile over to Chenle. âSorry, weâll just be a second.â
He nods and sets his textbooks down on the counter. You pull Jisung by his wrist.
âWhatâs going on?â he asks. âIâm doing you a favor.â
âNow, I know youâve got like, six girls in your phone you couldâve asked to help me with physics. Why him?â You cross your arms over your chest.
âOkay, look. Hear me out all the way first before you punch me.â Jisung sighs and shifts on his feet. âChenle is literally the smartest person I know. Yes, including you. And heâs really nice, too, and I think youâdâŠI donât know, like him eventually if you gave him the chance. You havenât really done that recently.â
âSure, but I like being single, Sungs. If I wanted someone, I wouldâve asked.â
âYou can just let him tutor you then. I know both of you pretty well, alright? I think you two could be good for each other. By all means, donât date him or try to date him. But for the love of God, let him tutor you. Heâs gonna do it for free, and you fucking need it.â
You roll your eyes, but heâs right. Thereâs no denying it. Letting out a sigh, you finally agree, âFine. Iâll let him tutor me.â
What you told Jisung wasnât a lieâyou did like being single. And part of keeping yourself single (and happy) has been avoiding any men who might change one or both of those things. Youâd never met Chenle before today, but the second you saw him, you knew. He had the potential to ruin your lifeâŠif you let him.
So, no dating. But youâll take tutoring, because if you face the facts, Jisung is right. The last thing you need to do is fail a college course.
You and Jisung walk back over to Chenle. Heâd made himself busy with getting a water bottle out of the fridge. Once he tilts it back, you almost curse yourself for your reactionâwhy the fuck are you watching him swallow it? Imagining the liquid roll down his throat andâ
âWell, she said sheâd greatly appreciate your tutoring, Chenle.â Jisung sends a bright grin over to his friend. âAnd she happens to live right next door. I have aâŠfriend coming over, so if you two wanna get started, Iâll be here.â
Jisung wants you dead, apparently.
Chenleâs cheeks get a slight pink hue to them. âOh, I didnâtâyou wonât be there, too?â
âThe hell do I need physics help for? Iâm a dance major.â Jisung shrugs. âYou kids have fun.â
âIâm older than you.â Chenle narrows his eyes.
âYeah, me too.â You cross your arms over your chest and glare at your friend.
âBesides the point. Now, you two go. Iâve got plans today.â
âI hope you know Iâm gonna kill you. Bring a stranger into my house with no warning, what if itâs messy in there?â
âMaybe you should keep your place clean.â Jisung shrugs.
You sigh and face your new tutor. âIs that okay with you? We can reschedule for a different day if that works better for you.â
âNo, no.â Chenle shakes his head. âWeâre good. I guess I wasnât expecting toâit doesnât matter. Letâs go?â
His books are back under his arm, and he uses his other hand to tell you to go to the door first. You send one last glare at Jisung before you leave his apartment with Chenle in tow. Youâve met him all of three seconds, and now youâre bringing him into your house. Great.
âYou go to the same school as Ji?â you ask as you step inside your own place.
He runs his fingers through his hair again but nods. âYeah, but I met him over the summer. Atââ
âYou go to Jeju for the summer, too?â You raise an eyebrow at him.
âNot usually.â
âI didnât see you there,â you say, and instantly, your face heats up. âNot that itâs weird, just an observation. I was only there for like, a week, and I wouldâve remembered seeing youââ
You cut yourself off, scratching your forehead. He chuckles, the corner of his lips pulling upward slightly.
âI was only there for the last week Jisung was.â He pushes his glasses up and follows you into your kitchen. âHeâs pretty cool.â
You snort. âHeâs alright. Iâve known him my whole life, unfortunately.â
âYour parents are friends?â
âBest friends,â you tell him. âNot that anything has everâor will ever happen between us. I legitimately want to knock him out. Maybe put him in a chokehold.â
âI was kinda surprised he didnât have us stay over there,â Chenle mentions. âI thought heâd give us a little bit more of an introduction.â
âAh, him bringing a friend over means heâs about to get laid, actually,â you say, going into your fridge to grab some snacks. âDonât worry, we wonât hear anything. His roomâs not against this wall.â
His eyes widen, and he blinks incredulously at you. âAre you serious?â
âMhm.â You set the strawberries and the watermelon down on the counter and open the lids. âSurprised you didnât pick up on that. Thought it was some guy-code talk.â
âIâŠâ He pauses, scratching his forehead. âMaybe? I donât really know.â
âWant some?â You slide the fruit over to him, and you almost laugh when you see how he seems to be floundering for words.
âSure. DidâŠWhat did you want to study today?â
âTo be honest, I donât really want to at all.â You pop one of the strawberries in your mouth. âIt might be better for us to get to know each other first. Because right now, youâre a strange man in my apartment. And Iâm not very fond of strange men.â
Your satisfaction grows when the pink returns to his cheeks.
âRight, sorry. Iâm Zhong Chenle, but I think Jisung told you that already. Iâm a physics major, actually, and not to brag or anything, but Iâm the top of my class. And I alsoâŠalso really like music. Singing and writing it.â He purses his lips, and after a few moments, decides heâll take you up on the offer of snacks.
âYouâre insane for being a physics major, just so you know.â You lean forward on your counter, clasping your hands together. âMusic is cool.â
His gaze dances all over your figure, but he hides it somewhat well. You barely notice.
âYou?â
âOh, Iâm not all that interesting.â You chuckle. âI havenât declared my major yet. Not really sure what I want to do.â
âI mean, Iâm not sure what Iâll do with physics. Iâll probably have to get a Masters if I want to be anything useful.â His tongue darts out to wet his lips. He rocks back and forth on the balls of his feet, and you find the awkwardness of all of itâŠendearing, maybe. Youâll keep going a bit longer.
âI see.â Intentionally being awkward is your forte. Youâll see how much he can handle. How much heâll give back.
âWe should at least do one chapter today,â he says after almost an entire minute of silence. âI told Jisung I would help. And if you push it back, thereâs no guarantee youâll do it.â
âHm. Jisung is the only reason you want to tutor me?â You canât help the smirk on your face. Nor can you ignore the way his face hasnât lost the pink since he stepped foot in your apartment.
âIâI mean, yeah. No. Originally, yeah. He asked me to hââ he cuts himself off, a scoff escaping his lips. âIâm trying to be nice. I honestly donât have a whole lot of friends outside of Jisung, either, so I guess he thought we could be good together. As friends, of course.â
Oh, let the games begin. This man wants to be your friend, and here you are, eyeing him up and down like heâs your next meal. Getting him flustered has all but unlocked a new portion of you you had no idea existed. Every guy youâve ever dated has been your stereotypical jock, and certainly, none of them wouldâve ever been able to tutor you. But the lack of confidence on Chenleâs part should be studiedâhow does he look like that and have no confidence? It astounds you.
âOf course,â you agree, biting into a piece of watermelon. âFine. One chapter, but then you have to come with me to a party tomorrow night.â
âTomorrowâs Tuesday.â
âYeah, and?â
âWe have school on Wednesday.â He blinks at you, pure confusion behind those pretty brown eyes.
âChenle,â you deadpan. âLetting loose for one night wonât ruin your GPA. I wouldnât let you drink enough to be hung over.â
âIâve never been drunk before.â He clears his throat. âOr been to a party. That sounds like a bad idea.â
âAnd if I promise to stay with you the whole night? I promise, parties are fun. And Jisung will be there. We wonât let anything happen to you.â You stand up straight and cross your arms over your chest. âNot to mention parties are a great place to make friends.â
âIâm notâŠgreat at that.â
âOh, come on.â You glare at him. âI let you tutor me in physicsââ
âLet me?â
âYes, let. And Iâll tutor you on how to make friends. How to get out of your shell a little bit. I canât pay you money for school help, so let me do this. Itâs a good exchange.â
âI literally didnât ask for anything in exchange, though.â
âItâll make me feel better.â
He presses his lips into a thin line. âFine. But if I really donât want to do something, you canât make me.â
âDear God, obviously.â You scrunch your nose up. âFear not, Chenle, I find consent sexy.â
His lips part, but youâre pretty sure you see him gulp. You put the lids back on the containers and set them back in the fridge, sending a smile his way once youâve let him flounder enough.
âFirst step of making friends, be confident.â You point at him. âYouâre pretty nice to look at. Get rid of the awkwardness and youâll have people all over you.â
âOh, great.â Sarcasm twinges in his tone. âWhat is this? One of those makeover projects?â
âNo, of course not. Iâm not changing anything about you. I never understood why they always take the glasses off in those movies. They suit you.â You shrug and walk over to him to look at the books he has.
Your arm brushes his, and he blinks at you. When he doesnât move away, you smirk. At the end of the day, you donât want to make him uncomfortableâŠat least not in a bad sense. But teasing him? If it continues to be this easy to fluster him, then youâll have a great time with it.
âShall we?â
He nods. âUm, are we studying in here?â
âThereâs not really anywhere to sit. We can go in my room.â
âYourâ(Y/N), Iââ
âRelax, Iâm not luring you into a trap, you weirdo. Iâll be on my bed and you can use the desk.â You gesture toward your door. âWeâll even leave it open.â
âYou donât live alone?â
âNope, my roommate is at class right now. Not too sure when sheâll be back though, she spends a lot of time at her boyfriendâs house.â You walk toward your room, and he follows behind you.
âWeâll have to share the book, though.â He sets it down on the desk.
Seeing him in your room is odd, to say the least. Mostly because you just met him today, but also because he seems to fit. You sit on the edge of your bed, and with the lamp in the corner not quite bright enough to light up the whole area, it casts shadows on his face. He looks even prettier like this, and you suddenly regret bringing him in here.
âAndâŠthe light?â
You point to the wall. âThere.â
âAlright, sit at the desk. Iâll stand.â He flicks the switch on and watches you closely as you get up to do as he asks.
âAre you sure? I feel bad making you stand.â
âDonât worry about it,â he reassures you. âWe can meet somewhere else next time. Or get another chair.â
And then he puts the book in front of you, opens it to the first chapter, and places his palm flat on it to keep it on that page. Youâd attempt to ignore the way his hand looks, but the way the other one is placed behind you on the chair is a much more dangerous thought.
How Jisung knows exactly who would be your type is crazy. You hate him for it.
âCan you do a physics fun fact? Maybe itâll make my life less miserable.â You look up at him and see the gentle smile on his face.
âSure. Weâll do one every lesson. Let me think.â He ponders for a moment, pursing his lips. âDiamonds. Theyâre the hardest natural material on Earth, well, that we know of. But it has the lowest crystal packing fraction, meaning the atoms are the least densely packed.â
âThatâsâŠphysics?â
He shrugs. âSure.â
âHuh. Alright, then. I feel like I should write that down.â You grab a notebook from your drawer and scribble down what he just said.
âYou have pretty handwriting,â he mentions, a hum escaping his throat.
Leave it to you to have warmth spreading to your cheeks from a compliment on your handwriting.
âOh, thanks.â You clear your throat and slide the notebook to the side. âShould weâŠlearn, I guess?â
âYeah, for sure.â
It takes an hour to get through the first chapter, but Chenle thoroughly explains it in a way that suddenly has you understanding the very basics. As much as you hate to admit it, Jisung was right. Chenleâs a damn good tutor.
âYou caught on fast.â He nudges your arm.
âWell, you didnât explain it like a decrepit old man who speaks at one word per hour.â You chuckle. âYouâre easy to listen to.â
âWow, your poor professor.â
âNo, poor me, alright? He also stands with his elbows permanently glued to his sides. He looks like a T-rex.â
He laughs out loud at that one, reaching up to massage his forehead. âThatâs ridiculous.â
âI know. Now you know why I suck at physics.â
âYou donât suck at it,â he defends you. âIt takes time to learn. AndâŠgood teachers.â
Itâs at this point that you realize heâll be leaving. And that youâve been making him stand for an hour, itâs almost dinner time, and heâs been incredibly kind (and not weird or impatient) the entire duration.
âUm, Iâm really sorry about making you stand for so long. Can I buy you dinner? I feel bad for being a little bit of an ass earlier, too.â You push the chair back and climb to your feet. Heâs close like this, and you still have to look up slightly to catch his gaze.
âOh, Iâm supposed to go somewhere with Jisung and our other friend, Mark. If youâre okay with it, you should come.â He must be more comfortable with you, too, because he hasnât made a single move to back away from you.
âTo be honest, new people kinda scare me. I have a max amount per day.â
He smiles. âThatâs the most relatable thing youâve said all day. No worries.â
âRain check, though?â
âFor sure. Did you want to set up another session?â he asks. âWhenever works for you, I can make it happen. I have class on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays, pretty much until 5pm, but other than thatâŠdepending on how much you need, I can do all the weekdays at like, 7pm, but I obviously wouldnât stay super late. Schoolâs important, andââ
âSeven is great. Iâm gonna need a lot of help.â You stick your hands into your pockets. âAnd tomorrow? Youâre still going?â
âA dealâs a deal.â He nods.
âDo you want to meet me here? Jisungâs going, too, so he can drive the three of us.â
âSounds good.â
âAlright.â
âYep.â
âHave a good time with your friends.â
âHave a good timeâŠrecharging.â
Silence cascades over the two of you once again, and this time, itâs broken by both of you cringing and laughing at yourselves. You walk him to your front door and then find yourself in a similar situation, only now youâre in the hallway of your apartment building.
Itâs too awkward to say you want to hang out with him more, but itâs also too awkward to rush him out of the door.
âOh,â you say, reaching into your pocket for your phone. âDo you want to exchange numbers? That way if there are any changes or something, we can reach each other.â
âFor sure.â
You offer it to him with the contacts screen open, and he takes it from you. He quickly types his number in and hands it back to you. You start to say something, and then you notice Jisung out of the corner of your eye. Immediately, you snap your mouth shut and take a large step back from the man in front of you.
âIâll see you tomorrow.â
He gives you a small smile before walking toward Jisung, and without another moment of hesitation, you close your door and groan to yourself. Jisung will never let you hear the end of this. Good thing Chenle will most likely get a barrage of teasing today, because it might get it out of Jisungâs system by the time heâs around you again.
Youâre finishing up your makeup in your bathroom when Jisung stops mid-sentence, perturbed by the knock sounding on the door. With your lip gloss on, you turn to Jisung.
âI need to go change. Can you get that? Itâs Chenle.â
âItâsâŠIâm sorry, did you just say Chenleâs here?â
âWow, you can hear with those big ass ears. Iâm surprised.â You feign shock. âYes, please let him in. And donât be weird. Itâs not what you think at all, so if you make him awkward, Iâll kill you.â
âWhat is happening?â he mutters to himself as you close your bedroom door to change.
The party isnât a huge one, so you planned on going in a more relaxed outfit than you originally thought. You settle for a crop top, jeans, and boots. After you look at yourself in the mirror six times to make sure it looks fine, you leave your room to find Jisung and Chenle have barely made it a few feet inside your apartment.
Jisungâs back is to you, but Chenle faces you. It seems like he stops mid-conversation at the sight of you, and after Jisung turns to you as well, you pretend not to notice the other manâs gaze lingering on you.
âThree years later. Did you cut the shirt yourself?â Jisung grumbles.
âYouâre ridiculous. Are you guys ready?â
âWait, Chenleâs going?â Jisung glances between the two of you. âLike, for real?â
âObviously. Why else would he be here?â
âYouâŠinvited him to a party. And heâŠsaid yes.â
âSorry, Chenle, sometimes I have to repeat things seven times for him to understand me. Can we go?â
Jisungâs at a loss, which makes both you and Chenle chuckle. The car ride to the party is fairly short, but you let Chenle take the front seat, and you sit in the middle in the back. Leaning forward, you rest your elbows on the center console as you talk to the two men.
âYou guys are hanging out at this party together?â Jisung asks.
âNow youâre just making it weird,â the other man mentions, pushing his glasses up. âShe invited me. I wasnât gonna say no.â
âI invite you places all the time.â
âWell, Sungs.â You pat his shoulder. âShould I point out the obvious differences? Iâm more charismatic than you. And cuter.â
You grin to yourself at the plastering of pink on Chenleâs cheeks, and he averts his gaze out the window to avoid Jisung seeing.
You walk in front of them, essentially leading them into this house. Your friend throws these all the time, and you and Jisung are always on the invite list. Mostly because youâre a package deal at this point, but also because youâre pretty sure your friend has a crush on him.
âIâm gonna get a drink.â You head toward the kitchen, and when you glance back, Chenle is following behind you.
âJisung found a girl, I think,â he explains. âIs it okay if Iââ
âYou think Iâd leave you by yourself? You donât even really want to be here. Of course, you can hang out with me.â You pause and wait for him to catch up, and then loop your arm through his.
Heâs surprised at first but allows you to guide him through the crowd of people. There are several of your friends in the kitchenâKarina, Jaemin, and Renjun. They all light up at the sight of you, but then immediately catch where youâre attached to Chenle.
âSorry, thereâs more than one new person here for you.â You look back at him quickly. âTheyâre all nice, donât worry.â
âI think Iâve met that one,â Chenle says. âRenjun, right?â
You beam at him. âRight. Thatâs good then.â
Chenle stands next to you on the opposite side of the kitchen island as you animatedly talk to your friends. You introduce him to them, explain how heâs your new tutor (Jisung sponsored), and that you thought itâd be cool for him to hang out with everyone. Your group is immediately welcoming, and soon enough, Jaemin offers to pour you guys each a drink.
You glance at Chenle. âYou donât have to drink if you donât want to.â
âI never have.â He shrugs. âFirst time for everything, right?â
âRum and Coke,â you tell Jaemin. âGo easy on the rum, though. We donât want to be dragged out of here.â
Once the drinks are poured into the red cups, Jaemin hands them to the two of you. You sip yours, watching Chenle closely as he lifts it to his lips. Just like with that fucking water bottle yesterday, you canât help but stare as he swallows the liquid, and you know damn well your friends are clocking this whole thing.
âNot bad,â he says.
âThereâs barely any alcohol in it,â you tease him. âDid you want to go sit down? Jaeminâs selective about whoâs allowed in the living room, so the couch will be open.â
âSelective?â
âWell, one time, this random couple hooked up on his old couch. Like, in front of everyone. It was crazy. But he also replaced that couch, so no need to worry about it being gross.â You laugh as Chenleâs jaw drops.
âPeople justâŠdo that at parties?â
âNot typically in the middle of the party, but sometimes, yeah. But that doesnât mean you have to, so donât freak out.â You grab his wrist and lead him toward the couch, glad to see that the only other people in there are Jeno, Giselle, Jisung, and a girl you donât recognize sitting on his lap.
âThis is already a lot better,â Chenle murmurs, his breath brushing your ear as he leans down to tell you.
âGood,â you reply.
âWell, well, well.â Jisung clicks his tongue. âYou were supposed to be a good influence on her, not let her poorly influence you.â
âThereâs like, half a shot of rum in there.â You sneer at your best friend.Â
âWhatever. Plan is working.â
You flip him off, and then you and Chenle take a seat opposite of everyone. He keeps a respectful distance from you and holds his cup with both hands, nervously glancing around.
âDonât tell me you put Chenle in (Y/N)âs line of fire,â Giselle teases, grinning widely.
âYou guys are gonna make him think Iâm weird,â you complain. You touch Chenleâs arm. âIâm not evil, theyâre just assholes.â
âIâm inclined to believe you, I think.â He shrugs. Attempting to hide the humorous gleam in his eyes, he takes another sip of his drink.
The night passes by somewhat quickly, and eventually, the whole group is in the living room, meaning no one is really paying attention to you and Chenle anymore. Youâve had enough to start feeling a buzz, and the way the pink on Chenleâs cheeks has become permanent tells you he might be a bit past that part himself.
âMaybe we should get some water,â you whisper to him. âAre you okay?â
He nods, and when he looks at you, you almost recoil at how close it makes you. Resting his head back on the cushion, he takes a deep breath. âThis is nice. Iâm not really stressed about anything right now.â
âYeah, it happens like that.â You allow yourself a brief glance over the length of his throat, and the alcohol coursing through you has you wanting more than youâd ever admit out loud.
âCan I tell you a secret?â He lets out a sigh.
âIf you want to, sure.â You nod.
âThink youâre really pretty.â He laughs, scrunching up his nose. âAnd talking to you is cool.â
âWell, if it helps at all, I think youâre pretty, too.â Your heart warms at the sight of him like this. Youâve known him just over twenty-four hours, but you knew he needed thisâa way to relax and stop worrying about life. Youâre not sure exactly what parts are stressing him out, but he needed to get away from them regardless.
âThank you for not making that weird.â He scratches his forehead. âMaybe I should drink water.â
âStay here, Iâll get it for you.â You set your cup down on the coffee table and go back into the kitchen.
As youâre grabbing two water bottles from the fridge, youâre joined by Jisung.
âYouâre taking care of him now?â
âRelax. Itâs a water bottle.â You shake your head. âItâs not like that.â
âSure.â
âIâm surprised you came up for air. Breaking away from whatâs-her-face mustâve been difficult.â You stop in the doorframe and sigh. âYou were right, though. Heâll be a good friend.â
âThatâs all I needed.â Jisung grins. âBoth of you need more of those.â
âI take it back. Weâre gonna fight outside.â
âIâd drop your ass and you know it,â your best friend jokes. âBut try if you must.â
You make it back to Chenle, who gratefully accepts the bottle from you. When you sit, you donât realize how much closer the two of you were from when you first sat down. Thereâd been a good foot of space between you guys, and now your thigh brushes his.
âAre you tired?â you ask him. âI can take you home.â
âGoâŠhome. LikeâŠwith you?â His gaze drags over you, and your eyes widen.
âAs in, I drop you off at your home, and then I go to mine.â You put your hand on his knee. âAre you alright?â
âI never told you the physics fun fact of the day.â He points at you. âThe screens of smartphones work thanks to the electric charges leaving our fingers. But yours didnât. âCause you didnât text me.â
âDid I leave you waiting?â You nudge him.
He nods. âMhm. Itâs not nice.â
âAlright, Iâm sorry.â You bite back a smile. Who knew a somewhat tipsy man could be so fucking cute? âIâll text you right now.â
You grab your phone and send him a message. It vibrates in his pocket.
âOh, hold on. I think someone just texted me.â He grabs it and checks it, and then grins widely. âIt was you.â
âIt was me, yes.â You wave Jisung down, waiting until heâs close enough to hear you. âCan you take him home? Itâs best if heâs done for tonight.â
âYouâre staying?â
âFor now, yeah. I had too much to drive him.â
âSure. Is he coherent?â Jisung glances at the other man. âHangover bets?â
âHe wonât be hung over. He had like three drinks with barely any alcohol. Donât tease him. Be nice and take him home. Make sure he actually makes it to his bed, okay?â
âJeez, what are you, his mom?â
âMy momâs at home right now,â Chenle mutters.
âYeah, Iâll make sure heâs okay.â
The next morning, you didnât receive a message from Chenle. You were curious as to how he was feeling and if heâd been okay all night. And you thought about messaging him closer to seven when he was supposed to show up, but you decided not to. If he didnât come at the scheduled time, you could do it then.
But he did.
He showed up with his textbooks in hand, and an apology for his actions on the tip of his tongue. You quickly brushed it under the rugâif anyone knows anything about drunk thoughts, itâs you. All discussion of the night before was done after that, and the two of you simply continued your tutoring.
Weeks later, it was 7:30pm on a Thursday, and you were sitting on your bed, your back against the wall and your arm pressed against Chenleâs. The physics book was open across both laps, and his soft voice guided you through whichever lesson you were on now.
âSo, the universe is still growing?â you ask.
âOh, yeah. Every second itâs expanding. It has been for billions of years and will continue on for another billion years after weâre gone.â His eyes widen as he shifts to get a better look at you. âThink about it. All those stars out there, the planets. Weâre still discovering new ones almost every new place we unlock. This is my favorite part of physicsâlearning why everything is the way it is. Real explanations, and not justâŠtalk.â
Those same stars heâs talking about? Youâre pretty sure theyâre scattered in his gaze, staring right back at you as he allows his passion to shine through.
âChenle,â you say, pausing briefly. âCan I ask you something?â
âAnything.â
âYou told me before youâve never dated anyone. Why?â
âOh.â He clears his throat. âI never really wanted to. Iâm focused a lot on my schoolwork and stuff, I figured I wouldnât have time. So, I justâŠdidnât. And letâs be honest here, itâs not like I had a whole lot of prospects, anyway.â
You stare at him with a raised brow before he returns the expression.
âWhat? Iâm serious.â
âYouâve got to be joking. Like actually.â
âCome on, all I do is study. I donât even really talk to anyone, so how would I have had any?â He sits up further and stretches, moving his glasses to rub his eyes.
âWell, now you do talk to people. Anyone youâve been interested in?â
âI thought we were doing this to make me friends, not find me a girlfriend.ïżœïżœ He presses his lips together. âBesides, I donât have any time. I probably wonât until after I graduate.â
âDude, you spend pretty much every night with me. Thatâs why you donât have time. And being interested in someone doesnât necessarily mean you have to date them.â You cross your arms over your chest.
âRight, and so what does that interest even do, then?â
âI have to spell this out for you?â You narrow your eyes at him.
âIâm genuinely confused.â
âHook up with someone. College is important, yeah, but have some fun.â
He laughs. âI donât want that, either. We both know I donât have the confidence for something like that, and it doesnât sound all that appealing. Not that I judge people who do. Iâm obviously friends with Jisung. And I genuinely wouldnât have any clue how to handle that situation.â
âItâs very simple. You approach girl, flirt, make her laugh, dance a little, and then if sheâs into you, you take her somewhereââ
âNot what I meant.â
Your jaw drops as realization hits you, and you slap your hand over your mouth. âOh, my God, Iâm sorry. I didnât even think youâdâand now Iâm being an asshole because Iâdude.â
âRelax,â he says. âItâs not really a big deal. You didnât mean anything by it, and if anything, itâs flattering you didnât think that was a possibility.â
âDear God, someone delete me from this Earth.â You glance up at the ceiling. âSo, obviously, donât hook up with random people if thatâs not how you want to lose it. Is it one of those waiting til marriage things?â
âNo.â He shakes his head. âJust no opportunities have presented themselves that seemed worth it. In the past.â
âThis is embarrassing. For me, not you.â You drop your head in your hands. âIâm sorry if I made you uncomfortable.â
He puts his hand on your shoulder. âYou donât make me uncomfortable. I wouldnât have told you if that were the case. Letâs just stick to finding me friends for now, alright?â
âOf course, yeah. That makes sense.â You take a deep breath, pausing. âIâm getting hungry. Do you wanna go get some food?â
âSure, sounds good. Iâll pay this time.â
âNo, you wonât.â You poke his chest. âNice try, though.â
You spring up from your bed, suddenly feeling as if the distance between him and your bedroom needs to be far greater than what it has been. Time to erase the last ten minutes from your memory and hope it doesnât make absolutely everything weird between the two of you.
Everything was normal until the next Saturday. You donât usually see Chenle on the weekends unless thereâs a party youâre dragging him to. Today, you hoped to relax your brain and take a day for yourself, but the knock at your door decided otherwise.
You open it, and Chenle stands there, looking as if heâs about to be sick to his stomach. Recoiling, you step back to let him in, and he enters without a word.
âAre you okay?â you ask. âYou didnât tell me you were coming.â
âI donât want to be a virgin anymore.â
You flounder for words, unsure of how to handle this situation. âI thought you wanted a real opportunityââ
âOpportunities are made, arenât they?â He wets his lips. âHow do IâŠI donât want to be fucking awful when I do find someone, okay?â
âChenle, thatâs a wild way to think of it. If you want to be with someone you love, and youâre in a relationship long enough to get to that point, the other person should be understandingââ
âItâs not a big deal. Societal constructs or whatever.â
âIâŠOkay. Iâll help you find someone.â Your brain whirls at the sudden switch, and you shift on your feet. âAre you sure?â
Thereâs a moment of silence, accompanied with him looking up at the ceiling briefly, as if there are words locked in his throat he desperately wants to let out. He curses under his breath and shakes his head.
âI donât want someone random.â
âYou have someone in mind?â
âThis is so fucking embarrassing.â He laughs at himself and pinches the bridge of his nose. âPlease donât be weirded out by this. But I need to be with someone I trust, and youâŠyouâre the only girl I trust.â
The shock hits you so hard, youâre almost knocked off balance. You knew Chenle had gotten more comfortable with you, but this stretches a bit beyond that. And before you knew he was a virgin, you wouldnât have said no to hooking up with him.
âMe.â You gulp. âYou wantâŠto have sex with me.â
âOkay, now itâs weird.â His fists clench at his sides and he avoids your gaze. âForget I came by, okay? Iâm sorry that was so weird, we can just never talk about it again, and Iâll keepâŠbeing me, andââ
âSlow down, please.â You card your fingers through your hair and try to force the shock away. âI didnât even respond. Give me like three seconds to wrap my head around it.â
He nods in response, staring down at his feet.
âSo, youâŠyou trust me. And because of that, you want me to take your virginity?â Youâre still not completely caught up.
âYeah, it sounded better in my head, I think.â
âIs that the only reason you want me instead of someone else?â you ask.
âWhat do you mean by that?â He plays with the bottom hem of his T-shirt. âBut youâre notâitâs not like that. I trust you. We both know I think youâre pretty. Iâve learned a lot ofâŠthings from you, and I thought that maybe we couldââ
âYou want sex lessons.â
âCan youâMy God, please donât say it like that.â He cringes.
âItâs not weird,â you reassure him. âI didnât expect this. At all, clearly. Um, I need a little bit of time to think about it.â
âIâm so sorry. I donât want things to change with us because youâre really a great person, and IâŠYou know I wonât be mad at you or anything if you say no. I get it.â
âI didnât think you would be.â You pause. âIâll give you an answer tomorrow. I need to process a little more.â
âOf course. Thank you. Either way.â
More silence.
âUm, did you know that sound waves could heat up cold soup?â
The awkwardness swarming the two of you shatters as you laugh. âYouâre ridiculous. Truly the only man I know thatâll proposition sex in one sentence and then move on to fucking physics.â
âIcebreakers. They work wonders.â He shrugs.
If it was possible for your brain to be on one topic for an entire twenty-four hours, thatâs exactly what happened to you. When the topic first came up, Chenle seemed like he wanted someone special to share the moment with. Now, he wants to get it out of the way. And he wants your help. If he regrets it, thereâs literally nothing youâll be able to do to change that. And youâd undeniably been attracted to him from the moment you saw him, but that doesnât mean this was the best way to go about this. He trusts you. He said that with his whole chest, and youâre not sure if thatâs the entire reason. So you came up with some stipulations, and if any of them are a no for him, then you wonât do it. Youâre about as nervous as he was when he came over to ask you, but you text him and tell him to come over. When he sits next to you on your couch, you fidget with your hands in your lap. You donât know exactly how to just say it.
âBefore I make my decision, there are a few things youâd have to be okay with.â You clear your throat, and you watch realization dawn on his face.
âOkay. What is it?â he asks.
âFirst, Iâm clean and on birth control, so protection is up to you whether or not you want to use it. But itâs a good habit to start, obviously. For when youâŠeventually hook up with other people, too.â
He gulps. âThat makes sense.â
âWe donât tell Jisung.â
âI think heâd kill me if he knew, anyway.â He grips his thighs tightly, fingers digging into the fabric of his jeans.
âIf I do something or ask you to do something you donât want to do, tell me. I would never get mad at you for telling me no, okay?â
âSame would go to you.â
âIf you were to everâŠfind that youâre falling for me, or catching feelings, you have to tell me. And weâll stop.â You analyze him closely, waiting for any change in his face.
He chews on his bottom lip, but ends up nodding.
âYou still have to tutor me in physics. And if things get too awkward and I fail, Iâll kill you.â
That one makes him laugh, and his grip on his legs relaxes. âI wonât let you fail.â
âWeâll still be friends after this?â you inquire. âLike, weâre not gonna do this and then youâll fall off the face of the Earth or anything?â
âItâsââ
âDonât tell me itâs impossible. Just answer the question.â
He gives you a soft smile. âIâm not going anywhere. Promise.â
With that, you stand up and hold out your hand. He stares blankly at you, lips slightly open as he tries to figure out what youâre trying to do.
âNo better time than the present.â
âOh, weâŠyouâŠweâre gonna do this now?â He stands up.
âWe donât have to. Letâs see where it goes.â You grab his hand and tilt your head at him. âIf youâre okay with that.â
âItâs justâŠIâd want to get condoms, and I didnât bring any because I thought this was going in a completely different directionââ
âI have some.â
âYouâŠâ He wets his lips. âOkay, yeah. Letâs, um, see where it goes.â
Chenle allows you to guide him into your room, and then heâs sitting on the edge of your bed. Giving yourself one more mental pep talk, you straddle his lap, not quite sitting all the way down yet. His breath hitches, and his fists clench at his sides.
âRelax,â you whisper. âYou know Iâll take care of you. You can touch me.â
He hesitantly lifts his hands up to find your waist, barely gripping you while refusing to break eye contact.
âHave you ever kissed someone before?â you ask, unable to hide how closely youâre staring at his parted lips.
âNot recently,â he responds. âProbably not one that counts.â
âFollow my lead, okay? And you can stop me at any point if you want to.â
You adjust yourself and sink down on his lap. Heâs already half hard, the firmness of his length pressing into your core.
âSorry,â he mutters. âItâsâŠâ
âDonât apologize.â You chuckle, almost breathlessly. âThatâs whatâs supposed to happen.â
He scoffs at you, his pointed look does well in breaking the awkward tension between the two of you. You cup his cheek, eyes trailing over his face as you trace his bottom lip with your thumb.
He watches you through a curious, almost hazy gaze. Like heâs admiring you with him like this. Swallowing the rest of your nerves, you lean forward and press your mouth to his. He inhales sharply, his fingers gripping your shirt. The movement is awkward, and he doesnât reciprocate right away.
âChenle,â you say. âI said follow my lead. You have toâŠmove your lips a little.â
âSorry, itâs newââ
âStop apologizing. Thereâs nothing wrong with any of it. Just listen and learn.â
He nods, and you return to kiss him. This time, he matches your movements, and thatâs when you realize just how fast of a learner he is. You reach up to weave your fingers into his hair. He gasps, pulling away to look at you. Your lip gloss shines on his lips, and youâre certain that a new part of yourself has been unlocked.
âYouâreâŠso pretty.â His voice strains.
âWhat do you want?â you ask.
âYou.â He gulps. âI-if thatâs okay.â
âHave you thought about this before?â You trace along his jawline. âMe?â
He sucks in a breath. âI didnât mean to. At first. And then youâŠwe talked about hooking up with people, and all I could see was you.â
âWhat kind of thoughts, Chenle?â While all you want to do is keep kissing him, you move your lips down from his jaw to his neck.
â(Y/N), Iââ
âIf you want to do this, you have to stop being scared of saying the wrong thing,â you hum, and when you find his pulse thrumming beneath your lips, you gently bite down.
âFuck,â he chokes out. âI-Iâve seen enough porn, okay? I donât usually think about people I know like that, but Iâve imagined what youâd feel like.â
The desperate twinge to his voice has you wishing you could clench your thighs together. You donât want to do too much right off the bat, but heâs fully hard beneath you now, pressing directly into your core. Despite your own slight embarrassment, you allow your lips to brush his ear.
âDo you touch yourself to those thoughts?â
His grip tightens again, and his pants nearly turn into whines. âYes.â
âI think we should slow down,â you tell him. âDonât wanna overwhelm you.â
He sighs when you lift yourself off his lap. You take your usual spot against the wall and pat the bed next to you, and he joins you without hesitation. When you lean in to kiss him, he quickly reciprocates. Youâre surprised by how fast he caught on to the movement, because the kiss is nothing but enjoyable for you.
âCan I touch you?â you ask, tapping your fingers on his upper thigh.
He nods fervently, but quickly pulls you back into a kiss. You smile against his lips before popping the button on his jeans. He curses quietly at the sound of you pulling his zipper down. You push down on them, and he lifts his hips to assist you. Pausing the kiss, you look down at where he strains in his boxers.
âItâs not gonna take very long.â He lets out a weak laugh. âDonât wanna make a mess.â
âLet me worry about that,â you tell him.
You pull back for a split second to look at his face, finding lust waltzing around in his irises. He either canât hide it or doesnât want to, but you have him wrapped around your finger. His lips are swollen from kissing you, and heâs never been more attractive to you. Your thighs clench together, and the warmth between them is undeniable.
âYou sure?â you whisper.
He nods, and you go back for another kiss in an attempt to distract him from you pulling at the hem of his boxers. The sound that escapes from his mouth into yours sends a shiver up your spine. God, the things youâd do to him if it wouldnât melt his brain. You trail your finger up his length, collecting some of the precum from his tip.
He curses but doesnât break the kiss, his hand now tightly gripping your thigh. His touch sends sparks through you, and you wrap your hand around him.
You stroke him up and down, grinning into the kiss when you feel how he pulses against your palm. He struggles to keep his focus on kissing you the longer you slowly pump his cock. You sink your teeth into his bottom lip, gently tugging it as you rub your thumb across his tip. A long moan escapes his mouth, and his head thuds back against the wall, and within seconds strings of white pump from him.
You catch as much of it as you can in your hand and kiss him again to quiet him down. This exchange is softer, slower than your previous, and he all but melts into you as he attempts to calm his breathing.
âIâm sorry,â he says. âIââ
âDonât apologize.â You slide away from him to grab a towel from your closet. âThat was the whole reason I did it.â
You wonât tell him how weak your legs are and how bad you want his hands all over you, considering itâs very likely he wouldnât know what to do with you anyway. As soon as your hand is cleaned off, you come back to find him zipping and buttoning his pants.
âCan I ask you something?â He chews the inside of his cheek.
âChenle, my hand was just on your penis. Of course, you can ask me anything.â You chuckle at him.
âDid thatâŠdo anything to you? Are you turned on?â
Embarrassment replaces the heat already on your cheeks as you turn to him. âI mean, yeah. But thatâs a good thing, obviously.â
âYou donât want me to help you?â
For the thousandth time this weekend, youâre floundering for words in his presence, but you canât deny how much you do, indeed, want that. You figured heâd not even think about it, leave, and then you could just take care of yourself instead.
âIâŠâ
âIf not, thatâs okay. But I didnât want to learn how it felt for just me, you know.â He shifts to the edge of the bed and holds his hand out to you. âCâmon. Show me how to help you. Besides, I definitely owe you now.â
âOkay.â You step toward him and slide your palm on his, gasping when he tugs you into him.
He moves to place your back against the mattress, your head hitting the pillows. Hovering over you, he allows his gaze to travel down to your mouth. You spread your legs to accommodate him, grabbing his hand and placing it on your thigh.
âYou could say IâveâŠstudied this part a little.â He wets his lips. âBut I donât hold too much stock in that stuff being real, soâŠâ
You chuckle. âThatâs good. Porn is very unrealistic.â
âHow do you want me to do this?â he asks. âUm, I can use my hand or if you want oral, thatâsâŠyeah.â
âLetâs make sure youâre good with your hands first, alright?â You weave your fingers through his hair and rub your thumb against his scalp.
âI want you to feel good, too.â He furrows his eyebrows as if heâs trying to figure something out. When he leans down, he brushes his lips against your jawline, mimicking the way you kissed his neck earlier.
âChenle,â you whisper, letting your head fall back against the pillow. âCome lay next to me.â
He listens to you quickly, making sure your back is flat against his chest. His arm is snug around your waist as he brushes your hair out of the way to leave wet, open-mouthed kisses along your neck. You skin buzzes everywhere he touches you.
âDonât be afraid of me, okay?â you tell him. âForeplay is the most important part of sex for a girl. Itâs harder for us to finish, so youâve gottaâŠbe deliberate.â
âMhm,â he hums, squeezing your hip.
âYou can explore.â
âShow me where.â He most likely meant it to make sure he doesnât do anything you donât want him to, but as you place your hand over his to guide him, more warmth spreads between your thighs. You slide him beneath your shirt, slowly moving him over your skin.
âYouâre so warm.â He kisses your shoulder. âSoft.â
You stop at your breasts, a soft moan escaping you as you have him squeeze. Your head falls against his chest, and you bite your lip as you move him beneath your bra. He whispers a curse, and you canât stop yourself from squirming against him.
You move your hand away from his, and he moves to your other breast. His thumb brushes over your nipple, and your eyes nearly roll back into your head. Sure, you told him what to do, but the feeling of his fucking hands on you has your fantasies running wild.
âWas that okay?â he asks.
You nod and tug on his wrist. âNow, when you really start, you have to make sure whoever youâre with is wet. If sheâs really wet, itâll feel better for both of you.â
âHow will I know the difference betweenââ
âTouch me.â You push him toward the apex of your thighs. âThatâs what really wet feels like.â
He slides his hand beneath your shorts. â(Y/N), I donâtâŠI donât know howââ
âItâs okay,â you say, putting your palm on him again. âIâll show you.â
He cups your core and gently rubs back and forth. âDoesnât this ruin your panties?â
âPrecisely why I try to take them off as quickly as possible in these situations, smart ass.â You scoff. âAre you sure you want to do this? Itâll get messy.â
âYou caught my cum in your hand. Itâs the least I can do.â He shifts down a bit and waits for you to look at him so he can kiss you. In the midst of the kiss, you move him beneath your panties. He lets out a shaky sigh when he feels the wetness against his skin.
âFew, um, key things going on here,â you tell him. You position his fingers over your clit. âThis is the clit. Donât ever forget that. Itâs arguably the most important thing on my body. InâŠthis case, I mean.â
âMhm.â His breathing is uneven against your neck, but he listens intently.
You move further down to your entrance. âThis is where youâre gonna put those pretty fingers to use, okay?â
âYouâre so wet,â he comments, his forehead dropping on your shoulder. âI canât believe this is happening.â
You pull him back to your clit. âStart here. Donât be a psycho. Going slow is good until she tells you to hurry the fuck up.â
âStop saying it like that,â he says, allowing you to move him in whatever way will make you feel good.Â
âLike what?â you ask, your hips unintentionally grinding down on his fingertips.
âShe. Iâm with you right now. Only wanna think about you.â He clicks his tongue. âI got it now.â
âYeah?â
âYeah.â
You move your hand away from his, sighing as he continues his circles. âWhen you put your fingers in, use your thumb to keep rubbing the clit.â
âIs it normal that I really feel like I might cum in my pants?â He chuckles.
âConsidering this is your first time touching a real vagina, yes.â
He slides his fingers inside you, the length of them alone making your eyes roll back. When you moan, he lets out a similar sound, his hips pushing against your ass. You close your eyes, truly not expecting much out of him in the slightest. Youâll probably have to remind himâ
His thumb finds your clit as he starts pumping his fingers inside you, and your back arches from the pleasure. Youâre desperate to finish from getting him off earlier, and you start to believe he might just get you there.
âIf itâsâŠitâs this tight with my fingers, how doesâŠgood fucking God, (Y/N), youâre fucking perfect.â He picks up his speed a little, and you feel that knot tying deep in your stomach.
âWhatever you do, donât fucking change anything,â you practically whimper the words out, rocking your hips in time with his hand. Your walls clamp down on his fingers, and you let out a loud moan, your nails digging into his wrist as he continues his work between your legs.
Once overstimulation sets in, you close your thighs around him until he gets the hint that youâre done. He gently removes himself from your panties and settles your shorts back in the proper spot. You pant while he kisses your neck.
âI feel like everything makes sense now,â he mutters.
âWhat do you mean?â
âWhy people are so obsessed with sex. I get it.â
âYou havenât even had sex yet.â You chuckle and turn toward him. âUm, you can stay if you want to, but donât feel like you have to. I know you have class tomorrow.â
âI definitely would, but I for sure came in my pants. So Iâve gotta go home and change.â He pauses and wets his lips. âIf you come with me, you could stay at mine.â
âChenle, thatâŠâ you trail off with a sigh. âThat sounds like weâd be crossing a friendship line, you know?â
âOh. Yeah, of course. Donât even worry about it, I donât know whatâs normal in these situations, so IâllâŠjust go home. And Iâll see you tomorrow, right? Normal time?â His cheeks are stained pink as he lifts himself off your mattress.
You nod, frowning to yourselfâyou donât want him to leave. You want him to lay next to you all night, and no part of that sounds like a good idea.
âHave a good night, Chenle.â You clasp your hands together in your lap.
âYou, too.â And then heâs gone, and you fall back against your mattress.
You wonât get him out of your brain any time soon, but at the very least, you hope itâs not going to make everything awkward between the two of you. He wanted lessons, plural, so you can only think that means heâll want to have real sex. More than once.
You grab your pillow and put it over your face, screaming into it.
This, you fear, is only the beginning.
âChenle, itâs been two hours. Please put the book down. I canât think anymore today.â You rest your head back on the wall.
âYouâve got a test coming up,â he mentions as he gives you a pointed look. âIf you donât do well, thatâs a direct reflection on me.â
âMm, no. I think itâs a reflection of me not being able to shove all of this in my brain.â You drop your head in your hands.
He stops for a moment, and then ultimately decides to close the book. âMaybe I should come earlier tomorrow?â
Without another thought, you rest your head on his shoulder and sigh. He tenses for a brief second, but quickly relaxes. Neither of you are quite used to the physical affection aspect, but after last night, youâre not too sure you have to hold back anymore.
âAre you okay?â he asks.
âMy brain hurts.â
âIâm serious.â
âMe, too,â you reassure him. âIf there was something wrong, Iâd tell you.â
âCâmere.â He wraps his arm around you and pulls you closer to him, all before resting his head on top of yours.
You shouldnât enjoy it. In fact, you should be encouraging him to do the exact opposite of this, but, for some reason, you crave his comfort. Your day was unnaturally long, and with a test coming up, you need all of the support you can get.
âI know Iâm not Jisung, but you can talk to me about anything, you know.â His voice rumbles quietly, and he reaches up to play with your hair.
âWe shouldnât be this close right now,â you say.
âI know.â He sighs.
Your heart twists in your chest. Both of you are fully aware of what all of this could meanâof the risk youâre taking by opening up a connection like thisâbut at the same time, neither of you are moving to change it.
âAnd itâdâŠbe wrong to kiss you, wouldnât it?â Chenle taps his fingers on your arm. âBecause we only do that duringâŠI donât know, whatever you want to call them. Lessons?â
Fuck, you want to kiss him, too.
âIâŠI think we make the rules.â You lift your head to lean toward him. âBesides, maybe you could use another lesson. Do you want that?â
âI havenât stopped thinking about you,â he admits. âBut I donât want you to think thatâs all Iâm doing here.â
You close the distance, pressing your lips to his. He puts his hand on the back of your head and sighs into your kiss. You shift closer to him. With your full attention on him, you drag you hand down his chest, down, down, downâ
Your front door opening sends the two of you flying apart, and you curse under your breath. Chenle gets up from your bed, but not without kissing you one last time. You hate how fucking giddy it makes you feel.
â(Y/N), are you asleep with your lights on?â Jisungâs voice carries from the living room.
âItâs almost 10 oâclock,â Chenle mutters to you.
The two of you walk out together, and Jisung glances between you and Chenle, then down at his phone to look at the time.
âChenleâs still here.â
âYeah, we were studying. I have a test on Friday.â You cross your arms over your chest. âI think we fell asleep for a little bit.â
âHuh.â
âI was actually just leaving.â He almost reaches out to touch you, but opts against it and nods at you instead. âIâll see you tomorrow.â
You watch Chenle leave, and you know youâre in for a long conversation with Jisung. Rubbing your eyes, you head into your kitchen to get some water, and as soon as you take a sip, of course, Jisung opens his mouth.
âI think heâs a virgin.â
You nearly spit out your water. âWhat the fuck, Sungs?â
âJust in case you were thinking about doing anything with him.â
âFirst of all, why would him being a virgin matter? And second of all, why are you even thinking of me thinking about wanting to do something with him?â
Jisung looks you up and down. âYou fell asleep, huh?â
âWhat?â
âDude, look at you. Your hairâs messy, it looks like you spent an hour biting his lips, be so for real right now.â He scoffs and shakes his head. âJust be gentle with him when you break his heart. I like him.â
âIâm notâJisung, for the love of God, I donât plan on banging him.â
âYouâre such a liar. I know you too well. But Iâll let you live in your land of delusion.â
When you passed your exam (with flying colors), you hadnât expected Chenle to show up to your house that weekend. He showed up with Thai food, a bottle of wine, and a smile to rival the entire sky full of stars outside your window.
âYou passed.â
âWhatâs all this for?â You chuckle as you close the door behind him before following him into your kitchen. âIt was just a test.â
âJust a test,â he tsks, narrowing his eyes at you. âYouâve been studying for it for weeks.â
âIf youâre gonna drink, Iâm not letting you drive home,â you say.
He turns to your cabinet and grabs out a couple wine glasses. âIs that okay with you?â
You nod, opening the bag he brought. Somehow, heâd gotten so comfortable here in your apartment that he was aware where you kept things. He knew what kind of Thai food you like, and if you were to taste it right now, youâd be willing to bet he knew the exact spice level you liked. He hasnât acted weird at all since last weekend, and youâre beginning to wonder if youâre the problem. If the only reason all of these things are âweirdâ because youâre making them that way. He seems perfectly content living whatever way the two of you have been for months now.
âAre you okay?â he asks as he fills the glasses with red liquid.
âYeah, of course.â You accept one from him and bring it up to your lips. âAre youâDid you know you know where everything is in my apartment?â
He chuckles and scrunches his nose. âI wouldnât say I know where everything is. But we study here all the time, so I think itâs natural to learn those things. Plus, Iâm a fast learner.â
His words take you right back to last week, to him being in your bed with you, and you know damn well heâs right. Fast learner, indeed.
âIâŠI didnât ask if I could do all of this, though.â Realization dawns on him as he takes in everything sprawled out on the counter. âIâm sorry, I shouldâve. Honestly, I was just proud of you for passing because youâve been working so hard. I never would do something with the intention ofââ
âYou ramble when youâre nervous.â You tilt your head at him.
âLong story short, Iâm sorry.â
âDonât be,â you tell him, putting your hand on his. âItâs sweet. I appreciate it, really.â
The two of you share normal, everyday conversation while you eat, and thankfully, the awkwardness fades away. You two easily finish the bottle of wine, and once youâre both done, youâre exhausted.
âYou can stay with me,â you tell him. âUnless youâd be more comfortable on the couch.â
He shakes his head and follows you into your bedroom. Considering how much time he spends in there, you expect it to feel more natural to crawl into bed with him. The gentle buzz of the wine in your veins calms you, but when heâs finally next to you and youâre curling into his chest, you fear even that canât save you from the inherent danger of the situation youâre putting yourself in.
Youâll never forget the look on his face when he first sees you naked. Nor will you forget the power it sent raging through your bloodstream. Youâre straddling his lap, your mouth gently working on his as his hands explore over your back.
âAre you sure?â you ask breathlessly. âThis isnât something you can take back, you know.â
âI trust you completely. I want you.â Chenle nods as he drags his nails gently along your bare skin.
You grab the condom wrapper next to you and open it, your heart pounding in your chest as you roll it on him. His breath catches in his throat as you grip him to line him up with your entrance.
âOkay. Weâre gonna do this.â
âAre you sure you want to do this?â He grips your hips to stop you from moving. âDonât do this if youâre gonna regret it, (Y/N).â
âLike I could ever regret anything I do with you.â Humor laces in your tone, but he seems to understand itâs not a joke.
âOkay,â he whispers, loosening his hold on you.
You sink down slowly so as to not overwhelm him. His lips part and his brows furrow as you take him deeper. You stop to give yourself a second to adjust. The look on his face has shivers running up and down your spine, and all you want to do is move.
âThis isâŠâ he trails off, gulping.
âWhat?â Youâre finally completely seated on his lap, gasps escaping you as you fight every urge inside you. âWhat is this, Lele?â
Youâre halfway certain you see his eyes roll.
âIâve never felt anything like this before,â he mutters and rubs up and down your thigh. âYouâŠfuck, this feelsâŠgood.â
âIâm gonna start moving, okay?â
âPlease.â
You watch closely as you lift up and slide back down, refusing to let your eyes flutter shut for even a moment. He inhales sharply through his teeth. Itâs been a good amount of time since youâve done this, and something about knowing the man beneath you is Chenle spurs you further.
He bites down hard on his bottom lip, digging his nails into you. âIâI canâtââ
âDonât hold back for me,â you scold him. âItâs okay to cum first.â
âToo fast.â He shakes his head, his words practically slurred together. âYouâre more important.â
âDo you know how unlikely it is that Iâll cum first in, like, the first few timesââ
âYou arguing is helping a little bit.â His gaze flicks up to the ceiling and then down to where the two of you are connected. âOr not. Fuck.â
âWorry about feeling it first before you think about stamina.â You roll your hips, smirking as he inhales sharply.
âI amâŠfeeling a whole lot of things right now.â He allows his touch to trail down to your ass. When he squeezes, it causes you to lift up, and the friction has his head falling back against the wall with a thud.
âGood God, be careful,â you scold him.
âTo be honest, Iâm not too worried about this head.â He lets out a breathless laugh. âIâm good. You can move.â
âYou can stop me if itâs too much,â you remind him.
He nods, chewing on his bottom lip as he waits for you to continue. Youâre almost embarrassed by the sounds of your wetness when you lift up, but seeing him clench his jaw and the slightest eye roll puts you on a little bit of a power trip. You set a steady but slow pace, biting back your own moans so you can pay attention to him. Itâs like a whine leaves his mouth every time your walls take him completely.
You pull him back to you so your chest presses against his and you wrap your arms over his shoulders. He leans in to kiss you without hesitation, his lips slotting against yours perfectly. You swipe your tongue along his bottom lip, and his moan allows you entrance. That sound turns into a whine, and you know heâs close. He desperately reaches between the two of you, his thumb swiping over your clit. The shock from the move has your back arching, and your walls squeeze around his cock.
His hips jolt up, slamming his tip deep inside you as his face contorts in pleasure. With his nails digging into your thighs, he pants, chest heaving.
âGod damn it,â he groans.
âIâve never seen anyone so upset about cumming.â
âI feel like Iâm already behind. The least I can do is be good at it.â He runs his hands down his face. âYou didnât evenââ
âThis isnât about me,â you remind him.
He frowns. âUh, yes it is. Iâm literally inside you right now. That means itâs definitely about you, too.â
âLele, relax. Youâll get better with time.â You press a kiss to his cheek and shakily lift yourself off him.
He catches you off guard by pulling you back, and the next thing you know, your back is against your mattress, and his fingers trace shapes on your thighs.
âHavenât you learned how competitive I am yet?â He runs his tongue over his teeth. âCan I?â
Youâre not a hundred percent sure exactly what heâs referring to, but you nod anyway. When he kisses you, itâs soft and sweet, almost distracting enough to make it hard for you to realize how close his fingers dance to your core.
âOne day youâll cum with me inside you,â he whispers into your mouth. âThe fucking lengths Iâd go to.â
He wastes no time in sliding two fingers in. Your back arches into him, and you hold the back of his head to keep his lips on yours. He didnât lie when he said he was a fast learnerâyou told him how to make sure you feel good too one time and he fucking ran with it. With his thumb on your clit, he kisses down your neck. You have no idea whatâs happening to you, but youâve never been like this with anyone. Maybe itâs because you trust him, too.
His lips wrap around your nipple and the world comes crashing down around you as pleasure sparks over your skin. You gasp and dig your nails into his skin. When your senses come back, heâs pulling his fingers out of you and moving up to kiss you again, the softness of his movements making you sigh all over again.
â(Y/N), I think Iââ he cuts himself off, wetting his lips.
Your heart stops in your chest when you hear his tone, and half of you wants to ask him to continue. The other knows damn well you shouldnât.
âIâŠdonât really know what to do with the condom.â
You canât stop yourself from laughing, but you tell him the proper disposal method. When he comes back, he pulls your comforter back and helps you under it before climbing in next to you.
âIs it okay if I stay?â he asks softly. âIf itâs weird, I can go.â
âDonât.â You shake your head, shuffling closer. âIt feels right.â
âYeah, it does.â His voice is so soft, you barely hear it. He presses his lips to the top of your head, leaving them there for a moment longer than necessary, and then he inhales deeply. You drift off to sleep before you fully feel him exhale.
Despite the obvious, you hadnât expected Chenle to be completely normal in all other circumstances. He hasnât touched you excessively in front of other people. When youâre focusing on studying, he doesnât try to make a move on you. Over the course of two weeks, youâd spent most of those nights with him, teaching him all there is to know about female anatomy.
He didnât lie about being a fast learner. You find yourself looking forward to the moments where youâre alone with him, where you get to be tangled up in sheets and forget the rest of the world exists.
There have been a few times where heâd gotten you close to finishing first, but much to his frustration, he still couldnât hold back.
Youâd convinced him to go to Jaeminâs party while he was in the middle of kissing your neck. And as a thank you, youâd shown him the wonders of a blowjob. By the time heâs ready for a relationship, youâre sure heâll have nothing to worry about.
Except, you do. Because the thought of him dating someone else after spending this time with you has an unsettling feeling stirring in your stomach.
You ignore it the best way you know howâby talking to someone else youâll pretend to entertain. Sitting between Jeno and Chenleâs friend Mark, you laugh along to whatever theyâre talking about. Truth be told, you have no fucking clue what that may be, but theyâre encouraged by you.
Chenle sits across from you, trying his best not to stare. He nurses his drink and talks to Jisung, but his attention is never truly off you. The second Jenoâs hand comes in contact with your thigh, Chenle abruptly stands from his seat and practically stomps out without a word to anyone.
You frown at Jisung, who shrugs. Heâs not much help after heâs been drinking. With a sigh, you get up and follow him wherever he may have gone. You see the top of his head as he makes his way toward the door through the crowd.
He makes it outside and down the porch steps before you catch up to him and grab his wrist.
âLet me go.â His voice is colder than youâve ever heard it.
âWhat the hell is your problem?â you snap.
He whirls around, eyes wide and full of something you canât make out. âI get you can still do whateverâwhoeverâyou want, but right in front of me? Do you have any idea how fuckingâGod, itâs embarrassing.â
âOh, now youâre embarrassed of me?â You scoff.
âNot for you. For me.â He most likely has no clue heâs shouting, but his breath leaves a frigid cloud in the air. âAm I not good enough for you?â
âChenle, keep your fucking voice down,â you hiss.
He sucks in a shaky breath. âHow? IâI donât know how to handle any of this. We agreed it doesnâtâŠmean much, but doesnât it fucking mean something?â
Your heart trembles in your chest, and you gulp. How do you respond to that? Of course, it means something, but what that is, youâre unsure of. How do you tell him that?
âDo you have any idea what youâre doing to me?â he asks, exasperated.
You recoil, frowning as you take him in.
âGo ahead and fuck Jeno, (Y/N). Itâs not my business, right? I have no reason to be upset. At the very least, just act like you care about me a little bit, alright? I donât want to see youâŠwant someone else.â
âI do care,â you say quickly, grabbing his wrist. âItâs not like that, okay?â
âSo, what is it?â he breathes out, a short laugh escaping his throat. âAre you tired of teaching me? You want someone whoâs better?â
âStop.â
âWhat the hell else am I supposed to think? Will I ever be enough for youââ
âI said stop.â You donât mean to yell, not really, but as soon as the words leave your mouth, you slap a hand over it.
Chenle flinches, realization quickly dawning on his face. âIâm sorry. God, I donât know what the fuck that was, and itâs definitely not my place to tell youââ
âJust stop,â you say weakly, blinking back the tears welling in your eyes. âDonât do this to me.â
âFuck, donât cry. Please.â He steps forward and wraps his arms around you. âIâm so sorry. I didnât mean any of that shit. You donât owe me anything, okay? We both know that and we both know youâre doing me a fucking favor, so Iâm gonna be better, I promise. Iâll do whatever you need me to do.â
âMaybe we should stop.â You wipe at your eyes.
âWhat? Why?â
âI donât think youâre being honest with me, Lele.â You sniffle. âIs there something youâre not telling me?â
â(Y/N), IâIâm drunk, for fuckâs sake. And, yeah, Iâm a fucking idiot who tried toâŠcontrol you and what you do with your body, and thatâs so messed up. Iâm really sorry for that. But honestly, itâs pride and ego. It felt like I wasnâtâŠlike I donât give you what you need, so youâve gotta find it from someone else. Thatâs all.â
âI wanna go home.â
âOkay, we can goââ
âYou need to go home, too.â You look down at your feet. âI donât think itâs a good idea for you to stay with me tonight.â
âDonât do thisââ
âItâs one night. You need to respect what Iâm asking for.â
He stares at you with wide, concerned eyes.
âIâll see you tomorrow, okay? I think you should go back in there with Jisung, and heâll make sure you get home in one piece.â
â(Y/N)...â
âGoodnight, Chenle.â
Being alone in your house makes you regret your decision to send him home. You barely drank at all, so you canât blame any of your emotions on the alcohol content in your bloodstream. God, how do you describe what the fuck is going on inside you?
Chenle keeps his distance from you for a few days. You and Jisung are splitting some drinks in his apartment when he decides to bring it up, analyzing you for your reaction as he speaks.
âDid something happen with you and Chenle?â
âWhy do you think that?â You take a giant sip of your drink, cringing at the taste.
âDonât do that. I was being nice. I know something happened because I saw you guys argue outside the party, and heâs been a miserable lump for four days now.â Jisung crosses his arms over his chest. âYou hurt his feelings.âÂ
âI donât want to talk about Chenle.â
âAnd what if you fail physics, dude?â
âJisung, fuck physics.â You drop your head into your palms. âI invited you over to drink and not think about the real world. So if youâre going to bring him up, please just go home.â
âOh.â Jisung pauses, slowly leaning forward until his elbows are braced on his knees. â(Y/N).â
âNo, Jisung. No. I justâŠwant peace, okay? I canât do this right now.â You shake your head.
âAlright.â Jisung stands. âIâll leave you alone. But weâll talk about this tomorrow.â
You donât say a word as he leaves, but you do chug the rest of whatâs in your can. Chenle hasnât so much as texted you. Why would you want to talk about him? Doesnât Jisung know how royally fucked everything is between the two of you. Instead of going to bed like you should, you sit on your couch and stare up at your ceiling, occasionally pausing to take a sip of the new drink you opened. By the time your door opens again, you think youâre dreaming. You see Chenle in front of you, and in your hazy mind, you want nothing more than to touch his ethereal, angelic face.
âHey,â he whispers. âAre you okay?â
You groan, sniffling.
âCâmon, you gotta get some sleep.â His words make your head whirl even more.
âLele?â
âYeah?â
âYouâre real?â
âYeah, baby, Iâm real.â His voice sinks into your skin, and you lean into him immediately.
âHelp.â You hold your hands out to him.
He loops his arm around your waist and guides you into your bedroom. âHow much did you drink?â
âNot a lot,â you mutter, your words slurring together. âIâve had more.â
He scoffs. âYouâre ridiculous.â
You flop into your bed, and you swear your sheets still smell like him. He should be tangled up with you every night, holding you close to him like youâre the only thing that matters. You should be. The only thing. Chenle hesitates before climbing in next to you.
âI donât want to stop,â you whisper as his chest settles against your back. âWeâre both fucking stupid if we want other people.â
âSh.â He makes the gesture so softly, you almost miss it. âWeâll talk tomorrow, baby. Get some sleep.â
You wake to lips on your shoulder. Shuffling closer to Chenle, you groan at the brightness of the sun.
âCareful,â he mutters, squeezing his arm around your waist.
âWhat time is it?â
âTen.â
âWhat?â You attempt to shoot up in bed, but you groan and slump back in your spot. âFuck. Donât we have class?â
âWe had class, yeah.â Chenle tightens his grip around you and traces shapes on your hip. âI didnât want to leave you alone.â
You remember Chenle telling you heâd never missed a class in his life. How heâd always known how important every single lesson was, and how heâd never miss for something unimportant.
âIâm sorry,â you tell him.
He frowns. âWhat for?â
âI did it on purpose. Well, not really. But I was trying to distance myself from you because we wereâŠI donât know, spending a lot of time together. It was fucking weird.â
âDo you not want that?â he asks.
âI do. And itâs weird that I do.â You bury yourself in his chest. âCan we forget everything today? I just want you.â
âOf course,â he whispers. âThat sounds perfect.â
His arms wrap around you, a deep hum escaping him as he rests his head on top of yours. You breathe him in. You wonder what itâll take to get through your own confusion, and if itâs even worth dragging him along with you. His fingertips comb through your hair. And for the first time in weeks, the only movement between the two of you is steady breathing.
A few more days pass, and the two of you havenât resumed despite agreeing not to stop. You assume heâs too awkward to ask, and heâs awaiting your nudge to tell him itâs okay. But you realized that part of him gaining confidence is about letting him figure it out.
Youâre sitting on your couch with his head in your lap, fingers sifting through his hair as the TV plays quietly in front of you. A lot of time spent with him feels oddly domestic. Youâve never let Jisung lay on you like this, so what exactly is the extent of whatâs running through your mind?
He shifts on his back, grabbing your hand. âCan I ask you something?â
âOf course.â
He sits up and faces you, gaze traveling over you briefly. âAre weâŠYou said you wanted to stop, and then you said you didnât want to stop. And we never talked about it. So, please donât think Iâm trying to pressure you or anything, but I think itâs worth a conversation.â
âYouâre right.â You cross your legs and turn toward him. âWhat the hell was all of that?â
âI really donât know. Like, logically, you werenât doing anything to spite me, but it justâŠfelt like Iâd never be good enough. Not just for you but for anyone. It wasnât fair of me to take that out on you, and youâre obviously more than welcome to do whatever the hell you want with your body.â
âWhat part of you isnât good enough?â
He sighs and clasps his hands together. âCâmon, (Y/N), I havenât been able to make you finish first. And you can say whatever you want, but itâs gotta be frustratingââ
âChenle.â You shuffle closer to him. âIf it were frustrating, do you really think Iâd keep going back for more? You still take the time to make sure Iâm good, even if itâs not before you, which is more than what a lot of guys can say. Relax.â
âIâm sorry. I donât know why thatâs immediately where I went when I saw that guy touch you. To be honest, Iâve neverâŠfelt anything like that before. And it scared me, so I figured itâd be better to leave.â He picks at the seam of his jeans.
âIs it okay if I kiss you?â you ask.
Chenle nods, glancing down at your lips. You give him a small smile before leaning in and pressing your mouth to his. He sighs as if heâs melting into you, and his hand moves to the back of your head.
âI missed this,â he murmurs.
âMe, too,â you admit.
No matter how much you want to, you donât push further. You wait for him to make that decision. He pulls away briefly as if to analyze you, and then he moves back in with determination. Without a word, you allow him to guide you until your back is against the couch cushions.
You throw your arm around his shoulders and pull him closer. With a gentle roll of his hips, his clothed length presses against you. He kisses down your neck, gently nipping at your skin. Finally, he lifts up to press his lips to your ear.
âYou know, people radiate more thermally per volume than the sun.â His hand trails down your body, slipping into your shorts to cup your core over your panties. âAnd youâve got me fucking addicted to you, for fuckâs sake.â
âDid you just tell me a physics fact right now?â You quirk an eyebrow at him.
He grins. âYeah, I did. It felt like it fit the situation.â
âItâs so fucking weird that I found that hot.â And then you pull him back into a kiss while you roll against his hand.
âOh, good.â He moves your panties aside and slides his fingers along your entrance. âCan I go down on you?â
âHuh?â Your eyes shoot open and you grab his wrist.
âYouâve gone down on me, but Iâve neverâŠâ He gulps and nudges your clit with his fingertips. âDo you not want me to?â
âIâm justâŠshocked.â You let out a shaky breath as he circles you. âThat you want to.â
âI want anything thatâll make you feel good.â He pulls at the hem of your panties, only to let them smack back against your skin.
âYou know Iâm not gonna say no.â You lift your hips to encourage him to undress you.
He smirks and removes his hand from your core. âI like to hear you want me.â
âCan you do me a favor?â You trace along his bottom lip, entranced in the thought of his head between your thighs.
âAnything.â
âKeep the glasses on when you do it.â
He raises an eyebrow, but youâre quickly distracted by the way he tugs your shorts and panties off in one movement. Youâre not sure where the determination on his face comes fromâor the confidence and knowledgeâbut he starts by pressing open mouthed kisses around your inner thigh.
âYouâre so pretty everywhere,â he mutters, tongue running along your skin.
You let your head drop back against the couch and reach to card your fingers through his hair. He hums into you as he trails closer and closer to your core. You usually try to refrain from squirming too much or letting him know just how fucking needy you are, but the thought of his lips on you is driving you up the fucking wall.
âLele, donât tease me,â you whine, shifting so you can see him.
His gaze flicks up, a look within youâve never seen before. You did something to him, and youâre more than ready to find out. He narrows his eyes slightly as he analyzes you before he dips his head back down. His tongue starts at your entrance, and he flattens it and moves upward until he takes your clit in his mouth.
You gasp, wanting nothing more than to throw your head back, but you refuseâyou need to see him. He sucks on your bud and flicks it with his tongue, and you grip his hair.
âI didnât fucking teach you that,â you say breathlessly, chest heaving.
He pulls away just long enough to say, âPorn isnât completely useless now, is it?â
Youâre dazed already, watching as he pleasures you. He moans against you, and the vibrations course through you. Youâre not sure what made you ask him to keep the glasses on, but youâre appreciating it now more than everâheâs between your legs with his face buried in the very apex of your thighs, and every time you squirm, you feel the thick frames of his glasses.
âFingers,â you tell him. âFuck, use your fingers.â
He doesnât let up, immediately listening and thrusting two inside you. Your back arches as you moan and push him further against you. Everything becomes a blur, and when he curls his fingers just the way you taught him, youâre practically thrashing beneath him.
A strangely masculine scream robs your body of the high you were two seconds away from, and Chenle freezes and lifts himself to cover a bit more of you. Embarrassment floods through your body.
âWhat the fuck?â Jisung shouts, hands slapped over his eyes. â(Y/N), I sit on that couch!â
âThatâs really what youâre worried about?â You scoff and grab the throw blanket from the back. Chenle helps you spread it out so he can safely move away from his spot. You cover him, too, considering the noticeable bulge in his pants.
âYou should save all sexual activity for your bedroomââ
âSays the guy who was telling me how he fucked a girl on the kitchen counter,â you shoot back. âWeâre covered.â
He drops his hands from his eyes and shivers like this is the worst thing thatâs ever happened to him.
âIâm gonna puke. Chenle, wipe your fucking mouth.â Jisung clenches his eyes shut and shakes his head. âWhat the fuck?â
Chenleâs ears turn pink, and he uses the blanket to remove whatâs left of your arousal from his face. Your teeth sink into your bottom lip as you study himâ
âMy God, are you gonna eat him alive?â Jisung scolds you. âRight in front of me? I canât believe you guys didnât tell me youâre together.â
You and Chenle exchange glances before you both look back at Jisung.
âNo. No, no, no.â He drops his head into his hands. âYou mean to tell me youâre not?â
âCan we do this later?â you ask.
âWhat?â
âI agree,â Chenle adds. âYou should come back in like an hour. Or two. Because to be honest, I donât really care if youâre here or not, Iâm gonna fuck her.â
Everything inside you heats up again, and you gape at Chenle. Jisung lets out a dramatic scream and slams the door behind him.
âWhat the hell was that?â You push Chenleâs shoulder.
âThe truth,â he says. âI want you so fucking bad right now.â
âWell, youâd better hurry up and put this extra time to good use.â You lean forward and kiss him hard, holding onto the back of his neck. He inhales sharply but wastes no time in reciprocating. With one quick movement, the blanket once covering you is tossed to the floor, and heâs between your legs.
While his mouth works against yours, he almost frantically moves his hands beneath your shirt and only breaks where youâre connected to pull it off. His urgency takes you off-guard, but you canât deny the thrill running through your veins and the wetness rushing to your core.
You grab at his shirt, and he sits up on his knees to take it off. Practically lunging forward, you unbutton his pants. As soon as his zipperâs down, he grabs your wrist.
âTurn around.â
âHuh?â you ask.
âTurn around,â he repeats. âYou know what I want.â
With anyone else, youâd be embarrassed by how much his request turned you on. You flip over and lift yourself to your knees. You arch your back and let your head rest against the couch cushion, and his groan reverberates through your entire being.
His hands grip your ass, nails digging in as he squeezes hard. âDo you have any fucking idea how bad I wanted you to cum on my tongue?â
âWas pretty close.â You push back against him.
âThink heâs listening?â Chenle asks, tapping your hip before flattening his palm over your stomach. âJust a little curious about us, huh?â
His touch burns against you in the best ways, and after being as close as you were, youâre desperate for him to make you finish. You cry out when he puts two fingers on your clit and rubs slow circles. Gripping onto the cushion below you, you rock your hips in rhythm with him.
âYou said youâre on birth control, right?â he murmurs, seemingly distracted by the way your arousal coats his skin.
You nod fervently.
âIsâŠâ He pauses, cursing under his breath. âNo condom is okay? I can, um, finish inside you?â
Your eyes roll back. âFuck, of course, you can. I need you right now.â
He shuffles behind you, and you wish you could see what he was doing. His fingers slow, but your whine is cut short when he slides his length against you to collect the wetness.
âA-and thereâsâŠno risk?â He gulps.
âCâmon, you little science nerd, you know thereâs always a risk.â You chuckle airly. âThatâs part of what makes it fun.â
He hums and removes his fingers from you, grabbing his cock and jerking himself off a few times before lining up with your entrance.
âYouâre sure this is okay, baby?â Chenleâs free hand squeezes your ass again.
âFor fuckâs sake, Lele, pleaseââ Youâre cut off by his tip ever so slowly stretching you to accommodate him. You gasp, immediately pushing back to take more of him. This angle has you seeing stars. Once he bottoms out, he lets out a long moan.
âSo good,â he whines, just barely rocking his hips. âYouâre so fucking good.â
He reaches around you again to circle your clit, and then he starts to thrust. Your eyes roll and your body melts, everything around you becoming blurry as he sets a steady pace that has your toes curling.
You attempt to assist him, every time heâs entering you, you push back to take him harder. One hand grips your hip, and the other frantically works between your legs. You canât even think straight, moans pouring out in unison with his. A knot starts to form in your stomach, and you attempt to shut your thighs.
ââM close.â You gasp, legs beginning to shake. âFuck, âm gonnaââ
You let out your loudest moan yet as you spasm around him, overwhelmed from the pleasure. Sensitivity sets in quickly, but you need him to cum inside you. He lets out a high pitched noise, and the next thing you know, heâs pressing his hips against you, burying himself as deep as he can to fill you with his load.
Both of you pant, unable to move for a moment. Once he regains some of his composure, he slowly pulls out of you, sighing at the feeling. He turns you on your back and kisses you slow, his lips working to part yours as he slides his tongue in.
You smile, unable to hold it back when you think of how much heâs learned in such a short period of time.
âYou did it,â you tease him.
âThat was the best fucking feeling in the world,â he tells you. âIâm never cumming first again.â
You laugh and push at his shoulder. âThatâs not really something you get to just manifest into the universe.â
âMaybe not.â He shrugs, sheepishly grinning at you. âYou want new clothes?â
âItâd be really great if you could grab me a towel, actually.â
âA towel?â He frowns.
âYou see, Lele, when you fuck raw, messes occur.â You chuckle. âThatâs a good thought for the future. Aftercare includes towels.â
âThe future?â He quirks an eyebrow.
âI just meantââ Your face heats up. âLike, whoever you end up with. Itâs important.â
âRight.â The playful gleam on his face fades, and as he leans back to get up and retrieve what you need, he stops to stare at the apex of your thighs. âIt comes out.â
You slap a hand over your mouth to stop the abrupt laugh. âYes, it does. What did you think happened? It magically gets absorbed into vagina land?â
âWellâŠyeah.â He shrugs, wetting his lips. âBut this is so much hotter. I might get hard again.â
âYou psycho, go get a towel.â You push at him, and he bursts into laughter as he tucks himself back in his boxers and jeans before heading toward your bathroom.
When he comes back, he helps you clean up. His touch is tender, gentle, and it makes you want to wrap him up in your blankets and stay in your bed all day with him. He grabs the throw blanket from the floor, lays down on top of you, and rests his head on your chest. You hum in content and run your fingers through his hair.
Youâre not sure how long the two of you stay like that, but you find yourself drifting off to sleep. Just before you do, a phone vibrates on the coffee table. Chenle groans.
âWhoâs is it?â you ask.
He lifts his head to look. âMine. The one time it actually ringsâshould I just ignore it?â
âNo, itâs okay.â You sigh and rub your eyes. âAnswer.â
He kisses your forehead before getting up. After he has the blanket on you again, he reaches for his phone and answers it.
âYeah?â
As soon as the other person speaks, he tenses and sits straight up.
âThat was today? Are you still there? Iâm so sorry, I can be there in fifteen minutes if that works.â He pauses and massages his forehead. âYeah, I understand. It wonât happen again.â
After a few more moments of listening, Chenle hangs up the phone. He curses and reaches down to grab his shirt from the floor. When he turns to you, youâre watching him with a concerned look on your face.
âOne of my professors assigned a group project, and we were supposed to present today. LikeâŠtwenty minutes ago. Itâs literally twenty percent of my fucking grade.â Despite his anxious energy, he gives you a gentle kiss. âIâm so sorry, babe, Iâll come back later, okay?â
You donât have time to answer, because he grabs his wallet and keys and bolts out the door. Not that you wouldâve been able to anywayâshock courses through you at the pet name. Sure, he says things during sex, but the two of you have neverâŠnicknamed each other outside of that.
You sit up in confusion and scratch the top of your head. What the fuck is going on with you and Chenle?
After you shower and get dressed, you go over to Jisungâs. Youâre glad Chenle wonât have to sit through this. When youâre on Jisungâs couch with a bowl of popcorn, he begins his in-depth interview.
âYouâre not dating?â
âNope.â
âThen what are you doing?â
âJisung,â you deadpan. âI think itâs pretty obvious. Heâs helping me with physics, and Iâm helping himââ
âDid he say you had toââ
âPark Jisung, this is Chenle youâre talking about. You really think heâs capable of something like that?â You put another handful of popcorn in your mouth.
âFine. Then tell me how it started. I canât believe youâve kept this from me. Your best friend. I tell you when I hook up with people.â He frowns at you.
âWell, one day, we were doing physics homework.â
âWow, so sexy.â
âShut up.â You send a glare his way. âAnyway, he was telling me about the ever-expanding universe or whatever, andâŠlike, when he gets super passionate about something, heâs attractive. Like more than usual, you know? So, I asked him why he hadnât ever dated anyone before.â
âAnd then you banged him?â Jisung purses his lips. âThatâsâŠwell, to be fair, I kind of expected that portion of it.â
You flip him off. âNo, thatâs not how it happened. Just listen, would you?â
âFine, fine.â He holds his hands up in mock surrender.
âHe said he didnât have any prospects so obviously I was likeâŠbe for real, dude. HeâsâŠattractive, you know? And then he said he was busy, and then I asked what about hooking up with people? Because you can still hook up and not date.â
âThat kinda sounds like he was making excuses for not wanting to date.â
âYeah, maybe. But he was also a virgin.â
âWhat?â Jisungâs jaw drops, and he drags his hands down his face. â(Y/N), are you insane? Heâs probably unhealthily obsessed with youââ
âHe showed up the next day and asked me toâŠteach him how to have sex. And Iâd been dickless forâŠshit, months at least, so of course, I said yes.â You purse your lips and stare down at your lap. âHeâs still learning.â
âWhen was this?â
âUmâŠâ you hesitate, fidgeting with your fingers. âRemember that party where you said you saw us all angry and stuff?â
âYeah?â
âLike, a few weeks before that.â
âHoly fucking shit, (Y/N), youâve been fucking him for that long?â Your best friend lets out an exasperated sigh. âYou realize heâs in love with you, right?â
Your head shoots up and you stare at the man on the couch. âWhat the hell are you talking about?â
âIâm sorry, but no dude like him is gonna be able to stop himself from falling in love with a girl heâs been fucking for months. Guys are really oddly attached to their firsts, you know. And that reaction at the party. Heâs been missing classes. Itâs like youâve taken over his whole life.â
The rose-colored glasses shatter, and you recall what happened just hours before. Heâd missed the presentation of his project. Your throat closes in on itself and you slap a hand to your forehead. Sure, you asked him to tell you if he was starting to catch feelings, but you shouldâve known better than to think heâd even realize it before it was too late.
âIf you donât even have a smidge of feelings for him, youâve gotta stop all of this. For his sake.â Jisung moves over to you so he can give you a supportive hug. âYou know he deserves someone who will love him.â
âHeâs not in love with me,â you say quickly. âIâll prove it to you. Youâll see at the party this weekend. Heâll pull some random girl.â
âSureâŠâ he trails off. âWeâll see, I guess.â
You donât want to stop.
Thatâs the only thing whirling through your head when Chenle tells you heâs on his way back to you. Your nerves churn until youâre sick to your stomach, but thereâs not a damn thing you can do to change it. Heâd never tell you if he got feelings for you. You shouldâve known better than to expect that from him. After all, you guys spend nearly every day together, and you donât have sex all of those days. Or learn physics. Sometimes, the two of you just lay on your bed together, your head buried in his neck, legs tangled until you donât know which ones are yours anymore.
If he doesnât put up a fight, it means Jisung was wrong. And that also means you donât have to distance yourself. If he doesâŠ
â(Y/N)?â His voice carries from your living room.
âIn here,â you call out to him.
Chenleâs footsteps are barely audible as he makes his way over to you. His form takes up the door frame, where he pauses to study you. He lets his backpack fall from his shoulder, and then heâs climbing onto your bed. With a long sigh, he finds his spot next to you and wraps his arm around your middle.
âThat bad?â you ask.
He shakes his head. âI just canât believe I forgot that.â
You pause for a moment, and the two of you are cascaded into a blanket of silence. He must sense the awkwardness in the air, given the way he gulps and his heart rate speeds up. You lean back to get a good view of his face.
âWhy did you?â you ask quietly.
âWhat?â
âForget. Why did you forget?â
He blinks, lips parting while he searches for something to say. âIâŠI donât know. Honestly, Iâve never done something like that before. Iâm glad the teacher still let me present, otherwise I wouldâve lost my top spot. And I think thatâs the only reason why she did.â
âAnd you wereâŠokay with that?â You recoil.
âAt the time, it really freaked me out.â He frowns. âBut even if I lost the top spot, Iâd still be in the top ten, soâŠ(Y/N)?â
You roll away from him and out of his grasp, planting your feet on the floor. An overwhelming guilt floods you as you bury your head in your hands. The man in your bed just a couple months ago wouldâve dropped dead at a statement like that. He couldâve gone on for hours about how important that spot was to him, and what the hellâs he willing to give that up for?
âAre you okay?â Chenle sits up behind you, fingertips brushing your arm.
âWe have to stop.â It was supposed to come out much stronger than it did, but at least you didnât have to look at him.
âWhaâhow did that evenâwhy?â He adjusts to sit next to you, eyebrows furrowed.
âDo you even hear yourself right now?â you snap. âWhat the fuck is top ten to someone like you? School has been everything to you, and youâre forgetting projects like it means nothing. Have you even been doing your work? Youâre with me all the time, and the only thing youâve been doing school wise is helping me with physics.â
âIt was one time, (Y/N), okay?â
âNow youâre lying to me,â you groan in exasperation.
âIâŠâ He gulps and turns his head away from you.
âI told you to tell me if you ever caught feelings, Chenle.â You blink back tears and chew the inside of your cheek while you await his response.
But no matter how much you wait, it doesnât come. His hands are clasped together in his lap, and he stares down at them, inhaling shaky breaths.
âMy God, youâre not even denying it.â You stand up, unable to stop yourself from pacing around the room. âThis is whatâs making you all complacent about school? Seriously? This is the exact reason you said you didnât want to date. Or find someone to sleep with, because you didnât have timeââ
âI actually said it was because I hadnât found anyone worth it,â he finally speaks up, gaze finally lifting to meet yours. âWhat did you expect would happen? You really thought the virgin would be able to stop himself from falling for you after everything weâve done? Iâm sorry if thatâs not what you wanted, or if you wanted me to tell you, but by the time I actually realized what was happening, it was too late. Iâd lose you. In all aspects, not justâŠwhatever the hell this is.â
âYou need to go.â
âAfter all of this, you donât evenâŠnot even a little bit?â
You do. How do you tell him no and lie right to his face?
âI just put everything out there. The least you can do at this point is tell me if all of this only meant something to me.â Desperation tugs on his features, and he takes a step closer to you. âDid you spend every night with me and still notâŠâ
âStop,â you shout. âWhat the hell are you thinking? What is it that you want me to say? It doesnât matter if I do or donât have feelings for you, because I would neverââ
âDate me?â he interrupts you. âLove me? Whatâs so bad about either of those things? Iâm trying my best out here.â
âWould you let me finish?â You run your fingers through your hair. âI was going to say I would never let you give up your number one spot for any girl. Not just me. Because thatâs fucking stupid. And youâre not stupid, Chenle, so you need to remember whatâs actually important.â
â(Y/N), please. I canât go back to how things were. Not when I know what all of this is like.â
âThen maybe we just donât talk at all.â You clench your fists at your side. The idea breaks your own heart. âItâs not like we have any classes together. The only time we see each other is here anyway.â
âYou havenât denied it, either.â Heâs directly in front of you now, watery eyes staring into yours. âYou made a big deal of me not denying it, but you havenât either.â
âGet out.â You point toward your door. âLeave me alone. Just go.â
Now heâs speechless, and the hurt on his face plays out right in front of you. You want to yell and scream because youâre the one causing this. You shouldâve seen this coming. When he first approached you and asked you for this, you shouldâve said no. If you had turned him away, things would be normal. He wouldnât have turned complacent about the thing he once cared the most about. But what did that mean? Was it you he was willing to give it up for, or was it the freedom and new experiences you provided?
âYouâŠwhat about your exam? Itâs only a couple weeks before the end of the semester.â
âDonât worry about me or my grades when youâre not even thinking of your own. Please, Chenle, just go. Iâll bring Jisung here if I have to.â You sniffle, rolling your eyes.
His jaw tightens as he glances up at the ceiling. âFine. IâŠClearly, nothing I say is gonnaâyeah. I guess Iâll see you around.â
He grabs his backpack from the floor and slings it over his shoulder, and as soon as he closes the door behind him, you climb into your bed, grab the pillow he always uses, and cradle it to your chest. You donât mean to let yourself cry, but once you start, you canât stop.
You barely even remembered telling Jisung that Chenle would go to the party that weekend. To be honest, youâd told him about it, but hope that he wonât come gnaws at the edges of your heart. In all honesty, you didnât even want to go. And if your best friend hadnât practically forced you out of bed and to get dressed, you wouldnât have.
You and Jisung went separate ways once you arrived at Jaeminâs house. Absent-mindedly, you find yourself in the kitchen, mixing a drink. The only way youâll get through the night is with liquor. Once you walk back towards the living room, you see Jisung standing at the corner. He grins when he notices you.
âDude, I so thought you were fucking with me. Iâll give it to you though, I guess you were right. You must be a good tutor.â Jisung lets out an obnoxious laugh. âDidnât think you had it in you.â
âWhat are you talking about?â You frown.
He nods his head in the opposite direction, and when you follow his gaze, you immediately tense. Of course, Chenle did show up. Not only that, but heâs in full-on conversation with a girl you donât recognize. Your throat tightens, but you swiftly attempt to ignore it with a quick sip of your drink.
âNever thought heâd get there,â Jisung evaluates him. âShe looks like sheâs into him.â
âGreat.â You try your best not to sound sarcastic.
Jisung side eyes you, but he doesnât say anything else. He crosses his arms over his chest and proceeds to watch Chenle, but you canât seem to bring yourself to look in his direction. Your desire to be at this party has significantly decreased, and all you want to do is walk out and forget you ever saw him here. But it doesnât matter either wayâyou sent him away. You have no right to be jealous or upset that heâs doing exactly what you taught him to do. If he wants to find a girlfriend or a fling, thatâs up to him. And neither option should make you upset, no matter how much you canât deny that it very much does.
âOh, shit,â Jisung mutters, a chuckle escaping him.
Your head shoots in Chenleâs direction, and you bristle at the sight. He whispers something in the girlâs ear, and she laughs. Your chest tightens, somewhat desperate to know what he said to herâif it was any of the things heâs ever said to you. Maybe it was something you taught him. He leans away from her, but not all the way. The smile drops from her face, and you know immediately whatâs about to happen. You push your cup against Jisungâs chest until he takes it from you.
âI canât do this.â You shake your head and bolt in the opposite direction, toward the front door. Tears well in your eyes, but they only serve to piss you off. You shouldnât careâyou told him you didnât.
Jisung drove you, so thereâs nowhere for you to go except the front porch. You sit down on the top step, head buried in your palms. Taking a deep breath, you look up in time to see Karina walking out of the house with her keys.
âAre you going home?â you ask.
âYeah, tonightâs kinda lame.â She scans over you and purses her lips. âYou want a ride? I didnât drink.â
âFuck, yes. Please.â You launch up and follow Karina to her car.
Thankfully, she doesnât ask you any questions on the way to your place. As you thank her and step out of the car, she grabs your wrist.
âI think I know whatâs going on.â She pauses. âIf thereâs something you want, (Y/N), you shouldnât let it go. Because youâll regret it, okay?â
You nod and gulp. âThanks, Rina.â
She lets you go and smiles. You close the car door behind you and head up to your apartment, questioning how you let yourself get into this predicament. Why the you from a few months ago didnât have any clue how easy it would be to fall for someone like Chenleâa man with a kind heart, who cares for you and your wellbeing. You stare at your phone like itâll light up from his text message, but you put a decent wedge between the two of you with your last conversation. Would he even look at his phone if you texted him? Maybe heâs already taking that girl home. He may learn it wasnât even you he fell for, but the sex. And when he has sex with another girl, heâll figure out youâre not special, andâ
âGod fucking damn it,â you groan, angrily wiping at your tears. âWhat the fuck is wrong with me?â
Your phone vibrates, but itâs a call from Jisung. You sniffle and clear your throat before answering.
âYeah?â
âWhere the hell did you go?â he snaps.
âIâm at home,â you tell him. âRina drove me home.â
âDo you have any idea how worried Iâve been?â Jisungâs annoyance creeps through. âYou just stormed out, but I figured youâd at least tell me if you were leaving the area.â
âSungs, Iâm not really in the mood to be yelled at right now.â You canât hide the crack in your voice.
âAre you okay?â His voice instantly softens. âIs this aboutââ
âDonât. I donât want anyone else youâre with to know. Itâs humiliating, isnât it? Teaching a man everything you know for him to use it other places.â You chuckle, staring up at your ceiling.
âYou wanna tell me what happened?â Jisung sighs. âBecause you clearly didnât want him talking to that girl.â
âYouâre making me sound pathetic.â
âUh.â
âFuck you, Park Jisung.â You roll your eyes. âYouâre not helping.â
âDo you want me to come over?â he asks.
âStay at the party. Iâll be okay.â You grab Chenleâs pillow and pull it to your chest. âIs heâŠdid he leave?â
âHeâs not with her, if thatâs what youâre asking. He left. By himself. After I figured out you were gone, I kinda freaked out and there was likeâŠa search party. He didnât care much about her after that.â
âHeâs so annoying,â you huff out. âWhy couldnât he have justâŠfucked that girl or something?â
âLike you wouldnât have crumbled to dust at the literal thought of that.â Jisung scoffs. âI know you, (Y/N), and no matter what you say, thereâs no way you feel absolutely nothing for him. Youâre both suffering because of the denial, you know.â
âWhat if itâs not really me he wants? LikeâŠwhat if he just likes the sex and doesnât realize it yet?â You shake your head.
Jisung lets out a long sigh. âHeâs not a child, okay? Just because he hasnât had sex before or dated anyone doesnât mean he doesnât know what that feels like, dude.â
Before you answer, the knock on your front door takes you off guard. You sit up and throw the blanket off your body. Jisung mutters something in the background, but you canât focus on what heâs saying. When you open the door, you almost stop breathing. You put the phone back up to your ear. âJisung, let me call you back.â
He doesnât even have time to respond before you hang up and toss it over to the side. Through the dark, Chenle stares back at you. His fists clench and unclench as he stands there in silence, clearly unsure what to say.
âWhat are you doing here?â you ask.
âI canât fucking do this,â he replies. âI need you, okay? Donât try and lie to me and say you have no feelings for me, because I saw you today. When I acted that way about you and Jeno, you asked me if I had feelings for you. Is that âcause you have them, too?â
âYes.â
âCan you just be honest withâhuh?â His brows furrow and his eyes narrow.
âYou want the truth, Chenle? Yes. Yes, I like you, but Iâm not letting you jeopardize your schooling for any of this. Is that what you wanted to hear?â
âIâll be better,â he says. âI was justâŠdistracted. It felt like every moment with you was fleeting, and I had to get every second I could before you disappeared.â He steps inside your apartment and closes the door.
âLele, thatâs such a big risk.â You feel like youâre shrinking in on yourself. How do you tell yourself itâs okay to be selfish this time if he doesnât have to give anything up to be with you?
âAnd I get that. I do. But itâs worth it. Youâre worth it. And I donât want to let you go just because weâre still in school. We can have something real. Honestly, weâve had that this whole time, and you trying to say we didnât is doing us both a disservice.â
âWhat happened with that girl today?â you ask.
âYou know what that was. A whole lot of fucking nothing.â He runs his fingers through his hair and wets his lips. âI didnât even kiss her, by the way. I couldnât. Seriously, I wanted to because I needed to know if theseâŠfeelings I have for you are real. Maybe thatâs an awful way to do it, but I figured if I kissed someone else and it felt the same, then Iâd be okay without you.â
You donât say a word. His eyebrows furrow.
âI wanted to kiss her because I thought itâd give me the answer I desperately needed, not because I wanted her specifically. I want you. Iâve wanted you since the first fucking day I met you. And I couldnât kiss her because she wasnât you. Nobody will ever be you, andââ
âI love you.â
ââI wish there was a way I couldâhuh?â
You step closer to him. âYouâre right. I love you. From the moment you had stars in your eyes just from talking about them.â
His jaw drops, and relief floods his features, but he flounders for words.
âIf you donât say it back, I might die of embarrassment.â
âGod, of course, I fucking love you.â He scoffs, reaching forward to cup your cheeks and pull you to him.
Your lips meet so abruptly, you gasp. Without any hesitation, you wrap your arms around him and weave your fingers through his hair. His chest presses against yours, and whatever battle youâd been trying to fight until this point has been lost.
âYouâre gonna be the death of me.â He punctuates each word with another kiss, and he begins to walk you backwards. You cling on to him but allow him to guide you.
âYou have to promise you wonât let school fall behind,â you say breathlessly, placing your palms on his chest once you make it to your door frame. âThat you wonât lose yourself because of me.â
âI hadnât known myself until I met you, (Y/N). Iâm only me if Iâm with you.â Chenle gives you a soft smile. âIf youâre mine, I wonât be worried about fleeting moments.â
You nod slowly, pulling him back to you. âI need you.â
He groans against your mouth, wrapping an arm firmly around your waist and walking you back until youâre by the edge of your bed. Without breaking the kiss, he follows you down to the mattress, his weight pressing you into it. You spread your legs to accommodate him, sliding your hands beneath the hem of his shirt to pull it off. He assists you, and as soon as itâs thrown across the room, you reach for him desperately to minimize the amount of time without the two of you connected.
âSay you love me again,â he mutters. âPlease.â
âI love you,â you repeat easily, letting out a shaky breath as he reaches beneath your shirt to squeeze your breasts. His thumbs flick over your nipples, and you moan quietly.
âMe, too, baby.â He pulls your shirt off and interrupts the kiss to drag his lips down your neck. âThereâs one thing you still havenât taught me.â
âWhatâs that?â
âShow me how to make love to you.â He moves down further and takes your nipple in his mouth.
You tangle your fingers in his hair, gasping at the sensation. âCome here, Lele.â
When heâs face to face with you again, the darkness in his eyes has wetness spreading between your legs. He edges closer to you, unable to resist the urge of kissing you again. When heâs barely centimeters away, you lift your hand and trace his bottom lip, entranced by everything he is.
âSome things canât be taught,â you whisper. âSometimes, they just have to be felt.â
A ghost of a smile forms beneath your touch, and he nods. While his urgency is still there, he slows down, giving his hands freedom to explore you. Your back arches as his palm slides along your side. He grinds against you, shuddering breaths escaping. You lift up to match him, and you moan when you feel his hard length against your thinly covered core. The lust in his gaze has changed to adoration, a gentle gleam reflecting the moonlight outside as he removes your shorts and panties. His palm sends warmth through your abdomen, and he slowly moves lower.
âCan I?â he murmurs, kissing the corner of your mouth.
âPlease.â
He kisses you as a distraction, and you whine when his fingertips press against your clit. Humming in his own form of pleasure, he rubs uniform circles.
âRelax,â he tells you. âYouâre so tense, baby. Let me take care of you.â
You immediately melt. âMore.â
He parts your lips with his tongue, and as soon as it enters your mouth, his fingers slip inside. You moan, eyes rolling back as you rock your hips. The noises pouring from you canât be controlled. You break the kiss and gasp when he curls his fingers and hits your spot.
âFuck, again.â You dig your nails into his shoulders.
He repeats the motion, the tip of his nose brushing along your cheek. In your ear, he says, âI love you. So fucking much.â
A shiver of pleasure runs down your spine. You tilt your head back. âIâm close, fuck.â
He takes your ear lobe between his teeth and tugs, eliciting a cry from the back of your throat. Your walls clamp down wildly on his fingers, but he knows you more than youâd care to admit at this point. Right before you crumble before his eyes, he removes his fingers from you. Before you can protest, he silences you with a kiss.
âCondom?â he asks.
âUp to you,â you reply.
He pushes his pants off and to the floor, and you have a brief moment to admire the bulge straining in his boxers before those are thrown, too. Wrapping his hand around his cock, he inhales sharply as he jerks himself off a couple times.
âReady, baby?â He climbs over you again, nudging your sensitive clit with his tip.
You nod, tugging him closer. âHurry up.â
Chenle trails down to line up with your entrance, and he groans when he coats himself in your arousal. âYouâre so wet.â
You open your mouth to say something, but he pushes inside of you at the same time. A loud moan escapes instead, making you slap your own hand over your mouth as your walls stretch to accommodate Chenle.
âGod, do you know what you fucking do to me?â He drops his head on your shoulder as he bottoms out deep inside you.
Both of you are impatient today, apparently, because he wastes no time in moving his hips. He only leaves the tip in, just to push his hips forward. His moans join yours, the sound enough to make your walls flutter around him.
âSo good.â You match his movements, lifting up every time he thrusts.
He speeds up, making sure to press flush against you every time he bottoms out. The sight of him alone is enough to have you trembling, but seeing him entranced by where your bodies are connected has you clenching around him.
He lets out a long moan, and you join him in looking between the two of you. His skin slaps yours, and sounds of your arousal fill the room. His teeth sink into his bottom lip, and he reaches between the two of you to find your clit. The first contact makes you jolt and whine.
You wrap your legs around his waist, smashing your lips to his. He smirks against your mouth, the steady pace of his thumb on your sensitive bud sending spasms down your spine. Your stomach ties in knots, and you squirm beneath him.
âLele, âm gonna cum.â You barely get the words out through your pleasured haze, and he nods, burying his head in your neck and thrusting into you harder. Your legs shake as you tighten them around him, and your entire being ascends as your orgasm slams into you. You moan so loudly, he kisses you to keep you quiet.
âFeels so good.â His voice cracks as he fucks you through your high.
You kiss him hard, and use your legs to flip the two of you over so youâre on top. His jaw drops at the sight of you, hands immediately trailing up your body to your breasts. You give him a second to admire before you start your steady pace. You lean back and brace your palms on his thighs, slowly rolling your hips as you sink down on his cock. He uses the position to put his thumb on your clit again. You jolt, cursing again as you speed up. The sensitivity has your eyes rolling to the back of your head, but the feeling of him snug inside you, rubbing against your walls, has you approaching a second orgasm.
Youâre not expecting it, but you hope he lasts long enough to finish you off a second time. Your brain is clouded with pleasure, and one look at him tells you heâs teetering close to the edge. His jaw is clenched, face contorted in pleasure as he stares at you bouncing on top of him. Youâre seconds away. Your orgasm builds deep inside you, and your hips falter. He thrusts up, moaning loudly. Legs quaking, your second orgasm hits you hard, back arching. Chenle sits up to catch you crumbling into his chest, rocking his hips. He wraps his arms around you and holds you to him tightly as one last thrust has him spilling deep inside you. Both of you are covered in sweat, panting in the aftermath of the pleasure.
âFuck.â He pants, burying his head in your neck and kissing where it joins with your shoulder. ââM never gonna get used to that.â
When you chuckle, he squirms and gasps.
âDid you know you like, clench when you laugh?â He squeezes your hips. âWeâve been doing this for months, and Iâm still learning.â
âThe human body is wonderful,â you tease him. âMaybe youâll switch from physics to anatomy.â
âThe only anatomy Iâm curious about is yours.â He holds you close and turns you on your back. Placing one last kiss on your forehead, he pulls out of you slowly. A lazy smile graces his face as he sees the sticky mess between your legs.
âYou weirdo.â You nudge him with your foot.
He grabs your ankle and yanks you down closer to him. Hovering over you, he narrows his eyes. âMe being a weirdo is solely your fault, you know.â
âI suppose youâve earned it.â You pretend to think about it. âKiss me.â
He doesnât hesitate to lean down and press his lips to yours, the movement softer and slower than before. You donât mean to let out a long sigh of pleasure, but his breath shudders against your mouth. âDonât do that,â he whines. âIâll get hard again.â
âWhy donât we go shower together?â You twirl his hair.
âMm, you gonna let me wash your hair?â He presses soft kisses up your neck. âIâll take any excuse to touch you, baby.â
âYouâre getting good at this.â You laugh and rest your head back on the pillow. âYou never wouldâve talked like that before. Itâs sexy.â
He hums and nips your skin. âThatâs your magic.â
After a few more moments of him doting on you, the two of you get in the shower. The two of you stand under the water, relaxing in the hot steam and each otherâs embrace. His hands trail over your body until heâs eventually cupping your breasts.
âHear me out,â he mutters. âHow about we both just drop out and stay exactly like this forever.â
âSounds great in theory, Lele, but you made a promise.â
He groans. âI made a few promises tonight. Donât worry, I meant all of them.â
His thumbs brush your nipples until they harden beneath his touch. He pins you to his chest with his arm, continuing his work on your breast as his other hand trails down your body. Apparently, youâve turned him into something insatiable, but you definitely benefit from it. He stops with his hand on your hip.
âNeed something, baby?â
The tone of his voice sends a chill down your spine, and mixed with hot water cascading over you, you moan. You clench your thighs together, desperate for friction.
He adjusts to pinch your nipple, rolling it between his fingers. âFeel good?â
âTouch me,â you whine, grabbing at his wrist to push him between your legs.
âIf it were socially acceptable, Iâd be touching you at all times.â His fingertips find your clit. âYouâre so fucking warm, and those little sounds you makeâŠâ
âFaster,â you say as you arch your back.
âBut youâre so sensitive,â he whispers. âIâm having fun like this.â
âLele, please.â You drop your head back. âI need you.â
âMusic to my fucking ears.â He sinks two fingers inside you, his palm smacking against your clit every time he thrusts them in.
Your arousal gushes over him, and he bites down on his bottom lip to keep any sounds at bay. He stops working your nipple, too focused on the way your walls clamp on his fingers. You whine at the loss, putting your hand over his to tell him to keep playing with you.
He pulls his fingers out, trailing the wetness along your thighs. Right when he pinches your nipple, he does the same to your clit. You jolt and cry out, rolling your hips to get more stimulation.
âI wanna fuck you so bad right now,â he groans. âYou always look so fucking pretty when you want me like this.â
âI can take it,â you tell him as you squeeze your thighs together. âAnything you give me, Iâll take it.â
A deep moan escapes him, and the next thing you know, heâs pulling you back so he can bend you over.
âHands on the wall,â he instructs.
Once youâre fully bent over, you push back against him, desperate for him to fill you. He strokes his cock, gaze stuck directly on your core. He reaches around your body, squeezing your breasts again.
He releases you and lines himself up with your entrance. Right when you think heâll push inside, he rubs his tip on your clit. Without warning, he slides completely inside, his tip resting snug against your spot from this angle. You scream, already pushing your hips back.
Neither of you have time to breathe before heâs thrusting hard, nails digging into your skin as he pulls you back with every forward movement. Your hands slip down the wall, the squeak of the tile doing nothing but adding to the pleasure of him inside you. The water amplifies the clapping sounds of his body against yours, and your eyes roll back from all of the overwhelming feelings.
âLele,â you whine. âS-spread my legs a little more.â
He does as you ask, still thrusting at a slower pace.
âNow keep going how you were.â You push back until heâs buried deep inside you.
He seems to understand your motive without you explaining it, and you thank everything you can think of that heâs so fucking smart. When he resumes his unrelenting pace, itâs joined with his balls smacking into your clit. Every thrust has your walls fluttering around him, and each hit on your sensitive bud brings you closer to your much needed orgasm.
âJust like that.â You can barely speak at this point, fucking yourself back on his cock to match his pace.
A knot ties in your stomach, and youâre left delirious as you chase the unraveling of it. You let out your loudest moan yet, letting all of the sensations around you drive you over the edge. Chenle curses behind you as your walls clamp down on him, but he keeps moving. It doesnât take long for your pleasure to turn into overstimulation from him rubbing against your walls.
As soon as an unfamiliar cry leaves you, he stops immediately.
âAre you okay?â he asks, panting.
âIâI canât keepâfuck, Iâm sorry.â You clench your fists together.
âNo, baby, itâs okay.â He carefully pulls out of you and guides you back to your feet. âDonât be sorry. Youâd never be mad at me for something like that.â
âBut youââ
âThe fact you even let me in at all still baffles me.â He chuckles, pulling you in for a short kiss. His cheeks are bright red, and while heâs brushing your hair out of your face, an idea comes to mind.
âLet me fix it.â You kiss his cheek.
Before he has the opportunity to ask what youâre talking about, youâre guiding him until his back is against the wall. The chill of the tile makes his cock twitch, and you wish you could take him again. Instead, you lower yourself down onto your knees.
âYouâreâthe tileâs gonna hurt yourââ
âDo you want to cum in my mouth or on my face?â
He gulps. âYou donât have toââ
âAnswer the question.â You glare up at him, and he curses.
âYour face. If thatâs okay.â
You chuckle. âI wouldnât have offered if it wasnât.â
âIt kindaâit sounds so hot but I donât want you to think itâs demeaning or anythâoh, fuck.â His head drops against the wall when you take him in your mouth. You sink further and further until heâs snug down your throat, your nose pressed to his pelvis.
You hollow your cheeks as you pull away from him. He slides out with a pop, and when you look up at him, his jaw is dropped.
âFirst of all, if I was worried about you looking down on me, we would not be having sex at all. Second, donât be shy. Grab my hair. Fuck my throat, I donât care.â
His eyes widen, and like youâve awoken something inside him, he grabs the back of your head and pushes you forward. You grin smugly before wrapping your lips around his tip. Running your tongue along to gather his precum, you grab onto his thighs to keep you steady.
âCâmon, baby, take it.â He inhales sharply as he pushes his cock into your mouth. You let him take full control, humming around him.
The vibrations make his hips jerk, and his tip slams into the back of your throat. You whimper, tears welling in your eyes.
ââM sorry,â he groans, thrusting at a steady pace. âJust feels so fucking good. Smack me if you need to stop.â
You give him the best nod you can and brace yourself against him. It doesnât take long for his orgasm to approach after he has your confirmation. He holds your head firmly, letting out a high pitched moan as you gag and your throat constricts around him.
He mutters something incoherent, and you pull away from him and stroke him with your hand instead. As soon as his hips buck, you open your mouth. Strings of white shoot from his tip, and you close your eyes as it coats your face. You swallow what lands on your tongue, panting as you look up at him.
âOh,â he murmurs, the tips of his fingers lifting your chin up.Â
His thumb swipes over your bottom lip, and before he can rinse away his release, you lean forward and wrap your lips around him.
âMy fucking God, youâre dangerous.â He kisses you, guiding you back beneath the water to rinse you off. You sigh into his kiss, finally letting the warmth relax you completely.
âWe should get out soon,â you tell him.
âI donât ever want to be away from you.â He shakes his head. âLet me at least wash your hair like I said I would.â
You laugh and roll your eyes. âYouâre the one who got sidetracked, by the way.â
âAnd you love me for it. You said it yourself.â He beams at you, grabbing your shampoo from the shelf.
âThat is the truth.â You wrap your arms around him and allow him to work his fingers through your hair.
After your hair is washed, the two of you get out of the shower. Both of you are beyond exhausted, so you end up right back in bed together, you curled into him like heâs a body pillow. He runs his fingers up and down your spine.
âThink Jisungâll kill us?â he asks, sleep weighing down his voice.
âWho cares?â You listen to the steady sound of his heartbeat. âWeâre happy.â
Chenle pulls you impossibly closer and presses his lips to the top of your head. If anyone told you when you first met him that this is how it was going to work out with Chenle, you wouldâve laughed in their faces.
But life works in mysterious ways, and not only are you happier with Chenle in your life, but youâre a bit smarter, too.
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Angel. - sr x reader
Reader gets shot and Spencer is there to comfort her
content: fem reader, established relationship, angst/comfort, ambiguous ending, no use of y/n, takes place in 15x01-02
cw: canon compliant violence, blood, guns, dying (they're going to be fine dw)
wc: 966
an: Hey, so this is my first ever published Spencer fic, so I'm really nervous lol! This will get zero to no engagement and I'm accepting that now, but if ya'll want a part 2 I'm happy to oblige!! Enjoy lovelies <3
Part 2
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Everything happened so quickly, yet it felt like a millennia before I hit the groundâfree falling through life and death in turn, the descent ending on the dingy floor of a parking garage. My vision cut in and out through the surges of white-hot agony that were coursing throughout my entire body, ears ringing.
I saw a blurry figure pile into a car, before peeling out of the parking space, kicking up dust as it raced out of the building. I tried to move to grab my gun that was lying a few feet away, but it felt like the weight of the world was pressing down on me, causing me to become prone and forcing me to accept the fate that was laid before me.
As I coughed up blood, I had the inexplicable urge to laugh. The irony, that this was the way I would go outâlying defenceless and helpless on the cold concrete, synthetic LED bulbs flickering incessantly above me.
The pain was becoming too unbearable, paralysing any coherent thoughts. There was one word that was repeated over and over again:
Spencer.
I didn't know if it was a prayer to some higher being, or merely a mantra, but it was the only single word I could make out in the haze of my dying mind. I wished I was the one with the eidetic memory, so that I could at least see his face one last time.
Blood pooled steadily around me as it left my body, never to return. The ringing in my ears steadily grew louder while the garage was dead silent, besides for the wet sounds of me choking on my own blood.
The bitter silence was cut off by the frantic shouting of a name. My name. The person neared, skidding to a halt and dropping to their knees beside me. The blurry figure hovered over me, obscuring the too-bright lights from view.
They came into partial focus, and I choked out a sob when I realised my pathetic prayers had been answered. Spencer was here. He shushed me soothingly, stroking my hair with shaking hands. "It's okay, baby. You're gonna be okay, okay?" He cradled my cheeks with his hands, trying in vain to wipe the blood from my face with his own bloodied hands. I sobbed again, squeezing my eyes shut.
"No, no, no, no," Spencer chanted, "Keep your eyes open, love, please. Look at me," He pleaded, gently shaking me so that I would open my eyes again. They landed on his face, screwed up in worry and pain. I vaguely wondered if he was hurt, if that's why he looked as though he too was in agony.
My eyes studied his face as best as they could, mapping out every detail, desperate to memorise it. They landed where theyâwithout failâalways did. His eyes stared back with tears, frantic and pleading. I would gladly study these eyes for hours on endâand I didâso much so that he would often make fun of me for the incessant staring.
It didn't stop me though, not while those deep brown eyes with the ring of pure gold in the centre were there for me to look at. That's where my gaze now rested, on those gorgeous, breathtaking eyes.
"Spencer." My voice was foreign to meâshaky and so unbelievably small. "You- you came." I strangled out. He nodded, pushing my hair back off of my face.
"I'm here, baby. I'm here." His voice cracked and trailed off. He never let go of me as he radioed in, asking for an immediate ambulance. I didn't hear the response. Spencer carefully repositioned me, laying my head and shoulders in his lap as he searched for the source of the bleeding.
I gazed numbly up at Spencer, the lights causing a halo around his head with his messy curls. I thought that it was fitting. By all accounts he was an angel. My angel. I let out a shaky and ragged breath. How many more of those would I have? I could most likely count them with one hand.
Spencer stopped his quick search when he found what he was looking for, immediately putting pressure on the wound. I cried out at the added agony. "I know, I know, I know. I'm sorry, baby, I'm sorry." He kept chanting, cradling my head with his free hand. I whimper in pain.
"Spencer?" I breathed out, voice wobbling. He stroked my cheek lovingly, chest rising and falling rapidly.
"Yes?"
My face crumpled in pain. "It hurts."
He drew in a sharp, pained breath. "I know, baby, I know." He tucked a strand of my hair behind my ear. "Help's coming, okay? Hang in there, love." Another shaky breath. "Stay with me." His sentence tapered off to a barely audible volume, bloodied hand shaking violently on my face, tears dripping down his cheeks. "Please."
I started coughing again, more blood spraying over my face, some of it even ending up on Spencer's. It made me disproportionately angryâthat his face was tainted with my dying blood. I wished I could wipe it off, but I didn't have the strength to lift my arm.
My vision swam as I started to lose what was left of my consciousness as what felt like the last of my blood left my body. My eyes fluttered closed.
"No, no, no, hey!" Spencer gently tapped my cheek. "Don't close your eyes. Stay awake until the ambulance arrives, please," He begged, but my lids are incredibly heavy.
"I-I feelâ," I sucked in a shallow breath. "So cold."
He bundled me tighter against him, trying to sooth me with whispered comforting words. The last thing I remembered before I slipped out of consciousness was Spencer's calming voice and the sound of approaching sirens.
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Double the Fun
Pairing: Eren Jaeger x f!reader x Reiner Braun
Rating: Explicit â MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!
Word Count: ~3.9k
cw: next-door neighbors Eren and Reiner, modern day au, all characters are mid-twenties, explicit language, p*rn no plot, smut â threesome, vaginal sex, anal sex, anal play, spit play, nipple play, cunnilingus, face-riding, blowjob, hand job (M/M), double-penetration, multiple orgasms from the reader, sex toy use (anal plug), cream pies (in both holes), Reiner is a bit of a perv and sniffs panties (just like how he sniffed Historiaâs letter in the finale LOL), pet names (baby, sweetheart, sweetie), slight degradation (use of slut, cock slut, whore, and cock sleeve to address the reader), slight breeding kink, sex without a condom (assuming reader is on some form of birth control)
Summary: Youâve been having a bit of a dry spell recently with how busy youâve been at work. When you finally manage to snag a date with one of your online dating matches, youâre unfortunately stood up, leaving you in a worse mood than before. Lucky for you, your two hot neighbors are more than willing to cheer you up. Â
Authorâs Notes: Phew! This one is a doozy! Please make sure you read the content warnings before reading. This is filthy and shameless; I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it! I LOVE Eren and Reiner together, idk, they just always scratch this everlasting itch I have. Iâm still getting used to writing threesomes, so I hope this is okay! Also, this is my first foray into butt stuff and I may have awoken something inside me, LOL. MDNI divider by the loveliest @/cafekitsune. Thank you for reading!Â
Taglist: @batafuraikisu @neverlandlostchild @bloompompom @dprkento @a-listaire @man-knees @slvt-for-smut @antique-remains @aiyaaayei
part 4 of to all the boys who live next door anthology series
âAre you sure you donât want me to sit, like, two tables away? What if this guy is sketch?âÂ
You can spot the obvious concern in Pieckâs voice through the speaker of your phone, which is currently face-up on top of your vanity as you get ready. You finish the last steps of your makeup, inspecting yourself in the mirror, satisfied. âDonât worry, Iâve got pepper spray in my purse in case he tries anything funny,â you assure your best friend. Itâs been a while since you last went on a proper date. Pieckâs always been a worry-wart about you meeting strangers from your online dating apps, constantly reminding you to stay vigilant. Tonight is no different.Â
âYou should at least let your hot neighbors know that youâre going out, so they can keep an eye out for you,â she suggests, throwing that in casually. Ever since you moved in a few months ago, sheâs been rooting for you to hook up with either of the two men next door, Eren Jaeger and Reiner Braun. Sheâs met them plenty of times in passing and would much rather you date one of them instead of the countless of mysterious men on your current roster.Â
Thereâs no denying that theyâre attractive. Eren with his long, dark hair, striking eyes, and toned physique. Reiner with his sharp jawline, broad shoulders, and well-groomed goatee. They also happen to be incredibly friendly towards you, always greeting you in the hallway with a genuine smile, asking how your day went or what youâll be up to. Theyâve invited you for dinner on several occasions, which has always been pleasant, sometimes leaning towards the flirtatious side. Youâre sure theyâre just nice guys, cordial neighbors looking out for one another. Thereâs nothing more to it than that, even if a small part of you wants there to be.Â
You step back from your reflection, checking yourself out once one more. âIâll be fine, Pieck.â
âWhat if I canât reach you? There should be at least one other person whoâs aware of your whereabouts, right?â This is what binging too many true crime documentaries does. Still, youâre grateful for your friendâs concern, knowing itâs all out of love. You can tell sheâs actually distressed about this, so you end up agreeing, mostly to appease her. She wishes you well before hanging up as you slip into heels by the door.Â
You tug at the hem of your skimpy black dress, hand motionless on the doorknob. Itâs your first date in over a month. Work has been so busy that you havenât had time for romance or sex. The variety of sex toys tucked away in your drawer has been your only solace these past few weeks. To say youâre ready for some real action is an understatement. Youâre also incredibly nervous, afraid youâve lost your groove. Thatâs why youâve taken extra measures to fully prepare yourself for anything tonight.Â
With a deep breathe, you step out into the hallway, following Pieckâs advice. You knock on your neighborâs door and Eren is the first to answer. His expression brightens when he realizes itâs you. âHi,â he greets you, flashing that charming smile of his. He scans you up and down, taking in your appearance. âWow.â
âIs that a good wow or a bad wow?â you grin, twirling for him.Â
He swallows hard, checking you out once more. âDefinitely a good wow.â
Itâs that extra boost of confidence you need for this date, so youâre appreciative of him. âThank you, Eren. Youâre always so sweet.âÂ
He crosses his arms over his chest, smirking. âSo, hot date tonight?â
You decide to be honest with him. âYeah. Itâs been a minute, so Iâm a little nervous.â
âDonât be. Any guy would be lucky to date you.â His eyes twinkle at you kindly.
You imagine Pieck screaming at you from twenty miles away, begging you to date Eren instead of going out with this random swipe right. Eren is simply a sweet guy paying his neighbor a compliment. Thereâs nothing more to it than that. Before you get the chance to thank him, Reinerâs deeper voice calls out from inside the apartment. âWho is it?â
Without taking his eyes off you, Eren answers with your name. Soon, the blonde joins him, jaw dropping when he notices you. âFuck.â
Eren elbows him in the chest, to which Reiner mutters a strained apology. âSorry. You just look amazing.â
The flattery is almost too much, cheeks warm with embarrassment, stomach fluttering. âThank you.â Reiner is usually the more forward of the two, blurting out whatever is on his mind, though youâre not complaining.Â
Grinning, Reiner asks, âSo, whoâs the lucky guy?â
âSomeone I met online. My friend said I should let my wonderful neighbors know my whereabouts tonight, in case I end up missing,â you explain casually.Â
âHow morbid,â Eren chuckles. âWeâll keep an eye out for you later so that your friend doesnât have to worry.â
âI would appreciate that.â
Reiner raises a brow at you. âUnless youâre planning on sleeping with him. We probably wonât see you if it does go well.â He hunches forward when Eren lands another blow to his chest, shutting his roommate up.Â
You giggle, agreeing with him. âNo, youâre totally right. Iâm going to stay optimistic and say that if I donât come home tonight, thatâs a good thing.â
âWeâll hope for the best, then,â Eren replies, beaming.Â
You turn to leave, waving farewell to them. Reiner yells out, âHave fun tonight! But not too much fun!â
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You return to your apartment complex less than two hours later, heels clicking loudly on the tiled steps, feet heavy with disappointment. After taking a twenty-minute taxi ride to the restaurant you agreed to meet him at, you proceeded to wait an entire hour only to realize that youâve been stood up. No text, no reply, no call. Youâve been made a fool, completely humiliated, the night and the rest of your weekend absolutely ruined by this assholeâs no-show. Â
It takes you a while to dig through your purse for your keys, patience already worn thin. Frustrated, you groan out loud, staring up at the ceiling. âWhy me?â
In the worst timing ever, the door to your left swings open. Eren pops his head out, saying your name curiously.
Reluctantly, you turn to face him. âHey.â Â
He comes out, dressed casually in sweats, hair wrapped in a messy bun with the few stray strands draping the back of his neck. âThat was quick.â
With an unconvincing smile, trying to hide the shame that currently consumes you, you admit, âI got stood up.â
His demeanor changes instantly. The concern on his face is endearing, and when he drifts towards you, he reaches out, then drops his arm, unsure how best to console you without crossing any lines. âNo way.â
You nod, sighing. âItâs true.â
âFuck, Iâm so sorry.â He steps closer to you, hesitantly placing his hand on your shoulder, testing the waters.Â
You smile at him, enjoying this simple touch of comfort. âItâs fine. It is what it is.â
The two of you linger like this, Eren gazing into your eyes, holding you. His palm is hot on the fabric of your dress, and for a split second, you wonder how pleasant itâd be on your bare skin. And maybe itâs your wishful thinking or your desperation for human contact after being rejected tonight, but you can feel the heat of a spark between you now. Before you let your fantasies drive you to do something unprecedented, you search your bag again, finally retrieving your keys. He lets you go, watching you shove them into the keyhole, unlocking the door. âAre you okay?â
In all honestly, youâre not, but thereâs nothing him or anyone else can do about it, right? âIâll be okay. Sucks that I got all dressed up for this, though. What a waste.â
He doesnât respond right away, choosing his words carefully. âWell,â he starts, the faintest blush tinged on his cheeks. âIt doesnât have to be.âÂ
You stare at him, heart beating faster, making sure youâre understanding him correctly. âReally?â
He clears his throat, licking his lips. âYeah. Maybe we can get some use out of it.â
âWe?â
As if on cue, Reiner emerges from inside their apartment, having heard everything. âFuck that shitty asshole. Youâll have way more fun with us.â He stands next to his roommate, grinning at you.
This time, you do listen to Pieckâs voice in your head, yelling at you to go for it. To let these two alluring neighbors of yours take care of you the way you deserve. Already feeling better, you give them a coy smile, opening the door to let them in. âOkay, then. Come on in.â
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Itâs the first time theyâve ever been inside your apartment, though you save the formal tour for later. As soon as the three of you are inside, door shut, shoes off, theyâre both kissing you fiercely. Eren faces you, slipping his tongue into your mouth, hot and heavy. He caresses your sides, squeezing the curves of your body through your dress. Reiner is behind you, grip just below Erenâs, firm on your hips. His lips brush delicately on the nape of your neck, groin pressed to your backside, the bulge protruding from his pants growing harder and harder between your ass cheeks. You moan into the kiss, pussy throbbing in your lingerie, eager to be touched by either man, by both of them. Why did you even bother trying to hook up with strangers online when the perfect matches were beside you all along?
Reiner chuckles, breath hot on your ear, voice low and rugged. âYouâre really horny, arenât you? All dolled up and ready to be fucked, huh?â There he goes again, blunt and straightforward and so fucking sexy, exactly what you need tonight.Â
And here is Eren, soft and gentle, committed to kissing you, whispering sweet nothings any chance he gets. âYouâre beautiful. Such a gorgeous girl. So pretty for us.â Also exactly what you need.Â
You lead them into your bedroom, Eren flipping on the light switch, keeping his lips on you while Reiner strips out of his clothes, starting with his pants. Eren does the same, hoisting his shirt off, revealing his impressive figure. You attempt to slip out of your dress, but Reiner stops you. âKeep it on,â he rasps, down to his underwear now, boner more obvious, poking out from his briefs. Â
Eren pinches your butt, snapping the tight fabric to your skin. âWeâre not letting this go to waste, remember?â
You nod mindlessly, brain hazy with lust, too eager to be fucked. âFuck me,â you beg, spit smeared all over your lips.Â
They both laugh softly, walking you towards the bed. âSo impatient, so needy,â Eren coos, positioning himself in front of you, toying with the hem of the skirt.
Reiner sits up against the headboard, propping you up on his lap, your back pressed to his muscular chest. âWhatâs the rush, baby?â he teases, licking a stripe behind your ear. âWeâre going to take care of you. Right, Eren?â
Eren bites his lip as he works your dress up past your thighs until itâs bunched up at your hips, exposing your soaked thong on your wet cunt. âOh fuck yeah,â he huffs, salivating. âGonna make you feel so good. Make you come so fucking much.â
You spread your legs wider for him, a pathetic whine escaping your throat, more and more desperate by the second. He hooks his finger on the crotch of your panties, smirking at the string of arousal that stretches between the fabric and you. âSo fucking wet, holy shit.âÂ
He tugs it all the way off your legs, tossing it over to Reiner, who brings it up to his nose, taking a big whiff. âSuch a slut for wearing these on a first date. Our naughty girl.â He lets your lingerie fall from his grasp onto the floor, sliding to the plush of your thighs, keeping your legs spread apart.Â
Eren dives in, spreading his wide tongue flat on your clit, moving it side-to-side, stimulating you into your first orgasm. Your knees twitch from the sensation, the pleasure rippling through you like waves of ecstasy. You turn your head towards Reinerâs, opening your mouth, pleading him for a kiss. He obliges, sticking his tongue inside you, slurping up your saliva, hungry for it. âYouâre so fucking nasty,â he growls, reaching for the drawer beside the bed. âBet you have toys hiding in here. Why donât we have some more fun and play with them?â You whimper wantonly, keen on the idea of Reiner using whatever he wants on you to make you come again.Â
He finds exactly what heâs looking for: your precious anal plug, tapered on one end, heart-shaped gem on the other. When he pulls it out, he barks out a laugh, almost like he canât believe his luck. âYou really are a whore,â he whispers in your ear, sinister and wicked, about to have too much fun with this. âDid you prep yourself to be fucked in the ass? Be honest.â Even Eren pauses, peering up at you, curious.Â
âYes,â you mewl, squirming with arousal, body tingling all over.
Erenâs chuckle reverberates against your clit, releasing you from his mouth to lap at your wet slit. âGood girl,â he muffles, collecting your cum on his tongue. âSo perfect for us.â
The dynamic between them spurs you on, Eren playing the good guy, Reiner playing bad. Both of them work together with a common goal in mind: to cheer up their pretty neighbor from what would have been a bummer of a night. But already, youâre thankful that you were stood up; youâre certain now that this is the much better alternative.Â
âEren, switch spots with me,â Reiner demands. âAnd you,â he says, giving you a quick peck on the cheek. âOn your stomach.â
You both obey him without protest. Eren leans against the headboard with a dazed look in his eyes, licking his shiny, cum-coated lips. He smiles as you gaze up at him, wrapping your fingers around his shaft, stroking him. You open wide, tapping the tip of his dick on your tongue before sinking down on him until youâre too the hilt, swallowing him into the back of your throat. He cups yours cheeks, caressing you gently. âSo fucking pretty with my cock in your mouth. My gorgeous girl.â You accept the praise shamelessly, relishing the distinct taste of him.
From behind, Reiner worships you, squeezing your ass cheeks, spreading them apart to ogle at your fluttering hole. Without warning, he hocks a frothy wad of spit directly onto it, teasing his thumb on the rim. âFuck, baby,â he utters as you moan on Erenâs cock. âIâm gonna put it in now, okay?â
You nod, taking Eren deeper, your nose pressed to his groin, drool leaking from the sides of your mouth, bracing yourself. The plug is slick with lube as Reiner pushes it in carefully until the heart-shaped jewel is flush to your hole. He swears under his breath, marveling at the sight before him, cock pulsating in his fist. You stay like this for a while, adjusting to the toy inside you. It really did help that you prepared for this earlier.Â
âSo sexy,â Eren murmurs from above you, staring on your backside. âYou take it so good, sweetheart.â
âLike an obedient slut,â Reiner adds, using his thumb to push the plug the slightest bit deeper. He lifts your hips to position himself below you so that youâre straddling his face. âCan you come again, baby?â
âOf course she can. Sheâs our good girl,â Eren purrs, petting your head softly as you continue to blow him.Â
Reiner eats you out sloppily, different from Eren, whoâs intentional with his every move. It sends you into another frenzy, pushing you closer and closer over the edge, especially when he begins playing with the plug, pumping it in and out of you slowly. Youâre overstimulated with Erenâs hot cock throbbing in your mouth, clit swollen on Reinerâs tongue, and asshole puckered around the smooth glass of the plug. You reach your climax easily, gushing all over Reinerâs face, riding out your orgasm until youâve completely soaked him in your juices. He drinks it all up, messy and greedy for every drop of you he can scour. He really is as insatiable as you imagined heâd be.Â
You release Eren to catch your breath, to which he tips your chin up to face him. âYouâre incredible,â he says, the familiar twinkle in his eyes making your heart race. You paw at his chest, crawling up to meet him for a kiss.Â
Reiner quickly joins the two of you, not wanting to be left out, rubbing his hard cock between your ass cheeks. You kiss the both of them at the same time, all of your saliva mingling together into a hot, wet mess that youâre currently intoxicated by. After a moment, Eren pulls back. âDoes our pretty girl want to get fucked now?â
âShow us how big of a cock slut you are,â Reiner grunts, circling the jeweled end of the plug, teasing your hole.Â
Eren helps remove the dress off you completely, hoisting it off your body. He stretches his arm towards the drawer. âAre the condoms in here too?â
You shake your head briskly, bringing his attention back to you. âI want it raw. Want you to fill me up.âÂ
They both moan, clearly fond of your request, kissing you feverishly. Eren nudges your breast into his mouth, latching onto your nipple. Reiner sucks the skin all along your neck, leaving his love marks, growling, âYou want us to breed you, huh? Want all this cum inside these tight little holes of yours. Oh fuck.â His voice is rough and husky, gradually losing his composure.Â
Erenâs remains tender, his breath soft on your bosom. âWeâre going to breed you so good, sweetheart.â He shimmies down the bed, lying flat on his back, peering up at you with adoration. You straddle him, rubbing yourself on his shaft, needy for friction on your aching clit.
Reinerâs embraces you from behind, groping your chest, focusing on his roommateâs dick and your wet cunt gliding along it. He reaches between you and Eren, fisting his friendâs cock with fast strokes. âLook how hard he is for you. Heâs going to fuck you so good. Make you cream all over the sheets.â Your pussy is sopping with arousal from the dirty talk alone, but watching Reiner touch Eren has you dizzy.Â
âFuck, Reiner,â Eren moans, throat bobbing as he swallows hard. âThatâs so fucking hot.â He lets his roommate jerk him off while you continue to grind yourself on him. Soon, he replaces Reinerâs fist with his own, cockhead glistening with precum. âAre you ready, sweetheart?â
Reiner moves to your swollen bud, tapping it with his thick fingers. âOh yeah, sheâs fucking ready. Come on, cock sleeve. Put it in.â
Without wasting another second, you line yourself up with him. Eren slides in smoothly, his entire length in you, pussy stretched around him perfectly. You whimper from the fullness, his cock to the hilt and the plug nestled in your backside. Reiner places his hand on your posterior, urging you to lean down so that your chest-to-chest with Eren, who kisses you passionately, remaining still inside you. âEren,â you whimper his name, drooling into his mouth. He smiles against you, delighted at how fucked out you are for him.
Reiner adjusts his stance, hovering over you by planting one foot on the bed to prop his knee up, giving him enough leverage. He focuses on the plug, tugging it out just barely only to push it back in, repeating this several times, causing you to cry out in pleasure. Finally, he removes it completely, staring wide-eyed at your gaping hole, oh-so-inviting for his fat cock. âLook at that,â he croons, circling your rim with his finger, sensitive to his touch.
You want so badly to be stuffed full by both of them. In a trembling voice, you whine, âPlease, Reiner.â
Laughing, he delivers a harsh smack to your ass, skin immediately stinging from it. He dribbles more of his spit onto you, teasing the tip of his dick on the rim. âNot yet, slut.â You canât see him, too immersed in kissing Eren right now, but you can practically hear the wicked grin on his face, watching you squirm below him as he torments you.
Eren intervenes, annoyed with his friendâs behavior. âCome on, Reiner. Give her what she wants. She deserves it.â He nuzzles his nose to yours. âSheâs been a very, very good girl.â
Eventually, Reiner relents. âYouâre right. Sheâs a good girl. And good girls deserve to get fucked in both holes.âÂ
You shiver at his perverse words, bracing yourself. At last, he guides himself inside you, filling you to the brim. Itâs better than any fantasy you could dream of, the sensation so intense, tears begin welling in your eyes.
They start thrusting simultaneously, Eren pummeling your cunt from below, Reiner pounding your ass from behind. Itâs messy and raunchy, their hands slippery all over your body from lube, slick, and sweat. The air surrounding you is laden with lust and desire. The collective moans from all three of you echo off the walls of your small bedroom, along with the squeaks of your mattress creaking under the weight of your vigorous lovemaking.Â
Reiner is rendered speechless now, totally concentrated on pumping his cock in and out of your fluttering hole, the only sound from his mouth being his ragged breaths. Eren slips one hand between you, his digits pressed to your puffy clit as he fucks up into your pussy. The other fondles your tit, thumb flicking your nipple until itâs perky. He continues to praise you, constantly musing about what a good girl you are, how perfect you are for them.Â
At this point, youâve lost track of how many times youâve come. Youâre in a perpetual state of ecstasy, surrounded by the two hottest men in your life who are voracious for your orgasms. The sour memory from earlier has completely faded and all you can think about is the sweet bliss youâre currently indulging in.Â
Eren is the first to come, no longer able to endure it. His even thrusts turn erratic. âFuck, Iâm coming. Iâm coming inside you sweetheart, oh fuck.â
You kiss him languidly, drinking up his moans as he floods your cunt with his load. Soon, Reiner swears loudly, announcing his own climax. âFuck, gonna breed this slutty hole.â His cock swells, spurting his warm seed inside you.
You relax on top of Eren, whoâs equally as spent as you. Reiner pulls out slowly, fixated on his own cum dripping out of you. âFuck. Letâs see the other one, baby.â You lift off Eren, who almost seems reluctant to let you go. Both of them watch with hazy expressions as his creamy load spills out of you and onto his lap.Â
The room is musty with the scent of sex, the sheets messy and stained beneath you. Despite that, youâre on cloud nine, soaring high from having the nastiest mĂ©nage ĂĄ trois with your next-door neighbors.
Maybe you should try getting stood up more often.Â
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Poly!Losers!Eli and Demetri x Shy!Popular!Reader Headcanons
Req: I saw your post about popular reader and was wondering if you could do a poly loser Eli and demetri with a shy popular reader headcanons please
CW: small amount of smut including voyeurism and a little bit of oral (male receiving), insecurity.
Tags: @phoenix062
âšïž Reader never wanted to be popular. She's just popular by proxy. She always hung out with Yasmine and Moon as a kids and as they got older they became the popular kids, bringing Reader along for the ride. She doesn't like the attention and herbfriends know that, so they kind of act like her protectors; especially when they can tell the attention and chatter are too much for her.
âšïž Eli and Demetri are total losers. They spend their time admiring Reader from afar and fantasizing about a relationship with her. They talk about her all the time, usually Demetri without a filter and Eli becoming embarrassed of flustered in response to whatever he says. They do not have the courage to walk up to her and actually say anything because the last time someone tried that, Yasmine bit their head off.
âšïž Their paths don't cross until one day in gym class, everyone is outside playing a game but it's getting hard to keep up. Eli and Demetri run off and hide under the bleachers, planning to stay there until class ends and they can all go change in the locker room. However, they don't expect to find Reader there with a book.
She looks up at them pleasingly amd speaks so softly, "Please don't tell Coach I'm here... I hate close contact sports..."
Demetri grins, seeing an opportunity to finally talk to the girl of his and Eli's dreams. "So do we," he laughs and they sit down. "What are you reading?"
âšïž They have a nice conversation, for what it's worth. Reader doesn't talk too much and Eli clams up because he's in the presence of the girl he's been crushing on for years. It gets quiet between them fast but it's not an awkward silence. Reader likes quiet more often than not and doesn't mind it, while Demetri and Eli like it because they get to admire her upclose and she's not asking them questions about it.
âšïž Just before the class ends, she's gets up so she can be the first person in the locker room so she can change into her normal clothes without others around. She waves bye to Eli and Demetri before she's too far away though. They wave back, too happy with how things played out to even speak.
âšïžAfter that, they're even more in love with Reader. And to be clear, she didn't do or say anything special, she just sat and talked to them a little bit. Again, they're just pathetic losers lol.
âšïž Reader thinks they're cute. And now that she's seen them, they can't blend in anymore. However, just because she's popular doesn't make her confident. She's too shy to approach them. If they have a class together, lucky them, but it'd nothing special - well, Reader doesn't think she's all thay special in comparison to her friends, but Eli and Demetri think otherwise.
âšïž When they're alone, Eli and Demetri talk about her nonstop. It's a little embarrassing tbh but they don't care. Conversations will start off sweet and innocent but devolve into something more spicy. Especially if Reader wore a pretty outfit that showed off all of her curves and nice tits.
âšïž Those conversations usually lead to Demetri sucking Eli off to turn him into a whiny little loser. He doesn't say much of anything the whole time and just whines so pretty, maybe letting out Reader's name here and there but that's about it.
âšïž After many weeks of that, Demetri gets tired of moping about wishing they were with Reader. But what chance do they really have? After all, she's pretty and popular while they're barely ever given a second glance. Little do they know that Reader is aware of them, more so than they think - and it isn't because she wants to be mean to them like they think of her peers...
âšïž She wants them but has no idea how to approach them. So she asks her friends for advice. Yasmine and Moon are more than happy to assist Reader with her desire to ask out a cure guy (or two) and take her shopping. While out and about, they give her all sorts of tips and tricks to gain the confidence she needs to ask someone out and get a date.
âšïž Demetri and Eli almost think it's a joke when she approaches them one day and finally asks them out. However, that's outweighed by how cute she looks while doing it, shyly wringing her wrists and looking down at the ground while talking to them. Demetri lets out an enthusiastic "yes!" while Eli nods vigorously. She smiles at them and tells them that's great but that she's also never been on a date before, so she doesn't know what to really do...
âšïž They assure her that this will be their first date too because while Demetri and Eli are kind of together, they never made it official. They've played it off as being best friends for a long time but they both know they're more than that. Now they're going on a date with Reader and it's all they could have ever wanted.
âšïž They end up going to the arcade and showing her all of the best games that will give them the most tickets. She and Eli play side by side on the multiplayer games, sharing little smiles with each other while Demetri works on getting some tickets. At one point, Reader is struggling with one game and Demetri comes up behind her to help, putting his hands over her and basically playing the game for her. She's so fluttered but so happy about it at the same time, it's amazing.
âšïž By the time they're walking up to the prize counter so they can have dinner, Demetri has gotten enough tickets for a big prize and lets Reader pick something out. She gets one of the big stuffed animals from the top rack and it's perfect, Eli thinks so anyone.
âšïž The night ends in Reader's car; well, not really end because they sit in the backseat together to keep from taking them home. She doesn't want it to be over yet, feeling like it went by too fast. Reader put the backseat down so they'd have all the room in the back to sit together, putting a movie on her laptop for them. However, it's quickly forgotten about when Demetri decides he should make a move and puts a hand on her thigh.
âšïž Before they know it, they're making out in the back of her car, Eli watching and patiently waiting for him turn. Reader pulls away flushed and hot, only to turn to Eli and kiss him. She can't think about how shy she usually is because her other feelings (and hormones) are driving her to do these things she's never done before. She feels like she's on top of the world with Eli's tongue in her mouth and Demetri's hands wandering her body.
âšïž Demetri and Eli are feverish and sloppy with her, thinking that they'll never get this chance again. They pull little squeaks and moans from her as they feel her up and make out with her, only for her to stop them because she doesn't want to go too far. She shyly explains that she likes what they're doing but if they go any farther, she doesn't want it to be in the back of her car. That's reasonable and they get it, but they're also hard and horny.
âšïž So she sits back and watches them as Demetri fucks Eli in the back of her car. It gets her all hot and bothered, but she just watches, though she'll take care of things later on her own because she's just not ready. She can't deny that they're super hot though. Demetri makes Eli look at Reader the whole time he gets fucked until he's whining about needing to come and he asks her to help him finish. She does and swallows, making Demetri finish inside Eli.
âšïž She drives them home and asks them if she's they're girlfriend now, to which they happily tell her that she can be whatever she wants to be. She giggles and tells them she'd like to be theirs and they're more than happy with that response.
âšïž It was a bit of an awkward, wild date, but it ended a lot better than any of them could have anticipated. They can't wait to go on another...
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Only Pleasure Remains
Feyd Rautha x reader
Warnings - 18+, smut, oral (fem receiving), fingering, squirting, penetration, dirty talk, orgasm denial, multiple orgasms, basically enemies to lovers
Word count - 3608
a/n - this was supposed to be posted over a week ago, but I kept procrastinating on finishing it. This is also my longest imagine so far lol. Disclaimer: I haven't read the books yet I've only seen the movies, but I just ordered the first one. I hope you enjoy :)
Youâre currently pacing back and forth in one of the vip suites, waiting for the fight to start. Itâs the fight that will determine whether or not youâll have to marry the most deranged person youâve ever laid eyes on.
Feyd Rautha is known for being unhinged in and out of the arena. It could be because of his past that he lacks compassion, or he just has no regard for anyone other than himself. Heâll kill anyone in an instant without blinking an eye, but sometimes heâll take his time to enjoy the moment.
Youâve never talked to Feyd and have only looked at him from a distance each time you visited the planet for your father to discuss business matters. When he would join the meetings you would avoid eye contact, but he would always watch you. When you guys would pass each other in the corridors you would keep your head down and walk faster, but you knew he was looking at you. You never knew if he was looking at you like a piece of meat or an actual human being. What really made you sick is that, despite his horrific personality, you still found him attractive.
Recently your father and Baron Harkonnen had a huge argument and couldnât come to an agreement, and of course the only way to resolve the issue is with a battle with you as collateral. It wasn't completely out of the blue since your father was somewhat close to the Baron, but it was a terrible proposition. Baron Harkonnen wants to make sure his bloodline is secure before he dies and Feyd takes control, but of all the women in the universe he had to pick you.
So now here you are a week later, along with the other citizens inside the arena, waiting to see the outcome of the fight. You already know what it will be though, everyone knows it, but youâre hoping that just this once the outcome will be different.
Eventually, you hear Feydâs name being announced to the crowd followed by him strutting into the arena with no emotion on his face. You canât bring yourself to watch the fight so you turn your back as soon as it starts, not even bothering to take a seat. The arena is dead silent once the fight starts, allowing you to hear the clashing of swords and the shouts coming from each man.Â
Itâs not long before Feydâs announced as the winner, as usual, and the crowd erupts in cheers. You turn back around and catch sight of the dead bodies splayed around Feyd who's basking in the praise from the sea of people in the stands. Turning your head to your left you lock eyes with your father who gives you an apologetic smile, but you just shake your head not knowing what to say to him. You take one last look into the arena and at Feydâs face, before leaving.
The guards already knew of the arrangement and wouldnât let you stray too far from the grounds of the house. It didnât take long for you to find out about the several ladyâs maids you now had â more than back home â because they basically circled around you until you finally told them that you didnât need them at the moment. One remained close behind you though.
When you were shown to your room, you were met with one that was far from small. You had a king size bed, a spacious bathroom with a walk-in shower, and a balcony that allowed you to look out into the distance at the skyline. You notice your knick knacks and personal items were scattered around the room on tables and shelves, and your clothes had already been unpacked and inside the closet.
They really donât waste time here.
As beautiful as the room was, it couldnât replace the one you had back home â the life you had back home.
Later that night after you bathed, you were about to call it a day and just crawl under the covers, but you decided against it. Luckily there was no one standing outside of your room or lurking in the hallway, but there was still a chance of you getting caught by one of the guards or by one of the Baronâs henchmen.
Even though youâve been here many times, you have only gone to the places that were necessary: the throne room, restrooms, dining hall, and the room for meetings. As you walked you noticed that many of the rooms were either locked or empty. You did manage to find a room full of paintings and another resembling an armory that seemed to be for display only.Â
Some of the items were tarnished, some looked extremely fragile, and some still had the blood on it from the time it was used. When you heard a pair of paced footsteps, you decided to make your way to the other side of the house to continue your exploration and to avoid being seen.
The other side gave you a completely different vibe, mainly because the corridors were barely lit. The main source of light came from the fireworks exploding outside, an applaud for Feyd. You started to wish you had brought a candle or anything that could grant you more light since the ceiling lights werenât helping much. The farther you walked, you started to feel more and more uneasy. You felt like someone was watching you, which is ironic because this wasnât the best lighting for seeing.
Feeling it was time to end the exploration, you turn around and start to head back but stop when you hear something. Or, at least you thought you heard something. It was dead silent except for the faint sounds of explosions. You were about to keep walking when you felt someone wrap their arm around and press a blade to your neck. The personâs scent is familiar though, reminding you of what you would smell every time you walked past Feyd.
Was he just casually hiding in the shadows?
âWhat are you doing here? How did you get past the guards?â you hear Feyd ask from behind you in his usual raspy voice, the rasp that you love but will never admit outloud.
You're relieved that itâs not a random person, but still a little fearful given the fact he could end your life at any second. The thought practically paralyzes you.
âI was just about to head back to my room,â your response is short.
âThat doesnât answer what I asked. No oneâs allowed this way,â Feyd says as he circles around to stand in front of you with the edge of his blade still pressed to your neck. âWait a minute, Iâve seen you around. Arenât you that lordâs daughter, the one Iâm so supposed to be marrying?â
You were about to just give him a simple nod, but then remember the blade pressed against your throat. âYes.â
He waits a moment as he looks at you before moving his hand away and leaving it to hang by his side along with the blade. Despite being surrounded by darkness, his blade still manages to shine. You automatically take a step back.
âI couldâve killed you, why didnât you say anything?â he asks, though his tone makes it clear he doesnât care too much.
âTo be fair you had a blade pressed to my neck,â you answer as Feydâs dark eyes stare into yours. He doesnât reply right away as he looks you up and down. His stare makes you feel exposed considering youâre only wearing a thin nightgown covered by a robe. Unconsciously, you begin to play with your fingers behind your back. Feyd notices your fidgeting though.
âAre you scared of me?â he suddenly asks, and youâre not sure how to reply. Everyone is scared of him, but is he genuinely asking or is he trying to get a kick out of this?
âNo,â you choose to say, and he smirks.
He starts to slowly walk around you as he continues speaking. âNo? Do I just make you nervous then? It has to be something because youâve always avoided eye contact with me, and I know how you would distance yourself from me on purpose. In fact, this is the first conversation weâve had. Come on now, weâre going to be married soon, we should be able to talk to each other,â he smirks.
Well, what the hell am I supposed to say to that?
âIsnât that how you want people around you to feel? Everyone has their weakness, whatâs yours?â you question as he continues to circle you.
He doesnât hesitate to say, âI donât have one.â
âEveryone has one,â you pause as you think then say, âwhat about the women you always have around? Everyone knows youâre a playboy, that sounds like a weakness to me.â
He stops in front of you to look down at you and into your eyes with the smirk still on his face. âThat sounds like jealousy to me.âÂ
âItâs simply an observation,â you shrug.Â
âYou know, I usually donât let the women I sleep with talk to me like this,â he says with a tilt of the head.
âWhatâs that supposed to mean?â
âIt means that for you I guess I will make an exception, given the fact youâre my bride and all,â he says before he circles behind you again to press his body up against yours. He leans into your ear to whisper, âbut just this time.â
You wish you could stop the goosebumps from appearing on your skin or the shiver that works its way through your body. You thought Feyd wouldnât notice, but he mustâve because he leans back with a light chuckle. Right now all you want to do is slap him across the face for his arrogance and yourself for the way your body reacted to his words.Â
âI wonât sleep with you just yet, my darling, but it will happen soon because itâs obvious you canât wait,â Feyd says as he slowly backs away from you. You turn around wanting to say something else, but before you get the chance he says, ârun along now, itâs getting late.â
He keeps that smug look on his face as you give him one last look before leaving. Your mind tells you to hate him, but your body says otherwise as a warm feeling travels through your core as you walk back to your room.
You also hate how every night after part of you expects Feyd to walk through your bedroom door. He didnât come the night after your encounter in his corridor. He didnât come the next night either or the night after that. You knew it was foolish waiting for a man that has his own sex slaves â a man that youâre supposed to detest.
It isnât until the fourth day that Feyd arrives at your door; little did you know Feyd was having his own internal conflict. He hadnât used any of his slaves since that night he caught you in his corridor, not feeling the need for them. He also was not a fan of his feelings toward you.
You were standing out on your balcony enjoying the night breeze when you heard a knock on your door. You knew it could only be one of your ladyâs maids at this time, so you didnât hesitate to tell the person outside the door to come in as you took a couple steps back into your room. In walked a ladyâs maid that you have grown quite fond of over the past couple of days.
âThereâs a visitor here for you, would you like me to send them in,â she asks.
You wanted to say no given the current time, but you nodded anyway and watched as she walked back out. Not even a few seconds later, Feyd replaces her spot covered in a black robe, a stark contrast to his pale skin, and closes the bedroom door behind him.
Your body stiffens, nearly stuck to the ground, as you quickly try to figure out your emotions in your head. Feyd takes his time walking towards you as he looks around your room, and this gives you enough time to pull yourself together. You step back out onto the balcony as he gets closer and closer, and he follows you out there.
âNice view donât you think?â he asks as he stands next to you, looking out into the distance.
âDid you really come here to ask me about the view?â you look up at him.
âStraight to the point, I like it,â he smirks.
âStraight to what point?â you act dumb and put some space in between the two of you.
âWhy do you think Iâm here?â he tilts his head down at you.
âApparently to talk about the view,â you reply in a joking manner and look out into the distance to avoid his gaze. Out of the corner of your eye you can see his jaw tighten.
âYouâre making this hard.â
âWhat?â you ask, still not looking at him. You want him to hear him say outloud what he wants.
Except he doesnât say anything. Instead, he quickly closes the distance between the two of you as he places his lips on yours and his hands on your cheeks. The force he uses startles you and pushes you back a couple steps, but you recover and grab onto his wrists as you begin kissing him back.
You wonder for a second if youâre giving in too easily, but the feeling of Feydâs grip on you tosses the idea out of your mind.
Feyd hated how needy and desperate he felt as his lips attacked yours. The kiss was rough, but Feyd was trying to hold himself back from going too far. Normally he wouldnât care about how rough or gentle he was with a woman because his slaves never complained â not like they had a choice â and some of them even came to him first to satisfy their own needs. This time though, it was him coming to you.
Feyd deepens the kiss, keeping his hold on your face firm, as he starts to push you back into your bedroom. Once your legs hit the bed, he unties the knot on your robe before slowly peeling it off your shoulders leaving you nothing but your nightgown and undergarments. He breaks the kiss to push you back, and you scoot your body into the center of the bed.
 The way he focuses on you as he stands at the bottom of the bed makes you feel like one of Feydâs opponents in the arena. The thought sends warmth between your legs.
He takes off his own robe leaving him in only his underwear before he starts to crawl on the bed, trailing a hand up one of your ankles up to your thigh, until heâs hovering above you. Your breathing is shallow and your heart races in anticipation for whatâs to come. The only other person you've had sex with was one of your close friends back on your home planet, and you enjoyed it, but that friend wasnât Feyd. He wasnât a murderous maniac known for his sexual relations like Feyd was. Another wave of electricity passes through your body.
Feyd dips his head down and starts placing kisses on your neck from your ear to your collarbone, making a low whine escape your lips. All the while, the hand gripping your thigh inches farther north until it reaches your panties and begins to touch you through them. It doesnât take too long for a wet spot to appear on the fabric, and itâs obvious that Feyd notices too, seeing as how you can feel a smirk form on his lips. You squeeze your legs together wanting more from him, but Feyd pushes your legs back open and bites the skin on your neck.
You draw in a breath as he whispers into your ear, âbe patient.â His voice may be light, but you can hear the firmness behind it.
He moves his face away from your neck and takes his time as he moves his body lower and lower until his face is between your thighs. He pulls your underwear down your legs before tossing them to the side, and helps you dispose of your nightgown revealing your bare body to him. You start to wish that your bedroom lights were off as you look down to see Feydâs dark eyes taking all of you in.
A smile spreads across his face once he notices you shying up. âThereâs no hiding from me now.â
He says nothing else and dives right into you. His movements are rough yet gentle as he eats you out, resembling hunger. The way he flicks his tongue over you like a snake has your back arching while you let out a consistent string of moans. You tightly grab hold of the blanket beneath you with both hands as you move your hips into his mouth. You canât help but roll your eyes from the speed of his tongue.
Feyd places one hand onto your stomach before moving it up to one of your breasts to grab hold of, while his other hand joins his lips between your thighs. He wastes no time slipping a finger into you as he moves his mouth up to suck harshly on your clit.
âOh my god,â you say breathlessly. One of your hands lets go of the blanket to join Feydâs on your breast.
The finger inside of you pumps into you at a measured pace before gradually getting faster. He decides to add another finger without letting up on his speed. You can tell that him pleasuring you gives him satisfaction, noticing the fact that heâs in his own world. Naturally, your body starts to move away from his mouth and your legs start to close as the pleasure becomes more intense.
Feyd releases his hold on your clit and lifts up his head to make eye contact with you. âI need you to stay still,â he tells you in more of a warning tone and pulls you back to his mouth before continuing, not waiting for you to answer.
Once you feel your orgasm nearing your moans get louder as they turn into whines. Feyd notices the way you become shaky and how you start writing around more so he moves his mouth away and pulls his fingers out of you. Your mouth falls open as you look down at him, the warmth previously building up in your stomach slowly starting to fade away. Youâre about to say something when he looks into your eyes and shushes you.
He then moves his hand on your breast and places it on your stomach, gently adding pressure. Youâre confused and you expect him to say something, but he doesnât.Â
Then suddenly you feel his fingers start to move inside you again, except this time at a different pace. He begins to quickly pump his fingers in and out of you, causing you to throw your head back as your back lifts off the bed. You feel yourself getting close to tumbling over the edge again, although this time it feels different. Itâs unlike all the other times you have brought yourself to an orgasm.
Right as your orgasm hits you, you feel a gush of liquid squirt out of you. You cum with a loud cry, forgetting the fact that the doors to your balcony are still wide open. When the thought pops into your mind you donât even care about anyone being able to hear you.
Feyd stops when you move your hands down to try and push him away. He looks down at his chest to see the mess you created and lets out a low laugh. As your body starts to relax, you look down to see Feyd standing at the bottom of the bed pulling down his underwear to reveal his hard length to you.
âDonât worry, Iâm not done with you yet,â he tells you as he positions himself between your legs.
He rubs the tip of his length up and down your slit spreading your arousal around. You let out a whine at his teasing and he says, âready for another one, are we?â
He doesnât stop right away, but when he finally glides into your soaked opening it pulls a moan out of both of you. He places his arms on either side of your head and leans down to connect his lips to yours. The kiss is rough and sloppy, and you tightly wrap your arms around his waist pulling him closer to you. You donât even care if you seem desperate anymore.
Youâre still sensitive from your previous orgasm, but Feyd doesnât care as he ruthlessly pounds into you. Once he finds the spot inside of you that makes you gasp, he makes a mental note of it as he repeatedly thrusts into it.
It doesnât take long for your next orgasm to build up, releasing it with a silent cry as you unintentionally dig your fingers into Feydâs back causing him to groan in your ear in pleasure. He keeps his thrusts consistent as you begin to leak around his cock and onto the blanket beneath you. Thereâs no doubt youâll have to change the bedding later.Â
With another smirk he firmly grips your jaw and says, âI hope you can take a few more, my darling.â
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Comfortable
Pairing: Bucky X Reader
Summary: Bucky finds out that youâve never climaxed during intimacy and heâs not happy about that.
Warnings: Smut, Crying during sex, Overstimulation (mental and physical), Language, Fluff, Minor Angst but not really
Word Count: 2.8K
A/n: Kinda based on life but without bucky coming in and setting things straight lol. Iâve also got the first like 5 parts of a new series written, so thatâll be coming soon hehe. anyway, I hope you guys enjoy, and I love you all very much!Â
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âI donât know, Nat, I just... I guess Iâm just never... I donât know. Iâm in my head a lot, I guess.â
The redhead snickers, elbowing her sister and sharing a look with her before both of their gazes return to yours.
âBarnes lacking?â
You shake your head quickly, trying to clear his name.
âNo! No, God no! He just... itâs not him, itâs me. I think too much, Iâm focused on making sure itâs good for him, making sure he finishes that I... I donât know.â
Yelena purses her lips, âdoes he know he hasnât made you cum yet?â
You swallow hard and shake your head, dropping your gaze to your lap.
âI... I fake it.â
The assassins exchange glances again and you huff a sigh.
âHeâs good, heâs really good and he makes me feel good and I get close but... I just canât... I canât cum. And itâs not like itâs just him, Iâve never cum with anybody Iâve been with. I just... canât do it. Maybe Iâm broken,â you whisper that last part mostly to yourself, but both women jump in and shake their heads.
âItâs an intimate thing. You probably just want to feel one hundred percent comfortable with the person before giving that last bit of yourself to them. Orgasming with a partner for the first time is... intense. You should talk to him about it, tell him the truth and explain it. Maybe you guys need more foreplay, maybe you need to be in control more, but youâll only figure it out by talking to him about it.â
You bite your bottom lip and shake your head at Natasha, âI donât wanna hurt his feelings though, Nat. I just... how the hell do I gently tell him that he hasnât made me cum and I've been faking it the whole time?â
Two sets of trained eyes dart over your shoulder just as you hear the door to your apartment shut.
Tension pulls your shoulders up and you squeeze your eyes shut, praying that he didnât hear you.
The way the two Russians in front of you press their lips into thin lines gives you your answer, and you drop your head forward, hating the fact that this is now a conversation you need to have with your boyfriend.
âWell uh, I think we should take that as our cue to leave,â Yelena says awkwardly, pressing on a smile and offering Bucky a small wave as she rises to her feet, Natasha following after.
You stay rooted in place on the couch, refusing to even acknowledge his presence as he putters about in the kitchen, waiting until your friends leave before finally making his way into the living room.
Your eyes donât leave your hands as he takes a seat on the floor in front of you, his hands, one cold and one warm, finding yours and squeezing gently.
âIâm sorry,â you whisper, squeezing your eyes shut and trying to take deep breaths.
If you were to look at him, youâd see that his face is confused, not angry. Not a hint of anger could be found within him. If anything, heâs upset that you hadnât told him before. That you didnât feel comfortable confiding in him and telling him the truth.
The entire time he was under the impression that you were enjoying the sex and getting just as much out of it as he was.
âWhy are you apologizing, sweet girl?â
You sniffle and shake your head, fear icing your veins.
You donât want him to be mad at you and you donât want him to feel offended.
âI just... Iâm sorry.â
He shakes his head and reaches one hand up to cup your jaw, raising your head enough so that you finally, finally look into his eyes.
Your beautiful eyes are filled with tears and it makes his heart ache in his chest.
âWhy the tears, honey, whatâs wrong?â
You shake your head and sniffle, dropping your gaze only to raise it when he squeezes your chin.
âCâmon, sweet girl, you can talk to me. I... I donât want you to ever be afraid to talk to me, okay? Whatâs got you so upset?â
You take a deep breath and squeeze his hand, trying to muster up your courage.
âI just... I donât want to make you mad.â
He furrows his brows and shakes his head, absolutely flabbergasted at the fact that you think heâd be mad at you for being honest.
âWhy would I ever be mad, baby? If youâre upset, I wanna know what I can do to make you feel better.â
You take another deep breath then slowly nod.
âI just... I know that sex is a sensitive topic for a lot of guys. Especially... their performance. And yours is great! The sex is great and I love it and youâre amazing! I just... I havenât... yaâknow. I never have with anyone else either. Iâm starting to think that I can only do it by myself,â you whisper glumly, your shoulders sinking in.
Bucky is quiet for a moment. Heâd already heard every word youâd spoken to Natasha and Yelena, and, heâs not gonna lie, it punches at his pride to know that his girl isn't enjoying it as much as he is. All he wants is for you to feel your best in every aspect of life.
âWell, why donât we talk about this a bit more, huh? You said that itâs not just me, but everyone youâve been with?â
He knows this isnât about him, itâs about you, but he really hopes that youâre not trying to soften the blow. If other people have made you cum, he wants to know how and when and then he wants to cut their fingers off for ever touching you.
You nod, sniffling. âYeah, I just... I donât know if I get in my head too much or if Iâm... not comfortable enough, but I just... I canât.â
He nods slowly, trying to gather his thoughts and figure out a solution.
âWhat can I do to make you more comfortable, honey?â
You shake your head and push to your feet, hating every word of this conversation.
âI am comfortable with you, Buck. I just... forget I said anything, it doesnât matter anyway.â
His long fingers wind around your wrist, stopping you from fleeing like you so desperately want to.
âIt does matter, honey. It matters a lot, actually. Iâm not mad and Iâm not offended. I just... I want you to feel the same intimacy that I feel when we have sex. Itâs... amazing. And I want you to experience it. So tell me how I can make you feel better.â
Your glossy eyes raise to his and, when you see nothing but honesty and love, you nod slowly.
âI donât know whatâs missing or what needs to happen. Youâve got me really close, but I just.. maybe I think about it too much? I donât know.â
He cups your cheeks and presses the softest kiss to your forehead.
âYouâre gonna need to direct me, baby. Next time, youâre gonna need to tell me what you like, what feels good, okay? And when you get close, you tell me and Iâm gonna keep going until you actually cum, is that all right?â
You nod again.
âOkay.â
He kisses your lips gently then pulls you into a tight embrace.
âOkay.â
~*~
The next time the opportunity to be intimate arises, itâs after a small get-together at Yelenaâs place.
Youâve already had a sizeable glass of wine, and now all you want is your boyfriendâs hands on your body.
He pushes open the door to your shared apartment, a grin on his lips as you pepper kisses along his jawline.
âHey, sweetheart. You want something? Hmm?â
You nod, lips not leaving his skin as you push his jacket off of his shoulders.
âCâmere.â His metal arm dips beneath your thighs, hoisting you up, while his flesh arm wraps around your waist, keeping you held tightly against his chest as you wrap your legs around him.
He leads the two of you through the apartment and into the bedroom, laying you down gently on the bed and pulling away to pull his shirt off.
You shimmy out of your dress and toss it to the ground, leaving you only in your matching black lace set.
Buckyâs eyes devour your figure and heâs quick to shed his pants and join you on the bed, crawling between your legs and smoothing his hands over your thighs.
âHow you feelinâ, pretty girl? You okay?â
You nod, bottom lip tucked between your teeth as he looks at you like youâre the only woman on the planet.
And to him, you might as well be.
âYou gonna let me eat you out, baby? Please?â
How could you possibly say no to that?
When you nod at him, he grins, beyond pleased, and slides his fingers beneath the fabric on your hips.
He pulls your panties down your legs and brings them up to his face, holding your gaze while taking a deep breath through his nose.
âFuck, you smell good. Taste even better, though.â And with that, he situates himself between your thighs and flattens his tongue against you, licking you from your dripping hole up to your throbbing clit.
You sigh happily, fingers tangling through his hair as he works his tongue over your clit and dips two fingers into your heat.
âJust like that...â you whisper, your head digging into the pillows as he plays you like a fiddle.
He continues fucking his fingers into you, pausing when you give a particularly hard tug on his hair then repeating exactly what made you do that.
You can feel it slowly building, each pass of his tongue and thrust of his fingers brings you slightly closer, and you canât help but feel your heart begin to race.
âFuck... just like that, Bucky...â
He follows your instructions perfectly, doing exactly what makes you feel good.
He watches your face scrunch, feels your heels dig into his back and your nails scratch at his scalp and - Goddamn is this what he was missing out on? This is what you look like when youâre really about to cum?
It takes all of his self-control to not grab his phone and take a picture of you.
Your chest rises and falls more rapidly and your eyes are squeezed shut as your walls start fluttering around his fingers.
Fuck, you look gorgeous.
Itâs such a strange feeling, having him bring you closer and closer to the edge. Itâs so foreign yet so right and you tug at his hair and roll your hips up to his face.
âBucky, I... Iâm gonna.... oh fuck, please... Iâm gonna cum, please!â
God, hearing that is like music to his ears.
He continues, bringing his free hand up to yours when you reach for it.
You interlock your fingers and grind your teeth together as your release washes over you, far more intense than anything youâve ever been able to bring yourself.
A sound thatâs half-moan half-gasp falls from your lips and you squeeze his hand harder while your walls clamp down around his fingers.
Bliss fills you, sparks flying from every nerve in your body, head to toe, and Bucky watches in awe.
Heâs not sure how he believed you before when you were faking. The way you look when you cum is something heâs never going to be able to forget now.
Your body is wound so tight, your thighs clenched around his head and your nails digging into his scalp. Your walls are pulsing and clenching and, fuck, it feels incredible. He canât wait to feel it around his cock.
He continues slowly fucking his fingers in and out of you while working his tongue over your clit, only pulling away when you tug your hips back.
He smacks his lips together and pulls away, his eyes connecting with yours.
Your chest heaves and your forehead has a light sheen of sweat on it, and you look like the Goddess you are.
âHow you feel, baby?â He asks gently, smoothing his hands up your sides and rubbing his thumbs over the soft skin of your stomach.
You only nod at him, your hands coming to rest on his wrists.
âWords, baby. I need words.â
You lick your lips and take a deep breath before speaking.
âI feel good, Buck. I-I feel really good,â you whisper, eyes prickling with tears at the intensity of the moment.
He smiles lovingly down at you and leans in for a gentle kiss.
You taste yourself on his tongue and it makes the moment even more erotic.
âGonna let me fuck you, baby?â He asks against your mouth, trailing his lips down your neck and kissing your skin gently.
You nod, sighing softly as tears trail back into your hairline.
He pulls back for a moment, just long enough to situate himself comfortably between your thighs and align himself with your entrance.
And then heâs pushing into you slowly, making you feel every single inch of it.
Your mouth drops open and your legs wind around his hips, pulling him even deeper than before. Heâs pressing against every sensitive spot inside you and it feels heavenly.
âFuck, you feel good, baby. Feel so good... God... nice nâ tight... wet... shit youâre like heaven.â He rasps the words against your throat, lips trailing up over your skin to rest on yours for a quick moment before he pulls back to gaze into your eyes.
âI love you, pretty girl. I really do.â
Your heart swells and you lean up to kiss him, gasping against his lips when he pulls his hips back and slams them forward.
He starts a steady pace, smoothing one of his hands over yours and interlocking your fingers.
âI wanna feel you cum for me again. Wanna feel it on my cock, baby. God, you look so pretty when you cum. Wanna take a picture of it and frame it, I swear.â
You squeeze your eyes shut and whine softly, arching your back and groaning when he hits deeper inside of you at the new angle.
âRight there... oh fuck, please...â
He buries his head in your neck, peppering the skin there with kisses while his free hand travels between your bodies to find your clit.
He circles the bundle of nerves with expert precision, lifting his lips to yours to swallow your moans.
Youâre barely kissing. No, itâs more of just breathing each otherâs breaths and moaning in each otherâs mouths, but the intimacy is unmatched and the passion is flaming through your soul.
You wind your free arm around his shoulders, pulling him down to press more of his weight against you, and you canât help but feel more secure and more comfortable.
âI... Bucky... Iâm gonna... oh fuck.â
He nods, showering your face in kisses.
âCum for me, honey. Câmon, please. I wanna feel you cum on my cock.â
You canât very well deny him when heâs asking you so nicely.
His fingers move against your clit faster and faster while his hips continue grinding into yours firmly, making your toes curl and your back arch further.
Your chest presses against his and you rake your nails against his back so hard you're sure youâre drawing blood, but you canât find it in yourself to care.
Not when youâre falling headfirst into the most intense and powerful climax of your life.
Your vision goes white and your ears start to ring, and all you can do is squeeze around him.
Your legs tighten around his waist, your nails dig into his flesh, and your walls clamp down around his cock as fireworks erupt in your belly.
Bucky fucks you through it, keeping his pace steady as you tremble and convulse beneath him, your mouth open as soft whines fall from it.
God, the feeling of you, all hot and tight and wet around him... heâs ready to die happily now that heâs gotten to truly experience the glory that is having you cum around him.
His pride swells and he can't help the way his ego inflates when he pulls his head back to look at your pretty face.
He did that.
He made you feel that good.
Heâs the only man, no, the only person in the world besides yourself thatâs ever made you cum. And heâs going to be the only one.
And now that he knows how to do it, now that he's gotten you there with his mouth and his cock, heâs never going to get enough of it. Heâs gotta make up for lost time, doesn't he?
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BAD IDEA RIGHT?
PAIRING lee juyeon x f!reader
WORD COUNT 4.10k
GENRES ⊠smut
WARNINGS 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, literally porn with plot. like iâm so insane, enemies to âwe fuckinâ as reese put it đ„°, frat boy tbz again!!!, juyo is literally so irritating in the first half im not even gonna lie, heâs also a manwhore, making out, reader is a bit of a brat, juyeon has a dirty mouth, kinda dom!juyeon, vaginal fingering, oral (m! receiving), SHOWER SEX !12!1!, heâs hitting it from the back btw, unprotected sex, creampie, juyeon is actually⊠i donât even know how to describe him writing his character made me want to claw at the walls lol
SUMMARY deep down youâre fully aware that youâre probably making a huge mistake by giving into juyeon just like every other girl on campus ever has. but paired with how intoxicating his mouth feels on your own and the steam filled bathroom clouding your head, you canât seem to find a logical reason to stop.
MORE heheheh im back đ€ oh my god this was actually the cause of a week full of sleepless nights. i genuinely drove myself crazy writing this bc NEED FRRRR like idk iâm so đ delusional. ANYWAYS. ANON. THIS ONE IS FOR U. U REQUESTED THIS AND I RAN WITH IT. u wanted more juyeon, i deliver more juyeon ;) also shout out to ally, moni, AND reese for betaâing đ„ș i love u my cupcakes!! prompt used: 18 <3
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If there was anyone on Earth that you hated more than anything, it had to be Lee Juyeon.
To put things plainly, he was quite literally the bane of your existence. Being around him made your blood pressure skyrocket and gave you migraines that lasted for days. It was insane how one person could affect you so much by doing so little. It seemed as if he thrived off of getting under your skin.
Considering he was the captain and the pitcher of the baseball team, it wasnât shocking. He was also a member of one of the most popular fraternities on campus. But he happened to be roommates with one of your best friends, and that made it ten times worse.
Youâd known Changmin since third grade, along with Kevin and Chanhee. When he mentioned heâd be joining a fraternity in college, you were a bit apprehensive. All you knew about them was what youâd read in YA books and seen in movies. Neither gave them a good rep. Part of you wanted to talk him out of it, but you knew this was something you had to let him do, given you were adults and it was his college experience. At least you still had the other two under one roof.
The first time you met Juyeon was also the first time you attended a frat party. Changmin had just passed his initiation after waiting a year and he invited all of you to celebrate. You were excited for the most part since high school parties were more for an adrenaline rush due to the fact that your parents never let you go to them and you either snuck out or lied about going. You didnât have to worry about the limitations of parents this go around.
The boys disappeared almost immediately upon arrival, leaving you to fend for yourself in the very crowded fraternity house. You could hardly pass through a room without bumping into somebodyâs shoulder or elbow, huffing as you maneuver around the house equivalent to a sardine can. Your drink nearly spilled onto your top multiple times and you were glad you decided against the heels for the night.
You chugged the rest of the jungle juice in your cup as you stepped onto the patio, where itâs just as noisy and just as packed. Youâre lucky enough to find an empty lounge chair near the houseâs pool, unoccupied and calling your name. When your legs touch the plastic chair, you flinch at how hot it is, most likely from being in the sun all day.
âWoah, do you want a cushion?â
You look up at the source of the voice. Youâve seen him around campus before, and even at Changminâs games. Lee Juyeon was just one of those people that you had to know, unless youâd been living under a rock. Just like everyone else in the world, you couldnât deny how attractive he was. From this distance, you truly understood why girls would giggle like high schoolers over the guy.
âUh, sure. Yeah, that would be great actually.â You nod, watching as he wanders towards the shed in the corner of the big ass backyard. He returns promptly, holding his red solo cup between his teeth and one hand on your lower back guiding you to a standing position so he could place down the cushion.
âAs a thank you, can I get your name?â He gives you a cocky little smile that shouldâve been a warning. And looking back on it, you shouldâve seen his true personality sooner, to be completely honest. The way his lips curled at the corners, like a conniving bastard who got off on irritating others.
âItâs Y/N,â you say, messing with your empty cup. âIâd ask for yours, but I kinda already know.â
He laughs at that, scratching the back of his neck. âThatâs not surprising.â Itâs at this point that youâre starting to see through his sweet facade, but despite knowing betterâ despite always keeping your guard upâ you let yourself fall for it just this once. All because you didnât want to fuck things up for Changmin. He owed you big time.
âWell, you are a talented athlete.â You didnât want to fuel what is probably already a massive ego, but youâd rather compliment his baseball skills than the fact that he was infamous for screwing around with half of the girls on campus. Technically, that was a feat of its own since heâd only been in school for a year.
âOh, so you think Iâm talented?â He rested a hand on your chair, leaning down to your level. Confidence oozed from every corner of his being and if you werenât so self aware, perhaps you couldâve ended up like all those other victims of his charismatic behavior.
âI go to the games for Changmin,â you scoff, glancing away from his face to stop the heat rising up your neck. âIâve only paid attention to you once or twice.â
âYeah, sure. Let's go with that,â he bites his lip, blatantly checking you out. âI wouldnât mind paying attention to you a little.â
âIâm unimpressed, Juyeon,â you snort, raising an eyebrow at him. âDoes this shit really work on everyone?â
âI can drop the act if you want, baby. Just let me know when youâre ready to stop playing hard to get.â He stands upright, running a hand through his hair.
Every time you ran into Lee Juyeon after that, he was more and more insufferable. He knew his influence on you, too, if his smug fucking grin was anything to go by. You wish you could just slap it off of him. However, you stood by being the bigger person in any given situation, so that was off the table. (And half of you still felt a moral obligation to not get your friend into hot water.)
âWould it kill you to play nice every once in a while? I do live with the dude, you know.â Changmin whines, trailing you in the supermarket like a lost puppy.
âHeâs got a point, N/N,â Kevin adds, humming as he tosses a boxed dinner into the cart. âI get that heâs a little bit of an overconfident douche, but rolling your eyes at him when he hasnât even done anything just makes it worse on you. And JiChang, too, I guess.â
âBroâŠâ
You werenât even sure why he decided to tag along with you and the other boys when you mentioned grocery shopping. In fact, he might as well have stayed his ass home if he was just going to gang up on you the whole time. Chanhee sighs dramatically, bringing your shopping cart to a halt.
âCan we not have a peaceful grocery trip? Is that impossible or something?â His lips form a thin line. âI swear, all we do is talk about how much Y/N hates Lee Juyeon. Can we please move on?â
âThank you, Chanhee, I agree,â you nod along, walking backwards as you do so and ignoring the faces your friends make. âHe makes me want to kill myself.â
âWho makes you want to kill yourself?â
You jump up, frightened by the sudden voice in your ear. Your friends all give you sheepish smiles, as if theyâd already tried to warn you. (What shitty jobs they did.) With a hand over your heart, you turn around to meetâ speak of the devilâ none other than Lee Juyeon himself.
âWhat are you doing here?â Your eyes narrow and your arms cross over your chest. Luck could never be on your side when it came to this guy.
âUh, last I checked, this was a public supermarket. Where I can publicly shop. I wasnât aware that I had to run that by you. So sorry, sweetheart.â He pouts, his expression so theatrical you nearly give in to your constant urge to punch him in the face.
You feel your eye twitch, and it takes everything in you to step back and assess just how bad it would be if you committed murder right now. Changmin comes to your rescue, doing damage control as best as he can while Kevin attempts to talk you out of becoming a criminal.
The two frat brothers do their little fraternity handshake thing and then finally heâs out of sight, out of mind, allowing you to visibly relax. Chanhee purses his lips. âOkay, so maybe I do see where the anger comes from. And holy shit, Y/N, you have the patience of a saint.â
âThe person you have called is unavailable! At the tone, please leave a message. When you have finished recording, you mayââ
âGoddammit.â You curse, ending the unsuccessful call.
The downside of working far from campus, was working far from campus. You didnât have your own car and usually relied on one of your roommates for a ride to and from. But now here you are, stranded at work while itâs pouring cats and dogs outside. Kevin was in class and Chanhee wasnât picking up his phone. You could call Changmin, but youâre pretty sure he also had a class around this time.
Just as youâre about to succumb to your demise, you receive a text from Chanhee.
[2:57 pm] michael jackson: IM SO SORRY AJNSSJNW BUT SOMETHING CAME UP WITH A GROUP PROJECT
[2:57 pm] michael jackson: DONT WORRY THOUGH, IVE GOT IT COVERED UR STILL GETTING PICKED UP
âCould today get any worse?â You mutter to yourself, locking your phone and tossing it into your purse. As if your timing couldnât be better, you spoke entirely too soon. Your eyes squint at the unfamiliar car rolling up under the carport. Your brows furrowed in confusion, because you had no idea who could be your saving grace. Chanhee was a wild card so who knew who he had on speed dial.
But then the passenger window rolls down and you wish the ground would just swallow you whole. Lee Juyeon grins that stupid fucking grin of his, beckoning you to his car as it unlocks when he shifts into park. You shake your head.
âNo way. There is absolutely no way I am getting into that car.â You shout over the pelting rain.
Juyeon tsks, his eyes rolling when he reaches over the center console to open the door for you. âIs there anyone else who would drop everything theyâre doing to pick you up in this weather?â
Your lips pull into a flat line. The answer was no, you didnât have anyone else who would drop everything they were doing to pick you up in this weather. That was the reason Juyeon was here, you supposed. It didnât mean you werenât at least going down without a fight, though. Except, Lee Juyeon was a man who was all too comfortable with how expressive you were. Most notably towards him.
âWhat? Cat got your tongue, sweetheart?â
âFuck you. Iâd rather walk.â You seethe, starting straight in the direction of your apartment. Juyeon groans at first, your constant need to prove yourself getting on his nerves for once. Then his eyes widen slightly when he realizes youâre not joking.
The truth was that the rain was freezing and youâd love to be in the shelter of a warm car. In fact, you didnât really care that Juyeon was the person driving. But you were too deep into the bit now. You couldnât just turn around and get in the car, for you had a pride to protect at this point.
âShit.â Juyeon swears under his breath, reaching into the backseat to grab an umbrella. Sure he loved to tease you and rile you up, but he wasnât cruel. Your friends would have his head on a silver platter if he let anything happen to you.
You pause in your steps when youâre no longer being showered in rain water. Juyeon holds the umbrella over your head with a worried expression. You feel kind of bad for making him chase after you even though heâd already gone out of his way to pick you up. Sometimes you wish your ego wasnât so fragile. Maybe then you could accept help when you needed it instead of making things worse.
âCan you please stop being so stubborn and just get in the damn car, Y/N? Do you have to make everything difficult all the time?â Usually, pissing you off made him over the moon, but you can tell heâs not exactly pleased at the moment. You swallow thickly, nodding quietly and following him back to his car.
The whole drive to your apartment is silent save for the song playing on his speakers. Itâs not as loud in comparison to the storm outside, but youâre grateful that itâs filling the space between you. If only Lee Juyeon hadnât done such an excellent job ticking you off like a bomb, then maybe you wouldâve just hopped in the passenger seat with ease. But no, he had to goad you until you made an irrational decision and now here you are.
As he pulls up to your building, you say a little prayer that you donât regret your next actions. He stops as close to the stairs as he can, but you turn to him before unbuckling your seatbelt. With a deep breath, you ask, âWould you like toâ uhâ come inside?â
He glances from you to the stairs and then shrugs, parking in the nearest empty spot. He holds the umbrella over both of you as you make your way to your unit, lightly sprinting so you donât get anymore soaked than you already are. You figured the least you could do was invite the dude into your home and offer him some hot tea, just so he could warm up before heading back to the TBZ house. Your roommates not being here to make fun of you was also a plus.
Thereâs still an unspoken tension even after youâve shed your raincoats and shoes by the front door, settling into your apartment and its coziness. Juyeon sits at the breakfast bar as you busy yourself with preparing the kettle and getting a couple tea bags. His watchful gaze is a little intimidating now that youâve seen his serious side.
Once youâve finished making the tea, you set his mug in front of him. You look everywhere but him when you say, âIâm gonna take a shower if youâre okay waiting out here by yourself.â He doesnât respond verbally, so you take it as your cue to leave.
You turn on the water to let it heat up before gathering your essentials. When youâve completed your back and forth trip from the bathroom and your bedroom, youâre finally ready to just relax in your shower and forget about todayâs events. But how could you ever truly relax with Lee Juyeon in your space, permeating your peace?
As youâre shutting the bathroom door, a foot jams itself between the threshold and stops you. You glance up from the floor to meet Juyeonâs eyes. Theyâre darker than youâre used to, a deep shade of brown that has your stomach twisting into knots.
âYou know, Y/N, this game of cat and mouse is starting to get old,â he takes a step into the steaming room, locking the door behind him and trapping you. âJust admit to yourself that you want me.â
You sputter at his bold words, because you donât. You donât want Lee Juyeon. Why would you want Lee Juyeon? âIâm not gonna lie to myself. I donât want you.â
He laughs humorlessly, closing the gap between you just a little more. You donât have it in you to back away from him. He reaches a hand up to tuck some damp hair behind your ear. Youâre still wet and cold from your stupid idea to walk in the rain, but Juyeon plans to warm you up perfectly. âYou sure?â
âPositive,â you breathe.
âWhy donât we test that theory?â Now heâs got you backed into the wall, his face a hairâs breadth distance from your own. âI have a feeling I can change your mind.â
You donât know if itâs the heat of the bathroom or Juyeonâs lips being so close, but so far simultaneously that has your brain turning into static. Your head feels fuzzy, like youâre watching TV on an empty channel through a blurry lens. You lick your lips, vision trained on his. âWhy donât we?â
Thatâs all the confirmation he needs to press your mouths together in a searing kiss, hotter than the temperature of the room. You feel him smile against you when you make no move to push him away, instead carding your fingers through his hair. He groans when you tug a bit, twirling the longer strands around your index.
His hands slip under your top, thumbs rubbing circles into your waist. This is a terrible idea. Deep down youâre fully aware that youâre probably making a huge mistake by giving into Juyeon just like every other girl on campus ever has. But paired with how intoxicating his mouth feels on your own and the steam filled bathroom clouding your head, you canât seem to find a logical reason to stop.
When you part for air, you both start stripping your top layers, resuming your attacks on each otherâs lips once youâre left in nothing but undergarments. Juyeon trails kisses along the side of your neck, nipping and sucking wherever he feels fit. You gasp when he finds that particular spot that contributes to the butterflies fluttering about your stomach. âGod, youâre so annoying.â
âYeah?â And despite getting ready to give you the pleasure of your life, his grin against your skin still manages to irritate you. âYou hate me so much, huh?â
âMhm,â you whine as his fingers dip beneath the band of your panties, toying with your sensitive cunt. âHate you so badâ ahâŠâ
âYou might wanna shut up soon, sweetheart,â Juyeon warns, sliding his ring finger between your lower lips. âOr else Iâll give that mouth something to do.â
âIâll do whatever I want,â you pull his hand from your underwear, kneeling in front of him when he furrows his eyebrows in confusion. Your nails scrape lightly down his abdomen before hooking into the waistband of his briefs, freeing him from the material. It takes a lot out of you to not visibly react at the sight of his cock, hard and flushed to the tip. You couldnât dare inflate his ginormous ego, the situation you were currently in already doing enough on its own. His size is impressive too, making you wonder just how he expects you to take him like a champ.
âWhat a fucking brat,â he hisses, your tongue swiping along the underside of his dick. âAlways gotta have the last word, donât you?â
âMmmm,â you moan, mouth full with just the tip. Youâd never been the type of person who cared about size. As long as they knew what they were doing and made you finish, you held no qualms with their length. In fact, you donât think you ever even paid much attention to anyoneâs dick in your life. But if there was anything to back Lee Juyeonâs cockiness, it had to be, well, his cock.
âYou have no idea how many times Iâve imagined this moment,â he confesses, wrapping your hair around his hand into a makeshift ponytail. âBut, fuck, this is so much better.â
The admission shoots straight to your core and you find yourself whimpering, the vibrations against his dick driving him crazy. He has to support his weight with one hand flat to the wall, the other still tightly fisting your hair. With every suck and flick of your tongue, he tugs a little more, the sting on your scalp providing you with more pleasure than pain. You pull off of him to take a breath, jerking him off as you do so.
âAm I meeting your expectations?â You bat your eyelashes up at him, drool sliding down your chin and makeup smeared under your eyes in tear streaks. He groans at the sight of you, forcing you to a standing position so he could kiss you again.
You start dragging him towards the shower, unhooking your bra and stepping out of your panties. He raises an eyebrow at you, amused. âYou want me to fuck you in the shower, baby? Have you slipping all over my cock?â
âDuh,â you canât help but roll your eyes at his question, practically pawing at his underwear to get him out of them fully. âDid you think I sucked your dick on the bathroom floor for fun?â
âThat mouth of yours is gonna get you in trouble one of these days.â
He kicks them off, reconnecting your lips as you step into the shower. The hot water hits your back almost like a massage, synchronously getting in your mouth as you make out with Juyeon aggressively. Itâs like he canât get enough of you, big hands kneading and groping everywhere and nowhere all at once. You feel insane, especially with how good of a kisser he is. Itâs like youâre on cloud nine and nothingâs capable of bringing you down.
When heâs finally lost his patience, he spins you around, pressing you cheek first to the shower wall. You feel him against your lower back, his lips leveling with your ear. In spite of acting as if he had himself under control, you can hear the pant in his breathing, deep voice a little desperate than usual. He has a hand gripping your thigh and picking up your leg.
âNo protection?â He asks, his cock already gliding between your folds in anticipation.
âMm-mm,â you shake your head as best you can with his body sandwiching you to the tiled surface. âWanna feel you raw.â
âFuck, you canât say shit like that to me,â Juyeon groans into your ear, giving no warning as he spits down your front and hikes your leg higher, thrusting into your cunt. âYouâll make me wanna stay buried in you forever.â
You moan, hand coming up to hold the side of his head as he fucks you into the shower wall. If someone were to ask about this very moment, you werenât too sure how youâd defend yourself. A moment of weakness, perhaps? But if a moment of weakness felt this fucking good every time, you might fall into a habit of judgment lapses.
He nuzzles his face in the crook of your neck, nibbling and biting your shoulder and the surrounding area with each snap of his hips. The angle he drives into you at has stars forming at the back of your vision, the tip of his cock brushing that one spot deep inside of you whenever he thrusts up. You donât even think his entire dick is in you as he does this, but you also donât really have the mind to care, way too focused on memorizing the veins of his shaft with your walls.
Youâre far too gone to consider the consequences of your actions, the horizon of your release just beyond your fingertips now. Youâd never needed someone so viscerally before, so carnally. Yet here you were, sucking Lee Juyeonâs cock in with your pussy like you were a damn vacuum. The sounds youâre making bounce back and forth on the walls, no doubt louder than the shower water itself.
âIâ I-Iâm soâ fuck,â you mewl, words wobbling. âIâm so, so close, Juyo.â
âYeah, baby?â He sighs in your ear, nudging your sensitive clit with his thumb while raising your leg as much as he physically can. âMe too, where do you want me?â
âInside,â you donât think you even make sense anymore, babbling as he continues to fuck you stupid. âPlease. Want you to cum inside me.â
Juyeon grits his teeth, pleased with himself that he didnât orgasm right then and there. He uses his last ounce of strength to get the two of you off together. âCâmon, sweetheart, cum for me.â
The fogginess subsides pretty quickly after youâve finished, your brain registering what just happened almost instantaneously. If you werenât so hypersensitive, you wouldâve pulled him out yourself and scrambled to flee the scene. (And maybe even the country.) There are many more rational thoughts running through your head now. The entire trajectory of your life has just been changed, whether you realized it or not. But the biggest issue was:
What the hell do you do now?
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