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simjaexy · 4 months ago

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𝙃𝙞𝙙𝙙𝙚𝙣 𝘿𝙚𝙨𝙞𝙧𝙚𝙨 | 𝙋.𝙎.

pairing ⇀ brothers best friend! park sunghoon x sister! reader

synposis ⇀ you knew sunghoon ever since you were little with him being your big brothers best friend. what jay didn’t know though, was that you always had a secret crush on sunghoon. despite your feelings, you believe sunghoon doesn’t like you back and sees you as nothing more than his friends annoying little sister. right?

genre ⇀ smut, angst

warnings ⇀ MINORS DNI!!!, the sexual scene doesn’t come for a while, lower case intended, cursing, arguments, crying, partying, drinking, insecurities, sunghoon is toxic, reader thinks about sunghoon a lot, mean dom! sunghoon x sub! reader, eating out, overstimulation (f), blowjob, semi public sex, jealousy, possessiveness, dirty talk, manhandling, minor choking, lying, fingering, name calling (slut and etc.), no protection (wrap up ur hotdog), not cumming inside, lmk if i missed any!

w.c ⇀ 8.0k+

a/n ⇀ was trying to do a drabble but instead made it into a somewhat whole fic cause i got carried away but oh well. this took me a while too make cause i wanted to make it good but i think it ended well ifykyk ;). also, if you would like to be added to my permanent taglist please click here and leave a comment! reblog, comment, like, etc.! not proofread!

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you remember the first time you met sunghoon at a neighborhood park. you were five while sunghoon was six. the sun was setting, casting a golden hue over the playground. jay, your big brother, had excitedly dragged you along to meet his new buddy.

you were curious but also a bit nervous. as you and jay approached the swings, you saw a boy standing there with an air of cool detachment. his hands were shoved deep into his pockets, and his eyes seemed to be lost in thought.

"hey, sunghoon! this is my little sister, y/n," jay introduced her with a wide grin, his enthusiasm infectious.

sunghoon barely glanced at you, muttering a quick "hi" before turning his attention back to the ground. his voice was soft but carried a certain indifference that made you feel small.

you felt a pang of disappointment but brushed it off, determined to get to know him better. after all, jay had spoken highly of him, and you trusted your big brothers judgment.

as the years went by, you found yourself attending the same school, even participating in the same extracurricular activities. your crush on Sunghoon grew stronger with each passing year.

you noticed the little things about him—the way his eyes softened when he was lost in thought, the rare smiles he reserved for jay and his other friends, and the quiet kindness he showed when he thought no one was looking. he was always polite to you, but there was a distance, a wall that you couldn't seem to breach.

high school brought more opportunities for interaction, but also more complications. sunghoon became more popular, his cool demeanor attracting a lot of attention. you, on the other hand, remained in the background, content with your small circle of friends and your studies. despite your different social circles, their paths crossed often, thanks to jay.

now that it’s been years of knowing sunghoon, you know how he acts, how he talks, how he reacts, everything about him that other girls wish they knew. but one thing that you’ll never know is his type. you seem to be nothing but jays little sister to him, right?

it was a typical friday evening, and your house was buzzing with the usual energy that came with having your brother, jay, and his other best friend, sim jaeyun, over. they were playing video games in your living room while you silently read a book in the kitchen.

you heard jake screeching about something while jay was shouting nonsense. you weren’t gonna lie and say it didn’t give you fat headache. as you continued reading you suddenly heard a knock at the door. annoyed, you went to go answer it.

you walked past jay and jake and headed towards the door boredly.

as you opened the door, you were met with the sight of park sunghoon, jay's friend, aka your crush. he stood there, looking as cold and distant as ever, his hands shoved into the pockets of his jacket.

"hey," you greeted him, trying to keep your voice steady despite the way your heart was pounding.

sunghoon barely acknowledged you with a nod before stepping inside without a word.

he didn't even spare you a glance as he made his way to the living room where jay and jake were deeply engrossed in their video game. you closed the door behind him, feeling a mix of relief and disappointment.

you followed him into the living room, where the boys were too focused on their game to notice your presence. sunghoon joined them, his expression remaining stoic as he watched the screen. you took a seat on the couch, pretending to be absorbed in the book you had picked up earlier. but your eyes kept drifting back to sunghoon, watching his every move.

you decided to try to catch a conversation, “hey, sunghoon, do you want something to drink?" you offered, hoping to engage him in some small talk.

he barely looked up from where he was watching jay and jake, "no, thanks," he replied curtly, his attention still focused on your brother.

you sighed inwardly, feeling a pang of disappointment. it was always like this. no matter what you did, sunghoon never seemed to notice you. it was as if you were invisible to him, just another part of the background.

the boys continued their game, their laughter and banter filling the room. sunghoon remained quiet, only occasionally offering a terse comment or a slight sigh. you wished you could be a part of their world, to share in their camaraderie, but you felt like an outsider looking in.

despite your best efforts to focus on your book, you couldn't help but steal glances at sunghoon. Every now and then, his eyes would flicker in your direction, and you would quickly look away, hoping he hadn't noticed. but deep down, you hoped he had.

jake groaned when he finally lost to jay, letting out a frustrated growl, “my finger pressed the wrong button!”

jay cackled and clapped his hands together. sunghoon just stared at them. you noticed how much jay and jake talk compare to sunghoon. but to them, he was like a missing puzzle piece to their friendship.

jay got up from the couch and stretched, “i’m gonna make something to eat. anyone want pizza rolls?” he questioned. jake raised his hand like a kid while sunghoon shook his head. you stared up at jay and nodded.

he went to the kitchen while jake wrapped an arm around sunghoon shoulder, “did you talk to that girl yet?”

you heart dropped hearing that. what was jake talking about? you peeked from your book and watched sunghoons expression. it still remained serious, but you could see a bit of an annoyance.

“i already told you, i blocked her number.” he stated. jake gasped and unwrapped his arm around sunghoon, shoving him.

“what? dude she was your only chance to getting some!” jake said. he threw his hands on his head as if sunghoon broke a promise that was supposed to be kept forever. sunghoon shrugged his shoulders,

“i don’t want a girl that gets passed around.” he firmly said. jake stopped complaining and put a finger under his chin. you on the other hand, was wondering what girl it could be.

jay eventually came back with a plate full of pizza rolls and set them in the table. jake hurriedly grabbed one and took a bite only to whine how hot it was. you giggled and took a bite yourself.

“ready to do another round?” jay spoke. jake nodded and grabbed the controller, loading it to jay. they both sat down again and started a new round.

you noticed sunghoon was staring off in a distance, “everything okay?” you asked. sunghoon flicked his gaze towards you before simply nodding and standing up.

“i’m gonna head to the restroom.” he spoke towards jay. jay nodded his head. sunghoon walked towards the hall that led to the bathroom, shutting the door with a click. you let a little sigh before grabbing your book again and reading. it was worth a shot.

eventually, the boys finished their game, and jay and jake started packing up their things. sunghoon stood up, his expression still unreadable.

he glanced at you briefly, and for a moment, you thought you saw a flicker of something in his eyes. but before you could decipher it, he turned away and headed for the door.

"see you around," he said, his voice cold and detached.

you nodded, unable to find your voice. as he walked out the door, you felt a pang of longing. jay stood next to you eating a pizza roll, “why are you staring at sunghoon like that?”

you snapped out of your daze and glared at him, “i wasn’t staring at him!” you snapped. you turned your heel heading back to your room.

jay watched you go to your room, “were too!” the only thing he heard from you was a loud groan with the door slamming shut.

the morning sun peeked through the curtains, casting a warm glow over your room. you groaned softly, reaching out to silence the alarm clock blaring on your nightstand. it was another school day, and you knew you had to get up. with a sigh, you swung your legs over the side of the bed and stretched.

"hey, sleepyhead! get up, or we're gonna be late!" jay called from the hallway.

jay was always the early riser, and he made sure you were up and ready on time. you quickly got dressed and headed to the bathroom to brush your teeth and fix your hair. jay was already in the kitchen, making breakfast.

"morning," you greeted him, grabbing a piece of toast.

"morning," he replied with a grin, "ready for another day at school?"

you rolled your eyes playfully, “as ready as I'll ever be."

jay chuckled and ruffled your hair. "come on, let's get going."

the two of you drove to school together, chatting about random stuff. as you guys got out of the car, you approached the school. you noticed the usual crowd of girls gathered around sunghoon and jake, who walked through the hallway with their signature known demeanor.

as you reached your locker, jay went off to join his friends, leaving you alone. you stood at your locker, watching the scene unfold from a distance. it was hard not to notice sunghoon, especially when jay and jake were so openly flirtatious with the girls.

jay's charming smile and jake's playful banter had the girls swooning, but sunghoon remained detached, barely acknowledging their presence. as jay and jake still talked with the girls, sunghoon began to walk away from the crowd.

you decided to follow him, curiosity getting the better of you. you kept a safe distance, not wanting to draw attention to yourself. sunghoon's long strides took him to a quieter part of the school, away from the hustle and bustle of the main hallways.

just as you thought you were being discreet, sunghoon suddenly stopped and turned around. your heart skipped a beat as his piercing gaze locked onto yours. before you could react, he closed the distance between you, trapping you against the wall with his arms on either side of your head.

"why are you following me?" he asked, his voice low and teasing.

you felt a blush creep up your cheeks, but you couldn't find the words to answer. sunghoon's proximity was overwhelming, and his intense gaze made it hard to think straight. he leaned in closer, his breath warm against your ear.

"do you enjoy watching me?" he whispered, a smirk playing on his lips.

you swallowed hard, trying to maintain your composure. "i-i was just... curious," you stammered.

sunghoon chuckled softly, his eyes never leaving yours, "curious, huh? be careful, curiosity can be dangerous."

with that, he pushed away from the wall and walked off, leaving you flustered and breathless. You watched him go, your heart still racing from the encounter. what the fuck just happened?

after that encounter you went straight to your classroom, not even bothering to say hi to your friends. you sat at your desk and let out a deep sigh.

did sunghoon meant to do that? you felt your heart beating out of your ears. maybe you were just hallucinating it. the bell finally rang when students started coming in. you on the other hand, decided to just lay your head down for the whole lecture.

lunch came by pretty fast and before you knew it you were on your way to your friend group table. you took a seat while your friends were gossiping about someone.

"did you see sunghoon talking to that girl in the hall earlier?" one of them asked, eyes wide with curiosity.

your friends exchanged glances, sensing your discomfort but pressing on, "they seemed pretty close, like they were having a deep conversation or something. do you know anything about it?"

shakes of heads were viewed until they all looked at you.

you shook your head, forcing a smile, "no, i don't know anything about it."

you felt curious on who the girl could’ve been. knowing sunghoon since forever you knew he’s not the type to start a conversation with a girl first. was it the girl jake was talking about?

you huffed and took a bite out of your food. whatever it was, it wasn’t your problem. but you still had that pang of discomfort in your chest.

the final bell of the day echoed through the halls, signaling the end of another school day. you gathered your books and headed towards the exit, where your friends were already waiting. as you approached, jay pulled up in his car, offering you a ride home as usual.

"hey, you need a ride home?" jay called out. you hesitated for a moment before shaking your head.

“no thanks. i think i'll walk with my friends today." you chimed.

jay raised an eyebrow but didn't press further, "alright, see you later then."

as you walked with your friends, the conversation flowed easily, but your mind kept drifting back to Sunghoon. You hadn't seen him much today, and the lingering thoughts from the previous conversation gossip still gnawed at you. your friends noticed your distraction but didn't comment, knowing you well enough to give you space.

when you finally reached your house, you waved goodbye to your friends and walked up the driveway. the sound of laughter from the backyard caught your attention. curiosity piqued, you made your way around the side of the house.

there, by the pool, were jay, jake, and sunghoon, all three in bathing suits, clearly ready for a swim.

jake noticed you first and waved, "hey, you made it! we decided to take a dip. wanna join?"

your eyes flickered to sunghoon, who was lounging on a chair, looking effortlessly cool and completely at ease. it’s almost as if this morning wasn’t even real. the sight of him in his swim trunks made your heart race, and you felt a blush creeping up your cheeks.

"uh, i left my swimsuit at my friends house," you stammered, trying to keep your composure.

sunghoon glanced up, his expression unreadable, "you can always borrow one," he said nonchalantly, as if your presence didn't faze him at all.

you felt a mix of shyness and frustration. it was clear that Sunghoon didn't share the same nervousness you felt around him, "maybe next time," you replied, your voice barely above a whisper.

your brother, ever the peacemaker, jumped in, "no worries. we can just hang out. come sit with us."

reluctantly, you walked over and took a seat on the edge of a lounge chair, trying to act casual. the conversation flowed around you, but your focus kept drifting back to sunghoon.

every time he laughed or spoke, you felt a pang of longing, wishing he would notice you the way you noticed him.

the water sparkled invitingly, and the sound of laughter filled the air as sunghoon, jay, and jake splashed around. you noticed sunghoon moved through the water with such grace, each stroke powerful and smooth.

jay and jake were goofing off, trying to dunk each other, but sunghoon was focused, swimming laps effortlessly. the way his muscles flexed and glistened under the sun made your heart race. you tried to look away, but it was no use. your gaze kept returning to him.

after what felt like an eternity, sunghoon finally climbed out of the pool, water cascading down his toned body. he ran a hand through his wet hair, sending droplets flying. you felt your cheeks heat up and quickly looked down, hoping he didn't notice your flustered state.

but when you dared to glance up, you caught his eye and he gave you a small, knowing smirk. your blush deepened, and you couldn't help but look down, your heart pounding in your chest.

as the afternoon wore on, you found yourself relaxing a bit, the initial awkwardness fading. jay and jake’s easy banter was infectious, and you couldn't help but join in. despite sunghoon's apparent indifference, you cherished these moments.

when the sun began to set, jay suggested ordering pizza, and the four of you moved inside. the atmosphere was warm and inviting, and for a while, you forgot about your worries, simply enjoying the company of jay and his friends.

jay was on the phone, ordering pizza for everyone. the anticipation of the delicious food was palpable, but your mind was elsewhere. sitting so close to sunghoon made your heart race, and you couldn't help but feel a bit nervous.

jake, noticing your unease, leaned in with a friendly smile, "hey, are you okay? you seem a bit tense," he asked, his voice gentle.

you glanced at him, trying to calm your racing heart, "yeah, i'm fine. just a bit... hungry," you lied, hoping he wouldn't see through it.

sunghoon, who had been quiet, shifted slightly closer to you. his presence was overwhelming, and you could feel the heat radiating from his body.

he glanced at jake, his eyes narrowing slightly, "she’s fine, jake. Just a little tired, right?" sunghoon's voice was smooth but there was an edge to it.

jake raised an eyebrow, clearly sensing the tension, "sure, man. but you know, talking can help distract from hunger and tiredness," he said, turning his attention back to you, "so, what have you been up to lately? feels like i don’t really see you often." he joked.

you appreciated Jake's attempt to make you feel comfortable, but sunghoon's proximity was making it hard to focus, "oh, just the usual stuff. school, work, you know how it is," you replied, trying to keep your voice steady.

sunghoon's arm brushed against yours, sending a shiver down your spine. he leaned in slightly, his voice low. "you know, you don't have to answer him if you don't want to. we're just waiting for the pizza, after all."

your heart skipped a beat at his words. there was something possessive in his tone that both thrilled and confused you. you glanced at him, trying to read his expression, but his face was a mask of calm.

jake, ever the peacemaker, tried to lighten the mood, "well, i think it's great that we're all hanging out together. it's been a while since we had a chill night like this," he said, giving you a reassuring smile.

jay finally hung up the phone and rejoined the group. "pizza's on its way! should be here in about thirty minutes," he announced, plopping down on the other side of jake.

the conversation flowed more easily with jay back, but you couldn't shake the feeling of sunghoon's eyes on you. every time you laughed at one of jake's jokes or responded to his questions, you felt sunghoon's gaze intensify.

finally, the doorbell rang, signaling the arrival of the pizza. jay and jake jumped up to get it, leaving you alone with sunghoon for a moment.

he took the opportunity to lean in closer, his breath warm against your ear, "you know, i wouldn’t talk to jake so much, he always does that when he wants to get into girls underwear’s." he murmured, his voice low and possessive.

your breath caught in your throat, and you turned to face him, your eyes wide, "sunghoon, we're not... i mean, we're just friends," you stammered, unsure of what to say.

he smirked, his eyes darkening, "maybe, but that doesn't mean he won’t do anything to you. just remember that," he said, his hand lingering on your arm for a moment before he pulled away.

jay and jake returned with the pizza, breaking the tension. as you all dug in, the atmosphere lightened, but you couldn't shake the feeling of sunghoon's emotions. it was confusing and thrilling all at once.

jake was already scrolling through the movie options, "How about this one?" he suggested, landing on a popular action film.

“sounds good," everyone agreed. they settled in, grabbing slices of pizza and filling their cups. the room was filled with the sounds of chewing and occasional laughter as they watched the movie.

as the movie progressed, you felt a gentle touch on your hand. you glanced to your side and saw sunghoon's hand lightly brushing against yours. your heart skipped a beat, and you quickly looked away, trying to focus on the movie. but the warmth of his touch lingered, making it hard to concentrate on anything else.

when the movie finally finished and every slice was gone, jake and sunghoon decided it was time to head home. jake and sunghoon were getting ready to leave.

jay was in the kitchen, cleaning up the remnants of their pizza night, while you stood by the door, ready to bid them farewell. jake was the first to step forward. his smile was warm and genuine as he reached out for a hug.

"thanks for having us over. It was a great night," he said, wrapping his arms around you in a friendly embrace. you hugged him back, feeling the comfort of his presence.

as you pulled away, you noticed sunghoon standing a few steps behind jake, his expression unreadable. his eyes were fixed on the floor, and he made no move to step forward. there was an air of detachment about him that seemed out of place.

“goodnight, sunghoon," you said, hoping to catch his eye. but he didn't look up. he simply nodded once, almost imperceptibly, and turned to walk out the door without another word. the door closed behind him, leaving you standing there, confused and a little hurt.

jake noticed your puzzled expression and gave you a small, reassuring smile, "don't worry about him. he's probably just tired," he said softly, patting your shoulder before following sunghoon out the door.

you watched them walk down the driveway, jake's easygoing stride contrasting sharply with sunghoon's tense posture.

the night air was cool, and you shivered slightly, not entirely from the cold. you couldn't shake the feeling that something was off. sunghoon's silence and his refusal to say goodbye gnawed at you, leaving a lingering sense of unease.

jay came up behind you, drying his hands on a dish towel, "everything okay?" he asked, noticing your troubled expression.

“i’m not sure," you replied, still staring at the spot where sunghoon had been standing, "sunghoon didn't say goodbye. he seemed... different."

jay frowned, looking thoughtful, “maybe he's just got something on his mind. you know how he can be sometimes."

“yeah, maybe," you said, though you weren't entirely convinced. theimage of Sunghoon's emotionless face stayed with you as you closed the door and locked it for the night.

as you headed to bed, you couldn't help but wonder why sunghoon decided to act like he cared about you and then act like he didn’t care anymore. you hummed and slowly closed your eyes before falling asleep.

The morning sun filtered through the curtains, casting a warm glow across your room. you stretched and yawned, feeling the remnants of sleep leave your body. it was time to start your usual morning routine.

you got out of bed and headed to the bathroom to freshen up. after a quick shower, you brushed your teeth and combed your hair, feeling more awake with each passing minute.

dressed and ready for the day, you made your way to the kitchen to grab a quick breakfast. as you poured yourself a bowl of cereal, you heard footsteps approaching. turning around, you saw jay entering the kitchen, looking as relaxed as ever.

“morning jay," you greeted him with a smile.

“morning," he replied, grabbing an apple from the counter, "hey, just so you know, i'm gonna be hanging out with jake today. he was complaining about how he needs new shoes.”

you nodded, taking a bite of your cereal, "cool, sounds fun. what about sunghoon? isn't he coming with you guys?"

jay shook his head, a puzzled look crossing his face. "no, he said he didn't want to go. weird, right? he always hangs out with us."

you frowned, feeling a twinge of confusion. sunghoon was usually the first to join in on any plans with the group. "that’s strange. did he say why?"

jay shrugged, taking a bite of his apple, "nope, he just seemed off on call. maybe he's got something else going on."

you couldn't shake the feeling that something was up with sunghoon. determined to get to the bottom of it, you decided to check in on him later. for now, you finished your breakfast and went about your day, the mystery of sunghoon's behavior lingering in the back of your mind.

after breakfast, you tidied up the kitchen and headed out for a morning jog. the crisp air and the rhythmic sound of your footsteps on the pavement helped clear your mind.

returning home, you took a quick shower and changed into comfortable clothes. you decided to text sunghoon, hoping to get some answers.

Y/n: Hey Sunghoon. Everything okay? Jay mentioned you weren't joining them today.

minutes passed without a response, and you grew more anxious. you tried to distract yourself by diving into a book, but your thoughts kept drifting back to sunghoon. finally, your phone buzzed with a message. it was Sunghoon.

Sunghoon: I’m fine.

his reply was short, almost dismissive. you knew sunghoon well enough to sense that something was off. you couldn’t decide to think anything better than pay him a visit.

you grabbed your keys and headed to sunghoon's place. the walk wasn’t that far with him living in the same neighborhood. as you finally got to his house you felt a sudden nervousness.

as you approached his door, you hesitated for a moment before knocking. a couple seconds the door opened, sunghoon opened the door, his expression one of confusion and mild annoyance.

"what are you doing here?" he asked, his tone colder than you expected.

“i was worried about you," you replied, trying to keep your voice steady. "you didn't hang out with jay and jake, and you seemed distant when you texted me. what's going on?"

sunghoon's eyes narrowed as he crossed his arms over his chest, “why do you care? it's none of your business."

you felt a pang of hurt at his words, “of course, it's my business! we're friends, and friends look out for each other. you've been acting strange lately, and i’m worried."

“well, maybe you should mind your own business," sunghoon snapped, his voice growing harsher. "i don't need you or anyone else telling me what to do."

your confusion turned to frustration, “why are you being like this? i'm just trying to help you!"

sunghoon's expression didn't soften, "i don't need your help. just leave me alone."

anger flared up inside you, and you couldn't hold back any longer, "fine! if you want to be a jerk, then be a jerk! but don't expect me to keep worrying about you if you're going to treat me like this."

sunghoon's eyes flickered with something you couldn't quite place, but he didn't say anything more. he simply turned and walked back into his house, leaving the door open just long enough for you to see that he truly didn't care.

feeling a mix of anger and sadness, you turned and walked away from sunghoon's house. when you finally arrived back home, you saw jay standing outside, waiting for you. he looked concerned as he approached.

"are you okay? where were you? you could at least text me where you’re going." jay asked, his voice gentle.

you didn't even look at him as you brushed past, "i'm fine," you muttered, not wanting to talk about what had just happened.

jay reached out to stop you, but you pulled away, needing some space to process everything. you went inside, leaving jay standing there, knowing he was worried but unable to face another confrontation.

the sun slowly settled down, and you were curled up on the couch, flipping through channels but not really paying attention to anything. your mind kept drifting back to the tense encounter with sunghoon earlier.

just then, jay burst into the living room, excitement radiating off him, "there's this party tonight. you should come with me. you could meet my girlfriend finally.

you looked up, not really feeling the party vibe. "i don't know, jay. i’m not really in the mood for a party tonight. maybe i can meet her after?

he gave you a knowing look, "come on, it'll be fun! plus, i heard sunghoon's going to be there. maybe we can ask him why he was acting weird."

you heart skipped a beat at the mention of sunghoon. despite the argument, you couldn't deny the feelings you had for him more than your anger.

maybe this party could be a chance to make things right, "sunghoon's going to be there?" you asked, trying to sound casual.

jay nodded, a smile playing on his lips, "yep. so, what do you say? are you in?"

you hesitated for a moment before nodding, "alright, i'll go. but I need to get ready."

jay grinned, "great! we've got a couple of hours, so take your time."

you rushed to your room, heart racing with a mix of excitement and nerves. you wanted to look your best, hoping to catch Sunghoon's eye and maybe even talk things out.

you rummaged through your closet, finally settling on your favorite outfit—a sleek dress that made you feel confident and beautiful.

you applied your makeup, you couldn't help but think about what you would say to Sunghoon. you wanted to apologize for the argument and explain how much you cared about him. with a final touch of lipstick, you looked in the mirror, feeling ready to face the night.

jay was waiting for you downstairs, and his eyes widened in surprise when he saw you, "wow, never seen you this ready.”

you smiled, feeling a bit more confident, “let's go."

the drive to the party was filled with jay's chatter about who would be there and what to expect. you appreciated the distraction, but your mind kept drifting back to sunghoon. when you arrived, the party was already in full swing, with music blasting and people mingling everywhere.

jay led you inside, and you scanned the room, searching for sunghoon. you spotted him near the back, talking to a group of friends. he was leaning against a wall with a drink in his hand, looking a bit tipsy but still maintaining his usual cool demeanor.

Your heart pounded as you made your way over, trying to muster the courage to approach him.

“sunghoon, can we talk?” you asked softly, stepping closer.

he looked up, his expression unreadable, “what is it?” he replied, his voice a mix of curiosity and annoyance.

you bit your lip, “is it okay if we go to a more private space?” you asked. sunghoon looked over at his friends and said something to them. he then averted his stare to you.

he walked past you without saying a word. you followed him past the loud people and music before going upstairs to a bedroom. he went in first and then with you shutting the door. you faced him and decided to just do it.

“i’m really sorry about earlier,” you began, your voice trembling slightly, “i didn’t mean to upset you. i was just frustrated, and I took it out on you. It wasn’t fair.”

sunghoon sighed, rubbing his temples, “yeah, well, it wasn’t exactly a great conversation.”

you nodded, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes. “i know, and I feel terrible about it. I just want us to be okay.”

he stared at you for a moment, and then a small smile tugged at his lips, “you always talk too much when you’re nervous,” he said, stepping closer. before you could respond, he leaned in and pressed his lips to yours, silencing your apologies.

the kiss was gentle but firm, and you could taste the alcohol on his lips. it was a mix of emotions – his frustration, your regret, and a shared longing to make things right.

when he finally pulled back, he rested his forehead against yours, “i’m not mad anymore,” he whispered, “but i do know what can help you to be forgiven.”

you nodded, feeling a weight lift off your shoulders, “i’ll do anything to make you forgive me,” you said.

instead of saying something, he smashed his lips against yours. you wrapped your arms around his neck. you couldn’t believe you were finally kissing him.

you let out a tiny moan when he gripped your waist harder. he signaled you to jump making you do so. he lead you both to the bed while still having his lips latched onto yours. he set you softly on the bed and kissed your neck softly.

you gripped his locks softly and sighed feeling him go along your neck to your chest. you helped him take off your dress by unzipping on the back. when the dress finally fell slack you felt shyness course through your body.

you tried to cover yourself, but sunghoon gripped both of your wrists above your head. “sunghoon wait-“

he ignored you and rubbed his thigh against your core. you arched your back and let out a loud moan. a smirk tugged on his lips, “sensitive are we?” he teased.

you hid your face in your arm, feeling embarrassed. he traced his fingers alongside your bra before grabbing the strap and sliding it down along your shoulders. you gasped feeling his cold hands fondling your breast.

you whimpered when he flicked it and gripped it harshly, “sunghoon please.” you breathed out. sunghoon clicked his tongue.

“be patient slut.” he snapped. you but back your words and hummed. he lowered his head to your breast, and finally you felt his hot tongue on them. he sucked them hungrily like he’s been waiting to do this for a long time. loud moans and kissing noises were heard.

you squirmed and cried out when he let go of them with a ‘pop’. he took off his jacket and shirt revealing his toned body. you pouted when you couldn’t feel his abs since his hands were still holding you down.

he grinned when he saw you trying to release from his grip, “i told you to be patient didn’t i?” he rasped. you nodded your head, wanting to be good. he chuckled darkly.

you suddenly felt a hand on your core and that’s when sunghoon started rubbing alongside your folds. you let out a squeal when he dipped his hand in your underwear and rubbed your clit.

“sunghoon ahh~” you cried out. he prodded around your hole before slowly dipping a finger in. you felt a shooting pain and tried closing your legs.

“if you can’t take a finger, how can you take my dick?” he asked so casual. you felt your cheeks go red. you slowly tried relaxing, feeling the stretch burn.

slowly, you felt him go in and out causing you to let out a quiet moan. when sunghoon noticed you were feeling good, he added another finger in making you squirm.

soon enough, three fingers were already inside you moving back and forth. your loud moans sounding desperate. you felt your orgasm coming and tried signaling sunghoon. he didn’t stop when you felt your legs shake as your orgasm went right through you.

you let out a desperate breath when he let his fingers slip out. you watched him lick his fingers clean with your cum. you blinked twice and squeezed your legs together. he let go of your wrists and began to unbuckle his belt and slid his pants and boxers down.

you let out a gasp seeing how big he was. there was no way he could fit. he hissed when he touched his dick and let out long strokes. you gulped seeing his pre cum seep out. letting your mind take over you for up and crawled towards him.

he eyes you confused before he felt your smaller hand grip his dick. he let out a groan and threw his head back. you stroked it slowly up and down before licking his pre cum. you hummed at his salty taste.

you didn’t know where your confidence was coming from, just seeing him so open to you had you thinking strange. you opened your mouth and engulfed his dick. sunghoon jerked forward a bit at the sudden warmth and gripped your hair.

“agh fuck, just like that slut.” he groaned. you moaned around his dick and sucked it harshly. his mains turning you on more. as you were about to finger yourself, sunghoon gripped your hair.

“don’t you fucking dare.” he growled. you whined, but didn’t move a muscle. you felt him tensing up indicating he was gonna cum soon and stroked his balls. a few seconds later you felt hot sperm in your mouth.

he let out a drawn moan and slowly let go of you. you took his dick out your mouth and swallowed his cum. he watched you intensely and wiped his cum off your lips. he lifted his fingers towards your mouth. you sucked on them until there was no more left.

he didn’t give you time to speak before you felt yourself being pushed back with your pussy in view for him. you let out a scream when you felt his dick enter you without warning.

he started thrusting into your pussy without giving you time to adjust. your eyes rolled back feeling him deep inside you, “s-sunghoon! oh fuck!” you screamed out. sunghoon just hummed and kissed your cheek.

you suddenly felt another orgasm coming already and wrapped your arms around his neck, “i-i think i’m gonna c-cum.” you stuttered. sunghoon cursed and wrapped his hand around your neck, squeezing it as a warning.

“you cum, i’ll overstimulate you.” he sternly said. you let whined moan. how can you not cum when he’s fucking you so deep? his pace didn’t falter one bit. you felt like it was going to be eternity until he cums.

sunghoon groaned feeling you squeezed around him trying to hold your orgasm. you felt his dick pulsating and before you could let out another word, sunghoon beat you to it.

“cum for me bitch.” he whispered in your ear. you felt your orgasm hit you hard. you mouth fell slack when he took out his dick and stroked it on your stomach until his cum spurred out.

you both let out heavy breathing until sunghoon put on his shirt and jacket. he went to the bathroom and wiped you off before putting on his boxer and pants. he helped you out with your clothing too until you were dressed.

as you both stood there in silence, you suddenly heard someone knocking causing you to jump, “everything good here?” someone asked, it was jake. your eyes widened and you looked over at sunghoon who expression was unreadable.

before you could say something sunghoon went towards the door opening it. jake backed up and looked surprised.

“oh shit, my bad sunghoon. i didn’t know you were in here-“ jake sentence cut off when he saw you behind him, “oh? hey y/n?”

you awkwardly waved. sunghoon looked back at you and turned towards jake. he walked past jake not giving another word out, leaving you there alone and shocked. what the hell?

jake stared at you confused, but you didn’t say anything and went out the room too. you made your way downstairs, but didn’t see sunghoon in sight. as you looked around you saw jay holding hands with a girl walking towards you, “hey y/n! this is-“ “where’s sunghoon?”

jay’s eyebrows furrowed, “oh, uh, i think i saw him leave-“ you didn’t let him finish his sentence and rushed out of the house. you looked around, but didn’t see sunghoon anywhere.

you felt disappointment on your chest and looked to the ground. was he just using you? you took out your phone and looked for sunghoon contact, shooting him a text about his disappearance.

you went back inside the house and told jay you wanted to go home. jay bid his goodbye to his girlfriend and escorted you out to his car.

the whole car ride was silent. none of you guys speaking a word. even when you came back home you left jay in the car and went inside, wanting to sleep.

as you lay in your bed, you sighed and finally let your tears roam free.

you woke up to the soft morning light filtering through the curtains, casting a warm glow over the room. the events of the previous night were still fresh in your mind, and you felt a pang of anxiety as you recalled what happened yesterday sunghoon. you sighed and stretched, trying to shake off the lingering tension.

as you made your way to the kitchen, you found jay sitting at the table, sipping on a cup of coffee. he looked up and gave you a small smile, “morning," he greeted, his tone gentle.

“morning," you replied, trying to muster a smile in return.

jay studied you for a moment before speaking again, “jake told me you and sunghoon seemed upset about something. is everything okay between you guys?"

you felt a lump form in your throat and shook your head, "i don't really want to talk about it right now," you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper.

jay nodded understandingly, “that's okay. you don't have to talk about it if you're not ready." he paused, taking another sip of his coffee, "actually, i was planning to go to the mall today with my girlfriend and jake. we thought it might be fun to hang out and take our minds off things. would you like to join us? it could be like a double date."

you hesitated for a moment, considering his offer. the idea of spending time with friends and getting out of the house sounded appealing, “yeah, i think i'd like that," you agreed, feeling a small sense of relief.

jay's face lit up with a smile. "great! we'll leave in about an hour. take your time getting ready."

you nodded and headed back to your room to change. as you dressed, you couldn't help but think about sunghoon. you hoped that some time apart would give both of you the space to cool down and reflect on what had happened.

an hour later, you found yourself in jay's car, with his girlfriend in the front seat and jake sitting beside you in the back. the drive to the mall was filled with light-hearted chatter and laughter, and you felt your spirits lift as you listened to their banter.

when you arrived at the mall, the four of you wandered through the stores, stopping to browse and try on clothes. jay's girlfriend, hana, was sweet and friendly, and she quickly made you feel at ease. she linked arms with you as you walked, chatting animatedly about the latest fashion trends she took an interest too.

jake kept the mood light with his playful teasing and witty remarks. you found yourself laughing more than you had in days, and the tension from the previous night began to melt away.

at one point, you all stopped at a café for a break. as you sipped on your iced coffee, jay leaned in and gave you a reassuring smile, "i'm glad you came with us today," he said softly, “sometimes, a little distraction is all we need to feel better."

you nodded, feeling grateful for his understanding and support. just as you were gonna say something, your eyes wandered across the room and landed on a familiar figure.

sunghoon was there, sitting at a table with a girl. they were deep in conversation, laughing and smiling, completely absorbed in each other. your heart sank, a cold wave of realization crashing over you. it felt like the air had been sucked out of the room, and the once comforting warmth of the café turned into a stifling heat.

as if sensing the your gaze, sunghoon looked up and their eyes met. for a moment, time seemed to stand still. you could see the surprise in his eyes, quickly followed by something else—guilt, perhaps? the girl with him noticed the change in his demeanor and turned to see what had caught his attention.

you quickly looked away, your heart pounding in your chest. the moment of peace was shattered, replaced by a whirlwind of emotions. you stood up abruptly, leaving your half-finished latte behind, and hurried out of the café, the sound of sunghoon's laughter still echoing in their ears. he’s never laughed like that towards you.

the sight of the girls behind, you knew she had to be pretty with the way her hair looked smooth and straight. her clothes fitting her body perfectly. you felt tears in your eyes after finally knowing that sunghoon was just using you.

you walked briskly down the street, your mind racing. you didn't know where you were going; you just needed to get away. the sound of footsteps behind you made you quicken your pace, but a familiar voice called out your name, stopping you in your tracks.

“wait! please, just wait!" sunghoon's voice was breathless, and when you turned around, you saw the desperation in his eyes.

“what do you want, sunghoon?" you asked, trying to keep your voice steady despite the turmoil inside.

“i can explain," he said, stepping closer. "it's not what you think. she's just a friend, i swear."

“do you think I'm stupid?" you shot back, anger and hurt lacing your words. "i saw how you were with her."

before sunghoon could respond, you heard another set of voices approaching. jay, hana, and jake appeared, looking concerned.

“what's going on here?" Jay demanded, his eyes narrowing as he looked between you and sunghoon, "why have you guys been acting like this?"

“it’s not what it looks like," Sunghoon started, but jay cut him off.

“then what is it?" jay's voice was rising, and you could see the frustration building. "you two have been acting weird for weeks, and now this? i thought we were friends sunghoon!”

jake stepped forward, trying to defuse the situation, "let's all just calm down and talk about this."

but jay wasn't having it, "no, i want to know the truth. are you two...?" he trailed off, unable to finish the sentence.

you took a deep breath, feeling the weight of the moment, "there's nothing going on between us, jay. sunghoon and i are just friends. but seeing him with that girl... it hurt."

jay looked at you, his pissed off expression slowly fading slightly, "why didn't you tell me you had feelings for him?"

“b-because i knew you would be mad. and because sunghoon doesn’t like me in that way." you admitted, feeling a tear slip down your cheek. you felt embarrassed and guilty.

sunghoon stepped closer, his eyes filled with regret, "i'm sorry. i never meant to hurt you. i should have been honest."

you look up at sunghoon teary eyed. before sunghoon could step closer towards you, jay cut him off, “get the fuck away from her.”

everyone stared at jay in shock. he’s never cussed at any of his best friends, “i trusted you sunghoon and jake to not go after my sister for so many reasons and that’s the first thing you do? until she explains everything to me from a to z, you’re not coming to my house. you’re not gonna speak to me or her until you get your shit together.” he demanded.

he left without a word while hana followed him. jake stared at both of you pitying before following along. you slowly got up and walked past sunghoon. before you could walk away, sunghoon softly grabbed your wrist.

you met his soft gaze, “i’m sorry for everything.” he whispered. you didn’t say anything and left him alone. it was your turn to walk out on him.

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sourcherryandsprinkles · 6 months ago

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can i request cregan stark modern au, with jaces younger or twin sister and maybe they like hide the relationship and its like fluffy and maybe smutty

Request: five times cregan and jace’s sister almost get caught and one time jace does find out about their relationship. I don’t think he would be too mad. He knows cregan is a good guy and would treat you well.

I usually dislike body hair (personal preference) and beards, but Cregan has a short beard in this one (as he does in all of my fics for him) because I said so, and because he’s a Stark. I think it is mandatory and missing for his character — manifesting for a beard in season 3. Also, this is 6.6k words...idk how that happened

p.s. You can find this fic on AO3 under the title Who are we to fight the alchemy

Warnings: 18+, smut, oral (f receiving), mention of a fight and blood, short appearance of Larys Strong (he needs his own warning),

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When you started college and moved in with Jace, he had warned his teammates that his sister was off limits and that if he caught any of them looking at you, he would not be afraid to throw hands. He may be smaller than a lot of his teammates, but Jace was very protective of you.

They were good guys, brothers to Jace, but he also knew their history with girls. He knew the dirty secrets; the dramas, who they had sex with, where, and details that he wished he could forget about. They were not boyfriend material — at all.

You were not going to lie, Jace’s teammates were hot hockey players. It was tempting to turn your life into a cliché book trope and hook up with one of them, but you refrained from doing so. They were not worth being another name on their list.

Until one of them changed your mind.

It was a Tuesday night. You were in your room, reading on your bed while Jace had friends over playing video games. You could hear them shout at the TV and each other. After a few chapters, you wandered to the kitchen to get a cookie from the cookie jar, but found its content empty.

‘’Jace,’’ you said under your breath.

Living with your brother had a certain strange familiarity to it, a comforting echo of home despite the newness of being on your own. But some things hadn’t changed. Like how Jace never mentioned when he emptied something. Like that one time you wanted to make spaghetti, only to discover he had left an empty pasta box in the cupboard. Or when he used your shower towel because his was in the laundry. These moments made you miss your mom's presence — she’d always been there to keep the peace and enforce some order.

As you stared at the empty jar with frustration, one of Jace’s friends walked in behind you, his eyes immediately landing on the same spot. You could not see who it was, but his tall shadow was towering over you and you could smell a faint woodsy cologne.

‘’If you’re looking for a cookie, Jace ate them all,’’ you said, throwing your brother under the bus.

‘’That was me, actually,’’ admitted a deep voice with a northern accent from behind you. You turned to see Cregan standing there, his expression sheepish. ‘’Jace said to get anything I wanted. Sorry.’’

You forced a smile, the irritation fading as your eyes met his gray ones. ‘’It’s fine. I’ll get something else.’’

Cregan watched as you moved to the freezer above the fridge to get the ice cream out. You opened the lid and saw that it was almost empty, so there was no need to put it in a bowl.

‘’Did you make them?’’ he asked as you reached for a spoon in the cutlery drawer.

‘’I did,’’ you answered with a smile.

‘’They were really good.’’

‘’Thank you. If Jace baked them himself, they would have turned out like hockey pucks: black and hard,’’ you joked.

Cregan offered a light chuckle as he stepped towards the counter, his gray eyes studying the details of your face. He hadn’t really looked at you until now, respecting Jace’s warning, but now he was struggling to look away and go back to the living room.

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Two months later, you found yourself making out with the Wolves’ captain in his big jeep. His hair was damp and he smelled strongly of soap and deodorant, having showered twenty minutes ago after practice.

The windows were beginning to fog as you were kissing, your hands all over Cregan's shoulders and chest. His tongue slipped into your mouth, causing you to grip his shirt when it grazed yours. You could drown in his kisses.

Getting frustrated by the gear shift separating you, you attempt to climb over it and fumbled your way to the driver seat onto Cregan’s lap without breaking contact with his lips. You bumped your head and legs along the way, and let out a little curse. Cregan laughed, pulling back his seat as far as it would go so the steering wheel would not press in your back.

From his new angle, you could feel the warmth of Cregan’s body against yours. It wasn’t as effective as cuddling in bed, but Jace would get home soon and Cregan’s small dorm bed was not made for two. He barely fitted himself.

He slipped his large hands under your shirt, his thumbs inching up and up your sides, feeling your soft and warm skin while his mouth locked itself to your jaw. ‘’Your brother would kill me if he knew about us,'' he said as his mouth trailed down your neck, leaving wet kisses up to your collarbone.

You rolled your hips to meet his, the friction causing Cregan’s breath to stutter. His hands were still in your shirt, large and warm, leaving trails of fire over your back. He felt like he was sixteen and in high school all again, not twenty-one and in college.

‘’Gods, you’re going to kill me if your hand keeps going rubbing against me like that.’’

You smirked and tipped your head back to give him more room. ‘’Jace is not the boss of my relationships. I can see whoever I please,’’ you replied, raking your hand through his hair and grazing the side of his short beard.

Cregan scoffed against your neck. ‘’Then what are we doing in my car instead of your bed?’’

He was only teasing, but it still made you sigh. You didn’t think living with Jace would put a wrench in your dating life. He meant well, but gods was it frustrating.

Not waiting for your response, Cregan continued to shower your neck with kisses, his teeth nipping at the skin before his lips soothed it. You didn’t think kisses would make you feel like this, but this man had an effect on your body that you could not explain. You pulled at his hair when he bit at the sensitive flesh there, leaving a small mark you will have to conceal later.

You wished you didn’t have to hide your relationship. You wished you could kiss him whenever you desired, go to his games and wear his jersey and cheer for him loudly when he scored a goal, cuddle with him on the couch without looking at the door every five minutes to check if Jace was coming home.

Cregan pulled back suddenly, looking up at you with his gray eyes. ‘’I should go, Jace is gonna come home soon. Walking from campus to here takes less than thirty minutes,’’ he said in a hushed tone, his breath coming in short puffs.

‘’Just a few minutes more,’’ you bargained, stealing a few kisses from his lips, not yet ready to part. ‘’I have a class at 8pm tomorrow and you leave for your away game Saturday morning. I won’t be seeing you until Sunday or Monday.’’

He let out a sigh, also dreading the moment he’ll leave you, and held you for a moment, his hands gently running up and down your back. You drinked in his scent and warmth, winding your arms around his neck and pressing your head in his neck.

The moment was ruined as you shifted and accidentally hit the horn with your ass, the loud sound echoing in the parking lot.

Startled, you jumped and then burst into laughter, but Cregan didn’t join in. His expression was stone serious as he stared intently at something in the distance. Confused, you followed his gaze and spotted Jace standing by the doors of your apartment building, his gym bag slung over his shoulder. He was scanning the parking lot, clearly trying to figure out which car had honked, but with the lights off and the evening darkness, there was no way for him to tell which one it was.

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The second time you almost got caught together was before a hockey game. The team the Wolves were playing against was strong and Cregan texted you to come outside the locker room and give him a good luck kiss.

You smiled at the text and sent a quick ‘coming’ to your boyfriend. ‘’I’m gonna get something to drink,’’ you told your friends.

You snaked your way through the students and families waiting in the entrance to get to their seats and quickly made your way down to the locker room. You knew where it was from bringing over Jace’s skates last Saturday at practice. They were essential for getting on the ice, how could he forget them?

Family, friends — and girlfriends — were not allowed in that area of the arena, so you kept an eye out for anyone from staff. You could always play the ‘I was looking for the bathroom’ card, but it would add another lie on top of the others you and Cregan were piling up since the beginning of your relationship.

You found him leaning against the wall, waiting. He was in his compression pants and an old Wolves tee shirt, looking like a complete snack. You could see everything in those tight pants. And the way his hair was tied at the back made him look sexier.

He looked up when he heard someone approach and a soft smile curled on his lips. ‘’There you are,’’ Cregan said, his voice low and gravelly as he stepped to you and pulled you to his chest. You fit against him perfectly, like a missing piece snapping into place.

He leaned down and pulled you into a kiss, his hand cupping your face gently. It was supposed to just be a quick kiss — a quick ‘good luck’ smooch, not anything too serious. But the moment your mouth met his, you both got carried away.

Cregan grabbed you with ease by your thigh, lifting you up, and you winded yours around his neck, almost forgetting that he had a game to play in twenty minutes.

‘’Okay, that’s enough,’’ you decided, breaking the kiss. ‘’You’re gonna be late for pre-game talk.’’

Cregan sighed but gently lowered you back down. Your boots hit the floor, but he didn’t let you go without stealing one last kiss. You smiled into it, then stepped back just as Jace came barreling down the hallway, clearly in a rush.

He came to a stop, frowning when seeing you. ‘’What are you doing here?’’ His gaze shifted to Cregan, suspicion creeping into his voice. ‘’And why are you talking to my sister?’’

Cregan didn’t miss a beat. ‘’She was looking for you, actually,’’ he lied smoothly. ‘’Baela asked her to tell you she wouldn’t make it to the game tonight. She and Rhaena drove home for the weekend for their dad’s birthday.’’

You made a mental note to thank him later for the quick thinking. Baela had mentioned her trip, and Jace had been sulking and pouting ever since, upset that his girlfriend would miss a big game.

Jace nodded, still catching his breath. ‘’Yeah, I know. She already told me.’’

‘’Oh?’’ you played along effortlessly. ‘’She must have forgotten that she already told you. She has a lot on her mind right now, you know.’’

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Your breathy 'ah's and whimpers were bouncing off the walls as Cregan's strong hands gripped your thighs and held you in place while he lapped at your pussy like a starved man. The intensity of pleasure forced you to grip the headboard. The scruff of his beard was rubbing against your sensitive skin, chafing, but you kind of like it.

It was your first time having the apartment to yourself for more than two hours, and you were going to make the most out of it. Jace was at a bar in the city with some guys from the team. He won't be back until at least 1am...or even later.

When you heard about the night out at the bar, you texted your man and let him know so he could come over after Jace leaves. His teammates were disappointed that he was not joining, but Cregan told them to have fun for him.

He’ll have his own fun with you in the sheets.

The moment he crossed the door, your mouth was on his and you were unbuttoning your shirt, eager to feel his hands on your tits.

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, mewling at the way he was suckling on your clit. No one ever made you feel this good before. Not that you had a lot of experience to compare with.

His sweet assault on your pussy continued, the sounds you were making making him rock hard. He loved it — pleasing his girl.

''I'm gonna— I'm gonna come soon,'' you whined, feeling your core tighten and rocking you body forward in the same rhythm, fucking yourself on Cregan's tongue.

The hockey player let out a low grunt below you, encouraging you to use him how you wished. He let go of one of your thighs to run the back of his hand up your stomach and grab your breast the way you liked, his calloused thumb and finger capturing your peaked nipple, rubbing it as he flicked your clit again.

Your orgasm hit and you made circular jerks of her hips, pushing down on Cregan’s tongue and chin, drenching both. His name fell from your lips and you continued on like this for a moment, toes curling and legs tensing. Until you had nothing else to give.

He pressed a last kiss to your sensitive clit, then helped you clamber off him. ‘’You remember when I said the cookies you made were really good?’’

You hummed, although confused where he was going with this.

‘’This is better.’’

Your face flamed up at his words, not expecting such a vulgar thing to come out. ‘’Shut up.’’ You smacked his chest, his laugh rumbling under your palm.

The sheepishness he sported in the kitchen that day had disappeared, revealing a dirty sense of humor you never expected from him.

You thought you would get a breather, a moment to catch your breath between your last orgasm and the next, but Cregan — insatiable — had other plans. He rolled onto his side, a mischievous glint in his eyes, and began kissing your body with a slow, deliberate intensity. His lips trailed all over your chest, down to your breasts, and then to your stomach, each touch igniting your desires all over again. You arched into his touch, the warmth of his mouth and the gentleness of his caresses melting away any resistance.

Under his tall and broad stature, Cregan Stark was a teddy bear. A Costco sized teddy bear. On the ice, he was known for his strength and leadership, but off it, he was all heart. He was kind, caring, and protective. His caresses were gentle, and his kisses tender and loving. It was impossible to not feel his love.

Speaking of feeling his love, you felt his hardness twitching and poking at your thigh through his tight boxers. You reached down to slip your hand inside, jerking him slowly. In response, Cregan squeezed your hip and let out a low groan.

‘’I need you,’’ you gasped, feeling him suck at the skin under your left breast.

It was one of your rules: no leaving visible marks that could raise suspicions.

He gave one last swipe of his tongue over your nipple and peeled off his boxers, his delicious cock springing up immediately. Your pussy was weeping at the sight.

You spread your legs to accommodate him, offering yourself to him. He teased at your entrance, his movements deliberate as he bumped against your clit, sending a sharp jolt of pleasure through you that made you whine. His amused chuckle filled the room, clearly tempted to draw out your anticipation even more, but as you shot him a warning glare, silently urging him to stop teasing.

Cregan shushed you, rubbing your thigh, and just as he was about to breach your walls, you heard the door of the apartment open and Jace’s voice echoing.

You froze, eyes widening in panic, and Cregan cursed under his breath, realizing that Jace was back much earlier than expected. ‘’Shit. That’s Jace.’’

He called your name again and you quickly slipped on a shirt and got out of bed, answering your brother's calls of your name. You couldn't risk him coming into your bedroom and catching his best friend in your bed in his birthday suit…with with a raging hard-on and your juices all over his beard.

‘’You’re home early,’’ you pointed out, coming down the hallway.

You studied him as he grabbed a bag of chips from the pantry, trying to guess his state of inebriety. He seemed barely tipsy.

‘’Drama at the bar. Ben got into a fight with some guy over a girl — which he did not know was someone's girlfriend — and we all got kicked out,’’ Jace explained, rummaging through the bag of chips and taking a handful to pop into his mouth before leaning against the counter.

You shook your head with a sigh. ‘’Typical Ben. He really needs to stop going after girls that are taken. Has he not learned his lesson?''

Your brother laughed, taking more chips. “Whose shirt is that?” he asked, his eyes narrowing as he glanced down at the large shirt you were wearing, then back up at you.

You followed his gaze and saw that you had grabbed Cregan’s tee shirt instead of your sleep shirt…

‘’Dad’s,’’ you blurted out quickly.

Jace frowned, not remembering your dad ever wearing that shirt, but let it go. ‘’What were you up to? I thought you would invite the girls over.''

‘’Eh, no. I...I was having fun by myself,'' you stammered, clenching your thighs and hoping your face was not too flushed.

It wasn't entirely a lie, but it wasn’t true either. You were having fun, just not by yourself.

His face twisted in disgust. ‘’Ew, that’s gross! I did not need to know about that.''

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Unlike Ben, Cregan wasn’t the type to get into fights — especially on the ice. He thought it was stupid and pointless, a quick way to end up injured or benched for a few games. As the father figure of the team, he was usually the one stepping in to break up the scuffles, keeping cooler heads prevailing. But sometimes, no matter how careful you are, you get caught in the crossfire and take a punch that wasn’t meant for you.

You shot up from your seat immediately, your heart sinking to your stomach as Jason Lannister’s gloveless fist accidently connected to Cregan’s face. It was aimed at Ben — unsurprisingly —, who had played a foul, unnoticed by the referee, and got his brother Tyland in the penalty box.

Chaos erupted on the ice. The referees were shouting and blowing their whistle, trying to break up the fight. Seeing Ben implicated, Cregan had rushed over, taking it on himself to pull him back, but that's when Jason punched him.

More players skated over, helping the referees. One grabbed Jason, and another went for Ben. He was lean but feisty, a scrappy fighter who never backed down. He shot a taunting grin at his opponent and spat blood on the ice, right at his feet. Jason tried to free himself, but the closest referee put his hand on his chest, shaking his head. Enough.

Cregan turned to Ben and wiped the blood off his nose, glaring at darkly.

You didn’t see him until Sunday afternoon. You were coming back from the laundry room, arms full with a basket of freshly cleaned clothes, and forgot how to breathe when you saw Cregan sitting on the couch across from Jace. He was wearing gray sweatpants and a hoodie, and his pretty face was decorated with a bruise close to his nose.

Your feet froze, unable to take another step. You wanted to fucking punch Jason Lannister.

‘’Hey, you’re back,’’ Jace noticed, turning his head towards you.

You nodded, trying to regain your composure. ‘’Yeah. I was doing laundry,’’ you explained, lifting the basket slightly as if to prove your point.

‘’Can you do mine next time? I’ll pay you ten dollars,’’ Jace offered with a grin.

You scoffed, shaking your head. What did he take you for, a housemaid? ‘’Ten dollars to wash your dirty underwear and smelly socks? Never.’’

‘’Fifteen,’’ he countered, still hopeful. ‘’My clothes smell better when you do it. It’s like when Mom used to do it.’’

‘’That’s because I use fabric softener,’’ you replied, rolling your eyes.

Jace frowned, clearly puzzled. ‘’What’s that?’’

Before you could explain it to him, his phone beeped with a notification. He paused the game and checked his screen. ‘’Food is here. I’ll go get it,’’ he said to Cregan.

The taller one nodded, waiting for Jace to be out the door to glance at you. Without saying anything, you set the basket of clothes down on the beanbag chair that had seen better days and went straight to Cregan, cupping his face gently. His eyes softened at your touch, seeing your look of concern. He reached up with one hand to lightly hold onto your wrist as you examined the bruise on his face.

Cregan gave you a soft smile. He could see that you were worried about him. ‘’I’m fine,’’ he said, yet you couldn’t help but notice a hint of stiffness in his expression. ‘’I’m fine. I promise.’’ He kissed the inside of your hand.

‘’I’ll fetch you some ice.’’

He tried to protest, saying that it wasn’t necessary, but you were resolute. You hadn't been able to take care of him after the game, so you’ll do it now.

You put some ice cubes that you used for your iced coffees in a plastic bag and brought it to the living room, gently pressing it to the bruise. ‘’Here.’’

Cregan winced at the cold, his face sensitive. ‘’Thanks, love.’’ He reached out and put a hand on your hip, tugging you closer, but retracted it as the door opened and Jace returned with the food.

☆.。.:*・°☆.。.:*・°

During the course of your relationship, you found yourself in a lot of risky situations, but letting Cregan sleep over was playing with fire.

You didn't mean to. It was an accident.

The two of you were watching a movie in your bed while Jace was on a date with Baela, and he fell asleep forty minutes in. You should have woken him when your phone showed close to 11pm, but you didn't have the heart to. You locked your door, turned off your laptop and cuddled against him.

When you woke up to pee at 1am, you saw that your brother was back and was asleep on the couch with his phone in his hand, the TV playing some older kids cartoons and his leg off the couch. Jace was a light sleeper, it would be too risky to sneak Cregan out.

Morning came and you woke up alone. A sad pout graced your lips. It was your first time spending the night together and you didn’t even get to have morning cuddles or hear his sleepy voice.

You grabbed your phone, checking if he left any messages, but there was nothing. Just a text from your mom asking if you were coming home for your dad’s birthday this coming weekend. You rolled over, breathing in the sheets where Cregan slept in last night, and left her on read and got up.

Your morning coffee was calling your name.

Running a hand through your hair, you walked down the hallway, looking forward to that first sip of coffee, and grinned when you found Cregan in the small kitchen, standing in his tight boxers and a tee shirt and drinking black coffee from a Disney mug. It looked Polly Pocket sized in his hands.

You wrapped your arms around him from the back, your body flush against his. You pressed your face into his back, and the warmth of your body against his made his shoulders relax.

He smiled to himself, covering your hands with his free one. ‘’Good morning,’’ he said in a groggy voice.

‘’I thought you had left. What of Jace? If my brother sees you in your underwear in his kitchen he’s gonna flip.’’

Cregan set his coffee down and turned, his gaze soft as his eyes met yours. The bruise on his face had significantly faded, barely there. ‘’He’s not here. I heard him leave.’’

His strong arms wrapped around your waist, drawing you close, and you let yourself relax against him. The warmth of his body seeped through his tee shirt, and you could feel the steady rise and fall of his chest. Cregan's hand slowly traced down your back, his fingers rubbing gentle circles at the base of your spine.

‘’Don’t you have classes?’’ you asked, glancing up at him with a small smile.

He hummed softly. ‘’Not until later. My 10am class got canceled. I thought I’d hit the gym instead...but there’s no rush.’’

‘’I’ve gotta leave in one hour,’’ you sighed, wishing you could linger in this moment longer.

Cregan’s grip tightened slightly, as if to keep you close for as long as he could. ‘’I can drop you off,’’ he offered. ‘’That way we’ll have more time together.’’

You nodded, pressing a kiss over Cregan’s sternum in thanks. ‘’I’ll make us breakfast...in five minutes.’’

To ruin the moment, you heard the loud buzz and a voice coming from the intercom.

‘’Are you up? Please be awake. I tried texting you and calling but you didn’t respond so I’m taking a chance here.’’ Jace called your name again, louder.

You groaned in annoyance and went to the door to press the intercom button. ‘’What do you want?’’

‘’Yes! You’re awake! Eh, I left my laptop on the counter, and I also forgot my keys...’’

☆.。.:*・°☆.。.:*・°

When Jace left for college, your parents didn’t see the use of getting a car when everything was close to campus and within walking distance. What they didn’t think through would be the possibility of the bus riding home being full and not being able to make it for your dad’s birthday.

Jace: Pack your bag. We’re leaving at 4pm. I already told Mom

You: You found us bus tickets?

Jace: No. I found a ✨chauffeur✨

You: Please tell me it’s not some random person you found on a co-driving forum. I don’t want to spend two hours in some creep’s car 💀

Jace: He’s not

You should have known it would be him.

Jace called shotgun, forcing you to take the backseat. You didn’t mind. In fact, you preferred it. If you had sat at the front, you were scared your hand would have slipped and revealed your relationship. Or that Jace would have noticed the familiarity between you. You were supposed to be his best friend’s little sister, not someone he knew like the palm of his hand.

Although it was only two hours, the drive felt never-ending. Your back ached from sitting in class all day and your stomach was impatient to be filled with your mother’s cooking. Every now and then, Cregan would sneak glances at you through the rearview mirror, and each time you couldn’t hide your smile. Your brother didn’t see, too busy on his phone or switching the music.

This weekend was looking to be long and difficult.

Your mom was more than happy to have another guest over. Cregan was as polite and charming, easily winning her heart when he complimented her infamous lasagna and asked for a second serving.

''Of course! Help yourself,'' Rhaenyra said, smiling warmly. She glanced between Cregan and Jace, who both emptied their plates quickly. ''It's like they don't feed you at college.''

''I live in a dorm,'' Cregan explained in defense. ''It's hard to cook when the only appliances allowed are a mini fridge and a coffee pot.''

Your mother turned to Jace with raised eyebrows, clearly waiting for his excuse. ''And you? What do you have to say for yourself?''

Jace grinned sheepishly, swallowing his last bite. ''Can I take the leftover back to college?''

At the head of the table, your father let out a hearty laugh, shaking his head.

When you were seven, you used to sneak out of your bedroom at night to eat a bowl of cereal. It took your parents several months to figure it out. At eighteen, you were sneaking to join your boyfriend in the guest room.

You waited for everyone to be fast asleep, and avoided the creaking floorboards in the hallway. It was dark inside as you closed and locked the door behind, but you made it to the bed without stubbing your toe on any furniture.

Cregan stirred when you pulled the covers and slipped in, feeling your cold feet on his calves. ''What are you doing?'' he asked, half-asleep and eyes still closed. He didn't need to see you to know it was you. He simply knew.

You said nothing and cuddled against him, sighing happily when he reciprocated.

Morning came faster, the early rays of sun peeking through the curtains. You cursed at yourself, having once again slept longer than planned. You checked both sides of the hallway, and once you deemed it safe, you exited. What you didn’t see was Luke leaving the bathroom, his hair unruly and barely awake.

‘’I…’’ you stammered, not knowing what to say.

He was fifteen, you could not trick him like Joffrey. He knew what you were doing in the guest bedroom.

So you bolted to your own, praying he would keep his tongue.

‘’Luke knows,’’ you blurted out as you descended the stairs for breakfast, the weight of the confession lingering in the air.

Downstairs, your mother had gone all out, setting up a massive brunch spread — eggs, bacon, hashbrowns, and even pancakes. Grandfather Lyonel would be coming over...along with your uncle Larys. The thought of him made your stomach twist; you had never been at ease in his presence, but he was your father’s half-brother, and that meant you had to force a smile and be nice.

Cregan furrowed his brows, concern creeping across his face. ''How?''

You quickly recounted the incident, watching as Cregan ran a hand through his dark hair, his expression growing tense. ‘’You think he’s gonna tell Jace?'' he asked, his voice dropping. ''Or worse...your dad? We got along well last night, but when he’ll find out—’’

‘’My dad is not the one we need to worry about,'' you interrupted softly, trying to ease his anxiety. ''Sure, he’s protective of us, and he might look like the kind of guy who could knock someone out with one punch, but he’d never do that to someone I care about. Not unless he had a damn good reason.''

As you reached the bottom of the stairs, Joffrey got down from his chair and dashed over to you, his small face lighting up with excitement. ‘’Mommy made pancakes!’’ he announced, his big brown eyes practically glowing. ‘’There’s blueberry ones, your favorites.’’ He grabbed both your hand and Cregan's, tugging insistently, messing up your plan to arrive separately.

At the table, Luke was talking — bragging — to grandfather Lyonel about school while Jace was helping your mom bring all the food to the table. And of course, Uncle Larys was just sitting there, observing everything with his usual quiet, unsettling presence.

At Joffrey’s urging, Cregan took a seat next to him. The little one had taken a strong liking to the hockey player, and you couldn’t help but hope that this budding friendship might work in your favor when it would all blow up.

‘’Careful, it's hot!'' Rhaenyra called out, entering with a plate full of bacon. ''Jace, can you bring the orange juice? Oh, and a small fork for Joffrey?''

You interrupted Luke and made your way to Grandfather Lyonel, wrapping him in a warm hug like you always did. ‘’Where’s Dad?’’ you asked, noticing his absence.

The burly man looked around for his son, not knowing either.

‘’I'm here, I'm here,'' Harwin’s familiar voice rang out from the sliding door as he entered, carrying a bowl of freshly picked strawberries. On top of his head was a handmade birthday crown, obviously crafted by Joffrey. ‘’Your mother forgot the strawberries. I had to fetch some from the garden.''

You grinned, stepping up to greet him. ‘’Happy birthday, Dad,’’ you said, kissing his cheek as you wrapped him in a hug.

Everyone sat around the table, and began filling their plates with food.

You mostly took blueberry pancakes, and some fruits from the garden. You had a sweet tooth this morning. From the corner of your eyes, you could see Joffrey talking a mile a minute between bites of pancakes and bacon. Cregan was trying his best to listen to your little brother — what he could make out of his words, anyway — but his attention was completely focused on you.

Two seats down from you, Luke was watching. You could feel his gaze on Cregan, and there was an unsettling tension beneath the surface. He knew something. He could let it slip at any moment and throw the whole breakfast into chaos. But, for now, he stayed silent.

‘’So,’’ Grandfather Lyonel began casually as he sipped his coffee, ‘’how's your first year of college treating you? Found yourself a boyfriend yet?''

The word 'boyfriend' had your bite of pancakes catching in your throat. Grabbing your coffee, you took a long gulp to wash it down, buying yourself a moment.

You shook your head, managing a calm smile. ‘’Not really. I’m keeping my focus on my academics,’’ you replied, briefly raising your eyes at Cregan, who was focussing on eating the content in his plate. The last time he had a home-made breakfast was with you.

You thought you were being discreet, but your grandfather noticed the short glance, as did your father who was right next to you.

Joffrey, oblivious to the tension, piped up, ‘’Jace has a girlfriend. Her name is Bella.’’

‘’Baela,’’ Jace corrected with a fond smile, shaking his head at the enthusiastic six-year-old.

Grandfather Lyonel smiled, happy for his grandson. ‘’That’s a lovely name.’’ He then turned to Cregan. ‘’And you, Cregan? Got a girlfriend? A handsome, well-mannered lad like you cannot be single.’’

Before he could answer, Joffrey piped up with the bluntness only a child could muster. ‘’I think you should date my sister,’’ he declared.

Jace’s head shot up, eyes wide.

Before him, Cregan chuckled uncomfortably, clutching his fork. ‘’Why is that, little one?’’

‘’Because you look at her like papa looks at mommy.’’ He said it so pure and innocently, yet it was true.

The silence that followed was so loud it didn’t take long for Jace to connect the dots. The truth hung in the air, undeniable and clear. Cregan shifted awkwardly in his seat, and you felt your heart pound in your chest.

Jace glanced between you and the one he called his best friend. His nostrils were flared, shock and outrage painted across his face. ‘’How long has this been going on?’’ His brown eyes glared daggers at Cregan, waiting for an answer. ‘’How long have you been keeping this from me?’’

‘’Jace,’’ your father’s voice cut through the tension, firm but gentle, an attempt to stop the situation from spiraling any further.

But Jace wasn’t listening, angry at his friend’s betrayal. ‘’How can you betray me like that? I would have expected it from Robb or Theon, not from you. You pride yourself to be loyal and honorable, but where is your loyalty in this? Where is the honor in disregarding my one and only rule?’’

He was allowed to be upset that you and Cregan spent the last two months seeing each other behind his back. It’s a reaction that was expected. But you hated that he was painting his best friend as the villain. Cregan never used you, it was never his intention. He knew what he was risking when he kissed you back that rainy afternoon in his car. Yet, he couldn’t ignore his feelings — and neither could you.

‘’How can you make this all about you?’’ you asked, shaking your head in disbelief. ‘’Can’t you see past your own selfish feelings that maybe Cregan does love me for me and not just to piss you off? This is exactly why we didn’t tell you anything.’’ You gestured around the room.

Cregan, who had remained silent until now, took a deep breath before speaking, his voice calm but firm. ‘’You know I don’t play around with girls. I would never use your sister the way you think I am. Come on, Jace. You know me.’’ There was a pause, allowing Jace to absorb his words, then he continued. ‘’I’m truly sorry for keeping this from you, but can you blame me? Put yourself in our shoes. You think I wanted to sneak around and lie to everyone about the girl I love? It might look cool in movies, but it’s not in real life. It’s just stress and pain.’’

The room was so quiet you could almost hear a pin drop. No one dared speaking around the table. It was only silent glances.

What a way to ruin your father’s birthday…

A few hours later, you found yourself sitting outside, your heart heavy. The house had grown quiet after the earlier commotion, the celebratory mood from the family gathering long gone. Grandfather Lyonel and uncle Larys had left. The former had apologized for starting the conflict, but you told him it was not his fault. It was bound to happen anyway.

You apologized to your father — and mother — for ruining his birthday. It was his turn to shake his head and pull you in his arms.

The air had gotten colder as it neared sundown, but you didn’t want to go inside. You liked the soft stillness of the open air. It was a calming contrast to the fight from this morning.

The drive back to college was going to be tense tomorrow. You already dreaded it.

Unbeknownst to you, Jace was watching you through the glass of the sliding doors. He stood there for a moment, observing you and Cregan sitting quietly together on the patio furniture. Your head was leaned on his shoulder, curled up at his side, and his left arm wrapped around you. He recognized the Wolves hoodie on your back, Cregan’s number and name on it.

It wasn't until he saw Cregan kiss the top of your head and the soft smile that instantly bloomed on your face that Jace realized that maybe Cregan was good for you.

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And then here’s the second one! a bit different than i usually do, since it’s from crystal’s pov but i really enjoyed writing it! one shot with an epilogue

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flesh currency | j.m. x disabled!f!reader

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pairing: qz!joel miller x disabled!f!reader summary: you have an arrangement with joel. pleasure as currency for your painkillers. but what happens when he tires of the same old song and dance? warnings: (18+ mdni) reader has chronic pain/uses a cane*, sexual favors for painkillers, dubcon but reader is fully comfortable even with the headspace she's in, drugs (reader takes illegal painkillers, the kind is not described), elements of both game and show joel, ableism (cr*pple), mean!joel, slight intox (reader takes 1 pill before the act but is in her right mind during), smut, degradation, underwear sniffing/musk kink, ass eating/rimming (m!receiving), instructions, humiliation, slight praise, thigh riding/leg humping, tit & ass grabbing, cumplay [no use of y/n] word count: 6.2k author's note: stimky joel. yeah. this is my grossest fic to date but it's also kind of my favorite. there's regressive language packed in here (junkie, etc) but that doesn't align with my perspective on the use of opiods when it comes to patients in pain. hell, im one of them. i hope this speaks to you as much as this is hot for you. thank u @lovesickonmybed for being my rock as always. pics in moodboard arent mine. *don't let this put you off, please. being disabled in the apocalypse is not as far fetched as fungal zombies. it's always useful to read experiences that aren't yours.

“You need to go home, lady.”

The FEDRA fuck glowering down at you is bulky and glistening with sweat. He’s got his arms crossed over his chest, chapped lips twisted into a snarl. The hustle and bustle of the mess hall is persistent, a thrum of chatter and scraping utensils that batters your skull. A rag hangs limp from your hands — saturated with dirty water and diluted cleaner.

You lean heavier against your cane and wince as the handle digs deeper into the calloused heel of your palm. “Why?” you ask, tilting your head up.

“Can’t have any fucking cripples slowing us down. You knocked over that spray bottle five separate times. Been counting.” Cripple. The word hurts almost as much as the burning, burning, burning in your legs and arms. Almost.

He gestures vaguely towards the busted spray bottle of cleaner. You hadn’t noticed it fall down on the bench as you were tying yourself into knots just trying to wipe it down.

“But I need rati-”

“Don’t care what you need. You’re slowing people down. Got more suitable workers lined up outside the door. Get going, or I’ll have you removed.”

The spray bottle is capsized much like you, tilted and leaking onto the bench. A needling sensation pedals itself into the back of your knee and you can’t stop yourself from wincing.

You squeeze the rag in your hands and chuck it onto the table before you limp out of there.

Pain isn’t something that happens to you anymore.

It’s inextricable from yourself. Sewn into your muscles, bone marrow, and tissue. Stabbed into the pincushions of your fleshy joints. You’ve become the pain scale, the same one that hang in the FEDRA-installed medical tents.

Usually, your pain is a bearable backdrop to the show that is trying to survive in the QZ. Lately, though, it’s become the centerpiece. Just as inescapable as this hellhole you’re stuck in.

You weren’t always like this. There are flickers in your memory of sob stories on the news. Kids in wheelchairs or dragging themselves along with arm crutches before they even got their braces. Something happened to you after the world ended. Something that derailed you, sent you scattered into a thousand pieces and left you in the shrapnel spray of your own making.

You try not to think about it.

It’s hard not to on days like this, though. There’s books in the semi-refurbished libraries and abandoned bookstores that talk about how people like you used to live. They’d have benefits programs (laden with flaws, of course) that kept them afloat. Caretakers, sometimes. Elevators used to work without generator power. You envy them.

There are endless more in this QZ just like you. Limping, shambling, flailing. Drowning in the black sea of FEDRA suits.

Right now, you’re crawling.

Up the stairs of a derelict apartment building. Trash lines the sides of the stairs, crumpled and mashed into the ground by heavy-footed boots. You tangle your hand in a cobweb and wipe it on your jacket, cane thunking against the stairs as you haul yourself up. When your knee bashes against the edge of a stair, your hands grapple against the air as you fight an invisible entity. A frustrated, exhausted noise crumbles in the back of your throat.

Floorboards creak behind you, and you cringe.

“Fuck are you doin’?”

You roll over and muster a rueful smile. “Hi, Joel.”

The first time you went to Joel, he was your last resort.

“I need something for pain. Anything.”

He’d looked at you like he saw right through you. Now, knowing what you do about him, you’re sure that he did. Like a pane of stained glass that he’d held up to the sun.

He’d rifled through his mattress for a couple minutes. “Got you for sixty.”

You couldn’t do sixty.

When you told him that, he’d only shrugged at you. “Ain’t my problem, kid. Either scrounge it up or quit wastin’ my time.”

“I– I–”

You were never very seductive. Not even before your body turned into… this. This cataclysmic, living horror that disorients you in every waking moment.

You settled for unzipping your jacket. Tugging down your tank top. Showing your tits.

A wordless ordeal, one where your cheeks flamed hot and you felt like he’d taken a scalpel to your skin. But you always felt like that, at least.

“Ah, now we’re talking.” The chair scraped against the floor as he stood, meeting you in two strides. He’d looked at you with heat in his dark eyes, so dark that you could see yourself leaving your dignity in a pile at his feet. He’d reached across the empty space between the two of you and grabbed a handful of your tit, thumbing at your peaking nipple. “A junkie and a whore. You’re cute, I’ll give you that.”

You hadn’t been scared to spread your legs. To let him into the warmth festering in your core. It hurt, all of it did, it always does. But for a brief, blistering moment, when he was balls deep inside of you, the pleasure swelling in your stomach had been enough to dim the lights of the pain.

Since then, you just kept going back. A leech he just couldn’t shake.

“Jesus, girl. C’mon, up on your feet.” He patted you on the shoulder, grabbing your cane for you. He holds his hand out. You swallow your pride and accept the help, letting him drag you up. You wrap your arm around his shoulders and your free hand around the banister, letting him pull most of the legwork. “Stumblin’ around like a goddamn stalker.”

You grumble under your breath, a jumble of words too incoherent to mean anything sufficient. At the top of the stairs, he thrusts your cane back into your hand and heads down the hall without you. You glare at his shoulders before limping after him. One dragging step after another. The tread of your boot dips into a greasy looking puddle.

Joel fumbles for the key into his apartment, and you lean against the wall while he sorts himself out. At least he’s not covered in blood today. There’ve been times where you’ve shown up when he’s fresh off of a supply run, smoking gun sticking out of his waistband.

You use your cane to knock the door shut behind you.

“You’re lookin’...” He surveys you. “worse for wear.”

“Fuck you, too,” you say. A pause, punctuated by casual crossfire outside. “I need more.”

Joel huffs a laugh. “‘Course you do.”

He’s never given you that sort of attitude before. You swallow down the lump in your throat. “Please, I–”

“I ain’t a one man Salvation Army. Everyone’s got needs.”

“I’ll… I can…”

“What? Suck me off? You got a pretty mouth, baby, but I got about twelve girls who can do the same thing.”

“FEDRA won’t let me work,” you blurt out. Sympathy with Joel isn’t even a one way street. It’s a path that hasn’t been foot trodden. “They… they kicked me out when I tried, I’m trying, Joel, I swear I a–”

“Deep breaths,” he says. He folds his arms over his chest and jerks his head toward the slouching couch in the room. “Sit down. Can’t talk to ya if you’re fuckin’ hyperventilating.”

You prop your cane up against the armrest and drop yourself into the cushions. You dig your palms into your eye sockets and suppress a scream.

“I’m working at a deficit with you.”

“I know,” you grit out.

“I put up with a lot, but you’re drainin’ me dry here.”

“You’re right,” you relent. “I’ll find someone else. Sorry… for the trouble.” You reach for your cane again, but then he’s tugging it out of your reach.

“You’re waddling around like a fuckin’ fool flingin’ your legs open for any guy whose got what you need, gonna get yourself killed out there. Lotsa guys have less of a tolerance for girls like you than I do. I’m not runnin’ you out the door.”

“Then what are you doing, Joel?” you ask, hand still hanging in the open, wrapped around the empty air where your cane should be.

He sets the cane in your hand, and you deposit it at your side again. “Givin’ you a wake up call,” he says. “What’re you willing to do for your fix?”

“I…” Just three short months ago, before you’d sought out the much-feared Joel Miller, you would’ve said nothing. Just three months ago, your pain was bearable, livable, mere tinnitus. Now it is a bonfire. Roaring in the kindling of your ribcage. “Anything.” You swallow, worrying your tongue against your teeth. “I just want to feel normal.”

“Tough shit,” he says.

You have nothing to say to that. You only sit there, biting into the inside of your cheek. Knives sink into your skin with each breath. It hurts to be alive, it is anguish to be alive, and you just want to swallow a pill down dry. Enough to dull the edge, enough to make things tolerable. You stare at your feet as the room swirls.

“Alright,” Joel says after a moment. “You look beat, and I’d be a worse man than I already am if I ‘took payment’ now. I’ll give you one.”

Your eyes light up.

“You’re gonna take a quick nap in my room while I pull some strings, yeah? Let it kick in. Then we’ll see about what you can do to earn the rest if you’re up for it.”

Maybe sympathy can be a two way street. You’ve heard everything about him. Seen the occasional wanted poster floating through the street before FEDRA moved on to the Firefly of the week. Likely heard gunshots fired from the barrel of his gun.

“Thank you,” you whisper as he plucks one from a baggie. He drops it in your hand and you can’t help but wrap it in your fist. The inherent value of what he has given you.

He sees you eyeing it, sees you thinking, and says, “Don’t hurt yourself. I’ll wake you in an hour.”

And you do wake in an hour, scar-serrated, gun-hardened hand on your cheek. It’s instinctive to roll away, or at least it should be with someone who’s as bloodstained as Joel. Instead, you find yourself nuzzling into his palm before you’re even fully awake, when the walls of his apartment are only a border of the shapeless dream you’d been having.

“Rise ‘n shine, sleepyhead,” Joel says. He taps you on the apple of your cheek, and you find yourself blinking the crust from your eyes. Your fists go to rub at them. “Feeling any better?”

It’s not entirely gone — it never entirely is. It’s always the sand dollar nestled in the sand. The grain of sand lodged inside of the crevices. The clutch of your high is less of a clutch than it is a hangnail caught on a thread. It’s only a fracturing lightheadedness instead of a backslide into euphoria. You feel perfectly grounded, body taken off of the perpetual razor blade edge it rests on and airlifted onto a sturdy mattress.

“Yeah,” you croak, clearing your throat of any trace of grogginess. “Yeah.”

“Good,” he says. “I got twelve slow release tablets for you. Should be enough to get you strong enough to work the ration lines for a couple days.”

“I promise I’ll make this worth your while– agh.” You say, whimpering as you try to sit up.

Joel keeps you down with a hand on your shoulder. “Oh yeah? And what exactly are you offerin’ me this time, huh? More of those pretty tits? A taste of that leaky little cunt?”

“Anything you want,” you blurt out. A hefty statement with even heftier implications. But just one pill has shredded your pain from glass sticking out of your skin into little pinpricks. A miracle confined to a little circular pill.

Joel cocks his head at you. “Anything, huh? You’d sell your soul for a hit, wouldn’t you? Let me do whatever the fuck I wanted to that pretty ‘lil body of yours?”

A better person, the upstanding salt of the earth, would’ve walked away long ago. But you can scarcely walk on a good day, so all you can do is bob your head at him.

A smirk slices across his face. Joel reaches out to you to grip your chin, thumb pressing into bone. It’s satisfying in a twisted sort of way. Your eyes go all glassy and your lips form a picturesque pout. “Well ain’t that just precious,” he croons at you. “You think you’re the first desperate junkie to offer me the world for a cheap high?”

“No,” you mumble. “But that’s not… that’s not what this is. I have a good reason —”

Joel snorts at you. “Yeah, keep tellin’ yourself that. Might not be the first one to come crawlin’ — literally — to me, but you might be the most pathetic. Tits and ass, that’s all you got to trade. Tell me sweetheart, how long ‘fore those goods wear thin?”

“According to you, they already have,” you fire back.

“Oh, they definitely have,” he says, voice so stony that it’s on the verge of being a leer. “But that don’t mean I can’t squeeze a little more outta you. You see, kid, I got a special request today. Something that requires a… different kinda payment.”

You worry your lip, teeth scraping over skin. You’re already in this deep. There’s so little you have to lose, pride included. Eventually, you take a deep breath and steel yourself. “Please, Joel. Just… just tell me what I can do.”

He leans in close, breath hot against your ear as he hangs onto your chin. “You’re gonna eat my ass, baby. And you’re gonna do it with a smile on your face, you understand?”

You stare, blinking once and then twice. He– you– what? “Excuse me?” you ask, brows furrowed.

“You heard me right, sweetheart. I want to see that pretty little mouth wrapped around my asshole, suckin’ and slurpin’.” He squeezes your chin. “That make enough sense to get through your drug-addled head?”

You squirm under his scrutiny, face heating up as if you’ve been held over an open flame. He’s looking at you as if he’s got you all figured out. Knowing him, he does. After you’re certain his handprint has started to stain your jaw, you say, “...Why?”

He shrugs. “Why not? ‘Cause I can pull any crackhead off the street and shove ‘er down on my cock until snot’s runnin’ out of her nose and her belly’s full of my cum. Can’t just find any girl who’s willing to knock on my backdoor. Takes a real nasty degenerate bitch to do that. And you’re a desperate little druggie willin’ to do anythin’ for a fix. You said it yourself.” He chuckles under his breath. “Seems like a match made in heaven to me.”

You swallow. Work the saliva in your mouth. “I… I’ve never, um–”

Joel’s head goes back with a grating, harsh laugh. “Never ate any ass before? Oh, you’re a dainty ‘lil thing, ain’t ya? Don’t worry your pretty head, sweetheart. I’ll teach you what you need to know.”

“I didn’t think you’d be the type to… want that sort of treatment.” Joel’s rough in bed, yes. Probably less rough with you than the other girls he sees, considering your predicament. You just hadn’t marked him as the type to want anyone near his ass.

Joel laughs. “I sure as hell ain’t. But here’s the thing, sweetheart. I don’t just want your tongue proddin’ around between my legs. I want to see your slutty little face smushed between my cheeks while you debase yourself for your hit.”

And that… makes more sense. This isn’t about his pleasure. It sure as hell isn’t about yours. It’s about him getting off on making you suffer, making you do something uncomfortable, something many would dub unpleasant.

Maybe you are a nasty fucked up degenerate bitch, because slick leaks into the gusset of your panties.

“Think you wanna do that for me?” he asks, dragging his hand from your chin, down your side, to where he gives your hip a light squeeze. “For you?”

“Yeah,” you say, a little breathless and plenty dizzy. Then, when you gather your wits, you nod firmly and speak louder. “Yeah.”

“Attagirl. Knew you were an obedient little pill chaser.” He gives your hip a tiny little smack. “C’mon, strip for me. Show me what we’re workin’ with.”

This part, you’ve done.

You fiddle with the hem of your tank top and lure it over your head before dropping it on the floor. You wriggle out of your bra, letting your tits fall loose. Joel nods his approval as you kick off your boots. You move on to your jeans, flicking the button. Dragging them down your thighs, savoring the hitch of denim on blemished skin. You have no problem showing off for him in this way, heels knocking your waistband down and leaving the pants in a lump on the floor. You’re left in your panties, the wet spot with the evidence of your slick shining through.

“Oh, baby,” Joel laughs. You shiver. “Ain’t even done anything to you… fuck, maybe you were meant to be a little ass eating slut. Filthy thing.”

You avert your eyes, face flaming, body boiling from the inside out. He’s standing hip-level with you, his semi visible in the stretch of his jeans. “Hey,” he says, hand gliding up your side. He taps your cheek with a bent knuckle. “No reason t’ be scared. First time for everything, yeah? Not gonna bite ya.”

You’re not scared. Just demeaned and humbled — exactly where he wants you to be.

He undoes his jeans, zipper snarling as it loosens, and knocks them and his boots off in a pile next to yours. He makes no move to take off his briefs or shirt, just taps your thigh. “Scoot,” he says. You shuffle over. “Gonna lay on my back. Figure that’ll be comfiest for you?”

“Yeah,” you say. “Um, thanks.”

Despite his reputation, despite how he treats you like a fucking cum rag, and despite this being a business transaction, he never neglects your own comfort. He never blocks the door. He never traps you in this situation.

Joel climbs onto the bed, sprawls out among the flattened pillow below. You go back on your haunches before adjusting yourself onto your stomach. You look at him and his rising bulge as he gets comfortable.

“I, uh, what do I–” You’re bumbling, and you know it. Seduction, even after a few transactions with Joel, still isn’t your domain.

“Alright, you little ass kisser in training. Gonna ease you into this. First thing you gotta do is get comfortable with the smell,” he says.

You give him a look.

“Like I said, you’re drainin’ me dry. Soap’s not the cheapest find, baby. Gotta make due. Besides, who needs bar soap when I’ve got your eager little tongue ready to wash me up?”

“Jooooel,” you whine, nose crunching.

“Nuh uh. No complainin’. I’m doin’ you a solid here, unless you’d rather me shove you face-first between my cheeks?” You shake your head, and he raises his brows at you. “Thought so.”

Joel slowly peels off his briefs, and your mouth can’t help but water at the sight of his mostly-hard cock. You remember the heft of it inside of you, the way he’d made room for himself inside of your body. And then your eyes trail lower to how his bulky thighs branch into the meat of his ass.

He hands you his briefs and gives you an expectant look. “Go ‘head. Sniff ‘em.”

“I– really?” you ask. They’re heavy in your hand and the exact sort of thing you’d expected him to wear. An off-white color, discolored by years of sitting around in a post apocalyptic world. A little bit stretched out with a hole in the waistband.

“Really. C’mon, kid, I don’t have endless patience.”

You change you grip on them and tentatively bring them to your nose, inhaling the musk that he’s embedded into the fabric from days of wear. It’s sharp and pungent, but underlined with a faint trace of sweetness. His musk is almost sugary, with the way it cloys inside of your lungs. Your hesitant sniffs turn into fuller, deeper breaths.

A cocky grin crosses his face. “And that’s just the appetizer, baby. Wait until you get a real mouthful of me.”

You whimper into the fabric, snuffling against it. Feeling yourself drift into that floaty, cotton-candy state of mind that you nosedive into whenever you’re with him. You watch, enraptured, as he spreads himself apart. His pucker is nestled in a thatch of hair and skin, tanner and darker than the rest of him. “See that?” he asks “That’s where you’re tongue’s headin’ baby.”

You let out a tiny little whimper. Joel laughs at you and a fresh wave of slick saturates your panties.

“This is the real deal, sweetheart. Go ahead. Give it a whiff.” You dip your head lower than it already is, nerves winding around your chest. You take a tiny, halfhearted breath. “How’re you gonna kiss it if you can’t even breathe it in, baby? Just get your nose in there, first. Think of it as an initiation.” He reaches back and gently grabs the back of your neck, tugging you closer. Before you know it, your nostrils are mashed against his hole, and every breath you take is muddied by him. You whine, a keening noise that traps itself in your throat.

“That’s it, sweetheart. Deep breaths, now. Let me defile that pretty nose.” You listen to him, controlling your breaths and drawing them in deep. “You’re gonna learn to love this. Nasty fuckin’ girls always do.”

You pull back when he loosens your grip on his neck, panting and dizzy off of him. You feel cross-eyed, almost. Swooning over the sensation of being buried between his legs.

“Look at you,” he coos. “Really are just a pathetic ‘lil fucktoy. All worked up and drooling over my ass.”

“I,” you start, but your voice tapers off when you realize you can’t argue that. You are pathetic, damn near slobbering over him just for a chance at pain relief.

“Say it before your mouth gets busy,” he says. “You know what you are, sweetheart. Tell me.”

“I’m your pathetic little fuck toy,” you whisper. You can’t disobey him, not if you want your drugs. But he isn’t wrong. How could he be, when you’re so far underneath him right now?

“And?” he nudges.

“And — I want to eat your ass.” The words come out all stumbling and embarrassed, muffled by your own shame. But they only make you wetter.

He smiles down at you. “Attagirl. Now why don’t you kiss the outside for me. Get used to usin’ that cute little mouth.”

You’re a squeamish person. It’s in your nature; unfortunately a nature that’s contradictory to the nature of the world that you live in. Still, you swallow whatever scraps remain of your dwindling pride and kiss up his sun kissed thighs. You plant your lips above the crook of his knee and poke your tongue out, laying a trail of saliva and heat up to the crease of his thigh. Joel sighs as you draw a spiral with your tongue. You glance up at him through lidded eyes and are almost startled by the unadulterated want that glaze his own eyes.

“Gettin’ closer, baby,” Joel says. His hand goes up to cup the back of your neck, thumb rubbing circles into your neck. “Knew I chose right with you. Got a curious mouth on ya.”

You nuzzle up to his ass cheek, pressing a timid kiss against the swell of it. You bite gently at your lower lip when you separate from him. Your breaths have quickened, now, and he gives the back of your neck a reassuring little squeeze.

“Spread ‘em,” Joel coaxes, so you do. You press your thumbs into supple, fuzzy skin and spread him open for your scrutiny. You can’t help but lick your lips and come to regret it the second he chuckles. “Hungry, aintcha?” And maybe you are. But still, you hesitate when you lean in, taking a deep breath that is entirely steeped in his musk.

“Like a deer in headlights,” Joel mumbles. “Gonna make my hole blink at you or what, baby?”

“You’re crass,” you say, teeth digging into your lower lip.

“What’s crass is how your sloppy cunt is leakin’ waterfalls all over my bedspread.” He smirks at you when you pull a face. “Now go on, baby, I know you wanna eat it right on up.”

You try to ignore the distinct kickdrum of your throbbing clit where it’s buried between your thighs. Your head dips, and you kiss up his cleft. Occasionally, your tongue flicks out. He tastes how he smells. Like the same sweat and musk that everyone has from living in the QZ with an undercurrent of almost honeyed warmth. You lick up the inside of one of his cheeks, pride rushing through your gut when your tongue at the edge of his asshole makes him moan.

“Quit avoidin’ it, sweetheart. I got places to be. Jus’ pretend it’s a peach ring.” You’re dizzy, head swimming off of the sensation of being this close to him in this way. “Give it a ‘lil kiss. Just a smooch.”

You lean in and press your lips against his pucker, a tiny whine lodging in your throat. Joel grunts above you. It’s humiliating, being this low beneath him, this debased. There’s not much further you can go, so you flatten your tongue against his tight hole and spin it around his skin. You’re drooling all over him, tongue sweeping across wrinkled flesh. “Fuck, attagirl, just like that.”

He tastes good. Savory almost. You lap against him, tongue laving across the furrows of his ass. It’s just as satisfactory as the time he’d shoved his cock down your throat and held you down until you were choking and teary eyed. If not more. Because he was right earlier — fewer girls would do this for a fix. And you’re one of them, on hands and knees while your tongue probes his most private place, licks all the sweat and grime from between his cheeks. You can’t help but moan.

“Told you you’d love it,” he says. “Told ya you fuckin’ would. God, you’re a needy little bitch. For your fix… for me.”

You whine in protest, but it comes out much more pathetic than that with your tongue slipping up and down his crack. Your hand goes up instinctively to play with his balls, squeezing and fondling with each pass of your tongue. Joel groans, hips jumping against you. “Yeah, that’s it. Eager slut… feelin’ me up…”

You whimper into him, muffled with how your face is buried between his cheeks. Your tongue lashes out again, whirling around his entrance. Your eyes flutter in time with your cunt. You want more, you’re just as hooked on him as you are on the sensation of being painless. You flick your tongue, lips peppering him with open-mouthed kisses as you work.

Joel hisses as you lightly test his entrance. “God.” His hips jerk again, sporadic. “Fuck — shit,” he groans. “Natural ass licker, aren’t you? Yeah, you are. Oughta tie you to my backside, have you doin’ this all the time.”

You mewl at the thought, thighs clamping together. Your free hand wriggles down to rub at your bare clit. You get two rubs in before Joel kicks your hand away. “Nuh uh. This ain’t about you.” Joel smirks. “All that bitchin’ about it, but you’re pretty fuckin’ horny for your tongue up my ass.” He hikes his legs under your arms. Confusion spreads across your face until he locks his ankles around your back and tugs you face first into his ass.

“Mmph!”

“Don’t suffocate. Be out of a pocket pussy if you do.”

Fuck. You clench, leaking all over his sheets. Your eyes can’t help but roll back.

“Look at you… bet you could get high off ‘a doin’ this if you tried hard eno– ungh.” Joel fully convulses when you wrap your lips around his asshole and suck. “Goddamn. Nasty whore really earnin’ them pills,” he grits out. You giggle into him when you see his cock twitch, precum oozing down the side of it. It leaks between his legs and onto your tongue, and you slurp him up eagerly.

You’re so aroused that it hurts, slick spilling in droves down the insides of your legs while you tongue him eagerly. Your hips rock subtly against the bed, and Joel’s head is too thrown back to notice your violation. He rocks his hips up into your mouth as you wriggle your tongue inside of his hole, probing the tightness of him as thoroughly as you can while he twists underneath you. “There you go, fuck me with your slutty tongue, baby. Get it in deep.” He groans as you drag your tongue along his insides. “Bet you’re gonna be sucklin’ on a pillow later. Thinking ‘bout my ass with your hands between your legs, rubbin’ that cock starved cunt.”

“Bet you’re wishing I’d pound that pussy now, huh? Wishing I’d shoot a load up that messy little slit?” You nod, tongue swiping up and down. You fuck your tongue in and out of him, moaning as you get the smallest friction from the sheets bunched up between your legs. His ankles tighten around your shoulders, holding you down with no escape.

You manage to wriggle in his grasp enough to spat a lob of spit into your hand. You reach up around his waist and wrap your fist around his cock, jerking him. Joel jumps, his hole rubbing against your tongue as he lets out a wrecked moan. Your thumb traces his head. Sounding strangled, he curses, “Fuck, fuck, fuck. Goddammit, you were made to eat ass. Wish I could have your tongue up there 24/7…. Show you off, baby. Bet some other smugglers would love to take your tongue for a ride, but no. Your pretty little mouth only opens wide for me, huh? Whenever I say jump, you ask me how high, dontcha?”

You moan in assent, tightening your grip on his cock as you stroke him. Your tongue works even harder, messy as you draw circles of spit around his rim. You suck with your lips locked around him, watch his abdomen twitch as you do, watch precum ooze from the head of his cock. You collect it on your thumb and use it to work him faster. Your tongue runs laps around him, his eyes fully on you. “God, baby, fuck, I’m comin’, I’m, co–”

With your tongue deep in his ass and your hand wrapped around his cock, Joel comes. Spurts of it leak out, some of it landing on your tits. You whimper and work him through it, through each groan and hitch of his hips, through each spasm and aftershock that coils through his body and snaps at him. His chest heaves as he looks at you, damn near starstruck.

“Grand prize ass eater right here. Nasty bitch, salivatin’ on my dirty hol—”

“Joel, please,” you cut him off, starry eyed all on your own.

“What? Already givin’ you your pills, ain’t no need to beg me for ‘em.”

“I–” you say. “I’m really wet.” You’re teary-eyed, maybe from the action of humiliating yourself, but much more likely from arousal, wound tighter than a coiled snake in your stomach.

Joel groans, and you swear his softening cock gives a mild twitch. “C’mon.” He swings his legs off of your shoulders and jerks his thigh, tapping it with a thick palm. “Get on up here.”

You an hour ago might’ve stood up for yourself, insisting that you at least deserve his fingers, but you right now was just tongue deep in Joel’s ripe asshole. So you scramble to mount his thigh, letting out a choked moan the second your swollen clit makes contact with his sweaty skin. You immediately start grinding yourself on him, feeling your slick squelch between your skin and his.

“Pathetic whore. Bet your tongue still tastes like my asshole, but you like that, don’t you? You like being my disgusting little junkie bitch.” You nod, bunching your hands into the fabric of his cum spattered t-shirt, tugging at it, tugging at him. “God, listen to you,” he says. Your broken-up moans, the sound of your wet pussy leaking and leeching against his leg. Your breaths are charred with the heat of pure, debauched need. It’s lewd, and you can see the shadow of yourself rocking your hips into him.

“Joel, oh God, Joel,” you moan, sinking your teeth into your lower lip as you roll your hips. Your clit catches on his skin and he groans.

“Gonna shove your face in the fuckin’ puddle you’re making,” he says. You clench hard enough that your eyes squeeze shut. His hands, once still at his side, move along to anchor at yours. He yanks you against him, fingers digging into the flesh of your ass cheeks. You’re wobbly and woozy, shaking as you hump him. “C’mon, c’mon. You need it, don’t you? About to cream all over your dealer.”

And you are. You’re so, so close, with pleasure strung so tight through your body that it could snap at any second. It’s coarse and ragged, a sort of friction that stings and catches on your insides. Your tongue’s hanging out, you’re leaking all over him, and you’re pumping your hips even faster. He smacks your ass hard enough that your ears ring.

Your head hangs low and you make a noise akin to a kicked puppy. One of his hands moves to your cumstained chest, rubs his cum into your aching, hardened nipple. “Give it to me, you depraved fuckin’ slut. Little pervert, rubbin’ that cute little clit on me.” He tenses his leg, and you’re done for.

“Joel!” you whine as you topple over that edge, flailing, kicking, screaming.

Joel grunts. “Attagirl. Soak me.” He keeps rutting you against him through the aftershocks, even after you go limp and slump against his front. You’re both sweat-slick, and you’re still shaking. A giddiness swipes through your body as you clench and clench. You’re out of your own body. This is a pleasure beyond the pleasures you have known.

Your mouth still tastes like him on the comedown.

You heave for air, winded as you look at him through darkened eyes. Joel pats you on the ass and pushes you off of him. “Oomph.” He grabs you by the back of the neck again, and, true to his promise, pushes you face-first against his thigh.

“Look at this,” he snarls. His thigh is glistening with your arousal and release, viscous and slippery. You whimper as you smell yourself on his skin. “Lick it up.”

That makes you clench again. You stick out your lolling tongue and lave over his leg, scooping up your cum with your own tongue. You whimper and pout at him, and find yourself dizzy with need when he laughs at you.

Then, you hit the mattress and the ceiling seems to spin over your head.

Joel gets up and groans. You think you hear his knees pop. A few footsteps later, and you’re all alone in his bedroom, cocooned in sweat-wet sheets. There’s an emptiness inside of you, one that sticks everywhere. The silence crackles along your eardrums.

“Here,” he says, and then you’re back inside of yourself. Your eyes flicker open and you’re watching him from upside down. He props your cane up on his nightstand and chucks a box of tissues at you. You grab a fistful of them and wipe down your chest, then your inner thighs.

He tosses you your clothes, next. You shiver and tug your shirt over your head with only some difficulty. When it comes to your legs, just lifting one makes it crash back down at your side. You bleat, squeezing your eyes shut through the pain. Maybe riding him had been… overzealous. But the painkillers had made you indomitable — or at least feel indomitable.

“Hey,” Joel says. “Let me help.” It’s a foreign tone from him. Softer than what you’re used to. He redresses you, even laces up your boots for you. When all’s said and done, he pats you on the ass. The silence is a blanket, a warmth of sorts.

“Thank you,” you mumble. “I… I’m sorry I don’t have any more to offer you.”

“Kid,” he says. “I agreed to this. I ain’t mad at you. And, hell, I don’t think I’ve ever felt like that. I’d say it was worth it, even if you’re robbin’ me blind over here.”

He pulls out the baggie of pills and folds them in your hand. “Try to stay safe out there.” You nod at him and lean yourself on your cane as you stand. You swing it in time with your steps.

“I will,” you say. It feels like more of a hollow promise, if anything.

As your hand lands on the doorknob, he says, “My door’s open. Come back when you need more.”

Whether he means more pills or more of him, you’re not sure. Maybe he’s not sure, either. But you’re hooked on something, you think. And you pretty sure it’s not the drugs.

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bratkook · 2 years ago

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two point five. (m) jjk.

part two. part three.

pairing. handyman!jungkook x reader genre. smut word count. 21.3k warnings. jungkook is very charming and very sweet, oral sex, face riding, slight size kink, unprotected sex, lotsa messy kisses, multiple orgasms summary. who would have thought booking a handyman from an app would lead to this. sure, you wish he’d mount you instead of just your television, but you could totally be friends. right? note. this story was born from an ask game (a long time ago im so sorry) so thank you to the angel that gave me the fic title and all you cuties for helping me flesh out our handyman through asks hehe i hope you like the introduction to him™ because i’m sure there will be more of him soon hehe. also thank you to my angel bby loml @kithtaehyung for making the most beautiful banner ever ily!!<3

The sound of your power drill fills up the space of your apartment, the whirring coming to a quick stop only for the laughter of your friend to follow. There’s a brief moment where you forget she’s not in the room with you, actually watching you attempt to drill holes into your new apartment instead of in her home in a completely different state. The small ache in your chest is still felt when you remember this, not yet accustomed to being so far from home, but you push it away as you stare down at your device and see her face on the screen propped up a few inches away from you.

“I don’t think you know what you’re doing,” she laughs, and although you agree you simply wave her off with a smile.

“I hung up that tiny mirror the other day—oh, and that shelf!” You point to the side, staring at the shelf you had placed near the kitchen. Sure it was a little crooked, and you’re not exactly sure how much weight you could get away with placing on it, but it was only meant for cute decorations so really, you didn’t do a bad job.

“Yeah, but this is a television Y/N. A big one too. I mean, why couldn’t you just buy a media console for it?”

“Because I like the look of a mounted TV, it looks clean.” You’re standing now, eyeing the spots you marked on the wall using this app on your phone that helped you level it out. It seems like a decent spot, just high enough for you to put furniture under it, centered nicely on the wall. As you secure the nail on the tip of the drill you wonder just how hard this could be. “Trust me, I have a vision here.”

Seulgi just hums along as she inches closer to her screen, watching the way you line up the drill onto your markings and push the button to bring it to life. The sound is a little jarring through the speaker but she clearly hears the sudden thump that comes a few seconds later, and judging by the way you immediately stop the drill, she knows something went wrong.

“What happened?” she sings out, a stupid smile on her face that you see when you scoop up your device to bring her closer to the wall.

“The nail’s not supposed to sink into the wall right?” you mumble out, your finger coming up to prod at the massive hole in your wall, brushing off the powdered bits of drywall before you gently clasp the nail and pull it cleanly out.

Yeah, that definitely isn’t right.

“Oh yeah, that looks so clean, so much better than a media console.”

“Fuck you.”

She laughs instantly, forehead coming down to rest on her phone before she's popping back up. “My knowledge of this is minimal but I’m pretty sure you need anchors. Honestly, just call someone to do it for you.”

“What the fuck are anchors?” you groan, glaring at the hole in the wall.

“Oh my god,” she gasps, “you should totally get on tinder. Just swipe right on any man who looks like he could do the job. Find the men who are holding fish in their photos and you’ll get it done for free.”

“Okay, you’re done. I’m gonna figure this out. I’ll call you back when I’m done and watching trash reality tv on my mounted television.”

Needless to say, you don’t figure it out. Three more holes line your wall, a cute little pile of dust is slowly growing on your floor, a few tabs are open on your phone that mention you need to find a stud, and your television still remains resting on your couch. You absolutely refuse to go on tinder for the sake of this, despite how badly Seulgi wants you to, but you decide searching for help might not be so bad.

With a dejected sigh, you’re closing all the tabs before opening a new one, quickly typing in ‘handyman available near me’ and hoping for the best. The page is filled with links, businesses promoting themselves, yelp pages stacked with choices, and as you scroll further you see an app dedicated solely for this purpose. It seems like the best bet, so you download the app tastefully named Handy with a small snort.

It's moments like this where you truly love and appreciate technology, smiling at how easy it is to refine your search to filter out exactly what you need to narrow down your options. The list of people available shrinks as you decide you’d like it done today, only having a few choices. The first doesn’t even have a picture, or any reviews so it’s an automatic no from you. The second is an older man, and you’re honestly not so sure he’d even be able to lift your television up so you scroll past him too. Only two more people left, their ratings being completely different.

A five star rating sits nice and pretty on option three, a picture of a man in his mid thirties, stating his areas of expertise along with his prices and photos of his previous work.

Option four however has a rating of two point five stars, and you need to do a double take as you see his picture because you can’t imagine him being older than 18. His black hair is brushed across his forehead, the cut slightly unflattering but it’s a little endearing when it's paired with the smile on his face. It almost looks like this was a school photo he just uploaded onto the site, not bothering to take any other picture of himself, or of the work he had done.

Curiosity gets the best of you, clicking the review that made his rating be as low as it is. Your brows furrow on your forehead as you start to read it, confusion filling your head as it starts off with pure praise. The woman calls him charming, says he was super respectful and clean on the job, was flexible with her schedule and managed to complete the job quickly, the only downside being that he accidentally switched the labeled knobs of the hot and cold faucets of her sink and she just found that completely unacceptable. It’s a dramatic review that definitely didn’t call for two and a half stars, especially with the way she started it, and as you scroll back up, sorting through his areas of expertise, you see his prices are significantly cheaper than the previous man.

“Okay, I’ll just message both of them,” you mumble out to yourself, chewing on your bottom lip as you quickly type out a message to both of them on the app, deciding that whichever of them responded first with availability today would be the one you chose. With both messages sent, you simply lock your phone and go back to setting up your apartment.

The pile of brown boxes lined against the back wall is the first thing you tackle, feeling grateful that you had decided to properly label each box so you knew what went where. It's easy for you to fall into the motion of unpacking this way, quickly putting away all of your dishes and silverware in their new spots, setting down some decorative bowls onto your dining table before you complete this box and move on to the next.

Just as you open up the next box your phone vibrates in your pocket. You’re expecting it to be Seulgi calling to see how the television mission was going, instead a call from a random number fills your screen. With a clear of your throat you swipe to answer, giving a small greeting as you wait for them to speak.

“Hey, I’m just reaching out over the message you sent regarding needing some help with mounting your television.” Their voice sounds a little deep through your speaker and your mind isn’t able to place it on the 18 year old looking boy so you mentally decide it must be the first guy you found.

“Oh, yes! I sort of made a few holes in my wall trying to do it myself so,” you trail off, pitifully looking at the exact holes you were talking about.

The man chuckles on the line, reassuring you that it was fine, going on to ask you more questions, double checking that you had in fact bought the proper mount to hold up a television that size before you were settling on a time and you were giving him your address, hanging up with the promise of your television being hung up within the next two hours.

A knock comes from your door an hour and a half later, pulling you away from the current box you were working on as you set down the picture frames you just unwrapped before making your way to your door.

The first thing you see when you swing open your door is someone’s chest, having to take a step back as you look up a bit and meet the soft eyes of a stranger, a small smile on his pierced lip when he looks down at you.

This is not who you were expecting at all.

For a brief moment you wonder if this is even the handyman you had hired. Maybe this was just a resident in your complex, an overly friendly neighbor who wanted to welcome you to the building, because the man standing in front of you looks like neither of the options you saw online. He seems about your age, long dark hair swooped back, showcasing his eyebrows which are raised in amusement as he sees the way you’re clearly taking him in, another gleam of a piercing adorning one of them. A thin gold chain hangs around his neck, resting on his chest right on top of the white shirt he has on, a loose brown jacket draped over his shoulders. It’s not until you travel further down that you see the tool bag he’s holding in his hands, quickly coming back to your senses as you look back up at him with embarrassment written on your face.

“I’m here to mount your television. I’m Jungkook,” he slowly speaks, bringing his free hand up to rub at the back of his head, doubt starting to take over him as he worries if he showed up to the wrong apartment. “You are Y/N right?”

“Yes— yeah that’s me. Sorry,” you laugh, holding the door open as you invite him in. “You don’t exactly look like the photo you have on that app.”

He laughs softly as he steps into your place, dark eyes roaming the room, spotting the array of boxes everywhere. It was a little hard to tell if you were packing up or unpacking, but considering you had hired him to mount something he was going to safely assume you were moving in. “Yeah I haven’t updated that photo since I turned 19. I should probably change it so people don’t think they’re being catfished by their handyman huh?” His lips turn up at the edges, giving you a charming smile as he teasingly points out your earlier gawking.

Your hands feel clammy already, bringing them down to wipe on your jeans when he looks away once more. There’s a small tingling of nerves coursing through you right now, feeling like an awkward teen who didn’t know how to talk to boys because you definitely weren’t expecting to talk to a guy who looked like him today. You were mentally prepared to have to make small talk with a middle aged man or even an awkward 18 year old while they did their job. But instead you’re trying not to fumble over your words as one of the most attractive men you’ve seen walks through your apartment. The only thing you were grateful for was the fact that you had actually bothered to get yourself ready today, looking presentable enough to not feel like a hot mess.

“Is this the TV?” he asks, pointing at the flatscreen face down on your couch. He sets the tool bag down on the floor, inching closer as he inspects the back panel.

“Yeah, I’m thinking of putting it up there. Just ignore all the holes I made. I clearly don’t know what I’m doing.” He looks at the wall you’re pointing at, approaching it to inspect the damage you caused. His fingers prod at the holes you left, laughing under his breath when he sees how sporadic they are. He can trace your train of thought as you did this damage, seeing the differing widths where you had clearly lost control of the drill. It’s a little amusing to him.

You can only observe as he steps back a bit before he’s bringing his knuckles onto the wall and tapping against it, going down a few inches until he’s nodding to himself.

“I’ll patch the holes up for you, it's no big deal. I am gonna have to move your spot over a bit though if that’s okay. That television seems pretty heavy so I’m gonna need to mount it on the studs to prevent it from falling down.”

“Oh, uh yeah that’s fine. Did you need me to help you with anything?” You’re not exactly sure what to do, always used to your father helping you out and whenever he did he typically put you in charge of handing him tools or aiming the flashlight at something.

“No.” He smiles, already reaching for his tool bag to grab what he needs. “It shouldn’t take me too long. You can just act like I’m not even here.”

Well, that would be impossible for you to do. Especially when he starts to take off his jacket, slowly revealing the dark ink on both of his arms, hidden under the folded sleeves of his white shirt and creeping onto his hands. They’re bold against his skin, only small slivers in between each piece, primarily black work with a few splashes of color that can be seen on his shoulders through the thin material of his shirt.

“Or you can stand and watch too.” Jungkook chuckles as he looks back at you, seeing the way you’re standing there still looking at his arms, subtly flexing his muscles before shrugging as he faces the wall and makes a few markings. “I don’t mind.”

You freeze for a moment, mind scrambling as you think of what to say considering this is the second time you’ve been caught ogling at him. He clearly finds it entertaining, the smile on his face growing as he glances back again and sees the way you twist around on your heels and try to find something to do, settling on continuing to unpack some more boxes. He takes the time to ogle at you too now that your back is turned, taking a very very brief second to admire how good your ass looks in those jeans before he's getting to work.

“Sorry, I’m just a little distracted today. I’ll let you do your thing,” you mumble, cursing as you occupy yourself once more. You’re expecting him to just ignore you now, continue his job as you start pulling out more of your kitchen necessities, already hearing soft scraping on your wall as he works to patch over the holes you made.

“So I’m guessing you just moved in?” he wonders, his voice steady in the air as he focuses on his work, not looking back at you and you’re thankful for it because it’s easier for you to speak to him when he isn’t making direct eye contact.

“Yeah,” you sigh, hauling the box over to your kitchen area and beginning to organize your spices. “I moved in a few days ago, still trying to get settled so I haven’t been able to see much of the city. It’s warmer here than what I’m used to, so it’s nice.”

“Oh, so you’re new here entirely! Well, welcome. Maybe I’m a little biased but it’s pretty great here, especially when you’re living central to the city. Plenty of good food spots nearby, decent bars along the main strip and a few good clubs if that’s your scene. It does get hot as hell here though, so you better guard that AC unit you have with your life.” He walks back to the couch now, attaching the back of the mount onto your television properly as he looks up at you before flicking his thumb to the AC unit perched under your window. “If it ever breaks though, call me. Can’t have you roasting in here.”

You’re shutting your cabinet when you turn to face him fully, and maybe it’s your wishful thinking talking but you swear you see some kind of hope etched onto his features. You can practically hear your bestfriend now screaming in your ear to make a move, a small move even, something to show him you’re just the tiniest bit interested in him. It's way out of your element to shoot your shot, but you tell yourself that you’re in a new city so maybe it’s time for a new mentality.

“I definitely will. Is the number you called from earlier yours?”

He shakes his head, only averting his eyes as he finishes the final screw on the back panel. “No, that was an in-app number from Handy,” he snorts as he says the app name, eyes looking back at you when he hears you laughing too. “I can give you my number though. It’s way easier than contacting me through that app anyways.”

His gaze drifts back to you, a small tilt to his head as he patiently waits for you to confirm that you actually want his number, his charming smile coming back when you realize what he’s waiting for and quickly pull your phone out. He recites his number slowly for you, something you’re thankful for as your hands tremble slightly as you input it, filling out his contact before locking your phone entirely.

“There, now you can call me or send me a text if anything breaks down, if you just want someone to show you around the city, or if you need some help leveling that crooked ass shelf over there.” You’re too busy nodding along with a dumb smile to realize what he threw in the end, the gears turning in your head as you stare at the shelf he’s talking about—the same exact one you were oh so proud of hanging yourself.

“Hey, I did that myself—“

“Yeah, I can tell,” he laughs heartily, nose scrunching up as he does. “Looks great though, maybe you should leave it. It gives your place character.”

You can only roll your eyes, playfully swatting your hand at him as you turn to continue sorting through the box. “Let’s see how well you mount that TV and maybe I’ll hire you again.”

Jungkook picks up his own drill, finger pressing down onto the trigger twice as he gives a quick salute, lip piercing glimmering as he smiles at you. “I won’t let you down.”

True to his word, he finishes pretty quickly, hanging up your television perfectly, telling you that it was securely bolted onto the wall and could hold way more weight than the television—something he tries to prove as he attempts to hang off of it and you’re having to urge him not to.

“I’ll take your word for it Jungkook,” you laugh, watching as he packs his things up into his tool bag once more. “Okay, how much do I owe you?”

Jungkook purses his lips for a moment, eyes flickering from the television back to you as he smiles once more. “Nothing, consider it a housewarming gift.” Even as you try to fight him on it, he’s shaking his head, already making his way to your front door to leave. “Really though, call me to fix that shelf.”

He cackles when you narrow your eyes at him, opening the door for him as you crack a smile. “If my television doesn’t fall off the wall I’ll shoot you a text.”

He walks backwards, an endeared smile on his lips as he nods slowly, eyes staring directly into yours while he rakes his hair back. “I’ll be waiting. Have a good night!” With a final wave he’s spinning around and making his way down your hallway, the thumping of his boots fading away as you shut the door behind him.

Maybe there are a few other things in your new place that need fixing.

“Okay so why haven’t you text him yet?” Seulgi questions over the phone, fumbling over facetime while she does her makeup before work.

“Because what if he was just being friendly?”

“Then you make a new friend in a new city. Doesn’t seem like the worst option.”

You groan as you apply your own makeup, staring at your reflection in your mirror with a pout on your lips. “I don’t wanna just be his friend. He’s hot.”

“If he’s the one who offered to show you around the city then I think he’s somewhat interested. You said he didn’t charge you so I don’t think he was doing it as customer service. Just text him! Worse case scenario, he really was just being friendly, but at least you gave it a shot.”

Yeah, that didn’t seem too bad. A quick text was easy, allowing you to keep your dignity if he rejected you. Really, what do you have to lose?

Turns out the worst case scenario is worse than you imagined, staring at the growing bubbles on your text thread that only consisted of you texting him. It truly did start as a quick thank you for him helping you, something that you stared at for a few days with a weird feeling brewing in your stomach. That’s when your dignity started to chip away, double texting with a random question about something in your apartment. That was followed by a brief moment of desperation when you pretended something else at your apartment needed fixing. And finally, two weeks later was the breaking point when you sent an annoyed text saying the least he could do was text back—something you instantly regretted the moment you sent it.

But it’s not like it mattered, he didn’t respond to that either anyways.

So now all you can do is glare at the stupid thread of messages. They were taunting you, the grey text stating they were delivered mocking you in the bottom corner. All you hoped for now was for your AC unit to never actually break down.

It’s a little annoying how hard it was for you to push it aside, your brain stuck on a boy you met so briefly, someone you literally didn’t even know existed until a few weeks ago. But still, you try your hardest to forget the encounter, busying yourself with work and attempting to make new friendships here. Luckily once you’re fully settled into your place, it works, no longer having to stare at the television he mounted thanks to your work hours consuming you once more.

Soon enough you’re not even thinking of the tatted up handyman, the message thread slowly becoming buried in your inbox. A month goes by before you’re thinking about him again, and not because you’re watching TV or something in your place broke, but because while you’re dancing in some nearby club with your coworkers, through the flashing strobes of lights you swear you see someone walk by who looks just like him. You blame the trick of the light or the alcohol settling into your bloodstream, turning back to speak to your coworker as she starts to dance behind you while you both walk to the bar.

“I’m buying this round!” Sana shouts into your ear, giggling when you nod in confirmation, allowing her to slip around you so she’s standing directly in front of the bar.

You have what's left of the remaining drink in your hand, black straw bit between your teeth as you take a good look at the club you were at. It’s one of the many clubs scrawled down the main strip near your place, the atmosphere thrumming from a Saturday night, people coming and going so frequently there was just enough space for everyone to dance around. The rest of your coworkers are huddled at the far right, still nursing their own drinks as they goof around. This was their way of welcoming you to their hometown, showing you a fun night out without thinking of work, wanting to cross the line from coworkers into friendship so you wouldn’t feel as lonely in a new place, and you’re thankful for it. It was definitely nice to have a moment outside of your home or job with a group of your own, it made you feel like you had a place here.

“So, do you need me to be a wing-woman tonight or is this just a chill and dance kinda night? ‘Cause there’s a few cute guys here.” Sana plucks the cup out of your hand before replacing it with a new drink, a pink concoction that tastes strong despite its cute appearance.

There are a few cute guys here, but they all seemed a little preoccupied shooting their shots with other people, so you’re fine with just people watching the rest of the night. “I think they’re all busy,” you laugh, taking a slow sip of your drink, feeling the strong kick of the alcohol settling onto your tongue.

“That ones not,” she mumbles, a manicured finger coming up to shamelessly point to the man in question. As you follow it through, you catch the eyes of the same guy you swore looked like Jungkook—realizing very quickly that it was in fact Jungkook.

A flash of all of the texts you had sent him plays in your mind, embarrassment flooding your senses as you quickly turn away and attempt to hide yourself. You know he’s spotted you, but you hope your body language is enough to get him to not approach you.

“Oop, throw me a signal if you need me to save you,” she whispers, slipping through the crowd before you have a chance to understand what she meant by that. Once you realize she’s abandoned you, a soft tap to your shoulder has you tensing up.

You’re positive the look of shock is clear on your face as you turn around, wide eyes staring at Jungkook as he looks down at you with a warm smile. “I knew it was you!” He sounds cheerful as he says it, having to inch closer to you to speak through the noise of the club, but the smile remains on his face as he leans back.

For a brief moment irritation flares up inside of you, wondering just what kind of balls he must have to be leaving you on delivered for weeks and still be able to face you like this. He clearly doesn’t have any shame, casually leaning against the bar while he eyes your drink with curiosity. You hate the way your stomach flips under his gaze, finding it extremely difficult to get your brain to stop thinking about how attractive he is. It should be criminal to look that good in such a simple outfit, short black sleeves cuffed up on his bicep, allowing you to see his tattoos once more, something he very clearly sees you doing again.

“So did your TV rip off your wall?”

“What?” You finally find your voice, brows pinching on your forehead as you stare at him in disbelief.

“I’m kind of hoping it did. It’ll soothe my ego to know that's why you haven’t text me yet. I meant to get your number too but I got a little nervous and blanked,” he starts to ramble, eyes looking away as he nervously rubs the back of his neck, completely missing the way you seem to grow more irritated.

“I did text you.” He looks back at you when he notices your tone, seeing the way you cross your arms on your chest, eyes looking directly at him.

“What?” Jungkook pulls his phone out now, quickly opening up his messages and scrolling through them all, not once finding an unknown number that messaged him. “I never got anything.”

A small scoff escapes you as you laugh, pulling your own phone out and sorting through your messages. The glow of your device lights up his face as you show them to him, allowing him to see the green bubbles of shame filling the screen. The confusion is evident on his face now, a pout on his lips as he stares at the screen, reading his contact name before he’s reaching up with his finger and tapping on it to get all of the information. That’s when he smiles.

“It’s 6178, not 6179. Also, I’m offended that you think I have an android.” He’s tapping away on your screen, taking it upon himself to edit his contact to the correct number before reading the skew of messages you thought you sent him. “Did you think I was ghosting you?”

You’re snatching your phone back instantly, locking the device and putting it away as if that’ll somehow erase his memory of reading your shameless texts. “I mean, yeah…” your voice trails off slightly, the earlier annoyance you had melting away until all that was left was the same embarrassment from earlier. Now you’re just hoping whoever was receiving those texts would continue to act like they never got them.

“Cute,” he mumbles, eyes crinkling up as his smile widens. “But for the record, I would never. My offer still stands for showing you around the city if you’d like though. And I also think you sort of owe me for thinking I ghosted you.”

“Can I just buy you a drink and we act like this never happened?” you groan, closing your eyes and praying the floor will swallow you up.

“Oh definitely not,” he laughs, clearly enjoying the pain you’re going through. “What you can do is give me your number, I need to make sure I actually receive your sweet passive aggressive texts.” He pulls his own phone out and opens up a new contact page before handing it over, an amused smile on his lips when you grab the device and slowly input your number, seeing the way you double check each digit.

When you hand it back he taps on it, bringing it up to his ear as your phone starts to buzz in your pocket. His name fills your screen, correctly changed to be his actual number, and as you give him a glance it's clear he wants you to answer so you entertain it.

“Hello,” you speak into the microphone, eyes looking directly at him.

“Just had to make sure this time. Can’t have you thinking I’m ghosting you again.” His cheeky personality has been evident since your first interaction and if you hadn’t noticed it then you definitely notice it now, smiling at him when he winks before hanging up the call and putting his phone away. “I’ll let you enjoy your girl’s night but I will be blowing up your phone tomorrow to make up for lost time. I’m glad I saw you tonight though.”

“Yeah, me too,” you manage to utter out, waving back slowly as he waves with that cute bunny smile on his face, turning around and making his way back to whatever group of friends he came with. Right as he leaves Sana and the rest of the girls creep by your side, already bombarding you with questions.

“Okay who was that?” Sana squeals, inching closer to you.

“And why the hell did he leave?” Chaeyoung butts in, wiggling right next to Sana.

“Some guy I met a few weeks ago.”

“And? Are you gonna see him again?” It's Jihyo’s turn now, all of them invested in your small interaction.

You look back in the direction you saw Jungkook walk off in, meeting his gaze across the club and smiling his way. “Yeah, I am.”

The plastic bags in your hands rustle around as you dig for your keys, balancing your phone between your ears as you speak to Seulgi to give her a rundown on your week like you do every week. “Jesus, what are you doing?” she laughs out, hearing you grunt in annoyance as you dig around in your bag until you finally find your key.

“I lose my key every time,” you huff as you unlock the door and shut it behind you, making a beeline to your fridge to stuff the ice creams you just bought into the freezer. The weather had skyrocketed into the 90’s the past week, getting higher each day, leaving you feeling gross from the walk from your car into your air conditioned apartment.

“Anyways, you managed to change the topic earlier, but why haven’t you set up a day to see Mr.Handyman?”

You put her on speaker, setting your phone down on the counter as you quickly unwrap one of the oreo ice creams, stalling her question as you suck on the corner of it. Jungkook had definitely stayed true to his word, texting you the morning after he saw you at the club to make sure you got home safely and casual conversation flowed easily after that. He was equal parts flirty and playful through text, never once making you feel like you were the only one putting effort into the conversation.

“He’s tried, trust me. I’m just busy with work—“

“Oh bullshit.”

“It’s true!” you whine, taking a bite of your ice cream. “He is too though. It’s just been hard to align our schedules.” Being new at your job has made you feel like you have to prove yourself, offering to stay past your scheduled hours, dealing with things even while off the clock. Jungkook’s schedule was just as sporadic, changing depending on what project he was working on plus any side projects he accepted in between.

“You’re just not trying hard enough. What’s stopping you from hitting him up right now and hanging out?”

You stop at her words, slowly glancing back down at your phone, thankful that she couldn’t see the way your mind is scrambling for an excuse. “It’s a Friday night, he probably has plans already.”

“Okay but what if he doesn’t? You’re literally cockblocking yourself right now!” You gasp instantly, mouth gaping open as you try to find something to say but she beats you to the punch. “I think you deserve to have some casual fun with this hot handyman. It’s like something straight out of a porno.”

She continues to ramble on as you pick the phone back up and walk to your living room, plopping down onto your couch right in the line of the air conditioning. Your skin flares with goosebumps instantly as you lay your head back onto the cushions, continuing to suck on your ice cream with your eyes shut.

“Why are you so hell bent on me fucking him,” you snort.

“You’re the one that said you didn’t want to just be his friend. Are you suddenly interested in dating him?”

“God no, I don’t even know him!”

“Exactly! Look, I know casual hook ups aren’t your thing but you’re in a new city, you’re hot as hell, you gotta spread your wings, and honestly you need some dick in your life.” At your silence she sighs and you can already picture her messing with the ends of her hair as she thinks of what to say. “Just call him up.”

As you gently bite into your softening ice cream you decide she’s right. He’s made it pretty clear he’s interested in you, trying to work around whatever schedule problems you have, you’re the one that’s been making it a little difficult, using your fear of the unknown to block any plans he attempts to make. The balls in your court and you know if you don’t take a chance you’ll regret it later.

“Fine, you’re right. I’ll call him right now.” You try not to smile when she cheers over the line, quickly saying your goodbyes. The second your phone is in front of you again, you feel the nerves creeping up your spine, hands going clammy as you go through your messages, easily finding Jungkook’s thread of messages thanks to his habit of sending you funny tiktoks to start your morning off on a good note.

With a deep breath you’re clicking his name and starting a call, legs bouncing as you hear the line ringing, secretly hoping he was too busy to answer so you could at least say you tried.

Unbeknownst to you, Jungkook is currently busy. The bustle of laughter surrounds him as he’s sat around a table at a restaurant, his friends being rowdy like they always were, his attention being pulled away when he feels his phone vibrating in his pocket. As he pulls it out, seeing your name illuminating the screen, he nearly rams his knee into the table with how fast he gets up and absolutely scurries out of the restaurant.

“Hey Y/N.” He clears his throat right after, taking a glance through the window and seeing his friends looking right at him with curious faces, Taehyung throwing him a middle finger just to laugh when he throws it right back.

“Hey, sorry, are you busy?” Your voice sounds a little unsure, some rustling heard as you fidget around on your couch.

“Nope,” Jungkook lies, smiling wide as he shoves his hand into his pocket and leans back against the wall. “I’m all yours. What’s up? Did your TV finally rip off your drywall?”

That makes you giggle, cheeks warming up at how casually he says it, calming the initial nerves you felt. “Why, do you have a warranty for that?”

Jungkook hums as he looks up, his smile hurting his cheeks. “Of course I do. Satisfaction is guaranteed. I’d have to go out of my way to make it right if something wasn’t up to the Jungkook standard.”

You glance up at your television, seriously debating if you should loosen a screw or two just to give him a reason to come make it right. “Unfortunately everything is still fully intact.”

“Unfortunately?” he laughs out, nose scrunching up as he does. “I know you like to keep me humble, but if you’re trying to see me all you have to do is ask.” Jungkook really needed you to ask, it was taking all of his self control to not be his usual self and pursue you the way he normally does. He could tell you were nervous, and the last thing he wanted was to scare you off with his usual tactics, but he could also tell you were at least a little interested in him. Why else would you be calling him late on a Friday night?

“That’s actually why I called. I was wondering…” you trail off softly, bringing your knees up as you bundle into yourself on your sofa, “if you wanted to hang out? I had a stressful day at work and just wanna get my mind off of it.”

Jungkook bites back a smile as you start to ramble on, only allowing you to continue for another moment before he’s cutting in. “Well I’m the perfect person to call for that. I can pick you up in 20 if that's okay?”

You freeze in your spot, not at all expecting him to agree so easily, let alone be willing to pick you up in twenty minutes. “Yeah, that's fine!” You’re getting up instantly, running across your apartment towards your room to freshen yourself up.

“See you soon,” Jungkook sings out, ending the call and walking back into the restaurant with a pep in his step. As he approaches the table with his friends, they’re all staring at him, already eating their food with guilty looks on their faces.

“We tried to wait for you but we’re starving,” Jimin mumbles out, still chewing his food. “Sit down, Yoongi’s on grill duty.”

“I actually have to go. Got a last minute job right now. Duty calls.” He’s already reaching around to say his goodbyes, missing the way Taehyung snorts at his lame excuse.

“Duty calls. Have fun getting laid, Jeon.”

“Shut the fuck up,” he laughs, pushing his head away when he reaches him. “I’ll see you guys later.”

In the time it takes him to get to your place you’ve already changed twice, had a small breakdown over your hair not cooperating, and had enough time to spare for you to sit on the edge of your couch to overthink everything. You had just called him up late on a Friday night, basically saying you needed to destress. That was essentially you asking him loud and clear to bang. Right? Seulgi was right, you were in a new city and you needed some new dick in your life. And like Jungkook said, he was apparently the perfect one to call for that.

Oh god, is that a red flag?

You don’t have time to panic over this new realization, a sudden knock on your door making you jump from your position, hands quickly adjusting your hair as you get up. With a small breath, and a count to three, you’re opening up the door to reveal Jungkook’s smiling face. He looks good, amazingly good actually. A loose Supreme baseball top drapes off his shoulders, sleeves reaching his elbows, showing off the tattoos you’ve come to appreciate as well as an array of silver bracelets on his wrists. The black cargo pants and platform sneakers he has on differ greatly from the slightly stained pants and boots he uses for work, letting you see more of his personal style.

“I’m here to save the day.” The corner of his lip pulls up in a smirk, hands tucked into his pockets as he shrugs, looking oh so proud that you had called him for this favor. “What are the vibes for tonight? You wanna destress right?”

You’re still standing by your door, partially listening and partially having an inner debate on when you’re supposed to invite him in. Was this just formal small talk before everything kicks into action? You’ve never been the one to initiate a casual hookup—or a booty call because this is what it feels like—so all you can do is nod to his question with a small look of uncertainty.

“I know just the place. They close really late so we’ll have plenty of time. Are you ready to go?” His face looks genuinely excited, softly rocking on his feet as he gives you an expectant smile, only getting wider when he sees you step further into your place to grab your bag.

“Yeah, I’m ready.” This was definitely not what you were expecting at all, the earlier panic slowly ebbing away as you exit your place, fizzing into excitement as you settle into your elevator with Jungkook by your side.

You can see his smile reflected in the doors, his eyes focused on your own reflection as he gently nudges your shoulder. “You look really pretty by the way.”

“Thank you,” you mumble, looking down at the floor to avoid his eyes in the slightly warped reflection. “So where are we going?”

Jungkook remains tightlipped the entire way to this secret location, deflecting your question by raising the volume once you get inside his car, laughing as he sees you roll your eyes when he repeats to just trust him. He was truthfully a little nervous bringing you here, not exactly sure if this was your way of destressing, and it only gets worse when he pulls into an empty looking lot and you’re shifting in your seat.

“It’s over there.” He points across the way, in between a few shops that are now closed is an illuminated sign, windows showing a few people inside. He knows if he hadn’t said anything you’d think he had just taken you to an empty lot to be a pervert.

“Does that say Rage Room?” You’re laughing under your breath, turning back to look at him and seeing the first hint of doubt clouding his eyes.

“Yeah, I mean there’s a few other spots we can go to also if this isn’t up your alley. But I figured we could have some fun there. They actually have Rage Paint nights on Fridays so I think it’ll be nice to let out some steam, get a nice painting out of it and get something to eat after?” He’s fiddling with his steering wheel, engine still running and ready to take off if you said this was a bust.

You can’t stop the smile from spreading onto your face, caught completely off guard from how casually sentimental this was. You barely know Jungkook, and for him to suggest something like this in hopes of making your night go a little better had you practically melting in your seat. “Jungkook, that sounds like an amazing time. Let’s go!”

His smile matches yours when he hears the genuine excitement lacing your tone, killing the engine instantly and beginning to ramble about how often he visits this place on his own. He’s done the actual rage rooms a few times but he preferred the paint themed nights, loving being able to take something back with him after it was all said and done.

“So, what are the rules?” you question, slowly suiting up in the room the staff had led you into. It's a private room just for the two of you, splatters of paint covering the wall, different size canvases placed in the corner and an array of paints for you to choose from. Music plays throughout the speakers in here, some playlist Jungkook had made and hooked up, soft songs that weren’t too distracting for you.

“There isn’t any.” He shrugs as he zips up the blue plastic suit, a smile still on his face as he stares at you. “You can use some of those paint brushes to start it off but I sort of prefer to just use my hands.” He brings his hands up to wiggle his fingers, laughing when you do the same.

“Okay, should I use the goggles too?”

“Yeah, I got paint in my eye once and it sucked so definitely use them.” He grabs a pair off the small table at the back, loosening the straps before he’s turning back to you and helping you slip them on, gently pulling your hair out of the way and throwing you a thumbs up to check if they were comfortable.

You’re almost positive you look like a deer caught in headlights right now, the small actions he’s done so far making your heart skip and tumble in your chest, needing to snap out of it to give him a thumbs up in response. With a slow breath you’re turning to look at the paint options, scanning them each until you decide on a color palette.

Jungkook watches on with an endeared smile as you gather your little pots of paint, carrying them back to the other wall with your canvas of choice. He joins you shortly, his own options laid out in front of him in order, bright neon hues a drastic difference to your muted pastels.

“Ready?” His nose is scrunched up as he adjusts his own goggles, fingers ready to dip into his paint. You’re straightening out your canvas on the nails it's hung on before crouching down and scooping up some pink paint with a wide smile.

“Ready.”

You’re a little hesitant when you fling the first bit of paint onto the canvas, seeing the way it splatters out onto the white and analyzing the way the neon blue hits Jungkook’s canvas, quickly followed by another splatter of red.

“Don’t think about it.” His voice brings you out of your observation, more splatters of paint hitting his canvas as he turns to look at you, a speck of red on the corner of his goggles. “It doesn’t have to mean anything, just do whatever feels right.” He gives you another encouraging look, eyes lighting up when you nod and reach for more paint. He resumes his own painting when you fall into the motion, the sound of paint splattering mixing in with your soft laughs and the gentle music.

Jungkook was right about this being the best way to destress. There was something therapeutic about it, something so carefree, looking as silly as you do, cheeks hurting from how hard you’re smiling. Pretty soon your canvases barely show any white, your laughter only getting louder when Jungkook accidentally flings paint your way, having it splatter on your shoulder and onto your cheek. He pauses instantly, laughing as he gets closer to you, instinctually trying to wipe it away only to make an even bigger mess on your cheek. Neon smears cover your cheek, matching the hues on his thumb, and it's only fair for you to do the same.

Jungkook gasps as you bring your own hand up, swiping two fingers of pink and yellow on his cheek to leave your own marking. “Now we’re even.”

His laugh fills the room as he stares down at you, the close proximity having you look directly up at him, eyes bouncing from his own to the marks on his cheek down to his lips and back. Jungkook can tell you want him to kiss you, can pick up on the way you shift on your feet, how you subtly lick your lips, eyes in a daze behind your goggles. He wants you to make the first move, inching forward just the slightest bit and smirking when you gasp gently.

The dreamy sounds of Over the Moon by the Marías play in the background, your heart slowing down its racing as you think of your next move. A soft mantra starts in the back of your head, chanting “you have nothing to lose” until everything else clears from your mind and you’re leaning up. Jungkook’s eyes flutter shut instantly, trying so hard not to smile too wide as he feels your hands glide up his front until you’re gently resting them on his chest before your lips are meeting.

That first move was all he needed, his own paint covered hands reaching forward to pull you closer, clearly not caring about covering you in more bright colors as he gently cups your face. You fall into the motion with ease, lips moving together in a slow dance that had your skin tingling. There was something pure about it, the shared gasps and smacks of your lips, teasing feeling of his tongue tickling yours with no rush to deepen it, perfectly content exactly the way it was.

You’re pulling away first, catching your breath as your nose nudges against his, goggles tapping against one another and breaking the moment as you both start to laugh.

“I made another masterpiece on your face.” You can faintly see it in the reflection of his goggles, lining your cheek and jaw. “I think you should just keep it. It looks abstract.”

“Oh yeah?” you laugh, tapping his own markings on his cheek. “Are you planning on grabbing food after this somewhere completely dark? ‘Cause I’m not so sure this is a good public look for me.”

He sighs playfully, hands gently playing with the zipper of your blue suit. “I guess you’re right. I think we need to document ourselves with our masterpieces first though.” He’s taking off his goggles before you can respond, walking across the room to set up his phone to capture the moment perfectly before coming back to you. It's easy to see just how comfortable Jungkook is with himself and seemingly in any situation, easily posing with you until you’re both laughing as you look over the pictures he had taken.

That light feeling in your chest lingers through the rest of the night, the earlier nerves you felt long gone as you sit around your dining table, conversation flowing like second nature while you eat. Both your paintings are perched against your wall to dry properly, the matching hues of paint still lingering slightly on your faces.

“So how are you adjusting here?” Jungkook’s eyes stare directly into you, genuinely curious, a smile on his lips as he waits for your response

You take the final bite of the tacos Jungkook had gotten for you, swearing they were the best street tacos money could buy and he was right. “Pretty well,” you mumble out after swallowing. “I still have moments where I forget I’m here and not back at home so that’s a little weird.”

“Is there a reason you decided to move out here?” He finishes up his own food now, leaning back into the dining chair.

“Honestly, it was sort of a spur of the moment decision. I felt a little stuck in my hometown and it was starting to feel like my life was running on autopilot, so when my company opened up a few positions here I decided to request a transfer on a whim. I don’t even think I realized what I had done until I was packing up my things and saying bye to everyone.”

“You didn’t have anything holding you back there?” Jungkook asks this question carefully, wanting to make sure he wasn’t crossing some line by wanting to know more, not wanting to push you to dive into a potentially deeper subject. You really don’t seem to mind though, taking a moment to process what he was asking as you lean your elbow on your table.

“No, I guess I didn’t. Of course my family and best friend are still there, but those are relationships that I know won’t be affected by distance. I think I’ll always miss having them be a few minutes away from me but I’m sure it’ll be easier once I really make this place my home.”

You sigh softly, eyes looking around at your place, not enough personality covering the walls to call it your own just yet. “Anyways, what about you? Have you always lived here?”

Jungkook sits up a little taller now, nodding along with a growing smile on his lips. “Born and raised. I grew up more towards the suburbs and moved into the city once I graduated highschool and have been here ever since.”

“You didn’t have the urge to move away after highschool like everyone else does?”

He laughs lightly, shaking his head. “No, I feel like most people tend to move here more than anything. My friends are all still here, some a little further from the city than others. Have you made any friends here yet?”

“No, I’m a total loner,” you snort, holding back a laugh when you see the way his face changes instantly.

“Wait, I didn’t mean it like that—“

“I know, I’m teasing,” you laugh out. “But I’ve kind of made a few friends. They’re really coworkers so I don’t know if that fully counts. I’m not very good at putting myself out there.”

Jungkook hums in understanding, nodding along. “Really? I wouldn’t have guessed that if I’m being honest. You seem super social and outgoing in my opinion, I mean we’ve only hung out a few times—one of which I was technically hired for, and the other was an accidental run in—but you’re a very…approachable person.”

“Approachable?”

“Yeah, like, something about you just seems very welcoming. I’m sure you naturally pull people in without even trying. I mean, you’ve managed to pull me in and now we’re here eating some tacos. Am I not your friend?”

Your chin rests on your palm as you lean on the table, lips pursed in thought as flashes of the night play in your mind, the kiss making your stomach flip for just a moment before you’re coming back to reality.

“I guess we are friends.” His eyes are glued to the way you smirk, knowing exactly what you were thinking of as your eyes meet and he sends you a sly wink.

You could definitely be friends.

What did being friends with Jungkook entail?

Well, for starters it meant that the crooked shelf you hung up would finally get fixed. Jungkook honestly took it upon himself to do it, showing up with his tool box a few days later and getting right to work. When he texted you asking if you were home, you thought it would be followed with an invitation to hang out, but now that you’re staring at him—looking oh so focused as he leveled out the shelf and marked the wall with a cute little pout—you don’t really mind it.

“Jungkook, didn’t you just finish a full day of work?” you question, leaning against your counter as your eyes trail down his body. Honestly you feel like a little creep, ogling at him while his back is turned to you.

Be respectful, you tell yourself as your eyes snap back up just in time to meet his gaze as he turns to look at you.

“Yeah but I kept staring at this shelf the other night. I swear it was haunting my dreams, made me feel all itchy when I thought about it.” He shivers dramatically before gasping. “Is that a symptom of OCD?”

“Hm, sure, or you have eczema.”

He pauses with his lips pursed and a finger raised. “I actually think I might have that too. Anyways—“ he quickly drills the holes like nothing, sliding on the floating shelf perfectly level, “—your shelf is sturdy and level as hell now. You could put an egg on here and it wouldn’t go anywhere.”

You laugh at his example, joining his side and beginning to place your items back on the shelf as he puts his tools away. “Thank you Jungkook. I’d have everything falling right off my wall if it wasn’t for you.”

He stands back up now, his tool bag hooked over his shoulder as he looks down at you with a sly smile. His eyes trail down to your lips for a second, lingering slightly before meeting your gaze once more. “That’s what friends are for, right?”

He inches forward just a bit before casually walking away like nothing, a smirk on his lips as he mentally applauds himself for his willpower to not kiss you. It’s not like he didn’t want to, because god did he want to, but Jungkook just liked it when girls made the first move. There was also the added fact that he didn’t want to be the one to have you jumping into something when you were still so new to the area. You had just told him you were still attempting to make friends.

Don’t get him wrong, Jungkook liked pretty girls so much, they made his knees weak and his common sense go flying out the window—which is something his friends could vouch for in an instant—but as pretty as you are he’s not desperate enough to let his dirty little boyish mind take over his moral code just yet. Not until he gets a green light from you.

For all he knew, the kiss from the other night was a one time thing and you weren’t even thinking about him like that anymore.

Except for the fact that you were thinking about it. Constantly. On repeat in your mind like absolute torture.

It doesn’t help that his casual drop ins have become more frequent, shooting you a text to ensure you were home and free before he was swinging by with a baggie stuffed with food from places you hadn’t tried, or getting you to agree to check out cool spots nearby with the excuse that he promised to be your tour guide. Your mind is currently in a whirlwind, trying to calm it down as Jungkook once again enters your home.

“This place is the best.” He’s already rambling, clearly excited, holding a large white box in his hands, the words Solar Return stamped on the top. “I was gonna call you to see what you’d like but I was a little flustered trying to get my friend’s order too. Oh! And it’s all vegan by the way, which is kind of nice.”

He makes himself at home right away, setting the box down on your coffee table and hunkering onto the couch with complete ease. He’s wearing a simple black tee today, cuffed up sleeves taut around his biceps and black pants tight around his thighs. His work boots are the dead give away that he had just gotten off work and something about the fact that despite knowing how tired he probably is he still went out of his way to get you and his friends tasty treats makes you feel a little warm and fuzzy inside.

Jungkook does it out of the kindness of his heart, truly. Friendship meant a lot to him, always going out of his way to make sure his friends knew how much he cared about them, and if he was classifying you as a friend then you’d get the same treatment. It’s not like he was playing favorites, even if he just so happened to get you more treats than the rest.

“C’mon, sit.” He motions over to you when he notices you’re still standing by the door, seeing the endeared smile on your lips.

You do exactly that, rounding the couch and coming to sit on his right side, watching with marvel as he flips open the box and reveals an array of colorful treats. All you can do is listen with a smile as he carefully describes each of them to you, giving you a small backstory of the mom and pop owned bakery before you’re both picking up the tiny cheesecakes and taking the first bites.

“I think you’re the best person I could have showing me hidden gems of this city,” you mumble out as you chew, staring at the delicate little cheesecake with awe.

“Thank you, I meant it when I said I love this city, and getting to share some of my favorite spots with someone new is making me feel like I’m experiencing it all for the first time again.” He looks giddy as he finishes up his own treat, carefully crumbling up the parchment paper it came on.

As you finish your own and you lean back over the coffee table, ready to pick your next choice, you remember his mention of his friends. “Oh wait, don’t you have to drop off your friend’s order too?”

Jungkook shakes his head as he leans back onto your couch, melting into the cushions as the exhaustion of work begins to creep up on him. “I already did. Didn’t want to rush your first Solar Return experience, and I just wanted to see you after a long day.” That statement has you looking over at him, heat crawling up your neck as his words really settle into your skin, fighting the way your heart seems to clench as you repeat the mantra of just friends in your head.

However, your silence seems to make Jungkook stiffen, his wide eyes looking over at you for a brief second before he’s sitting straighter. “Or if you’re tired from work or something too this can totally be like a drive-by delivery!” He laughs at the end, trying to play it off like he hadn’t confidently assumed you’d be more than willing to see Jungkook after a long day of work.

He’s leaning even more forward now, hands rubbing at his knees as he contemplates standing up. “Jungkook, stop squirming,” you laugh. “You’re not my uber eats driver, I’m not expecting you to just drop off some food and leave. You also don’t have to come over just to fix something. If I’m being honest, I like the company and it’s been a while since I’ve had someone to watch trash reality tv with so sit back.” Your palm touches his chest, gently nudging him until he’s once again leaning back into your sofa.

The joy is evident on his face, even as he tries to hide it as his tongue prods along his cheek, his smile still peeking through. “Okay, what are we watching?”

“Love Island,” you chirp, reaching for your remote and clicking the right streaming service.

“As long as it’s the Australian version.”

You’re shocked as he says that, a laugh bubbling out while you find it on the screen. “Of course, the Australian version is superior.”

The both of you settle in instantly as the episode starts, easily getting roped into the couples and drama until you’ve somehow inched closer together. You don’t even realize it until Jungkook grabs your thigh as the newest bombshell steals a man, a gasp escaping him as he turns to look at you, brows pinched together and a look of utter betrayal on his features.

“I knew it, I knew she was gonna pick him because he told her he was open.” His hand is still on your thigh, not even seeming to realize it was there as he rants on.

“I mean, she did say she didn’t care if she stepped on anyone's toes,” you laugh out, enjoying how into it he is. It felt like a slice of your old normal, sitting with your friend as you watched reality tv, getting heavily invested in all of it.

“But this far into it? I don’t know if that was us in there coupled up and someone came and snatched me up I would straight up leave the show, wouldn’t you?” He’s obviously joking, the smile he wears is too playful for you to think otherwise.

“I don’t know, I’d probably stay…that prize at the end is too nice to give up.”

He removes his hand now, bringing it up to cover his mouth as he shakes his head. “Wow, that’s what I get for putting all my eggs in your basket then huh?”

You’re laughing now, gently shoving his shoulder as he joins in, the flashy outro music filling up your apartment. You take a moment to look him over, seeing his eyes crinkle up, lips spread into a smile that lets you see the adorable way his teeth jut out ever so slightly. As he licks them over, you realize you’ve been staring for too long, quickly meeting his gaze once more and seeing a small sparkle in them. It’s dangerous. Too much silence and sneaky glances are dangerous, so you break it, looking away momentarily as you clear your throat.

“How was work?” It’s a lame conversation starter, but you’re genuinely interested. Jungkook can only laugh under his breath as he sees the way you fiddle with the seam of the couch cushion, still feeling the warmth of your thigh from your position beside him. He briefly contemplates placing his hand back on it, a small part of him knowing he’d enjoy the way you’d jump at a sudden touch like that, but he stops himself.

“Work was good. I’m surrounded by super hot babes all day long.” His eyes are locked onto yours as he says this, smirking when your head whips around to look at him with a wide gaze.

“Oh?”

He laughs at your small response, sinking back into the cushions as he nods. “They’re the biggest distraction if I’m being honest. Constantly asking me if I’m thirsty, offering me protein bars, begging me to join in on their bingo games. I’m super popular I guess.”

Protein bars and bingo games?

“That’s…an interesting way to flirt?”

“Really?” he muses, frowning slightly. “Seems like the exact way I’d expect 80 year old grandmas to flirt.”

That's when you crack a smile, rolling your eyes as you turn slightly to stare at him. Your thighs move from his and he already misses the feeling, but somehow you seem closer now. Your left leg curls under you, sitting sideways on the couch as you rest your arm on the back cushion and lean into him just an inch. “How does it feel being such a hot commodity?”

“Pretty good. I don’t think I’ve ever been called handsome so much in my life. I just have to walk by them while holding something heavy for them to tell me I’m so strong. It’s a great ego boost.” His eyebrows raise up in pride, a smug little smile on his lips that you copy.

“Are you admitting you have a thing for grandmas?”

His laugh is boisterous, making the cushion shake as his shoulders move. “No, I’m just a weak weak man for anyone who calls me handsome.” It’s almost comical how he peers back over at you, lips pursed out as his eyes give you a playful look, mentally begging you to play along and call him handsome too.

You hum along in realization, cheeks pushing out as you grin. “That's a shame. I wonder how you manage to get any work done when you’re being called handsome left and right.”

“Would you agree?” He’s being pushy now, but shamelessly so.

“Agree with what?” You’re teasing, knowing exactly what he wants to hear, but it's fun seeing his face scrunch up as he fights the urge to just tell you. “With you being handsome?”

He seems to contemplate it now that you said it out in the open, gaze analyzing your face before falling on your lips and seeing the slight tug of a smile. Finally, he nods, sitting up a little straighter as he leans closer.

You’ve only ever seen Jungkook this close the night in the Rage Room, right before kissing him. But now that you don’t have those goggles blocking your view, you realize how intense his stare really is. It’s different from the regular look he wears as he talks about nonsense, the usual light is gone, slightly hooded as trouble swirls in them.

“Yeah,” you start, a little breathless as you whisper it. The light heartedness from earlier has dissipated, and you’re not entirely sure when that happened, how you got so close to him in the first place. “You’re handsome Jungkook.”

His eyes flutter shut at the compliment. He meant what he said earlier, he was weak, oh so weak. It didn’t matter that he practically begged for the compliment, it didn’t change the way warmth spread through him as it tumbled out of your lips.

You're friends he tells himself as he opens his eyes back up and stares at your lips. You’re friends his mind repeats as he inches even closer, stopping to give you a chance to give him a sign that his advances weren’t welcomed.

You don’t though, meeting his gaze as he looks back up at you, a slight tilt to his head almost as if he’s asking you if this is okay. When you finally nod, Jungkook breaks the small rule he has, choosing to make the first move as he closes the gap between you.

You’re friends.

The tiny voice shuts up the second your lips meet, gentle pressure to test the waters, slowly deepening when you kiss him back. You briefly wonder if he can hear how hard your heart is beating, feeling it thrumming in your ears, rattling in your chest at the quick turn of events. If he can’t hear it, surely he can feel it, especially as his hand travels up toward your neck. His touch is gentle, fingers caressing the skin beneath your jaw, feeling the rhythmic beat of your pulse against his fingertips.

A soft sigh escapes you as you pull away briefly, escaping his lips for just a second before he’s tilting his head and licking his way back into your mouth. Your fingers clench in your fist when his tongue traces along yours, a teasing motion that sends a shiver down your spine, leaves you melting as you give in and let your fingers glide into his long hair.

Jungkook seems to like that, groaning into your mouth when you rake your nails against his scalp, pushing into you as he starts to guide you back, fully intent on continuing to ravish you on your couch.

Until a familiar sound pierces the air.

You think you’re imagining it, hands still holding Jungkook close as your back finally meets the cushion, feeling him hovering over you. But at the second ring his mouth stills against yours, finally pulling away when he realizes the sound is coming from his pocket.

Your eyes blink open, seeing the disheveled mess of his hair, his lips swollen and shiny as he pouts before reaching into his pocket. This point of view wasn’t so bad, your mind still hazy as your thoughts begin to wander to other salacious scenarios you could see him like this in.

“Sorry, let me answer this.” His face is apologetic as he swipes the facetime call, not bothering to make himself look decent as he scowls at the screen. “I’m busy, Jimin.”

His phone is quiet for a second until a loud laugh rips through, his friend snickering when he gets a look at him. “Jesus, you look freshly fucked. I can see Yoongi paid you for the treats with some action.”

Your head tilts slightly, not familiar with any of Jungkook’s friend’s, but the way he snorts has a smile spreading on your lips. Your lips are swollen now, feeling tender as you bite down on them when he laughs.

“Jimin, shut the hell up.” Jungkook couldn’t deal with Jimin’s dumb jokes right now, not when he could feel the pressure of his cock pressing against his jeans. Jimin’s lucky that Jungkook loves his friends, putting up with their cockblocking antics in the off chance that they needed help. “Did you need something? I was in the middle of something important.”

His eyes flick over to your face momentarily and the brief eye contact has warmth spreading through you again.

Jimin cackles once more. “Hm, I can see that. But I do need a favor…like tonight.”Jungkook just grunts, mentally urging him to just spill it. “I need your truck. I gotta pick something up and it doesn’t fit in my stupid car.” Jimin sounds so carefree, not an ounce of shame at interrupting something Jungkook knows would’ve been amazing. All for his truck.

“Yes. I’ll call you back in a bit.”

He doesn’t wait for a response before he’s ending the call, locking his phone and letting his hand drop down onto the couch. The earlier tension is still felt in the air, tingling against his skin, leaving his fingers fidgeting as he briefly debates ignoring his friend. You just look so tempting in front of him, eyes a little dazed, hair messed up, lips perfectly pouty. It makes him want to dive back in, cage you beneath him and kiss you until he is breathless.

His phone dings again in his grasp.

Jimin 8:48pm : you better not prioritize getting your dick wet over helping your friend!! 😇

He would in fact be punching Jimin when he saw him later.

“You’re a good friend aren’t you?” You break the silence first, fully sitting up, a slight giddiness in your tone.

“It’s my fatal flaw.” He shuts his eyes for a second, trying to urge his boner away, knowing staring at you would only make it worse. Then he hears your laugh and it doesn’t help so he figures it’s a lost cause and looks at you once more.

“Oh definitely, such a red flag.” Your foot playfully nudges his thigh, smiling wide when he laughs, his palm wrapping around your ankle and tugging you further. A small squeal escapes you as you’re dragged onto your back, feeling him crawl back over you, slotting his lips between yours before you can take a breath in.

His phone dings again, his fists clenching together as he groans against your lips.

“Okay, you should go before he blows up your phone,” you murmur against him, giving him another kiss, feeling the hoop around his lip against your skin.

“You’re right. I wouldn’t put it past him to track me down honestly.” Very reluctantly he pulls back, standing up from the couch with a bashful face as he tries to discreetly adjust himself.

You laugh as you look away, standing up and walking towards the door. “I’ll see you later then?” It’s a hopeful question, one he answers with a quick nod.

He follows you with a slight drag of his feet and a playful pout on his lips, but his usual smile returns when he sees that your mood hasn’t dampened despite his abrupt departure, a sweet smile still on your lips as you open the door for him.

“Of course. I’ll be back to hang up those picture frames.” He points to the side, snickering at the array of prints you still have leaning against your far wall. Before you can say anything he’s swooping in once more, giving you a final kiss that leaves your lips tingly as he pulls back and exits your apartment with a small wave.

Apparently being Jungkook’s friend entailed other things too.

“I’m going crazy, it’s all I’ve been thinking about,” you groan out dramatically, flopping over on your couch and grunting into your pillow. The sound of Seulgi laughing on Facetime blends in with the AC blowing and the reality show you have playing in the background. It’s not Love Island this time, just something random you clicked on to be background noise.

“Who knew one cute little kiss would have this effect on you,” she snickers, clearly enjoying the dilemma you were having.

“It wasn’t one kiss, and it sure as hell wasn’t just cute! Regardless, it’s not even the kiss, it's him!” There was just something about Jungkook as a whole that sent your mind into a flurry. It really hasn’t been long since you met, only hanging out a few times in between then, but each time you did you had to stop yourself from having a full body effect to him simply existing. It wasn’t even about his looks, which played a pretty big part, but the way he’s so confidently himself, not thinking twice about what he says or does because he’s that sure of himself left you wanting to know more about him.

“Oh he’s a hottie for sure, I don’t blame you.” You had sent her the picture you two had taken the other night, instantly getting an earful and soft scolding on why you hadn’t fucked him that very night. “Plus he’s a blue collar boy, so you know he knows how to use his hands.” She wolf whistles immediately after, the visual of her fanning her face being seen as you flop back over and pick your phone back up.

You know she’s not wrong. That innocent little kiss in the rage room had your knees buckling and the kiss on the couch left you daydreaming of what could have transpired if his friend hadn’t called him. Jungkook was very quickly becoming the main man in your wet dreams.

“I’m so fucked. Why couldn’t I have hired the other handyman and met Jungkook at a club where he would’ve bought me a drink, I would’ve giggled and then he would’ve taken me back home and fucked my brains out.”

“Oh damn, he really has you writing fanfiction about him? You’re down bad.”

You glare at her through the screen, eye twitching as your finger hovers over the end button. “I’m gonna block you.”

“No, I’m just teasing!” she yells, picking up her phone as she walks around her place. “Okay, sure you’re friends now or whatever, you can totally fuck friends.”

“I know, I just…I don’t want things to get messy.”

“That’s why you fuck once and then reiterate that you’re friends and move on,” she speaks so surely. “Or you realize the sex is great and you keep doing it. Point is, you’re both adults, you can do whatever you want.”

Right as you roll your eyes, you notice something—well, more like the lack of something. Your place is a little quieter now, and as you lift your head up you realize the breeze coming from your right is no longer blowing, the chill in the air is still present but when you turn to stare at your AC unit you notice the glowing light is now shut off.

“No fucking way,” you mutter out, cutting Seulgi off in the middle of her sentence—something she mistakes as you trying to argue her point. “Shut up, I’m not fighting you. My AC just died.”

She laughs, loudly. “Oh my god, this is your sign. If you don’t text him I will fly over there and beat you.”

All you can do is sit there, staring at the stupid AC unit and urging it to kick start into action again. How does a thing like that die anyway? Sure you’ve been abusing it day in and out lately, but isn’t that what they were literally built for?

A few minutes of absolute silence go on before you come to the realization that you are in fact going to have to text Jungkook and ask him to come over. With a small huff of acceptance, you say your goodbyes to Seulgi, ignoring the way she cackles into your ear until you hang up.

It’s easy to find Jungkook’s thread of messages in your inbox, sitting right near the top since he had sent you a few tiktoks and wished you a good day before he started running his morning errands. Luckily you had responded right after he sent it because you’re pretty sure it’d be awkward and a little rude to follow that up with a favor.

Y/N 3:56pm : i think you jinxed me

You instantly see that he’s read the message, the glowing three dots indicating he’s typing popping up before his own message comes through.

Jungkook 3:56pm : oh god. you're probably right. what did i do?

Y/N 3:57pm : my ac died

Jungkook 3:57pm : lol no fucking way. have u tried unplugging it and plugging it back in?

You have not.

You’re crouched in front of it soon after, yanking out the plug before saying a small prayer and replugging it. Still, the damn red light refuses to turn back on.

Y/N 3:59pm : yeah no its dead dead. pls help me or im gonna roast in here

Jungkook 3:59pm : yeah not on my watch

Jungkook 3:59pm : ill be there in 20!

Jungkook somehow manages to get here faster than 20 minutes, tapping a quick beat onto your door and giving you a wide smile when you finally open up. His piercing catches your eye just like it did the first time, focusing on it for a second too long before you were staring back into his warm eyes once more. He notices that—just like he had the first time too—and he thinks it's adorable that he’s caught you ogling at him a handful of times already, secretly wondering if you’ve caught him doing just the same.

“I’m here to save the day.” He winks as he steps inside, his tool bag in his hand while he makes his way directly to the AC unit, already crouching down to inspect it. He’s wearing casual attire this time around, no working boots on his feet. Instead, he wears a comfy pair of Vans, black jeans hugging his thighs beautifully from his squatting position and a vintage looking shirt that has some graphic design on the front that you can’t quite make out.

“You know,” he starts with a small huff as he analyzes everything. “If you really wanted me to come over you didn’t have to break your AC. I get it though, you're still trying to keep me humble.”

“You’ve cracked it,” you snort, leaning against the wall as you stare down at him, smiling when he looks up at you with a cute crinkle on his nose. “I had to take matters into my own hands without letting your ego get too big, you know?”

He can only shake his head with a smile, looking back to stare at the opened panel he just unscrewed. He’s quiet for a moment, tinkering around with some wires as he tries to figure out just what happened.

“Well, I think your plan backfired.” He laughs lightly as he leans back, raking his hair back with one hand while his finger points inside the panel, guiding you to see the absolutely burnt to a crisp wire tucked away. “Honestly though, this thing was probably already on its last leg before you moved in here. I can get you a really good deal for one though.”

“Really?” you beam, gaze following him as he stands back up and nods. He seems to walk around, approaching the opened door that leads to your bedroom, taking a quick peek inside before coming back.

“I can get you one for your bedroom too. Also, you should totally make your leasing management pay for it. It’s kind of stupid they didn’t get you one already.” He rants to himself, hands on his hips as he shakes his head. “Anyway, I’ll go scoop them up and be back. You think you’ll be okay with no AC for like an hour?”

With a confident nod he’s patting his pockets for his keys before heading out, on a clear mission to make sure you don’t roast alive.

Luckily it takes Jungkook less than an hour, securing the AC’s and tailing it back to yours, having to make two trips back to his car because he refused to allow you to help him haul up one of the units.

Once everythings brought up he gets to work instantly, proving to be quite a sight as you sit pretty on the couch and observe him. Your window is cracked open, providing absolutely no sense of a breeze but Jungkook swore it cooled him down. He wears thick gloves as he yanks the previous unit out of its place, carefully setting it down on your living room floor as he sighs and rakes his sweaty hair off his face.

“Alright, hard parts over,” he breathes out, sending you a smile as he claps his hands together before peeling off the gloves. You can only watch in a daze as his hands grip the hem of his shirt, his stomach on full display as he yanks it up to wipe at the sweat on his forehead. The view is short lived, his glistening abs gone as his shirt flutters back down.

Jungkook chuckles to himself when he sees the look on your face as you stare at him, another confidence boost filling him up when you look slightly disappointed that he remains looking decent, so he decides to appease you a little. “Would you mind if I take my shirt off?” He nearly laughs when your eyes widen, a slight twinkle in them as you swallow.

“Uh, no. Go ahead. It’s hot in here,” you trail off with a small laugh. Your hands pick up your hair off your neck, fanning yourself as you feel the sweat accumulating on your skin, but your eyes stay glued on Jungkook.

It’s a little pornographic, how the sunlight streaming in seems to hit him at the perfect angle, shadows chiseling his muscles, pulled taut as he tugs the shirt off of his body. All of his tattoos are revealed to you now, at least the ones on his upper half, and you find yourself admiring the double doberman heads that mirror each other on his stomach, eyeing the soft happy trail between them. The lines of the tattoo are bold, rich black filling them in, rippling as he straightens out once his shirt is fully off.

Jungkook isn’t ashamed to say he knew he was attractive, it’s something he’s been told his entire life, and he truly does bask in it. There was just something about the dazed stare of someone that was interested in him that gave him a tiny adrenaline rush. It’s the exact stare you’re currently giving him, eyes glazed over as you trail over his body, lips slightly agape when you let out a soft breath.

He chooses not to tease you further, letting his shirt drop to the floor before turning around and returning to work. As much as he enjoys giving you a show, he can’t deny that it’s disgustingly hot in here and elongating the time needed to fix this only leads you both that much closer to having a heat stroke.

The heat is sticky on your skin, and you’re thankful you chose to lounge around in a pair of loose shorts and tank instead of your typical sweatpants and hoodie combo. Even then it provides minimal relief, your thighs shiny as you stretch them over the armrest, leaning back on your palms with your head drooped to the side, eyes still locked onto Jungkook’s toned back.

You don’t even know how long you zone out for, ears perking when a small beep sounds off, both of you holding your breath until suddenly the whirring of the AC follows, the cool gust hitting your shins and leaving goosebumps.

“There we go,” Jungkook breathes, eyes falling shut as he lets the cool air hit him directly in the face.

“You’re my actual hero,” you moan out, your head falling back in relief as the air gets significantly colder. Jungkook smiles as he looks your way, feeling quite proud of himself as he shuts your window to keep the cold air in.

“Not all heroes wear capes,” he jokes, approaching you on the couch. His hands grip the armrest on either side of your calves, leaning forward with a teasing smile on his lips, his eyes trail down your body before coming back up to meet your stare. “Alright, I’m gonna go install the one in your room.”

Your hand instantly reaches forward to clasp around his wrist, keeping him in his place—not like he was actually planning on walking away, not when you looked that good just sitting there.

At your silence, his eyebrow cocks up curiously, wondering what you were thinking.

“You should take a break.”

“Oh yeah?” When you nod he chuckles. “I don’t know, my rating is already so low. If I take a break how do I know you won’t leave me a bad review?”

“I’ll leave you a bad review if you don’t take a break. Drop your rating from 2.5 to 1 all because you passed out on my bedroom floor from heat exhaustion.”

Jungkook gasps, eyes twinkling with playfulness as he moves his hands to gently rest on your shins. “Wow, you’re threatening me? What's next? Are you gonna dock my pay if I don’t watch another episode of Love Island with you?”

“Oh, about that,” you grimace, looking away from him. “You didn’t say anything about getting paid.”

“I take other forms of payment,” he smirks, leaning even closer until he’s a few inches away from your face. His eyes flicker down to your lips, seeing the teasing smile on them as you lick them over. “Plus I always give my friends a special discount.”

Your hand slowly trails up his arm, feeling the slight raise of his tattoos as you travel up his shoulder until your fingers are playing with the long strands of hair at his nape. You’ve come to find that Jungkook really likes when you play with his hair, his eyes falling shut as you graze his scalp. Maybe it's the earlier heat going to your head, or maybe it's the heat swirling in his own gaze when he reopens his eyes, but being this close to him made you feel dizzy, had your mind blanking while his tongue fiddled with his lip ring.

Jungkook was mentally urging you on once more, needing you to want this as much as he did. And when you finally, finally, tug him closer, your lips melting against his in a kiss so sweet, he fights back the desire to cheer out loud.

“How’s that for payment?” you murmur out, lips ghosting against his own.

“It’s a start,” Jungkook rasps. “But I think I need a little more.” A small huff of his laughter hits your lips before he’s closing the distance again. He can feel the way you smile against him, your finger twirling the strand of hair, making a shiver go down his spine that he can’t attribute to the chill of the AC.

He side steps the armrest of the couch, deepening the kiss as he starts to push you back, a repeat of the position he had you in the other night. Jungkook made sure to silence his phone on the elevator ride up here, even put it on do not disturb to ensure Jimin would not be bothering him again.

It's a mix of hushed laughter and wet smacks of your lips as you help him adjust your position, crawling backwards and spreading your legs open to allow him to slot in between them. His palm cups your cheek, thumb gently rubbing along your skin, mind momentarily forgetting he was shirtless until your hands glide onto his back. The second your nails gently scratch his back, he’s groaning into your mouth. The sound goes straight to your core, has your back arching to press into his chest, needing him closer.

“Do you need more?” you whisper when you pull back, eyes meeting his as you both try to catch your breath.

His nose nudges yours, another kiss pressed against your lips to add to your daze. “I do.”

Much to his surprise, you move. One hand lifting yourself up while the other pressed against his chest, pushing him back off of you. There’s a brief moment where Jungkook thinks you’ve changed your mind, and he’s ready to just pull away and go back to installing your AC unit, but he’s pliant as your hands maneuver him around.

His confusion only lasts for a second as he sits back, but that charming smile returns to his face when you claim your spot on his lap, thighs on either side of his and your arms looped around his neck. You’re leaning in for another kiss before he can say anything, tongue swiping along his lips, flicking against his piercing, and his hands immediately come to grip your hips. His hold tightens as you roll your hips onto his, feeling the bulge in his jeans when you repeat the motion, swallowing the groan he lets out.

“Wait,” he pulls away, cursing when you pepper kisses along his jaw as you hum in question. “You know you don’t actually have to do anything right? I-I was just playing about needing payment.”

You pause, lips spreading into a smile when you lean back to stare at him. That intense stare he usually had when you were this close was gone, wide doe eyes taking its place as he looks at you, lips opened slightly as he huffs out a breath.

“I mean, I kind of hoped you were playing around. I’d be a little concerned if your serious way of flirting sounded like the start of a porno,” you snicker, Jungkook joining in with your laughter.

“I thought it was kinda hot. Were you not into it?” His thumbs rub against your hips, brows raised playfully at you but his mind was currently racing, desperately hoping you were into it. His eyes fall onto your thighs when you bring your hands back down, following them as you grip the hem of your shirt and pull it off of your body, letting it drop to the floor without a care. He takes you in, trying not to seem like a massive pervert by staring at your exposed chest but it was so hard when they were right in front of his face.

“No, I think I’m into it.”

Jungkook practically sags in relief, the greenlight being the last thing he needed to let his earlier moral code slip. You were into it, you wanted him, so he wasn’t going to overthink it anymore. And you clearly weren’t either, instantly falling back into the motions, allowing yourself to get lost in it because god did you want this. You wanted it from the moment you saw him, the feeling intensifying each time you crossed paths, and now that he was beneath you, his hands guiding your hips along his, you weren’t going to let the opportunity pass.

A trail of fire flows along his skin as your hands make a path down his chest, teasing touches on his stomach that makes his abs tense up, hips bucking up into yours when you fiddle with the button of his pants. A groan dies in his throat when you gently bite down on his lower lip, pulling it back before letting it snap against his teeth, shiny with your saliva.

“Wanna take these off,” you mumble out, already undoing the button and zipper, shimmying off his lap a bit to tug them off. Jungkook lets his head fall back against the cushion, a lazy smile on his lips as he watches, raising his hips when you ask him to so you can properly yank them off of him entirely.

“Yeah? Let me take these off too.” His fingers dip into the waistband of your shorts, tracing along the band of your underwear.

“Let me do this first,” you breathe out, a glimmer of mischief in your eyes that makes his heart race in his chest.

“Do what?” He can barely utter out the question, the words dying on his tongue as you start to kiss down his body. Your lashes flutter up at him when you reach his tummy, tongue gently tracing the bold lines of the doberman tattoo on his left side, hearing him hiss as you move onto the one on his right side, tracing each curve and line before you continue down, settling between his legs on the floor. With bated breath your fingers hook into the waistband of his boxers, tugging them down and revealing his hardened length.

Now you know why Jungkook was confident, cocky in that easy going way that didn’t make you cringe. Any man with a dick like this deserved the right to behave the way he did, to stare at you with hooded eyes and a smirk on his lips as he asks, “Like what you see?”

Judging by the look on your face, slowly nodding along, you clearly do. You take a brief moment to admire it, appreciating the view of his cock against his stomach, how the pink tip had started to leak beads of precum, pooling at the top before dripping down beside the vein on the underside. With a small exhale you’re reaching forward, wrapping your fingers around his length and marveling at the size, how it seemed to dwarf your hands in comparison.

“Fuck, where were you hiding this?” you whisper, softly sliding your palm up, thumb swiping at his tip before coming back down. Jungkook’s stomach tenses up at the sensation, a deep groan filling the air.

“So big. I don’t know how it’s gonna fit in me.” It’s mainly spoken to yourself, but Jungkook heard it loud and clear. Your hand could barely wrap around him, and he can already picture the way you’ll look as he splits you open, stretching you out as you begged for more. His cock twitches in your palm as he imagines it, making a small gasp leave your mouth when you notice.

Oh you could tell Jungkook was very much into that.

Jungkook is patient, letting you take your time as you lean forward, your breath felt against him before you’re sticking your tongue out and giving his tip a tentative lick. As your mouth wraps around him, a sigh of your name meets your ears, his hands clenching by his sides when you start to sink down.

“Fuck,” he groans out, a small laugh following suit as his head falls back, leveling out when you hollow out your cheeks as you suck. Your eyes meet his, the hooded stare he gives you making warmth blossom inside of you, falling into a steady rhythm that makes the prettiest sounds escape him.

You’re determined to make him feel good, sinking as far as you can and marveling at the way he curses under his breath. His teeth bite down on his lower lip when you pull up and suckle on his head, tongue flicking along the sensitive spot underneath, making his hips buck into you for more. Your hand glides along his length as you continue teasing him, the taste of him lingering on your tongue as more beads of precum leak out, licking down his shaft and tracing the vein he has. You purse your lips above his cock, letting spit gather on your tongue before you’re sticking it out, allowing a thick glob to drip onto his head, looking up at him with a wicked smile as you spread it around to make a bigger mess. Jungkook can barely breathe at the sight, brows pinching together when you curve your tongue around his length before sliding him back in your mouth with a wet slurp.

“You look so pretty,” he rasps out, a smile on his face as he lifts his hand, bringing it to cup your jaw, thumb rubbing your cheek, feeling the bulge of his cock pressing against it. Your eyes water slightly as his tip hits the back of your throat, slurping messily each time you come up, lips shiny as you pull off of him and smile while your hands jerk him off. His thumb swipes your bottom lip, fingers digging into your cheek to turn your face when you try to wrap your lips around him again.

He was mesmerized as he watched you, the slowly brewing pleasure making his entire body buzz, had him fighting the urge to fuck up into your mouth. As inviting as your mouth was, he had other plans for you.

“You had a taste, it’s my turn now.” He chuckles at the tiny pout of confusion on your lips, your hand still jerking him off slowly, and it takes all his willpower to reach down and hook his hands under your arms to haul you up. The second you get back onto your feet his fingers are hooking into your shorts, yanking them down along with your underwear before you can say anything.

“Wait, what are you doing?” Laughter laces your syllables when he brings you with him, a giddy smile on his lips as he falls onto his back, maneuvering you back on his lap. You can feel his cock right underneath you, your wetness only adding onto the mess on his length already.

“I told you. I need a taste.” His hands are roaming your thighs, gliding up and down, coming around to grip your ass and start to push you up. Your palm comes to rest on his chest, not exactly sure where he’s trying to guide you towards. An all too eager look is on his face, his eyes taking your body in now that you were fully exposed on top of him, tracing each slope and curve with pure lust etched on his features. “I want you to sit on my face.”

His words make your breath hitch, eyes going wide as you process it. “Jungkook,” you start, both hands on his chest now, “I’ve never done that before.”

He stops pushing you instantly, but his hands continue to rub along your skin. “Well, there’s no wrong way to do it. As long as you’re comfortable with it, all you gotta do is come up here and let me do the rest.”

“I’m not gonna suffocate you?”

“I hope you do.”

“Jungkook!” you laugh, swatting his chest playfully. “I’m serious.”

“I am too,” he chuckles. “But seriously, it’ll be fine. C’mon.” With a gentle slap to your ass, you’re letting him push you further up his body, a nervous smile on your lips. He shuffles down the couch slightly, his large palms continuing to guide you to the right spot, not satisfied until your knees are on either side of his head, hovering right above him.

You don’t have time to feel mortified about how exposed this position has you, not when he groans in appreciation at his point of view. As you look down, you see a peek of him between your thighs, his eyes glazed over as he stares at your folds inches away from him.

“Trust me, you’re doing me a favor right now,” he mumbles out, gripping your thighs as he peppers kisses onto your skin, following a trail up until the final kiss is pressed right on your clit. Your hand shoots forward to grip the arm rest when he teasingly licks your slit, a shaky breath leaving your lips as he eases you into the motions. The last thing he wanted to do was dive in too strong and freak you out, despite how badly he wanted to, so he ever so slowly starts to lead your hips lower onto him.

You don’t realize it at first, too focused on the feeling of his tongue circling your aching clit, but before you know it the gap between you ceases to exist. His fingers dig into your ass, giving it a good grope as he moans against your folds, eyes fluttering shut while he enjoys every second.

“Fuck, Jungkook,” you shudder, moaning when he urges you to roll your hips on top of him, wanting you to get lost in the feeling of it all. He makes it easy, shamelessly eating you out, wrapping his lips around your clit and sucking, less wary about his actions now that you were clearly enjoying it.

He tries not to smile when your moans get louder, instead his eyes open up, getting a glorious view of your tits and the pretty faces you make as you call out his name. One hand leaves your ass, coming around to grab your own hand and guide it to his hair, wanting you to touch him, to yank his hair as hard as you want. The second your fingers slip through his strands, his eyes flutter shut once more, groaning against your messy folds when you pull it, grinding above him on your own.

You’re not sure why you’ve never done this before, thoroughly enjoying being on top, seeing his face caged between your thighs, feeling the way he slowly lets go of control to allow you to seek out your own pleasure. His hands now glide around your body, goosebumps flaring up on your skin as he caresses you, feeling the motion of your body while you roll your hips.

The heat slowly curls in your stomach, spreading throughout you in a delicious burn that leaves you searching for more. Every now and then you feel his nose nudge along your swollen nub, sending sparks of pleasure up your spine, yanking his hair with more force until he’s moaning into your cunt.

Jungkook feels like he’s in heaven now, never having been more thankful for a shitty AC unit to break, he knows he wouldn’t mind being buried between your thighs. He can feel the wetness coating his mouth and chin, practically drowning in you, but the way you chant his name sounds like his favorite song so he doesn’t mind it at all.

“C-close, I’m close,” you stutter, chest hiccuping as you attempt to catch your breath, head falling back, eyes shutting with small bursts of light flashing behind your lids. He seems to come back to life at that, enjoying the small shriek you let out when his hands grip your hips once again to speed up the motion, tongue pressing harder against you. That last bit of friction seems to be the tipping point, the pleasure boiling over as you cum on his tongue.

“Oh my god,” you choke out. Jungkook moans unabashedly when he feels you gush, guiding your sloppy hips to help you ride out your orgasm, the twitch of your thighs signaling the aftershocks. A slightly delirious laugh escapes you when he continues to suck on your clit, your body tensing from the overstimulation, and you have to yank his head away from you. The sting on his scalps makes him groan, a teasing smirk on his lips that you finally see when he allows you to lift your hips.

“Are you trying to kill me?” you breathe out in disbelief, resting your weight on the arm rest, not trusting your shaky thighs to hold you up, especially when he kisses your inner thighs.

“That’s no fun,” he murmurs, pressing another wet kiss to your skin before landing a playful smack to your ass, smarting your skin and once again groping it because he just couldn’t get enough. You laugh under your breath, slowly making your way off of him with trembling legs, his hand coming out to help stabilize you when you stumble. “And here I thought you’d be able to hold yourself up for what's next.”

He’s already sitting himself up, paying no mind to the way his cock throbs, ignoring the small pool of precum that had gathered on his stomach dripping down—you don’t though, your eyes are locked onto it. “For what's next?” you squeak out, remembering just how big he is, and its enough for more wetness to coat your thighs

“Yeah,” he sighs, standing up now, hands reaching out to hold your hips and pull you into him, feeling his length press against your tummy. One hand comes up to push your hair back, tucking it behind your ear as he stares down at you. “You still want this right?” he wonders, eyes searching yours for any sign of uncertainty, but you’re nodding instantly.

“I do,” you whisper, lips curling up into a smile when your hand reaches forward and wraps around his hard length. He hisses under his breath when you teasingly stroke him, eyes locked onto yours, slowly inching closer until his mouth is kissing along your jaw, lips right beside your ear.

“Let me take care of you.” His breath tickles your ear, making a shiver course through you as you continue to pump him. “Don’t worry about your little bambi legs, I’ll make sure they don’t even touch the floor.”

“What do you me—Oh!” you gasp, suddenly feeling his hands scoop you up by your ass, his length right in between you, pressed into your messy folds as he holds you close. A cocky smile is on his lips as he rolls his hips into you, enjoying the shaky breath you release, how your chest brushes up against his.

Your hands grip onto his shoulders, excitement evident in your eyes when he starts to move, holding you in his arms like it was nothing. You know you’re secure in his grasp, so you get more confident, allowing your fingers to trace along his arms, following each ridge of his muscles as they bulge. The ticklish feeling makes him smile, looking down at you when he finally presses you against the nearest wall, your legs hooking around his waist to keep him as close as possible.

“Mm, feels good,” you sigh, biting down on your lip when he starts rolling his hips into yours again. His length slips between your folds perfectly, coated in your arousal, head of his cock nudging against your clit with each thrust. “Wanna feel more of you, please.”

“Yeah?” He removes one hand to slip between your bodies, holding you in place as he grabs his length, pulling his hips back slightly to guide the tip of it to your entrance. His gaze falls down, locked onto the visual of your sodden lips, the sheen of your arousal already making a mess of his cock, more wetness felt when he teasingly circles his head around your entrance. “Like this?”

“M-more,” you moan, jaw slacked open as you look down too, breath stuttering when you see him slowly start to push forward. It’s a small taste, a tiny stretch that makes your stomach tense up before he pulls back again with a smirk, clearly enjoying it. He seems entranced with it, with the feeling of your tight walls sucking in the first inch of him, almost begging him to push in all the way, inviting him into your warmth.

But Jungkook loves the buildup too much. Each tiny thrust has your brows pinching on your forehead, frustration etched between them, shown in the way your feet dig into his back, not as thrilled with his game. He shushes the small groan you release with a kiss, messier than before, lips smacking together as he pushes in another inch before retracting. His harsh breath fans against you, the desperation felt as he deepens the kiss, moaning into your mouth when he repeats the action.

Heat prickles your skin, knowing he was also teasing himself, getting off on the delayed pleasure. Jungkook seemed determined to hold off until it seemed impossible, until the way you tighten around his walls was too good to escape. He can tell how wet you are, dripping down your thighs, knowing if he just moved his hands over on your ass he would feel it.

A growl comes from the back of his throat when you purposefully clench around him, tightening around the head of his cock so deliciously it makes his hips stutter. “Be patient,” he rasps against your lips, his tongue licking back into your mouth, hearing you moan as it tangles with yours.

Your fingers yank at his hair once more, pulling him away for a brief moment so he can see you pout, hips never stopping. “I have been, you’re just—fuck—teasing me.” The slight whine in your tone makes him look at you fully, clouded eyes taking in the almost pained look on your face. He mimics your pout, nudging his nose against yours before he’s relenting and pressing another wet kiss to your lips.

“You’re right,” he mumbles, pulling out before finally pushing back in, slowly easing inch by inch into you, relishing in the stretch that accompanies it. Your nails dig into his shoulders, half moons left in their wake as your palm spreads out when he bottoms out, leaving you absolutely breathless. This was even better than what he was imagining earlier and Jungkook thinks he loves this more than the teasing, the debauched look on your face, mouth dropped open as you moan out, still desperate for more. And he gives it to you.

He holds you firmly in place as he starts to fuck you properly, slowly building up his pace, allowing you time to adjust to his size, wanting to know just how far he could push you before it was too much. Before long he’s fluidly thrusting his hips into you, the wet squelch of your pussy filling the room, blending in with your sweet cries.

“Thank you, thank you,” you chant, sounding delirious as he fills you up, eyes fluttering shut and missing the endeared look on his face as he stares at you. He nudges his way into your neck, kissing your heated skin, tongue peeking out to lick before he was sucking, marking your throat in hues of purple, groaning against you when you tighten your walls at the feeling.

“I told you I’d take care of you,” he grunts, licking along the tiny masterpiece he created on your skin, hips never slowing. His cock splits you open so easily, gliding in with no resistance thanks to your arousal, allowing him to make a home in your walls.

Jungkook seems to concentrate for a moment, eyes narrowing slightly as he stares at your face, dipping his hips a bit to angle himself differently. It’s not until you’re gasping, eyes widening up and hands scrambling to clutch onto him, that he knows he found it. “There, right?” He knows it, can tell by the way you seem to gush around him, how your hips start to buck in his hold when he continues to hit the same spot.

“Yes, there. Keep going.” It's cute that you think he’ll stop. It’s not like you give him much of a choice either, not with the way your feet hook together behind him, hands tugging him closer until your chest presses against his.

“I felt you cum on my tongue already, let me feel you cum on my cock baby.” His voice is deeper now, feeling his own lust taking over his body, leaving his nerves tingling as he fucks you. His thighs are tense as he holds his position, abs clenching with each thrust, getting closer to his release with every roll of his hips. “Make yourself cum. Go on, touch yourself.”

A small whimper leaves your swollen lips, leaning up to kiss him some more, one hand sliding between your body. He moans softly when your fingers trail across his chest, teasingly grazing his nipple before gliding down his torso, reaching between you until your fingers are meeting your clit. Jungkook can feel when you start to circle your sensitive nub, the slick making your fingers slip occasionally, knuckles nudging his lower stomach, mewling into his mouth at the combined sensation. He pushes you harder against the wall, teeth nipping the flesh of your lip with the right force, licking away the dull ache with a flick of his tongue.

“I’m leaving you looking like a mess,” he chuckles, a short moan following suit when you pulse around him. “Messy, messy baby, drooling over my cock. But so pretty.” His words make your head spin, thick with lust, dripping onto your skin and fueling the speed of your own fingers. He seems to appreciate your new found determination to cum, hunger swirling in his eyes as he watches you. “Fuck, just like that. Good girl.”

He smirks when you quiver, your head falling back with a thump against the wall, breath stuttering as the feeling overwhelms you. The deadly combination sets a fire within you, slowly creeping up your body, leaving your skin tingling, clouding your thoughts and leaving you desperate for anything. The hand on his shoulder tightens, makes pain flare up from the way your nails dig into his skin but it only urges him on, has him fucking you faster, paying no mind to the burn in his muscles from exertion.

“Mm, I can feel you squeezing me. Are you close?” he drawls out, his eyes falling shut as he tries to ebb his orgasm away, wanting to feel you fall apart first.

“Yes,” is all you can gasp out, back arching off the wall, nipples hard against his chest as you push towards him. Your thighs tremble around his waist, hips bucking into your palm, moans getting breathier with each messy figure eight rubbed into your clit.

“Fuck, Jungkook.” The guttural moan of his name is needy, drawn out in a way that makes him want to remember it forever. Your second orgasm of the night racks through you, has your body tensing up as you cream his cock, fingers still circling your clit with tiny shocks coursing up your spine. Jungkook’s mouth drops open in amazement, eyes glued to where you connect, seeing the strings of your orgasm coating his thick cock each time he pulls back, helping you ride out your high.

“Shit,” he groans, reconnecting your lips in a breathless kiss as he speeds up. Your hand is sticky as you remove it from your folds, gently placing it against his ribs, thumb rubbing along his skin while he kisses you. He welcomes his climax, lets down his walls now that he knows you’re fully satisfied. His hips grow sloppy, quick bursts into you that lose their earlier grace, whiny little moans reaching your ears and having you tighten your sensitive walls around him.

“Gonna cum,” he pants out, forehead pressed against yours, chest heaving as the feeling overtakes him. Before you can protest he’s pulling out of you, messy length slapping against his stomach with wet smack, pressing against your folds as he continues to thrust. The overstimulation has you mewling, fingers finding their place in his hair as you tighten your grip, accepting the hushed apology spoken through wet kisses as he tries to find his high. “I know, I know, I’m sorry. I’m close.”

“Jungkook, cum for me. Please. I wanna see you cum.” He lets you yank his head back, allowing you to see his face twisted up in pleasure, brows pinched together in a beautiful scowl, jaw clenched together. All it takes is a few more thrusts before his hips are stuttering and he’s cumming with a guttural moan of your name, warm spurts of cum splashing out onto your tummy, leaving you even messier than before.

“Oh shit,” he gasps, rutting against you like he just couldn’t get enough, not caring about the dull pain he feels from his sensitive cock as he overstimulates himself, finally coming to a still a moment later.

For a brief moment the only sound in the room is your harsh breaths and the whirring of the AC in the background. But your small giggle is what breaks the silence, seeing the dopey smile on his face before he leans forward again to kiss you softly, his hands gently setting you down, keeping their hold on you to make sure you wouldn’t immediately crumble.

“You good Bambi?” he laughs when he pulls away, enjoying the look you give him, squeezing your sides and kissing you once more.

“Yeah, I’m good. Just a little…messy,” you trail off, looking down at yourself, seeing the globs of cum all over your stomach and feeling the mess between your thighs. With another laugh, you’re grabbing his hand, leading the both of you into your bathroom to clean up.

Jungkook is gentle as he cleans you up, soft conversation spoken through kisses, allowing you to scurry off to get a new change of clothes, leaving him alone for just a moment. When you reemerge from your bedroom a few minutes later you see him shimmying back into his jeans, the earlier shirt he wore now on his body, letting you actually see what it said. It’s a graphic of an old Volkswagen, retro styled words on top that read ‘Your Mom’s Favorite Ride Since ‘69’. It makes you laugh as you approach him, fingers coming up to trace each letter, poking at his nipple for fun.

“Cute,” you mumble, snickering when he swats your hand away.

“Stop trying to tempt me again, I’m back on the clock.” Still, he wraps his hand around your wrist and yanks you closer, getting another taste of your lips. With much hesitance, you’re letting him get back to work.

“Can I watch?” you wonder, hands on your hips as he grabs the second unit and enters your room this time. You follow behind him, seeing the way he looks back at you with a sly smirk on his face.

“You can always watch.” The wink he sends you makes your cheeks warm up, the innuendo not lost on you as you perch on your bed to observe him once more.

He works more smoothly this time, easily installing the second unit, even letting you hand him his tools as he asks for them. Just as he plugs it in and turns it on to test it actually worked, you’re clearing your throat. You felt like there was a small elephant in the room now that you’ve had sex, and maybe Jungkook was used to casual sex and didn’t feel the need to discuss anything, but this was not your norm. Did anything even need to be said?

“Jungkook, we’re friends right?” you say softly, chin resting on your knee. He turns to look at you curiously, a smile on his lips as he steps closer to you.

“Of course we are.” There’s no underlying tone to his voice. “Why?”

Your fingers fiddle with your bedsheets, finding it a little hard to make eye contact with him while you speak about this. You were used to intimacy with relationships, clear boundaries in place with no need to have a ‘what are we?’ conversation. But this felt like you were walking a fine line, not able to find the right words to say.

“Just want to make sure nothing changes after today.”

He hums in thought, judging by your tone he can tell you’re a little nervous so he refrains from making any of the dumb little jokes he’s used to. “Do you want anything to change?”

Jungkook isn’t sure what he wants your answer to be, not exactly certain what route he’d prefer to take with this. He really wasn’t someone who pursued relationships too often, enjoying the casual flings that gave him the freedom to do as he pleased. Considering you just said you want to make sure nothing changes after today he’s assuming you want the same. Jungkook wasn’t opposed to having this be a casual thing, enjoying the sex far too much, knowing he’ll most likely be thinking about it for weeks to come. But if you wanted to strictly stay friends, writing this off as a moment of weakness, he could be fine with that too.

“No, not exactly.” Your lips purse in thought, finally looking up at him, seeing him waiting patiently. “But you make it so hard.”

He laughs now. “What do you mean?”

“You pulled me in too close and now this is all I’ll be thinking about. You’re too tempting to be friends with.” Your voice is playful, nerves slowly fading away when you realize he’s putting no pressure on you. You knew you were too busy for a relationship right now, but Jungkook had given you a taste, and now you were hooked. The initial assumption that you could have this be a one and done situation was wrong, already feeling your body react as you thought of what just transpired.

Jungkook’s gaze looks down, seeing you hook your finger into his belt loop, tugging him closer to you on the edge of the bed. He smiles once more, knowing exactly what you mean.

“We could be friends,” he murmurs, the emphasis on that word not lost on you as his hand cups your cheek and lifts your head up. When you smile up at him, eyes twinkling with excitement, he can’t stop himself from kissing you. Jungkook doesn’t let himself think about anything else, doesn’t worry about the way you’ve both potentially set yourselves up for failure.

Jungkook just kisses you, pretending like he hadn’t lingered in your bathroom earlier, sneakily rummaging under your sink and loosening up a pipe ever so slightly to ensure you’d call him back to fix the leak he knows will show up in a few days.

You could totally be friends.

#jungkook smut #new

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sungstars · 9 months ago

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┊NOW OUT. two boyfriends dress them up like twins. (psh x afab!reader x kjw)

┊synopsis. youre the head basketball cheerleader at your university and just so happen to be hooking up with the captain of the basketball team, yang jungwon. you may also be hooking up with the co-captain and jungwon’s best friend, sunghoon. what’s the worst that could happen?

┊WORD COUNT. 7.6k

┊WARNING. MINORS DNI. 18+. smut.. porn little plot. reader is messy as fuck. jungwon is also messy. isa is mentioned just for some plot building. p in v, squirting, protected sex (yay), unprotected sex (not yay), face fucking, swallowing, fingering (f. rec) , oral (f&m rec.), threesome, cumming inside, sorta some angst. i think that’s everything!

┊authors note. WOWWW after 5 months, i finally finished and posted this! i’m so sorry for such a delay on this, but i wanted to make sure i put my best into it! i will be working on the next installment of this fic soon! it will definitely not take me five months to post! should i do it in chronological order or who would you guys like to read about next? it’s been a long time since i’ve written a smut fic, so hopefully this is up to your standards! likes & reblogs are appreciated! my asks are also open so please send me some! thank you!!!

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You loved game days. You loved how everyone would buzz with excitement, how you got to dress up, how many eyes would be on you. Everyone knew who they came to watch, and it wasn’t the basketball team.

Even the team knew it, their eyes lingering a moment too long instead of focusing on the court.

Especially when the captain, Jungwon, would noticeably bite his lip and miss the basketball flying at his head. That was a moment for the books, especially because it was his co-captain Sunghoon. You basked in the attention.

You giggled to yourself at the memory as you adjusted your red bow to sit comfortable at the top of your head.

As you were about to apply your lip gloss, your phone buzzed once, then twice, then three times. You were going to yell at your phone in annoyance, but quickly changed your demeanor when you saw who it was.

wonnie 🎀: hey pretty girl

wonnie 🎀: will i be seeing you tonight?

wonnie 🎀: you ditched me after the last game, i think you should make it up to me?

Instead of replying, you left him on seen. He thinks you owe him because you “ditched” him?

Jungwon is many things, but he is not a fool. He knew that you didn’t ditch him, you just weren’t going to wait around while he felt up one of the other cheerleaders.

So if he considers you ignoring his phone calls and texts asking where you are, or “please pick up angel” ditching him, sure.

You weren’t making it up to him though, that’s for damn sure. However, you’re sure it would be fun to fuck with his head.

y/n 🌷: okay :).

y/n 🌷: i’ll see you after the game.

Your message was almost read immediately, but you quickly closed out of it, not wanting to give him any satisfaction of you waiting for a reply.

Instead, you clicked out of his name, muted his messages, and scrolled to the one you really wanted to see tonight.

y/n: are you busy after the game?

Within seconds, a reply came through.

BEST DICK EVER: for you? never.

y/n: perfect <3. meet at my place?

The moment the game was over, you felt relief take over your entire body. It was a rough game, and unfortunately your team lost by a plethora of points.

They looked sad, and as hard as you tried to keep cheering them on, even your spirits were slightly crushed.

So as soon as the final buzzer rang and the players went back to their respective locker rooms, you booked it to the parking lot.

There was only so much time you had to get ready, and you couldn’t waste even a moment. Your teammates noticed your quick exit, but decided not to comment on it, towards you at least.

You would have to send out a group message later to explain yourself later, but for now, your mind was set on getting ready for your company.

The first call came in as you were turning into your apartment building, and you decided to let it ring. Maybe Jungwon would think you fell asleep, but you both knew better than that.

The second call came in as you unlocked your door, and this time you decided to answer.

“What?” You asked in an annoyed tone, “I didn’t answer for a reason.”

“Where are you?” Jungwon replied in an even more annoyed tone, “I don’t see you.”

“Because I’m not there,” You threw your keys onto the table and removed your white tennis shoes before walking towards your bedroom, “I have plans.”

“Yeah, I know,” He bit back, “With me.”

“Oh no,”

“What?”

You tried to stifle your laugh at his reaction, “Oh, so you weren’t too busy feeling up Isa to notice that I left?”

Jungwon groaned into the phone, “Get over that y/n, it’s not like we exclusively fuck.”

“Last time I checked, you were begging to see me after that game, begging me to let you hit because you, in your words, couldn’t wait to feel how tight I am around you, couldn’t wait to make me come undone your fingers because I looked so hot cheering for you,” You spat back, “I don’t remember you telling me you meant to send that to her.”

“She approached me, and plus, I tried to call you later that night,”

“I don’t want her sloppy seconds,” You cut him off, “So let’s try this again next week.”

You hung up the phone and threw it on your bed, anger boiling inside, who the fuck did Jungwon think he was? You are nobody’s second option.

Instead of dwelling on Jungwon, you carefully removed your cheer uniform, hanging it up in the closet and removing the bow from your head.

You could not wait to get the tight ponytail out and let your curls breathe before they get ruined in other ways.

Ping!

Again, your phone went off, and you knew it wasn’t Jungwon, he was still muted from earlier. A small smile plastered on your face, and quickly dropped because you were not ready.

You stood in nothing but the team branded sports bra and your safety shorts, but fuck, it didn’t matter. It’s not like they would be on for too long anyway.

BEST DICK EVER: i’m here angel

Quickly, you went to open the door and practically swung it open.

There stood none other than Park Sunghoon. His dark hair was damp from the shower he must’ve taken at the facility, and there was an unreadable glint in his eyes.

“Well, are you going to invite me in or just stare at my arms?”

You scoffed, “Was not.”

You shifted to the left to let him in, eyes lingering on how defined his chest and arms look in that confining white tee.

“Maybe a little,” You admit as he takes his shoes off and makes his way to your couch, “Or a lot.”

Sunghoon took his place on the couch, looking at you expectantly as you made your way to stand between his legs.

“Missed you,” His hands came up to hold your hips, “You did great tonight.”

“Did great or looked great?”

A laugh escaped his lips and his thumb began stroking your hip bone, “Can’t it be both?”

You closed your eyes, basking in his touch for a moment before he pulled you down to straddle his thighs, “You did great tonight too, Hoon. You always do.”

He stared at your features, taking you in as you looked at, biting your lip ever so slightly.

“So,” He broke the silence, hand traveling to the small of your back, “Are you going to let me eat it?”

You hummed in thought, “Maybe,” Your hands went up to his shoulders, fingers gracefully skimming over his silver chain, “Only if you let me wear this.”

He cocked his eyebrow, intrigued nonetheless, “You wear all of your sneaky links chains?”

“Maybe,” You shrugged, “But that doesn’t matter, I wanna wear yours.”

“What my pretty girl wants, Sunghoon removed his hands from your thighs to unclasp his necklace, “She gets.”

Sunghoon brought it around your neck, watching it lay between your tits, “And damn do you look good in Tiffany.”

Your face flushed, at a loss for words as Sunghoon moved you to lay back on the couch and he was now sitting between your legs, “You look so pretty wearing my chain, I bet you look even better wearing just that .”

His hands moved up to your sports bra, fingers dancing over your nipples before sliding them under the hem.

The contract made you gasp, his lithe fingers were cold against your nipples. Sunghoon pushed your bra up until your tits were on full display, bringing one of your nipples to your mouth.

Your fingers dug into his shoulders, small moans leaving your mouth at the contact.

Sunghoon began to kiss down your stomach, hands still rolling your nipples around in his nimble fingers. Once he reached your safety shorts, he looked up at you with a lustful look.

He took the thin fabric between his teeth, pulling it down slowly, exposing your glistening cunt to his hungry eyes. His fingers hooking underneath the fabric to pull them down your legs.

Sunghoon stared at you, his hand caressing your right thigh as he lifted your left thigh to rest on his shoulder.

“I fucking love this cunt,” His sweet tone dripped like honey, “You get so wet for me so easily baby, I’ve never seen such a more perfect cunt.”

You let out a sigh, unsure what to say, but you didn’t have to say anything. Sunghoon used two fingers to spread you before laying his tongue flat against your core.

His free hand held your leg in place as he started kitten licking at your clit. Your hands came to grip his hair, tugging at it gently.

“Hoon,” You whimper as he flickers his tongue against your clit, “Feels good.”

He grinned up at you, pushing two fingers into your cunt as he continued swirling his tongue around your clit. Sunghoon’s fingers were going at a brutal pace, causing broken moans to leave your lips and legs shake underneath his grip.

“Hoon, I’m gonna cum if you keep doing that," Your grip tightening on his hair.

"Make a mess all over my face, baby." Sunghoon said, not slowing the pace of his fingers, "Show me how good I make you feel."

With Sunghoon's praise, you let the knot in your stomach finally let go. Your orgasm hit you harshly and all you could do was moan Sunghoon's name and rut your hips against his lips.

His tongue or fingers didn't stop, lapping up the mess from your orgasm. The overstimulation felt too good, and you could feel your hips chasing after his fingers.

Sunghoon pulled his fingers and sat up, looking down at you.

And what a site to behold.

His hair was disheveled from your pulling and lips were shining with your wetness.

“You think I’d let you cum again on just my fingers?” He asked, hands trailing up to pinch your nipples, “Baby, I’m not done with you quite yet.”

Sunghoon brought his hands to your hips, flipping you onto your stomach. He forced your hips up, “Come on baby, arch for me.”

You complied, sitting up on your knees and leaning forward. All of your weight was on your palms, and arched your back the way Sunghoon wanted. You could hear rustling behind you before his hand came back to hold your hip.

“Think you can handle it?” He leaned down, his bare chest pressed against your back.

A scoff left your lips, “More than capable, but do you think you can handle this?”

“Mm, I don’t know” Sunghoon whispered, kissing down your back before pushing into you, “Definitely the best pussy I’ve ever had.”

You pushed your hips back against him, moaning at the stretch of his cock, “Definitely the best dick I’ve ever had.”

Sunghoon gave you a moment to adjust before fucking you back onto his cock at a fast pace. You tried to keep yourself up, but fell to your elbows and face smushed into the cushion below you.

One of Sunghoon’s hands snuck underneath your stomach and began rubbing figure eights into your clit, causing a borderline scream to escape your lips. He laughed at your reaction, letting up on you ever so slightly.

“God y/n,” He groaned, “I’ve never seen somebody go crazy for my dick like this before, must’ve really missed it.”

Sunghoon pushed your back down into a deeper arch, groaning when you clenched around him, “Fuck baby, you gonna squirt on this cock?”

The pleasure was too overbearing to the point only broken moans could leave your lips, the familiar knot in your abdomen was forming once again. Sunghoon’s brutal pace only quicked, causing a silent scream to escape from your mouth as you let your orgasm take over once again.

Sunghoon slipped out of you, slapping his tip against your sensitive folds as he looked at the mess between your thighs, “What a messy baby, squirting all over my dick like that.”

You could barely hold yourself up, trying to compose yourself as you came down from your high.

“You didn’t cum yet,” You breathed out, turning yourself to lay on your back, “And I wanna feel it.”

Sunghoon smirked at you, leaning down to kiss you as he slid himself back into your cunt, “Anything my pretty girl wants.”

You were busy sucking a hickey underneath his jawline as he fucked into you slowly, groaning into your ear.

“You’re the best fuck ever,” Sunghoon whispered, hips stuttering as he approached his own orgasm, “Nobody takes me as well as you do.”

A laugh escaped you, hands playing with his hair as you continued leaving small hickies down his neck, “Have fun explaining these to your other bitches.”

“You’re the only person I fuck, y/n,” He rolled his eyes, pulling out of you.

“Oh.” Is all you said, sitting up as you searched for your safety shorts, pulling them back over your hips.

Sunghoon threw his clothes back on lazily, stretching as he stood up, “Well, have a goodnight.”

“You aren’t gonna stay?”

He laughed as he kissed the top of your forehead, “Do I ever stay?”

Sunghoon gently kissed your lips before opening the door, “Call me?”

“What about your chain?”

“I’ll get it next time.”

“Who’s chain is that?” Jungwon asked, stopping in front of you with an accusing look, “That’s new.”

You scoffed, rolling your eyes at him, “It’s nobody’s, and like you said, it’s new.”

Jungwon stared at you, looking for any reason to accuse you of lying, “Are you still mad at me?”

The truth was, not really. You kind of forgot about Jungwon and Isa for the last few days, thanks to Sunghoon. He really knew how to make you forget things. Must be his dick.

“Nah,” You shrugged, “Don’t care. If you don’t mind though, I have practice.”

This time, Jungwon scoffed, “I know, we practice at the same time.”

You laughed at him, turning away and letting your hair hit him in the face, “If you are sorry, well, prove it.”

“See you after practice?”

Bingo! You thought to yourself, sparing him one more glance, “Sure.”

Jungwon watched as you walked away, noticing how good your ass looked in those shorts and how easily your hips swayed.

“Whatcha starin at?” Somebody asked from behind Jungwon, making him jump.

He sighed in relief when he saw that it was just Sunghoon, “Oh, nothing.”

Sunghoon’s eyes caught you just before you turned the corner, “Ah, nothing.”

Jungwon paused for a moment, eyes catching something he hadn't noticed until just now, “What happened to your necklace? The one you swore you wouldn’t take off even when you reached the pearly gates?”

“Oh,” Sunghoon said casually, “Needed to be cleaned, supposed to get it back soon.”

“Right,” Jungwon replied, “Let’s get to practice. I have plans.”

Jungwon met you at your apartment, waiting for you to open the door at any moment. He regretted wearing a sleeveless top in the nippy weather, but he knew that his arms made you go insane.

Finally, when you did open the door, Jungwon felt his slight annoyance melt away with how dolled up you were.

You wore a purple knitted headband, curls pushed back and spilling over your shoulders. You wore clear coated lip gloss and shimmering silver eyeshadow, matching your jewelry. Jungwon noticed something significant already missing.

“Took your new chain off, huh?” He asked, waiting for you to step to the side, “Guess you didn’t like it that much.”

“Guess not,” You rolled your eyes, moving to let him in, tightening your robe around you, “Sorry for the wait, I had to get ready.”

Jungwon winked at you, shutting the door as he followed you to your bedroom, “All dolled up for me, darling?”

“For myself,” You corrected, holding a candle in your palm and you lit it, “But I guess for you as well.”

He waited for you to come to him, leaning back on his arms as he watched you move, “You know, y/n, with you ditching me, I was wondering if there was somebody else who took my place.”

A cackle escaped your lips as you looked at him with a challenging look, “Took your place? Oh, I guess you noticed after you were done fucking my teammate when you know, you should’ve been in my bed.”

“One, I didn’t hook up with Isa,” Jungwon stated, “Just some heavy petting, and two, you know you’re the only girl I take seriously.”

“Grow up Jungwon, even you know that isn't true,” You stalked closer to him, “Because I don’t take you seriously.”

“Aw, you don’t?” He asked, sitting up and leaning towards you, “Such a shame, I would love to be your favorite on the roster.”

You met him halfway, “There is no roster. I thought you came to fuck, not try convince me you want to take me out or some shit.”

“I do wanna take you out, pretty girl,” Jungwon whispered, thumb grazing over your cheekbone, “And ruin everybody’s day.”

Jungwon laughed loudly as you pushed him back, slowly moving to straddle him, “You don’t think that would be fun?”

“Nope,’ You emphasized, coming nose to nose with him, “You’re just a sneaky link.”

A playful pout appeared on Jungwon’s face, “Aw man, if I knew that, I wouldn’t have let you borrow my necklace that I never got back, I might add.”

“Get it before you leave.” Is all you said before connecting your lips with his.

The two of you softly kiss for a while, Jungwon running his hands up and down your smooth thighs, squeezing them periodically.

Jungwon pushed his hips up into you eliciting a quiet moan from your plush lips. His hands move up to your hips, pushing them down as he rolls his up.

“Wonnie,” You whimper, fingers digging into his shoulders as you felt him harden underneath you, “Missed me bad, huh?”

Jungwon smirked up at you, his thumbs teasing at the waistband of your shorts, “The way you’re rubbing yourself on me, I think you missed me bad.”

You rolled your eyes as you removed yourself off his lap, Jungwon immediately sitting himself up on his elbows with a pout, “What are you doing?”

“I think you’re the one who missed me badly,” Was all you said before dropping to your knees and in between his legs, playing with the drawstrings of his joggers, “Take these off,”

Jungwon looked down at you, lifting his hips up to pull them down, kicking them off next to you. His thumb played with your bottom lip, pushing it into your mouth and smiling when you automatically started to suck.

“Such a good girl,” He cooed, pulling his thumb out and replacing it with the tip of his cock, “So me how good you can make me feel.”

Like second nature, you stuck your tongue out and Jungwon slapped his cock against it, forcing a moan out of you. Slowly, he pushed his cock into your mouth, groaning at the warmth.

His hand came behind you, putting your hair into a makeshift ponytail as he pushed you down on his length, making you gag.

Your hands gripped his thighs, hands digging in as he began to fuck your mouth, letting out soft moans around him.

“Your mouth feels so fucking good,” Jungwon moaned out, tugging on your hair a bit tighter, “Fuck.”

All you could do was moan, bringing a hand to wrap around the base of his cock, eliciting a string of moans from Jungwon.

Jungwon’s thrusts got sloppy, and you knew he was getting close to his orgasam. His hips stuttered as you squeezed the base of his cock and sucked harshly on the tip.

Jungwon’s hand pushed you as far down on his cock as he could, his cum spilling down your throat as he let out a loud whine.

That was new.

You waited a few more moments before pulling off his cock, looking up at him.

What a sight to behold, your eyes were watering and your shimmering eyeshadow was running down your cheeks. Jungwon was pretty damn sure that your lip gloss was on the base of his dick, but who’s paying attention to details.

His hand stroked your hair, adjusting your headband before pulling you back onto the bed.

“Still doing okay?” Jungwon asked, looking down at you and rubbing your thigh gently.

You gave him an enthusiastic nod, lifting your hips as he pulled down your shorts and panties.

Jungwon ran two figures between your folds, biting his lip as he looked at the wetness that coated them, “So wet just from sucking dick, huh.”

“Stop,” You covered your face in embarrassment, because Jungwon knew you like the back of his hand, unfortunately.

“I like it,” He cooed, rubbing your clit and taking in your moans, “Glad to know I make you this wet, only I can make you this wet, huh?”

That wasn’t entirely true. . . but it’s not like Jungwon knew about the other people you see in explicit detail, and it’s also not like he tells you about his other endeavors.

“Just you, Wonnie.” You moaned out, hand wrapping around his wrist as he continued rubbing your clit.

He leaned down to kiss you harshly, slipping two fingers into your cunt and causing you to cry out.

Jungwon fucked his fingers in and out of you as he sucked hickeys into your neck, it completely slipping your mind what he was doing.

One of your hands was tangled in his hair, tugging on it while the other hand was wrapped around Jungwon’s cock.

He was particularly whiny, which is new, Jungwon doesn’t typically whine despite you telling him how hot it was to hear.

“Won,” You moaned as he continued sucking on your neck, “Fuck me already, please.”

“Condom?”

“In the usual spot.”

Jungwon pulled himself away from you, leaning over and opening the drawer. He rummaged around before pulling the foiled package out and slipping the condom on.

“Ready?”

You nodded, moaning at the stretch as Jungwon pushed into your cunt slowly.

Jungwon waited a few moments to let you adjust before slowly moving his hips, “Fuck, your cunt feels so good around me.”

His pace began to pick up, causing you to dig your nails into the back of his t-shirt and moaning against his neck.

There wasn’t much to think about except how good Jungwon fucked you, and your mouth couldn’t fix itself to say much besides his name.

You lifted your hips to meet his own, causing his cock to hit your sweet spot and have you seeing stars.

Broken moans and the slapping of skin were the only noises that filled the room, your hands moved all over Jungwon’s back.

Jungwon was getting close, the way his hips stuttered and his eyes squeezed tight.

“Close so soon?” You tried to tease, but immediately regretted it when Jungwon thrusted particularly hard into you, “Let me finish on top.”

He shook his head, “No baby, have to make up for making you upset. Let me do the work, you just lay here like the good girl you are.”

With words like that, how could you resist being a pillow princess right now? Jungwon wrapped your leg around his waist, moving his hand to rub your clit as he fucked into you with more passion.

“Your cunt feels so good, y/n,” He moaned into your ear, “Nobody could take my cock the way you do.”

Instead of coming up with a reply to Jungwon, you just grinded back onto his hips, helping yourself reach your own orgasm.

“Won,” You whimpered as he continued rubbing your clit in figure eights, “‘M so close.”

“Finish baby,” Jungwon kissed down your neck, “Cum on this dick, make it yours.”

You arched your back and your eyes rolled to the back of your head as your orgasm hit you, clenching down on Jungwon which pushed him over the edge, spilling into the condom.

Jungwon rested on his elbows as he looked down at you, taking in the sight of how fucked out you were, “Your pussy is for sure the best I’ve ever had.”

“That’s quite a compliment considering how many girls ran through you,” You teased, kissing his forehead, “But get off, you’re heavy.”

He winced as he pulled out, standing up to dispose of the condom before coming back to you.

By time he reached the room, you already cleaned up and scrolling on your phone, “Didn’t even let me clean you up.”

You just hummed in response, “Are you staying or going?”

He scoffed, pulling his joggers back on and fixing his shirt, “As if you ever let me stay, plus, I’m seeing somebody else after this.”

What an ass, you thought, rolling your eyes before turning back onto your side.

“Whatever, grab your necklace before you go.”

Jungwon visibly frowned at your nonchalant behavior, but turned to your dresser to retrieve his prized necklace.

His fingers danced over the cherry-wood box, opening the side where you normally keep your necklaces. He ran his index finger over the necklaces, stopping on a familiar one.

His eyes must be fucking with him, they had to be.

There is absolutely no way he is touching a necklace that has PSH on the clasp. A necklace that he knew was one of a kind. One that he never saw the true owner without.

“Holy shit,” He whispered, grabbing his necklace and slamming the door shut a bit too hard, hoping you wouldn’t notice.

You were too engrossed in your phone to notice, were you texting Sunghoon?

“Bye.” Jungwon bit out, trying to subside his anger as you bid your farewells.

This was fucking great.

You haven’t heard from Sunghoon or Jungwon in about a week and a half. It was quite odd seeing that Sunghoon always texted back, and Jungwon reached out first.

Every time you tried to catch their eyes at practice, they would revert on their own and focus on whatever they were doing more intensely.

Jungwon always acted like that though, and he was the one who went to see Isa after he was with you, so you’re not sure why he was upset.

Sunghoon said you were the only one he was seeing, and he always wanted to see you when your schedule allowed for it.

Did they figure out that you were– No that is impossible. There is no way they would have reason to even talk about you. Sunghoon maybe, but Jungwon? Absolutely not.

Even then, Jungwon is not the type to keep quiet about something like that.

This bothered you, but what could you do when they avoided you like the plague?

Nothing, the best thing would be to act nonchalant to see who cracks first.

And that’s what you would do.

Game on.

It was Friday night, which meant it was game night. Playoffs were tonight, and you needed to make sure you looked and did your best tonight.

You glanced at yourself in the mirror, admiring the work you did. There is no way that those two can resist you tonight. From the shimmering eyeshadow to your glossy lips to the two necklaces that adorned your neck, your plan was now in motion.

The hard part would be to not look at them if they looked at you, probably harder than you imagine it to be because you face the court all night.

When the game started, you stood in front of the locker room that the team comes out of, holding your hands together as you anticipated their arrival.

As soon as you saw the doors move ever so lightly, you began your call off to the other girls that it was time.

The anger, annoyance, and the small sliver of excitement rippled through you as you stomped and shaked while the basketball team ran out on the court.

Of course, Sunghoon and Jungwon would be last to come out of the locker room, so you tried your hardest to keep your eyes forward, staring at your teammate across from you.

However, your facade almost slipped when Sunghoon glanced your way for just a second, eyeing you as you cheered for him.

You almost stumbled over yourself trying to get back to the stands after that, wanting to quickly shake such an interaction from your mind.

It was going to be a long night.

And it was a long night indeed. You had no idea that the team your school was playing had such good skill. Maybe it’s time to return back to your MaxPrep days after this.

There were a few fleeting moments of Sunghoon and Jungwon looking at you, but you only watched them out of your peripheral vision, not letting either of them have the satisfaction of you looking their way.

Instead, you would send flirty looks to another player, Jay? You think that was his name. Who cares? He was hot, plus you just wanted Jungwon and Sunghoon to give you attention.

For the remainder of the game, you focused on leading your team and hoping the two noticed you ignoring them, rather focusing on their blonde teammate.

The buzzer rang indicating that the game was over, and unlike last week, your team won by a plethora of points.

Winning this game meant your team was heading for playoffs, quite a comeback from the insane loss of last week.

You were sure the basketball team and by extension, the cheerleading team, would be out celebrating together.

Was Sunghoon or Jungwon going to be there? Shit, who cares. Maybe Jay will.

If either of them won’t give you attention, their teammate definitely will.

“y/n,” One of your teammates, Isa, came up to you as you were grabbing your cheer bag from underneath the bleachers, “Are you coming to NV?”

You shrugged, “Depends on who’s going.”

“All of the basketball team,” She purred, twirling hair around one of her manicured fingers, “Jungwon asked me to invite the girls.

Dickhead. You thought, but let the smile remain on your lips, “Sure. When are we going?”

“Now.”

“In our uniforms?” You asked, “Kind of tacky.”

Isa’s smile seemed a bit too sweet, “Well, we figured we would win, so we talked about it earlier this week. Everybody brought something to change into.”

“Must’ve missed that memo,” You rolled your eyes, knowing that it must’ve been somewhat purposeful that nobody told you, “But luckily, I have clothes in my car.”

Thank God you never cleaned your car out from that one time Sunghoon fucked you in the backseat.

“See you there,” Isa sang as you sauntered off to your vehicle.

You hummed to yourself as you threw your duffle into your trunk, not noticing the tall figure standing next to you.

A yelp left you when you did take notice, and it was none other than Park Sunghoon. He was wearing a simple white button down and jeans.

He looked good, but you didn’t want to show any interest in him, not right now anyway.

“Do you have my necklace by any chance?” He asked, eyes looking everywhere but your face, clearly nervous.

You scoffed, pulling it from underneath your cropped turtleneck, quickly unclasping it and practically throwing it at him.

He caught it, but he still stood there, “You’re not going to speak to me?”

Turning towards him, your eyebrows furrowed and stepped closer, “Just returning the fucking favor, Sunghoon.”

Now he had the audacity to roll his eyes, “Well, given what I know, it was warranted.”

“What the fuck are you even talking about?” You threw your arms up, “Was I supposed to just text you and beg for your attention?”

“Clearly that wasn’t needed, seeing how you were eye fucking Jay,” He spat, “Who’s next? My roommate Heeseung? My fraternity brother Jake? God already knows you conquested Jungwon.”

You took a step back, trying to mask your horror of him knowing this, “Don't threaten me with a good time. I’ll make sure they leave a Google review too. You’re not my boyfriend, Sunghoon. What do you care who I fuck?”

Sunghoon’s face had a flash of hurt, “I know I’m not, y/n. But Jungwon is my friend, and you should’ve told me. I don’t know why you didn’t.”

You ran your hand down your jaw, looking down at your feet in shame, “Because Sunghoon, Jungwon and I just fuck. He is just a sneaky link, and I’m just a sneaky link to him. There’s a whole roster, and I know he doesn’t take me seriously. Same for you. We just. . . fuck, and just because you said there wasn’t anybody else doesn’t mean that’s entirely true.”

A sigh left Sunghoon’s lips, “y/n, I like you. I think you’re great, and I thought I made that clear.”

“But you didn’t,” You felt your heart contracting, as if it were tightening up, “You only came over to fuck, and I begged you to stay. Every time. Which is fine, that’s what we did, so don’t try to make me feel bad for fucking your friend because I don’t feel bad.”

“I let you wear my necklace, that’s clearly meaningful. I’m never without it, so sorry I didn’t stay the night, but I showed it in other ways.”

“God,” You laughed at him pathetically, “You sound even more delusional than your friend. You like me so much to fuck me and let me wear your necklace, but don’t stay the night. At least Jungwon was semi-realistic.”

“Oh so now you’re comparing us?” Sunghoon laughed, squeezing his jaw, “Who’s better then, huh?”

“Don’t.” You spat, slamming the trunk of your car closed, “Your ego is already fucking bruised.”

Sunghoon moved closer to you, “Oh, you think Jungwon’s better then, huh? He makes you squirt all on his dick and into an incoherent mess?”

“Well—no,” You began, breath hitching as Sunghoon continued to move closer, “But he does things better than you do.”

“Like what?” His hands reach out to grab your waist, pulling you close to him, “Tell me so I can show you how much better than I am.”

“That’s not being a good friend,” You whisper, fingers playing with the ends of his hair, “But he is a way better kisser than you.”

Sunghoon closed the gap between you two, his plush lips warm against your own. You moved your arms to wrap around his neck, gently biting down on his lip to push your tongue into his mouth.

He moved his hands to your thighs, fingers dancing over the hem of your cheer skirt. They slowly began to creep underneath the thin material, making you shiver at the contact.

“Starting without me?” Somebody interjected, causing the two of you to pull away.

Your face became hot when you saw Jungwon standing there, a wide grin and arms crossed.

“Don’t be embarrassed now,” He continued, “Sunghoon just can’t seem to accept the fact that I had you first and I’m better.”

Sunghoon rolled his eyes, “In your dreams.”

“Tell him,” Jungwon motioned towards you, “Tell him how I make you whine.”

“Um,” You bit your lip, “Actually, I’m the one who makes you whine.”

It was Jungwon’s turn to blush as Sunghoon let out a very loud cackle, “That’s great, but I’m still better.”

“I think we should let y/n decide,” Jungwon shrugged, trying to take the heat off him, “y/n?”

You pondered for a few moments, trying to piece together what exactly he’s asking, “Like. . . now?”

“Not here,” Jungwon giggled, “But maybe your place?”

The heat between your legs seems to be unbearable, fucking Jungwon and Sunghoon? Did you die and go to heaven?

“Yeah,” You nodded almost too enthusiastically, “But what about NV?”

“What about it?” Sunghoon asked, wrapping an arm around your shoulders, “Let’s go, angel.”

You slid into the driver’s seat, waiting for the two boys to get in the car. You felt like you were shaking the entire ride home, with excitement and nerves.

There’s a lot of things you’ve done, but a threesome? Never.

The two boys were silent, probably feeling the same nerves of anticipation that you were.

Pulling into your driveway, you shakily put your car in park and practically ran up the slope to your front door.

Your grip on the keys were tight, trying to not drop them. When you heard the soft click, you pushed the door open and the rep followed in behind you.

Kicking your shoes off, you turned around to face Jungwon and Sunghoon. You bit your lip, waiting for one of them to say or do something, anything.

“Um,” Sunghoon coughed, “So?”

Jungwon busted out in laughter, ignoring the glare Sunghoon shot at him, “You never had a threesome before?”

You and Sunghoon both shook your heads no, causing Jungwon to step forward and wrap an arm around your waist, “Well, I’ll show you how to do this, Hoon.”

Jungwon looked down at you, a glint in his eyes as you leaned in closer. You could feel his breath fanning across your lips, gently pressing his lips onto yours.

The kiss started off gently, hands gripping your waist as your arms wrapped around his neck. Jungwon’s fingers delicately slipped underneath your top, grazing your back. As he bit your lower lip gently, Jungwon pushed his tongue into your mouth as you felt a presence behind you.

Sunghoon pressed himself into your back, hands dancing underneath your skirt. Jungwon’s kiss got more feverish, fingers moving to the front of your top. His thumbs circling your nipples over your sports bra, eliciting a moan from you.

Jungwon pulled away from you, forcing you to turn and face Sunghoon now, who looked like he wanted to devour you.

His lips crashed against yours, replacing his hands back under your skirt and resting on your ass. You pushed into his hold, moaning into his mouth when Jungwon’s nimble fingers found their way underneath your sports bra.

You whimpered when Jungwon pinched your nipples, rolling them between his fingers as Sunghoon squeezed your ass. The safety shorts you wore under your skirt felt uncomfortable as they cling to your thighs the more wet you got.

Sunghoon pulls your shorts down, waiting for you to kick them off your feet before he slides his hands between your thighs to your cunt. He dragged his fingers between your folds, circling your clit to elicit a moan from you.

You gripped his forearm and leaned back into Jungwon, who was still playing with your tits.

Jungwon leaned down, placing kisses and hickies along your neck. You exhaled roughly through your nostrils when Sunghoon slipped a finger into you.

The two men found a rhythm between themselves, Sunghoon pumping his lithe fingers in and out of your cunt while Jungwon used one hand to pinch your nipples, the other rubbing your clit.

Your knees went weak minutes ago, pressing your weight between the two boys and making borderline pornographic noises. Sunghoon smirked at you, picking the pace of his movements up and Jungwon made slow figure eights on your clit.

Pressure rose in your stomach, the familiar knot beginning to form and Sunghoon noticed, watching how your thighs spasmed.

He picked up the pace of his fingers, leaning in to attach his lips to one of your nipples and suck harshly.

A string of moans escaped from your lips, one hand wrapping around Jungwon to grip his forearm and the other on Sunghoon’s back.

You tighten your thighs around Sunghoon’s hand as you reach your orgasm. His lips muffled the borderline scream that left you.

It took you a few ragged breaths to untangle yourself from this awkward position, Sunghoon pulling his fingers out of your cunt and into his mouth.

Fuck, he’s so hot. You felt like you could go again.

“I need to fuck you, like now.” Sunghoon said, interrupting your train of thought, pulling away from you momentarily.

Jungwon unattached himself as well, quickly pulling his shirt over his head and somewhere in your living room.

You followed suit, pushing the rest of your sports bra up and over, keeping your eyes on the two men in front of you.

Sunghoon pulled his sweats off, no underwear, slut. The tip of his dick red and leaking precum already.

He grabbed you by your waist, bringing you to sit on his lap when he settled onto your couch.

“How should we do this?” Sunghoon asked, looking at Jungwon, then at you.

You shrugged while Jungwon tapped on his chin thoughtfully.

“Have her ride you in reverse so I can get a taste of that sweet cunt,” Jungwon purred, winking at you when he noticed your flustered look.

Sunghoon kisses your shoulder before effortly turning you around, “You heard him, angel.”

You wrapped your hand around the base of Sunghoon’s cock, stroking it a few times before pushing the head into your heat.

His head rested against the couch as you slowly sunk down, your walls clenching at the stretch that was painfully delicious.

It took a few minutes for you to adjust, laying your back against Sunghoon’s chest. His lips dance against the nape of your neck.

Jungwon’s fingers dug into the plush skin of your thighs and he brought himself closer to you.

Sunghoon’s hands gripping your waist in a way that you were sure would leave bruises as he started to move you on his dick.

A string of moans left your lips as his thick cock split you open. Jungwon waited before you adjusted before he finally put his lips on your clit.

Your hands tangled in Jungwon’s hair as Sunghoon continued fucking you, causing your clit to hit Jungwon’s nose.

Whimpers left the younger boy’s lips as he ate you out with vigor, pushing you closer to your peak.

“You feel so good around me, y/n,” Sunghoon groaned, “It’s like this pussy was made for me.”

You were too fucked out to even come up with a coherent response, letting out a whimper and clenching around Sunghoon’s dick.

Jungwon continued eating you out, slipping his tongue into your cunt alongside Sunghoon. The grip you had on his hair was probably painful, but if it was, Jungwon didn’t seem to mind.

“Isn’t Wonnie so nice to help me fuck you into oblivion baby?” Sunghoon whispered, “Go on, show him how I make you finish.”

You squeezed your eyes tightly shut when Sunghoon practically slammed you back on his tongue as Jungwon’s tongue deliciously pushed into you.

A familiar coil in your stomach began to come undone, whimpers and moans leaving your lips as you let both men use you.

Jungwon pulled his tongue out as your cunt forced Sunghoon out, liquid spraying all over your thighs and Jungwon’s face.

“You ever make her do that?” Sunghoon smirked at the younger boy, pushing back into you.

Jungwon rolled his eyes, but a glint of pleasantries were in his eyes, “y/n, baby, can I fuck your throat?”

A chuckle escaped both their lips as you desperately nodded, tongue out waiting for him.

Hurriedly, he pushed his shorts and boxers down, pressing the head of his dick against your tongue.

You swiped over the tip quickly, eyes rolling back as precum seeped into your mouth.

“Such a doll,” Jungwon groaned, pushing his dick further into your mouth, “Choke on it baby.”

His head hit the back of your throat bluntly, causing your eyes to water as he started to thrust into it.

You used a hand to wrap around the base of his dick as Sunghoon began to thrust up into you again.

Both men found a rhythm of fucking you, muffled noises leaving your mouth as you took Jungwon.

“Fuck,” Sunghoon’s head fell back against the couch, “I’m so fucking close.”

You pulled off of Jungwon, the younger boy whining from the loss of contact, but you paid him no mind.

Your watery eyes locked with Sunghoon, leaning in to whisper, “Finish in me.”

Sunghoon’s eyes rolled back as he began to fuck into you with even more vigor, you going back to Jungwon’s dick.

The younger’s hand coming to the back of your head to push you flush against his pelvic bone, spurts of cum shooting down your throat.

You swallowed all you could, some dribbling down the side of your mouth as you pulled off with a wet pop.

Jungwon tsk’d, wiping it up before shoving his thumb into your mouth, “What a shame, normally you take it all, baby.”

You wrapped your own hand around his wrist, continuing to suck on his finger as Sunghoon’s cum filled you to the brim.

A squeal left your lips as your orgasam approached, thighs shaking and feeling such a pleasure of ecstasy.

The room was silent for a few minutes, jagged breathing heard from all three of you as you processed what just happened.

Sunghoon whimpered from the overstimulation of you on his dick, gently lifting you up as he pulled his dick out. You felt empty with the loss of contact, but laid against the arm of the couch as you recovered from an intense orgasm.

“So,” Jungwon was the first to speak, “Since I didn’t get to fuck you, I believe that this experiment is inconclusive, and we should test it again.”

Your eyes widened as a laugh escaped you, looking at Sunghoon.

“You’re so on.”

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