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cyncialwoo · 4 months ago

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Lies Dipped in Rococo

-pairing: hyunggu x reader, huitaek x reader

-genre: angst, smut, rococo au, the progress of love???

-words: 7k words

-warnings: a bit of yelling,

-a/n: This one was in the works for a while. I might release a part two... if it goes well, and maybe separate endings. I just wanted to put something out there. I'm still active I swear!!! Thank you all for support!! >>Masterlist

Rococo is an art style, a lifestyle. Organically shaped and covered in gold and pastel colors. Putting an innocent tone over paintings that aren’t so innocent, for tea rooms where women gossip. The high life of the French.

You sat in the tea room with the other ladies. You had on your best fake smile. You were the youngest out of all of them. Recently, you married the high priest. It was arranged, of course, but he was quite handsome. His name was Kang Hyunngu. Unlike your husband, you grew up in a noble lifestyle. He climbed his way to the top.

You hummed at one of the lady’s comments. You weren’t listening to what she was saying. You were staring at the panties around the room. One caught your eye, a picture of naked figures on the sea with putti above them.

“I see you like the painting I added to my collection.” She smiled at you. Her name was…. You could not seem to remember her first name. But her last name stuck out to you. You were still new to this group. Learning all of their names would take time.

“Ah yes, Mrs. Beaumont. What is the name of the painting?” You gained the attention of the ladies in the room. Most of them didn’t have an eye for art. You knew of some that would have their maids.

“The Triumph of Venus by Francious Boucher.” She let out a slight smile while sipping her tea. You nodded back to her and let the conversation move elsewhere.

The piece stuck with you throughout the day. It could be because of the erotic nature of the painting. She had planned a day to go to the academy to look at the new pieces. You took care of most of the finances in the relationship. It was the only task that you had that wasn’t mundane.

When you went to his office, he barely looked at you when the two of you were talking about taking over the finances. He replied with one word and pointed at the finance books. You didn’t know him too well at that time. He didn’t know you too well either.

You picked up the books and looked back at him. He hadn’t looked up from his papers to see you out. It seemed that he did not have even a bit of interest in you. You didn’t talk to him much after you left his office that day. The two of you had never sat down and had a proper conversation. With you, he was reserved and you were the same with him. Neither of you would open up.

You had been home since the meeting at the Beaumonts' place. You were going over the spending for the month, what was in savings, and what were the allowances. You were in your own office, like a hermit. Most days you wouldn’t dare to come out ‘til supper. There was no reason to stroll, but now you wanted to explore art galleries. You were looking down at the finance book, how much money should be put away for artwork? How much did it cost to be a patron?

You could send a letter to some ladies, but you know how judgemental they are. You could ask your head maid to do some digging on others. You were reading about the art world, trying to get as much information as possible.

You had been alone for a while when someone entered the room. You didn’t pay it too much attention at first until a shadow had loomed over you. You looked up to meet the eyes of your husband.

“To what do I owe the pleasure of seeing you this late in my office?” You gave him a smile reaching out your hand. He took it and placed a small kiss. It was a flirty gesture you made at him, but a large smile reciprocated it.

“I hope you will be this public for our upcoming ball.” You raised your eyebrows at his words. Hyunggu wasn’t a social type of person.

“A ball? Us? We barely attend others, and you want me to host?” You added a bit of a playful tone in your voice even though the matter was serious. Your fake concern was seen, but not spoken on. Although it was true, you did not attend many balls when the two of you married. People didn’t see you and Hyunngy together outside in public often. This would be a first. “I was hoping for a change. I want to present our name as something grand. I am sure you can handle hosting”

You hummed for a bit. “I can handle hosting and planning, but can you handle all the aristocrats? They can be quite annoying.” No matter how much you wanted to add to a pet name, you held yourself back. He hadn’t gone that far with you, and you wouldn’t with him.

“I can’t wait to see how you pull it together. It is in a month. That should give you enough time.” He gave you one final smile before he left the room. He didn’t prolong the conversation, but you wanted him to. The conversation was a bit longer, and you thought you had kept the mood up. So why didn’t Hyunggu talk to you for just a little while longer? He seriously drove you crazy.

You were busy the rest of the week trying to design some theme for your home and party. You were still hung up on the artistic style of rococo and decided to go with that as a theme. It was a new and upcoming style. It would make the two of you seem more stylish than you gave off. And you had to budget the whole ball plus the gowns. To you– that was the most important part of the event. It would probably cost more than the catering and cake.

You knew one thing for certain, you were going to be locked inside your office for the rest of the day.

The ball rolled around, and you were exhausted from all the planning. You had your maids help her get ready, the dress, the makeup, the hair. There was a sense of pride when you walked downstairs and saw the array of flowers and colors of pastels. Some of the paintings that you ordered have come and were displayed.

Your husband walked up to you, “It looks amazing such as you do.” You smiled. You felt flattered.

“Thank you.”

You sat on a couch sipping tea while watching your husband converse with others. It was a big party with a large guest list. You thought that you were in over your head inviting people that were of a higher class than you. Especially this one noble family. Their son was best friends with the prince. You didn’t expect them to arrive, but it still was a way to get your name out there.

Your made rushed to you whispering in your ear that they had arrived. You jolted up, the excitement was too much. You followed the maid to where. You were too stunned to speak just follow. It felt like there was no possible way that this man could be in your house right now.

You walked up to him, still beaming with excitement. “Nice to meet you, Mr Lee. Thank you for coming to my event tonight.” When you looked up at him you could feel your heart beating faster. He had a sweet puppy-like face and was too handsome. Now you were glad he came to your event.

“Now that I’ve met you, I can say that I’ve come for a good cause.” He reached out his hand to your own slowly bending down to kiss it without making eye contact. There was heat in your cheeks. “Why don’t you show me around your lovely home?” There was a look in his eye, something of interest.

You showed him around your house, ending up in your private library on a couch. The two of you were laughing. You had to say, he got some good conversation out of you. The more you two drank, the more handsy Hui had gotten. His hands hovering above your own and his eyes rarely broke contact with your own. You sucked in a breath before you took another sip of champagne. It had already been late when Hui arrived at the party, heavens knows what time it is now.

The two of you were still in deep conversation when your maid slipped into the room looking a bit nervous. She tapped you on the shoulder. “Erm… I just wanted to (warn) tell you that your husband has been looking for you and is headed to the library. Most of the guests have left by now.”

You brushed it off waving your hand in the air, “It’s probably about the clean-up and what to do next.” You had a smile on your face with a pink tint on your cheeks. It was Hyunggu and he didn’t talk much to you. He only spoke business because, technically, you were part of his business image.

“Oh dear, does that mean I have to part ways with you already? I thought we were just getting started,” Hui added as he snuck his hand under your own and laid a kiss upon it once more. He had an enamored look in his eyes now like he got a taste of what he was looking for.

The made to you two was once again a ghost, and nothing else existed but the sound of your voices and the heat between your bodies. The only thing that would break the trance would be two hands on your shoulders. Surprised, you looked behind you to find Hyunggu. “Oh, Dear! You have to meet my new friend. He says my home is lovely and–”

“I'm sure our home is lovely, you designed it after all, but shouldn’t I be the one to talk business with the man, I am the husband.” He didn’t leave much room for you to respond, tightening his grip on your shoulders. You spoke no more.

“Ah, we should soon. Let’s make a date where I can come over again.” Hui had a smug look that anyone could mistake for liquor. But the way that Hui made a quick glance at you, made your heart skip a beat.

“You’re right. Tonight has already gone too far. I’ll walk you to the door.” Hui stood up and you watched him. Hyunggu had finally lifted his harsh grip from your shoulders. You stood up as well, but the men were already half out of the door. Hui looked back at you and gave you a wink with a soft smile.

You had returned to your room undressing, bathing, dressing, and slipping into bed with a book. Hui gave you a recommendation from your library, and you promised to read it. You had walked around the library with Hui before sitting down and talking. Hui was an observer, the way he watched you talk, and the way he examined the room. While the two of you walked around the book collection, he suddenly pulled out a book and gave it to you. You smiled to yourself holding the book to your chest. There was a knock at your door that interrupted your flashback– or shall I say daydream. “Come in.” You said in a soft voice to the person on the other side of the door.

Hyunggu opened it, only now you were able to see his eyes. Angry, almost, but for a reason that you don’t know. You only turned to him to see who walked into your room, then turned back to your book.

Your husband bored you and to you, whatever he was going to say would not make it any better, so you went back to your book. You heard him sigh, maybe it was the stress from hosting such a huge party. You flipped the page.

“Do you have any shame?” Hyunggu said in a slightly irritated voice. It was clear he was trying to hold himself back, but the venom slipped through the cracks.

“What?” You said now putting your book aside. You looked directly at him.

“You disappear for half of the night into some secluded room, and you don’t think people will talk. Especially with that man’s ties with the prince?!” There was urgency in Hyunggu’s voice. He ran his hands through his hair. He was still angry, now you looked at him, analyzing him. He hadn’t changed from his attire from the part. He looked like he had been sweaty. You were sure it had been some time since Hyunggu walked Hui out the front door. So what had he been doing since then?

Either way, he was coming for you, almost accusing you of adultery. Sure, you didn’t like Hyunggu as a husband, but you did have some respect for the man. “So this is about image? Because if it is–”

“It’s not about image it’s about the fact that my WIFE was gone half of the night and I didn’t even have an answer as to where you were. God, I had to ask your maid for an idea. The event went well if people weren’t asking for your appearance half of the damn time.”

“You don’t like me by your side if you mind me reminding you.”

“And when I did seem to find you when everyone else was gone, you were with a man. A man? What do you think about how he thinks of me now? So oblivious that I can allow my wife to slip away? “ He didn’t even hear your statement. He was ignoring you just blabbering on and then he got to the part about Hui’s glances. “He was looking you up and down undressing you with his eyes. In my house! He was thinking of undressing YOU. IN. MY. HOUSE.”

“Have you been drinking, Hyunggu?” You said without giving too much thought to what was coming out of your mouth. You were starting to become concerned.

“THATS NOT IMPORTANT.” Hyunggu was pacing around the room now. He was in over his head angry. A part of you was scared. This normally quiet man of your husband was now yelling in your bedroom.

“I think you need to calm down.” You said with a little more urge in your voice. You were ready for him to leave and didn't know how to calm Hyunggu down. He was still walking back and forth when you got up from your bed walking toward him. You cupped his face, “You need to calm down.” You spoke softly to him, looking into his eyes. “Okay?” He looked back in yours before he ripped his face out of your grasp, and stormed out of the room slamming the doors.

You didn’t sleep that night, the book acted as a source of comfort.

You had been avoiding meeting hyunggu ever since the incident in your room. Dinner was the only time that you couldn’t escape from him. Neither of you had spoken either. You avoided eye contact from him, or read your book at the dinner table.

You awaited Hui’s return, but perhaps he did not mean it when he said he would visit again. You spent your time in your drawing room, embroidering, reading, painting, and anything to pass the time. Going on strolls in the garden behind your house was your new favorite pastime. It felt more and more empty with every day, and you asked for more flowers and asked for more statues. You needed something more than an empty garden.

You searched for some type of fulfillment for your boredom. You frequented as many teas and balls as you could in hopes of running into Hui again. Especially at balls, since you had met him on your own. It was a new move trying to go to all of the events of the social season since you weren’t that high of a noble. You needed the connections, so you had the ball in the first place, but you didn’t see much of a chance moving up in the ranks.

You did get the attention of many of the lady’s husbands, which got you somewhere in mentioning your husband. Even though you were not interested in Hyunggu as much, you still had to stick by him. Who else was going to support your endeavors in art? You could think of one person but still could not find him anywhere.

You were getting ready for another ball you frequented with or without your husband. Sometimes Hyunggu would “tag along” for the connections that were there. This ball in particular, Hyunggu did not fancy it at all. You didn’t hear anything from the staff about him getting ready or wanting to go.

You left your estate feeling free since there wouldn’t be someone’s (hyunggu’s) eyes on you all night. You walked into the ball, the lights were dim creating a sense of ambiance. You wandered about most of the ball. You weren’t much of a dancer, but more of a socialite.

You were laughing with one of the ladies you usually have tea with when someone tapped you on the shoulder. You turned yourself around and met Hui’s eyes. You curtsied to him, and he took your hand again to kiss it. His lips left a small fire burning on your hand for the rest of the night. “I have not seen you in so long.” You smiled up at him. You wanted to say that you missed him, but it felt like too much.

“I am not an easy man to come across.” He had a sly look on his face as if he had won something. He held onto your hand escorting you somewhere more quiet, like before. You could tell he liked his privacy.

“I can tell, you never called when you say you would.” You remarked in a slightly pouty tone. You would not give him too much, not yet at least. “At this point, you are just... teasing” You looked up into his eyes looking for something, and was met with a soft smile.

“I did not think even if I were to call, that your husband would accept it. I am glad you felt the same way I have.” His hands lingered on yours, holding them. The two of you were outside in the garden. The sky was clear and full of stars.

“What feeling do we share?” You asked inching towards him. The moonlight only made him look more dreamy.

“The feeling of something igniting every time your skin touched. The passion.” His hands holding your upper arm. “That is why you were looking for me again, is it not?”

“You looked down at your own hands, “That is why. I do miss your company and our conversation. Which is why I wish you could visit me in my garden. It is empty, almost like my house. Like my heart when you are not next to me.”

He tucked a hair behind your ear as an excuse to hold your face. “Then I will meet you in that garden.” He leaned in to kiss you, and it was soft. You leaned more into him grabbing him by his waist, and he grabbed you by yours in return. You smiled into the kiss, as he ran his hands up into your hair.

He pushed you up against the wall, as the two of you became breathless. His hands were still in your hair tugging at it making the kiss deeper. He pulled away after a few moments trying to catch his breath. “We both can’t continue this here nor today.” Hui was looking down at the ground. His hands were on his hips as he thought of a solution to both of your dilemmas. “I shall have to visit your garden sometime…” Hui said, looking at you with a smile.

“We should get back to the ball now before we are missed.” You replied and linked your arm with his. The two of you walked back to the ball to enjoy the rest of your night dancing and talking with Hui. You enjoyed his company more than Hyunggu’s. You felt like you had known Hui for an entire lifetime.

You spent more and more time in the garden. New flowers were blossoming, and your statues came in. There was one you put on a pedestal– an angel. He looked like he was sitting and had a finger in front of his mouth hushing. Two other statues sat on the ground. They were angels, one hugging the other. You smiled to yourself proud of the way you had decorated the garden, but it was missing something. The trees around your garden looked overgrown. The biggest tree had a branch that seemed to curl into itself. You couldn’t put to your mind what you were missing just yet. You walked around more of your garden seeing where else you could put statues. You had a thing for putti, the little devious angles that were found everywhere. It was too cute and fitting for Hyunggu’s job.

You smiled to yourself looking over at your garden one last time. You turned to head back to your estate when your maid ran to you with a letter in her hand. “A.. Letter… from Marquis Lee.” As soon as those words left her mouth you beamed and ran to her to retrieve the letter. Your two dogs barked in the back of her. One was a brown and white cocker spaniel who was perfectly groomed and a Coton de Tulear, who was more energetic. Coco, who was the white puppy, and Ava, who was the brown and white puppy both ran up to you before you could get your hands on the letter. You giggled playing with the puppies, for a moment before making sure to take the letter and shove it into a pocket of your dress for safekeeping. You continued to run around the garden playing fetch with the puppies.

You had been out there for somewhat of an hour when you felt someone’s eyes on you. You turned around to see Hyunngu leaning on a pole of your veranda. He had a soft smile for a moment before he got caught. He made his way towards you, and you called the dogs to your side as you walked to meet up with him. “Did you need my presence?” You said as you curtseyed a little at him.

“No, but you can say it was missed. You are usually inside.” Hyunggu said as he looked around at your backyard. It had changed since the last time he had been back here. It bloomed with your taste and creativity. He allowed himself to smile, admiring what you did to the place. “I think I know what your garden is missing… I shall order it and have it installed.”

“I already have more statues on the way,” you said. You guessed earlier that the garden missed more statues. Your garden needed a story of itself to tell, and to you, statues would fix that.

Hyunggu chuckled a little, “No not that. Something else. Exotic, but I think you will enjoy it.” He nodded to himself before looking down at the two pups following you. “Seems that you liked my wedding gifts as well.” He felt proud of himself with that one.

“I have grown attached to them, yes.” You answered Hyunngu bending down to ruffle Coco’s soft white furr. Dogs were often a gift in marriage as a symbol of loyalty. Given to a woman for the expectation of her loyalty. You knew that and so did he. Coco and Ava were a symbol of what you were meant to be as a woman. Sometimes you loved them but hated them for the reason they were here. “I shall see you at dinner,” you said with a smile and a curtsey to excuse yourself. Once again, you called the dogs after you while heading inside. It was time to read your letter.

And write a new one you would send in secret.

You almost fell asleep at your desk with all of the drafts you had written to Hui. You wanted to sound smart and eloquent, but you could not seem to get the right tone down. You groaned in frustration, throwing yourself back in your chair. His words were so sweet and rolled off the page like melting wax with a cherry scent. How could you ever match up with that? How could you make him feel like he’d be melting off of a small piece of paper?

In the back of the garden, there lies a pathway leading to a woman with her angel of a child. Next to her is a pedestal of our own, where our love can grow taller than any tree in my garden. We will make the flora around us bloom continuously.

At the end, you signed your name. You wished to meet him there in that spot, on that same pedestal. You wished to steal another kiss from his soft lips and feel the way he held you. You found yourself with your hands in your hair, soothing it and slightly tugging on it just the way he did. Your hands trailed to your lips, brushing your fingers across them softly. A smile fell upon your lips reminiscing the one kiss you shared with him, that made every fiber of your body burn even a couple of days after. You leaned back in your chair sighing from the satisfaction of your daydream. You stayed like that for moments upon a time, just thinking how it would be if Hui could have courted you. When you were satisfied with the tiny scenarios you opened your eyes. You still needed to seal the letter that sat on your desk. You melted the wax and bored it onto the folded paper before you pressed the wax seal on it. It was your old one– before you were associated with Hyunggu. It was personal and just… you. Just you and him.

You hid the letter you had written for Hui in between a textbook, for safekeeping. The one he wrote you needed a special place in your room. You could go shopping the next day for boxes, but for now, the best place to keep the letter would be close to you. You crawled into bed, taking the letter with you, sliding into the covers, and sliding the letter under your pillow.

You sat at the dining table dressed up ready to go get some more writing supplies along with a box for yourself. Something about it just made you feel so giddy about the idea of getting to exchange letters with Hui back and forth. Even though you prefer to speak to him face-to-face letters would have to do. You wouldn’t want Hyunngu to become as frustrated as he was the night of the ball. Nor would Hyunggu ever let Hui set foot on his property. Letters were still personal, but not as intimate.

Hyunggu had been acting differently since the night he came into your room. He had been softer in a way, and trying to connect with you more. He would try and match up the time the two of you had meals, he would try to meet you in the library acting as if he needed a book, and the way he came in the garden the day before. The gift he mentioned, you wondered why he would possibly want to get you a gift and what even was the gift. Hyunggu was still three-quarters of a mystery to you. You broke fast talking with your maid about what stores you wanted to visit, and if there was anything new that you had not seen before.

Hyunggu walked into the room, and you quieted down in front of him. You looked up to see him smiling so early in the morning. He walked up to you to where you were sitting, “I am going to have something being installed today. You are going to be out today, correct?”

You nodded at him replying, “I am.” You took another bite of your food to postpone talking to him. Hyunggu stared down at you a small smile still on his lips. You looked up at him, there was something more that he wanted to say to you or wanted to do. You noticed the way his fingers twitched at the side of him. “So I suppose you better have it installed before I come home. So I should take my time out today.”

You hadn’t checked the garden to see what was installed when you came home, not when you received another letter so fast. The rest of the afternoon was sent in your room drafting yet another letter. The day had gone by so fast that by the time you looked outside your window, it was already late at night and there was no use to go outside. Hui had mentioned how he would come by soon to that pedestal and how your love story would grow.

There was a knock at your door in the middle of the night. You had called your maid to come retrieve the letter and have it sent off as soon as possible. Hyunggu peered his head through the door before a sound could come out of your mouth. You coughed a bit slipping the letter under other documents and books. You plastered a fake smile on your face sitting with your legs crossed. You were leaning against your desk wearing only a nightgown. Hyunggu let himself in your room, “You never visited the garden today… Did you catch something while you were out in town?” His head tilted to the side as he walked closer towards you. “You did not eat dinner either. I was worried about you.” Hyunggu’s hand fell upon your cheek and traveled to your chin lifting it.

You cleared your throat once more. “I apologize, when I came home I was feeling too well. I retreated to my room for some rest. I hope you were not offended.” Hyunggu smiled. His hand left your chin and went up to your forehead. His other hand went up to his.

“You do feel a bit warm. Shall I call our physician?” You shook your head slightly. You could not be more of a bother to him, nor did you seek his attention. You used to try everything to get him to look at you. You had suspected that this had something to do with Hui. Ever since Hyunggu found you in the library smiling, laughing, and talking with Hui, something inside Hyunggu flipped. Hyunggu visiting you in the middle of the night is rare. He did visit you a few times on the topic of financial matters, but nothing more than business. “Alright,” He replied letting his hands fall to his side. “But you should rest nonetheless, so you can feel better in the morning. I will be there to break your fast with you as well.” Hyunggu leaned in to kiss your temple before leaving your room.

You felt stunned by the sudden affection from your husband. You touched the place he kissed on your forehead. You bit your lip and called in your maid to give her the letter. Your sentences were short, telling her to send the letter out and that you would spend the entire day outside tomorrow. When she left you could barely fall asleep drumming your fingers in your chest. Your head played back to the kiss on your forehead from Hyunggu, then to the kiss you shared with Hui in the garden.

The next morning felt brighter than the rest. You would find a surprise in the garden, and hopefully have a surprise visit from your so-called lover. The day was quiet and bright with a subtle breeze flowing through an open window. You had eaten with Hyunggu earlier that morning, and you could still not get over how he smiled at you. He held your hand and walked you to the garden that bright morning.

He showed you the swing, tied by a thick rope into the three. It was gold with a velvet seat. It almost looked like a throne he got only for you. Hyunggu had lifted you from your waist to sit you in the swing. He held his hands in yours gripping the rope and pulling you back on the swing. He pushed the two of you forward. It felt like a moment that could be frozen and displayed for eternity. The way you flew through the air was a different type of magic. The sound of his laughter rang in your ears. He sounded so pure, so childlike. It was different from the way you knew him before. Everything had changed so fast in such little time. You two stayed in that moment that could have been taken out of a fairytale before a butler called him into the house to work on some matters. He caught the swing to slow it down so you could get off. He helped you off, holding your hand and giving it a peck before bidding you adieu.

A pinch of guilt was felt in your stomach, the feeling that you betrayed Hyunggu. Even though your vows weren’t genuine, they still existed. You strolled through the garden, fingertips grazing the blooming petals around you. The way Hyunggu kissed you by your hand, took you aback to the way Hui kissed your hand. And soon enough, you were thinking of the way he kissed your lips. Flashes of scenes of the past two to three weeks ran through your mind. You sat and thought on a ledge of a wall. You closed your eyes to feel the breeze and the way the sun made parts of your skin tingle and warm. The sun felt like there was a second embrace hugging you and comforting you through your thoughts. The warmth helped with the loneliness that you felt, till the warmth was gone and you were cast in a shadow.

You opened your eyes slowly, slightly afraid of what your eyes would meet as soon as they were introduced to the outside world. Hui whispered softly, “I know this wasn’t the place we were supposed to meet, but I hope you don’t mind.” You smiled and scooted over patting a seat for Hui to sit.

“I don’t mind at all. I am grateful you saved me from loneliness on this beautiful day.” You laid your head on his shoulder, your smile growing by the seconds. The two of you were deep in the garden of your estate, hidden by the numerous flowers around you. The sweet aroma of the flora filled the two of you with romance. Hui had an arm around you, and his other holding your hand. “I read the book you recommended to me.” You said in a soft whisper.

“Do you think I have good taste?” The arm over your shoulder drew circles on your forearm. The two of you were looking ahead as if there was nowhere else to look, nothing else to do, and nothing more to say.

“I think we both know the answer to that question”. You laughed a little, letting your eyes crease, relaxing and acting naturally with Hui. You turned your head to look at him and gave him a small peck on his cheek. The creases on the corner of his eyes soon mirrored your own. He leaned down trying to give you a proper kiss. Being playful, you quickly switched out your lips for a flower before running off. You threw the flower to the side once Hui realized what was touching his lips. You were on your feet, running around the garden while Hui sprung off of his seat behind you to chase you. The sounds of your giggles filled the air as Hui continued to catch up with you. He tackled you into a patch of grass, he nuzzled into your neck starting to peck you. Hui attacked you with kisses all over your face and neck while you squealed trying to escape him.

The rest of the day went by quickly with mostly chatting, soft touches, and short kisses. It was a fever dream, an idea that you could escape your marriage in your magical garden. You had dinner with Hyunggu that night barely looking up to meet his face. There was guilt that beat the smile off of your face. You stared down at your food, watching it slowly get cold. You also couldn’t bring yourself to hold the fork to your mouth, not in his presence. “Was there something I did that was wrong today? I’m sorry that I could not stay outside with you. And because of that interruption, I have some news for you. I will have to leave the estate for some business out of state for a while– I shouldn’t be too long. Three weeks to a month.” You looked at him blankly, not knowing what to say. “I know this is a lot and sudden.”

There was nothing you could think to say to him. Guilt began to fill your mouth, trying to force its way out. “It is, I hope it goes well.” A nice quick reply would do for now. You didn’t mind him being gone when he was barely there initially. Only just recently did he start making an appearance in your life. Still, Hyunggu had the title of your husband, and that was enough to make you feel a bit of guilt.

By the next day, Hyunngu was packed up and gone from the estate. You made the most of the time having the place to yourself. More talks in the garden lead to talks in the library and many things behind closed doors. Carelessness filled your head as you let Hui inside your room, for a break from the sun. Really, it was so that you wouldn’t sweat under the layers of clothing when he touched you. You could be free from worry, and clothing. Hui held your face kissing you with passion he had not shown you before. He had nothing to hide anymore, not his passion for you. You held his shoulders for support as he kissed down to your neck trying to pry open your bodice. You helped him take off your dress, smiling and giggling with him. Hui took care of himself as you got comfortable on the bed. Who knew sex could be so fun when you add a bit of passion and the joy of eating the forbidden fruit? Hui’s lips were on you in an instant, his hand on your thigh soothing it. He made room for himself in between your legs, while his kisses trailed down your body. He worshiped you, every inch of your skin was left on fire after his kisses. When his face reached your heat he looked up at you. Hui’s eyes were glistening by the candlelight. “May I, my dear?”, he asked licking his lips.

“You may,” was all you needed to say before his lips were attached to your clit lapping and kissing like he wasn’t going to be able to do this again. His hands squeezed at your thighs, to keep you from closing in on him. His breath was hot against your cunt, as he gasped for air. You moaned as you felt his tongue enter you. You grasped his hair, whimpering as he sped up this pace. You were so close to your release, holding onto your sheets for dear life as your legs shook. You came with a screech, closing your legs around Hui’s head. He continued to lap up your cum, rubbing his thumb on your inner thigh. Your breathing was heavy as you ran your hand through your hair.

Hui detached himself from you, only to kiss you. He was murmuring something you couldn’t hear. You could feel Hui’s hard against your thigh. You helped guide him towards your entrance, needy for what more pleasure he would bring you. He pushed in with a deep kiss on your lips. He was slow at first so you could get used to him. He pulled back to look at you, and you stared at him with all of your combined beauty. You pulled him into a kiss with such passion urging him to quicken his pace. Hui bit at your lip pulling it while he quickened his pace. You could feel him drawing near as he began to let out moans of pleasure. You kissed his neck biting it and sucking at it trying to draw him closer. Hui came with a shaky moan, falling on top of you and leaving small kisses. The rest of the afternoon was a blur.

You had been so caught up in your new love affair, that Hyunggu was coming home sooner than expected. The house seemed buzzing, with gossip about the past week and preparations. You tried to control as much of the gossip as you could. It was bad that you only felt guilty after the fact that you had done something. Your maid had come with a letter from Hui, and you rushed to put it in a chest that you kept. This whole ordeal made you nervous, even though you had put yourself in a hole. You barely loved Hyunggu, so what was this sinking feeling in your chest? You waited in your room for Hyunggu to arrive home. You cross-stitched until there was a knock at your bedroom door. You opened it to see Hui smiling back at you looking a bit frantic. You hadn’t read the letter he sent you earlier. Moments later you heard the commotion of unpacking in the house.

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all-about-kyu · 2 years ago

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Summary: After your hookup with Changmin, you thought you’d be in the clear for hookups. Then you run into someone new. Pairing: Hyunguu (Kino) x fem!reader Tropes: spring break au Genre: smut Rating: R 18+ Warnings: language Smut Warnings: oral (f receive), praise kink, unprotected sex, breeding kink, dom-sub undertones Word Count: 1,337

Chapter 4: A little pain never killed anyone. ៚ WITT Masterlist ៚ Chapter 6: If there’s a will, there’s a way.

You’ve been texting with Changmin almost non-stop since yesterday. Despite how alluring he is sexually, there’s some electric zing between you. You don’t know what it is, but it’s fun. You’re just wandering around the town observing. Things have changed a lot since you came here as a child, in both good and bad ways. Your friend who owns a cafe mentioned that there’s a bit more foot traffic around. Neither of you can really be sure why that is, though.

That’s when you see him. You don’t know who he is but know you’ve never seen him. He’s eyeing you up, and while you don’t feel nearly as drawn to him as you did Changmin, you do still feel drawn to him. You whip out your phone and navigate your way to Changmin’s text message thread.

You || would you care if I hooked up with someone?

Changminnie || I can’t stop you from doing anything. I don’t own you, princess. || Just know I’ll turn your ass red again cause I don’t like sharing very much.

You || No? || Why not? Sharing can be fun sometimes! :P

Changminnie || Behave yourself and have fun, pretty.

You don’t know why you’re seeking out his permission, but the confirmation that you can approach this stunning man makes your heart swell. Just something about Changmin makes your head spin and your heart beat fast. You saunter your way toward the pretty man. He seems rather pleased that you’re coming to him. A smirk gently rests on his pretty lips as if he knows what’s coming.

“Hi there, I saw you looking at me from over there,” you nod your head toward the direction you came from, “Could I help you with something?” “In fact, you can, if you’d like that.” he confirms with a suggestive lilt to his voice, “I’m a little bored, we’ll say. Wanna do something that’s more entertaining than wandering the town?”

You nod and bite your lip to control a smirk from taking over. You turn on your heel and walk in the direction of your small bungalow. You look over your shoulder and see the man following behind you, almost akin to a puppy following its owner. It’s cute. You stop in your tracks and allow him to catch up to you. When he does, his hand falls to hold onto your hip on the opposite side of him. The touch burns hot on your skin in the best way possible. It’s present enough to make you aware of it but gentle enough that it’s almost comforting in a way.

“How about you tell me your name, pretty boy?” you giggle.

“Hyunggu.” he replies with a gentle smile, “You won’t need to worry about that though, angel. You’ll be brainless beneath me in about five minutes.”

“Bold of you to assume that.” you smirk up at him, “We’ll see how good you can do.”

You seem to have stunned him with your rather presumptuous tone and words. It amuses you more than anything. The rest of the walk to the beachfront house is filled with continuous flirtatious and suggestive comments. It’s a nice change compared to how flustered Changmin made you yesterday. Though, you can’t seem to choose which you prefer between the two. Maybe, you don’t want to admit it.

You get to your bungalow no later and unlock the small house. You allow him to walk ahead of you while you close the door behind you and slip off the light sweater you had been wearing. You tell Hyunggu where the bedroom is, and he’s off to the room without a second thought. The moment you enter the room, you can tell something in the air has changed. You approach the bed where Hyunggu is waiting, scrolling on his phone to seem unbothered; you know it’s a facade, though. You sit on the bed beside him, and he looks at you with gentle eyes.

“Hi, pretty, could you do something for me?” he asks softly.

“Hmm?” you reply, leaning toward him slightly.

“Strip for me and get comfy, beautiful.” he requests, placing his phone on one of the nightstands.

You smile slightly and do as he asks. Your ass still hurts slightly from how much Changmin smacked it yesterday, but it’s a pleasurable kind of pain that you wouldn’t change for the world. You watch as Hyunggu slowly takes off his clothes, too, and rejoins you on the bed. He fits his frame between your legs. You sigh and close your eyes as he starts running kisses down your neck and chest. He continues until his kisses run along your thighs. You look at him when he stops suddenly. His eyes are on the subtle bruises your previous hookup left behind.

“You’ve been busy, I see.” he comments.

“So what if I have?” you ask, a bite to your tone.

“Nothing, beautiful. Nothing at all.” he reassures you.

He continues placing kisses along your thighs, holding them apart, so he also has a perfect view of your core. His lips travel closer to where you need him most but never arrive. He chuckles when you whine and try to get him where you want.

“Did you want something, angel?” he smirks.

“You’re teasing me, and it’s not nice.” you pout, “Touch me properly, please?”

His kisses finally come in contact with your clit, and your hands fly down to be buried in his hair. He takes his time kissing and licking you, eventually adding his fingers to the mix to heighten your pleasure more. You release little whimpers and moans into the air, letting him know you’re enjoying what he’s giving you.

“Such a pretty pussy.” he sighs, “Bet you’ll take me so well.”

“Please?” you ask again, “Hyunggu, please.”

“You sound so pretty asking me so nicely too. Let me hear it one more time. Then you can have what you want.”

“Please, Hyunggu. Fuck me, please.”

He moves to be fully above you, “You okay if I fuck you raw?” “I’m clean. As long as you’re clean too, I don’t mind one bit.”

Within moments he’s fully sheathed inside you. He groans quietly and whispers sweet, praising comments to you. He has a slow even pace to ensure you’re adjusted to him fully. Your fingers dig into the skin of his shoulders, silently asking him for more.

“Fuck,” he moans, “you’re such a good girl. So fuckin’ pretty, too, bet you’ll look even prettier with my cum dripping out of you.

You whimper at his words, “Hyunggu, I want that so bad. Please fill me up.”

Your eyebrows furrow together in pleasure. He hides his face in the crook of your neck, gently nipping at the skin. One of his hands reaches down to toy with your clit. You let out a proper moan for the first time, and he groans in appreciation. Hyunggu has an unending stream of praise and comments about breeding you falling from his lips. As his pace grows faster, albeit slowly, his words get more sweet and filthy simultaneously. Your hands travel from his shoulders up into his hair, gently holding onto it as a means to control yourself.

“I’m gonna cum, pretty. Will you let me breed you? Fill you up with my cum?”

“Yeah, fill me up. You said it yourself. I’ll look so pretty with your cum dripping out of my pussy.” you moan back.

With a few more punctuated thrusts, he holds his hips flush against yours. His breath is uneven and shallow as he paints your walls white with his cum. He continues to play with your clit, guiding you closer to your own orgasm. When it does hit, you’re hit by a tidal wave of pleasure. You writhe underneath him and feel yourself thrusting yourself onto his cock more. He hisses at the sensitivity but doesn’t stop you, either. Once your high subsides, he pulls out, keeping an eye on your pussy.

“Fuckin’ knew it. Gorgeous, absolutely gorgeous with my cum in you.”

Networks: @kwritersworld @k-vanity

Tag List strikethrough = unable to tag: @meowniee @cryoculus @2nk-3554 @yumekowhore @hyunjaespresent-deobi

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luckyhyuki · 1 year ago

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That’ll Be The Day

THAT'LL BE THE DAY BYmcshinwon

SITE: AO3

PAIRING: KO SHINWON X LEE HWITAEK X KANG HYUNGGU

RATING: EXPLICIT

WORD COUNT: 99.1K

“Needing a change of scenery and a fresh start, Shinwon moves to a small town where everybody seems to be worried for his safety. When he discovers that his new housemates are vampires and that he’s being targeted by someone from their past, things are anything but simple. So much for a fresh start.”

#pentagon #pentagon 50k<#50k<#fanfic #shinwon #hwitaek #hyunggu

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diverseinsertknet · 2 years ago

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Navigation by K-pop Group Names N-S

Look for the reader insert fic you want at DiverseInsertKNet with links organized by Group Names N through S below. This list will regularly add groups and idols as more stories are reblogged to the network. Entries without a link are currently in the queue and waiting to be published. Desktop/web browser users- the original version of this post on DiverseInsertKNet will always be the most up to date.

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gwentoryfics · 4 years ago

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Hot for Teacher, Part 9

GENRE | College Student x College Professor Smut AU

PAIRING | Reader x Hongseok x Hyunggu (Kino) x Wooseok

WORDS | 13.5k (oops)

SUMMARY | You never realized how much one drunken night could color the rest of your college experience until you discover that the handsome stranger from your cousin’s wedding is also the new professor at your university.

WARNINGS | Swearing. Angggssstttt. Explicit smut. Penetrative sex. Oral sex (female receiving).

PARTS | 1 �� 2 • 3 • 4 • 5 • 5.5 • 6 • 7 • 8 • 9 • More Coming Soon

NOTE | This one was so hard to write! Thank you as always for your patience 💕 I’ll be waiting 24 hours to answer any asks you peaches send in so as not to spoil anything for other readers, but please let me know what you think! Also let me know if you’d like to be added to the tag list.

TAGS | @day6grams, @heyheydee7, @hhhongseok, @jinjinmyworld, @kkxn0, @precious-seungwooya, @seraplantery, @the-deviant-world, @yeosang-ponytail

You wake up in the morning in a bed that’s clearly not your own and a smile comes to your lips when you remember everything that happened last night. You never imagined that you’d have such a crazy night with Yanan and Changgu, but you don’t regret it for one second. You give yourself a moment to stretch before climbing out of Changgu’s bed, noticing the mellow soreness in your muscles.

You slip on your clothes from the party and head out to the common area of the apartment, where Yanan and Changgu are both hard at work in the kitchen.

“Good morning,” you sing-song, still feeling satisfied from last night.

Both boys turn around and smile at you. Yanan coos, “Morning, sweetheart.”

The pet name sends a tingle through you.

Changgu whisks something in a bowl as he greets you. “I was just about to make some scrambled eggs. Want some?”

“Yes, please.” You smile warmly and plop yourself down on one of the barstools at the kitchen island.

Yanan prepares a second cup of coffee and places it in front of you. “You’re in awfully high spirits this morning.”

“Yeah, thank you for that,” you raise an eyebrow as you blow on the top of your steaming coffee. Yanan gives you a flirty grin before drinking his own coffee and then peeling off to grab some fresh fruit from the refrigerator.

Changgu pours the eggs into a frying pan and starts cooking up your breakfast. “Glad to hear you had fun last night. You certainly seemed to be enjoying yourself.”

“It was… great.” There are a million stronger adjectives you could use, such as amazing, incredible, magical, mind-blowing… but you don’t want to boost their egos too much. “Do you guys do this often?”

Changgu shrugs. “It’s sort of an occasional thing. Our tastes in women don’t always overlap, unfortunately. And even if we find someone we’re both interested in, she might not be interested in both of us.”

You hum and nod. It definitely doesn’t seem like something that could just magically fall into place super frequently. But based off of last night, you’re willing to bet that both boys are impressive lovers even on their own. They were each so attentive and responsive, and the amount of aftercare you received when you finally wrapped up the night made the whole night absolutely heavenly.

“So _____,” Yanan leans over the island, pushing a bowl of fruit your way. “I meant to ask last night, but you’re old enough to come out with us to Andy’s next time, right?”

You frown slightly. “Not quite. I just turned twenty, so I technically have another year. Although I do have a fake ID that works just fine as long as there’s no one there to call me out on it.”

He scoffs, clearly remembering the run-in with Professor Yang that ruined the night last time you went out with them. “Yeah, Hongseok really knows how to ruin a good time, doesn’t he?”

“Why do you insist on calling him by his first name?” It catches you off guard every time, especially because the professor has been so explicit about his preferences when it comes to the way students address him. You’re willing to bet that, based on the way he and Yanan interacted and the fact that Yanan uses his first name, they must know each other outside of school. “Do you have something against him?”

Yanan takes a long sip of his coffee before responding. “Perhaps I do. But I’ll tell you this, he sure as hell started it.”

You raise an eyebrow, intrigued. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

Changgu pipes up as he transfers the eggs to a plate. “That’s a pretty big can of worms you’re trying to open.”

“Well you can’t just say something like that and expect me not to be curious! Now I need to know.”

Yanan pulls up a stool. “I went to a different school for a year and a half before transferring here. Washington University.”

You immediately recognize the university as being the most prestigious school in the city. It’s stupid expensive, and it’s really hard to get in. “You went to Washington?”

He nods. “And so did Hongseok. I met him there while he was getting his Masters degree. We both worked in the Mathematics Department office.” Yanan bites down onto a strawberry. “We got along okay, but I wouldn’t say we were ever friends. Our work schedules occasionally overlapped and we were cordial with each other. But one day he heard me bragging to a friend about how I’d slept with my Economics professor to boost my grade. Business school wasn’t for me, so I did what I could to make it a little easier.”

Your eyes widen and you’re struck with something that feels kind of like… panic? “You slept with your professor?”

“I did,” he responds proudly. “And then Hongseok turned me in to the Dean. She got fired and I lost all of my scholarship money, so I transferred. What are the odds that he’d end up over here too?” He chuckles darkly.

Yanan interrupts your train of thought. “I think he was just pissed because he worked so hard and he didn’t think it was fair that I was trying to take the easy way out. To that, I say that nothing in life is fair and he needs to get over himself.”

You try to seem as natural as possible despite the slight discomfort seeping into your bones. “Oh man, I can’t believe you had to transfer because of all that. That basically changed your whole future, right?”

“It did, but I’m not terribly torn up about it.” Yanan dismisses the thought with a wave of his hand. “I had fun with my professor, but I’ve enjoyed my time at this school more than I ever did at Washington. It might be less prestigious, and I might be getting a music degree instead of a business degree, but I didn’t ever have much interest in business anyway.”

You nod slowly, at least glad to hear that Yanan’s doing okay. “You still seem to have a bit of a grudge towards Professor Yang, though.”

“That I do. Not just because he turned me in, though. I don’t particularly like the way he looks down on me all the time. He’s got a real ego problem.”

“You’ve got that right,” you murmur, thinking about the way Professor Yang first confronted you at the beginning of the year, how he assumed you must have been obsessively crushing on him to the point of intentionally seducing him at the wedding. He does seem to be quite a bit self-absorbed.

Changgu speaks up. “What about you, _____? It seemed like you and Professor Yang were pretty familiar with each other.”

And just like that, your ease gives way to mild anxiety. “Oh, I’m just in his class.” You try to brush it off.

Changgu nods, but you’re not really sure that he believes you. He serves you your eggs. “You know, I followed the two of you outside when he insisted on sending you home. Things between you seemed… heated.”

“Mm,” you hum, letting yourself take a bite of your eggs as you scramble to come up with an excuse. “It was just all of the adrenaline from the surprise performance I had to give, you know. And it’s easy to just return his fire with fire, especially because, you know, he’s messed up my grades a few times and I’ve had to have multiple talks with him about that, so like, there’s just tension, you know, but it’s not really a big deal or anything...” Like an idiot you ramble and over-share, just like you always do when you’re put on the spot.

“I see.” Changgu raises an eyebrow.

Yanan’s brow furrows as he tries to comprehend the beans you just spilled. “You’re telling me that Hongseok, the mathematical genius, messed up your grades?”

“Yeah, it’s so stupid, right? I don’t know what his deal is.” You force out an awkward laugh and follow it with a lie to try to soften the damage you’ve done. “It happened with my friend, too... I think he must just get distracted while he’s grading or something. Who knows?”

Yanan seems unwilling to let it go as he presses, “He boosts your grades?”

You nod, completely incapable of thinking through actions or words before letting them happen. “Ah, yeah. But it’s kind of a mix, I guess.”

And then the shittiest grin comes to Yanan’s lips. “You’ve got to be kidding me. Don’t tell me he’s got a thing for you.”

It’s such an easy conclusion to come to, and you led him right to it. Now you’re totally frozen and unsure of how to respond. How are you supposed to answer that?

Changgu comes to your rescue, placing a hand on Yanan’s shoulder as he speaks. “Even if he does, it’s not her fault, and she doesn’t seem particularly comfortable with all of this, so why don’t we let it go? It’s all speculation, anyway.”

“Of course.” Yanan nods curtly, and an uncomfortable silence falls between the three of you.

The irony of this whole situation is not lost on you. If anything happens between you and Professor Yang, he’d be nothing less than a hypocrite now that you know he got Yanan in trouble for the same behavior. And if Yanan were to ever hear about it, you’re not confident that any interest he has in you would overshadow the opportunity for revenge. You’re just collateral damage in his feud with Professor Yang.

Getting close to these boys might be more dangerous than you originally thought.

Monday night rolls around, and you know you should be getting ready to head out for R&B ensemble… but instead you just anxiously pace through your living room, completely unsure if you can work up the courage to see Kino tonight.

You haven’t said a word to each other since your birthday party. He hasn’t even texted to indicate he wanted to walk with you to practice tonight, and you can’t say you blame him. You were kind of a huge dick to him after you kissed. You weren’t really in a good frame of mind to actually talk it through with him at the party, but the longer you wait to talk to him, the less of an excuse you have. You’re completely sober now, and you were yesterday, too. He’s one of your best friends - there’s no reason why you can’t talk to him about this.

Really you know it’s because, no matter how close you are with him, you’re absolutely terrified about how badly the conversation could go.

You care about Kino so much. You honest-to-God love the kid. But do you care about him romantically?

You pull your phone out and write out a quick text to Wooseok: Not feeling well, so I’m going to rest tonight. Can you tell teach I’m going to miss practice?

You just can’t work up the nerve to go in tonight.

Wooseok responds: No prob. U need anything?

You: No I’m ok, thank you though.

Wooseok: K. Rest up, short stuff.

Dropping your phone onto the couch, you resort to just jumping up and down because you’re so full of nervous energy. You don’t even want to start thinking about everything that’s transpired between you and Wooseok on top of your situation with Kino. He also hasn’t said much to you since the party, and you can’t help but wonder if it has anything to do with the fact that you ditched your own party to bang Yanan and Changgu.

That shouldn’t have bothered him since you agreed to only be friends, and it’s definitely not a decision you regret making. That night with the two seniors was incredible, even if the morning after took a turn for the worse.

Inevitably, your mind returns to Kino. You let out a low groan and burst into the bedroom where Nailah has been studying.

“Nailahhhhh,” you groan. “I don’t know what to do.”

Nailah holds up a finger and continues reading, and you just stand there jittering in silence while you wait for her to finish. After a solid thirty seconds that feels like five minutes, she snaps her textbook shut and looks up at you. “What’s wrong, boo?”

“I have to talk to Kino but I don’t want to.”

“About what? The fact that you guys made out?”

You bite your lip and nod. “I haven’t talked to him since the party and I feel awful about it and I know that we need to just have a conversation but I’m terrified about what’ll happen and I honestly don’t even know how I feel?” Words come out of you stupidly fast as you try to express everything that you’re feeling.

She checks her phone, presumably to see what time it is. “Don’t you usually have a class tonight?”

“R&B Ensemble. I’m skipping. Not ready to see Kino yet.”

Nailah gives you a once-over, gets up from her bed, and starts digging through her dresser drawers. “You’ve got too much energy. Let’s go to the gym and work this out.”

“The gym?” Your mind briefly flashes back to the last time you went to the gym with her and you crossed paths with Professor Yang. That’s… potentially less of a problem right now. Hell, seeing Professor Yang working out would probably be a welcome distraction from everything with Kino. So what if he’s there? Besides, Nailah’s right - it would be nice to do something with all of this energy you’ve got right now. “Okay, yeah. Good idea.”

Nailah sits you down at the bicep curl machine and she squats in front of you while you try to do a few reps. “So talk to me about what happened. I know what I saw, but I want to hear it from you.”

You let out a strained exhale as you pull the handles up towards your chest. “I went out for some air, and Kino came out, and we were dancing to the music and I told him I love him.”

“What?” Her eyes widen.

“I do, though!” You pull up again. “Like the same way I love you, you know? And I think he took it to be something romantic, and then he kissed me. And I kissed him back.”

“Did you like it?”

Pull. “I did. He’s a good kisser.”

“But you’re conflicted.”

“Yeah.” Pull. “Because I don’t know if I like him that way. And I think he might like me that way. And what if I decide that I don’t like him that way, and then it ruins our friendship?”

“Is there a chance you might like him that way?”

You drop the handles. Is there? You think about all of the times you’ve hung out in practice rooms, all of the notes you send each other during class. And then you think about the dance showcase, the feeling of his fingers intertwined with yours, the press of his lips as he kissed your forehead that night. It’s undeniable that your heart beats a little faster as you think about him. “Shit. Maybe?”

“Okay.” Nailah nods. “Maybe isn’t a great answer.”

“I know,” you grumble. “That doesn’t give me any kind of clarity.”

“So just imagine that you talk to him about the kiss, and he tells you he likes you and he might even be interested in dating. How does that make you feel?” Nailah asks, and then she gestures to the machine to encourage you to keep going.

You pull up again. “I feel overwhelmed.”

“Now imagine that instead, he says that he was confused and he didn’t really mean it. He wants to stay friends. How does that make you feel?”

“...less overwhelmed.”

“That says a lot, doesn’t it?”

“But what if I’m only overwhelmed because it’s different, not because I dislike it?” Pull harder. “What if I’m less overwhelmed by staying friends just because that’s what I’m used to?”

“Well that’s something you’re going to have to examine. I don’t have the answer to that.” Nailah stands, crossing her arms over her chest.

You huff loudly, letting go of the bar again. “Why is this so difficult?”

“Are you telling me that you’re surprised that you don’t know what you want? Sweetie, indecision is your middle name,” she teases. “You made out with Kino and then slept with two other guys all in the same night. And don’t even get me started on whatever the hell is going on between you and that Wooseok kid.”

You feel your cheeks grow warm from embarrassment. “What do you mean? Why are you bringing up Wooseok?”

“I’m not dumb, _____. You’ve obviously got something going on with him. So ‘fess up.”

“Can I switch machines first?”

Nailah stands and gestures for you to come along. You sit side by side at two leg press machines, and you try not to feel intimidated by the amount of weight she sets on her machine. Once you’re both settled in, she looks over at you expectantly.

“So…” You try to figure out where to start, and then you decide you just need to dish the whole story. Besides, he’s already told Yuto about all of it, so you should get to have a confidante, too. “I offered to tutor him in music theory because he was struggling, and it was totally fine. Then one night he invited me over to his place when I was feeling particularly… feisty… and we got drunk and made out.”

“Ah, the Queen of Bad Decisions strikes again.” Nailah chuckles. “Continue.”

Her comment makes you roll your eyes, but it feels good that she’s so lighthearted about it. “So then we talked about it later and decided that we both would be okay with, like, occasionally hooking up in a totally casual way.”

She nods slowly. “You know, if I remember correctly, I believe I actually suggested you try hooking up with him, didn’t I?”

“Sure did,” you acknowledge with a flat tone, remembering the lunchtime conversation you had that feels like forever ago.

“And how long has this been going on?”

“Maybe like… a month and a half?”

“Okay, okay.” Nailah just keeps nodding. “Obviously I approve, but it’s also important that you feel comfortable with your choices and you’ve got a lot going on right now.”

It feels good to get all of this off of your chest. So good, in fact, that you contemplate filling her in on everything regarding Yanan and Professor Yang as well. But at this point nothing is happening between you and him, so there’s really no reason to talk about it. “You’re right. There’s just… a lot to think about.”

“Maybe Thanksgiving break will be good for you. You can head home, spend some time with your family, and avoid all of these boys for a long weekend. That might give you the time you need to clear your head and figure out what you want.” She pushes the machine with her legs, thigh muscles impressively bulging.

“Yeah. That’ll be nice.” You really are looking forward to heading home in a few days. It’ll be so nice to see Minseo again and get a break from all of the drama you’ve managed to create for yourself. “Can we be done here, now? You know I can’t match your stamina.”

Nailah laughs and gives one last push. “Sure, sweetie. Let’s head home.”

Even though working out with Nailah and talking it over with her helps you feel a little more at ease, it still doesn’t prepare you for the phone call you receive when you’re back at the apartment.

Your phone lights up as it vibrates, the name City Boy pulling up on the screen.

“Nailah, he’s calling me.” You panic.

“Well answer it.” Nailah encourages you. “Now’s as good a time as any to talk it out.”

You almost let it go to voicemail, but at the last second you swipe to answer. Awkwardly, you say, “Heyyy! Kino, hey. What’s up?”

“Hey, _____.” He sounds incredibly mellow. “Are you feeling alright? Wooseok said you’re sick.”

“Oh, yeah, I’m fine. Just… just had a headache, that’s all.” You rub your forehead as you try to figure out what to tell him, and you duck into the bedroom to have a private conversation. “Thanks for checking in on me, though.”

“Of course.” Pause. “Um, so you’re probably home right now, right?”

“Mhm. Just resting,” you lie.

“Flash your light for me. I’m in my room, too.”

You do as he asks, and then you sit on the floor by your floor-to-ceiling window and look for his signal. Once you spot his room, you say, “Found you.”

Kino waves gently up at you, and you wave back. Then he clears his throat and runs his hand through his hair. “So I guess the reason I actually called is because I kind of had the feeling you might be avoiding me, and I know it’s not even a big deal because it’s only been, like, two days that we haven’t talked, and it’s totally understandable that you might want some space, but I just felt so bad that you didn’t come to rehearsal tonight and I don’t want you to avoid things you love because of me.”

You wait until he gets it all off of his chest, sitting quietly while you try to figure out how to respond.

“I’m really sorry, _____. I shouldn’t have kissed you like that when we were both kind of out of it. And now I’m just terrified that I messed up so badly that I’m going to lose you completely, and I can’t stand the thought of it.”

“Kino…”

“You don’t have feelings for me, do you?”

You can hear the reservation in his voice. This is terrifying territory for both of you. You take a deep breath and respond as honestly as you can. “I don’t know. I care about you a lot, but I’m not sure yet if any of it is romantic.” He doesn’t respond right away, so you ask, “What about you? Do you have feelings for me?”

Kino sighs quietly. “Actually, I don’t know, either. I might. But if that’s not what you want, I can absolutely squash that so we can keep being friends. That’s the most important thing to me.”

You sit quietly for a moment. “I think I need time. I’ve just never really thought about you that way, but then after you kissed me… I don’t know. I’m really sorry that I’m so confused by all of this. I really wish I could give you a straight answer.”

“It’s okay.” Kino’s voice is warm. “You don’t have to push yourself in one direction or the other. We can just sit on it for a little bit, and maybe talk about it after break once you’ve had some time to think?”

“That sounds like a good idea,” you respond softly, grateful that he’s not pushing you for an answer one way or the other.

“But I guess one thing I’d like to know now is, are we still friends?”

“Yes! Of course we are,” you respond without hesitation. “No matter what we decide, we’ll stay friends at the very least.”

“Okay good.” He smiles up at you from his window. “You’re going home for break, right?”

“Mhm, I’m taking the train out on Wednesday night,” you say. “What about you? Are you visiting your family?”

“Yeah. I don’t really want to, though.”

Based on past conversations with Kino, and the emotional performance he choreographed for the showcase, you’ve pieced together how he doesn’t have a great relationship with his parents. But you’ve never gotten the full story. “Do you want to talk about it?”

Kino sighs. “It’s just hard to be around my parents. My mom is emotionally abusive and my dad doesn’t do anything to stop it. If I were an only child, there’s no way in hell I’d go back there for Thanksgiving. But I miss my sisters and I need to make sure they’re doing alright.”

“I’m really sorry to hear that. I think your sisters are really lucky to have a brother like you.”

“Thanks. I feel guilty enough that I even went to college in the first place, and I know I don’t visit home as often as I should. It was easier for me to protect my siblings when I still lived there, but I was also at my wit’s end. I can’t tell you how much better I’ve felt since starting college, as long as you don’t count the guilt of abandoning my siblings.”

“You have to look out for yourself, too, though. If you had stayed home and taken all the blows, what kind of life would you be making for yourself? If your sisters are anything like you, then I know they’re kind-hearted and strong, and they’ll make it out of the house too when it’s their turn.”

Kino sniffs, and you wonder if he’s crying. He’s just far enough away that it’s hard to tell. “You’re right.”

“You should invite your sisters to hang out with us sometime. We could all go do karaoke together or something.”

“I’m sure they’d love that! That would be really fun.” Kino sounds a little lighter now. “Thanks, _____. I’ve been so stressed about my family situation since I know I’m going home this week, and talking to you really helps me feel better.”

“Of course! What are friends for?”

“I need to get going, but there was actually one more thing I wanted to ask you about.”

“Go for it.”

“Can you be honest with me about Wooseok? You two just got so close so fast, and it’s not like that’s a problem or anything, but… do you like him? Are you two a thing? Because I’ve been suspicious for a while and I think knowing if there’s something going on between you two will help me figure out what I’m feeling.”

Your heart drops into your stomach. Why are you so afraid to be honest with him about it? At this point you’ve denied it quite a few times around him, and it sounds like he doesn’t fully believe you. So you really have no choice but to tell him the truth.

He continues. “Do you remember the night you got drunk with him and then crashed at my place? You told me about what you two did, and I just… I want to know if it happened again.”

You swallow hard, and then spit it out. “We’re just friends, but we’ve slept together a few times.”

“Ah.” Kino sounds disappointed. “And you don’t have any feelings for him?”

“I don’t.” You adamantly respond, but even as you say the words you’re not positive they’re the truth. So you say, “I mean, I don’t think I do.”

“Got it. Well thank you for telling me. I have to get going though, so I’ll talk to you later, okay?”

You’re surprised by how abruptly he excuses himself from the conversation, but you don’t really feel like you’re in a place to ask him to stay. “Okay. Talk to you later.”

He hangs up without saying goodbye, and you can tell that must have hurt him. You had no choice but to be honest, because it’s time you start facing your messes - even if it creates new ones in the process. But as you flop back onto your bed, you realize that Kino’s response speaks volumes about how he actually feels about you.

Anxious, you check the time on your phone again. Shinhye should be here by now, but she’s nowhere to be seen. It’s just you at the bus stop. You decide to call her just to make sure she’s actually coming.

She answers on the third ring. “Hey, _____…”

“Shinhye, are you coming? We’re going to be so late to Professor Yang’s exhibit.” You bounce on the balls of your feet as if that will help keep you warm.

“I don’t think I can make it, actually, I think I’m coming down with something. I just really don’t feel well.”

“Oh no! I’m sorry,” you pout. “That sucks. Well get lots of rest then, okay?”

“I will.” Shinhye sighs. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you earlier, I just, like, took a nap and I thought that I set an alarm, but apparently I didn’t.”

“It’s totally okay. I’ll see if someone else can go with me. You just get better.”

“I’ll do my best,” she chuckles lightly. “I’ll see you later.”

“See you.”

You hang up and frown. You were really hoping she’d come with you today. Professor Yang had announced in class this morning that he’s got an exhibit tonight, and anyone who attended would get extra credit for the class. You’re genuinely interested in seeing more of the instruments he’s made, so you’re excited to go. You just don’t know if you want to go alone.

You could call Kino, since he’s usually your go-to guy whenever you need a companion, but you still feel weird about the way the conversation ended last night. It would probably be awkward for the two of you to make the trip together.

And there’s Wooseok… Maybe you should give him a ring. Things have also been a little off with him since the party, but it feels easier to ignore that weirdness than the tension between you and Kino. You go ahead and give him a call.

“_____! Heyyyy,” Wooseok drawls. “I miss you.”

“You miss me?” You laugh quietly, immediately recognizing the boozed-up drawl of his voice. “Or are you just drunk?”

He gasps. “How did you know?”

“Wooseok, it’s a Tuesday night. What are you doing getting hammered?”

“My morning class tomorrow got canceled because of TURKEY DAY WOOOOOOOO- OH SHIT-”

You hear a crash of glass, and your eyes widen. “Everything okay?”

“Yeah, totallyyyy- totally fine. It’s fine. I just dropped my cup, but it’s fine. I was talking to you so I got distracted.”

“Is Minho there?”

“No, he went home already. Can you come over? I wanna see you.”

“I can’t right now, I have somewhere to be. But if you put the alcohol away and just drink water for the rest of the night, I think I can come over later.”

“Yes, ma’am. Gotta drink that water. I can do that.”

“Good,” you laugh. “Be careful, okay? And don’t try to pick up the broken glass with your hands. Just sweep it off to the side and we’ll clean it up later.”

“Why do you sound like my mom?”

“Because that’s what you need right now,” you laugh. “I’ll text you later, okay?”

“Okay. You’re great. Bye.”

You hang up. That was a bust. After a few minutes you still can’t think of anyone else you’d want to invite. But then the bus arrives and you decide that you’d rather just be on your way than try to find another person to come with.

It’s a long ride, and you’re later than you wanted to be. By the time you arrive, you pass a few other students from your class on their way out. Actually, the whole place looks pretty empty. Did you miss it?

The door is unlocked, so you let yourself in, the little bells on the handle jingling to signal your arrival. In a matter of seconds, Professor Yang’s head pops out from around a corner.

“Hey, we’re actually clo… oh, hi.” When he sees you, his eyes widen a little, made all the more obvious by the round frames that sit atop his nose. You've never seen him in glasses before, and it's a good look for him. But he could pull off literally anything, so you’re not surprised.

Still, you frown, feeling like you really wasted your time hauling ass the whole way up to the north side just to arrive as soon as it's ending. You should have just gotten on the earlier bus instead of waiting for Shinhye. “Shit, I knew I was running late, but I didn’t think I was going to miss the whole thing.”

Professor Yang steps out into the exhibit room, pulling back the sleeves of his deep blue sweater. “It’s okay, I’m not going to kick you out.”

“It sounded like you were about to,” you joke, trying to make light of the situation.

“Yeah, but you’re…” Professor Yang looks for a brief moment like he’s having difficulty deciding how to qualify you. “...my student.”

“I am,” you respond awkwardly. “Um, I know you were going to give us extra credit for being here, but you don’t have to do that since it's clearly over.”

He glances at the watch on his wrist. “If you let me show you around and tell you about some of the instruments for, like, fifteen minutes, I can give you credit.”

“That sounds good to me." You smile, but unfortunately your stupid ass can't just leave it there. You tack on, "Teach me, Professor.” And you laugh awkwardly, immediately regretting everything.

He chuckles, possibly out of politeness, and leads you to the first guitar on display. “You’re already familiar with this one. She’s the one I keep in my office.”

“I remember,” you admire the gorgeous instrument as you slip your coat off, already getting warm now that you're indoors. “She’s the reason why I was so excited to see what else you’ve built.”

“She’s one of my best, so don’t be too disappointed in the others,” he laughs.

As he walks through the exhibit with you, he speaks in detail about each of his creations. He explains to you how he decides what type of wood to work with, and his process for cutting and shaping the instruments. His collection is mostly guitars - some twelve-strings and classical guitars included - as well as ukuleles and mandolins. Although he suggested he’d only take up fifteen minutes of your time, he speaks with you about his instruments for well over an hour, and you soak up all of the information he’s willing to share with you.

During your tour, you notice more than a few empty instrument stands. “Why are some missing?”

“I sold them,” he explains. “Part of the purpose of this exhibit was to sell some of the instruments I’ve built, and the other part was to get commissions. I was successful in both parts.”

“That’s amazing! Congratulations.”

“Thank you.” He beams. “I’m eager to start working on the new projects.”

“Where do you do your building? Do you have all the tools at home?”

He shakes his head. “Definitely not. I rent a workshop space. Or if I’m able, I’ll try to do some work in the shop we use for class.” With another glance at his watch, he takes a deep breath. “Anyway, I’m sorry for talking your ear off. It’s getting late so I should really start getting packed up.”

“Oh, it’s like over over?”

“Yeah, tonight was the last of two nights. So I have to clean up, close up, and get the keys back to the shop owner first thing tomorrow morning.”

Without thinking, you offer, “I can help."

“Nonsense. I won’t make you do that.”

“You have a lot of instruments, it’ll be a lot faster if you just let me help. I don’t mind it. Honestly.”

He surveys you, angling his body directly at you for the first time all night - not that you're hyper-aware of his body language or anything. “Alright. Let’s go get the cases.”

You bring the custom-made soft cases from the back out into the exhibit space. He has them organized well, so it’s easy to find which instruments belong in which cases. In no time, you’ve got them all cased up and ready to go.

Carrying a few instruments at a time, you walk with him through the back door to the small parking lot - only three spaces available behind the building. He walks up to the dinkiest little Nissan and manually unlocks the front door, pulling a lever on the floor to pop open the trunk.

“Wow,” you can’t help but laugh. “I didn’t expect you to drive such an old-looking car.”

“Yeah, I’ve had this thing for forever. I have other more important things to put my money towards.” He lifts one of the guitars he holds, making it clear that his luthier hobby preoccupies most of his funds.

Together, you make a few trips to grab all of the instruments and load up his car, carefully placing each instrument into the trunk and back seat. Once he’s packed, you check your phone for the next bus time. The next bus isn’t for half an hour, and you frown. The damn thing is always running late anyway, so you know it’ll take much longer than thirty minutes.

“How are you getting home?” He asks, as if reading your mind.

“The bus. It’s not too far from here. I should probably head out, actually. Don’t want to miss it.” Even though you know the bus won’t show up for a while, you intentionally excuse yourself with a lie. It’s best that you just head on out.

Professor Yang checks his trusty watch yet again. “I’ll give you a ride.”

Your eyes widen. That’s the complete opposite of what should happen right now. “No, no, it’s okay. I don’t want to inconvenience you. I take the bus all the time and it’s really not a big deal. Plus it drops off right across from my dorm so it’s actually really convenient for me.”

He shakes his head, unwilling to accept it. “It’s late, it’s cold out, and this isn’t a great neighborhood. Even if it were warmer out, I still couldn’t let you stand around out here by yourself.”

You’re hesitant to accept, although a car ride does sound pretty nice. “Are you sure that’s a good idea?”

He nods confidently. “You’ve shown that you can be mature about our relationship, so I think this is something we can both comfortably handle.”

It’s a weird compliment, but you’ll take it. You really have been trying hard to just let things be normal between the two of you, and it seems to be going okay. And then you have an idea - as in an attempt to prove just how normal everything is, you ask him, “Do you need extra hands to help unload at your place? You’ll have to make a million trips by yourself. Since we’re... okay with each other and everything, it shouldn’t be a problem, right?”

He takes a moment to think. “I suppose it would be helpful.”

“Cool. We’ll just unload and then I can probably catch a bus from there. Maybe a taxi if you’re close enough to downtown that it won’t cost me a fortune.”

“I can still drive you the rest of the way,” he insists.

“Yeah, but wouldn’t it be weird if other students at the dorm saw me getting out of your car? They might get the wrong idea.”

“I’ll drop you off a block away, then.”

“Fine,” you concede. Somehow it feels like you’ve won. Profesor Yang didn’t seem to think it was possible that the two of you could look past the one night you spent together and just get along normally, yet here you are making totally regular plans to just be in each others’ presence with absolutely no tension or weirdness whatsoever. That’s a success in your book.

You hop in on the passenger’s side. The inside of the car looks about as nice as the outside, and you suppress your giggle. It shouldn’t be so funny to you that an all-business guy like Professor Yang could still drive some piece of junk car. It’s kind of endearing that he’s so… normal.

And then he gets in, turns on the car, and does the fucking dad thing - the thing where he puts the car in reverse, places a hand on the back of your seat, and completely fucking twists around to look out the back instead of just using the mirrors.

“Oh my God,” you can’t control your laughter.

Professor Yang throws a weird look your way as he backs out of the parking space. “What are you laughing at?”

“You really are an old man. You know, they give you mirrors for a reason. You should be careful twisting your back like that, you’re going to pull something in your old age, what with that frail, old-man body you’ve got.” You snicker, mimicking an elderly person with lower back pain.

“What are you talking about?” His eyes widen and he brakes, his hand still on your seat as he faces you. “First of all, I’m not even thirty yet, so cut it out. And I’m not going to address what you just said about my body because we both know that’s not even close to the truth.”

You ignore the fact that he very clearly, possibly intentionally, just reminded you that you quite intimately know what his body is like. You ignore the fact that the way he’s posed is actually really hot because of how his jacket hangs open and his sweater pulls tightly across his muscled chest. You ignore the fact that it would be so easy for him to lean over the console and kiss you.

You swallow hard. There are a million red flags, but you ignore them all. Remember that he’s completely over you.

“Okay but you did just address it by saying that,” you say, trying to sound unaffected.

“Come on, I can’t just let you talk about me that way. It’s a lot of work to stay this fit and here you are calling me frail and old like you’re not-” He bites his tongue.

“Like I’m not what?” Into it? Attracted? Drooling about it every time you picture him shirtless?

“I was going to say, ‘like you’re not walking around in a twelve-year-old’s body,’ but then I decided that would just be mean.”

Your face heats up. You really shouldn’t be talking about bodies with him right now. Not when he just said that the two of you are mature enough to just be normal with each other. It’s so tempting to remind him how not prepubescent your body is, but you finally use some good judgment and decide to watch your words. “It’s just as mean as me calling you old, so it’s only fair.”

“I guess so.” Professor Yang laughs quietly, and then he falls silent. Maybe he’s fighting the same battle as you, trying not to picture you under him. Or maybe he actually has his shit together and this isn’t an issue for him.

For once, he finally trusts you to be normal around him. You can’t blow it.

As you drive through the city, you tune into the rock music coming from his stereo. And the music selection is so ironic it fucking hurts.

“Don't want to be no uptown fool Maybe I should go to hell, but I'm doin' well, Teacher needs to see me after school...

“I think of all the education that I missed But then my homework was never quite like this Ow got it bad, got it bad, got it bad, I'm hot for teacher I got it bad, so bad, I'm hot for teacher...”

You just sit there in wide-eyed terror as Van Halen streams from the speakers, and it takes Professor Yang a minute too long to realize what’s playing. He sucks in a quick breath when he notices, and scrambles to change the station.

He settles on another rock station that’s currently playing Def Leppard, and you try to make light of the situation. “Do you only have rock stations programmed on here?”

Professor Yang clears his throat and tries to relax back in his seat, casually gripping the bottom of the steering wheel with one hand. “I just have a favorite genre, don’t act like you’re any different. I’m sure I could probably guess what you’re listening to.”

“Go ahead, then.” You laugh. “What do you think is the last song I played on my phone?”

His lips press into a line as he thinks. “Okay, this is somewhat of an educated guess. I’m going to go with “Superstitious” by Stevie Wonder.”

“Solid choice, but that’s not it.” You don’t actually remember what you were listening to earlier, but you know it wasn’t Stevie Wonder.

“Plug your phone in, then. Let’s hear it.” He fishes out the aux cord, holding it out to you.

“Oh man,” you laugh as you pull out your phone. “You’re really gonna slam me if I’ve got something stupid pulled up.”

“That’s the point. I’m testing your taste.”

It feels like he’s in exceptionally high spirits tonight. Maybe it’s because the exhibit went so well. Whatever the case, it helps you feel lighter. You plug in the phone and open your music - and luckily you’ve got a damn good song ready to go.

“You know The Emotions?” You ask him.

“Sounds familiar.”

You press play, and “Best of My Love” picks up somewhere in the middle.

“Oh, I think I know this song!” He pipes up. “Wow, I haven’t heard this in forever.”

“It’s so good! One of my favorites, actually.”

“Demonstrating free love and affection That you give so openly The way I feel about you, baby, can't explain it Want the whole wide world to see Oh, woah You’ve got the best of my love...”

You force yourself to avoid looking over at him as you listen to the lyrics, realizing just how terrible this song choice actually is given the history between the two of you. But still, it’s a little less applicable than Van Halen, so you leave it on. You just remind yourself yet again that you’re over him, and he’s over you. Whatever’s going on between you now is totally, completely normal and regular and fine.

As you both quietly listen to your music, you wonder what’s going on in Professor Yang’s head. Eventually he speaks up, and it’s a completely different topic.

“I’m excited to see how your dulcimer turns out,” he says simply.

“Me too. I feel pretty good about it.”

“I’m impressed with what you’ve done so far. I think it’ll sound quite nice once it’s finished.” He makes a right turn, sparing a glance your way. “The true test will be part of your final.”

“What do you mean?”

“For the last day of class, you’ll have to write and perform a minute-long piece on your instrument.”

You squint skeptically “Don’t you think you’re giving me a bit of an advantage by telling me that now?”

“Do you know how to play a dulcimer?”

“No.”

“Do you have access to one that you could practice on?”

“No.”

“Then no, I don’t think you’re getting an advantage. I’m going to tell everyone else about the assignment next week. They’ll all have just as much time to prepare as you.”

You suppose that makes sense and he isn’t actually giving you any kind of benefit, but you can’t help thinking of all of the bogus grade adjustments you’ve had to confront him about. It sits with you weirdly, and you struggle to decide whether you should say anything about it.

Eventually you reach your destination. He lives in a cute little neighborhood on the north side in one of those little houses that has been converted into apartments. There aren’t any open parking spots on the street in front of his place, but he manages to find a spot on the next block.

As he parallel parks, he turns around in his seat again to look out the back. And this time when he twists, he hisses and grabs his back like he’s in pain. “Ah, so old…”

It’s incredibly obvious that he’s faking because he’s a terrible actor, and you laugh. “This is why we have mirrors.”

He laughs with you and finishes pulling into the space. You both hop out and grab a few instruments from the back, and you let him lead the way down the sidewalk.

Professor Yang pauses at the door while he fishes for the right key. “I should warn you, I have a cat. Are you allergic?”

“Nope,” you smile. “I love cats!”

“He can be a little shy so he might not say hello.” He opens the main door and holds it open for you to step inside. You’re confronted with two more doors - one straight ahead and one to the right. He slips past you to unlock the one in front of you. He flips the light switch, illuminating the full length of the wooden staircase that heads directly up into his apartment. “Sorry to make you go up and down so many stairs. If you want, you can just stay down here and I’ll do all the heavy lifting.”

“Don’t be ridiculous,” you scoff. “I’m here to help. I’m not just going to stand around and watch.” You confidently cross the threshold into his apartment, taking the literal first step into his personal life. You feel kind of nervous about coming inside, but you suck it up. This is only a big deal if you make it one, and you refuse to do that.

The stairs drop you off at a hallway that stretches off to your left, and an open kitchen and living room area is off to the right. You can’t see too much of it because the lights over there are still turned off, but you can see the tall window-doors that lead to the balcony outside.

“You can drop them off in the living room. Don’t worry about taking shoes off since we’re just heading back out again anyway.” He comes up behind you and flips another light, illuminating the living room and kitchen.

You do as he instructs, placing the instruments against the wall in the living room. The room is minimally decorated with a nice couch, a single armchair, and two large bookcases filled to the brim with books - save for the one shelf that is packed with vinyl records. It doesn’t surprise you to see so many books and records - he seems like he’s very well-read, and he’s enough of a music lover that of course he’d enjoy listening to records.

As much as you want to check out his collection, you know that you shouldn’t explore his apartment. You’re here to unload his instruments. That’s it.

You force yourself to turn away from the bookshelves and vaguely gesture towards the stairs. “Shall we?”

It takes a few trips, but eventually you get all of the instruments inside. All the while you’re incredibly aware of how close he is when he holds the doors open for you, or how damn cute the back of his head is when you’re following him down the stairs. You hate it - how can the back of a head be cute?

Over and over, you remind yourself: I’m over him. I’m over him.

You set down the last guitar with a small sigh. “I can’t imagine you having to do all of this by yourself. I’m glad I came to help.”

“I could have handled it, but thank you for your assistance.” Professor Yang steps into the kitchen. “Do you need anything to drink before I take you home?”

“Oh, no, thank you.” You shake your head, not wanting to impose. “Um, but can I use your restroom?”

“Sure. It’s the second door down the hall.” He gestures around the corner.

You follow his directions. When you’re finished peeing and washing your hands, you notice a pretty blue cologne bottle sitting on his counter. You pick it up and sniff it. Sure enough, it’s exactly the cologne you remember smelling on him. It’s absolutely delicious, and against your better judgment, you spritz it once on the inside of your jacket, zipping it up to lock in the scent and hopefully keep him from noticing the weird-as-fuck thing you just did.

When you come out of the bathroom, you head back towards the kitchen, but just then he comes out of his bedroom, startling you and nearly bumping into you.

“Oh!” You shout as you jump backwards, laughing. “Sorry.”

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to surprise you.”

“It’s okay.” You brush it off.

He sniffs the air, and that’s when you know you fucked up. “Did you spray my cologne?”

You bite your lip, knowing there’s no point in lying. “I did.” He looks at you questioningly, so you fill in the gaps. “It just smells really good. I’m sorry.”

Professor Yang just watches you, and you’re fully aware of what a terrible idea it was to spray his cologne. And also what a terrible idea it was for you to even step foot into his apartment, let alone get in a car with him.

The rapid beating of your heart tells you that you’re still not over him. You don’t want to be over him.

What are you doing here? Why did you let yourself get to this point?

You need to leave. You need to turn around and get yourself out of this mess. But for some reason, you’re completely captivated by his gaze, frozen in place and entirely unable to save yourself from the impending disaster.

It’s been far too long since he’s said anything, and you’re dying to know what’s going on in his head. “What are you thinking right now?”

Too honestly, he responds, “It’s a bad idea for me to answer that question.”

“That answer makes it so much worse. What am I supposed to assume you’re thinking when you say that?”

“Maybe you shouldn’t assume anything.”

“I wouldn’t have to if you just answer my question.”

He huffs. “I’m thinking that you shouldn’t have come here. That you’re only twenty. That I can’t trust myself to…”

“Hm?” You hum, encouraging him to finish his sentence.

“I can’t trust myself to make good choices around you.”

Your heart beats wildly in your chest. Is he struggling just as much as you? Is he feeling the same pull of temptation, knowing that you’re all alone in his apartment, literally steps away from his bedroom? You have to be careful about what you say. “You’ve been doing a great job so far.”

“Why are you here?”

It’s obvious that he’s questioning your intentions, just like he did the first time he realized you were in his class. “I swear I just came to help with your instruments. I’m not trying to be sneaky.”

“Right.” Professor Yang’s lips press into a tight line, and you’re dying to know what’s going on inside his head.

It feels like he’s faltering. Like he’s holding your gaze for too long, keeping you in this apartment longer than you should be. You can’t help but feel responsible for getting yourself out of this before you both make a mistake.

But… part of you doesn’t want to stop this moment, doesn’t want to break free from whatever trap you’re falling into.

“I don’t know what to do.” You don’t think carefully enough about your words. “It feels like… we’re already keeping a secret. One more won’t make a difference.”

“You know damn well that the secret isn’t the issue. You’re my student. That’s the issue. It’s morally wrong.” Even as he speaks, you can feel that he doesn’t totally stand behind his words. Like he’s trying to convince himself that it would be wrong to act on whatever he’s feeling right now.

You remember everything Yanan told you about how Professor Yang has always had a rock-solid stance against teacher-student relations… But it seems like he could be questioning his own morality. If he really wants to shut this down, he could just break out of this moment and head for the car, drive you home and forget this even happened.

But he doesn’t.

It’s painfully silent between you - no one wants to make a move, no one wants to withdraw. You're desperate to just talk about all of this, but you're terrified of what could happen if you speak. You’re just stuck in this awkward limbo of not knowing what’s going to happen next.

You want so badly to reach out to him. To pull him close and feel him. You wonder what he’d be like as a lover now that you’re no longer strangers. It would be so easy for you to find out…

You take one small step towards him as a small sign that you’re open and willing, academia be damned. Professor Yang’s lips part ever so slightly as he scans your face, but he doesn’t back away.

Suddenly, there’s a noise in the kitchen, and you jump away from Professor Yang as if you’ve been caught - but it’s just his cat spilling its food all over the kitchen floor.

Still, that cut in the tension is enough to pull you out of the moment and help you clear your head. This is bad, and you need to leave. You refuse to look at him as you mutter, “I need to go.”

The second you try to pass him to hurry down the stairs, he turns and reaches out, grabbing you by the wrist and stopping you in your tracks. The heat of his hand sears your skin.

“What are you-”

Before you can finish your question, Professor Yang pulls you into him, wraps an arm tightly around you, and presses one long, powerful kiss to your lips.

Your whole body lights up from head to toe. It’s an adrenaline rush like no other, a hit of the drug you were hopelessly addicted to that one summer night. This is exactly what you’ve been craving - his strong arms and soft lips remind you just how badly you’ve wanted his touch.

When he breaks the kiss, he presses his forehead to yours, breathing shakily. “Why can’t I get you out of my head?” And in that moment, it’s shockingly clear to you that he’s struggling with all of this just as much as you are.

God, you’re so done for. This man completely owns your heart. Without a doubt, you’re a complete and total sucker for him. And it’s frighteningly easy for you to own up to that, as you say the most dangerous thing you could possibly say: “You don’t have to, Hongseok.”

His jaw visibly clenches when you say his name, and his voice is strained when he finally speaks. “Tell me again that you need to leave. Tell me to drive you home right now.”

“If I don’t?” You challenge.

“Then there’s no reason why I shouldn’t keep you here.” Hongseok swallows thickly. “So tell me I should take you home.”

Your pulse is through the roof as he pulls back and your eyes lock, and you know that you’re way too impulsive to do as he asks. You’ve been pining after this man for months, and here he is, kissing you and practically admitting that he feels the same way. You can’t just go home now.

“I don’t want to go home.” You grab onto the hem of his sweater and tilt your chin upwards, inviting him to kiss you again. “I only want you.”

This feels nothing like the night you met him, when he was playful and sure of himself. It’s like you can sense all of the weight he’s carried with him over the last few months. His eyes scan over your face, and you get to see the slightest smile on his lips before he finally leans in to close the gap.

Just like that, you get everything you’ve wanted from him. Hongseok’s lips are just as plush as you remember and you completely melt into the kiss, and his rough hands cup your face. You feverishly return each kiss, grabbing fistfuls of his sweater and pulling him towards you. Your nose bumps the rim of his glasses, but you don’t mind it one bit.

Hongseok kisses you like his life depends on it. He yanks your jacket off of your shoulders, tossing it onto the ground as he backs you into his bedroom. Every time he cups your cheek or grabs your waist, you feel like you could just shatter in his hands.

You’re finally getting your fix and you love it.

His passion is explosive as he kisses you, wrapping an arm around your waist to pull you in close. The strength and heat of him surprises you, as if your body has forgotten what it’s like to be with him. His lips are so soft and warm, and you’re swallowed whole by your insatiable lust for him.

You slip your hands under the hem of his sweater, desperate to feel his skin. You can feel every defined muscle as you drag your fingers across his back, and you moan quietly against his mouth when you feel his hand reach down to squeeze your ass.

Pleasure shoots through you with every small contact. His breath mingles with yours and gives you life, each kiss keeping your heart beating happily in your chest. Everything just feels so damn good.

You both stumble towards his bed, tearing at each others’ clothes until you finally get that sweater off of him and he gets you out of your top as well. The backs of your legs bump into the edge of his bed right before he pushes you back onto the comforter. You fall onto your back, and he leans over you, his mouth latching onto your neck as his hand fiddles with the button of your jeans.

You drag your fingers through his silky hair, and you feel him suck deeply on the skin at the base of your throat. It’s just strong enough to hurt a little, and you dig your nails into his back. “Oh my God,” you moan, absolutely possessed with lust as he marks you.

Hongseok yanks off your pants, and releases you so that he can unfasten his own. You prop yourself up on your elbows to watch as he unclothes himself, his round glasses still perched on the bridge of his nose. He is just breathtakingly gorgeous.

There’s so much you want to ask him - was it hard for him to see you in class? Has he been thinking of you this whole semester? But you don’t ask any of those things, because you’re terrified to draw attention to your academic relationship. Sleeping with your professor is obviously the wrong choice to make, but you honestly couldn’t give a shit about any of that right now. It’s almost thrilling for you to know that you’re doing something you shouldn’t - but if you remind Hongseok of that, there’s a chance he’s not on the same page.

Hongseok smiles at you with that drop-dead gorgeous grin he has, and you know that at least right now he’s content to have you like this, spread out on his bed and waiting for him to finish getting naked. And that’s enough for you to decide to let the whole thing go and just enjoy living in the moment. You’re not going to ruin this by worrying.

As soon as he drops his pants, he’s on you again, like he couldn’t stand another second of distance from you. Hongseok’s mouth peppers your chest with kisses as a hand snakes beneath your back to unclasp your bra. He frees you from the garment, and his mouth eagerly wraps around one of your nipples, tonguing it and sucking gently.

“Bite it,” you plead, and he very willingly does as you ask. His teeth pinch your nipple, and you nearly cry out because it feels so good.

The last time you and Hongseok hooked up, you might have taken all the time in the world to get to explore each other’s bodies, but you could tell tonight would not be that way. You’ve both waited long enough for this dam to break and you need him so desperately.

You tug on his hair and he roughly palms you through your underwear, rushed and eager. After just a few moments he pushes your panties to the side and runs his fingers across your slickness. You’re so wet for him already.

He aggressively plunges one finger inside of you, practically shuddering at the way you moan when he does. He pumps a few times before slipping in another finger.

Then he pulls away from you. “Don’t move.” He goes over to his closet, and pulls down a box of condoms from the shelf. You smile, and then become quickly distracted as he pulls off his boxer briefs, his hard cock grabbing your attention.

He rolls on the condom and yanks you to the edge of the bed, slipping off your panties before bringing your legs to rest on his shoulders. He lines up the head of his cock with your pussy and presses inside of you, covering your legs with kisses and bites as his hips buck into yours.

It’s absolutely incredible and you’re so full with every thrust. His hips snap wildly into you and you moan, loving every second of this. Pure pleasure shoots through you, and then you fucking open your eyes.

It’s easy for you to just screw your eyes shut when you’re having sex, because closing your eyes lets you focus more on the pleasure that you feel. But when you look up to see Hongseok staring down at you with those sharp eyes of his, his rough fingers digging into your thighs, his abdominal muscles flexing every time his cock disappears inside of you… how could you not allow yourself to watch?

“You’re so fucking hot, oh my God…” The words come out against your will, but the deadly smirk on his lips makes you not regret it.

“I know.”

Cue the eyeroll. “And still a cocky little shit.”

“I might be.” Hongseok pulls your legs down so that they fall to either side of his waist, and he leans down over you, his lips brushing your ear. It’s clear that he’s not affected by the insult, and judging by the way the pace of this thrusting increases, you can only assume that he’s trying to prove his worth.

His forearms scoop under your upper back and his hands cradle your head as he fucks you, his kisses overwhelming your senses. You slip a hand between your bodies to rub your clit, and you moan against his mouth.

Pleasure burns through your body, your heart racing with each kiss, each thrust. The only thought in your head is the repeated chant of more, more, more, I need more. His cock slides deliciously in and out of you, completely covered in your wetness, but it isn't enough. Your fingers tirelessly press circles into your clit, but it isn't enough. You need more.

"Hongseok…" You mewl his name when he finally comes up for air.

His eyelids hang heavily as he hovers over you. "_____…"

Fuck, he's so beautiful. It steals your breath away to see him looking at you like this, breathing hard as he pounds into you. His gaze is possessive, like he's finally claimed you, and you honestly wouldn't mind calling yourself his. But that's neither here nor there.

You forcefully clench around him, squeezing his cock with all you've got. He certainly notices - he hisses as his eyes pinch shut at the feeling of you so tightly wrapped around his cock. His deep groan sends a shiver down your spine.

Hongseok’s voice is low as he says, “Christ, you feel so good.”

You don’t know what to say, or if you should even say anything. Hongseok’s expression is so serious as he locks eyes with you, like he’s genuinely lost in your gaze. It’s intimidating, yet it makes your heart race in the most incredible way.

You reach up to run your fingers through his hair, noting how easily the soft strands slip between your fingers and how his whole face softens at the touch. Hongseok’s eyes close as he leans into your hand, enjoying the gentle intimacy.

He slows the pace of his thrusting until he’s languidly rolling into you, his arm muscles bulging beneath you as he holds himself up. You move your hand to cup his face, and he presses a kiss to your palm, never breaking eye contact.

Fuck. You remember exactly why it was so easy to pretend like you were in love that first night.

Your fingers trace over his cheekbone, his jaw, his lips, remembering the excitement of exploring him for the first time. This time feels so different - it’s a weird combination of a dangerous thrill and caution. It’s impossible to remove from your mind the fact that you really shouldn’t be doing this - you’re too overwhelmed by wanting him to pay much attention to the rules of reality.

But you see it on his face, too. The trepidation, the hesitation, and the incredible amount of desire that overrides everything else.

As if Hongseok can tell that you’re beginning to overthink, he presses another kiss to your hand and gives you an easy smile. Softly, he murmurs, “It’s just you and me tonight.”

Aaaannnnddddd suddenly you’ve melted into a complete puddle.

“Just you and me,” you echo.

Hongseok lowers himself, meeting your lips with another passionate kiss. You grab hold of his hair and return each kiss, moaning quietly as he picks up his pace ever so slightly. His tongue slides between your lips as your hand returns to your clit, electric pleasure pulsing through you once more.

You are absolutely content to stay here all night, trapped in his embrace with his cock thrusting deep inside of you with every movement. You don’t want a single centimeter of space between you and him.

When you’re both breathing too hard to kiss properly, his mouth travels down to your neck, pressing sloppy kisses along your throat. Every swipe of his tongue draws a quiet cry from you, and you clench your muscles around his cock to return the pleasurable favor.

You hear a deep moan from him, confirmation that you’re making him feel good, too. It’s like music to your ears; all you want is for him to feel good.

Instead of continuing to touch yourself, you use both hands to scrape the short tips of your fingernails down his back to elicit more sounds from him. And then you cup his ass and encourage him to press harder, deeper. And you keep clenching.

“Jesus Christ,” Hongseok mutters. He’s unraveling in your hands. You can feel it.

“What is it, Hongseok?” You play dumb, letting out a sweet moan just a moment after posing your question.

“You keep squeezing me…” Hongseok’s breath is shaky, and part of you loves seeing him so affected by you. “It feels so good, fuck.”

Digging your fingernails into his ass cheeks, you ask, “Do you want to cum?”

You clench around him again right as he’s about to answer. “Aaahhh… fuck, oh my God.” He looks up at you with the slightest smile on his face. “What are you doing to me?”

“Making sure you feel good.” You smile coyly at him. “Is it working?”

“Yes. Fuck.” Hongseok lets out a short laugh.

Boldly, you ask, “Why don’t you cum for me then? Let me see you cum...”

“Is that what you want?”

“Mhm.” You nod, smiling.

Hongseok lowers his lips to your ear. “Alright, sweetheart.”

The nickname shocks your core - you don’t know why you’re such a sucker for it. You’re inclined to believe that just about anyone could call you sweetheart and immediately have you begging to be fucked.

What strikes you, though, is the slight difference you sense between hearing the nickname from Yanan versus Hongseok. When Yanan called you sweetheart, it felt sleazy, like he knew what kind of power it would hold and he wasn’t afraid to use it. That was hot in its own right. But when Hongseok calls you sweetheart, it feels strangely gentle and warm. Maybe it’s because of the way he holds you as he says it, the way his breath sweetly breezes past your ear. There’s something undeniably lovely about Hongseok, especially when he’s got you in his bed.

You press your lips to his temple, small moans coming from you as he keeps thrusting. The stretch of his cock feels absolutely amazing, and you’re completely captivated by every sensation - the rolling of his hips, the grip of his hand in your hair, the scent of his sweat mixing with his cologne.

With another clench of your pussy around his cock, you sense him hold back a moan, like he’s trying to hide just how easy it is for you to elicit a response from him. But at this point, you can’t be fooled. He’s so enamored by you that he couldn’t even let you reach the front door. And that fact is absolutely going to go to your head.

Hongseok loses himself in you, thrusting into you and biting your neck, sucking your skin harshly and drawing a pleasured cry from you. It feels like he wants to absolutely devour you. If you could give him any more of yourself, you absolutely would.

His breathing becomes ragged and you know that means he’s close. You card your fingers through his hair and whisper his name, and Hongseok lifts his head up to gaze down at you. His eyelids are heavy with lust, his lips parted from breathing hard.

“_____…” Hongseok murmurs your name, his eyes pinching shut. Your eyes just skim over his face, taking in his gorgeous expression. His hips snap into you a few more times until he empties into the condom, and it’s just as incredible to watch as you remember.

Hongseok almost immediately dives in for another kiss as soon as he finishes. You eagerly reciprocate, still in need of your own release. His lips are devastatingly soft and you don’t think you’ll ever get over it.

Without leaving your lips, he lifts himself off of you, allowing his hand to roam over your curves. You feel terribly empty when he pulls out, but his cock is quickly replaced by his fingers. You groan against his mouth as his fingers gently pump in and out of you, his thumb pressing circles into your clit.

Finally, he releases your lips, and without a word he repositions himself on the bed so that he’s kneeling between your legs, pressing fervent kisses to your thighs. The teasing doesn’t last long, though - surely he can sense how desperate you are for more.

His mouth quickly moves to your pussy, gently kissing and licking your folds while his fingers continue gliding in and out. And then he finally reaches your clit, and your whole body warms with pleasure.

Hongseok’s tongue is wet and hot as it works your clit, and he looks so fucking hot between your legs like this. You’re absolutely drowning in pleasure and it’s everything you’ve ever wanted.

You don’t dare to hold yourself back, moaning freely to let him know just how amazing he is at going down on you. With each suck, each flick of his tongue, you become more unraveled, the tension in your belly growing astoundingly fast.

You curse under your breath, wishing you could just enjoy this forever. Hongseok’s hand roughly grips your thigh, calloused fingers digging into your soft skin. His mouth sends waves of pleasure through your body. And on top of it all, your heart pounds rapidly in your chest, making you believe there’s a chance this could possibly be something special.

Hongseok’s fingers pulse in time with his tongue, and before you know it the coil snaps. Your entire body tightens and releases as your orgasm crashes over you, powerful warmth racing through your veins. Wave after wave hits you, and Hongseok presses a flat tongue against your clit as you ride it out, and the walls of your pussy rhythmically squeeze his fingers.

It seems like a solid minute of pure bliss before the feeling eventually fades. Hongseok retracts his fingers and lips, and he takes a moment to tie off the condom and toss it into the trash can next to his dresser. And then Hongseok joins you on the bed, wrapping you in his strong arms as sleep tugs at your eyelids.

You wake up unbearably hot, and it doesn’t take you long to realize why. You’re completely pressed up against Hongseok’s naked body, and that man is a radiator.

You smile at his sleeping face for only a moment before you start to fill with dread.

You hadn’t meant to spend the night, but you did.

You hadn’t meant to sleep with your professor, but you did.

It was an accident the first time. This time is completely inexcusable.

What were you thinking? How could you have let any of this happen? You’re fully aware of the consequences and yet you slept with him anyway. And you spent the night.

You peel yourself off of him. He seems to be a heavy sleeper and he doesn’t notice the movement, thank God. You hurry out of the bedroom, pulling on your clothes as you find them on the floor until you’re dressed enough to head out. And right as you reach the stairs, you hear him.

“_____?”

You pause. Of course you couldn’t just slip out unnoticed.

But you have to leave. You don’t want to talk to him about any of this right now. You’re up to your eyes in anxiety and you just need to get out. You can’t even muster up the courage to turn around and see if he’s out of bed.

“I’m sorry.” It’s all you can think to say as you rush down the stairs and out the door.

The three hour train ride to get you home is too long for you to be left alone with your own thoughts. The fact that your jacket smells like Professor Yang’s cologne certainly doesn’t help. You replay last night’s events over and over in your mind, partly thrilled by the memory of sleeping with him and partly disappointed in yourself for your bad decision-making.

Last night was incredible. Spending time with Professor Yang at his showcase was actually really fun, and you have a new admiration for his talents and intelligence. Chatting with him in the car was so comfortable. And the way he fucked you…

You bury your face in your hands and lean towards the window of the train, hiding because you’re embarrassed to be having such lewd thoughts in public. You pull your turtleneck collar a little higher just to make sure the lovely hickey he left is appropriately hidden.

What are you going to do when you see him in class after break? Just pretend like nothing is going on as per usual, you assume.

And what does this mean for everything with Kino? You’re supposed to be spending this short vacation thinking about what kind of future you want with him, not figuring out whether you regret an undoubtedly terrible choice you just made.

And Wooseok… you haven’t even addressed the fact that you were supposed to be at his place last night instead of Professor Yang’s. He hasn’t reached out to you either, so you assume that he was too drunk to remember your plans.

You’re going to have to dump all of this on Minseo as soon as you see her at the train station, since she’s the only one in the world who knows what happened between you and Professor Yang this summer. And honestly, you’re not sure if she’s going to be thrilled or pissed by what you’ve done.

You spend most of the train ride trying to distract yourself with music and a book, and by the time you arrive you actually start to feel excited about seeing Minseo. You tuck your book back into your backpack, grab your suitcase from the front of the train car, and step off of the train. The platform is full of other disembarking passengers, and you assume she must be waiting inside the station’s lobby.

You pull out your phone as you roll your suitcase towards the lobby, and you’re surprised to see that she hasn’t responded to your text confirming what time she needed to be here to pick you up. That’s not necessarily a bad sign, but it’s not promising. You decide to try calling her, but she doesn’t answer.

“I swear to God, if you forgot about me…” You seethe an empty threat at your phone as you hang up.

And then you hear your name called over the rumbling of your suitcase next to you. It’s a voice that you never in a million years expected to find here at this train station.

Your eyes dart around the room until you finally locate him, your heart completely stopping and your stomach dropping to the floor.

He’s actually here. Right in front of you.

Your brother is here.

“Jinho?”

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Choices : Aqua Line

⇢ Synopsis: A night with your three best friends takes an unexpected turn when you admit you’ve been trying to decide which member of Pentagon’s ‘Aquarius Line’ you like most.

⇢ Warnings: Foursome, rough switch Kino, Simp Wooseok, exasperated Dom Yuto, oral (m/f receiving), Wooseok has a case of big cock syndrome, pwp, unprotected sex, size kink, ‘Pip Squeak’ pet name, spanking, choking, etc... ⇢ Pairing: Wooseok & Kino & Yuto (Pentagon’s Aqua line) x reader ⇢ Genre: smut. ⇢ Word count: 9.5k ⇢ Tropes/AU’s: Best friends to lovers, Long time Pining brought to the surface with a ripping of an emotional bandaid, polyamory, non-idol au.

“What are you thinking about?” Yuto asks, taking a seat. You make room for him by lifting your legs off the couch, allowing your friend to slip under them. His warm hands find your calves and he brings them to settle in his lap while you both get comfortable on the couch that Wooseok has been hauling around since his last year of high school, when he’d won it in a bet with Yeo One on whether or not their two friends were hooking up with the same girl at the same time.

You grin at the memory, pushing your body against the fuzzy blanket that covers the dark leather couch much of the time- Yeo One hadn’t bought the expensive sofa with the intention of it becoming a part time bed for teenage boys, too lazy to get up after playing video games at all hours.

Wooseok has made the stiff, leather couch comfortable with layers of blankets and pillows, and over the years it’s been worn down by countless people.

“This couch.” You breathe, leaning your head to the side, against the cushion.

“How high are you?” Yuto laughs, his hand moving to find your foot, where he runs a finger along your heel. The brief contact causes you to jolt yourself away from the mischievous Japanese boy, who had rolled into your life around the same time Wooseok and Kino had, in tenth grade.

The four of you had been put together in a group project, only to find out that all three of them had been born within the same ten days. The ‘Aquarius Line’ had bonded immediately, and the three were easy going enough to welcome you wholeheartedly into the festivities of newfound friendship.

What had started off as a ‘year abroad’ for Yuto, turned into him moving to Korea full time, and the four of you have been inseparable ever since.

“For real.” Yuto says gruffly, grabbing your foot to pull it back into his lap before running a ring clad hair through his tousled half mullet. “What are you thinking about?”

“Something stupid.” You sigh, cocking your head and studying him. “You?”

Your friend shrugs, flashing you that grin that you’ve come to love so much. “Something stupid.”

“You two really need to work on your social skills.” Wooseok sighs, having caught the tail end of your brief interaction.

He collapses on the couch and you quickly pull your legs to your chest in an effort not to get crushed during the big man’s process of forcing himself between you and Yuto.

Wooseok has a red cup in each hand, and he holds them out expectantly.

“Who needs social skills when we have you and Kino.” You smile, accepting one of the drinks and taking a sip- only to scrunch your face up in disgust. “What is in this?”

Wooseok shrugs, leaning back against the couch with a lazy grin. “I confiscated it from Hui.”

“No wonder it tastes so bad-” You hold the cup out to Wooseok and he reluctantly accepts it. “Hui drinks the strongest drinks of any of us.”

“He has to find the energy to deal with us crazies somehow.” Yuto chuckles, sniffing his own cup and swirling the contents inside before taking a test sip.

“Speaking of crazies,” you stretch your arms over your head, looking out at the room, “where’s Kino?”

“Haven’t seen him in a while.” Wooseok says, arms finding the back of the couch while he looks around, the cup held by long fingers now resting just by your shoulder.

“Didn’t he go off with that pretty girl in the glitter shirt?” Yuto asks.

“Maybe-” Wooseok cocks his head, eyes narrowing. “Was she his ‘go to’ tonight?”

“Must be.” Yuto responds quickly. “He didn’t invite the other one.”

You sigh, finding the whole thing to be a little crazy.

Being best friends with three dudes has a lot of positives- but listening to them detail their fuck schedules and fuck buddies is not one of them.

“Stop being so grumpy.” Wooseok shoves you, and you realize you’ve been wearing your feelings on your sleeve for everyone to see.

“I’m not.” You insist, but you can’t wipe the expression of distaste from your face.

“You are. You hate Kino and his fuck buddies.”

“I just- I just don’t get why the three of you are so into hookup culture.” You sigh. “I mean- what's the point?”

“The point is getting your dick wet, Squeak.” Yuto chuckles, and the nickname makes your skin heat.

They’ve tried a number of pet names for you over the years, but Pip Squeak has been the only one that’s truly stuck- and it’s no wonder. It’s completely fitting. You stick out like a tiny lil nugget next to your three massive besties, the youngest of whom towers over everyone you meet with his monstrous height of six foot three.

“She doesn’t need to get her dick wet.” Wooseok rolls his eyes, a mischievous grin breaking onto his face a moment later. “She’s already as wet as can be.”

“Wooseok!” You and Yuto both react at the same time, your foot kicking at Wooseok’s lap while Yuto shoves him, and the massive man simply giggles, taking the physical onslaught with a shit eating smile.

“Why are we fighting Wooseok?” Comes an excited voice, and Kino tosses his body onto the couch, landing half on top of all three of you with his head in your lap.

“He’s being a bad boy.” You respond, fingers finding Kino’s freshly dyed, soft pink hair immediately, a habit you’d picked up years ago.

“Am not!” Wooseok insists. “Tell me I'm wrong.”

You sigh loudly, rolling your eyes while Yuto chuckles.

“I’m missing something-” Kino says from your lap, looking up at you with massive eyes, “tell me?”

“All I said was that Y/N doesn't need to look for fuck buddies to get her dick wet because she’s already wet as shit.” Wooseok states factually, which, to be fair, is a complete recount of what he’d said.

“And you know this for a fact?” Kino teases, looking at his friend with a half shocked expression and widened eyes.

“Well-” Wooseok visibly shrinks, his shoulders slumping, his skin brightening with pretty pinks. “I mean-”

“For a moment there, I thought I'd missed a massive milestone in your guys' friendship.” Kino says, letting out a sigh of relief as he gets comfortable in your lap again, turning onto his side so he can nuzzle his face against your thighs, which he’s declared countless times to be the best pillows in the whole universe. “If the two of you started hooking up, I think the world would have to end.”

“It wouldn’t be that crazy.” Wooseok fires back immediately, and his ears turn bright red.

“It would be crazy that out of the three of us, she’d choose you.” Yuto says smoothly.

Wooseok holds up a hand as if he’s going to hit his friend, and Yuto stiffens in his seat, his carefree expression turning stern in an instant. “It’s my birthday we’re celebrating right now.” He reminds his younger friend. “Show some respect.”

Wooseok groans but lets his hand fall to his lap again. You’ve never met a trio of guys so centered around their birthdays.

Born within a ten day span, these three are constantly utilizing their positions, whether it’s by Yuto expecting respect as the ‘oldest’, or Wooseok playing baby.

“I think she’d choose me.” Kino says wistfully from your lap, turning to look up at you so he can reach a hand to play with your hair.

You think it’s interesting to be talking about this, especially since this very question has been on your mind so frequently as of late. It had been on your mind when Yuto sat down, and now here it is again.

“She’s not choosing you, Kino.” Yuto scoffs. “She hates your hookup culture.”

“My hookup culture?” Kino laughs, lifting his head so he’s able to look at Yuto by his feet. “Says you!”

“How did I ever become friends with three man sluts?” You sigh teasingly, shaking your head at your three constant companions, who erupt into chaos.

“You love us.” Yuto insists while Kino defends his behaviour, and Wooseok pretends to look scandalized at the notion of him being a ‘man slut’.

The bickering subsides when Hui’s voice bellows “Wooseok!” from somewhere else in the house, and your foursome dissipates quickly thereafter.

You find your way to Yanan, who is trying his best to be helpful in the kitchen as the festivities wind down.

It’s just the core group of friends left in the house now, and before you know it, everyone is in the kitchen. Conversation is easy, and another hour ticks by before Hui finally pushes off from where he’s standing by a wall to announce he’s heading home.

There’s a brief discussion over cars and who is sober enough to drive, and once his friends are accounted for, Hui turns to you. “Do you need a ride home?”

“She’s staying here.” Wooseok says before you can answer, his arms wrapping around you tightly. It’s not uncommon for you to sleep over at ‘Aqua House’, as Wooseok had dubbed it when they moved it. In fact, last year, you’d spent all of Birthday Week (10 days) here- your ‘mere presence being the gift we want most’.... or so they’d insisted.

“As always,” Hui sighs as he puts his shoes on by the door, eyes assessing you and your three monstrous best friends, who tower over you, “be careful with her.”

It’s a lasting joke in the friend group that everyone is waiting for Wooseok to accidentally sit on you and break you- or maybe for Yuto to hug you a little too hard one day-

“No promises.” Wooseok grins happily, tightening his embrace around you until it borders on being painful.

You can’t stand him sometimes.

You love him so much.

“Call me if they demand too much and you need an escape.” Hui warns you, earning some irritated sounds from the men behind you, who are eager to have you to themselves.

“She’s ours.” Kino insists, arms wrapping around you so you’re now sandwiched between him and Wooseok.

Hui rolls his eyes as the final person in your group slides up against your back, resting his chin on top of your head. “We’ll take care of her.” Yuto promises.

You’re truly trapped now.

The moment the door is closed behind Hui, sealing you in with your best friends, Kino and Wooseok jump into action. The larger of the two grabs your arm, dragging you towards the living room, while Kino mirrors the motion on your opposite side, in the direction of the kitchen.

Yuto tightens his grip on your waist, making it clear he’s not intent on moving.

“What’s the plan?” The man behind you asks.

“Movies.” Wooseok states.

“Drinks first.” Kino insists.

“What do you think, Squeak?” Yuto’s fingers press gently into your skin, and you can feel the warmth of him through your thin shirt, his heart beating steady at your back.

You hate it when he makes you choose between activities, why do you always have to be the Wooseok and Kino tie breaker?

“I don’t care.”

“Movies.” Wooseok states again, pulling on your arm.

Kino tugs your other side, “Drinks first.”

Yuto sighs. “I’ll go choose a movie with Wooseok, you two can make us drinks. But make it something good, okay?”

“No promises.” Kino grins, pulling you away from Wooseok successfully this time.

Yuto catches your eye and you laugh, a silent agreement to do your best to keep Kino under control in the booze department.

“You,” Kino grabs at your waist when you reach the kitchen, “go here.” He lifts you up and sets you onto the countertop. “And i’ll make the drinks.” He smiles up at you and you laugh.

“Did you really need me to come help you then?”

“It’s really helpful for you to sit there and tell me I'm the best bartender in the house.”

“Like that’s a hard title to win.” You roll your eyes.

Wooseok can’t cook (or do anything of the sorts) to save his life, and Yuto- well, Yuto has a taste for cheap beer, which disqualifies him immediately from the race.

You have to admit, Kino moves like a professional. He glides from cupboard to counter, grabbing glasses and setting them up next to you. You watch the way his body moves, muscle visible with each motion, and when he shakes one of the drinks, you have to tear your eyes from his biceps.

He might be the smallest of your three friends, but he’s still much taller than you, and most women for that matter.

You’re so busy watching Kino’s back that you don’t realize he’s paused his fluid motions. He turns, and you see he’s put an apron on- the one that says ‘kiss the chef’. Hui had bought it for Yuto for secret Santa one year in an effort to get the young frat boy to cook more often-

You cock a brow at your best friend as he slips between your legs, hands finding the counter on either side of your hips. “So?” He grins. “You gonna kiss the chef or what?”

You laugh. “Not sure you even qualify as a chef when you just said you’re a bartender.” But you grab his chin all the same, forcing Kino to the side so you can plant your lips on his cheek.

Kino’s smiling when you let him go, appearing satisfied, and he returns to his drink making.

Within minutes, he has all four orders ready to go, and he carries a tray to the living room with you in tow.

As Kino sets the tray down, Wooseok stands and sighs. “Well, if you insist.” He grabs Kino and presses his lips to his cheek, much like you had.

Kino recoils with disgust, shoving Wooseok- only to be attacked on the other side by Yuto, who manages to get a kiss placed right below Kino’s ear that has him shivering and jumping back, hiding behind you. “Save me Squeak!”

“You wore the apron!” Wooseok laughs, and you know he jumps at any opportunity to terrorize his friend.

“Just drink your drinks.” Kino groans, taking off the piece of fabric that had just cost him another 2 of his 9 Kino Cat Lives- you’ve seen him receive a sneak attack kiss from at least Hui, and you’re pretty sure Yeo One as well, so you wonder how many Kino Cat Lives are even left.

“Remember when I sat next to you tonight?” Yuto says in your ear, arms wrapping around you as he pulls you down onto the couch. “And asked you what you were thinking?”

“Something stupid.”

“Yeah.” Yuto lets you get seated next to him but he keeps an arm around you, eyes briefly moving to Kino and Wooseok who are bickering about the movie on the other side of the couch. “I’ll tell you mine if you tell me yours.”

You laugh.

The man from Japan grins, but there’s something serious in his eyes. “I’ll go first if you want.”

“Yuto-”

“I was thinking about how good you look tonight.”

“Yuto-” Your voice is something near a whimper, shocked and left speechless at the turn of events that has just been orchestrated by your best friend. He’s told you how pretty you are before, but there’s something about the way he’s saying it now- it’s different.

“Your turn.” He says, one large hand finding your thigh, smoothing up and down the denim that covers you from him. “What were you thinking about?”

You can’t tell him that you were thinking about him, Wooseok and Kino- that you were trying, for the billionth time, to decide which of the three you prefer the most- because if you were going to potentially ruin things with the other two, you want to know you are doing it with the right one-

But no matter how many times you’ve run it through your brain, you’ve come up empty handed. Unable to choose.

How do you say that to him?

“What are you two talking about?” Kino’s voice is your saving grace, and he puts the drink he’d made for you into your hands. “She looks like she’s seen a ghost.”

“I just told her what we were all thinking.” Yuto shrugs.

“Liar. I was not thinking.” Wooseok states, turning to look at you as he takes a deep breath. “What wasn’t I thinking?”

“That she looks good tonight.” Yuto says.

However, when Yuto says it, he says it in a tone that’s friendly.

He doesn’t say it as he had a few seconds ago, with a voice that was low and seductive.

You can’t believe him.

“It is a nice outfit.” Kino agrees lightheartedly, leaning into the couch and propping his feet up on the coffee table in front of you.

“Okay, but hear me out.” Wooseok sits up in his seat, his massive hands hovering as if he’s going to say something profound- “I always thought-” a pause, taken to ponder, big eyes blinking, “outfits like that are meant to be ripped off in like, an hour? two hours- tops. How are you still wearing that?”

You all groan, but Yuto’s grip around you tightens. “He does have a point.” Yuto says. “Do you want to change into a hoodie and some sweatpants?”

“Are we all going to ignore the fact that he practically said I look like-”

“A pretty little whore.” Kino interrupts you. “It’s okay, you look like that a lot of the time.”

You stare at Kino with shock for a moment, and then you look at Yuto, confidence flooding through your body. If they’re going to call you a pretty little whore, and touch your thighs, and be like this- well, you can play too.

“The stupid thing I was thinking about earlier was who out of the three of you I want to fuck the most, or at least, who I’d risk it all for.”

Yuto meets your gaze with an intense look of his own, and he licks his lips. “Go on.” He prompts, voice hoarse and sexy. “Who’d you pick?”

“I wasn’t able to pick. I never am.” You respond, turning sideways, facing your body towards the three insanely handsome men you call best friends. Wooseok is looking at you with wide eyes, jaw dropped, and Kino is sitting perfectly still, something that is very out of the ordinary. “Do you guys want to hear a dirty little secret?”

Yuto’s hand squeezes your thigh and it’s Wooseok who mumbles a whiney; “Yes.”

“Since I’m never able to pick-” you reach out, tracing a finger across Yuto’s collarbone, still hidden by his shirt, “I usually just end up imagining all three of you, and end up even more confused than when I started.”

“Well,” Yuto grabs you by the waist and easily pulls you to be straddling his lap. Dark eyes gaze up into yours. “I think we can help you figure it out.”

He leans in, and just as he’s about to kiss you, you tilt your head, his lips making contact with your cheek.

Yuto groans, fingers digging into your waist, and you laugh. “Come on, you know I can’t just risk all our friendships like this-”

“Why not?” Kino moves closer, a hand reaching up to grab the back of your head, forcing you to look at him.

“Because what if I like all three of you the same?” You ask, looking past Kino’s shoulder at Wooseok, who is seated farthest from you on the couch, and is now being all but blocked out.

“Then you like all three of us.” Yuto says, his hands applying pressure to your hips, forcing you down so you can feel how hard he is against your core, even with both your pants in the way. You stop a groan just as it’s about to escape your lips.

“I told you,” You breathe as Kino releases his hold on your neck so you can look at the man under you again, “I’m not into your hook up culture.”

“This isn’t just going to be a hookup, and we all know it.” Yuto tells you, leaning up to have access to you again, only for you to turn your cheek at the last moment, repeating your behaviour from before.

“Have any of you even had a foursome?” You question, and you’re pretty sure the answer is no. If they had, you’re sure you would have heard about it.

“No, but it won’t be much different from a threesome.” Kino insists, his fingers dancing up and down your arm, eyes taking in your form with a glimmer of darkness in their iris’s: lust.

That’s never been there before... at least, not that you’ve noticed.

“Says the guy literally excluding dude number three.” You laugh, meeting Wooseok’s dumbstruck gaze again. “What do you think, Woo?”

“I think-” He coughs, clearing his throat. “I think we should take this to the bedroom where there’s more space.”

“Good idea.” Yuto stands abruptly, and you grab his shoulders to steady yourself, his hands slipping down to your ass, effectively holding you up while you cling to his front like a koala bear.

“Hey!” You turn to nip at Yuto’s ear gently with your teeth, the biggest scolding you can do in this position. “I haven’t even said yes yet.”

“Sure you haven't.” Yuto breathes, continuing through the house towards the bedrooms.

Kino and Wooseok are following close behind, and they walk shoulder to shoulder. You let your eyes take in their differences, from Wooseok’s more relaxed, grunge, all dark look, with his longish hair length, and massive, beautiful eyes- then there’s Kino, looking substantially smaller than his six foot three counterpart, and just as different in colour scheme, all pink hair and pops of colour in his outfit-

“You guys really think this won’t ruin anything?” You ask, letting your anxieties truly show as Yuto steps over the threshold into his room.

“How could it ruin anything?” Yuto retorts, placing you onto his bed before straightening to look down at you.

“It could ruin everything.” You frown. “What if one of you gets jealous-”

“Kino?”

“Yes, Yuto?”

“Are you going to get jealous if I fuck her brains out?”

“No.” A pause, then; “Hey, Wooseok, are you going to get jealous?”

“Nope.”

“See?” Yuto grins down at you and you groan, grabbing one of his pillows and covering your face with it.

“You’re not getting it-” You whine, removing the pillow after a moment.

“Then explain why you’re so worried.” Yuto reaches down and grabs one of your socks, pulling it off your foot even as you try to kick him away- he’s always going after your ticklish spots and you are not interested in him being a freaking tickle sadist.

“I’m worried, because you say it’s not going to be a hookup, but then you also say that you can all apparently promise not to catch feels and get jealous-”

“Who promised not to catch feels?” Now it’s Kino snatching at your foot to remove your second sock, and you’re left kicking at the three men at the end of the bed with bare feet.

“Our little kitten doesn’t get it.” Yuto tuts. “Wooseok, explain things to her.”

Your gaze moves to the tallest, youngest man in the room. He’s off center, on Kino’s right side, and he’s watching you with those big doe eyes of his.

Wooseok rubs the back of his neck, cocking his head at you. “You’re not the only one who’s thought about all this stuff.” He says. “The three of us- we’ve talked about this sort of thing happening-”

“You have?” You ask in shock, this being the first time you’ve ever heard of this.

“Of course we have Squeak.” Kino says, using your distracted state to grab at you, striking faster than a snake, and getting your ankle in a harsh grip that he uses to drag you down the bed towards them.

“And we all agreed,” Yuto explains, “that whoever you choose, the other two wont get upset.”

“And now that we know you want all of us-” Kino has dragged you all the way to the foot of the bed, and he releases your ankle in favour of latching onto the rolled cuff of your jeans, tugging gently.

“Besides,” Yuto lets out a small chuckle, “Wooseok’s already been telling girls who hit on him at bars that he’s dating you so they back off. He’s a little more committed to you than Kino or I can afford to be without knowing you return the feelings.”

Your eyes shift to Wooseok again, and you notice how the redness has returned to his ears. He’s looking down at the floor, and your heart swells with emotion.

You look between your best friends, “So you three-”

“Have been hopelessly in love with you for years, Squeak.” Yuto finishes for you. “So let us take care of you. And don't be worried about consequences. There are none.”

“Are you sure about that?” You cock a brow. “I think if Hui finds out about this, he might have a heart attack.”

“Like I said, only good outcomes.” Yuto chuckles, then he holds out a hand for you. “Come here.” You reach for him ,and Yuto easily pulls you to your feet, bringing you close until you’re chest to chest. “Let us help you learn not to worry so much, hmm?”

One of his hands comes to cup your face, thumb brushing across your cheek bone lovingly. Yuto looks down at you with dark eyes that have stars in them, and you let out a breath you hadn’t known you’d been holding.

You trust Yuto- and you trust Kino, and Wooseok.

With one final ‘please, Lord Jesus or whoever is up in the sky- please let this not end badly’ you feel a surge of adrenaline run through you, and it gives you the courage to lurch onto your tiptoes, throw your arms around the back of Yuto’s neck, and press your lips to his for the very first time.

His hands immediately slip down to your waist, and he tugs you closer, kissing you back. He captures your lower lip between his own, suckling on it for a moment before letting his teeth drag against you, earning a small sound that rises out of your chest before you can even stop it.

Yuto grins against your lips briefly before kissing you harder, prompting you to open your mouth and allow his tongue to glide across your teeth. His hand slips down from your waist to your ass, giving you a delicious squeeze-

And then two new hands are grabbing your hips, forcibly making you turn, taking Yuto with you. Someone presses against your back, and it’s easy for you to guess who it is.

Kino’s fingers dig into your hips, pulling your lower body away from Yuto and back towards the new man behind you. Your pink haired friend grinds against you, his lips finding your neck and sending a shiver through your body at the new, unexpected contact.

You find yourself reaching behind you, finding Kino’s hair and lacing your fingers through it, tugging gently and earning a groan that reverberates against your throat. Kino’s teeth graze your jugular and Yuto breaks your kiss in favour of going at the other side of your neck, one of his hands grabbing at your jaw and pushing up, giving both men more space as they suck little love bites into your skin.

Now that your mouth isn’t covered with Yuto’s, your sounds slip out unhindered, little whimpers of delight that earn growls of interest from the men all but claiming your throat - your very breath - as theirs.

Then you remember the soft man missing from this equation, and his name tumbles from your lips. “Wooseok-”

Yuto chuckles darkly against your throat, and then he adjusts the grip still pushing at your chin, so he can insert two fingers into your mouth. “You think you’re funny don’t you?” Yuto asks, nipping at your earlobe. “Saying Wooseok’s name while Kino and I worship you like this.”

You moan around his fingers, blindly grabbing at Yuto’s belt to drag him closer.

“You want him first, don’t you, Squeak?” Kino hisses against your neck. “You always care about your baby boy first, isn’t that right?” He pulls his face away from your skin, and a moment later, his fingers are wrapping around your throat, squeezing.

You moan around Yuto’s fingers and he removes them from your mouth, both men giving you enough space to answer them.

“Yes,” you gasp, pushing your ass back against Kino, “Wooseok deserves it.”

Fingers squeeze your neck again, and Kino’s lips brush by your ear when he asks; “and we don’t?”

You let out a groan when Yuto pushes his leg between your thighs, and it’s the first real contact on your core, sending shivers of pleasure through your body. “You two stole my socks.”

The men caging you in begin to laugh, and if you weren’t so distracted by their hands on you- their massive bodies locking you in between them- you might have laughed as well, but the most you can do is latch onto Yuto’s shoulders when he pushes his thigh up against you harder.

“Fine.” Yuto says, voice low. His hand comes to cup your face, and you open your eyes to look up at him. “You can have Wooseok first. But if you were anyone else- I’d make him wait.”

“Let's make him wait.” Kino pouts behind you, and a moment later he’s latching his lips onto your neck again, finding your sweet spot and exploiting it for the pretty gasps that immediately leave you.

“So you’re going to say no to her?” Yuto laughs, rubbing his nose against yours gently before kissing you with the same softness.

Behind you, Kino groans, and you know he’s been defeated.

“How are we going to do this?” Kino asks, and you realize nearly immediately that he’s not talking to you.

Yuto stops kissing you to consider it for a moment, even turning to look at the bed. Then he says, “Wooseok sitting against the headboard, Squeak on his lap, you can be behind.”

“And you?” You grab the front of Yuto’s shirt, looking up at him with wide eyes.

“I’ll wait.” He assures you. “Someone has to tell these two which positions are going to work.”

“I know positions.” Kino mutters behind you, making both you and Yuto laugh.

Kino must not like being laughed at, because his hands grab your hips and he roughly turns you to face him, looking down at you with a dark gaze. “You think this is funny?” He grabs your face, nearly shaking with what looks to be repressed emotion, and all your laughter dies in your throat. “You have no idea-” He groans, unable to finish his sentence.

“Then show me.”

He grabs your face with both hands, smashing his lips to yours.

If Yuto had been eager but collected, Kino is the opposite side of the same coin, eager and extremely enthusiastic, his tongue clashing against yours immediately. His thumb presses against your cheekbone as he kisses you- and then his hands disappear- only for your shirt to be torn off your body.

Kino’s lips move to your neck and you let out a gasp, fingers threading in his hair while his mouth begins it’s descent. His lips press sloppy kisses to your collarbones and then the swell of your breasts, one of his large hands splaying across the small of your back-

He grabs at the latch of your bra and you whimper, body tingling with anticipation-

While Kino undoes the clasp, the largest set of hands yet finds your shoulders, pushing the straps of your bra down gently. Lips press butterfly kisses against the nape of your neck and your shoulders, a stark contrast to Kino, who successfully gets your bra off and moves his attention to your breasts.

“Fuck-” Kino groans, cupping your left boob in his hand and kneading it while his tongue darts out to tease your other nipple- then he’s grabbing at your legs, lifting you up while the man behind you gets out of the way, allowing Kino to toss you onto the bed, his body landing on top of yours.

Kino’s mouth continues its downward, and then his fingers are finding the waistband of your jeans, tugging roughly- only to allow the denim to fall back to your skin. Kino looks up at you and you gnaw at your lower lip, your own hands moving to undo the button, then the zipper- and when you lift your hips, Kino immediately follows through and helps you pull your jeans off.

“You’re in for it now.” Yuto chuckles darkly, and your gaze shifts to the man from Japan, who has moved to sit in his gaming chair, and is facing the bed with an amused expression on his face.

You don’t have to ask what Yuto is talking about.

It’s a running joke amongst your male friends that Kino loves giving oral- it’s one of the things you’ve spent a lot of time fantasizing about, and now that he’s between your legs- he definitely delivers.

The pink haired man pushes your thighs up to your chest, letting out a soft groan when he brings his mouth to your panty covered core. He places an open mouthed kiss on your entrance, tongue pressing against the fabric of your underwear and making your legs twitch.

“Are you seriously going to tease her while we’re standing here waiting?” Wooseok groans next to you, and you have to admit, you agree with his exasperated tone.

“I'm not forcing you to stand there and watch.” Kino responds quickly, fingers hooking in your panties. When he pulls the fabric to the side, his breath fanning over your heated core, a shiver runs across your body, and your hands instinctively reach for his hair.

“Kino-” You whimper, voice betraying your need.

Your friend looks up at you with mischievous eyes and a grin, then he brings his face to your heat, dragging his tongue across your entrance teasingly. His hands adjust your legs, pushing them up against your chest harder, spreading you open as he places his entire mouth onto you, tongue pushing into your wet hole.

Your fingers tug at his hair and you gasp, back arching. It feels like little shocks of happiness are scattering across your skin.

The bed dips next to you, and then a large hand covers your breast, thumb brushing over your pebbled nipple, earning another sound of pleasure from deep within you.

Wooseok looks down at you, eyes full of wonder, and your heart lurches in your chest. You grab your youngest lover boy, pulling him to your lips.

He’s surprised at first, but it only takes a moment for Wooseok to start kissing you back, his body shifting as he shuffles closer, leaning half over you so he can kiss you harder while his fingers pinch at your nipple.

Kino sucks at your clit, and you shiver, legs closing around his head as a sudden orgasm erupts through your body. You grab at Wooseok’s shoulders, moaning desperately into his mouth while Kino continues to lick and slurp at your entrance- a moment later two of his fingers push into you, and you think this must be the most wonderful feeling your body has ever felt.

The pink haired man’s digits curl up, and you can hear your pussy squelching even over the gasps and whimpers that are escaping you.

Wooseok’s moved his kisses to your neck, and your noises of pleasure fill the space, but you can’t bring yourself to care.

Kino lets up when your legs truly begin to shake, and when he pulls away, your feet fall flat on the mattress, knees closing.

Wooseok’s still working on your neck, one hand worshiping your breast, but after a moment, the hand begins to move downward. He drags his palm along the outside of your leg, up to your knee, then he applies a bit of pressure, prompting your thighs to open.

He moves between your legs slowly, giving you time to push him away, but the moment he’s pressing down against your core, your thighs tighten around his waist.

“Wooseok?” You blink up at him.

“Yeah?” His voice is shaky.

You push at his shoulders, and Wooseok lets up, allowing you to roll, switching positions so you’re now on top of him. Your friend’s hands find your hips, and you grab at his shirt, prompting him to sit up so he can remove it easily.

His lips find your breasts the moment he discards the fabric, and his fingers splay across your back, keeping you close while he moves his kisses up to your neck. He reaches your lips moments later, and you push on his shoulders, causing you both to fall back onto the bed, your hands pressed to his chest, which flexes beneath you.

You roll your hips, and you can feel Wooseok’s cock pressing up against his jeans. You avoid the obnoxious buckle on the belt that he’d found thrifting last December, you’d always known there was a reason you hated it, but have never been able to put your finger on it- now, you realize it’s because it makes Wooseok’s crotch about as inviting as a chastity belt.

“Off.” You mumble against your friend’s lips, reaching a hand between your bodies to tug at the belt buckle before releasing it. Wooseok had had the audacity to put the damned thing on, he can remove it too.

Large hands fumble, metal brushes your exposed abdomen and makes you shiver, Wooseok kisses you deeper in response, managing to get the belt off with one hand while the other returns to cup your face. He’s pulling the leather band completely out of the rings of his pants and throwing it to the side a moment later, and as soon as it’s gone, your hands return to the waistband of his jeans.

The two of you make quick work of undressing him, and before you know it, he’s bare in front of you, and you’re practically drooling at how big he is.

You lick your lips, kissing Wooseok quickly, then beginning your descent. He shivers when you kiss his abdomen, and your fingers wrap around his cock a moment later, earning another hiss, as well as a hand in your hair.

Wooseok looks down at you and you meet his eyes, bringing your mouth to the head of his cock and kitten licking. The gorgeous man lets out a strangled gasp, throwing his head back into the pillows, hips lifting off the bed, and he releases his hold on your hair to grip at the bed sheets. You humour the needy man, sinking your mouth onto his length, taking as much of him as you can.

A hand lands on your ass, surprising you and making you jolt, which sends Wooseok into the back of your throat. You gag, pulling away from Wooseok while your hand continues to pump him, and you look over your shoulder at Kino.

“I know you said you wanted him first-” The mischievous man grabs a fistful of your hair, pulling you up and away from Wooseok so your back is now to Kino’s chest. He runs his tongue from your collarbone up to your ear, and you shiver at the cool stripe it leaves in it’s wake. “But what if I fuck you while you suck him off? There’s no reason you can’t take us both, hmm?”

You gnaw on your lower lip, nodding eagerly, and Kino laughs. He lets you go, shoving your back roughly, and you eagerly return to your task, mouth wrapping around Wooseok once more.

You feel Kino rip your panties at the waist, and you can’t bring yourself to care, taking them off completely would have required you to adjust positions, and it would have taken much too long.

One of Kino’s hands lands on the small of your back, and it glides down your spine while you feel him lining up with your entrance. He coats himself in your slick first, rutting against you but not pushing inside, and you groan around Wooseok, toes curling with anticipation.

Kino chuckles behind you, and then he thrusts into you all at once, both hands moving to grip your hips. “Try not to choke, sweetheart.” Kino warns, and you just know he’s grinning like the complete asshole that he is-

His first thrust sends you forward suddenly, and you nearly gag, groaning at how quickly he’d almost made you fail his warning. You pull your mouth off of Wooseok, fist pumping up and down his length while you suckle on the head, finding this less risky with Kino behind you and at full energy.

Wooseok doesn’t seem to mind the change, and one of his large hands comes down to cover yours, applying pressure that tells you to squeeze him harder. You follow through, and the man below you lets out a groan.

The sound of praise goes straight to your core, and you feel yourself tighten around Kino, who reacts with a laugh, then smacks you across your ass just enough to sting.

You whimper, a little shocked at just how much you’re enjoying Kino being rough with you. An orgasm is building in the pit of your stomach, and you rest your head on Wooseok’s thigh, eyes closing, allowing yourself to enjoy the feeling of Kino fucking you silly with even more intensity.

“She feels so good.” Kino groans, and you whimper in response, adoring how he’s ignoring you and talking about you to the others like this.

“Don’t rub it in.” Yuto’s deep voice sends a tingle rushing through your entire being, you’d almost forgotten he was there-

Kino simply laughs, and his hips rut into you faster and harder- you’d thought he’d be losing energy by now, not fucking you even better-

“Gonna cum for me, Squeak?” Kino grabs at your hair, and he hauls you up to his chest for the second time tonight. His hand moves to your throat to keep you where he wants you, and his strong forearm is like a security bar holding you up where it presses across your chest, allowing his other hand to grasp your breast roughly.

You can’t respond, but you manage a nod, and Kino’s condescending laugh at the motion sends you over the edge. You throw your head back onto Kino’s shoulder, pulse thumping loudly in your head from the way he’s cutting off your oxygen with the hand still on your throat.

You can feel him everywhere.

Your fingers latch onto his wrist, not to pull him away, but to anchor yourself as waves of pleasure wash over your entire body. Kino is steady behind you, and he works you through your orgasm with a pace that turns erratic as his own high becomes nearly too much for him to bear.

When he finally slows down, releasing your neck, you take a strangled breath. You feel a soft kiss to your shoulder, and then the roughness returns, with Kino pushing you onto Wooseok’s chest.

The maknae catches you, holding you close while you catch your breath. But when you shift, and feel Wooseok’s cock twitch with interest where it’s pressed between your bodies, you’re determined to pull yourself together and fuck all three of your friends. You can’t stop now.

Your hand forms a fist, and you push yourself up, looking down at Wooseok. Then you lift your hips, grabbing your friend’s cock to guide him to your entrance. You sit down just as Wooseok’s hands find your waist, a wide eyed look on his face.

He's big.

So, so big.

And with you sitting on top, he fills you completely

Your wet core flutters around the new intrusion, and you curse yourself for ever having thought prep with Kino - who to be fair, had felt to be quite well endowed himself - would prepare you for your six foot three bestie with hands larger than your entire head.

You press your palms flat to Wooseok’s chest, and you lift yourself a few inches before sinking back onto his length, a whimper leaving your lips as your body adjusts. He feels so good splitting you open like this-

Wooseok’s fingers press into your hips, lifting you slightly, only to slam you back down onto his cock, and you nearly wail from pleasure. He adjusts his feet on the bed behind you so he can thrust up into you better, and you find yourself becoming practically a rag doll for the large maknae below you, who man handles you despite your top position.

You don’t care that Wooseok’s taken the power from you. Your mind going blank, unable to think about anything other than how good he feels-

“Sit up and move to the headboard so you can lean against it.” Yuto’s voice interrupts your pleasure haze, and your eyes open when Wooseok moves, following through with the instruction and dragging you with him.

“Now you kitten,” a hand brushes by your shoulders, and you shiver, “turn around. Face away from Wooseok for me.”

You do as you’re told, and two pairs of hands help you. They even ensure you sit back on Wooseok’s cock, and he groans. You feel him press against your back, his hand snaking around your front to play with your clit, lips finding your shoulder.

Wooseok’s legs are spread ever so slightly, and Yuto is kneeling there in front of you.

In this position, it’s almost hard to look up at Yuto, and your hands press down into the bed, arms straight and holding you above Wooseok’s knees while you grind back against him in a mock reverse cowgirl position.

The good thing is, you don’t have to look up at him, and your eyes immediately lock on your target. Your hands move to undo Yuto’s pants- only for Wooseok to push into you, making your balance falter, almost causing you to fall flat on your face- but you catch yourself at the last moment.

Yuto laughs above you. “Our little chew toy.” He says fondly, beginning to undo his belt. “I'd love to hear you squeak, but I need your mouth for other things.”

Yuto even guides himself to your lips, and you eagerly accept him, whimpering with delight when his hand finds your hair, and you realize he’s going to facefuck you while Wooseok thrusts into you from behind in the reverse cowgirl Eiffel Tower hybrid position you’ve found yourself in.

You give yourself up completely to Yuto and Wooseok, their little chew toy, and your whole being floods with pleasure from them using you.

You hollow your cheeks around Yuto, and he fucks your mouth harder, cock hitting the back of your throat.

“Fuck!” Wooseok groans loudly behind you. “She gets to fucking tight when you do that-”

“Then I'll do it again.” Yuto says simply from above you, and he continues to fuck your face, making sure to press into your throat a second time.

Wooseok moans even louder, fingers digging into your waist, confirmation that making you choke on Yuto’s cock makes your pussy squeeze like a vice grip-

“Can you just cum already?!” Yuto says, and you know by his tone that he’s speaking to the man behind you.

“No, you cum! I’m not cumming in this position!” Wooseok argues back.

“The fuck you aren't!”

“I’m not.” Wooseok says, voice something near a growl.

Yuto groans a moment later. “Guess it’s my turn.” He mutters, pulling out of your mouth suddenly.

You look up at him with teary eyes as he pumps his cock-

“Don’t cum on her, or in her mouth!” Wooseok commands from behind you.

Three “what!?”’s ring through the room, but with another massive groan, Yuto follows through with even this ridiculous command, and Kino tosses him a shirt in record time to use in lieu of your body. You all look at the fabric, realizing it’s Wooseok’s- and Yuto explodes into his friend’s shirt with a manic laugh.

Wooseok groans loudly, lifting you off of his cock and tossing you onto the bed next to him. He’s between your legs an instant later, pushing back into you as he captures your mouth with his own.

He fucks you fluidly, with a rhythm that’s just the right speed, and he fills you so perfectly-

You dig your fingers into Wooseok’s shoulders, your orgasm washing over you like waves of warm sunshine. You bury your face in Wooseok’s neck, whimpering while Wooseok echoes your sounds with groans of his own.

One of his hands is on your hip, and he squeezes you gently there, rhythm faltering, thrusts becoming slower but harder, more intimate.

You find yourself lacing your fingers in his silky hair, dragging his face from your shoulder so you can kiss him, losing yourself in his lips as your orgasm subsides and Wooseok slows down to a stand still.

Neither of you move for a few seconds, simply breathing together, feeling each other’s hearts racing through your compressed chests. Then Wooseok takes a deep breath and pushes himself off of you.

“I’m going to the shower.” He announces.

Yuto groans, following the younger man a moment later, and you’re left with Kino.

The pink haired man has his sweat pants on, and he comes to sit on the end of the bed, fingers brushing against your ankle. You pull your leg away, looking down at him suspiciously. You definitely can’t go another round-

“Relax.” Kino says, shifting closer, and he shows you a wet cloth in his hand. “With Wooseok in the shower, there’s no way you’d get any water.” He tells you, bringing the warm fabric to the soft flesh of your inner thigh. “Let me take care of you.”

You take a deep breath and rest against the pillows, closing your eyes and spreading your legs for Kino. You let out a whimper when he brushes by your clit, and then his lips press a gentle kiss to your inner knee as if to say ‘sorry’, and he proceeds with more caution.

“Kino?”

“Hmm?” He nuzzles his cheek against your knee, finishing his work.

“What you guys said earlier, about being in love with me-”

“You think we didn’t mean it?” He pulls away from you, hands closing your knees.

You open your eyes, worried you’ve upset him, but then Kino is laying down next to you, covering you both in a blanket and adjusting your body to turn you into his little spoon.

He curls around you, pressing a kiss to your shoulder.

Your heart melts for him, especially when his hand slips over your waist, sneaking down to the bed in search of your fingers, which he promptly finds and captures between his own.

“This just feels like a dream.” You sigh, closing your eyes, trying to enjoy being with Kino in this way without overthinking it.

Kino laughs against your shoulder, pressing more kisses onto your skin. “Well, i promise to be here in the morning when you wake up, and the morning after that, and the morning after that-”

You laugh, rolling your eyes at your friend, who nips at your ear lobe. You shiver at the contact of his lips on the sensitive shell of your ear. “Where did you learn to be so rough like this?” You ask. “I knew you have a reputation in bed, but that was-”

“Did you like it rough, Squeak?” He squeezes you tightly, lips trailing along your neck.

“Yeah-” You let out a breathy sound, toes curling when he focuses on the sweet spot below your ear, and you can feel Kino smiling against it a moment later.

“I’ve noticed you have a thing for pain.” Kino says. “Sometimes, when I hug you too tight, you let out these little sounds-” You feel your skin heating, knowing exactly what he’s talking about, and Kino chuckles, squeezing your hand. “And what can I say?” Kino’s teeth graze your shoulder. “I'm nothing if not a giver in bed.”

Your pussy throbs at his words, and you push your ass back against him.

Kino lets go of your fingers, and then his hand finds your thigh, moving from the outside in, and gliding up to your core. “Let me give you another one?” He asks, kissing your shoulder.

“I can’t believe you two.” Yuto’s voice always seems to shock you, and you think you’ll have to get used to being intimate with one person while two others watch and can jump in at any moment-

“How was your shower?” Kino asks, his warm body leaving yours in favour of sitting up to stare at the man standing in the doorway. You mirror the motion, pulling Kino’s blanket with you.

“Wooseok’s been in there the whole time. He just finished,” Yuto’s eyes move to you. “Come on, Squeak.”

“I’ll come when Yuto’s done.” Kino tells you, turning and grabbing your jaw to keep you still while he presses a kiss to your lips. He’s gone much too fast for your liking, letting you go with a mischievous grin before collapsing back into the pillows. “Oh-” He says as you crawl from the bed, his hand grabbing the fabric that’s still wrapped around you, “and leave the blanket.”

Yuto laughs, grabbing your hands and pulling you to your feet. The air is cold against your exposed skin, but Yuto is quick to pull you to his warm chest. He turns you so you’re facing away from the door, and then he steps forward, forcing you to move back, step by step, all the way to the bathroom. He does this sort of thing with you frequently, usually when you’re clothed, so you’re used to this wordless behaviour.

You bump into Wooseok, literally, as he’s exiting the bathroom, and suddenly it’s two warm bodies pressed against your own.

Wooseok is so tall. When he towers over you, you notice his hair is still wet from the droplets that land on you.

You giggle, pressing up to Yuto in an effort to escape Wooseok from dripping onto you, and your best friend - like the dog he is - deliberately shakes his head out.

Yuto shoves at Wooseok before he can get too much splattered on the two of you, and pushes past the younger man. He helps you to the shower first, then kicks off his sweatpants, joining you under the warm water.

Neither of you say anything, but you’ve been at this comfort level in your friendship for years now, and have often shared pleasant silences in each other’s company.

Kino keeps his promise and shows up when Yuto leaves. He holds you close to his chest, sharing the warm water with you.

When you exit the shower, Kino hands you a shirt and some boxers, an outfit you’ve worn on many impromptu sleep overs here.

“My bed is biggest.” Kino says as you exit the bathroom, and you laugh, knowing full well that all three men all have queen mattresses because they’d got them in some weird three for one closing sale in your first year of university-

“Kino-” You turn to argue but your best friend bends down, lifts you up by your thighs, and tosses you over his shoulder. When you say his name this time, it’s a scream, and it makes him laugh.

It also earns a groan from Yuto’s room, and a moment later he appears, following the pink haired thief.

Kino tosses you onto his bed, getting under the covers with you and regaining his spot as the big spoon. He tucks you close to his chest, letting out a contented sigh.

Yuto claims your other side soon after, laying on his back, allowing you to tangle your legs with one of his.

Wooseok is last in the room.

He takes one look at you, sees you’re all but monopolized on either side, and in one motion, he flops his body over all three of your tired, and completely unexpecting, forms.

There’s an immediate commotion and struggle, and you’re too tired to do anything but laugh, closing your eyes and knowing that you’re safe with your three best friends in the entire world.

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Pentagon - When they're jealous

>Maknae Line | Middle Line | Hyung Line

SFW; Warnings: mentions of alcohol/drinking; gender-neutral reader

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@bunnybunnykino requested: Hey! I love your blog! Someone that writes for Pentagon have my whole heart! Can i request a scenario where Pentagon get jealous over their s/o? Pleeease 🥺❤️

a/n: Thank you sm for requesting. I had a lot of fun writing these scenarios and I hope you'll enjoy them. Since they ended up getting a little lengthy I decided to split them into three posts~

Yuto

“I think I drank too much,” you’d said. “I’m feeling sick.”

And yet, now Yuto was seeing you from across the room, a new drink in your hand and seemingly chatting away with some random dude.

His grip tightened around the glass of water he’d gotten for you from the kitchen. He wasn’t the type to lose his temper, but he’d had to admit that this made him feel a little frustrated. How could you take a drink from some stranger, even though you knew he was on his way to get something to drink for you?

His lips in a slight pout, Yuto made his way over to you, trying to swallow his disappointment.

When he got closer, he noticed your body language, how you were wrapping your free hand around your body, your shoulders raised. How you seemed to lean as faw away from the guy as possible, the drink resting in your hand untouched, without purpose.

His disappointment subsided in the blink of an eye, replaced by worry.

As you saw him approaching you, a relieved smile appeared on your lips.

Returning the smile warmly, he took the drink from your hand and replaced it with the glass of water he’d gotten for you.He set the drink no one had asked for down on a table behind you, not minding the other guy for even a second. What was important now was you and that you were feeling okay.

“Yeah, thank you.” You rested your head against his chest, and he put an arm around you and started caressing your back in slow movements.

“We head home if you want,” he whispered into your hair, squeezing you a little tighter, careful not to make you spill the water.

“Mhm, sounds good.”

“Let’s leave after you’re done drinking then.”

“Mhm.”

For a moment, Yuto watched fondly, as you sipped on your glass of water.

Only then did he remember the guy, who was still standing in front of you.

“Can I help you somehow?” Yuto asked, and it was amazing, really, because he managed to make it sound very polite and genuine.

“Ah, no, we were just having a little chat.”

“That’s nice.”

“Uh, yeah.”

“We’re about to leave though, so you may want to look for a different company. Maybe someone who’s a little less drunk.”

“I guess so.” The guy laughed awkwardly and turned to leave.

“Your drink.”

“Huh?”

Yuto smiled, holding out the glass he had taken from your hands earlier. “You forgot your drink.”

Hyunggu

Hyunggu wasn't a jealous person per se. He didn't have a reason to be, he knew you were into him, and that other's weren't a real threat.

But from time to time he just wanted to brag about how you're all his, showing everyone that they didn't stand a chance with you.

Tonight was one of these times; your conversation with that random guy dragging on way too long. Hyunggu didn't like the way he leaned in close to you, using the loud music as an excuse to speak directly into your ear. You weren't pushing away either. Maybe you wanted to be polite or maybe you were genuinely interested in what that guy was saying—either way, Hyunggu didn't like this.

He'd been sitting by watching idly from afar for a while but when that dude brushed your arm with his hand casually, as if there wasn't anything special about it, he decided it was time to put him in his place.

Hyunggu excused himself from the friends he'd been talking to with a nod and the promise to meet up sometime and made his way through the crowd over to you.

Without warning, he sneaked his arms around your waist from behind and left a chaste kiss on your temple. He felt you startle under his sudden touch before you relaxed into his embrace.

"Are you having a fun conversation, baby?" He asked, giving your waist a little squeeze.

You nodded, moving your hands to rest over his. "Yeah it's been fine."

The guy across from you seemed a little thrown off. Hyunggu could see in his expression that he'd hoped for the night to end differently, with your number in his phone or maybe even you in his bed.

Of course, you would have never let any of that happen and Hyunggu knew—but still, it didn't hurt to show him just how taken you were.

Hyunggu threw the guy a self-sufficient smile as you snuggled a bit into his arms.

The guy seemed to be unsure what to do, intimidated by the expression in Hyunggu's eyes but too prideful to just leave, so he opted to introduce himself.

"I didn't know they had a boyfriend," he said then, chuckling awkwardly. It was clear he was trying to say this casually, as if you being taken hadn't just destroyed his plans for the evening, but he didn't quite succeed.

"So they do." Hyunggu didn't bother introducing himself, since he was sure the conversation wouldn't drag on much longer either way. "I didn't want to interrupt you two though, feel free to continue your conversation." His voice sounded sweet and genuine, but his eyes betrayed him.

"Ah, no worries," another awkward laugh, "I was about to get myself another drink anyway. Anything for the two of you?"

"Thanks, we're good," you replied, knowing full well that your conversation partner wouldn't be coming back.

As he scurried away, you turned around in Hyunggu's arms, facing him.

"Are you being jealous, my love?"

A playful pout appeared on his face. "What would I be jealous for?"

You smiled before leaning in and pecking his lips.

"Exactly."

Wooseok

Wooseok liked your sister and her family, really. And he was as excited as you to finally meet their baby who’d just been born a few weeks ago. So, when you’d asked him if he’d be okay with her family coming over for coffee one of these days, he’d happily given an okay.

He couldn’t wait for them to come and was eager to hold the baby for the first time (though he’d been really nervous about it too, not wanting to hurt the little thing, that looked so tiny in his arms).

But now that your visitors had been around for a few hours, the initial excitement slowly faded, making space for a different, unpleasant feeling. The five of you were sitting in the living room, sipping on coffee and tea as your sister and her husband told you about the stress and happiness of the last few weeks.

All the while, your nephew was laying in your arms, looking at you with his big baby eyes and completely enchanting you. Whenever he so much as lifted a finger, you started to coo over him. “Awww, aren’t you so cute?” you’d say, and “Our little baby has the prettiest eyes, hm?”

Obviously Wooseok had to agree, your nephew was undeniably cute with his tiny hands and big brown eyes. But you didn’t have to fuss over him that much, did you? He wasn’t even your child.

When the time finally came and your sister announced they’d have to leave, Wooseok almost wanted to sigh in relief. He said goodbye to the three of them, a loose, friendly hug for the parents and a small wave for their son, before you accompanied them to the door, saying your goodbyes as well.

Wooseok stayed in the living room, waiting for the telltale sound of the front door closing and you coming back.

As soon as you did, he frowned at you from his place on the couch. Confused, you walked over to him, and he immediately wrapped his arms around your waist, his grumpy expression not disappearing.

“What’s wrong, baby?”

“Yeah,” he said. “I’m your baby.”

“What?”

“He’s not your baby. Because I am.”

“Wooseok, are you jealous of a literal infant right now?”

“I’m not jealous.” He pouted. “But I’m your favorite, right?”

You couldn’t contain the fond laughter slipping past your lips. “You’re my favorite,” you said, bending down a little to cup his face.

“Promise?”

“Promise”

He leaned into your touch, resting his head against your stomach as you moved your hands to brush through his hair.

“Okay, you’re forgiven.”

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baby-iloveyou · 3 years ago

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A private afterparty

pairing: Kang Hyunggu from Pentagon x gn!reader genre: smut; university!fic warnings: university!hyunggu, a lot of tongue and cheek, Hyunggu is a teasing little bastard, friendly 'bullying' and teasing, drinking alcohol, a lot of 'sex with your mum' jokes, swearing, bisexual!hyunggu summary: Kang Hyunggu was one of the members of your project group, and he's also one of the most loved people in your year. You're good friends with him, and after this party you decide to hang out just a bit longer. It just isn't a very common way of hanging out when you're friends... word count: 5.7k writer notes: my longest piece so far! this is heavily inspired on an event that did actually happen to me so i really hope you enjoy! it was definitely fun to write ;)

You were finally done! The group project you had to work on had been handed in. “Thank fuck that’s done, now we just have the presentation left. But the biggest obstacle is behind us!” You sent in the groupchat. Jinho, your group’s mentor, almost instantly replied: “Good job guys, do you want to grab some dinner together to celebrate? There is also a beach party starting at around 8PM so we could go there afterwards too. We might be a bit later than the actual start but that should be alright.” Dinner together and a party afterwards sounded like a good idea to you, and to most of your group mates as well.

One of your group mates was Kang Hyunggu. Almost everyone from your year knew him, the handsome funny guy from the orientation week. How many times had you heard his name as a whisper from the people sitting behind you when you were seated in the café of your faculty. And now you were good friends with him because of the group project. At first, you didn’t want to admit that he was the full package. However, the more you started talking to him and got closer to him, you could understand why everyone was in love with this guy. His face literally seemed as if it was from an artwork, his face would be the definition of ‘beauty’ in a dictionary. He was tall, and his body proportions were amazing. Not only that, but his frame was also nicely shaped since he danced every single day. He’s a confident man, who loves to tease and joke around. Not an opportunity slips past him to crack some stupid joke or to mess with you just for the sake of teasing.

And you had to admit, all his teasing made you feel weak. It made you fall in love with him.

You loved being teased, although it would seem like you were getting annoyed with it. In reality, you would just try to deny the fact that you did like it. That was the fun in it; if he would’ve known you didn’t mind the teasing, he probably would’ve stopped. And that’s not what you were after.

“Are you guys also going to the beach party from Viking tonight?” You sent in the groupchat with your friends. “My project group and I are grabbing dinner together and then we’re going so if any of you are coming, let me know!” After you had sent the message, another message from the project group came in. “Where should we meet up?” Yanan asked, followed by a response from Yuto, who suggested getting some burgers at the new place in the city centre. Everyone agreed and you would be meeting each other in a few hours.

“I am planning on going so I’ll see you later Y/N! Don’t forget to bring some drinks, I believe they’re not providing those at the party”, your friend Bora sent in the groupchat. You were getting excited, it had been a while since you had gone out for a party. You took the time to get dressed, and wear something you felt confident in, and got ready to leave when it was almost time for dinner.

When you arrived, you saw Hyunggu, Shinwon and Changgu standing in front of the restaurant already. “Hey guys!” You shouted out so they saw you arriving. “Hey there Y/N!” Changgu replied. You parked your bike next to a tree and walked over to the group. “How is everyone doing now that we’ve finished the report?” Shinwon grinned and said: “Pretty good, I’m so glad we’re done.” Everyone nodded agreeingly. “We’re just waiting for the rest, we could also go inside beforehand and wait there?” Hyunggu suggested, which everyone found a good idea. He sent out a message to the groupchat, informing the rest who hadn’t arrived yet that the four of you would be waiting inside for them and followed you inside.

Once the entire group was complete and was seated, your mentor had a little speech prepared. “Everyone worked extremely hard on this report, I’m so very proud of you guys for writing such a good piece. Now it’s time to drink some drinks and party until we can’t anymore! Cheers guys!” You raised your glass, clinking it with every other glass (that you could reach from your position at the table) before taking a big gulp. Everyone started talking to each other about everything and nothing at the same time, and there was a jolly atmosphere. You were enjoying this evening a lot.

However, this is where Hyunggu had decided to start messing around with you. “Do you think you can finish that entire glass with your height? Don’t you think you’re a bit too young for that?” He poked out his tongue and smirked, knowing that his words affected you. He just didn’t know in what way they affected you. “I might be shorter than you, and a few months younger than you, but that doesn’t mean I can’t drink.” You said, while jokingly rolling your eyes. “Is that so? What about we see who can chug a bottle quicker later at the party? I want to see this with my own eyes, I want to see you lose with my own eyes.” Hyunggu said, as he softly bit the inside of his lower lip. This man will drive me insane with how insanely good-looking he is, you thought to yourself. You weren’t the one to say no to a challenge, so while leaning back into the couch, arms crossed, you said: “Challenge accepted”, while staring right into his eyes and a tiny smirk popping up on your face.

It was now about an hour later. Everyone had finished their food, and half of the group was already tipsy. You, Hyunggu and Hongseok weren’t a part of that group. You were saving your all for the challenge that would happen later that night. “If everyone has had enough, we can start moving to the beach?” Jinho proposed to the group. Everyone agreed, and after paying for the food, the entire group was standing outside, ready to leave for a good party. “Shit, I still need to get some drinks. You guys can go ahead though, I’ll get there by myself!” You shouted, realising you didn’t buy any drinks yet. “Are you sure, Y/N?” Jinho asked to make sure you would be alright. “I’ll stay with Y/N, we’ll make sure to keep you updated”, someone from behind you said to Jinho. And you knew that voice all too well - Kang Hyunggu. “Alright, stay safe you two. We’ll see you showing up later!” The mentor said before taking off on his bicycle, following the rest of the group.

“My god, I cannot believe you.” You say, with a smile on your face and rolling your eyes at Hyunggu when you turned around to face him. “Are you this obsessed with me already after a 7-week period?” You smirk at the man, now standing in front of you. Hyunggu snorts. “Nah, I just like annoying you because you have the best reactions out of anyone.” “Well, thanks I guess.” You walk into the store and head right to the liquor aisle. “Which beer do you fancy chugging tonight?” You ask Hyunggu. “Which one do you hate?” “Are you really planning on trying to win in an unfair way? Pfft!” You huff at him, acting out disbelief on your face. “Well, then which one do you love? I’ll prove to you that flavour doesn’t matter.” He winked at you, a smirk slowly showing again. You muttered out a “yeah, sure” before grabbing a few bottles and heading over to the cash register to pay.

“Do you know which way we have to go? Then I don’t have to use Google Maps.” You asked Hyunggu. Mistake number one: don’t ask him any serious questions. “I think it’s where your home is.” You looked up at him, confusion showing in your eyes. “Well, your mum is there and I think I’d have a great night.” He winked, a smug smirk with his teeth showing. You punched him in the arm. “God, stop it with the ‘your mum’ jokes. That one was horrible!” You snickered. In the meantime, you had googled the address that Jinho sent in your groupchat and had figured out the route. “ Let’s go loser, or we’ll be even later.”

During this 15-minute bike ride, Hyunggu could not stop cracking ‘your mum’ jokes. Mistake number two: don’t tell him to stop doing a certain thing, because he will keep going. The only thing you could do was sigh every time. He just kept on going. And going. And they somehow got worse over time (you didn’t think that was possible, considering they were already terrible from the start). “Did you know my height isn’t the only thing that’s big? Bet your mum would like that.” “What if I become your step-father? I think your mum would want to marry me.” They just became sillier and sillier. Once you arrived at the beach, you could not park your bike quick enough to escape the endless stream of ‘your mum’ jokes.

“Bora, help me, Hyunggu is just making sex jokes about my mum and he’s being annoying!” You whined at your best friend, who had been here since the beginning of the party and was slightly tipsy at the moment. She couldn’t help but laugh. “Typically Hyunggu. I can’t help you much with that, sweetheart.” Hyunggu caught up with you, and Hongseok joined you and Bora as well. The campfire behind you was a source of warmth, but it was still terribly cold. Who decided to host a beach party in the middle of October?

“Are you ready to get owned, Ggu?” You taunted him, slightly turning your head to seem intimidating. It didn’t work. Hyunggu stuck out his tongue and looked off in the distance as a reaction. “Do you still really believe I will lose?” His eyes now focused on your face, and your eyes to be more specific. You avoided his gaze, opened your bottle and raised it. “Do you want to bet something on this?” Your eyes now looked back up to his eyes, awaiting his response. He raised one eyebrow, intrigued at your offer. “Do you have any interesting offers?” You stayed silent for a few seconds to think. “If you win, you get to see a photo of my mum that you so dearly want to fuck. If I win, you stop with the ‘your mum’ jokes.” You prompted. “Alright. Good luck, friend.” Bora and Hongseok counted down for your start to be fair. “Three… Two… One… Drink!” You raised the bottle to your lips, letting the liquid flow into your mouth, Hyunggu doing the same.

It was a close battle, but in the end, Hyunggu won. You let out a big sigh, a tad disappointed that you couldn’t boast to him that you won a chugging battle against him. “What a sweet drink, bet your mum tastes even sweeter than this! And I’ll guess that is a victory for me, how unexpected!” He let out, in a very sarcastic tone. Your hand rubbed over your face, admitting defeat. “Whatever, you were just lucky. But a deal’s a deal, so I’ll show you a picture of my mum.” You pulled out your phone out of your jacket’s pocket, looking for a photo where your mum was clearly visible. “Here you go, Hyunggu. Are you satisfied now?” You held the phone in front of his face. “Okay, to be honest, not my type, but that doesn’t stop me from cracking all those jokes.” He stuck out his tongue again, and at this point, you were sure he was so full of himself, confidence radiating off of him now that he beat you. And frustratingly enough, it was attractive. It was so hot, seeing him in his element so much, his hair slightly damp from the mist in the air. He was so fucking hot. And you couldn’t help the dirty thoughts that were flooding your mind.

“Oh man, I knew you were short but wow, you’re a real shorty!” Hyunggu grinned. You were standing in a circle-ish formation, and unfortunately, you were standing at the bit where the sand was slightly lower, making the height difference between you and Hyunggu even bigger. It also did not help that Hongseok had now joined in with Hyunggu, making comments about your height. You bit on your tongue, taking a step closer to the man standing across from you. Your face got closer and closer to his, until you were only inches away from each other. This entire time, you held eye contact with him. “I cannot believe you.” You chuckled. “Could you just shut up for a moment?” Your tongue poked out of your mouth, still biting on it.

Hyunggu did not move backwards at all. He stayed perfectly still where he was standing. You actually expected him to back away, but the fact that he didn’t was attractive. Anything this guy did was attractive and it annoyed you. Why did he not move a fucking inch? It drove you crazy. “Where’s the fun in that, though? I like teasing you, like I said earlier. Don’t you remember?” He copied your expression, his smile turning into a smirk as always. “Hey, either get a room or stop with this sexual tension. Hongseok and I are still here, remember?” Bora interrupted your little staring competition. You slowly widened the gap between you and Hyunggu again, while saying: “Do you really think I’d have sex with him when he’d rather fuck my mum?” Hyunggu snickered. “I see you’ve caught on with the ‘your mum’ jokes. I thought you hated them so much?” Your eyes were lasering a hole into his face. “Don’t make me strangle you.” He jokingly held up his hands next to his head.

“Guys, I do have to catch a bus so I’ll get going now.” Bora exclaimed after an hour. It was getting late, and so the rest of you also decided to leave with her. The four of you all cycled together to the station, you and Hyunggu paying extra attention to Bora and Hongseok since they were drunk and you didn’t want your friends to fall off their bikes.

Once you arrived at the station, you were about to say your goodbyes to each other, when Hongseok said the following: “I know this is out of the blue, but I just want to place a bet real quick.” Everyone looked at him with curiosity. “I’m almost certain you two…”, pointing at both you and Hyunggu, “...you are gonna fuck tonight. There’s no way around it.” Bora cackled and agreed with Hongseok, also betting on it. The only appropriate response to this was to laugh it off, you thought. “They are drunk, they don’t know what they’re talking about.” Hyunggu said to you. “You’re right, haha.” Secretly, you were wishing Bora and Hongseok were right.

“I’ll see you guys soon! Have a good night!” You waved Bora and Hongseok goodbye. Bora had to catch her bus, and Hongseok just went home. This left you and Hyunggu alone, right next to the station. “Ah, that was fun.” You said to Hyunggu, expecting some snarky joke about how your mum would also be a lot of fun. But he didn’t. “It really was. That one beer you picked out was really nice, by the way.” He indirectly complimented you? This was new. You weren’t used to this. “What’s this? You’re being nice to me? I didn’t know you could do that?” He rolled his eyes. “Just because I choose not to, doesn’t mean I can’t actually be very nice to you. And isn’t that what friends do? Bully each other in a friendly way?” You couldn’t believe his words. You knew he genuinely respected you, but to hear him confirm it was so… sweet. “I guess you’re right, yeah. It is honestly quite fun when you tease me like that. It’s a fun dynamic.” You smile at him, making him smile as well.

An hour had passed, and you were actually having a regular conversation. No teasing (okay, some teasing, because it IS still Hyunggu in the end), just talking casually about what your lives had been up to in the last few weeks outside of the project. It was nice. You felt so comfortable with him, as if you had known him for much longer than 7 weeks. And you assumed he felt the same way, seeing his comfortable stance and the way he talked to you.

Another hour passed. It was now 2AM, and you were freezing. The mist had gotten even thicker, and you could barely see 50 metres away from you. After two hours of standing outside, you saw some lights approaching. Two people cycled past you, and Hyunggu, after they were far enough away from you two, said: “They are gonna fuck, for sure. No doubt about that. Did you see the eyes of that guy? He’s needy as fuck.” You raised your eyebrow at him. “Yeah, sure they are. What about those three in the distance?” You pointed at the three heads you saw through the window of an apartment. He looked up and giggled. “I don’t know about them. I mean, maybe?” It prompted him to ask you: “Do you think you’d be interested in threesomes?”

The question caught you off-guard. You didn’t think you would be outside at 2AM, talking to Kang Hyunggu out of all people, about threesomes out of all subjects. “I think I’d like it? I mean, extra pleasure at the same time? But it has to be with the right people.” He nodded. “If it’s with the right people, I would give it a try. But otherwise, I think I’m good.”

The conversation slowly drifted to more sexual topics, like your sexual preferences and kinks. “I used to be just into women, but I came to the realisation that I like other genders as well a year or two ago.” The casual coming-out from Hyunggu either confirmed that he trusted you or that he was comfortable with his sexuality. Or both. Either way, it made you happy that he shared it with you. “Honestly, as long as they are up for squishing my ass, we’re good.” He laughed. “Oh, so you’re into that huh?” You raised an eyebrow at him while smirking. “Perhaps I am.” He winked back at you.

“Were you a horny teen?” You asked him, while snickering at the question. He scoffed. “Make a guess, Y/N. I’m a guy who loves to make sex jokes. What do you think?” You chuckled at his answer. “Okay, I guess that's clear then.” “What about you? Were you?” You were slightly hesitant at first to answer, but after a few seconds you said: “Yes, it was honestly terrible how horny I was back in the day.” You were rewarded with a Hyunggu laugh. “Okay, so what about now? Are you still as horny? Did you play games like truth or dare as well?” “I’ve never played truth or dare as in, the sexual version, no. And I’d like to think I’m not stuck anymore in the ‘only thinking about sex’ loop.” You chuckled. “Do you want to play truth or dare then? It’s funny, I swear.”

Why were you playing truth or dare with your very attractive, hot, handsome friend, in the midst of the night, outside while it was freezing? You didn’t know entirely why. You didn’t know what in you thought it was a good idea to say yes to his proposal to play truth or dare. Although he did say he would keep it PG, you weren’t sure whether you wanted him to stay PG. The way he had been constantly teasing you made you extremely needy for him, for his touch. It made you feel pathetic, wanting to feel his cock inside you so badly. Yet here you were, playing ‘PG truth or dare’ in the cold, at 3AM.

“Was there a moment where you really hated me?” Hyunggu asked, an expecting look in his eyes. “About… 5 hours ago? When you were just going on and on with the ‘your mum’ jokes?” He cackled, his eyes closing from laughing. “Be honest though, some of them were really good”, he paused, “just like me in bed when I’m fucking your mum.” You punched his side, in disbelief but also not surprised at all. “What’s up with the ‘I’m keeping this game PG’? Did you forget about that?” You smiled. “It’s mostly been PG, and I was just stating the truth, mind you.” You raised your eyebrows at him, staring at him, your mouth agape. You were speechless. He didn’t pay too much attention to your state, asking you whether you wanted a truth or a dare. “Truth.” “Now that I’ve already made a sexual remark, can I just ask anything?” You nodded. Sure, what was the worst thing he could ask? “Are you horny right now?”

You raised your eyebrows again, this time in disbelief. Did he actually just ask that? What the fuck? “I… I…” You couldn’t talk. It felt as if all the words you knew had suddenly vanished from your memory. “If you don’t want to answer that question, then that-” “Yes, I am. Very horny, even.” It left Hyunggu silent. What was the point of asking that question? You imagined him teasing you with the information, but he just… stood there. He had said nothing about it. No teasing, nothing that provoked you. It felt out of place. And the silence was killing you.

“Truth or dare?” It was his turn to pick one. It was the first time after a minute that your eyes met again. “Dare.” Hyunggu said, just a bit louder than a whisper, but not as loud as normal speech. You, trying to lighten up the mood a bit again, jokingly said: “If you’re so desperate for fucking my mum, then do whatever you want to do with her to me.” It obviously was a joke, you could easily tell from your tone. But Hyunggu stayed silent, eyes locked with yours, inching closer and closer without breaking eye contact. So close even, that your foreheads and noses were touching each other.

You could feel your body burning, your lust growing with every step he took. At some point it didn’t even feel like it was freezing anymore. It suddenly felt like it was the middle of summer with how hot you were getting. Your mind was racing with thoughts, until they were interrupted by Hyunggu speaking up.

“And what if I prefer doing you instead?”

He said that. He actually said that. You could not believe your ears. You could feel the butterflies in your stomach, but also the burning feeling in your lower area. Kang Hyunggu said that he wanted to fuck you. You caught him staring at your lips and were able to pull away just in time. “Please come over to my place.” You stared at him, almost begging he would nod and come with you. So the moment his head moved up and down, you instantly got onto your bikes and led the way to your apartment.

The way you cycled home felt as if you were a cyclist in the Tour De France. You were going at such a quick pace, not being able to wait any longer to be on top of each other, to feel each other’s skin, to let your lips collide and let your tongues dance with each other. As soon as your apartment building was in sight, you parked the bikes as quickly as you could and walked quickly towards the front door of the building. You lived on the 4th floor of this block of apartments so there was either the option of the elevator or the stairs to get there. And as two horny university students, taking the lift is the better option, is what your slightly tipsy brain thought.

You were lucky it was 3AM, the entrance was completely empty and there was no sign of life in the lift either. The little lift was extremely gross, but you and Hyunggu couldn’t help yourselves. The moment you stepped inside this elevator, he pushed you against the back wall, kissing you like a starving man, subtly grinding into you. The suddenness caught you off guard, letting a moan come through. You could feel him smirk in the kiss. And you couldn’t help but hum just a bit more for his pleasure.

The sound the lift made when you arrived at the floor of your apartment almost drowned in the 18+ sounds that left your mouths. He grabbed your hand, speed walking towards the doors lined up in front of him, while asking: “Which one?” As you were looking for your keys, you responded: “Room 069.” Hyunggu struggled to keep in a laugh, you could hear a faint “pfft” and see a big grin on his face. “I know, haha funny number. Let’s just get going please, I need you right now.” You said, slightly serious because of the desperation. “We can do the funny number if you’re down for that?” Hyunggu proposed while winking at you, still walking towards the room, but now walking backwards. “Hyunggu, we’ll decide what we do when we’re actually doing it please. I’m so fucking horny.” You couldn’t keep it together, he was driving you mad. When you arrived at the door, you unlocked it and quickly got inside.

Hyunggu pushed you against the back of your front door, the same way he did it in the lift. Except this time, you were certain no one would see you, no one would hear you (or at least less clearly), and no one would interrupt you. It was just you and him. And you were enjoying every second of it. The teasing Kang Hyunggu you knew, had turned into devilish very-good-kisser-and-probably-very-good-in-bed Kang Hyunggu. You enjoyed seeing this new side of him. And you wanted to explore more of this side.

The way his lips were on yours, the hunger that had washed over you both, the way his hands were trailing over every single bit of your body, the way your hands clenched his hair and dishevelled it. The path your hands took to trail from his hair to his ass, softly touching his jaw, dropping it to his chest, over his back and softly pinching the supple skin of his behind. “Fuck, that-that’s nice…” Hyunggu softly moaned out. “You-you rem-remembered…” “Of course, at that point I was already horny for you.” You casually blurted out, which led to a short grin from the both of you.

Never did you think you would be doing this with him. But never would you regret ever doing it with him.

Your hands snaked back to his chest, as you disconnected your lips from his and pushed him backwards, nodding towards your bedroom. He looked behind him for a split second and started walking backwards towards the door, slowly taking off clothing. You did the same, not a single second where you broke eye contact. The tension in the room was higher than a junkie on a day off, and with every step you were more turned on.

Since you lived in an apartment, all your rooms were on the same floor, which was very convenient for this moment. Hyunggu had pushed open the door, looking back once again to see your bed in the middle of the room, and making sure he didn’t trip over anything. Your eyes had now drifted to his neck, and you picked up your pace to get closer to him again. Most of your clothes had now been taken off and were decorating the floor of the living room. Once you were standing a few inches away from him again, you latched your lips onto his neck, kissing the soft skin, sucking it just hard enough to form some hickeys. “You look so pretty with those, Hyunggu. I wonder what people will think when THE Kang Hyunggu shows up with a neck littered with hickeys tomorrow morning during the psychology lecture.” Your tone was extremely teasing, sounding sweet yet menacing in a way. You could see the darkness, the lust in his eyes, after you said that. You just knew it was affecting him.

For the first time in your life, you felt like you had some power over him. And it felt kinda good.

You pushed him onto the bed, his back hitting the mattress and your blankets. He was completely naked apart from his boxer shorts, the fabric tightly around his member, the precum bleeding through and staining the cotton. It was a sight you wished to see more than once. You could feel your own situation getting messy down there, with this eye-candy in front of you on top of already being very turned on.

You reached over to your bed stand, grabbing a condom from the drawer. Hyunggu caught on and slipped off the last piece of clothing. His dick sprung out of the restraints, his body gently thrusting into the air, in need of something around his cock. You rolled the condom down his member, licking your lips and trying very hard to fight the urge of just sucking his dick. You needed him in you too much to delay that. Hyunggu slightly twitched at your cold hands touching his private part, a groan escaping his throat.

The last pieces of your clothing were now on your bedroom floor, as you took them off. Hyunggu was still lying on your bed, looking at your frame, you could see his tongue darting over his lips, biting his bottom lip. He was so into it. And so were you.

You sank onto his girth, both of you sighing and moaning. You had been waiting for this moment for quite a few hours now, and it felt so good to be filled up. Hyunggu was having the same kind of euphoria, finally being able to have his cock in you. After you both had adjusted, you started moving. Forwards and backwards, up and down. Your skin was rubbing together, your moving up and down was slamming your skin together, creating lewd sounds that filled the room. Not only those sounds, but your moans and groans, as well as Hyunggu’s huffs and moans were echoing in the room.

“God, you feel… so good… Y/N….” Hyunggu managed to say, his hips now thrusting into you as well. It added so much to the moment, it turned you on all over again. His dancer hips had so much control, being able to sharply thrust into you at the right time. It made you sigh. But it wasn’t ever enough. “Fuck, faster! Please Ggu…” Your voice involuntarily rose, and you were almost sure your neighbours could’ve heard that. But in the moment, you could not give a single fuck. You needed him, he needed you. The bliss you were in right now was worth any awkward conversations you needed to have with your flatmates.

Hyunggu might not have been the most ripped guy ever (Hongseok, your shared friend, had muscles for days compared to Hyunggu), but the way he could control his body as a dancer was incredible. And it showed. Or at least, you could feel it. Every thrust was so precise and controlled, every movement making you feel closer to the edge.

“Your fucked out face… It’s hot… You look so - shit - fucking hot Y/N…” Hyunggu suddenly blurted out. The dirty talk was a surprise, but one you welcomed. “You should… See your own face… Shit, so pretty…” You replied. The reply came out as huffs and puffs, but he was able to understand you. “Do you - fuck - like being filled up by me, Y/N? Am I making you feel good?” He said, his tongue slightly hanging out of his mouth, his hair sticking to his forehead. The scene was so erotic, and his words were messing you up. “I do, I love it so much!” You wanted to be cheeky, but you simply couldn’t. The bliss was simply too much for you to lie. You needed all of him.

You started feeling a knot in your stomach, signalling you were close. “I-I think I’m gon-gonna cum.” This prompted Hyunggu to say: “Scream my name. I want to hear it, but more importantly, I want your neighbours to hear you being this pathetic because of me.” “I think they already heard us, we’ve been loud and it is 4AM.” The opportunity to be cheeky was there, and so you grabbed it. However, you still listened to his request. You wanted to scream it, you wanted to do anything he asked you. “Fuck fuck fuck, Hyunggu, I’m gonna cum!” “I’m really fucking close too!” The only sounds audible now were your huffs, chasing your highs.

You came first, and Hyunggu came from the sight and feeling of you cumming. You got off him and rested your arms and head on his chest, sighing loudly after coming down from your high. Hyunggu raised his head slightly to kiss the crown of your head. You were laying in silence for a few minutes, until Hyunggu decided to speak up. “I guess our friends were right in the end.” You couldn’t help but laugh. “Shit, you’re right. But that’s what you’re thinking of right now? After all this?” You looked up at him. “I mean, we are still students Y/N. I can use every single bit of money I have.” He grinned, his eyes wrinkling up. “You’re right.” You said.

After cleaning up, you sat together underneath the blankets. “I can’t believe this all happened because I joked about fucking your mum.” You punched him in the side while facepalming. “I can’t believe it either.” “Maybe I should make those jokes more often.” You looked him in the eyes, a slight bit of disbelief on your face. “N-no, I’d rather have you just ask me to fuck instead of having to bear those terrible, terrible jokes.” You both cracked up. “Alright, deal.”

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luvidzy · 3 years ago

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☆ pairing: kang hyunggu x reader

☆ genre: fluff

☆ warnings/notes: really cute kanghyun, that’s it; that’s the fic

☆ synopsis: you’re an astronomy major and kanghyun loves the stars (and you)

☆ song playing: regulus by onewe

☆ disclaimer: this is a work of fiction, made only for entertainment purposes and in no way or form should be taken seriously

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The first time you ran into Kanghyun, it was a complete act of destiny. In fact, if you had waited even 5 more minutes to decide to head to the roof of the science building, you would have missed him. Alas, it seemed like the red strings of fate had other plans for the two of you.

You had forced yourself out of bed at what felt like an ungodly hour (it was only 9:30 pm) and made your way to the rooftops with your backpack and your small telescope. It was late September, which meant that you had bundled yourself up in the warmest jacket you could find, even if said jacket had sleeves that went far past your fingertips.

As you burst through the double doors that would take you onto the roof, you were surprised to find that there was somebody else already up here. He was sitting on a blanket, notebook, and pencil in hand as he bobbed his head along with a silent melody. Moving closer, you noticed that he was wearing earbuds, just slightly obscured by his brown hair.

He didn’t notice as you moved closer until you placed yourself on the ground a few feet from him. The concrete was cold, making you shiver as you swung your backpack off of your shoulder and onto the ground. You could feel the eyes of the boy on you as you began setting up your telescope and pulled out your tablet to begin taking notes.

There were a few minutes of silence, the only sounds filling the roof were those of a pencil scratching on paper, a telescope shifting its position, and the soft ambiance of nature and a college campus. It wasn’t until you shivered once again under the breeze that the man finally spoke up.

“Would you like to sit on my blanket? I can’t help but notice that you’re shivering and I can only imagine how uncomfortable and cold the concrete must be,” his voice was soft, and for a moment you thought that you had imagined it. But when you looked up and saw his soft brown eyes looking at you questioningly through the darkness, you realized that you had indeed heard him and that he was absolutely talking to you.

“Oh, thank you,” you said, before sliding your set up over and placing yourself lightly on the flannel blanket that was sprawled out. You sent him a small smile before you went back to looking into the telescope. The stars you were supposed to be looking for were a bit trickier to find than you were expecting, and you groaned as you looked back at your tablet, searching for where the stars were supposed to be tonight.

“What are you looking for tonight?” The boy asked, taking one of his earbuds out as he shifted to get a look at your tablet. You scooched it a little closer to him, showing him the list of stars that you were supposed to be observing and the one you were trying to find: Regulus.

The boy smiled happily to himself as he read the words, before looking at your telescope as if waiting for permission. You gave a nod, scooting over so he could come a bit closer and peer into the lens. You could smell a soft scent of cologne coming off of him, and you felt yourself smile as you breathed it in, the scent relaxing your muscles as he fidgeted with the position of the telescope. Finally, he pulled away, grinning.

“There. That should be it.” You raised an eyebrow, before looking into the lens and seeing the brightly shining orb which represented Regulus. You looked at him, your eyes sparkling impossibly through the dark.

“Thank you so much. Are you an astronomy major too?” You asked. He shook his head, chuckling as he moved back to where he had been sitting previously.

“No, I’m actually a music major. I just really love the stars. It’s a special interest, I guess you could call it. My name is Kanghyun.” He held out his hand and you took it, reveling in the softness of his palm and the blistered tips of his fingers.

“My name is Y/N. If you’re not an astronomy major, what brings you to the roof on such a cold night?” you asked. Kanghyun motioned down to the notebook that was sitting in his lap, giving you a small smile.

“I’m actually writing a song for my band right now. The stars are my biggest inspiration, so I come up here to write,” he explained. Your eyes widened slightly in excitement at his words.

“That’s really cool! Has your band played around campus? Maybe I’ve heard you guys!” you asked. Kanghyun smiled as he shook his head.

“We haven’t played on campus yet, but we have played a few times at the bar downtown. You should definitely come sometime, the more the merrier,” Kanghyun said, thankful for the night sky that covered the blush resting on his cheeks. You nodded enthusiastically, before turning back to your telescope to begin working on your project. Kanghyun sat beside you, humming melodies and jotting down notes and lyrics. It was a peaceful atmosphere, one that surprised both of you considering you were practically strangers.

Once the moon was high in the sky and the loud noises of the campus below began to dwindle, you and Kanghyun bid goodbye to one another, heading to your respective dorms with a hazy and fuzzy mind.

The second time you met Kanghyun, was on purpose. Your friend, Goeun, had revealed to you that she often saw Kanghyun head to the cafe after their music class. Normally, you wouldn’t have done anything with that info, but you wanted to get Kanghyun’s thoughts on your paper so far, considering he seemed to like the stars.

So you headed to the cafe on campus and, sure enough, found Kanghyun sitting at a table with his notebook out and headphones in. You tapped him lightly on the shoulder, trying your best to not startle him, before smiling and sitting down across from him.

“Hi! Sorry for bothering you, but I wanted to know if you could read my essay so far? I have to turn it in at the end of the week and I really need a proofreader,” you explained, trying to calm your beating heart before it came right out of your chest,

“Oh, of course!” Kanghyun said, a small smile slipping onto his face as you let out a relieved sigh and slid your laptop over to him so he could read your paper. You watched with fascination as Kanghyun read the lines on your laptop, making you smile when you noticed how his eyebrows furrowed slightly in concentration and he began to bite his lip a little.

Finally, his head shot up and he gave you an approving smile.

“It’s really good, Y/N. I noted some grammatical stuff and where I think the words could flow a little better, but overall, I think that it gets your point across well,” Kanghyun advised. You nodded, listening intently to his notes as he pointed things out to you, making notes on what to fix and what to revise.

You had barely noticed that an hour had gone by until Kanghyun’s phone began to ring. He looked at the caller ID, then the time, before practically jumping out of his chair.

“Oh my gosh, I’m gonna be let to practice. I have to go, I’m so sorry!” Kanghyun explained, rushing to gather his things. You stood up as well, reaching out to take his arm and pause him for a moment. He looked at your hand, then at you, with a look of confusion.

“Can I have your number? In case I need more advice or something?” you asked, avoiding contact as you held your phone out cautiously with the other hand. Kanghyun looked at you, before smiling warmly and nodding. He typed away his phone number, before handing the device back to you and waving a rushed goodbye.

You stood there for a moment, almost in shock that you had actually succeeded in getting the cute music majors number, before shaking yourself out of it and heading back to your own dorm.

The third time you met Kanghyun, it was at the bar in town that he had told you his band played at. You had been texting each other for weeks after you had met at the cafe and finally, Kanghyun had told you (after countless pestering from you) that he and his band were going to be playing and that you should come to watch.

So there you stood amongst the fairly large crowd, a drink in your hand as you waited for the concert to start. A few people around you took to chatting and you gladly joined, before pausing once you heard the crowd begin to lull as the lights on the stage flicker on.

Cheers suddenly erupted from all around as 5 boys walked on stage, the only one you recognized being Kanghyun as he walked to the right side of the stage to get his guitar set up and plugged in. He looked so much different than the Kanghyun you were used to, with his hair all rustled up, his black button-up showing a bit of his chest as a metal chain rested around his neck.

You felt your cheeks heat up as Kanghyun scanned the crowd, making eye contact with you, before smiling gently at you. The singer, a tall boy with brown hair that you think was Yonghoon, was speaking but you were too busy staring in awe at Kanghyun.

As they began the concert, playing a song that you remember being titled Aurora, you couldn’t take your eyes off of the music major boy that was in front of you. He was completely in his element, the shy and introverted persona melting away to reveal a cocky and confident guitarist. His golden skin shined in the light and he would smirk occasionally as he played, taking the breath straight from your lungs.

They played a few more songs, each one more breathtaking than last when finally Kanghyun approached his own microphone with a small smile. He took a moment to catch his breath, basking in the glow and happiness that filled the stage of the bar.

“This next song is something I’ve been working on for a while. It was inspired by a girl that I met recently and I didn’t want to play it until she could be here to listen to it. I hope that she likes it as much as I like her. Here’s Regulus,” Kanghyun said, his eyes lingering on you. You felt yourself freeze as you tried to comprehend what Kanghyun had just said, but your thoughts were quickly interrupted as the song began.

Your eyes were glued to Kanghyun as the simple melody began, the words ringing clear in your ears as you finally began to piece together that the song was about you.

Kanghyun had written a song about you.

When the song was finally over, you were beaming. The crowd was going crazy but you were just smiling like an idiot at Kanghyun as the group said their goodbyes and headed off stage. You weaved through the crowd before stumbling upon the group behind the stage, packing away their equipment.

“Y/N?” You looked up as your name was said, your eyes locking with Kanghyun who had stood up from his guitar case, eyebrows furrowed. You looked at him, before rushing forward and pressing your lips to his.

You felt him mumble in surprise, but you didn’t let go as you wrapped your arms around his neck, smiling against his lips when he weaved his hands around your waist to pull you closer.

As you pulled away, eyes sparkling from how happy you were, Kanghyun smiled at you.

“I take it you like the song?” You rolled your eyes, before pulling him back into a kiss. Kanghyun kissed you back, ignoring the way his bandmates whistled and clapped from around him. Right now, in his universe, it was only him and you; his Regulus.

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Dirty distractions.

Post Date: 1st August 2022 Content: Smut - PENTAGON Kino x Reader WC: 2.7K TW?: Dom!Kino/ Sub!Reader/ Studio Sex/ Masterbating/ Hand on throat/ Little bit of degrading/ Praise/ Profanities/ Foreplay (Giving and recieving/ Penetration Request?: Yes Masterlist Prompt list

Prompts: 65 - “Be quiet” 74 - “Tell me what you want right now” 116 - “You’re trouble”

Kino’s been locked in the studio since the early hours of dawn, and as much as you knew it was part of his work, you couldn’t help but cave into the urge to visit him at work, just to ensure that he’s looking after himself whilst he’s busy. Though, you knew him too well. He wouldn’t have eaten since leaving early this morning, the ideas of work controlling his ability to even think of anything else other than getting that one song done to complete the album that he’s been working on for days.

On your way to the building, you notice a new bakery that was due to close fairly soon, interested in seeing if they by any chance had anything that you could pick up to surprise your boyfriend. With luck on your side, they had a few options, but all that you picked out had to be complimented with his favourite coffee, couldn’t go into a cafe without picking one up.

“I really hope he likes these treats,” you mumble to yourself, clutching the goods close to your chest as you head towards the door of the CUBE building.

It must’ve seemed like you were full of luck today, considering that a few of his members were in the lobby, quick to notice you approaching the door with full hands, Hui rushing towards the door, propping it open for you.

With a soft smile, he nods at you, knowing exactly what you were about to ask, “He’s in studio 12, hasn’t come out of that room at all yet today,” he scoffs, amused by your eye roll.

“Of course,” you huff in reply, “I could’ve never guessed, thank you Hui, see you in a bit!”.

Cutting the chit-chat short, you rush to the studio, using your elbow to open the door. Considering of how much noise you were making with slight cusses and sounds of trying to open the door, Kino was oblivious to it all, headphones blocking out any external sounds from behind him. Noticing a space on the table beside him, you carefully put down his food and coffee, wasting no time in throwing your arms around him, making him jump slightly.

“Ya! What-” he bites bitterly, calming down instantly when he realises who’s around him, “Sorry baby girl... What are you doing here?” a look of confusion is received as you let loose of your grip around him, smiling sweetly, rushing to grab the treats and coffee off the table.

“I bought you these!!” you excited squeal, “I know you haven’t eaten since you left this morning, so you’re going to eat now, whilst im here,” you tell him, a hint of bossiness coming through and Kino raises an eyebrow.

“Thank you, baby, I’ll have those in a bit. I’m really busy,” he softly denies the treats, tapping the space on the desk for you to put them there. You do as he indicates but with a pout on your lips, “Kino, please eat now,” you beg lightly, his face dropping.

Not only was it the way that you used his name, but he knew that you weren’t up for a debate, taking hold of the coffee as he takes a sip. He unintentionally keeps eye contact with you as he does so, picking up the panini that you’ve picked for him, and taking bites of it. The way he does this comes off as sarcastic but that really wasn’t his intention, he just wanted to make you happy watching him eat so you knew he had something.

“Mind if I stay here until you finish? I’m a little lonely in the house,” you ask, bottom lip poking out as he nods reluctantly, “Sure, but I really do have to get this song done. I’ve worked on it long enough already,” he replies, cheeks filled with food.

With toned-down excitement, you hop over to the couch, take a seat and pull out a book from your bag, “I won’t make a peep, I promise. You won’t even know I’m here,” you giggle, receiving the sweetest smile off him, rolling over on his chair to kiss your forehead tenderly and cupping your cheek before putting his attention back onto his work.

Out of the corner of your eye, catching your attention and bringing it away from your book, you notice him pulling up his jumper sleeves. The way his hands rested on the desk and his fingers typing away on the keyboard in front of him, makes them tense up a little with every slight bit of movement, veins popping out. You didn’t realise how attractive his hands and arms were until that moment, appreciating the slightest bit of muscle flexing, probably a bit too much as you catch yourself biting your lip at the sight.

Attempting to avert your attention away from this, you try to read over the line you’ve probably read 10 times over, but the inability to focus on continuing frustrates you. Kino has no idea what could possibly be going through your head at this moment and time, too focused on the software in front of him and his eyes glued to the screen. As you watch him out of the corner of your eye, he removes his headphones briefly, pushing his hair back, his arm tensing as he does so.

“Fuck...” you hiss to yourself. Shaking your head viciously to get rid of the intruding thoughts of having his fingers inside of you instead of tapping away on the keyboard in front of him. You were lucky that he didn’t catch your hiss, unknowing of the situation as he puts the headphones back on.

Every time you looked over at him, you couldn’t help but let the lewd thoughts flood your mind, how you wished he gave oyu as much attention as he was doing for his work at the moment. You knew it was a bad idea considering anyone could walk in at any moment but as your thoughts continue to fog your brain, your hand trails down from the book, slipping under your jogging bottoms and underwear, carefully teasing your clit, trying not to make a sound.

The book falls out of your hands onto your stomach, trying to get comfortable on the couch to get better access to finger yourself, trying your absolute best to hold back any whimpers and moans. Your gaze was glued onto his arms and his hands, watching them as you relieve yourself, though catching yourself getting into it when a tiny whimper falls from your lips.

Conveniently, though he didn’t hear you, he takes a moment to look away from the screen, eyes widening when he turns around to see the sight of you toying with yourself. He gulps hard at the sight, in shock and disbelief, unsure of how to react fully at first.

“What are you doing?” he asks, making you jump, instinctively pulling your hand out from under your clothing.

Your wide eyes meet with his, mouth agape from the sudden realisation that he’s probably been watching you for a little longer than you thought. Shaking with anticipation with how this could turn out with him, your cheeks flush red, but your clit burns to be touched again. Kino’s face drops, eyes going dark, you couldn’t tell if he was really annoyed, turned on, or better yet, both.

“Oh, you’re in trouble,” he growls, cocking his eyebrows up. If you didn’t know how he was going to react, you now didn’t know what he means by that. Have you annoyed him, or something else? Though at this point, you were so needy for him, you were willing to do what it had to take to get him away from the computer screen for a little while.

“What? Why? I haven’t done anything wrong?” you gasp dramatically, playing the innocent card, playing the doe eyes in an attempt to get your way with him.

“You haven’t done anything wrong? Why was your hand under your joggers, better yet, why were you whimpering whilst doing so? In my studio? You dirty girl,” he mocks, his tone lowering, watching you carefully to get a reaction out of you.

The minute he called you a dirty girl, your core throbs, pulsating at the words. “I didn’t do anything,” you attempt to say sweetly, but the minute you bite your lip says otherwise.

Forcing himself out of the chair, he struts over to you, leaning down as he hovers over you. His eyes don’t leave you, watching you crumble as he inches his face closer to yours, his breath soft on your face, sweet-smelling from the coffee he’s been sipping at for the last hour or so.

“Fingering yourself in the studio, to get my attention, hmm?” he snarls, making sure to keep eye contact with you to see how you act under him, “You do know there could be terrible consequences if you got caught right?”.

With a smirk creeping onto your face, and the attempt to keep your innocence up fails, “I didn’t do anything like that, I was reading my book,” you insisted, trying your absolute best to not smirk but you couldn’t help it.

You were actually getting attention and your morals were going out of the window at this point. You’ve done it everywhere in the house, in his friend’s bedroom, god, even in a park because you tested his patience so much. So the idea of playing it risky by doing it in a studio wouldn’t be any different to the last two.

“So what did you do? Better yet, tell me what you want,” he licks your bottom limp, yearning for a moan from you as his hand wraps around your throat, “You know you shouldn’t be here anyway, so what is it?”

These words make you completely crumble, reaching to get a kiss from him but he retracts, making a point known that you weren’t going to get anything until you answered him. So you did piss him off, but it could work in your favour if you behaved for him, not that you have done up until now.

“I want... you,” you gasp, legs shut tight, hoping to suppress the urge to touch yourself again but your core heats up even more, already soaking from the interaction making you so horny that you couldn’t really care if you get caught.

“Hmm, me, huh? I’m not sure if you deserve anything for being a bad girl,” he adds, a smirk almost making it onto his lips but going back to a straight face and his eyes stay dark.

The grip he has around your throat tightens, making you whimper, even more, reaching around to the back of his head in an attempt to bring him closer to you so you could kiss him, needy for his lips to be against yours at the very least.

“Will you behave if you get what you want?” he asks, still resisting the urge to give into you, fighting back every sexual thought that came into his head, also not opposed to the idea of having sex in the studio.

Nodding your head in reply to his question, he brushes his lip against yours, barely touching it but enough to get even more of a reaction from you. “Will you? Use your words doll,” he asks again, asserting his dominance by using his other hand to rub you through your joggers, forcing you to talk from the friction he’s causing.

“I’ll behave, I promise!” you cry, earning the touch of his lips against yours, though instead of easing you it into a makeout, he goes straight in, catching you off guard whilst his fingers press and rub you through the restrictive clothing.

You whimper on his lips, enjoying every second of this but needed something more than just his fingers through clothing. Using your hands, you unbuckle his belt, and unzip his jeans, pulling them down, palming his hard cock through his boxers before taking it out and stroking it.

“Hmm, that’s what you want, huh?” he mocks, raising an eyebrow as a smirk grows on his face, “It’s too risky,” he adds, trying to act like he hasn’t had thoughts about fucking you senseless in this room so many times as a stress reliever when work isn’t going his way.

“Please,” you whisper, almost inaudible when your whimpers push through, coming out louder than expected.

“Bend over,” he orders, loosening his grip from around your throat for you to do so, pulling down your underwear and joggers in one swift movement as you reveal your ass to him.

“Such a good girl,” he growls to himself, taking in the sight in front of him, watching your core glisten from the light of the monitor screen, “You��re so wet for me baby, that needy for me?” he asks teasingly, teasing the tip of his cock at your entrance, covering it in your juices.

As much as he wants to hold back to tease you, he knew there would be more of a risk of getting caught if he waited as much as he’d love to make you scream for him to fuck you senseless. The minute his tip aligns with your entrance, he trusts in harsher than you expected him to, making you yelp out in pleasure.

“Be quiet, or you’re not gonna get it,” he barks, ordering you as he grips the back of your throat, holding you there for a moment before thrusting into you again, your moans muffled by the way you bite down into your sleeved sound, barely audible.

The sound of skin slapping together would be enough of an indication that there was something dirty going on in the room but at this point, he didn’t care. His hips slam hard against your ass cheeks and top of your thighs, lewd sounds muffled as you try your best to stay as quiet as possible, Kino completely getting off by this.

He’s merciless with his thrusts, not giving you any chance to breathe as your mind and vision goes blurry, the powerful feeling of pleasure flowing through your body with every thrust he made, and it was purposeful. Though wasn’t a failed attempt to make you cum all over his cock within minutes, grabbing your hips tightly to pull you back into his thrusts, bringing you over the edge quicker than he’s ever done before.

“Good girl, doing so well,” he coos in a growl, slowing down his pace slightly to let you ride through your high, but he wasn’t done.

You expected what was coming, he wasn’t going to let it finish there without him getting some relief too, picking up his pace, slamming hard into you as your walls tense around him.

“Such a dirty slut, taking me so well in the studio where anyone could walk in at any time, tut tut,” he scoffs in amusement as he could hear the muffled screams that you made into your arm.

The way he had you, made him realise that he’s into restricting you like this more than he expected, as the need to cum becomes more prominent by the second.

His thrusts start to become choppy and slower, taking in the last moments of this before his release, giving you permission to be a bit more audiable to help him finish, but all you could do was breath heavily at this point, biting on your lip as the pleasure starts to overwhelm you.

“I’m gonna-” he warns, but as he releases his warm juices into you, his words get cut off but moans, his trusts completely slow down, but he still fucks you balls deep, to ensure that he doesn’t miss a drop.

Before pulling out, he reaches to grab you by the throat again, pulling you up to him, back rested against his chest, “You better not play these games with me again when I’m working, you got it?”. You whimper as you nod, deeply breathing in and sighing as he slowly pulls out, watching his cum ooze down your leg.

“Now lets go home, that was only the begginging. You were so naughty and need to be taught a lesson,” he adds, passing you tissues to help clean you up before rushing you to get dressed, saving his work and exiting the studio, but not before trying to hide any evidence of anything happening in the room.

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