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motherismotheringggg · 2 days ago

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slow burn — pt. 3 (the finale)

summary: the third and final part of the camp counselor threesome between the reader, Cooper and Nicholas where the finally decide to cross into the most intimate pique of this relationship - read pts one and two if you haven't

tags/warnings: 18+, oral (m! + f! receiving), raw sex (wrap it up tho fr), swallowing, creampie, vouyerism, praise, being used (not sure i’m phrasing that right), pleasure dom!

authors’s note: i’m almost sad im wrapping this up but im happy to FINALLY give yall part three. again so sorry it took so long, if only i could just sit around all day and write fics, life could be a dream 😭 also this made me realize i have a praise kink so there’s that but anyway please enjoy <3

word count: 6111

tag list: @darlingnikkisixx , @lol-sweetdoll , @kiwisaremediocre

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The knocking at your cabin door quickened, and you could hear muffled laughter from your “friends”. A rush of nervous excitement buzzed through you as you crossed the room and opened the door.

There they were—flowers in hand, looking pleased with themselves.

A surprised laugh escaped you. “Well, this is … a surprise,” you said, stepping aside to let them in.

Nicholas entered first, handing you the flowers and pulling you close. “We had to make sure our girl felt special,” he murmured, his voice low, eyes soft with boyish innocence. He kissed your forehead, a flutter racing through your chest. Cooper followed, setting the takeout down with a grin.

“Nick picked the flowers, I wrote the card,” Cooper said, hugging you tight, grounding you with his warmth.

“You look beautiful,” he added, meeting your gaze with gentle warmth and a sparkle in his eyes.

As Cooper stepped out to grab his charger, Nicholas settled into the armchair, his broad frame filling the seat, and you couldn’t help but notice the way his shorts stretched over his muscular legs, a flush warming your skin.

Breathing in the flowers, you smiled as Nicholas’s boyish grin met yours. He crossed the room, his thumb grazing your cheek while his hand resting on your hip, pulling you closer. “Glad you like them,” he murmured, a rare softness in his voice that only made him more irresistible.

Before you could respond, his lips met yours, slow and deliberate, sending a shiver down your spine. His hands framed your face, grounding you as each kiss deepened, pulling you further into the moment.

Nicholas hovered just above your lips, smirking as he knew he had you wrapped around his fingers. “I’m gonna shower, baby girl. Try not to miss me too much.” His confident, boyish tone drove you wild.

Your cheeks flushed, your body reacting instinctively to the promise in his voice. You smirked and teased him with a small push toward the bathroom. Just then, Cooper returned, unaware of the tension in the room.

“Nicholas, I grabbed your charger, but I can’t find mine,” Cooper said, closing the door behind him. You moved to the vanity to arrange the flowers, tuning out their banter as Nicholas joked about being the "daddy of the group” because he’s always taking care of everyone. He slowly approached Cooper, closing the distance with quiet confidence.

Nicholas’s hand found Cooper’s neck, his fingers slipping beneath his curls in a firm yet gentle hold. His dark gaze lingered on Cooper, and before you could fully process what was happening, their lips met in a kiss that was magnetic—unhurried, deep, and consuming. Cooper responded just as intensely, their bodies fitting naturally together. The room seemed to fade around them, leaving only the two of them locked in this fiery connection.

A thrill shot through you as you watched, captivated by the rawness between them. Nicholas stroked the side of Cooper’s neck, the subtle contact making your pulse quicken. You couldn’t look away, eyes glued to every movement. Nicholas moved between you and Cooper with effortless confidence, his attraction to both of you apparent as he shifted his focus without hesitation, knowing the spell he cast.

Nicholas noticed, his smirk widening. “See something you like, sweetheart?” His voice was low, teasing, eyes gleaming with mischief. Cooper’s gaze stayed fixed on him, softer yet eager for more.

You laughed nervously, trying to mask the warmth flooding through you. “Go shower,” you said, your voice light but with an edge of desire.

Nicholas winked, pleased, and disappeared into the bathroom, leaving you and Cooper in thick silence. A moment later, Cooper’s gentle voice broke it. “Come here,” he murmured, hand reaching out, eyes softening as he looked at you.

You crossed the room, heart racing as Cooper pulled you into a hug, his head resting against your chest. “I can feel your heart racing, you know,” he whispered, voice low and teasing. You brushed his jaw, laughing nervously. “Just… excited. After seeing that, I’m just…excited.”

Cooper chuckled, his cheeks flushing. “Watching you two was… so fucking hot,” you murmured, voice trailing off. The heat of the moment lingered between you, thick with anticipation.

Cooper softened, taking your hand in his, his thumb tracing circles over your knuckles. “I’m excited too,” he said, voice quiet but sincere, “but more than that, I want you to feel safe and cherished. This is about you, every step of the way.” His eyes searched yours. “If you ever need a break, just say the word. Tonight is about making you feel adored, taking it slow, and making sure you’re completely comfortable. We’re here for you, no pressure, no questions.”

He kissed your fingers gently, eyes never leaving yours. “You matter the most to us.”

Cooper’s fingers lingered on your hand, his grip careful yet strong, radiating a deep sense of protection. “You’re safe with us…with me,” he murmured, eyes crinkling in a soft smile. “We’ll go at your pace, whatever that may be.”

He cupped your cheek gently, pulling you in for a kiss that was both grounding and passionate. His touch was steady, savoring every second of connection between you. Without breaking the kiss, he guided you onto his lap, his hands settling on your waist as if memorizing every inch of you.

The kiss deepened slowly, each movement deliberate and filled with intensity. His hands slipped beneath your shirt, grazing your skin, sending sparks through you. You felt absorbed in him, your bodies perfectly attuned, moving together with a rhythm that felt both natural and thrilling.

Meanwhile, Nicholas stepped out of the shower, towel around his waist, taking a moment to steady himself. Tonight was different—it was about crossing a threshold, a weighty but thrilling step. He grabbed his phone, scrolling through, his gaze lingering on the nudes you and Cooper sent him. He couldn’t help but admire the way you looked, how Cooper’s gaze was almost smoldering.

Nicholas felt a rush of heat as he stared at the images on his phone, arousal building in him as memories of the night ahead filled his mind. His hand instinctively moved over his towel, the fantasies intensifying with each thought of the night to come. He imagined the sounds of Cooper’s breath, the warmth of his skin, and the way you would arch your back, trusting him fully as the three of you became tangled together.

His grip tightened, urgency building as he pictured the three of you in sync, vulnerable yet perfectly aligned. Each breath came out ragged, the fantasy driving him closer to the edge until he finally gave in to the intensity, a soft groan escaping his lips as he reached release. He exhaled shakily, satisfied but still buzzing with anticipation as he prepared to join you and Cooper.

Meanwhile, you and Cooper shared soft kisses, your hands tracing over each other’s skin. Smiling, you sat up and teased, “I have a little surprise for both of you!” Cooper raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “Oh?” he asked, a playful smirk on his lips as he leaned back, eager to see what you had in mind.

You flashed Cooper a playful smile, pressing a lingering kiss to his lips before slipping away, teasing him with a glint in your eye. As you headed toward the walk-in closet, you glanced back, catching his gaze.

Just as you entered the closet, Nicholas emerged from the bathroom, steam swirling around him, his skin still glistening. He wore only a pair of grey Nike shorts, the fabric clinging to his body, revealing his toned frame. With a playful brow arched, he slid a hand around your waist, pulling you closer, his voice low and teasing. “And where do you think you're going?” he murmured, his breath warm against your skin.

But instead of staying, you stepped back, letting his hand slip away with a mischievous smile. The playful distance between you made him ache with frustration and desire, a flicker of longing in his eyes. You knew the game, and it drove him wild.

As you slipped into the closet, Nicholas and Cooper exchanged a knowing glance, their eyes filled with arousal and intrigue. Nicholas chuckled softly before joining Cooper on the bed. He casually placed his hand on Cooper's thigh, massaging it in slow, intimate circles, sending an undeniable shiver through him. Their tension simmered as they waited for you to return.

When you emerged, the room fell silent. All eyes locked onto you as you stood in black lingerie, its sheer fabric tracing every curve of your body. The lace delicately framed your figure, the plunging neckline highlighting your chest, and the high-cut sides accentuating the soft lines of your hips. You exuded power, sensuality, and confidence—impossible to look away from.

Nicholas’s lips parted slightly, his eyes wide as they roamed over you, completely mesmerized. Cooper visibly swallowed, his Adam's apple bobbing as he took in the sight of you. They didn’t just look at you—they worshipped you with their gaze, each movement you made pulling them deeper into your spell.

You stopped at the foot of the bed, standing tall, a playful smirk tugging at your lips as they drank you in. The silence in the room was thick, heavy with lust and unspoken desire, the air crackling with anticipation.

The tension was palpable as you crawled onto the bed, your movements deliberate and graceful, keeping their eyes locked on you. Kneeling in front of them, you exuded confidence, your posture and expression daring them to act but making it clear who was in control tonight.

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Without hesitation, you reached for Cooper’s hand, guiding it to your waist. His touch was immediate, and firm, as his fingers kneaded the soft lace. He didn’t waste any time, rising to his knees, his free hand sliding up to your neck to pull you closer. His lips found the sensitive skin below your ear, brushing lightly at first, teasing you with soft, barely-there kisses.

But soon, the teasing stopped. His kisses turned to open-mouthed presses against your skin, his teeth grazing just enough to make sparks race down your spine. His grip on your waist tightened as he grew bolder, his mouth working against your neck with a ferocity that made you gasp.

“Cooper,” you moaned out breathlessly, the sound of his name only urging him on. His kisses became more demanding, his tongue tracing fiery lines along your throat before sucking hard enough to leave marks that would last for days.

While his lips worked your neck, you turned your attention to Nicholas. His gaze was locked on you, his breathing shallow, pupils dilated with desire. You took his hands in yours, raising one to your mouth. Your eyes never left his as you slowly parted your lips and slid two of his fingers into your mouth, wrapping your tongue around them in a slow, deliberate motion that had him trembling.

“Fuck,” Nicholas muttered under his breath, his body rigid with restraint as he watched you, his hand gripping the sheets in a tight fist.

Cooper’s kisses slowed, becoming softer, more deliberate as he realized what was happening beside him. He pulled back just enough to glance down at the scene, his warm breath fanning over your damp skin as his eyes followed the sight of Nicholas’s fingers slipping between your lips. A low, throaty chuckle rumbled from him, and he pressed another teasing kiss below your jaw before whispering in your ear, “Fuck… we both want you so bad, Y/N.” His voice was thick with desire, each word dripping with need.

Nicholas, whose breath had quickened as he watched you, let out a rough, unsteady laugh. His voice was low and gravelly, a mix of lust and affection that made your heart race. "Tell us what you want, baby," he urged, his fingers flexing slightly against your tongue. The pressure was subtle but deliberate as if he couldn’t help but test the sensation, his control fraying with every passing second.

Your eyes locked with his, holding his smoldering gaze as you drew his fingers deeper, your tongue tracing over them slowly, deliberately. Nicholas’s lips parted involuntarily, his breath hitching as he watched, his chest rising and falling unevenly. A soft hum escaped your throat, vibrating against his fingers, and the sound sent a jolt straight through him. You gave him a teasing smile around his fingers before letting them slide free, your lips leaving a faint sheen on his skin.

You allowed the teasing smile to linger before turning slightly, your focus shifting toward Cooper. He seemed to read the cue, moving with purpose as he brushed his lips against yours in a fleeting, heated kiss before trailing them down your jaw and neck. His hands, warm and confident, slid down your sides, the touch sending a shiver of anticipation through you. With a fluid motion, he settled behind you, his chest pressing softly against your back.

The sensation of his warmth against you sent another shiver down your spine as his lips found the curve of your neck, kissing and gently biting at your skin. Cooper’s hands slid over the straps of your lingerie, tugging them down over your shoulders with a maddening tenderness. His fingers brushed against your skin, and as they found your breasts, he cupped them firmly, his thumbs circling over your sensitive peaks in teasing rhythmic motions.

Your breath hitched as you leaned into Cooper’s touch, but the movement caught Nicholas’s attention. Not wanting to be left out, he closed the distance between you, capturing your lips in a deep, searing kiss. His hands framed your face, his intensity drawing you further into him, while Cooper continued his gentle ministrations behind you. You were perfectly sandwiched between them, every touch and kiss pulling you deeper into the heat of the moment.

The heat between the three of you was overwhelming, leaving you drunk on the electricity coursing through your body. Nicholas’s presence, commanding as always, guided the moment with effortless authority. His hand reached for Cooper’s, guiding it between your legs. His fingers, firm yet deliberate, directed Cooper’s touch, and the effect was immediate. Cooper’s hand began to move, his touch gentle at first, then quickly becoming more confident as he massaged you with a maddening rhythm.

Your body faltered under the intensity of their attention, the force of it threatening to unravel you completely. The only thing keeping you upright was the strength of their bodies surrounding yours. Cooper’s chest pressed solidly against your back, comforting and steady, while Nicholas remained close in front, his smoldering gaze locked onto every flutter of your expression.

Your trembling hands sought stability, finding their way to Nicholas’s chest. You traced over the hard ridges of his muscles, savoring the warmth of his skin beneath your fingertips. A spark of mischief flickered through you as your hands lingered, finding his nipples and teasing them with the faintest brush of your thumbs. His reaction was immediate. A sharp inhale escaped his lips, his brows furrowing as his eyes darkened further with desire.

“Fuck,” he growled, his voice deep and rumbling through your core. “Make me feel good, baby.”

Without hesitation, you leaned forward, capturing his nipple in your mouth. Your tongue flicked over the sensitive bud before your teeth grazed it, biting down just enough to make him groan low in his throat. His head fell back, a visible shiver running through him as he surrendered to the sensation. The tension in his body melted into an intoxicating mix of pleasure and pain, each breath more labored than the last.

Spurred by your boldness, Nicholas leaned into you, one hand cupping the back of your head while the other steadied himself on Cooper’s thigh. The rawness of the moment overwhelmed him, and before you knew it, he turned to Cooper. Their lips met in a fervent kiss, both unexpected and entirely consuming.

Cooper responded instantly, his mouth parting to let Nicholas’s tongue claim his own. There was no battle for dominance—Cooper gave himself over completely, letting Nicholas guide him. The kiss was intense, messy, and utterly magnetic, their breaths mingling as they moved against each other. The weight of their connection pressed into your back, their passion amplifying your own as Cooper’s fingers worked you closer and closer to the edge.

Each movement, each touch, and each shared breath wove the three of you tighter together, creating a tapestry of lust, affection, and surrender. The room was filled with soft groans, whispered names, and the sound of desire echoing in the heavy air. Time seemed to stretch, and you let yourself be consumed, fully immersed in the bliss of the moment.

As the tension between you and the two men deepened, the atmosphere felt electrified, charged with the energy between you. The pleasure coursing through your veins made it difficult to focus on anything other than the magnetic chemistry between the three of you.

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Nicholas, always in control, caught your gaze with a look that spoke volumes. Without a word, he gently guided you back onto the bed, positioning you at the edge. Your legs hung over the side as he silently commanded you to spread them wide. You obeyed, your breath quickening as Cooper moved behind you, his large hands steadying you at your waist. His fingers skimmed your body, pressing soft, lingering kisses along your neck, his lips whispering praises that sent shivers down your spine.

“You look so beautiful” Cooper murmured, his voice deep with admiration as his hands traced the curve of your breast. His thumb circled your nipple lightly, sending waves of sensation across your skin. You craned your neck back, offering him a deep, passionate kiss, allowing the moment to consume you entirely.

Meanwhile, Nicholas positioned himself on his knees between your legs, his eyes locked with yours as his warm breath fanned across your inner thighs. You felt the heat of his gaze before you felt the first soft touch of his lips against your most sensitive skin. The instant contact sent a rush of warmth through you, your back arching as you instinctively leaned into the sensation.

Cooper continued to hold you, his hands roaming over your body, caressing your breasts, and sending little shocks of pleasure through you as he kissed your neck. The combination of his tender touch and Nicholas’s relentless attention was nearly overwhelming, each kiss and caress driving you closer to the edge. Cooper’s voice was low, full of adoration as he whispered sweet, filthy praises into your ear. "You’re perfect" he breathed, his lips brushing against your skin as his hands continued their gentle assault on your chest.

Cooper’s praises flowed like a steady stream, his voice low and filled with lust as he continued to shower you with admiration. "I bet you taste so fucking sweet for him," he murmured, his lips brushing against your ear, his hands never ceasing their movements as they caressed your breasts. You could barely speak between all the sensations, you gave him pleading eyes as you nodded.

He glanced down at Nicholas, who was still buried between your legs, his focus unwavering. "You hear that, Nick?" Cooper said, voice hushed but dripping with desire. "She’s perfect." Nicholas didn’t pull away, his mouth never straying from your womanhood as he hummed in agreement, the vibration sending a fresh wave of pleasure through you. Cooper chuckled softly at the sound, the heat between them only intensifying.

"Every time you moan like that, it makes us want you more," he continued, his voice thick with desire. "Makes us want to give you everything." He kissed your neck deeply, his lips working their way down as he added, "We’re gonna make you feel so fucking good, Y/N.” “I can’t wait to feel those tight walls wrapped around my cock baby." His words were enough to push you even closer to the edge, and you found yourself panting, desperate for more.

Nicholas’s movements grew more confident as he delved deeper into you, his tongue working with expert precision, making you gasp with each soft flick and teasing stroke. Lapping at all of your juices and responding everytime your body reacted. One of your hands gripped the bed sheets while the other found itself tangling in Cooper’s hair, gripping him as the pleasure began to build, a pressure inside you slowly unraveling.

As you teetered on the edge of release, your body swelled with the need to feel both of them—completely and undeniably. Cooper’s touch was a constant, firm presence, his hands gripping you as his lips whispered more praises into your ear. "You’re so fucking perfect, baby," he murmured as his fingers worked their magic, sending waves of pleasure crashing through you. Nicholas never slowed, his tongue still dancing between your legs as his hands held your hips steady, guiding your movements as you writhed under them. Your moans echoed in the room, bouncing off the walls as the pressure built, the sensation too much, yet everything you needed.

Finally, you came undone, a cry leaving your lips as your body trembled, your legs buckling with pleasure. Nicholas kept you grounded, anchoring you to the bed, his mouth never leaving you as he worked you through the peak of your climax. When the tremors slowed, you were breathless, completely spent, yet desperate for more.

As you caught your breath, you let your body melt back into Cooper’s chest, feeling the weight of his presence as your skin hummed with the aftershocks of your release. Nicholas’s lips were there, moving gently up your body as he kissed his way to your mouth, his fingers grazing your skin as his lips parted slightly in a teasing grin. “Are you still with us, gorgeous?” he murmured, his thumb caressing your cheek tenderly, a spark of mischief still in his eyes.

You barely managed to nod, your breath still shaky as you gasped out a soft, breathy “Yes.” Nicholas rewarded you with a quick tap to your cheek before he pulled you into a deep, fervent kiss, one that had you melting further into him. As his lips left yours, Cooper shifted slightly behind you, guiding you up with ease as Nicholas pulled you to your feet, his hands roaming as he helped strip the rest of your lingerie off, leaving you exposed, your body bare and vulnerable to both of them.

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The tension in the room was electric, charged with anticipation as the air thickened around you. Nicholas moved swiftly, guiding you back toward the bed with a gentle but firm hand at your waist. He laid you flat on your back, your body supported by your elbows as you propped yourself up, your chest heaving with excitement. Cooper knelt in front of you, his hands gripping your hips with a possessive, gentle pressure as he positioned himself between your legs.

Nicholas settled behind you, his presence unmistakable as his eyes flickered between you and Cooper, taking in the scene with a fiery intensity. His voice came out low, filled with both command and admiration. “Cooper,” he murmured, his words carrying a weight that sent a shiver through you, “show her how good she makes you feel. She deserves every inch of you.”

Cooper’s hands tightened around your hips, pulling you toward him with a sense of urgency that made your breath catch. He slid into you slowly, the stretch of him causing you to gasp as your body adjusted to his size. The feeling of him filling you was overwhelming, each inch of him sinking deeper, the intensity of his presence making your legs tremble.

His pace was slow at first, savoring the moment, but as the rhythm built, he shifted into a deeper, more deliberate motion, each thrust pushing deeper and deeper into you. It felt as though he was penetrating your very core with every stroke, and the pleasure intensified with each passing second. You could feel his control slipping away as the two of you moved in perfect sync, lost in the overwhelming sensation of being together.

Nicholas, ever the coach, didn’t let up on the encouragement. His hands were gentle as they caressed your face, his voice was full of fire. “That’s it, baby,” he murmured, his gaze fixed on Cooper’s every movement. “Look at how good you’re making her feel. She’s all yours, Coop, but she’s so fucking beautiful like this.” His words were like a spark to the fire building within you, the praise making you feel even more connected to both of them.

As Cooper found his rhythm, his thrusts deepening, Nicholas leaned forward slightly, speaking directly to you. “You look amazing,” he said, his voice gravelly. “You’re taking him so well. I can’t wait to see you both finish, baby.”

The combination of Cooper’s steady thrusts and Nicholas’s relentless praise created a perfect storm of sensation, your body helplessly caught between the two of them. With each movement, you felt yourself falling further under their control, but you never wanted to leave. The rhythm, the desire, the connection—it was all-consuming.

Cooper’s motions got faster as he helped you reach your pique. He grunted and moaned, “Fuck…y/n…you feel so good”, “You’re so fucking tight baby”, “I want you to make me cum”. Just then, he crashed into you, kissing you deeply as he continued to rock his hips into you.

Nicholas ran his hands through Cooper’s dark tresses as he tugged a little and said “Good boy Cooper, make her feel special.” He pulled him up from the kiss with you to give him one of his own. Cooper kept a steady pace in you as he and Nicholas kissed. Nicholas’s hands messaging and pinching at your nipples, drawing you further along.

They moaned into each other’s mouths and the sight of their connection ignited something even deeper within you, amplifying the intensity of everything you were already feeling. Cooper’s steady rhythm kept you grounded while Nicholas’s hands teased and explored, sending sparks of pleasure coursing through you. The way they moved together—perfectly in sync—was mesmerizing as if their focus on each other somehow enhanced the attention they lavished on you.

Nicholas broke the kiss first, his lips still lingering near Cooper’s as he whispered something you couldn’t quite catch, though the teasing smirk on his face sent a shiver down your spine. His attention turned back to you, his eyes burning with intent as his hands moved lower, brushing over your thighs in a way that made you gasp. His fingers found their way to your clit, wherein the instant he touched you, your body pulsed and thrashed, unable to restrain from the waves of pleasure. Nicholas coaxed it out of you with more affirmations, he loved seeing you like this. Completely untethered to restraint. Cooper grinned as he threw his head back in pleasure,

Nicholas’s voice was a soothing, grounding force as he leaned in closer, his breath warm against your ear. “That’s it, sweetheart,” he murmured, his tone rich with adoration. “Look at you—so beautiful, so perfect like this.” His fingers worked with unrelenting precision, drawing every ounce of pleasure from you.

“The way you respond to us, the way your body moves… it’s intoxicating. You’re intoxicating.” His lips grazed your jawline as his hands didn’t falter, coaxing you further into surrender.

Cooper, grinning as his own pleasure built, let out a moan that seemed to spur Nicholas on. “You’re everything, Y/N,” Nicholas said, his tone filled with awe. “The way you let go—God, it’s so perfect. You make us want to give you everything we have.”

Nicholas had you and Cooper exactly where he wanted you—teetering on the edge of bliss, entirely at his mercy. The way both of you responded to his every touch, his every word, was intoxicating, a symphony of vulnerability and surrender that only fueled his desire. He watched as your bodies moved in perfect harmony with his guidance, your faces painted with pleasure that sent a thrill straight through him.

The sight of you both like this—so open, so undone—drove him wild. It was power, yes, but it was also something deeper. Seeing the trust in your eyes, the way you melted into his touch and responded to his commands, stirred something primal within him. The connection he shared with both of you at this moment was unlike anything he’d ever known, and it only made him crave more. His hands, his lips, his voice—all of it worked together to pull you both closer to the brink until the tension in the air was almost unbearable.

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You and Cooper moaned into each other’s mouths as you climaxed, your bodies trembling together, chests rising and falling in perfect sync. Foreheads pressed against each other, and you both took a moment to catch your breath. The intimacy of the moment lingered as you looked into his eyes, a bold glint in yours as you murmured, “I want to taste myself on you.”

Cooper’s eagerness was evident, his lips curving into a grin as he shifted to sit upright on the bed. His anticipation was palpable, and it sent a thrill through you as you moved with purpose. Rising to your knees, you turned to Nicholas, who had been watching with a heated gaze from his spot behind you. Meeting his lips in a deep, lingering kiss, you pulled away just enough to whisper, “I want to feel you inside me, baby.”

Nicholas’s hands found your hips as you shifted into position. Kneeling before Cooper, you arched your back, giving Nicholas the angle he needed to adjust behind you. Before he could move, you focused on Cooper, leaning in to kiss him once more. Your lips trailed down his neck and along his chest, the warm press of your mouth leaving a path of teasing bites and kisses until you reached his thighs. You paused there, catching his gaze with a knowing look before pressing a kiss just above his knee, savoring the way he shivered in anticipation.

You took him in your mouth and his breath hitched with a relief, automatically feeling relaxed as you handled him. Swirligny your tongue around his tip, tasting the sweet saltiness of his precum. Using your teeth in the slightest way to make him moan out loud.

Nicholas lingered for a moment, watching with an intense, almost hungry gaze before slipping a finger inside you, his touch deliberate and teasing. The sensation pulled a moan from your lips, muffled against Cooper’s member. The vibration of your voice sent a shiver through Cooper, his head falling back as he groaned in response.

Nicholas leaned in closer, his voice low and velvety, tinged with satisfaction as he asked, “You like that, Coop? You like how she moans for you?” His question was edged with a playful taunt, though his eyes burned with genuine desire.

“Fuck yes,” Cooper responded, his voice thick and breathy, his fingers threading through your hair to guide you gently. “She’s so fucking hot.”

Nicholas’s smile grew, hunger flickering in his expression as he added another finger, his movements slow but precise, coaxing more sounds from you. “Take him all the way in, gorgeous,” he instructed, his tone both commanding and encouraging, his free hand resting possessively on your hip.

You pushed yourself further, letting Cooper fill you as his hips stuttered in response. His moans spilled out, raw and uncontrollable, his fingers tightening in your hair as you worked him with eager determination. The sensation of his pleasure only fueled your own desire, especially as Nicholas pressed against you from behind.

With deliberate slowness, Nicholas guided himself inside you, his grip firm on your hips as he filled you inch by inch. The stretch sent a wave of pleasure rippling through you, your body instinctively arching back into him. The contrast of being so completely filled in both ways was overwhelming, every nerve in your body alight with sensation.

Nicholas groaned deeply as he buried himself fully, his hands sliding up your back to steady you. "You take us so perfectly," he murmured, his voice low and full of praise. "You were made for this."

Cooper looked down at you, his chest heaving as he brushed his thumb over your cheek. “You’re incredible,” he breathed, his voice shaky with emotion and lust. “You feel... God, you feel so fucking good.”

Nicholas began to move, his rhythm slow and deliberate at first, his hips meeting yours with steady force. Each thrust sent shocks of pleasure through you, making it harder to concentrate as you worked Cooper. The symphony of your collective moans filled the room, the more Nicholas bucked into you, the more you moaned causing Cooper to lose control. You all worked so well together.

Cooper was so close to finishing, Nicholas could see it in his face, “Look at me Cooper, look me in the eyes when you cum baby boy”,

Cooper's gaze snapped to Nicholas, his breath hitching as he fought to keep control. His grip on your hair tightened slightly, the tension in his body, building with every second. Nicholas smirked, his pace behind you steady yet commanding, a deliberate rhythm that had your moans vibrating against Cooper, driving him closer to the brink.

“Come on, Cooper,” Nicholas coaxed, his voice low and intoxicating. “Give it to her. Let her feel how good she makes you.”

The encouragement sent a shudder through Cooper, his head tilting back as his climax surged forward. His hips jerked involuntarily, and with a guttural groan, he spilled into you, his release hot and intense. His trembling hands framed your face as his eyes fluttered closed, his expression a mixture of bliss and surrender.

You swallowed him down, savoring every moment as Nicholas kept a steady hold on your hips, his own movements never faltering. “That’s it, gorgeous,” Nicholas praised, his voice dripping with satisfaction. “You did so well for him.”

Cooper leaned back slightly, catching his breath, his eyes still hazy with pleasure. “You’re amazing,” he murmured, his thumb brushing tenderly over your cheek as he smiled down at you.

Nicholas shifted behind you, his hands sliding up your back and pulling you into an arch as he growled low in your ear. “Your turn now,” he said, his tone filled with promise as he claimed your attention completely.

Nicholas’s grip on your hips tightened, pulling you flush against him as he buried himself deeply inside you. His thrusts were purposeful and unrelenting, each movement designed to draw out every ounce of pleasure from you. You cried out his name, your body trembling under the intensity of his control. Nicholas’s lips found the curve of your neck, his kisses trailing fire along your skin as he murmured praises between every thrust.

“Just like that, gorgeous. Let me hear you,” he commanded, his voice low and dripping with desire. “You’re so perfect…so good for me.” He said leaning down to kiss along your spine.

Cooper, still recovering from his own climax, sat back and watched the scene unfold with awe in his eyes. He couldn’t take his gaze off the way Nicholas moved with you, his dominance unwavering but still laced with tenderness. “She’s amazing, isn’t she?” Cooper said, almost breathless.

Nicholas spared him a glance, a smirk playing on his lips as he continued his rhythm. “She’s everything,” he replied, his voice thick with admiration.

Your nails dug into the sheets, your moans spilling freely as Nicholas drove you closer and closer to your edge. He shifted slightly, angling himself to hit your cervix, sending a shockwave of pleasure through your entire body. Your cries grew louder, your body writhing as you felt your release building impossibly high.

“Don’t hold back baby,” Nicholas growled in your ear, his pace quickening. “I want to feel you let go.”

With a final, deep thrust, your climax hit, a wave of ecstasy that left you shaking in his arms. Nicholas held you close as he followed, his release erupting with a guttural moan as he buried his face against your shoulder. The room was filled with the sound of heavy breathing and soft whispers as you both came down, Nicholas keeping you securely wrapped in his embrace.

Cooper reached out, brushing a strand of hair from your face, his touch gentle and adoring. “You’re fucking amazing,” he said again, his voice filled with genuine affection.

The three of you lay together, tangled in each other’s arms, your bodies still humming with the aftershocks of pleasure. The moment was perfect, a blend of passion and connection that left all of you basking in its glow.

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THREE WEEKS & THREE DAYS - P.SH

pairing. best friend's ex!sunghoon x reader

genre. best friend's ex au, halloween au, smut, angst (if you squint).

word count. 12.2k+

warnings. alcohol consumption, drug usage, partying, driving under the influence, toxic relationships, themes of divorce, brief mention of physical abuse, smut [car sex, use of handcuffs, oral, praise kink/dirty talk, creampie]

summary. a stressful night at a Halloween party has you seeking comfort from the last person you should be involved with — your best friend's ex.

a/n. HIGHLY HIGHLY inspired by season 2 episode 1 of euphoria! this is a work of pure fiction and is NOT a reflection of how i view the members. despite writing this story, i DO NOT condone the dangerous choices the characters in this fic make and DO NOT encourage others to do so! read at your own discretion. also, very special thanks to @zreamy for beta-reading this for me!!

When you were six, you spent Halloween night lying on a hospital bed dressed as Hannah Montana.

Everything happened so fast; one moment, you were trick-or-treating with your father and younger sister while scarfing down a Snickers bar for the first time (a king-sized one at that), and the next, your dad was rushing you to the hospital in a panic, tears in his eyes as he encouraged you to stay awake in the backseat.

By the time you’d arrived at the hospital, your body had gone completely limp, and your father struggled to carry both you and your younger sister into the hospital lobby. From what you can remember, it was like a scene from a movie: seeing your dad cry for the first time, being wheeled into an unfamiliar bright room on a mobile bed, all while dressed as your favorite popstar.

The scariest part of the night was shortly after arriving at the hospital and catching a glimpse of your reflection, not recognizing the person staring back at you. The blonde wig and blue eye contacts were to be expected, but the swollen face and half-lidded eyes were another. Had you been able to breathe (let alone talk), you likely would’ve given your sister a classic Halloween jumpscare.

Your mother had arrived only a few minutes after you did, yelling at your father loud enough to have the hospital staff threaten to kick her out. “You forgot she was allergic to peanuts?! Where was her fucking EpiPen?!”

Your dad sighed, running a hand across his face, “I forgot to pick it up. I’ve been busy with…you know.”

She scoffs, “You don’t think I’ve been busy too?! Especially now that we have to meet with the divorce lawyer once a week?!”

Your ears perk up at that, “Divorce?”

You hadn’t known much about the true meaning of divorce, except that it’s something your friend’s parents had gone through, and now he gets two of everything. Two birthdays, two Christmases, two lives. So simple yet so perfect, what child wouldn’t dream of that?

Your parents, who hadn’t even known you were awake, silence themselves immediately. Tears quickly form in your mother’s eyes as she realizes they’d been caught, trying their best to keep the news of their divorce as quiet as possible, waiting for the right moment to explain to you and your sister, Yuna, the real meaning of it, and how different your lives would be.

It dawns on them that there’s no point trying to keep this secret any longer. You were a smart kid, it was probably only a matter of time before you found out on your own, anyway.

All in one night, you managed to survive a near-death experience, only to be followed by the news of your parents’ divorce. And somehow, at twenty-three years old, watching Lee Heeseung flirt with random girls at a Halloween party is much worse than everything you experienced that cursed night in 2007.

“Can you at least pretend that you’re having a good time?!” You can barely hear Minjeong over how loud the music is, her words fading in and out as you take a sip from your cup.

“I am having a good time, isn’t it obvious?” you reply, showing Minjeong your best fake smile.

Grinning, Minjeong shakes her head at you. “Not at all. Here, need a refill?”

Without waiting for your response, Minjeong hops off the kitchen counter and snatches the red solo cup in your hand. You don’t bother protesting, sighing as you rest your weight against the marble countertop, while she adds a mix of different ingredients to your cup.

When she’s not looking, you tilt your head in the direction of the living room, hoping to get a glance at Heeseung through the sea of drunken college students.

The only word that can be used to describe your relationship with Heeseung is ‘unfortunate’. You were together for six months, and spent most of the time fighting, making up, and having sex. It was a relentless, tiresome cycle you allowed yourself to succumb to just for the sake of not having to be alone.

Most of the arguments would start with you questioning Heeseung’s loyalty, growing suspicious upon seeing his username pop up in the likes section of random girls on social media. In hindsight, it seems like a silly thing to get upset over. The entire purpose of social media was to connect and interact with others anyway, but, why was it always girls? And why would these girls suddenly start watching your stories?

Breaking up with him was harder than you could’ve imagined, and you’re sure you wouldn’t have been able to do it without Minjeong by your side, encouraging you through the entire process.

The aftermath was embarrassingly excruciating. For two weeks, you locked yourself in your bedroom and fell into a cycle of sleeping and crying, occasionally taking breaks to eat or use the restroom. At one point, your phone spent a full forty-eight hours without being turned on at all, causing your loved ones to panic upon not being able to get ahold of you.

Slowly but surely you managed to build yourself back up, finally starting to feel like your old self when Heeseung suggested the two of you get back together.

You were hesitant, of course, telling Heeseung you were willing to work things out if he can prove to you he’s changed and ready to be the loyal, doting boyfriend he should’ve been from the start.

So no, you’re not together. But you’re also not not together. It’s confusing.

A football player is blocking your view of Heeseung (dressed as a cowboy), you have to stand on your tip-toes to catch a glimpse of him talking to — wait, who is that?

“Patrick would not stand for this.” Minjeong interrupts your thoughts, poking fun at your costume choice of a female Patrick Bateman.

You shrug, pretending to act clueless. “I wasn’t doing anything.”

Minjeong rolls her eyes, shoving your cup back into your hand “Sure, you weren’t. Come on, cheers with me.”

“To what?” you ask, suspiciously eyeing the drink she’s just handed you. Minjeong isn’t that great of a cook, so you can imagine she’s not the best bartender either. In fact, it’d be best if she stayed far away from any sort of kitchen appliance.

She thinks for a moment then excitedly extends her cup out to you. “To getting over our shitty ex-boyfriends!”

Minjeong’s ex was Park Sunghoon, they dated on and off for a year and a half before calling it quits over the summer. You don’t remember the exact reason why they broke up, there were many different factors. It didn’t matter, they were bad for each other anyway and the relationship was entirely too toxic for either of their wellbeing.

You don’t know much about Sunghoon aside from the things Minjeong felt comfortable enough to share with you and the fact that he is on the university’s hockey team with Heeseung. You’ve probably had a handful of conversations and interactions with Sunghoon in the entire time of knowing him, and are more than happy with things staying that way.

Holding your cup up high, you match Minjeong’s smile and tap your cup against hers. “To getting over our ex-boyfriends!”

The drink is disgusting. You quickly turn away so you don’t hurt your best friend’s feelings by gagging at the taste. She manages to down her entire cup while you make quick work of pouring a majority of yours down the sink behind you.

Minjeong stares down at her empty cup with wide eyes, licking the remains off her plump lips. “Holy shit, that was so good. Do you want more? I’m gonna make myself another cup.”

“I’m good for now, thanks,” you say, snatching your cup away when she reaches for it. Minjeong raises a brow at you, and you follow up with, “I should wait before having another drink.”

She nods understandingly, and you give yourself a mental pat on the back for coming up with that so quickly.

While she’s occupied with making another drink, your eyes trail back over towards Heeseung. The football player from earlier is gone, and now that your view is no longer obstructed, you watch in confusion as Heeseung now has this mystery girl by the waist, leaning his head down close to her lips as she whispers something in his ear.

This really is worse than Halloween 2007.

“Hey.” You tap Minjeong’s shoulder. “I’ll be right back, okay?”

She follows your line of sight, scowling when it lands on Heeseung. “YN, don’t make a big deal out of this. You guys technically aren’t even together.”

“Relax, I’m just going to say hi.” You assure her, moving to head towards Heeseung when Minjeong stops you with a hand on your chest. “Think about this, please.”

You sigh, using your free hand to clutch hers and slowly bring it down from your chest. “I’ll be fine. Be back soon so we can dance, okay?”

Minjeong knows she won’t be able to stop you once your mind is made up, all she can do is sigh and wish you the best as you make a beeline for your ex. Maybe not the greatest idea on your part, but you’re too tipsy to think rationally.

Heeseung doesn’t notice you when you first approach, it takes the mystery girl awkwardly gesturing in your direction for him to finally look over at you, immediately dropping his hand from the girl’s waist. “YN!” He shouts, a little too excitedly, nervously scratching the back of his neck.

A few minutes later, you find yourself in an unfamiliar bedroom with Heeseung on step one of your toxic cycle — arguing.

“You’re overreacting,” Heeseung claims. “We were just talking.”

“About what, Heeseung? Why did you have to hold her by the fucking waist to talk to her?”

“Because! She was drunk! I was holding her up so she wouldn’t fall and hurt herself!”

“Who gives a shit if she falls? She’s not your fucking girlfriend.”

“Yeah, well, neither are you.”

His words shouldn’t hurt as much as they do because he’s right; despite trying to work on things, you aren’t his girlfriend. You were the one who said you weren’t ready to get back together, not him. You shouldn’t be upset with him for talking to other girls.

And yet, here you are with tears in your eyes.

You nod silently, avoiding his gaze as a lump forms in your throat.

Heeseung must realize how much his words have affected you if the way he curses at himself, and shamefully runs a hand across his face is anything to go by. “Listen, I’m sor-”

“Don’t bother.” You stand from the bed, holding back a sob.“Everything about this was a mistake. You’ll never change.”

Heeseung reaches a hand out to grab your arm as you push past him. “YN, I didn’t mean it.”

“Yeah, Heeseung, you did mean it,” you say, pulling the bedroom door open.

There is no point in trying to reason with Heeseung. You know in a matter of time he’ll apologize, you’ll accept it like you always do, have make-up sex, then lecture him about how important it is that he changes before you can consider getting back together. Another endless cycle you’ve fallen into.

Stepping back into the party, you head in the opposite direction of where Minjeong would be, not wanting to run into her in your current state and bump right into someone dressed as Spiderman, causing the little remains of your drink to spill over and knock to the ground. You’re grateful that a crucial part of Patrick Bateman’s costume involved a plastic raincoat, or else your outfit would have suffered a dark blue stain.

“Oh my God, YN! I’m so sorry!” Spider-Man apologizes with a thick Australian accent.

“Jake?” You question, gesturing for him to take the mask off.

He follows your command, face bright red from embarrassment or alcohol. Probably both.

“Yeah, haha, hey. Really sorry about that, I can get you a new drink.” Jake turns in the direction of the kitchen before you stop him, placing a hand on his shoulder.

“It’s fine, Jake. Do you know where the bathroom is?”

Jake thinks for a moment, scratching at the small amount of stubble that’s graced his chin. He really does make a perfect Spider-Man, and if you weren’t so upset, you probably would’ve stayed and told him that.

“Upstairs, all the way down the hall. Wait! It’s occupied, people are doing coke in there, I think.”

Great.

You sigh. “Do you know if there’s another one I can use?”

“I’m pretty sure there’s one.” Jake turns, pointing to a door at the end of the hallway. “Right there. I saw a few people come in and out.”

Thanking Jake, you follow his direction and head to the door at the end of the hallway.

It’s a garage, not a bathroom. But, as long as you get a moment alone, you don’t really care where you are.

After shutting the door behind you, you sit on top of a washing machine and flinch at the cold metal sending chills down your thighs.

You shouldn’t have come out tonight, you don’t even care about Halloween to begin with. It’s an overrated holiday, you wish you would’ve convinced Minjeong to stay in with you and have a classic horror movie marathon while eating takeout and pausing to hand out (peanut-free) candy to trick-or-treaters.

Though, you’re sure you still would’ve spent the better half of the night obsessively tapping through Heeseung’s Instagram stories or trying to spot him in the background of someone else’s. It was a lose-lose situation no matter what, and you find yourself wondering if there’s an end to this unhealthy cycle.

Despite being so young when it happened, you’re sure your parents’ divorce obstructed your view of love and how a healthy adult relationship should work. Your father went on to have short-lived relationships with younger women who were using him for his money, while your mother remained single and chose to criticize her ex-husband’s current lifestyle choices. They couldn’t even co-parent in peace, always making petty comments to the other during drop-offs and pick-ups, finding any and every little thing to start arguing about.

One time in particular, after spending the weekend at your father’s house, your mother slapped him in a Dairy Queen parking lot upon realizing his new girlfriend had taken you and your sister to get your ears pierced. You didn’t actually see the slap happen, but it was loud enough to echo through the empty parking lot and hard enough to leave a red mark on his face.

The memory has tears forming in your eyes for the umpteenth time tonight, but before any of them have the chance to trickle down, the garage door swings open.

You turn, and Park Sunghoon (dressed as a police officer) is staring back at you with a confused look on his face. He opens and closes his mouth a few times before pointing in the direction of the party. “Uh, Jake said this was the bathroom.”

Shaking your head, you offer him a small smile. “No, the bathroom’s upstairs but it’s being used. If you really have to go, I’m pretty sure that door leads to the backyard.” You nod your head in the direction of the other door, and Sunghoon picks up on what you’re implying.

He thanks you before jogging over to the exit, setting his cup down on a metal dog crate before turning the knob and pushing open the door.

Sunghoon stands far enough out of frame that you only see a portion of his backside, and once the sound of him pissing on the grass hits your ears, you wonder why he didn’t bother to close the door in the first place.

Men.

He clears his throat awkwardly, “So, you s–”

You cut him off. “Let’s just wait until you’re done, please.”

Sunghoon nods, mumbling, “Right, right.”

He finishes up a few seconds later, zipping his pants back up and properly adjusting himself before returning to the garage, closing the door behind him and picking his drink back up in the process. “So, I’m guessing you’re…upset because of Heeseung?”

You let out a sad chuckle that sounds more like a sob. “Lucky guess. He’s just so fucking confusing, I can’t take it.”

“You’ll be alright,” Sunghoon responds, slipping his phone from his pants pocket and unlocking it. “Heeseung’s a douchebag.”

This catches you off guard, and you’re laughing before you even realize it. “Isn’t he your friend?”

Sunghoon shakes his head, narrowing his eyes at his phone as he scrolls. “Not really. We don’t talk much if it isn’t related to hockey or school.”

A beat of silence passes, then you ask, “When Heeseung and I were together, did he mention anything about cheating on me? Or talking to other girls?”

Sunghoon glances up at you for a split second, taking in how sad and hopeful you look before returning his gaze to the weather app he’d been using to distract himself.

He wasn’t sure if Heeseung went as far as physically cheating on you, but he was definitely talking to other girls behind your back; proudly showing the hockey team countless nudes and vulgar photos they would send him, some of them coming from your own friends.

Sunghoon can’t tell you this, you’re upset enough as it is.

“I wouldn’t know, I always tuned him out whenever he talked.”

Though he’s not sure what answer you were hoping for, Sunghoon can tell you’re a little disappointed by his response. Truthfully, he didn’t feel like getting involved in anyone else’s drama. If you wanted clarity from Heeseung, you should’ve gone straight to the source.

“Sorry,” you apologize, feeling slightly embarrassed that you probably made things awkward, “have you seen Minjeong?”

Your attempt to change the subject seems to work, because Sunghoon scoffs loudly at your question and shoves his phone back in his pocket. “Have I seen the girl that just spent ten minutes yelling at me? Yeah, we may have crossed paths.” He says sarcastically, shaking his head before taking a sip of his drink.

“Yell at you? For what?”

“She fuckin’…I guess before we broke up she said I should dress up as a cop for Halloween and I must’ve said no, and now she’s saying I only dressed up like this,” he gestures towards himself, “to spite her. Fuckin’ insanity.”

“Well, did you?” You can’t help but ask, Minjeong would always go on for hours about how spiteful of a person Sunghoon was.

He shrugs, mindlessly tracing the rim of the red solo cup with his pointer finger, “Maybe, but this is all that was left in my size at the party store.”

You’re surprised Sunghoon makes you laugh as much as he does, and maybe that’s a bad thing since it’s making you enjoy talking to him. Though he technically isn’t your enemy, he’s definitely not a person you should enjoy having a conversation with. It’s not appropriate, he’s the ex boyfriend of your best friend; all your ties to him were cut the moment Minjeong broke up with him.

You should tell him to leave, that you’re really upset over Heeseung and prefer to be alone, but you don’t. Instead, you keep the conversation going, laughing every joke he makes and completely forgetting why you were upset to begin with.

Halfway through telling Sunghoon about the horrid drink Minjeong had prepared for you, your legs grow numb from having been sat on for so long. You untuck them from underneath your body, not thinking much of it as you continue on with the story, legs dangling against the cold washing machine.

Sunghoon takes notice, though, his eyes quickly darting down to the space between your legs and the white fabric that’s suddenly visible to him due to the short length of your skirt. You miss it the first time he does it, but the second and third time are hard to ignore, especially now that he doesn’t seem to mind being caught.

You really should cross your legs or call him out on his staring. Or maybe even get up and leave entirely.

To no one’s surprise you don’t do either of those things and opt to keep your panties visible enough for Sunghoon to see while you continue to talk his ear off about his ex-girlfriend. There’s something unspoken happening between the two of you, and it’s exciting yet confusing since this is the longest conversation you’ve had with him in the two years you’ve known each other.

The strangest part of it all is that you’re just now realizing how attractive Sunghoon is, Sure, he’d always been a good looking guy, but you’d always seen him as Minjeong’s property and never paid much attention to his face out of respect for her.

But Minjeong no longer has a claim on him, and now you really notice the perfectly placed moles that graced the side of his nose and under his eye. He really was a sight to behold, you often find yourself stumbling over your words as you speak to him, becoming flustered over the intensity of the eye contact he’d been making with you.

“…my throat is still burning and it’s been, like, twenty minutes.” You say with a laugh, watching as Sunghoon finishes off his own drink.

He sets the empty cup down, licking the remaining alcohol on his lips before smacking them, “Yeah, I wouldn’t trust her in a kitchen. I’m not that good either, though. There was this one time I had to make brownies for our hockey team’s bake sale and they turned out awful. It’s like, half of them were watery and the other half were burnt. So weird.”

“That doesn’t even sound possible.”

“I’m serious! Hold on, I probably have a picture.”

It takes Sunghoon approximately forty-five seconds of scrolling through his Snapchat memories to find a photo of those godforsaken brownies, and sure enough, they really are a watery, burnt mess. Not that you can even focus on the picture to begin with now that he’s sitting next to you on the washing machine, and you’re finally able to see him up close.

Sunghoon’s words go in one ear and out the other, because now you’re close enough to smell the cologne he’s dabbed on the back of his neck, and notice the metal handcuffs hooked in his belt loop, and it makes it hard to focus on anything else. Especially his uninteresting story about those stupid fucking brownies.

When Sunghoon locks his phone, you take it as a sign that he’s finished with his story and let out another laugh, “Not sure what I was expecting, but it wasn’t that.”

“I’m a man of many talents,” he jokes, slightly slurring his words.

Maybe it’s the fact that his voice sounds deeper than usual, or that he’s staring right at you with half lidded eyes, or that he's started playing with the handcuffs on his waist, but Sunghoon looks dangerously attractive right now.

You gulp, looking down at your lap, “Well, at least one of us had a nice drink.”

Sunghoon nods, running his fingernails along your plastic raincoat, “Wanna taste mine?” He asks, eyes darting down to your lips for a split second.

If there was ever a time to get up and leave, it should’ve been now. The rational part of your brain is telling you to push Sunghoon away and return to the party and forget this encounter with him ever happened. But you can’t move, and if you’re being honest, you don’t even want to.

You’re stuck in place, heart beating out of your chest as Sunghoon leans in closer to you. You feel dizzy in the best way possible, and a part of you feels sick for enjoying the moment as much as you do.

His breath fans your cheek, and the faint scent of alcohol on it should’ve been enough to remind you that you shouldn’t be in this situation with him. Still, you don’t move.

Right before Sunghoon has the chance to kiss you, the door swings open and you jolt away from each other out of shock, clutching your chest as you watch Jake jog into the garage.

“You guys seen my vape?” he asks, a little out of breath.

“I…no, Jake. Why would it be in the garage?” Sunghoon asks, hopping down from the washing machine. He offers a hand to help you down and you ignore it, finally starting to come back to your senses.

“Dude, I don’t fucking know! It was just in my pocket and now it’s gone, it could be anywhere. Help me look!”

Spending your night in a garage helping Jake look for a strawberry-flavored vape doesn’t sound ideal in the slightest; now is the perfect time to leave.

Heading in the direction of the party, you pause when Sunghoon calls out your name, a slight shakiness to his voice. “Keep an eye out for me, yeah?”

Another beat of silence passes, then you nod and say, “Yeah.”

In your defense, there’s nothing to feel guilty over. All you did was have a conversation with Sunghoon, and keeping an eye out for him doesn’t necessarily mean anything else will happen, right?

You try not to think too much about it as you exit the garage, holding in a laugh when Sunghoon says something along the lines of, “You’re a grown ass man, Jake.”

What Minjeong lacks in cooking, she makes up for in dancing.

While you wouldn’t consider yourself to be on her level of dancing, you’d say you’re good enough to keep up with her at a crowded party. If swaying to the music, holding hands, and grinding on each other counts as dancing, that is.

“You’re too stiff; loosen up, babe,” she comments, fingers interlocked with yours.

“Sorry,” you reply, slightly frustrated since you don’t feel like dancing in the first place. “What were you saying?”

“Oh, yeah!” Minjeong turns to face you, moving your arms to drape them around her shoulders. “Then he said I was being crazy, and that he only got the costume because it was all that was left in his size, as if I believe that.”

“Sorry that happened,” you say, and it comes out more sarcastic than you had intended it to.

Minjeong takes notice of this, raising a brow at you before slipping her arms under your raincoat and pulling you closer to her. “You okay?”

The two of you are pressed so close up against each other that it almost feels romantic, and you’re sure if there was another drink in your system you’d probably lean in and kiss her.

You nod. “Just thinking about Heeseung.”

Fake offended, Minjeong’s jaw drops. “You’re dancing with the hottest girl at this party, and all you can think about is your ex? I’m hurt, YN.”

Truth be told, her ex was the one you were thinking about, certainly not your own.

Not a whole lot of time has passed since you left Sunghoon in the garage, but you make sure to keep your promise of keeping an eye out for him upon returning to the party. You’re certain that on the outside you probably look panicked and frantic, eyes darting all over the place for any sign of Sunghoon.

“Well,” Minjeong starts, tugging on your tie. “Since you’re thinking about your ex, it’s only fair that I think of mine; and there he is.”

You stop yourself from excitedly shouting, “Where?!” and watch as Minjeong subtly nods towards the staircase.

Sure enough, Sunghoon is leaning against the banister, eyes zeroing in on you with his hands shoved in his pockets.

“He’s been watching me for, like, ten minutes. Probably wants to see if you and I will make out, fucking pervert,” she says, rolling her eyes.

Minjeong has it wrong, Sunghoon has been watching you for the past ten minutes. Ever since he finished helping Jake find that stupid vape, he’s had his sights set on you and you only.

That other part was probably true, though.

You swallow the lump in your throat and say, “Such a pervert.” It comes out a tad more robotic than you were going for, but you tried your best.

Once Sunghoon is sure that Minjeong is distracted, he mouths, “Bathroom,” before immediately turning around and jogging up the steps.

Fuck, are you really about to do this?

Your eyes dart from Minjeong to the staircase, and you can’t believe you’re even considering going upstairs to meet her ex. Everything about this predicament is sick and twisted and perfectly on brand for Halloween.

But, somehow, it’s not sick enough to stop you.

“Hey, I think I’m gonna get some air; I’m feeling kinda dizzy,” you lie, hoping it’s believable enough.

Minjeong stops dancing immediately, a look of genuine concern on her face. “Here, I’ll come with you.”

“No, no. You keep having fun, I’ll be back soon. Make another drink for me, okay? I’m sure I’ll need it,” you assure her with a smile, taking her hands into yours.

“Fine, I’ll be here. But the only drink I’m making for you is a Ginger Ale.”

Thank God.

After giving Minjeong a kiss on the cheek (feeling guilty as ever), you slip past her and head towards the direction of the backyard. Once Minjeong is fully out of sight, you switch paths and sprint up the staircase, bumping into and angering a few people along the way.

You keep your head down once you reach the second floor, speed walking to the end of the hallway and avoiding eye contact with everyone you walk by until you reach the bathroom.

The door is closed and locked, of course, and that’s when it dawns on you that this could be one big, elaborate prank from Sunghoon. You could open the door and be met with a camera in your face with Sunghoon recording, laughing maniacally before mentioning something about telling Minjeong everything and that he stayed loyal to her the entire time.

Unfortunately for you, even that possibility doesn’t scare you away from knocking on the door and saying, “It’s me, YN.”

The knob twists before the door is pushed open, barely enough room to slide in discreetly, but you manage anyway.

Using your body weight to press the door shut, Sunghoon reaches behind you to make sure it’s locked. “You really came.”

You hate that he sounds shocked, as if he had some faith that you wouldn’t risk your friendship with Minjeong for a few minutes with him, of all people. He’s not even your type.

“Don’t make a big deal out of this.”

Sunghoon scoffs as if you’ve said the most obvious thing in the world. “Trust me, I won’t.”

You don’t have time to overthink the meaning of his words because before you can even realize it, Sunghoon is pushing you further up against the door, and he’s kissing you, finally kissing you.

This kiss is everything but soft, and it knocks the wind out of you. Sunghoon’s hand cups your jaw, tilting your head sideways to allow himself further into your mouth. It’s wet and sloppy, you’re certain that dancing with Minjeong was far more romantic than this. You kiss back anyway, wrapping your arms around his shoulder and grabbing a fistful of his hair, shivers running down your spine when he groans into your mouth. Without breaking the kiss, Sunghoon reaches down to slip the raincoat off of you, pressing your body closer against him to ease it off.

He pulls away slowly, his blown-out eyes focused on the string of saliva that connects your mouths to one another. “Fuck,” he groans at the sight, moving his mouth to kiss along your jaw.

You let out a moan when you feel his tongue slide against a particularly sensitive spot on your neck, tilting your head back against the door. Sunghoon takes notice of this, focusing his attention on that same spot, sucking on it hard enough to leave a mark before teasingly scraping his canines along the area.

Quickly, your fingers move to unbutton your shirt, suddenly feeling warm all over. You’re only halfway done when there’s a sudden banging on the other side of the door, startling you enough to halt your movements.

“Ignore it,” Sunghoon mutters against your neck. “They’ll go away.”

They don’t go away, they actually start to bang louder and harder once a few seconds pass.

Sunghoon lets out a frustrated sigh, lifting his head away from you, “Occupied!”

“Sunghoon?” You hear Minjeong’s voice on the other side of the door, causing you and Sunghoon both to freeze.

“M-Minjeong?” He stutters.

“I have to piss,” Minjeong whines, messing with the doorknob. “Hurry up!”

Sunghoon must sense your panic and the fact that you feel like bursting into loud sobs, because he places his hand over your mouth before mouthing for you to stay quiet.

Minjeong doesn’t let up on trying to open the door, and you’re sure that with just enough force, she could probably get it open.

“I’m using it! Can’t you just go outside?”

“I’m a fucking girl, Sunghoon. Just hurry up and finish.”

“Just…just hold on a second, Minnie.”

Minnie? Fuck is that about?

Sunghoon pulls you away from the door, keeping his voice and movements as low as possible. “You’re gonna have to hide in the bathtub, just lay down flat and wait for her to leave.”

“What?! What if she sees me?!” You whisper, silently praying Minjeong can’t hear you over the music.

“She won’t, okay? I’ll pull the shower curtain back. It’s the only option we have right now unless you want to jump out the window.”

You shake your head. “There has to be a better idea.”

On the other side of the door, Minjeong begins to grow impatient, anxiously tapping her foot against the floor. She’s had three full drinks and is on the verge of busting the bathroom door down if Sunghoon doesn’t open it soon. She focuses her gaze downward, raising a brow at a piece of plastic that’s been slightly pushed under the crack of the door. What is it? A shower curtain? It can’t be, why would the shower curtain be on the floor? It looks more like…

“Fuck! The cops!” A drunk voice yells before the entire house panics, sirens and flashing blue and red lights fill the house.

Inside the bathroom, Sunghoon had still been trying to convince you to lay down in the bathtub when even more panic sets in.

Minjeong bangs on the door one last time. “Sunghoon, the cops are here, you need to leave! Fuck, I gotta find YN!” She yells before taking off down the hall.

Police officers are raiding the house, and all Minjeong can focus on is finding you and making sure you're okay, while you were seconds away from hooking up with her ex. What a fucking nightmare.

“We gotta jump out the window,” Sunghoon says, hurrying over to the other side of the bathroom and forcing the window open.

“What?! Why?!”

“People are doing fucking illegal drugs at this party, YN, and now the fucking cops are here. My dad works for the city and if-” He pauses to grunt, struggling to get the window all the way open. “-news spreads that his son was at a house party that was full of people doing fucking cocaine his career will be fucking over. Fuck!”

This doesn’t explain why you have to jump out of the window with him, but you narrow it down to the possibility of Sunghoon just wanting to be around you for a little longer. And as pathetic as it sounds, you find yourself smiling at the possibility.

Sunghoon finally gets the window fully open, quickly hiking one leg over. “It’s not that far of a jump, we’ll be fine. I’ll go first then let you know when to jump.”

“You’ll catch me?” you ask, buttoning your shirt back up. Now that the raincoat is gone, you probably resemble a perverted schoolgirl costume.

Sunghoon sighs. “Yes, YN, I am going to catch you. Just be ready to run, my car’s down the street.”

He doesn’t give you any time to protest before hiking his other leg out the window and jumping down; you watch in horror as he lands face down. If it weren’t for your current predicament, you’re sure you would’ve gotten the ick.

It takes Sunghoon a few seconds to get back up, brushing himself off before standing, “Come on! Hurry!”

Despite your hesitancy, you follow Sunghoon’s action and hike a leg out of the window, staring down at him. “Are you sure about this?!”

“If you want me to catch you, you better jump now!”

Halloween fucking sucks.

You swear to yourself as you hike your other leg out of the window, saying a quick prayer as you brace yourself to jump.

Sunghoon doesn’t exactly catch you, but he does brace your fall, which is good enough for you.

He groans in pain from the impact as you stand and dust yourself off, reaching a hand down to help him up. “Sorry!”

Sunghoon stands, feeling a tad bit dizzy and lightheaded. “Just follow me.”

It isn’t too late to turn around and find Minjeong and just leave with her. In fact, it’d be the morally correct thing to do in this situation. Not that you seem to care for morals.

You make a mental note to send Minjeong a text later as you run after Sunghoon.

Sunghoon is not that great of a driver, but this doesn't surprise you.

He's still somewhat tipsy, occasionally swerving along the empty back roads.

What makes it worse is that Minjeong has been calling and texting you nonstop, your phone practically burning a hole in your pocket as you ignore her relentless attempts.

Sunghoon is trying his hardest to stay focused on the road, but your phone ringing every few minutes was really starting to irritate him. "Just fucking answer her," he says, shaking his head.

"And say what? That I'm with you?"

Sunghoon isn't too pleased with your sarcasm and rolls his eyes, "Obviously not, YN; just do something to make her stop panicking."

That's way easier said than done, especially considering that you can barely even think about Minjeong without wanting to burst into tears. The guilt has already started to set in, and it has you questioning yourself and your morals.

You can't talk to Minjeong; it's too risky, but you can call your sister and ask her to cover for you.

Slipping your phone from your pocket, you force your eyes to unfocus and ignore the string of missed calls and messages from Minjeong, dialing your sister's phone number with trembling hands.

As always, Yuna answers on the fourth ring, sighing loudly into the phone before greeting you with a monotonous, "Hello?"

"Hey, um, I need you to help me with something," you keep your voice low, not wanting Sunghoon to hear your conversation despite being right next to him.

Yuna sighs again, "With what, YN?"

"The party I was at got raided by the cops, and we all ran, so if Minjeong calls you, I need you to tell her I'm with you," you say, your eyes nearly bulging out of their sockets when Sunghoon makes a sudden sharp turn.

"Sorry," he mutters under his breath, gripping the steering wheel tighter.

You hate that even now, you find him cute.

"Well, where are you?" Yuna asks, snapping you back to reality.

"I… it's not important, just please do me this favor."

Your sister scoffs, "You expect me to lie for you, and you can't even tell me the full story?"

"The full story isn't important, Yuna."

"Clearly, it is if you're asking me to lie to your best friend."

"Just tell her," Sunghoon groans, sounding slightly annoyed, "but make sure she doesn't tell anyone else."

Yuna doesn't have many friends, and the few she does have wouldn't even care about your drama, so it's not like she'd have anyone to share your business with. You hesitate anyway because of the principle of the situation, how just ten minutes ago you were unbuttoning your shirt for your best friend's ex. Maybe you're starting to come back to your senses because replaying the scene in your head has you cringing from embarrassment.

You lean your head against the window and squeeze your eyes shut, "I'm with Sunghoon."

The line goes silent for a few seconds, and you're worried you may have lost service from driving in such a rural area until Yuna sighs for a third time, "The pretty ones are never that bright."

"I swear it isn't like that," you plead, "just, please, help me out."

"And what will I get out of this?"

Of course, she wants something, classic younger sibling bullshit.

"Well, what do you want?"

"I don't know…a normal older sister?"

"Yuna, I don't have time for this, will you help me or not?"

Bickering with Yuna was starting to give you a headache; you were seconds away from hanging up and coming up with a new plan entirely.

"After tonight, don't involve me in this anymore; I have my own shit to deal with."

You hold back a laugh at that as if Yuna does anything other than stay home and talk to the same two people. "I won't, I swear. I'll text you when I'm close to being home; let me know if Minjeong reaches out to you."

"Whatever, just get home safe and don't do anything else stupid," Yuna says through a yawn before immediately hanging up, not giving you the chance to say goodbye.

As much as you loved your sister, the two of you weren't exactly close. The divide started sometime during high school; your interests and friend groups never really aligned and only led you to stray further away from each other.

You being fairly well-known within your high school didn't help much, either. Countless random students would approach Yuna on the daily, asking if you were seeing anyone, begging her for your number, or even giving her small gifts and treats to pass along to you.

What annoyed her the most was that they never called her by her name, in their eyes, she was always known as "YN's sister", and nothing more than that.

You're sure Yuna doesn't hate you because of it, but it certainly didn't make her very fond of you.

"What'd she say?" Sunghoon asks, interrupting your thoughts.

"She agreed to cover for me tonight," you respond, gazing out the window, "pretty sure she's pissed, though."

"She'll get over it," Sunghoon taps the navigation system on his dashboard, "type in your address."

Despite making you jump out of a bathroom window, Sunghoon technically doesn't owe you anything. He never claimed he'd bring you back to his place to finish what you started; you quite literally only jumped because he told you to, under the pretense that maybe — just maybe — he'd want to hook up with you.

Clearly, that wasn't happening, at least not tonight. Having to jump out the window and then proceed to drive while tipsy must've knocked some sense into him, making him realize he'd been making way too many questionable choices all in one night.

You let out a disappointed sigh, hesitantly reaching out to type your home address into the car's GPS. The system buffers for a few seconds as it calculates the quickest route to your home before displaying an estimated travel time of thirty-eight minutes.

"Forty fucking minutes?!" Sunghoon shouts, causing you to jump.

He sighs, cursing under his breath before reaching forward and ending the navigation route. You sit up further in the seat, ready to ask Sunghoon what he's plotting before he starts typing "7/11".

You raise a brow at this, "Why're we going there?"

Sunghoon gestures towards the navigation system as if the answer is obvious, "Your house is forty minutes away, and I'm still kinda tipsy; I'm gonna need to pull over and get something other than alcohol in my system if I'm gonna be driving for that long." There's a slight slur to his words that had you weary about him driving, so pulling over to recharge isn't a bad idea.

After a few minutes of awkward silence, Sunghoon managed to safely drive the two of you to the nearest 7/11, opting to pay seventeen dollars to park in a parking garage down the street instead of the shop's personal lot.

"This neighborhood isn't that safe; I don't want anyone breaking into my car," he claims, taking up two spots as he parks in the most secluded corner possible.

The neighborhood is fairly safe; he was just being dramatic.

The walk down the street is quick and slightly awkward, with you and Sunghoon stumbling every few steps yet refusing to hold onto the other for stability.

The two of you go your separate ways upon entering the shop, Sunghoon headed straight towards the snack aisle while you make your way to the slurpee machines. The difference in your priorities was humorous, with him wanting to focus on building up energy and you wanting nothing more than a quick sugar fix.

Blue raspberry isn't necessarily your go-to flavor, but it's the only flavor on the Slurpee machine that's currently working, so you fill your plastic cup to the brim before absentmindedly reaching for a straw.

Sunghoon is still prancing around the store by the time you've finished making your drink, and despite not being that hungry, you decide to kill time by strolling through the snack aisles.

The Snickers bars and Reese's Cups look tempting as always, but you refrain, sighing as you look over the selection of peanut-contaminated candy.

"Don't even bother," Sunghoon says from behind you, causing you to gasp in shock.

He pauses for a moment, staring at the array of snacks before grabbing a pack of Skittles and walking off.

The thought of Sunghoon being aware of your peanut allergy is as comforting as it is strange. You can't imagine this is something Minjeong randomly decided to tell him, and even if that is the case, why would he bother retaining that information? It's not like the two of you are friends.

Whatever, you're probably thinking about it too much.

After deciding on a package of powdered mini donuts and Haribo gummy bears, you proceed to the checkout counter and set your items down, looking over your shoulder at Sunghoon, who was selecting the last of his items.

The man behind the counter smiles at you, typing his employee ID number into the cash register, "How's your night going?"

"Horrible," you say, making the clerk laugh even though you weren't joking.

"Sorry to hear that," he responds, scanning your items, "your total came out to…$6.12. Oh, hello, officer."

Despite not having done anything wrong, you nearly panic before remembering Sunghoon's unfortunate costume choice.

He nods at the man, setting his own items down on the counter, "Add these too. You guys take Apple Pay?" He asks, unlocking his phone.

"Oh, you don't have to pay for mine," you say, a nervous tremble in your voice.

Sunghoon shrugs, "No big deal."

Except it is a big deal. Sunghoon behaving like a boyfriend gentleman by paying for your items only made you like him even more, which is the exact opposite of what you need right now.

You sigh, taking a literal and metaphorical step back as Sunghoon taps his phone on the card reader.

"A cop and a schoolgirl, huh? These couple's costumes are starting to make less and less sense," the employee comments, eyes darting between you and Sunghoon.

"We're not a couple," Sunghoon responds, a little too quickly for your liking, but whatever.

The employee apologizes, embarrassed about his implications as he bags your items and wishes the two of you a safe trip home.

On the way back to Sunghoon's car, it dawns on you that Minjeong has stopped trying to get ahold of you, which is slightly worrisome considering that she's a person who wouldn't give up that easily.

Sunghoon climbs into the backseat this time, mumbling something about needing to rest and stretch out before driving you home. He sets the bag down on the center console, grabbing a few of his items before propping himself up against the door.

You do the same, retrieving your own items from the bag before slumping into your seat.

When you finally unlock your phone, a new voice memo from Yuna is waiting for you. Hesitantly, you hold your phone against your ear and hit play.

Yuna lets out a loud sigh, "So, you and Minjeong must have some sort of, like, telepathic connection because she called me as soon as I hung up on you. Anyways, I told her our cousin was also at the party and was able to, uh, give you a ride home once the cops came. Oh, and I told her your phone died and that you'd call her, um, later or in the morning. I'm not sure if she believed it, but she calmed down.

And, by the way, I meant it when I said I don't want to be involved in whatever this is after tonight. So, for everyone's sake, if something serious is going on, do not tell me about it. Get home safe."

You're not entirely sure if you deserve a sister like Yuna, who'd go against her own morals just to cover for you, but you're grateful you have her.

you [11:54 pm] : *you liked a voice memo*

you [11:54 pm] : thanks so much

you [11:55 pm] : i promise i wont involve u anymore. if minnie calls again u can just ignore it and lmk please

yuna [11:56 pm] : oh and she told me to let you know that she's safe. tho im sure that's not your biggest concern :/

Harsh but true.

You set your phone on your lap and tear open your pack of donuts, wiping away the powdered sugar that falls onto your blouse. Much like the blue raspberry slurpee, mini powdered donuts weren't exactly your go-to snack, but your options were limited, and you weren't in the mood to roam around the store any longer.

Suddenly, Sunghoon groans from the backseat and sits up, "Phone died."

Leaning over the center console, he plugs his phone into the car charger right underneath his navigation system, resting it on the dashboard before returning to his seat.

The car falls silent, and as much as you want to start a conversation, you're not sure where to begin. There's so much you want to ask, but you refrain, biting down on your tongue so hard you're surprised the taste of blood doesn't fill your mouth.

Sunghoon leans forward again, this time resting his cheek on the side of your seat, "What'd you get?" he asks, staring down at your lap.

You turn your head to look at him, holding up the half-eaten pack of donuts for him to see.

"Can I have one?" he asks, already holding his hand out before you could even say yes.

You hand him one regardless, watching the powder fall from the pastry as he pops it into his mouth.

Your curiosity gets the best of you, and you find yourself narrowing your eyes at him as you ask, "Sunghoon, can I ask you something?"

He nods, gesturing towards the remaining donuts in a way that tells you he wants more. You hand him the remaining three, nodding back when he mumbles "Thanks" under his breath.

"How did you know that I'm allergic to peanuts?"

Sunghoon pauses, brows furrowing in utter confusion as he looks up at you, "What do you mean?"

"Earlier in the store, I was looking at the peanut candy, and you told me not to bother. I'm assuming you must've known I'm allergic, right?" You ask, fully turning around in your seat to face him.

"Um…yeah. I know."

"Okay…how?"

"I mean, was it supposed to be a secret or something?"

"What? No, of course not. Allergies are probably the one thing that shouldn't be kept secret," you respond, "I'm just curious about how you know. I don't think I've ever told you, and I can't imagine Minjeong randomly deciding to tell you."

Sunghoon awkwardly scratches the back of his neck as he avoids looking at you. It takes the tips of his ears turning pink for you to realize that he's embarrassed, which only confuses you even further.

Sunghoon shrugs, staring down at the snack you've just given him, "Whenever all of us would hang out, and there was, like, food involved, I just noticed you'd pay so much attention to the ingredients of whatever it was you were eating. At first, I thought it was a calorie thing, but you never really asked about the calories, only the ingredients."

"But, how'd you know it was peanuts specifically?" you ask, feeling embarrassed about how curious you were over something as silly as a peanut allergy.

"Remember the hockey team bake sale? The one I made those terrible brownies for?" He asks, continuing when you nod, "You were there, and I remember how excited you were to try the cookies that Jake made, but right before you bought one, you asked him if there were peanuts in them. That's when I knew."

You can't remember the last time someone had paid this much attention to you, and it's dangerous, considering how easily impressed you are by the smallest things. Sunghoon was by no means a friend of yours; you hardly knew anything about each other and often kept your interactions rather short, so his being able to pick up on your peanut allergy just by watching you was … different. Maybe even nice.

You don't even realize you've been staring at him until he stops chewing and stares back, unblinking.

You look away, retrieving your Slurpee from the cup holder and taking a long sip as Sunghoon watches.

"Can I ask you something now?" he asks.

You don't respond, side-eyeing him as you continue to sip your drink.

Sunghoon smirks, amused by your sudden silence, "Why'd you meet me in the bathroom?"

You pull the straw away from your lips, voice barely above a whisper as you respond, "To see what you wanted."

He nods, taking the cup from your hands, "You knew what I wanted," he says, pausing to take a sip of your drink, "and you still came; why?"

When you don't respond, Sunghoon lets out a loud sigh and sets your cup back down in its holder, "It's okay, YN."

"It isn't."

"Maybe it is, maybe it isn't. I guess we'll never know, huh?"

This is a test of your morals, and Sunghoon knows this. Every decision you've made tonight has led you to this exact moment. There's still enough time to redeem yourself and make an excuse for your actions. You could easily lie and say that making out with Sunghoon was just a result of being tipsy and vulnerable. But now, with the two of you in his car, sobering up and coming back down to your senses, you won't be able to use those same excuses.

Realistically speaking, what are the chances of your ex's finding out? Heeseung probably wouldn't care, but Minjeong was an entirely different story.

In your defense, they've been officially broken up for three weeks and three days, so you wouldn't technically be hooking up with her boyfriend. Right?

Sunghoon must've sensed the gears turning in your head because, after a few seconds of staring at each other in silence, he leaned over the center console and pressed his lips against yours.

The kiss is softer this time, nothing like how it was in the bathroom as if he's trying to coax you in and convince you it's okay, that you're doing nothing wrong.

You find yourself slipping under his spell, eyes finally fluttering shut as he gently swipes his tongue across your bottom lip. The faint taste of alcohol is still on his tongue, but he does taste much sweeter now, like the blue raspberry slurpee he'd just had. A part of you wonders if he'd done that on purpose as if tasting better would make you enjoy kissing him like this.

He pulls away, scooting farther back into his seat, "C'mere, climb over."

You do as you're told, slipping off your shoes with Sunghoon guiding you right onto his lap as you climb into the backseat. You can't help but squirm on his lap, and he can still sense a slight hesitancy in your actions, the way you shiver when he touches you, how you initially pulled back when he tried to kiss you again.

"You're nervous," he comments, eye flickering across your face.

You shrug, holding onto his shoulders for support, "I can't help it."

Beneath you, Sunghoon reaches down to unclip the handcuffs from his belt loop, "You're making it hard to focus."

"The fuck am I supposed to do, then?!" You didn't mean to shout, but your patience was starting to run thin. You felt guilty enough as it is, and Sunghoon reminding you of how nervous you are certainly didn't make it any better.

Sunghoon rolls his eyes, undoing the handcuffs before grabbing your left hand. He tightens the cuff around your wrist, "Just trust me," he says simply. He sits up further in his seat, grabbing your cuffed wrist as he pulls down on the car's grab handle. He slips the empty cuff through the slot before gesturing for you to give him your free hand.

Fuck.

"Sunghoon…"

"Just trust me," he doesn't wait for a response, grabbing your wrist and bringing it up towards the empty cuff. It locks around your wrist with a click, causing him to smile in satisfaction.

You're sure that with just the right amount of force, you could easily snap the handcuffs in half, but it's the thought that counts. With your arms and hands restricted towards the ceiling, all you can do is stare down at Sunghooon and await his next movement, his very calculated movement.

He presses his cold lips against your neck, simultaneously using his hands to slowly unbutton your blouse. The mark he'd left on your neck earlier was as prominent as ever, and it pleased him to know you were okay with him marking you up like this. He swipes his tongue against the sensitive spot, hardening in his pants when you squirm on top of him.

His nails trace along the bare skin of your waist once he's finished unbuttoning your blouse, your bralette — that was a few sizes too small — fully on display for him. He's practically salivating at the site, his tongue sliding across his canines, completely in awe of your breasts spilling out of the flimsy, white material.

Sunghoon can't unclasp and slide off your bra, or else it'd be awkwardly hanging in the air, and trying to slip it through the handcuffs would take too much effort. Instead, he apologizes under his breath before his hands reach the front of your bra.

"Wait, Sunghoon—!"

Without warning, he stretches the fabric until it finally rips, seemingly pleased with himself if the cocky smirk is anything to go by. "Relax," he says, "I'll buy you a new one."

You don't have time to scold him because before you can even process what's happening, Sunghoon's tongue is swirling around your nipple. You swear at the sudden contact, arching your back and pressing your chest further into his face. It's almost embarrassing how such a simple act already had your head spinning.

His hands trail downward until they reach the hem of your skirt, slowly pushing it upwards until it's bunched around your waist. He traces the tip of his finger across your clothes cunt, pleased with how wet you've already gotten without having done much.

Your hips buck up into his hands on instinct, desperate for the friction, borderline craving it.

Sunghoon releases your perked bud in his mouth, looking up at you as he asks, "You want me to stop?"

"No, please don't." You beg.

"So this is okay then, right?"

If your wrists weren't handcuffed to the grab handle, you're sure you would've reached down and choked him for all the teasing. "Yes, Sunghoon, it's okay! Just hurry up and do something!"

Sunghoon shakes his head at you, mumbling, "So impatient." as he moves to lie flat on his back.

You stare down at him, confused, when he doesn't immediately start undoing his pants but instead positions his head right between your thighs.

It's funny, Minjeong claimed Sunghoon wasn't really into giving head and only gave it to her a handful of times during the course of their relationship, claiming he preferred to save it for special occasions.

But yet, here he is, willingly pushing your thighs further apart before pressing his lips against your clothed cunt.

The action sends shivers down your spine, and the handcuffs around your wrist suddenly feel tighter. He presses his tongue flat against you, groaning at the taste of your slick that's soaked through your panties. You grind down on him instinctively, your body trembling with anticipation as you squeeze your eyes shut.

"Fuck." You whisper, tugging at the handcuffs in frustration.

The sound of the metal clinking makes Sunghoon chuckle, pressing a final kiss against your damped underwear before mumbling, "Cute."

He makes quick work of sliding your underwear off your legs, tossing them to the

front seat with a grunt as you wait for him to continue. Sunghoon settles himself between your thighs again, groaning in annoyance as you hover over him. "Stop fucking hovering," he demands, attempting to pull you down directly onto his face, "it's fine."

It's too intimate; you've never even sat on Heeseung's face before, and you're sure this isn't something he's done with Minjeong.

"But, I don't wanna cru- fuck!"

Sunghoon dismisses your worries, forcing you down onto his face and instantly wrapping his lips around your clit. You barely have any time to process that this is completely new territory for you, being this intimate with a man, sitting right on his face while he drags his tongue along your cunt; gathering your wetness and dragging it up towards your clit before wrapping his lips around it once more.

You let out an embarrassingly loud moan at that, leaning your head against the cold window as your face heats up. This only encourages Sunghoon even further, and his confidence grows, feeling bold enough to tease the tip of his tongue into your hole.

You jolt up at this, biting back a moan and wishing you could reach down and grab a fistful of his hair and properly ride his face. He licks another stripe up your folds, gripping your thighs and holding your body in place when you try to squirm away.

"Stop trying to run from me," he groans into your pussy, the vibrations from his voice sending a shiver across your body.

He presses his face further into your cunt, moaning at how much wetter you've gotten since he's started. For a man who apparently wasn't one to eat a girl out, he sure did seem desperate and eager to have you come on his face. In fact, it almost seemed as if he was doing it for his own pleasure rather than yours, which only turns you on even more.

After a few more slides of his tongue, you finally feel your orgasm approaching, your thighs tensing around Sunghoon's head.

"I know you're close," he whispers, placing sloppy, open-mouthed kisses on your inner thighs, "go ahead, use me. I know you want to."

He's practically begging at this point, big, wet eyes staring up at you in pure adoration as he sucks your clit back into his mouth. That's your breaking point, the knot in your stomach finally untying itself as your orgasm washes over you.

You let out a moan so loud that your throat hurts shortly afterward, your wrists going limp in the handcuffs as you ride out your high.

Sunghoon doesn't let up until you're practically shaking from overstimulation, your body naturally twitching and squirming away from his greedy mouth as he cleans you up. He pulls away finally, his mouth and chin completely coated with your slick as he leaves a trail of kisses on your bare thighs.

You can't help but stare down at him in awe; he looks completely dazed as if he's running off, nothing but pure desperation and lust for you. You.

"Sunghoon," you say, trying to get his attention, "I…do you keep condoms in here?"

He flutters his eyes open, shaking his head, "No, but 7/11's just down the street. I can go-"

You interrupt him with a shake of your head, "I don't wanna wait; we don't need one."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, I'm on the pill. Just, please, fuck me already."

It's music to his ears, really.

Sunghoon slides himself back up the seat, reaching up to release you from the handcuffs. You groan at this, having gotten used to them and quite frankly enjoyed the temporary feeling of restriction.

"You liked the cuffs?" Sunghoon questions, dropping your wrists from the grab bar.

"Yeah," you admit, "I liked it more than I thought I would."

He nods at this, and you realize now that one of the cuffs is still clasped around your wrist. Sunghoon also notices this and smirks as an idea forms in his head. "Turn around."

You comply with no further questions, groaning when he suddenly pushes your body down into the seat. He brings your arms behind your back, handcuffing you once more as he lets out a sigh of pleasure. "I knew you'd like it."

Sunghoon pushes your skirt back up, straddling himself around your things after pulling his pants and boxers far enough to allow his cock to spring free. He steadies himself with a hand on your shoulder, using the other to teasingly drag his fully-hardened cock across your slick folds.

Sunghoon shivers at this, cursing at the sight as he repeats his movements. He knows he won't last much longer; he was practically seconds away from coming in his boxers just from eating you out, so he really should quit with the teasing for his own sake.

Minjeong had never allowed him to fuck her without a condom, so this type of intimacy was new and overwhelmingly good.

He finally pushes himself into you, his tip alone causing you to bite down on the leather of his seat. You already felt so full, and he wasn't even halfway inside yet.

"Ah fuck," he groans, "you're so tight, you're so…fuck." He can barely even form a sentence, biting down on his bottom lip as he further inches himself inside of you.

You're not doing any better, feeling as if you're already seconds away from your second orgasm when he's hardly even done anything. It takes a minute before he's fully inside of you, pausing before he leans down and asks, "Can I move?"

"Please, I need you to."

Sunghoon nods at this, pressing a kiss against your ear before sitting himself back up. He angles your hips off the seat but presses your chest further into it, giving you (and himself) the perfect arch to comfortably slide in and out.

The first few thrusts are slow, as expected, but just enough to get you used to his size. Even this was all too much for Sunghoon; he was already dangerously close to his orgasm.

He didn't intend on speeding up his thrusts already, but he really can't help it. Everything about this feels too good. The way your walls perfectly wrap around him, and the way you're moaning and cursing for him to keep going are overwhelmingly good.

"Fuck." He moans, squeezing his eyes shut as he presses you down further into the backseat. He pulls his cock all the way out before pushing himself back in, which you seem to enjoy. He does it a few more times, mostly to humor himself since it's something he assumed you would've been annoyed by.

"Sunghoon," you pant, "I'm close."

"Already?" He asks, pushing your hips downwards until you're lying flat on your stomach.

He tries to come off as cocky and frustrated, but he really is grateful you're already so close to your orgasm, seeing that he felt like he could burst at any given second.

You nod, "Please, keep going."

He doesn't respond, opting to remain silent as you pull his cock out of you before ramming it back in at a pace much harder and faster than before. His thrusts are sloppy and borderline desperate, the sound of skin slapping and grunts filling the air shortly afterward.

The two of you could hardly keep your eyes open, too lost in the pleasure of your approaching orgasms.

Your's hits first, and Sunghoon's follows shortly after, practically filling you up to the brim with his cum. You've never felt so full and warm, heat spreading through your entire body as you slowly calm down and regulate hour breathing.

Sunghoon doesn't feel like moving, but he does anyway, slipping himself out of you with a wince, watching his cum drip out of you and onto the seat of the car. He curses at the sight, stopping himself from leaning forward and eating it out of you.

He undoes both of the handcuffs this time, helping you sit up as you avoid eye contact with each other. "Hold on," he says, re-adjusting his pants and boxers, "I should have a towel or something in the trunk."

Sunghoon steps out of the car, returning a minute later with a towel in hand. He leans down, prepared to clean you up, until you stop him, "It's okay, I got it."

He shakes his head, "I can do it for you."

"It's fine," you say, buttoning up your shirt, "I'd prefer to do it myself, actually."

Sunghoon finally gives in, handing you the towel before leaning over the center console and retrieving your panties from the passenger seat. He waits patiently for you to finish up, instructing you to just drop the towel on the floor as he hands you your underwear.

"Hey, have you…do you think you've sobered up yet?" He asks, watching as you slip your panties back on.

"Yeah, why?"

"Before I met you in the bathroom, I took a few bites of an edible, and I think it's starting to kick in. I think you should drive."

You sigh, mostly because this was not at all what you'd been hoping he'd say. "Drive where? To your place? Then where would I go?"

"I can pay for your Uber home."

"Sunghoon, it's past midnight, and I'm a girl; taking an Uber this late is too dangerous."

"Then drive back to your place; I'll sleep in the car and drive off in the morning."

You groan, "No, Minjeong might visit me in the morning. What'll she think when she sees your car in my driveway?"

"Dammit, YN, then just spend the night at my place. You can take my bed, and I'll sleep on the couch; just please drive us somewhere, for fuck's sake."

Bickering with Sunghoon somehow doesn't annoy you; in fact, it feels almost domestic. Going back and forth like a real couple.

"Fine." You say, climbing into the driver's seat.

Sunghoon's phone falls off the dashboard in the process, now charged at twenty-eight percent, and apparently, a missed text from Minjeong that was sent a few minutes ago.

The jealousy that fills your chest is downright abnormal; Minjeong is your best friend; there's no real reason for you to feel jealous of her in the first place.

In fact, you shouldn't feel any sort of guilt at all; it's not like they're still together. They've been broken up for three weeks and three days.

Three weeks. And Three days.

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