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hiii I have a âoddâ (maybe) smut request. I was thinking about either reader being with matt or chris like as a couple, and they are having sex in their bedroom (again either in Chrisâ or Mattâs room) and the other triplet by mistakes hears readerâs moans and gets a little horny because she is sexy and he also kinda of always had a thing for her but then his brother got together with reader so he had no choice but to just forget about it, but then he hears her moans and instantly get horny đ¤đ¤đ¤Hope you like it <33333
two bad bitches at the same damn time đŁď¸đŁď¸

chris sturniolo x reader
warning : smut , unprotected p v n, threesome (not incest)
at the same damn time
in which matt interrupts chris and reader
Chris was a gentleman.
He took you out to a candlelit dinner at a five-star Michelin restaurant, the kind of place that made you sit a little straighter, speak a little softer, and feel like the only two people in the world.
He ordered steak and ribsâclassicâand you ordered your favorite dish, the one you always got when you were celebrating something special.
You both laughed over shared appetizers and sweet, fizzy drinks. You clinked glasses, fingers brushing, legs subtly nudging beneath the table. His foot kept grazing your calf, deliberate and teasing, while his hand lingered a little too long on yours each time he reached across the table.
Halfway through dinner, a heat curled low in your belly. It couldâve been the wineâor maybe the way Chris looked tonight. That crisp black suit from a wedding he attended months ago still fit him perfectly, his tie slightly loosened, hair falling into his eyes in that messy, intentional way. His lips glistened faintly from the space camp lip balm he applied before picking you up, and every time he smirked, it did something dangerous to you.
He hadnât kissed you all night, and the tension coiled tighter with each passing moment. You clenched your thighs beneath the table, feeling the telltale ache building, your panties growing damp as your eyes drank him in.
Chris knew.
His hand slid up your arm in slow strokes, his thumb brushing your knuckles, his foot pressing firmer between your legs.
When he leaned in and whispered, âYouâre falling apart already, arenât you?ââyou snapped.
ââââ
You left the restaurant with flushed cheeks and a half-full wine glass left behind, tugging him out the door before dessert. Chris drove fast, one hand gripping the wheel, the other pressed firmly between your thighs, teasing through your dress. Every bump in the road sent sparks through you, and you were practically breathless by the time you got home.
Chris didnât waste a second. He had you over his shoulder, laughing breathlessly as he carried you to the bedroom. He tossed you gently onto the bed, your black dress riding up to your hips, revealing those lacy panties youâd worn just for him. He took one look at the damp spot, and his jaw clenched. Lights dimmed. His mouth was on you before you could say another word.
Chris licked a long, deliberate stripe up your center before wrapping his lips around your clit and sucking like heâd been starving for you. His fingers followed, sliding into youâone, then twoâcurling deep, hitting that perfect spot with precision that made your back arch. Your hands clawed at the sheets as you tried to stay grounded, gasping, moaning, completely undone.
Your eyes fluttered closed. You were so close already, your stomach tightening, the pressure unbearable.
What you didnât know was that someone else had come home early.
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Matt thought he had the house to himself that night. Controller in hand, screen glowing in front of him, he was halfway through a game when he started hearing somethingâsoft at first. A sound he couldnât place. Then it came againâmuffled, breathy. A moan.
His heart dropped.
He paused the game, lips parting slightly as the realization set in. You were still here. With Chris. And from the sound of it⌠things were getting heated.
Matt let the controller fall to the couch beside him as the sounds upstairs grew clearer. Every whimper, every gaspâit hit him like a slow burn. He sat there, staring blankly at the paused game screen, jaw clenched, his chest rising and falling a little too fast.
He hated how much it got to him. He told himself it was just the noiseânothing more. But deep down, he knew it wasnât just that. It was you. The way you laughed with Chris. The way your perfume lingered in the hallway. The way youâd sometimes greet him with a soft smile that made his stomach twist.
And now? Now you were downstairs, sounding like you were falling apart in his brotherâs arms.
Matt couldnât take it anymore.
He stood up, slow but purposeful, and padded down the hallway. He didnât mean to look. He didnât even think Chris wouldâve left the door cracked open. But he had. Just a sliver. Just enough.
And what Matt saw made the breath catch in his throat. Chris between your thighs, your back arching, your fingers tangled in the sheets. Matt froze.
Your eyes met his.
Half-lidded. Heavy with lust.
For a moment, everything stopped. Heat rushed up Mattâs neck and to his lower region, revealing a prominent bulge through his grey sweats. His hands balled into fists at his sides. He couldnât move. Couldnât breathe. You stared back, wide-eyed, dazed, breathless.
Matt forced himself to look away and backtracked down the hall, retreating fast, pulse racing.
He didnât know what was worseâthat heâd seen it⌠or that a part of him wished he hadnât looked away.
He froze. You froze.
Chris paused, turning toward the door with a knowing smirk. âDidnât know we had an audience,â he murmured.
You bit your lip, thighs instinctively pressing together. But Chris kept you open, spreading you wider. âYou just gonna stand there, orâŚ?â he asked, flicking his tongue once more, making you cry out softly.
The tension thickened.
You didnât speak. You didnât need to.
The look you gaveâslow, smoldering, undeniableâwas permission.
And when the friend stepped forward, slowly, hesitantly, Chris simply stepped aside, brushing his fingers over your skin as he whispered, âShow her what youâve been thinking about.â
He did.
And your world spun all over again.
Matt dragged his tongue along your core, slow and deliberate, drawing a moan straight from your throat. He didnât hold backâsucking gently on your clit like he couldnât get enough, his fingers sliding inside you and curling just right, hitting that perfect spot that made your legs shake. Your body writhed beneath him, trying to hold off the climax threatening to crash down.
Eyes squeezed shut, you were lost in sensationâuntil something nudged against your lips. Blinking them open, your breath hitched at the sight of Chris standing above you, his eyes dark, gaze locked on yours, his arousal thick and heavy in his hand.
âOpen up for me, babyâŚâ he murmured, voice like velvet and sin. âYou need both of us tonight.â
You took him into your mouth slowly, inch by inch, your lips stretching around him as Matt kept working between your legs. Chris began to move, rocking his hips in gentle thrusts, and you hollowed your cheeks around him, your tongue gliding along his length while Mattâs rhythm never faltered.
The pressure in your belly built until you couldnât hold it in. With a choked moan around Chris, you came undone, legs trembling as Matt coaxed every wave of pleasure from you, not stopping until he had tasted every bit of your release. He pulled back, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, eyes dark and gleaming.
âYou taste like heaven, sweetheart,â he rasped, voice rough with lust.
Chris gently pulled out of your mouth, stroking your cheek with his thumb as Matt moved beside your head, brushing your hair back. Chris shifted between your legs again, lifting them to wrap around his waist, his gaze locked on yours.
âReady for more?â he whispered.
You nodded, breathless, as he pressed forwardâand your body welcomed him all over again.
At the same moment, Matt guided himself between your lips while Chris slid deep inside you, both of them moving in sync, filling you completely. Every inch, every throb, every breathless moan wrapped around the feeling of being stretched, surrounded, overwhelmed by the heat of their bodies. You could feel every detailâevery pulse, every inchâ every vein, as they moved with purpose, driving you to the edge of bliss.
They began to move in sync, each thrust sending waves of pleasure crashing through you. Your body pulsed around Chris as he pushed deeper, harder, his rhythm relentless. Matt groaned above you, your tongue tracing along his length as you wrapped your lips around his tip, sucking him in with slow, deliberate pressure.
Chris gripped your thighs tightly, lifting your legs over his shoulders, his mouth pressing hot kisses to your knees before slamming into you with force that made your back arch off the bed.
âdirty girlâŚ. getting fucked on both ends, huh..â chris mummers as you gag on mattâs cock, feeling it hit the base of your throat.
Every motion dragged you closer to the edge, your moans muffled, your mind slipping further into bliss.
Their movements grew desperate thrusts turning messy, breaths ragged. The build was unstoppable, pressure curling tightly inside you until you finally tumbled over the edge with a cry, body trembling as pleasure overtook you. They followed close behind, groaning your name like a prayer, falling apart with you in a blur of heat and ecstasy.
âââ
The room was quiet now, save for the soft sound of your breathing and the creak of the bedsheets as Matt carefully shifted away from you. His skin was flushed, hair damp with sweat, and his chest rose and fell in slow, deep waves. He looked at you for a moment, then at Chris, a subtle mix of gratitude and vulnerability passing through his expression.
âThank you,â Matt said softly, voice rough around the edges. âBoth of you. For trusting me.â
Chris gave him a small nod, still catching his breath, one hand resting gently on your thigh. You blinked up at Matt, still dazed and warm from everything, and managed a sleepy, appreciative smile.
Matt leaned over, pressing a soft kiss to your temple, gentle and respectful. âTake care of her,â he murmured to Chris before slipping out of the room with quiet footsteps, closing the door behind him.
Silence settled over the space, thicker now, but not uncomfortable. Chris exhaled slowly and turned to you, brushing your hair back from your face as he looked down at you with soft, unreadable eyes.
âYou okay?â he asked, voice tender.
You nodded, still floating in the afterglow. âYeah. Just⌠kinda fuzzy.â
Chris smiled gently. âThatâs okay. You were incredible.â
He moved carefully, slipping out from between your legs and disappearing for a moment into the bathroom. When he returned, he had a warm, damp cloth in one hand and a bottle of water in the other. He sat beside you, easing the cloth between your thighs with gentle, practiced care, cleaning you up slowly.
âI didnât expect it to happen like that,â he admitted quietly as he worked, his movements soft and steady. âBut⌠you looked at him. You gave him that nod, and I knew you wanted it. And I trusted that.â
You watched him, heart beating slower now, soothed by the way he spoke to you. Honest. Safe.
âI didnât plan it either,â you murmured. âBut I felt⌠okay. Like it was right, in that moment.â
Chris met your gaze, and something warm flickered in his eyes. âYou were in control the whole time. I made sure of that. And if anything ever feels off, you tell me, yeah?â
You nodded again, more firmly this time.
He helped you into one of his shirts and pulled the blanket over both of you once you settled into his chest. His fingers traced slow circles on your back, and your breathing slowly synced to his.
âI love you, you know,â he whispered against your hair. âTonight was intense, but nothing changes that. Youâre still my girl.â
A soft smile played on your lips as you curled closer, heart full, body calm.
âI love you too.â
And there, wrapped in warmth and comfort, you let the rest of the night melt away.
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needed to do chris sooo, first threesome ahh !! last one for the night
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Could you do mha boys with a buff s/o??
This is too cute lol. I did these in HC style so I hope thatâs okđđžđĽš
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Izuku Midoriya
Heâs not so secretly, secretly obsessed with you. Keeps a journal just for you and your training. Says itâs for his own training to cross-reference, but everyone knows that little freak is lying. Loves talking about you the most. He knows itâs weird to comment on your body so he tries to hold back but sometimes he just canât help himself. Even if you're not proud of it, trust that he is. Can and will gush about your shoulder-to-waist ratio during casual conversation with anyone who asks (or doesnât ask).
He immediately wants to know your workout routine, macros, reps, and gym playlist. Suggests âpartner trainingâ under the guise of bonding but really just wants to watch you lift. Don't worry; he wants to spend quality time with you, too, but if that quality time can be you spotting him or guiding him through a setâŚâŚ.yeahâŚ..
Definitely loves your arms the most. Gets so flushed when you wear sleeveless anything. Canât stop staring at your arms. His face gets redder the more skin you show, but he refuses to look away.
Despite your strength and physique he still wants to protect you, but also knows you could probably throw a villain through a wall no problem. Gets flustered whenever people point it out.
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Katsuki Bakugou
Absolutely loves it. Would never admit it but he does. Heâs so down bad. Stares openly when you stretch or flex. Will fight anyone who makes comments, but also makes those same comments himself. Itâs different though, only heâs allowed to talk about you like that.
Youâre his spotter and he's yours. No exceptions. Don't even think about working out with anyone else heâll legitimately throw a fit.
Thinks your abs are the hottest thing in the world. He absolutely hates it when you wear anything that shows them off. He tries to overcompensate by being shirtless as much as humanly possible to counteract your effect on him but it really just makes it worse.
Loves that your so strong but he needs you to think heâs strong too. Is always jumping in front of you at the first sign of danger. Never lets you open doors or jars just so he can casually prove that you need him even if you can get by on your own.
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Shouto Todoroki
Quietly admires you like youâre fine art. Traces your muscles absentmindedly when cuddling. Probably asked if he could take photos of your back âfor reference,â but just stares at the pictures any time he remembers he has them.
He really tried hard not to outwardly react to the things you wear, he doesnât want to come off as weird or a creep, but if you wear a tank top around him, he goes totally still and forgets how to breathe. Donât let it be tight eitherâŚ.
The king of casual compliments. Will call you strong easily 5 times a day. âYouâre very powerful.â Insert 10 seconds of intense eye contact. âI like that.â Itâs both a compliment and a personal confession.
Started lifting and weight training so much more after you both got together. Says itâs because you're his inspiration but itâs really because he doesnât want his big sexy s/o in the gym by themselves so other people can hit on them.
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Tenya Iida
Feels kinda bad that he finds your strength so sexy. Every time you lift something heavy without effort his brain gets all fuzzy. Feels like heâs almost objectifying you, so heâll try and clear his conscience by showering you with compliments. âThat was⌠an admirable display of strength! Very commendable!!â
Praises your physical form with dramatic sincerity but tries to frame the compliments around how hard you work rather than how you look. âYour dedication to physical wellness is exemplary!â
Loves loves loves your legs. Tries to be so subtle about it but anytime you flash a little leg at him heâs getting hot under the collar.
Donât get it confused though, heâs still going to be your knight in shining armor. You could literally bench-press him, and heâd still instinctively stand in front of you when danger arises. âA hero must shield their loved ones, no matter their physical capacity!â
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Eijiro Kirishima
Literally obsessed with you. Never shuts up about how cool and manly you are. Posts your gym selfies with captions like âLOOK AT THIS POWERHOUSE!!â followed by 10 bicep emojis.
Always wants to play wrestle just so you can overpower him. Itâs so hot to him. Gets giddy when you pin him. âBabe, do it again. Slam me. Please.â
Is so touchy-feely with you. Will happily rest his head on your chest in public. Wraps his arm around your waist and tells people, âThey could literally crush me in a hug. Isnât that awesome?â
Loves working out with you. His dream day consists of you both waking up early, hitting the gym, protein shakes, flexing at each other, and ending the day cuddled up after a workout. Heâs so whipped itâs not even funny.
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Hitoshi Shinsou
Was shocked but definitely not mad the first time he found out you were jacked, he blinked slowly, nodded his head, and went, ââŚNice.â Heâs chill about it, most of the time.
He wonât admit it, but he loves being manhandled by you. Pick him up, move him out of your way, put him in your lap. Heâs yours. Melts. Absolutely losing it on the inside.
Loves teasing and flirting with you while commenting on your physique. âWow, those arms could kill a man. Good thing Iâm into that.â Tries to come off as smooth and suave but it just makes him sound like such a little freak.
Is extremely possessive and jealous at times. If another muscular person flirts with you, his arms are immediately around your waist, pulling you close to him. Will actually crash out if he loses his Herculean baddie to some meathead.
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Requests are open!! <3
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the need to know (l.dh) âpart one
PAIRING. sneaky link!fwb!haechan x fem!reader GENRE. smut, fluff, mild angst, some humor CONTENTS. mentions of marijuana, explicit smut (unprotected sex, oral (receiving), overstimulation, praise kink, dom!haechan, switch!reader, breast play, nothing too crazy in this fic dw) WORD COUNT. in total, 40.4k, 13.5k in part one SUMMARY. you and haechan have undoubtedly had tension for the majority of your friendship. what happens when you act on it? PLAYLIST. the need to know (feat. sza) - wale // notice me - sza NOTES. i hope you enjoy! if youâre subscribed to my patreon, this fic is already published in full over there :) the next part will be up on wednesday, december 11th! :) friendly reminder that leaving nice feedback is incredibly sexy and very appreciated!
âI feel like weâve been in line for these bumper cars for twenty minutes,â Haechan groans.
You check your phone and roll your eyes. âItâs been eight.â
âWell, eight too many! Whatâs taking so long?â he complains, standing on his tiptoes to peer over the numerous heads in front of you.
âPatience is a virtue,â Jihyo chimes in, and Haechan huffs.
âWell, Iâm running out of virtue.â he mutters, and you snort. He looks over at you with a small grin. âYou liked that, huh?â
âYeah, that was kinda funny.â you admit, and his smile widens as he turns fully to face you.
âWell, you know what they say about funny guys,â he muses, and you look off into the distance thoughtfully.Â
âI donât think I recall.â you say after a moment, and he narrows his eyes at you.
âThey say funny guys are dangerous. Theyâll make you laugh and chuckle and then theyâll make your knees buckle.â he announces proudly, and you shoot him a look.
âLiterally who is saying that?â
âThey are!â
âWhoâs âthey,â Haechan? I want names and receipts, because I feel like you made that up.âÂ
âWell, I donât have names or, like, timestamps, butââ
âYou have nothing to back you up, is what Iâm hearing.â you reply with raised brows, and he scowls at you.
âYouâre no fun. Why are you my favorite?â he mutters to himself, and you laugh.
âIâm your favorite?â you coo, leaning onto him with a smile, and he looks over at you with a smile he tried and failed to restrain.
âUnfortunately.â he grouches. âHey, look, weâre moving!â
âSee how time flies when you stop complaining?â you say as the eight of you move up. Shifting slightly behind you, Haechan steps on the back of your shoe, making your heel slip out of your sneaker. âWhat is your deal?â
âWhat are you talking about?â Heâs the face of innocence, if you ignore the mischievous glint in his eyes.
âYou did that on purpose.â you point out.
âWhatâd he do?â Jiwoo asks curiously, and you turn to her with a pout.Â
âHe stepped on my shoe so it came off.â you complain, and Jiwoo rolls her eyes in Haechanâs direction.
âI did not!â
âYouâre a bad liar.â Mark points out, and you smile, satisfied that your friends have your back.
âI havenât done anything wrong.â he replies, maintaining his innocence, and you huff, glowering at him before turning back around. When the line moves up, he does it again, and you growl under your breath, whirling around to face him once more. âHi.â
âShut up.â
âOuch?â He places a hand over his heart like heâs been wounded, and you roll your eyes dramatically. âWords hurt, you know.â
âNot nearly as much as I wish they did.â
He gasps, loudly and obscenely, and points at you accusingly. âYou want to hurt me?â He looks you up and down with budding intrigue. âWhy is that kind of hot?â
You sigh loudly, resting your hand on his shoulder as you fix both of your sneakers. âYouâre insane, and youâre a nuisance, Haechan.âÂ
âOnly to you,â he coos, and Renjun clears his throat pointedly from his spot in front of you two.
âNot true. I also find you to be a nuisance.â he adds.
âI thank you for the support, Renjun, but you find most things to be a nuisance⌠so thatâs not really a surprise.â you say carefully, and his brows knit together thoughtfully before he shrugs, nodding in agreement.
âFair point. On the bright side, weâre almost at the front of the line,â he points out, and you shift to Haechanâs side as you all step up.
âAw, you wanted to stand next to me?â he teases.
You blink at him. âYou canât fuck with me if Iâm standing right next to you.â
âIs that a challenge? It sounds like a challenge.â
âAnd if I throttle him?â you announce to your friend group.
âHeâd probably moan,â Jaemin says regretfully, and Haechan nods, eyes wide with glee as he presents you with his neck.
âI definitely will. Go for it.âÂ
âHave you no shame?â Jaemin remarks, scandalized, and Haechan pauses to think.
âNo.â
âLovely. Great.â Jaemin mutters to himself, and Haechan smiles, pleased. âCan this line move so I can hit Haechan with my bumper car?â
âAgreed,â Jihyo says.
âAmen,â Mark chimes in.
âRetweet!â Jiwoo adds.
âPeriod.â you agree.
âDamn, even you?â Haechan exclaims, looking at you with a frown.
âDo you have short term memory loss? Did you forget how you deliberately made my shoes come off, like, two minutes ago?â you ask incredulously, and he rubs his chin thoughtfully.
âDoesnât ring a bell.âÂ
âIâm going to harm you physically.âÂ
âMaybe come stand next to me,â Jihyo offers, gently pulling you forward in the line towards her.
âYeah, and you come here.â Jeno suggests, yanking Haechan backwards in line by the collar of his jacket.
âI donât wanna stand next to you!â Haechan complains. âYou smell like weed.â
âI took an edible today.â Jeno remarks plainly, and Haechan wrinkles his nose.
âThe stench is embedded in your clothes.âÂ
âI washed this jacket yesterday.â Jeno answers flatly.
âWell, in my defense, how was I supposed to know that?â Haechan huffs.
âCan you shut up and move up? Weâre next, I think.â Jeno pushes Haechan forward in the small of his back, and Haechan crumples with a wail, stumbling forward to clutch onto you.
âHe stabbed me!â
âPoor baby,â you coo, embracing Haechan as he clings onto you.Â
âI cannot, for the life of me, make sense of you two.â Jihyo chuckles with a shake of her head, and you shrug, the movement difficult due to Haechan holding onto you.
âHeâs cute when he whines.â you answer, and Haechan coos at you fondly, nuzzling his nose into your neck affectionately.
âI think youâre the only person who thinks that,â Jeno chuckles, and you shrug again.
âDonât listen to him,â Haechan mumbles, words muffled by his face being squished against your neck. âHeâs mean. He stabbed me.â
âI poked you.â Jeno sighs with a roll of his eyes.
âYou jabbed me!â Haechan counters, and you stroke Haechanâs hair, shushing him gently.
âItâs okay,â you hum soothingly. âYouâre safe over here as long as you donât get on my nerves again.â
âIâll be such a good boy,â Haechan promises, and your eyes widen in surprise, your sharp intake of breath catching in your throat and making you cough for a second.
âDid not expect you to say that,â you mutter when you recover, and he chuckles, tilting his head up to look at you.
âYou liked that, didnât you?â he teases, and you blink down at him blankly.
âShut up before I make you stand with Jeno again.âÂ
âShutting up.â
Finally, your group moves up to the very front of the line, the attendant briefly going over the rules. The eight of you agree to follow the guidelines and he lets you in, all of you scurrying to get in a car. You spot a cute, baby pink bumper car and get in that one, strapping yourself in and quickly familiarizing yourself with the controls.Â
The attendant hits the buzzer to begin the timer for your session, and you all start to drive around the course, quickly getting the hang of the controls and maneuvering the small vehicles.
Youâre careening down the course when youâre bumped from the side, sending your car veering into the guards on the wall. You glare over at the culprit, Haechan grinning flirtatiously as he surges forward, repeatedly bumping your car closer and closer to the corner and more off-course.
âHaechan, pick on someone else.â you complain, and he scrunches his nose as he shakes his head.
âYouâre so fun to mess with, though.â he says with an attractive pout.Â
âGod, youâre lucky youâre cute.â you mutter, missing too late the way his eyes flash with satisfaction and budding mischief.
âWhat was that?â he calls over to you, placing a hand behind his ear.Â
âI didnât say anything.â you huff, and he raises an eyebrow skeptically.
âI donât believe you.â
âToo bad? Not my problem.â you reply with a shrug, and he narrows his eyes.
âDonât make me come over there.â
âHow are you gonna come over here when we canât leave our bumper cars?â you ask, rolling your eyes.
âIâll get out and come over there and climb right onto your bumper car.â
âYou wouldnât.â
âWanna bet?â
âJeezââ you mutter, huffing and puffing before admitting, âI said, âyouâre lucky youâre cute.ââ
He grins widely and runs his fingers through his hair, mussing it up casually before he speaks. âHow lucky am I, hm?â
You shoot him a wary look. âHaechan, what are you talking about?âÂ
âI wanna get lucky tonight.â he says slowly, wiggling his brows, and you blink at him, waiting to see if heâs serious before an incredulous scoff-laugh escapes you involuntarily.
âI suggest you get real acquainted with your hand, Haechan.â you chuckle, starting to drive forward and bump him out of your way.Â
âYouâre cruel,â Haechan laments. âWhat happened to me being cute?â
âYouâre still cute,â you assure him, blowing him a kiss. âJust not that lucky.â
âNext time,â he calls out to you as you drive away, and you wave him off dismissively.
You half-wish you hadnât brought up the image of Haechan touching himself, because now itâs all you can think about; his hand gripping himself, the way he might strokeâfast, slow, tight, with a flick of the wristâ
âPay attention, girl!â Jihyo laughs, bumping into you as she drives by. Rapidly blinking out of your reverie, you realize youâve been slowly veering in towards the center of the rink, your car riding along the guard rails, and you do your best to clear the Haechan-induced fog in your mind.
The rest of the bumper car session passes fairly quickly, with shrieks and giggles of delight and Haechan repeatedly bumping into you âby accident.â When you get out of the bumper cars, your legs are a bit wobbly, but the light, bubbly feeling you have in your heart more than makes up for it.
âCan we please go on a roller coaster next?â you say hopefully, and Jihyo frowns instantly.
âThose make my stomach drop⌠Iâm gonna pass this time.â she says apologetically, and you nod in understanding, although your face falls a bit.
âWe just ate corn dogs and funnel cake, like, right before the bumper cars, and if we go on, we might blow chunks.â Jeno explains, gesturing between himself, Mark, and Jaemin.Â
Jiwoo looks over at them in confusion. âWhen did you have time to get food?â
âWe snuck off,â Jeno admits sheepishly. âWell, I snuck off⌠Mark and Jaemin just followed me.â
âYou just sensed corn dogs and funnel cake so you wandered off?â Jihyo snorts, and Jeno looks even more embarrassed now than he did earlier.
âI smelled themâŚâ Jeno admits quietly, and you blink, surprised.Â
âOkay, bloodhound.â you joke, and Jeno snorts in amusement. âSo Mister Super Sniffer and his greedy nosy companions are out, Jihyoâs out⌠I can tell by the look Renjunâs giving me that heâs also outâŚâ
âSorry,â he mumbles.
âJiwoo? Haechan?â you ask hopefully.
âIâm sorry, girl, Iâm justâIâm kinda scared.â she admits quietly, a small frown on her face.
âAw, okay,â you reply sympathetically, squeezing her hand gently. You look over at Haechan hopefully, and to your relief, his face softens into a fond smile. âThatâs the smile you give me when Iâm about to get my way,â you say excitedly, and he chuckles, something warm and inviting in his eyes.
âIâll go with you.â he agrees, and you squeal, wrapping your arms around his neck for a hug. âCareful, now, before I ask you to ride something else.â he murmurs in your ear suggestively, one hand moving to clutch at your waist, and you gasp, releasing him instantly.
âYouâre gross.â you scold him.
âWhatâd he say?â Jiwoo asks curiously, and you narrow your eyes at Haechan before waving your hand at her dismissively.
âYou donât want to know. Letâs go, Haechan!â you chirp, grabbing his hand and pulling him after you to the biggest, baddest roller coaster you can find.
When you get in the line, Haechan sighs loudly as he looks at the numerous people ahead of you.
âWeâre gonna be in this line forever, you know.â he complains.
âWorth it if I get to ride this thing.â you say, looking at the rollercoaster lovingly.
âYou are so cute.â Haechan coos, squishing your cheeks until your lips pucker out.
âCan you unhand me, you fiend, you?â you huff, pushing his arms until he releases you with a frown. âYou like being treated like a baby; I donât.â
âOh, really?â he asks, brows raised in a challenge. âSo if I offered to hand feed you and tie your shoelaces and coo at you all the time, you wouldnât like that?â
âOh, Iâd love that. But thatâs being pampered, not being treated like a baby.â you say, and Haechan rolls his eyes.
âSame thing.âÂ
âNuh-uh! Pampering is treating me like a princess, not a baby.â
âIs that right?â he muses thoughtfully. You nod, and he chuckles, continuing on to say, âSo Iâm dealing with a little pillow princess, huh?â
âHey!â you exclaim, looking over at him in surprise.
âRelax, I happen to love pillow princesses.â he assures you, and you eye him warily. âI do! Something about the idea of a pillow princess lying back and letting me do whatever I want to youâŚâ he trails off with a dreamy smile, and you blink rapidly in alarm.
âHer?â you suggest, and he looks over at you, brows furrowed in confusion.
âHuh?â
âYou said âyouâ instead of âher,ââ you point out, and he nods slowly, clearly not getting your point. âThe way you said it made it seem like you were fantasizing about⌠doing that⌠to.. meâŚâ you say, trailing off slowly as his brows lift as if to confirm what youâre saying. âOh.â
âOh,â he copies you, stepping closer with a grin. âNow what, hm? Whatâs so wrong with me thinking about you like that?â
âWeâre friends, Haechan. Friends donât typically fantasize about their friends.â you remind him.
âFriends should be allowed to fantasize about their friends,â he counters, âas a treat. Especially when their friends look as good as you do.âÂ
âYouâre such a flirt.â
âYou know youâre lowkey into it.â he replies confidently, and you hate that heâs right.
âMove up, I think weâre gonna be in the next group.â you say, deliberately shifting the topic.
Haechan eyes the moving line ahead of him and looks back at you with a smile that says he knows exactly what you just tried to do, but relents and moves forward regardless.
As he turns to move, you let out a breath you didnât realize you were holding, realizing that maybe, just maybe, Haechanâs a bit more serious about his flirting than you thought he was, and you have yet to determine how you feel about that.
The smell of cheese and pepperoni pizza fills the bowling alley, almost a pleasing enough aroma to mask the faint but still present smell of sweaty socks and shoes. You sip your diet Pepsi and look around the room; there are birthday parties for children, teenagers congregated by the fountain soda machine, and a smattering of tired parents sitting in the chairs by the bowling ball dispensersâand then thereâs your group of friends, eight twenty-somethings far more rambunctious and chaotic than the younger age groups present.
âYouâre up,â Jihyo calls to you, nudging you gently, and you sigh heavily before setting down your drink and standing up, making your way to the bowling balls.Â
âI donât know what Iâm doing,â you announce loudly to your friends, and you pick up a sparkly pink ball, walking over and just rolling it down the lane with no thought towards strategy or physics or anything of the sort.
To your surprise, you manage to hit three of the corner pins, your ball coming dangerously close to landing in the gutter, and you hear Haechan snicker behind you.
âLaugh it up, Haechan; not everyone is good at bowling. Some of us have other strengths.â you huff, glowering at him, and he raises his hands in defense.
âHey, I didnât say anything!â
âYou laughed. Thatâs arguably worse than saying anything.â
âMaybe you should stick to the influencer thing⌠live life on easy mode, you know?â he says with a wry grin, and you watch as Jiwoo freezes, Jaemin audibly gasps, Mark smacks Haechan on the arm, and Jeno and Renjun exchange a look of disapproval.Â
âOh, thatâs notââ Jihyo starts, but you hold up a hand to silence her.
âHaechan, do you have any idea how difficult my job is? Just because I donât spend my days learning the intricacies of Cobraââ
âPython,â Haechan corrects.
âWhatever! Just because I donât have to submit pages upon pages of technical jargon to my boss, that doesnât mean I have it easy.â you huff, placing your hand on your hip as you stare him down.
âHow hard can it be to be an influencer?â Haechan says with a dismissive roll of his eyes. âI have to submit a code to my boss by midnight, and you have to, what? Do a TikTok?â
You glower at him. âYouâre horrible. My job comes with the constant pressure of maintaining public approval, and you know how they have hive minds on TikTok! One day, youâre good, the next week, you could be nothing and everyoneâs in your comments talking about, âOh, you fell off,â or, âNot you flopping.ââÂ
Haechan levels his gaze at you, raising an eyebrow. âYou get to go on social media and shake your cute little ass for a living⌠stop whining.â
You blink at him for several beats, processing which part of his statement to address first. â...Did you just call my ass little?â
He rolls his eyes and stands up from his spot, walking in the narrow space between you and the bowling ball dispenser. âMore importantly, I called it cute.â he points out, and you canât help but smile. âPersonally, I think your ass is perfect.â He murmurs in your ear, and you hum softly in acknowledgement.Â
âOh, yeah? Is that why you spend so much time looking at it?â you ask, and he grins.
âAbsolutely. How else do you think I made such an astute observation?â he chuckles, picking up an emerald green bowling ball and lifting it in the air. You watch as his forearm muscles tense with the strain of managing the extra weight of the ball and do your best to hide your staring. âWhy? Does that bother you?â he wonders, raising his eyebrows handsomely.
You think about it for a second. âIt probably should, huh?â
Haechan grins brilliantly. âDoes that mean you like it?â
âI never said that.â you reply, shooting him a look. âDonât get ahead of yourself.â
He chuckles and turns from you briefly to bowl, the ball rolling down the lane in a perfect straight line before it hits the center pin and subsequently knocks every other pin down. He turns back to you, smiling smugly, and says, âItâs all in the subtext, baby.â
âBaby?â you echo incredulously.
âYes?â he answers as if youâve called him, eyes glinting with mischief, and you roll your eyes with an undeniable smile growing on your lips.
âYouâre too much.â you mumble, laughing softly, and he smiles at you, his eyes twinkling.
âCanât handle it?â he murmurs in your ear as he passes by you, heading back to his seat.
âNever said that, either,â you say as you walk over to him and sit beside him. âJust think itâs kinda crazy to call me âbaby.ââ
âWhy is that crazy?â he hums, reaching behind you to rest his arm on the bench behind you, his fingertips grazing your shoulder. âShould I call you something else? Honey, baby girl, angel, babeââ
âShh!â you giggle, reaching to cover his mouth, but he dodges your attack smoothly, eyes alight with mirth as he joins in on your laughter.
âWhat? Pretty, gorgeous, cutie, sexyââ he continues, dodging your attempt to silence him again and grinning cheekily. âI could do this all night.â
âPlease donât,â Mark and Jeno pipe up in unison. You look over at them with a slight jump, having temporarily forgotten you and Haechan arenât even remotely alone in this building.Â
âKilljoys.â Haechan mutters mostly for your ears, and you laugh quietly, covering your mouth to remain inconspicuous. âItâs your turn again,â he points out with a jerk of his chin at the lanes as he pops a piece of gum in his mouth, and you manage to tear your gaze away from his jaw and the attractive way it moves as he chews for long enough to stand up and walk over to the lanes again. âWant them to put up the rails?â he teases, and you turn back to glare at him. âIâm just trying to help you out,â he says, hands raised defensively, and you raise an eyebrow.
âMaybe you should come show me how to do it, then.â you suggest with a small smile, and he chuckles before rising to his feet and striding over to you.Â
Heâs quick to place his hands on your sides, squeezing gently before carefully repositioning you. It doesnât take long for his hands to slide down to your hips, pulling you back against him so close you can feel his chest rising with every inhale he takes.Â
âYou wanna start with your feet like this,â he murmurs in your ear, manually moving your legs by holding under your thigh just above the back of your knee until heâs satisfied.
âLike that?â you muse softly, looking over your shoulder at him, and he sucks in a breath before chuckling to himself under his breath and nodding.
âJust like that.â he assures you, but the way his voice dips when he says it leads you to believe thereâs a suggestive meaning to his words. âNext, youâre gonna bend your arm like this and hold the ball just a bit in front of your shoulder.â he instructs gently, and when you do as he says, he smiles, pleased. âThatâs it,â he encourages you, his voice dropping to a deliciously low pitch with that same suggestive lilt. âBend your knees a little bit and put the foot thatâs gonna slide slightly behind the foot thatâs gonna stay still.â You do, looking back at him for approval, and he nods proudly. âReady?âÂ
âYeah,â you say confidently, and he squeezes your hips slightly before releasing you. You send the ball rolling down the lane in a perfectly straight beeline for the center pin, the ball knocking it and all the pins behind it over, and you squeal with excitement, wrapping your arms around Haechanâs neck and pulling him in for a hug. He wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you in closer, and just like that, the vibe of the hug shifts, his touch electrifying you as he tucks his face in your neck, breathing in deeply.Â
âGood job,â he mumbles into the crook of your neck, lips grazing your skin ever so slightly but making you shudder nonetheless.
Thereâs a loud, obscene retching noise from behind you two, and you both break apart in alarm, turning to look at the source of the noise, Renjun sitting with a very displeased expression on his face and his arms crossed.Â
âCan we help you?â Haechan asks slowly.
âYeah, you can get a room.â he says with a grossed-out scowl, and you remove your arms from around Haechanâs neck sheepishly, warmth blooming in your cheeks.
Haechan doesnât release you just yet, though, still maintaining a firm grip on your waist and the small of your back until you clear your throat gently and his gaze shifts from glowering at Renjun to looking down at you with a question in his eyes. Your throat dries, not expecting his full attention so suddenly, and he lets out a tiny chuckle, lips quirking up into a smile before his eyes drop to your lips.
Your lips part subconsciously, and his grip on you tightens slightly before Jeno clears his throat pointedly, garnering your attention once more.
âYes?â Haechan asks impatiently.
âA room. Get it.â Jeno remarks with a grimace, and you carefully pry Haechanâs hands off of you, since it seems like he wonât be doing it himself.
âDonât be a hater,â Haechan remarks with a huff. âItâs not a good look on you.â
âDesperation isnât a good look on anyone, either, but here you are.â Jeno counters, and Haechan frowns before he looks back at you with a pout.
âHeâs so mean,â Haechan whines dramatically, pulling you to stand in front of him. He points at Jeno accusingly. âHe hurt my feelings.â
âDonât worry, Haechan,â you coo, turning to face him. âI happen to think you look very cute when youâre desperate.â
He grins. âThanks.â His brows furrow in thought a second after, and you wait patiently, eyebrows raised expectantly, for the rest of the sentence to kick in. âWaitâhey!â
âThere it is.â you chuckle. âFor a software designer, your processing is surprisingly slow.â
âYouâre mean, too.â he laments, pouting in a way thatâs somehow both cute and handsome. âYouâre lucky I kinda like it when youâre mean.â
âOh, do you?â you muse thoughtfully, reaching up and running your hand through his hair. His eyes flutter shut and a blissful smile makes its way onto his face. âDo you prefer it when Iâm mean or nice?â
âNice, for sure.â he sighs happily as you repeat your motions of playing with his hair. âI like when you dote on me.â
âIs that why youâre such a whiny baby?â you chuckle, and he nods.
âOnly for you.â
âArenât I lucky?â you drawl sarcastically, and Renjun snorts.
âIâd consider the rest of us deeply unlucky for having to witness it.â he chimes in, and you look back at him.
âThen close your eyes.â you hum dismissively, and Renjun gasps in disbelief.
âI think theyâre worse when theyâre on the same page.â he remarks to Jeno, who nods.
âTheyâre definitely worse together, if you ask me.â he agrees, and Haechan opens his eyes to narrow them at Jeno.
âGood thing I didnât ask, then.â you reply, and Haechan grins at you.
âThat was hot.â
âDown, boy.â you warn him playfully, and he wets his lips slowly and deliberately, grinning when your gaze drops to his mouth. âWhat did I just say?â
âI donât know, I wasnât listening.â he says with a cheeky grin. âGot distracted.â
âBy what?â
âTake a guess.â he suggests, raising an eyebrow pointedly as he looks you up and down.
âThereâs, like, no hope for you, is there?â you laugh, and he shakes his head.
âNo, maâam.âÂ
(You ignore the way the term of respect makes something tingle inside of you.)
âGuys, I think Deadpool tickets sold out,â you say worriedly as you enter the movie theater.
Jihyo looks over at you, confused. âWhy do you say that?â
âWell, it says âDeadpool sold outâ right under the movie time listings, so⌠that kinda gave me a hunch.â you explain, pointing right at the sign, and Jihyo frowns.
âMaybe thatâs an old sign,â Haechan says, striding over to the front desk confidently. âHi, can we get eight tickets for Deadpool, please?â You donât get to hear the womanâs response, but you do see her point behind herself at the sign you very much just pointed to. Haechanâs shoulders slump slightly and he walks up to your group once more. âTheyâre sold out.â
âGee, how unfortunate. If only there was some way we could have known⌠some sort of sign, perhaps⌠maybe one that your dear friend already pointed outâŚâ you lament sarcastically, and he narrows his eyes at you.
âCanât blame a guy for trying.â
âOh, I can. Not only can I, but I will.â you retort, and he scrunches his nose at you.
âWell, can you two stop doing that weird foreplay banter thing you do so we can pick a new movie to watch?â Mark asks, and you splutter, surprised.
âThat is not what weâre doingââ you start to defend yourself, but Haechan cuts you off.
âNo, no, no, that is what Iâm doing.â he says, and you slowly turn to look at him in disbelief.
âYou shut up.â you huff, crossing your arms. âWhat are we gonna watch now?â
âWe could watch The Texas Chain Saw Massacre,â Renjun suggests. âTheyâre re-releasing it.â
âHow about we not?â Haechan says instantly, brows knitting together in distaste.Â
âNo, I think itâd be fun!â Jiwoo chirps.
âIâd rather actually be able to sleep tonight, thanks.â you disagree, shifting to stand next to Haechan.
âWell, how about we just split up and see what we want?â Jihyo suggests, and you shrug, looking over at Haechan.
âWanna see a romcom or something?â you ask him, and the corner of his lips quirks up into a smile.
âSure thing.â he replies, and Renjun gags.
âCan we go get the tickets now?â he half-requests, half-pleads. âI canât bear witness to whatever these two have going on for much longer.â
âYou dramatic ass whiny baby.â you scoff, and Renjun glowers at you.
âYou call me a whiny baby, but when Haechan goes on his whiny baby tirade, itâs all âpoor Haechan,â and âpoor baby;â what about me?!â he complains, and you raise an eyebrow in amusement.
âRenjun, if you want me to baby you, you could just ask.âÂ
âNo, you canât,â Haechan cuts in, taking your hand and pulling you towards the ticket booth.Â
âWhâHaechan!â you laugh incredulously.
âIâm the only one you can dote on,â he huffs petulantly at you before turning his attention to the attendant at the ticket booth. âGood evening; could we get two tickets to, uhâŚâ he looks over at you and you roll your eyes with a smile before scanning the movie listings briefly.
âWe Live In Time,â you finish, and he nods resolutely.Â
âWe Live In Time,â he echoes, and the attendant smiles and nods, typing something into the computer.
âThatâll be $20,â she says, and Haechan reaches into his back pocket and pulls his phone out, tapping it to the card reader.
âOoh, and you paid? What a gentleman,â you pretend to fawn over him, and he chuckles.
âYou know Iâve got you, baby.â he remarks casually, and his sincerity stops you in your tracks.
Why was that so attractive?
The attendant prints out two tickets and hands them to Haechan, who takes them with a smile and a âthank youâ before looping his fingers with yours once more and leading you further into the movie theater.
You want a snack from the concession stand?â Haechan asks as you two walk by it, and you look over at him.
âMaybe? Why; are you buying?â you half-laugh, not expecting him to agree.
âYeah, come on.â he urges, leading you over to the snacks. âWhat do you want?â
âSour Patch Kids,â you answer, pointing at the box. âThe strawberry ones.â
âGood choice,â he remarks, amused as he takes the box from the display and hands it to the guy behind the counter. âCan we also get a large popcorn?â He turns back to look at you. âYou want something to drink?â
Taken aback by but admittedly attracted to this energy from him, you nodâobediently, even. âSprite, pleaseâno ice.â
âLarge Sprite, no ice, and a large Mountain Dew, please?â he finishes the order and you step forward to stand beside him, trying your best not to look at him with hearts in your eyes.
When you two get to the theater where theyâre showing your movie, Haechan gestures for you to lead the way, so you do, picking a spot close to the back of the theater and sitting down.
He sits down next to you, setting the popcorn between your seats, and drapes an arm over the back of your chair.Â
âHow smooth,â you drawl sarcastically, and he grins, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively.
âYou know you like it.â he replies confidently, and you try to hide your smile as you focus your attention on the screen as the trailers start to play.
Itâs about thirty minutes into the movie, and paying attention is harder than you thought, considering Haechanâs doing everything in his power to make you focus on him instead.
At one point, you reach for popcorn, startling yourself when instead of feeling a buttery popcorn kernel, you feel the warmth of Haechanâs fingers.
âIt was fate,â he coos sweetly at you, and you narrow your eyes at him playfully.
âMove your hand or Iâll throw popcorn at you.â you threaten, and he laughs, tipping his head back in mirth.
âYouâre so cute,â he sighs in delight, eyes twinkling as he watches you fondly. âFine, Iâll move my handââ
âGreat.â
âBut you have to feed me a piece of popcorn.â he says with a smirk, and you blink at him incredulously.
âYouâre really something, you know that?â you chuckle, picking up a piece of popcorn and bringing it to his lips. âOpen.â
He obliges, sticking his tongue out flat, and you place the fluffy popped kernel on his tongue, trying the whole time not to think about how nice his tongue looks, glistening in the light from the movie screen.
âThank you,â he hums, chewing happily, and you snap out of it, clearing your throat and returning your attention to the movie. âWhat a coincidence that itâs just the two of us,â Haechan remarks quietly, and you turn your head to look at him. âAre you sure you didnât just want a chance to be alone with me?â
You sigh. âHaechan, this movie was my idea. You followed me in here.âÂ
âWatch that cute little mouth of yours before I revoke your snack privileges.â
âYou touch my snacks and Iâll make you wish you were at the mercy of that Texas Chain Saw Massacre killer.â you promise him, and he exhales quietly through his nose in amusement.
âDonât worry, baby; I wouldnât actually dream of getting between your snacks and your little sweet tooth.â
âGood.â
âActually,â Haechan muses, and you turn to look at him again. âThatâs probably why you and I get along so well.â
Itâs your turn to exhale through your nose in a quiet laugh. âWhy, because you have a sweet tooth, too?â
âBecause Iâm sweet.â he answers plainly, like it was obvious, and your snort of amusement is loud enough that someone else in the theater shushes you.
âIs that what your mom tells you?â you tease, and he glowers at you.
âHey! Iâm a delight!âÂ
âDidnât say you werenât,â you reply with a smile, and he matches it, leaning a little closer as his eyes drop to your lips.
âWanna see how sweet I can be?â he asks softly, and you find your breath hitching as he leans even closer.Â
His lids drop slightly in preparation for the kiss, but you press a Sour Patch Kid treat to his lips instead, smiling innocently when he opens his eyes with a slow flutter.
âWhat was that for?â he whines slightly, and you raise your eyebrows.
âYou seemed like you wanted to taste something sweet.â you hum, and he frowns handsomely at you.
âYou know what I wanted.â he huffs, and you shrug, returning your attention to the movie.
âPay attention to the movie.âÂ
âIâd rather pay attention to you.â
âAnd as much as I love attention, Iâm trying to pay attention to the movie, which I am struggling to do with your repeated attempts to put the moves on me.â
âOh? Iâm distracting you?â he murmurs, a smug smile audible in his voice. âSorry, baby.â
âItâs okay, baby,â you say as he pops a piece of popcorn in his mouth, and he sucks in a sharp breath, promptly choking on the piece of popcorn and making you whip your head around to look at him in alarm.Â
He glowers at you as he recovers, your eyes bright with amusement once youâve assessed that heâs in no real danger. âThat was evil.â
âIâm evil.â
âThatâs hot.â
âHaechan?â
âYes, baby?â
You roll your eyes with a chuckle. âPay attention.â
âMaybe I could if you werenât flirting with me.â
âGet real, Haechan.â you snort.
âBaby, thereâs no one realer than me.â
âBaby,â you say, stressing the pet name, âpay attention and stop flirting with me before I stuff more popcorn down your throat.â
âDamn, thatâs kinda hot.â
âHaechan!â you whisper loudly, laughing in surprise and incredulity, and several voices shush you from around the theater.Â
âCanât help it; youâre kinda hot when youâre bossing me around.â he defends himself, and you roll your eyes.
âGet a hold of yourself.â you huff, and he frowns.
âIâd rather get a hold of you instead.â
âIâm sure. Too bad.â
âGod, youâre a tease.â he sighs dreamily, and you shoot him a funny look out of the corner of your eye.
âSure, if thatâs whatâll make you shut up.â
âI kinda love it.âÂ
âShut up before you get us kicked out!â you whisper insistently, your cheeks warming at his incessant flirting.
âMm, yes, maâam.â he groans, the sound so suggestive you whip your head around to look at him in surprise, scandalized. âI like when youâre bossy.â
âIâm ignoring you now.â
âYou can try.â
âI will succeed.â
âYouâre already failing,â he points out with a grin, and you scowl at him, pointedly looking forward at the screen without another word.
Even with the music filling the room and the numerous bodies in between you two, Haechanâs staring is getting harder and harder to ignore. His eyes bore into you from all the way across the room where he stands talking to Jeno and Mark, and itâs so intense itâs almost palpable, prompting you to meet his gaze with a raise of your eyebrows.
He grins, flicking his eyebrows upwards, and you chuckle, turning your attention back to Renjunâs rant about his neighbor.
â...and then he had the nerve to tell me to âkeep my music downâ as if heâs not up at the asscrack of dawn doing construction in his apartment!âÂ
âWhat a hypocrite,â you say with a grimace, and Renjun nods vigorously, relief written all over his face.
âIâm surprised you even heard any of that,â Jihyo remarks, raising an eyebrow at you as she sips at the straw sticking out of her drink.
You shoot her a puzzled look. âWhat do you mean?â
âWell, with all the eye-fucking you and Haechan keep doing, I figured you were a little preoccupied.â she comments, and you narrow your eyes.
âI donât know what youâre talking about.â you lie, turning your nose up with a sniff.
âOh, I think you know exactly what Iâm talking about. Donât lie to me.â she says with a playfully stern look. âNow, whatâs going on with you and Haechan?â
âYeah, what is going on with you and Haechan?â Renjun asks curiously, leaning forward in anticipation to hear you better.
âNothing!â you say defensively, and Jihyo arches an eyebrow.
âOh, yeah? Then why is he coming over here?â she asks with a knowing smile that only grows when you subconsciously fix your hair as, sure enough, Haechan approaches, eyes on you the whole time. âHi, Haechan.â
âHey,â he replies distractedly, tilting his head to the side as he regards you. âHi,â he says to you, his lips quirking up into a smile.
âHi,â you answer, mirroring his expression.
Thereâs a beat of silence before Renjun speaks. ââHi, Renjun. How was your day? I totally see you standing to my right, and Iâm definitely not ignoring you like a piece of lintâââ
âHi, Renjun.â Haechan says with a laugh, and Renjun glowers at him, muttering something under his breath about going where heâs appreciated before stalking off, presumably to subject another one of your friends to his tirade about his neighbor. âYou having fun?â he asks you, and you nod, prompting him to smile widely and puff out his chest slightly before saying, âMore now that Iâm here, right?â
âSure, Haechan,â you reply with a small laugh, and Jihyo just raises her brows at both of you.
âIâm gonna go find Jiwoo,â she says, shooting you in particular a secretive smile before disappearing into the crowd of people.
Haechan immediately steps into the space she occupied, now much closer to you, and his smile widens even more before he speaks, murmuring, âI like your top. You look so good tonight, but Iâm sure you knew that.â
âI did,â you confirm, and he snorts. âBut thank you. You look good, too.â
âOh, yeah? Weâre kind of matching.â he points out, gesturing to your black lace up top and his dark gray Nirvana t-shirt.Â
âAre we? Thatâs gray.â you reply with a growing smile.
âDark gray and black are practically the same color.â
âBut are they actually the same color? No.âÂ
âWhy are you being difficult?â he says with narrowed eyes, and you shrug.
âItâs my specialty.â you answer with a beguiling smile, and he rolls his eyes, an amused smile tugging at the corners of his lips even as he feigns exasperation.
âAnyway,â he stresses the word, shifting the conversation. âDo you wanna get some fresh air with me?â
âMm, not really; itâs kinda cold outside.â you say with a small pout.
âYou can wear my jacket,â he offers, and you pause, thinking about it.
âMaybe later. For now, do you wanna come with me to the kitchen? I want a snack.â you ask, and he smiles at the invitation before nodding.
âLead the way, baby.â he coos, and you roll your eyes with a smile as you do just that, reaching back to link pinkies with him.
âSo we donât get separated,â you explain.
He beams. âGood idea.âÂ
You two make your way through the throng of bodies and into the kitchen, where you promptly start raiding the cabinets.
âI love Jeno and Jaemin to death, but their snack selection is shit.â you huff in disappointment, turning back to Haechan to see that heâs propped himself up against the kitchen counter, watching you with amusement and intrigue.
âJeno went on a snack purge the other day,â he reminds you. âSaid something about overly processed foods and saturated fats.â
âWell, sorry if I like my foods overly processed and my fats saturated.â you gripe, and Haechan laughs, pushing off the counter to walk over to you.Â
âI think they have fruit in the fridge,â he says, leaning into your space to open the refrigerator door. He pauses before he pulls back, eyes trained on your lips and his own lips part in a soft sigh, tongue poking out to wet them.Â
âThe snacks?â you remind him with a growing smile, unable to resist glancing at his very tempting mouth.
âIâm looking at one,â he breathes, and you burst out laughing, pushing him back gently.
âThat was very cheesy.â you giggle, and he shrugs shamelessly.
âIt made you laugh, so I consider it a win.â he says with a soft, fond smile.Â
Your cheeks flare with warmth, not used to the gentleness and sincerity in his eyes, and divert your attention to the now open fridge, picking out a container of grapes that you hope are washed as you pop one into your mouth and chew. The burst of sweetness is very welcome on your tongue, and you lean back onto the fridge, closing your eyes in bliss.
âBetter?â he chuckles, and you nod.
âWant one?â you say, offering him a grape, and he nods, leaning in to eat it from your fingers. Before he pulls back, he looks at you with heavy-lidded eyes, his sultry gaze too much for you at the moment and making you return your attention to the container of grapes with an urgency that doesnât go unnoticed by Haechan.Â
âCute.â he murmurs softly, and you huff, trying (and failing) to hide your budding smile at the compliment.
âIâm gonna go to the bathroom.â you say, carefully extracting yourself from the small space heâs got you cornered in.Â
His eyes twinkle with amusement as he raises his eyebrows suggestively. âWas that an invitation?â
âIt most certainly was not.â
âAw, man. Next time?â he asks hopefully, and you snort.
âDonât count on it.â
You do your best to hold your breath as you make your way through the hallway, stopping by the window for a moment before sticking your head out and breathing in the fresh air gratefully. After a moment of relief, you decide to open the window wider, climbing out and sitting on the windowsill, feet carefully resting on the fire escape attached to the side of the building.
Itâs quieter over here, you note, pleased with your newfound situation as you scroll through your phone. Sure enough, when you open Instagram and tap on Jenoâs story, you see two boomerangs; one of him and his friends sitting in a circle around his bong, and one of him blowing smoke out of his mouth.
You tap the heart for both posts before footsteps pull your attention away from your phone, making you turn your head to see the newcomer.Â
Haechan stops about a foot away from the window, leaning against the wall. âI thought Iâd find you out here. Thought you said it was too cold?â
âIt is, actually, but this air doesnât reek of weed.â you explain, and he nods in understanding.
âMind if I join you?â
You wordlessly scoot over to make room for him, and he smiles, climbing out and sitting beside you. The side of your leg presses against his as he makes himself comfortable, but you donât really want to move it.Â
So you donât, and you just silently appreciate the warmth radiating from his body as he shrugs off his jacket and drapes it over your shoulders.Â
âThank you,â you say sincerely, and he smiles at you, nodding.
âThe city looks so pretty like this,â Haechan sighs, and you direct your gaze straight ahead of you, taking in all of the city lights in the nearby buildings and the bridges in the distance. âItâs almost as pretty as you,â he says, nudging you with a cheeky grin, and you exhale through your nose in amusement.
âIt is pretty,â you agree. âSomeoneâs feeling flirtatious, I see.â
âCan you blame me? You show up tonight looking as good as you do and expect me not to want to be all over you?â he snorts, and you raise your eyebrows, slightly surprised by how forward heâs being.
ââAll over me?ââ you repeat, and he nods, looking you directly in the eyes. âLike⌠all over me?â
âYou interpret it however you want to, baby.â
âYouâre gonna have to stop calling me âbaby,â by the way; itâs starting to confuse me.â you tell him, and he raises an eyebrow.
âHow so?â
âI think I kinda like it,â you confess, and his gaze drops to your lips instantly, his tongue peeking out to wet his lips.Â
âOh, really?â he murmurs suggestively, running one finger around one of the rips on the thigh of your jeans, and he chuckles softly as you shiver slightly, goosebumps raising on your arms. âCold?â
âSomething like that.â you reply evasively, and he snorts, his smile widening.
âBack to what you were saying⌠about liking when I call you âbaby,ââ he quickly returns to the previous topic, and you roll your eyes slightly in amusement. âWhatâs so wrong with that?â
âFriends donât typically call each other âbaby.ââ you point out, and he shrugs.
âMaybe we can be special friends.â
âOh, yeah? Special how?â
âMaybe we call each other cute names⌠touch a little bit⌠kiss a little bitâŚâ he trails off, and you look over to see that heâs watching your lips again, a small grin on his lips.
âMm, that could get messy though.â you murmur, and he gazes at you, longing openly written all over his handsome features.
âLife is messy.â he points out.
âThis doesn't have to be.â you reply, gesturing between the two of you. Haechan links his fingers with yours and sets your linked hands on top of your touching thighs, rubbing his thumb over the back of your hand. âThat feels nice,â you sigh, leaning against him slightly.
âI bet I could make you feel even nicer.â he muses suggestively, and you snicker.
âWonât lie and say Iâm not a little curious.â you admit, and he sucks in a sharp breath of surprise.
âDonât tempt me,â he murmurs. âI donât particularly feel like holding back right now.â
âOh, is that what you usually do?â you reply, speaking as soft and low as he just did.
He nods. âYou always tempt me, actuallyâIâm just not feeling like beating around the bush right now.â
You raise your eyebrows in surprise andâyou wonât lieâintrigue. âAnd whatâs making you feel like that right now?â
âA number of things,â he replies. âHow unbelievably good you look tonight, the way I can see the goosebumps on your skin when I touch you, and,â his voice gets even softer but carries an urgency you donât believe youâve heard from him before, âthe way youâre looking at me.â
âAnd how am I looking at you?â you question, tilting your head to the side curiously.
âThe same way Iâm always looking at you.â he answers, and you donât need him to elaborate.
âSo if thatâs all true,â you muse, regarding him carefully, âthen why arenât you doing anything about it?â
âI like what we have,â he says in reply, and you smile. âWouldnât want to ruin it.â
âAnd what if I said I kind of want you to ruin it?â Your words are quieter than ever, tentative even, but by the way the fire in Haechanâs eyes intensifies, you know he heard you all the same.
âWhat did I just say about tempting me?â
âIt wasnât a temptation,â you say carefully. âIt was an invitation.â
He sucks in a sharp breath. âYou know, Iâve never been one to ignore my urges before,â he admits. âIf I want something, I get it.â
âOh, yeah?â You canât even try to hide the arousal building in you as you watch his lips with uninhibited longing.
âYeah.â His gaze matches yours, unbridled desire swimming in his eyes as he slowly leans in, and you find yourself mirroring him, the two of you moving painfully slowly as you get closer and closer.
âAnd what is it that you want right now?â you ask, voice barely above a whisper.
âI bet you can guess,â he murmurs as his lips brush the corner of your mouth.
âGive me a hint.â you reply, and he grins, turning your face towards him gently and bringing his lips to yours.Â
It starts slowly, his lips gently moving with yours, before he pulls back ever so slightly, your eyes opening to see him watching you carefully.
âGood?â he murmurs.
âGood,â you confirm, and he smiles before leaning back in to close the gap between your lips. This kiss is much less tentative, his lips parting to suck gently at your bottom lip, and when you whine softly, he pushes forward, reaching up to cup your cheek as he captures your lips with his over and over again, each kiss more dizzying than the last until his mouth is moving fervently against yours, his tongue tracing along your bottom lip before slipping into your mouth with a quiet groan.
Your hand finds its way to his thigh, and as soon as it makes contact, itâs like a switch flips in Haechan, his lips leaving yours to kiss the corner of your mouth, your cheek and along your jaw before finally settling comfortably on your neck, mouth kissing, sucking, and licking at your pulse point.
âHaechan,â you whimper, and he hums against your neck, but you can tell heâs not really listening. âHaechan,â you sing-song softly in another attempt to get his attention, but he just slips his hand under your thigh farthest from him, scooping your legs up and moving them to drape over his lap. âHaechan,â you whine urgently, and his kisses finally falter, the male pausing but not moving away from you as he waits for you to speak. âCan we go somewhere more private and⌠less chilly?âÂ
He pulls back, lips deliciously puffy from kissing, and nods with a dazed look in his eyes. âJaeminâs room?â
You donât even have it in you to be considerate of your friend, the lust clouding your mind and doing away with your judgment as you nod. He grins and ducks back into the apartment, helping you do the same before leading you to Jaeminâs room, never once letting go of your hand.Â
When you two get to Jaeminâs room, youâve barely cleared the doorway before Haechan shuts the door and pushes you up against it, kissing you ardently and clutching your waist to drag you closer to him. He nips at your bottom lip briefly before kissing down your neck and sliding his hands up to cup your breasts, squeezing them and looping his finger in the string tying your top together.Â
âWhy donât we take this off, hm?â he murmurs, slowly pulling the string with a growing grin as the bowâthe one Jiwoo so carefully tied for you earlier this eveningâcomes undone, leaving no resistance when Haechan pulls your top over your head.
He eagerly returns to kissing you, hands groping at your chest as he traces circles around your slowly hardening nipples. He pulls back from the kiss slightly and moves like heâs about to kiss down your neck, only to whine and bring you back in for another kiss, panting against your lips, âI wish I had more mouths.â
âYou what?â you say, bursting into giggles so strong that you can barely manage to kiss him back, and he joins you in your laughter.
âStop, Iâm being serious!âÂ
âI knowâI think thatâs why itâs so funny,â you say through your laughter, and he growls in lighthearted frustration before whirling you around and all but shoving you onto the bed. You squeal in surprise, giggling still as you bounce on the bed, and he rolls his eyes, climbing on top of you. âWhat kind of eldritch horror are you thinking of becoming? Like how many mouths and where?â
âCan we justâforget I said that?â Haechan whines, and you shake your head with a gleeful giggle.Â
âI donât wanna,â you say with a pout, wrapping your legs around his waist, and he groans in exasperation. âIâm kind of a monsterfucker, so you saying that really got me going.â
âYouâre joking.âÂ
âDo I look like Iâm joking?â you ask, looking up at him, and he slowly shakes his headâwhether itâs in disagreement or in disbelief, youâre not sure, but when his lips start trailing down to your collarbone, youâre not entirely sure it matters anymore.
âIâd want mouths on the palms of my hands,â he grunts, cupping your breasts again through your bra, âso I can kiss you and suck your tits at the same time.â Before you can respond, his wet, swollen lips fall to your chest, tongue trailing all over your exposed skin before heâs tugging the cup of your bra down and taking your nipple into his mouth.
A whimper escapes you, spurring Haechan on further, and he wraps one arm around you, pressing between your shoulder blades to bring your chest closer to his mouth. His tongue is warm and wet as it flicks at your nipple, Haechan groaning as he swirls it around and around your stiffened bud.Â
âYou have no idea how long Iâve wanted this,â he mumbles around his mouthful of your breast, and his other hand trails down your body to settle between your legs, Haechan delivering two gentle pats to your inner thighs in a wordless request for you to spread them. When you oblige, he smiles around your nipple before wetly licking and sucking his way from one breast to the other. His fingers quickly and deftly unbutton your jeans, barely yanking them down before his hand slips into your pants, stroking along the seat of your underwear, pressing down harder when you whine.
âHaechan, please,â you moan, running your fingers through his hair and tugging gently when you reach the ends.Â
âMm, what is it, pretty? What do you want?â he teases with a quiet laugh, looking up at you as he pushes your underwear aside and trails two fingers up your slick folds, hissing in delight. âIs this what you want?â he asks, dipping his fingers into your entrance slightly and relishing the groan of frustration you let out.
âYes,â you moan, tugging his hair a bit harder in retaliation for his teasing.
Finally giving into your demands, he pushes his middle and ring finger into your core, lapping at your nipple as you whimper loudly in relief. âShh, shh, shhâI know, baby, I know.â he soothes you in a hushed murmur, slowly starting to pull his fingers out before pushing them in deeper.
âFeels good,â you exhale shakily, and he coos in understanding.
âItâll feel even better in a second,â he promises, starting to move his fingers in and out of you. âJust gotta open you up first.â He releases your nipple, giving it one last lick before moving back up to hover above your face, gazing down at your pleasure-filled expression in wonder before heâs leaning down to kiss you, silencing your cries of pleasure as he starts to twist and scissor his fingers inside of you. âFuck, baby, youâre so wet. All this for me? Hm?â
âNo, itâs for Renjun,â you huff sarcastically, breaking the kiss momentarily to glower at him. âOf course itâs for you, dummy.âÂ
He narrows his eyes at you. âThere is a time and place for your sass, and itâs not when my fingers are literally inside of you. Besides,â he says, curling his fingers inside of you and making you gasp in pleasure, âwhy would you be mean when Iâm making you feel so good, hm?â
âS-Sorry,â you stammer as his curled fingers massage at your inner walls in search of your g-spot, which he finds quickly, eliciting a sharp whimper from you as you clench around his fingers. âItâs all for you,â you confirm breathlessly, and he grins before kissing you again.
âGood girl. Youâre gonna have to make it up to me, though.â he murmurs against your lips, and you pout, prompting him to coo fondly and kiss you again. âEven with that cute little pout.â
âI said sorry,â you complain, and he shrugs, fingers quickening their pace inside of you.
âIâm sensitive.â he replies simply, kissing down to your neck and sucking and biting at various spots until youâre sure there are marks blooming all over your skin. âItâs okay, thoughâI know how you can make it up to me.â
âHâHow?â you ask warily, voice catching as the pleasure builds inside of you, his repeated stimulation of your g-spot bringing you closer and closer to climax as your insides tighten in anticipation.
âCum for me?â he grunts, and you canât tell if itâs a request or a stated demand, but you nod, breath hitching and your cries escalating in pitch as you start to do just that, your climax washing over you as your abdomen tenses repeatedly, your body curling in on itself as much as possible given that Haechanâs practically pinning you in place.
âThatâs it, baby,â he purrs, coaxing more of your climax out as he keeps fucking you with his fingers, milking your orgasm for everything he can get, your entrance drooling clear evidence of your arousal all over his fingers and into the seat of your underwear. âMaking such a pretty little mess for me,â he breathes, kissing you again as his fingers urge the last convulsions of your climax out of you.
Youâve barely recovered before your hands reach for his pants, fingers clumsily unbuckling his belt, undoing his button, and yanking down his zipper. He chuckles fondly and pushes them down to his knees, your eyes locking in on the imprint of his length in his boxers as he palms himself through his underwear.
âYou like what you see?â he teases, and you furrow your brows.
âYour underwearâs in the way.â you grouch, and his eyes brighten with amusement, thumbs hooking into his boxers and pulling down until his length springs free. âMuch better,â you hum, pleased as you rest your head down on Jaeminâs pillow.
âLook so pretty laying like that.â he grunts as he slowly fucks his fist. âWish I could take a picture and keep it forever.â
âIâm only going to say this once, so listen carefully.â you say, and he raises a brow expectantly. âPlease fuck me.â
The brightness in his eyes remains, but now thereâs a heavier, darker edge to his gaze as he leans over you, lips teasing yours apart.
âDid you just beg for me?â he coos tauntingly, and you sigh.
âI did not beg. I asked nicely.â
âSure, baby. Iâll give you what you want,â he promises, lining the head of his cock up with your entrance and slowly pushing into you, making your breath catch in your throat. He exhales deeply and dips his head down to your neck, latching onto your skin and sucking as he starts to drag his length out and back in, building a teasingly slow rhythm.Â
âSo full,â you gasp, and he chuckles, kissing up your neck to your lips.Â
âYou feel so good, pretty girl. Tight little pussy keeps sucking my cock back in; you like this that much?â he coos, one hand groping your breast.Â
âDonât tease me,â you huff, and he grins widely.
âHow are you gonna stop me?â he counters smugly, choosing that moment to speed up the movements of his hips until the sound of skin slapping on skin fills the room, each thrust punctuated by a whimper from you. âYouâre not going to do anything about it; youâre just gonna lay here and take this dick nice and deep in your little pussy until you cum all over it.â
âFuck, Haechanââ you mumble, dazed by his thrusts and even more by his filthy language.
âYou love it, donât you?â he teases, capturing your lips in a filthy kiss where he plays with your tongue almost lazily.Â
âUh-huh,â you can barely manage to get out, and he hums in satisfaction.
âShow me how much you love it.â he urges, rolling his hips against yours sensually. When you start to move your hips against his, rocking up into his every thrust into you, he rewards you by sucking on your bottom lip and flicking your nipple back and forth with his thumb. âFuck, that feels so good, pretty girl, keep doing that.â
You fuck him back to the best of your ability, that familiar tightening sensation in your stomach alerting you to your impending climax. âHaechan, think Iâm gonna cumââ you warn him, and he nods, pinching your nipple just enough to make you squeal.Â
âCum, baby; wanna feel you clench around my cock.â he purrs, and your climax hits a moment later, a cry slipping from your lips as your back arches, your hand clutching his arm for something to ground yourself as your body curls in on itself involuntarily. âThatâs it, pretty girlâdoing such a good jobâsqueezing my cock so tight, baby, fuckââ
By the time your climax has passed, youâre still trembling slightly as aftershocks of pleasure travel through you with every thrust from Haechan, and youâre so wet you can hear his length moving in and out of you, hear your pussy sucking him back in as it hugs his length tightly, and heat rises to your face.
âMy turn, baby; think you can take my load?â he grunts, and you nod instantly, clenching around his length every time he bottoms out in you. âThatâs my good girl,â he coos fondly, his brows knitting together as he starts to release into you. âMilking me dry, baby, fuckââ he hisses, and you smile in satisfaction as he shudders, lowering himself to kiss you as he fucks the last bit of his cum into you.
Finally, when his length stops throbbing inside of you, he pulls out and lies down next to you, both of you breathing heavily.
âHey,â he says, turning his head to face you.
âHi,â you reply with a smile, and his lips curl into a matching smile.
âYou okay?â he asks gently, and you nod.
âBetter than okay.â you assure him, and he sighs, relieved. A thought comes to your mind and you nudge his leg with your knee. âHey.â
âHi?â he answers curiously, and you roll onto your side, propping yourself up on your elbow.
âIf you had multiple mouthsââ
âPlease let it go, it was sillyââ he interjects with a half-chuckle, half-groan.
âI like silly!â you counter, and he looks over at you skeptically, his features relaxing when he reads the sincerity in your face. âIf you had multiple mouths, would you have them anywhere besides your hands?â
He thinks about it for a moment before he nods. âIâd have one on each thigh⌠so while Iâm kissing you, I can grope your tits with my hand-mouths and have you sit on my thigh so I can eat you out, too.â
You shudder slightly, and he raises an eyebrow. âSorry, I got a little excited.â
âYouâre joking⌠damn, youâre kinkier than I thought. Thatâs hot,â he grunts appreciatively.Â
âI think we should get up before Jaemin comes in here and chops our heads off.â you say suddenly as the reminder that this is not somewhere you want to be caught fucking dawns on you.
âYouâre so right,â he agrees, sitting up and helping you off of the bed. You both hurriedly redress, Haechan stumbling as he pulls his pants up and making you both giggle. âReady?â he says finally, fully redressed.
You ruffle his hair, messing with it until itâs back in place, and hold the strings to your top out to Haechan. âTie it for me?â
He smiles fondly and steps closer, tying a cute bow into your top and leaning back to inspect his handiwork. âYouâre good, baby.â
âThanks,â you say sincerely, opening the door and heading back to the party. You two give each other a knowing look before you enter the living room and go your separate ways, Haechan heading for Jeno and Renjun while you head for Jiwoo and Jihyo. âBoo!â you say from behind them, and Jiwoo whirls around, clutching her chest.
âShit!â she exclaims. âDonât do that!â
âSorry,â you reply without a hint of remorse.Â
âWhereâd you go?â Jihyo asks curiously.Â
âI was on the fire escape,â you explain, deciding to tell a half-truth. âI didnât want to smell Jenoâs weed.â
âAh, fair.â she answers with a nod.Â
âHey, your bow is different.â Jiwoo points out, pointing at the bow on your shirt that Haechan tied. âDid you take your top off or something?â she snorts, amused with her little joke, but Jihyo looks over at you carefully, shrewd gaze scanning your body for anything else out of place.
âNo, I just had to re-tie it because one of the strings got caught on one of the screws on the fire escape and it looked all wonky,â you lie, and Jiwoo nods in understanding.Â
âCopy that. Well, Iâm hungry; wanna go raid their fridge?â she offers, and you start to nod, but you freeze when you feel something drip out of your core.Â
âI am totally in, but I have to use the bathroom first.â you say, clasping your hands together in a pleading gesture. âWait for me?â
Jihyoâs still staring at you like sheâs silently interrogating you, and you wonât lie and say youâre not unnerved. âEarth to Jihyo?â
She blinks slowly before focusing her gaze on you once more, eyes now softer and less scrutinizing. âSorry, I was just⌠thinking. Yeah, weâll wait for you.â
âCool,â you say, relieved, before making your way to the bathroom to clean yourself up. You make quick work of peeing and sorting yourself out, washing your hands and drying them before heading back to the living room where Jihyo and Jiwoo and, to your surprise, Haechan stand. âIâm back!â you chirp before looking over at Haechan. âYou werenât here a minute ago.â
âJeno and Renjun started bickering about something, so I left.â he replies with a shrug. âYou donât mind if I join you guys, right?â he shoots you a knowing look with a secretive smile, and it takes everything in you not to start giggling like a schoolgirl.Â
âI guess you can,â you say nonchalantly, and he beams at you.
âGreat! Where are we going?â he asks curiously, and you point towards the kitchen.
âTo find snacks!â Jiwoo says eagerly, and you all walk to the kitchen, you and Haechan starting to fall to the back of the line until heâs side by side with you.
âYou already said their snack selection was garbage,â he remarks, confused, and you shush him.
âYeah, but Iâm not getting a snack; Jiwoo is. So weâll let her figure that out for herself,â you explain, and he nods in understanding.
âI see,â he hums thoughtfully. âWell⌠did you tell them? About earlierââ
âNo,â you answer, and he sighs in relief. âDonât worry, itâs our little secret.â
âCopy that,â he chuckles, fingers brushing against yours before they intertwine and he squeezes your fingers gently. When you look down at your linked hands and back up at him, he smiles cheekily. âSo we donât get separated,â he says with an upwards flick of his eyebrows.
You roll your eyes but pull him forward, finally entering the kitchen in time to see a cranky Jiwoo.
âTheir snack selection is ass. What am I, a rabbit?â she laments, and you smile in amusement.
âTheyâre great at house parties, bad at refreshments.â Haechan says, and Jihyo looks over at you two before her gaze drops down to your linked hands, an eyebrow raising in suspicion.
You carefully and casually let go of Haechanâs hand by running your fingers through your hair, and Haechan fixes his mouth to complain before he looks in Jihyoâs direction and seems to understand, relaxing slightly.
Between Haechanâs need for attention, your inexplicably magnetic attraction to each other, and Jihyoâs deeply suspicious and perceptive gaze, you know you have quite a night ahead of you.
The following morning finds you back at home sitting at the kitchen island, scrolling through your phone and checking your engagement before a text banner notification drops down from the top of your screen.
haechan [10:08am] good morning ���� did you miss me? you [10:10am] sorryâŚâŚwhoâs this? haechan [10:11am] youâve GOT to be joking đ you [10:13am] i very much am đ good morning haechan âď¸ haechan [10:15am] donât play with me like that i almost crashed out haechan [10:15am] can i come over? i have a question for you you [10:16am] haechan what are we doing rn haechan [10:17am] âŚ.talking? you [10:17am] right⌠and would you consider talking a synonym for âhaving a conversationâ or no? haechan [10:18am] âŚâŚâŚ.yesâŚâŚâŚ.. is this a trick question you [10:20am] so if weâre already having a conversation, by your definitionâŚ.. why, pray tell, canât you just ask me NOW 𤨠haechan [10:22am] *Message sent with Invisible Ink* maybe i just wanted a reason to see you âšď¸ you [10:24am] oh⌠well thatâs cute actually haechan liked your message âoh⌠well thatâs cute actuallyâ haechan [10:25am] awesomeâŚâŚ so can i come over? đ you [10:26am] ofc you can đ haechan [10:27am] great can you let me in đ
You tilt your head, confused by his message, but a knock on your door makes you practically jump out of your seat. You make your way to the front door and look through the peephole, barking out an abrupt laugh when you see Haechan sporting a cheesy grin on the other side of the door.
âYou are insane,â you laugh as you open the door for him, inviting him inside. He enters, still sporting the playful smile, and shuts the door behind himself.
âIn, like, a cute, hot, sexy way, though, right?â he asks hopefully, and you roll your eyes with a smile before shrugging and nodding, watching as relief floods his features.
âYour question?â you ask, getting straight to the point, and he visibly balks, the normally shameless Haechan becoming quiet and shifty. âHaechan?â you call his name with a tinge of worry in your voice.
âDid you have a good time last night?â he asks, and you raise your eyebrows.
âThatâs your question?â you question, in disbelief.
âIâm building to it,â he explains. âNow: did you have a good time last night?â he repeats, and you blink at him impassively before sighing in slight defeat.
âI did,â you answer, not sure if he meant the party or⌠well, the sex⌠but you had a good time regardless of which he meant. âDid you?â
âI had an amazing time.â he says sincerely.
âGreat,â you reply, just as sincerely. A small silence passes before your impatience gets ahold of you. âHaechanâŚâ
âYes?â he responds, nervousness creeping into his voice.
âYour question?â
âRight,â he mutters, clearing his throat as he prepares to speak. Meanwhile, you move to sit back down in your chair, swiveling around in the seat as you wait for his question. âUmâlookâI really enjoyed last night. It was amazing, actually, andâIâm talking about the sex, by the way.â he stammers, his sudden clarification at the end making you giggle, regarding him fondly.Â
âI figured, yes.â you assure him, and he nods, somewhat relieved. âGo on,â you urge him gently, and he swallows visibly.
âI would love to, um⌠do that again⌠but I donât know if Iâm ready for a relationship right now. Iâm still getting used to juggling my job and my social life, and I really donât want to fuck up our friendshipââ
âAnd you want to be friends with benefits,â you finish for him, and he pauses, body tense as he rapidly tries to read your reaction.
â...Yes?âÂ
âOkay,â you agree, and he just about crumples with relief, leaning against the kitchen island for support. âIâm down. But if we donât want it to ruin our friendship or the friend group, maybe we shouldnât tell them?â
âI was thinking the same thing,â he sighs, significantly more relaxed than he was a moment ago. âPlus, it could be kinda fun, yâknow? Us⌠sneaking around⌠togetherâŚâ he says, gesturing between the two of you with a suggestive wiggle of his brows.
âI couldnât agree more.â you say sweetly, and he beams at you, all traces of his earlier nerves gone. âDo you think we should have some ground rules? So we donât complicate things?â
âSure, yeah,â he agrees instantly, and you smile, patting the chair next to you invitingly as you pull up the Notes app on your phone.
âSo we want sex with virtually no emotional connection, right?â you clarify, and he nods, his reaction a second too late to process as casual. Ignoring it politely, you continue on. âSo, maybe âno cuddlingâ should be a rule.â
âNo cuddling?â he laments, and you nod resolutely.
âCuddling encourages emotional intimacy.âÂ
âFine,â he sighs, frowning slightly. âCan I still hug you?â
âHugging and cuddling are⌠not the same thing, so yes.â you answer with a laugh as you type the first rule, and he smiles, chuckling lightheartedly.
âMaybe⌠we shouldnât spend the night after we have sex?â he suggests, and you nod, typing it into the note youâve made.
âIs this, like, exclusive?â you ask, gesturing between the two of you, and he tilts his head thoughtfully.
âI guess notâŚâ he says, an air of reluctance to his words that makes you pause and look at him carefully.
âHaechan, speak now or forever hold your peace.â you warn him, and he nods firmly.
âWe donât have to be exclusive if you donât want to be. Itâs up to you.â
âHow about we leave that part open-ended for now, but make the next rule âno jealousy?ââ you offer as you type in the next rule.
âOkay, that sounds good.â he says, nodding slowly in agreement. âNext rule?â
âUm, no romantic gestures? Like, no buying each other special gifts you wouldnât buy for another friend, no flowers, no making each other romantic playlistsâstuff like that.â you say, and he looks off into the distance pensively.
âWhat about pet names?â he asks warily, and you half-sigh, half-laugh.
âHaechan, I think you would pop a blood vessel if you had to restrain yourself from calling me pet names.â you state, and, eyes wide, he nods vigorously in agreement, making you laugh.
âItâs true!â he insists, and your laughter grows.
âI know! Thatâs why I said it,â you giggle as you type in the next rule, and he starts to chuckle before joining in on your laughter. âSo pet names are fine, butââ
âBut?â he asks hesitantly.
ââNo PDAâ should definitely be a rule.â you suggest. âItâd definitely blow our cover.â
âOkay⌠agreed.â Haechan says slowly, his subsequent nod more confident than his words.
You type in the new rule and sit back, regarding the list carefully. Haechan peers over your shoulder at your phone screen, his chin resting on your shoulder. âDoes this look good to you? Do you think weâre missing anything?â
âNo, I think itâs perfect,â he says, sounding sure of himself, and thatâs enough to comfort you.
âWell, great!â you say, taking a screenshot of the list and texting it to him. His phone pings on the kitchen table with your incoming text, and he looks at it briefly before tucking it into his pocket. You rise to your feet, Haechan straightening back up as you stand, and turn to face him, extending your hand. âWanna shake on it?â
He takes your hand with a small smile, lips quirked up in amusement before he looks up at you and tugs gently, pulling you against his chest. âHonestly? Iâd rather kiss on it.â
You blink twice, stunned slightly by the sudden intimacy, but you nod. âWe can do that.â
He grins, tilting his head and nudging your nose with his gently. âGood,â he breathes before he kisses you. It doesnât take long for his hands to move, one hand cupping your jaw and the side of your neck while his other arm wraps itself around you, resting on the small of your back as he pulls you in close. His lips mold with yours so smoothly that itâs like youâve been doing this for a lifetime, but every nip and suck from him winds you up even more than you thought possible, making for a beautiful combination: all of the comfort, no stilted awkwardness, with all of the excitement.Â
When you two finally break apart, itâs for air, your hand gently resting on his chest, still clutching his shirtâyou donât even know when you started doing thatâas you both attempt to catch your breath.Â
âGood talk,â you pant, and he grins.
âGreat talk.â he agrees breathlessly. âI actually have to go home to work on a code for this new program weâre building, but Iâll see you? Hopefully before our trip to Fire Island with everyone else, but if not, then Iâll text you?â
âItâs kind of criminal that you have to do work on a Sunday when you have actual work days to work on stuff.â you say with a pout, releasing his shirt and gently smoothing out the small wrinkles you caused. âYeah, Iâll see you for the Fire Island trip.â
âI know.â he agrees with a frown. âAlasânot all of us can make it in life by being cute and likable.â he teases, and you shoot him an empty glare, making him laugh. âBut Iâll see you soon, pretty girl.â he says, thumb carefully brushing your cheek.
âOkay,â you hum, trying your best to avoid leaning into his touch and closing your eyes.
âLater,â he says, reluctantly releasing you and walking backwards to your front door until he bumps into the corner he has to go around, a sheepish chuckle escaping him as he waves once, turning and exiting your apartment after you wave back.
Now alone, you look at the list you two compiled, carefully reading over each word.
1. No cuddling. 2. No sleepovers after sex. 3. No jealousy. 4. No romantic gestures. 5. No PDA.
They seem like simple enough rules to follow; straightforward and to the point, carefully designed so you donât blur the lines too much between platonic and romantic.Â
But, given the way he embraced you earlier and the way you so badly wanted him to stay longer, you canât help but wonder if the lines were already blurred to begin with.
tada!!! i hope you enjoyed, and stay tuned for part two, coming out on wednesday, december 11th!
DONâT WANNA WAIT? parts two and three are currently posted on my patreon here :)
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Sexy Disasters With Feelings
âI fully support a name that screams sexy disasters with feelingsâ âKiki @jungkoode
Jungkook is your roommate. Did everyone tell you itâs a bad idea? Yeah. Did you still think you could handle it? Yep. So here you are, trying to keep your promise that 'youâll never fuck another fuckboy again.' Good luck with that.

a/n: So, my little idea turned into a drabble, which became a second-person POV piece, and has now evolved into a mini-series. I donât have everything written down (which is fucking scary), so I just post as I write. Because of that, I donât have a regular posting schedule. I also have no idea how many chapters this will be or exactly where Iâm going with it. So, bear with me.
warnings: the story isnât complete yet, please check the warnings of each chapter before reading. Cursing, drinking, unhealthy immature behavior. Male masturbation. Mention of female masturbation. Mention of sex.

do I wanna know
if this feeling flows both ways
Prologue; chapter 0 - thirsty.
The (thirst) trap has been set.
Prologue; chapter 0.5 - Lost (JK POV)
Was it weird of him to touch himself to the sound of his roommate fucking in the next room? Maybe.
Chapter 1 - Bad Decisions
âDeath by starvation; the unknown dangers of fuckboysâ
Chapter 2 - Shouldn't
Youâll go to grab breakfast, and heâll be like, âHey, remember the time I was balls deep inside of you?â
Chapter 3 - Damage Control
He looks like he already knows youâre going to say some bullshit.
Chapter 4 - Last Night
Teaser
âYou donât remember what happened?â

#Sexy Disasters With Feelings#SDWF#jungkook#jungkook x reader#jungkook fic#jungkook smut#youâve cat to be kitten me right meow
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MONSTER - Modern!Sukuna x Reader
When you meet a sexy, tattooed stranger in a club, you can't bring yourself to care that he looks like he might be bad for you. In fact, you wouldn't mind if he became the monster in your bed
Inspired by "Monster" by Lady Gaga. A while ago, someone sent me an ask about this song and Sukuna. I can't find the ask anymore, but I hope you will see this story! This is one of my favorite Sukuna songs, and I always feel so insane about him when I hear it. I wish he was the monster in my bed uwu đ¤ Modern!Sukuna x Reader (female). 3.5K words. 18+, smut, oral, rough sex, squirting, cumshot, mentions of alcohol. Minors don't interact. Divider @/benkeibear
You meet him in a club downtown. He's leaning casually against the bar, sipping his vodka, looking so sexy, with all those tattoos adorning his face and his body. He's dressed all in black with tight jeans and a sleeveless shirt to show off his gorgeous muscles. He is confident as hell. Arrogant even. But it makes him even more attractive to you. That smug, playful smirk on his tattooed face drives you crazy.
His face is beautiful, like an angel's, but you can tell that he is the opposite.
A bad boy. The type of guy your parents would tell you to stay away from because he is bad news. The type of guy your friends would fuck in the bathroom of the club because he is too irresistible to turn down, but they would never go for more because he surely brings all kinds of trouble into your life.
But none of that matters tonight. Not to you.
Not when he is so enticing, and there is this intense eye contact between the two of you that makes you feel light-headed. As if his eyes are full of a wordless promise.
You can't stop staring at him, giggling nervously at the way his gaze seems glued to you as you dance with your friends a few meters away. There's a look in his eyes that makes goosebumps rise on your arms. No one has ever looked at you that way. With such hunger in his pretty eyes. Like a powerful predator, a monster watching its prey.
It makes you shiver but, at the same time, you feel like an emptiness you have felt all your life seems to get replaced by something else. Something you have been missing and craving all your life. A kind of desire, a kind of want you have only read about in books or seen on TV screens. The kind of desire and attention you have been dreaming about but never thought would ever be directed your way.
But here he is. The sexiest guy you've ever seen. Like a devil, beautiful and seductive. As if someone overheard all your stupid little fantasies, all your nightly yearning, and manifested it into one person. You want him like you never wanted anything before.
Your friend says something to you, but you don't even hear her. All your focus is on him. And he smirks at you as he sets his empty glass on the bar counter, unashamedly looking deeply into your eyes, making your face feel so hot that you feel like you have a fever.
His eyes and his smirk seem to challenge you. Beckoning you to come over to him. Like a Venus flytrap, which sends out its seductive lure to attract its victims. And you are oh so willing to fall victim to this man.
You are so drawn to him, unable to stop yourself from dancing closer and closer. He cocks his head and raises an eyebrow, smirking that sexy, arrogant smirk again. A smirk that becomes wider when he lifts a large, tattooed hand and makes a beckoning gesture with his index finger. There's black nail polish on his nails, you notice, and small tattoos and rings on each finger.
You slip out of your friend's arms and take the last remaining steps toward the handsome devil who's been calling for you all evening. He is so tall that you have to tilt your head to look at his tattooed face. You are met with that arrogant, knowing smirk again. He looks good enough to eat, but you are sure that if anyone devours the other, it will surely be him who sinks his teeth into you.
He exudes confidence and danger, but you want him so bad, and you don't have the willpower to push him away when he puts a large hand on your waist and grinds against you in rhythm with the new song that is playing.
He looks intimidating with his tall height and broad shoulders and all those tattoos and piercings. But somehow everything feels so easy with him. He takes your hand in his much larger one and pulls you closer, drags you into his world, so all you see, feel, and know is him.
And he feels so good against you. Firm and strong, and smelling so good that it makes you bite your lips as you look up at him, trapped in the intense gaze out of those beautiful maroon eyes that almost glow red in the neon lighting of the club.
The bass is thumping loudly, making the whole club vibrate, sending a delicious feeling through your body. Or maybe it's because of the boy in front of you. Because of the way his large hands wander over your body.
His lips claim yours after just a few minutes, kissing you feverishly like you've never been kissed before. He grabs your chin, his thumb brushes over your lips, pulling down your lower lip, and then his tongue licks over your lips, hot and wet and so enticing that it makes you moan.
His kiss is savage. He licks deeply into your mouth, making your head spin as you feel his large, calloused hand cup your chin and tilt your head back, claiming you.
He has a tongue piercing. It feels amazing in your mouth, when he lets the small metal ball glide over your tongue with every deep kiss. It's arousing. It makes you get bolder and run your hands hungrily all over his tall, buff body, feeling him up, feeling all those firm muscles under your fingers, making you wish this dance will never end and you can just keep your hands on him forever.
The fact that he is so tall that you have to get on your tiptoes to even be able to kiss him makes it even hotter somehow. And his hand is on your chin, holding you in place, a long finger caressing your jaw, making you open your mouth even further for him, wanting more of him, wanting to give him more of you. And he takes it. He takes everything you offer him, and maybe even more than that.
Maybe he takes a part of your soul that night. But you don't care. At this point, if he told you he is a monster, a demon, or the devil himself, you wouldn't run, but instead sign over your soul to him oh so willingly, just for one more kiss, just for one more touch.
It feels exciting to be with him. He takes control so naturally, and it feels so comforting somehow as if you can finally let go of everything that has been worrying you. Nothing matters anymore apart from him, apart from this sexy stranger and his skilled tongue in your throat.
At some point, you shout over the music, asking him for his name, and he grins at you and leans down, teasingly licking the sweat off your neck, letting the metal ball of his tongue piercing glide over your sensitive skin before he bites your earlobe and murmurs in your ear,
"Sukuna."
He doesn't ask for your name. Maybe he doesn't care. Or maybe he doesn't need your real name because he already picked a name for you,
"Come closer, princess."
His voice is a low, velvety caress that sends shivers down your spine. Another light bite, his teeth gracing your earlobe, his lips spreading in a smile against your heated skin. No, you don't need him to know your name. You are quite happy with being his princess.
Somehow, it makes things even more exciting, even more forbidden. You are just two strangers dancing and making out in a club, and Sukuna's kisses and body feel so good, and that's really all you need to know.
His tall, firm body is pressed tightly against yours, grinding slowly against you. His large hands wander over your body, wrapping around your waist, his thumbs dipping lower, even in the middle of the dancefloor, teasing you, making shivers run through you. And his breath is so hot on your skin when he whispers in your ear. Nasty promises of what he will do to you.
Sukuna is a monster. He knows exactly what he's doing. He knows exactly how sexy he is and how crazy he drives you with everything he says and does.
He asks you to leave with him, smirking that sexy smirk that has you all crazy for him, and before you can even think twice, you already nod and smile up at his tattooed face.
Usually, you don't go home with strangers. Usually, you don't take any risks. Usually, you are always too scared to enjoy life to the fullest. But tonight, something is different. Or maybe it's not the night that is different, but the boy in front of you.
Sukuna pulls you along toward the exit while your heart beats so fast that you feel light-headed from it. This is the craziest thing you have ever done. It's exciting and scary, but you want it so badly. You want him so badly.
You stumble out of the club behind Sukuna, your hand in his, laughing, feeling so exhilarated, almost high, even though you didn't take any drugs. It's just the effect he has on you. He makes you feel so free, so invincible. As if this whole city belongs to you. As if he is laying it at your feet with the way he looks at you when he turns to grin at you.
"Let's go to your place, princess. Or do you want me to fuck you right here in the back alley?"
You shiver, not sure if all of it is from the chilly night air and the light rain coming down or also from the adrenaline buzzing in your veins. Sukuna's words make everything more real, and your head is spinning, but you refuse to let your fear win. You have never wanted anything so bad as you want this night with Sukuna.
Your face feels hot when you look up at him and tell him,
"We can go to my place."
You have to avert your eyes a split second later, too shy to keep looking into those smoldering maroon eyes after he announced he will fuck you.
Sukuna's low laugh fills the dingy back alley. He puts an arm around you and pulls you flush against his side as he leads you out of the dark back alley and into the glittering lights and the streets filled with a nameless crowd.
You have never done this before. Your mom always warned you about leaving with a stranger. But you feel like you will never forgive yourself if you let this chance pass.
And a little voice in the back of your mind whispers that maybe you won't even mind if Sukuna turns out to be a real monster. You want him to devour you. You are tired of always holding back, of always being the good girl, of always playing it safe. You want to let go for once. You want to experience all the things you have missed out on until now. Even if it means the monster will eat you alive.
And so you smile up at Sukuna as your heart thunders excitedly in your chest, and your small hands grab his tightly, telling him that you only live a few stops away from the club.
You sit on Sukuna's lap on the subway train, not caring about the other passengers, when Sukuna gives you nasty, open-mouthed French kisses that make you squirm needily on his muscular thighs. Your laugh comes out breathless, and you put a hand on his chest, clawing hungrily at his shirt, digging your nails impatiently into the defined muscles beneath it. You have never wanted any other boy in your bed this much.
You put your other hand on Sukuna's neck, fingers running over the short stubble of his undercut and into his soft pink hair, pulling firmly on it and pushing your body tightly against his, humming softly when your tits press against his pecs. This time, you are the one who claims his lips in another passionate kiss while Sukuna's low, amused laughter fills your senses.
Maybe what Sukuna shows you is that not only are you into monsters, but you are some kind of monster, too, driven by a dark desire, desperate and hungry for anything that Sukuna is willing to give you. Desperately craving his tongue in your mouth and his large, rough hands all over your skin. Craving his dick that's pressing hard against your thigh through his tight jeans.
He shoves you against the wall next to your front door, smirking against your lips while he kisses you deep and nasty while you try to find your key in your small handbag. Your heart hammers wildly in your chest when you slip inside the house, taking Sukuna's hand and tugging him along and up the staircase.
No going back.
He tears your clothes right off the moment you step into your apartment, making your pulse flutter when you are standing in front of him completely naked while he is still fully dressed, and his burning gaze trails hungrily over your naked tits and pussy.
He licks his lips, a lopsided grin lifting one corner of his lips as he looks deeply into your eyes,
"You look good enough to eat, baby."
It sends an intense longing through you, making you moan and press your thighs together. Thighs that get pushed apart a moment later by Sukuna's rough hands when he throws you onto your bed, exposing your embarrassingly wet pussy to his smug gaze.
You are in a daze, heart racing, moaning breathlessly when Sukuna buries his handsome face between your legs, kissing and licking your pussy hungrily, teasing you with his tongue piercing, and sucking on your swollen clit in a way that makes you sob and squeal and tug needily on his soft pink hair.
He is unrelenting, holding you down even when your hips buck wildly. Sukuna devours you. Kisses and licks and fucks your pussy with his mouth and his tongue, filling the room with obscene wet noises that make your cheeks burn. He makes you cum twice on his tongue before he lets go of you, smirking lazily at you as he straightens up and pulls his shirt over his head.
You lose your mind all over again when you watch him undress, revealing his broad chest and defined abs and even more tattoos. You moan when his large hands unbuckle his belt and push down his pants.
He puts your hand on his bulge, laughing when he hears your sharp intake of breath when you feel the heat of his hard cock through his boxer briefs.
"Don't be shy, princess. You can touch anywhere you want."
But his laugh turns into a sexy low groan when you rub your face against his abs, trailing kisses down his sharp v-line while your nails scratch his muscular thighs.
You find the courage to pull down his underwear and your mouth instantly wraps around his cock, sucking hungrily on his gorgeous swollen mushroom head. You moan around it, wondering why you find such bliss in feeling Sukuna's dick in your mouth.
You feel high, looking up at Sukuna's face as you suckle lovingly on his swollen tip. Your eyes meet Sukuna's, and it's the most intense eye contact you have ever had with anyone. He smirks down at you, one large hand wrapping around the back of your head, long fingers caressing your hair oh so lightly, making you shiver deliciously.
You suck his thick cock devotedly, holding eye contact, feeling your spit run down your chin and your arousal run down your thighs, basking in the soft groans coming from Sukuna's parted lips.
But he stays in control the whole time. Only lets you suck his cock for a short while, pulling you off it before you can make him cum, pushing you back down onto the bed, but this time he follows you and covers you with his tall, heavy body.
Sukuna is the monster in your bed, who knows how to touch you to turn you into the biggest mess. Deep, hungry kisses and dirty words whispered against your skin. Warm lips suckling on your sensitive nipples and calloused fingers caressing your throbbing clit.
And finally, his hot, thick cock glides teasingly slow between your pussy lips, massaging your clit in a way that makes you moan his name shakily. He fucks you open just around that gorgeous thick mushroom head. In and out. In and out. Giving you just a taste, driving you crazy.
Sukuna truly is a monster. Someone who doesn't just take you but makes you beg for it. Makes you so wild for him that you sob his name and look at him with big pleading wet eyes, abandoning all shyness, begging him to fuck you for real, begging him for his heavy cock. Begging him to fuck your brains out.
When he finally fucks you, it's like you entered a dark paradise. Sukuna fucks you rough and deep, so good that your eyes roll back. You have never been dicked down like that. No other cock has ever made you act this way. Turning you into such a horny mess. Uninhibited, unrestrained, squealing loudly while the headboard of your bed bangs against the wall in rhythm with Sukuna's deep strokes.
It's almost feral how he fucks you, how his hips snap against you, and his lips and teeth mark you up, his large hands restraining your wrists, his low grunts and moans in your ear. Savage. But he never loses control. His dick makes you cry, every thrust so precise, so calculated, making your legs shake and heat coil deep inside you.
It almost feels too good. Sukuna rolls his hips, and he hits that spot inside you that makes you splutter embarrassedly, squirming beneath his heavy body, ashamed of the way your body is reacting, but Sukuna doesn't let you go. He doesn't slow down. He doesn't stop making you feel so fucking good. He doesn't stop until you squirt all over his cock with a loud cry of his name.
And he watches you with a smug smirk playing around his lips. He pulls out after you stop clenching around him, but only to smack his heavy cock against your swollen clit, laughing at the nasty, wet sound of it.
"So messy. Sweet little thing got so excited for me, huh? How cute."
He drives you crazy, makes you lose your mind with everything he does. You're not even able to feel embarrassed anymore when Sukuna kneels over you with those strong muscular tattooed thighs on each side of your body, one hand wrapped around his enormous cock, stroking it with fast, long strokes, while his other hand pushes between your legs, rubbing your clit, spreading your wetness all over it, having you on the brink of another orgasm only seconds later, moaning and whimpering his name as you look up at him with heavy-lidded eyes.
And Sukuna smirks down at you, licking his lips as he moans and tells you to keep looking at him,
"Open your mouth for me, princess. And stick your tongue out like a good girl."
You follow his every command, lost in the rush of the pleasure he is giving you, already feeling the familiar tightening deep inside you again as Sukuna toys with your clit while he jacks off unashamedly over your face.
Two long fingers get shoved into your twitching pussy, right when a low guttural moan escapes Sukuna's lips, and his warm, sticky cum shoots down on you, nutting heavily all over your face and tits, thick and milky. And you cum so hard on his fingers that you almost black out, screaming your soul out.
He silences your screams with another savage kiss, leaning down to cover your much smaller body with his. Your bodies are sweaty and sticky from Sukuna's cum, but you still pull him closer, craving him, wrapping your arms around him and sighing when he rests his weight on you and presses you down into the bed.
His lips claim yours again, kissing you deeply. He tastes addictive, like maraschino cherries and smoke, and somehow you know you will search for this taste all of the rest of your life, in every other person you kiss, but you will never find it again.
Maybe that is the true monstrous thing about Sukuna. He is the best, and everyone else you meet will never even come close to what he gave you.
And tonight, Sukuna is yours, and you can get as much of him as you want. And so you keep kissing him, and touching him, and letting him push his hard cock into you again, letting him fuck you another round, over and over again.
He stays the whole night, blessing you with more kisses and more sex, fucks you from behind, and bounces you on his thick cock until you start crying from the bliss of it.
Finally, he rolls over, grinning lazily at you before he slumps down half on top of you, falling asleep and trapping you under his heavy body, his face buried in your neck and one large hand sprawled over your tits possessively.
He leaves your bed in the morning with your marks on him, deep scratches on his broad back, and dark red hickeys all over his tattooed neck. And you know when you walk past a mirror, you will find the testament of your night spent with Sukuna on your body, too.
But Sukuna's mark isn't just physical. It's much deeper, and you fear you will never get rid of it again. That boy is really a monster, and he consumed you whole.
KUNA, PLEASE BE THE MONSTER IN MY BED!! đđ
I hope you enjoyed your wild night with Sukuna!! Thank you so much for reading, and thank you so much to the person who sent me the ask about this song.
Comments and reblogs would be sweet đ
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â temptation.â Â â elias âstackâ moore x black!fem oc


ooo. đđđđđđđ đđđđđđđđ⌠modern!au, tension, flirting, cunnilingus (cause every man in this movie is a muncher!) black!fem oc, explicit sexual content.
ooo. đđđđđđđđ⌠where a good girl falls into temptation after she meets elias âstackâ moore.
ooo. đđđđđđ đđđđđ⌠soooo i wanted to try something different and do a modern!au with stack. (smokeâs still my favorite twin. the real girlies get it!) but i wanted to challenge myself a bit here.. this idea honestly came out of nowhere. i opened a03 and just started typing and somewhere down the line it became a one shot with 5k+ words?? đ also just wanted to say tysm for all of the love on my other fics. smoke and annie are near and dear to my heart and iâm glad you guys enjoyed my interpretations/writings for them. just a fair warning, the girl in this is very unserious but who wouldnât be if you saw a vampire that looked like mbj! requests are open so send in something if youâd like â just keep in mind of my rules. anyway. likes, reblogs and comments are appreciated! âĄĚ
âheâs dangerous. if you had any common sense youâd stay away from him.â their words seemed portent at first; a precautionary warning that had her wary of him. she didnât know him but sheâs heard enough stories about him to know that he was feared by everyone. his reputation was something akin of their townâs own boogeyman or freddy kreuger â he was dangerous, menacing and someone to be fearful of.
cleo hadnât been in town long enough to know if his reputation superseded him or if the rumorâs held some weight of validity in them but her curiosity was piqued to meet the guy that had people hurriedly locking their doors when the sun went down and removing the welcome mats off of their front porches.
at first, she wondered if everyone in town had collectively decided to pull a prank on her as some sort of initiation or simply for their own amusement. because to her elias moore seemed more like a ghost than a vampire. she lurked outside after hours, even against their warnings â completely foolish and naive, but she never saw him around.
she doesnât know why she wants to see him so bad, maybe itâs because everyone else has and she feels strangely left out. or maybe itâs because she needs to see for herself if there was a world where mythical creatures existed outside of the cheesy television shows she used to watch and the books that she read. but much to her dismayed defeat, time continued on with her being the only one who had yet to meet the feared elias moore.
âwhat does he look like?â she asked, feigning innocence behind her curiosity that her best friend, naomi easily sees through and narrows a pointed glare at her. âwhat? i just want to know in case i see him around somewhere!â she murmurs with a halfhearted shrug. it didnât seem like an actual possibility with how she hadnât so far, but she didnât want naomi to know that she was willingly seeking him out.
naomi sighs, pursing her lips as she tapped her manicured fingers against her thigh. after a momentâs contemplation, she reveals: âiâve only seen him around a few times. he doesnât look like any of those sick looking vampire that you see on tv. heâs actuallyâŚfine.â at this, cleoâs eyebrows raise in amusement at her friendâs description. âhe has this look about him that makes you weak in the knees whenever he smiles at you. itâs effortlessly sexy and his eyes â just donât look in them too long cause youâre gonna find yourself wanting him to turn you into a vampire too just so you can spend the rest of eternity with him. iâm only telling you this because you asked, but donât go around asking anyone else about him. you donât want your daddy finding out about it.â
cleo nodded in agreement, but still found her mind wandering about him. she knows that naomiâs right, her overly religious father would have an aneurysm if heâd found out that she was asking questions about the townâs social pariah. but that didnât stop her from visualizing him through naomiâs description.
sheâs only ever heard of naomi speaking negatively about elias so for her to refer to him as fine despite her disliking of him had intrigued cleo. âyeah, youâre right. i was just curious but now i know.â
naomiâs pointed glare deepens, like she doesnât fully believe cleo. âgirlâŚstay away from him for your own good. trust me. i know another girl who was curious about him just like you are and she got turned.â cleo wonders if sheâs just saying that to scare her away, but surprisingly it doesnât.
âi hear you,â naomi hums in acknowledgment but thankfully doesnât reprimand her any further about her curiosity.
âŚ
sometimes cleo makes smart decisions.
when it came to school and her grades, everything was always calculated in her mind for her to choose the best possible outcome. she was annoying obsessive like that â always planning ahead, analyzing and assessing even the most mundane things that infiltrated her life. but other times, on seldom occasions, she makes not-so-smart decisions; oneâs that has her acting impulsively and deviating from her normally pristine behavior.
she was supposed to be going back to her dorm room to get ready for a party that she was planning on going to with naomi. it was twelve oâclock and she had just finished an exasperating nine hour bartending shift with annoying alcoholics flirting with her and their heady, glossed over eyes staring at her ass in the tight fitted jeans that she was wearing.
her dad was less than pleased about her place of employment, but he knew that she needed extra money to pay for her clothes, shoes, hair and other miscellaneous items so he refrained from making any comments anytime she she complained about a customer or the minimal pay that she was getting.
cleo was closing the bar; wiping down the sticky counters, recounting the money in the register and overturning the chairs when she looks up and sees him. heâs standing across the street but even with the distance set between them she can feel the smolder of his gaze as he looked at her. cleo stands there for a brief moment just staring back at him until she mustered enough courage to make her way to the front door.
the overhead bell rings in a soft bellow as she pushes the door open. the humidity of the mississippi air sticks against her skin as soon as she steps outside. but even with its scorching temperatures, eliasâ stare pierces deeper and has her skin burning. when she steps outside, she sees him making his way towards her â his gait was stealth and calculated.
she feels goosebumps prickle along her skin, air catches in her lungs and warmth curls around her neck as he sauntered closer. the first thing that she noticed was that although naomi had been right in her description of him, she had greatly undermined it. he wasnât just fine; he was handsome and she could already feel her knees buckling weakly beneath her just at the sight of him. the second thing she notices is his eyes and the phosphorescent glow of red in his pupils. when he finally reaches her, he stands athwart from her and slowly drags his eyes over her body. his eyes find hers again and for a moment she wonders if she could hear the hastened beating of her heart.
âitâs kinda late for you to be out here ainât it?â he posits and the deepened drawl of his southern accent somehow makes him more attractive.
cleo swallows a shaky breath, nodding. âiâm closing up the bar. we just closed about ten minutes ago,â
he raises his brows, trailing his eyes somewhere offside. âand they just left you to do it by yourself? donât they know itâs dangerous people out here? vampires walkinâ about like theyâre humans.â he says with sarcasm lilting in his voice and clicks his tongue against his teeth with a reprimanding tsk that follows.
cleo juts her chin outwardly. âiâm more than capable of handling myself.â she rebuttals, her hand perched on her hip as she looked at him.
his eyes find hers again and he smirks impishly, nodding his head. âiâm sure.â he says; and itâs something hidden in the way that he says it that has her cheeks warming again. a moment passes between them as he stares at her with an intrigued expression worn on his face. âyou ainât scared of me,â itâs more of a statement than a question, though she knows itâs intended to be the latter.
he sounds and looks surprised by this, that heâd finally encountered someone that didnât run away when they saw him. âam i supposed to be?â she was more attracted to him than anything, unable to stop looking at his lips and his bared fangs that peeked out from his mouth.
he shrugs, âeveryone else is.â
âwell iâm not everyone else,â at that he doesnât respond, only smirks at her again making the butterflies she feels in her stomach somersault deeper. cleo bites her lip as she looks over her shoulder towards the bar. âdonât ever invite him in anywhere, thatâs how he gets you.â she ignores her fatherâs words, pushing them to the back of her mind. âyou wanna come in?â
he raises another brow, âyou want me to come inside?â this time itâs her that shrugs and he only gives her a brief dubious look of contemplation before heâs following her inside of the bar at her open invitation. she could feel his eyes honed in on her ass and unlike with the drunken middle aged men from before, she isnât repulsed at the realization.
âyou know, at first i thought people were lying about who you are. it seemed like everyone knew what you looked like except for me.â she says, folding her arms against her chest and watching his eyes lower to her perked breast. she bites on her lip, intrigued.
âyou were lookinâ for me?â
she nods briefly, âi wanted to know what you looked like.â
he walks towards her until heâs standing directly in front of her; way closer than he was when they were standing outside and it catches her slightly off guard. âwell now that you haveâŚwhatchu think?â the remark is undeniably coquettish â the soft murmur of it accompanied by the lascivious look that heâs giving her has her pinned beneath his gaze.
âi think youâre not as scary as people make you out to be,â she responds; avoiding the answer that she knows he was truly searching for. but he settles for this one too, indulging in her retreat.
âyou think you can make that assumption from a five minute conversation? what if i am like everyone says?â the air between them shifts into this palpable tension; hot and undeniable. he takes a few more steps forward until heâs hovering his heightened figure over her. she cranes her neck to look up at him, âi could bite you right now and you wouldnât be able to do anythinâ about itâ
âif you wanted to you wouldâve done it outside,â she rebuttals, seeing the twitch of his curled upper lip.
âmaybe i like playinâ with my food before i eat it.â and the innuendo behind his words has her breath hitching.
her skin pricks with goosebumps again at his teasing words. elias takes immediate notice of it; his nostrils flare as he inhales sharply with his heightened senses. and it takes a moment for her to realize that he must smell something radiating off of her body â arousal? excitement? â because heâs chuckling and licking his lips as he reached his hand out and brushed it over her hip. she shivers, not out of fear but of arousal. âand you sure as hell look and smell good enough to eat.â
cleoâs mouth gapes the only audible sound that comes out is a soft gasp. itâs the sound of her phone ringing that suddenly clefts through the tension hanging in the air. she jumps, startled, looking at elias whose eyes narrow at her phone like heâs inwardly cursing it for its intrusion. she reluctantly moves out of his grasp and walks over to pick up her phone that was sat at the edge of the counter.
picking up the phone she sees that itâs a text from naomi asking where sheâs at. sheâd gotten so distracted with elias that she forgot that she was supposed to meet naomi at their dorm room half an hour ago. she types a quick message in response, telling her that closing up took longer than expected and that she should go ahead to the party without her and that she would just meet her there instead.
she looks up from her phone at the same time elias is already walking out of the door, the sound of the bell ringing announces his departure as cleo stands there with her mind replaying their interaction.
âŚ
a week passes before she sees him again. heâs standing outside of the door; staring, watching, waiting. she walks towards the entrance and holds the door open, beckoning him forward. âcome in,â he walks inside as she closes the door behind him.
âyou werenât here the other night.â he says, catching her slightly by surprise. had he been looking for her this time instead of the other way around?
âoh, yeah. i was off. i donât work on tuesdays and thursdays,â she explains watching as he nodded before looking away with a sheepish expression. after their last encounter, she spent the entire week thinking about him â how he looked at her, how his hand felt against her bare skin. cleo didnât understand how she developed such a quick attraction for him, especially when she didnât even give human boys any time of the day, but something about him was different.
naomi was right, all it took was one look from him and cleo found herself a fallen victim to his charm. âwhy arenât you scared of me?â
sheâs taken aback again, even more so than the first time. âwhy do you want me to be?â she challenges, noticing the pull of his jaw as he clenches it shut.
âyour daddyâs a preacher ainât he?â she furrows her brow, curious to know how heâd figured that out without her telling him. âhow you think heâd react if he knew you were stayinâ behind after work to talk to me?â
ah, so thatâs what this is about.
âwell aside from me being grown and fully capable of making my own decisions, what he doesnât know wonât hurt him.â and she would definitely keep this secret from him for his sake and hers. âeliasââ
âstack.â he interrupts to correct her.
âelias,â she says, unmoored by his correction. he gives her a look but listens as she continued. âiâm not talking to you because iâm trying to prove something to my dad or anyone else here.â
âthen why are you?â
âbecause i want to.â she exasperates, frowning slightly. âwhy is that so hard for you to believe?â
âbecause you donât know what youâre gettinâ yourself into,â elias retorts through a forewarning tone that sounded all too familiar of her family and friends who initially warned her away from him. he was right, aside from the fictionalized information that she got through old cw shows she used to frequently watch, she didnât understand the depth and complications that came along with being a vampire. but her interest in elias made her want to know more â she wanted the truth and all its ugliness.
âthen show me.â
âŚ
elias stack moore had a tarnished reputation way before he got bit and transformed into a vampire. albeit he was the more level headed of the two, the smoke-stack twins were well known for their violent behavior and short fused tempers. their involvement with the notorious al capone and then stack becoming involved in a near ritualistic slaughter hadnât done anything to ease anyoneâs perception of him. his reputation expanded over the near century with people reciting tales of his life; often times dramatizing it completely.
but regardless of the half-truths or stackâs solemn search for penance â he still remained feared to the point where people would refrain from staying outside at night too long just to avoid him. he kept mostly to himself, only indulging in his sexual needs with a few other vampires that lived amongst the town. if he did leave his house, he made sure it was brief just to avoid any inadvertent run inâs.
he knew he was feared and had stories told about him that would give kids nightmares. but she was surprisingly the only one that didnât tremble in fear when she saw him or tightly clutch her cross necklace and recite scripture from the bible in hopes it would protect them and keep him away like everyone else did. instead of running she gravitated towards him; accepting and intrigued by him in a way he hadnât felt before.
he was wary at first of getting close to her.
she had a reputation as the preacherâs sweet and innocent daughter. he could only imagine the outcry that would erupt if anyone were to find out that she had been talking to him. but cleo insisted that she didnât care and expressed interest in wanting to see/know him â all of him. so he invited her to his house.
she came over at work â still dressed in those tight jeans and that cropped shirt that accentuated her lithe physique â all wide eyed and innocent and fucking gorgeous.
as soon as she stepped over the threshold and inside, he felt something shift in the air as he realized that she was the first girl heâd ever invited into his house. he watches her as she looks around spectatingly, crouching over a bit with her hands on her knees to look at the display of photos that he had. âyour brother?â she asks rhetorically as she looked at the candid black-and-white photograph that he had of him and smoke taken years back during the time of their youth.
stack nods tersely, pursing his lips in a moue.
and heâs grateful that she notices his reluctance and doesnât prod any further because even though itâs been over a century since his brotherâs death, it was still hurt carrying him around in his memories.
itâs stack who segues the conversation, now turning the spotlight on her. âyou said you wanted me to show you, so what do you wanna know?â
cleo bites her lip in thought. stackâs mind is briefly distracted with how sexy she looks that he doesnât initially hear her question until she asks it again.
âit took me a while to learn how to do it. i taught myself most of what i know, the guy who turned my ex that turned me didnât teach me much. but itâs the first thing i taught myself.â
she nods, biting on her lip again as she lowered her eyes in a shy chagrin. âso that night at the barâŚwhen you sniffed me what did you smell?â
âyou really wanna know?â she looks up, almost contemplative, but nods. âlust. your hormones were all over the place.â her expressionâs caught somewhere between mortification and a grimace. âmy hearinâ is heightened tooâŚi can hear your heart beatinâ fast as hell. you nervous?â
at her nod, he posits. âcause of me? why do i make you nervous?â he takes a preemptive step towards her, closing the distance between them. he hears her pulse quicken. smells the saltiness of sweat underneath the floral saccharine of her perfume.
she doesnât respond, only looks at him underneath her lashes. âwhat else do want me to show you, cleo?â her breath hitches, eyes flit from his lips back up to his eyes in a quick maneuver. her heart beats louder and the smell of her arousal is so thick that he can almost taste it on his tongue. he inhales her scent; feeling his own arousal mix with hers.
he sees her throat stretch as she swallows.
âŚ
itâs almost feral how he bares an arm around her waist and tugged her body closer to his. she gasps a bit at his onslaught â startled by the abruptness of his movements, but sheâs immediately relaxing into his embrace the moment he brushes his mouth against hers. he kisses her with a ravenous vigor, sliding his tongue over the cupping of her lower lip as a terse plea for entry. she whimpers before she succumbs to his prowess, slacking her jaw wider as he intertwined their tongues.
his kisses are bruising and greedy to the point where he steals all the air that was in her lungs. itâs a slip of tongues and a crash of teeth messily colliding, through guttural groans and breathy whimpers. stackâs arms tighten their hold around her before lowering to her ass. he squeezes her through her jeans before giving it a firm smack; smirking at the way it ricocheted. he gives it another hard squeeze as his mouth nipped at the exposed flesh of her neck. âtell me what you want,â he rasps; gruff and throaty, his breath hot against her skin.
his lips pucker as he nipped at her skin; sucking deep, purple love-bites all over. (and it feels so good that she doesnât even care that sheâll have to cover up the evidence of his markings with makeup to hide from her father and naomi.) she grips the back of his head, holding him against her as she fluttered her lashes and indulged in the pleasure.
âthis,â she whispered, voice shaky, body trembling with an intense want. he groans against her neck; alternating between nipping and sucking. and he gets too into it because she hears a low sound that mimics a growl and feels the sharpness of his fangs grazing her clavicle. she gasps, taken back and heâs immediately recoiling â looking up at her with his swollen lips and lidded eyes.
âfuck. i-iâm sorry, i didnât meanâsometimes when i get too excited it happens. but i wasnât trying toâŚâ heâs panicking, careening apologies to her. but sheâs sliding her mouth over his and kissing him deeply with fervor.
âitâs okay,â she whispers, still pecking at his lips.
stack furrows his brow, âyeah?â
âjust donât bite too hard.â
he nods, lightly grazing his teeth into the softness of her flesh. he nibbles at her neck with the tip of his bared fangs biting deliciously into her skin. the pain is sharp but still pleasurable enough to have her eyes rolling to the back of her head. his hands make their way to the front of her body, sliding over her abdomen and hovering at the waistband of her jeans. she breathes softly through her parted lips, emanating a whimper when he bites into her lower lip. âyou smell so fuckinâ good,â he murmurs, reaching his hands between the crux of her thighs and sliding his thumb over her slit â passing the pleasure over the seam of her jeans.
her underwear suddenly becomes sticky with her arousal and knowing that he could smell it on her was sending her over the edge. she feels this incessant pleasure building; coiling in her stomach and spreading through the heat of the place where she desired him the most. âcan i taste you?â at her consenting nod, he maneuvers them towards the couch and eases her down onto the cushion.
he pries their wet lips apart with a âsmackâ, a string of saliva draws at their disconnection. she holds the smother head of his gaze, watching as he lowers to his knees. âlift your hips up for me,â he murmurs, already working at the buttons and zippers of her pants that loosen around her hips.
she concedes, arching her hips off of the couch just enough so that stackâs hands are able to tug the tight fitted fabric over her hips and down her thighs. âlook at you,â he says; marveling at the sight of her arousal. the dark spot is visible against her pink underwear â soddening through the fabric. âalready so wet and ready for me.â he kisses the inside of her thighs, nudging the bridge of his nose against her cunt.
she shivers through a moan, itâs just the barest of contact but sheâs hypersensitive to his touch. his deft fingers pull at her ruined underwear, sliding them down her legs and absentmindedly throwing them aside so that sheâs sat completely bare in front of him.
her cheeks warm at her vulnerability.
stackâs hand brushes against her calf as he gripped her leg and hefted it easily over his left shoulder. his eyes hone in on her cunt as she spreads open; staring in awe at the slick thatâs gathered between her folds. he grabs at her other leg, barring it around his right shoulder until heâs got a perfect position of her cunt displayed in front of him.
cleo arches her hips slightly, holding herself upright as she rests the palms of her hand against the cushions. her heartbeat quickens at the desire that grows, palpable and thick in its emerging, sending another jolting throb directly into her cunt. she could feel the wisps of his breath as he leaned in. he brushes a teasing kiss against her thigh, humming softly at the way she shivers in response.
he nudged himself closer towards her cunt; pressing soft kisses against her skin in passing before he finally reaches the place where he could smell the the evidence of her want. he presses a kiss against it and she shudders, feeling the tension roll down her spine and curl into her toes. she doesnât even have a moment to gather her bearings, because then heâs flattening his tongue and licking her up from the back of her perineum to her clitoris. âohâfuck. s-stack,â she bellows a soft cry of pleasure, her hands grip into the couch to seek purchase.
and when he reaches the over sensitive bud, he puckers his swollen lips and sucks her into his mouth; skillfully using his tongue to massage her clit. she feels the texture of his tongue stimulating her clit, sending an overwhelming wave of pleasure burning through the crevices of her body. her breath catches in her throat and sheâs shivering so hard that stack has to pull his mouth away to remind her to breathe.
she nods numbly, blinking through the fogginess of her vision. she parts her lips and exhaled shakily; attempting to lull her breathing. âgrind your hips against my face,â she whimpers, reaching a hand up to hold the back of his neck to anchor herself as she slowly rolled her hips against his face.
âohmygoââ the added pressure of his nose and tongue assaulting her clit has her dizzy. his hands grip her hips, fingers dig into the meat of her thighs holding her against him.
he makes his way up her vulva; pausing right before he reached her clit and increased the pressure so that the base of his tongue was forced slightly under her clit. he slows his movements, unrelentingly in his ravenous feat as he holds the pressure there. she grinds against him again, shaky, still trembling through her movements as she buried his face deeper into her cunt.
she could hear the lewd stickiness of her slick as he licked up her pussy; could see it glistening over his face â a messy mixture of her arousal and his saliva dripping down his chin. sheâs already shaking towards her release but then he grazes his fangs softly against her clit and sheâs suddenly bellowing out cries of pleasure as she cums.
she pulsates around his tongue, the tension tugs in her lower belly. he slides his thumb through her slickness, watching as she haphazardly falls backwards against the couch cowering away from the overstimulation. stack pulls away, lapping his tongue around his mouth as he licked up the remnants of her slick. âyou okay?â he asked through a rasped breath, watching as she laid there in a dazed stupor.
she nods, just barely, feeling the heaviness of her breathing begin to lull. cleo never thought that someone as smart as her would be drawn into the temptation from a vampire, but here she was â with her cunt still throbbing around nothing, legs and body completely spent, eyes looking at his face thatâs covered in her juices, and it entices her.
and itâs then that she realizes that she was totally and completely fucked. heâd warned her that she didnât know what she would be getting herself into if she became involved with him but with the way he ate her pussy out so good and had her wanting more, cleo realized that she was willing to test the boundaries of her restraint.
âŚ
cleo didnât like lying, sheâs always prided herself about being a truthful person regardless of the repercussions that could follow. she didnât like people lying to her so in return, she treated everyone with the same decency of respect and remained truthful about everything. itâs not until she starts dating stack that lying easily becomes integrated into her life.
she goes to church with her father every sunday, sits in the front pew and listens as he recites sermons and scriptures about demons and evils that plagued the world. it guilted her knowing that he was wistfully unaware of the fact that she was bedding with someone he referred to as one of the demons that walked amongst them, but the way he made her feel was better than anything sheâs ever experienced before.
so she keeps the secret buried deeply, and listens halfheartedly at his preachings as she finds her mind wandering on stack again. itâs easier to hide behind her fib with her father, but naomiâs naturally pestering curiosity always gets the better of her and a simple response of âi already have something planned.â does not offer enough of a rational explanation for her.
âyouâve been acting weird these past few weeksâŚâ she acknowledges with a skeptical brow and pursed lips. she narrows her gaze in on cleo who desperately hopes that she doesnât look too hard enough to see the hickies stack sucked on her shoulder and breast the other night. âyouâre here during the day, but always sneak out to go somewhere at night like youâre meeting someone,â she accents, her perceptionâs dangerously close to discovering cleoâs secret.
âiâm not.â the lie falls disbelieving to both of their ears. naomi gives her a narrowed look, tilting her head. she bites on her lip in contemplation, sighing softly as she concedes. âokay! but you canât say anything to anyone especially not my dad.â
naomi gives her a bemused look but nods.
âi might be seeing someone,â cleo murmurs, averting her eyes to naomi to see her eyebrows raise. âi am seeing someone. but donât ask who! because iâm not going to tell you who it is. iâm only telling you this because i know you wouldnât stop hounding me if i didnât.â
naomi stands there quiet, considering her words. âis he married?â
âwhat!?â cleo beseeches, frowning at her friendâs absurd accusation. âgirl, no! i am not a fucking homewrecker!â
âhey, itâs a fair assumption!â naomi rebuttals, raising her hands in the air at her defense. âyouâre being sneaky and sleeping over at his place at night⌠it made me think that you only go over there because thatâs the only time that youâre allowed to.â
âno. iâm not fucking a married man.â cleo states. she continued to stuff her clothes in her overnight bag, avid to get to stackâs place. she could feel naomiâs he eyes still piercing through her, curiosity sits on her tongue wanting to inquire further about the guyâs identity. but she thankfully relents, only giving cleo a hum of acknowledgment when she grabs her bag and clamors a parting bye as she walks out.
when she arrives at his house, sheâs greeted with a smile and kiss, his arm wraps around her waist as she melts softly into the embrace. he maneuvers her bag from her hands, allowing to to fall absentmindedly to the floor with a loud thud. his hands are groping her everywhere; sliding over her ass, squeezing her titties, palming her cunt through the flimsy pair of leggings that she wore. itâs almost feral how both of their bodies aligned with the same wanton desire.
she loves how the outside world becomes a distant memory for them as they remain secluded in the privacy of his house with no worries of interruption or ridicule waiting. âif you had any common sense youâd stay away from him,â had been a warning, but she found herself gravitating towards him despite their attempts of deterrence. and she had no intentions of letting go of this feeling or him.
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WET DREAMS / L.H



Pairing â sub!fem!reader x roommate!dom!heeseung
Genre â SMUT, roommates to ???
Warnings â SMUT (minors dni), cursing, neck kisses, nipple play, petnames, praising, dirty talk, fingering, kind of needy!hee, oral (f. receiving), bigdick!hee, unprotected sex (wrap it up ppl), rough
Word count â 7,4k
Summary â when heeseung moved in with you, Jake's friend, he knew it was a bad idea the moment he saw you for the first time because you were exactly his type. But it became even worse when he started making wet dreams about you.
a/n: not proofread, enjoy!
You were just another broke college student trying to survive the semester when your old roommate decided to move out, leaving you with a hefty rent and an empty room. Desperate for a new roommate, you posted an ad on your school's website. Enter Heeseung, a friend of Jake's â and since Jake was a solid guy, you figured Heeseung would be too. From the moment he moved in, it was clear this was going to be interesting. Heeseung was charming and easy to get along with, but there was one tiny problem: you were exactly his type. Beautiful, sexy, teasing, playful, but also cute and funny. After just a week, the tension between you two was undeniable. It would be a lie to say you didn't feel the same. The sparks were real, and living together was about to get a whole lot more complicated.
But everything became weird after that night: the night he had his first sex dream about you.
Heeseung lounged on the couch, a textbook open in his lap, though his mind was miles away. The apartment was quiet except for the occasional creak and hum from the old pipes. Heeseung was drifting off, and before he knew it, he was deep in a dream.
In his dream, the living room was dimly lit, bathed in the soft glow of a few strategically placed lamps. He heard the soft patter of your bare feet on the hardwood floor before he saw you. You were wearing nothing but his oversized shirt, the hem barely brushing the tops of your thighs. Your hair was tousled, and there was a mischievous sparkle in your eyes.
"Hey," you purred, leaning against the armrest of the couch. "Whatcha doing?"
Heeseung's breath hitched as he looked up at you, his mouth suddenly dry. "Just⌠studying," he managed to say, though his voice was thick with desire.
You sauntered closer, a playful smirk on your lips. "Mind if I join you?" Without waiting for a reply, you slid onto the couch, your leg brushing against his. Heeseung's pulse quickened as you leaned in, your lips so close to his ear that he could feel your warm breath.
"You know," you whispered, "I've noticed the way you look at me."
Heeseung swallowed hard, trying to keep his composure. "I don't know what you're talking about."
You chuckled softly, your hand resting on his thigh, dangerously close to the edge of his shorts. "Oh, I think you do." Your fingers danced lightly over the fabric, teasing him. "I see the way your eyes linger."
His resolve crumbled, and he turned to face you, his hand cupping your cheek. "You're driving me crazy," he confessed, his voice a low growl.
"Good," you replied, your eyes dark with want. "Because I've been wanting you too."
He crashed his lips against yours, a hungry, desperate kiss that spoke of all the pent-up desire between you. You moaned into his mouth, your body pressing against his, and he could feel the heat radiating from you.
Heeseung's hands roamed over your body, slipping under the shirt to feel the smooth skin beneath. You arched into his touch, your fingers tangling in his hair as you deepened the kiss. The air was thick with the scent of arousal, and Heeseung was lost in the sensation of you.
"Tell me what you want," he murmured against your lips, his hand sliding up to cup your breast.
You whimpered, your back arching as you pushed into his hand. "I want you, Hee. I want you to take me right here."
Heeseung growled in response, his hand slipping between your thighs to find you wet and ready. He stroked you lightly, eliciting a gasp from your lips. "Fuck, you're so wet for me," he muttered, his voice rough with need.
"Only for you," you whispered, your hips bucking against his hand.
With a low groan, Heeseung positioned himself over you, his hands gripping your hips as he aligned himself with you. He entered you slowly, savoring the way you stretched around him, your moans music to his ears. "God, you feel so good," he breathed, his forehead resting against yours.
You wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him deeper. "Faster, Heeseung," you begged. "I need you."
Heeseung complied, his thrusts becoming more urgent, more demanding. The couch creaked beneath you, but he didn't care. All that mattered was how delicious and incredible you felt around him. Your nails scratched down his back, leaving marks that would linger long after.
"You're fucking mine," Heeseung growled, his pace relentless. "Say it."
"I'm yours," you cried out, your body trembling as you neared the edge. "Only yours."
With a final, powerful thrust, Heeseung sent you spiraling into bliss, your orgasm crashing over you like a tidal wave. He followed soon after, his release mingling with yours as he buried his face in the crook of your neck, breathing hard.
Heeseung jolted awake, his chest heaving as he struggled to catch his breath. His body was slick with sweat, the sheets tangled around his legs. He groaned softly, feeling the unmistakable wetness in his shorts. He just came in his dream. His mind raced, the vivid images of you still fresh, your breathy moans echoing in his ears. He covered his face with his hands, feeling a wave of guilt wash over him. "God, what's wrong with me?" he muttered to himself. "She's my roommate." Heeseung sat up, the room dimly lit by the early morning light filtering through the blinds. He ran a hand through his damp hair, trying to shake off the lingering arousal. But as he glanced at the closed door of your bedroom, he knew resisting his feelings for you was going to be harder than ever.
The next morning, Heeseung reluctantly dragged himself out of bed, the remnants of his dream still clinging to the edges of his mind. He took a deep breath, trying to push it all aside, and headed toward the kitchen, hoping a cup of coffee might clear his head.
As he turned the corner, the scent of something delicious hit him, and he saw you standing by the stove, humming softly as you flipped pancakes. You were wearing an oversized shirt that fell just below your thighs, the fabric worn and soft, clearly not yours. His heart skipped a beat as he realized it was probably Jake's shirt. The thought made him gulp, his throat suddenly dry as the dream came rushing back in vivid detail.
You turned when you heard him enter, your face lighting up with a smile that made his heart do a somersault. âGood morning, Hee,â you chirped, your voice sweet and playful as always. âIâm making breakfast! I hope youâre hungry.â
Heeseung swallowed hard, trying to keep his cool as he forced a smile. âYeah⌠morning,â he mumbled, his voice embarrassingly shaky. He couldnât meet your eyes, afraid that youâd somehow see right through him and know exactly what had been running through his mind all night.
You tilted your head slightly, noticing his unusual shyness. âAre you okay? You seem⌠off,â you asked, concern lacing your tone as you walked over to him, placing a gentle hand on his arm.
Heeseung stiffened under your touch, his pulse quickening as the warmth of your fingers seeped through the thin fabric of his t-shirt. âIâm fine, just⌠didnât sleep well,â he lied, hoping you wouldnât press further.
You gave him a soft smile, squeezing his arm lightly before letting go. âWell, breakfast will help, I promise,â you said, gesturing to the pancakes with a grin. âAnd coffeeâs ready too.â
Heeseung finally managed to meet your eyes, the sincerity and care in your gaze making his guilt twist even tighter in his chest. âY-you didnât have to, really,â he stammered, moving to pour himself a cup of coffee, hoping the familiar routine would steady his nerves.
âI wanted to,â you replied simply, your voice warm and kind. âYouâve been working so hard lately, I figured you could use a little pampering, seungie,â you added, using the nickname youâd given him that always seemed to melt his defenses a little.
Heeseung took a sip of the coffee, trying to hide his flushed cheeks behind the mug. âYouâre too good to me,â he mumbled, the words half muffled by the rim of the cup.
You laughed softly, the sound light and cheerful, easing some of the tension in the room. âYou deserve it,â you teased, reaching up to ruffle his hair playfully. âBesides, itâs fun spoiling you a little.â
Heeseungâs heart raced at the casual affection in your touch, and he couldnât help but wonder if you had any idea what you were doing to him. âTh-thanks,â he managed to say, his voice barely above a whisper as he sat down at the small kitchen table.
You joined him a moment later, sliding a plate of perfectly golden pancakes in front of him. âEat up, Hee,â you said, sitting across from him with your own plate. âAnd donât think too much today, okay? Just relax.â
Heeseung nodded, but as he cut into the pancakes, his mind was anything but relaxed. The sight of you in that oversized shirt, the smell of the warm breakfast youâd made just for him, and the way you called him âHeeâ so sweetlyâall of it was making it impossible to forget the dream.
He desperately needed a distraction. Anything to keep his mind from wandering back to the dream that was now seared into his memory. As you dug into your pancakes, he forced himself to speak, his voice a bit too loud as he asked, âSo, um, how are your classes going?â
You looked up at him with a smile, happy to share. âPretty good, actually! Iâve got this new project for my psychology class that Iâm really excited about. Weâre studyingââ
But Heeseung barely heard a word. His eyes kept drifting to the way your shirt clung to your body, the soft curve of your waist, the smooth skin of your legs peeking out from under the hem. Every time you shifted in your seat, his thoughts betrayed him, flashing back to the way you felt in his dream, warm and soft beneath him. He could almost feel the ghost of your touch, the way you whispered his name in that breathy, needy tone.
ââand so I think I might need to interview a few people on campus,â you continued, oblivious to the turmoil inside him. âItâs going to be a lot of work, but Iâm really looking forward toâHee? Are you even listening?â
He blinked, realizing too late that heâd been caught staring. His cheeks flushed, and he quickly tore his gaze away, focusing on his plate like it was the most interesting thing in the world. âY-yeah, sorry, just⌠zoned out for a second,â he stammered, trying to play it off, but his voice betrayed him.
You smirked, sensing something was off but not quite sure what. âUh-huh, sure you did,â you teased, leaning in a bit closer. âWhatâs up with you this morning? Youâre acting kinda weird.â
âN-nothingâs up!â Heeseung blurted out a little too quickly, his pulse spiking as he forced a shaky laugh. âJust tired, thatâs all.â
You raised an eyebrow, not entirely convinced, but you decided to let it slide. âOkay, if you say so, Seungie,â you said, still smiling but with a hint of curiosity in your eyes. âBut you know, if thereâs something on your mind, you can talk to me.â
Heeseung nodded quickly, trying to avoid your gaze as he took another bite of pancakes, barely tasting them. âThanks, I appreciate it,â he muttered, though his thoughts were spiraling again. He could feel your eyes on him, and when he glanced up, the sight of you, all sweet and concerned, sent a jolt of heat through him.
His eyes betrayed him, lingering on your lips, imagining how they had felt against his in the dream. He was falling back into that dangerous territory again, and his body reacted almost instantly. He felt the blood rushing south, his breath hitching as he realized he was getting hard just from looking at you.
Panic set in, and he knew he had to get out of there before you noticed. âI-I gotta go to class,â he stuttered suddenly, pushing his chair back with a scrape. âDonât want to be late!â
You blinked in surprise at his abruptness. âBut, Hee, itâs only 8:30. Your first class isnât untilââ
âI need to, uh, review some notes!â he interrupted, stumbling over his words as he stood up, avoiding eye contact. âIâll see you later, okay?â
Before you could say anything else, he turned on his heel and practically fled the kitchen, his face burning with embarrassment. You watched him retreat to his room, a little confused by his behavior but deciding not to pry. âOkay, thenâŚâ you muttered to yourself, shrugging it off as one of those weird morning moods.
As Heeseung shut the door to his room behind him, he leaned against it, exhaling sharply. His heart was pounding, and he cursed under his breath. âWhat the hell is wrong with me?â he whispered, running a hand through his hair in frustration. But deep down, he knew the answer. It wasnât just the dreamâit was everything about you. And the more he tried to push those thoughts away, the stronger they seemed to become.
The entire morning, he couldnât keep his thoughts from drifting back to you. No matter how hard he tried to focus on his classes, his mind kept replaying scenes from his dream, the way your body had felt beneath his, the sound of your voice whispering his name in that sexy, sultry voice. He just couldn't you out of his head and that was driving him crazy.
By lunchtime, he was a mess of pent-up frustration and confusion. He had barely touched his breakfast, and the thought of seeing you again made his stomach twist with a mix of guilt and desire. So when Jake texted him, suggesting they grab lunch together, Heeseung jumped at the chance to get out of the apartment, hoping that his friend could help take his mind off things.
They met up at a small cafĂŠ near campus, Jake already waiting at a table with his usual easygoing smile. âYo, Hee! Over here!â Jake called out, waving him over.
Heeseung managed a weak smile as he sat down, trying to seem normal. But Jake was too observant, and the moment Heeseung dropped into the chair with a heavy sigh, Jakeâs smile faltered slightly. âYou okay, man? You look like shit.â
âIâm fine,â Heeseung lied, picking up the menu and pretending to scan it. But his hands were a little shaky, and Jake wasnât buying it.
Jake leaned forward, narrowing his eyes suspiciously. âUh-huh, sure you are. Whatâs going on?â
Heeseung sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. âItâs nothing, really,â he insisted, but his voice lacked conviction.
Jake grinned, sensing that his friend was hiding something. âCome on, man. You canât fool me. Iâve known you too long.â He leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms with a knowing smirk. âLet me guess⌠you had one of those dreams, didnât you?â
Heeseung froze, his eyes widening as he looked up at Jake, who burst into laughter at his reaction. âI knew it! Dude, youâve got âI had a sex dreamâ written all over your face!â
Heeseung groaned, dropping his head into his hands. âSeriously, Jake? Can you not?â
The younger chuckled, leaning in closer. âOh, come on! You can tell me! Who was it with? Someone from class? Maybe that cute barista at the coffee shop near your place?â
His face burned with embarrassment. He shook his head, hoping Jake would just drop it, but his friend was relentless.
âNo way, man. Youâve gotta tell me now,â Jake teased, his eyes sparkling with mischief. âYouâre not getting out of this one. I wonât judge, promise. Unless it was, like, a teacher or something, then maybe Iâll judge a little.â
Heeseung squirmed in his seat, trying to come up with an excuse, but Jake was too good at this. Finally, he gave up, knowing that Jake wouldnât stop until he got an answer. âFine, okay! It was⌠it was with her,â he muttered, his voice barely audible as he glanced around to make sure no one was listening.
Jake blinked in surprise, his grin faltering as he processed what Heeseung had said. âWait⌠with who?â
Heeseung exhaled deeply, his heart racing. âWith her⌠you know, my roommate.â
For a moment, Jake just stared at him, and then a slow, incredulous grin spread across his face. âNo way. You had a sex dream about yn?â
Heeseung buried his face in his hands, his embarrassment reaching new heights. âYeah, okay? I did. And now I canât even look at her without⌠i don't know, thinking about it.â
Jake laughed, shaking his head in disbelief. âDamn, dude. Thatâs intense. No wonder youâre all messed up this morning.â
Heeseung groaned again, feeling like he wanted to disappear under the table. âI canât stop thinking about it, Jake. Every time I see her, I just⌠I remember how it felt, and itâs driving me crazy. Iâm either embarrassed as hell or⌠or horny or something, and I donât know what to do.â
Jake took a sip of his drink, clearly enjoying Heeseungâs misery a little too much. âWell, you know what they say,â Jake said, leaning back with a casual shrug. âYouâve got to fuck her to get it out of your system.â
Heeseung choked on his water, sputtering as he set the glass down with a clatter. âW-what? Jake, are you serious?â
Jake grinned, shrugging again. âHey, Iâm just saying. Sometimes the best way to stop obsessing over something is to just⌠do it. Maybe itâs your brainâs way of telling you that you need to, you know, make a move.â
Heeseungâs face was practically glowing red at this point, and he could barely meet Jakeâs eyes. âI canât just⌠I mean, weâre roommates! And itâs not like she feels the same way.â
Jake raised an eyebrow, giving Heeseung a knowing look. âYou sure about that? Iâve seen the way she looks at you, man. Sheâs always so playful with you, always teasing. Maybe sheâs just waiting for you to make the first move.â
Heeseung shook his head, his mind spinning. âI donât know, man. Itâs just⌠itâs complicated. And I donât want to mess things up between us.â
Jake nodded, his expression softening a bit. âI get it. But you canât keep torturing yourself like this. If you really canât handle it, maybe you need to talk to her. Or, you know, find a way to cool off before you drive yourself completely insane.â
Heeseung sighed, running a hand through his hair. âYeah⌠maybe youâre right,â he admitted, though the thought of actually doing anything about it made him nervous as hell.
Jake chuckled, giving him a pat on the back. âWhatever you do, just remember Iâm here to help, even if itâs just to give you shit about it later.â
Heeseung managed a small smile, grateful for Jakeâs support despite the teasing. But as they finished their lunch, he couldnât shake the lingering tension inside him, knowing that sooner or later, heâd have to face the feelings he was trying so hard to ignore.
The day wore on and he just couldnât get Jakeâs advice out of his head. The idea of just taking the plunge, of letting himself have what he so desperately wanted, seemed almost logical in his mind, twisted as it was with frustration and desire. Maybe, just maybe, if he gave in and finally fuck you, he could finally get you out of his system and things would go back to normal. But every time he even thought about it, an overwhelming sense of dread and guilt would wash over him.
The next few days were torture. Every time Heeseung saw you, you were just so effortlessly hot and beautiful, it made his resolve crumble. Like when you walked around the apartment in those tiny shorts and a tank top that hugged your curves perfectly, or when youâd smile at him, that playful, teasing glint in your eyes that drove him crazy. He couldnât bring himself to make a move, not when the thought of losing your friendship or making things awkward between you weighed heavily on him.
So, instead of facing his feelings, Heeseung did what he thought was the next best thingâhe avoided you like the plague.
Whenever he heard you coming down the hallway, heâd quickly retreat to his room, shutting the door quietly behind him. If you were in the kitchen, heâd grab a snack later, waiting until you left. If you sat on the couch to watch TV, heâd suddenly remember something he had to do in his room. It was ridiculous, and he knew it, but he couldnât help it.
You, of course, noticed almost immediately. The first time you called out to him as you walked into the living room, he barely acknowledged you, muttering a quick âheyâ before disappearing into his room. You frowned, staring after him with confusion etched on your face.
At first, you thought maybe he was just busy with schoolwork, but when it happened again and again, you started to worry. Heeseung wasnât the type to just ignore you. You two had always been close, laughing and joking around, but now it felt like there was a wall between you that hadnât been there before.
One evening, after another day of dodging you, you finally cornered him. Heeseung had just come out of the bathroom, hair still damp from his shower, when you caught him in the hallway.
âHee, whatâs going on with you?â you asked, your tone a mix of concern and frustration.
Heeseung froze, his hand still on the doorknob of his bedroom. âW-what do you mean?â he stammered, not daring to look at you.
âYou know exactly what I mean,â you pressed, crossing your arms as you took a step closer. âYouâve been avoiding me for days now. Did I do something to upset you?â
He finally looked at you then, and the sight of your worried expression made his heart ache. âNo, you didnât do anything,â he said quickly, shaking his head. âItâs not you, itâs⌠itâs me.â
You raised an eyebrow, clearly not buying it. âThatâs the oldest excuse in the fucking book, Heeseung. Seriously, whatâs going on? We used to hang out all the time, and now itâs like you canât stand to be around me or something.â
Heeseung sighed, running a hand through his hair as he tried to come up with something, anything, to say that would make sense. "Look, can we talk about it later? I'm really tired right now," he started making his way to the kitchen.
âNo, don't you run away from me, Lee Heeseung,â you called after him, your voice tinged with anger as you followed him into the kitchen. âIâm done with the vague answers and the weird behavior. I want to know whatâs really going on!â
Heeseung stopped in his tracks, his hand gripping the counter's edge as he tried to keep his emotions in check. âI told you, itâs nothing; I'm just tired,â he muttered, not meeting your eyes.
âTired? Seriously? Thatâs all youâve got?â You stepped closer, your frustration boiling over. âYouâve been avoiding me for days, acting like Iâm some kind of stranger, and now youâre telling me itâs ânothingâ? What the fuck?â
Heeseung turned around to face you, his jaw clenched as he tried to find the right words, but they kept slipping away. âIâm sorry, okay? I didnât mean to hurt you, but I just⌠I canâtâŚ,â he trailed off, running a hand through his hair in frustration.
âYou canât what?â you pressed, your patience running thin. âWhatâs so horrible that you canât even look me in the eyes anymore?â
Heeseungâs frustration finally reached its breaking point. The tension, the guilt, the overwhelming desireâit all came crashing down at once. âIâve been avoiding you because every single time I lay my fucking eyes on you, I just want to fuck your brains out!â he snapped, the words spilling out before he could stop them.
The room fell into a heavy silence. Your eyes widened in shock, your mouth opening and closing as you tried to process what he had just said. Heeseung immediately regretted the outburst, the rawness of his confession hanging in the air like a storm cloud. He sighed deeply, cursing under his breath as he ran both hands through his hair, looking anywhere but at you.
âShit⌠I didnât mean for it to come out like that,â he muttered, his voice filled with a mixture of frustration and regret. âItâs just⌠itâs been driving me crazy. I had this dream, and it was so real, and ever since then, I canât stop thinking about you like that.â
You finally found your voice, though it was tinged with disbelief. âYouâve been avoiding me, acting like I donât exist, just because you had a sex dream about me?â
Heeseung nodded, his shoulders slumping as he braced himself for whatever you might say next. âYeah⌠I know it sounds messed up, but itâs true. And every time I see you, it just makes it worse. I didnât want to make things weird between us, but I ended up doing exactly that.â
You let out a laugh, but it was devoid of humor, more of an expression of sheer incredulity. âSo let me get this straight,â you said slowly, needing to confirm you werenât misunderstanding. âYouâve been avoiding me, treating me like Iâve got the plague, all because you want to fuck me?â
Heeseung winced at your bluntness, but he couldnât deny it. âYeah⌠Iâm sorry. I know itâs not fair to you. I didnât know how to deal with it.â
You shook your head, your emotions a chaotic mix of anger, frustration, and something else that you hadnât fully processed yet. âYou know, hee, you couldâve just asked,â you said, your voice carrying a hint of sarcasm.
Heeseung looked up at you, shocked, as if he hadnât heard you correctly. âWait, what?â
âYou couldâve just asked me,â you repeated, crossing your arms and looking him dead in the eye. âAnd I wouldnât have said no.â
For a moment, Heeseung just stared at you, his mind struggling to comprehend what you were saying. âYouâre kidding⌠right?â
âNo, Iâm not,â you replied, your tone steady and serious. âYouâve been making things weird all by yourself when you didnât have to. If youâd just been upfront with me instead of avoiding me, we couldâve dealt with this a lot sooner.â
Heeseung was at a loss for words. The idea that you might actually want him too had never seriously crossed his mind, not like this. âI⌠I didnât thinkâŚâ he started, then trailed off, still trying to wrap his head around it.
You sighed, a mix of exasperation and amusement coloring your expression. âWell, now you know. So what are you going to do about it?â
Heeseung swallowed hard, his heart pounding in his chest as he realized the door youâd just opened for him. The air between you was thick with tension, but this time it wasnât just from frustration or anger. It was something more, something that had been simmering beneath the surface for far too long.
He took a tentative step closer, his eyes locked on yours. âAre you sure?â he asked softly, needing to know that you were serious.
You nodded, your gaze steady and unwavering. âIâm sure, seungie. But only if youâre ready to stop running away and actually talk to me about whatâs going on in that head of yours.â
Heeseungâs breath hitched, his thoughts racing as he looked at you, really looked at you. The playful, teasing side of you, the warmth and care you always showed him, the way you were looking at him nowâit all made his desire for you flare even hotter.
âIâm done running,â he said quietly, but with conviction. âBut⌠can we take this slow? I donât want to screw things up.â
You smiled softly, the tension easing just a little. âSlow is good,â you agreed, stepping closer until you were just inches apart. âBut maybe, just this once, we can forget about slow?â
Heeseungâs pulse quickened, and with a shaky breath, he closed the remaining distance between you, his hand reaching out to gently cup your cheek. âYou have no idea how much Iâve wanted this,â he murmured, his voice low and filled with yearning.
âThen stop fucking talking and show me,â you whispered, your lips brushing against his as you finally closed the gap, giving in to the moment that had been building between you for far too long.
The moment your lips met, it was as if a dam had burst, releasing all the tension that had been building between you two for days. Heeseung wasted no time, his hands immediately finding your waist and pulling you flush against him. The warmth of his body against yours sent a shiver down your spine, and you gasped into the kiss, giving him the perfect opportunity to deepen it.
He took control, his lips moving over yours with a hunger that left you breathless. He tilted his head slightly, angling the kiss just right as his tongue slipped past your lips, exploring your mouth with a fervor that made your knees weak. You moaned softly, your hands sliding up to his shoulders, clinging to him as he backed you up against the kitchen counter.
The edge of the counter dug into your back, but you didnât care. All you could focus on was the way Heeseung was kissing you, his lips demanding, yet so incredibly soft against yours. He broke the kiss just long enough to murmur against your lips, âYou taste so fucking good,â before diving back in, his hands gripping your hips tighter as if he couldnât get enough of you.
You responded eagerly, matching his intensity as you kissed him back, your fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt. Heeseung pressed his body against yours, pinning you against the counter, the heat between you growing with every second. His hands roamed up your sides, brushing over your ribs before settling on your waist again, his touch sending sparks of electricity through your skin.
âFuck, you have no idea how much Iâve wanted this,â Heeseung muttered, his voice rough with desire as he broke the kiss for a moment, his forehead resting against yours as you both caught your breath.
âI think I have some idea,â you whispered back, your voice just as breathless as you stared up at him, your eyes half-lidded with want.
Heeseungâs eyes darkened at your words, and with a low growl, he claimed your lips again, his kiss more demanding this time. He pressed you harder against the counter, his hands sliding down to grip the backs of your thighs, lifting you slightly so you were perched on the edge. The movement made you gasp, and Heeseung took the opportunity to kiss down your jawline, his lips trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses along your neck.
You tilted your head back, giving him more access as he nipped at the sensitive skin just below your ear, his breath hot against your neck. âHeeâŚâ you moaned softly, your fingers threading through his hair, pulling him closer.
Heeseung groaned in response, the sound vibrating against your skin as he kissed his way back up to your lips. This time, the kiss was slower, more deliberate, but no less intense. He took his time, savoring the feel of your lips against his, his tongue teasing yours in a way that made your heart race.
You could feel the hard edge of the counter digging into your thighs, but it only added to the intensity of the moment. Heeseungâs hands were everywhere, exploring your body with a mixture of reverence and desperation, as if he was trying to commit every inch of you to memory. When his hands found their way under your shirt, brushing against your bare skin, you gasped, arching into his touch, a soft moan escaping from your lips.
"Look at you," he murmured, his voice thick and low. "All shy and putty in my hands, and I haven't even touched you." You shivered at his words, your hands clutching at his shirt as you tried to steady yourself. He kissed his way back to your ear, biting softly your earlobe. "What's the matter, baby? I thought you were the confident one," he smirked, his lips brushing against your ear.
You wanted to answer, but before you could, his lips found your sweet spot just below your ear, and a loud moan escaped from your lips. You could feel him smirk against your skin as he started nibbling and sucking that spot. You closed your eyes, your head tilting to the side to give him all the room he wanted to do whatever he wanted. "God, you're so sensitive," he murmured against your neck, his breath hot and rigged.
You whimpered, arching your back to press closer to him. "Hee, please..."
He chuckled softly, his fingers brushing lightly over your inner thighs, teasing you. "Please, what, baby?" Use your words."
You shivered at the pet name, your teeth capturing your lower lip to avoid any more moans slipping from your mouth. "Please, touch me," your voice came out more whiny than you intended, but at that point, you didn't even care.
His eyes darkened, and he captured your lips once again in a hard kiss. "Good girl," he murmured against your mouth, his hands slipping your shirt before finally pulling it over your head, revealing your bare chest to him. His hands immediately flew to your tits, caressing your nipples, rolling them between his fingers. "You're so fucking beautiful," he whispered, his lips trailing down your jawline. "So perfect for me."
Gathering your courage, you reached out, tugging at the hem of his shirt. He raised his arms, allowing you to pull it over his head and discard it on the floor. Your hands roamed over his toned torso, feeling the hard muscles beneath his skin. You marveled at the contrast of his strength and the gentle way he had been touching you moments before.
Heeseung's breath hitched as your fingers traced the lines of his abs, but he quickly regained his composure, his eyes locking onto yours with a predatory gleam. "Enjoying yourself?" he teased, his voice low and husky.
You nodded, unable to find your voice, your hands still exploring his body. Heeseung smirked, leaning in to capture your lips in another searing kiss. As he kissed you, one of his hands slipped between your legs, finding your core outside of your shorts. He hissed, finding you already wet and ready for him.
"You're so wet for me," he murmured against your lips, his fingers brushing over your sensitive folds. "I barely have to touch you, and you're already this fucking needy."
You whimpered, your hips bucking involuntarily as he teased you. "Heeseung, please," you begged, your voice trembling with need.
He finally took your shorts and panties off, his fingers finding your bare cunt. His index parted your folds, his eyes fixed on your face to catch every little reaction. Then, without a word, he slipped two fingers inside you, his thumb finding your clit. He started moving them roughly, setting a relentless pace as you gasped for air.
"Is that what you wanted, baby?" he asked, his voice a low growl as the wet sound of your pussy filled the kitchen.
"Fuck, yes, hee, just like that," you moaned, your hands gripping the edge of the counter for support.
His fingers curled inside you, hitting that perfect spot with every thrust. Your brain quickly turned to mush, and you found it increasingly difficult to form coherent thoughts, let alone sentences. Every time you tried to speak, it came out as a garbled moan.
"Fuck, look at you," Heeseung mocked gently, his eyes filled with a mix of adoration and amusement. "You're already a mess, and I'm just using my fingers. What are you going to do when I'll have my cock inside you, mmh?" You whined in response, your hole sucking him in even harder as you clenched around him. He smirked at that, his lips dropping beside your ear as he whispered. "You like the idea of my cock stretching your little hole, yeah?"
You let out a loud moan, your eyes closing shut as you threw your head back. Your body started to shake as he continued to work you over with his fingers. "You gonna cum for me, baby?" he whispered, his thumb circling your clit with increased pressure.
You nodded, not trusting your voice at that moment. And with a final rough thrust of his fingers, you shattered, your orgasm crashing over you like a tidal wave. You cried out his name, your body convulsing with pleasure as he continued to move his fingers inside you, drawing out every last bit of your release.
Heeseung smirked, watching you come undone beneath him. "So beautiful," he murmured, finally slowing his movements. "I love seeing you like this."
He looked at you, eyes filled with an insatiable hunger as he licked his fingers clean. You were still reeling from your orgasm, your body trembling with aftershocks when he suddenly knelt down in front of you, his hands gently parting your thighs.
"Hee, what are youâ" you began, but he silenced you with a heated look.
"I need to taste you," he murmured, his voice rough with desire. "I need to hear those beautiful little sounds you make, you can do that for me, right?."
Before you could respond, Heeseung's mouth was on you, his tongue parting your folds and delving into your sensitive cunt. You gasped, your hands flying to his hair as a surge of pleasure shot through you. His tongue moved with a skilled precision, flicking over your clit before dipping back down to slurp all your juices.
"Oh my god, Hee," you moaned, your head falling back as you surrendered to the sensations.
He groaned against you, the vibrations sending shivers up your spine. He was like a starved man, devouring you with an intensity that left you breathless. His hands gripped your thighs, holding you in place as he licked and sucked, his tongue exploring every inch of you. You'd never had someone eat you out like this before, so focused, so determined to bring you pleasure. Heeseung's mouth was relentless, his tongue circling your clit before sucking it gently, making you cry out in ecstasy.
"You're so sweet," he murmured between licks, his voice filled with admiration. "So perfect."
Your fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer as you rode the waves of pleasure he was giving you. "Fuck, please don't stop," you begged, your voice a mix of desperation and bliss.
Heeseung's response was a deep, guttural moan, his tongue moving faster, more insistently. He was already addicted to your taste, the way your body responded to his every touch. Your moans and whimpers were music to his ears, driving him to push you further, to see just how much pleasure he could give you.
Heeseung's hands moved from your thighs to your hips, lifting you slightly to get a better angle. His tongue plunged deeper, his nose brushing against your clit, sending electric shocks through your entire body.
"Oh, God, hee!" you cried out, your back arching off the counter as you felt another orgasm building rapidly. "I'm so-so close."
Heeseung groaned again, his mouth working more fervently, his tongue lashing against your most sensitive spots. "Come for me, baby," he murmured against you, his voice a low, sultry command. "I want to taste you when you come."
That was all it took. With a final, desperate cry, you came undone, your body shuddering violently as waves of pleasure crashed over you. Heeseung didn't stop, his mouth continuing to work you through your orgasm, drinking in every moan, every whimper.
You were a quivering mess, your mind blank with ecstasy as Heeseung finally pulled back, his lips glistening with your arousal. He looked up at you, his eyes dark and filled with satisfaction. He stood up, his hands firmly gripping your hips, and you could see the raw need in his gaze. He tugged at his sweatpants and boxers, hastily pushing them down in one go, and your breath hitched when you saw him. He was big, and your mouth watered at the sight of him.
"Fuck," you whispered, eyes wide with a mix of desire and apprehension.
He noticed your reaction, a smirk playing on his lips. "Like what you see?" he teased, his confidence bolstered by your response.
You nodded, your voice barely above a whisper. "You're... you're so big, Hee."
Heeseung's smirk widened, and he leaned in to kiss you deeply, his hands trailing down to position himself at your entrance. "Don't worry, baby. I'll make it fit," he murmured against your lips, his voice dripping with promise.
You bit your lip, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness. "Are you sure? I don't know if..."
Heeseung's hand cupped your cheek, his thumb brushing over your lips. "I'm sure," he said softly, his eyes locking with yours. "I'll go slow at first. Just tell me if it hurts, okay?"
You nodded, your heart racing as he began to push inside you. The initial stretch was intense, and you gasped, your hands clutching his shoulders. Heeseung moved slowly, inch by inch, giving you time to adjust to his size.
"You're doing so well," he whispered, his voice strained with the effort of holding back. "Just relax for me, baby."
You took a deep breath, willing your body to relax as he continued to slide into you. The sensation was overwhelming, but the look of pure desire and care in his eyes made you feel safe. Finally, he was fully seated inside you, and he paused, giving you a moment to adjust.
"God, you feel so good," he groaned, his forehead resting against yours. "So tight."
You whimpered, your body clinging to him, feeling so full. "You're so big, seungie."
He kissed you softly, his hands caressing your sides. "Just tell me when you're ready, baby."
After a few moments, the initial discomfort began to fade, replaced by a deep, aching need. "I'm ready," you whispered, your voice trembling with anticipation.
Heeseung's eyes darkened, and he pulled back slightly before thrusting into you with a powerful, rough stroke. You cried out, your hands gripping his shoulders for support. "F-fuck," you moaned, the intensity of his movements sending shockwaves of pleasure through you.
He set a brutal pace, his hips pounding into yours. "You like that?" he growled in your ear, his voice rough and filled with desire. "You like being fucked like this?"
"Yes, f-fuck," you gasped, your mind going blank with pleasure. "So good. So fucking good."
Heeseung's lips trailed down your neck, his teeth grazing your skin. "You're mine," he murmured, his voice possessive. "Only mine. Say it."
"Only yours," you echoed, your voice barely more than a whimper.
"Good girl," he praised, his hands gripping your hips harder as he pounded into you. "You're taking me so well."
You could barely form coherent thoughts, let alone words. Every thrust pushed you closer to the edge, and you felt yourself spiraling out of control. "Heeseung, I... I can't..."
Heeseung's hand slipped between your bodies, his fingers finding your clit and rubbing it in time with his thrusts. "Come for me, baby," he commanded, his voice a low growl. "I want to feel you come around my cock."
With a final, desperate cry, you shattered, your orgasm crashing over you with a force that left you trembling and gasping for breath. Heeseung followed soon after, his own release hitting him hard as he buried himself deep inside you, groaning your name.
As the waves of pleasure subsided, Heeseung held you close, his forehead resting against yours. "That was fucking incredible," he whispered, his voice filled with awe.
You smiled weakly, still catching your breath.Heeseung chuckled softly, his hands gently caressing your sides. "We should definitely do this more often."
You laughed, your heart swelling with affection for him. "I think I'd like that."
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Competent things that Jason Todd does that I find extremely hot:
Driving with one hand/putting a hand on the back of the passenger seat when he reverses.
Is able to reload a gun without stopping a conversation or looking away from you.
He's really good at darts. Impeccable aim. I'm all over him.
Has amazing balance. This is especially evident when you're on the train. Jason always stands to leave seats for others. If you stand with him, he not only can balance himself, but if you're wobbly, Jason will very easily hold you in place with a hand on your back or hip.
He's good at fixing things. Knows exactly what to get from Home Depot. He's that Ron Swanson "I know more than you" moment.
Very aware of his surroundings which results in things like tugging you gently so you don't bump into anyone or anything. Does this without breaking conversation, of course.
Good at undressing you or dressing you. Not necessarily in a sexual way, just that Jason is observant enough to know your routine and style. He knows what jewelry or accessories you wear and he'll put them on you. He'll put your shoes on for you. Zip up your dress or pants or button your blouse. Tie the sashes on your clothes. And he's just as good at getting your clothes off, especially when you're too tired.
Is good at navigating. Can read a map easily. Has a sharp sense of direction. Sometimes gives directions like "you'll go three miles west" and you have to give him a look because what the hell is he talking about? You're not a compass...
He remembers faces and names well. Jason has a good memory in general. He needs it for what he does.
Jason is just really smart! The way he lives enables him to meet a lot of different people and be exposed to a lot of different cultures and places. Jason would be good at navigating a foreign country, for example. If you were on vacation he'd know where to eat, what areas to visit, how to talk to the locals, etc.
Jason speaks a lot of languages. He's good at figuring out puzzles or decoding linguistic clues. He's a voracious reader. Knowledge is power for Jason.
If you're eating somewhere that isn't sit-down (e.g., Chipotle) Jason knows your order and will order for you. He urges you to sit and let him bring food to you. It makes him feel wanted.
An obvious one is that Jason's good in the field. He's good in combat. You've only witnessed this a few times because Jason doesn't like fighting in front of you. But the way Jason wields his body or weapons and fluidly disarms or restrains someone is hot as fuck! You're all over him on those nights (Jason doesn't understand why).
Jason is super protective but he does it in a way that's not posturing. He doesn't have an ego about it. But if he sees that you or someone nearby feels unsafe, he'll stand there and put himself between you and the danger. Yelling or fighting isn't his first choice. Jason's confident and competent enough that he knows how to deescalate without raising his voice. I need him so bad.
Strong man lifts stuff teehee! Jason very easily can carry your groceries or assemble furniture or even move you around. Like if Jason's coming to sit on the couch and watch a movie with you, he'll move you so he can sit with you atop him. It always flusters you and it always makes you want to paw at him rather than watch the movie <3
When he gets more comfortable in your relationship, Jason does little touches that, to you, sort of establish dominance without him meaning to. That is, Jason pets you a little and you melt. Usually it's from a hand on your thigh while you're sitting. Or him touching the small of your back or putting an arm around your waist. It makes you giddy how easily Jason touches you.
Sometimes you'll purposely make Jason take a plate or towel from you because he gets so focused when he's trying to get something from you. It makes you feel hunted in a sexy way. Before you can blink, Jason's got the plate. You don't even know how it happens, how he moves so fast and takes things without a struggle. Reminders of Jason's easy strength and agility are also very hot.
NSFW: Jason is really good at making you cum. The thing about Jason is that when he wants to do something well, he won't stop practicing until he hones the skill. So when it comes to pleasing you in bed, Jason puts in the work until it comes very naturally to him. He is particularly dexterous with his fingers and gets annoyingly good at making you squirm and whine.
Somewhat NSFW: Jason's really fucking clever. Sometimes this results in him getting cocky or teasing you a bit. Never in a mean way. But an example is if you're secretly reading a smutty book, Jason will find out no matter how careful you are. And he will be so damn smug about figuring things out. If he sees that you get flustered when he's outwitted you, forget it. Jason will absolutely take advantage. đ
Above all, the hottest thing by far is that for the majority of these things, Jason isn't even aware of how attractive he is. To him, it's just stuff he knows how to do or behaviors that come naturally to him. He's not trying to show off or be hot and that only makes him hotter đ¤
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Pucking Rookie V
Read Pucking Rookie here | ~5.9k words
From me: this is almost entirely a filler episode.
Warnings: fluff. nauseating fluff. Jealous MC. Cute vulnerable moments.
Summary: Harry is determined to break her walls down even if he has to do it slowly.
Harry didnât force her to move out (yet) even though he wanted her to. But he spent a lot more time on the bad side of town now that he beat up Kael. Michael ogled over the pretty car he left with her. âIf you donât sleep with him, I will,â he muttered around a drag of his cigarette when she first parked it in front of their building.
âGet in line!â Marc shouted from the doorway waiting for her to enter.
She rolled her eyes. Fortunately, Harry was a few minutes behind her, so he didnât hear their crass thoughts. âGreat game, man,â Michael nodded.
âYeah! You were close to getting a shirt-trick!â
Harry chuckled, putting his hand on her lower back as she covered her eyes. âYouâre embarrassing me, Marc. Itâs a hat-trick.â
âClose enough,â he shrugged.
âItâs notââ
âThanks, mate,â Harry laughed and nudged her forward cutting her off from rebuking Marc. Harry liked the guys in her apartment well enough, but he wanted her to himself in the privacy of the apartment that smelled just like her. In whatever way he could have her, which meant just being friends.
When they got to her place, she went to her dresser and pulled out a set of clothes and headed for the bathroom without another word. Harry looked through the photos spread on her counter. The same ones from her series that she was already insisting on would never be.
He looked through the other photos too. The ones on the fridge and wall (his still centered right above the water and ice dispenser) her talent was incredible. He heard the shower turn on and then the door opened immediately. âDo you want to shower?â She asked tossing her clothes in the hamper. Instead of her normal rink outfit, she was wearing a pair of leggings and T-shirt.
âWith you? Of course, Rookie,â he didnât look up because he knew that line of thinking was dangerous, and he didnât want her to get mad at him. She snorted.
âGo,â she rolled her eyes with a sigh. He wrapped his arm around her waist and kissed her cheek sloppily. âGross youâre all sweaty!â She shoved him.
âManly,â he tugged his sweatshirt off and tossed it at her.
While Harry showered, she busied herself making tea and organizing items for tomorrow. She knocked on the door to give Harry a set of sweats he left the last time he was over. âYâjoining me?â He asked excitedly.
âLeaving clothes for you to change in to,â she opened the door briefly and set them on the sink counter without looking inside.
âBreak mâheart, Rookie,â he sighed and continued showering.
She shook her head with a smirk. Harry was funny, adorable, sexy, and sweet in a way that should have been illegal because it was just not fighting fair. She wasnât going to fall in love with another hockey player. Not one that was one of the top names in the league. Instead, she admired the pictures she took of him. How handsome he looked, the defined jawline, the way his hair curled with sweat. His smile, the dimples. âHey Rookie, do yâhave deodorant in here?â
Oh God, this was too domestic. She should have suggested driving to his place. At least there she had her own guest room to create a boundary. Albeit an arbitrary, dumb boundary that did next to nothing. âIn the drawer beneath the sink,â she answered.
She shivered slightly in her freezing apartment but refused to turn the heat on. She grabbed the sweatshirt on the back of the couch to put on over her T-shirt. The tea was almost ready, and Harry exited the bathroom. He came around silently and tugged the hem of the sweatshirt. âLooks nice on you,â he mumbled and smoothed his hand down her back. She didnât realize she had grabbed the very sweatshirt Harry had tossed at her. She shivered again and stepped away from him.
âStop it.â
âStop what?â His smile was anything but innocent.
She shook her head and elbowed him out of her way, before heading to the couch with her cup of tea. Harry followed her with his own cup of tea. He pulled her legs into his lap, placed a blanket on top of them, and then ran his hand up and down her shin. âYâknow, Rookie, yâdonât have tâmake all these boundaries. Mânot going tâpush you.â
âTheyâre for me,â she reminded him and focused on finding a show to watch before she inevitably fell asleep on the sofa.
âI know,â he sighed and sipped his own drink. His hair was still damp, and his soft curls fell a little awkwardly around his pretty face. âBut mânot gonna hurt you... Would rather die than hurt you,â he gave her leg a squeeze.
âI know,â she mumbled.
He grinned. âGood. Mâglad yâknow that. That makes me happy.â
With the show selected, she set her tea on the coffee table and shifted in her spot. âI think the Wolves might be the most chauvinistic, most terrible team in the league,â she reached for a throw pillow, rotated until her head laid in his lap. He put one hand on her side and rubbed it gently.
âI couldnât agree more,â he murmured and pressed a kiss to the top of her head.
She yawned and sighed. âYou smell good.â
âSâyour deodorant,â he reminded her.
âI know, thatâs why you smell good.â
He chuckled, shook his head, and sipped his tea again.
*
The team took up the entire airport bar. Or at least most of the team. Callie and Asher were among the hungover from the night before, so that group stayed at the gate with their eyes closed. They were within view of the bar so at least there wouldnât be any issues, and the rest of the team could jump at a momentâs notice to help them out. She was seated beside Lang and showing him the pictures she took of last night's game. They were heading back home after a three-day stint going through a series of away games in the same vicinity the first. The guys were exhausted from traveling and only getting to a hotel for no more than one night at a time. All that travel, with all their stuff, was exhausting. She was exhausted too. A lot of the media posts needed to be out each night by a certain time. Submissions for the news outlets had to be in by midnight for the following morning. She felt tired and hadnât even strained her body the way they had. As such, she didnât have a drink at the bar, merely some coffee to try and get her mind to work a little faster for the plane trip home.
She sat on one leg to lean over Lang while looking at the photos on her camera screen.
âHey Sweetheart, do you want a drink?â Niall called a ways down the bar. She shook her head.
âThank you, though.â
âAre you sure? Harryâs buying!â
âOh yeah?â She smiled and looked at number eleven with a grin. âLose a bet?â
He rolled his eyes. âIf yâwant a drink mâpaying,â he shrugged. She wondered if he would pay for her just because (even if he didn't lose a bet)
âIâll take you up on that.â
Her head snapped up unwillingly. A pretty girl stood beside Harryâs seat. She had long hair that didnât have a single strand popping off her scalp in a mess of frizz. Her smile was stunning, practically blindingly beautiful. Her makeup was flawless and expertly applied. She didnât look exhausted from days of travel. She garnered the attention of every pair of eyes on the team.
Including hers.
âOh... hi,â Harry said standing quickly. âDo yâwant tâsit?â He asked.
Her chest flamed with jealousy. She looked back at her camera and sat on the seat hoping to make herself smaller beside Lang. Thankful for the big hockey player beside her and he blocked most of the visual of their interaction. If only Callie and Asher were sitting beside her too so she wouldnât have to hear them talk. Although she imagined even if they were around her making their jokes, they too would have been stunned to silence by the beautiful woman sitting by Harry.
âHe doesnât like her,â Lang murmured quietly in her ear. She felt a flare of hope warm her body. Then the doubt took over, she shook her head.
âDoesnât matter,â she shrugged hoping her voice didnât betray her with how shitty it felt. In an attempt to distract herself further, she put her camera back in the bag. âHeâs not mine.â
Lang snorted, then chuckled under his breath. âSure Sweetheart, sure.â
At that moment her phone vibrated, which supplied her with the distraction she needed from feeling like shit watching Harry. Do you want me to boot and rally to flirt with you? Make Harry jealous?
No thank you, Callie. That seems like a bad idea. For a lot of reasons.
I do nt meed to rhrrow uyp. I c sann f;lirt. with yoou righht n ow. I kjust ca nt open m. y eeyes m. uch.
Thank you Asher, thatâs alright. Itâs not a big deal. He can flirt with whoever he wants.
You know he WANTS to flirt with you, right?
She didnât respond to Callie because it was just making her grumpy to think about it. âHey Sweetheart, are you still going to the little convenience store? Can you grab me something to read for the flight?â Niall asked. She was too tired to think about moving but she was grateful for another attempted distraction. Harry was clearly engrossed in his conversation with the pretty woman. At least he was kind to speak quietly.
âYeah, I was just going,â she stood up and reached in her purse to pay for her coffee. âItâs all set, Sweetheart,â Lang assured her. He took her camera bag off her shoulder. âIâll watch this with my life. Just go,â he winked.
âThanks Cap,â she smiled.
âUgh, Styles is a lucky man,â he grumbled as he hoisted the bag on his shoulder.
She scurried away feeling infinitely better as she walked further away from the pretty woman and the equally pretty hockey player. There was no right to feel jealous. Harry wasnât her boyfriend. He didnât owe her anything. He could talk to any woman he wanted, and it didnât have to affect her.
But it didnât mean that it didnât affect her.
She was looking at books for Niall hoping to find something she would want to read in case he didnât like her fake selection. Then she moved onto the snacks looking for a way to eat the emotions she was feeling. Stupid Harry and his stupid pretty face. She couldnât even blame the woman because Harry was so pretty it seemed inhumane to not flirt with him. She was the weird one. Not letting him in and not letting him be her boyfriend because why? She was stubborn. Didnât want to get hurt again.
Harry wouldnât hurt her, right? Not intentionally. Granted she never really imagined Kael hurting her either. Not cheating on her, anyway.
The exhaustion was getting to her. Her mind spinning aimlessly trying to make sense of her own thoughts seemed next to impossible. Harry was handsome, charming, talented, and overall perfect. Of course, a woman he knew would flirt with him because he was in town. They didnât have a game the next day, maybe he would stay.
âRookie.â
She continued looking at snacks, picking up the chocolate covered pretzels that were so overpriced she wouldnât have gotten them even if she was starving. But her jealous heart wanted chocolate. âOh hi,â she mumbled. âDo you want something?â
âNo, Rookie,â he came over to her and put a hand on her back. It felt warm and safe, and she practically melted into his touch instantly. âAre yâalright?â
She nodded. âCourse. Iâm just tired.â
âAre yâsure?â
âWhy would anything be wrong, Harry?â
He pressed his lips together and shrugged. âYâgot up in a hurry.â
âMm... well, the flightâs going to be boarding soon. We should probably get back actually,â she turned for the register.
âRookie,â his voice was gentle.
âAnything else?â The cashier asked.
âThatâs it,â she tapped her phone to the payment kiosk, but it declined. Of course. She closed her eyes and turned her face to the ceiling. Pain behind her eyes started to ensue. From unshed tears or a coming headache, she wasnât sure. Either way she sighed deeply, hoping the ground would swallow her whole.
âHere, I have itââ
âHarry, stop it.â
âRookie, just let me pay for it so we can go backââ
âForget it,â she abandoned all her items and headed back for the gate.
âRookie, Jesus!â He shouted. She was already half way back to the gate before he caught up to her (the bag of items she left behind surely paid for by him in hand). Some of the team was already boarding. She grabbed her camera from Lang without so much as pausing and cut the front of the line (not that anyone minded), and headed down the tunnel to the plane. âRookie, stop it,â he grumbled.
Callie had a seat open next to him, his head resting against the wall beside the closed window and she flopped into the seat beside him. He opened one eye briefly and smiled. âHi, Sweetheart.â
âGet out of this row,â Harry snapped. His voice was closer but slightly out of breath. He must have been hustling down the boarding bridge and she felt bad because sure, she was mad (not even at him) but he was tired too.
âHarry, Iâm notââ
âNot you. Callie, get up.â
âHarry, heâs not feeling welââ
âHeâs fine. Calloway.â
âStyles, Iâm going to throw up,â he moaned.
âAnd sheâs not taking care of yâthe whole flight. Get up.â
Callie groaned and hauled himself out of the seat into another empty row a couple seats behind. Almost instantly, she tried to get out of the row but once Callie passed, Harry blocked her. âSit down, Rookie,â he ordered.
âQuit being so bossyââ
He didnât move. Eventually she sighed, and Harry waited until she was seated in Callieâs now empty seat. Harry sat beside her almost triumphantly. She fiddled with her seat settings and air settings all while ignoring Harry. âRookie,â he said sweetly. âCâmon Rookie, talk tâme.â
âAbout what, Harry?â she rubbed her eyes. âIâm exhausted. Youâre exhausted. Just let me sleep on your hard, uncomfortable shoulder so I can complain more when we land.â
Harry sighed, shook his head. âHereâs your bag of stuff,â he plopped it on her tray table.
âThank you,â she mumbled and sorted it quickly. She tucked the bag of chocolate-covered pretzels that she knew she put back before Harry got there into the back of the seat in front of her. âNiall,â she called quietly.
âYeah, Sweetheart?â His voice came from in front of her and she tapped on the shoulder of the person in front of her.
âI think youâll like that one,â she told him as the book was passed forward.
âSounds good, Sweetheart, thank you!â
She had no idea why he was thanking her when he was the one that had her go get the book as a distraction from the jealousy she was feeling. She ignored Harryâs stare, warm on the side of her face while she got settled. Harry put the neck pillow around him and pulled a blanket from his carry-on before clipping himself into his seat.
The pair of them sat in silence during the safety demonstration and the takeoff information. She gripped the arm rest tight as they took off and Harry gently pried her fingers from the plastic and cupped her hand in his. Softly he squeezed it and brought it to his lips to give the back of her knuckles a kiss. Her heart softened and she felt idiotic for feeling so jealous. Tears pricked her eyes overwhelmed with too many emotions that didnât make sense, all exacerbated by how tired she was.
Quietly, she sniffled. So softly that she didnât think Harry had heard it even though her head now rested on his muscular shoulder that wasnât like a pillow at all. The hum of the planeâs engines surely drowned out any emotion she was feeling and therefore any noise she was making. But after a moment, Harry carefully coaxed her head down until her ear rested against his heart. The arm near her draped around her and his lips brushed softly against her earlobe. With the other hand he pulled the neck pillow from him and dropped it to his lap to keep her propped up.
âRookie,â he hummed quietly into her ear. âI donât like her. I would never want tâmake yâjealous. Yâknow that. I cut all that stuff off,â he reminded her. âMâsorry you were upset. I was only being polite and nothing more. Mâsorry weâre both tired,â his voice was so quiet and warm. It ached her in a way couldnât describe all over her tired body. âYouâre the only woman I think âbout, Rookie. Yâhave nothing tâbe jealous of whether weâre a couple or not,â he promised. âMâgonna wait as long as yâneed,â tears spilled from her eyes because his reassurance was so sweet and so unnecessary. She didnât deserve that. She didnât deserve some hot hockey player to denounce all women for her. They werenât a couple, and he shouldnât have to worry about making her jealous. She sniffled a little louder. âDonât cry, Rookie. Yâbreaking mâheart,â his other hand found her cheek and brushed his thumb along her skin until it wiped away a tear or two.
âShe was so pretty, Harry.â
âYouâre beautiful, Bunny.â
âShe doesnât look poor.â
âMoney isn't anything.â
âShe looked like she belonged with you.â
âYou are the one I want.â
Her lip trembled and she tried to keep the tears from breaking out further into a loud, noisy sob that would make the whole team wonder what was happening to her. âGo to sleep, Bunny. I got you,â he promised quietly. His fingers combed softly at her hair and not even the thought of her uncle seeing her snuggled in Harryâs lap was enough to move her from her comfy spot.
âI wonât have anything to complain about if I donât lay on your shoulder,â she whispered, covering the small sniffle with her words.
Harry chuckled. âMâsure youâll find something tâcomplain âbout, Rookie.â
*
It was a rare weekend that the team didnât have any games. It was the perfect weekend for working a double at Louisâ on Friday and Saturday. Friday went off without a hitch, she made great tips, the guys kept her entertained, and she didnât feel utterly exhausted when she got home at two in the morning.
Harry came in on Saturday right around four when the second half of her shift was starting. âWhat are you doing here? I thought you guys were having a watch party of the games or something.â She quirked an eyebrow at him and scanned him briefly as he was dressed much too nicely for The Locker Room.
âCome with me,â he smiled and tilted his head toward the exit.
She snorted. âVery kidnappy of you, Styles. Iâm working,â she rolled her eyes delivering drinks to the table in front of her. âNot all of us have a talent that makes millions of dollars a year.â
âHarry Styles,â the man at the table gaped as she set the drink down.
Harry waved and nodded at the fan but continued following her. Harry chuckled. âI already told Louis mâtaking you.â
âBut the tips tonight, Harry. I wonâtââ
âI will pay you myself, Rookie. Letâs go,â he ordered.
âWhy are you dressed like that? Itâs not game day.â He glanced down at his all-black outfit. Button down, suit coat, slacks, and shoes. âIâm not going on a date with you,â she said.
âIâll go!â A woman called from nearby. She huffed out and rolled her eyes. Harry chuckled at his favorite jealous lady.
âDonât remind me, but sânot a date, Rookie. Jusâ come with me. Sâa surprise.â
âI canât go in this uniform.â
âIf yâmake more of a fuss yâwonât have time tâchange. Mâtrying tâget yâhome with enough time tâput on something more upscale.â
âI donât have upscale clothes, Harry. Not anymore. I had to sell most of them.â
Harry figured as much. When the team had fancier events, she had one dress that she wore, it was stunning and made her look like a princess. It was a royal blue that made the flush of her skin look utterly intoxicating, but as such it didnât take long for Harry to notice it might be the only dress she had for fancy events. âI bought you something.â
âWell, now I really donât want to go.â
âYouâre a piece of work, Rookie,â he sighed, shaking his head. âCan yâjus come with me?â
She paused slightly at the bar as she got a tray of water situated for the next table. âIs it super expensive?â She asked, leaning against the bar.
âI got it on saleâalmost killed me. I was told I could return it even if yâwear it,â Harry rolled his eyes.
âWhat color?â
âBlack, so we match. And everyone will know youâre with me.â
âYouâre possessive,â she shook her head. But her cheeks felt warm knowing how much she liked the idea.
âOnly âbout you, Rookie,â he winked. âCâmon.â
*
Harry hurried to her side of the car and helped her out of the seat. The dress fit her perfectly. It didnât quite touch the floor and hugged her like a second skin. She was gorgeous before she put on the dress. There wasnât a word to describe how she looked with it on. Harry was nearly speechless as he handed his keys to the valet, and they approached the building. âStyles,â he told the man at the door. He checked them off a list and were ushered inside.
âWhat is this?â She asked.
Harry shrugged and held his arm out for her to take. Fortunately, she did. âJusâ something I saw, thought yâwould want tâsee,â he steered her toward the entrance to the room on the right of the entry way. A line of people meandered as they walked into the spacious venue. A man at the threshold offered them each a glass of wine, Harry handed one to her and then held his own.
âIs this... a gallery?â She blinked.
âYes,â he smiled. âI saw an event for it on Instagram. I figured we had the night off,â he shrugged.
She smiled. âThatâs really sweet, thank you Harry. This is nice,â she admitted and gave his arm a gentle squeeze. Harry was grateful that she liked his surprise. âI think Iâm not quite up to snuff. My hair and makeup should have been a little bit... more done up for this place.â
âYâlook perfect, Rookie. Seriously. Prettier than all the art on the walls,â he winked at her. She laughed softly and shook her head at him. âTell me âbout the stuff yâsee. I like art, but mânot sure what mâsupposed to be seeing,â he murmured to her.
Harry could feel her grinning beside him. She was so pretty in her element. She was gorgeous all dolled up, but Harry really did prefer her in his jersey. Or even her regular rink outfit. Thatâs where he thought she was prettier than anything else. âAnother lesson?â She asked.
âThink yâowe me one for the skating lessons, yeah? I know how tâmake hot chocolate now.â
âYou can see whatever you want to see, Harry. Thatâs the beauty of art. Itâs individualized.â
âYeah... but I know thereâs supposed tâbe a purposeâartist intent or whatever, right?â He may have Googled some lingo over the last couple days in anticipation of taking her. She smirked.
âYes...â she smiled. âAlright, but you have to tell me what you see before I give you the lowdown,â she shrugged.
The place was filled with beautiful art. Photos, paintings, sculptures. There was a multitude of media and an abundance of people. There was a quiet humming from people milling about. If Harry received any stares from being recognized, he didnât acknowledge them. For a while it was just the two of them, eating small yummy hors dâoeuvres, sipping wine, and giggling quietly about the artwork.
âWhatâs your favorite so far?â She asked.
As the night wore on, Harry continued to fall harder and harder for how passionate she was about all things art. The way she spoke about photos, color, angles, and perspective had him in awe. She was so interesting. Undeniably knowledgeable. The way she viewed a painting in multiple ways at once was fascinating.
âOh, I donât know, Rookie. Thereâs so much talent here. Mânot sure I could choose. Whatâs yours?â
âI loved the beachscapes over there,â she tilted her head toward the other side of the room where a series of photos capturing the same spot of a beach over the course of a year lined a section of the wall. âThe beach is so pretty.â
âMm,â he hummed. âAre you hungry for more than these little bites?â
âAre you asking me out?â
âAlways, Rookie. Yâdonât have tâkid âbout that.â
She smirked. âWe could stop and get takeout on the way home?â She offered.
He nodded with a smile. âAre you having fun?â He asked.
âTons, thank you. This is really lovely.â
Harry smiled proudly. âYâknow, Rookie, love, yâshould work in a museum giving tours.â
She smirked sadly. âIt doesnât pay well, but that would be the dream. Or to own a studio,â she shrugged.
âA studio,â he repeated.
âYeah. Something for people to create. Host gallery nights like this,â she sighed dreamily. âMy family was a little skeptical of my art degree. Iâm in my suffering artist phase right now,â she explained.
Harry opened his mouth to speak again but before he could respond his name was shouted from across the room. âHarry Styles!â
âEven at an art gallery with people who mostly know next to nothing about hockey, there are people who know you,â she shook her head in disbelief and sipped her wine. Harry chuckled, took her hand in place of it remaining on his arm and tugged her alongside him.
âMr. Howard,â Harry nodded. âPleasure to see you,â he used his freehand to shake. âThis is my friend, Charlieâs niece,â he gestured introducing her and she was surprised to hear him say friend. She figured Harry was apt to make a girlfriend joke. But she didnât recognize the man so perhaps he wouldnât have taken kindly to Harryâs antics. âMr. Howard owns the Polar Bears team,â Harry explained.
âNice to meet you. Youâre having a great season. I thought it was a shame Ray and Charlie didnât steal Damon Winters before you got him in the draft. He's going to do extremely well over the next few years,â she said sweetly, releasing Harryâs hand to shake as well. However, the second she let go of his hand it felt twenty times colder than the ice rink and she regretted it. Harry couldnât help it, he smiled with pride of his cute crush who knew so much about hockey and looked like a model. She was the entire package and Harry was lucky to be standing beside her.
The older man chuckled his eyebrows rose in surprise. âIâll be sure to tell Charlie all about how he should have you on the scouting team the next time I see him... I figured you must be the star of the show,â the older man smiled sweetly. âWe were just discussing who was going to go home with your work.â
She tilted her head and blinked in confusion. âIâm sorry, Mr. Howard, you must have me mistaken with someone else. I donât have work in this show.â
âSo modest,â he smirked. âHarry, you saw it, right?â
âUh... yeah,â he chuckled awkwardly and put a hand on her lower back, the warmth returning instantly. âWe hadnât made it over tâthat side of the show yet,â he smirked. She turned to look at Harry, in utter surprise.
âWhat are youââ
âOh, I wonât spoil the fun, then. Nice to meet you, love. Harry, try not to take out my whole team next week,â he smiled and sauntered the other way.
âWhatâs he talking about?â
âOh, who knows,â Harry shrugged.
âHarry, stop it. Seriously.â
âSânot a big deal, Rookie.â
âWhat did he mean my stuff was in the show?â
Harry sighed and sipped the last of his drink. âI may have... submitted your hockey series.â
âYou what?!â She pulled away from him and turned so they were looking at one another head on. Her eyes were wild but beautiful. Her face froze in surprise. âWhyâhow didâwhen...? Harry! What did you do?â
âWell, I did see this gallery on Instagram. I reached out and asked if they were taking submissions. They said it depended on the quality, to be honest. Itâs not exactly amateur hour here.â
âHarry my stuff is amatââ
He ignored her and interrupted before she could finish her incorrect thought. âI sent a couple from the series and they immediately wanted to put it up,â Harry continued. âSâno big deal. Yâhad it all numbered, I jusâ needed tâprint it and put it in frames. I brought some of your extras too because they liked the idea so much. Then I jusâ invited some people I know in the league.â
She put a hand to her mouth. âHarry...â
âAre you mad?â He asked in shock. âRookie, Iâm sorry. I didnât mean tâupset you. I jusâ wanted tâshow yâhow talented you are. But yâwonât take mâword for it. Thought if yâsaw how much people loved it that didnât know you, yâwould believe me. Believe in yourself.â
âWhere is it?â She whispered. Her eyes turned glossy, and Harry felt like shit for making her upset.
âRookie, Iâm sorââ
âWhere?â
âItâs right overââ He gestured vaguely to the left of the room. She marched over in her pretty shoes. Harry followed after her feeling like a dick for doing it without her permission. In his head, she was going to be overjoyed. Happy. Harry sucked at predicting her emotions. This was almost as bad as making her unintentionally jealous.
âCharlie is lucky to have a talented niece like you on the team to take pictures like this,â was the first thing he heard as he approached.
âAre you selling this? It would look great in the entrance of the rink.â
âThe Chargers should pay you more.â
âDo you want to come work for The Titans? Weâll pay you more.â
Behind the Bench from Behind the Lens was typed neatly in bold and on the frame to the left of the group of photos that constituted as her series. The eye followed it naturally, from the locker room to the empty rink, to the pile of ice. The scoreboard. All of it flowing beautifully like it was a dance.
She thanked everyone for their compliments. She gave out her number, happy to sell her pictures. Each person barely noticed Harryâs presence as she networked and looked at her photos in awe. âCharlie couldnât make it?â Mr. Howard asked.
âIt was a spur of the moment decision,â Harry shrugged finally reminding the people he knew from work of his presence.
âOh Harry, I forgot you were here,â he chuckled. âSheâs talented, hmm?â
âExtremely,â Harry put his hand on her back again as he gushed proudly over her. Not that it was his job to do so or his right, but it wasnât going to stop him from doing so. âThank you for coming.â
âIâm not really an art gallery kind of man, but my wife happened to see the pictures you sent and said they were stunning,â he smiled. âYouâve got quite the eye, love.â
âThank you,â she said, her voice full of gratitude.
As soon as Mr. Howard left, Harry caught the arm of a caterer. Before she could ask him more questions about how he got her work in the show. âExcuse me, Miss,â Harry asked the waitress carrying a tray around. âWould yâmind taking a couple of pictures for us?â
âOf course!â The woman smiled taking Harryâs phone. âThese photos are stunning. Did you do them?â She asked.
âShe did,â Harry wrapped an arm around her waist pulling her toward him. âSmile, Rookie. I know yâdonât get in front of the camera much,â he smirked. The waitress was kind to take several shots of the pair of them. It felt nice to hold her like she was all hers. He enjoyed making her feel like she was a star because she was.
After several photos and more praise from onlookers, the gallery was finishing up. As everyone started to leave, other artists were taking their items off the wall. Harry stood beside her, gazing at her work as they had looked at everyone elseâs. âTell me, Rookie,â he whispered softly. âWhat are we looking at?â
She swallowed. âUm... You first.â
âI see love in a sport thatâs violent.â
âLove is pretty violent sometimes,â she whispered back.
Harry turned to look at her as she gazed at her own photos. The awe on her face was priceless. Harry wished he had his own fancy camera to capture how perfect she looked. âLove isnât violent, Bunny. Maybe the way it feels inside is violent. But love isnât supposed to be violent.â
âYou put pictures in an art gallery for me,â her eyes filled with tears. She put a hand to her chest. Her pretty elegant chest draped in a black fabric from a dress that Harry bought for her (on sale) so they could match and because he knew she would hate an expensive one.
âI think youâre incredible, Rookie. Should be earning millions for your talent,â he was certain he could watch her for the rest of time. âLook how talented you are,â he put a hand on her shoulder.
She turned into his chest, sniffling and crying into her hands against his shirt. âIâm sorry,â she croaked.
âDonât cry,â he chuckled. âAw, Bunny, this is a good thing!â
âHarry itâs so sweet,â she wiped her eyes. âSo supportive. I neverââ her voice cut off and she sucked her breath in shakily.
She didnât need to finish the sentence. Harry knew what she meant. She never had the support Harry was offering. The frames had to have cost hundreds of dollars. The time to put them all up had to have taken up some of his precious time from hanging out with the guys along with who knew how many emails he sent to get the owners of hockey teams and media specialists out to this small showing.
Harry cupped the back of her head and leaned forward to press his lips to her ear. âRookie, I believe in you. Always,â this was easily one of his favorite ways to hold her. Even though it only happened while she cried. And she had only cried on the plane where he got to hold her like this as well. She didnât cry often, but his strong girl letting the tears flow every now and again made him feel happy she was willing to be vulnerable with him. âDid I do okay, Bunny?â He asked, she could hear the smile in his voice.
She nodded and smiled sadly. âPucking perfect.â
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smooth operator ch 2. this bitch bites
Joel Miller x f!phone sex worker


â´wc: 7k | summary: you accidentally send a picture of yourself to joel which results in a video call
â´warnings: mdni, fxm phone sex, m&f masturbation, dirty talk
â´an: hi! tysm to everyone for all the love on the first part of this silly little series. I've been having so much fun writing and interacting with everyone. y'all are the best. feel free to come scream with me about this or anything <333
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For the rest of the night, your mind plays your conversation with Joel on repeat.
Elliot is asleep when you barge into his room, itching to share your dirty little secret. His limbs are sprawled like a starfish, his mouth hanging open, a light snore escaping him. He looks so peaceful that you decide against waking him. Instead, you sneak back to your room, feeling as if you'll explode if you don't tell someone soon. Youâre a talker, and keeping this bottled up feels like pure torture.
Blowing a breath out, you stare up at the ceiling. How you feel isnât easy to explain.
Your body is more satisfied than itâs been in a long time, aching for more.
Your heart agrees, thrilled at the thought of a forbidden relationship with this sexy, mysterious man. It hasnât felt much since your last boyfriendâonly pain and disappointment.
Your head, though, is another story. It reminds you how much trouble you could get into. Jane has a strict no-relationships rule between workers and clients, fearing the temptation to give free "sessions" or show favoritism. Sheâs all business, no play.
Dread swirls in your stomach. What youâve done is dangerous, even if it was ridiculously mind-blowing. Joel wants a repeat; if you deny him, he could tell Jane.
You could always deny it⌠say it was just part of the act.
But your heart hates that thought. Even considering letting Joel down makes it ache as if youâve already done it. How can you feel so much for someone after one phone call?
Because itâs exciting, the bad girl in you whispers.
Youâll get into trouble, your rational side argues, but itâs outnumbered.
Think about how amazing he made you feel, your body chimes in, tingling in remembrance. You came harder than ever, and he didnât even touch you.
âGod,â you groan, pressing your palms into your eyes until they hurt and you see funny lights. âI need sleep.â With no way to figure it out on your own, you know you need Elliot. For now, you push the thoughts away and try to rest.
Before you open your eyes, you know youâve woken up ridiculously early. Something feels differentâa sensation you canât quite place.
You donât have the cozy, half-asleep feeling you usually enjoy. The blankets arenât warm or soft enough, and youâre itching to get up and do something. So, you throw the covers off, get dressed, and spend extra time on your hair and makeup. The effort gives you a bounce in your step, though the knot of unease in your gut remains.
Grabbing your phone, you head to the bathroom, use the toilet, and brush your teeth. Thereâs no noise from Elliotâs roomâyou doubt heâll wake up for another hour. You go downstairs instead.
The kettle is still full from yesterday, so you flick it on and get your coffee ready. You debate making breakfast but decide against itâeating without Elliot feels wrong.
Less than a minute later, the water boils. You pour it into your mug, watching the steam rise before curling up on the sofa.
Being awake this early makes you feel like you could get so much done. Maybe youâll work out after coffee, or tidy up and throw out the takeaway boxes before more clutter piles up.Â
But your mind drifts back to Joel. You wonder about his morning routine. Does he put effort into his appearance because heâs good with women? You imagine him with a six-pack⌠God, you hope he has one.
No, stop, you think, shaking your head. What does it matter? But the thought of him only makes your fantasies steamier.
Your plans are forgotten, and you spend an hour imagining every inch of him. You donât even notice your coffee going cold until Elliot flops onto the sofa beside you.
âThere you are,â he says groggily, rubbing his eyes. âOoh, you made coffee.â Without asking, he takes your mug, grimacing after a sip. âThis is cold. How long have you been sitting here?â
âAbout an hour,â you admit with a shrug.
âOh.â His brows lift. âHow come, honey?â Concern laces his tone.
âI have something to tell you.â Finally, the words spill out, and you shift to face him.
âDid you finally shave your legs?â he asks, deadpan, taking another sip of coffee.
âShut up. It hasnât been that long, okay? This is serious.â
âFine.â He smirks. âGo on.â
âI had phone sex last night.â
His brow furrows. âSweetie, phone sex is your job. Are you feeling okay?â He places a hand on your forehead.
You roll your eyes, batting his hand away. âNot like that! I got off with him.â
Elliotâs jaw drops. âYou⌠you flicked your bean to a client?â
Guiltily, you nod. âIn my defense, he has the sexiest voice Iâve ever heard. And heâs amazing at talking dirty. Better than me!â
âReally?â Elliotâs skepticism is written all over his face.
You nod, leaning closer. âHe said things like⌠âspread yourself openâ and âyouâre such a good girl for me.â He even told me to force my clit out of its hood! Most guys donât even know what a that is!â
Elliot blinks, grabbing a cushion to cover his lap. âI completely understand.â
You laugh, though the thought of getting in trouble dampens your mood.
Elliot waves dismissively. âJust donât tell anyone. I wonât either. In fact, I expect details from future calls.â
You snort. "I don't know if there will be any more."
He looks at you like you've grown another head. "Why?"
"Because I don't want to get in trouble for this," you admit, biting your lip for a moment. "Even if it was incredible."
"You won't get into trouble." He sounds so sure. "Seriously. I may or may not...have done the same thing. More than once," he mumbles the last part.
"What!?" you exclaim, wondering how the hell you're only just hearing about this. "Why haven't you told me?" You poke your bottom lip out at him. "You're keeping a lot of secrets from me lately."
He pinches your lip between his thumb and forefinger, forcing you to pull it back into your mouth. "I didn't think it was that big of a deal. I don't tell you every time I jack off to porn, now do I? As for my date with Danny, I told you as soon as I had the balls to."
"But it is a huge deal," you argue.
"Yeah, to you, but...you're a bit of a prude."
"I am not. How can you be a prude when you work as a phone sex operator?â
"You are," he teases lightly. "When you had that one-night stand after you and Ben broke up, you cried for three days."
Your shoulders slump, and you mumble, "I was ashamed."
"Well, you shouldn't be," he says firmly. "There's nothing to be ashamed of. Sex is beautiful. And fun."
"That's easy for you to say," you point out. "You're a man. Women get labeled and judged." And oh boy, do you hate being judged. It's why you don't tell people what you do for a living.
He softens at that. "You shouldn't be so worried about what people think of you. You only live once."
"I know," you mumble, not knowing what to say to that. Because it's trueâyou shouldn't be so concerned about others' thoughts of youâbut it's not something you can just switch off. You change the subject. "So tell me about the times you've...you know." You know itâll make you feel better.
"Well," he licks his lips and puts one hand on the back of the sofa while the other holds his coffee. "The first time, I can't even remember his name. He called when I was in the middle of getting off, and we ended up getting off together with my porno playing."
You both laugh at that.
"The second time," he continues, a certain fondness in his tone. "Was this guy called 'K.' I don't know why. There was just this... attraction, and we did it. Then it just became this thing."
You frown in confusion. "A thing? Does that mean you still do it?"
"Yep," he pops the 'p' with a grin. "He doesn't call very often, though."
"I can't believe..." you break into a breathless chuckle because here you are, worrying your ass off, and it's actually no big deal. Well, as long as Jane doesn't find out. "This is crazy."
"Maybe," Elliot shrugs and then wiggles his eyebrows. "But isn't it so much more fun that way?"
You have to agree.
___________
That night, you find yourself itching for Joel 's call. Youâve even stripped yourself naked in preparation. If thatâs not eager, you donât know what is.
Every time your phone rings, your heart leaps into your throat. It's ridiculous to act like this because of a man you donât even know, but for some mysterious reason, he's caught your attention, and you're not letting him go anytime soon.
When it turns out itâs not him on the other end of the line, you find yourself entertaining the idea that he lied when he said heâd call again tonight. Maybe he only said it to keep you happy, or he hadnât known what else to say.
Although he seemed interested. Interested enough to ask for your real name...youâre not counting him out quite yet. The night isn't over.
It takes another two phone calls before his name finally flashes on your screen.
Almost immediately, your stomach twists with excitement, and an ache starts to form between your legs. You're nervous but in a good way. It reminds you of the very first time you had phone sex with a client. When you manage to calm yourself down, you answer the phone, trying to sound as casual as possible.
"Hey, you." Does that sound okay? You hope so.
"Hey," he greets, his voice wobbling just a little. Maybe he feels the same way you do. "How've you been?"
You blink, momentarily stunned. Did he really just ask that? None of your clients ever ask how youâre doing. Not that youâre complainingâitâs nice to be treated like an actual human being instead of just a way to get off.
"I'm great," you say honestly. "What about you?"
"Much better now," he replies, and you bite the corner of your lip to keep a goofy smile from breaking through. "I have to say, I've been thinking about you all damn day. Do you have any idea how hard it is to walk around with a near-constant boner?"
Youâre already gushing down below. Squeezing your thighs shut at the image heâs planted in your mind, you reply breathlessly, "Can't say I have, but I know what it's like walking around with a fountain in your panties all day long."
His laugh is dark. "A fountain? Sounds like someone's been thinking naughty thoughts."
 "More than one, actually."
"Mm," he hums in approval. You hear rustling in the background as if heâs settling in. "Tell me one of them."
There are so many to choose from, but one stands out. "Okay," you say, licking your lips. "But you can't laugh, okay?"
"I wouldn't dare," he assures, though you can hear the amusement in his voice.
"Right." You take a deep breath. "So... it's a student-teacher fantasy."
"Ah," he responds knowingly.
"Yeah, so, you're the teacher, and I'm the student." Christ, you canât believe youâre actually saying this. It feels stupid and embarrassingâso much easier to talk about other peopleâs fantasies than your own. "I have detention, and itâs just you and me in the classroom. Youâre looking over schoolwork, and since youâre distracted, I decide to, you know."
"Say it." Itâs a command, and the increase in his breathing tells you this is getting him just as hot as it gets you.
"I play with my pussy," you admit, scraping your teeth along your bottom lip. "I slip my hand down my panties, find my clit, pinch it, and rub it. I hold back my moans because I donât want you to hear." Without realizing it, your eyes shut, and your hands wander down your body, acting out the fantasy. Youâre already wetâso wet it surprises you, soaking your thighs and dampening the sheets.
"Fuck," he draws the word out. "You think youâre being quiet, but youâre not, Princess. And your pussyâs so fucking wet I can smell it from my desk."
"God," you choke out, your breath hitching. "I donât care that you know. Iâm too closeâI donât even care if you see." Youâre not lying; youâre so close, but not ready to finish yet. Leaving your clit alone for a moment, you slide two fingers inside yourselfâthey glide in easily. "In fact, I move further down the chair and spread my legs so you can see what Iâm doing."
Both of you are worked up now. You hear him stroking himself hard in the background.
He growls dangerously. "I know exactly what you want, Princess. I come over to you, throw the table out of my way, and sink to my knees. Youâre so fucking wet I can see everything through your white panties. Itâs clinging to your slit and your poor swollen clit."
"God."
"My whole mouth slots over your creaming cunt, and I suck the sweet juices through your panties."
Your pussy clenches hard around your fingers. "Jesus Christ. Youâre so good." Your hand is practically swimming in your own cum.
"Your hard little nub doesnât stand a chance against my tongue, and I have you gushing into my mouth in under ten seconds."
You have no self-control. You donât want to come yet, but your hand has a mind of its own. Before you know it, youâre going over the edge.
"Ohmygod, Joel !" you squeak embarrassingly, thighs shaking around your hand as you rock your hips, trying to prolong the sensation.
"Did you come?" he asks, both amused and proud.
"You didnât give me much choice," you reply weakly, tiny waves of pleasure still coursing through you as your hand lingers.
"Hey, Iâm not complaining, trust me," he says. "The sounds you make when you come are heaven, baby."
You blow a stray piece of hair off your face and finally pull your fingers out. "Have you come? Do you want to keep going?" you ask. "I didnât even get to the part where I give you an epic blowjob."
"Please, by all means, continue."
You grin. "All right. So after that mind-blowing orgasm, I kiss you so I can taste myself on your lips."
"Fuck, thatâs hot, Princess." You hear him stroke himself faster.
"And I grab your tie, walking you back to your desk. I make you sit down." The thought of touching him excites you all over again, and you circle a nipple with one finger. "I kneel between your thighs and unzip your pants. Your dick is so hard itâs leaking pre-cum through your underwear." God, youâre desperate to taste it. You tell him that, too.
"Keep going," he orders, his voice strained.
You do. "I lick the fabric, but itâs not enough. I grab your cock and bring it to my lips. God, youâre fucking delicious. I rub the head all over my lips, needing to taste more of your cum." Shamefully, you mean every word.
"Iâm so close, Princess," he groans, his pace quickening. "Just a little more."
"I take you into my wet, warm mouth. Youâre so big and hard I can barely fit my lips around you. I hollow my cheeks and suck like I would a lollipop, my tongue stroking underneath your shaft. I can feel you getting close because you start pulsing in my mouth. I go faster, wanting to feel you spill down my throat."
He finally releases with a harsh moan. "Damn, Princess."
You blurt out your name correcting him before you can stop yourself.
Heâs still catching his breath. "What was that?"
You repeat your name, unsure if this is a good idea but knowing itâs too late to turn back. "Itâs my name."
He repeats it smoothly, the name rolling off his tongue. "Pretty name for a pretty girl."
You scoff, rolling your eyes to stop yourself from smiling. "You donât know if Iâm pretty or not."
"I donât have to see you to know youâre beautiful."
His words touch you, but you doubt heâs worked all this out after just two phone calls. You humor him anyway. "Thatâs sweet of you to say."
"I better get going. Gotta get up for work in the morning," he says with a genuine yawn.
"Oh?" you ask, curiosity piqued. "What do you do?"
"Iâm a fireman."
Your eyes widen, and you instantly regret asking. Now youâll be up all night fantasizing about him in uniform. "Oh god, thatâs sexy," you blurt out.
"Iâm glad you think so," he chuckles. "Maybe we can work it into our role-play tomorrow?"
"Thatâs a fantastic idea," you agree eagerly.
"All right," he laughs. "Seriously, I gotta go. Sweet dreams princess."
"Yeah," you reply, already looking forward to the next conversation. "You too, Joel."
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"Tell me how big you are," you demand lightly, still tingling blissfully from your orgasm. You finally remove your hand from between your legs and use your damp fingers to trace circles around your hard nipples.
Joel laughs, the sound a mixture of arousal and embarrassment. "It's probably going to sound like I'm bullshitting, but... seven and a half inches."
You decide to believe him. Sure, he could very well be lyingâlots of guys do. Practically every man you talk to claims to have a big dick. Itâs all part of the fantasy. But Joel feels different. "Wow... that's huge."
Your body responds instinctively, a clench of anticipation as you imagine how full he could make you feel.
"Yeah... well, I've had no complaints," he says, sounding both bashful and proud.
"You sure?" you tease. "I bet there have been a few comments about you being too big or going too deep."
He laughs again. "When I was younger, yeah, but I learned pretty quickly that every woman is different. I like to get a feel for her using my fingers first, see how much she can handle."
You canât help it; a vivid image of his fingers working you over, his muscular arm straining against your thigh as he tests your limits, flashes in your mind. Jesus, you could come again just from that thought. You stumble out a response. "Oh, I, uh... yeah, thatâs good of you."
"Only fair. They're lettin' me have sex with them, least I can do is make sure they damn well enjoy it."
What a gentleman, you think. How many men actually care if a woman is enjoying herself? In your experience, they get off without a second thought for you.
"I wish more men were like you," you tell him honestly.
"Well... I wish more women were like you."
That catches you off guard. "Really? In what way?"
"I donât know... youâre just so open. Sexually, I mean. Youâre not afraid to tell me what you like. Youâve got a great laugh, too. And youâre so damn easy to talk to. I feel like I could tell you everything."
The words make your heart flutter. Compliments from clients are nothing new, but they usually run along the lines of, "Youâre so good at talking dirty," or, "You made me come so hard." None of them are as sweet or genuine as what Joel just said.
And none of them make you think about how easily you could fall for him.
As soon as the thought enters your mind, you push it away. How ridiculous. Thereâs no way you should be falling for a man youâve never met. You donât even know what he looks like. Having a crush is one thing, but love? God, Iâm turning into one of those women who fall for anyone just because they say the right things.
And the saddest part? Youâre pretty sure Joel isnât even trying.
"Princess? You still there?"
His voice pulls you from your spiral. You donât know how long youâve been silent, but the realization is both embarrassing and unprofessional. Youâre wasting his timeâand his money.
"Sorry, Joel," you apologize. "I totally zoned out. I -Iâll refund you for the call."
"Donât worry about that," he says quickly. "Please, be honest with me. Did I make you uncomfortable? I didnât mean to overstepâ"
Oh, god, heâs so sweet. You cut him off. "No, no! I swear, you didnât. I was just... surprised, thatâs all," you reassure him. "I really appreciate it. And... I feel the same way." You bite your lip. You hadnât meant to reveal so much, but the words tumble out before you can stop them. "I feel like... Iâve known you forever."
"Iâm glad," he says, relief evident in his tone. "Was worried Iâd freaked you out."
"Not at all," you reply with a soft smile.
The conversation settles into a comfortable silence. The reality of your situation dawns on you: Youâre discussing feelingsâreal feelingsâwith a client. A man youâve never met. You donât know his last name. Itâs been, what, a week?
But you want to know him. Desperately. Maybe youâre crazy. Maybe youâre just lonely. Or maybe you need something deeper than the physical connection youâre used to.
The sound of a beeping line breaks the moment. "Damn it," Joel curses. "They need me at work. Iâve got to go."
Immediately, you feel a pang of guilt. He didnât even get to finish. "Listen," you say impulsively, "Iâm going to text you my personal number, okay? When you have a chance, call me, and weâll finish what we started."
Thereâs a pause. "Wow," he says finally. "That would be amazing. I could text you throughout the day, too... only if you want, of course. Donât wanna cross any boundaries."
If anything, it's you crossing boundaries. âIâd love that." You respond honestly, your heart fluttering and a fuzzy feeling settles in your belly. You really like him, don't you? Crap.
He chuckles, and you can almost hear his grin. "Good."
â-------â
How'd the baking go? You still alive?
You breathe out a laugh as you open and read Joel's text. It's been about a week since you gave him your number, and you haven't regretted it for a second.
Like shit, I can't have cooked it long enough because it was still gooey in the middle. But we're all still alive...for now.Â
You send the text before glancing over at the modeling shoot, which is now where your living room used to be. White material hangs from metal frames, creating a backdrop for the pictures. Standing lights are positioned opposite. The photographer your mom hired is here, and your house is his studio.
Elliot is currently looking through the outfits he and your mom spent all of yesterday shopping for, now hung from a clothes rail. Some of them are latex and kinky as hell, others flimsy and revealing.
Your mom is busy pulling on a gray mini skirt. Sheâs already wearing stockings, a white, revealing blouse, and a tight gray blazer that cuts off at the elbows. You know she has a pair of glasses to complete her sexy secretary look. All she needs is a messy updo, and sheâll be ready to go.
You have to admit, the fake breasts she bought five years ago look fantastic in that shirt. Youâre almost jealous. They look better than yours.
Elliot, meanwhile, is shirtless, with a pair of leather pants covering his bottom half. He looks amazing. His hair is messy, like he just had sex, and heâs debating with your mom whether or not he should use some eyeliner to make himself look darker and more mysterious.
You remain firm in your decision to stay out of the photo shoot. Even though you wouldnât have to be naked, the idea doesnât sit well with you. People could recognize youâfriends from school, old work colleagues, or that bitch who stole your favorite hair clip in swimming class when you were a teen. The thought of any of them knowingâor worse, judgingâwhat you do for a living makes you die a little inside, even though you know in your heart itâs nothing to be ashamed of. Youâre just too sensitive, you guess.
Your phone vibrates in your hand, signaling an incoming text, and you glance down at the screen, your attention no longer on the shoot. Itâs Joel again.
Ah... remind me to do all the baking if I ever work up the courage to ask you out.
Your lips part in shock before they curve slowly. He wants to ask you out? Wow⌠you trap your bottom lip between your teeth as you type your response.
Deal. You finding that courage any time soon?
You hesitate, then press send before locking your phone and leaning your elbows on the counter in front of you. Your eyes follow your motherâs movements as she practices poses in front of a large, stand-up mirror. Youâre on kitchen duty since youâre neither a model nor a photographer, which means itâs your job to keep their coffee topped up.
âWhat do you think?â Elliot asks, his question floating to no one in particular as he studies himself in a small pocket-sized mirror. A black eyeliner pencil sits in his other hand.
You tilt your head, examining his eyes. One is framed in sharp black, while the other remains untouched. âGo with the eyeliner,â you say after a moment. âIt matches your leather look.â You gesture toward his trousers.
Without looking up, Elliot starts lining his other eye. âThanks, babe.â
You curl your lips in a faint reply, even though he canât see it. Your phone buzzes again, and you quickly check the message on the screen.
I'm working on it ;)
Good. I'm looking forward to it ;)
You bite your lip, trying to hide your excitement. You donât want your mom catching onto your texts; without a doubt, sheâd know youâre talking to a guy. Then sheâd question you until you gave up the goods.
A ping behind you sounds, reminding you that you were in the process of making another round of coffee. Slipping your phone into your pocket, you decide youâd better get the coffee addicts their fix.
The photo shoot ends up being a successânot that you were expecting anything different. They could have been real models, and it makes you wonder why they didnât pursue a career in it. Theyâre honestly naturals.
And oh my god, your momâyouâre laughing nowâmanages to get a date with the photographer. He has to be about ten years younger than her. Not that it stops him, of course. You and Elliot canât help but exchange glances and giggle knowingly when itâs your momâs turn to be photographed. The poor guy canât take his eyes off her.
You hope it goes well, of course, but you doubt heâll end up being anything more than a fling. Your mom just isnât one to settle down. Not since your dad walked out when you were a baby and left her with a broken heart. You think she lost her faith in men after that.
Not that your experience with men is much better. Your ex was an asshole who killed your confidence and then cheated on you with someone you had considered your best friend at the time. Pretty clichĂŠd, you know. But unlike your mom, you still have hope that a Prince Charming will come along and sweep you off your feet.
And just maybe, that Prince could be Joel.
Yes, okay, it was still early days to be thinking like that but sometimes...you just know, you know? Thereâs a fluttering in your stomachâa warmth, a feeling of pure happiness, safety, and understanding. Itâs not the same as those first-date butterflies you had with your ex, when everything was exciting and new. No, this is something different, something deeper. You canât quite explain howâit just is.
"Hey, youâve got a package down here!" Elliot sing-songs from downstairs, pulling you out of your thoughts.
A package? What could itâOh! You remember the top you ordered online and let out an excited squeal. Quickly, you step out of the shower. You were finished in there anyway.
"Coming!" you call down to Elliot, quickly drying yourself off and slipping into your plain black bra and underwear. You rub the towel through your hair, barely giving a thought to your state of undress as you head downstairs. Elliot wouldnât care, anyway.
As you step into the room, Elliot whistles from the sofa, his legs tucked underneath him and one arm draped along the back. âLooking hot, girl!â he teases, flashing you a playful grin.
âThanks, babe.â You lean over the back of the sofa and snag the package from his lap. Tearing open the grey plastic bag, you start digging through it eagerly.
âWhatâd you get?â Elliot asks, his curiosity piqued.
âRemember that top I showed you and Julie? The white one with âThis Bitch Bites!â written on the front?â Your fingers brush soft material, and you pull it free with a triumphant grin. Tossing the plastic to the floor, you hold the top up to admire it.
Elliot throws his head back in laughter. âYou didnât!â
âOh, I did.â You flip the shirt around, showing it off with a dramatic flourish.
Elliot gasps as if itâs the most magnificent thing heâs ever seen. âI fucking love it! Do they have it in my size?â He reaches out to pinch the fabric between his fingers, giving it an approving nod. âOoh, I like the material, too.â
âYeah, I think so,â you say, gathering the shirt in your hands and pulling it over your head. You smooth it down and strike a pose, hands on your hips. âWhat do you think?â
 "Your boobs look awesome in that." Elliot nods approvingly. "Oh! Gimme your phone. I'll take a pic, and you can send it to Julie. I bet she'll wanna see it." He holds out his hand, wiggling his fingers expectantly.
You instinctively reach for your pockets, but your fingers brush against bare skin, reminding you that your clothesâand your phoneâare upstairs. "I'll go get it," you say, heading off.
After sending the picture, you grab a quick snack before making your way back upstairs. Your hair is still damp from the shower, and you know you need to dry it before it starts frizzing.
You sit at your dresser, plug in your hair dryer, and get ready to turn it on when your phone vibrates with an incoming message. Setting the dryer down, you pick up your phone to check the text.
Damn, I hope she does, was the response, leaving you confused.Â
Julie doesnât text like that. You know how she isâalways shortening her words until theyâre barely readable, leaving you and Elliot to figure out what she actually means. And commas? Forget it. She probably doesnât even know what one is.
You scrunch your nose, confused, your thumb hovering over the screen to text her back when another message pops up. This time, itâs from Joel.
You're fucking beautiful, by the way.
Okay, so thatâs kind of creepy. How the fuck does he know what you look like? Thatâs when it hits youâ the previous text was from Joel, not Julie like youâd assumed.
âOh noâŚâ you breathe, your fingers scrambling to scroll up through the conversation. And there it is. The picture Elliot took of you. You, wearing nothing but your white this bitch bites! shirt and black panties, your chest pushed forward so the writing stretches smooth across the fabric. And that picture? Itâs been sent to Joel. Not Julie.
You growl out loud, âIâm going to kill Elliot,â your heart pounds like crazy. You spring to your feet, panic surging through you as you pace back and forth, trying to form a coherent thought. Did he do it on purpose? No, surely he wouldnâtâokay, yeah, he probably would. You groan loudly, covering your face with your hands before falling backward onto the bed. You land with a bounce.
And just when you think it couldnât possibly get any worse, the realization hits you. âIâm not even wearing makeup, Elliot!â you shout, your voice full of despair.
You know you should respond to Joel, but you're way too busy freaking the hell out.
He knows what you look like. Thatâs bad. So very bad. Why exactly itâs bad, youâre not sure. But the black hole churning in your stomach insists it is.
He thinks youâre beautiful, a calmer part of your mind whispers blissfully. Without makeup. That part makes you ridiculously happy. But itâs still badâŚright?
Gnawing on your bottom lip, you try to think clearly. So what if he knows what you look like? Itâs not like he can track you down with just an image. Sure, okay, he also knows your first name, but you donât even have social media. Good luck with that, buddy!
...Really? Come on.
You shake your head at yourself. You know Joel wouldnât do anything like that. Youâre just freaking out and thinking irrationally. Heâs a good guy, and you trust him. If you didnât, you wouldnât have given him your real number.
Breathing in deeply, you lift your phone to your face and read his messages again.
Damn, I hope she does.
You're fucking beautiful, by the way.
This time, you allow yourself to smile, embracing the warmth that fills your stomach at his words. Heâs so sweet, with just the right amount of dirty. He hopes youâre a biter... Naughty pictures flood your mind, and you squeeze your thighs together. Youâd be a biter for him any day.
Your thumbs hover over the touch-screen keyboard as you consider what to respond to him. Deciding that honesty is the best policy, you go with:
Sorry about that! It was meant for my girl friend but my other friend is a total dick. I don't make a habit of sending half-naked pics to guys. I'm glad you like it though :)
A thought pops into your head, and you quickly type:
Since you've got a pic of me...maybe you'll be open to sharing one of you?
You nibble at your fingernail as you wait for his response. You hope you didn't make him uncomfortable by asking for a picture, but you honestly do want one of him. You're curious about what he could look like. You have an image of him in your head, but you dare say it wouldn't look anything like him. A few seconds later, you get a reply.
Ah, that makes sense. I did think it was a bit odd since you never mentioned anything about us exchanging pictures. I'm glad it happened, though. Maybe I should be thanking your friend ;)
Your lips curl as you get ready to send him a response when another text comes through.
Sure, you can have one of me as long as you'll excuse my appearance. It's Itâs been a rough day at work, and I havenât had a chance to shower yet.Â
Again, you start typing your reply, your heart jumping into your throat at the thought of finally seeing his face when yet another text comes through. But this time, it isnât words; itâs a picture. The picture youâve been waiting for.
Your lips part and your heart falls back into your chest, doing a funny little dance. A slow breath escapes you as you can't tear your eyes away from the selfie he sent you.
Gorgeous doesn't even begin to describe him. whiskey-colored eyes, lips so full it almost looks like he's pouting. A day or two's worth of stubble covers his lower face.
He looks tired but still manages a small, lopsided smile for you. His hair is a mess as if he's spent a good portion of the day running his fingers through it. Full lips and dark eyes. The picture is taken directly in front, and you can see his large Adamâs apple and broad shoulders. His shirt, from what you can make out, is completely white.
âOh my god,â you mutter in astonishment. Honestly⌠the guy looks like a model. You find it hard to believe someone like him needs a sex operator to get off. He must have women falling all over him. He's a firefighter for fuckâs sake. It's like every girlâs wet dream.
It makes you wonder if he's telling the truth, or if he's been lying all along and knows exactly how to draw a girl in.
Worried and paranoid, you bite your bottom lip and finally text him back.
Is that really you? Or are you screwing with me?
His reply doesn't come in the shape of a text. Instead, you get a notification about an incoming video call.
Your eyes widen, and your first instinct is to reject it. Having just gotten out of the shower, your hair is wet, and your face is make-up-free. You donât want him to see you this way, but then you remember that heâs already seen the picture youâwell, Elliotâsent him. So, you accept it. It canât have put him off that much since he's still talking to you.
It takes a moment for the call to connect, and you bite your lip harder.
And then there he is, looking just like he did in his photo. This proves that he'd definitely just taken it moments before, and it was definitely him. You feel guilty for doubting him.
 "Wow." His full lips twist into a big smile. "Hey there, beautiful."
Your butterflies return with a vengeance, and you grin back so hard your cheeks hurt. "Hey, handsome." You know your face is burning but you don't even care. You're nervous and aren't afraid to admit it. This is a big step for both of you. Who wouldn't have some kind of nerves? The hand holding your phone up shakes slightly.
He chuckles, rubbing his fingers over his lips. "I can't believe I'm actually looking at you. It's crazy. You're so gorgeous. You're perfect."
Your entire body buzzes at his words, warmth filling you. "Coming from you? You're so fucking sexy I thought you'd sent me a fake picture!"
You both laugh, the sound full of excitement, anxiety, and amazement. "No, no. I would never do that. I'm glad you approve though, I was worried I wouldn't be your type."
You splutter, "Dude...you have to be everyone's type." The nervous laughter continues. Neither of you really knows what to say or how to react, but you can't stop looking at each other with goofy expressions. "How was your day?" you finally decide to ask, figuring that maybe a more casual conversation might help you both get over the shock.
"My day?" He was grinning still, shaking his head. "My day...this has got to be the best day of my damned life."
Itâs so sweet you could almost cry. Almost sobbing with tears in your eyes, you respond, âI know the feeling.â
Youâre both too overwhelmed to have a normal conversation. You stay on the phone for hours, mostly admiring each other, smiling like idiots, and commenting on your disbelief of the situation. Youâre in awe of each other, that much is obvious. Time quickly flies by, and you notice Joel starts to grow more tired by the second.
"Why donât you get some sleep?" you suggest softly, one hand tucked under your cheek as you lay on your side, snuggled up underneath your duvet. You continue to hold the phone in front of you.
He groans and rubs his eye with his knuckles. Itâs adorable to see. "I should...I really, really should." His hand drops, and he focuses on the phone, flashing you a sleepy smile. "But that means hanging up...and I donât think Iâm ready to leave you yet."
You giggle quietly, feeling genuinely happy. "I know the feeling," you say. "But it's getting late, and you have work in the morning. I promise we'll talk again tomorrow night. Plus, I'll be texting you all day, you know that."
He chuckles. "Damn, I just can't get rid of you, can I?" He teases.
"Nope." You pop the 'p', grinning back. "You're stuck with me now."
He sighs dramatically. "What have I gotten myself into?" You both laugh once more. "I'm joking, of course. Who'd wanna get rid of a gorgeous girl like you?"
You hide your face in your shoulder. "Stop, you'll make me go all giddy," you warn him, half serious.
He grins. "That's not gonna make me stop, princess. You're too cute when you're all giddy."
"Oh, Joel ," you sigh lovingly before you realize what you're doing. You can't help it though. He makes you feel so good. So joyful. You can't ever remember having this feeling. Itâs as if you're on top of the world.
"Darlin," he purrs back, and your belly flutters. You fall into a small silence, and for a moment, just smile at each other. Itâs actually pretty cheesy.
"We should go," you whisper reluctantly.
He nods. "Yeah, you're probably right."
"Good night, handsome." Moving the hand tucked under your cheek to your mouth, you blow him a kiss.
He chuckles and acts as if he grabs it before placing it onto his lips and blowing one back to you. "Goodnight, pretty girl."
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CHAPTER 1 â SO BITTER
Getting invited into bed with two insanely hot guys? A dream come true. Sim Jaeyun is everything youâve ever fantasized aboutâsoft, sweet, impossible to resist. And his boyfriend? Park Jongseong is the perfect mix of manly, dominant, and dangerously addictive.
So when they invited you to join their bed activities, you can't argue to say no despite of your situation. Who could blame you? They're insanely sexy and they're the ones insisting. They want you there. So why the hell is Jay acting so bitter about it?
warning: everyone is either gay or fruity, bi! jake, bi! jay, pansexual! reader, brief mention of: fxf, scissoring, open relationship, threesome (heeseung and his gf x reader). reader having a hard time enjoying actual sex, so reader masturbate like a man, she's so sexually deprived that she uses everything to get off, reader thirsting over jake, jealous angry jay.
explicit content ahead (smut): masturbation, threesome (switch jake, dom jay x sub reader), anal sex (mxm), fingering, cunnilingus, nipple play, dacryphilia, overstimulation, choking, pussy slapping, squirting, pain kink?, unprotected sex, throat fucking, dubcon-ish, biting, rough mean jay, MDNI. WC: 15.7K
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You are so frustrated.
Why does sex feel amazing for everyone except you?
It's not like you don't know what it's supposed to feel like. You've read books, watched porn, listened to your friends rave about their latest hookups. They make it sound euphoricâbreathless moans, trembling legs, mind-numbing pleasure. And yet, for you? Nothing.
Your first time was a disaster. The foreplayâif you could even call it thatâwas pitiful. The stretch burned. It hurt. It hurt so much that you ghosted the guy afterward, deleting his number like he was nothing more than a bad memory. Because that's all he was. A mistake.
Maybe it was him. Maybe he was just bad at it. So you tried again, this time with someone older, more experienced. Surely he would know what to do. But noâit was the same damn thing. They couldn't get you off. It hurt. It burned. And worst of all? It was boring. Uncomfortable, frustrating, infuriating.
You sit there, listening to your friends gush about their wild sex lives, their earth-shattering orgasms, and you can't help but hate them a little. It's not fair. It's not normal.
Is it a you problem?
You tried something different. A woman. Maybe men just weren't built to handle you.
And at first, it was better. You liked touching her, liked making her feel good, liked watching her body shudder under your hands. But when it came to you? The same damn problem. The moment she touched you, it was like your body refused to respond. Even scissoring just felt like raw friction, nothing more than skin dragging against skin. It burned. It always burns.
You're so envious of othersâfor actually enjoying sex, for having partners who know how to touch them.
Meanwhile, you're stuck in your room, watching porn, getting yourself off because no one else ever gets it right. No one knows your body like you do.
You've spent night after night touching yourself, pushing your limits, exploring kinks you never even knew you had. Your vibrator's been through hellâdrained, recharged, drained againâbecause you can't get enough of the pleasure it sends coursing through you.
Six times in a single night, and it's still not enough. It never is.
You're pathetic, aren't you? Masturbating like some desperate, sex-starved pervert. Plunging your fingers deep inside yourself, chasing the high that no real partner has ever been able to give you. Watching porn, imagining yourself in the girl's placeâwishing it was you being touched like that, fucked like that, worshiped like that.
And after nearly a year of searching, experimenting, you've realized something. You cum the hardest when you watch groups. Threesomes, foursomes, full-blown orgiesâbodies tangled together, hands everywhere, mouths everywhere. The way they touch each other, pay attention to every inch of skin, despite the numbers.
So, you decided to bring that into real life.
You replied to a guy looking for a one-time hookup with his girlfriendâa birthday gift for her, he said. It sounded perfect.
You told them it was your first time, and the three of you set some ground rules. He guided you gently, his fingers threading through your hair as you ate his girlfriend out. She was beautiful, and you loved every second of making her moan, feeling her thighs tremble beneath your tongue.
It soaked you. This was what you wanted. Giving them what they wanted. Letting him use your throat, over and over, watching him fuck his girlfriend while you licked her clit. That was the turn-on.
But then, his fingers slipped inside you. His girlfriend kissed you, her lips soft, her words so comforting. And yetâ It burns.
You winced, tried to relax, but it was useless. That familiar, infuriating discomfort crept in again, killing whatever arousal you had.
You pulled away, forcing a smile, telling them to keep going, that it was okay if they didn't focus on you. Because you didn't need it. They were your typeâboth of them, so hot, so eager. You loved watching them touch each other. You loved licking his balls while he fucked her, loved playing with her breasts, pinching her clit.
Your pussy clenched at nothing while you watched her fall apart on his dick, her face blissed out in pleasure you knew you'd never feel.
And just like that, frustration settled deep in your gut.
Maybe sex just isn't for you. Maybe it never was. And maybe, at some point, you'll have to accept it.
But damn, you're jealous.
"Awww, they're so cute! Look at them holding hands!"
Wonyoung's voice practically drips with excitement as she nudges you, her perfectly manicured finger pointing toward the entrance of the cafĂŠ.
You follow her gaze, eyes landing on the two men walking in. Their hands are loosely intertwined, their strides in sync.
The shorter one has a face that's both sharp and soft, his jawline well-defined yet not too harsh, his high cheekbones giving him an almost ethereal look. His eyesâwarm and expressiveâcontrast with the straight line of his nose and the fullness of his lips, God, what a handsome man.
The taller man, in contrast, carries a striking, almost intimidating presence. His facial structure is all sharp angles and strong linesâhigh cheekbones, a prominent nose bridge, a jawline - a sharp 120 degrees jawline.
You raise a brow, turning back to Wonyoung. "What's with them?"
"Nothing!" she chirps, grinning as she watches them take a seat. "It's just refreshing to see bro luh bro together."
You snort. You steal another glance at the pair. The shorter one is laughing now, dimples peeking out as he leans in, nudging the taller man playfully.
Sunoo arrives, setting down a tray with all of your orders. He follows your gaze, his own eyes landing on the two men.
"Oh, Jake and Jay?" he says, voice dropping slightly.
Wonyoung perks up immediately. "You know them?"
Sunoo plops down beside you, nodding as he starts distributing drinks. "Yeah, Jay's our club president. Never thought they'd are together, though. I meanâ" He pauses, lowering his voice slightly. "They sound so straight."
Your eyebrows shoot up, and Wonyoung lets out an exaggerated gasp. "No way," she drawls, glancing back at them with renewed interest.
"Swear," Sunoo says, holding up a hand like he's making a vow. "Back in highschool, Jake always had that... golden retriever energy, y'know? Friendly, flirty, kinda dumb in a cute way. But Jay?" He scoffs.
"Jay was the heartbreaker. Like, he had this whole nonchalant thing going onâcool, detached, gave just enough attention to make a girl fall for him, then disappeared a week later. Maybe that was just his denial phase."
"And now they're holding hands in a cafÊ," Wonyoung muses, poking at the ice in her drink with her straw. "Everyone is being gay right now."
Sunoo hums in agreement, shrugging. "Yeah, because life is better when you're gay."
You huff out a quiet laugh, finally reaching for your drink. "Oh, you got matcha, right?" Sunoo asks, sliding the cup toward you.
You nod, mumbling a quick thanks, but your mind is barely in the conversation anymore. Your attention keeps slipping, your eyes betraying you as they flick backâagain and againâto the couple sitting at the other table.
Becauseâif you're being honestâyou've thought the Jake guy was attractive from the moment he walked in.
Sunoo and Wonyoung have moved on, their conversation shifting into casual university gossip, but their words barely register. Your focus is locked on Jake, on the way he sits, leaning slightly forward, lazily twirling his pen between those long fingers as he writes something down in a notebook. He says something to his boyfriend, smiling as he does.
That smile. Those lips. Plump. Soft-looking, the kind that part just enough to reveal a glimpse of teeth when he grins. The kind that would feel soâ
You bite down on your straw.
No. Nope. You are not thirsting over a man who very obviously has a boyfriend.
And yetâyour gaze drifts lower, down to his hands. His hands.
Slender, long fingers, veins subtly running beneath his skin. Knuckles slightly prominent as he flexes them, tapping his pen absentmindedly against the page. You swallow hard, mind spiraling down a path you know you shouldn't be going down, but fuck, you can't help it.
Those handsâhow would they feel against your skin? Pressing against your thighs, spreading you open? Fingers sinking deep, stretching you just right? The thought alone sends a pulse of heat straight between your legs.
And his noseâfuck, his nose.
It's perfect. Straight, slightly defined at the bridge, the kind of nose that was made to be sat on. Your breath hitches as a vivid image flashes through your mindâhis face buried between your legs, that perfect nose rubbing against your clit as he eats you out. You imagine his hands gripping your hips, holding you down as you ride his face, your fingers tangled in his hair, your moans breathy and desperate as you grind against him.
Would it actually feel as good as it looks in porn? You wouldn't know. But it doesn't hurt to imagine, right?
You shift in your seat, heartbeat thrumming in your ears. Your foot taps anxiously against the floor, your thighs pressing together, trying desperately to ignore the growing ache between them.
But just as you force your gaze down, trying to pull yourself out of your own head, a chill runs through you.
You feel it before you see it. Slowly, hesitantly, you glance back upâonly to lock eyes with Jay.
Fuck.
He's looking right at you, his brow raises just slightly, like he knows exactly what you were thinking.
Your breath catches in your throat. Panic sets in, and you immediately tear your gaze away, heart hammering as you stare down at your drink.
Great. Just great. Not only are your panties soaked, but now you've got a pissed-off boyfriend glaring at you.
You don't even make it five minutes before bolting.
Some half-assed excuseâan emergency, you tell them, whatever the hell that meansâand then you're gone. Practically fleeing back to your dorm, heart hammering, skin burning with embarrassment.
The second you step inside, you lock the door, press your back against it, and let out a shaky breath. You strip any piece of your clothing and went to the bathroom, turning on the water.
The shower is scalding but it does nothing to wash away the lingering heat in your core. You scrub your skin, try to shake off the feeling of want, but it clings to you.
Even after, sitting on the toilet in just your towel, your legs still feel weak. Your mind won't shut up, replaying the way Jake looked, the way Jay looked at you.
You feel so guilty.
But it's not like you actually did anything, right? You were just looking. It's not a crime to look. You tell yourself that over and over, forcing the thought down, gaslighting yourself into believing it.
It's normal. Completely normal. You just found him attractive. That's all. Then why does it feel so wrong?
Your fingers twitch against your thigh. Your whole body is tense, wound up tight, frustration eating you alive.
You don't think. You just act. Your hand reaches for the bidet, adjusting the angle, fingers trembling as the cold metal rests against your skin.
A sharp gasp leaves your lips as the water pulses against your clit, and your head tips back, shame curling tight in your stomach. You shouldn't be doing this. You know that.
But you can't stop. You're so pathetic.
Since it was your third year, the number of students had dwindled. Some had transferred to different courses, others had dropped out entirely, victims of whatever existential crisis they were facing. It was just the reality of being a college student.
The college retreat finally arrived, and you placed your bag in the train's storage before settling into your seat. Sunoo, already making himself comfortable beside you, had an eye mask covering his eyes and was snoring before the train even began to move.
You sighed, sinking into your seat, plugging in your wired headphones to drown out the chatter around you. As music filled your ears, you scrolled through your phone. Your gaze drifted downward, watching your foot tap lightly against the floor in time with the beatâuntil something small thumped against it.
A small bag. Frowning, you pulled out one earbud, wincing at the slight tug.
"Be careful, babe," a voice said. You looked up just in time to see Jay reaching down for the bag at your feet.
"I'm sorry," Jake murmured. The moment your eyes met his, your entire body froze.
You couldn't speak. Couldn't even move. Jay straightened, holding the bag, his gaze lingering on you for a second too long. Jake, oblivious, apologized again before walking off.
But Jay? He didn't move right away. He looked at you one last time before turning to follow Jake.
You swallowed hard, your throat dry.
Slowly, you put your headphones back in, forcing yourself to relax against your seat.
Why the fuck is it so hard not to look at him? Who could blame you, though? They were your batchmates, your classmates, and you hadn't even realized you shared the same major until now. And they were so close.
And so fucking hot.
Both of them were, to be fair. But Jay was the one who would kill you with his angry glares.
Your foot taps anxiously against the ground, your teeth worrying your bottom lip as you fight the urge to glance over again. Don't look. Don't look. Don't look. But you do.
Across the room, your colleagues erupt into cheers, celebrating another round of drinks, but their voices fade into the background. You tryâtryâto engage, to smile, to socialize like a normal person, but your gaze keeps betraying you, flickering back to them.
Jake looks so happy. His face is flushed, his glasses fogging slightly from the heat of the room and the alcohol in his system. His smile is soft, a little lazy, dimples appearing as he giggles at something Jay mutters in his ear. He's a lightweight, that much is clear, and the alcohol is making him affectionateâleaning into Jay's shoulder, fingers absentmindedly playing with the hem of his boyfriend's sleeve.
Jay is the complete oppositeâcalm, composed, sipping his drink with effortless elegance. He barely reacts as Jake presses closer, only tilting his head slightly, allowing him to rest against him. His fingers lazily ghost over Jake's knee, a silent acknowledgment, a small show of possession.
Your stomach tightens. Your mind wanders, slipping into dangerous territory, conjuring images you should not be entertaining.
Is Jake a bottom? Or is he a top?
Noâno way. Look at him. He's so soft, so giggly, so touchy. If you had to bet, you'd say he's the kind of guy who'd melt under the right hands, who'd whimper when teased, who'd take it so wellâ
Your breath catches. Fuck.
And Jayâfuck, Jay is so manly. So effortlessly dominant. He doesn't even have to do anything, and yet he owns every space he's in. You can only imagine what he's like behind closed doors, when there's no one around to seeâexcept Jake.
What does Jake sound like when he moans? Would his voice be high, needy? Would he gasp, or would he whimper? Would Jay be rough with him? Would he tease him, make him beg, make him squirm?
Would heâ You squeeze your thighs together under the table, your nails pressing into your palms.
You need to stop.
"I need some fresh air," you blurt out, standing a little too fast, the chair scraping against the floor as you push back from the table. Sunoo barely acknowledge your sudden departure, too wrapped up in their own conversations, and you're grateful for it.
You make a beeline for the exit, your cheeks burning, your pulse erratic. The moment you step outside, the night air rushes over you, cool against your heated skin.
You take a deep breath. Then another. The cabin's outdoor area is quiet, save for the rustling of tall trees and the distant hum of music from inside. The air is fresh, crisp, but it does little to cool the wrong kind of heat pooling in your stomach.
"Fucking hell," you mutter under your breath, slapping your cheeks lightly, trying to shake yourself back to reality.
What the hell is wrong with you?
Is this how dry you are? Years of masturbating, of getting off alone, of chasing something that never quite hitsâhas it really reduced you to this? To thirsting over a taken man like some desperate, pathetic slut?
You groan, dragging your hands down your face. You march aimlessly in circles, feet pressing against the dirt path, trying to ground yourselfâtrying to shake the images still burning in your mind. You need to behave. Your pussy needs to behave.
After a while, you drop onto a wooden bench, pressing your palms against your knees, forcing yourself to breathe.
"Hey."
A voice startles you, and you whip around, heart nearly jumping out of your chest.
"OhâHeeseung," you exhale, relaxing slightly when you see him standing there, hands in his pockets, the faint glow of the lights casting long shadows behind him.
He smirks. "You look like you just saw a ghost."
You roll your eyes, smiling despite yourself. "Where's your girlfriend?"
"Inside, having fun with her friends." He steps closer, glancing at the empty space beside you. "Can I?"
You nod, shifting over to give him room.
He sighs as he sits, stretching his arms out along the back of the bench, tilting his head up to look at the sky. "Didn't think I'd see you out here alone."
"I needed a break," you say vaguely, not about to admit to the absolute filth running through your mind just minutes ago.
Lee Heeseung was the guy you met last summerâa music major with a healthy, happy open relationship with his girlfriend. You had joined them for one encounter, though nothing more came of it. After that, you stayed mutuals on social media, exchanging the occasional like or comment. His girlfriend, however had a habit of slipping into your DMs with suggestive messages, playful and teasing, making you chuckle every time.
"She misses you," he started, looking at you. "She was kind of disappointed, waking up and realizing you leave without cumming, telling me I'm such an asshole." He laughed, "well, maybe I was. I'm sorry."
You blink. Then, shaking your head, you wave a hand dismissively. "No, don't feel bad! It was a wonderful experience."
"You guys were amazing," you continue, turning to meet his gaze. "I loved watching you two, letting you use me, but I wasn't expecting anything. Seriously, don't feel guilty. I wanted to focus on herâon making her feel good."
Heeseung watches you for a beat, his lips curling slightly before he exhales, stretching his arms again along the back of the bench. "Ahh, I'm so glad I picked you." His tone is light, teasing. "You're really considerate, you know that?"
You shrug, grinning. "What can I say? I have a talent for that."
He laughs, shaking his head, but then his expression sobers slightly. "Still, I feel bad about that. I just thoughtâ" He pauses, scratching the back of his neck. "That night, when you backed off... I figured touching you might've made you uncomfortable. I didn't wanna push it."
You blink. Oh. He thinks that's why?
"No!" you blurt, laughing, reaching out to slap his shoulder playfully. "It wasn't you, okay? That was totally a me issue."
Heeseung raises a brow, tilting his head. "What kind of issue?"
You hesitate. Do you tell him? It's not exactly something you go around sharing, but it's just the two of you out here. You think Heeseung has always been easy to talk toânever judgmental, just curious, open.
So, you sigh, deciding to just be honest. You tell him everythingâhow you get aroused easily, how your body wants it, craves it, but the moment someone actually touches you, it all goes wrong. How you can't seem to relax, how their touch feels too much, too uncomfortable. How it burns.
Heeseung listens, his brows furrowing slightly as he processes your words.
When you finish, he shifts, leaning forward, elbows resting on his knees. "Shit," he breathes, his voice softer now. "Iâfuck, I'm sorry." His eyes widen, guilt flickering in them. "IâWe tried to touch you. IÂ slipped a finger inside. And you didn't say anything. I didn't even realizeâ"
You shake your head quickly, waving him off. "Don't feel bad."
"But it hurt," he says, like he's trying to wrap his head around it, his breath hitching slightly.
"Well, yeah," you admit, leaning back against the bench. "It burns."
Heeseung lets out a quiet, almost guilty laugh, rubbing a hand over his face. "Fuck. I feel like such an asshole now."
"You're not," you assure him, nudging him with your knee. "Seriously. It's fine. I wanted to be there. I wanted to do that. And I did enjoy itâI loved watching you two." You flash him a grin. "Plus, your girlfriend? Hot as hell."
That makes him chuckle, shaking his head again. "She is, huh?" He glances at you, eyes softer now. "But... you? You didn't get anything out of it?"
You shrug, sighing. "That's just how it is for me, I guess."
There's a moment of silence between you, filled only by the distant hum of laughter and music from inside. Heeseung sits back again, stretching his legs out in front of him, staring up at the sky as if he's thinking.
"I'm actually here to convince you to do it again with us," Heeseung admits, rubbing a hand over his face awkwardly.
Your eyes widen. "What?"
He laughs, a little sheepishly. "Yeahâuh, she said I should probably, you know, lick you as a take-back and propose the idea of doing it again because the sex was so good." His grin turns teasing before he sighs, shaking his head. "But... I don't know. I've been thinking about it, considering your situation, and my conscience just can't take it."
You open your mouth, unsure of what to say. "IâI..." You hesitate, then finally admit, "Honestly? I would like to do it again with you guys. It was a good experience, and you were both so kindâ"
"But," Heeseung interrupts, giving you a pointed look. "I don't want to do it again knowing that you're probably not enjoying it."
"Hey," you protest, frowning. "I said I enjoyed it."
Heeseung groans, slumping back against the bench. "Still."
You laugh at the sheer misery in his voice. "What, is your ego that fragile?"
He gives you a side-eye. "Yes. Absolutely."
You shake your head in amusement. "So... what now? You going to find someone else for your little proposition?"
Heeseung exhales dramatically, staring off into the distance. Then he shakes his head. "Nah." His gaze flickers back to you, lingering for a brief second before he smirks. "Damn, thoughâyou and my girlfriend are such freaks in the best way. It's hard to find someone like that. Plus, you're sexy as fuck."
Your lips twitch, amused. "Oh?"
"And your gag reflex?" Heeseung groans, running a hand through his hair. "Impressive. I'd rate the blowjob five stars, easy."
You laugh, playfully flipping your hair over your shoulder. "Why, thank you."
"But," he sighs, dramatically placing a hand over his chest, "I'm letting you go."
You pout, exaggerating your disappointment. "Awww."
"Yeah, yeah, I know," he says, waving you off. "I actually rehearsed a whole ass speech before coming over here, thinking I'd convince you to join us again âbut honestly, I'd just be disappointing my girlfriend." He chuckles, shaking his head. "It's okay, though."
You exhale, feeling a strange mix of relief and... loss?
"I'm sorry," you murmur.
"Hey, I'm sorry," Heeseung says, more serious now. "Don't think I'm letting you go just because you can't get off. That's not the reason. I don't want you to be hurt, and well..." He pauses, his voice lowering slightly.
"There were... things my girlfriend and I discussed doing to you. But after hearing what you said, I don't think it'd be a good idea anymore."
You swallow, his words sinking in. Another experience, another opportunity taken away because of your body's refusal to cooperate.
Heeseung must see something in your face because he groans, rubbing the back of his neck. "Fuck, I feel so bad now. Can I make it up to you? Food? Something sweet for making you feel bad?"
You shake your head, a small smile playing on your lips as you look at him. "Is it okay if we kiss?"
Heeseung looks momentarily caught off guard, but then he shrugs. "Sure, why not?"
"Waitâdoesn't this feel morally wrong? Like, cheating?"
He snorts. "You do know we fuck other people, right?" Heeseung raises a brow, amused. "Besides, she's the one who suggested I should eat your pussy as an apology."
You scrunch your nose. "Yeah, but I wouldn't enjoy it."
Heeseung clutches his chest, "Fuckâyou don't have to say it like that. Even I can't please you, huh?"
You burst into laughter before leaning in, pressing your lips against his.
His hands immediately find your waist, gripping you firmly as he responds, lips parting slightly as he follows your lead. The heat between you builds quickly, the moment shifting as your fingers tangle in his hair.
You move, climbing onto his lap, your thighs pressing against his hips as his hands slide down, settling on the curve of your ass. His tongue flicks against yours, deepening the kiss, and he practically shoves it down your throat, savoring the moment and leaving a last impression.
And just a few feet away, standing unnoticed in the shadows beyond the cabin's back entrance, Jay remains completely stillâleaning against the wall, hands in his pockets. Watching. Listening.
You don't even remember how you ended up in bed that night. One moment, you were locked in a messy make-out session with Heeseung outside, and the next, you were back in the cabin, drink in hand, relieved to find that Jake and Jay were nowhere in sight.
You actually enjoyed drinking with everyone. Maybe because you had let out a problem that had been weighing on you. Maybe because there were no distractions around the circleânothing tempting, nothing forbidden, nothing that made your skin burn with frustration.
Even Sunooâwho could usually outdrink everyoneâended up absolutely wasted.
A loud, piercing voice jerks you from unconsciousness.
"WAKE UP! EVERYONE GET READY FOR TODAY'S ACTIVITY!"
Your brain screams in protest, eyes squeezing shut as the harsh sunlight spills across your face. Around you, deep groans of agony echo through the cabin, everyone waking up in a collective hangover-induced suffering.
You stiffen, you felt something heavy weighing against you.
Blinking, you squint through the brightnessâonly to realize Sunoo is wrapped around your waist, his deep snores vibrating against your back. What the hell?
You tilt your head, glancing around groggily. Why are you in a room full of men?  Several guys are already getting up, shuffling around in various stages of disarray, stretching, groaning, rubbing their faces in exhaustion.
Panic jolts through you as you slap Sunoo's arm. "Did you bring me here?!"
He winces, barely cracking one eye open before scowling and slapping your back in revenge. You groan at the sting.
"Both of us were drunk as fuck," he grumbles. "Do you really think I had the brainpower to take you to the right room?" He shifts, kicking off the blanket, pulling a pillow over his face.
"Agh, fuck, the seniors are so noisy," he groans, muffled. "Let me fucking sleep."
Your mouth falls open in disbelief. Then, you glance down at yourself. The blanket is covering most of your legs, but... something feels off.
A memory flashes through your mindâyou and Sunoo, stumbling into the room last night, singing like idiots, collapsing into bed. You kicking off your pants because it felt too hot. Your stomach drops.
"Where are my fucking pants?" you whisper harshly, panic creeping in as you glance around. Other guys are groggily stretching, pulling on hoodies, running hands through messy hair, and you suddenly want to die.
"Uh... hey," a familiar voice calls.
You freeze. Slowly, hesitantly, you turn your head. And immediately wish you hadn't.
"Is this yours?" Jake stands a few feet away, holding your pants. But that's not the problem.
The problem is that he's shirtless, fresh water dripping from his hair, rolling down his bare shoulders, glistening over his defined chest and absâ Don't look lower. Don't look lower.
Oh, fuck, those abs.
"Y-Yes!" you blurt, scrambling to sit up. "Thank you!"
You practically launch yourself off the bed, tripping over the blanket as you grab your pants from his hand. Your fingers brush against his slightlyâwarm, damp from his showerâand your entire body locks up.
Jake just grins at your flustered state. "Rough night?" he asks, amused.
You don't answer. You can't.  Your face is burning, your thoughts spiraling, and the only thing that matters is getting the fuck out of there.
You mumble a quick, "Thanks," grabbing your pants with shaky fingers. Turning away, you hurriedly step into them, nearly tripping in your rush to cover yourself. Your hands fumble with the waistband as you stumble toward the door.
You don't look back. You don't see the way Jay's gaze follows you. The way his eyes drag down your body, your ass, the way his fingers twitch, his knuckles flexing as his grip tightens.
A scoff breaks the silence. "Enjoy flirting with that girl?"
Jay leans back against the bedframe, arms crossing over his chest. His eyes flick toward Jake, who is casually applying lotion to his arms, completely unbothered.
Jake doesn't even glance up. "Everything is such a big deal to you."
"Yeah," Jay mutters, his jaw tightening, "because you know she wants to fuck you. And you just gave her a reason to touch herself thinking about you." His voice is flat and bitter. "Do you want to fuck her?"
Jake lets out a breathy laugh, shaking his head at Jay's possessiveness.
Then, without warning, he leans forward, pressing in close, his lips brushing against Jay's ear as he murmurs, "Come on... don't pretend you don't want to fuck her too."
You hear Sunoo grunt beside you as everyone gathers in a large circle for today's activity. Your shoulders sink slightlyâthere are too many people, too much noise, and the closeness makes your skin prickle with discomfort.
Before you can dwell on it, someone calls your name.
Heeseung's girlfriend appears beside you, slipping her arm through yours. Heeseung follows a step behind, hands in his pockets, watching the two of you with mild amusement.
Conversation flows naturally between the three of you. She's playful, teasing, and when the moment strikes, she leans in to press a quick kiss to your cheek before Heeseung pulls her away with a laugh, shaking his head.
You huff out a chuckle, shaking off the flustered warmth lingering on your face. The fresh air feels nice, even with Sunoo rambling beside you, half-awake and barely filtering his thoughts.
"There's some dirt in your hair."
You pause, caught off guard by the voice behind you. You blink at Jay as he gestures vaguely toward your head. Your fingers immediately reach up, brushing through your hair, searching for whatever he's talking about.
Before you can find it, another voice cuts in.
"Can't get off?"
Your eyes snap to Jake, heartbeat stuttering.
Sunoo frowns beside you. "What?"
Jake grins. "I meanâyou can't get it off." He reaches out, plucking something from your hairâa small leafâand twirls it between his fingers before letting it drop. He and Jay don't wait for a response. They just turn, walking off, their presence fading into the crowd.
You let out a breath you didn't realize you were holding. Sunoo clicks his tongue, slipping his hand into yours as he pulls you along. "What's wrong with them?"
The activity is divided into groups, and you've been paired with your colleagues. The rules are simple: win the games, and your team gets to decide what food to eat. With everyone desperate for a good meal, the competition turns chaotic.
The entire field is a messâpeople running, yelling, tackling each other for flags. You and Sunoo are no exception, darting up and down the hill, breathless and determined.
"I fucking want some steak!" you scream, gripping the colored flag in your hands like your life depends on it.
Behind you, Sunoo is just as wild, holding onto another flag. "We are not eating instant noodles again!" he howls, voice cracking mid-sentence.
But just as victory feels within reach, another group surges past, shrieking in triumph.
Your stomach drops as you watch them hoist their flags in the air, the whistle blowing to signal their win.
Gravity betrays you. You and Sunoo crash to the ground, tumbling into a heap, dirt and grass sticking to your clothes. You groan, lying there for a moment, staring up at the sky in defeat.
"Goddamn it," Sunoo mutters. "I wanted seafood."
A hand appears in your vision. Someone is helping you up. You grab hold, letting yourself be pulled to your feet. "But I wanted steak," you whisper, still eyeing the victorious group with bitter jealousy.
A soft chuckle sounds behind you. "Must be frustrating."
Your brows furrow. You turn, only to find Jake standing there, hands lazily tucked into his pockets, watching you with an amused glint in his eyes.
"What?" you ask, confused.
He takes a step closer, reaching out. His fingers barely brush your shoulder as he tugs off a piece of dirt clinging to your shirt.
Then, he leans inâjust slightly, just enough for only you to hearâ "Never getting what you want."
Your body tenses, a shiver running down your spine. Because no fucking wayâthis isn't about the game.
Your mind races, trying to make sense of it.
You stay in the shower longer than you should, the hot water running over your skin, but doing nothing to wash away the unease settling in your chest. Some of the other girls have already finished, wrapping themselves in towels, chatting about the day's activities. A few glance your way, concern flickering across their faces.
"Are you okay?" one of them asks. You don't answer. You just stand there, naked, staring at the tiled floor, your hands limp at your sides.
"Can't get off?"
"Must be frustrating, never getting what you want."
A chill runs down your spine. Jake's words loop in your head, over and over, like an echo you can't shake off.
Your brain scrambles, piecing together every interactionâevery weird moment leading up to this. First of all, you don't even know Jake. One day, you were just thirsting over him from a distance, admiring him like some campus crush. Your second interactionâif you could even call it thatâwas when he dropped his bag in front of you. No words exchanged, just a moment of awkward eye contact before he walked away.
Then last nightâwhen you looked at him again, when you got caught looking. By his boyfriend, Jay.
And then? The sudden shift. The randomness of it all. Why did Jake start talking to you out of nowhere? Could it be because of the pants? The morning embarrassment? But noâhis comments weren't just casual teasing. They were pointed. Suggestive. And worst of all, relatable.
Your stomach twists. Your mind flashes back to last night.
You had stepped out for fresh air. You had talked to Heeseung. You make out with him. And when you went back insideâ Jay and Jake were gone.
Your breath hitches.
Fuck.
Your hand grips your hair, heart pounding. Could they know? No. No way. That's impossible. Right?
Three more days, and the retreat would be over.
If Jake and Jay knew, then all you had to do was avoid them until you got back to campus. No unnecessary conversations, no eye contact, no chance for them to slip more suggestive comments into your ears and make your skin crawl.
It was the last night of the retreat, the final stretch before you could return to normal life.
The final activity was a mountain climb. The goal was simpleâmake it to the top and back before 8 o'clock. But the moment the seniors announced it, you just stood there, dumbfounded. What the actual fuck were they thinking?
Sure, a hike sounded fun in theory, but at night? In an unfamiliar area? Terrible idea. Most of the students murmured in protest, some even flat-out refusing, but somehow, you ended up participating. Why? Because Sunoo, your only companion in this nightmare, begged you to come along, promising that he wouldn't survive without you.
Now, with each step up the steep incline, you're regretting it.
"We need to go back down soon," you huff, pausing to catch your breath. "Before the sun sets. I don't trust the seniorsâthey're probably planning some shit."
Sunoo, hunched over beside you, dramatically clutches his chest. "What?! Can you justâ give me five minutes to breathe?" He whines, panting. You roll your eyes but grab his wrist anyway, tugging him forward. "Come on. I have a bad feeling about this."
While walking in the middle of the forest to go down, both of you stop when you hear a scream. Not just any screamâbloodcurdling, echoing through the trees, sending a violent shiver all through your body.
Your body stiffens. "What the fuck was that?"
Sunoo barely has time to respond before more sounds eruptâheavy footsteps, frantic rustling, the unmistakable pounding of people running.
The flashlights around the area flicker out, plunging everything into a suffocating black void.
Your breath catches. "No, no, noâ"
Sunoo grabs your wrist. "Run."
You don't question it. The two of you bolt, feet crashing against the uneven ground, dodging low branches, blindly navigating the terrain. You don't even know what you're running fromâonly that fear is thrumming through your veins, keeping your legs moving.
In the middle of running, in the darkness, your grip on Sunoo slips.
"Sunoo?!" You gasp, stumbling as you lose sight of him.
"Keep running!" You heard him shout, but his voice are distant.
You're alone.
Heart hammering, you stagger forward, breath coming in sharp, uneven gasps. Your legs are aching, your hands trembling as you reach out blindly, searching for stability.
Finally, your fingers brush against rough bark. A tree. You collapse against it, sinking down to the ground, your back pressing into the trunk as you try to calm the rapid rise and fall of your chest.
The silence around you is deafening. You close your eyes, stabilizing your breath when you heard a twig snaps.
Your eyes fly open, and panic takes over. A scream tears from your throat as you kick out wildly, scrambling backward, heart hammering in your ears but a hand clamps over your mouth.
"Shhh," a hushed voice murmurs against your ear, warm breath ghosting over your skin. "Unless you want the seniors to hear and make fun of you more."
The low timbre sends a shiver down your spine. A firm arm snakes around your waist, pulling you against something solid and warm.
You tilt your head, catching a glimpse of soft curls, of a lazy, curling smirk beneath the dim glow of the moonlight.
Jake. His scent is so closeâclean, a little woody. It makes your head feel light, makes your thoughts blur at the edges. And his eyesâfuck, his eyes. Dark, glinting, lashes so long.
Your throat tightens. With a sharp breath, you yank his hand away from your mouth, coughing as you shift awkwardly in his hold. "W-What?"
Jake grins. "Relax. The seniors are just scaring the juniors. That's the 'big activity.'"
You scowl, turning your head away. "I know that."
He laughs, low and amused. Then, before you can react, he tugs you down beside him, making you squeal.
"Why are you so awkward?" he teases, settling back against the tree trunk, looking at you like he's enjoying every second of this. "I just wanted to talk to you."
You swallow, shifting uncomfortably. "You have a boyfriend."
"And yet," he murmurs, leaning in slightly, "you keep staring at me like I don't."
Your body reacts before you can stop it, thighs pressing together instinctively at the way his voice drops, at the heat curling in his gaze.
"T-That's micro-cheating," you whisper, trying to steady your voice. You pressed your hand around his chest, stopping him from getting any closer.
Jake chuckles. "It's notâ" he leans in, his nose grazing your cheek, his breath fanning over your skin, "âwhen he's aware of it."
Your eyes widen, lips parting in shock just as his tongue flicks against your earlobe. A sharp, involuntary sigh escapes you, your body shuddering at the sensation.
He smirks. "Sensitive?"
"S-Stop," you stammer, hands pressing against his chest in a weak attempt to push him away.
But Jake doesn't budge. Instead, he poutsâactually poutsâhis fingers curling around your wrist, gently prying your grip from his shirt. "Why? Don't you want me?" His voice is teasing.
"I know you've participated in threesomes." Your breath catches at his bold statement.
"I'm just interested in you joining us," he continues, his tone light, almost casual, like he's suggesting something as simple as grabbing a coffee.
Your thighs press together. Because fuckâfuck, it's too easy to imagine it. Two mouths. Two bodies. Two dicks.
The kind of scenario you've watched over and over in the videos you get off to. The kind of scenario that should have you saying yes without hesitation.
But then you remember. His words from the past few days. The suggestive phrases, you felt that he was toying with something deeply personal to you.
Your arousal sours, replaced by a dull ache of frustration. You inhale sharply, forcing yourself to meet his gaze, to focus. "I know that you also know my situation."
Jake tilts his head slightly, curious about where you're going with this.
Your voice hardens. "I'm not the girl you're looking for. Yes, you're hot. Your boyfriend too. Butâ" You swallow thickly, fingers curling. "Do you think it's a little insensitive of you?"
His brows lift, you take a steadying breath. "I got turned down from experiencing a threesome because of my issue." The words taste bitter on your tongue, resentment creeping in despite yourself. "So what makes you think this would be any different?"
Jake stays quiet for a moment. His fingers are still wrapped around your wrist but the teasing glint in his eyes has dimmed slightly. Not completely goneâjust softened, like he's listening now.
You use the moment to pull your hand free and leave him alone, despite of being scared in the dark.
The next morning, as you pack your things, your mood is bitter. Sunoo notices immediately but doesn't press, only throwing you occasional glances as he folds his clothes into his bag.
By the time you're on the train, settled into your seat, the frustration inside you has only grown. You stare out the window, thoughts spiraling, the rhythmic movement of the train doing nothing to calm you down.
Sunoo, beside you, nudges your arm gently. "Is it because I left you alone?" His voice is small, pouting as he holds your hand.
You blink, turning to him briefly before exhaling a heavy sigh. "God, no."
"Then what?"
You lean back against the seat, rubbing your temple. "I'm just... frustrated."
Sunoo raises an eyebrow. "Frustrated about what?"
You don't answer immediately, pressing your tongue against the inside of your cheek as you avoid his gaze.
"Frustrated about everything," you murmur, voice low, more to yourself than to him.
Sunoo watches you for a moment before sighing, deciding to let it go.
But your mind doesn't. You think about it. Threesomes are the best. You love everything about themâthe attention, the pleasure, the thrill of being used by more than one person at once. You've spent countless nights fantasizing about being sandwiched between two bodies, your moans muffled against warm skin, hands gripping your thighs, your body bent and spread, completely taken.
The thought alone makes your stomach tighten. But, what's the point if your body refuses to cooperate? If every touch that should send you over the edge instead makes you feel like you're burning from the inside out?
And come onâyou know yourself. You don't want to put yourself in a situation where you'll just end up jealous again, where you'll watch pleasure unfold before you and be left with nothing but your own frustration.
You made the right choice. You should praise yourself for finally prioritizing your mental health this time. Because you know how this ends. A wet-ass pussy left hanging, again and again, with no relief.
"You're really dumb," Jay sighs in frustration, rubbing his face with his palm. His other hand rests on his waist as he stares at his boyfriend, unimpressed.
"Now, how are you supposed to convince that girl, huh? You scared her off."
Jake shrugs, unbothered. "Maybe you should go talk to her."
Jay's eyes widen before he scoffs, laughing sarcastically. "No fucking way."
He feels Jake's presence, familiar arms snaking around his waist from behind, pulling him close in a lazy, comforting embrace.
"I'm sorry," Jake murmurs, resting his chin on Jay's shoulder. "I know you told me to give it more time, but I was excited to approach her. You know I've been looking for the perfect third, right?"
Jay huffs, rolling his eyes. "I still don't get why you want a threesome so bad." He pries Jake's arms off his waist, turning to face him. His jaw tightens as he stares at his boyfriend. "Am I not fucking you right?"
Jake chuckles, tilting his head, eyes glinting with amusement. "Oh, baby, you areâbut that's not the point."
Jay crosses his arms, his annoyance growing. "Then what is the point?"
Jake shrugs, leaning casually against the table behind him. "I just want to add some spice. It's nothing personalâjust something I'd like to try." He watches Jay carefully. "And I'm not forcing you, okay? If you don't want it, we don't have to. But you asked why, and I'm just telling you."
Jay lets out a sharp exhale, running a hand through his hair. Of course, Jake says it so easily, so casually, like it's not a big deal at all. But to Jay, it is.
He's pissed. Maybe even jealous. Because Jay is not the type of man who shares. He never has been. The thought of someone else touching what belongs to himâseeing Jake spread out, vulnerable, pleasured by someone elseâsets something ugly and possessive twisting in his chest.
But thenâfuck. Jake is looking at him with those big, innocent, doe eyes. His lower lip juts out, his brows lift slightly, and he tilts his head just enough to make himself look small, needy. And Jay hates that he knows exactly how to get his way.
Jay groans, rubbing his face with both hands. In the back of his mind, a voice whispersâmaybe he'll like it. Maybe, just maybe, it won't be so bad if he's the one in control.
His hands drop, and he meets Jake's gaze. "I'll try to talk to her."
Jake's entire face lights up. His arms shoot forward, wrapping around Jay's neck as he peppers kisses all over his face, murmuring between them, "Thank you, thank you, thank youâI love you, you're the best, oh my godâ"
"Yeah, yeah, yeah," Jay grumbles, pretending to be unimpressed, even as his arms tighten around Jake's waist. "I love you too."
Jay drops his notebook onto the desk with a loud thud, drawing a few glances as he settles into the seat beside you with a quiet grunt.
You freeze, lip gloss wand hovering just above your lips, staring at him in confusion.
"Excuse me? That's my seat." A sharp, sassy voice cuts through the moment.
Jay sighs, already annoyed, and glances up. He recognizes the guy instantlyâSunoo, one of the members from his club.
"Do you have your name on it?" Jay asks, raising a brow.
Sunoo rolls his eyes. "Seriously? God, you guys just pop up out of nowhere." Huffing, he drops into the seat in front of you instead, muttering something under his breath.
Jay turns his attention forward. "I need to talk to you."
You blink, shoving your lip gloss back into its tube. "What?"
"Is this about what your boyfriend told me? Because I already saidâ"
"And I'm here to change your mind."
You press your lips together, irritation and confusion mixing inside you.
Jay sighs, rubbing his face before looking at you again. "Meet me after the lecture, at the cafĂŠ downtown."
Then, without another word, he stands up, walking away because he can't sit next to you any longer.
You watch him go, then, right on cue, Jake walks into the lecture hall. His eyes scan the room once before landing on Jay. His face lights up immediately, steps quick as he moves in, casually throwing an arm around Jay's shoulders.
Jay barely reacts. He says something back, forcing a small smile, but you can tell it's fake.
Jake looks at you for a second his lips twitch into a small smile before he turns back to Jay.
Before you can even process it, Sunoo is sliding into the seat beside you, reclaiming what was his.
"Are you friends with them?" he asks, side-eyeing you. "What's with all the random talks?"
You force yourself to shrug, keeping your voice light. "No idea."
You don't know what possessed you to agree to this, but here you areâsitting across from Jay at a cafĂŠ, watching him lean back in his chair, sipping on his fruit tea.
Your foot taps anxiously against the floor. "Where's Jake?" you ask, breaking the silence.
Jay exhales through his nose, placing his drink down on the table before spreading his legs slightly, leaning forward. "He's too impatient and impulsive," he says firmly. "It's better if I'm the one talking to you."
You press your lips together, feeling the weight of his stare.
"Look, I didn't mean to overhear your conversation that night." His voice controlled as he's talking to you.Â
"Jake has been looking for the perfect third to bring into our bed, and he thinks you're..." He hesitates, his next word feeling like it physically pains him to say, "interesting."
Your fingers curl against the fabric of your skirt. "There are plenty of other girls who would be willing to join you." Your voice is steady, but your stomach is twisting. "I'm just... not the oneâ"
"But you want it, don't you?"
The air shifts. Your breath catches, your eyes widening slightly as you stare at him.
"You just can't say yes because of your situation," he continues, watching you closely making your throat feel dry.
He sighs heavily, rubbing a hand over his face before pushing his hair back. "Look," he starts, tone lowering slightly.Â
"I know this may sound pushy, but just give it a chance. Jake is great at what he does." His jaw tightens, like the words physically strain him. "We'll consider your situation. We'll take it slow. We won't push you into anything you don't want. If it gets uncomfortable, you can back out."
He exhales sharply, his gaze flickering away for a moment before he forces himself to look at you again. "Just... give him a chance."
You stare at him, mouth slightly open. There's something strange about this. The way he speaks. The way his voice changesâlike he's forcing himself through the words.
Your lips part before you even think. "What about you?"
His head lifts slightly, eyes narrowing. "What?"
You swallow. "Are you even sure you want me to join?"
His shoulders tense.
"This isn't just about Jake," you continue, shifting in your seat. "You're a couple. This kind of thing requires a lot of trust and... well, you know." You let out a nervous laugh, trying to ease the tension.
Jay doesn't smile, his eyes flicker before he answers, voice softer than before. "I'm okay with it."
You tilt your head slightly. "Being okay with it doesn't mean you want it."
His jaw ticks. Jay exhales sharply, running a hand through his hair again, more frustrated now. "Just don't mind me, alright?"
"I just want him to be happy. What stays in the bedroom, stays in the bedroom. He's mineâand letting you into our bed doesn't mean anything more. You're just there for fun." His voice is short, irritation creeping into it.
Then, his next words come out gritted, dripping with something so possessive, it nearly startles you.
"I'll always be the one who fucks him better."
You blink. Then before you can stop yourself, you laugh.
A short, amused scoff, shaking your head. "Okay, chill." You hold your hands up in mock surrender. "I'm not going to steal your boyfriend from you."
"So you're down?"
Jay voice is impatient, looking at you. You sigh, leaning back slightly. For most girls, this would be a dream come true. Jake is hot. Jay is hot.
And they acknowledge your situation. They get it. They've promised to take things slow, to not push you, to let you back out if it gets too much.
Maybe... maybe you should just give it a chance.
Because honestly? All that self-reflection, all those moments of avoiding temptation, of telling yourself you're better than this?
Fucking pointless. Because it's not you chasing after dicks. It's the dicks chasing you.
You exhale, rubbing your temple before finally meeting his gaze. "Okay. When?"
Jay studies you for a moment before nodding, pulling out his phone.
As he scrolls through his messages, you brace yourselfâalready preparing for another abdominal pain moment. Because you see it coming already.
But heyâat least they're hot.
â
You wake up early, too early, scrubbing your body until your skin is soft and warm. Another round of shaving, another layer of the sweetest lotion, perfume misted over every inch of you.
By the time you sit in your lecture, your nerves are already getting the best of you. Your eyes keep flickering toward them. Jake, completely unaware of what's coming. Jay, pretending not to notice you staring.
You remember his words.
"Don't degrade him. You can't finger his ass. No leaving marks on his neck. Don't bite his dick. Don't choke himâthat's my job."
You had blinked at him, slightly amused. "What about you?"
Jay had raised an eyebrow, looking at you like you had lost your mind.
"The same." His voice had been simple. Then, after a beat, "Yours?"
You had hesitated for a moment, thinking. "Uh... nothing, really. I am uhâI'm more into giving. If I get comfortable -" You had tapped your nails against the table, feeling the heat creep up your neck. "I'm okay with everything. You can use me all you want."
Jay hadn't expected his pants to tighten at that.
Fuck. He shouldn't be feeling this way.
Then, you had laughed, trying to ease the tension. "Oh, and I'm not ready for double vaginal penetration. Or something inserting in my ass."
Jay had stilled. His jaw had ticked, his thoughts immediately spiraling into something he shouldn't be imaginingâboth him and Jake taking you, your body trembling, stretched wide between themâ
He had shaken his head sharply. "As if I'm going to fuck you," he had muttered under his breath. But he had made sure you heard it.
You had only raised an eyebrow at him.
Two hours after your lecture, you're cleaning yourself again.
Over and over, you go through the motionsâshower, shave, perfumeâyour anxiety making you restless. Jay had texted you his address earlier, and now, standing in front of his apartment door, your heart is pounding.
Your fingers tremble as you twist the knob open. Stepping inside, you're immediately hit with the scent of him.
The living room is simpleâclean, minimal. Your eyes soften slightly as they land on the table covered in picture frames, mostly of him and Jake.
Cute. How long have they been together?
You shake the thought away, climbing the stairs slowly, Jay's instructions still clear in your mindâ
"Just go straight to my room. The one with the keychain on the knob."
But the second you reach the hallway, you hear a soft, breathy sounds slip through the walls. Your brows furrow, steps slowing.
"Ahhh, fuck, please, please. I want to cum, I want to cumâ"
You gulp, throat tightening, fingers hovering over the doorknob. A familiar ache spreads between your legs. You let out a sharp breath, half-annoyed, half-aroused.
"God, he didn't even give me a heads-up," you mutter under your breath, shifting your weight, trying to decide if you should actually walk in on this.
"Fucking shut up," Jay's voice cuts through the air, with his rough and commanding tone.
Your thighs press together as you let out a shaky breath, closing your eyes for a brief moment before gathering the nerve to twist the knob open.
The door swings slightly, and you're immediately hit with the sight in front of youâ
Jake, on his knees, getting pounded from behind by his boyfriend. And the worst part? They're facing you.
Your head spins as you stared at Jake's face is flushed, glistening with tears, his mouth parted as he moans helplessly. His hair is fisted in Jay's grip, keeping him in place, forcing his back into a deep arch.
Your eyes travel lowerâ Fuck, why the hell it's so long?
His achingly pink, dripping cock dangles with every relentless thrust, bouncing between his trembling thighs. A sharp inhale slips from your lips.
"Oh, look who finally showed up," Jay murmurs,
His grip tightens in Jake's hair, tugging him back further, forcing him to lock eyes with you.
Jake's body shudders, his eyes widening in shock.
"J-Jay! Oh my Godâ" His words break into a loud, desperate moan as Jay speeds up, the sound of skin meeting skin echoing through the room. "You said she refused!"
Jay only laughs, voice dark and smug as he leans down, shifting his angle, making Jake cry out.
"Surprise."
Your throat bobs as you swallow, hard.
You're just standing there, frozen, watching the scene unfold before you. Watching how beautifully, how filthy Jake takes Jayâs cock. The way his body rocks forward with each thrust, the way his lips fall open in helpless moans.
And then your eyes trail lower. You can see everythingâJayâs dick sinking in and out of him, coated in slick, stretching him so perfectly. Each movement is deep and unrelenting. Your breath shudders as you take it all in, heat curling through your body, making your skin burn despite the cold sweat forming on your back.
Jakeâs moans grow louder, whinier, then, with his free hand, he reaches down, wrapping his fingers around his neglected cock, fisting it fast.
"Nggh, you got louderâ" Jay grunts, his pace never slowing, His gaze flicks toward you, locking onto yours with a sharp, knowing glare. "Youâre really into this, huh?"
"Yes, yes, yesâ!" Jake moans through a smile, his hand moving faster, squeezing around his cock, never looking away from you.
Your body feels weak. Your nails press into your palms, clenched so tightly that they sting, but you barely notice. Your legs shake slightly, but you still donât move. You canât.
"Iâm cummingâoh fuck, Iâm cummingâ!"
Jakeâs entire body trembles, his back arching, muscles tightening as he finally lets go. His cock twitches in his hand, thick white ropes spilling over his fingers, his stomach, dripping onto the sheets beneath him. His moans are long, drawn out, mixing with the broken whimpers leaving his lips.
You donât even realize youâre staring until your breath stutters, your thighs pressing together involuntarily.
Jayâs pace stutters as well, hips jerking forward one last time before he exhales sharply.
"Agh, fuckâ"
His grip tightens on Jakeâs hips, burying himself deep as he spills inside him, his body going rigid before his movements slow. He takes a second to catch his breath before finally pulling out.
A slap lands on Jakeâs ass, making him jolt slightly, though heâs still too dazed to react properly.
"Donât keep the guest waiting,"Â Jay mutters.
Your gaze drops to him.
Jay stands there, still breathless, still hard, his cock coated in a mess of slick and cum. Itâs thick, flushed, andâfuck. Your mouth waters.
Jake takes a moment to catch his breath before turning to you, grinning as he practically bounces toward you, not even bothering to clean upânot even caring that Jayâs cum is still dripping down his thighs.
He just walks up to you, arms wrapping around you in a soft, warm hug.
"Hi!" he says, his bare skin is hot against yours, his breath warm near your neck. And then you feel itâhis softened cock resting against your covered thigh.
Jayâs voice cuts, "Iâm gonna clean myself up."
Jake pouts at him, tilting his head. "Huh? Youâre not gonna join us?"
Jay barely looks back. "Later."
He reaches for the door but pauses, eyes flicking back toward you. His gaze sweeps over you slowly before settling. "Why are you still in your uniform?"
You blink, still struggling to breathe properly. "IâI have a lecture in four hours."
Jay just nods before slipping out of the room.
Left alone with Jake, you find yourself staring at him just as much as heâs staring at you. His eyes are wide, his smile effortlessly cute.Â
He takes your hand, fingers lacing through yours, and gently guides you toward the bed.
"Do you think you can take another one?" you ask, watching the way his flushed face still carries the lingering effects of pleasure. Jake chuckles, guiding you to lean back as he climbs onto the mattress on all fours, positioning himself above you. So hot.
"Of course,"Â he murmurs before finally settling beside you, propping his head up on one hand while keeping his eyes locked on yours. His free hand rests on your thigh, his touch warm and steady. "How did Jay manage to convince you?"
You shrug slightly. "He said to just give it a try. That I can always leave if it gets uncomfortable."
Jake nods, then tilts his head slightly. "I want to eat your pussy."
Your pussy clenches around nothing, the casual, sweet way he says it making something inside you tighten. How can he be so innocent and so filthy at the same time?
"Have you ever experienced that?"Â he asks, fingers tracing small circles against your thigh. "Can I?"
You shudder slightly, barely processing the words. "IâI have," you admit, voice quieter now. "But it felt... weird." Jake hums in thought, his fingers moving higher.
"Hmm. Then is it okay if I give it a try?" His voice is soft, but thereâs something intentional about the way he asks, his fingers pausing just shy of your core, waiting.
You look into his eyesâhis beautiful eyes, you exhale shakily, then nod.
Jake's lips curl into a soft smile before he leans forward, his hand sliding to your waist, pulling you closer.
"Can I kiss you?"
Your lips twitch slightly. "You donât need to ask every time."
He chuckles, then closes the space between you. His lips press against yours, warm and soft, moving slow. You respond instantly, your hands finding his shoulders, feeling the heat of his bare skin beneath your fingertips.
He deepens the kiss, his tongue gliding against your lips, insistent but teasing. When you part them for him, he pushes in, his tongue curling against yours, exploring, coaxing, making your head spin. His grip on your waist tightens, his arm wrapping fully around you, pulling you flush against his body. His thigh slips between yours, his bare skin brushing against your covered core, sending sparks of warmth up your spine.
You feel his cockâslowly waking up again, pressing lightly against your thigh, twitching with interest as the kiss grows hungrier.
 You break the kiss, a thin string of spit connecting your lips before snapping as you tug at the knot of your uniform tie, letting it slip off and fall to the floor.
Jake watches you, breathless, his eyes hungry. Without hesitation, he reaches for the buttons of your blouse, fumbling slightly in his urgency. When he finally pushes the fabric apart, his gaze darkens at the sight of your plump, barely covered breasts.
"Fuck."Â He groans, cursing under his breath before crashing his lips against yours again.
His hands find your chest, cupping you through the thin material of your bra, his thumbs brushing experimentally over the fabric. The sensation makes you whine, surprising yourself with how sensitive you are. Youâre not used to thisâto any of this.
His lips trail down, open-mouthed kisses pressing against your throat, his tongue flicking against your pulse before licking a slow path upward. Your breath hitches, the heat pooling inside you growing more intense with every touch.
"God, I love tits," he murmurs, burying his face between them, nuzzling against your soft skin.
"Are you still okay?"Â he asks, pulling back just enough to meet your gaze.
You nod, eyes fluttering shut, already feeling overwhelmed in the best way possible.
His fingers slip behind you, unclasping your bra. The straps slide down your arms, the fabric falling to the floor, leaving you completely bare from the waist up. Jake doesnât hesitateâhis lips immediately latch onto one of your nipples, sucking gently before dragging his tongue over it.
A sharp gasp escapes you, your back arching slightly into his touch. Your hands find their way into his hair, fingers curling into the strands as he switches to the other breast, his hand kneading the one he just left.
"I want to hear you,"Â he murmurs against your skin, pressing slow kisses around your areola before flicking his tongue over the hardened bud.
"IâIâm not the type,"Â you admit, biting your lip, trying to suppress the noises threatening to spill from your mouth.
Jake pulls back just enough to pout up at you before diving right back in, his tongue swirling, his lips sucking, his fingers teasing. Heâs determined to get a reaction out of you.
And fuck, itâs working.
The sensation is slow, nothing rushed, nothing rough, just pure focus on you, on making you feel good. He spends minutes worshiping your chest before finally kissing his way back up to your lips, capturing them in another deep, lingering kiss.
His hands move lower. He unzips your skirt, fingers tracing along the waistband of your panties before slipping underneath, brushing against the heat between your legs.
"Fuck, you're so wet." His fingers find you soaked, glistening with arousal, and it makes his cock throb.
You shudder in anticipation, a nervous sigh leaving your lips as he slowly eases your panties down your legs.
This is it. You already know how this endsâyour body will betray you, the same burning discomfort will return, and youâll be left frustrated and disappointed again.
Jake presses a soft kiss against your lips, unconsciously distracting you from your thoughts, his hands roaming your body. His palms are so gentle, and the way he squeezes your breasts, thumbs grazing over your nipples, he kisses you deeper, tongue sliding against yours, his breath hot and ragged as he takes his time exploring your mouth. He took the opportunity to dip his hand between your legs.
You gasp into his mouth, body tensing as his fingers graze your slit, gathering your wetness before rubbing slow, teasing circles over your clit.
A sharp jolt of pleasure shocks you, so unfamiliar, so intense that your arms immediately wrap around him, clinging to him.
Jake pulls back slightly, his lips brushing against your jaw. "Still okay?" he whispers, kissing just below your ear.
You let out a shuddering breath. "Y-Yeah. Itâs just... strange."
His fingers keep moving, slowly, carefully. "Strange how?"
You swallow thickly, your mind barely able to form words through the pleasure building inside you. "It... it doesnât burn like it usually does."
Jake stills for half a second before tilting his head, a small, knowing smirk forming on his lips.
"Good."
His fingers press in just a little more. "Iâm gonna insert a finger," he whispers, eyes locked on yours.
His middle finger pushes in slowly, sinking into you, the wetness making it effortless. He bites his lip, watching for your reaction, his chest rising and falling a little heavier now.
The second his fingertip brushes just the right spot, your body jerks.
"Oh my Godâ!"
A sharp moan escapes you, your back arching at the pleasure. Your hands grip onto his shoulders, your hips twitching up instinctively, chasing the sensation. Your eyes flutter, struggling to stay open, overwhelmed by the unfamiliar feeling.
Jake chuckles, completely enthralled by the way you cling to him, how sensitive you are, how eager your body is to take more.
"Hey, relax,"Â he murmurs, pressing a gentle kiss to your cheek, nuzzling against your skin as if to soothe you. His finger begins movingâslow, deep strokes, pulling out just enough before pressing back in.
The pleasure is new, intense, making your breath hitch with every slow drag of his finger inside you. Thenâit hits you. This feels good. For the first time, this actually feels good.
Your chest tightens and your vision blurs. Before you can stop it, you start crying.
Jake freezes. His brows furrow, his movements halting immediately. "Whatâs wrong?"
You shake your head desperately, your hand darting down to grip his wrist. "Donât stop, donât stop, pleaseâ"
Tears spill onto your cheeks, but itâs not from frustration, not from discomfort. Itâs from relief.
"Feels so good, fuckâ" your voice trembles, a broken whimper leaving your lips. "It feels so good."
Jake stares at you as something tightens in his chest, seeing you like this, falling apart on just one of his fingers, crying from pleasure , it stirs something almost primal in him.
"Poor baby,"Â he murmurs, his lips ghosting over your temple. "You must have been so frustrated every time, hmm?"
You nod frantically, still clinging to him as you start rolling your hips, grinding down onto his hand, chasing the friction, desperate for more.
"Want moreâplease, more,"Â you plead, voice breathless.Â
Jakeâs cock twitches, precum dripping steadily from the tip at the sound of your voice, the way youâre begging for him.
His free hand grips your thigh, holding you still as he eases a second finger inside. The stretch makes you gasp, walls tightening around him instantly, but before you can adjust, he flicks his fingers against your sweet spot, fast.
You scream. A sharp, choked-out cry, your whole body shaking as your grip on him tightens, fingers digging into his arm.
Jake smiles at the reaction, his heart pounding, the heat in his stomach coiling tighter. He adjusts his position behind you, spreading your legs apart with his knee, giving himself more space to move.
"Come on, let it out," he coaxes, watching you struggle to hold back. "Please, I want to hear you."
His pace increases, fingers moving faster, curling deeper inside you, dragging along the most sensitive parts of your walls.
Your breath comes out in quick, stuttering gasps, your nails digging into his wrist as pleasure crashes into you. Your body vibrates, overwhelmed, barely able to process just how good it feels.
His other hand moves up, fingers brushing against your breast before squeezing, thumb flicking over your hardened nipple.
You let out a loud, desperate whine, head falling back onto his shoulder.
"Youâre so beautiful," Jake groans, pressing a kiss to your jaw, feeling the way your body writhes against his. Then, a breathless chuckleâ"Fuck, whereâs Jay? Heâs practically missing out on this."
He watches you fall apart, his fingers fucking into you at a steady rhythm, your legs trembling, your moans growing louder.
Jake swallows thickly, his cock painfully hard, already imagining all the ways heâs going to ruin you.
"I told you, heâs good at what he does." Jay voice appear, you barely register his presence at first, too lost in the overwhelming sensation of Jakeâs fingers working you open.
Your half-lidded eyes flutter open, your hazy vision focusing just in time to see Jay stepping closer to the bed.
Heâs fresh from the shower, only a towel hanging loosely around his waist, damp strands of hair sticking to his forehead. Droplets of water slide down his sculpted chest, disappearing into the fabric wrapped dangerously low on his hips.
He doesnât look at you. Not even a glance. Instead, he moves straight to Jake, gripping his jaw and tilting his head up before crashing their lips together.
Jake melts into it instantly, moaning into Jayâs mouth, fingers still working relentlessly inside you, curling and pressing in all the right places.
Your walls clench around him at the sight. Your abdomen tightens, your body writhing against Jakeâs hold, the pleasure swelling dangerously close to its peak.
Jake groans against Jayâs lips, feeling the way your body reacts. He tightens his grip around you, breaking the kiss to catch his breath, his forehead resting against Jayâs.
"Look, babe,"Â Jake murmurs, voice thick with amusement.
He tilts your face toward Jay, thumb swiping at the tears streaking down your flushed cheeks.
"Sheâs crying." Jake laughs softly.Â
Jay finally looks at you. His sharp gaze drags over every inch of you, lingering on your trembling thighs, your swollen breasts, and your cuntâstill stretched around his boyfriendâs fingers.
You moan at the weight of his stare, barely registering the way his jaw tightens, his lips pressing into a thin line. You are barely aware that your hands are reaching for him, desperate for something, anything, to ground you. Jay, however, just scoffs, eyes narrowing as if he finds your reaction pathetic.
"Iâm gonnaâ"Â
"Are you gonna cum?"Â Jake asks, his breath hot against your cheek. You nod frantically, tears slipping down your face as the build-up inside you coils tighter, the overwhelming sensation too much to hold in.
Jake hums, licking the salty streaks from your cheeks before pressing a messy, open-mouthed kiss to your lips. Not really a kiss, tongue's out and licking each other.
Jay watches. His hand slides down, gripping his cock through the towel, squeezing at the aching hardness there. He doesnât know what the fuck heâs feelingâanger, possessiveness, bitterness all twisting together into something almost violent.
Because this wasnât supposed to happen. He was the one who convinced you. He was the one who pushed for this. And yetâhe hates it.
Hates the way Jake is practically glowing in pleasure, completely lost in you, in someone else.
Hates the way you look right nowâso fucking hot, back arching, mouth falling open in a silent scream as your orgasm hits, your iris literally disappear in your eyes, your whole body shaking, your walls fluttering around Jakeâs fingers.
Hates that his cock twitches at the sight. His grip on himself tightens, his pace quickening, his breath hitching as he watches you come undone.
Fuck you for being so fucking irresistible. Fuck Jake for being such a needy little slut, never content with just his cock.
Jay yanks the towel from his waist, tossing it aside before climbing onto the bed, his eyes flicker to Jake, who is still licking the remnants of your slick from his fingers, savoring it, eyes half-lidded in pleasure.
His gaze drops to you, to the way your chest rises and falls in uneven breaths, to the way your legs tremble from the intensity of your last orgasm.Â
Without warning, he grabs your thighs, forcing them apart despite your weak resistance, his eyes locked onto your glistening, swollen pussy. Thereâs no hesitation in the way he spreads you open, no gentleness in his touch
His fingers tighten on your skin, his expression dark, before he suddenly slaps your cunt.
"Ah, no!" A sharp cry rips from your throat, your body jerking violently as your legs instinctively snap shut. But Jay doesnât allow itâhe leans in, using his weight to keep you open, delivering another harsh slap to your clit before rubbing it cruelly, only to slap it again, sending jolts of overstimulation through your already-sensitive body.
"Noâstop!" you scream, thrashing against his hold, but itâs too much, too soon, and your voice comes out weak, broken.
Jake hesitates, watching the scene unfold, the conflict flickering in his eyes as you whimper beneath them. "Jayâ"
"Hold her down, Jake. She likes it."
Your mind spins, unable to process what you're feelingâif it's pleasure, pain, or something in between. Your body resists, still trying to recover from the last orgasm that left you weak and trembling, but your walls clench involuntarily at the rough treatment.
Jakeâs hesitation falters. He exhales sharply, biting his lip before following Jayâs order, arms sliding around you, pressing you down against the mattress.Â
"Shhh," he hushes, his lips ghosting over your damp skin, trailing lower to your breast, tongue flicking over your nipple in slow, teasing motions. But the moment of tenderness only amplifies the pleasureâonly makes your body more overwhelmed, more sensitive.
"Come on, give us another one," Jay mutters before shoving three fingers inside you at once.
Your back arches off the bed, a loud sob escaping your lips, your walls stretching too fast, too full, nothing like the slow build-up Jake had given you before. Unlike his boyfriend, Jay doesnât ease into itâhe doesnât tease, doesnât wait for your body to adjust. He just fucks you with his fingers, rough and unrelenting, his palm slamming against your clit with every harsh thrust.
It doesnât burnânot like it used to. But fuck, it hurts.
It hurts in a way that makes your body crave it, that makes you cling to Jake even as your mind screams that itâs too much. The pleasure is raw, overwhelming, your thighs quivering uncontrollably, your breath coming out in frantic gasps.
"Fuck, fuck, fuckâ!" you choke out, voice cracking, unable to stop yourself from whining, from shaking.
Jay clicks his tongue, displeased, his free hand moving up to grab your throat, fingers pressing into the sides as he tightens his grip. "You said we could do anything we wanted, didnât you?" His tone is mocking, his pace never slowing, only pushing deeper, rougher. "Donât you fucking back out now."
Your vision blurs, a strangled gasp escaping as you clutch at his wrist, your body caught between wanting to stop and wanting more. Your mind is too far gone to fight itâyour thighs trembling as another orgasm builds fast, your walls tightening around his fingers.
Jay feels it immediately, his jaw clenching, his anger still simmering beneath the surface. He should stopâshould let you breathe, let you come downâbut instead, he pulls his fingers out abruptly, making you whine at the emptiness.Â
Before you can even process the loss, his hand slaps your pussy again.Â
"Jayâ" Jake starts, but heâs cut off by a sharp glare.
"Sheâs enjoying it, isnât she?" Jay huffs, his dark gaze snapping back to you, watching the way your body shudders, your fingers gripping his wrist like itâs the only thing keeping you grounded.
 His lips curl, amusement flickering in his eyes. "Ah, I forgotâyou canât speak right now, can you?" He laughs under his breath, finally releasing your throat, watching you gasp for air.
"Jake, hold her legs open. Donât let her close them." His voice is firm, commanding, and Jake doesnât question him this time.
Jake moves behind you, his warm hands gripping the backs of your thighs, forcing you open as Jay continues his assault on your wrecked cunt. The slaps grow harder, sharper, the alternating mix of rough circles over your clit and sudden impact making your body feel like itâs burning, in a good way.Â
You sob, your throat raw, your entire body trembling, but you canât stopâcanât fight the way your hips twitch upward with every hit.
Itâs too much.
Itâs exactly like porn.
The last slap lands, harder than before, followed by relentless, rough circles against your clit. Your abdomen tightens so suddenly it feels violent, your breath choking on a scream. "Fuck, no, noâ!"
Your body jerks, a shockwave of pleasure ripping through you, forcing Jayâs hand out of you as your orgasm explodes.
A sudden rush of liquid spurts from between your legs, the wetness splashing onto Jayâs forearm, drenching Jakeâs hands where they still hold you open. The realization hits all of you at the same time, the room falling into stunned silence for a brief second.
Jakeâs eyes widen, his fingers tightening around your thighs as you keep squirting, your body writhing against his grip. "Holy shit," he whispers, almost in awe, his own cock twitching at the sight.
Jayâs expression darkens, his lips parted slightly as he watches the mess you just made. His jaw tightens, his cock aching, his pride burning with how wrecked you look.
"I wanna lick it,"Â Jake murmurs, voice breathy, eager, already shifting positions.
Your body barely registers whatâs happening. Your throat is raw, your limbs are limp, and your vision is hazy, blurred with exhaustion and overstimulation. But they move you anyway, shifting your body like a doll between them, switching positions.
Jake lowers himself between your legs, his warm breath ghosting over your slick, oversensitive skin. At the same time, Jay positions himself behind you, pulling you flush against his chest, his firm grip keeping you upright as your legs tremble. His arms snake around you, locking your thighs open.
"Donât fall asleep on us. Jakeâs still enjoying himself."Â Jayâs voice is low, whispering so Jake doesn't hear, his breath hot against your ear as his fingers toy lazily with your swollen nipples.
 Your heavy eyes fight to stay open, lids drooping, but the moment Jakeâs tongue licks through your folds, sharp pleasure snaps through you, making you whimper.
Jay watches the way your body jerks, his tongue pressing against the inside of his cheek in irritation of what you're doing. He bites your napeâhard, teeth sinking into your skin just as Jake flicks his tongue over your clit.
A scream rips from your throat, pain and pleasure crashing into each other all at once. Jayâs fingers tighten around your breasts, kneading roughly, relishing how soft you feel beneath his grip. He groans, inhaling your scent, his lips brushing against the mark he just left.
"Fuck, you feel so soft." His voice is quieter now, almost to himself, but then his fingers pinch your nipples, making you jolt. "I hate you." The words are bitter, filled with frustration, but his hands never stop.
Jake pulls back slightly, licking his lips before glancing up at you. "Is she still okay?" His voice is gentle, laced with concern, his fingers stroking your inner thighs.
Jay sighs, rolling his eyes, his grip tightening possessively around your chest. "Of course sheâs fine, baby. Iâm waking her up." He flashes Jake a sweet smile.
Jake lowers himself again, spreading you open further, his tongue gliding along your folds before dipping inside, tasting you. Your head falls back against Jayâs shoulder, unable to hold yourself up any longer.Â
You barely have a voice left, just soft, broken moans spilling from your lips as Jakeâs tongue works against you, his nose nudging your clit. The wet sounds mix with your ragged breathing, your hands gripping weakly onto Jayâs legs.
Jay watches Jake closely, his eyes darkening as he notices how his boyfriend grinds his hips into the sheets while eating you out.Â
The way Jakeâs tongue hardens inside you, how his moans vibrate against your cunt, sends your back arching for more even though you can't take it anymore.Â
"Are you still okay with penetration?"Â His voice drags you back, your dazed eyes barely focusing on him as you try to process the question.
"Yesâ" The word slips from your lips, hoarse and weak, as your body arches under Jakeâs tongue, your walls clenching around nothing.
Jay hums, satisfied, his fingers idly stroking your inner thigh as his attention shifts back to Jake. "Babe, do you want to go inside her?"
Jake lifts his head, breathless, his lips shining with your slick. His eyes flicker between you and Jay before he grins, biting his lip. "Can I?"
Jay smiles at him, softer this time, his hand brushing over Jakeâs cheek before nodding. "Of course, baby." He leans down, pressing a slow, lingering kiss to Jakeâs lips, tasting you on him.
You squirm slightly as Jay shifts again, dragging your legs further apart as Jake moves into position. Your hazy mind barely registers how youâre now upside down, your head hanging slightly over the edge of the mattress. When you blink up, Jay is standing in front of you, looking down at you with a glare.Â
Jake groans as he fists his cock, spreading the leaking precum along his length before positioning himself between your legs. He grips your thighs, spreading you further, his cock rubbing along your clit, gathering your wetness before pressing against your entrance.
A sharp exhale leaves you as he pushes in, the slow stretch making your body tense before melting into pleasure.Â
"Fuckâ" Jake moans, his head tilting back as your warmth surrounds him, his fingers tightening around your waist. "So fucking goodâ" His hips twitch slightly, unable to stop himself from thrusting in deeper, his pace quickening almost immediately.
"Good?"Â His voice is breathless, almost a whimper, as he looks at you.
You nod weakly, arms reaching for him, needing more. Jake leans forward, capturing your lips in another deep kiss, his moans muffling against your mouth.
"Move, baby. I have to feel good too."Â Jayâs voice is calm and patient, but the command is clear.
Jake straightens, adjusting his position as his thrusts deepen, picking up speed. You cry out, the angle hitting something devastating, making your toes curl. But before you can process the pleasure, something heavy presses against your lips.
"Letâs see if Heeseungâs rating was right."
Your moan is cut off by Jayâs cock pressing past your lips, stretching your mouth as he slides in. He groans, fingers curling into your hair, holding himself still as he feels how tight you are around him. "Shitâso fucking deepâ"
You force yourself to relax, breathing through your nose, your tongue pressing against the underside of his cock. Jay sighs in satisfaction, his grip in your hair tightening slightly before he begins to move, rolling his hips in time with Jakeâs thrusts.
Your head spins.
Every movement from Jake sends Jayâs cock deeper into your throat, forcing you to take him further with each thrust. Your body is overwhelmed, overstimulated from both ends, your moans vibrating around Jay, making his jaw clench.
Jake grips your legs, wrapping them around his waist as he drives into you, his thrusts becoming erratic, sloppy, desperate. "Babyâfuck, so good, so goodâ" His voice is almost whiny, his pace stuttering as he gets closer to his release. Jay glances at him, his lips twitching into a soft smile.
"Are you happy?"Â Jay asks, his voice smooth despite the way heâs thrusting into your mouth, barely holding himself together.
Jake nods frantically, gasping between moans, his body trembling as his hips jerk forward uncontrollably. "Yes, yes, yesâfuck, Jayâ" He leans forward, pressing his forehead against Jayâs, kissing him openly.Â
Jayâs hands dig into your breasts, his grip tightening until the pressure burns, sure to leave behind faint bruises in the shape of his fingers.Â
His breath is ragged, the pleasure coiling in his stomach, but just as his body urges him to chase his release, he pulls out, leaving you suddenly empty. Your dazed, confused expression meets his as he fists his cock, stroking himself slowly.
"What? You think you deserve my cum?"Â His voice is cold, "not a chance."
The words barely register before Jakeâs thrusts snap your focus back to him, his pace growing more frantic. Your body rocks beneath him, your oversensitive walls clenching tight around his cock, milking him for everything heâs worth.Â
Jay watches with dark, unreadable eyes, his hand moving steadily over himself, his knuckles white from the grip.
Youâre too far gone to even moan properly nowâyour throat is too raw, your body too exhausted. But you still feel itâevery deep, hard thrust slamming against your g-spot, sending you spiraling further into an overstimulated haze.
"Iâm gonna cumâcan I cum inside you? Please, pleaseâ" Jakeâs voice is wrecked, pleading, his fingers working quick circles over your clit, making your head spin.
You nod weakly, unable to do anything else, your body locking up as the final wave crashes over you. Your cunt tightens around him, your orgasm ripping through you so violently that your vision whites out.Â
Your limbs shake uncontrollably, your mind blanking from the sheer intensity of it, your nerves are fried. You donât even realize youâre crying again, too far gone to care.
Jake gasps, his body stiffening before his hips stutter, his cock buried deep as he spills inside you. "Yes, yesâthank you, thank you, thank youâfuckâ" He babbles, his forehead pressing against yours as he trembles, his release filling you to the brim, dripping down where youâre still connected.
Jay exhales sharply, his own arousal teetering on the edge as he watches the sight before him, with a growl, he grabs Jakeâs hair, yanking him down onto his cock without warning. Jake barely has time to catch his breath before Jayâs hips snap forward, his cock pushing past his lips, forcing him to take him deep.
Jake chokes, his throat tightening around him, his body still trembling from the aftermath of his orgasm. His fingers dig into your thighs as he adjusts, tongue flattening against Jayâs shaft, relaxing his throat the best he can.
Jay groans, his free hand gripping the back of Jakeâs head, holding him still as he thrusts into the warmth of his mouth.Â
"Come on, baby. Iâm close too, hmm?" His voice is rough, but his eyes have softened slightly, watching the way Jake struggles to take him properly, how his throat works around him, trying so hard to please him.
Jake nods weakly, his tongue swirling around the length of him, his lips stretching around his thick cock as he bobs his head in time with Jayâs movements. His body is exhausted, but the desire to satisfy Jay outweighs the burning in his throat.
You force yourself to sit up, your entire body weak, your legs barely able to hold your weight. Your half-lidded eyes land on the sight before youâJakeâs lips stretched wide around Jay, his jaw slack, his throat taking every deep thrust. Your mind is foggy, your muscles sore, but you watch, hypnotized.
Jayâs eyes flick toward you, his gaze meeting yours, and for a moment, his thrusts falter.Â
"I'm close, baby." His grip on Jakeâs hair tightens slightly, his chest rising and falling in heavy breaths. And then, with a final groan, his release spills into Jakeâs mouth, his hips pressing forward as he holds him there, forcing him to swallow every drop.
Jake takes it all, eyes fluttering shut, his throat working around him until Jay finally pulls out, a thin string of saliva and cum breaking between them.
You didnât even realize you had passed out.
Everything was a blurâthe memories muddled together, the sensations lingering somewhere between dream and reality. Your body floated, weightless, exhaustion pulling you under even as you felt hands on you.
Fingers washing you, dragging a warm cloth over your skin, rinsing you. The soft splash of water surrounded you, the faint scent of soap.
Jakeâs voice filtered, "Are you okay?"
You wanted to answer, but your body wouldnât respond. You were too tired, too drained, your mind slipping back into the darkness before you could even try.
When you wake up, itâs already another day.
You blink, squinting against the dim light filtering through the unfamiliar room. Your head feels heavy, like itâs been weighed down by exhaustion, and your limbs ache with every movement.
Your gaze drifts, taking in your surroundingsâthis isnât your dorm, but your belongings are neatly placed on the side table.
Your uniform hangs on a nearby hook, freshly ironed.
Slowly, you push yourself up, wincing as a dull ache spreads through your muscles. Your throat throbs, and the soreness in your body makes it feel like youâve been beaten.
You shuffle toward the mirror on the wall, rubbing at your sore neck absentmindedlyâ
And then you freeze.
Your reflection stares back, the evidence of last nightâs events written across your skin.
A deep bite mark sits at the side of your neck, darkening into a deep purple. Your throat is bruised, a faint imprint of Jayâs grip still visible. Your legs are covered in smaller marksâfinger-shaped bruises, faded red streaks.
"Fuckâ"
Panic flickers in your chest.
How the hell are you supposed to go to school like this?
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wait would you u want to explain the context of multi 21?
MULTI-21: A HISTORY LESSON
MODERN ASSUMPTIONS:
it has been over a decade since the 2013 malaysian grand prix. as the years have gone on, people have forgotten, or smoothed out, the minutiae of it.
when people talk about multi-21 nowadays, it tends to fall under three headings:
⢠evil supervillain seb was addicted to winning and didnât care about his team. selfish emotionless robot. got booed for a year and deserved it
⢠cunty brat seb was a disobedient child and refused to listen to his team and faced no consequences ever because he was red bulls special little boytoy
⢠poor mark webber was betrayed by his team as he had been for five years. the win was his and seb stole it
but of course, nothing is ever so simple
BACKGROUND
by 2013, sebastian and mark had been teammates for 5 years, and part of the extended red bull âfamilyâ for 7.
when they became teammates in 2009, mark was the older, more experienced head. seb was the young wunderkind who already had a race win under his belt, more than mark had.
(ironically, mark won his first race in germany in 2009. seb wouldnât win his home GP until 2013. seb has since called markâs 2009 german gp win as one of the most impressive drives heâs ever seen.)
anyway. letâs go back in time. itâs japan. itâs 2007. and it is raining. itâs lap 45, under the safety car after alonso crashed out. the rain is TORRENTIAL, and mark (red bull) is running in 2nd. heâs so sick that heâs vomiting in his helmet. seb (toro rosso baby. 20 years old) was 3rd. hamilton was leading, and braked quite dangerously. seb was caught out by this, and crashed into the back of mark. both of them had been running in the podium places, and both had to retire. mark called seb a kid without experience fucking it up. seb cried in his garage. this is the first time they crash. mark later referred to it as the first time they made love on track because heâs a freak
fast forward to turkey 2010. they are teammates now, and have been for over a year. fuji 2007 had largely been forgotten. water under the bridge. they are fighting for the championship against ferrari and mclaren. mark got pole, but around lap 40 seb had caught up to him as mark had to save fuel. they âmerged towards each otherâ (generous). mark didnât give seb enough space, seb was too over-eager. people will have different opinions. unless youâre helmut marko, who will always back seb, since seb is a product of the red bull academy whereas mark wasnât. mark went on to finish on the podium, seb had to retire. seb was PISSED! (sexy). this is seen as the start of the ârivalryâ by many.
britain 2010. aka the mark-webber-slams-water-on-desk moment. seb was given the new front wing from marks car for qualifying because he was a better qualifier because his had broken in fp3. he would ultimately get a puncture in the race, whilst webber with the old wing came first, and graced us with the ânot bad for a no.2 driverâ radio message.
so, where are we by summer 2010 and spring 2011? fuji was no oneâs fault really, turkey was six of one half a dozen of the other, but mark felt the team favoured seb. britain made that feeling CONCRETE in marks mind. then seb won the title in 2010 after not leading until the final race of the season. in the press conference before abu dhabi 2010, seb kept getting asked if heâd let mark past it if would win mark the championship, and he kept evading the answer. see, mark had been ahead in the championship, but he qualified 7th while seb got pole and won. so, come 2011, webber was convinced the team favoured seb. however, seb was by far and away the better driver.
so. britain 2011. an underrated moment of the vettel webber rivalry. mark qualified on pole, with seb p2. seb quickly took the lead in the race. later on in the race after some botched pit stops and drama, mark was close to seb. red bull told mark NOT to pass seb.
mark ignored this team order. he tried to pass his teammate, but ultimately failed to do so. itâs often forgetting in vettel/webber rivalry lore that mark was the first of them to ignore a direct team order. the difference was he just wasnât able to make the overtake. here are two interesting quotes from just after the race:


and now. brazil 2012. another forgotten multi-21 backstory. it was the last race of the season, and seb was fighting for his third straight championship, only alonso could possibly beat him. mark qualified 3rd, seb 4th, and alonso 8th. seb had a rocky start to the race, which resulted in him being hit from the back & spun around. he pulled off the mother of all recovery drives to win the championship. alls well that ends well right? wrong. horner admitted a few years ago that seb felt that mark was to blame for the rocky start by forcing seb into the wall. horner even went as far as to say that this lack of teamwork was directly in sebs mind when malaysia 2013 came around. that that was sebâs revenge.
conspiracy theorists will say that mark forced seb towards the wall because he wanted his mate alonso to win the championship over his teammate. definitely possible but not confirmed.
so. here we are. malaysia 2013. itâs been 5 years of crashes, ignored team orders (mark), favouritism (seb) and finally an almost championship-ruining shove towards a wall.
seb qualified on pole, mark 5th. but mark took the lead after the first round of pitstops. around lap 46, seb was gaining on mark, who was on old hard tyres. team orders came through for seb not to fight mark. multi 21 literally means that car no 2 should stay in position ahead of car no 1. just as mark ignored team orders in britain 2011, seb ignored them here. the only difference was seb actually got past. mark was furious (âyep thatâs good teamwork!â) seb, a bad liar, was hilarious (âi was really scared⌠all of a sudden he was moving⌠i had toâŚâ) horner was regretting most of his life choices (âthis is silly seb come on.â)
seb won the race. the most awkward of all cool down rooms ensued (âmulti 21 seb. yeah? multi 21â) seb chugged an entire bottle of water. poor lewis hamilton just trying to disappear into thin air. underrated moment is you can see a clip of seb trying to explain something to mark and neither of them are having a good time. on the podium interviews after mark said âseb will have protection from the team as alwaysâ - harkening back to his long-felt belief that the team favoured seb, yet ignoring his own history of ignoring team orders, and ignoring brazil 2012.
seb would later apologise.
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three days later seb would rescind that apology.
(âi was racing i was faster i passed him i won.â)
at this stage, seb had been the dominant driver for four years running and some crowds had grown annoyed at him, so used this as an excuse to boo him at basically every race for the summer swing of the season. seb spoke at the end of 2013 about how hard this was for him, and how he was thankful for the support of his family and girlfriend during the hard times. itâs important to remember that seb was only in his mid 20s when all this booing and controversy was happening. itâs a lot to shoulder, especially when youâre only doing what youâve always done, what youâre being paid to do: winning.
mark would retire at the end of the 2013 season, though apparently he had already made up his mind before malaysia.
seb would stay at red bull for one more year before moving to ferrari.
when asked in 2022, seb said he wouldnât change what he did in malaysia 2013. and in my opinion, heâs right.
unlike the mclaren clusterfuck of hungary 24, there was YEARS of history between vettel and webber before multi-21. grudges, crashes, hurts, pride, friendship, rivalry, championships lost and won. this was the cumulation of their entire careers to date, all of their mistakes and their motivations for better or for worse.
basically, it was never so simple as âseb ignored team orders because he was an arrogant bratâ or âpoor mark the team never liked himâ itâs⌠well itâs all of the above. cheers for reading. fuck me i went on a bit
#TA DA!!!!!!!!#if iâve got anything wrong or forgot anything please tell me#a lot of this was just at the top of my memory#seb#sebastian vettel#mark webber#multi 21
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sucking jihoon even after he cums because you're in your fertile period and somehow the way his leg starts to shake and his voice breaks makes you drip down your shorts.
overstimulating woozi on your fertile period
WARNINGS: smut, overstimulation (both), mentions of body fluids (spit, cum), dirty talk, fingering, oral (m. receiving), mentions of soft cock.
watching jihoon cum will always be one of the best views u have. you loved it, and he always knew. he was a little shy with the idea of ââyou looking at him like that. especially when your eyes never left his, the signs of your cheeks flushing were a sign that that time of the month had arrived. his cock pulsed inside your throat, and you felt the white cum coating your mouth, no pity in swallowing it.
âfuckâ y/n, iââ jihoonâs voice broke halfway through, and it was so fucking sexy to hear him lose it like that. his leg had started to twitch, that tiny shake you knew meant he was hanging on by a thread. but you didnât stop. didnât even think about stopping, actually. it made you suck harder, hollowing out your cheeks and pressing your tongue flat against his shaft.
his cum was salty, thick on your tongue, but you don't give a pin. it wasnât like you were letting up anytime soon. your body was basically screaming for him, your core soaking through your shorts, that annoying ache between your legs. it wasnât just need. no, you were in that dangerous, desperate place that made you shameless, greedy for more. you didnât care if heâd just cum, you didnât care if your jaw was starting to burn, all you could think about was dragging him through another round.
âs-shit⌠y/n, sâtoo muchâŚâ jihoon let out this pathetic little whimper, hands fisting in the sheets, eyes squeezed shut like he was fighting it so hard. âgod, are you serious?â
you smirked, pulling off him with a wet pop just to let your spit drip down his cock, a string of it sticking from your lips. âtoo much? baby, i havenât even started.â you didnât give him time to respond before you were back at it, sucking his tip so slow, teasing. his hips jerked up like it was instinctual, but his body was so done, you could tell. his legs were trembling, full-on shaking now.
you felt it every time he twitched, his cock jumping against your tongue, more sensitive than before. his breath hitched, all broken and uneven. the way his hand fell to your head, weakly trying to push you away but not really meaning it, only made you hungrier. you wanted to see him fall apart, wanted him to lose it so bad he couldnât even fucking think.
you looked up, watching him through your lashes, his face flushed red, eyes squeezed shut, and his lips parted in a silent moan. the way he was so fucking pretty like that, all helpless and overstimulated, made you clench your thighs together.
you were dripping. literally. the wetness soaked through your shorts, sticking to your skin, and you could feel yourself pulsing with every whimper that left his mouth. shit, you needed him so bad you could cry. his hand tightens in your hair, and for a second, he tries to lift your head off his dick, but youâre not letting go. no way.
âholy shit, babyâah! shitshitshit,â heâs stuttering now, his head falls back, and his chest rises and falls rapidly, your mouth wet and messy as you take him all the way in again, ignoring the way his legs are shaking so hard that the bedâs starting to creak under you both.
âyouâreââ he gasps, voice wrecked, âyouâre fucking insatiable.â
you pull off just long enough to look up at him, lips shiny with spit and cum. ââs your fault for making me like this,â you shoot back, eyes locking with his, challenging him to say something else.
heâs lost for words though, a strangled moan ripping out of him when you wrap your hand around the base of his cock and stroke him, lazily, milking him for more. you know heâs close again. you can feel it in the way his hips jump toward you, desperate and needy, his entire body begging nut even though heâs already spent.
and just like that, he cums again, this time the cum isnât as thick, but it still fills your mouth enough to make you swallow hard. heâs sinking deeper into the mattress, completely fucking gone. eyes squeezed shut, legs twitching uncontrollably, his whole body limp like heâs got nothing left to give. it makes you laugh, a soft chuckle that slips out as you pull off him, letting his cock finally slip free. his thighs are still shaking, and you run your hand along them, feeling the tremors under your palm. âdamn, baby,â you mutter, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand. âyouâre fucking ruined.â
he breathes out a shaky laugh, too fucked out to respond properly, his eyes still half-closed. then his eyes flicker open, catching the way youâre shifting uncomfortably, pressing your thighs together like you canât hold it back anymore. it takes him a secondâbrain still foggyâbut then he notices it. the wet patch on your shorts, the dark spot spreading over the fabric, and the way youâre practically grinding down on nothing, trying to get some relief.
âhmmâŚâ his voice is still rough, but he sounds more awake now, eyes widening as he takes it in. âare you⌠dripping?â
his words hit you like a punch, your body reacting before you can even think about it. your thighs clench together tighter, a flush of heat spreading across your face as you realize just how wet you are. itâs not just dampâitâs soaked, sticky and warm, and fuck, youâre dripping through your shorts, making a mess without even touching yourself.
âitâs your fault,â you shoot back, but your tone comes out way too shaky, exposing just how much youâre turned on. âyouââ you pause, swallowing thickly as you shift again, feeling the slickness between your legs.
jihoonâs eyes darken, âfuck, babe,â he whispers, his hand reaching out, fingers tracing the edge of your shorts. âlet me see.â
you hesitate for a second, but the throbbing between your legs is too much, and the way heâs looking at you, all needyâit makes you want him even more. so you push your shorts down, the fabric sticking to your skin from how soaked they are. jihoon groans as soon as he sees, his hand immediately slipping between your legs, fingers grazing over your swollen, dripping core.
âgod, baby, youâre fucking soaked,â he coos, eyes locked on you as he runs his fingers through your wetness, coating them in your slick. his touch is faint, teasing, and it makes your hips buck toward him. âyou want it that bad?â
âshut up,â you snap, but your voice betrays you, coming out more like a whimper than anything else. youâre aching, do-or-die, and every brush of his fingers is making you drip even more, the wet sounds stuffing the air.
jihoon grins, that smug look back on his face even though heâs scarcely holding himself together. âyouâre so fucking cute when youâre this needy,â he whispers, his fingers sliding down to your entrance. âcanât get enough of me? hm?â
before you can snap back, his fingers slip inside, and you let out a choked gasp, your whole body jolting at the sudden stretch. youâre so wet that he slides in easily, makes your vision blur.
âjiâŚâ you moan, your hips rocking against his hand, youâre so fucking turned on that you can barely think straight, the sensitiveness making you feel like only the intrusion of his fingers, could make you cum already. âdonât stopâŚâ
he doesnât, his fingers picking up the pace, curling deeper inside you while his palm presses against your clit, rubbing small circles that make your thighs tremble.
âyouâre dripping all over me,â jihoon mutters, his voice strained as he watches you break. âso fucking messy, baby.â
ââs âcause of youâŚâ you gasp, your fingers gripping the sheets as your hips grind down on his hand, chasing that high.
âdamn right it is,â he whispers, his palm pressing harder against your clit, and your orgasm slams over you, you let out a loud moan, your vision going white for a moment as you ride out the high, your hips jerking against jihoonâs hand.
he doesnât stop, even as your walls clench around his fingers, even as your body trembles uncontrollably. he keeps rubbing, working you through it, pushing you further until youâre practically sobbing from how good it feels.
âfuck, jihoon⌠sâtoo muchâŚâ you manage to choke out, but he just grins, slowing down just enough to keep you on the edge, but not enough to let you fully come down.
âyou can give me one more, right?â he asks, all soft and sweet like heâs innocent or something. as if heâs not knuckles deep inside you, fingers curling right against that spot that makes your thighs twitch like youâve got no control over them.
âjihoonâŚâ you gasp, breathless, trying to pull away, but he just follows you, his other hand gripping your hip like youâre not going anywhere. âfuck, i canâtââ
ânah, baby, you can,â he says. âyouâre already this wet.â he pulls his fingers out just a little, dragging them through your slickness before pushing back in, making sure you feel every inch of it. âfeels good, huh?â
you nod, unable to form any words that arenât just pure nonsense moans, âcause damn, the way heâs fucking you with his fingers right now has your brain short-circuiting. heâs got this smug-ass look on his face too. âholy shit, jihoonâŚâ you manage to choke out, voice all shaky, and youâre clenching around his fingers like crazy. âyouâreâfuck, youâre gonna make me cum again.â
âthatâs the plan,â he shoots back, his grin widening. âgotta make sure youâre all taken care of, right?â
you snort, even though youâre one breath away from losing it completely. âyou sound like a fuckinâ customer service rep.â
he raises an eyebrow at you, that cocky grin still on his face. âand youâre the customer, baby. gotta give you the premium package.â he curls his fingers again, and your back arches so hard you almost see stars.
âoh my god,â you whine, and honestly, you donât even care about talking shit anymore, âcause the pressureâs building again, and fast. your bodyâs on fire, every nerve buzzing as your clit throbb on his palm, the slickness starting to drip from his hand too, and jihoonâs relentless, like he knows exactly how far to push you before you completely lose it.
âyeah, there it is,â he mutters, watching the way your bodyâs reacting to him, like heâs enjoying the show. âgood girl, just like that.â
his fingers pump faster, you can feel yourself tipping over the edge, your whole body tensing. itâs fucking intense, and youâre moaning so loud now, not even trying to keep it together, âcause heâs got you wrapped around his fingersâliterally.
âshit, iâm cummingââ you barely get the words out before your body locks up, thighs shaking, toes curling, and your orgasm crashes over you. itâs so fucking good, the kind that makes your mind go completely blank, like nothing else matters except his fingers inside you, working you through it.
youâre practically sobbing his name, grabbing onto his wrist, but he doesnât stopâagain, just slows down a little, letting you ride the high. your legs are trembling so hard, it feels like youâre about to fall apart on him, and you canât stop the shaky, breathless laugh that spills out of you.
âhey, donât laugh at me, okay? iâm still recovering from you trying to turn me into a puddle.â you shove at his arm weakly, still feeling the aftershocks of your orgasm pulsing through you. âmy brainâs not functioning.â
yeah, like u didn't have sucked the soul out of him.
âif thatâs what youâre like after just my fingers, i wonder what youâll be like when i actually fuck you.â
your breath catches, and suddenly youâre back to being all wound up again, heat pooling low in your stomach. âoh, fuck you,â you mutter, already feeling yourself get worked up again.
ânot yet,â he grins, looking at his cock not even twitching, soft, soft. âbut soon.â
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ŕź Blurb of stupid-mushy-relationship shit with the big Bernard...
Stupid blurb of you being an attention whore for your boyfriend. Warning - it is slightly suggest (face sitting mentioned and some more), being told to die, being called a bitch, just like bully-flirting yk?
With love and big tits, Rose
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"You kinda look like a bitch today."
Your words caught Matt off-guard. He does a double take, looking over his shoulder to see if it's some audio that sound like you, but no - you're staring right at him.
"Huh? Doll - what're you sayin?" he asks.
Rolling your eyes, you repeat yourself, trying to bite back a smile. "I said, you kinda look like a bitch today," you point out.
A bitch? Matt looks down at his outfit, an outfit he only wear because you had coordinated it one time.
"But...you like this sweater and jeans together-"
"No, no. It's not your clothes. It's just..." you cock your head to the side, shruggging, "-it's your face."
Matt huffs, rubbing his hand over his face, "Alright, what did I do?" he asks.
Snickering, you shake your head from side to side. "Hmph - nothin' really. I just wanted your attention."
"Bruh. You're such a-"
You glare at him, his mouth sealed shut as his eyes go wide. "What? I'm such a what, Matt? Go on."
Matt looks around the room shamefully, avoiding your gaze at all costs. "-a beautiful, perfect, girlfriend?"
Smiling at him, you tug him closer by the belt loop. "I'm also an attention whore!" you chirp, playfully dusting off his shirt. Matt puffs, astonished at the words from your mouth, the one statement he thought he really fucked up with.
"Sweetheart, I'm gonna die from a heart attack one of these days. You can't keep fucking with me like this."
"Your blaming me for your death right after you implied I was a whore?" you question.
Matt takes a deep sigh, closing his eyes as he mutters beneath his breath, "I'm gonna sit on the floor and cry. What the fuck am I supposed to say."
You laugh while tangling your hands into his hair, tugging lightly at the roots. Genuinely, you do feel just the slightest bit bad, stressing him out so much and for what?
"Don't die, you're too sexy," you smile.
Matt's face changes within an instant. A happy grin sprawls across his face as his eyes perk with joy. "I'm sexier with you on my faceeee," he chimes.
You scrunch your nose, baffled as he stares at you dumbly. "Die," you exclaim, booping his nose.
You're an attention whore for him, sure. But you knew sitting on his face was a dangerous game. Especially when he was doing it as means of 'payback.' And you weren't that greedy.
"What if I die like in an hour and I have to die depressed because my girl won't sit on my face."
"Damn," I sigh, pinching his cheeks before shrugging, "Sucks."
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Ok, imagine this, werewolf is in love with his neighbor, a human girl, everything would be fine if it weren't for the fact that the girl is a single mother of a little boy, and I'm not saying this because it's a bad thing for a woman to be a single mother, I'm saying this because of their neighbors, the other human neighbors have the mistaken idea that werewolves are cruel to other men's children, even propagating the absurd idea that werewolves kill the children of other males when they are interested in the mother. Of course our werewolf would never do that, werewolves would never harm a woman's offspring, so he has to be very careful and almost transparent to be able to woo the girl without her thinking that he is a danger to her or his little son
he meets your child first. he's just trying to carry in groceries, all of them in one trip of course, when he hears a small "can I help?" he looks down and sees a human pup with big wide eyes and a missing front tooth. He'd known that knew people had moved in next door a little while ago but he didn't know they came with a kid.
"Sure," he says and hands the kid one bag to carry as they trek up the driveway. it's a short walk and he can easily do it himself, but the werewolf thinks the boy is cute, so young yet already helpful and determined to prove his strength. what a good pack leader he would be one day. the kid drops the bag by his door and then runs back to his yard to play. The werewolf had never paid much attention to his next-door neighbors but he would start now.
He meets you a few days later and wow. he's never met a human so pretty. you seem nervous, a little frazzled from the recent move, but sweet. he tells you about your son helping him with the groceries and offers to help you any time you need anything, just looking for an excuse to see you again.
And you do need his help a lot around the house. it's hard trying to do everything yourself especially when you're raising a little boy. Luckily your neighbor is always there whether it's to replace some shingles on your roof or just play with your son for a little so you can get five minutes to yourself. you won't lie, you do pick specific favors to ask of him. sure you could do your own yard work, but there's just something so sexy about a sweaty hard-working werewolf.
He's so sweet he almost instantly becomes a part of your life. You can tell he's interested in you, you're not an idiot, and you'd be lying if you said you didn't like him too. It's flattering to have someone clearly so into you even knowing you have a child.
You spend of late nights confiding in him and before you know it you start to think you're falling for him. then you happen to mention your blooming romance to one of your coworkers and they inform you, horrified, that if a werewolf is interested in a woman with a child they're known to kill the child so the mother can focus on raising the werewolf pups. The story chills you, you'd heard similar things about lions in the wild, and maybe it was true for all preditors.
you can't help but spiral a little bit, you've been leaving your baby alone with a hungry wolf. but... somehow you don't believe it. He had never shown himself to be violent or even anything but loving towards your son. and you knew he was closer to human than some wild animal. he wouldn't really do something like that, would he?
When you get home you're a little jumpy around your neighbor, which he notices. you don't let your son go over to his yard to play and you don't invite him over for dinner, which is odd, to say the least. but he doesn't push. You feel stupid, avoiding him like this, why should you be scared of someone who'd been nothing but kind?
you go out onto your porch that night and see him out looking up at the stars. when he hears you he waves you over.
"it's a pretty night," you comment sitting beside him, awkwardly.
"prettier with you here," he teases, you feel your face go hot and you have to look away, he laughs at your embarrassment. you're quiet for a long time before you finally bring up what was on your mind.
you don't come out and say "Hey are you going to murder my child to get closer to me?" but instead you ask him:
"you flirt with me a lot, but does it ever bother you that I have a child? does that make you hesitate to have a real relationship?" it's still blunt but it's not quite as accusatory.
"I've always wanted kids, I love your son, I'm not going to run because of it, I want you and you having a son doesn't change that," he assures you. A few months later you'll admit exactly what your coworker said, he was horrified you ever thought he'd be capable of hurting the boy he views as his son, and he tells you in no uncertain terms that he would die to protect the both of you. no harm is coming to either of you while he's here to protect his family.
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Part two of mechanic Sukuna
Notes: not proof read, fem!reader
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âIâm tellinâ you, man, that chick is gonna send her friend over. She looked like she was gonna faint when she saw you,â Toji called out from under the car he was working on.
Sukuna wanted to throw the wrench in his greasy hand at his friend. The two had been bickering about whether you or your friend would be coming to pick up your car after Sukuna had called you.
He was fondly recalling how shy you sounded over the phone but his friend digressed that you mustâve been scared.
Thereâs no way he looked scary, right? Sure, his hair was an unnatural shade of pink, pointing in every direction towards the sky. Sure, his tattoos would even send a gang member running, but it made him seem attractive. He even got a little eyebrow piercing to have that edgy yet sexy look.
He was interested in someone and it was finally time to put his looks to good use.
âI still canât believe you made me clean her filters. You know Iâm allergic to dust.â Sukuna could almost see Tojiâs sulk. He pulled Toji out from underneath the Cadillac he was working on and pointed his wrench at him.
âPaid you fifty bucks for it, didnât I? So shut up.â
âAre you threatening me with a wrench?â
âJust warning ya.â
Toji scoffed before pushing himself back under the car. There was only so much love sickness he could take.
You braced yourself before walking into the mechanic shop. Even if your first experience with a mechanic wasnât scary, whoâs to say that something bad wouldnât happen the second time?
With a deep breath, you walked into the lionsâ den, clutching your tote bagâs handle to your chest. It was your version of an armor. The battle of walking into a room full of men was never an easy one. You were hoping to be discreet but your heeled boots were loud enough to echo through the giant garage and made everyoneâs heads turn towards your figure.
Your much smaller (figuratively and literally) and self-conscious figure.
As unexpected as it was, your eyes searched for Sukunaâs familiar face. You needed to stabilize your boat on the rocky waters you called social anxiety. Your sweaty hands were starting to leave an imprint on your canvas tote bag until you heard his voice.
âLooking for someone?â
There he was, standing in all his glory. No bandana but he was sporting an eyebrow piercing this time. Your eyes simply couldnât tear away from it. It suited him well. Heâd make a very attractive and charismatic gangster.
âYour carâs ready. Do you wanna check on the AC before leaving?â
You nodded at his suggestion, still too conscious to say anything. You cursed yourself for forgetting to even say hi because you were too busy admiring his piercing. His shoulders blocked everything in your line of sight so you just followed him towards your car, and you were surprised to see that it looked squeaky clean.
âUh, we threw in a complimentary wash. College student discount and stuff.â He answered before you could even ask him. Toji scoffed at his answer but quickly went back to work when he noticed Sukunaâs glare in his direction. You felt squeamish knowing that Sukuna could read your body language a little too well.
But what happened next just made your stomach fold in on itself. He decided to lean in to your car as you sat down to check on the AC. It was like he was taking advantage of the fact that you hated confrontation. âJust tryinâ to feel a little cool. Still hot out in the garage, you know.â
Your tongue felt like it was too big for your mouth with way he was basically nose to nose with you. Did all his customers get such treatment? But then again, who were you to say no to him after he worked so hard to fix your AC. It was the least you could do (aside from tipping but he refused that).
You turned on the AC and he leaned in further, face basically resting on your neck, lips dangerously close to your cheek.
You could smell the musk of his sweat and natural scent. âLooks like itâs working fine,â he said while grinning against your face. You wish could agree with him but it was so distracting to have a man like him so close to you. It was horrifying. You had never let a man- no, anyone so close to your face without your permission. Shit, you wouldnât even let them come into a 3 feet radius of you if you were unsettled by them.
But here he was, pushy and prideful, all up in your space. His hand was dangerously close to your ass with the way he was leaning into your car. You were basically sharing your oxygen with him. âThank you for helping me with my AC.â You were surprised to find out that you finally had your voice back.
You couldnât even look him in the eye while speaking. He was still very close to your face that you were afraid your lips would touch his if you were to turn. You were praying that he would pull away soon and by your lucky stars, he did. But not without breathing in deeply by your neck. Did he⌠try to smell you?
âYouâre welcome. If you need anything else then let me know. Iâll always be available.â You were hoping that he meant during the shopâs work hours but hell, with the way he was looking at you, it could mean an entirely different thing.
âIâll keep that mind,â you mumbled with a slow nod.
After you left, Toji walked up to Sukuna with a can of beer. âI donât think she likes you like that. She looked like she wanted to run out of here.â
Sukuna bumped his can against Tojiâs. âSheâs just shy. I need to warm her up before I start the actual flirting.â
âI donât know. You were so weird with her, man. I donât think sheâs ever coming back. Bet she wonât even send her little friend here either.â
âOh, sheâll come back. And if she doesnât then Iâll go to her.â Sukuna smirked while sipping his beer.
âHuh, how?â
âDestiny,â Sukuna said as he bumped Tojiâs shoulder. The raven haired man could only cringe at his friendâs actions.
And you do reel him towards you. A week later, on a dark and rainy night when your car unexpectedly breaks down while driving.
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