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Hi theree đșđđ
I was wondering if you could make some headcannons for a s/o who has a high sex drive. (Like they love getting pounded by their mansđđđ)
With kakashi, sai, shino , and Gaara đč
Thank you! Stay hydrated pls đđ
author's note: oh, such an interesting idea! Hope you enjoy! Thank you so much for requesting <3
warning: 18+ content, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT
†Kakashi
A s/o who has a libido as high as his? YES, PLEASE!
It is not a secret that Kakashi loves sex - he likes reading about it, he likes thinking about it and he LOVES doing it.
Most of his life he has shielded this side of him from his partners, too afraid they would find it weird or accuse him of being a pervert.
When he got in a relationship with his s/o, both of them were too shy to relax and voice their needs out loud. After they had their first time, however, his partner would quickly forget their morals and would not be shy to literally BEG for his cock.
Kakashi would lie if he says he doesn't love it - there is no sight more beautiful than his beloved on their knees, eyes hazed and hands gripping his tights, while they whine about how bad they need him.
He is definitely a tease, so while he would die to just slam his s/o on his desk and pound into them, he would always restrain himself and edge his lover for as long as he can control himself. Kakashi can and WILL be very mean about it - this man has quite a lot of patience and can prolong foreplay for literally hours.
99% of the time he would give his s/o what they want but that doesn't mean it would always be long and sensual - if he is working or busy in general, all he can offer is 5 minutes of his time and his s/o would have to do all of the work too.
Totally the type to punish his s/o for being a brat later that evening - and, if anything, it would encourage his lover even more to experiment with how far they can push Kakashi's limits.
†Sai
Sai is more fascinated by it than turned on by it.
I've always imagined him as someone who likes to have sex occasionally, but doesn't really has a high drive.
Like does it feel nice? Sure, it is pretty pleasurable. But is not something he would actively seek, neither need.
Yet he finds his s/o eagerness to have him inside of them both amazing and cute. There is just something about the way they pressed themselves close to him, looking at him with wide eyes and whispering sweet words into his ear, that really get him going.
He is a very big PLEASER so he would never say 'no' to his s/o advances -even if he is not in the mood to actually have sex, he would always be up to pleasure them with his fingers or mouth.
Sai is not very experimental in the bedroom - preferably he would pound into his beloved either from behind or in a missionary position, but he is always eager to impress and if his s/o shares with him their fantasies, he would make sure to bring each one of them to reality.
Can be quite abrupt and blunt, sometimes putting both himself and his s/o in uncomfortable situations by saying stuff like "You are in the mood, aren't you? I feel your hand going up my leg.", while being out with ALL of your friends.
He would always make sure to show his s/o how sorry he is afterwards tho - and if he was particularly bad, he may even let them punish him for his "bad behaviour".
†Shino
Most of the time, Shino would absolutely love his s/o high sex drive.
The thing about this man is that he goes through different periods when it comes to his needs - sometimes he wants to ram into his s/o every day at least twice, sometimes he is not really in the mood for it for weeks.
When he craves some physical intimacy, he would like to play stupid with s/o and pretend he doesn't really understand what they want, till they specifically describe in detail what they want him to do to them.
Just like Kakashi he is a MASSIVE tease - he has an enormous self-control and can edge his lover for a whole day, completely ignoring the almost painful boner in his pants.
Shino has a very high stamina can go for multiple rounds one after the other, making sure his partner is completely satisfied. He would find their limp walk extremely funny the next day.
However, if he is in one of his periods, when he doesn't really feel horny, there is not much his s/o can do - if he is not in the mood for it, he won't do it at all.
He still has some mercy on his s/o so I think if they are very good he would either satisfy them with his hands or will encourage them to use one of the many toys he has brought for them for times like this.
Luckily for his s/o his periods of abstinence rarely last longer than two weeks and once he start feeling needy again, he makes sure to properly show his beloved how much he loves and appreciate them.
†Gaara
Right, I feel like I may get hated for this but... this man doesn't really have a high libido. Like at all.
He likes to be intimate with his partner in a way to show them that he loves them every few days or once per week, but it is definitely not an every-day occurrence.
Gaara would find the idea of his s/o needing him so often flattering and he may occasionally give them what they ask for, but I don't see him entertaining it too much.
After all he is a Kazekage and as such he is often either too busy or too tired for sex. He usually gently let his partner know he is not in the mood, but if they bother him at work or during a meeting, he would be bit annoyed with them.
He is not opposed to his lover self-pleasuring, but he won't be the one to go out of his way and actually buy them toys. He respect this as his s/o's private time and doesn't want to interfere with it.
If he is also in the mood, he would openly accept their advances toward him and submit to all of their desires. He is usually the dominant partner, but he is not nearly as cruel as Kakashi or Shino. Most of the times he urges his s/o to tell him what they want, before he rewards them with a long, passionate sex.
Even tho he is not in the mood often, he has quite the stamina and can go for hours if his s/o let him. I think he likes to edge himself more than his partner, making it his mission to make them cum at least a few times before he fills them up.
He is not the perfect lover for someone, who craves intimacy all the time, but is definitely someone who can blow their mind every single time they are doing it.
cc artwork: Rowena Doge
#kakashi hatake#kakashi x reader#kakashi smut#sai x reader#sai smut#shino aburame#shino aburame x reader#shino smut#sabaku no gaara#gaara x reader#gaara smut#naruto headcanons#naruto imagines
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can i rq shino & sai getting walked in on while in the act with their s/o :3 separate btw
Getting Walked In On
NSFW warning.
GN! Reader
Characters: Shino and Sai (separately)
Shino Aburame
Your legs are thrown over his shoulders as he thrusts into you, letting out soft groans each time. Your head is thrown back onto the pillow. You moan loudly, seeing as itâs your own house and you two are completely alone. His name falls off your tongue like honey as your hands cling to the sheets, gripping them like youâll fly away if you let go.
Youâre both so close, you can feel yourself contracting around him as the edge is in sight. His cock twitches, and it seems like this is it for both of you, but the door hitting the wall and a shouting voice interrupts you both.
Itâs Kiba. Heâs in shock.
âGET OUT!â You scream, throwing the bedside clock at his face. âYOU CANâT JUST BARGE IN TO OTHER PEOPLEâS HOUSES!â
Meanwhile, Shino is covering you both with the comforter, hiding his face. He will not be able to continue after this. And next time, even the bedroom door will be locked even though itâs your own home.
Sai
His hands feel up all your curves, running along them, squeezing them, doing anything he can do, while his mouth leaves pretty, purple marks along your neck. To him, youâre like a blank canvas every time he gets to do this.
Well, not always blank. Sometimes, those marks he leaves are so good they last a while, and the next time, he gets to refresh those marks and leave new ones once heâs done admiring his work.
He trails his kisses down your body, until his head is between your legs. And he gets you so close to your orgasm as he teases you with his tongue and lips before the door opens.
âHey, Sai have you seenâ holy shiT, MAYBE LOCK THE DOOR???â Naruto shouts, covering his eyes and turning around.
Sai looks up, smiling that cheesy, snarky smile with either your slick or his own drool on his lips and dripping off his chin. Heâs not ashamed in the least as he speaks, âMaybe you should knock before entering my room. Iâm not giving any lessons.â
Naruto shouts back defensively about how he doesnât need lessons as he fumbles for the door, finally getting it and slamming it shut, running off.
âSai⊠that was mean. You cheeky basââ You get interrupted by your own gasp as his head returns between your legs.
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(ăŁââĄâ)㣠℠When they're so horny, they just don't think⊠â„
such a hory asses...
HQ: Atsumu Miya. Satori Tendou, Bokuto Kotaro, Hinata Shoyo, Nishinoya Yuu.
Naruto: Kakashi Hatake, Sai Yamanaka, Naruto Uzumaki, Kiba Inuzuka.
MHA: Sero Hanta, Kaminari Denki, Bakugo Katsuki, Dabi, Shigaraki Tomura.
JJK: Yuji Itadori, Choso Kamo, Gojo Satoru, Toge Inumaki, Ryomen Sukuna.
KNY: Inosuke Hashibira, Gyuutaro, Zenitsu Agatsuma, Tomioka Gyuu.
#anime smut#haikyuu smut#naruto smut#my hero academia smut#jujutsu kaisen smut#kny smut#Atsumu smut#bokuto smut#tendou satori smut#hinata shoyo smut#Nishinoya Yuu Smut#Kakashi smut#Sai smut#kiba smut#hanta sero smut#denki smut#bakugo smut#dabi smut#shigaraki tomura smut#itadori smut#choso smut#gojo satoru smut#sukuna smut#Inumaki smut#inosuke hasibira smut#Gyuutarou smut#zenitsu smut#giyuu smut
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My Favorite Sai Fanfictions đ
Fluff : đș   Smut : đ„   Angst : đ   None : đČ Incorrect Quotes : đ« If you like these characters don't hesitate to check the new arrivals, I update every day according to my readings.
Sai đ :
Offering Him Flowers đș
Cuddle Bug đșđ„
Reacting To Yo Wanting To Shave His Legs đș
Reacting To You Wearing A White Shirt Top But It Rained And It's Transy Now đșđ„
He Learns You're An Anbu đș
Cuddling đș
Telling Him You're In The Mood đ„
Seeing You Topless For The First Time đ„
His Quirks While Making Love đ„
How He Reacts To You Starting To Rock Your His Against His đ„đâš
Mutual Masturbation đ„
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ok ok how about mute?ghost who you aren't sure if he's actually mute or if he just chooses not to say anything. you hear a different answer from everyone you ask. (18+)
ever since mexico, wouldn't say a fucking word.
nah, mate, he's been zipped shut since he enlisted.
heard it was a mad accident.
what you mean? heard him telling off privates not even a year ago!
well, since you're a certified yapper, and ghost can't (won't) tell you to shut up, you make him your living diary. whenever you see him around, you sit next to him, stop by his office, hop up onto his desk and talk to him. you tell him about your day, about the recruits that bother you the most, about the meals in the mess hall being worse on saturdays than on mondays (fuck, you'd think the weekend would put some pep in their step, no?).
but gosh, when ghost finally had you seated in his lap with your pants around one ankle, you really weren't expecting to hear him.
pussy-drunk, tongue out, hands gripping your ass as he listens to the wet smack of your thighs against his, and that's all it takes for him to let out the filthiest groan you've ever heard, enough to make you spiral, see red-hot stars, to shake and cry until you're cumming and babbling and even more incoherent.
when they talk about ghost, you still keep your mouth shut. you're still not sure if he talks, fuck if i know, is what you say.
but if you suck his cock just right, you're certain he's singing.
#WHAT IS THIS?#IS THIS EVEN ANYTHING????#HAHAHA#simon ghost riley#simon riley#simon ghost riley x reader#simon riley x reader#simon riley x you#ghost mw2#ghost cod#ghost call of duty#ghost mwii#ghost x reader#cod#call of duty#simon riley smut#simon ghost riley smut#simon thoughts#ALSO for the record no he's not actually mute here#simon is just sick of people's SHIT so now he refuses to say anything
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the difference between gojo and geto fucking you raw for the first time is gojo gets pussy drunk the second he pushes his tip into your cunt. "ooooh fuck." while he bottoms out, he can't stop blabbering on and on and on about how your pussy was made for him. just him. how you should only let him fuck you raw. how he's gonna cum so hard for you and your pretty pussy. probably just tries to spread your legs as wide as they can go while he fucks you like a rabbit because he's just so gone. doesn't even think about stopping till he's fucked his cum back into you at least twice. whines and pants and whimpers with the occasional deep grunt. all the skin slapping makes your juices coat everything, his thighs, your thighs, the little ring of cream around the base of his cock now coats his little whispy white pubic hairs. everything is messy with how hard and fast he's fucking you basically. epitome of pussy drunk.
whereas geto has a bit more control. he doesn't lose his sanity immediately like gojo does but he certainly is trying to hold himself back and it's evident. a hushed "shiiit.. you're even wetter like this⊠can feel you clench- fu-fuuuck.â as his fat cock slides right in, inch by inch. the grip he has on your waist is almost borderline painful but you're rendered speechless with how you can feel every vein. his eyebrows are furrowed as he bottoms out. starts the pace off slowly, pulling out his cock to the tip just as slowly as he pushes it all back in. really just loves how you clench and throb around his cock, how you ache and beg him for more. doesn't fuck like a rabbit, but it's a decent pace. one that allows him to just watch how you two meet, like a predator watching its prey, he savours every second of your raw pussy.
#this has been in the drafts for like 10 months everyone say thank god it's seeing the light of day#gojo smut#geto smut#gojo satoru smut#geto suguru smut#jjk smut
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whatever you want
words: 1.5k
warnings: 18+ only, smut, ab riding, tit fucking, semi public sex, established relationship, cumming in mouth, mentions of future and past sex, lots of talk about rafes muscles, reader is kinda described as having big (or at least decent sized) breasts, lots of banter can these bitches just shut up and fuck oh my goddddd
âagain.â you call, almost sounding drunk despite being completely sober.
rafe sighs, rolling his eyes, but the side of his lip quirks up, unable to hide how much he likes your fascination.
rafe flexes again, his arms bulging and pecs tightening. you reach out, smoothing your hands over the hard muscles.
âyou're so strong.â you coo, sat on rafes lap despite the hot temperature of the day, which resulted in rafe pulling his shirt off.
"you're acting like you've never seen me shirtless before.â rafe says with a chuckle.
âshh, let me appreciate you.â you shake your head. sure, you've seen him shirtless plenty of times but rafe was bulking up for summer and it caused all his muscles to be deliciously defined.
âalright, whatever.â rafe flexes again, not going to argue too much when he has your hands obsessively touching every part of his body.
your hands move down to his stomach, fingers running over his abs. âif you let me ride your abs, iâd let you do whatever you want to me.â
âyou-â rafe places his hands on his hips, sitting up straighter. âyou want to ride my abs?â
âyeah.â you nod, quirking your head to the side. âyou know, like rub my pussy against them.â
âshit, do it right now.â rafe looks down at your short shorts, barely covering more than your underwear does.
âyes!â you squeal out, hopping up and tugging your bottoms and panties off, not caring that youâre in the backyard and anyone could theoretically come by. âlay back.â you instruct.
rafe lays on the couch, smiling up at you as you climb on top of him. âyouâll have to flex for me as im doing this.â you inform rafe, placing your pussy on his abdomen. âespecially your pecs.â you poke his chest.
âyouâre such a slut for my body.â rafe chuckles, hands coming to your hips, pushing you further down, feeling your wetness as your thighs spread even more open.
âi canât help that youâre so sexy.â you shrug, hips starting to move back and forth in a slow rock, carefully building up the pace, wanting to enjoy being sat on his stomach.
you lean forward, placing your hands on his chest for stability, pressing your clit further against his muscles. rafe flexes his muscles and they harden underneath you.
ârafe!â you squeal.Â
âi guess you like that, huh?â rafes hands squeeze at your hips and lift up, placing you harder back down on his stomach. âoh, you like that too.â he smiles as he bounces you again and you moan out.
âi really like that.â you hum, eyes struggling to stay open with the pleasure, but you want to keep your eyes on rafe beneath you. its rare he lets you take over like this.
you moan as you both bounce, using your knees to go up and down while rafe assists so you donât get burnt out.Â
you pull your top off, revealing the bikini top youâre wearing underneath, ready to go swimming whenever youâre done playing with rafe, needing to get in the water on this sweltering day.
âjesus, your tits are perfect.â rafe smiles as he watches your chest bouncing, sitting up to rub his face in between your pushed together breasts, the bikini top holding them tight together.
ânot as perfect as yours.â you giggle, hands squeezing at his chest, palms over his nipples.
âdonât call them tits.â rafe rolls his eyes as he lays back, head against the cushion.
âwell, whatever you wanna call them, i fucking love your muscles. your pecs-â you squeeze your hands again, digging into his soft flesh until rafe flexes and they harden. âyour biceps-â you move your hands, and rafe flexes again, his muscles bulging. âyour abs.â this time you press your pussy down, rubbing against the contours and ridges.
âyouâre lucky that you offered to let me do whatever i want to you otherwise i wouldnât have agreed to this.â rafe smirks.
âoh yeah?â you raise an eyebrow. âwhat are you gonna do to me?â thereâs truly nothing rafe could do to your body that wouldnât bring you pleasure, you glow just under his attention alone.
âfuck your tits.â rafe smirks, eyes moving down from your face to your chest. âas soon as your done, right here for anyone to see.â
âdamn, you could do anything and you donât want to fuck my asshole or tie me up?â you laugh, expecting something more from rafe.
âyouâd let me do all that whenever anyways.â rafe pushes your hips down, grinding you against him. you moan and lean forward, your hands coming back to rafes chest.Â
âkeep doing that.â you whimper, eyes sliding closed as your mouth drops open, moans filling the air and being carried away by the wind.Â
rafe keeps moving, the veins in his forearm flexing as your wetness spreads over his abs, coating them in your slick, allowing your pussy to drag even easier.
âim-im close.â you warn, swallowing thickly.
rafe grunts and increases his hold, tightening his grip on your hips so you canât slip loose, grinding you down as he flexes his abs, the hardness rubbing against your clit making you moan out, body falling forward as you cum hard, shaking as rafe lets up on you, hands loosening and moving to rub your back.
âfuck.â you whine, snuggling into his chest, letting your hips drop down, feeling rafes hardness pressing against your stomach.
rafe starts to move as you cry out, not ready to do anything more than close your eyes and feel his warmth against your cheek.
âcome on, brat.â rafe chuckles. âi wanna fuck your tits while youâre all spaced out from your orgasm. you know i love you like this.âÂ
you hum a sound thats close enough to agreement that rafe flips you so youâre underneath him, laying on your back on the couch as he stands.
âyouâre so gorgeous like this.â rafe says as he undoes his belt buckle, then pushing his pants and underwear down, his hard cock popping up.
âwanna taste.â you whine, eyes still droopy.
ânope.â rafe shakes his head. âwe made a deal. i know you like to taste me, but im fucking your tits. take your top off.â
rafe pulls at the strings of your bikini, flinging it away to reveal your pink nipples to the sunlight.
âfine, but will you at least cum a little in my mouth?â you pout as rafe kneels on either side of you, glad that the outdoor couch is big enough for all of these activities.
âsure, baby.â rafe chuckles, just another way of showing how desperate you are for him.
rafes hands land on your tits, palms rubbing on your nipples, feeling them harden against his palms, not unlike when he was flexing his muscles for you earlier.
rafes hands move to the sides of your breasts, pushing them together. âgod, you look so fuckable right now.â
âyeah? gonna fuck me later then? maybe out on the boat hm? after youâre done with my tits?â
âthe boat, the bed, the counter, the shower, im gonna have you everywhere.â rafe bends down to press a kiss to the tip of your nose.
you smile up at him, a lazy, tired smile. rafe angles his hips down, the head of his cock pushing against the underside of your tits before slipping in between them.
âoh!â your eyebrows raise, surprised at the unusual feeling, but certainly not disliking it as he begins to move back and forth.
âshit.â rafe grunts. âfuck.â
you swat rafes hands away, pressing your tits together for him. rafe leans forward, hands landing on either side of your neck, his face contorted in pleasure directly over yours.
you look down, eyes watching the head of rafes cock appearing and disappearing between your breasts.
âthis is- this is fucking good.â rafe grunts, moving faster. âim- im not gonna last very long.â
you stick your tongue out, rafes cock just long enough to hit it with the tip of his cock as he thrusts. you relish the taste, pulling your tongue back into your mouth every couple thrusts to spread the taste.
âthats it, baby.â rafe moans, one hand moving to your mouth, two fingers pulling at the side of your lip, spreading your mouth wider.
you moan out, tongue open and ready for his cum. rafe fucks forward as fast as he can, just like he does your pussy when you spread your legs wide for him.
âcumming.â rafe manages to say as he surges forward, burying his cock in your mouth as his hand wraps around his length, stroking up and down as he reaches his high, cum spurting into your mouth as you happily swallow.
rafe moans slowly die out and become quieter until hes pulling out of your mouth. âget up my legs are about to give out.â he says quickly, and you barely slide off the couch before he collapses.
you giggle and climb on top of him, pressing kisses to his cheek as his chest heaves up and down.
âim guessing you liked that.â you rub your thumb over his bottom lip.
âyeah.â rafe smiles, his eyes sliding shut.
âso, boat ride now?â
âjesus, woman give me a second.â rafe laughs, pulling you into a gentle kiss.
#TWO FICS IN ONE DAY EVERYONE CHEERED#EVERYONE SAY GO CASSIE#EVERYONE SAY GOOD JOB CASSIE#EVERYONE COMPLIMENT ME RIGHT NOW#rafe smut#rafe cameron smut#obx smut#outer banks smut#rafe fic#rafe fanfic#rafe fanfiction#rafe cameron fic#rafe cameron fanfic#rafe cameron fanfiction#rafe x you#rafe x y/n#rafe x oc#rafe x reader#rafe cameron x you#rafe cameron x y/n#rafe cameron x oc#rafe cameron x reader#rafe imagine#rafe drabble#rafe blurb#rafe one shot#rafe cameron imagine#rafe cameron blurb#rafe cameron drabble#rafe cameron one shot
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I will never apologize for the person I will become when his true form gets animated
Top images belong to aiiana_00 on Instagram, bottom images 0aicha.dl on Instagram
#and people say he only gets his looks from yuji#I'd take all twenty of his fingers#jujutsu kaisen#sukuna jjk#sukuna ryomen#jujustsu kaisen fanart#ryomen sukuna x reader#sukuna fanfic#sukuna x reader#sukuna x y/n#jjk x you#jjk x reader#jujustsu kaisen x reader#jjk fanart#jjk art#jujutsu kaisen fanart#jujustu kaisen#jjk#jujutsu kaisen x reader#jujutsu kaisen x you#jujutsu kaisen smut#sukuna fanart#true form sukuna#jujutsu kaisen sukuna#ryomen sukuna fanart#ryomen sukuna#jjk smau
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ONLY IF YOU SAY YES (please say yes)
PAIRING: heeseung x fem!reader
GENRE: enemies to lovers, smut, fluff, angst, masturbation, cunnilingus, fingering, unprotected sex, squirting, lots of kissing, mention of food, usage of nicknames, featuring jay, jake, sunoo, wonie, karina and ningning (aespa), and beomgyu (txt).
WORD COUNT: 17.4k words
SYNOPSIS: having your enemy in your friend group was tiring enough, however, having him shift into your apartment at the same time all your roommates slash friends had to leave you alone to attend their clubâs exchange program for a whole week? yeah, that was your final straw.
WARNING: 18+ content, minors dni.
A/N: hihi loves <3 i know iâm late, but better late than never, right? this fic wouldnât have been complete without my loves @hoondrop , @jaeminvore and @jeane-e giving me ideas throughout. i hope you guys will like it :3 (not proofread) all likes, comments, reblogs and feedbacks are highly appreciated! iloveyou all <33
Chapter 1. The cafĂ©.Â
The sound of keyboard clicking always clicked your brain in the right way, especially when you were collectively using your brain and will to finish and submit the assignmentâwhich was due in, oh well, thirty minutes.Â
It shouldâve been perfect, you thrived working under pressure, you were researching on your favourite topic and were sitting in the comfort of your favourite cafe. It shouldâve been the ideal environment for you to work on and yet, that just wasnât the case.Â
You were so close to completing it, finally working your brain to form the best possible conclusion for the assignment, but that was the exact second your train of thought broke, courtesy of the most obnoxiously loud laugh youâd ever had the pleasure of hearing.Â
âCanât you shut up for a fucking second?â Your voice boomed through your friend group, reaching the person who was sitting right beside you, âjust because you have nothing to do doesnât mean that others are free of work too,â you ranted, frustration clear on your face.Â
Your words were clear, however, the guy only smiled in amusement, causing your other friends to sigh.Â
You took that second to cuss out just how effortlessly devious he looked with his ruffled black hair, his specs perched upon his perfectly upturned nose only hid his dark eyes as he stared at you, his lips a light shade of red from how much he bit it while trying to suppress his laugh, and a smirk always plastered on his annoying little face.Â
âCanât you guys stop fighting and fuck it out or something? The sexual tension is so insanely thick, I might have to use a knife to cut it down,â Sunoo huffed out, staring at your way disapprovingly.Â
âItâs too obvious if Iâm being honest, Heeseung canât stop talking about Y/n even when sheâs not around,â Jay went on, giving his input, your eyebrow cocking up his way.Â
âWait! Do you remember the Beomgyu guy? Fifteenth March, twenty twenty four, he was coming to ask Y/n out and, Heeseung completely sabotaged it by grabbing her book and running away to some other place as soon as Beomgyu started walking towards Y/n? Which distracted her as she ran after him,â Jungwon said, eyes wide and head nodding as he agreed with himself.Â
âOh and, when Y/n got herself the vanilla perfume when she overheard Heeseung mentioning he hated the scent of vanilla?â Winter added.Â
âRight. When in reality heâs quite literally obsessed with that scent,â Sunghoon chuckled, watching your eyes widen in disbelief.Â
âAnd now she smells just like he wants each day, not that he wasnât obsessed with your scent already,â Ningning helpfully added with a shrug.Â
You blinked twice to process this, having gone through a series of emotions within the span of two minutes was a tiring process, however, Heeseung was only amused, as if the teasing didnât get to him at all.Â
Almost as if he was enjoying it.Â
âOh, fuck you guys. Heâs not worth my attention.â You side eyed Heeseung, the corner of his lip quirking up with your comment.Â
You still had your assignment to finish, and there was absolutely no way you were going to sit next to Heeseung with your cheeks heating up at the countless instances of your so called obsession thrown your way, so you got up, trying to collect your papers and laptop, only for your wrist to be grabbed by Heeseung.Â
âIâm not worth your attention and yet youâre leaving, hm?â He asked, voice so calm, almost as sweet as honey as he stared into your eyes, smirking soon after, âare you sure I donât affect you in any way, darling?âÂ
A series of hoots slash gasps were heard, which surely disturbed the entire cafe but your friend group lived for the drama.Â
You scoffed, looking elsewhere, trying to walk away but his grip on your wrist was too strong.Â
âLet go, Heeseung,â you gritted your teeth.Â
âWow,â Sunghoon whispered, sipping on his drink with more interest than ever.Â
âI think youâre obsessed with me,â he chuckled, voice smoother than velvet, tugging your wrist closer to him, a gasp leaving your mouth as you trip and fall right on his lap, âam I wrong?âÂ
Two flashes went off at that very second, your wide eyes turning to look at Sunoo and Ningning with an accusatory glance as your heart beated out of your chest, his arms holding you close to his body.Â
âDonât let us interrupt, go on,â Sunoo nodded, making you groan while Karina tried to say something to calm you down, which your mind didnât bother registering in the middle of the chaos.Â
âDonât fucking create a scene here and let me go,â you warned Heeseung, looking at him, trying to ignore the evident lack of distance between your bodies, and well, your faces.Â
âOnly if you agree to it, darling,â He whispered back.Â
âI donât think we should watch this anymore,â Jay coughed out in distance.Â
âThereâs nothing to agree here, Heeseung,â you gritted out, trying to get up and get out of his grasp.Â
âYeah?â He asked.Â
âYeah,â you whispered.
âFine, then live with me for a week.â
âWhat?â
âWait, what?â
âHuh?âÂ
You didnât even bother realizing which friend exclaimed what, you just stared at Heeseung in disbelief, hating the fact that his vanilla musk scent was invading your senses.Â
âHave you officially lost your mind?â You asked, genuinely concerned.
He shook his head with a little chuckle, eyeing the whole friend group as if theyâve been hiding something you should be knowing. Their gulps and inability to meet Heeseungâs eyes only made you more curious, âwhat the fuck is going on?â You asked.Â
âWeâre practically gonna be roommates now,â Heeseung let out ever so smoothly.Â
âWhat?â You asked back dumbly, ignoring Jayâs cough in the background.Â
âWell, you see,â Karina started with an awkward laugh, âSince Sunoo moved out to live in the dorms now, one room is empty in our apartment,â she explained, playing with her nails just to avoid your gaze.Â
âAnd youâre giving it to him?â You asked, thumb pointing at Heeseung in a very demeaning manner.Â
âWell, ouch,â he commented just to piss you off more.Â
âWow guys. And when were you planning on telling me all this?â You asked, annoyance heightened even more, you could feel a headache coming, almost rushing to you from a mile away.Â
âWell, weâre all going for the exchange program next week so we figured it would be nice for Heeseung to shift before that, given that you both are the only ones in our group who didnât bother joining our exchange program club,â Jake tried to avoid eye contact as he explained.Â
Your mind was spinning. Having Karina, Ningning, Jay, Sunghoon, and Jake as your roommates was enough even though Sunoo moved out, albeit you had to pay more rent, but having Heeseung in the same space as you each day? Sharing the necessities, eating together, commenting on your daily lifestyle with the nastiest smirk on his face? Criticizing the way you pair up your comfortable shorts with the same, favourite pair of T-shirt you own each day just because it feels right. The wayâ
âI donât think thereâs gonna be any problem in all honesty, cause sheâs comfortable with me already,â Heeseung pointed out, gripping your waist tighter, a reminder that you were still sitting on his lap.Â
You gripped on his arm, digging your fingers to hurt him, âIâll kill you if you donât let me get up this second,â you seethed out, your ears warmer than ever.Â
âJust agree to it then, baby,â he whispered, staring at your lips and even your friends had stopped looking your way by now, not wanting to interrupt anymore.Â
âA week alone with you would be nothing but hell, Lee Heeseung,â you said, still looking into his eyes.Â
âIâll take that as a yes then. A bet is a bet baby, donât fall in love with me,â he winked, loosening his grip on you as you got up right that second.Â
Even your legs felt wobbly by now, the proximity being too much for you to handle. Yet, you werenât one to lose.Â
âLove and me? Ah, yes why not? Your own face is blood red with how much youâre blushing, I hope that helps,â you pointed out before grabbing your belongings and rushing out of the cafe, completely missing the smile on Heeseungâs face.Â
âTheyâre down bad, arenât they?â Jake whisper-asked Jay, who chuckled.Â
âYeah. Yes, they are.â
Chapter 2. The humble abode.Â
Rushing out of the cafĂ© was the only thing you could manage to do, getting into your car and deciding to do your assignment right there before getting back home and thinking about what happened a few minutes back.Â
It wasnât easy.Â
Not when your ears were burning hot, and you werenât even sure if it was because of anger or embarrassment. Or the underlying fear of what was to come.Â
Heeseung was going to be your roommate.Â
The same Heeseung who had been nothing but annoying throughout your high school years, and now, in your university too. Having the same group of friends helped, it really did as you could avoid him (read: or try to avoid him) but having him invade your personal living space would revoke any sense of comfort for you.Â
âWhy didnât you tell me?âÂ
You were tired, almost lifeless on the couch after you had typed out your assignment, keeping your swirl of emotions to yourself, however, you werenât gonna let your friends get away with this.
Which is why you attacked Jake as soon as he entered the apartment.Â
And he silently cussed himself for being the first one to come back home.Â
âListen, I know youâre mad,â he started, sighing and brushing his hair back as he made his way towards you, sitting down right next to you.Â
âIâm so gonna die,â you mumbled.Â
âBut it wonât be that bad, trust me. You wonât even have to be home all day, you can hang out with your friends and just come back, sleep, avoid him and repeat the cycle!â Jake smiled, as if he had solved the biggest problem this world had.Â
âRight. All my friends, including your stupid ass, will be going out for an exchange program. Did you forget that, Jakey?â you smiled back sarcastically.Â
âDonât you have any other friends?â He asked and you slapped his head, âouch!â
âWhere are others anyway?â You asked, looking around the empty apartment.Â
âHoon and Ning shouldâve been back by now, they left right after you did,â he said, you both stood up a second after in realization.Â
He tiptoed to the door of Hoonâs room while you made your way to Ningâs room, âready?â you smiled, âthree, two, oneââ
And there they were, in their respective rooms, practically eating the faces of their girlfriends.Â
âWow, now thatâs life,â you chuckled as Ning stopped and looked at you with a red face, while her girlfriend, Nics, waved hi to you.Â
On the other hand, Sunghoon only cussed out loud, trying to hide his girlfriend, Moon, as he asked Jake to âclose the damn door.â
âWell, whenâs he shifting?â You asked, retrieving back to your old position on the couch.Â
âI think heâs gonna start sending his stuff in here like, today,â Jake nodded, checking the date.Â
âIâm gonna explode. This is not how I wanted to spend my vacations,â you groaned and Jake only patted your back softly.Â
âItâs okay, itâll be okay,â Jake smiled.Â
Not even a second later, the sound of the door swinging open startled you, your body shifting close to Jakeâs in the process, as he did the same, a hand on top of his beating heart.Â
As soon as Heeseung entered the apartment, carrying a duffle bag on his back, his eyes fell on how you and Jake sat in close proximity, staring at him with a questionable glare, his eyebrow cocking up at the sight.Â
âSince when are you guys so closeâcozy with each other?â He asked, walking to you both, a scoff leaving your lips as you stood up, standing right in front of him.Â
âAnd howâs that any of your business?â You asked, walking away and making sure to bump your shoulder to his in the process.Â
âAh,â he chuckled, shaking his head as he heard you walk to your room, slamming the door shut behind you, his eyes finally turning to Jake, giving him a look he couldnât quite decipher.Â
Jake only tilted his head, not understanding the enmity between you, also the sudden change in the atmosphere of the room, he only looked at Heeseung with confused eyes as he asked:
âWhat did I do?âÂ
Chapter 3. Not so humble.Â
Heeseung loved to make his presence known, especially when he observed how hard you tried to avoid him every passing second, as if you didnât wish to acknowledge him at all. He was settling in just fine. In fact, he made sure to send in his bed the first thing the next day, which only gave him the perfect opportunity to stay for the dinner, rest the night, and stay for the breakfast before winding up his stuff at his old place.Â
It was still fine when he sat down next to you for meals, at least you had your friends around for four more days, which helped you ignore the said man for a while.Â
It was still okay when he continuously poked your arm to ask you for a spoon that was clearly closer to him, yet you passed it to him before turning your attention back to Ning, who was around for three more days.Â
It was still bearable when he played loud music at night, making sure to blast it on the speaker right after playing video games, which definitely irritated all your friends, but Jay was kind enough to lend you his noise cancellation headphones as you went to sleep, which you could keep for two more days.Â
It was your last straw when Heeseung stabbed his fork way out of where it shouldâve been. There was absolutely no reason for Heeseung to eat from your plate, and not just any dish but your favourite side dish. Thatâs when you took a deep breath, turning to look at him, only to be surprised as he was ready with his fork up, offering you a bite of the exact same snack he had picked up from your plate.Â
His brow was raised, and Hoon looked concerned, being the only one who sat down to have dinner with you guys, but Heeseung didnât really seem to mind.Â
âWhat? Donât wanna eat anymore, princess?â He asked.Â
âIâd rather die than eat from the same plate as you,â you said, trying to ignore his muscles which were clearly visible as he was clad in the comfort of his tank top.Â
âWhy not? Iâve heard it helps in spreading love yâknow?â He said, biting his lower lip as he looked your way.Â
âHah, as if.â
âScared youâll fall for me?â He smirked.Â
You scoffed, grabbing his hand and taking a bite of what should have been your meal, chewing it before saying, âletâs see what kind of love is gonna spread now, yeah?âÂ
You gave him a look before retreating back to your room.Â
âWhy exactly are you bothering her?â Hoon asked, taking a spoonful of rice in his mouth, âare you that desperate for her attention, loverboy?âÂ
âCâmon, Iâm not in love with her,â Heeseung spoke lazily, eyes still on your closed door.Â
âRight,â Hoon clicked his tongue, âyouâve never once denied it.â
âItâs just fun to see her bothered, she hates me anywayââ
ââwhich bothers you, and hence you try to grab her attention even more,â Sunghoon said, as calm as ever.Â
âStop. Youâre crazy,â Heeseung laughed it off, getting up and throwing a piece of carrot on Hoon, who in turn threw a cap of the water bottle right on Heeseungâs head, making him scream out comically as Hoon chuckled, mumbling something under his breath.Â
âTheyâll be fucking by the time we come back.â
Chapter 4. Not your driver.Â
âToothbrush?â
âCheck.â
âLaptop?â
âCheck.â
âCharger?â
âCheck.â
âPassport?â
âOh fuck, I almost forgot that,â Karina gasped as you helped her finish some last minute packing.Â
âI donât wanna go to uni, but I have to submit these files,â you sighed while Karina finally zipped up her bag.
âI would have dropped you there but I have to pick up Ningning from her girlfriendâs place,â she sighed.Â
The door opened right then, âI couldnât help but overhearââ
You rolled your eyes, ââeavesdrop.â
âOverhear,â Heeseung repeated, âthat you need a ride. Iâm going that way Iâll drop you off,â he smiled.Â
You stared at him, expressionless.Â
You wanted to punch the perfect smile off his face.Â
âI told him to be nice to you, so hopefully heâs gonna follow that,â Karina gave her input at your obvious reaction.Â
You looked her way with a surprised smile, âyou did?â
âOf course! You should go now,â she said, shooing you away and asking you to get back as soon as your friends will be leaving by the evening.Â
âYeah, we should save the gas and travel together, be good to the environment and our Mother Earth,â Heeseung cheeked.Â
âOh! Great, I have to go and submit my file too, can I tag along?â Jake asked, looking at you.Â
âYes!â
âNo!â
You and Heeseung exchanged glances.Â
âWeâll share, we have to take care of our environment, Heeseung,â you smiled, grabbing Jakeâs arm and walking out of the apartment.Â
You didnât wait before getting into the backseat, which made Jake opt for the passenger seat, Heeseung looked your way in disbelief, even more so when you smiled his way.Â
It was one of the few genuine smiles of yours, which Heeseung didnât get to see much around him, however it was a given that him being irritated brought you happiness.Â
Jakeâs campus was farther away, yours was comparatively closer, and you looked out as Heeseung played musicâone of those bands he loved, but he didnât stop at your campus.Â
âHey, she has to get off,â Jake said, looking at Heeseung.Â
âIâll drop you off first, you have a flight in a few hours,â he theorized.Â
You rolled your eyes.Â
âSince when do you care so much about everyone?â You asked, looking at his eyes through the front mirror.Â
âI donât,â he said, winking back at you, âonly you.â
You sighed, closing your eyes as Jake got off, saying a goodbye to you both.Â
However, Heeseung didnât start the car again, which caused you to open your eyes again, âwhy arenât you driving?âÂ
âIâm not a driver, my love. Sit here,â he patted the passenger seat twice.Â
âYou canât be serious, itâs literally a five minute drive.â
âSix minutes now that youâve wasted sixty seconds arguing with me,â he spoke, checking his watch as if that would do anything.Â
You rolled your eyes yet again, something youâd do quite frequently around him, but nevertheless, you got off and walked to the passenger seat, closing the door shut and grabbing the seatbelt, only to turn around and see Heeseungâs face right in front of you.Â
âWâwhat are you doing?â You asked, breath shaky.Â
âWas gonna help you with the belt, but youâre fast hm?â
âI can do itââ
âShh, just sit comfortably,â he whispered, his warm fingers touching yours, covering your hand fully before you let go of the belt, allowing him to buckle you up.Â
His messy hair fell on his forehead in soft waves, a constellation of light freckles covered his cheek, a broken eyelash rested there comfortably, and his scent, his ever so present scent invaded your scenes yet again.Â
âYouâve got a little something here,â you told him gently, pointing out where his eyelash was.Â
âOh, just a minute,â he mumbled, carefully picking it up and placing the lash on the back of his hand. Â
Observing him was all you could do, especially when he looked so innocent as he closed his eyes, mumbling something under his breath before he curled his lips into a sweet pout, blowing the air on his fist in a gentle breeze.Â
âWhat did you wish for?â You asked before you could stop yourself. Â
He chuckled, only looking your way, âlet me know if it comes true, princess.â
You couldnât speak anymore, even when he leaned back with a slight smile on his face, starting the car again and driving.Â
You somehow subtly kept on noticing him, his grip on the steering wheel, the veins prominent on his hand and arms, his lip bitten in slight concentration. You shook your head, looking outside again, and in no time, you were in front of your campus.Â
âYouâre welcome, princess,â he spoke, voice ever so smooth and you simply squeaked out a thank you before rushing out.Â
You blamed his scent.Â
It was all because of his scent.Â
Chapter 5. Home Alone.Â
It was three minutes past seven, the sun was setting and so was your mood as you bid goodbye to your friends who were filling up their bags in the backseats of the cabs they had booked.Â
Jay was busy giving you a list of things to take care of while they were gone. Karina hugged you as she waved a bye, Ningning only winked your way, looking at Heeseung right after. Sunghoon and Winter were already sitting in the car, too excited to leave while Jake waved at you like a happy puppy.Â
Heeseung stepped right in front of you, waving back with more enthusiasm than he had ever displayed before, screaming happy journey to everyone as the cars left one by one.Â
Thatâs what you have to deal with now.Â
With that, Heeseung made his way into the apartment again as you stood there for a minute more, slapping your forehead a few times, âI can do it,â you whispered, âitâll be okay, Iâll keep myself busy, Iâll be okay.â
Overthinking was your detrimental forte, the one that Heeseung never failed to fuel. You should catch him off guard too, shouldnât you? You shouldâve grabbed his collar and warned him instead of freezing on the spot.Â
Your train of thought broke the second you stepped into the house, being caught off guard yet again by none other than Lee Heeseung, who so carefully grabbed one of your wrists and pinned you against the door, closing it right behind you in a swift go, âhi,â he smiled.Â
Youâve had enough, grabbing his collar into a fist and pulling him even closer, âfuck,â he groaned.Â
âIt hasnât even been a fucking minute and youâre already making my life a living hell, I swear to god, Heeseung.â You let go of the collar, grabbing his hair by the nape to pull him away.Â
The action which caused him to moan.
You let go of him that very second as he closed his eyes, âyouâre such a pervert. Ew! What the fuck?â You looked at him with wide eyes, even more so when he chuckled deeply, his eyes on you again.Â
âCanât blame me for that one, it feels really good, princess,â he said, putting his hands up in surrender.Â
âThis wonât do,â you said, a hand on your forehead again.Â
âSo what? Wanna set up rules like they do in those stupid movies?â He suggested, sitting down on the couch and looking at you, as if he expected you to sit down with him.Â
âRules?â You pondered for a second, âyeah, anything to keep your behaviour in check,â you mumbled, and soon, you both were sitting on the opposite chairs of the dining table as you scribbled down the rules.Â
Y/N and Heeseungâs one week agreement <3
1. No touching each other. 2. No stealing food. 3. No loud music and video games. 4. No bringing guests without prior notice.Â
âNo guests?âÂ
âNo. Keep your girlfriends away from here, understood?â You asked.Â
He chuckled, amused, âwhy? Would that bother you, princess? You donât have to worry yâknow? Youâll always be the number one in my heart,â he winked, resting his hand on his chest. Â
âNo, thanks. Still donât want you,â you told him, even though his last statement did sound sincere.Â
Way too sincere for your own liking.Â
âCan I write too?â Heeseung asked, and you raised your brow.Â
âSince you asked nicely.â
5. Chores will be divided equally. 6. One hour bonding time each day. 7. Y/N canât avoid Heeseung.Â
âWhy do we need bonding time?â You asked midway.Â
âCause weâre gonna live together, so we should put our differences aside,â he shrugged, and you stared at him.Â
âWe can just ignore each other.â
âNow, whereâs the fun in that?â
âThis isnât a game, Heeseung.â
âBut itâs exciting,â he said, and you sighed.
Arguing with him was pointless.Â
âOkay, fine.â
9. Maintain cleanliness.
That was the last point you added before you both signed the sheet, agreeing to add more in case you come up with any rules. It was the most normal you had been with Heeseung, but you still wanted to be away.Â
You didnât wanna hurt yourself.Â
You tried not to think about it as you went to sleep, but it didnât work much, not when your mind was hyper aware of the silence in the apartment. Thatâs when you decided to get up and grab a midnight snack, perhaps a cup of noodles would help you sleep better.Â
With tiredness still evident in your eyes, you worked the stove on, grabbing a pot to heat up water, standing still as you took the support of the marble countertop, your palms lay flat on it as you stared at the packet of mint chocolate that was in the shelf in front of you, something that Sunoo possibly had forgotten to take with him.Â
âNot sleepy?â A husky voice made you gasp and turn around, caging you right in between the counter and Heeseung.Â
âFuck! You scared me,â you gasped at his shirtless figure, âwhy the fuck are you awake and why are you not clothed?â You asked, distressed.Â
âI heard noises from the kitchen so I obviously had to come over and check,â he said, tilting his head innocently right after, âI have to make sure the princess is safe, right?â
âI can very well take care of myself, thanks,â you huffed, waiting for him to move, which did not happen.
âOkay, then try pushing me away,â Heeseung said, a slight close-lipped smile present on his face.Â
You simply made use of the little space to pour the hot water into the cup noodles, covering it with its lid.Â
âYou love these games too much, donât you?â You said, finally looking up to see his body right in front of your face.Â
With thick yet lean muscles, he stood tall, his clavicles visible in an attractive fashion as the dim lights of the room only enhanced the slight traces of his abs, making it evident that Heeseung included working out in his daily routines.Â
You gulped unknowingly, closing your eyes for a second before meeting him, only for his eyes to fall on your lips for a slight enough, just enough for you to miss it.Â
âNot gonna push me?â He asked, still playful, but with a gentle rasp in his voice.Â
âYouâre not appropriately clothed for me to touch you, Heeseung,â you said, trying to muster a bored, unimpressed expression, as if your ears werenât burning warm.Â
âWhy? Does skin to skin contact scare you now?â He challenged, âone touch is all it takes, babe.âÂ
âOh lord,â you groaned, stretching your neck back, only to find Heeseungâs gaze more intense than ever, âfine, move.âÂ
You placed your cold hand on his warm torso, right above his heart, and you could have sworn it was beating a tad bit faster than how a normal heart should be beating.Â
Pushing him was practically impossible, especially when he bit his lip and chuckled, not moving an inch despite your efforts. The room felt warm as you scoffed and retrieved your hand. Â
âCanât move?â He teased.Â
âIâm just tired, move.â
âOr, youâre just weak.â
âThatâs all you can do Heeseung, challenge a tired girl whoâs trying to eat.â You pushed him again. Â
âIâm strong, princess. Donât you see?â He pointed at his body, and you closed your eyes yet again, trying to convert your feelings into anger.Â
âYour body might be strong but your fucking ego is weak.â You said finally shoving him enough for you to move.Â
âNow, now. Thatâs wrong, princess.â He said, grabbing your cup noodles and testing your patience yet again. Â
Messing with you was one thing.Â
Messing with you while you were sleepy was another thing.Â
But messing with you while you were sleepy and hungry, that was war.Â
âGive me the noodles back you small dicked asshole!â You chased after him.Â
He stopped you easily with a hand, twirling you around and pulling you back, his bare chest pressed against your back.Â
âSmall dick, hm?â He mumbled, keeping the noodles on the counter beside you, dragging his warm fingers across your bare tummy, stopping right on your belly button, âit would go up to here, yeah,â he caressed the area before letting go of you.Â
You stood there, breathing hard as your cheeks burned with the implication of his cock in your cunt, deep inside you at that.Â
âHow do you even get women, all talk and no action?â You asked, walking back to your room with the noodles in your hands, avoiding the fact that you were completely flustered.Â
âOh Iâll show you all the action you need to see, princess,â he winked as you turned to look at him, his hands stuffed in the pocket of his sweatpants, âgânight, darling,â he smirked, walking away as you spent the night punching your pillow, eating your now soggy noodles. Â
Lee Heeseung was going to be the end of you.Â
Chapter 6. A proof?Â
In the span of a few days that Heeseung shifted at your apartment, you realized a few things.Â
First, Lee Heeseung loved being shirtless.Â
Second, Lee Heeseung was a good cook.Â
And third, Lee Heeseung was the biggest flirt known to mankind.Â
Now, putting them all together; you didnât expect to wake up with the scent of fresh waffles and fruits spreading around the apartment. Nor did you expect Heeseung to set up a plate full of breakfast for you right around the time you woke up, that too with the biggest smile on his face.Â
It felt like a dream almost, and you were ready to ignore his shirtless body that gave you goosebumps and a sincere smile that almost made you smile too, to thank him.Â
But then, he did what he had to.Â
He opened his mouth and ruined it, going on about how you should eat fruits, it makes the cum taste sweeter, he said munching on an apple, laughing louder when you threw a spoon at him. That added to your annoyance simply because of the fact that he was practically glowing even in the morning, the radiant aura was too much for you to handle and you simply decided to avoid and ignore everything to have a spa day to yourself.Â
Heeseung did question why you were leaving, and you didnât miss the hint of frown that was plastered on his face for a split second when he learned that you wouldnât be around for the day, which you ignored because why would he even be sad? Just because he wouldnât get to bother you today? That must be it.Â
âCome back soon, I still have things to prove to you,â he said, and you didnât know what to expect anymore as you left the apartment.Â
Thereâs some sort of power in self care that makes you feel as if nothing could ever go wrong with you once youâre fully pampered, especially when your nails are freshly done, shaded in your favourite tone.Â
Itâs seven in the evening when you get back home with three bags full of clothes hanging on your arms. Retail therapy was the way to go, it definitely de-stressed you for the day. It was too peaceful, and you didnât know what was to come when you unlocked the door to your apartment, entered the hallway, taking off your shoes and furrowing your brows at the extra pair of heels there, along with the unusual sound.Â
You couldnât quite pinpoint the noise that you were hearing. It wasnât the usual music Heeseung played, nor was it the sound of the gaming system he often used, so you stepped in further, your heart pounding as the weak whimpers and the sound of slapping got closer.Â
The door to Heeseungâs room was wide open, and you found yourself peeking in before you could stop yourself, only for your eyes to go wider than ever as you saw what was going on inside.Â
The lights were dimmed, set to blue which made the room look hotter. On the bed was a girl you had never seen before, her face buried into the mattress as she made lewd noises, your mouth hung open, your heart beating faster as your eyes met that of Heeseungâs, his hair messier than ever and the cockiest smirk plastered on his face.Â
He was naked.Â
He was fucking the most brutal backshots into the cunt of the stranger, holding onto her waist and squeezing it, as if putting up a show for you as Meddle about by Chase Atlantic played in the background.Â
âHeeseung?â You whispered to yourself, your eyes never leaving his thick cock, observing his strong thrusts as if you were dazedâwhich you were.Â
And if that wasnât enough, Heeseung had to take it up a notch by groaning out your name, spanking the girlâs ass and throwing his head back, mumbling your name and gulping as you saw his adamâs apple bobbing up and down.Â
He was fucking another girl and thinking of you, deliberately so.Â
You were too shocked to function, your arms losing their strength as your bags fell to the ground. The noise made you snap out of your dazed state, and soon you found yourself running to your room, locking the door behind you and leaning on it, covering your mouth as your chest heaved up and down.Â
Thatâs when you realized what Heeseung was trying to doâhe proved it.Â
He proved exactly what he had promised you at night, and you knew you werenât going to sleep tonight, simply because the guy you hated had proved it.Â
He indeed had a big fucking cock.Â
And he knew exactly how to use it.Â
Sleep was merely a concept to you for the majority of the night. How could you even close your eyes when you could see the most vivid image of Heeseung fucking a girl the second your eyelids close?Â
You had goosebumps over your body, your thighs pressed together as you thought back upon how he specifically groaned your name right after he saw you watching him.Â
âUgh!â You groaned, rolling around and punching the pillow out of pure frustration.Â
You hated Heeseung yet he was the only thing on your mind.Â
âThis canât be real, thereâs no way this is real,â you mumbled to yourself, your face getting hotter by the second but somehow, you managed to shut your eyes and drift to the wonderful place called the dreamland.Â
Chapter 7. Adulterated retaliation.Â
Overthinking was going to be your demise.Â
If it wasnât enough as it was when you were awake, it was worse when you were asleep in your subconscious because there was no way you had just woken up with a gasp and, well, wetness in your panties that seeped through them and covered the crotch of your shorts.Â
You had a wet dream about the very man you swore you hated.Â
Grabbing your pillow, you hid your face as you let out a scream, looking distressed as you stared at your reflection when you got up. Flashbacks of how you dreamed to be the girl Heeseung fucked were scattered all over your mind.Â
âHe groaned my name,â you mumbled, trailing your hand down your pants and into your panties, caressing the length of your cunt only for your pretty manicured fingers to come out soaked in your wetness.Â
âFuck,â you groaned, âI need to avoid him.â
You knew for a fact that after last night, avoiding Heeseung would be the most difficult thing to do, cause he wouldnât let it slide by any means.Â
However, you were surprised when you saw the kitchen and dining area empty, a plate was still kept there full of food for you, and you couldnât be happier sitting peacefully and having your brunch, now that you had woken up late.Â
It was only when you were done washing your hands, wiping them clean of water with the towel, you felt someoneâs presence behind you, and before you could fully turn around, Lee Heeseung had his slender fingers wrapped around your wrist, your body going stiff as a reminder of what had happened yesterday, but at least he was fully clothed today.Â
âPretty nails,â he inspected them, leaning down to whisper in your ear, âhold this,â he asked you, giving you a bottle, not waiting for you to hold it as he practically made you wrap your fingers around it.Â
âThe fuckââ you opened your mouth but Heeseung let go that very second.Â
âYeah, they would look pretty wrapped around my cââ he mumbled, walking away, leaving you shocked yet again.Â
At this point, you were pretty sure he was toying with you cause thereâs no way he was acting so nonchalant about everything he did since he shifted to your, now his too, apartment.Â
You sighed loudly, keeping the bottle away on the counter before you leaned back against it, wondering what to do to deal with Heeseung. There was a bitter feeling in your chest, you werenât sure why. Was it that easy for Heeseung to bring someone home? Fuck rules, he didnât care about any of that. You wondered why you both even bothered to make them in the first place.Â
And somehow, just somewhere deep inside you, there was this feeling that you wanted to do something similar to take revenge on him. But would you call a guy to aimlessly fuck you on your bed? No.Â
Youâd rather call a guy up for a hangout, a guy who was actually your friend and didnât go for the exchange program, a guy you knew Heeseung despised.Â
Maybe that would keep Heeseung at bay.Â
Or maybe thatâll make him jealous and keep you closer.Â
A voice whispered from inside your subconscious, and you clenched your jaw, wondering why you couldnât decide which scenario you would prefer more.Â
Nevertheless, you went on with the plan, texting Gyu to ask him if he was free for the day, mentally thanking the teacher that paired you up with him last semester for a presentation, courtesy of which you got his number. He called you the second his phone chimed from your text.Â
âY/N,â he practically cheered, you could feel the happiness ooze out of his voice, and you smiled as you asked him how heâs been, and if he was free this evening.Â
âFuck! I have to run errands today, can I come over tomorrow though?â He asked and you sighed, saying yes.Â
At least youâll have a distraction tomorrow, right?Â
âHow do you miss me all of a sudden though? Finally realized youâre in love with me?â He chuckled, asking you the question and you shook your head laughing, knowing he couldnât see you.Â
âDonât get ahead of yourself, Gyu, Iâm just bored at home, yeah?â You explained, and he promised that heâd be there to entertain you tomorrow afternoon.Â
Now though, you werenât sure what to do for the day. Writing a diary? Nah. Listening to podcasts? Your brain was too clouded for that. You simply opted to take a shower and go out for a drive. It wasnât like you were inexperienced by any means, it was just the fact that you hadnât had sex in long which is why you were so frustrated.Â
Right?Â
You gulped, letting the warm water droplets caress your skin as they cascaded down the curves of your body. Even the slightest touch made you feel good, the bathroom getting fogged up as you took your time with the shower. But were you satisfied? You could hear the music blasting from Heeseungâs room now and his level of unbothered definitely bothered you.Â
âFuck you, fuck you, fuck you,â you groaned, stepping out after getting ready for your drive. You thank the lords that you had a car, and you simply decided to visit the lake nearby as you grabbed your car keys and put on your shoes.Â
âWhere are you going?â Heeseung asked, and you wondered how he always had the perfect timing when it came to you being out of your room.Â
âAway from you,â you mumbled.Â
He chuckled, âwhy, princess? Whatâd I do?â He rasped, and you didnât bother looking at him, tightening your laces the second you heard him call you that stupid nickname yet again.Â
âNothing. Nothing at all,â you grumbled, standing up, âyouâve been breaking rules left right and straight ever since you entered this apartment, and the audacity to bring someone else home to fuck while keeping the door open andââ you said it all in a breath, closing your eyes simply because you couldnât repeat what he had done.Â
âAnd?â Heeseung came closer, and you looked at his wet bangs as if he had freshly come out of the shower.Â
Your tongue poked your inner cheek as you grabbed his T-shirt, something he did not expect as his hand landed on your waist, pulling you to him, âyouâre so fucking annoying, I hate you,â you seethed out.Â
You could clearly see him being flustered, probably because you instigated this interaction, âyou hate me?â He asked, dazed, looking down at your lips, âyou sure? Cause I think youâre in love with me.âÂ
âYouâre the one whoâs looking at my lips, youâre the one who was moaning out my name, youâre the one whoâs dreaming about my fingers wrapped around your fucking cock,â you finally let out, âare you sure itâs not you whoâs craving me?â You chuckled.Â
You had officially lost your mind.Â
âIââ Heeseung started, his eyes never leaving yours, but you could see a hint of uncertainty on his face, as if he was contemplating on saying something, and you didnât let him.Â
âYouâre pathetic.â You let go of him, pushing his shoulder, but he only grabbed your neck and pulled you back, his other hand now behind your head so you wouldnât hurt yourself as he pushed you against the wall.Â
âYeah? And youâre not? Are you not thinking about last night, Y/N?â You gasped as his lips barely caressed yours.Â
You would feel your knees giving up, especially when he took your name with such emphasis that you couldnât help but look at him, his fingers coming up from your neck to your jaw, cupping it gently before he placed his thumb on your bottom lip.Â
âIsnât that why youâve been avoiding me, hm? You wanna be that girl so fucking bad, donât you?â A shiver went down your spine as his voice got deeper by an octave.Â
âShut up,â you breathed out.Â
âWhy, princess? Do you not wanna kiss me?â He bit his bottom lip as you stared at him hopelessly, your breath hitched as your heart hammered against your ribcage.Â
âNo,â you mumbled.Â
He smirked, âno?âÂ
âHeeseung,â you whispered, frustration clear in your voice.Â
You hated him.Â
And you hated yourself more for wanting to kiss his stupidly inviting lips.Â
âYes, baby?âÂ
âIââ
âYou?âÂ
âPlease,â you closed your eyes, not believing the situation yourself.Â
âPlease what, my love?âÂ
You whined, not having it in you to say it out loud.Â
âI wonât kiss you till you say yes,â he shook his head slowly, his thumb still tracing your lip.Â
âFuck it, yes,â you groaned, pulling him closer by his collar as he quickly cupped your face.Â
His lips were plush against yours, warm and inviting to the point he was rushing to have you closer to him, absorbing the moan that you barely got to let out. He was needy, almost as frustrated as you, your fingers gripping the hair on his nape, a gasp leaving his mouth as you both leaned back for a microsecond, still connected by a string of saliva.Â
You were on your tiptoes, your body getting warmer by the second, pressed against his as you breathed heavily as he licked your mouth open, shoving his tongue in to get a taste of you, his warm breath made you lose your last bit of sanity. He was groaning, trying to get used to your taste, something which he had wanted to do for a while now. He was practically drooling into your mouth like a hungry puppy, his spit dripping down your chin. Your tongue was quick to lap it up when he leaned back to breathe, but his own tongue was quick enough to rest on yours as you both tasted your mixed saliva. Â
Thatâs exactly when you opened your eyes, only to see Heeseungâs flushed face looking at you with dark, desperation filled eyes. Thatâs when you finally came back to your senses.Â
You had just kissed Heeseung.Â
And you liked it.Â
Well, fuck!
You had to run, you had to leave.Â
Thatâs exactly what you did, panic clear on your face as Heeseung saw you rush out of his arms and run out of the apartment, he called out your name but you didnât look back, your heartbeat skyrocketing as you started your car to drive away.Â
It was all a blur to you as you somehow managed to reach the lakeside parking, which was almost empty on the side you had parked your car. Your mind was elsewhere, the taste of him lingered on your lips.Â
âWhat did I just do?â You asked yourself, covering your mouth as you groaned.Â
Mentally slapping yourself, even more so when you shifted in your seat, only to discover that you felt wetness in your panties. They were soiled simply because Heeseung had shoved tongue in your mouth.Â
âFuck you, Lee Heeseung,â you mumbled closing your eyes and leaning your head against the cold window, slowly unbuttoning your jeans, unzipping them right after.Â
âI hate you, I hate you,â you whispered, letting your fingers travel down your body, and into your panties.Â
The cold of your fingertips juxtaposed the warmth of your cunt, the warmth of your clit, your body reacting to the touch as you gasped, the image of Heeseungâs slender fingers crossing your mind as you pressed your cunt to feel something, anything, that would make you feel better. You were soaking wet.Â
All you wanted was to be taken care of, you wanted this frustration to go away and it didnât matter that you were in public, your car windows were tinted for a reason as you spread your legs and pulled your bottom wear down, exposing your cunt. A deep shaky breath left your mouth as you placed your fingers yet again.Â
Heeseung would rub your cunt in gentle circles.Â
Your subconscious said, as you stimulated your cunt, your eyelids fluttered close, thinking about Heeseung and his veiny hands. Thatâs exactly what you neededâwhat you craved.Â
Heeseung was right, youâre the one whoâs been so desperate to have him, that was proof enough as you moaned out his name, shoving two fingers inside your cunt that was begging to be filled with Heeseungâs cock. You threw your head back, desperately fucking yourself, teasing your neglected clit with your other hand.Â
âAhâfuck!â You cried out, thrusting your hips up to meet your fingers. It was almost pathetic how needy you were being, especially when you didnât even remember the last time being this horny.Â
Truth be told, no guy ever made you this wet with just a kiss, so it was definitely concerning how Heeseung (read: your enemy) had managed to do so just by provoking you non stop.Â
You mumbled his name, your thighs closing when you felt your high approaching, sweat forming on your forehead as you leaned against your seat, your right on the edge, a few more thrusts and youâd be done.
Your breathing gets louder, the plea of Heeseungâs name only makes your climax approach faster as you thrusted your digits in, sloppily so, a tear rolling down your cheek as the image of Heeseung moaning out your name flashed in your mind. That was your last straw.Â
Your thighs shook as your body tensed up, the familiar feeling of your unadulterated pleasure approaching washed over your body, now more powerful than ever, coating your fingers with your juices of desperation.Â
You were breathing hard, trying to come back to yourself after having the quickest, best orgasm of your life which most certainly did fog up your side of the window.Â
Thatâs when you let everything settle in your head, a scoff leaving your lips as you realized.Â
You wanted Lee Heeseung.Â
 Chapter 8. Revenge, sue for damages?Â
It felt like a walk of shame when you entered the apartment again, being careful to tiptoe, as to not alert Heeseung of your presence by any means. Too much had happened to you in the span of two days, and you werenât sure how youâd even get on terms with all of this.Â
You had successfully closed the door to your room by the time a thought popped up in your mind: what would Heeseung be up to now?Â
He didnât have any time to react when you left, even then he was calling out your name. You wondered if he even wished to talk to you anymore. You wondered if it was just a game to him, now that you had realized that you actually truly did want a piece of him, you couldnât help but think if he wanted the same, or was it just his way to maybe bother you?Â
You had no clue, and you most certainly werenât going to confront him about it, you hated every bit of confrontations, and this was something that made you want to run away and never come back.Â
Heeseung on the other hand was wide awake and aware of your presence. He felt calm now that you were back, he had been worried ever since you left hours ago, you never once checked your phone when he called you, it was on do not disturb, and you hadnât checked it. Heeseung wondered what youâd think of him when you see 26 missed calls on your phone.Â
He was confused, but there was a hint of a smile on his face as he touched his lips again for the nth time today, frowning right after as he thought of you never wanting to talk to him again.Â
Did he go too far this time?Â
He was dazed, a groan left his mouth as he punched the pillow next to him, he couldnât control himself, not when you were so close to him, not when your scent lured him in. That wasnât how he expected to kiss you, but now that he knew what you tasted like, it was hard for him to think of anything else but your lips.Â
However, the thought of you hating him kept him awake.Â
The thought of him hating you kept you awake.Â
And somehow you both fell asleep at the same time, your mind too tired to form another thought as you let the sleep take over.Â
You knew youâd wake up late, you were bound to wake up at 2 when you had slept (barely) at four in the morning.Â
However, in the midst of this chaos, you very conveniently forgot the plans you had made the prior day. Your head was hurting when you woke up, and you had no plans to go out of your room as you got up and took a shower in the bathroom attached to your room.Â
âUgh, whyâs my life like this?â You asked yourself as you brushed.Â
There was no answer, which only irritated you more.Â
It wasnât the best day, of course, but you decided to dress up a little just so you could feel betterâsomething you did when you felt down, despite not having a reason to dress up. You had to keep yourself occupied, especially when you could hear the cabinets opening and closing in the kitchen, which only made you hyper aware of how Heeseung was so close to you, yet so far away.Â
Were you making a big thing out of this?Â
You shook your head, grabbing your favourite cherry gloss and applying it over your lips, the lips that kissed Heeseung last night. It was hard not to stare at your lips in the mirror after that, you simply got zoned out yet again.Â
Youâve had enough of this, you sighed as you grabbed your phone, getting comfy on your bed yet again as you finally unlocked it, scrolling through the notifications to find something you didnât expect.Â
26 missed calls from Heeseung.Â
Did this mean that he was actually worried? Maybe he had something to say? Maybe he wanted to tell you that he didnât wish to talk to you anymore? Or maybe he simply wanted to confront you about it?Â
You were contemplating as you stared at the notifications, almost getting up to ask Heeseung about it, but then another ping of your phone stopped you right before you could go on outside.Â
Gyu đ°: Iâm here!!Â
Gyu đ°: Do I ring the bell or will that be disturbing?Â
Fuck.Â
You had called Beomgyu in for the day, the past few events lingered so hard in your mind that this fully skipped your mind. And he was outside already, which means if he rings the bell then Heeseung would probably be the one to answer the door.Â
âOh no,â you stood up, almost tripping on your feet as you heard the bell ring.Â
The door was open by the time you opened the door to your room, only to find Beomgyu and Heeseung right in front of each other.Â
ââI didnât know you lived here,â Beomgyu said, patting Heeseungâs shoulder as you observed them carefully.Â
Heeseung had his jaw clenched, his eyes on the flower bouquet that Gyu had oh so conveniently bought for you. Thatâs exactly when Gyu spotted you, waving at you and saying your name in a cheerful tone, that made Heeseung turn to look at you.Â
Only to find you dressed up, as if you got ready for Beomgyu, a scoff leaving his mouth which you missed as you stared at each other for a few seconds, not sure what to say.Â
Thatâs when you simply grabbed Gyuâs arm and dragged him to your room, closing the door behind you as he simply let you do everything with a whipped smile on his face.Â
âOh so weâre moving fast today, hm? You look so fucking pretty by the wayââ he started blabbering, making himself feel comfortable on your bed.Â
âShh,â you groaned, âstop please,â you whispered, and thatâs when he realized that you were being serious.Â
âHey, whatâs wrong?â He asked, concern evident on his face.Â
âA lot,â you said, grabbing his arm and making him face you, âare you ready for some gossip, Gyu?âÂ
You didnât give him a chance to reply, telling him everything from the very start as his eyes widened. He let out a scream or two in between which definitely hurt your ears, and you were hiding your face by the time you reached the part where you kissed Heeseung.Â
âIâm so jealous right now,â Gyu said out loud and you only gave him a look before continuing, leaving the majority of the part where you touched yourself, but also including the fact that youâve been sexually frustrated.Â
âSo thatâs what happened,â you said, gulping down and looking up at him.Â
He only blinked, once and then twice.Â
âSo what Iâm gathering here is the fact that Heeseung likes you and you, very sadly, like him back. Not to mention how youâre itching to have him fuck you,â he said, counting god knows what on his fingers, âbro really fucked a random girl after being hopelessly in love with you to prove his point, goddamn,â he whispered under his breath.Â
âOh shut up,â you mumbled, pouting at the reminder, âhe doesnât love me.â
âAre you blind? He chased me away each time I tried to approach you,â he said, eyes wide as he tried to tell you how wrong you were, your heart beating faster all of a sudden. Â
âIâm gonna kill myself actually.â A groan left your mouth as you covered your face, âIâm so embarrassed, so confused.â
âYou know what? You should fuck me to even things out with him,â Gyu said in the most innocent voice ever and you looked up at him yet again.Â
âGyu.â
âYes?â
âShut up.â
âOkay.â
He only chuckled, coming closer to you with a mischievous smile, âoh so you wanna fuck Heeseung, hm? Not me? Only Heeseung? Wow, youâre so down bad,â he teased you and you somehow tried to push him away but he only got louder.Â
âIâm gonna kill you,â you mumbled as he went on singing something.Â
âHeeseung and Y/N sitting under a tree, k-i-s-s-i-n-g,â He screamed.Â
Thatâs when you got up and started tickling his sides, to which he had an explosive reaction as he fully let out a whine like the subbiest-sub ever, moaning out your name shamelessly as you hit his chest, asking him to shut up and lower his voice.Â
But that didnât stop him from whining again when your fingers accidentally touched the sliver of his tummy, making him giggle like a kid right after, âpleaseâgo slow,â he cried out.Â
You stopped, looking at him being completely helpless and pouting, which was enough to get a giggle out of you, âoh lord,â you mumbled, shaking your head at his endless antics.Â
It certainly did help how he was there to listen to you, and of course, how he randomly suggested playing a game right after he was done whining.Â
However, what you didnât know was that Lee Heeseung had his ear pressed against your door, his timing ever so convenient as he managed to hear whines and groans reverberating your room, that being his last straw as he stomped away, back into his room to possibly throw a vase away or two, but he simply resorted to punching the wall a few times, his blood boiling at the imaginary image of you being intimate with Beomgyu of all people.Â
He sighed, punching the wall again, leaning his head against it right after, âthis canât be happening,â he mumbled, getting away and dramatically falling down on his bed with a face that screamed upset.Â
Heeseung felt like his life was ruined.Â
Beomgyu was living his best life teasing you.Â
You felt as if your life was a game as you sat down to play a board game with Gyu.
It was kind of funny how you were playing the game of life.Â
It was even funnier when Gyu added a blue peg to your car after you got married at the church and named the peg Heeseung.Â
It wasnât funny that Heeseung had yet again tried to eavesdrop by standing in front of your room, only to hear you and Gyu laughing about something, a clear reminder that he made you laugh, that you enjoyed your time with him.
Heeseung stared at the door as if he couldnât believe this.Â
He had to do something.Â
Chapter 9. The thin line between hate and love.Â
It was dark outside by the time Gyu left your apartment, peacefully so, as there was no sight of Heeseung when you got out of your room and it gave you enough time to clean up and take yet another shower, getting comfy in your shorts again.Â
You werenât sure what was in your mind anymore, while it was a given that you appreciated the distraction Beomgyu provided you with, you were also confused about everything thatâs been happening lately, and even if you did hate confrontations, you wanted to confront Heeseung about this.Â
However, it was nearing midnight by the time you realized exactly how hungry you are, munching on snacks did not help you much through the day and you didnât have much energy to go and cook something for yourself.Â
So, you opted for home delivery from one of your comfort food restaurants, happy about the fact that they were quick to deliver your meal, even if it was late at night. You paid the delivery man and headed straight to the kitchen to grab a plate and fork.Â
âHungry, hm?â A deep voice spoke right beside your ear, alarming you as you turned around to look at Heeseung, who didnât have a hint of a smile on his face, which was an unusual sight as he was always sporting at least a little grin if not more.Â
âHeeââ you gulped.Â
ââyeah?â He asked, his warm fingertips resting on your chin as he made you look up at him, âlook at me.â
You still couldnât look in his eyes.Â
He scoffed, âyouâre funny honestly, one second youâre kissing me as if your life depends on it, and the next second youâre fucking another guy,â he said, clicking his tongue before he poked his inner cheek with it.Â
You didnât expect this to happen, and you most certainly werenât expecting Heeseung to be mad about it. Did he interpret it wrong? You didnât fuck Beomgyu, but thatâs exactly what Heeseung thinks it is that you did the whole day, the whines probably didnât help, and it was no secret that Gyu was loud in everything he did.Â
Heeseung had you caged in his arms again, something he had done quite a few times after he shifted into your apartment, but the proximity never failed to faze you, his scent was as intoxicating as ever, and but at least he had decency to wear a loose fitted t-shirt this time.Â
You were zoning out again, but at the same time you were focused on his lips and how bruised they looked, as if he had been biting them out of frustration all dayâthe same lips you had so desperately kissed just yesterday, the same lips who had taken over your senses. They were so close to you again.Â
âWhy do you care?â You asked, something youâve been meaning to ask for a while, your face devoid of emotions.Â
âWhat?â He asked, taken aback by the sudden irritation that your voice now held.Â
âWhy the fuck do you care, Lee Heeseung? Isnât this just a game to you, hm? Isnât that what youâve been doing all along?â You pointed your finger at him.Â
It had started to rain outside, the downpour making the atmosphere seem darker than usual, you werenât the biggest fan of rain, and the situation only made it worse.Â
âWhy the fuck do you not understand?â He groaned, his arms on either side of you now as he took a shaky breath in, looking aside for a second as if trying to control his emotions from bursting out, âyou think itâs a fucking game to me?â
âWhat else?â You scoffed, you needed him to say whatever was on his mind, you needed to rile him to the point he couldnât help but tell you exactly what was going on, âis it not a game that you sabotage every time someone tries to approach me? Or when you keep bothering me with your constant attempt to pick fights? So whyâs it a problem that I called Gyu hereââ
ââdonât call him that.â
âWhy not? Donât like it? Itâs so cuteââ
Heeseung scoffed, âdid he fuck you that good?â He asked, his blood practically boiling by now.Â
You bit your bottom lip, smirking right after, âbetter than the girl you fucked, seeing how she didnât come back for more.â
âYeah, princess. Thatâs why you wish you were her, right? You watched me fuck her with wide eyes, you gulped your drool down when you saw my dick thrusting into her cuntâyou wanted it to be yours, I saw the jealousy in your eyes, baby. You canât lie to me,â he whispered, his lips caressing yours.Â
âOr, youâre jealous cause it wasnât you who fucked me. Isnât that what you wanted? Isnât that why you were moaning my fucking name?â You asked, your head tilted slightly to provoke him even more.Â
âYeah,â he breathed out, making you look up at him in confusion as you saw him being dead serious about what he was saying, his eyes dark, âYes Iâm jealous, I fucking hate it, cause youâre mine.â
âWhat?â You were taken aback.Â
âWhy? Whatâs so surprising, princess?â He chuckled, and you swore the butterflies you felt in your body were going feral, âyouâre mine, are you not?â He asked in a whisper.Â
The indirect confession hung in the air, the sound of your breathing along with the heavy raindrops was loud, but not louder than your own thoughts. You couldnât believe this was happening, itâs you who pushed him to confess, but it wasnât something you had expected.Â
There was nothing but sincerity in the way he stared at you, waiting for some kind of reply, and suddenly you were back in fifth grade, trying to make sense of your feelings for the same guy who stood in front of you, your lips parting to say something, but it was hard for you to form words.Â
He had you trapped, mentally and physically. Did you belong to him? Did he belong to you? Did you wish to see him with someone else again? The thought was enough to make your blood boil. Did you want him to fuck anyone who wasnât youâ
âAre you fucking mine or not, Y/Nâ?â He asked and you didnât let him speak anymore, grabbing him by his shirt as you surged forward in a rush to capture his rosy lips to yours.Â
His body reacted just as quick to kiss you back harder, his warm hand gripping your nape to keep you in place, your familiar taste simply had him groaning into your mouth, invading all your senses as you got dizzier in the essence of him, holding on to him tighter as you let yourself go as he sucked on your lips harsh enough for it to be swollen.Â
âMine,â he murmured against your lips, voice deeper than ever as he squeezed your waist, a gasp leaving your mouth, âbe good for me, hm?â He said, helping you sit on the kitchen counter right behind you.Â
He holds on to your leg, wrapping them around his waist as you pull your body even closer before he kisses you harder, even deeper, making sure that thereâs absolutely no space left in between youâhe needs to be close to you. Your clothed cunt pressed against him in a way that created the slightest amount of friction as you bucked your hips up in a rush.Â
He gladly swallowed all your whines, anger bubbling up about the fact that other people have gotten a chance to hear your pretty noises before him, but not anymore, cause you belonged to Lee Heeseung.Â
He was being rough the way he shoved his tongue into your mouth, hungry to taste you again and again, simply because it was impossible for him to get enough of you, your hands roaming all over his body to trace the hard muscles youâve been feeling up, hidden underneath his T-shirt, the tension lingering, the agitation increasing. You wanted more, you needed more.Â
âSay you want it,â he whispered, his forehead pressed against yours as you both took deep breaths, practically breathing each other in, his thumb prodding at your mouth as you swirled your tongue around it, making him groan and push his two digits into your mouth, watching how you suck on them so diligently, a whine leaving your mouth as he pulled the fingers back, depriving you of them, âsay it.âÂ
âWhat if I donât?â You clicked your tongue, pushing him back slightly with a smirk on your face, âwonât you touch me then?â You asked, looking at him innocently as you got off the counter, you could feel your panties being wet, walking to him, taking a step further to whisper in his ear, âwonât you fuck me?â You asked, biting his earlobe right after as you heard him suck in a sharp breath.Â
With that, you leaned back, walking back to your room as Heeseung stood there for a minute, trying his best to stay in control with his semi hard dick getting in the way, you being a brat wasnât helping him by any means. A groan left his mouth as he followed you into your room, to find you waiting for him on your bed, sitting comfortably.Â
âWere you this much of a brat with Beomgyu too?â He asked, the question itself had him frowning as you chuckled and shook your head no slowly, âahâno.â
He rolled his eyes, jaw clenched as he lifted his T-shirt up, messing up his hair even more as he threw it away somewhere on the floor, âyouâre a spoiled little princess, arenât you? Donât worry, love, Iâll make sure you beg for me.âÂ
You raised your brows, your eyes travelling down to stare at his body shamelessly, your bottom lip bitten as he walked over and climbed on the bed in a way that excited your body to the point that one touch from him would be enough to give you goosebumps.Â
âYou look cute when youâre jealous, yâknow?â You cooed right as he got close to you.Â
He didnât waste any second, pulling your body to him easily so you were sitting right on his lap, his back pressed against the headboard, hands resting on your ass, rubbing gentle circles on it with his thumb as he looked down his nose caressing yours in a touch that made your eyelids flutter shut.Â
âYeah, doll? Letâs see how cute I look when I donât let you cum, hm?âÂ
âWhat?âÂ
âWhat? Pretty baby wants to cum?â Heeseung teased, his hand inching upwards in a manner that pushed your t-shirt up just enough so his hand could squeeze your waist, his fingers tracing your skin smoothly.Â
You couldnât focus, not when he knew exactly how to invade all your senses. You liked the game of push and pull, but with how things have been, you knew you wouldnât last much longer, not when having Heeseung control your body, touching and guiding you, felt so good. It wasnât as if he knew what made you feel good, yet he was discovering how to make you gasp out of pleasure with ease.Â
Your hand on his bare skin only made the atmosphere seem hotter than it actually was. You simply nodded as a reply to his questionâyou needed to cum.Â
âCanât even use your words now, princess? What happened to your bratty attitude?â Heeseung chuckled against your skin, pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses down your jawline, your body reacting to it almost instantly as you threw your head back, giving him more space to kiss you down your neck.Â
You needed to do something, so you lifted your hips slightly, only to sit right on top of his hardened cock, making him groan out against your skin, almost biting your neck which had you whining out loud, your fingers tugging on his hairâsomething that you had learned would drive him crazy.Â
âCanât control yourself, Lee?â You breathed out as a taunt, letting him bite your earlobe and practically growl out of frustration, licking and swirling his warm tongue on the expanse of your skin again, making you shiver and press down on his cock even more.Â
âSo fucking needy,â he rasped out, fingers playing with the hem of your shorts now, which was easy with how your legs were spread as you sat on his lap, making you hide your face in his neck, warmth spreading all over your body.Â
âPleaseâfuck!â You cried out, biting on his shoulder as he gently caressed your clothed cunt, making him chuckle even more.
âPlease what, princess?â He urged you to speak, even though your voice came out muffled as you pressed your face to his neck, the vibrations of your words making it hard for him to function.Â
âWant you,â you finally spoke up.Â
âYeah? Who do you belong to, doll?â He cups your cunt, just to see how your body would react.Â
You moaned, hips bucking to get more friction but he only pressed your cunt harder, possessiveness lacing every single one of his touches.Â
âYou.â Saying it out loud was the only way you could stop the teasing.Â
However, you couldnât deny how you felt butterflies when he finally repeated after you, âthatâs right, youâre my pretty little doll. All mine.âÂ
You nodded meekly, letting him take control of your body as you squirmed under his hold. Heeseung knew he had won as he easily turned you over to help you lay on your back, getting on top of you with ease, staring at you, his chocolate brown eyes sporting a lust filled expression, âIâll take care of you now.â
He dipped down to pepper kisses over the expanse of your skin, having had enough of your body being fully clothed, he asked if he could take your T-shirt off you and you lazily nodded, watching the most attractive man youâve ever laid eyes on helping you out of your shirt, scoffing once he learned that you werenât wearing a bra.Â
Suddenly, you were hyper aware of his gaze on your body, your hands working quick to cover your tits with embarrassment flooding your cheeks. However, he was still quicker to grab your wrists, pinning them above your head in a swift go.Â
âNever hide your pretty body from me ever again, itâs mine to worship, yeah?â He whispered, his hot breath nuzzling against your lips as you nodded along with him, as if in a trance.Â
Your chest heaved up and down with the bubbling excitement in you, your thighs pressed up against each other as the wetness seeped through your panties, soiling your shorts as well.Â
Heeseung smirked, âsuch a good girl when you listen to me,â he praised, eliciting a whine out of you. You never knew a praise would be enough to give you goosebumps.Â
The tip of his nose grazed your skin as he stopped right on your throat, licking your sensitive spot with his warm tongue, your back arching as you obliviously gave him more space to kiss and suck on your clavicle as he grinds against you, and you love how he overpowers you.Â
Your breath hitches the second his lips reach your torso, right above your left boob, and youâre almost sure he can hear your heart beating out of your ribcage with how much his presence affects you, and he simply looks up at you to press the most daunting yet soothing kiss right above your heart, as if he was trying to get the fact across that it belonged to him now.Â
You couldnât look away, gaze peering down as he covered your nipple with his puckered lips, your moans encouraging him even further as he shamelessly sucked your tits, setting your wrists free to fondle your other tit, squeezing it harshly to see your expression contort into that of pain, but it was full of pleasure instead.Â
His thumb played with your nipples, rubbing circles on it gently to get them hard, only to pinch them right after, covering them with his mouth right after to soothe the painâsomething you didnât think youâd find pleasing but you did, especially when you squirmed around and he held you in place with ease.Â
Grazing your tits with his teeth had you whimpering, holding on to his arm, digging your nails as you held on to him tight.Â
âYou like that, baby?â He smirked, hand sneaking down into your panties, your eyes rolling back at the slightest touch of his fingers against your sensitive slit, which was wet with your arousal.
âTaste how wet you get for me, princess,â he muttered, proud of how his two digits were covered with your slick, glistening under the warm, dim lights of your room.Â
You parted your lips, pushing your tongue out to let him rest the two of his fingers there as you took him in, swirling your tongue around his slender fingers coated in your wetness. A hum left your mouth at the same time as Heeseung groaned at the sight of you being a sweet little doll for him, doing whatever he says.Â
He couldnât be gentle anymore, he had to taste you.Â
âGood girl,â he praised, brushing his thumb on your bottom lip before coating your tits with your saliva, circling your nipples as he placed open mouthed kisses as a trail down your torso, trying his best not to leave any area untouched.Â
You mindlessly chanted his name, moaning out in desperation as he got closer to your cunt, looking at you once. He appeared to be a hungry beast, the one who wouldnât stop once he gets a taste of your cuntâthe cunt heâs been dreaming about for so long.Â
He made you feel the things you hadnât ever felt before, sending shivers up your spine with each touch of his. However, he was done being slow with you. As much as he loved to give your tits his undivided attention, he couldnât leave your desperate little cunt unattended.Â
Your shorts were off in a swift go, leaving you almost bare with your panties on, his eyes darkening as he let lust cloud his mind. Holding your thighs open, he made himself comfortable in between them, mumbling about how every inch of you is perfect to him, your toes curling his breath got heavier.Â
He pressed an experimental kiss on your inner thigh, squeezing them once he heard your body react to it, a sweet little whimper leaving your swollen lips in the process. You grab a chunk of his hair, pulling on them and crying when he pushed your knees up, biting and sucking on your soft flesh of thigh as a promise that itâll leave bruise marks.Â
His marks all over your body, he needed to mark you up, not even bothering to hide his possessiveness as he mumbled mine under his breath, continuing his ministrations, stopping right in front of your soiled panties, taking a deep breath.Â
âOh princess, you smell so sweet for me,â he said, grabbing the thin fabric of your underwear, pulling them to the side, wrinkling them up without any care.Â
You propped yourself up slightly, the sight of Heeseung staring at your cunt as if heâs found treasure which he wishes to devour carnally wasnât something you had ever thought youâd witness, but here he was, breathing deeply inches away from your cunt, purposely blowing hot breath on your soaked core, trying to agitate you further. Â
âHeeseungâfuck! Please,â you groaned, urging him to get closer, to be where you need him the most.Â
âYes, princess?â He asked breathily, dark eyes still fixated on your pussy as he whispered, âpretty.âÂ
âPlease,â you begged feebly.Â
âPlease what, love?âÂ
You couldnât help it anymore, pushing his head into your bucked hips was the easy way to get things going, tugging on his silky roots as you held him in place, a loud moan reverberated the room just as he groaned into your cunt, your eyes fluttering shut at the heavenly sensation you felt all over your body.Â
âFuck, Iâve wanted this from so long,â Heeseung mumbled like a madman, absolutely letting himself go, not holding back as he devoured your cunt, licking and sucking on your folds, commanding your body well as he held your legs open with his strong grip on your thighs. Â
Peppering featherlight kisses on your clit, he made you sigh breathily, his name on the tip of your tongue as you kept on whining, even more so when he shoved his face deeper, sucking on your sensitive nub as the warmth of his fingers traced the long strokes on your folds.Â
âLoveâyourâcunt,â he groaned with each lick, pulling you into him, easing your thighs on his sturdy shoulders as he slipped his tongue into your clenching hole, âall mine now, all fucking mine.â
His lips were covered with your arousal, his thumb taking over to rub circles on your clit, sending your over the edge as you tried to get a hold of yourself, but it felt goodâthe best youâd ever felt, and you could already feel your eyes rolling to the back of your head as he added more pressure to your poor clit.Â
Your legs shook around his head, your cunt clenching as he continued to fuck his tongue deeper and deeper, as much as he could humanly manage. He could have sworn he was drunk, too pussy drunk to even move from there. He was the reason you were this wet, he got you wet, he needed to take care of your cunt and be accountable for the same.Â
With his movements getting harsher, it only took a moment longer before you found yourself reaching your high, whines leaving your mouth as you fell apart on his tongue, giving him exactly what he had been so eagerly trying to get out of you.Â
Your cum covered the expanse of his skinâlips and chin shining as he licked big stripes of your now overly-sensitive cunt just to make sure he laps up every bit of the juice you so lovingly gave to him, âso fucking beautiful,â he kissed your clit again.Â
You took deep breaths, eyes still closed as you savored the moment, Heeseung staring at you with shiny eyes, trying to memorize every bit of your expressions. You looked like an angel to him, a sweet doll who was made to be kept safe with him. He wanted to keep you safe.Â
The sight was orgasmic, Heeseungâs raging boner would agree with it, however he wasnât done having a taste of you, he was greedy by all means, almost as if he got addicted to your taste within seconds, he wanted to taste you again, and again.Â
Before you could even register what was going on, Heeseung grabbed your panties from the hem, ripping them into two instead of simply sliding them down your legs, your eyes widening at the sight of your now torn underwear.Â
He doesnât give you much chance to say anything, his lips latched to your sensitive cunt in an instant, your response of moans almost pavlovian, even more so when his digits prodded your entrance. He buried two fingers at once, deep down to the knuckles, loving how you clenched around him uncontrollably, your lewd noises almost pornographic as he continued his ministrations.Â
The tip of his nose brushed your clit in the right way, his fingers curling inside you at the same time just for you to try and close your thighs out of sheer pleasure, which overstimulated you, but he was stronger as he held your legs open.Â
Heeseung didnât feel sober by any means, he knew he wouldnât last much longer either, especially with how heâs absolutely drunk on the essence of your cunt and the melody of your moans. Pressing his clothes cock harder on the mattress, he sped up, fingering you with no resistance, your wetness being the perfect lubricant for him.Â
âDoing so well for me, such a good slut for me,â he groaned against your cunt.Â
You jolted out of pleasure, his pace and words left your pussy tightening as a signal that your second orgasm was approaching faster than ever, which only encouraged him to eat you out faster, shoving another finger into you as his dick twitched with unadulterated pleasure.Â
Heeseungâs name was all you knew as you rode out your orgasm with desperation, tears cascading down your cheek and you swore you saw stars with how hard you came undone, watching him lick you up before he got up, getting rid of his pants and boxers in one go.Â
You could only breathe deeply, eyes shamelessly taking in his hardened cock, the tip red and leaking with how much heâd held back all this while. You clumsily tried to get up, your legs still shaking as you sat up, âcan Iââ you tried to ask, embarrassed.Â
âHm, can you what, princess?â He asked, looking extremely attractive with his hair all over the place, lips cherry red and swollen, still glistening with the remains of your cum all over.Â
âWanna taste you,â your voice was barely a notch above whisper.Â
âOhâfuck. Youâre such a pretty little slut for me,â he chuckled with amusement, âyeah? Is that what my doll wants? Want my cock in your sweet little mouth?â He asked, standing right in front of your mouth.Â
You nodded, your eyes big and pleading which only had him twitching, even more so when you gently grabbed the base of his cock, placing the faintest kiss on his tip, âa slut for you, yeah,â you mumbled, peppering kisses all over his length as he bit his lip at the sight, adamâs apple bobbing up and down when he gulped.Â
With your tongue swirling around the tip, you finally took him in the warmth of your mouth, a loud moan escaping his lips once he saw you with your cheeks hollowed, sucking him in so desperately, your hands massaging his balls simultaneously. He grips the back of your head, holding you in place as you sucked harshly on the tip of his dick, his body shuddering with immense pleasure.Â
He was already leaking when he tasted you, but having you on your knees for him, looking up with tears in your eyes as you drooled and whined, sending vibrations up his cock, that was it for him, but you didnât let him move back, feeling the warm clawing of his orgasm on your tongue as you let him finish inside your mouth.Â
He had beads of sweat forming on his forehead by the time he finished, taking deep breaths but still staring at you, eyes full of adoration as you took his cock out of your mouth with a pop.Â
âYou okay, love?â He asked, sitting down next to you, caressing the curve of your cheek gently.Â
You let him sit down next to you, and he did not expect you to open your mouth to show your tongue after you gulped down his cum.Â
âFuck, oh fuck,â he groaned, chuckling right after and cupping your jaw, âweâre so not done here, princess,â he said and your eyes widened.Â
âWâwhat?â You asked, breathing in deeply when he pressed a firm kiss on your lips, not moving back as he spoke.Â
âYou really thought Iâd let you go without fucking that pretty cunt of yours, hm?â
âHeeseungâItâs so sensitive right now,â you whispered, holding on to his arm.Â
âShh, you can take it, right?â
His tone was enticing, the proximity paired with the intoxication Heeseung so eagerly provided had you nodding at his words. No guy had ever made you cum more than once and here Heeseung was, on his way to give you your third orgasm of the night.Â
âYeah,â you whispered.Â
âYeah?â He asked, tone breathy.Â
âYeah, please,â you replied, and he chuckled, pulling you into another rushed kiss, slotting his lips against yours.Â
His kisses got harsher as he pushed you down on the bed again, holding you underneath him, your body reacting to him in an instant as you spread your legs further when he pushed his thigh up, pressing it on your cunt.Â
You moaned into his mouth, he swallowed every bit of it, almost greedy as if he didnât want anyone else to even hear how pretty you sound. It was just for him, you were made for him.Â
âReady, baby?â Heeseung asked, rubbing the tip of his cock against your pussy, the wetness lubricating his length as he stroked himself a few times, looking back at you when you nodded, âare you sure?âÂ
âHmâyeah. Are you?â You asked back.Â
âNever been more ready for anything, princess,â he whispered, dipping down to press his lips against yours.Â
He wastes zero time, both your eyes fluttering shut in ecstasy as he pushed himself into your needy hole, your back arching as you both shifted to be closer to each other, the stretch of his thickness was almost delicious and you couldnât help but dig your nails on his back, trying to get a hold of yourself.Â
Heeseung moans out loud without any care, the way your walls gripped his bulbous size, âfucking hell you feel so good,â he cursed out loud.Â
Bottoming out was easy with how aroused you were, your wetness making him slide in deeper than any cock youâve ever taken before. It felt straight out of a wet dream how Heeseung looked at you with hooded eyes, a smirk forming on his face at your obvious pleasure filled expression.Â
âYou see this, princess?â He pulled back, thrusting in harder as you mewled, his hand coming to rest right on top of your abdomen, pressing down right there just enough so he could feel his cock bulge, âtold you itâd reach right here.â He chuckled.Â
âYouâre crazy,â you cried out, âso fucking bâbig.â
âAnd you love it,â he hisses as you clench up around him, moaning and agreeing with whatever your pretty boy had to say.Â
Ramming into your hole made your tits bounce with each hard thrust of his, tempting him enough to reach forward to capture your nipple between his lips, sucking on them with no gentleness. Â
You tug on his hair, something that you knew would drive him insane. He practically growled, biting your nipple and sucking on it, littering marks all around your chest all while pistoning into you.Â
âMine, youâre fucking mine,â he mumbled, the sound of skin slapping resonating the room, which was the prettiest sound Heeseung had ever heard, simply because it was a harmony of you and him, adding your whines and moans to the mix only made it better.Â
âGodâHeeseung,â you struggled to breathe, now gripping your sheets as he abused your pussy, almost demonic in a wayâsomething you really needed to satiate your desires, which Heeseung was fulfilling oh so beautifully.Â
Just when you thought it wouldnât get any better, Heeseung pushed two of his fingers right on your sensitive bundle of nerves, working them in circles as if he was a professional and you couldnât keep your eyes open anymore.Â
âDid I say you were allowed to look away?â Heeseung asked, coming closer to your face, however you could barely form a reply, which had him scoffing and stopping his actions, finally getting a cry out of you as you looked at him.Â
âThatâs a good doll, keep your eyes on me, yeah?â He whispered, sinking in impossibly deeper as you let your tears out, which turned him on even more than he thought was possible, âlove how wet you get for me, shitâyou feel so fucking good for me,â he said, dragging his tongue up your cheek, gathering your salty tears and licking them up.Â
You loved every second of this, his hand coming to slap your ass, grabbing a fistful of it to grope you harder while you absolutely let yourself submit to him, his dirty words only making you clench harder, your skin burning with the traces of his touch all over.Â
You felt like you were being split open as he rambled about how good you felt, it was addicting how your name rolled off his tongue in a possessive moan as he fucked you with pure need, also kissing you from time to time, his forehead pressed against yours as he stimulated your clit faster.Â
The room felt misty almost, but that was just the essence of you both being ever so desperate with each other, like your friends had always saidâyou needed to fuck it out.Â
And Heeseung was doing a splendid job at it, your legs twitching at this point with how sensitive your body was, body too fucked out, words not making any sense minus the few weak moans of Heeseungâs name.Â
You were so turned on, you didnât want this to end but it was beyond impossible for you to hold yourself any longer, âgonnaâgonna cum, please,â you begged, grabbing his face and pulling him into a kiss as he grunted out.Â
âYeah, kitten? Gonna cum for me? Do it, baby,â he whispered.Â
His strong arms held you in place, pushing himself deep in your pulsing pussy as if you were a toy to him, but his kisses said otherwise, they were full of longing and endless desire, and he never wished to stop.Â
With a deep breath, you pulsated around him, leaking around his size with each aggressive pounding he gave you, and before you knew it, you were squirting all over his cock, ruining your bedsheets and surprising Heeseung who only rubbed your clit harder.Â
âFuckâyouâre so hot,â he groaned, a final thrust shooting his load of cum inside your cunt, staying right there as you both breathed the same air, taking a few minutes to lay side by side when he pulled out, the mixture of your cum dripping down your cunt.Â
Heeseung still held on to you, his arms wrapping your body close to him, patting your back gently, âyou okay, love? You did so well for me,â he mumbled, kissing your forehead.Â
A newfound warmth spread your body as you witnessed Heeseung being genuinely sweet to you, a small smile caressing your face as you nodded, snuggling close to him and he let you do that, whispering praises in your ear, making you laugh and laughing along with you.Â
He knew you both couldnât sleep on your bed for the night, so he asked you if you wished to sleep with him, and it somehow left you shy as you said yes. Getting up was hard when your legs felt wobbly, but Heeseung was strong enough to help you up and go to the washroom with you.Â
You both were silent as he helped you sit on the marble counter of the washbasin, grabbing your towel and dampening it with lukewarm water, you simply observed him being absolutely concentrated, devoted almost with how he cleaned you up, a pout forming on his lips as he did so.Â
It was endearing how soft he was all of a sudden, and you needed him to speak up and talk about everything thatâs been happening with you both, the mixed signals, the teasing, the jealousy, and of course, the intimate moment you just shared, it needs to be discussed.Â
You stayed mum, observing him till he was satisfied cleaning you, asking if you felt okay, comfortable with him. Nodding with a little smile was enough of an answer for him, as he made sure to dress you up in the comfiest oversized t-shirt he owned, and soon you were both getting comfortable under his blanket.
Thatâs when you decided to finally talk to him about the whole situation.Â
âSoââ you started, slight awkwardness in your voice as Heeseung turned to look at you, his face practically shining.Â
âUhâwhy did you likeâhate me? Or did whatever you did toââ
âWoah woah, calm down, baby,â he said, clearly noticing the panic in your voice.Â
You were never the one to confront.Â
âI never hated you, how could I? You just ignored me from the fifth grade and I didnât know what to doââ he paused, as if ashamed of himself in a way.Â
âYou hated me, Heeseung,â you said, eyes widening at the accusation.Â
âMe?â
âYeah, donât you remember?â
âNo,â he dragged, as if trying to think of where it went wrong.Â
You sat up straighter, wincing slightly due to the obvious soreness between your legs, looking at him, âwow, you really donât know?â
Heeseung looked lost as ever. Â
âFifth grade, the house party? The so-called biggest party of the year? You donât remember playing truth and dare?â You asked, looking up at him with big eyes which he found so adorable.Â
âOh, yeah. Thatâs the party we went to but then you started ignoring me after it,â Heeseung spoke, wondering what went wrong.Â
âGod, you really are so clueless. We all went together, you and our group, we never really talked much butâbut I had a little crush on youâhey! Donât smirk, so yeah,â you continued and he chuckled.Â
What you didnât know was that he was feeling all sorts of giddy deep inside. You liked him? You? The girl heâs always wanted, liked him back?Â
âYou were asked this question in front of every single person we knew,â you said, a sad pout on your face, âto name someone youâd be willing to kiss in that room.â
Heeseung finally understood where you were heading but you didnât let him interrupt, resting your finger on his lips.Â
âYou know what you said?â
âI didnât mean it that wayââ
âDo you really remember what you said?â Your voice was louder now, a genuine look of disbelief on your face, âyou said youâd kiss anyone in that room but me.â
There was haunting silence as you finished your sentence, you tried to sit up, only for your legs to give out as you fell directly into Heeseungâs arms. This shut you up in a second before you gulped and folded your arms, face heating up regardless of the whole situation, which almost felt comical at this point.Â
Then you started whining and complaining about how humiliating the situation was, a clear sign that Heeseung absolutely hated her and how she had to run away from the party with a heavy heart feeling hurt, as her crush had practically rejected her.Â
In front of everyone at that.Â
âListen to me,â he said, voice deep and eyes earnest as he grabbed your arms, making sure your whole attention was on him.Â
âYou never used to look at me, even then. Whenever I tried to, someone would get in between us. That dayâI truly wanted to ask you out.â
âWhat?â
âYeah, I do think I said it the wrong way. I knew you hadnât had your first kiss,â he said, looking elsewhere for a second, âand I knew if I took your name then theyâd make me kiss you as the dare right after. I didnât want our first kiss to be like that, in front of everyone, as a dare.â
âYou cannot be serious,â you muttered in complete amusement.Â
âBut you ran out of the party and stopped talking to me altogether so I had to resort to other waysââ
âLike pranking and bothering me?â
ââwell, it did help me get your attention, didnât it?â He smirked, and you scoffed.Â
âYouâre such a duffer, Lee Heeseung,â you chuckled, still not over the fact that all of this hatred, jealousy, pranks, and well, weird but angry arguments, were all based on what?
A misunderstanding.Â
You both stared at each other for a few seconds before bursting into laughter, him pulling you close as you felt his chest vibrate, chuckling over this ridiculously stupid misunderstanding.Â
âSo, youâve liked me all along, huh?â He teased, and you pushed him away with a chuckle, mustering a stoic expression.Â
âDonât even start, Lee Heeseung. You have been bothering me because you liked me but didnât have the balls to say it!â You laughed and he looked offended.Â
âExcuse me?â He raised his eyebrow, tickling you all over with a smile as you squirmed, laughing uncontrollably before hitting on his arm a few times.Â
âWaitâwait! I have to tell you something,â you said, trying to sit up again.Â
âYeah, princess?â He whispered.Â
âSo, about what happenedââ
âGod, you look so pretty,â Heeseung said out of nowhere, staring at you with heart eyes, making you smile shyly.Â
If the past you would look at yourself, youâd probably end up throwing up with how cheesy it looked, yet right now, in the moment, everything felt right with Heeseung.Â
âAnyway.â You shook your head before looking at him sheepishly, âremember when Beomgyu came home right?â
Heeseung frowned at the mention of his name.Â
âWeâdidnât have sex,â You let out.Â
âWhat?â He practically exclaimed, âhe didnât touch you? You didnât do anything? But I heardââ
âYeah he was bothering me so I tickled him and he moanedâbut wait, you were listening to us? Eavesdropping?â You asked, âoh you were that jealous? Couldnât help but listen pathetically from behind the closed doorsââ
He shut you up by kissing you again, not stopping as you pulled him closer with a smile.Â
âYouâre crazy,â Heeseung breathed out and you knew he meant it in a good way.Â
âAnd youâre mine,â you smiled, gently rubbing your nose against his.Â
âSo fucking yours.â He mirrored your expression, pulling you in for a sweet kiss.Â
At that moment, you truly felt happy.Â
And thatâs all that mattered.Â
Chapter 10: I saw it coming.Â
Itâs baffling.Â
Transitioning from your so-called enemies to future potential lovers. The bickering is still there, however, now it results in a passionate makeout session and more.Â
Apparently Heeseung was hellbent on fucking you in every corner of your house, till everyone came back that is. He wouldnât even sleep in separate rooms, sticking by your side as if his life depended on it, even offering to shower with you sayingââit saves waterâ only for him to fuck you in there.Â
It was surprising each time Heeseung acted cheesy in front of you, making food for you, only to feed you with his own hands. He, the one who acted all tough and nonchalant in front of others, was the same guy who begged you for cuddles, head pats, kisses.Â
You had never thought he would ever be willing to sit down and watch Barbie movies with you but yet again, he proved you wrong. He was so loving, as if it came naturally to him, which was a surprise given he never had a girlfriend before.Â
He had the biggest pout on his face as you laughed with your whole heart, holding the couple keychain Heeseung insisted you have. As cheesy as it got, you loved it, and he loved seeing you smile.Â
Especially when he was the one who made you smile.Â
âDoes this mean weâre dating now?â
âWâwhat? Are we not?â Heeseung asked, slightly taken aback and you chuckled.Â
âWell, you didnât ask me to be your girlfriend yet,â you mumbled.Â
âOh, okay then let me do it right now,â he said, getting down on one knee with the keychain in his hand, âwill you, Y/N, make me the happiest man alive and let me be your boyfriend?â He asked, with glittering eyes.Â
You rolled your eyes affectionately, âyouâre so cute, Lee Heeseung, and yes, I allow you to be my boyfriend,â you smiled, pecking his lips softly.Â
However, being so engrossed in your own little world now, you both forgot something highly important that was going to happen today.Â
Your friends were literally standing outside the apartment, opening the door, as you and Heeseung casually sat on the couch, practically eating each otherâs faces off.Â
Safe to say, the reaction was no less than explosive, especially the scream that left their mouths, a look of pure horror gracing their faces, your expression mirroring their own, as if you got caught doing something illegal.Â
Everyone was shocked, minus Sunghoon, who simply leaned against the door with his arms folded and a knowing smirk on his face.Â
âTold ya theyâd be fucking by the time we come back.â
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ghost getting himself a cute, soft girl he doesn't talk about much but is clearly obsessed with and price just thinks it's nice he's finally settled down, approves of the home he's made for himself, definitely approves of the one he's taken for himself.
soap asks kyle if he's seen you and he says, "yep. lovely bird he's got tucked away in her little dollhouse. makes great food, too." soap swears there's a subtle shift in his tone when he says "lovely", a hint of something deeper that flickers in his eyes for just a moment. soap simply sucks on his teeth, letting it slide. (although he knows that kyle's always been one to appreciate the good things in life.)
interest gnaws at him, a persistent itch he can't scratch. price likes you just fine, as does kyle. well what about him? he decides to bite the bullet and goes to simon with a knot between his brows, the corners of his lips tugged downwards. they've shared clothes, bullets, beds. if the other two got to meet you, why can't he?
"ya can come over for dinner on tonight. she'd 'ave my neck if she didn't formally meet ya anyway."
soap then asks, out of genuine curiosity more than anything else, if simon would have kept you in the dark from him hadn't he brought you up himself.
"ya meet 'er when i want ya to, boy, and not a moment before." the tone he takes is unmistakeable. his words are a command, not a suggestion, and soap instantly knows to not push further.
soap nods. "ah'll be there."
"course ya will. she'd be terribly disappointed otherwise."
yeah, he'd hate to have that.
soap sits in the living room, the soft glow of the lamp casting a warm light over the cozy place. with a full stomach and an unfastened belt, nursing a glass of kentucky. he can't remember the last time he ate that well or that much.
maybe it's the alcohol that loosens his tongue, or the fact that he wishes he also had a sweet little thing to keep at his side just like simon's doing with you now, but the thoughts he's been mulling over all evening since he first saw you tumble out of his mouth.
"while ah can attest to yer taste in sweethearts, can't say much about your alcohol. bourbon, LT?" he says, chest warm.
simon's arm tightens around your hips, fingers splayed possessively over your thigh. he shrugs, completely unbothered by the backhanded compliment. "can't be perfect in everythin', can we, sergeant?"
soap's cheeks burn furiously hot when you come to his defense with a smack of your palm onto simon's chest. "be nice to johnny. he's got a face that make up for some of his other flaws."
the teasing lilt in your voice unashamedly gets his southern blood pumping. he can't help it if certain things stir when someone as pretty as you look at him like that. soap swirls the amber liquid gently in the glass while keeping his limpid eyes on you, not even trying to hide the fact that his gaze hasn't wavered since your cheeky little comment.
you then whisper something in simon's ear, your cupped hand not even half the size of his head and soap has to rearrange himself from the outside when your teeth catch your bottom lip. simon looks up at you then, eyes heavy and half lidded, and a smirk plays at the corners of his mouth.
"'m not sure, love. you'll just 'ave to ask 'im yourself. go on."
you open that sweet mouth of yours, but simon cuts you off with a decisive wave of his hand. "no. you know how to ask for things."
your reaction to that is visceral, and you're on your knees faster than his alcohol-muddled brain can comprehend. don't look down 'er shirt, don't look down 'er shirt, don't-
"johnny, will you touch my pussy?"
he splutters at your question, completely taken aback, but it seems you're not done just yet.
"hands to yourself, sergeant. tha' not all."
you pout at simon, one that earns you a look that promises consequence, but do as he says.
"will you touch my pussy, johnny? pretty please?"
#this got away from me sorry yall!!!#yeah i had so debated having ghost be like nope pricentaught ya better than that but#simon seems the type to get things done on the first time#either you learn or your arsecheeks learn#something will give soon enough#price says he's coming back for seconds tomorrow#kyle gets his on saturday#all for one strikes AGAIN i'm afraid#simon ghost riley x you#simon ghost riley x reader#x f!reader#simon ghost riley#simon riley x reader#simon riley x you#soaps shaken after in the group chat like yall uh yall got dessert too or-#simon ghost riley smut
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virgin!suguru who has only seen pussy in porn so he goes crazy when he sees a real one. he is almost drooling at the sight of your wetness on display. you see him gulp his breath as his adam's apple bobs. he is not submissive. but he is desperate. someone like who's usually so sorted, it was truly an interesting visual to see him throw away all those morals he holds.
his bored eyes are now widened as he gets close. your pussy shudders when his warm breath breezes over it. ah fuck. is it usually this wet? the answer was no. you atleast needed to be touched for five minutes before you got wet. but your cunt truly lived upto her name, fluttering when she sees his glossy lips, manipulating you into thinking all the wild things. your clit pushes out the heavy amount of glistening juice that was collected when your folds were closed, and it trails back down to your hole. but before it could reach it, suguru's long tongue darts out, the edge collecting the juice as it travels back up. you whimper at the sudden sensation. he retreats his tongue, savouring your relish. god, you taste so fucking good. you're scared you might've broken him. because now he is sucking your pussy like he's been starved for a month.
#geto suguru x reader#anyways here's what i had to say. for more info call gege akutami.#jjk x reader#geto x reader#geto suguru smut#geto smut#geto suguru#jujutsu kaisen#jjk smut#jujutsu kaisen x reader#jujutsu kaisen smut#geto x you#geto x y/n
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price would be so insatiable, heâd breathe your cunt in through the fabric of your lingerie before biting at the hem of the crotch to push it to the side and give him room to lap at your folds. every lick he does sounds like a loud slurp, echoing in your ears, and you keen, fisting at his hair, trying to tug him off because, damn it john leâme take a shower at least!
the hum he gives out vibrates from where heâs pressed to your pussy, and you jump, bucking into the feeling with a pleasured hiss, before trying to pull him away again. it takes a near damn while, full of you begging and moaning and crying, before john finally pulls away.
his beard is wet, full of your slick, and you want to cringe at how debauched he looks, only to watch him lick his lips like he couldnât get enough of you. when heâs had his fill, he finally flicks his eyes up at you.
âdonât worry, peanut. you taste jusâ as lovely.â
you whine, trying your best to ignore the warming of your cheeks as you feel him dragging you back to his hungry mouth.
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LOVE NEXT DOOR - p.sh
SUMMARY: After discovering your fiancĂ©âs infidelity, you leave behind the life youâd built in the U.S. and return to Korea to stay with your parents. The familiar streets and faces bring a bittersweet nostalgia, but nothing compares to reuniting with Sunghoon, your childhood best friend. Heâs different nowâmore reserved, maybe a bit colder. While he tries to bury the feelings he thought heâd left in the past, being around you stirs something in him that he canât ignore. And as you start to find comfort in each other again, you both realize that some feelings never truly fade.
PAIRING: childhood bsf! sunghoon x f!reader
WARNINGS: smut (oral m and f receiving, unprotected sex), angst, denial, mentions of cheating
wc: 20k
Youâre not sure what you expected when you walked into your apartment that day. Youâd left early for a business tripâan opportunity too good to pass up, even if it meant being away from Daniel for a few days. The wedding was only a month away, and youâd been looking forward to everything finally settling into place. Youâd imagined your life with him so many times: your wedding day, the honeymoon, the house youâd live in together, the family youâd build. It was all supposed to be perfect.
But as you pushed open the bedroom door, the world youâd been building shattered.
There they were, tangled in sheets that were meant for the two of you. Daniel's eyes widened in shock, but he didn't even bother scrambling for an excuse. You felt your chest tighten, each heartbeat a hammer against your ribs. For a moment, you stood frozen, every emotion rushing through you all at onceâanger, betrayal, disgust, disbelief. The room, filled with their hurried whispers and excuses, began to spin, and you could hardly breathe.
Youâd spent countless hours planning your future together, from the lace details on your wedding dress to the way youâd wear your hair. You had been so meticulous, imagining every little moment, every dance, every vow. Now, each of those dreams felt like a cruel joke. The engagement ring on your finger suddenly felt heavy, almost suffocating, a symbol of the love and trust that had been so easily shattered.
You werenât supposed to be home. The thought lingers as you stand in the doorway, frozen, watching the scene unfold in front of you. Daniel, the man you were supposed to marry in a month, is tangled in your sheets with another woman. His face pales, and he stumbles over himself, trying to sit up, as if thereâs any explanation that could possibly make this right.
âY/N, I can explain,â he starts, throwing on the shirt that had been discarded on the floor. His voice is a mix of desperation and guilt.
âExplain?â you manage, though your throat feels tight, your voice barely a whisper. You feel like youâre in a daze, like this canât possibly be real. âYouâre in our bed, Daniel. The bed where weââ You choke on your words, unable to finish the sentence. Everything youâd built with him, all the dreams and plans, now feel hollow and meaningless.
He takes a step toward you, but you instinctively back away. âIt wasnât supposed to happen like this. It was a mistake, Y/N. Please, just let meââ
âA mistake?â You let out a bitter laugh, the sound foreign even to yourself. âWeâre supposed to get married in a month, Daniel. A month! I was planning our wedding while you wereââ You stop, shaking your head as the reality of it all starts to sink in. âDid you ever even care about us? About me?â
âOf course I did,â he says, his voice cracking. But thereâs a hollowness in his words, one that you canât unhear now.
âDonât,â you interrupt, holding up your hand to stop him. âJust⊠donât. I trusted you. I thought you loved me.â The weight of the engagement ring on your finger feels unbearable now, as if itâs mocking you, reminding you of every lie heâs ever told. You pull it off and toss it onto the bed, where it lands with a soft thud. âKeep it. I donât want it anymore.â
He reaches for you, his hand outstretched, but you step back. âY/N, please, donât go. We can fix thisââ
âFix this?â You laugh again, the sound almost hysterical. âThereâs nothing left to fix, Daniel. You ruined it. You ruined us.â The finality of your words hangs in the air, and for the first time, he seems to understand that this is it. Youâre done.
Without another word, you turn and walk out, leaving behind the life youâd once believed in, the future youâd painstakingly planned. And as you step outside into the fresh air, you feel a strange sense of relief mixed with the ache of betrayal.Â
Ëàšà§âïœĄË â
The hotel room is cold and impersonal, nothing like the home youâd shared with him. As you sit on the edge of the bed, you feel the weight of everything crashing down on you. Youâre alone, truly alone, in a way you havenât been since you first moved to the U.S. Daniel was supposed to be your constant, the one person you could rely on in this foreign place. Now, it all feels like a lie.
You clutch a pillow to your chest, trying to hold yourself together as the realization sinks in. You gave up so much to be with him, to build a life together. You left behind friends, family, and a whole world you knew, all for someone who didnât care enough to stay faithful. The emptiness that fills you is overwhelming, and for the first time in a long time, you feel lost.
The next day, you return to your shared apartment. The place feels different nowâtainted, like a ghost of the life you thought you had. You walk through each room, collecting your things in a daze, each item a painful reminder of a future that no longer exists.
In the bedroom, you pause, glancing at the photos on the nightstand. One of them is from the day he proposed, your faces beaming with happiness that now feels so far away. You grab the picture frame and toss it into a box, the glass cracking as it hits the other items. It feels oddly satisfying.
Once youâve packed everything, you head to work for what you know will be the last time. The office is buzzing with the usual hum of conversations and keyboard clicks, but it all feels distant, like youâre watching it from the outside.
You find your boss in his office, and he looks up as you walk in. âY/N, I wasnât expecting you back so soon. How was the trip?â
You force a smile, though it barely reaches your eyes. âThe trip was fine, but I need to talk to you about something.â
He senses the seriousness in your tone and gestures for you to sit. âWhatâs going on?â
Taking a deep breath, you steady yourself. âIâm resigning. Effective immediately.â
He blinks, surprised. âAre you sure? I mean, you have such a promising future here, andââ
âIâm going back to Korea,â you say, cutting him off. âThereâs⊠thereâs nothing left for me here.â You swallow hard, fighting back the tears threatening to fall. âI need to go home.â
He nods slowly, seeming to understand that this isnât just a spur-of-the-moment decision. âIâm sorry to hear that, Y/N. Weâll miss you around here.â
The finality of it all feels like a release, and as you walk out of the office for the last time, you feel a strange mix of sadness and relief. Youâre leaving behind everything youâd built, but youâre also walking away from the pain, from the betrayal. Itâs time to start over, to find yourself again. And you know exactly where you need to be.
With your suitcases in hand, you leave the apartment, the job, and the life youâd once loved, and head for the airport. This time, youâre going homeâfor good.
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The plane ride back to Korea feels like a dreamâa hazy, surreal blur where the reality of whatâs happened hasnât quite caught up with you. You stare out the window, watching as the city below grows closer, the familiar landscape bringing a wave of bittersweet nostalgia. Youâre going home, but not for the reasons you ever imagined.
You feel a wave of apprehension mixed with relief. You hadnât planned on returning home so abruptly, with nothing but a suitcase and a broken heart, and you certainly hadnât told anyone. You let yourself imagine how surprised your parents will be when you show up at the door unannounced. But you push the thought aside as you step into a cab, the familiar cityscape passing by in a blur.
The familiar street feels almost surreal as you pull up to your parentsâ house, the one you havenât seen in years. After everything thatâs happened, this was the only place that felt like it could hold you together. As you step out of the cab and stand in front of the door, the weight of your decision settles over you.Â
You take a deep breath and ring the bell. you stand at the door, hesitating. You havenât been here in so long, and everything looks just as it did beforeâyet somehow different. The door swings open to reveal your motherâs shocked face.
âY/N?â she gasps, her hand flying to her mouth. âIs it really you?â
âItâs me, Mom,â you say, managing a small smile as she pulls you into a tight hug.Â
âOh, honey!â She squeezes you, almost as if to make sure youâre real, then steps back, looking you over with a mixture of joy and worry. âWhat are you doing here? We didnât know you were coming!â
âI know. I wanted it to be a surprise.â You look over her shoulder to see your father standing in the doorway, his expression just as bewildered.
âWell, come in, come in!â Your mother ushers you inside, closing the door behind you. Your father wraps you in a quick hug, his grip firm but gentle.
âWhat brings you back home so suddenly?â he asks, his voice tinged with concern. âWe thought youâd be busy with wedding plans.â
Your heart skips a beat, but you keep your expression steady. âYeah⊠I just needed to get away for a bit. I missed you both.â
Your mother gives you a searching look, sensing thereâs more to the story. âBut your wedding is only a month away. Is everything okay?â
âItâs fine,â you say quickly, forcing a smile. âDaniel and I decided to take a break. I just needed some space to think, so I thought itâd be nice to come home for a while.â
Your parents exchange glances, their worry deepening. âA break?â your father echoes. âThis close to the wedding?â
You take a deep breath, bracing yourself against the wave of emotion that threatens to break through. âYeah, it was a last-minute decision. But I promise, itâs nothing to worry about. I just⊠needed to clear my head.â
Your mother reaches out and takes your hand, her grip warm and reassuring. âWeâre here for you, sweetheart. You know that, right?â
âI know.â You squeeze her hand, grateful for their presence. âI just needed to be here. With you.â
Your father nods, his expression softening. âWell, youâre always welcome here. For as long as you need.â
 They settle into the familiar rhythm of conversation, asking about your flight and your plans, you find a small sense of comfort in their voices. But beneath it all, you can feel the questions they arenât asking, the truths youâre not yet ready to share. For now, you let their warmth surround you, clinging to it like a lifeline in the storm youâre still navigating alone.
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As the night settles in, you find yourself standing in the doorway of your childhood bedroom, heart pounding. It feels both familiar and foreign, the walls adorned with posters of your teenage dreams and the desk still cluttered with relics of late-night study sessions. You push the door open, stepping inside and allowing the memories to wash over you.Â
The bed is made, just as you left it all those years ago, with the comforter patterned in pastel colors and stuffed animals peeking out from under the pillows. You take a deep breath, inhaling the scent of your childhoodâthe faint hint of lavender air freshener mixed with the familiar aroma of old books. Itâs comforting and painful all at once.
You sit on the edge of the bed, your mind drifts back to nights spent cramming for exams, the soft glow of the desk lamp illuminating pages of notes and textbooks. You remember laughing with your friends during late-night study sessions, the sound of their voices filling the air as you all shared dreams and plans for the future. Those were simpler times, before life became a tangled web of expectations and disappointments.
With each memory, a wave of nostalgia crashes over you, but the pain of your recent reality looms just beneath the surface. You can almost hear the echoes of your younger self, confident and excited about the future. Now, you feel like a shadow of that person, haunted by the weight of betrayal.
You shake your head, forcing a smile as you pull out your pajamas from your suitcase. No sense in dwelling on the past. You need to maintain the strong front youâve put on for your parents. They deserve to see you as the daughter whoâs come home, not the girl whose world has crumbled in a matter of weeks.
As you change into your pajamas, you catch a glimpse of yourself in the mirrorâyour eyes tired and a hint of sadness in your smile. But you quickly brush it aside, reminding yourself that you canât let them see how vulnerable you feel. Your parents have already expressed their concerns; you canât burden them with the truth just yet. You donât want to break their hearts with the reality of why youâre here.
Slipping under the covers, you take a moment to appreciate the softness of the sheets, the way they wrap around you like a warm embrace. You lie back, staring at the ceiling, and allow your thoughts to wander. You think of Daniel, of the way everything fell apart so quickly, and the ache in your chest sharpens. But you breathe through it, determined not to let the tears spill over.
Instead, you focus on the memories that fill this room, allowing yourself a brief moment of comfort before the darkness creeps back in. You can hear your motherâs soft footsteps in the hallway, her gentle voice drifting through the walls as she chats with your father. Theyâre worried about you, and you know it. But you refuse to let them see the cracks in your facade.Â
You close your eyes, the past and present collide in a whirlwind of emotion, but you push the chaos aside, seeking solace in the familiarity of your childhood sanctuary. Here, in this room, you can hold on to the illusion of safety, if only for a little while longer.
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The next morning, you wake up to the smell of something familiarâyour motherâs cooking. For a moment, you let yourself enjoy the simplicity of it, the warmth of home wrapping around you like a blanket. You push back the covers and head downstairs, where you find her bustling around the kitchen, setting the table like she used to when you were in high school.
âGood morning,â she says brightly as she sees you, her smile wide and welcoming. âI made your favoriteâjeon and kimchi jjigae. Figured you could use a nice breakfast after that long flight.â
âThanks, Mom.â You slide into a chair at the table, the normalcy of the moment grounding you. Itâs almost like the old days when everything was so simpleâjust you, your parents, and a quiet morning before the day truly began.
She sets a plate down in front of you, the scene feels like something out of the past. The kitchen hasnât changed, with the same floral curtains and the light clinking of dishes filling the quiet space. Itâs peaceful, almost enough to make you forget why youâre back.
You both fall into an easy conversationâtalking about small things like the weather, whatâs been happening in the neighborhood, and her latest gardening projects. She doesnât press about Daniel or the wedding, and youâre thankful for the reprieve. Youâre determined to keep up this front, to act like everythingâs fine, at least for now.
Just as you start to relax into the conversation, the front door flies open with a loud bang, and a familiar voice cuts through the morning calm.
âY/N!â
You look up just as Yeji storms into the kitchen, her expression a mix of excitement and disbelief.
âHow could you not tell me you were coming back?â she demands, standing with her hands on her hips as she glares at you in mock offense. âI had to hear it from our momâs call this morning! Do you know how betrayed I feel right now?â
You blink in surprise, a guilty smile tugging at your lips. âYeji, Iââ
âUnbelievable,â she cuts you off, shaking her head. âI thought we were best friends! Youâre lucky I love you.â
She strides over and pulls you into a tight hug before you can finish your sentence. You laugh softly, hugging her back. âIâm sorry, I didnât tell anyone. It was a last-minute thing.â
Yeji pulls away and gives you a playful glare. âYou owe me, big time.â
Your mother, who has been watching this entire exchange with an amused smile, shakes her head. âI told her she shouldâve called you first,â she teases, glancing between the two of you.
Yeji crosses her arms, looking at you expectantly. âWell, youâre here now, so spill. Whatâs going on? Why the sudden return?â
You feel the weight of her question hang in the air, but before you can figure out how to answer, your mom steps in.
âLet her eat first, Yeji,â she chides gently. âShe just got here yesterday.â
Yeji grumbles, taking a seat next to you with a dramatic sigh. âFine. But after breakfast, you better be ready to talk. No way youâre getting out of this.â
You smile, feeling the warmth of her friendship wrap around you, even as you dread the inevitable questions. For now, though, you focus on the food in front of you, allowing the conversation to flow around you like it used toâjust another morning in the house where everything was simple.
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âIm heading to the market to get stuff I need for tonightâs dinner. Iâll be back in a little,â Your mom tells you, walking out the door and closing it behind her.
Yeji narrows her eyes, tapping her fingers on the table. âOkay, Y/N. Enough stalling. Why are you really back? This close to the wedding? Whatâs going on with you and Daniel?â
You feel your stomach tighten, but you keep your face neutral, cutting a piece of pancake as if her question hasnât hit you like a punch to the gut. âI told you, I just wanted to visit. I missed everyone.â
Yeji isnât convinced. âY/N, donât give me that. You didnât even tell me you were coming back, and youâre usually texting me about every little thing. Now you show up out of nowhere, and weâre supposed to believe this is just a friendly visit?â
You meet her gaze, your heart pounding, but you force yourself to stay calm. âIt is. Thereâs nothing else to it.â
She raises an eyebrow, clearly not buying it. âCome on. You and I both know somethingâs up. Was there a fight? Did Daniel do something?â
You shake your head quickly. âYeji, really. I just needed a break. Thatâs all.â
Yeji stares at you for a moment longer, waiting for you to crack, but when you donât, she throws her hands up in defeat. âFine. Keep your secrets. But mark my words, Iâll get it out of you one way or another.â
You breathe a silent sigh of relief as she finally drops the topic. Youâre not ready to talk about Daniel, or the betrayal that shattered everything. Not yet.
Yeji leans back in her chair, crossing her arms. âAnyway, speaking of things you havenât told me⊠have you seen Sunghoon yet?â
The question takes you off guard, and you look at her, surprised. âSunghoon?â
âYeah,â Yeji says, eyeing you with a knowing smirk. âYour other childhood bestie? The one whoâs still very much around? He lives next door, you know.â
You fidget with your fork, feeling an odd mix of emotions stir at the mention of his name. âNo, I havenât seen him yet.â
Yeji tilts her head. âReally? Youâve been here since yesterday and havenât run into him? Thatâs weird. Heâs practically part of your family.â
You shrug, trying to appear indifferent. âI got in late, and Iâve been busy with unpacking. Itâs not that surprising.â
Yeji chuckles. âHeâs going to be so mad you didnât tell him you were coming back either. Youâve got a lot of explaining to do, Y/N.â
You manage a small laugh, though the thought of seeing Sunghoon after all these years sends a small flutter of anxiety through you. Things with him had always been comfortable, easy, but after so long apart, youâre not sure what to expect. And after everything thatâs happened with Daniel, the idea of facing someone who knows you so well feels almost too raw.
âWell, good luck with that,â Yeji says, giving you a teasing smile. âYou know how he is. Heâs probably going to give you the cold shoulder for a bit.â
You force a grin, though youâre already dreading the inevitable reunion. âYeah. I guess Iâll deal with that when it happens.â
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Later that afternoon, feeling a bit restless from being inside all morning, you decide to take a walk to the nearby convenience store. The air is crisp and cool, and the quiet hum of the neighborhood feels calming. Itâs the kind of peace you missed during your years abroad, and for a moment, you let yourself relax, letting the familiar surroundings ease your mind.
As you approach the store, lost in thought, you nearly bump into someone coming out. You step back, about to apologize, when you realize who it is. Sunghoon.
Your heart stutters in your chest as you take in the sight of him. He looks the same, yet somehow different. Taller, more mature. His dark hair falls slightly over his eyes, and heâs dressed casually in a hoodie and jeans, holding a bag of snacks in one hand. But itâs his expression that catches you off guardâcool, almost indifferent, as his eyes meet yours.
âSunghoon?â you say, trying to mask the awkwardness creeping into your voice. âI didnât think Iâd run into you here.â
He blinks, a brief flicker of surprise crossing his face before it quickly fades into something more guarded. âY/N,â he says, his tone even. âI heard you were back.â
Thereâs no warmth in his voice, no hint of the familiarity you used to share. The coldness of his reaction makes your stomach drop, and for a moment, you donât know what to say.
âYeah⊠I came back yesterday.â You offer a small, tentative smile, hoping to ease the tension. âIt was kind of a last-minute thing.â
Sunghoon nods, but his expression doesnât change. âI figured.â
You stand there awkwardly, the weight of the unspoken tension between you heavier than you expected. This wasnât how you thought it would go. He used to be one of your closest friends, someone you could talk to about anything. Now, it feels like youâre standing in front of a stranger.
âHave you been okay?â you ask, trying to bridge the gap between you.
âYeah, Iâve been fine.â His answer is short, clipped, as if heâs not interested in small talk.
The coldness in his voice stings, and you canât help but wonder if your sudden disappearance all those years ago had more of an impact on him than you realized. âItâs good to see you,â you offer, even though youâre not sure if itâs true anymore. âIâve missed everyone.â
âRight.â He looks past you, as if already ready to leave. âWell, welcome back.â
Thatâs it? No questions, no catching up, just⊠this? You feel your chest tighten, the conversation feeling colder by the second.Â
âThanks,â you manage to say, trying not to let his aloofness get to you. âI guess Iâll see you around?â
Sunghoon shrugs, his expression unreadable. âMaybe.âÂ
With that, he steps past you, walking away without another word, leaving you standing there, feeling strangely hollow. You watch him go, the distance between you now more than just physical. Itâs like thereâs a wall where there used to be a connection, and youâre not sure howâor ifâyouâll ever break through it again.
After your brief and awkward run-in with Sunghoon, you continue into the convenience store, your thoughts swirling. The encounter had left you unsettledâmore than you wanted to admit. Youâd expected maybe a little awkwardness after all these years, but not this cold, indifferent version of Sunghoon. The Sunghoon you remembered was always warm, protective, quick to tease you. Now, it felt like he couldnât care less that you were back.
You absentmindedly browse the aisles, picking up a few snacks and bottled water, you replay the conversation in your head. Every curt response, every emotionless glance. Was he mad? Hurt? Or had he just moved on with his life so much that your return didnât even register? You didnât expect everything to fall back into place after so many years, but you certainly didnât expect this.
You make your way to the counter, trying to push the thoughts away. Maybe itâs better not to overthink it. Youâve only been back for a dayâthings might take time to feel normal again. Or maybe youâve just been gone too long.
The cashier rings up your items, and you pay before stepping back outside into the cool autumn air. The sky is a soft gray, and a slight breeze carries the scent of falling leaves, a reminder that some things, at least, remain the same.
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On your way back home, your mind drifts to everything thatâs happened in the last few days. Youâd been so focused on escaping Daniel, on putting distance between you and the life youâd built with him in the U.S., that you hadnât really prepared yourself for how different everything might be back here.Â
You shake your head. This wasnât the time to spiral. One thing at a time.
When you reach your house, you feel a bit lighter, the familiarity of home giving you a sense of stability. As you open the door and step inside, your mother is in the living room, flipping through a magazine.
âHey, sweetie,â she greets with a smile, glancing up at you. âDid you get what you needed?â
âYeah, just a few things,â you reply, holding up the bag. âThought Iâd take a walk.â
âGood. Itâs nice to have you back home.â She pats the seat next to her on the couch, and you sit down, the warmth of the house and her presence comforting.
You try to focus on the moment, pushing aside the confusing encounter with Sunghoon for now. But it lingers in the back of your mind, like an unresolved thread, tugging at you no matter how hard you try to ignore it.
One day at a time, you remind yourself. You came back to Korea to heal. Whatever happens with Sunghoonâor anything elseâwill have to wait.
As you settle into the couch next to your mom, you finally let yourself relax a little. The warmth of the house, the quiet rhythm of the afternoonâit almost feels normal. But as you sit there, your mom glances at you with a casual smile, one that makes you wary.
âOh, I forgot to mention,â she says, flipping the magazine shut. âSunghoon and his parents are coming over for dinner tonight.â
You freeze, your fingers tightening slightly around the edge of the couch. âWhat?â
âYeah,â your mom continues, completely unaware of the tension that suddenly grips you. âIâve been meaning to invite them over, and I thought itâd be nice to have a little family dinner now that youâre back. You know how close we are with them.â
Your mind races. You had barely survived your run-in with Sunghoon at the convenience store, and now you were supposed to sit through an entire dinner with him? After how cold and distant heâd been? The thought alone makes your stomach twist.
âTonight?â you ask, trying to keep your voice even.
âMm-hmm,â your mom says, already getting up to head toward the kitchen. âIâm going to start prepping soon. Itâll be fun, donât you think? Just like old times.â
Fun wasnât exactly the word youâd use. âMom, Iââ
Before you can come up with an excuse, sheâs already busy listing out dishes. âI was thinking weâd do something simple. Maybe some bulgogi, kimchi, a few side dishes. Oh, and that japchae you love. Sunghoon always liked that, too.â
You rub your temples, feeling the weight of the situation settle on your shoulders. There was no getting out of this. Your mom had clearly put thought into this dinner, and after being away for so long, you didnât have the heart to tell her no.
âYeah⊠sounds great,â you manage to say, though your enthusiasm is clearly lacking.
âPerfect! Iâll get started now. Why donât you help me later with the table?â she says cheerfully, disappearing into the kitchen.
You sit there, trying to wrap your mind around the fact that in just a few hours, youâll be sitting across from Sunghoon at dinnerâawkward silences, tense glances, and all. Youâd thought you could avoid him for a while, at least until you figured out how to talk to him, but it seems the universe had other plans.
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Dinner time arrives faster than youâd hoped, and the pit in your stomach grows heavier with each passing minute. You spent the last hour helping your mom set the table, the familiar routine of laying out chopsticks and plates doing little to calm your nerves. Every time you hear a sound outside, your heart jumps, anticipating their arrival.
Finally, thereâs a knock at the door, followed by your fatherâs cheerful voice as he greets Sunghoon and his parents. You force a steadying breath, bracing yourself for the inevitable as they step inside.
âCome in, come in,â your mom calls from the kitchen, wiping her hands on a towel as she moves to greet them.
You stay rooted by the table, trying not to let your unease show. When you glance up, your eyes meet Sunghoonâs. His face is impassive, and though his parents are all smiles, he barely acknowledges you beyond a polite nod.
âY/N,â his mother beams, walking over to give you a warm hug. âItâs so wonderful to see you back home! You look so grown-up. How long has it been?â
You muster a smile as you hug her back. âItâs been a while, yeah. Iâve missed being here.â
Sunghoonâs dad shakes your hand with a broad smile. âYou were always such a good kid. Your parents must be thrilled to have you back.â
You nod, trying to keep the conversation light as you exchange pleasantries with Sunghoonâs parents. Meanwhile, Sunghoon himself stands near the doorway, hands in his pockets, looking anywhere but at you. The coldness from earlier lingers between you, thick and uncomfortable.
Your mom ushers everyone to the dining table, her excitement palpable as she serves the food. âLetâs all sit! Itâs so nice to have everyone together again.â
You find yourself seated across from Sunghoon, who remains quiet as the meal begins. His parents chat easily with your parents, exchanging updates on family matters and local gossip. You try to join in, but itâs hard to focus when you can feel Sunghoonâs presence directly in front of you, the weight of his silence pressing down.
At one point, his father glances at you, his smile genuine. âSo, Y/N, how long are you planning to stay? Iâm sure youâve got a busy life back in the States, with the wedding and all.â
You freeze, the mention of the wedding making your chest tighten. Youâd hoped it wouldnât come up, but of course, it was inevitable. All eyes turn to you, and you feel Sunghoonâs gaze on you now, sharp and watchful.
âOh⊠Iâm not sure yet,â you answer, trying to keep your voice steady. âI havenât really figured everything out.â
His mother looks over, curious. âArenât you worried about the wedding? Itâs only a month away, right?â
You swallow hard, avoiding Sunghoonâs gaze, which feels like a dagger from across the table. âI⊠I decided to take some time off. You know, to clear my head before everything gets hectic.â
Your parents exchange glances but donât press further, sensing that thereâs more to the story than youâre letting on. Sunghoonâs mother, however, isnât as easily deterred.
âWell, Iâm sure Danielâs missing you terribly,â she says with a laugh, clearly unaware of the tension her words cause. âYou two must be so excited about the big day!â
You feel your throat tighten, your fingers gripping the edge of your plate. Before you can figure out how to respond, Sunghoon finally speaks.
âMaybe we should give Y/N a break,â he says, his tone low but unmistakably cold. âShe just got back. No need to bombard her with questions about her wedding.â
Everyone goes silent for a moment, the shift in his tone catching them off guard. You glance up, surprised by his sudden defense of you, but when your eyes meet, his expression remains unreadable.Â
His mother blinks, a bit flustered. âOh, of course. I didnât mean to pry.â
âItâs fine,â you say quickly, trying to smooth over the tension. âReally. I just needed some time to think.â
Your father clears his throat, steering the conversation to a different topic, but the air remains thick with unspoken words. As dinner continues, you canât help but glance at Sunghoon, who stays quiet for the rest of the meal, his face hard, distant.
By the time dessert rolls around, youâre exhausted from keeping up the act. You want nothing more than to escape this table, to be anywhere but here, trapped between old memories and the unresolved tension that hangs over everything like a storm cloud.
Sunghoon may have spoken up for you, but the chill in his demeanor tells you everything you need to knowâhe hasnât forgiven you for leaving, and this dinner is just the beginning of whatever complicated mess lies ahead.
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After dinner, the weight of the evening presses on your chest, and you feel the overwhelming need for spaceâsomewhere away from the questions, the tension, and the relentless memories. Your parents chat casually in the living room with Sunghoonâs parents, but their laughter feels distant, like youâre no longer part of it. Excusing yourself quietly, you slip out of the house, letting the cool night air hit your skin as you walk down the quiet, familiar streets.
You find yourself heading to the park where you, Sunghoon, and Yeji used to play as kids. The old swings, the jungle gym, even the worn-out slideâitâs all still there, untouched by time. The memories of those carefree days flood back, bittersweet in their simplicity. You push down the ache in your chest and sit on one of the swings, the creak of the chains loud in the stillness of the night.
The moon hangs low, casting a pale glow over the empty park. You let yourself swing gently, the motion soothing, but your thoughts are anything but calm. Everything is swirlingâDaniel, the wedding that wonât happen, your sudden return home, and the wall Sunghoonâs built between you since the moment you saw him again.
Lost in your thoughts, you donât hear him approach until heâs already there. The soft crunch of his footsteps on the gravel pulls you from your reverie, and you glance to your side, startled to see Sunghoon standing there, his expression unreadable. He doesnât say anything at first, just looks at you for a moment before settling onto the swing next to you.
For a long while, neither of you speaks. The silence stretches between you, thick and uncomfortable, but somehow familiarâlike the many quiet nights youâd spent together here as kids. Back then, silence was easy. Now, itâs loaded with everything you havenât said, everything thatâs changed.
Finally, you break the quiet, your voice barely above a whisper. âI didnât think youâd follow me.â
Sunghoon doesnât look at you, his gaze fixed on the ground as he kicks at the dirt with his shoe. âI didnât think I would either,â he admits, his voice flat. âBut here I am.â
You glance at him from the corner of your eye, trying to gauge his mood. The coldness from earlier lingers in the air between you, but thereâs something else tooâsomething softer, more hesitant, like heâs struggling with whateverâs on his mind.
The gentle creak of the swings is the only sound for a few more moments, until he finally speaks again, his tone low and distant. âYou left,â he says, his words simple but heavy. âNo warning. No goodbyes.â
Your stomach twists at the accusation, but you canât deny it. âI know,â you say quietly, gripping the chains of the swing a little tighter. âIâm sorry.â
He lets out a small, bitter laugh. âYeah, well, that doesnât exactly change anything, does it?â
You wince, the sharp edge in his voice cutting deeper than you expected. âSunghoon, I didnât mean to just disappear. Things were⊠complicated.â
âComplicated?â He finally turns to look at you, his eyes narrowing slightly. âYou couldnât have called? Texted? I had to hear from my parents that you were moving to the U.S. And now, after years of nothing, you just show up out of nowhere, acting like everythingâs fine?â
You bite your lip, the guilt weighing heavily on you. âI didnât mean to hurt you. I just⊠I needed to get away. From everything. And then⊠life happened.â
Sunghoon shakes his head, his jaw clenching. âYouâre always running away, Y/N. You did it back then, and now youâre doing it again. What happened with Daniel? Did he screw up, and now youâre back here hiding?â
His words strike a nerve, and you feel your chest tighten. âItâs not like that,â you say defensively, though a part of you wonders if heâs right.Â
âIsnât it?â he presses, his voice sharp. âYouâre back here, pretending everythingâs okay when clearly, itâs not.â
You turn away, the pain and frustration bubbling up inside you. âYou donât know what Iâve been through, Sunghoon. Itâs not that simple.â
For a moment, he stays silent, the tension between you thick and suffocating. Then, he sighs, the anger seeming to drain out of him. âYouâre right. I donât know. Because you never told me.â
You look over at him, and for the first time since youâve been back, you see something in his eyes that isnât coldness or angerâjust hurt. The years youâve spent apart, the silence between youâitâs all built up into this wall that neither of you knows how to tear down.
âI didnât mean for it to be like this,â you whisper, the weight of the years catching up to you. âI just⊠I needed to figure things out. And now, I donât know how to fix it.â
Sunghoon looks away, his expression softening, though the hurt still lingers. âMaybe itâs not about fixing things,â he says quietly. âMaybe itâs just about being honest. With me. With yourself.â
You donât know how to respond, the truth of his words settling heavily on your chest. The silence returns, but this time it feels differentânot as cold, not as distant. You both sit there, side by side, swinging gently in the cool night air, the echoes of your childhood swirling around you.
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The walk back home from the park is quiet, but itâs a different kind of silence nowâless charged, more reflective. Sunghoon walks beside you, his hands in his pockets, and though neither of you speaks, thereâs a tentative sense of peace settling between you.
The night air feels lighter as you near your house, and you glance over at him, wondering if this fragile understanding between you will last. Just as youâre about to say something, you hear itâa voice calling your name from across the street.Â
âY/N!â
You freeze, your heart skipping a beat at the sound of Danielâs voice. Itâs impossible. He shouldnât be here. Slowly, you turn, and there he is, standing under a streetlight, his face a mixture of desperation and determination.
âY/N, wait!â he calls again, hurrying toward you, his voice strained with urgency.
You can feel your blood run cold as he approaches. Sunghoon stiffens beside you, his gaze hardening the moment he sees Daniel. You swallow, taking an instinctive step back, every muscle in your body tensing as the man youâd left behind in the U.S. closes the distance between you.
âWhat the hell are you doing here?â you manage, your voice shaking with equal parts disbelief and anger.
Danielâs eyes are pleading, his hands reaching out like heâs trying to reel you back in. âI came to find you. To explain everything. I messed up, Y/N, but we can fix this. You canât just run away like this.â
Sunghoon moves slightly closer to you, his presence a shield as you stand frozen, trying to process the surreal scene unfolding in front of you. The front door to your house swings open, and your parents step out, concern etched across their faces. They must have heard the commotion from inside.
âY/N? Whatâs going on out here?â your mother asks, her gaze moving between you, Daniel, and Sunghoon. Your father follows, frowning deeply as he takes in the scene.
Daniel seems to seize the moment, stepping toward you again. âI made a mistake, okay? I know I hurt you, but we can work this out. We were so close to the wedding, Y/N. Donât throw it all away because of one mistake.â
The words hit you like a punch to the gut, the weight of the betrayal crashing down on you all over again. Your motherâs eyes widen as she glances between the two of you. âWhat⊠mistake?â she asks slowly, her voice tight with worry.
You donât want to say it. You donât want to admit it in front of your parents, in front of Sunghoon, but the truth is too heavy to keep inside any longer. You take a deep breath, your voice trembling as the words finally spill out.
âHe cheated,â you say, your voice breaking slightly. âWith someone else. Thatâs why I left.â
The air seems to freeze around you. Your mother gasps, her hand flying to her mouth in shock. Your fatherâs expression hardens, his eyes narrowing as he stares at Daniel. And Sunghoon⊠Sunghoonâs fists clench at his sides, the barely restrained anger radiating off him in waves.
âHow dare you?â your fatherâs voice is like steel, cold and furious. âHow dare you come here after what youâve done?â
Daniel takes a step back, looking genuinely shaken by the fury directed at him. âIt was a mistake,â he insists, his voice desperate. âIt didnât mean anything. I love Y/N, and weâre supposed to be getting married. I justâI want to fix things.â
Your mother, usually calm and collected, is trembling with emotion. âYou think you can fix this?â she demands, her voice rising. âAfter what youâve done to her? After breaking her heart like this?â
You feel Sunghoonâs hand on your arm, a silent gesture of support as everything unfolds around you. His voice is low, but every word drips with barely controlled fury. âYou think you can just show up here and make everything better? She doesnât need you anymore. Get lost.â
âStay out of this. Itâs none of your business.â Daniel tells sunghoon, his jaw clenching at the sight of him pleading for forgiveness.
Daniel looks between you and your parents, his panic growing. âY/N, please,â he pleads. âWeâve been through so much together. You canât just-
Your father steps forward now, his voice firm and filled with authority. âGet off my property,â he says, his eyes narrowing as he stares down Daniel. âYouâve done enough damage.â
Daniel looks panicked, his desperation clear as he looks at you one last time. âY/Nââ
âGo,â you say quietly, your voice steady despite the turmoil in your heart. âJust⊠go.â
Sunghoon is still fuming beside you, but he doesnât move. He waits, fists clenched, as Daniel hesitates for a moment longer before finally turning and walking back down the street. His footsteps fade into the night, leaving behind an unbearable silence.
Your parents stand by the door, your motherâs hand on your fatherâs arm as they watch you carefully. Sunghoon stands stiffly beside you, his anger simmering just beneath the surface.
âIâm so sorry you had to find out like this,â you murmur, mostly to Sunghoon. He turns to look at you, his expression softening ever so slightly. Thereâs still anger in his eyes, but beneath it, you see something elseâconcern, hurt, maybe even guilt for not knowing sooner.
âWhy didnât you tell me?â he asks, his voice low, but thereâs no accusation in his tone. Just quiet frustration and sadness.
You swallow hard, the weight of everything finally hitting you. âI didnât want anyone to know,â you say, your voice barely above a whisper. âI just⊠I couldnât.â
Sunghoonâs gaze lingers on you for a moment longer before he finally lets out a slow breath. He doesnât say anything, but the tension between you begins to ease. Slowly, the weight on your chest starts to lift, even if only a little.
As the tense moment begins to settle, your parents usher everyone back inside, their expressions a mix of concern and disbelief. Sunghoon follows you quietly, his usual confident demeanor replaced by a somber silence. Inside, the atmosphere is heavy with unspoken words and lingering shock from Daniel's unexpected visit.
Your mother offers tea, her hands trembling slightly as she pours, trying to find some semblance of normalcy in the midst of the chaos. Sunghoon remains quiet, his eyes fixed on his tea as he sits opposite you at the kitchen table. The air feels charged with unresolved tension, each passing second stretching the fragile peace thinner.
âI canât believe he had the audacity to show up here,â your father finally breaks the silence, his voice rough with suppressed anger. âAfter what he did to you.â
You nod silently, unable to find the words to explain or justify Danielâs actions. The betrayal still feels fresh, the wound reopened by his sudden appearance.
Sunghoon finally speaks, his voice calm but tinged with an edge you canât quite place. âWhy didnât you tell me?â His eyes meet yours, searching for answers. âYou could have⊠I could have helped.â
You swallow hard, the guilt weighing heavily on you. âI didnât want to burden anyone,â you admit quietly. âAnd I didnât want you to hate me.â
Sunghoonâs expression softens slightly, a flicker of understanding crossing his features. âI could never hate you,â he says softly, his gaze unwavering. âBut I hate seeing you hurt.â
Your heart clenches at his words, a mixture of relief and sadness washing over you. âIâm sorry,â is all you manage to say, the weight of your emotions threatening to spill over.
Your mother places a gentle hand on your shoulder, offering silent comfort. âSweetheart, you donât have to apologize,â she says softly, her eyes filled with maternal concern. âWeâre just glad youâre home now.â
The tears youâd been holding back finally spill over, and you let out a shaky breath. âI just⊠I needed to come back,â you admit, the truth finally surfacing. âEverything fell apart, and I didnât know where else to go.â
Sunghoon reaches across the table, his hand hesitating for a moment before gently covering yours. His touch is warm and reassuring, grounding you in the midst of turmoil. âYouâre home now,â he says quietly, his voice steady. âAnd weâre here for you.â
You nod gratefully, overwhelmed by the support of your family and the unexpected comfort from Sunghoon. Despite everything, a sense of relief washes over youâthe first glimmer of hope that maybe, just maybe, you can begin to heal.
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The evening wears on, the tension gradually easing as conversations shift from the shock of Danielâs visit to lighter topics. Your parents share stories of neighbors and friends, trying to lighten the mood, while Sunghoon remains by your side, a silent presence that speaks volumes.
As the night draws to a close, you find yourself standing at the front door with Sunghoon, the faint glow of streetlights casting shadows around you. He looks at you, his eyes soft with unspoken understanding.
âThank you,â you say quietly, breaking the silence between you. âFor everything.â
Sunghoon offers a small smile, his hand brushing yours briefly. âYou donât have to thank me,â he replies gently. âIâm just glad youâre okay.â
You take a deep breath, the weight on your shoulders a little lighter than before. âI think Iâm going to be,â you admit, a tentative smile tugging at your lips.
Sunghoonâs smile widens slightly, a hint of relief in his eyes. âGood,â he says softly. âAnd if you ever need anything⊠Iâm just a phone call away.. Iâm also right next door.â
With a small smile, he turns to leave, and you watch him disappear into his house, a sense of gratitude filling your heart. As you close the door behind you and lean against it, you realize that while things may still be uncertain, youâre not facing them alone anymore. And for now, thatâs enough.
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Over the next few weeks, life began to settle into a routine, the shock of your sudden return starting to fade into the background. Each day, you found yourself easing back into the rhythm of your old life in ways you hadnât expected. It was strange at first, being in your childhood home again, but soon it began to feel familiarâcomforting, even. The late-night conversations with your mom, your dadâs predictable quips over breakfast, the peaceful quiet of your small neighborhood.
And then, there was Sunghoon.
At first, things between you remained cautious and quiet, both of you still navigating the unfamiliar territory of this new chapter in your lives. But bit by bit, as the days passed, the invisible walls that had sprung up between you began to crumble.
It started small. A casual conversation as you bumped into each other outside, a shared glance when you both found yourselves at the convenience store at the same time. Each interaction felt like a tentative step back toward something you thought was lost.
You had always been able to talk to Sunghoon so easily, and it wasnât long before the old rhythm between you began to resurface. The awkward tension that had once hung over you melted away, replaced by the comfortable ease youâd always shared. Whether it was a quick coffee at the cafĂ© you used to frequent as teenagers, or the impromptu walks around the neighborhood, it felt like the years apart had never happened. The quiet moments spent together became familiar again, and with them came a warmth you hadnât realized you missed.
One afternoon, you were both sitting in the park where you used to spend hours as kids, watching the leaves fall as autumn began to set in. Sunghoon glanced over at you, a small smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.
âRemember when we used to race to see who could swing the highest?â he asked, his tone light but nostalgic.
You laughed, nodding as memories of your childhood flooded back. âYou always won. I swear you had superpowers or something.â
He chuckled softly, his gaze shifting to the old swingset. âI wasnât that fast. You were just slow.â
You nudged him playfully, rolling your eyes. âSays the guy who fell off the monkey bars twice trying to impress Yeji.â
Sunghoon winced dramatically, rubbing the back of his neck as if the memory still stung. âYeah, well⊠not one of my finer moments.â
Moments like these became more frequent. The playful banter, the shared laughs, the easy way you slipped back into each otherâs livesâit all felt natural, as if no time had passed. And with each passing day, the bond between you grew stronger, echoing the closeness you had once shared as children.
Some days, youâd find yourselves sitting on the porch steps of your house, talking until the sun dipped below the horizon. Other days, youâd meet up for late-night snacks at the convenience store, a habit that reminded you of your carefree teenage days.
But it wasnât just about the nostalgia or the familiarity. There was something deeper now, something unspoken but present in the way he looked at you or the way his gaze lingered a little longer than before. It was subtle, but undeniable.
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One evening, as you both sat under the stars in your backyard, Sunghoon turned to you, his expression thoughtful. âItâs weird, isnât it?â he said quietly.
You looked at him, curious. âWhat is?â
He hesitated for a moment, then shrugged lightly. âHow everything changes but somehow stays the same.â
You knew what he meant. The years had changed both of you, but sitting there with him, it felt like you were slipping back into the simplicity of what you had beforeâbefore life got complicated, before youâd left, before everything.
âYeah,â you agreed softly. âBut in a good way.â
He smiled at that, his gaze meeting yours for a brief, charged moment. âIn a good way,â he repeated quietly.
And just like that, the past weeks had brought you closer to him again. It felt like the Sunghoon you knewâyour childhood best friendâwas back in your life, but with something more layered beneath the surface now. The bond you shared had always been special, but as the days passed, you began to realize it wasnât just about the past. It was about the present, about where you were both headed next.
Little by little, it felt like old times, but it also felt like something new was beginning to bloom between you. Something you werenât ready to name yet, but couldnât deny.
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Sunghoon had always been good at hiding his feelings. Through all the years of friendship, he kept his crush buried deep, tucked away in the corners of his heart. It was easier that way. You had always been oblivious to it, lost in your own world of school, dreams, and later, the whirlwind of your life in the U.S. But now, with you back in his life after years apart, those old, buried feelings were starting to resurface, no matter how hard he tried to keep them at bay.
He remembered high school all too well. You were both juniors, sitting together at the school library late into the evening, pretending to study but really just talking about everything and nothing. Heâd watch you as you rambled on about whatever topic had captured your interest that day, completely unaware of the way his gaze would linger on your face, his heart doing that stupid fluttering thing whenever you laughed.
He could still recall one particular moment as clear as day. You had been struggling with an essay, the stress getting to you, and Sunghoon had tried to help. Youâd glanced up at him, frustration in your eyes, and heâd frozen. For a second, he swore his heart had stopped altogether. You were wearing his jacket that day because youâd forgotten yours at home, and he couldnât focus on anything but how right it looked on you. How much he wanted to tell you that you could keep it forever.
But instead, heâd just shrugged, offering a teasing, âMaybe youâre overthinking it. Itâs not a love letter or anything.â
You had thrown your pencil at him, rolling your eyes. âThanks for the help, genius,â youâd muttered with a laugh, completely oblivious to the way his heart had been racing just from sitting so close to you.
And that was how it always was. You, perfectly unaware. Him, painfully aware.
Now, as he spent more time with you, it was like those feelings had never left. Theyâd just been waiting, buried but not forgotten, and the longer you were back, the harder it became to ignore them. He found himself watching you again, the way he had back in high schoolâonly this time, it felt different. You were different. More grown, more guarded, but still the same girl heâd fallen for all those years ago.
The late-night walks, the quiet conversations under the stars, the way you leaned on him like you used toâall of it was stirring something in him. He tried to tell himself it was just nostalgia, that he was just getting caught up in the past, but the truth was, it was more than that.
It was the way you smiled when you caught him off guard, the way your laughter sounded like home, the way you instinctively reached for him whenever you needed comfort. It all felt too familiar, too easy, and too real.
One evening, as you both sat on the porch steps of your house, watching the sunset, Sunghoon glanced at you out of the corner of his eye. You were talking about something from work, your voice soft, but he wasnât really listening. His mind was somewhere elseâstuck on the way you looked in the fading light, like the girl heâd spent all of high school silently pining over.
It hit him then, harder than he expected, that those feelings hadnât gone anywhere. Not really. He had just buried them because heâd thought he had to. But now, sitting here with you again, laughing like you always did, he wondered if maybe those feelings never really had a chance to fade.
âSunghoon?â you asked, breaking him out of his thoughts.
âHuh?â He blinked, trying to focus on what you were saying.
âYou okay?â You tilted your head, giving him that look you always did when you could tell something was off.
âYeah, just spaced out,â he lied, offering a small smile.
You didnât push, but you gave him a soft smile in return, nudging him playfully. âYouâre not very good at pretending to listen.â
He chuckled, shaking his head. âSorry. Iâll do better next time.â
But as you laughed and went on with your story, Sunghoon couldnât stop the thoughts racing through his mind. How long could he keep pretending that nothing had changed? That his heart wasnât pulling him back to the same place it had always been?
It was different now, though. You werenât just the girl heâd fallen for in high school. You were the woman who had been through heartbreak, who had returned home looking for something familiar, something safe. And despite everything, Sunghoon realized that he still wanted to be that for you. He wanted to be the person you turned toânot just as a friend, but maybe something more.
But the question remained, did you see him that way, or would you always just see the boy next door, your childhood best friend?
His feelings had always been intenseâhe knew that much. But what he didnât expect was how overwhelming theyâd become now that you were back in his life. It wasnât just nostalgia or some fleeting crush he could brush off. No, this ran deeper, more complicated than he was willing to admit. Every time he was near you, his heart ached with the weight of everything heâd kept hidden for so long.
And thatâs why he started avoiding you.
It wasnât something he planned, but he couldnât help it. The more time you spent together, the harder it became to act like everything was normal. Like he wasnât on the verge of telling you exactly how he felt, of confessing that these feelings had never gone away. But how could he? Youâd just come out of one of the worst situations imaginable, and Sunghoon knew you needed time to heal. The last thing he wanted was to complicate things with his feelings, especially when you were clearly not ready for it.
So he pulled back.
It started with small thingsâcanceled plans, excuses about being busy with work, avoiding your messages for a little longer than usual. He didnât want to lie to you, but he also couldnât keep pretending that everything was fine. Every time he saw you, he felt like he was standing on the edge of something he wasnât ready for, and he knew you werenât either.
Yeji noticed first.
âYouâve been acting weird,â she said one evening as they grabbed coffee together. She leaned forward, narrowing her eyes at him. âWhatâs going on?â
Sunghoon shrugged, avoiding her gaze as he sipped his drink. âNothing. Just busy.â
Yeji scoffed. âBusy, huh? Is that why youâve been dodging Y/Nâs calls too?â
He flinched at that, his grip tightening on his cup. Of course, Yeji would notice. She was sharp like thatâalways had been.
âYouâre being ridiculous, you know,â she continued, crossing her arms. âSheâs your best friend. She just got back after everything with Daniel, and youâre avoiding her? Whatâs your problem?â
Sunghoon sighed, rubbing a hand over his face. âIâm not avoiding her,â he mumbled, though he knew it wasnât true.
Yeji raised an eyebrow, clearly not buying it. âReally? Because thatâs what it looks like from where Iâm standing.â
He stayed quiet, unsure of how to explain what was going on in his head. How could he possibly tell Yeji the truth when he hadnât even come to terms with it himself?
âLook, I get it,â Yeji said after a moment, her voice softening. âSheâs been through a lot, and maybe you think giving her space is the right thing to do. But Sunghoon, she needs you. You two have always been there for each other. Whatâs really going on?â
Sunghoon glanced up at her, his chest tight with the weight of what he was about to say. âItâs just⊠complicated.â
Yejiâs eyes widened slightly, as if realizing something. âOh my God. You still like her, donât you?â
The words hung in the air between them, heavy and undeniable. Sunghoon didnât answer at first, but the look on his face mustâve said enough because Yeji leaned back in her chair, her expression softening.
âYou never got over her,â she said quietly.
Sunghoon sighed again, feeling like the dam heâd been holding back was starting to crack. âNo,â he admitted, his voice low. âI never did.â
Yeji didnât say anything for a long moment, just watching him with a mixture of sympathy and understanding. Finally, she leaned forward, her tone gentle but firm. âYou know youâre gonna have to deal with this, right? Avoiding her isnât going to make it go away.â
âI know,â he muttered, running a hand through his hair. âBut itâs not that simple. Sheâs been through so much, Yeji. She doesnât need me coming in and messing everything up with how I feel.â
âShe needs her best friend,â Yeji countered. âYouâre not going to mess anything up by being there for her.â
âBut itâs more than that,â Sunghoon said, his voice tight. âI donât just want to be her best friend, Yeji. I want⊠more. And if I tell her that now, when sheâs still dealing with everything from Daniel, what if I make things worse?â
Yeji leaned back, crossing her arms again as she considered his words. âSunghoon,â she said after a beat, her voice gentle but serious, âyouâre not going to ruin anything by being honest with her. But youâre rightâsheâs not ready for something like that right now. So maybe you donât need to tell her everything just yet. But avoiding her? Thatâs not the answer either.â
Sunghoon frowned, knowing she was right but still feeling conflicted. âI just⊠I donât want to hurt her,â he said quietly.
âI know,â Yeji said softly. âBut trust me, youâre hurting her more by pulling away.â
Sunghoon looked down at his hands, feeling the weight of her words settle over him. He didnât want to hurt you, not after everything youâd already been through. But how could he face you when he could barely manage to keep his feelings under control?
âI just need some time,â he said, almost to himself. âTo figure this out.â
Yeji sighed but nodded, though her expression remained concerned. âJust donât take too long. Sheâs going to notice somethingâs off.â
Sunghoon nodded slowly, knowing deep down that Yeji was right. But for now, he wasnât sure what else to do. All he knew was that the feelings he had buried for so long were clawing their way back to the surface, and no matter how much he wanted to, he couldnât ignore them forever.Â
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The next few days felt different. You couldnât quite put your finger on it, but something was off with Sunghoon. He was distantâmore than usual. Whenever you tried to hang out like old times, he found an excuse. Too busy with work, too tired from errands, too anything but here.
At first, you tried to ignore it. Maybe he really was busy. Maybe it was just a phase. After all, coming back had changed a lot, for everyone. But the more it happened, the more unsettled you became. You werenât used to Sunghoon being like this, and you couldnât help but wonder if youâd done something wrong.
The morning after your last attempt to make plans, you found yourself sitting at the kitchen table, picking at breakfast while your mind raced. Your mom was bustling around, wiping the counters and humming softly to herself.
âYou look distracted, honey,â she said, glancing over at you. âEverything okay?â
You forced a smile, nodding. âYeah, just thinking.â
Your mom raised an eyebrow, giving you that knowing look she always did when she didnât quite believe you. âDoes this have anything to do with why Sunghoonâs been acting so strange?â
You blinked, caught off guard. âWhat?â
âCome on, Y/N,â she said, turning to face you with a small smile. âIâve known that boy his whole life. Heâs always been so close to you, but lately, heâs been keeping his distance. Somethingâs bothering him, and I think it might have to do with you.â
Your heart sank at her words, and suddenly, all the little things youâd been trying to ignore came rushing to the surface. You hadnât imagined it. Sunghoon was pulling away.
âI donât know, Mom,â you mumbled, fiddling with the edge of your napkin. âHeâs been busy, I guess.â
âMaybe,â she said thoughtfully, âbut busy doesnât explain why he avoids you whenever you come over. I donât think this is about work.â
You stared down at your plate, your chest tightening. The thought of losing Sunghoonâs presence after everything that had happened made your stomach twist. Heâd always been your rockâthe one person who understood you better than anyone. If he was pulling away, what did that mean?
âIâll talk to him,â you said softly, more to yourself than to your mom.
âGood,â your mom said with a warm smile. âIâm sure itâs nothing a good conversation canât fix.â
But as you made your way upstairs to get ready, you couldnât shake the feeling that it wasnât going to be that simple. Sunghoon wasnât the type to pull away without a reason, and you had a sinking suspicion that whatever was going on, it wasnât something heâd be willing to talk about easily.
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Later that afternoon, you found yourself sitting outside on the porch, staring off into the distance as you tried to make sense of it all. The crisp autumn air brushed against your skin, the quiet neighborhood almost too peaceful for the storm of emotions swirling inside you. The longer you thought about it, the more frustrated you became.
Sunghoon wasnât just distantâhe was avoiding you. And that hurt more than you were willing to admit. Youâd been through so much already, and now it felt like you were losing the one person whoâd always been there for you.
Determined not to let this go on any longer, you decided to confront him. You grabbed your phone, quickly typing out a message.
Hey, are you free to talk?
You stared at the screen, waiting for a reply, your heart pounding in your chest. Minutes passed, and just when you thought he might not respond, your phone buzzed.
Busy today. Maybe another time?
Your frustration flared. You knew he wasnât that busy. This was just another excuse.
Without thinking, you typed back.
Sunghoon, whatâs going on? Youâve been avoiding me for days. Did I do something wrong?
You hit send, your fingers trembling slightly. The silence that followed felt suffocating, each passing second adding to the weight in your chest.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, his reply came.
No, you didnât do anything wrong. Iâm just⊠dealing with some stuff. Iâll explain later.
You frowned at the vague response, feeling even more confused. What kind of âstuffâ was he dealing with that he couldnât even talk to you about it? You started typing another message but stopped, realizing that pushing him wouldnât help. If he wasnât ready to talk, there wasnât much you could do.
But that didnât make the sting of his distance any less painful.
You put your phone down, staring out at the quiet street once more. Sunghoon was hiding somethingâsomething big. And no matter how hard you tried to convince yourself it wasnât your fault, you couldnât shake the feeling that it was connected to you.
For the rest of the day, your mind wouldnât let it go. What could possibly make him pull away like this? You had no idea what was going on with him, but one thing was clear: you needed to get to the bottom of it. Because the longer this went on, the more it felt like you were losing him. And you couldnât bear the thought of that, not nowânot after everything youâd been through.
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The next few days were a blur of half-hearted attempts to distract yourself, but Sunghoonâs distance lingered at the back of your mind. Each time you saw him, whether by chance or at family gatherings, it felt like there was this invisible wall between you two, and it hurt more than you wanted to admit.
He wasnât avoiding you entirely, but something was definitely off. The easy-going conversations you used to have were now strained. He barely looked at you, his responses shorter, and you couldnât help but notice how he always found some reason to leave early.
It was Saturday afternoon when Yeji invited you out for coffee. Sheâd noticed the tension too, but unlike you, she wasnât willing to let it slide.
âSo, you and Sunghoon,â she said as soon as you sat down, not even bothering with small talk. âWhatâs going on?â
You blinked, surprised by her directness. âWhat do you mean?â
Yeji gave you a look, crossing her arms. âYou know exactly what I mean, Y/N. Heâs been acting weird since you got back, and donât even try to tell me you havenât noticed.â
You sighed, staring down at your drink. âI donât know. Iâve tried to talk to him, but he just says heâs dealing with stuff. He wonât tell me whatâs wrong.â
Yeji tilted her head, her eyes narrowing in thought. âYou think itâs about Daniel?â she asks you, trying to allude to something more.
The mention of his name made your chest tighten. âI donât know. Maybe? He was weird even before he knew about Daniel.â
âHmm.â Yeji leaned back in her chair, crossing her arms. âThat boyâs always been complicated, but Iâve never seen him this off with you. Itâs like heâs avoiding somethingâsomething big.â
You frowned, feeling even more lost. âBut what? What could it be? I didnât do anything.â
Yeji tapped her fingers on the table, her gaze thoughtful. âMaybe itâs not about something you did. Maybe itâs something heâs dealing with.â
You shook your head. âHe wonât talk to me about it. He just keeps saying heâs busy, but itâs more than that. I can feel it.â
âOf course itâs more than that,â Yeji said, her voice firm. âSunghoonâs always been a terrible liar. Heâs hiding something, and my guess? It has something to do with how he feels about you.â
You blinked, staring at her in confusion. âWhat? What do you mean?â
Yeji sighed, giving you a soft smile. âCome on, Y/N. You really think heâs just your childhood best friend? That boy has been in love with you since high school.â
Your stomach dropped at her words. âNo, he hasnât,â you said quickly, shaking your head. âWeâre just friends. Heâs neverââ
âHeâs never told you,â Yeji finished for you, her tone gentle but serious. âBut trust me, itâs been there. Heâs always liked you, but he never acted on it because he didnât want to ruin what you two had. And now, with everything youâve been through, heâs probably even more scared of saying something.â
You stared at her, stunned into silence. The idea of Sunghoon having feelings for youâreal feelingsâhad never crossed your mind. Sure, youâd always been close, but heâd never given you any reason to think it was more than that. Right?
Yeji sighed, reaching across the table to pat your hand. âLook, Iâm not saying you have to do anything about it. But you need to talk to him. Heâs avoiding you because he doesnât know how to handle what heâs feeling. And im truly so sick of him moping around like a puppy.
You swallowed hard, your mind racing. Was it true? Had Sunghoon really been hiding his feelings all this time? And if he had, what did that mean for you? You couldnât even begin to process the possibility, not after everything that had happened with Daniel. You werenât ready for thisâcouldnât be.
âI donât know,â you mumbled, feeling overwhelmed. âI donât even know if Iâm ready to talk about it.â
Yeji gave you a sympathetic smile. âI get it. But Sunghoon is your best friend, and if you donât at least clear the air, this is just going to keep getting worse. Whatever happens, you both deserve to be honest with each other.â
You nodded slowly, knowing deep down that she was right. Avoiding the situation wasnât helping anyone. If Sunghoon was really struggling with his feelings, the least you could do was try to talk to him about it. But even as you told yourself that, a knot of anxiety settled in your chest.
Because if Sunghoon really had feelings for you, this was going to change everything. And after everything youâd already been through, you werenât sure if you were ready for more change.
But one thing was clear: something had to give. You couldnât keep pretending like everything was normal when it so clearly wasnât.
âIâll talk to him,â you finally said, your voice quiet but determined.
Yeji smiled, squeezing your hand. âGood. Youâll figure it out.â
But as you sat there, sipping your coffee and trying to keep your thoughts from spiraling, you couldnât shake the feeling that things were about to get a lot more complicated.
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That night, you found yourself staring at your phone, Sunghoonâs contact pulled up, your thumb hovering over the call button. The weight of Yejiâs words hung heavy in your mindâheâs always liked youâand the longer you thought about it, the more restless you became.
What if it was true? What if Sunghoon had been hiding his feelings all this time? The idea seemed impossible, but then again, youâd never imagined him pulling away like this either.
With a frustrated sigh, you locked your phone and tossed it onto the bed, running your hands through your hair. You couldnât just call him out of the blue. It had to be face-to-face. You had to know for sure, but the thought of confronting him sent a surge of anxiety through your chest. What would you even say?
Unable to stand the suffocating silence of your room, you grabbed your jacket and slipped out of the house, your feet carrying you in a familiar direction. The night air was cool against your skin as you headed toward the parkâthe same park where you, Sunghoon, and Yeji had spent countless afternoons as kids.
It was quiet when you arrived, the swing set creaking gently in the breeze. You hesitated for a moment before sitting down on one of the swings, the chains groaning under your weight as you gently kicked at the dirt beneath your feet. Memories of your childhood came flooding backâthe three of you racing to the swings, fighting over who could go higher, laughing until your sides hurt.
And then, Sunghoonâs face flashed in your mindâhis shy smile, his teasing words, the way heâd always looked out for you, even when you didnât realize it. Could Yeji really be right? Had he been feeling this way for years?
You were so lost in thought that you didnât hear the footsteps approaching until someone sat down on the swing next to you. You looked up, startled, only to see Sunghoon, his expression unreadable as he stared ahead.
For a moment, neither of you spoke, the silence between you heavy and awkward. You werenât sure whether to be relieved or more anxious that heâd found you here.
âI didnât think youâd be out this late,â Sunghoon finally said, his voice quiet.
âI couldnât sleep,â you replied, your fingers curling around the swingâs chain. âNeeded some air.â
He nodded, his gaze still fixed on the horizon. âMe too.â
You wanted to ask himâneeded toâbut the words felt stuck in your throat. Instead, you sat there, side by side in silence, the tension between you growing thicker with each passing second.
Finally, you couldnât take it anymore. âSunghoon, whatâs going on?â you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.
He didnât answer right away. His jaw clenched, his hands gripping the chains of his swing tightly. When he finally spoke, his voice was low, almost strained. âIâve been trying to figure that out myself.â
Your heart skipped a beat at the cryptic response. âIs it me?â you asked, turning to face him fully. âDid I do something wrong?â
His eyes snapped to yours, wide and alarmed. âNo, Y/N, you didnât do anything wrong.â
âThen why are you avoiding me?â you pressed, frustration bubbling to the surface. âYouâve been acting so strange ever since I came back. I donât get it.â
Sunghoon sighed, his gaze dropping to the ground as he raked a hand through his hair. âItâs not that simple.â
âThen explain it to me,â you said, your voice soft but pleading. âPlease, Sunghoon. I donât want to lose you.â
His expression tightened at your words, and for a long moment, he didnât say anything. You could see the internal battle playing out behind his eyes, the conflict heâd been hiding so well suddenly visible. When he finally spoke, his voice was raw, vulnerable in a way youâd never heard before.
âI donât want to hurt you, Y/N.â
His words hung heavy in the air, and your heart clenched in your chest. âYouâre not hurting me. Youâre my best friend, Sunghoon. Whatever it is, we can get through it.â
He let out a bitter laugh, shaking his head. âThatâs the problem. I donât know if we can.â
You frowned, confusion swirling in your mind. âWhat do you mean?â
Sunghoonâs eyes met yours, and for the first time, you saw the weight of everything heâd been holding back. His next words came out in a rush, as if heâd been holding them in for far too long.
âIâve always liked you, Y/N. More than just a friend. Since high school, maybe even before then. But I never told you because⊠because I didnât want to mess things up. And then you left, and I thought Iâd gotten over it. But now that youâre backâŠâ He trailed off, his voice catching in his throat. âItâs like all those feelings just came rushing back, and I donât know what to do with them. I canât act on them, not after everything youâve been through with Daniel. Itâs not fair to you.â
Your heart pounded in your chest, Sunghoonâs confession hanging in the air between you like a fragile thread. Youâd always thought of him as your best friend, the one constant in your life that had never changed. But now⊠now everything was different.
âSunghoonâŠâ you whispered, at a loss for words.
âIâm sorry,â he said quickly, standing up from the swing as if he couldnât bear to stay any longer. âI shouldnât have said anything. Iâllââ
âNo,â you said, cutting him off, standing up too. âDonât run away. Not again.â
He looked at you, his expression torn, and for a moment, you saw the vulnerability in his eyesâthe fear of rejection, the fear of losing you completely. You took a deep breath, trying to steady your racing heart.
âSunghoon, I⊠I donât know what to say,â you admitted, your voice trembling. âI never knew you felt that way.â
âI didnât want you to know,â he said quietly. âBut now⊠now I canât hide it anymore.â
The silence between you was deafening, the weight of his confession settling heavily on your shoulders. You didnât know how to respond, not after everything youâd been through. But one thing was certain: nothing between you and Sunghoon would ever be the same again.
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The days that followed felt surreal. Sunghoonâs confession lingered in your mind like a persistent echo, one that you couldnât quite shake off. Every time you replayed his words, your chest tightened, and your thoughts spiraled into confusion. You didnât know how to feelâabout him, about your past, or even about yourself. You spent so many years thinking of Sunghoon as your constant, your rock, your best friend, and now all of that felt uncertain.
Sunghoon avoided you even more than before, making sure he was never in the same place as you for too long. At first, you gave him space, understanding that things were complicated. But the distance started to gnaw at you. Heâd always been the one person you could rely on, and now, when you needed him most, he was pulling away.
It was Yeji who finally brought it up, sitting across from you at the café as she studied your downcast expression.
âYou look like youâve been hit by a truck,â she said bluntly, sipping her iced coffee.
You sighed, pushing your own drink around the table without taking a sip. âIâm fine.â
âYouâre not,â she said flatly. âAnd let me guess, it has something to do with Sunghoon?â
You didnât answer right away, but the slight flicker in your eyes was enough for Yeji to know she was right. She groaned, leaning forward.
âI swear, if you two donât figure this out, Iâm going to lock you in a room until you do.â
You managed a weak smile at her joke, but it faded quickly. âItâs complicated, Yeji.â
âEverything is complicated with you two. But the longer you let this sit, the worse itâs going to get.â
âI donât even know what to say to him,â you admitted, sinking into your seat. âHe told me how he feels, but⊠Iâm not ready for that. I donât know if Iâll ever be.â
Yeji studied you carefully, her expression softening. âYouâve been through a lot with Daniel. No one expects you to be ready for something like this. But Sunghoon is⊠well, heâs not Daniel. You know heâd never hurt you.â
Your throat tightened at her words. âThatâs what makes it worse. I donât want to hurt him either.â
âYou wonât,â Yeji said confidently. âNot if youâre honest with him. He knows what youâve been through, and heâll understand. But avoiding each other like this isnât helping anyone.â
You rubbed your temples, feeling the weight of it all pressing down on you. âI donât know, Yeji. Itâs just⊠too much.â
She reached across the table, placing her hand on top of yours. âTake it one step at a time. Sunghoonâs not going anywhere. He just needs to know where you stand.â
You nodded, knowing deep down that she was right. The tension between you and Sunghoon had become unbearable, and if you didnât talk to him soon, it would only get worse.
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Later that evening, you found yourself standing in front of Sunghoonâs house, your heart racing. You hadnât planned to come here, but your feet had carried you here almost on instinct. His confession had thrown everything into chaos, and you needed to clear the air, for both your sakes.
You took a deep breath before knocking on the door. The wait felt excruciatingly long, but finally, the door opened to reveal Sunghoon, his expression shifting from surprise to something more guarded.
âY/N,â he said, his voice hesitant. âWhat are you doing here?â
âI needed to talk to you,â you replied, trying to steady your voice. âCan we?â
He looked uncertain for a moment, but eventually, he stepped aside, letting you in. You followed him to the living room, the air between you heavy with unspoken words.
Sunghoon stood by the window, his hands stuffed into his pockets, avoiding your gaze. âWhat is it?â
You took a seat on the couch, feeling your pulse quicken. âAbout what you told me the other nightâŠâ
He tensed, his shoulders stiffening. âYou donât have to say anything. I get it.â
âNo,â you interrupted, your voice firmer than you intended. âYou donât get it. You canât just drop something like that on me and then disappear, Sunghoon. Weâve been friends for years. I deserve to know whatâs going on with you.â
Sunghoon sighed, finally turning to face you. âI was trying to give you space. I didnât want to make things harder for you after everything with Daniel.â
âI appreciate that,â you said, your voice softening. âBut shutting me out isnât helping either of us.â
There was a long pause as Sunghoon ran a hand through his hair, clearly struggling with his own emotions. âI didnât know what else to do, Y/N. Iâve been holding this in for so long, and now that itâs out, I donât know how to act around you.â
âYou donât have to act any differently,â you said quietly. âBut you also canât avoid me forever.â
Sunghoon stared at you, a conflicted look in his eyes. âI just⊠I donât want to make things worse. I know youâre not ready for⊠anything like this, and Iâm not going to push you. But itâs hard, Y/N. Itâs hard being around you and pretending like everything is the same when Iâve been feeling this way for so long.â
You looked down, your heart heavy with guilt. âI donât want to lose you, Sunghoon. Youâre one of the most important people in my life, and I canât imagine things without you. But Iâm not ready for more, not after everything that happened.â
âI know,â Sunghoon said softly, his expression pained. âAnd Iâll wait. Iâll always wait for you, Y/N. But that doesnât make it any easier.â
The vulnerability in his voice hit you hard, and for the first time, you saw just how deep his feelings ran. He wasnât asking for anything from youâhe was just being honest, and it was tearing him apart. You took a shaky breath, feeling the weight of it all crashing down on you.
âIâm sorry, Sunghoon,â you whispered, your voice breaking. âI wish things were different.â
He shook his head, stepping closer to you. âDonât be sorry. Itâs not your fault. I just⊠I just needed you to know.â
The silence stretched between you, both of you caught in the painful reality of the situation. Neither of you knew what the future held, but for now, all you could do was take it one step at a time.
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The days passed in an uneasy quiet, the tension between you and Sunghoon lingering like an unspoken secret. He no longer avoided you as much, but the once easy-going banter you shared felt stilted, weighed down by everything unsaid. You couldnât stop thinking about his confession. It felt like a constant reminder of how complicated everything had become. No matter how much you tried to focus on anything else, Sunghoonâs words echoed in your mind, making it impossible to pretend like things were back to normal.
One evening, as you sat in your room, you heard a knock on the door. Your mom poked her head in, smiling warmly.
âDinnerâs ready, sweetheart,â she said, her eyes soft with concern. âYou okay?â
You plastered on a smile, nodding. âYeah, just lost in thought.â
She gave you a knowing look. âYouâve been doing a lot of that lately. Is everything okay between you and Sunghoon?â
Your heart skipped a beat. âWhy do you ask?â
âYou two have always been inseparable, but things seem⊠different now. You can talk to me, you know.â
You bit your lip, unsure of how much to say. You hadnât told your parents anything about Sunghoonâs confession, and you werenât sure you could without making things more complicated. âItâs nothing, Mom. Weâre fine. Just adjusting, I guess.â
She raised an eyebrow but didnât push further. âAlright, but you know weâre here for you. If you need to talk about anythingâabout Sunghoon or anything elseâyou can always come to us.â
You nodded, feeling the weight of her words settle over you. She meant well, but the last thing you wanted was to burden your parents with the tangled mess of your emotions.
After dinner, you found yourself wandering outside, needing fresh air to clear your head. Without thinking, you walked down the familiar path to the park, your steps slow and deliberate. The quiet of the evening felt comforting, a stark contrast to the storm of thoughts swirling inside you. You found your way back to the swings, sitting down as you often did when you needed to think.
As you rocked gently back and forth, your mind drifted back to high school. Back to the carefree days when things between you, Sunghoon, and Yeji had been simple. The memories were vividâlate nights studying together, hanging out at the park after school, and how Sunghoon had always been there, a steady presence by your side. Back then, youâd never questioned his loyalty, never thought twice about the way he always seemed to put you first. But now, looking back, you wondered how you hadnât noticed the way he looked at you, the quiet way his feelings had been growing all along.
You remembered one particular moment, just before you left for the U.S. Sunghoon had walked you home after a late study session, the two of you chatting about nothing in particular. It had been a chilly night, and heâd offered you his jacket without hesitation. Youâd laughed, teased him for being too polite, but his expression had been serious, almost sad. At the time, you hadnât thought much of it, chalking it up to the fact that youâd be leaving soon. But now, in hindsight, you realized it had been more than that. Sunghoon had been struggling with his feelings, even back then, and youâd been completely oblivious.
A pang of guilt hit you as you thought about how long he mustâve held everything inside, how hard it mustâve been for him to see you leave, knowing you didnât feel the same way. And now, after everything that had happened with Daniel, Sunghoon was still there, waiting for you in the background, even though you couldnât give him what he wanted.
âWhy does everything have to be so complicated?â you muttered to yourself, staring up at the darkening sky.
Just as you were about to lose yourself in more memories, you heard footsteps approaching from behind. You didnât have to turn around to know who it was. Sunghoon.
âYouâre here again,â he said, his voice quiet but familiar as he sat on the swing next to you.
âI needed to think,â you replied softly, your eyes still focused on the ground. âThis place⊠it helps.â
Sunghoon nodded, his gaze drifting up toward the sky. âYeah. Itâs always been like that, hasnât it?â
A comfortable silence fell between you, though it was laced with the tension of everything unsaid. For a moment, it felt like old timesâjust the two of you, sitting together in quiet understanding. But you knew things were different now, no matter how much you wanted to pretend otherwise.
Finally, you broke the silence, your voice tentative. âSunghoon⊠I know things have been weird lately. And I hate it.â
He didnât respond right away, but you could feel the weight of his gaze on you. âI know.â
âI justââ You hesitated, trying to find the right words. âI donât want to lose you. I donât want things to be like this between us.â
Sunghoon sighed, running a hand through his hair. âI donât want that either, Y/N. But I donât know how to make it less weird. I canât just forget what I said.â
âIâm not asking you to,â you said quickly. âBut maybe we can figure this out. I need you, Sunghoon. I donât know what Iâd do without you.â
He looked at you, his expression conflicted. âI need you too. But thatâs the problem.â
Your heart clenched at his words. You could see the struggle in his eyesâthe fight between his feelings for you and his desire to protect you from more pain. It wasnât fair to him, and you knew it. But you didnât know how to fix it, how to make things go back to the way they were.
âIâm sorry,â you whispered, the guilt heavy in your chest.
Sunghoon shook his head, his voice soft but firm. âDonât be. Itâs not your fault. None of this is.â
You sat there in silence, the distance between you feeling both vast and fragile. There was so much you wanted to say, so much you needed to figure out. But for now, all you could do was sit side by side, both of you trying to navigate the complicated mess of feelings that had always been there, just beneath the surface.
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Weeks passed, and the uneasy tension that once lingered between you and Sunghoon gradually began to fade. Little by little, things started to feel like they were falling back into place, though not quite the same as before. The awkward silences became comfortable again, and the shared moments between you started to carry a different weight.
You found yourself paying closer attention to him in ways you never had before. The small gesturesâhow heâd bring you coffee without asking, or how heâd go out of his way to make sure you were comfortableâbegan to take on a deeper meaning. Sunghoon wasnât just being your best friend; he was being your support, your constant, the one person who had always been there for you, even when you didnât realize how much you needed him.
It was in those moments that your feelings began to shift. At first, you tried to brush them off, telling yourself it was just gratitude, that you were still recovering from everything with Daniel. But the more time you spent with Sunghoon, the harder it became to ignore the warmth that bloomed in your chest every time he smiled at you, or the way your heart raced whenever your hands accidentally brushed.
One evening, the two of you sat in your backyard, a quiet evening settling in around you. Sunghoon had insisted on helping your father with a project earlier, and afterward, he stayed for dinner, as he often did. Now, the two of you were sitting on the porch, the cool breeze gently rustling the leaves above you.
Sunghoon leaned back, his eyes drifting to the sky. âYouâve been quiet tonight,â he said softly, glancing at you. âEverything okay?â
You smiled at the concern in his voice, feeling that familiar warmth spread through you again. âYeah, Iâm just⊠thinking.â
He turned slightly to face you, raising an eyebrow. âAbout what?â
You hesitated, unsure how to put your feelings into words. You werenât ready to say everything out loud yet, but you couldnât shake the overwhelming sense of gratitude and admiration you felt for him. âJust about how things have changed⊠and how much youâve been there for me.â
Sunghoonâs gaze softened, and he shrugged casually, though you could see a flicker of something deeper in his eyes. âThatâs what friends do, right?â
You nodded, but the word âfriendsâ felt wrong now. There was something more between you, something that had been growing quietly in the background, and it was starting to become impossible to deny. You werenât sure when it had happened, or maybe it had always been there, buried beneath the surface. But what you did know was that Sunghoon wasnât just your friend anymore.
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More time passed and you found yourself seeking him out more, spending more time with him than anyone else. You began to crave his company, his quiet strength, and the way he seemed to understand you without needing to ask. And it wasnât just the grand gestures that made your heart flutterâit was the small things. The way he always checked if you were okay, how he listened when you talked, really listened, and how heâd make sure you werenât alone whenever you seemed down.
It was these little acts of kindness, the quiet care he showed you, that made your feelings for him grow into something undeniable.
One evening, the two of you found yourselves at the park again, sitting on the swings like you used to as kids. The sky was a deep shade of pink and orange, the sun setting in the distance. Sunghoon was talking about somethingâwork, maybeâbut you werenât really listening. Instead, you were focused on him, on the way his hair fell into his eyes, the way his voice softened when he talked to you.
You realized, suddenly and overwhelmingly, that you cared for him in a way you hadnât cared for anyone else. It wasnât just that Sunghoon had been there for you, but the way he had always, quietly and without expectation, supported you, no matter what. He didnât ask for anything in return, didnât push you for answers or confessions. He just⊠cared.
And thatâs when you knew. You had feelings for Sunghoon. They had been there all along, waiting for you to realize it.
Sunghoon must have noticed the look on your face because he stopped mid-sentence, turning to you with a curious expression. âWhat is it?â
You blinked, startled out of your thoughts. âWhat?â
âYouâre staring at me,â he said, a hint of amusement in his voice.
You felt your cheeks heat up, quickly looking away. âI wasnât.â
He laughed softly, but didnât push further. Instead, he leaned back on the swing, the smile fading as a comfortable silence settled between you. You wanted to say something, to tell him what was on your mind, but the words wouldnât come. Not yet.
For now, you were content just being here with him, the weight of your growing feelings a secret you werenât quite ready to share. But you knew, deep down, that it wouldnât be long before those feelings couldnât be hidden any longer.
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It was a cozy Friday evening, and the house felt unusually quiet. Your parents and Sunghoonâs parents had decided to take a weekend trip together, leaving the two of you alone for the night. You had taken advantage of the opportunity to host a movie night, and the living room was filled with the inviting smell of popcorn and the soft glow of fairy lights strung around the room.
You settled onto the couch, a soft blanket draped over your legs, while Sunghoon reclined next to you, the space between you filled with a warm tension. The movie played in the background, but you found it hard to focus on the screen. Instead, your gaze kept drifting to himâthe way the light danced in his hair, the casual way he laughed at the jokes, and the ease of his presence next to you.
As the minutes turned into hours, you felt the atmosphere shift. Each time you glanced at him, your heart raced a little more. You couldnât ignore the way your feelings for him had transformed over the last few weeks, the moments you had shared sparking something deeper than friendship.
Finally, during a quieter moment in the movie, you turned to him, heart pounding. âSunghoon,â you said softly, your voice barely above a whisper. He turned his head, eyebrows raised in curiosity, his expression inviting you to continue.
You hesitated for a moment, unsure if you should voice what had been on your mind for so long. But the warmth of his gaze, the way he was looking at you, made the decision feel inevitable. âI need to tell you something,â you began, feeling your heart race.
He tilted his head slightly, encouraging you. âWhat is it?â
You took a deep breath, trying to steady your nerves. âIâve been thinking a lot about us⊠and how I feel about you.â Your voice trembled slightly as you spoke, but you pressed on. âWhen I came back to Korea, everything felt so chaotic. But you⊠you were there for me in a way I didnât expect. And the more time we spend together, the more I realize that I care about you, Sunghoon. A lot.â
His eyes widened slightly, surprise flickering across his face. âY/N, Iââ
Before he could respond, you continued, your heart pounding in your chest. âI know Iâve been through a lot, and I donât want to rush anything. But I canât pretend anymore. I have feelings for youâfeelings that go beyond friendship. I want to explore this⊠whatever this is between us.â
A moment of silence stretched between you, filled with the weight of your confession. You could see the shock in his expression slowly melting into something softer, something hopeful.
âIâve wanted to hear you say that,â he finally said, his voice low and sincere. âI care about you too, Y/N. Iâve felt this way for a long time, but I didnât know if youâd feel the same after everything thatâs happened.â
Your heart soared at his words, relief flooding through you. âReally?â you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.
He nodded, a small smile spreading across his lips. âReally.â
In that moment, everything else faded away. You felt a magnetic pull between you, drawing you closer together. Without thinking, you leaned in, your heart racing as you closed the space between you.
Sunghoon met you halfway, his lips brushing against yours with a gentle hesitance that quickly melted into a deeper kiss. It was electricâfilled with all the unspoken emotions you had both held back for so long. The world outside your living room ceased to exist, leaving only the warmth of his body and the rhythm of your hearts.
You melted into him, feeling the softness of the couch beneath you as he deepened the kiss, hands finding their way to your waist, pulling you closer. You could feel the heat radiating between you, igniting something passionate and alive that you hadnât anticipated.
You  moaned softly into Sunghoon's mouth, the sound fueling his desire even further. Breaking the kiss for air, you stared into each other's eyes, both breathless and flushed. "Your room," Sunghoon whispered hoarsely. "Let's go to your room."
Hand in hand, you made your way to your childhood bedroom, a space that held countless memories of your friendship. The room was a sanctuary, adorned with pictures and trinkets from your shared adventures. Sunghoon closed the door behind you, sealing your private world from the outside.
You leaned against the door, heart racing as he approached her. He gently cupped your face, his thumbs brushing against your soft cheeks. "I've dreamed of this moment for so long," he murmured, his voice husky with desire.Your lips met again, this time with a hunger that burned through your restraint. Sunghoon's hands roamed over your body, exploring the curves and contours of your hips and waist. His fingers played with the hem of your tshirt, as if he was silently asking permission to take it off of you. You nod, his hands wasting no time in peeking the fabric to reveal the lacy black bra you wore beneath.Â
Your breath caught in your throat as his fingertips traced the delicate lace, sending shivers down her spine.
With deft fingers, Sunghoon unhooked your bra, freeing your breasts. You gasp at the cold air that suddenly hits you. He gazed at them with reverence, his eyes dark with desire. Leaning down, he took one nipple into his mouth, suckling gently while his thumb teased the other.  You arch your back at the sensation, moaning softly as waves of pleasure rippled through you.
"You're so beautiful, Y/N," Sunghoon whispered against you skin. "I want to make you feel so good."
Feeling a sudden burst of eagerness, your hands found their way to Sunghoon's belt, unbuckling it with trembling fingers. You undid his jeans and slid your hand inside, wrapping your fingers around his hardening cock through his boxers. Sunghoon gasped, his breath hot against your neck, placing a small, wet kiss there as you began to stroke him. âS-shit baby.â
You slip your hand out, guiding Sunghoon towards your bed, you pushed him gently onto the mattress, positions now reversed. You straddled his waist, grinding your hips against his, feeling his erection press against your clothed cunt. His hands roamed over your thighs, inching upwards, exploring the soft skin beneath her shorts that had been driving him insane since the moment he stepped foot inside your house.Â
With a gentle tug, you lifted your hips as he removed your shorts as well as the cute black panties that matched your bra, revealing your bare pussy, glistening with desire. Sunghoon's eyes darkened further as he took in the sight, his breath coming in short gasps. "You're so wet, Y/N. want to taste you so bad."
âlater, you say as you slide down his body, positioning yourself between his legs. You leaned forward, your long hair cascading over your shoulders, as you began to kiss and lick the length of his shaft. Sunghoon groaned, his hands gripping the bedsheets as you took him deep into your mouth, tongue swirling around the head of his cock. âFeels so good babyâ
Sunghoon couldn't hold back any longer. He sat up, positioning you on the bed, and parted your thighs with gentle kisses. His tongue traced the outer folds of your pussy, teasing your sensitive skin. You squirmed with pleasure,  hips bucking against his face as he found your clit and began to suckle it with relentless passion.
"Oh, Sunghoon!" you cried out,  voice hoarse with desire. "Fuck don't stop, please!"
Sunghoon continued his relentless assault on your clit, sending you spiraling towards an intense orgasm âtastes so fucking good, all wet just for me.â Your body trembled,  crying out his name as waves of pleasure washed over you. Sunghoon didn't let up, continuing to lick and suck until you were a quivering mess, your body drenched in sweat and satisfaction.
After a few moments to recover, you reached for Sunghoon, pulling him up to kiss him in a more hungry kiss. You could taste yourself on his lips, and it drove you wild with desire all over again. "I want you inside me," you whispered between kisses. "Now."
Sunghoon needed no further encouragement. He positioned himself at your entrance, his cock throbbing with anticipation. With one smooth thrust, he filled you completely, eliciting a gasp from your parted lips. you moved in perfect harmony, your bodies slick with sweat as ge fucked you with raw, unbridled passion.
"Harder, baby" you pleaded, nails digging into his shoulders. "fuck me harder.â Sunghoon obliged, pounding into you with abandon, his hips slamming against yours.Â
The headboard banged against the wall, marking the rhythm of your frantic coupling. your cries filled the room as you rode the waves of pleasure,  orgasm building to an intense crescendo.
âFuck baby your pussys clenching so hard around my cock, im so fucking close.â You could feel his thrusts becoming sloppier, your own orgasm approaching just a quick. âgonna c-cum hoonie.â He couldn't hold back any longer. With a final, powerful thrust, he came deep inside you, his hot cum painting your walls white.Â
He collapsed onto the bed, bodies entwined, both breathing heavily as the aftershocks of pleasure rippled through each of you. âIf I wouldâve known youâd fuck me that good maybe I wouldâve given you a chance much earlier.â You tell him out of breath, eliciting a chuckle from him.Â
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The soft morning light streamed through the curtains, casting a gentle glow in your room. You stirred awake, feeling warmth enveloping you. Sunghoon was nestled beside you, his arm draped protectively around your waist, holding you close. The memory of the night before flooded your mindâthe kiss, the confessions, and the spark of something beautiful igniting between you.
You smiled to yourself, feeling a sense of contentment that you hadnât experienced in a long time. But as you settled deeper into his embrace, a sudden noise from downstairs jolted you from your blissful reverie.
âY/N, I think your parents are back,â Sunghoon murmured sleepily, rubbing his eyes as he became more alert.
Your heart raced as the reality of the situation hit you. âOh fuck, Theyâre not supposed to be back yetâ you whispered, panic rising in your chest.
Sunghoonâs eyes widened, and he immediately sat up, glancing around the room. âWe need to hurryâ
You both scrambled to untangle yourselves from the sheets, adrenaline coursing through you. As you hopped out of bed, you glanced at each other, both of you laughing nervously at the chaotic situation. There was an unspoken agreementâyou needed to act casual, like nothing unusual had happened.
âOkay, you get dressed first,â you said, tossing him a T-shirt and a pair of sweatpants that had been strewn on the floor. âIâll throw on something too.â
You quickly changed into a comfy hoodie and leggings, your heart still racing as you heard your parentsâ voices growing louder downstairs. The last thing you wanted was for them to walk in on you two after the night you just shared.
âAre you ready?â Sunghoon asked, his hair slightly tousled as he pulled on the T-shirt. He looked adorable, and it took everything in you not to linger on how cute he was at that moment.
âAlmost!â you replied, giving your reflection a quick check in the mirror before moving to the door. âLetâs go!â
You both rushed down the stairs, trying to make as little noise as possible, your hearts pounding in your chests. As you reached the bottom step, you could hear your parents chatting in the kitchen, their voices bright and cheerful.
âY/N, are you home?â your mom called out just as you and Sunghoon entered the living room, trying to appear nonchalant.
âYeah, Mom! Just hanging out!â you replied, forcing a casual tone, hoping it didnât sound too forced.
You glanced over at Sunghoon, who was giving you a small, reassuring smile, but you could see the nervousness in his eyes. You both moved into the kitchen, where your parents were unpacking bags, completely oblivious to the whirlwind of emotions that had just taken place in your room.
âHey, Sunghoon! youâre here,â your dad said, giving him a friendly nod. âDid you keep Y/N entertained while we were gone?â
âOf course!â Sunghoon replied, a little too quickly, his eyes darting to you for a brief moment. âWe had a fun movie night.â
You nodded enthusiastically, trying to match his energy. âYeah, just a normal hangout. Nothing out of the ordinary,â you added, unable to hide the hint of a nervous laugh.
Your mom chuckled, giving you both a knowing look. âYou two have always been inseparable. Iâm glad youâre spending time together.â
You felt your cheeks flush, and you shot Sunghoon a sidelong glance. He was trying hard not to smile, and it was contagious.
âDid you enjoy the trip?â you asked, hoping to shift the conversation away from the night before.
Your parents launched into stories about their travels, and as you listened, you couldnât help but sneak glances at Sunghoon. He caught your eye, and you both exchanged a small smile that felt electric, reminding you of the connection you had just started to explore.
As breakfast was prepared, the atmosphere felt relaxed and easy, but your heart raced at the thought of your parents unknowingly interrupting something that had felt so significant. You couldnât help but feel giddy about the night you had shared, and the prospect of what lay ahead for you and Sunghoon, even as the morning unfolded like any other day.
After breakfast, your parents retreated to the living room to relax, leaving you and Sunghoon to clean up the kitchen. The atmosphere felt light, almost like the calm before a storm as you both exchanged playful banter, your earlier connection still fresh in your minds.
Later that afternoon, you heard a familiar voice ring out from the front door. âY/N! Iâm here!â Yeji called as she burst into the house, her energy immediately filling the space.
You couldnât help but smile, excitement bubbling up at the sight of your childhood best friend. âYeji! Youâre back!â you exclaimed, rushing to greet her with a hug.
As you pulled away, she looked at you intently, her gaze sweeping over you from head to toe. âYouâre glowing,  Whatâs going on with you?â she asked, a teasing lilt in her voice.
Your cheeks flushed slightly, and you tried to play it cool. âWhat are you talking about?â you said, attempting to sound nonchalant, but you felt a giddy warmth spread through you.
âOh, come onâ Yeji pressed, her eyes sparkling with curiosity. âYou look so happy. Are you and sunghoon fianlly together?â
You felt your heart race at the thought. âItâs⊠complicated,â you said, a shy smile creeping onto your face as you remembered the kiss, the way he made you feel, and the warmth that had lingered long after. âWeâre just figuring things out.â
âJust figuring things out?â Yeji exclaimed, her voice rising in disbelief. âY/N, youâre practically radiating happiness, That sounds like a classic âweâre togetherâ situation to me now spill bitch.â
You laughed, unable to suppress the joy bubbling inside you. âI promise, itâs nothing like that! Weâre just friends hanging outâwell, more than friends, but still⊠you know.â You were stumbling over your words, and you could feel the warmth of your blush creeping down your neck.
Yejiâs eyes widened, her expression a mix of disbelief and excitement. âOh my god, did you fuck?â she pressed, bouncing slightly on her heels, clearly thrilled at the prospect.
You donât say anything, except you give her a knowing look that told her everything she needs to know.Â
Yejiâs smile grew wider, her excitement infectious. âFucking finally. I thought you idiots would never figure it outâ She grabbed your shoulders, her eyes gleaming. âYou have to tell me everything.â
Just then, Sunghoon appeared in the doorway, glancing between the two of you, a bemused smile on his face. âWhatâs going on in here?â he asked, leaning against the doorframe with an amused expression.
Yeji turned to him, her eyes sparkling with mischief. âOh, just catching up on the latest drama. Y/N and I were just talking about how sheâs glowing andââ
You quickly interjected, feeling the heat rise in your cheeks. âWe were just talking about⊠uh, my skincare routine!â
Sunghoon raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing at the corners of his lips. âYour skincare routine, huh? Sounds fascinating.â
âShut up,â you shot back playfully, laughter spilling out. But deep down, you felt a thrill at the thought of your feelings for him becoming more public, shared between friends.
Yeji wiggled her eyebrows suggestively, a teasing smile on her face.
You rolled your eyes, but you couldnât help the smile that spread across your face. As Sunghoon joined the conversation, you felt a warmth in your heart, realizing how much you had missed thisâhow much you had missed him.
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You and Sunghoon settled into a rhythm of secrecy and excitement. Every stolen moment felt like a thrilling adventure, each shared smile charged with an energy that left you both breathless. You spent evenings hanging out at parks, grabbing snacks at your favorite convenience store, and reliving old memories. But as your bond deepened, so did the intensity of your feelings.
You both agreed to keep things under wraps for a little while longer, wanting to navigate this new chapter without the pressure of parental expectations looming over you. But sneaking around only added to the thrill, and soon, it became second nature.
One Friday evening, you decided to go on a real date. After all, you had managed to keep things low-key, but you were ready to enjoy being together without the pressure of hiding. You picked a charming little café downtown, a spot you both loved, and as the sun began to set, the place glowed with a warm, inviting ambiance.
You shared a dessert and exchanged playful banter, the world outside fading away. Sunghoonâs laughter felt like music, and each lingering glance seemed to whisper promises of something beautiful. The night was perfectâuntil it was time to go home.
As you walked down the quiet street, the cool night air wrapping around you, you felt a surge of affection. You turned to Sunghoon, smiling softly, and without thinking, you pulled him into a warm embrace. It felt so right, being close to him, your heart racing at the proximity.
But just as you pulled away, a familiar voice broke the silence. âWell, well, well. What do we have here?â
Startled, you turned to see your parents standing just a few feet away, a mix of surprise and amusement on their faces. Sunghoonâs eyes widened, and you felt your heart drop. âUh⊠hey!â you stammered, feeling heat rise to your cheeks.
Your mom stepped forward, a knowing smile spreading across her face. âWe always knew you two would end up together,â she said, crossing her arms and raising an eyebrow playfully.
Sunghoon chuckled nervously, rubbing the back of his neck. âUm, well, this is a bit unexpected.â
Your dad grinned, stepping beside your mom. âYou think we wouldnât notice the way you two look at each other? Youâve been sneaking around, havenât you?â
You exchanged glances with Sunghoon, a mix of embarrassment and relief flooding through you. âOkay, maybe a little,â you admitted, unable to hide your smile.
âJust a little?â Yeji suddenly appeared from behind your parents, her arms crossed and an amused look on her face. âI could have told you they were dating from the way they looked at each other!â
Your heart raced, but seeing the warmth in your parentsâ eyes eased your nerves. âWe just wanted to take our time, you know?â you said, looking up at Sunghoon.
Your mom laughed softly. âYou kids and your secrets. We were starting to wonder when you would finally tell us!â
Sunghoon relaxed, a smile spreading across his face. âSorry for keeping it from you, but we wanted to figure things out first.â
Your dad patted Sunghoon on the back. âYouâre a good kid. Weâre just happy to see you both happy. Just remember to keep it respectful, alright?â
You nodded vigorously, feeling the weight lift off your shoulders. As you stood there, surrounded by family and friends, you realized how wonderful it felt to share your happiness openly.
Sunghoon looked at you, his expression softening. âWell, I guess the secretâs out,â he said, smiling broadly.
You chuckled, leaning against him, warmth spreading through you. âYeah, but I wouldnât have it any other way.â
As you walked home together, hand in hand, you knew this was just the beginning of a new chapter in your livesâone filled with love, laughter, and the promise of many more adventures to come.
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dick grayson fantasises about making you cum in front of a floor-to-ceiling mirror over and over again. he wants to spread your legs apart while he holds your back against his chest, fucking you with his fingers as he whispers in your ear about how fucking pretty you look like this. the thought of you, all shy and flustered, clenching around his fingers as your nails dig into his arms, makes him smirk; he knows heâd have to tell you to keep your eyes on himâwhatâs the matter, baby? donât get shy on me now.
âdick?â you ask, furrowing your brows as you point to the large mirror in front of you, and he blinks. âdid you hear me? I asked if this mirror would look good in our room.â
jason todd fantasises about stripping you down and fucking you while heâs in his full red hood gear. heâs been surveilling a suspected drug den for hours, and all he can think of is the contrast of your soft, delicate skin against the rough material of his pants as he drills into you from behind. his breathing quickens under his mask as he imagines running his gloved hands over the curve of your hips, squeezing harshly as you whine at his cock splitting you in half.
he pictures himself pulling you back towards him, so youâre forced to look into the thin white eye-slits of his mask as he fucks into you harder, towering over you in all his armoured gloryâuntil a bang from the building across the way snaps him back into the real world. he swears under his breath as he checks his ammunition again. someoneâs gonna pay for that.
bruce wayne fantasises about fucking you in his seldom-used executive office in wayne tower. disinterested by the stacks of financial reports in front of him, he imagines you on his lap, your skirt bunched around your waist and your panties pulled to the side as you grind down on his hard cock. his eyes flutter shut at the thought of you biting back your moans and clinging to his shoulders, gasping when his lips find your neck, and the image is so vivid he swears he can almost smell your perfume.
heâs about to send you a be ready at 7 text when the phone on his desk rings, and he swears under his breath as he answers it harshly. mr. wayne? his receptionist murmurs. missâI mean, yourâŠumâŠfriend is here. he sits up in his chair at her words, smiling to himself as he loosens his tie. âsend her in.â
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ghost doesn't think he hears you correctly, not at first. there's a ringing that's still in his ears from the bullet he nearly ate earlier. (cw: dubcon, 18+)
"wot?"
"can you please please please--pretend to be my boyfriend--just for one minute--!"
"heyyy, sunshine," a nasty little voice sings. you spin around, cowering by the bar, just as someone a little too drunk and a little too big comes into your space. you scoot away from him, but he's coming closer, leaning over you, and ghost tilts his head to the side as he watches the way you flinch at the stink of his breath.
ghost fits into the space at your back quite easily. your back arches a little as his big hand finds the bend of your waist, and you squeak a little when he forces you back, pressing your ass against his pelvis as he tucks you into his shadow.
"who's this fuckin' nitwit?" ghost mutters, clicking his tongue under his mask. you swallow, blinking up at the man, shrugging as you try and press yourself a little closer against his heat.
"i-i dunno," you whisper, and it's shaky, afraid. "h-he won't stop...following me."
"tha' right?" ghost hums, and you're so afraid of the man in front of you that you don't really register the way ghost's big hand is slipping lower, over the curve of your denim jeans and squeezing the fat of your ass that fills the palm of his hand all too nicely. "ya botherin' 'er?"
the man swallows a little, hiccuping. he stands up straighter, a little more sober, and he just shrugs as he takes another swig of his beer.
"just...she's so pretty, ya know--agh!"
ghost reaches over and grips him by the fat of his neck. he squeezes hard, drawing him closer, would be spitting in his face if he wasn't wearing the balaclava over his head.
"'f i see ya around 'er again, i'll paint the fuckin' walls with y'r teeth, mate, yeah? now get outta my fuckin' sight before i do it just for fun."
when ghost lets him go, he struggles to breathe, holding onto the bar and coughing as he scrambles to put distance between you. you shake a little, turning towards the bar, picking up what you assume is his drink and sipping it slowly to try and calm the nerves. you close your eyes gently, shaking your head.
"thank you," you say softly. "i-i couldn't shake him off, he was following me everywhere, i..." you turn your head and meet his eyes, smiling up at him. "that was really nice of you. i'm...sorry if i caused you any trouble."
ghost tilts his head to the side, fitting himself back behind you. he reaches over, putting both arms on either side of you and leaning over one shoulder, breathing hot against your neck.
"wot you mean?" he murmurs, and you blink, not understanding.
"for pretending to..." you laugh a little, looking into his eyes. "just...it was nice of you to do that. to pretend like that, i--"
"dunno wot y'r talkin' about," ghost chuckles, and you seize when he reaches down between you, cupping you between the legs as he palms at your pussy over your jeans. you keen a little, leaning into his touch, nasty brute pressing two fingers against where you're most sensitive and forcing your ass back against him, where he's hard, chubbed up since he first saw you, leaking into his cargos.
"i-i--" your eyes are wide, but you don't pull away, don't push him back--why am i not running? why can't i leave? what's happening to me--
"i wasn't pretending. were you?"
#i mean this is canon#this is how dark!ghost picks up girls#he sends johnny after them so they have to resort to the scariest guy in the room#works every time :D#but im a freak and would give in js#like i say dubcon but im into it if its ghost ok ok#simon ghost riley#simon riley#simon ghost riley x reader#simon riley x reader#simon riley x you#ghost mw2#ghost cod#ghost call of duty#ghost mwii#ghost x reader#cod#call of duty#simon riley smut#simon ghost riley smut#simon thoughts#dark!ghost#dark!simon
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older!rafe loves to put his fingers in sensitive!readerâs mouth & her favorite place in the world is his lap...
18+ mdni!
c/w: mean older!rafe being a tease & making her choke on his fingers, heavily suggestive, size kink, use of daddy
wc: 1.6k
in love w this man so more of him on the way xx
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Rafe has had a bad day.  Â
She notices it immediately by the way he greets her with only a brief peck on her cheek; carelessly throwing his jacket on the couch before slumping down against the cushions and letting out a washed-out exhale. Â
For the entirety of the week, gloomy clouds have painted over the dusty, colorless horizon and wet water puddles have saturated the socks of passing pedestrians and dog walkers alike. However, Rafe is not someone who particularly minds rainy days, which is why she assumes that the reason for his disgruntled mood has something to do with business, as it more often than not does.  Â
He scratches at the buzzed hair still slightly damp from the rain while she simply stands there and blinks; unsure whether he wishes to be alone or not.  Â
âWhat are you doing? Câmere,â he suddenly orders in a somewhat of a stern tone and she has no choice but to pad over to his sprawled-out legs, lowering to sit on top of him and letting him paw at her waist as his beefy arms pull her closer. And she can't really complain when the heat of his body seeps into her flesh in such a comforting way; makes her insides feel all fluffy and featherlight. Â
In the same way that Rafe seems to enjoy her needing him to take care of her when everything feels like too much, she loves being there for him; likes to feel useful, needed.
âDo you wanna...talk about it?â The muted melody of her vocal cords reaches his ears as vivid raindrops pitter patter against the glass of the windows and he groans in exhaustion at how perfect she is for him.  Â
âNot really,â he dismisses her with a shake of his head. âHow was your day, hm?â Â
âIt was uh, okay. I donât know, the usual. Had some boring lectures, almost fell asleepâŠquestioned every decision Iâve ever made,â she huffs out and settles her palms on his strong biceps.Â
âMm,â heïżœïżœïżœs only half listening; beginning to mindlessly twirl a strand of her hair around his index finger.  Â
And she takes that as her cue to continue blabbering out complete nonsense as she begins to grow slightly restless being this close to him. Truth be told, sheâs pathetically been missing him the whole day; the only thing granting her the motivation to go about her routines being the thought of seeing him at the end of it all. And now that heâs here, he seems frustrated; mind entirely elsewhere and she doesnât know what to do except ramble on and on about her dull day.  Â
Then, completely out of the blue, heâs grabbing her jaw into his massive hand and hushing her. Â
âShut up for one second, yeah?â He mutters out before heâs tucking a thumb past her lips; a surprised squeak leaving the back of her throat at the sudden intrusion because he was the one who asked for her to talk in the first place.  Â
However, she canât exactly say that itâs unexpected. He often gets a tad bit meaner whenever heâs had a dreary workday and takes it out on her in some form or another. And regardless of how unhealthy all of it might seem, thereâs a crooked part of her brain that yearns for it; wants him to come to her whenever heâs upset. If sheâs utterly honest, the thought of him searching for solace in anyone else makes nausea creep up her bones. Â
For some reason, the firm pad of his thumb making her tongue feel heavy in her mouth placates her; turns her brain into a needy, dingy muddle in a way that only Rafe is capable of. Â
âShit, just needed something to suck on, huh?â He pushes down on her tongue, making her swallow around the digit with a whimper.  Â
âSo fucking pathetic sometimes, you know? Just take anything Daddy gives you,â a low-pitched chuckle thunders from his chest, seemingly amused by the ease in which she gives into him.  Â
However, thereâs also something gooey, syrupy beginning to whirl in the pit of her tummy. It reminds her of the countless times she was perched on the park swing as a little girl during the balmy summers of her childhood; thinking she could reach the fluffy clouds with the tips of her sneakers if only she could fly a little higher.  Â
âFeels nice to have something in your mouth, doesnât it?â He ogles at her, mesmerized with intrigue twinkling in the Carolina blue that has always made her think of the sky.  Â
She lets out a faint moan when he drags the digit out and then back in, making her gag around it; her hips involuntarily rutting against the growing bulge straining against the zipper of his pants, desperate for some sort of friction if even through the soft material of her sweatpants.  Â
âDidnât give you permission to move, did I?â He feigns confusion with a furrow of his brows that gets her to reluctantly halt her shifting.  Â
âDaddy, need your...â Her words are cushioned against the obstacle heâs planted between her teeth.Â
âCanât really hear you, Kitten,â he mocks before heâs pulling the thumb out of her mouth altogether.  Â
However, the next thing she knows, heâs stuffing in his index and middle finger both at the same time. They reach far deeper; a muffled sound of gagging following his actions as he seems to discover a perverted sense of satisfaction from her struggle. Â
"What did you say?" His lips twist into a cruel smirk when she whimpers pitifully and tries to draw away from him in order to catch her breath but his other hand only grips her jaw tighter, keeping her exactly where he wants as sheâs forced to breathe through her nose.  Â
âI think you can take it for a bit longer, yeah?â His teeth sink into his bottom lip as he simply stares, seemingly absorbed into the obscene scene before him.  Â
And she should feel embarrassed, demeaned even. And she does! However, the humiliation of letting him do whatever he wants as if sheâs nothing but a cheap toy for his entertainment blurs over the lines when her cunt throbs in response to his degrading attention. She flutters uselessly around nothing; powerlessly begging for some sort of alleviation with a whine that merely earns her a tut of his tongue.  Â
Therefore, the only thing she can do is sit there like an obedient animal because heâs already scolded her once. She hasnât turned entirely dumb just yet; knows firsthand how âDaddy doesnât like to repeat himselfâ and that the next time she misbehaves will result in a punishment her poor cunt probably wouldnât be able to handle in this helpless state of hers. Â
âDon't think you could take Daddyâs cock even halfway in this pretty mouth,â he mindlessly croons, thumb smoothing over the skin of her throat as she swallows the spit beginning to dribble down her chin.  Â
The thought manages to pique her curiosity because his cock has been at the forefront of her mind for a couple of weeks now, due to him constantly teasing her with the notion of letting her suck him off properly. He keeps murmuring about training her throat and fucking it raw but never actually doing it; merely allowing for her to drool and mouth over the tip because apparently, she's 'not ready yet'.  Â
Sheâs beginning to turn into something desperate because whenever she tries to take more of him into her mouth, he stops her with a click of his tongue and big hands lifting her head off him. âDonât be greedy now, Kitten,â heâd scold her but she's certain sheâs going to die if she doesnât get to feel his cock nudge at the back of her throat soon.  Â
âRayâŠâ she tries to fruitlessly speak but heâs not exactly making it easy as he keeps stroking against her tongue. However, she doesnât need to say anything. He knows what she wants.Â
âI mean, can barely fit into this tight cunt, donât know why you keep whining about wanting me in this mouth so bad. Donât think youâd even enjoy it that much. Itâs a lot, you know?â Thereâs something almost patronizing in the way heâs speaking to her as if heâs not the one who brought the idea up in the first place. Â
Itâs like heâs trying to talk her out of it yet his fingertips keep prodding past her gag reflex every few minutes, almost as if testing the waters before plunging in and itâs making her head spin.  Â
She whines and tries to defend herself but the digits fussing with the inside of her slobbery mouth donât allow for her to form anything audible as she begins to grow troubled. Â
âWhat was that?â The line of his mouth curls when he pokes deeper once more, causing her to moan with watery eyes pleading him for anything at this point.  Â
âSuch a dirty girl. Bet youâd like choking on my cock, huh?â He grunts and she hums in response; nodding fervently before heâs finally withdrawing his hand and smearing the spit-stained fingers against her pouty lips. Â
Theyâre both panting heavily as he gently swipes at her under-eyes in order to catch the teardrops ready to trickle down before petting at the apples of her cheeks with a tenderness reserved only for her.Â
âShit, always know how to make me feel better, donât ya?â He rumbles fondly against her mouth; following his saccharine words with a messy kiss soon after. Maybe he'll finally allow her to have what she so badly cravesâŠÂ
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