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strawberry-seob · 5 months ago

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runaway ✩ hwang intak

🍹 wc: 4.6k

🍹 genre/pairings: fem!reader x intak, one night stand, SMUT, MDNI

🍹 warnings: dubious consent!, mdni!, alcohol consumption, drunk reader, drunk intak, one night stand, groping, sleep groping, reader crying/having an emotional breakdown, hurt/comfort (comfort provided by intak), cuddling, vaginal sex, unsafe sex, creampie

🍹 a/n: my very first intak fic is here! i wrote this as a gift for my bff @leepace (aka essexdogs on ao3) and it is crossposted to my ao3 account here.

note: the sexual practices depicted in this fic are not safe or entirely consensual - please take precautions regarding consent and STI/pregnancy safety in your own real life sexual encounters! :)

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The sound of the shot glass slamming down on the worn wooden surface of the dimly-lit bar startled the few of the other patrons close to you, but they quickly went back to minding their own business after giving you a brief sideways glance.

You winced as the liquid burned its way down your esophagus: poisonous, warm, and, more than anything, soothing. You’d lost count of how many you’d had already, but the bartender was starting to give you that concerned expression that he probably gave to folks when he was about to cut them off for the night. You didn’t care. You could just drink at home if that happened. You’d never been kicked out of a bar, but there was a first time for everything, right?

After spending a few moments wallowing in your thoughts, you sensed someone pulling out the barstool to your right and taking a seat right next to you. Your inhibitions entirely gone at this point, you brazenly looked over to find that the person was a man: young, probably not over the age of 22, and obnoxiously attractive.

He was tall — but not too tall — and had golden tan skin and dark hair with a slight wave that hung partially in his face. His face was supple, all prominent cheekbones, soft-looking cheeks, full lips, and a nose that you could imagine men showing to a plastic surgeon to beg for the same exact one.

You looked him up and down, and nearly rolled your eyes at his outfit. It was adorable , and part of you hated him for it. How undeniably good he looked. The loose white tee shirt with the gray and black neck-scarf partially covering his defined neck, the bomber jacket that he’d hung on the back of the stool, and a pair of fitted black pants that had you trying your hardest to keep your eyes above his beltline — he was cute . So cute, in fact, that you nearly wanted to get away from him, especially on a day like this. After everything that had happened.

He turned his head and met your eyes with his wide, round, dark ones. He looked like a curious puppy, and you realized he’d caught you staring. Your face flooded with heat.

“Sorry,” you murmured, turning back towards the bar, embarrassed at the way you’d been lost in your own world and had been completely studying this guy from head to toe as if he were public property.

You heard him giggle and it sounded like music. Of course he has an adorable voice too , you groaned inwardly to yourself.

“It’s all good. Can I buy you a drink?” the man asked, and you turned to see him smiling at you, perfect teeth framed by his perfect lips, and you had the sudden urge to punch him as hard as you could, cover your fist in the blood from his mouth, knock his stupid perfect teeth out.

“Sure, if they’ll let you,” you slurred, and he gave you a look of understanding, waving the bartender down and ordering something you couldn’t quite make out.

Not long after, the bartender brought the man what looked like a highball, and in front of you, set down a tall glass of ice water with a couple large lemon slices floating near the top. You rolled your eyes and sighed, gripping the straw in your fist and jamming it down against your thigh to pop it out of the paper wrapping before shoving it into the water. You took a large sip, your vision not quite blurry, but not quite clear either, as you watched the water level in the glass go lower and lower.

“Hey, slow down,” the man said, giggling again and patting your shoulder gently. You scowled at him. “Thanks for the water. Cheapskate.”

He burst out laughing, that same warm, innocent sound, and extended his hand towards you. “I’m Intak. You’re welcome for the water.”

You smiled in spite of yourself, and reached out to grip his hand. It was warm and slightly clammy, which you found oddly charming. “I’m y/n. Are you here all alone, Intak?” you asked.

“Sure am,” he replied, and you weren’t sure if you were just drunk and seeing things, but you thought you noticed a hint of sadness in his expression.

“Pretty little thing like you? Be careful, lots of weirdos in a place like this,” you said with a wink, and he threw his head back again laughing, his cheeks flushing slightly as he calmed down and covered his mouth with his hand bashfully. You found yourself wanting to make him laugh again and again. You also found yourself wondering what he sounded like when he cried.

You scowled at your repugnant thoughts and focused your attention back on your water, taking another big sip, the freezing cold citrusy water nearly giving you a brain freeze.

“You okay?” he asked, eyes suddenly wide with concern, brows furrowed together.

“Yeah,” you began, a reluctant smile forming, “just not at my best right now.”

“Well that makes two of us,” he replied, holding his near-empty glass towards you. You clinked your water glass against it a little too hard, and it made a loud, grating sound. “Shit, sorry,” you said, leaning forward and nearly falling out of your stool. You would have fallen if the man, Intak, hadn’t reached out his hands to steady you, hands going immediately to your arms and holding them until you were upright again.

The scent of his masculine cologne lingered, filling your nose with notes of musk and bergamot. You felt dizzy, despite the fact that you were no longer falling out of your stool. You shivered, trying to shake the feeling.

“Cold?” he asked, reaching behind him to grab at his jacket and hold it out to you.

“No,” you scoffed, finding yourself annoyed with his flawless charm. He was probably out trying to find someone to cheat on his girlfriend with, and your stomach turned sour at the thought.

He nodded politely, returning the jacket to the small back of the stool. You looked over at him and softened a little. “No thank you, I meant.”

“You’re fine,” he said, holding his hands up inoffensively and smiling sweetly.

Intak ordered another highball, and your head, slowly but surely, began to clear a little. You used your newfound clarity to try starting an actual conversation with him, and found out that he and his girlfriend had broken up recently. Well, at least according to what he told you. It sounded like the perfect bullshit story to garner pity from girls to get them to go home with him, but for some reason, you didn’t get the feeling he was lying.

“Yeah, my friends don’t know that I’ve been coming here alone, but I just don’t wanna burden them with my drama. Plus, I feel a little pathetic that I’m still not over it, y’know?” he said, taking the last sip of his second highball before ordering another one, this time with gin instead of whiskey.

You nodded, staring into your second empty glass of ice water. You were starting to feel a little too sober, your thoughts getting a little too coherent and threatening to ruin your night, so you ordered yet another drink, this time a scotch, neat, that you were planning on sipping instead of shooting.

“Bathroom,” you said to Intak after placing your order with the bartender, slipping off of your stool and sauntering off to the dingy, poorly-lit restroom, head feeling like it was floating, your feet barely touching the ground. Once inside, the creaky door locked behind you, your head spun as you sat down to relieve yourself. This wasn’t exactly what you’d expected when you’d come here, but you figured you might as well enjoy it.

After flushing the toilet and walking to the stained sink to wash your hands, you stared at yourself in the mirror, your face looking unfamiliar and ghastly, and felt tears prick at the back of your eyes. You splashed some cold water on your face, dulling the heat that had made its home there for the past hour, and headed back out to the bar.

As you entered the main area again and spotted your new friend hunched over the bar staring at his phone, you paused to watch him. You had to lean against the wall in order to keep your balance steady, but you wanted these few moments to yourself. You noticed he had his feet crossed at the ankle and one of his legs was bouncing nervously. You wondered if he was a fidgety person in general. He seemed like it.

You watched as he ran a hand through his hair. And as he turned his head slightly to look at something, allowing you to catch a glimpse of his side profile, you noticed the bags under his eyes. You also noticed the way the corners of his mouth stayed slightly upturned, despite his melancholy expression. For the first time tonight, you realized… how utterly sad he looked.

It was at that moment that you also realized you wanted to take him home.

“Sorry I took so long,” you said as you hopped up onto the barstool, and he shrugged and shook his head. “None of my business, really. No need to be sorry.”

Your chest tightened a little. Maybe you’d misread the vibes he was putting out before.

“I wasn’t shitting or anything, just so you know,” you added, and he burst out in a fit of laughter yet again, nearly falling out of his stool, hand covering his mouth. He held out his hands as the laughing calmed down, but he could barely contain himself.

“Oh my god, you don’t have to explain yourself, I wasn’t getting any ideas, god,” he said, and started giggling again as he sipped his drink.

“You’re funny, y/n,” he said, and this time he was giving you a look that indicated that you weren’t wrong about the vibes he was putting out before. He’d propped his elbow up on the bar and rested a pink cheek on his hand while he looked at you with a goofy, inebriated smile, eyes crinkling at the corners.

“Thanks,” you responded. “Do you wanna get out of here?”

He blinked a couple times, eyes widening in surprise and he gave you a shocked smile, then looked away for a moment, then back at you. “With you?”

“Who else would I be talking about, you idiot?” you responded while slamming some cash on the bar, grabbing his hand, and pulling him off the stool and towards the door. Intak giggled while being dragged behind you, your chest flooding with warmth as the both of you stepped into the chill autumn air and ordered a ride to your apartment.

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Once inside your dark apartment, you and Intak nearly tripped over each other trying to kick off your shoes in the entryway. You grabbed his hand and yanked him down the dark hallway and into the kitchen, giggling, before turning on the light and letting go of him to open the refrigerator door. You bit your lip thoughtfully as the alcohol still running through your body continued to warm you. You looked at the row of cans lining the door of the fridge.

“Rum and coke?” you asked, whipping your head around to look at Intak, who was standing awkwardly at the edge of the kitchen.

“Sounds great,” he said with a sweet smile, and any remaining reservations you’d had about inviting a strange man to your apartment dissipated. Intak seemed nice. You hoped that your intuition had been right, but ultimately, you didn’t really care all that much. You were just glad he didn’t seem like a creep, at least not so far.

You handed him his drink after you’d made one for each of you, and took a long sip of it, glad to have yet more alcohol entering your body. At this point, you weren’t thinking at all about how you’d feel in the morning, because you knew it was too late — you were going to wake up wishing you were dead, anyway. So you figured you’d better enjoy it.

Looking over at Intak, you were shocked at how beautiful he looked, even in the shitty yellowish overhead lighting of your small kitchen. He lifted the glass to his lips and you stared at his Adam’s apple moving as he swallowed the liquid. As he lowered the glass, he caught you staring and walked over to where you were standing, your ass backed up against the counter.

A thick silence descended in the air as he reached over to set his drink on the counter, leaning in close enough that you were once again able to smell his musky cologne. He still had his jacket on. But you didn’t have the chance to think about that much more as he placed his hands on the countertop on either side of you.

And then, he kissed you.

Your head was still slightly spinning, so as you closed your eyes, you had to grab onto the sides of his waist in order to keep yourself steady. His mouth was warm and sweet, and he reeked of alcohol. You slotted your lips against his, and without much warning at all, sucked his lower lip into your mouth. He moaned quietly at the unexpected sensation and brought his large hands up to cup either side of your face. They were warm and soft against your cheeks, and you thought for a brief moment that you wanted them to touch you everywhere.

At that thought, you slipped your hands underneath his shirt and pressed your palms against the smooth skin of his sides, causing him to gasp slightly and smile against your mouth. Lowering your hands to his hips, you pulled him up against you, surprised that he wasn’t already flush against your body, but quickly realized why, feeling the stiff bulge under his jeans press up against you.

Your breath hitched once you felt it and without a further thought, lips still moving against his, you rolled your hips against him while you pulled his hips even harder against yours, eliciting a strangled moan from him. And before you knew it, he was releasing your face to reach down and cup his hands against your ass before lifting you up onto the countertop, shrugging his jacket onto the floor, and untying his scarf, pitching it aside. Your loose pants allowed you to spread your legs easily around his hips as he gripped your waist, deepening the kiss, and starting to become sloppier, his warm tongue licking into your mouth desperately as he started making little noises each time he rolled his hips against your parted legs.

You gasped loudly as he slipped his hand up your shirt to palm at one of your tits, twisting your nipple indelicately before impatiently pulling your shirt over your head and tossing it aside. One hand on your upper back to steady you and the other on your hip, he leaned your body back slightly and bent down to suck wet kisses down the side of your neck before eventually making it to your nipple, tongue lapping against the hardened bud as you whined from the sensation, the pleasure shooting straight to your throbbing pussy.

When you’d started nearly rutting against him, the stimulation nearly overwhelming you, he reached his hands under your ass yet again and picked you up. You immediately hooked your legs around his low back and wrapped your arms around him as he carried you easily into the living room, the only dim lighting coming from whatever was leaking in from the kitchen.

As he carried you, you laid your head on his shoulder, face hidden in the crook of his neck, and it began…

The tears.

You knew he must not have noticed it at first. Didn’t notice the way your face was wet against his neck, and probably thought the first sob was simply a drunken hiccup, but once Intak made his way to the couch and sat down with your body still wrapped around his — that was when he seemed to realize something was wrong.

He slid his warm hands soothingly across your bare back and kissed your cheek, trying to get you to look at him, but you stubbornly stayed put, face pressed firmly into the junction where his neck and shoulder met, tears flowing freely, eyes closed.

Once he felt the first sign of resistance, you could sense his muscles tense beneath you.

“Y/n? Hey, are you okay?” he said, voice tense with worry. You didn’t want to answer, but figured you needed to, considering at this point, he was probably worried he’d done something wrong.

“Yeah,” you mumbled wetly into his skin, sniffling loudly before another quiet sob shook your body gently.

“Oh my god, hey, hey,” he said, voice softening and a hand coming up automatically to pet your head gently, which made it even worse, the tears coming faster than ever. “You’re scaring me, was it something I did?” he asked, and you shook your head adamantly.

“Okay, okay,” he said, sounding borderline frantic. “Is there something I can do?”

You shook your head again, persistently keeping your face against him.

“Do you want to stay like this?” he finally asked, and you nodded your head, fresh tears pouring out of your eyes despite the fact that they were closed, quiet sobs sending tremors through your body. The entire time, Intak held you close, one arm wrapped around your lower back while running his other hand through your hair.

Even in your drunken stupor, you were mortified at your behavior. You could feel the way his dick had softened underneath you almost immediately, and you wanted to die. Like, really, truly, die. If he’d snapped your neck right then, you would have haunted him just to be able to come back and thank him.

After your sobs had slowed down and you’d gotten the chance to catch your breath, everything started to come back into focus and you realized, much too late, that maybe, you just weren’t ready for this yet. After everything that had happened… it had been too much too soon.

You peeled your face away from his shoulder and grimaced at the huge damp spot that you’d left, made of tears mixed with snot and probably some saliva as well. You couldn’t make eye contact with Intak, but he reached a hand up to cup your cheek and guide your face to look at him.

Your embarrassment was blunted by what you saw there — his big, deep brown eyes, full of pity, concern, and warmth. He was frowning and looked legitimately concerned. You almost wished that he’d been annoyed, that you could just get rid of him, but…

“Do you want me to go?” he asked, reaching his other hand up to your face in an attempt to wipe off the mess of tears.

“You don’t have to stay. It’s fine,” you said, removing his hands and putting them at his sides, trying to maintain some shred of your dignity.

“That’s not what I asked. I’m staying unless you ask me to leave, okay?” he said and you scoffed, voice still wet, and averted your eyes, wiping your nose with your bare arm.

Your shirt was still off, tits on full display, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care at this point. Your pride was already long gone.

“I’m sorry,” you finally said, “this isn’t exactly what I had in mind when I brought you home.”

“It’s okay,” Intak responded sincerely, not an ounce of disappointment in his voice, and you found yourself a little angry once again. Why couldn’t he have just been normal and pushed you off of him, then walked out the door, never to be heard from again? That would have been a little more along the lines of what you were used to, anyway. But here he was, his perfect obnoxious self: perfect skin, hair, eyes, teeth, body, and now he was perfectly sweet as well? Fuck off, you thought to yourself.

“What?” Intak replied, a hurt expression coloring his features, and you realized you hadn’t thought it to yourself, but had said it out loud, and for the first time tonight, you felt truly embarrassed, a shameful heat brightening your cheeks.

“Sorry, just talking to myself I think. Still drunk,” you muttered, and leaned forward again to press your body up against his and bury your face in his shoulder.

“It’s okay,” he replied quietly. “Do you want me to go grab your shirt?”

“No,” you pouted, “don’t wanna move.”

At that, he pushed you away slightly so that you were sitting up again, and pulled his loose white t-shirt over his head before pulling it down over yours, helping you get your arms through the short sleeves. The shirt was soft and warm from his body heat, and it smelled like him. You found yourself shamelessly looking down to take in his slender but softly sculpted form, his tan skin, the soft swell of his pecs, his nipples dark and slowly hardening against the cool air of your apartment.

“It’s rude to stare,” he teased, snapping you out of your trance with a pinch to your arm, and you laughed, actually laughed, for the first time in a while.

You rested your head on his bare shoulder again, folding your arms in front of you against his chest while he wrapped his arms around your back.

“Sorry. Thanks,” you mumbled.

“You’re welcome, and don’t be sorry. It’s okay. I’m sorry for whatever it is that’s going on.”

You didn’t accept his veiled invitation to open up, and he seemed fine with that, sighing softly against your hair.

“Bed?” he asked quietly after you stayed like this with him for a while, his energetic voice finally starting to sound sleepy.

“Mm,” you affirmed quietly, and he picked you up yet again and started carrying you down the dark hallway before he realized he didn’t know where he was going.

You giggled into his shoulder. “It’s the one on the right.”

He opened the door and shut it gently behind both of you before setting you down on the unmade bed. You took your pants off unceremoniously and crawled under the covers as he turned to walk out.

“Aren’t you coming to bed?” you asked, voice coming out a little more desperate than you’d meant.

“Restroom. I’ll be right back,” he said, giving you another one of his sweet smiles before walking out.

You’d almost drifted off to sleep when he came back in and slipped his pants off, the warmth of his body enveloping you as he crawled under the comforter with you and wrapped an arm around your waist.

Before long, sleep took you both.

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You woke up at some point in the night, disoriented, with the moon as the only light source, shining eerily through your window.

You were still fairly buzzed, your decisions from the evening starting to take root as a series of aches along your temples. You were just thankful that the nausea hadn’t come yet.

Intak was exactly where he’d been when he fell asleep behind you, bare chest pressed up against you, a single arm wrapped around your waist, but you soon realized why you’d woken up in the middle of the night.

He was beginning to stir subtly, an undeniable firmness pressing up against your ass, and his breathing was coming out shaky, disturbed, and restless.

You responded by arching your back to press your hips up against him, and he reacted by breathing out a strangled sigh, gently rutting his erection against you, and you smiled into the darkness before reaching back to touch him.

You could feel that he was already leaking and so, so needy, and you strained your arm behind you to wrap around his length over his boxer briefs, in an attempt to stroke him.

You heard him take a deep breath in through his nose and then gasp as he started to awaken. He groaned as the arm he'd draped along your waist shifted, his hand traveling downwards to your groin before he started rubbing you over your underwear.

After several moments of rubbing you with his hand, he dragged his middle finger across your middle, the pressure causing your wetness to start soaking through the thin fabric. You whimpered as he pulled away momentarily and shoved his hand underneath the fabric, fingers spreading you apart to find your clit and start rubbing wet circles against it, meanwhile gently thrusting his painfully hard dick into your firm grip.

Before you knew it, amidst a tangle of sleepy limbs, the both of you struggling in the dark under the covers, Intak was hovering over you and lining his leaking dick up against you, swollen head rubbing up and down along the folds of your opening and your sensitive clit, his wetness mixing with yours before he slowly eased himself inside.

Without a word he relaxed his weight onto you — not so much that he was crushing you, but just enough to ground you underneath him — and began a slow, steady pace of gentle thrusts as you reached up to rest your hands on his upper back. You spread your legs to allow him deeper access and eventually opted to hook your legs around his low back.

You were still wearing his shirt, and it started to dampen with sweat from both of you. It was suffocating, the way his naked body pressed against yours, his face resting in the crook of your neck, breath coming out hot against your skin while he fucked you, both of you still enveloped under the safe and comfortable warmth of the blankets.

It wasn’t amazing, but it certainly wasn’t bad either — his dick was just the right size, big enough to cause a pleasurable stretch, but not so big it hurt. Not short, but not so long he hit your cervix either.

His labored breathing slowly changed to quiet moans, a sound that sent pleasure right to your clit and had you clenching gently around him. A strangled moan left him and he slowed down his movements.

“I’m close,” he whispered into your neck.

“Okay,” you whispered back, and began to roll your hips up into him to help him find his release. And it came even sooner than you expected, the man’s hips stuttering to a halt with a quiet series of desperate whimpers.

He stilled for long enough to soften halfway before pulling out of you, and you could feel his cum leaking out of you. You’d have to pick up a Plan B from the drugstore in the morning.

“There’s rags in the bathroom across the hall,” you said quietly and he kissed your head before getting out of bed and exiting to clean up, coming back after just a few moments with a warm washcloth for you. You cleaned yourself up silently while he put his underwear back on and crawled back into bed.

“Want me to take care of you?” he asked, resting a hand on your stomach and leaning over to kiss the side of your forehead.

“I’m good, thank you though,” you said with a wan smile, and curled up next to him, head against the warm swell of his chest, your arm wrapped around his soft stomach. He wrapped an arm around your back and kissed your head, and the intimacy of it made your stomach turn slightly, but you tried not to resist it.

Sure, you might wake up to a nightmare of a situationship, but for now, this had been everything you needed. So you decided to let tomorrow handle whatever trouble may come, and allowed the relaxing rhythm of Intak’s breathing lull you to sleep.

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