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The streetlights hummed their steady orange glow over the quiet neighborhood, casting long, ordinary shadows that did nothing to soften the knot twisting tighter in your chest with every step. Your sneakers hit the pavement in sharp beats — thud, thud, thud — matching the rhythm of thoughts you couldn’t shut off.

Months.

You’d been letting him have you — fuck you — for months, skin on skin, his mouth hot against your throat. You let his hands map every inch of your skin like he owned it. And still he’d pull back afterward, breath ragged, murmuring the same tired line: ‘I’m not ready for a relationship. Let’s keep things casual.’

Casual.

As if swallowing your feelings every time was simple. As if the way he’d text you at 2 a.m. just to come over meant nothing.

Hypocritical motherfucker.

You gripped the spare key he’d given you weeks ago — just in case, he’d said, like that small gesture balanced out the rest.

Jacob’s face flashed in your mind, the way he’d lit up talking about Lily last month, shy and hopeful. And now? Jungkook was dating her. Like it was the easiest thing in the world.

Why her? Why now? The questions burned, low and vicious. Why could he commit to someone else when he’d been buried inside you, whispering your name like a secret he couldn’t quite let go of? Why Lily, of all people — your mutual friend, the one who knew pieces of your tangled history without knowing the full truth?

You were tired. Bone-deep tired of being the convenient shadow in his life. The one he reached for when it suited him, then pushed away with pretty excuses.

Tonight, that ended.

Cuz you're going to fuck him up.

The apartment building came into view, its familiar glass doors reflecting your flushed face back at you. Then with no hesitation , you let yourself in with the key, the lock turning with a soft click that felt louder than it should. The hallway air was cool and still, carrying the faint scent of his laundry detergent from the neighboring units. Your pulse hammered against your ribs as you climbed the stairs, thoughts sharpening into blades.

Why her and not me? After everything — after the nights you stayed over, the mornings you made coffee in his kitchen like it was yours — why could he give that to someone else? Was he playing you? Is he fucking with you?

The door swung open under your hand. Darkness greeted you first, broken only by the faint blue glow of the city filtering through half-drawn blinds. You didn’t even bother with lights.

“Jungkook?” Your voice cut through the quiet, edged and raw. “Where are you?”

Silence answered. No footsteps. No low hum of his voice calling back.

The living room was empty, takeout containers still on the coffee table from some earlier meal. Your anger flared hotter— he hadn’t even texted you today. Not even once. While he was out solidifying whatever this was with Lily, you’d been left wondering, scrolling through those texts with Jacob until the words blurred.

You moved deeper inside, shoes silent on the hardwood. “Jungkook, I know you’re here. We need to talk. Now!”

Still nothing. The bedroom door was ajar at the end of the short hall. You pushed it open without knocking, the wood whispering against the frame.

There he was.

Jungkook laid sprawled across the bed in the dim light, one arm flung over his head, the other resting on his stomach. His chest rose and fell in the slow, peaceful rhythm of deep sleep, his lips slightly parted. The sheets were tangled around his waist, hoodie discarded on the chair nearby. He looked... untouched by any of it. Serene. Like the world outside his eyelids didn't matter.

Your breath caught, fury and something sharper — hurt, maybe betrayal — coiling so tight it hurt to inhale. It's late night, and he was sleeping like a man with nothing on his conscience.

No texts, or explanations. He was just sleeping like the piece of shit he is.

You stayed there in the doorway, fists clenched at your sides, the key still warm in your palm from the walk over.

You stood there another moment longer, the sight of him so peacefully unaware fueling the fire until it roared. “Wake up,” you snapped, voice cracking through the stillness like a whip. “Jungkook, motherfucker, wake the fuck up right now!”

He stirred faintly, a low, sleepy groan escaping him, but his eyes stayed closed, lashes fluttering without focus. Deep in sleep, lost in whatever dream didn’t include the mess he’d made.

“Wake up, you hypocritical piece of shit!” The words burst out louder, and raw with everything you’d bottled until now. You crossed the room in two strides and yanked the blanket off him with a vicious tug, the fabric ripping away to expose the rumpled t-shirt and shorts underneath.

Jungkook jolted upright, eyes flying open, disoriented and wide. “Nooo— what?” His voice was thick with sleep, hand rubbing at his face. “What the fuck? What are you doing here? When did you come here? How— What happened?”

The confusion on his face only made it worse. You laughed, bitter and sharp, the sound foreign even to your own ears. “What happened? Are you fucking serious right now?” Your chest heaved as the dam broke, words tumbling out in a torrent. “You’ve been fucking me for months, Jungkook. Months. Sneaking me in here, pulling me close like I was yours, telling me over and over you’re ‘not ready’ for anything real. And now? Now you’re dating Lily? Lily? The same girl my best friend’s been crushing on for weeks? How could you do this to me? Do I mean nothing to you? Am I just some convenient warm body you hit up when you’re bored or horny or whatever the fuck runs through that selfish head of yours?”

You paced the small space between the bed and the dresser, hands gesturing wildly, the key still clutched in one fist like a talisman of betrayal. “I let you in. I gave you every part of me without asking for labels because you made it sound so fucking reasonable. ‘Keep it casual,’ you said. Casual! While I sat there swallowing my feelings every single time you pulled away. And meanwhile, you’re out there committing to her? Just like that? Like it’s nothing? Like I haven’t been the one dealing with your moods, your late nights, your stupid excuses? You’re such a goddamn hypocrite. A lying, two-faced asshole who couldn’t even text me today while you were probably out solidifying whatever bullshit this is with her.”

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His fingers slipped back down, pressing against your swollen clit, rubbing in fast, rhythmic circles that made your hips jerk.

You gasped into the kiss, your body twitching under the onslaught, but Jisung just smirked against your lips, biting down on your bottom lip just hard enough to make you moan.

He pulled back just an inch, his gaze scanning your flushed face and blown out pupils. “So sensitive. You’re shaking for me already.”

You couldn’t even find the words to answer, just a broken, high pitched whine that caught in your throat. Your back arching, pressing yourself harder against his hand, desperate for more of the pressure that was currently driving you insane.

Jisung let out a low, appreciative huff, two fingers sliding deep inside you, the sudden fullness making you gasp and clutch at the sheets. He began to move in a slow, agonizing rhythm, pulling almost all the way out before plunging back in, hitting your g-spot with a precision that made your vision swim.

“That’s it, baby. Just take it,” he whispered, his tone shifting into something praising and soft. “You’re doing so good for me. Just let it happen.”

and you've been letting it happen for three orgasms already.

The contrast of his gentle words and the relentless pace of his fingers sent you over the edge. You started to sob, a messy, overstimulated sound that echoed in the quiet room, your hips bucking wildly against his hand. You were cuming again, the waves crashing over you so hard that your muscles locked tight around him, pulsing in rhythmic spasms that left you breathless.

He had the nerve and kept the pressure steady, his fingers continuing to work your clit even as you shook, pushing you further into a state of sensory overload. You felt like you were floating and sinking all at once, the smoke-heavy air filling your lungs as you collapsed back into the mattress, your limbs feeling like lead.

Jisung lingered for a moment, watching the way your chest heaved and your eyes rolled back. He leaned down, kissing away a stray tear from your cheek before his gaze dropped to the wetness coating his hand. A slow smirk spreading across his lips. He brought his fingers to your mouth, pressing the slick, salty heat of yourself against your lips.

“Open up for me,” he commanded, sending a shiver straight down your spine.

Your head tilted back, mouth parting instinctively, and you leaned in to meet his hand. As your tongue swiped across his skin, tasting the salt and the heavy, slick heat of your own release, Jisung didn't blink. He kept his gaze locked on yours, his pupils blown wide, watching the way you worked his fingers clean.

“Good girl,” he murmured, the praise sending a fresh wave of heat crashing through your chest.

Jisung withdrew his hand from your mouth with a slow drag, leaving your lips tingling and wet before he reached over to the nightstand, snatching up the joint.

He took a long, slow drag, the cherry glowing bright in the dim room, before exhaling a thick cloud of smoke that veiled his face.

He lingered there for a heartbeat, watching you through the haze, before pressing the filter to your lips. You took a deep hit, the smoke hitting your lungs with a familiar, grounding burn that only made the sensitivity between your legs feel more acute. By the time you exhaled and handed it back, the world had softened further, the edges of the room blurring into a warm, indistinct smudge.

He shifted, hovering over you with his arms bracing his weight, his chest heaving. He took one last drag of the joint, before stubbing it out in the tray. The silence that followed was thick, punctuated only by the sound of his pants sliding down his thighs.

You watched him, your eyes heavy and glazed, as he freed himself from his pants. The sight of him made a high, needy sound escape your throat. You reached for him, your fingers trembling as you tried to pull him closer, your hips subconsciously tilting upward to meet him.

“Please,” you whimpered, the word barely a whisper. “Jisung, please. I want it. wan' you inside.”

He didn't rush. He liked the way you were falling apart beneath him, the way your voice had gone thin and desperate. He leaned down, his chest brushing against yours, his voice dropping to a low, vibrating hum that settled in your gut. “Yeah? You really want it?” his palm roamed till it stopped at your lower stomach and pressed. “in here?”

“Yes,” you sobbed, your head tossing back against the pillow. “Please, just- now.”

“I’ve got you,” he murmured, the words barely a ghost of a sound.

He shifted his weight, leaning up to grab both of your thighs with a firm grip. With one fluid motion, he hauled you toward the edge of the mattress, pulling your hips flush against his. You felt the blunt, heavy heat of him line up against your entrance, the skin there already slick and dripping from everything he’d done to you.

He drove forward, sinking into you in one long, slow plunge that filled every empty space.

“Oh fuck,” you gasped, your voice cracking as your back arched off the sheets. The friction was intense, a searing, solid pressure that made your toes curl and your vision spark white.

“Think you can cum two more times on my cock?”

shortie drabble bcuz I've been busy workin on kinktober for y'all ok ☹️

Yoongi is buried deep inside you, hips rolling in that slow, deliberate rhythm he always uses when he wants to take his time. Every thrust is precise, angled just right to brush against that spot that usually makes your toes curl and your breath hitch. His hands grip your hips firmly, fingers digging into your skin with just enough pressure to ground you, but never enough to bruise. He knows your body so well— better than anyone ever has.

It feels good. Of course it feels good. It always does with him.

His cock stretches you perfectly, sliding in and out with a wet, obscene sound that fills the quiet bedroom. Each time he pushes forward, the head drags along your walls, sending sparks of pleasure radiating through your core. You can feel the slight tremor in his thighs where they press against the backs of yours, the way his abs tighten against your stomach with every controlled roll of his hips. He’s sweating lightly, a faint sheen glistening on his collarbones and the sharp line of his jaw, but his face… his face stays almost serene.

That’s the part that’s been haunting you lately.

Yoongi is quiet.

Painfully, unnervingly quiet.

While you’re trying to lose yourself in the feeling of him— his thickness, the way he fills you so completely, the heat of his body pressed to yours, you keep getting pulled out of it by the silence. There are no desperate moans spilling from his lips, no broken curses, no rough growls of your name. Just the occasional low grunt when he sinks in particularly deep, or a barely-there groan that vibrates through his chest when his pace picks up for a few strokes. Even his breathing stays measured, controlled, like he’s meditating instead of fucking you senseless.

You bite your lip as another slow thrust drags a real spark of pleasure from you. For a moment, you let your eyes flutter shut and try to focus only on the sensation: the drag, the fullness, the way his pubic bone grinds lightly against your clit with every forward motion. It’s good. So good. Your walls flutter around him involuntarily, and you feel yourself getting wetter, slick sounds growing louder between your bodies.

But then your mind drifts again.

Why doesn’t he make noise? Does it not feel as intense for him as it does for you? Is he holding back because he’s not actually enjoying it that much? Or worse… is he bored?

The thoughts creep in like smoke, curling around the edges of your pleasure and slowly choking it out. Your orgasm, which had been steadily building, starts to slip away. The heat in your belly dulls, turning from a roaring fire into something distant and lukewarm. You clench around him on purpose, trying to chase the feeling back, but it’s already fading.

Yoongi doesn’t falter. His rhythm stays steady, deep, unhurried strokes that should be driving you crazy. One of his hands slides up your side, palm rough and warm as it cups your breast, thumb brushing over your nipple in slow circles. It sends a shiver through you, but it’s not enough to pull you fully back into your body. Your mind is louder than the pleasure now.

You don’t want him to know.

You don’t want him to stop or pull away or ask what’s wrong. So you do the only thing you can think of in the moment.

You start faking it.

A soft, breathy moan slips past your lips— higher and more theatrical than the ones that usually come naturally. You tilt your head back into the pillow, letting your mouth fall open as you force another moan out, longer this time, letting it tremble at the end like you’re right on the edge. Your hands slide up his back, nails digging in just a little harder than before, and you rock your hips up to meet his thrusts with more exaggerated movements, making sure your body moves like you’re lost in it.

“Oh… fuck, Yoongi,” you whimper, voice pitched just a touch too sweet, too performative. You clench around him again, purposefully this time, and add a little gasp at the end for good measure. “Feels so good…”

Your heart is pounding for an entirely different reason now. The lie tastes bitter on your tongue, but you keep going, layering on more moans and whines, letting your breathing come faster and more ragged than it actually is. You arch your back dramatically, pushing your chest up toward him, and let your eyes squeeze shut as if you’re overwhelmed with pleasure.

Inside, the real pleasure has almost completely slipped away, replaced by a tight knot of anxiety in your stomach. But you keep the act going, hips rolling, moans spilling out one after another, all while Yoongi continues to fuck you in that same devastatingly silent, controlled way.

His skin is hot against yours. His cock still feels perfect inside you. But your mind won’t shut up, and now your body is performing instead of feeling.

You just hope he doesn’t notice. You keep the act going, layering moan after moan as Yoongi’s pace stays steady and deep. Your voice sounds foreign to your own ears— too breathy, too eager, too loud in the quiet room. You tighten around him deliberately with every thrust, rolling your hips up to meet him with exaggerated movements, letting your nails rake down his back a little harder than usual.

“Yoongi… oh god, right there,” you gasp, forcing the words out like they’re being torn from you. Your back arches off the bed in a dramatic curve, breasts pressing against his chest as you whimper and whine, building the performance higher and higher. The real pleasure has long since faded into the background, drowned out by the loud buzzing of insecurity in your head, but you push through, faking the climb with everything you have.

Inside, your stomach twists. You hate this. You hate lying to him like this, but the fear of him realizing how disconnected you feel is worse.

You feel his rhythm falter just slightly— only for a fraction of a second, before he drives in deeper, hips snapping forward one last time. A low, guttural grunt escapes his throat, the sound vibrating against your neck as he buries himself to the hilt. His cock pulses inside you, hot and thick, spilling deep as he cums with that single, restrained sound. His body tenses above you, muscles locking up, fingers digging harder into your hips for a moment before he slowly relaxes.

You fake your own release right after him, letting out a long, trembling moan that peaks sharply and then dissolves into shaky little whimpers. Your walls clench around him rhythmically, body shuddering beneath him as if you’re riding out wave after wave. You even let your thighs tremble and your breath hitch dramatically, clutching at his shoulders like you can’t handle how good it feels.

When it’s over, Yoongi stays buried inside you for a few long seconds, breathing steady against your skin. Then he slowly pulls out, the wet slide of his cock leaving you feeling empty and strangely hollow. He presses a soft, almost absent kiss to your collarbone before rolling off you and sitting up on the edge of the bed.

The room feels colder without his weight pressing you down. You stay exactly where you are, flat on your back, staring up at the ceiling. The fan above spins lazily, casting faint shifting shadows across the white paint. Your chest rises and falls with breaths that are still too fast, but not from pleasure anymore. Cum slowly leaks out of you, warm and sticky against your inner thighs, a reminder of what just happened. Your body feels used in the best physical way and yet emotionally distant, like you watched the whole thing from somewhere outside yourself.

Yoongi stands, the mattress dipping and then rising as his weight leaves. You hear the rustle of fabric as he picks up his discarded boxers and sweatpants from the floor, the soft sound of him stepping into them. He doesn’t say anything. He never really does after sex. The silence that felt intimate before now feels like a weight pressing on your chest.

He pads out of the bedroom barefoot, footsteps quiet on the hardwood floor, heading toward the kitchen. You remain motionless, eyes fixed on that spinning fan, the aftershocks of your faked orgasm leaving a sour taste in your mouth. The sheets beneath you are damp with sweat and slick, clinging uncomfortably to your skin. Your heart is still racing, but it’s anxiety now, not desire.

A few minutes later, you hear the faint clink of a glass and the sound of the faucet running. Yoongi returns, the soft glow from the hallway light outlining his silhouette as he steps back into the room. He’s shirtless, sweatpants hanging low on his narrow hips, black hair slightly messy from your fingers earlier. In his hand is a glass of water, condensation already beading on the outside.

He sits on the edge of the bed beside you, the mattress dipping under his weight. The glass is cool as he gently presses it into your hand. “Here,” he murmurs, voice low and a little rough from disuse. His dark eyes search your face in the dim light. “Drink.”

You push yourself up onto your elbows, taking the glass with fingers that feel slightly shaky. The water is cold and refreshing as it slides down your throat, but it does nothing to ease the knot in your stomach. Yoongi watches you quietly, one hand resting on your bare thigh, thumb brushing absentmindedly over your skin.

When you lower the glass, he asks, voice tentative and softer than usual, “You okay?”

You force a small smile, nodding quickly. “Yeah… of course. It felt really good. You always fuck me so good, Yoongi.”

The lie slips out easily enough, but your voice sounds a little too bright, a little too rehearsed. For a split second, you swear something flickers across his face— those sharp eyes narrowing just a fraction, lips parting like he might say more. Your heart stutters. He knows. He has to know.

But he doesn’t push.

Instead, Yoongi lets out a slow, quiet sigh, running his fingers through his damp black hair, pushing it back from his forehead. The motion makes the muscles in his arm flex subtly in the low light. He nods once, almost to himself, then swings his legs onto the bed and lies down beside you.

“Come here,” he says gently, reaching for you. You let him pull you against his chest, your head resting on his shoulder, one of his arms wrapping securely around your waist. His skin is still warm, heart beating steady and slow beneath your cheek. He smells like sex and sweat and that familiar cologne, and for a moment the closeness makes the ache in your chest ease just a little.

“I love you,” he whispers into the darkness, lips brushing the top of your head.

Your throat tightens. “I love you too.”

He reaches over with his free hand and clicks off the bedside lamp. The room plunges into complete darkness, broken only by the faint moonlight seeping through the curtains. Yoongi’s breathing gradually slows, becoming deep and even as sleep claims him. His body relaxes completely against yours, arm heavy and comforting around you.

But sleep doesn’t come for you.

You lie there wide awake, eyes open in the dark, listening to the quiet rhythm of his breaths. The fan continues its lazy spin overhead. Every time you close your eyes, you replay the scene: your fake moans, the way you performed for him, the single low grunt he gave when he came. The insecurity gnaws at you, sharper now in the silence. You feel raw and exposed, even though he’s holding you so tenderly.

Hours seem to pass. The glass of water sits forgotten on the nightstand, condensation pooling beneath it. Your mind races in circles— wondering if he really bought the lie, if he’s truly satisfied, if something is wrong with the way you make him feel. Yoongi sleeps soundly beside you, completely unaware, while you stare at the ceiling again, the weight of your doubts pressing heavier with every passing minute.

The next afternoon, sunlight filters through the large café windows, casting warm golden patches across the wooden table. The scent of fresh coffee and sweet pastries hangs in the air, mingling with the low hum of conversations and the occasional hiss of the espresso machine. You’re seated across from Wonyoung in a cozy corner booth, both of you cradling warm lattes in your hands. She looks effortlessly pretty as always, long hair cascading over one shoulder, a soft pink sweater making her glow in the natural light.

You’ve been stirring your drink absentmindedly for the past ten minutes, the spoon clinking softly against the ceramic mug. The conversation started light, but you finally let it spill, the thing that’s been weighing on your chest since last night.

“So… things with Yoongi have been good, really good,” you say, voice quieter than usual. “But… during sex… he’s just so quiet. Like, almost completely silent. I mean, he’ll give a little grunt here and there, or this low groan when he pushes in deeper, and that’s basically it. Even when he cums, it’s just one low sound. Nothing more.”

You take a small sip of your latte, the warmth doing little to ease the knot in your stomach. “It feels amazing physically, he always makes sure I cum, he knows exactly what he’s doing. But I keep getting stuck in my head about it. Last night… I actually started faking it. The moans, the way I moved, everything. I felt so stupid afterward, lying there while he held me and told me he loved me. I couldn’t even sleep.”

Wonyoung’s eyes widen slightly, her perfectly shaped brows furrowing in concern. She sets her mug down and leans forward, elbows resting on the table. “Oh, honey… that sounds really tough. Have you tried talking to him about it?”

You shake your head quickly, fingers tightening around the handle of your mug. “No… I’m scared. What if I don’t like his answer? What if he tells me he doesn’t find me sexy anymore, or that the spark is gone for him? What if he’s just going through the motions because he feels obligated? I don’t think I could handle hearing that.”

Your voice cracks a little on the last part, and you look down at the foam art slowly dissolving in your coffee. The café suddenly feels too bright, too exposed. You can still feel the ghost of Yoongi’s quiet body against yours from last night, the way he fell asleep so easily while you stared at the ceiling for hours.

Wonyoung reaches across the table and gently squeezes your hand. “I get it. That fear is valid. But bottling it up is only going to make it worse. You two are so good together, communication is important, especially about something this intimate. Maybe there’s a reason he’s quiet. Or maybe he doesn’t even realize how much it’s affecting you.”

You nod slowly, chewing on your bottom lip. “Yeah… maybe. It’s just… Yoongi always been this quiet, from the very beginning. I didn’t really think much of it at first because everything else felt so intense. But then you told me about you and your boyfriend, how vocal he gets, the way he moans your name, how he tells you how good you feel… I don’t know, it made me realize how different it is with Yoongi. I started craving that too. I want to hear him. I want to know I’m making him feel as crazy as he makes me feel.”

Wonyoung gives you a soft, understanding smile, tilting her head slightly. “I remember telling you those stories. And yeah, my boyfriend is loud in bed— it’s hot, it makes me feel desired. But Yoongi… he’s always been a quiet guy overall, right? In everyday life too. He speaks when he has something important to say, but he’s not the type to fill the silence just to fill it. Maybe during sex he’s the same, maybe he just processes pleasure differently. Still… you should talk to him. Even if it’s scary. Tell him how it makes you feel without accusing him. Something like, ‘I love being with you, but I’ve been feeling a little insecure because you’re so quiet, and I want to know if you’re enjoying it as much as I am.’”

You let out a long sigh, shoulders slumping as you trace the rim of your mug with your fingertip. “You’re right… I know you’re right. It’s just terrifying. What if talking about it makes things awkward? Or worse, what if he confirms my fears?”

She squeezes your hand again, her touch warm and reassuring. “And what if he doesn’t? What if he opens up and you both end up even closer because of it? You won’t know until you try. You deserve to feel confident and wanted in every way.”

You manage a small, grateful smile, even though your chest still feels tight with uncertainty. “Thank you for listening. I really needed this.”

The two of you finish your coffees slowly, the conversation drifting to lighter topics— work, a new drama you both started watching, Wonyoung’s latest shopping haul. But your mind keeps circling back to Yoongi, to the quiet of last night, to the conversation you know you probably need to have.

When it’s time to leave, you both stand and gather your things. Outside the café, the spring air is mild and fresh, carrying the faint scent of blooming flowers from the nearby park. You pull Wonyoung into a tight hug, breathing in her familiar perfume.

“Thank you again,” you murmur against her shoulder. “For the advice… and for not making me feel crazy.”

She hugs you back just as tightly, rubbing your back gently. “Anytime. Text me later if you need more pep talks, okay? You’ve got this. Just be honest with him.”

You nod as you pull away, offering her one last smile before turning to head home. The walk back feels longer than usual, your steps slow on the sidewalk as the weight of her words settles over you. The sun is warm on your skin, but inside you’re still torn— part of you wanting to listen to her encouragement, the other part terrified of what Yoongi’s answer might be. By the time you reach your apartment door, your heart is already beating a little faster at the thought of seeing him again tonight.

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That evening, you chicken out completely.

The conversation with Wonyoung plays on repeat in your head the whole walk home, but the moment you step through the apartment door and see Yoongi already there— barefoot in the kitchen, stirring something that smells like garlic and soy sauce, the words die in your throat. He glances up at you with that soft, small smile he reserves mostly for you, black hair falling slightly into his eyes, and your resolve crumbles. Not tonight. You’ll talk to him tomorrow. Or the day after. Just… not right now.

Instead, you both settle into a quiet movie night.

The living room is dimly lit by the glow of the TV screen and a single lamp in the corner. The couch is piled with soft blankets and pillows, the faint scent of buttered popcorn still lingering in the air from the bowl now sitting empty on the coffee table. Yoongi sits in his usual spot, legs stretched out, one arm draped casually around your shoulders as you curl into his side. Your head rests against his chest, the steady thump of his heartbeat beneath your ear, his body warm and solid through the thin black t-shirt he’s wearing.

For a few blissful hours, the sex issue fades into the background.

You laugh together at the ridiculous comedy on screen, his low chuckle vibrating through his chest whenever something genuinely funny happens. His fingers trace lazy patterns on your arm, occasionally brushing through your hair in that absentminded way that always makes you feel safe. You steal glances at his profile, the sharp line of his jaw, the way his lashes cast faint shadows on his cheeks when he blinks, the subtle curve of his lips when he smirks at a joke. For once, your mind is quiet. No overthinking. No insecurity. Just the simple comfort of being wrapped up in your boyfriend, the two of you tangled together like you belong there.

As the movie credits start to roll and the second film begins autoplaying, the comfortable haze starts to shift. The room feels cozier now, warmer. The blanket draped over both of you traps heat between your bodies. You become hyper-aware of how close you are, his thigh pressed against yours, the faint scent of his cologne mixed with the fabric softener on his shirt. Looking up at his face in the flickering light of the TV, something stirs in your chest. His expression is relaxed, peaceful, those dark eyes reflecting the screen. A sudden, sharp wave of want washes over you. You want him. Not just the quiet, controlled version from last night, but something more. You want to climb into his lap, feel his hands on you, lose yourself in him again— but this time without the doubts.

Maybe you were just being paranoid, you tell yourself. Maybe Wonyoung was right and he’s simply a quiet person in every aspect of life. Maybe last night was a fluke, and if you initiate tonight, it’ll be different. Better. You could make him feel good enough that he finally lets go.

The decision settles in your mind, warm and impulsive.

You shift slightly, turning your body toward him. Your lips find the side of his neck first— soft, slow kisses pressed just below his ear, where you know he’s sensitive. His skin is warm, slightly salty from the long day, and you breathe him in as you trail kisses down the column of his throat. One hand slides up under his shirt, palm gliding over the smooth planes of his chest, feeling the faint ridges of muscle and the steady beat of his heart beneath your fingertips.

Yoongi’s breath catches for just a second. He turns his head toward you, and a small smile tugs at his lips.

But the smile doesn’t quite reach his eyes. There’s something off about it, too tight at the corners, a flicker of something unreadable in his gaze before it smooths out. It’s odd, a tiny detail that nags at the back of your mind, but you push it aside. You’re already too far gone in the moment, desire overriding caution.

Encouraged, you let your hand drift lower, sliding down his stomach until your palm presses over the front of his sweatpants. He’s half-hard already, and you rub him slowly through the fabric, feeling him twitch and thicken under your touch. A few firm strokes, your fingers tracing the outline of him as you continue kissing and gently sucking at his neck, leaving faint marks that will probably fade by morning.

For a moment, it feels promising. His body responds, hips shifting ever so slightly under your hand.

Then he moves.

Yoongi lets out a quiet sigh, long and heavy, the kind that carries weight. He sits up straighter, gently but firmly catching your wrist to stop your movements. His other hand runs through his black hair, pushing it back from his forehead, then drags down over his face, rubbing at his eyes and the bridge of his nose like he’s suddenly exhausted or stressed. The TV light flickers across his features, highlighting the tension in his jaw.

You pull back, staring up at him in confusion, your hand still hovering where he stopped it. The warmth that had been building in your belly cools rapidly. “Yoongi…?” Your voice comes out softer than you intended, laced with uncertainty.

He doesn’t look at you right away. His gaze is fixed somewhere toward the TV, shoulders slightly slumped. The comfortable cocoon of the movie night suddenly feels fragile, like it could crack at any second. The blanket slips down to your laps as the distance between you grows, even though you’re still sitting right next to each other. Your heart starts to pick up speed, that familiar knot of insecurity creeping back in, stronger than before.

The room is quiet except for the low dialogue still playing from the movie, but the easy laughter from earlier is long gone. The silence stretches between you like a taut string, ready to snap.

Yoongi sits there on the couch, still slightly leaned forward, one hand lingering over his face as if he’s trying to wipe away whatever thought just crossed his mind. The TV continues playing in the background, the low murmur of dialogue and soft soundtrack now feeling intrusive instead of comforting. The air in the living room suddenly feels cooler, heavier. Your heart hammers in your chest, the earlier warmth of desire replaced by a sharp, anxious flutter.

You can’t take the quiet anymore. “Do you… not think I’m sexy?” The question slips out in the middle of the silence, small and fragile, barely louder than a whisper. Your voice cracks on the last word, and you hate how vulnerable it sounds.

Yoongi’s head snaps toward you instantly. His dark eyes widen, the relaxed expression from the movie night completely gone. For a second he just stares at you, like the words don’t compute. “What the hell?” he says, voice low but sharp with disbelief. “Why would you even think that?”

The intensity in his gaze makes your stomach twist. You look down at your hands, fingers twisting together in your lap, suddenly unable to meet his eyes. The confession starts pouring out, slow and halting at first, then gaining momentum as the insecurities you’ve been carrying finally break free.

“Because you’re so quiet during sex, Yoongi,” you say, voice trembling slightly. “You barely make any sounds at all. Just… a grunt sometimes, or that one low groan when you cum. That’s it. Nothing else. We never really switch positions much either, you stay on top, controlled, like you’re holding back the whole time. It always feels good physically. Really good. You know exactly what to do and I cum almost every time… but lately I keep getting stuck in my head. I start wondering if there’s something wrong with me. If I’m not doing enough, or if I don’t turn you on the way I used to. If maybe you’re just… going through the motions.”

Tears prick at the corners of your eyes, but you blink them back, swallowing hard. The words hang in the air, raw and exposed. You feel stripped bare, sitting there in the dim glow of the TV, the cozy movie night now feeling miles away.

Yoongi lets out a deep, heavy sigh. “Fuck…” he mumbles under his breath, the curse quiet but laced with frustration, not at you, but at the situation. He runs both hands through his hair, messing it up further, then drops them to his lap. For a moment he just sits there, shoulders tense. Then he shifts closer and sits fully beside you again, the couch dipping under his weight. His thigh presses against yours, warm and solid, but he doesn’t reach for you yet. He’s silent for another long second, eyes fixed on the floor in front of him, jaw tight. The pause feels endless, your pulse roaring in your ears.

Then he speaks, voice low and careful. “Was that why you faked it last night?”

Your breath catches. You turn to look at him, eyes wide with shock. “You… you knew?”

Yoongi nods slowly, still not quite looking at you. His expression is unreadable, but there’s a heaviness in it now. “Yeah. I could tell.” He pauses, swallowing. “I know your body. I know the way you sound when it’s real, the little hitch in your breath, the way your thighs shake, how your voice gets all breathy and broken. That wasn’t it. Not even close.”

He finally turns his head to face you fully, those sharp, dark eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that makes your chest tighten. “Why did you do it?”

The question is gentle, but it still lands like a weight. You feel heat rush to your face, a mix of embarrassment and relief that he noticed, that he cared enough to pay attention. Your fingers fidget with the edge of the blanket as you answer, voice barely above a whisper at first.

“Because I go into my head about it… about how silent you are when you’re fucking me. It makes me think I’m not affecting you the way you affect me. That maybe it doesn’t feel as good for you, or that you’re not really lost in it. So last night I just… performed. I faked the moans and the movements because I didn’t want you to know I was doubting. I didn’t want to ruin it.”

The confession leaves you feeling drained, exposed. The room is quieter now, the movie long forgotten in the background. You can hear the faint hum of the refrigerator from the kitchen, the soft ticking of the clock on the wall. Yoongi’s presence beside you is steady, but the air between you crackles with everything unsaid.

He doesn’t interrupt. He just listens, eyes never leaving your face, that deep sigh from earlier still lingering in the way his shoulders remain slightly hunched. Your heart is still racing, cheeks warm with the vulnerability of having finally said it all out loud. You feel raw, like you’ve peeled back a layer of yourself and handed it to him.

Yoongi doesn’t speak right away.

Instead, he leans in slowly, one hand gently cupping the side of your face. His thumb brushes tenderly over your cheek, wiping away a stray tear you hadn’t even realized had fallen. Then his lips meet yours in a slow, gentle kiss. It’s soft at first— barely more than a press of warmth, then deepens just enough to feel reassuring. His mouth moves against yours with quiet care, tasting faintly of the popcorn from earlier and the familiar comfort of him. There’s no rush, no demand, just the steady reassurance of his lips and the way his fingers thread lightly into your hair.

When he finally pulls back, his forehead rests gently against yours, breath mingling warmly between you. His eyes are closed for a moment, silver lashes brushing his cheeks, before they open again, dark and earnest. “I’m so sorry, baby,” he whispers, voice low and rough with emotion. The apology settles over you like a warm blanket, sincere and heavy.

He stays close, forehead still pressed to yours, sharing the same air. “You’re the sexiest fucking woman I’ve ever seen,” he continues, the words coming out quieter than usual, but no less intense. “I’ve never once not been satisfied with you. Not even close. Every single time… you drive me crazy.”

Then he pulls back just enough to look at you properly. A faint blush creeps across his pale cheeks, coloring the tips of his ears pink. He glances away for a second, toward the darkened TV screen, as if the admission costs him something. His fingers twitch where they rest on your thigh, like he’s fighting the urge to hide.

“I’ve been holding myself back,” he admits, voice dropping even lower, almost shy. “Because… I get embarrassed. I don’t know why exactly, but if I fully let go… if I let myself indulge in you the way I want to… I was scared you wouldn’t like it. That you’d think it was too much. Too loud. Too intense. That it would change how you see me.”

The confession hangs between you, surprising in its honesty. Yoongi, usually so composed, so in control, looks almost vulnerable sitting there with that soft blush and averted gaze. It makes your chest tighten with affection and a rush of heat at the same time. You let out a low, soft laugh, the sound gentle and warm in the quiet room. It’s not mocking; it’s full of fondness and relief. You reach up, gently turning his face back toward you with your fingertips on his jaw.

“Yoongi…” you murmur, smiling softly as you look into his eyes. “You are the hottest, sexiest man I’ve ever been with. Seriously. Nothing about you letting go could ever be ‘too much’ for me. I want it. I want to hear you. I want to feel how much I affect you. All of it.”

You take his hand in yours, fingers intertwining slowly. His palm is warm, slightly calloused from years of playing instruments and producing late into the night. You give it a gentle squeeze, thumb brushing over his knuckles.

“Do you want to try?” you ask softly, voice barely above a whisper, but full of quiet hope. “Right now?”

He looks at you for a long moment, eyes searching yours. The blush on his cheeks deepens just a fraction, but then he nods— slow, deliberate, decisive. “Yeah,” he breathes. His voice has shifted, gaining a new edge of determination beneath the softness. “I’m going to show you just how much you affect me.”

The words send a shiver down your spine. There’s a promise in them, dark and heated, wrapped in that familiar low tone of his. The air between you thickens instantly, the earlier tension transforming into something electric and anticipatory. Yoongi’s hand tightens around yours, his thumb stroking once over your skin before he leans in again, closer this time, lips hovering just inches from yours.

The living room feels smaller, warmer, the forgotten movie long irrelevant. All that matters now is the way he’s looking at you— like he’s finally allowing himself to unravel, just for you. He leans in and captures your lips again, but this kiss is different from the gentle one moments ago. It starts slow, almost reverent, his mouth moving against yours with deliberate care. Then it deepens. His hand slides to the back of your neck, fingers threading into your hair as he tilts his head and kisses you harder, tongue brushing against the seam of your lips, asking for entry.

You open for him instantly.

The kiss turns heavy, hungry. His tongue slides against yours, slow and thorough, tasting you like he’s trying to memorize every inch. A low, barely audible hum vibrates from his chest into your mouth— the first real sound he’s let slip tonight that isn’t guarded. His lips are soft but insistent, sucking gently on your lower lip before diving back in, the wet slide of tongue and shared breath making your head spin.

Your hands come up to his chest, fingers curling into the fabric of his black t-shirt as you kiss him back with everything you’ve been holding in. The earlier insecurity melts away under the heat of his mouth, replaced by a growing ache low in your belly. He kisses like he’s pouring years of restraint into this one moment— deep, consuming, and just a little desperate. Without breaking the kiss, Yoongi leans back against the couch cushions, pulling you with him. You follow eagerly, shifting until you’re sliding into his lap, knees settling on either side of his thighs. The position brings your bodies flush together, your chest pressed to his, the heat of him radiating through his thin shirt. His hands settle on your hips, gripping firmly as he tugs you closer, encouraging you to settle your weight fully on him.

You can already feel him hardening beneath you, the thick length of his cock pressing up against your core through the layers of fabric. It sends a spark of arousal through you, sharp and insistent.

Your fingers slide up into his black hair, threading through the soft strands. At first you just hold on, but as the kiss grows more heated— tongues tangling, breaths coming faster— you tighten your grip and pull. A low, broken groan escapes Yoongi’s throat. The sound is deep and raspy, vibrating against your lips. It’s not the restrained grunt you’re used to, it’s raw, involuntary, and it shoots straight to your core. You tug again, a little harder this time, nails lightly scraping his scalp, and another groan follows, louder this time, his hips twitching up into you instinctively.

“Fuck…” he breathes against your mouth, the curse muffled but unmistakable. His voice is already rougher, lower, the composure cracking. He kisses you even more desperately now, one hand sliding up your back under your shirt, palm hot against your bare skin, while the other stays anchored on your hip, guiding you to rock slowly against the growing bulge in his sweatpants. The friction is delicious, sending little waves of pleasure through you with every grind.

Yoongi’s breathing has grown heavier, no longer perfectly controlled. Each exhale comes with a quiet, shaky sound, half groan, half sigh as you continue to pull at his hair and roll your hips. His mouth moves from your lips to your jaw, then down to your neck, sucking and biting softly, leaving faint marks that make you shiver.

You can feel the tension in his body, the way his thighs are tight beneath you, the subtle tremor in his hands as he touches you. He’s letting go, piece by piece, and the sounds he’s starting to make— those low, gravelly groans that rumble from deep in his chest are everything you’ve been craving.

He pulls back just enough to look at you, lips swollen and wet, eyes dark with lust and something deeper. His hair is already messy from your fingers, falling into his eyes in a way that makes him look devastatingly attractive. “See what you do to me?” he murmurs, voice husky and strained. Another soft groan slips out when you roll your hips again. “This is just the start, baby.”

You roll your hips again, slower this time, dragging your core along the thick ridge of his cock through his sweatpants. The friction is perfect— hot, teasing, not enough and yet almost too much. A shaky breath leaves Yoongi’s lips, and this time it’s accompanied by a low, rumbling groan that vibrates straight through his chest and into yours. “Shit…” he mutters against your neck, the word barely formed but heavy with need. His hands tighten on your hips, fingers digging in as he guides you into another slow grind. "Feels good."

The praise hits you like a spark. You’ve never heard him talk like this during sex— never heard him say much of anything and it makes heat flood between your legs. You pull harder on his hair, tugging his head back slightly so you can look at his face. His eyes are half-lidded, dark and glossy, lips parted as another quiet groan slips out when you circle your hips just right.

You love it. You love every single sound he’s letting escape. Encouraged, you start moving with more purpose, rolling your hips in deep, deliberate waves, pressing down harder so the seam of your pants rubs right against his length. Each grind makes his cock twitch beneath you, growing fuller and harder until he’s rock-solid and straining against the fabric. The heat of him radiates through the layers, and you can feel yourself getting wetter, slickness starting to soak through your own panties.

Yoongi’s head falls back against the couch cushion, exposing the long line of his throat. Another groan tears from him— deeper, rougher, this time when you drag your clit along his cock again. “Fuck, baby… keep doing that,” he breathes, voice husky and strained. His usual composure is cracking wider with every roll of your hips. “You’re gonna make me lose it right here.”

You whimper at his words, the sound genuine and needy, and grind down harder, chasing the building pressure. Your hands stay buried in his hair, pulling and tugging in time with your movements, and every little yank draws another sound from him— a low curse, a broken groan, a shaky exhale that sounds almost like a whine. He’s talking more now, the words spilling out between heavy breaths as his restraint unravels.

“You have no idea… how much I want you,” he rasps, hips bucking up to meet your grind. “Every time I’m inside you I have to hold back so I don’t sound like a fucking mess…you feel too good.”

His hands slide up under your shirt, palms hot and greedy as they roam over your bare back, then down to squeeze your ass, pulling you even tighter against him. The new angle makes his clothed cock press right against your clit with every roll, sending sharp sparks of pleasure shooting up your spine. You moan softly, real and unrestrained, and Yoongi responds with a deep, guttural sound that makes your walls clench around nothing.

“Yeah… just like that,” he murmurs, voice dropping even lower. “Let me hear you too, baby. Don’t hold back for me.” You grind faster, more desperately, the couch creaking softly beneath you both. The fabric between you is starting to feel like too much, too many layers keeping you from what you really want. Sweat is already beading along Yoongi’s hairline, his hair sticking to his forehead in messy strands. His chest rises and falls quicker now, breaths coming in short, ragged pants punctuated by those beautiful, broken groans every time you drag your hips over him just right.

You lean down and kiss him again, messy, open-mouthed, tongues sliding hotly together. He groans into the kiss, the sound vibrating against your lips as his hips jerk up involuntarily, chasing more friction. One of his hands leaves your ass to slide between your bodies, pressing firmly over your core through your pants, rubbing in tight circles that match your grinding rhythm. “God, you’re so wet already,” he mutters against your mouth, voice thick with awe and lust. “All this just from grinding on me? Fuck… I did this to you?”

You nod frantically, pulling his hair again as another needy sound escapes him. You’re loving every second of it, the way his voice is getting raspier, the way he’s starting to talk dirty in that low, gravelly tone, the way his usual quiet control is shattering because of you. “Yoongi…” you whine, grinding down hard, “I love hearing you like this. Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”

He lets out a shaky laugh that turns into a groan when you tug his hair particularly hard. His hips buck up sharply, pressing his cock right against your clit. The grinding has turned desperate, both of you breathing hard and chasing friction like you can’t get close enough. Yoongi’s hands are gripping your hips tightly, guiding every roll of your body against his, his cock rock-hard and throbbing beneath you

Then he pulls back just enough to look at you, eyes dark and glassy with lust. His voice comes out rough, almost pleading. “Ride me,” he says, the words thick and heavy. “Please, baby… I need you to ride me.”

Your heart stutters. You’ve never ridden him before. Almost every time you’ve had sex it’s been missionary— him on top, controlled and steady, quiet and composed. The idea of being on top, of taking him like this, makes nervous butterflies erupt in your stomach. But the way he’s looking at you, the raw need in his voice, the way his hands tremble slightly on your hips… you can’t say no. You nod, voice barely a whisper. “Okay… yeah.”

Relief and hunger flash across his face. Yoongi moves quickly but carefully, helping you peel off your shirt and bra, his hands warm and eager as they slide over your skin. He tugs your pants and panties down your legs, lifting you slightly so he can yank them off completely. You do the same for him, pulling his t-shirt over his head, exposing the lean, toned lines of his chest and stomach, then helping him shove his sweatpants and boxers down his thighs. His cock springs free, thick and flushed, already leaking at the tip, hard and curving slightly upward.

You’re both completely bare now, skin hot and flushed in the dim light of the living room. Yoongi leans back against the couch again, one hand wrapping around the base of his cock, holding it steady for you. His other hand rests on your thigh, thumb stroking soothing circles. You swing one leg over his lap fully, straddling him. Your hands find the back of the couch on either side of his head, gripping the cushions for balance. Slowly, you lower yourself, the head of his cock brushing against your slick folds. You’re so wet from all the grinding that it glides easily at first, but as you start to sink down, the stretch hits you.

Yoongi is big— thicker and longer than you sometimes remember in the heat of the moment. You pause halfway, breathing shakily as you adjust to his size, walls fluttering around him. The fullness is intense, almost overwhelming in this new position. A broken, needy sound escapes Yoongi the moment you start sliding down. “Fuck… oh my god,” he groans, low and guttural, head tipping back against the couch. His eyes squeeze shut for a second, lips parting as another deep moan rumbles from his chest. “You’re so tight… so fucking wet around me.”

He sounds completely gone already— pussy whipped in the best way. The usually quiet, controlled Yoongi is unraveling right beneath you, and you haven’t even taken all of him yet. You sink lower, taking another inch, and his hips twitch up instinctively. “Shit— baby, you feel incredible,” he rasps, voice strained and hoarse. His hands fly to your waist, not pushing, just holding on like he needs the anchor. “So good… taking me so well. Look at you…”

Another long, shaky groan leaves him when you finally bottom out, your ass flush against his thighs, his cock buried to the hilt inside you. His breathing is ragged now, chest rising and falling rapidly. You can feel him throbbing deep inside, hot and heavy, stretching you perfectly. “Fuck… I’ve wanted this,” he confesses, the words tumbling out between heavy breaths. “Wanted to see you on top of me like this… wanted to feel you ride me. You’re so sexy, baby. So fucking sexy.”

You stay still for a moment, hands gripping the back of the couch tightly, adjusting to the new angle and the overwhelming fullness. Every little shift of your hips makes him groan again, loud, unrestrained sounds that go straight to your core. Yoongi looks utterly wrecked already: eyes half-lidded and dark with lust, mouth open as more soft, desperate noises fall from his lips.

He’s never been this vocal, never this lost in it, and the sight of him like this— because of you—makes heat coil tight in your belly. You love it. You love how he can’t hold back the sounds anymore, how every tiny movement from you pulls another moan or curse from him. Yoongi’s hands slide up your sides, thumbs brushing the undersides of your breasts as he looks up at you with pure reverence.

“Whenever you’re ready… babe,” he murmurs, voice husky and pleading again. “Please. I need to feel you move.”

You take a shaky breath, hands gripping the back of the couch tighter as you adjust to the deep, full stretch of him inside you. Yoongi’s cock feels even bigger in this position— thick and hot, pressing against every sensitive spot with no escape. The fullness is overwhelming in the best way, sending little sparks of pleasure radiating through your core with every tiny shift of your hips. Slowly, you begin to move.

You rise up carefully, feeling every inch of him drag along your walls as you lift until only the head remains inside you. The stretch when you sink back down is incredible, slow, deliberate, and devastating. You let yourself fall fully onto his cock, taking him to the hilt in one smooth drop. A soft, breathy moan escapes your own lips at the sensation, but it’s nothing compared to the sound that rips from Yoongi. “Fuuuck…” he groans, long and deep, the word breaking at the end. His head falls back against the couch again, eyes fluttering shut as his fingers dig into your waist. “Baby… just like that. God, you feel so good sliding down on me.”

The praise makes your stomach flutter. You repeat the motion— rising slowly, savoring the drag, then letting gravity pull you back down, impaling yourself on his thick length. Each time you bottom out, his cock nudges deep inside you, pressing right against that spot that makes your thighs tremble. The wet, obscene sound of your bodies meeting fills the quiet living room, mixing with the growing chorus of his sounds.

Yoongi’s hands slide from your waist down to find yours. He laces your fingers together, gripping both of your hands firmly in his. His palms are warm and slightly sweaty, thumbs stroking over the backs of your hands in a grounding rhythm even as his breathing grows more ragged.

You hold onto him like that, hands clasped tightly as you start to find a steady pace. Up and down, rolling your hips in a smooth, sensual rhythm that has pleasure building low in your belly. Every rise lets you feel the thick drag of him leaving you, every fall lets you feel the delicious stretch as he fills you completely again. The angle is perfect; his cock rubs against your front wall with every movement, and when you grind down at the bottom of each stroke, your clit presses against his pubic bone, sending sharp bursts of ecstasy through you. Yoongi’s groans grow louder, less controlled. “Shit… yes,” he rasps, squeezing your hands harder. “Ride me just like that. You’re taking me so deep… fuck, I can feel every inch of you.”

His hips start to buck up gently to meet your downward strokes, not taking over but adding to the rhythm, driving him even deeper. The new pressure makes stars burst behind your eyelids. You both moan together, your sounds mixing with his deeper, rougher ones. He’s completely lost in it now, no longer holding anything back. “Look at you…” he breathes, voice husky and reverent. His eyes are open again, locked on where your bodies connect, watching his cock disappear inside you with every fall.

You squeeze his hands tighter, using the leverage to bounce a little harder, finding a pace that has you both seeing stars. The couch creaks softly beneath you with every movement. Sweat beads on Yoongi’s chest, making his skin glisten in the low light, he looks up at you with dark, blown-out eyes. Every time you sink down, he lets out a broken groan or a whispered curse. “Right there— fuck, baby, right there…” When you rise up slowly, dragging along his length, he whines softly, the sound so needy it makes your walls clench around him. “Don’t stop… please don’t stop.”

You’re both panting now, the pace steady but building— rising and falling, grinding at the bottom of each stroke, hands clasped tightly together like an anchor. Pleasure coils tighter and tighter in your core, the stretch and fullness combined with the new freedom of being on top making everything feel more intense. Yoongi’s sounds keep feeding your own arousal, each groan and rasp pushing you closer to the edge. He squeezes your hands again, thumbs stroking desperately over your skin. “You’re gonna make me cum if you keep going like this,” he admits, voice strained and raw. “But don’t you dare slow down… I want to feel you fall apart on me first.”

You lean down slightly, lips brushing near his ear as you breathe out, voice soft but teasing, “Just like that, baby?” The words have an immediate effect. Yoongi’s eyes snap open wider, a low, guttural growl rumbling from deep in his chest. The sound is primal, nothing like the quiet grunts you’re used to. His fingers tighten around yours for a second before he suddenly releases your hands. Instead, his palms slide down to grip your hips firmly, fingers digging into the soft flesh with clear intent.

“Fuck yes… just like that,” he growls, voice rough and strained.

Before you can react, he plants his feet on the floor and starts thrusting up into you from below. The change is sudden and powerful— his hips snapping upward hard, driving his cock deep inside you with each powerful stroke. The new pace makes you bounce on his lap, breasts jiggling with every impact. The wet slap of skin against skin grows louder, echoing in the living room as he pounds into you relentlessly. You gasp sharply, hands flying to the back of the couch again for balance as he fucks you from below. Each thrust is deep and precise, the head of his cock hitting that perfect spot inside you over and over. The stretch feels even more intense now, your walls clenching around him with every forceful plunge.

Emboldened by his reaction, you keep talking, voice breaking with every hard thrust. “How does my pussy feel?” you ask breathlessly, the dirty words spilling out before you can overthink them. “Tell me, Yoongi… does it feel good?”

Another deep, animalistic growl tears from his throat. His grip on your hips tightens almost bruisingly as he pulls you down to meet his upward thrusts, impaling you harder on his cock. The pace turns punishing— fast, deep, desperate. The couch creaks loudly beneath you both from the force of his movements. “So fucking good,” he snarls, voice low and gravelly, eyes locked on yours with raw hunger. “Your pussy is so tight… so wet… sucking me in like it was made for me. Fuck— I’ve never felt anything this good.”

He punctuates his words with sharper thrusts, hips snapping up brutally. Each powerful stroke makes your head spin, pleasure crashing through you in waves. You can feel how deep he is, how perfectly he fills you, the slick sounds growing wetter and messier as you drip around his cock.

Yoongi’s breathing is ragged, mixed with constant growls and broken moans. “Keep talking to me, baby,” he demands, voice hoarse. “Tell me more… I want to hear you.”

You moan loudly, the sound genuine and unrestrained as he continues pounding into you from below. His hands guide your hips to meet his thrusts, the rhythm relentless. Sweat slicks both of your skins, making your bodies slide together hotly. His hair is completely damp now, sticking to his forehead, and his face is flushed with exertion and lust. You ride the wave of his thrusts, letting him take control from below while you still set the angle. “You’re so deep like this,” you gasp, voice trembling. “I can feel you everywhere… you’re gonna make me cum if you keep fucking me like this.”

Yoongi lets out another feral growl, hips stuttering for a moment before he doubles down, thrusting even harder. One of his hands slides from your hip to your ass, squeezing hard as he pulls you down onto his cock with every upward snap.

“Yeah? You like when I pound into you like this?” he rasps, eyes dark and wild. “My baby talking dirty now… fuck, it’s driving me insane.” The new dynamic has you both spiraling, your words pulling more sounds and filthy confessions from him, his powerful thrusts from below making stars explode behind your eyes. The pleasure is building fast and intense, your walls fluttering around his thick length with every brutal stroke. Yoongi looks completely lost in you, growling and groaning with every thrust, no longer holding back even a single sound.

Yoongi’s grip on your ass is bruising as he uses it for leverage, pulling you down onto his cock with every powerful upward thrust. He’s pounding into you from below with relentless force now, hips snapping up hard and fast, driving his thick length deep inside you over and over. The wet, filthy sound of skin slapping against skin fills the living room, mixing with his low, animalistic growls and your broken moans.

One of his hands stays firmly on your ass, squeezing and spreading you as he fucks up into you, while the other slides up your back, fingers digging into your skin. Every brutal stroke hits that perfect spot inside you, the angle making his cock rub against your front wall relentlessly. Pleasure coils tighter and tighter in your core, winding like a spring ready to snap. “Yoongi—fuck, I’m—” Your voice breaks as the orgasm crashes over you without warning.

Your entire body jolts violently on top of him. Your walls clamp down hard around his cock, pulsing and fluttering as waves of intense pleasure rip through you. Your thighs shake uncontrollably, toes curling, back arching sharply as you cry out. Bright sparks explode behind your eyelids. You grind down desperately against him, riding out every pulse, your slickness gushing around his length as you cum hard on his cock.

Yoongi groans loudly at the feeling, a deep, wrecked sound that vibrates through his chest, but he doesn’t let himself follow you over the edge. His thrusts slow just enough to help you ride it out, but his cock stays rock-hard and throbbing inside you, denying his own release.

The moment your shaking starts to ease, he moves.

In one swift, fluid motion, Yoongi pulls out of you, leaving you feeling devastatingly empty. You barely have time to whimper at the loss before he’s manhandling you with surprising strength. He flips you over the arm of the couch, bending you forward so your chest and stomach press against the soft cushions while your ass is raised high for him. Your knees sink into the seat, legs spread wide.

You gasp sharply as he grabs both of your arms, pulling them behind your back and pinning them there with one strong hand. The position leaves you completely exposed and at his mercy, breasts squished against the couch, cheek resting on the cushion.

Yoongi doesn’t give you a second to adjust.

He slams back into you in one hard, deep thrust, burying his cock to the hilt in your still-spasming pussy. The new angle is even deeper, stretching you wide and making your eyes roll back. A loud, broken moan tears from your throat at the sudden fullness. Then he starts fucking you hard and fast. His hips snap forward with brutal precision, pounding into you from behind like he’s lost all control. The sound of his pelvis slapping against your ass is loud and obscene, echoing through the room. Each powerful thrust rocks your entire body forward, the arm of the couch digging into your stomach as he rails you relentlessly.

“Fuck— yes,” he growls, voice rough and feral. His free hand grips your hip tightly, using it as leverage to pull you back onto his cock with every stroke. “This is what you wanted, isn’t it? Me losing control… fucking you like this.”

You love it. You love every second of it.

The way he has your arms pinned behind your back makes you feel deliciously helpless, completely owned by him. Every hard thrust sends fresh sparks of pleasure shooting through you, your sensitive walls still fluttering from your orgasm. The new position hits even deeper, his cock dragging along every sensitive spot inside you. You’re moaning loudly, unrestrained, pushing your ass back to meet his thrusts as much as you can in this trapped position.

Yoongi’s sounds are constant now— deep, guttural growls, broken groans, and filthy words spilling from his lips with every slam of his hips. “God, your pussy is gripping me so tight,” he rasps, pounding harder. “So fucking wet… you came so hard on me and you’re still this greedy for more?”

He leans over you, chest pressing against your back, lips brushing your ear as he fucks you even faster, building another orgasm dangerously quickly. You’re trembling, moaning into the cushion, completely lost in the overwhelming pleasure of being taken so roughly, so desperately by him. Yoongi’s pace never falters— hard, fast, deep, his hand keeping your arms securely pinned while he claims you completely.

Yoongi is fucking you so hard that the entire couch shifts beneath you with every brutal thrust.

Your arms are still pinned behind your back by his strong grip, your body bent helplessly over the arm of the couch as he rails into you from behind. Each powerful snap of his hips drives his thick cock impossibly deep, the wet, obscene slap of skin against skin echoing loudly in the room. Your pussy is soaked, fluttering and clenching around him with every stroke, still sensitive from your first orgasm. The overwhelming pleasure has tipped over into something almost too intense — your moans have turned into broken sobs, tears leaking from the corners of your eyes as your body jolts forward with every thrust.

“Fuck… you’re taking me so well,” Yoongi growls, voice rough and strained, but he doesn’t slow down. His hips piston into you relentlessly, the head of his cock dragging against that perfect spot inside you over and over. “Look at you… sobbing on my cock. So fucking pretty.”

He leans closer, chest pressed hot against your back, lips brushing your ear as he keeps pounding into you. “Tell me, baby… whose pussy is this?”

You can barely form words through the sobs and moans tearing from your throat. Every hard thrust knocks the breath out of you, making your voice come out shaky and wrecked. “It’s yours,” you sob, the words breaking apart. “It’s yours… only yours, Yoongi— ahh!”

The moment the confession leaves your lips, his free hand comes down hard on your ass in a sharp smack. The sting blooms hot across your skin, making you cry out louder. He doesn’t stop there, smack after smack lands on your ass, alternating cheeks, each one timed perfectly with a deep thrust. The pain mixes deliciously with the pleasure, sending sparks shooting straight to your core.

Your ass burns under his palm, but you push back against him desperately, craving more. You’re losing yourself completely— mind hazy, body trembling, tears streaming down your face as he claims you so thoroughly. Yoongi growls in approval, landing one particularly hard smack that makes your whole body jolt. “That’s right. This pussy is mine. Only mine. No one else gets to feel how tight and wet you get.”

Then he releases your arms only to slide his hand up and fist tightly into your hair. He yanks your head back firmly, arching your back deeper as he slams into you over and over and over. The angle is devastating — his cock drives even deeper, pounding that sensitive spot with brutal precision. The pull on your scalp sends fresh waves of pleasure-pain through you, making your sobs turn into high, broken whimpers.

“Fuck—yes, just like that,” he snarls, hips snapping relentlessly. “Take it. Take every fucking inch.”

You’re completely lost now, body shaking violently as another orgasm builds fast and unstoppable. Your walls flutter wildly around his cock, clenching down hard as the pleasure crests.

“I’m— I’m cumming— Yoongi!” you sob loudly, the words dissolving into a broken cry.

Your second orgasm hits you even harder than the first. Your entire body convulses, pussy spasming and gushing around his thick length as waves of intense ecstasy crash through you. Your thighs shake uncontrollably, vision blurring with tears, sobs tearing from your throat as you cum hard on his cock, soaking him and the couch beneath you.

Yoongi follows right behind you.

A deep, trembling groan rips from his chest as his hips stutter. He slams into you one final time, burying himself to the hilt as he cums hard, thick ropes of hot cum spilling deep inside you. His whole body trembles against your back, muscles locking up as he pulses and fills you completely. Low, broken sounds keep falling from his lips— raw, unrestrained groans and shaky curses as he rides out his orgasm, hips grinding shallowly against your ass to push every last drop into you.

For a long moment, the only sounds in the room are your combined heavy breathing and soft, lingering whimpers. Yoongi’s grip on your hair loosens gently, his hand sliding down to stroke your back soothingly even as his cock continues to twitch inside you. His body is still trembling slightly against yours, sweat-slicked chest pressed to your back, heart hammering wildly.

He stays buried deep, both of you panting and shaking in the aftermath, the intensity of what just happened hanging heavy and electric in the air. His chest is still pressed to your back, heart pounding wildly against your skin. Then, slowly and carefully, he pulls out of you with a wet, slick sound. A soft whimper escapes your lips at the sudden emptiness and the gush of his cum that immediately starts leaking down your thighs.

Your body gives out completely.

You slump forward against the arm of the couch, completely spent, limbs heavy and boneless. Your cheek presses into the soft cushion, chest heaving as you try to catch your breath. Every muscle feels deliciously used— your thighs still quivering, your ass warm and stinging from his smacks, your pussy pulsing with the aftershocks of two intense orgasms. Tears of overwhelming pleasure still cling to your lashes, and your breathing comes in shaky, ragged gasps.

You hear Yoongi move behind you, his footsteps soft on the floor. He disappears for a moment, then returns with a warm, damp cloth. Gently, almost reverently, he cleans you up — wiping away the mess of your combined releases from between your thighs, along your folds, and down your legs with careful strokes. His touch is soothing now, completely different from the rough way he’d handled you just minutes ago. The warm cloth feels heavenly against your overheated skin.

When he’s done, he helps you shift off the arm of the couch and onto the cushions properly. You curl onto your side, still breathing hard, body limp and glowing. Yoongi grabs the glass of water from earlier (the one that had been forgotten on the coffee table) and refills it in the kitchen before coming back. He sits on the edge of the couch and carefully helps you sit up just enough to take a few slow sips. The cool water slides down your throat, soothing and refreshing.

You look up at him through heavy-lidded eyes as he sets the glass aside. Yoongi’s hair is a complete mess, damp strands sticking to his forehead. His cheeks are still flushed, chest rising and falling with deep breaths, but his expression has softened completely— those sharp eyes now warm and full of affection as he looks at you. “That was…” you start, voice hoarse and wrecked from all the moaning and sobbing. You swallow, a small, tired smile tugging at your lips. “That was the best sex I’ve ever had in my entire life.”

Yoongi lets out a soft, breathless laugh, the sound low and warm. He leans down and presses a tender kiss to your forehead, then to the tip of your nose, and finally to your lips— slow, gentle, and full of love. His hand cups your cheek, thumb brushing away the last traces of tears. “Yeah,” he murmurs against your mouth, voice still a little raspy. “Me too, baby. Best I’ve ever had. Hands down.”

He kisses you again, deeper this time but still so tender, lips moving softly against yours like he’s pouring every ounce of his feelings into it. When he pulls back, he rests his forehead against yours, eyes closed for a moment as he savors the closeness.

“I love you,” he whispers, the words quiet but heavy with meaning. “So much. And I’m sorry I held back for so long. I never want you to doubt how crazy you make me… how much you affect me.”

You smile tiredly, reaching up to thread your fingers through his messy hair. “I love you too. And I’m glad you finally let go. It was… everything.” Yoongi hums softly in agreement, shifting so he can lie down on the couch and pull you into his arms. He tucks you against his chest, one arm wrapped securely around your waist while his other hand strokes slow, soothing patterns up and down your back. His skin is still warm, heart beating steady beneath your ear now that the intensity has faded.

The living room is quiet again, the TV long forgotten, only the sound of your slowing breaths and the faint hum of the apartment filling the space. You feel safe, cherished, and thoroughly satisfied— the earlier insecurities completely washed away by the way he just proved exactly how much you mean to him. Yoongi presses another soft kiss to the top of your head, holding you close as you both come down together, bodies tangled and hearts even closer.

he possessed an innate ability to make you laugh, a deep, rumbling chuckle of his own pulling you back to earth whenever sadness became too heavy a weight to bear.

he took pride in pampering you, routinely standing over the stove to cook your absolute favorite meals from scratch, and always surprising you with the little things you loved just to see your eyes light up.

so when your best friend called after what felt like an absolute eternity, you naturally had to fill her in on every single detail of your life. she had only ever met him once, a brief and slightly chaotic introduction right after the two of you had officially started going out together, and she’d been practically begging for a proper update ever since.

the conversation started off normal enough, a flurry of catching up and exchanging casual life updates, but the comfortable rhythm didn't last long before she slyly guided the topic exactly where you knew it would inevitably go.

"so... what about... you know... " your friend said, trailing off suggestively as her voice dropped into a whisper. you could practically imagine her smirking behind the screen.

"what about what ?" you asked, a small smile already tugging at your lips as you settled yourself into the quiet corner of the hallway.

your best friend heaved a sigh, knowing very well that she would have to spell it out for you.

"what about his dick game, babes ? i mean, let's be real — the man literally looked like he'd fuck the living daylight out of you." she giggling slyly.

oh god, this woman —

a fierce, instant blush creeped up your neck as you recalled your first time with changbin. your mind immediately drifted back to that night — the soft glow of the lamp, the quiet hum of the room, and the way his massive, heavily muscled frame had hovered over yours with an almost impossible lightness. he was so soft, treating you as if you were precious, handling you with utmost care, with all the gentleness you deserved.

you remembered his large, calloused hands tracking down your sides with a touch so gentle it made you ache, his deep voice whispering sweet, reverent promises against your skin as he slowly made love to you.

and that's how it had been every single time since. changbin made soft love with you, anchoring you with his affection, and you loved him for it.

"honestly ? it's not like that at all," you laughed softly, leaning your head back against the wall as the warmth in your cheeks deepened. "he’s actually incredibly sweet with me. so gentle and attentive. he treats me like i'm the most precious thing in the world, always taking his sweet time."

"seriously ?" she gasped, a playful, high-pitched laugh filtering through the line. "i mean, that's adorable and you totally deserve it." then she sing songed "but look at the size of him. he looks like the type who would just completely pin you down, lock you in place, and take absolute control, and you're telling me he's just a big softie ?"

your throat suddenly went completely dry.

you had always adored how tenderly he handled you, but her unfiltered words instantly sparked a vivid, flashing image in your mind that you had genuinely never considered before.

changbin... using his actual strength.

changbin... totally dominating the space

changbin... letting go of his tight restraint, and locking you down helplessly under his heavy weight.

a sudden, heavy wave of heat pooled low in your stomach, making your thighs press together instinctively.

"i mean — yeah, he really is a softie," you murmured, your voice dropping a little as your eyes drifted toward the kitchen doorway.

you bit your lower lip, watching his massive silhouette through the frame. "i never really thought about him like that. he’s just always so careful because he loves me. but — hearing you say it, god — that actually sounds... really good."

"right ? trust me, there is no way a guy built like that doesn't know exactly how to take charge," she teased, clearly enjoying the breathless hitch in your reaction.

"anyway, babes, i've gotta run — let's catch up in person soon ! i'll get you those chocolates you love."

"i'll hold you onto that ! " you giggled, "let's meet soon, babes." you spoke, lowering the phone but keeping it pressed tight against your chest as you hung up.

your heart was hammering a frantic, erratic rhythm against your ribs. you adored his sweetness — it was your favorite thing about him — but now that the image of a dominant, unyielding changbin was planted in your head, it refused to leave.

it was hot, intoxicating, and it made you crave something you hadn't even realized you were missing. you wanted to see that side of him. you wanted to know what it felt like to completely lose control to him.

you slowly walked over to the kitchen threshold, leaning your shoulder against the wooden frame to watch him finish up dinner.

changbin was standing by the stove, his back completely turned to you. he was wearing a simple, fitted black tank top — an absolute crime of a shirt that did nothing to hide the sheer breadth of his shoulders, or the thick heavy taper of his waist.

every time he moved, the dense muscle of his back shifted beautifully under the fabric, his heavy biceps flexing with the slightest movement. he was pure, raw power, built like a brick wall and capable of easily lifting you with a single hand.

but as you stood there taking him in, you noticed the rhythm of his cooking had completely stopped.

his large hands were resting flat on the counter, and those wide shoulders were locked tight. a sharp, undeniable line of tension ran straight down his spine.

the warm, crinkling smile that always softened his fierce silhouette was completely missing. instead, his jaw was set so hard a muscle ticked in his cheek, and his dark eyes were hooded, fixed entirely on yours with a heavy, dangerous intensity you had never seen directed at you before. it made your chest tighten instantly, your breath catching in your throat.

"binnie ?" you asked softly, a sudden flutter of nerves mixing with the deep, heavy ache in your belly. "is everything okay ?"

slowly, deliberately, he turned around.

he didn't say a word. he just reached down and slowly clicked the stove knob off, cutting the low hum of the flame. the sudden silence in the apartment made your pulse spike.

he took one slow, heavy step toward you, then another, his massive frame completely crowding your vision as he shut down the remaining distance between you until he was looming over you.

"who was that on the phone baby ?" his voice dropped an octave, a low, gravelly rumble so deep it vibrated straight against your ribs.

"just... my best friend," you breathed, your spine pressing flush against the doorframe as he stepped directly into your personal space, his heat radiating off him in waves.

"and what exactly is it that sounds so good ?" changbin didn't touch you yet, but his massive shadow completely buried you against the wall.

his gaze dropped to your lips, tracking the way they parted as you gasped, then locked back onto your eyes, fierce and unblinking. "something about me pinning you down ? wanting to see me take control ?"

a fierce rush of blood turned your cheeks completely crimson. he had heard every single word.

"i was just talking to her, i didn't think —"

"you think i don't want to ?" he cut you off, his voice dropping even lower, rough, dominant, and commanding. he finally reached out, his thick, calloused fingers gripping your chin with an absolute authority that forced your head back, making you look directly into his dark gaze.

"i spend every single second with you keeping my hands light because i love you so much. i play nice and hold myself back because you're the most precious thing in the world to me. but if you're standing out there admitting that you want me to take charge..."

his thumb pressed firmly against your lower lip, forcing your mouth open slightly as his eyes darkened completely, stripping away the gentle boyfriend act entirely. "if you're ready to see that side of me, princess, you better be ready for the weight of it."

before you could even draw a breath to reply, changbin’s hands slid down, locking like iron bands right beneath your thighs. with one sharp, effortless pull, he hoisted you completely off the kitchen floor. you gasped, your hands flying to his broad shoulders as your legs instinctively caught around his thick waist.

he slammed your back hard against the hallway wall, his dense chest pressing you so hard into the plaster you could feel the heavy, erratic thud of his heart matching your own.

"changbin—"

"quiet," he muttered, nipping fiercely at your bottom lip, a sharp, possessive bite that had you whining against his mouth. his large fingers dug deep into the flesh of your thighs, anchoring you firmly against his hips so you could feel the rigid proof of how much he wanted you.

"you wanted to see what it's like when i take control. you got it. from right now, you don't get to ask me to slow down, and you don't get a break. you're entirely mine tonight. understand ?"

you could only nod, your fingers clutching blindly at the fabric of his tank top, completely consumed by the heavy, dominant heat radiating off him. a slow, satisfied smirk broke the hard line of his face as he carried you effortlessly down the dark hall toward the bedroom.

changbin placed you on the bed, the mattress bouncing under you as you found him looking at you. his eyes still carried the same love for you, just dipped in a need that had surfaced after hearing those words falling from your lips.

he had heard you whispering under your breath, as if the mere thought had your brain reeling.

"pin m-me down.... t-take absolute control ?"

and hearing you say those words ? it had already altered his brain chemistry.

his pretty pillow princess wanted to be pinned down ? wanted to be dominated ? wanted to be controlled ?

oh, he could absolutely do that for you.

before you could process any movement, your legs are splayed wide open and in between them, sat kneeling your boyfriend.

"you wanted to be controlled ? you'll get what you ask for princess."

as your dress got hiked up, changbin pulled your panties aside and in an instant, two thick fingers filled your pussy. a loud, broken gasp tore from your throat, your back instantly arching off the sheets.

it was so sudden. so thick.

you weren't used to him being this blunt, this heavy, and the sheer fullness of him stretching you open made your mind go completely blank. your hands flew straight to his chest, fingers twisting into his black tank top just to stay grounded.

"changbin, h-ha..." you breathed out, your hips shuddering completely against his knuckles.

"fuck — soaking f'me baby ? didn't know princess wanted to lose control that bad — just lay pretty for me now hm ? i'm gonna take so good care of you."

he didn't even give you time to answer. his other hand came down flat against your stomach, his heavy palm anchoring you down into the mattress. he didn't lean away — he loomed right over you, his broad chest blocking out the entire bedroom, trapping you completely under his massive frame.

then, he started to move.

he pushed his fingers in deep, curling them hard against your sweet spot with a relentless, heavy rhythm. you let out a high whine, your heels digging into the mattress as you tried to move with him, but his grip on your waist tightened, locking you completely in place. he was a literal wall of muscle between your thighs, utterly unbothered by how much you were trembling beneath him.

"look at you," changbin rumbled, his voice dropping into that dark, gravelly register that made your core clench. his eyes were hooded, fixed entirely on your face as he watched your cheeks flush, your lips part, and your eyes flutter shut. "so tight for me. you love this, don't you ?"

"y-yes... bin, please," you whimpered, completely helpless against the friction, the heavy ache inside you building so fast it was making your vision blur.

"i'm not letting you go yet," he whispered, leaning down until his lips brushed the sensitive skin of your neck, his fingers driving into you faster, harder, completely overriding your senses. "you wanted absolute control, princess. now just stay still and take it for me."

you clawed onto his thick biceps, completely drunk on the pleasure of this new persona of his. but there was one thing you were still craving. his cock.

"bin — fuck please — nghhh"

changbin curled his fingers deep, his fingertips directly kissing the spongy part in your sopping pussy, cupping it in place making you squirm helplessly against his heavy hand.

"what princess ? you saying something ?"

"mmmpf fuck bin — n-need your cock — p-please baby"

"as you wish princess," he said.

his clothes were quickly forgotten, discarded blindly in the dark room until he stood between your legs again. the thick mushroom tip of his cock slightly nestled between your puffy folds, twitching against your heat.

"you wanted to be pinned, princess ? now take it like a good girl, hm ?"

changbin's hands came down, locking like iron bands around your wrists and pinning them securely above your head, completely trapping you beneath him. before you could even catch your breath, he thrust his cock into you in one full go.

jesus fucking christ.

you were so full, every single nerve of yours screaming his name. the feeling was entirely too overwhelming, a pure, stretching ache that completely shattered your mind. he was buried right up to the hilt, the blunt tip kissing your cervix as you arching your back off the sheets.

"ahhh! f-fuck, bin—ngh-ahhh... yes, right there!" you screamed out, a loud, breathless moan tearing from your throat, your toes curling tight into the mattress.

"fuck, you're so warm," changbin groaned, his voice dropping into a rough, feral rumble as he held your wrists down harder, his massive frame heaving against yours.

the heavy, unyielding weight of him came down fully, burying you beneath his chest as he began to move. there was no hesitation this time, no holding back. changbin held your wrists pinned tight above your head, his thick fingers locking you down effortlessly as he pulled back and drove right back into you, hard and deep.

the bed frame groaned against the wall with the sudden, bruising force of his first real thrust.

he was absolutely railing you into the mattress, a relentless, heavy rhythm that had your hips shaking and your head banging back into the pillows with every single strike. he was pure, dense power, his massive thighs crashing against yours with a loud, wet smack that echoed through the quiet bedroom.

his cock drove into you again.

and again.

and again.

it was a brutal, unyielding pace, stretching you out completely until each of his thick veins was deeply imprinted on your gummy walls. the friction was intense, a white-hot spark traveling straight from your core to your brain.

"oh fuck... mmmh, b-bin —" you broke apart under him, your head tossing wildly on the pillow as you tried to swallow the thick wave of heat rolling over you. "too much, it's — nghh — too good..."

"look at me," changbin growled, a low, demanding rumble against your ear that had your eyes flying open. his face was flushed, his jaw tight, but his gaze was still dripping with that same fierce affection. he leaned down, pressing a hard, possessive kiss to your lips before drawing back to look deep into your eyes. "look at me, princess. you are whose tonight, hm ? tell me."

"y-yours... ah ! fuck, i'm yours !"

"damn right," he groaned, his eyes darkening as he gripped your wrists even tighter, pinning them flush against the headboard while he threw his weight into another brutal, deep thrust that hit your sweet spot perfectly.

you let out a loud, shattered moan, your entire body trembling as he completely took over your senses, driving you straight to heaven.

he was fucking you so well, so incredibly hard, but even in the middle of the rough, bruising pace, his touch carried that undeniable soft-dom care. his chest rubbed against yours, his large body completely enveloping you, protecting you from the very pace he was creating between your legs.

"you're mine, yea ? my pretty princess," changbin whispered roughly, his breath hot and ragged against your neck as he nipped at your pulse point, his hips never slowing down for a single second. "i've wanted you like this for so long. take it all for me, baby. just take it."

he didn't give you a single second to recover. his hips kept pounding into yours, a steady, punishing heat that had your inner muscles clamping around him in tight, desperate waves. he kept your arms locked up high, using his absolute physical dominance to set the pace, making sure you felt every single ounce of his massive frame.

he was completely taking control, pinning you down so hard you couldn't move an inch, forcing you to just lay pretty and absorb the sheer size of him. you were right on the edge, your whole body wound up so tight it ached, completely helpless under the weight of his relentless thrusts.

"bin — i'm gonna... f'fuck, i'm crashing," you sobbed out, your fingers clutching blindly at the sheets as your hips tilted up instinctively, begging for that final push.

"cum for me, princess, drench my cock." he commanded, his voice raw and completely frayed.

he picked up the pace, his thick thighs slamming into yours even harder, driving deep and fast into your slick heat. that was the breaking point. your core clenched around him violently as a massive, blinding orgasm tore through you. you screamed his name, your eyes rolling back as your entire body shook with the release, your inner walls squeezing him in tight, rhythmic spasms.

hearing you shatter under him was exactly what pushed him over. changbin let out a deep, guttural growl, his muscles locking tight as he drove inside you one last time, burying himself to the absolute hilt. his head buried into the crook of your neck, his chest heaving violently as he filled you completely, his own release hitting him so hard his whole massive frame trembled against yours.

he stayed there for a long moment, buried deep inside you, his heartbeat hammering a frantic rhythm right against your chest as the aftershocks slowly rippled through both of you.

finally, he let out a long, ragged breath and eased himself down, pulling out of you with a soft grunt and collapsing onto the mattress right beside you. the heavy, intense friction was gone, leaving your body tingling and completely spent as you both tried to catch your breath in the quiet room.

changbin rolled onto his side, tugging you close until your back was flush against his chest. his big arms wrapped tightly around your waist, pulling you into his warmth as he pressed a soft, lingering kiss to the back of your neck. all that heavy, dominant energy had completely vanished, replaced by the familiar, sweet boyfriend who just wanted to hold you.

he rubbed his hand up and down your side, his touch gentle as he looked down at your dazed face. a lazy, playful smirk tugged at his lips.

"so what next ? you want to be manhandled ?"

well, that does sound nice, doesn't it ?

kysa's note: here with the first bin fic and i became very passionate about this (edited this too many times so i'm just finally putting it out) lemme know what you think about it, xoxo !

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it had all started with the way he’d leaned over you at the dinner table just to grab a glass, lingering long enough for his chest to brush your shoulder, or the way he kept whispering those low, suggestive critiques directly into your ear.

he had been poking at your patience all night, a silent game to see how long you'll last until you snap — and by the time you finally reached the car, you were wound tighter than a spring. you were pissed, fueled by the sheer frustration of him being so composed while you were a mess and proceeding to do nothing about it. so when he reached over with that sweet little reminder to put your seatbelt on, you hit your limit.

"fuck you !"

the words were out before you could even think of filtering them. you looked at him, eyes narrowed, the words sharp enough to cut through the heavy tension in the car. it was meant to be a bite, a way to reclaim some ground after he had spent the last four hours dismantling your composure with nothing but lingering stares and those comments only you could hear.

minho didn’t flinch.

he didn’t even look surprised.

instead, he let out a short, dry laugh that sounded more like a huff of air, his grip tightening just a fraction on the steering wheel. he kept his eyes on the road, the rhythmic sweep of the wipers the only sound filling the silence your outburst left behind.

"is that an invitation ?"

he asked, his tone deceptively light, though the way his jaw flexed told a different story.

h-how dare he —

you went to snap back, but the retort died in your throat as he shifted to look at you properly. the teasing smirk was gone. in its place was that focused, heavy expression that always made your heart do a frantic double-tap against your ribs.

the teasing smirk he had donned all night was gone. in its place was that focused, heavy expression that always made your heart do a frantic double-tap against your ribs.

"because i was just thinking about your safety," he murmured, leaning over the center console until he was deep in your personal space, the scent of his skin suddenly everywhere. "but if you’d rather spend the rest of the drive being difficult, i can think of much better ways to keep you occupied."

minho reached out, his fingers grazing the skin of your neck as he grabbed the seatbelt again, pulling it across you slowly — deliberately — until the metal tab clicked into the lock by your hip. he didn't pull away immediately, staying close enough that you could feel the warmth of his breath against your cheek.

"now," he whispered, his eyes dropping to your mouth for one excruciating second. "do you want to try saying that again ?"

you should have stopped.

you should have just looked away.

but the way his eyes were darkening was like a dare you couldn't pass up. you tilted your chin, meeting his gaze with a stubborn heat.

"i said, fuck. you."

the shift was instant. minho didn't move his face, but his hand slid down from the belt, his palm heavy and warm as it settled on your thighs. you could feel your heartbeat racing as his fingers grazed the skin near the hem of your skirt.

"careful," he murmured, his thumb moving in a slow, punishing circle that made your breath hitch curl. "you're acting like you want me to do exactly that right here in the front seat."

instead of pulling his hand away, minho shifted the car into gear with his free hand, the engine purring as he began to pull out of the lot. his eyes moved to the road, but his grip stayed firm, his palm hot against your skin as he drove with one hand, leaving you breathless pinned under his touch for the ride home.

as the car turned onto the main road, minho's fingers slid higher, hooking under the hem of your skirt. you let out a choked sound, your thighs clamping together instinctively, but he only pressed harder, his knuckles grazing the sensitive heat of your inner thigh.

"minho," you breathed, a warning that ended up sounding more like a plea.

he didn't look at you. he just tightened his grip on the wheel, the speedometer climbing. his thumb found the lace of your underwear, dragging across it with a slow, agonizing friction that made your head roll back against the headrest.

"i'm driving," he reminded you, his voice a low, rough rasp that vibrated in your chest. "and you need to learn to behave, princess."

he glanced at you then, a sharp, dark flash of gold in his eyes as he pressed two fingers firmly against your center.

you whimpered, instinctively arching into his touch despite trying to keep your wall up, the friction sending a jagged spark of heat straight to your core. but as soon as you leaned in, he pulled away. the sudden cold was jarring, leaving you suspended and aching, your mouth falling open to ask — to beg — for him to come back.

before you could get a word out, his hand was back, but not to soothe. he reached over and flipped the fabric of your skirt up in one clean motion, exposing you to the cool air of the cabin and the intermittent flashes of passing streetlights.

the dark, damp patch blooming against the silk of your panties was impossible to miss.

"this is your punishment, isn't it ?" he chuckled, the sound dark and knowing. "i'm just being a gentleman, and you decided to get this wet?"

he didn't wait for an answer. he hooked a finger into the side of your underwear, tugging the fabric and the string of glistening slick to the side. his gaze remained fixed on the road, his profile sharp and unforgiving, but his hand was busy.

without warning, he landed a soft, stinging smack right against your heat.

the contact jolted you, his palm connecting squarely with your swollen clit. a sharp gasp caught in your throat, your hips jumping off the seat as the sensation flooded your nerves.

"you're gonna be a brat, hm ?" he murmured, his thumb now finding that sensitive peak and pinning it down with a heavy, steady pressure. "when i take such good care of you ? can't take a little teasing when you've been testing me all night ?"

he increased the speed of the car, the engine's hum matching the frantic thrumming between your legs.

"hands back on the headrest," he commanded, his voice dropping to a low, dangerous frequency. "i want to see exactly how much of a mess you are while i finish this drive."

your fingers scrambled for purchase on the headrest behind you, nails digging in as he applied a rhythmic, punishing pressure with his thumb. the interior of the car felt like a furnace now, the scent of your own arousal mixing with the leather and the rain.

"minho, please —"

"please what ?" he countered, his voice smooth as silk but twice as sharp. he didn't even look over, navigating a turn with effortless precision while his hand stayed anchored between your thighs. "you had so much to say five minutes ago. where’s all that energy now ?"

he shifted his weight, his fingers sliding deeper into the folds of your pussy, dragging that trail of slick higher. he was relentless, his touch a perfect contradiction — firm enough to bruise but light enough to keep you on the agonizing edge of a cliff.

every time the car accelerated, he pressed harder, mirroring the momentum of the engine.

"look at you," he mused, a dark smirk finally tugging at the corner of his mouth as he caught your reflection in the rearview mirror. your head was thrown back, throat exposed, chest heaving against the constraint of the seatbelt he’d so "thoughtfully" fastened for you.

"so loud for someone who wanted to be difficult."

he suddenly pulled his hand away entirely, the loss of contact making you whimper out loud, a pathetic, broken sound that filled the cabin. your hips followed his retreating hand — a silent, desperate plea for him to finish what he started.

"don't move," he commanded, his voice dropping into that dangerous register that made your skin prickle. "if you're going to be a brat, you're going to have to sit there and take what i give."

he didn't look at you as he spoke, his gaze fixed on the road. "take them off. now."

your heart was hammering against your ribs. with shaking fingers, you fumbled under your skirt, sliding the damp silk down until you could kick them onto the floorboards. the cool air hitting your wet skin made you shiver, the vulnerability of being bare under your skirt while he sat there so composed making your head spin.

minho reached over, his hand finding your thigh again. he moved slowly, his fingers parting your folds with agonizing care, tracing the rim of your pussy hole until you were twisting in your seat. then, without a word of warning, he buried two fingers deep inside you in one heavy thrust.

you gasped, your back arching off the leather, but the seatbelt held you tight, the strap digging into your chest and pinning you right onto his hand. it felt incredible — the restriction of the belt keeping you from escaping the depth of him.

he looked so hot, one hand casually on the steering wheel, his jaw clenching as he felt how sopping you were.

"fuck, min... just like that," you groaned, your head lolling back. "m'so full — nghhh."

"you like that ? being stretched for me ?" he grumbled, the sound dark and satisfied. he began to curl his fingers, hooking them inside you. "touch yourself. i want to see you do it while i’m inside you."

you obeyed instantly, your thumb rubbing frantically against your clit. your walls were fluttering around his fingers, desperate and tight. "fuckfuckfuck — minho please..."

"legs up," he ordered. "on the dash. spread them wide for me."

as you hitched your legs up, opening yourself completely, you saw he’d rolled his sleeve up. his forearm was decorated with veins that flexed with every movement. the sight of his strong arm disappearing between your thighs made your stomach flip.

the car slowed at a red light. he turned his head, watching you properly, his fingers never stopping. the tension was building into something unbearable. you were whining, small whimpers escaping with every breath. "mhmmm, nghh... it's too much..."

"it's exactly enough," he whispered.

suddenly, he shoved a third finger in, stretching you to your limit before he went fast — snap, snap, snap — against your g-spot.

the world narrowed. you lost it, your body seizing as you squirted, the heat bursting out of you in a frantic, pulsing spray. you watched, wide-eyed and breathless, as the juices splattered across his hand and soaked into the dark fabric of his rolled-up sleeve.

minho’s eyes blew wide, a low, guttural growl escaping his throat as he felt the sheer volume of you. he didn't pull away; he watched the liquid glisten on his skin with a look of pure, primal pride. his grip on the steering wheel was white-knuckled, his breath coming in heavy, jagged sync with yours.

"fuck," he hissed, his thumb catching a stray drop of you from his wrist and bringing it to his lips. "look what you did to my shirt."

he looked at your flushed, wrecked face, a dark smirk returning.

"good girl," he murmured, his fingers giving one last, possessive squeeze inside you. "i think you've learned your lesson for tonight."

the light turned green, and he shifted back into gear, his hand staying heavy and soaked between your thighs for the rest of the drive.

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you had an adamant rule that you weren’t allowed to have favourites, as it went against every moral code in your heart, but you simply couldn’t help yourself. little arin was perhaps the cutest little four year old you had ever come across, with manners, big sparkling eyes and an even lovelier disposition. you heart practically sang whenever she raised her hand to answer a question, or when you’d see her jumping around so cutely.

tonight was parents evening, and you knew you had a long stretch ahead, with some parents being more difficult to handle than others. you were often blamed for tiny things, and though that was just the life of a teacher, it still stung when you knew you gave it your absolute all. regardless, you put on a brave face as you set up your station in the large hall, watching other teachers do the same.

“you sorted?” your best friend, and colleague, yejin asked beside you, stacks of books propped on her hip as she approached your desk.

looking up, you gave her a grin. “yeah, even put sweets out this year. hope that means everyone’ll be nice this time.”

“i still stand by the fact anyone that can be mean to you is a psychopath.” she scoffed with a shake of her head, pushing a strand away from your face. “you got a big line up?”

“yeah, all the parents are coming. arin’s can’t make it, but i think they said her uncle will be attending instead.” you hummed, propping a sweet in your mouth.

she hummed too, putting her books down at the station beside yours. “lucky. i’ve had three drop outs already. can’t wait for them to get annoyed in two weeks because they feel misinformed on their child’s education.”

you laughed, shaking your head at her typically snarky behaviour.

the next few minutes were dedicated to making sure each of you tables were organised, so that parents could come to you during their allocated slots. yours, of course, stood out from the others, with a meticulous level of care going into all of your decorations. your kids loved coming with their parents for that sole reason, and you found that any tension from the adults were always lessened at the sight of effort being put in.

student books were organised alphabetically so they could have a look through, with examples of some of the work you had been teaching. colourful, phonics flashcards sat bundled in ribbon, with the children’s latest paintings all hung up behind and in front of you.

time began to trickle on rather quickly, with parents coming in and leaving, most polite, asking all of the right questions, but of course some left snide remarks. always something along the lines of their badly behaved children deserved better treatment, or that they wanted more attention, despite you doing every possible thing to do exactly that already.

by the time the night was winding down, you grimaced, looking at the time. it was late, with most teachers having finished up, but you still had one little student left. you reached for her file, heart already fond at the sight of her name.

“your little shadow’s next.” yejin teased quietly to you, packing up her own things.

you smiled with a shake of your head, not looking up as you prepared for your final appointment, crossing something out. you were told two weeks in advance that arin’s parents couldn’t attend, due to some family matter out of town, meaning her uncle would take their place. you couldn’t remember his name for the life of you, jaemin? juyeon? junghwan?

you were pulled from your thoughts as a small shadow loomed over your desk, your eyes peering up to meet large orbs adorned with the shyest of smiles.

“hi miss.” she waved, cheeks already red, cute hair pulled into pigtails similarly to how she always wore it.

“hello sweetheart. your dress looks so pretty!” you cooed, giving her a small high five to which she excitedly jumped to reach, causing you to smile. “mm.. uncle kook bought it yesterday for me.”

“that was so nice of him!” you nodded along, and as she turned in circles to show you properly, another looming shadow appeared.

this time, it completely engulfed you, with the scent of pine and musk hitting your nose almost instantly. your brain took a moment to catch up as it breathed in the intoxicating smell, your own large eyes peering up to meet those who you assumed was arin’s uncle.

oh.

oh.

whatever you had expected..this? this was not it.

dark hair, darker eyes, milky skin with piercings adorning his features, tattoos pouring down his arm as his t-shirt sat comfortably on his body. despite it being oversized, it did nothing to hide the pure size of him - shoulders broader than you had ever seen on anyone, chest puffed, height towering over you with ease.

a nasty part of your brain that you kept hidden away wondered what it would feel like to be between his biceps as he pushed tight.

worst of all, it looked like he was examining you too. you wished you could say he was doing it in a polite way, but with the way his eyebrows were pulled tight, his lips parted, his eyes trailing up and down you slowly, as though he was hungry..there was no civility in the way he devoured you.

you were polar opposites.

you, in your sweet cardigan and flowery skirt, hair tucked behind your ears and glasses pushed up your nose - you were picture perfect, exactly as his niece had described.

when jungkook’s sister had asked him to look after arin whilst her and her husband went to visit her in laws, he was more than happy to do so, loving her more than words. what he hadn’t realised was how excited she’d be to go to school every morning, with minute long rambles about the pretty teacher with the even prettier smile who wore cute dresses and made her hair all nice.

it was hard for his intrigue not to build after a while, especially once she had come one day almost screaming about how badly she wanted a strawberry dress because you too had worn one that day. he had taken her out immediately, closing his tattoo shop, and got to work, scouring every shop until he had managed to score one - to which she demanded she’d get to wear it for parents evening to properly show you.

seeing you now, all doe eyed and heart lipped, jungkook realised you were everything she had described and so much more. oh, you were sweet alright, the seconds long interaction with arin proved enough, but the decorations around you, your outfit, your demeanour, your voice. god, your voice.

you were a fucking problem.

for a moment, neither of you spoke, which in any other circumstance would have been entirely awkward, and yet you both stayed slightly rooted. somehow you both needed those beats of silence to really absorb one another, as though you were both slightly reeling from shock.

a scrape of a chair somewhere in the hall brought you back to life.

“oh..” you pushed your glasses up your nose, cheeks heating as you realised you had been staring. your brain failed to recognise he was still doing so. “i’m sorry..you must be..?”

he nearly grunted at the sound of your voice directed at him, liking it too much already.

“jungkook.”

you wanted to shudder, feeling almost humiliated by the reaction you were having to him. you peered down, watching as he extended his hand almost instantly towards you.

with a slightly shaking touch, your hands connected, his fingers swallowing your own whole. your limb was hidden within his in an almost comical way, your eyes connecting once more as sparks fluttered all over you over a mere touch. you felt like a school girl.

warm, calloused fingers, adorned with tattooes, caressed your own slightly, so gently you wondered whether you were imagining it, although it lasted so briefly. he didn’t let go until it began to border on confusion, slowly dropping your hand just as you spoke.

“miss y/l/n.” you managed.

“i know.” he responded almost immediately.

you didn’t catch the way his hand flexed beside him, still relishing your touch.

of course he knew. he was a man, after all, and after the first few times his niece proclaimed her love for her pretty teacher, his curiosity grew a million. seeing you now, it was very quickly making sense.

it was just something about you. you were lodging under his skin.

arin, oblivious to you both, tugged on his sleeve for his attention, pushing him towards the seats in front of the desk.

something in your chest bloomed at the sight of him so obedient to her, as he immediately listened, sitting down in the much smaller chair. it was endearing to see such an intimidating man folding for her with ease, and even sweeter watching her climb up onto his lap before he had even settled.

his arms caged her in protectively before looking up at you, the two making an adorable duo, something that had your heart utterly melting. she clearly adored her uncle, and he too was enamoured by her.

“well,” you said, forcing yourself back to reality, sitting down and reaching for her work folder. “shall we talk about this little one?”

“please.”

he leaned forward slightly, the change in position causing a small flush on your cheeks. his scent was intense.

“she’s doing beautifully.” you pulled out her phonetic workbook. “especially in reading, she’s picking things up quickly and really showing signs of independence. she’s choosing the books she wants to read, and they’re varying in difficulty which is always great to see.”

arin shyly hid her face in his chest, a sight so adorable you wanted to scream.

you smiled. “why don’t you tell your uncle what word you read all by yourself today?”

a pause. then, quietly..

“caterpillar.”

your smile only grew as you clapped your hands lightly, so pleased with her progress. “yes!”

her smile matched yours before peering up almost excitedly to gage his reaction.

“you didn’t tell me that, bug.”

jungkook was leaning down at her, face so soft, so unguarded, that it was hard to forget he had been looking at you non stop for the past several minutes, as though he was imagining every single possible sin.

“forgot.” she hummed back at him, causing him to laugh quietly, planting a kiss to her nose before murmuring something about how proud he was.

your stomach did something silky at the sound.

god, were you ovulating?

you leaned back, ignoring the flush in your cheeks and the shake of your fingers, pulling out work sheets, early writing, drawings she had made, even the class project she had contributed with. you were surprised at how eager he was, asking questions with genuine care, all whilst arin played with his hands, cuddling into him casually.

“she’s struggling to speak up in groups?” he grunted a little. “only a little, at the beginning. she warms up quickly, but she’s quite hesitant at first.” you nodded.

“is that a bad thing?” he asked quietly, as a means to not let her hear in case it was.

to that, you shook your head immediately. “no, not at all. some children just like to listen first, it’s quite natural. they like to assess before they leap in, it’s a safety thing.”

his eyes met yours once more at that, his lips pursing. “safe.” he repeated.

he tasted the word as though it had kept out of your own mouth and into his own, as though he could savour you with a single 4 letter combination. the way he assessed you then almost made you feel self conscious, as you watched his eyes trickle down from your own, to your lips, your neck, your chest, before trailing all the way back up.

your pulse skipped. your fingers were really restless now.

“her favourite lesson is art by far. her drawings are so sweet, she often takes them home for her parents. she’s working on a big project right now, with some of the older children, for the school library.”

“doing a butterfly, uncle koo.” she murmured, leaping at the opportunity to tell him. “it’s blue and pink.”

“yeah?” he hummed down at her, brushing her hair away from her face. “bet yours is the best one.”

to that she giggled loudly, as though he had said the funniest thing on the planet, a small but sure smirk forming on his face at her reaction. you smiled yourself, finding the two sweeter than most.

“she loves butterflies.” you added softly, as you took out some more drawings. “she tends to go out near the bushes during free play, or she’s near the nature corner trying to rescue something.”

jungkook was fucking enamoured by you. your small little smile, the way your lips pulled back to reveal such sweetness. a guy like him didn’t feel like this - this was odd. unheard of. confusing.

“rescue something?” his eyebrows raised.

“worms, mostly.”

his mouth twitched. “sounds like her.”

arin looked up with a small pout, still playing with one of his silver rings. “one was hurt.”

“i know bug, you told me.” he assured.

“she asked to put it into a shoebox. she brought leaves, twigs, made little breathing holes.”

this earned you a larger smile on his face as he let out a soft laugh, something that nearly had your breath taken away. he completely transformed, as though it was the loveliest thing he had ever heard.

“yeah? did it survive?” there was a teasing tilt to his tone.

“for three lovely days. you held a funeral for mr worm, didn’t you arin?” you hummed lightly down at her, to which she nodded immediately, jungkook closing his eyes momentarily as a huff of amusement left him.

you couldn’t help but watch him almost eagerly as he again, murmured something down at her, to which she smiled bashfully. he was all hard edges, tattooed and pierced, and yet he was putty for his adorable niece.

“she’s sensitive, definitely, which isn’t a bad thing whatsoever but it does mean socially she’s still catching up.” you softly proceeded, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. jungkook watched it. “she’s made some lovely friendships this year, and they’re really solidifying.”

“yeah, she keeps mentioning a yuna..”

you brightened. “yes! they’re really inseparable at the minutes it’s so, so cute!”

“she also tells me she likes when you read stories.” he added.

you blinked at him softly, tilting your head with a slight hum of confusion.

“said something about different voices. she keeps asking me to read her sleeping beauty.”

you let out a soft laugh at that, shaking your head. “some of the girls have been coming in during their play time and asking to be read a book. they’re on a princess kick at the moment.”

to that, he huffed in amusement once more. “yeah, she keeps telling me to get out. something about her prince charming will wake her up.”

“he will.” she grumbled a little quietly in his arms, to which you smiled widely.

“i’m happy you like them.” you redirected, happy that your students were enjoying reading enough to enact it at home.

“curious about these different voices.” jungkook interested, eyebrow raised. “show me.”

“show..you?”

“what, that bad?”

you laughed, unable to hold it in. “dreadful.”

“now i really need to see.” he couldn’t help the mischievous glint in his eyes, still too busy being enamoured by you to stop staring so openly.

“i’m not doing voices at parents evening.” you continued to laugh, shaking your head, but the pink glow on your cheeks gave you away.

“a shame. i’ll be thinking about it tonight.” he murmured casually, as though he wasn’t openly telling you that you’d be on his mind.

your stomach flipped.

before you could even conjure up a response, arin suddenly tugged a folded piece of paper your way, almost buzzing with excitement as she peered up at her uncle momentarily too.

“look, miss!”

you smiled automatically at her, unfolding it with a quiet “what’s this?”, stretching out the paper to see.

and immediately, you froze.

a drawing, one of her many cute ones of course. the sun in the corner a stark yellow, the green of the grass at the bottom alongside the lovely house in the background. in the middle of the paper stood arin, in her cute dress and pigtails, both of her parents by either side, with a large love heart above their heads. what had you shaken, however, were the two figures to the side, also holding hands, one that resembled her uncle a little too well, and the other? one look and you knew that was you.

above you both sat an even bigger red heart.

you couldn’t have even played the plausible deniability card, considering both figured were labelled with a terrible scrawl of “miss” and “koo”, further causing you to inhale sharply.

“arin..” you choked out.

she simply ignored your state, pointing and labelling everything. “this is mummy and daddy and that’s me, and that’s our house and this is you miss, and this is uncle koo and we all live together.” she rambled.

your eyes were widening as you made the mistake of looking up directly to jungkook, unsure of what to say or do. he, however, seemed absolutely enamoured by the picture, focusing directly on the both of you.

“yeah? what’s this, bug?” he asked her, pointing at the massive love heart.

“means love.” she casually snuggled into his chest, as though it was completely normal. in the case of a four year old, that much felt true.

his lips lifted at the corners, in clear satisfaction. “you did good. let’s put it on my fridge when we get home, yeah?”

you let out a small little noise, as though what you were hearing was utter madness disguised in a bow. he was staring at the drawing in a way that had you genuinely confused, as though he was considering it to be a reality, as though he hadn’t just met you mere minutes ago.

as though it represented something so much bigger.

“she likes stories..” you managed, trying to make the mood a little lighter out of embarrassment.

he finally peered up at you, eyes so much darker than usual. “she’s observant.”

you weren’t sure what to say, your shaking fingers now in your lap as yejin quietly watched from the desk over, practically enamoured by the sexual tension radiating off of both of you. you were bewildered, thrown off your professional course as you simply went blank, all thoughts gone of out of the window.

thank god, arin, your saving grace, yawned loudly into jungkook’s chest, pulling you both out of the trance you were ultimately locked in. you watched as he hoisted her onto him more securely, before finally standing up, height completely looming over you in a way that had your gaze slightly glazed over. he wanted to see that look again. desperately.

“thank you for your time. this has been..insightful.” jungkook murmured, just as you stood up, smoothening your skirt.

you were sure your cheeks were on fire at this point, as a mixture of humiliation, curiosity, and frankly, hot need coursed through you at both the sight of him and his words.

“t-thank you for coming.” you stuttered out, nodding lightly, as he simply stood watching you for a few extra moments.

jungkook’s gaze only left yours to trail over you fully now, up and down as though he was savouring the sight of you, his fingers grazing the bottom of your cardigan instinctively, almost desperate to feel the woven strawberries his niece had gushed about so earnestly. he watched your breath hitch, his ego climbing as he realised he had the exact same effect that you were having on him.

oh, he was about to ruin you.

with a good night, you watched him leave, niece resting her chubby face on his shoulder, all whilst you slumped back into your chair, completely exhausted from the interaction. yejin all but leaped towards you, hands on your desk with wide eyes.

“oh. my. fucking. god.” she whispered down at you, to not cause any alarm with other teachers and parents.

you were fucked.

—

the weeks after parents evening were easily some of the most challenging of your adult life so far. to say you were being tested was an understatement, as your integrity of being a teacher came into challenge by none other than jeon jungkook.

you were notified that arin’s parents had to stay back for an additional two weeks, meaning you were seeing him on a minimum twice a day, five days a week. though the interactions were fleeting, both at drop off and pick up time, he took advantage of every seconds.

first came the fleeting touches. he’d watch as you handed the children back to their parent’s, taking the time to speak to each one earnestly, saying your goodbyes to sweet cherubs who would wave eagerly back at you. whenever it was his turn, he watched as your cheeks flushed pink almost immediately, your lips parting, brain malfunctioning in real time.

“pretty dress.” he had said to you once, as his niece bounced over, his fingers lightly grazing your wrist. “i like pink on you.”

“thank you.” you were sure your cheeks were on fire at this point, much to his amusement.

another time, he had grazed his fingers against your wrist, feeling your pulse for a moment too long as you handed him arin’s bookbag, a soft gasp leaving your lips at the contact. judging from his cool and collected demeanour, you assumed he wasn’t as affected as you were, but you couldn’t have been further from the truth.

jungkook’s entire mind had become you. your dresses. your floral perfume. the cute way you’d push up your glasses. there really only was one word to describe you as, and that was adorable - a stark difference to his darker being.

he’d go to work, opening up his tattoo shop, having to take regular breaks during sessions just to smoke a whole fucking pack of cigarettes in hopes you would leave his brain. this wasn’t normal. it wasn’t healthy. he didn’t know you. he didn’t know you. he didn’t know you.

and yet, he knew you. all little arin would do day and night was talk about her lovely teacher, and how excited she was to go to school, how upset she’d be that the weekend was coming. it was hard not to think of someone already stuck in your mind when the world would put them in every direction you’d look in.

he liked hanging back whenever he’d pick her up, too. one time, he had come in late to pick up, the school gate closed, meaning he had to walk through the long way into reception. it took him a while but once he reached your classroom, the sight nearly had him letting out a shaky breath.

his niece, colouring, so adorably, as you cooed down at her, guiding her to do it within the lines, giving her praise all the whilst she beamed.

once he had made his presence known, he stayed behind for another 20 minutes just to speak to you. he wasn’t much of a talker, but he couldn’t help but hover around you, listening as you shyly answered his questions. he felt ridiculous, asking anything just to get your attention, even asking about lesson plans to hear you light up and talk.

jungkook was a domestic man. he didn’t look like one, not with his appearance, all tatted and rough, but he had always wanted a family of his own - one look at you and his breeding kink was already blaring loudly within his ears.

oh, he had big plans for you.

y/n. you’d look good next to him, he thought, all sweet and doe-like. men like him ruined girls like you, but he wanted to be better than that, and be worthy of you. he had his own business, a good place in the city, enough money in the bank to spoil you rotten, a good head on his shoulders. he could offer you stability. could offer you so much and more.

the pair of you were ruined.

half term finally arrived, and it felt like both relief and punishment.

relief, knowing that you were spared jungkook’s presence, allowing your brain to finally exist once more in comfort, without the constant push and pull of how much you wanted him. he had become your personal brand of torture.

punishment, knowing that he was no longer in your presence regularly. arin’s parents had come home earlier than planned, meaning jungkook had simply stopped coming one day, a small frown on your face at the thought.

you had spent the last fortnight in what could only be described as pure anticipation, body learning his schedule before your mind could ever keep up. his heavy presence, his darkening eyes that would watch you with each passing move at exactly 3.15, when the children would finally come out.

he was always on time, always watching, always saying just enough, but never too much. it made it so much worse when you compared it to some of the other dads who flirted casually, openly, directly - jungkook stalked.

there had been the afternoon where he leaned against the doorway to your classroom, watching arin pack up, having stayed behind for an afternoon club. black t-shirt, sweats, hair slightly messy - he looked so good that you had to turn your back to him, leaning up to blutack things onto the wall.

“you always dress like this for work?” he asked you from across the room, heavy gaze following you shamelessly.

you peered over your shoulder nervously. “like what?”

he didn’t respond, tongue in his cheek as he openly checked you out, head tilted before his niece hopped over, shouting out a sweet bye bye to you. you watched as he was pulled away, his eyes hovering over every inch of you, only pulling up to meet your eyes once he was about to properly leave.

you shook your head at the memory.

tonight was different. it felt so much heavier than usual, so much more impactful, and exactly what you needed.

dressed in a dress that was obnoxiously short, you looked at yourself in the club bathroom, eyes dazed, skin slightly sticky from the heat of packed bodies. your body was on show, a complete 180 of what you typically looked like, with alcohol booming through your veins, providing you with a candied reality.

the club pulsed around you as you pulled down your dress at the bottom, pulling your straps up your shoulders to stabilise it over your breasts, you legs on show, your tiny, lacy panties ready to be seen underneath if you even thought of bending over. violet lights sparked in every corner, and though the bathroom was empty, you swore you could still feel everyone around you.

yejin had insisted you go out with her tonight, your other best friend jimin tagging along in the name of a good night.

something along the lines of, “more alcohol and even more bad decisions.”

you had let them dress you, style you, even down to the lack of bra underneath the dress, with him scoffing at the thought, letting out a mutter of how it would ruin the silhouette of the dress.

you were so used to looking like innocence personified that it felt euphoric to finally become sin, and as you entered the club once more, you felt yourself become engulfed in it. you had been here for an hour or so, and already multiple men had hit on you, buying you drinks, going so far as to openly grab you but it did nothing.

none of them compared. none of them were him.

you felt plagued, whining every time your lips touched the rim of a glass, remembering him even in your moment of desperation. you were here to forget him, not to remind yourself of his presence.

oh, but only if you knew.

if only you had looked around you.

if only you had actually opened your eyes.

jeon jungkook rolled his shoulders for the umpteenth time that night, tense, jaw locked and hardened as he watched your scantily dressed body saunter around, hands tied into that of your friends. he watched as you drank your cocktails, rolling your eyes as men tried to approach you, your dainty fingers pushing against their chest with a dismissive look.

who were you?

he hardly recognised you. no, he was used to the strawberry dresses, the flowers you often tucked behind in your ear, the cute dresses that touched your calves, your sweet ballet flats. your eyes would scrunch with each and every smile, head tilting as your hair sat in buns and ponytails.

you right now, however, were not that girl.

there was something sultry imbedded into you, with the way your hair sat so sleek down your back, your skin on show and your giggles hidden behind a manicured hand. god, he had never been harder in his fucking life. his girl, was this really you?

he had every intention of coming to you after half term, to properly ask you out, just like a girl you deserved. seeing you now made his brain malfunction - why the fuck would he wait, when you were right here, right now, all his.

he had been here just as long as you had, and considering this was his friend, jin’s, club, he had been lounging in the vip, nursing a drink. he looked angry, with every person looking at him avoiding him, when in reality he was watching with staggered breath.

there really was nothing casual about the way jungkook watched you.

his friends had long stopped trying to talk to him, with conversations around the vip section becoming static in his ears whilst his world narrowed to the little slip of skin exposed when your dress rose higher as you danced.

he had downed his drink within seconds, with his newest sitting untouched for twenty minutes.

it sat sweating beside his hand, long fingers drumming against the glass, his body restless as he sat, trying to leave you be. he wanted to be respectful. fuck he was trying to do right by you, leave you alone.

namjoon said something, beside him, and yet he couldn’t hear a single word because you were laughing. your head tipped back throat exposed, whilst some stranger took it as ample opportunity to come closer to you, whispering something into your ear.

jungkook’s jaw locked even harder.

“that the teacher?” namjoon asked, with a low whistle as he traced his friend’s eye-line, catching sight of the pretty lady.

he couldn’t answer.

not when you had taken that very moment to turn, and your dress. fuck.

it clung like sin.

all those prim and proper outfit choices felt blasphemous to think about now, especially now that he had seen you in all of your glory. all those sweet, pastel dresses he had spent weeks dreaming about, peeling them off of you inch by inch, were now replaced by the sight of you in front of him, practically naked.

he genuinely couldn’t breathe.

he should have looked away, he owed you that much. instead, his mind became uglier - thoughts of wondering hands, strangled moans, that pretty dress pushed up to your waist. god, he’d ruin you. you’d let him too, from the looks of it.

“you look sick.” jin grumbled as he sat beside his friend, pouring namjoon a drink. “what are you moping about? this isn’t a good look for me, you know.”

“feel worse.” jungkook let out a humourless exhale, rolling his shoulders once more.

the disgusting realisation that he had tried to be good was enough to drive him insane, because that was the problem. he had tried to court you right, respectfully, like you deserved - tried to keep his filthy thoughts of touching something as soft and delicate as you far away, only to walk into a club and find his sweet teacher dressed like every bad thought he had ever had.

he was done. done pretending like he was unaffected, and done pretending like he wasn’t absolutely enamoured by you. he had never felt like this towards anyone in his life, not even the long term relationships he had been in - he didn’t just want you. he wanted to own you.

possessiveness and ownership ran at the forefront of his mind whenever he looked at you, and he knew it was sick, but the part that flickered inside of him whispered into his ear that you wouldn’t mind the idea whatsoever. an even more fucked up part of your mind promised him that you would like it.

every man had his eyes on you and enough was enough. the bartender, the sleazy guys, even the ones with extra money in their pocket - enough. you were his. surely you knew that by now?

he catalogued every single face, making good note of what they looked like before finally standing up in all of his glory, shoulders wide, biceps tense. his chair had lightly scraped, capturing the attention of all of his friends, who watched as he finally began his descent away from the vip section, and right to where you were.

-

you didn’t know where the heat was coming from anymore. the club was warm, the alcohol even warmer as it ran down your throat, rendering you officially tipsy. you were practically on cloud 9, finally able to breathe and enjoy yourself the way you wanted and planned.

something else, however, had began pricking at your senses.

you couldn’t shake the feeling of being watched.

you knew it was ridiculous considering you could actively feel multiple eyes on you, wandering gazes from men who wanted nothing more than to sink their teeth into you but this was different. it felt different.

you tried ignoring it, only to fail, as every few seconds your body kept reacting to something in the unseen, the hidden. your thighs felt restless, your throat tight, your skin far too aware of your surroundings - you blamed it on the tequila.

“you’re flushed!” yejin shouted over the music.

“yeah..i feel really hot.”

jimin laughed. “that’s the point.”

you rolled your eyes at him, pushing his shoulder gently as he twirled you both. you took one last sip of your chilled drink before glancing at the bar.

“i need another.” you groaned, already ready to get drunk, but the lack of liquor was proving to be a problem. “wait, get me one too, i’m about to finish this.” jimin asked, giving you a pearly smile.

you nodded dramatically, before turning to the bar, fighting your way through a sea of people. you could feel hands all over you, and though they weren’t welcome, you weren’t annoyed by them either, as they only added the euphoric state of your mind. you moved around people in a blur of neon and heat, lights flashing down on you harshly before you managed to get to the bar finally.

bass thudded through the floor, so much so that you could feel it in your heels, and through your ribs. you squeezed up to the bar, solidifying yourself a place before politely calling out to one of the bartenders.

nothing. he completely ignored you, causing you to frown, trying once more, earning a passive look before he turned to serve someone else.

you pouted, head tilting in a mixture of tipsied offence and confusion. “rude..”

before you could even conjure up anything else, or try again for that matter, you felt something against you.

a large body pressed against yours, tightly, to which you could feel every ridge, every bite of muscle engulfing you in that very moment until you could do nothing else other than simply gasp. you froze, breath held in your chest, as you watched two large arms snake from either side of you, caging you meanly into the bar with no escape.

you would have recognised those tattoos anywhere.

you froze, your breath completely stalling as you were crowded completely against the bar edge, your front pressed harshly, whilst your back was pushed against heated skin. you were crowded, deliberately, intentionally.

pine. musk. him.

your lips parted before your brain could keep up, just as you felt breath touch your ear.

“that pout for him?”

your knees nearly buckled.

your shaking hands pushed back against him just slightly, enough to turn in his arms and see for your own two eyes whether this truly was a reality. big mistake.

you stood face to face with jungkook, his head dipped low, eyes capturing your own almost instantly. his tattoos were so much clearer under neon lights, his piercings glinting, his eyes so dark, his shoulders so wide. you genuinely couldn’t comprehend this. couldn’t fathom he was here, capturing you so no one else could have a look.

claiming you.

he looked almost offended by how beautiful you looked in that moment, all starry eyed and heart lipped.

“jungkook.” your voice came out shaky, breathless even, so much smaller than intended.

his gaze dragged over your face visibly. over your eyes, down to your nose, dragging against your lips, grunting once he looked down at your body, before coming all the way back up to meet your stare once more.

“baby.”

your stomach flipped so hard you gripped the bar behind you harshly.

“what..what are you doing here?”

his jaw clenched. “watching you.”

no embarrassment, no shame - he said it like a well known fact. it should have unsettled you, and yet, you felt a shaking exhale leave you.

“how long?” you dared to whisper, causing him to push you harsher against the bar, your bodies so intimately pressed against one another. “all night.” he whispered, head dropping down to meet the shell of your ear.

the hands at either side of you now came forwards, fingers grabbing at your waist, pushing you that last cm into him, meaning your own hands came up press against his chest, all whilst his head sat almost touching your own, eyes unable to look away from one another.

he was touching you. intimately.

before either of you could speak again, jungkook broke eye contact, looking behind you as the bartender finally decided to appear. one look at jungkook and he was gulping, recognising him as the owner’s best friend, immediately giving you both the highest of attention.

“what do you want, pretty girl?”

pretty girl?

in that voice?

you forgot every fucking drink in existence.

“i..” your mouth open and fell, looking down at your hands on his chest, flexing your fingers gently, before your eyebrows furrowed. “that gone already?” he asked you in mild amusement.

you flushed hard.

“vodka soda, please.” you tumbled out, holding him delicately.

he ordered for both of you, swiping his card with ease, not even sparing you a second glance during payment. it was only when the bartender moved away to make the drinks that you realised he had stayed where he was exactly, with no intention of moving back, still pushing your body against him intimately. now that you were touching him back, his chest flexed under your hands.

the music swallowed everything but him.

a hand let go of one side of your waist, instead reaching up to cup your chin, fingers wrapping around your neck also, to tilt your head upwards. he was examining you still.

“missed this face.” he hissed quietly underneath his breath, causing you to flutter your eyelashes up at him, stomach swirling with butterflies. “look at me when i talk to you.”

your gaze met his once more, forced as his hand tightened around your neck, causing you to practically slump against him. you liked it, liked it a little too much - the feeling of almost feeling powerless at the hands of a man who had been on your mind the day you met him at parents evening.

your thighs pressed together.

“do you know,” he began, sounding thoughtful, so soft, “how many men have been looking at you tonight?”

your pulse jumped as his mouth dipped close to your ear, letting out a gentle little, “hm?”

“nearly dragged one outside for touching you.”

a cocktail mixture of heat, confusion arousal and fear jolted through your nervous system, as you found yourself letting out a shaky breath. “why?”

“because i’ve been trying so fucking hard to be good for you, y/n.” he hissed then, almost sounding in pain.

his words hit like a tidal wave, as you desperately tried to catch up, fingers now digging into his skin beneath his t-shirt hidden chest.

his thumb pressed into your jaw, forcing your face higher. “tried real hard, pretty girl.” his voice was low enough to not be carried by the music, an ode to you and you alone. “thought you were a good girl. thought you deserved a man to do this right.”

he leaned closer, just as your lips parted.

“tried to wait until half term ended, give you some space to think.” his eyes shut tight for just a second, as though reminiscing his once plan. “was gonna come to you with flowers like some fucking gentleman, take you out, walk you home. was gonna do all that sappy shit ‘cause you deserve it.”

the words sounded sinful in his mouth, but the imagery in your head was enough to have you whimpering openly. the thought of him, jungkook, so enamoured by you, more than what you thought. you were so sure this was one sided regards to the way you felt, and yet here he was, declaring it to you in front of others.

“but then i walk in here,” his eyes deliberately ran down your shaking body. “and find you wearing this.”

you gulped almost nervously. “do..you not like it?”

“more than just like it, baby. fucking love it.” he hissed, offended by your thought track. “problem is every other bastard in this place is looking at you too. drives me fucking insane.”

your eyes left his, trying to catch your breath, so overwhelmed by everything around you - the thump of the music, the flashing lights, the heat, the proximity. he watched you, examining you in detail, recognising every single emotion on your pretty little face.

his thumb dipped, touching your bottom lip, dragging it gently over until it pulled, his eyes trained solely on your mouth. “you’re in my head. can’t get you out.” he admitted quietly, for you to hear and you alone.

the sentiment was not lost on you, as something inside your stomach, soul and mind broke at the prospect. you had assumed he had a roster of girls, that he was using you almost as placeholder because of convenience - this..this wasn’t what you had expected.

knowing he felt the same way as you, equally as confused, equally as enamoured; it felt like confirmation that you weren’t going insane. the magnitude of your feelings, no matter how sudden, felt heavy in your body. to know he was feeling the same, despite his usually quiet and reserved self made you want to scream in joy.

“i can’t stop thinking about you either.” you whispered, so faint that he wouldn’t have heard you had his eyes not watched your lips part.

that alone, was the confirmation jungkook needed as he suddenly pulled away, giving you and your body space. the look on his face was devastating, as though you had said the one thing that could truly undo him, his hands shaking as they released you, running them both through his hair messily - he looked ruined and you had only said a single phrase.

you blinked up at him, dazed.

“jungkook..”

“don’t.” his voice came out rough.

he sounded strained, as though his entire resolve was now left hanging on a thread. his jaw ticked at you openly as he stared and stared and stared, looking away momentarily as though he was thinking, wanting nothing more than to be good to you, be the gentleman he knew you deserved. he needed to be.

and yet, he lost.

he looked back at you, face eerily calm as he took both of your hands and pulled once more, your body pulled against him. fingers intertwined as he brought the back of your own to his lips in a sudden sweet kiss. “come with me.”

your breath caught for the millionth time that interaction. “where?”

“somewhere i can think.” he let out a humourless little laugh, all disbelief.

any rational person would have asked more questions, clarified what was going on, why he seemed so undone by you and your tiny dress, but frankly, you didn’t care. you were utterly captivated by him, and having his attention like this felt addicting, like a class a drug created entirely for you.

so, instead, you nodded.

jungkook began to lead you, body close to yours, creating a path with ease. his hands never left yours, steadying you as you stumbled a little, making sure you were good as people watched you both, men ogling you and women ogling him. you managed to catch yejin’s gaze, who had a beaming smile on her face once she recognised who you were with, animatedly pointing at jungkook with a big thumbs up, making you flush even deeper than you had all night. thankfully, jungkook seemed to stay ignorant of it.

heat ran down your spine as he took you left, walking past security who nodded at him, opening up a pair of doors that seemed inaccessible to a large majority of the people here. your eyebrows furrowed slightly as you were led up a set of stairs, private, dimly lit, the music growing quieter with each passing step.

the club noise completely muffled to a dull noise, leaving your heartbeat as the loudest noise around you.

jungkook was ahead of you, broad shoulders filling the space in front in a way that made you want to moan. fuck, he was just so big all over, it was one of the most attractive things about him - he didn’t even need to try, just being around him made you safe.

halfway up the stairs, he suddenly stopped, your fingers still locked with his.

your front brushed his back as you walked into him slightly.

you watched as he turned to face you, the cool air of the staircase easing your body’s heated temperature whilst his state did nothing to sedate the growing fire in your stomach. you peered up, watching as he stepped down, pushing you against the railing gently, dipping his own head down so he could breathe in your scent like a mad man.

“you have any idea what you’re doing to me?”

dark eyes, wrecked. he looked sinful, utterly dangerous for the space between your legs.

to his question, you merely bit your lip, nibbling on it. he watched, eyes tracing the action with a harsh sense of affection - his sweet teacher was still there, it seemed, simply hidden underneath smoky eyes and bare legs.

“gonna take you upstairs, y/n.” he whispered softly. “i’m gonna treat you exactly like i wanted from day one, like i should have. need to know you’re coming because you want me too.”

it was your turn to almost take offence, with your eyebrows pulling tight. your shaking hands became confident, resting on his chest, fingernails digging slightly into skin to mark your territory.

“want you. wanted you from day one too, jungkook.” you promised him, big eyes fluttering in a way that wanted him to take you then and there.

a beat of silence stretched between you.

you watched as he shut his eyes, exhaling lightly, before pulling forward and pressing his lips faintly to your jaw, grazing it as an almost promise to you - he wouldn’t let you regret your choice.

pulling away, he let out a breath, before taking a hold of your hand once more, also pressing a kiss to it as he led you up the rest of the way, this time with an assured sense of urgency.

he opened the door to the private room, and your eyes pulled back in both a mixture of awe and intrigue. you had never been in a place like this, adorned with such lavish furniture, a private bar, a lounging area where a few guys sat around, some of them talking to girls, all whilst jungkook began leading you to another door across the room. all eyes were on you, and you realised these were clearly his friends, from the way they all either smiled politely at you or smirked at jungkook openly.

as he pulled you into an additional room, you watched as he locked it behind you, to ensure a level of privacy, only for you to turn, your stomach dropping in pure anticipation.

a large bed.

the sight of it nearly had you moaning out as it confirmed every thought in your head, your legs growing weak, thighs desperately pushed together at the understanding of what was going to happen. it was all you had been able to think about for weeks.

the thought of him being just as desperate as you, bringing you here just to ruin you, despite having played the gentleman for the entirety of the time you’d known him - your ego bloomed at the thought of having a man like jungkook so down bad for you.

you could hear footsteps behind you, breath hitting your shoulder as his head dipped, breathing in your perfume once more. his body pressed against yours meanly, your back to his front, against him in ways where you could feel him intimately.

“sweet girl.” he hummed just as you looked over your shoulder, meeting his heavy gaze.

he had the faintest of smirks on his face as he read you like a book, a fucked out expression over you and he hadn’t even touched you properly - oh the fun he was about to have. his hands grabbed onto your waist, pushing you lightly as he led you forward, all the whilst planting pepper kisses to the back of your neck.

your small little dress began to ride up as you were plopped onto the bed, bouncing lightly as he stood, hovering over you, looking at the lace of your panties that was now visible, a dampened patch inbetween your legs that had his cock visibly straining against his jeans. his mouth salivated at the sight.

“the things i want to do to you, baby.” he sighed, as your face sat crotch level for him, your gaze fluttering over him in anticipation.

“then do it.” you whispered, almost taunting him, desperate to see him break in front of you.

for a moment, neither of you spoke, simply staring at one another, until he suddenly lunged for you.

you gasped as you scurried backwards on the bed, just as he hovered over you, pinning you down harshly on the plush covers, watching the way you sank in comfortably. he grabbed your arms, pinning them above your head, leaning down to press his head against yours.

he looked possessive by definition, lips curled in almost snarl as he breathed you in, your eyes fluttering closed at the feel of him already so intimately against you. one of his knees separated your legs, cold air hitting the wetness between your thighs, to which he grunted lightly at.

“my good girl. gonna let me ruin you forever, baby? no going back after this, you’ll be mine.”

to that, you nodded almost instantly, hips bucking upwards to get any sort of friction. “please..want it.”

how could he deny his girl?

his lips dropped against yours immediately, claiming harshly.

lips moved in unison as you immediately moaned into his mouth, causing him to groan as he felt you utterly melt. your hands, pinned against your head, were pliant against his own fingers as his lips claimed you, kissing you like a man starved, all whilst grinding down on you for friction.

you could feel how hard he was, how much bigger he was than you in this position and it made your brain malfunction, realising that he truly had every intention of breaking you tonight, just like you wanted.

soon enough, his tongue demanded entry into your mouth, to which you allowed, feeling him explore you in ways that had you whimpering at the thought of it between your legs. it was like he could read your mind, applying further pressure between your legs, the noises leaving you enough to render him dead on the spot.

once he pulled away to let you breathe, he watched as a thin string of saliva separated you, the sight enough to have most cumming in their pants. he couldn’t wait, couldn’t be rational, not when you were here, moaning for him, grinding, desperate to be touched by no one else other than him.

immediately, he sat up, watching as you propped yourself up on your elbows, lips slightly bruised.

he leaned over, grabbing your dress and pulling it up almost meanly, pushing it over your waist and to your stomach, causing you to crash back down on the bed, your hands shaking as they looked for something to grab.

“fuck.” he elongated, groaning loudly at the sight inbetween your legs.

pretty, lacy and tiny. your panties did nothing to hide how wet you were, as they sat completely soaked against you, desperate to be peeled off, hungry to be touched. he immediately positioned himself between your legs, grabbing either thigh before yanking you down to meet him, a squeal leaving your lips at his harsh actions.

“look at you, y/n.” he hissed, nose brushing against your clothed pussy immediately, breathing in the scent. “j-jungkook!” you squeaked, hands flying to his hair in almost embarrassment, as you watched him simply grunt against you like a pervert.

“a good man would be gentle with you..” he whispered underneath his breath, planting pepper kisses to anything he could get his hands on. “but i can’t do that baby. you understand, right?”

“don’t want you to be gentle.” you immediately shook your head in a whimper. “wanna feel you properly.”

that was all he needed. confirmation from his girl that she wanted it just as nasty as he wanted to give it to her - you really were a match made in heaven.

and so, he pushed your panties to a side, blowing against your pulsing clit for a second as he admired how fucking pretty your pussy looked like this, before utterly devouring you.

you let out a loud squeal, hands flying to his hair almost immediately as jungkook began eating you out like a man starved. your poor clit was being abused by his mouth as his sucked, licked, traced and bit, making you feel very inch of his emotions towards you.

you bucked your hips into him, desperate to get away from the overwhelming emotion, but he kept you pinned, grunting loudly at you each time you tried to pull apart. instead, you were resolved in pulling at his strands harshly, crying out his name despite knowing that everyone outside the room could probably hear you.

fuck, he knew you would taste good. one look at you and he knew you were candied all over, but this? how could he ever live without a taste of your pussy now that he was here? the way your thighs trembled violently, your core leaking, all whilst he played with you.

he relaxed one of your thighs with his hand before his fingers began prodding at your entrance, his eyes looking up to capture your own just as he inserted one, watching the way it scrunched up in a mixture of pleasure and shock.

“fuck, jungkook!”

the call of his name on your tongue as he gave you no time to adjust was euphoric, pumping his digit in and out, in and out, in and out as he suckled on your clit like a mad man. soon enough, he couldn’t help himself, inserting another whilst you whimpered about it being too much, only causing him to scoff against you.

“gotta be able to take my cock, pretty girl. need this pussy stretched out.”

you bucked your hips into him further at his words as he set a relentless pace, so deep, fingertips curling every chance he got. sure you had played with yourself, and had boyfriends touch you, but this was on another level. no man had ever made you moan so loudly, always having to fake orgasms and get off privately after but this? you realised there was no way you could let jungkook out of your life, not if your pussy craved this exact feeling forever.

“you’re so good to me. taste so good.” he groaned, all but making out with your pussy, your slick dripping from his chin. “don’t know how long i’ve wanted to do this.”

“wanted this too.” you whimpered back.

“yeah?” he scoffed, sucking, pumping. “i should’ve ate you out on your desk like i wanted. should have made you lock the door and kept your mouth full.”

“y-you can still..fuck..still do that.” you promised him, moaning uncontrollably at this point, scratching at his shoulders, at the sides of his face, anything you could get your hands on.

to that, he grunted, sucking particularly harshly on your clit. “yeah? you want me to do that, baby?”

you couldn’t respond. not when you were already close, already feeling something build in your stomach that you knew would ruin you for the rest of your life - three weeks and he had managed to outdo any man in your life thus far, and you paled to imagine the thought of not having him after this. not when his fingers pumped so meanly, tongue circling only to suck even meaner, causing your legs to shake uncontrollably around him.

“k-kook..m’gonna cum.” you managed to choke out, but it was like he couldn’t hear you, only going harsher, more eager, more desperate, his own hips grinding against the bed to feel some relief.

white, hot light soaked through you as your hips lifted off of the bed, a loud and choking squeal escaping just as your orgasm finally hit you. you could feel it run up and down your veins, coursing through you harder than any other time in your life, clenching around his fingers in a tight clamp. jungkook choked at the feeling, eyes shutting tight before opening up immediately to watch you orgasm for him, body shaking, whining and crying.

he continued to pump, not caring that you were a bundle of oversensitivity until you began slapping at his shoulders desperately to get him to stop. he listened, although reluctant, pulling away from the space between your legs with a small pant, your panties in his hands as he pushed them into his back pocket.

he was so much more perverted than you thought, and yet you liked it. yearned for it even, enjoying it beyond belief as you watched one another pant. you were dazed, eyes completely glossed over with a sense of need you had genuinely never felt before, watching as he pulled you up from your perched position.

you felt his hands on your dress, helping you remove it, unzipping and pulling it above your head, whilst you yanked at his own t-shirt, desperate to have him as bare as you. he couldn’t help the small smile at your actions, loving how needy you were now that you had cummed - god, you were so adorable.

soon enough, all that was left between you were his boxers, to which, you let out a pretty little sigh at the sight. he was big, too big for sure, but the print of him so harshly pressed against his boxers had you oozing between your legs once more, looking up at him almost shyly.

“dunno, kookie..i-i..don’t think you’ll fit.” you admitted honestly, the use of such a cute nickname doing something to him as he immediately hovered over you again, pressing kisses to your lips hungrily. “gotta make it fit, right baby? just need to take it.”

you nodded at him, so pliant in every way, his submissive doll. god, he felt like he was corrupting you, and yet he knew you were also leaving your mark on him too.

he wanted nothing more than to fuck your throat, but he knew he wouldn’t last, and so, he pulled down his boxers quickly, pumping his cock with one hand, pushing your hair away with the other. he asked you to lift your legs for him, to which you did sweetly, revealing your messy pussy once more, a slow breath escaping him.

he ran the tip of his cock up and down your core, collecting slick, just to see your expression. you were propped up on your elbows, watching him with an open mouth, a blissed out expression appearing everytime he nudged your sensitive clit, loving the feel of something so much larger than his fingers ruin you already.

“big breath.” he whispered down at you, as he began to push inside, watching the way your elbows gave out, your head falling plush to the pillows.

you grabbed onto his arms, letting out a loud, broken moan as the tip of his cock stretched you out wide, pushing deeper and deeper inside of you until you could genuinely feel him in your stomach. he wasn’t deterred by your nails digging into him, causing his skin to break, only further thrusting inside of you until he was fully inside, eyes never leaving yours.

watching the way you struggled to keep your eyes open, whimpering, shaking, yanking him down to you whilst also pulling at his hair, grabbing at his skin. god, he was going insane. he couldn’t breathe, not with you gripping him so tightly, not when he was completely inside you and still wanted to feel so much closer than what he already was.

“too big.” you whimpered out with a quivering lip, as he panted above you, pressing kisses to your face. your cheeks, your nose, your eyes, your lips - his angel girl. “doing so good for me baby, fuck. look at you.”

he took one of your hands, kissing it before pressing it against your own stomach so you could feel the slight bulge, your eyes rolling to the back of your head.

the mixture of pain and pleasure was utterly addicting, as though this was the one thing you had needed, craved even, without realising. how were you ever supposed to live without it now that you’d had a taste?

a whine was pulled from you as he suddenly pulled back, and gave you a thrust, skin slapping against skin almost immediately. he did it again, and again, and again, and again, until you were finally moaning, squealing each time he pushed back down on your stomach so you could feel him even deeper.

soon enough, he was setting a pace, thrusting j in and out of you, the sounds of your moans and his grunts filling the space, echoing out to the rest of the vip section.

you were usually a reserved person but even you couldn’t bring yourself to care, feeling utterly gone in the hands of a man you barely knew. this wasn’t like you, it was uncharacteristic - even your past boyfriends and flings were soft with you, equally as quiet and hesitant. jungkook went against everything you had ever known with his rough thrusts and harsh kisses, even the way he declared his interest for you felt too loaded to be deemed normal.

“so good to me.” he grunted into your ear as he began to set a faster pace, your moans echoing against the four walls, your eyes shutting tight. “fuck, fuck, fuck.” you whined out, legs widening for more.

the sound emitting from you both were downright sinful, as the tension of the past few weeks finally exploded between you both, jungkook fucking you like a man with a mission. his head rested against your own, hips ploughing into yours, cock all but bullying your poor pussy into submission as your lip continued to quiver, it all beginning to feel like too much and not enough.

“you’re so perfect.” he hissed. “you’re driving me insane. i can’t fucking think anymore, can’t..fuck, lift your hips..can’t do my job, can’t eat, can’t sleep. just you, all of the time.”

he sounded angry, as though you were genuinely plaguing him when all you had done was simply exist, doing nothing more than orbiting his life. it was enough to drive a man like him to ruins, as he realised very quickly that he had no intention of operating his life without you as his.

his words were ruining you too, as tears began to climb to the surface, only to flood and escape just as quickly as they formed. you were so overwhelmed by him, in the greatest of ways, and his delectations for you - you had never been desired so greatly, so openly, without any care of what it seemed like. it was obsessive, darkly so, and any other woman would have been smart enough to push him away. unfortunately for you, you simply spread your legs, begging him to go deeper.

“that’s it, baby. cry for me.” he cooed, genuinely enamoured by how sweet you were underneath him.

you raised your arms, wrapping them around his neck as he cupped your body, pulling you up so that he was practically fucking you off of the bed. you wanted to get closer. wanted to feel closer, even though it wasn’t even possible.

“feels so good.” you whined at him through hiccups, to which he nodded down at you, chest inflating, knowing he was bringing you pleasure. “yeah? like it when i fuck you open, my sweet girl?”

“wan’it all the time.” a sob almost tore out of your throat at the thought, the possibility even.

guys like him and girls like you, they didn’t make sense. you were too soft, too gentle, too understanding. he was rough all over, uncaring half the time with his words, mean by nature. lord knew that one taste of you had confirmed he would spend a lifetime changing that if it meant he could keep you for a second longer, especially with the way you were looking up at him with the sweetest of faces. how could he not be enamoured?

he let out a shaking breath, gripping you. this wasn’t normal, he knew that, fuck he was so aware it killed him - not even a month of knowing you and he couldn’t fathom not having this, not when you were everything he had ever secretly wanted. he knew you were the same too, with the way you were babbling, gripping onto him, your high approaching already but he didn’t want you cumming just yet, not when he had just started.

and so, he slowed his thrusts until he finally came to a halt, a loud, desperate whine echoing from the walls as you hit his chest. “why?”

instead, he grinded into you, making you feel every inch, every vein on his too big cock, just to see you squirm, just to see you shake.

“you’re mine, y/n. my girl now, you hear me?” he whispered down at you, face void of any emotion other pure, fucking devotion.

your quiet sobs only began to grow louder as you nodded earnestly up at him, fingers shaking once they finally locked into his hair once more, grabbing, pulling. “your girl.”

“my girl.” he repeated, panting as he began pick up his pace again. “fuck, the things i want to do to you.”

he smacked your ass harshly, the sound echoing around the room, hitting that sweet spot inside of you over and over until all you could feel were the shooting sparks trailing over your aching figure, your limbs curling around him desperately.

“do them. i want them all.” you begged him, hips lifting. “wanna feel you all the time, kookie.”

“yeah? kookie’ll do anything for you, baby. anything you ask for, i don’t give a fuck, it’ll be yours, you understand?” he was panting, voice harsh, almost mean. “this tight pussy was made for me.”

you let out the cutest “mhm” to confirm, knowing that his words were factual. his words rolled in your head, knowing you belonged to him both mind and body was beyond euphoria, but to know he truly meant it - fuck. it was insanity. this was genuine, unadulterated insanity.

soon enough, your positions had changed, as he bullied his cock back into you as you sat on top, your load moans heard by anyone close by. the feeling was unlike anything you had ever felt before, and though you had been stretched, jungkook choked at the feeling of how tightly you were clamping him.

he watched as you rode him, letting you take it at your own pace, your tits bouncing with every thrust. his bunny. you were too cute in this position, and as he sat up, his back against the headboard, he couldn’t fathom how sweet you looked trying to pleasure both yourself and him.

it wasn’t about the pace, it was about the effort. you put your all into everything, and despite him wanting to break you, it was this that had him coming undone in his mind. his girl, bouncing on a cock that barely fit earlier, ignoring the pain, completely overcome by the unbearable pleasure, rubbing her own clit.

“just like that.” he grunted, chest rising and falling as he watched you eagerly, his hands teasing your nipples. “such a good girl. just wanna feel good, don’t you? bouncing on my cock like a fucking slut.”

you clamped down hard on him at the name, liking it way more than you ever thought you would. “n-not..a slut.”

“yeah you fucking are. my slut, creaming on my cock like a whore.” he hissed, one hand coming up to grab and tighten around your throat, as he began to take charge, thrusting up and into you.

your eyes began to haze over, completely gone at the feel of him snapping into you.

“want you like this always. no thoughts in that pretty head, just taking it.”

your sobs only grew louder as his hand tightened on your neck, the lack of oxygen heightening your emotions. when he released you momentarily, you gulped in a large breath as his thrusts only hit harder, your ass bouncing against him with lewd noises echoing around the room.

you could feel it coming, your high rising in the pits of your stomach as you collapsed into his arms, falling forward to which he caught you almost immediately, not halting his movements even once. he cupped your face to his, cooing at you gently, pressing sweet kisses to your lips as though you were the prettiest thing he had ever fucking seen.

“gonna’cum.” you slurred, completely fucked out and cock drunk at this point as he completely wrapped his arms around you to trap him to his chest.

“fuck, me too baby. where do you want it?” he hissed, body marked from all of the scratches you had been leaving on him, sore cuts having formed.

you hiccuped as you met his gaze, lips glazing his. “inside. want you to cum here.”

your hand took a hold of his as you lead it to your pussy, where you were joined, the ploughing of his cock doing nothing to ease the restlessness of your mind. his breath caught at your words, wanting nothing more and yet never ever in a million years assuming you’d like the same. you weren’t even using protection, just fucking raw like rabid animals and hoping for the best.

what would be the worst case scenario? the thought of you pregnant had him seizing up, his balls full and ready to unload at the prospect of you carrying his child. he didn’t really give a fuck if it was too soon, or if you barely knew one another - he knew what he wanted. known it for years, and now that you were in front of him, begging for him to cum inside? he’d give you everything you wanted.

“yeah? want kookie to get you nice and round? get you pregnant?”

you hated the effect of his words as you nodded eagerly, matching his thrusts as a means to get exactly that.

his jaw became slack at the enthusiasm on your face, grunting loudly as he felt you clamp on his cock one last time, letting out a too loud squeal as you finally came.

hot, flashing white obscured your vision as you closed your eyes, electricity running up and down your veins, a final, devastating whimper escaping your bruised lips. your legs shook around him, your pussy clenching harshly to the point he choked, gripping you tightly, feeling his own orgasm wash over him.

you both fucked back into each other to ride out your highs desperately, with a mixture of lips clashing, moans shared between embrace, skin still slapping against skin. only when you wined out of overstimulation did he finally stop, chest heaving, arms still caging you.

the minutes after blurred into the quiet buzz, and music that could faintly be heard from downstairs. your eyes closed as you let him manoeuvre you, soft kisses being planted on every inch of you, sweet nothings whispered into the confinements of your ear as though they belonged to you, and you alone. your heart inflated at the way he brushed your hair out of your face, keeping you full with his cock with no intention of pulling out.

“did so good for me, baby.”

you almost shyly hid your face in his neck, slightly embarrassed by how intimate the situation now was with the absence of sexual tension. he wasn’t deterred, instead smiling down at the way your cheeks heated up at his attention, a quiet huff of amusement leaving him.

“i meant it by the way.” he hummed, positioning you so you were more comfortable, all whilst his cum leaked on either side of his cock, still stuffed inside of you. “you’re my girl, yeah?”

it was your turn to smile up at him, not bothering to respond but instead, press a soft kiss to his lips in confirmation.

all his.

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end of term performances were the bane of your living existence. the children were stressed, the teachers were stressed, everything required a level of attention and meticulous care to the very last second all in hopes of pleasing parents. it felt excessive at times, but seeing your students up on stage, so adorably singing their hearts out just as they’d rehearsed did something to your brain that you utterly adored. it was all worth it in the end.

you stood, just behind the parents, in a corner of the room, watching the performance in front of you with a soft smile, holding up a thumbs up whenever one of your children looked at you for support. they were all performing beautifully, and judging from the fact there seemed to be not a dry eye in the sea of parents, you were pretty proud of yourself.

your stomach, however, was filled with butterflies at the sight of jungkook sat, alongside arin’s parents, only a few rows in front of you. you’d recognise your boyfriends shoulders anywhere, with his towering height and bigger build - even calling him that made you want to giggle into your own hands like a school girl.

the days following the club felt like a fever dream. he had cleaned you up, taken you home and stayed with you all night, leaving only reluctantly due to work commitments. he texted you as much as you needed, knowing you were an overthinker, always checking in on you, facetiming you more times than you could even count.

it had only been two months since that night but things were rapidly progressing between you. it was pretty clear to both of you that this wasn’t a normal relationship, and that the feelings you both shared for one another were intense to say the least. you felt insane half of the time, almost too scared to tell him the depth of your feelings for him, and yet jungkook had no qualms about it whatsoever.

whether you were in his arms, or over a call, or even stuffed full of his cock - he took every opportunity he got to tell you how deeply he wanted you - no, needed. you often came into the tattoo shop after your own shifts just to spend time with him, where he’d feed you, hold you, breathe in your scent.

you had met all of his friends, and his family, including arin’s parents who were quite literally over the moon over jungkook’s choice of partner. everyone who would meet you couldn’t believe he had managed to get someone so different, and despite being a ladies man, you were the definition of a keeper.

little arin had practically exploded at the confirmation you would be in her life in a more intimate way, constantly asking if you could come over to her house to play now that you were uncle kook’s girlfriend.

it all felt like a massive whirlwind of events, some that felt too fantastical to really be a reality. yejin teased you with every passing moment, until you had set her up with one of jungkook’s friends, jin, who owned the club. that resulted in her coming into work rather disheveled, clearly having showered and dressed in a hurry as she took you into your empty classroom to unload all of the dirty experiences.

it seemed that you were happy in every facet of your life, in ways you genuinely didn’t think were possible. even stood here as you admired the back of his head, you could feel your cheeks heating up, harbouring a soft smile you hid behind one of your hands.

soon enough, the performance was over, the children collected by their parents, all singing one another’s praises whilst you made your way to your classroom, humming underneath your breath. it was late and you just wanted to finish off a few bits and bobs before making your way back home.

you bent over a pile of finger paintings, hair pulled up into a messy bun to get it out of your face, your lip bitten. you just needed to pin a few up before you left, humming quietly as you gathered everything you needed, climbing up your step stool.

you leaned upwards, wobbling slightly as you almost lost your footing, a small squeak leaving your lips. before you could move an inch, two hardened hands grabbed you by your waist, positioning you back properly.

looking down, you met the gaze of your boyfriend, who was looking up at you in amusement.

“oh! i thought you left.” you blushed pink, embarrassed at being so clumsy in front of him.

“wanted a kiss.” he simply responded, before picking you up with ease, putting you back on the ground to actually face him.

the giggle you let out was one he was growing to love more and more with each passing day as you leaned upwards, pressing a small peck to his lips. he grunted, causing you to leave a few more, not wanting to have a full blown make out session at your workplace despite doing it so often at his. perks of being the boss.

“where do you want this?” he asked, taking the paintings out of your hands, barely stretching his hands up for the same space you had to climb just to reach.

fuck. you hated how attractive that was.

“thank you.” you pressed another kiss to his back once you had informed him, shuffling away to clean the rest of your station.

“you were good with them today. couldn’t stop watching you, think arin probably noticed.” he laughed a little underneath his breath once he had finished up, walking over to you. he slung his arms around your waist, pulling you in so your back sat flushed against his front. “didn’t think it’d make my brain go crazy.”

“what’d you mean?” you hummed, fingers tracing his fingers.

“is it too soon to get you pregnant?” he asked openly, causing you to gasp out loud, slapping his arm in protest at such crude language.

“kookie!”

he couldn’t help the smirk as he watched you flush bright red, the giggles that left you a clear indication of how you really felt.

“what? can you blame me?”

“you can’t talk like that.” you murmured through a shy smile, despite his kisses coming to attack you on your neck, jaw and cheek.

he leaned, forehead against yours, the moment oddly intimate. more intimate than anything else you’d ever really known, and yet that seemed to be a norm with him. he planted kisses to your face, anywhere he could access, as though nothing was enough and yet he wanted more and more and more and more.

“okay, help me just organise these drawings and then we can go home.” you teased, to which he nodded immediately, a man made pliant by the woman in his life.

you handed him a portion, whilst you did the rest, organising them in alphabetical order so it was easy to access tomorrow when you handed them back out to parents. you continued your smooth hum from earlier as you both worked respectively, the quiet between you welcomed and comfortable.

as you completed yours, you noticed jungkook, furrow in his brow as he stared at one openly in his hands. he was examining it in great detail, causing a pearl of curiosity to burn in your mind.

“what’ve you got there?”

he didn’t answer, as you walked over for yourself, cheekily sliding under his arm so you could view it within the confinements of his warmth. his expression shifted as one of his hands immediately took a hold of you, a too large hand gripping your stomach possessively. you loved how it felt.

a crayon drawing.

arin’s.

5 stick figures. a cute puppy in the corner, sun in the sky, grass on the ground.

your chest tightened as you recognised what you were seeing immediately.

arin, holding both of her parent’s hand’s, a big love heart above all of their heads as she depicted her happy little family. beside them, two others, holding hands, one labelled “uncle kook” and the other “auntie y/n”.

it looked incredibly similar to the one she had made three months ago, in that parents evening hall, where she had already depicted her two favourite people outside of her parents together, happy. a prophecy, it felt like.

the difference in this depiction, however was the big, fat diamond on your finger, and the veil on your head.

whilst you were busy gasping, eyes wide, finally looking at what she had depicted, you didn’t notice jungkook staring down at you, gauging your reaction whilst only pushing you back deeper into him, the incessant monster in his brain telling him to make it a reality and to do it quickly.

his wife. fuck. what a dream.

he’d make that happen. soon.

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IM BACK!

guys, this was originally supposed to be 1k words but unfortunately, i cant shut the fuck up to save my life omg

i hope you guys enjoyed, i just love this pairing so much, aren’t they the cutest ever 😢 i have a few ideas pending for potential drabbles in the future if you guys are interested

thank you guys so much for reading, and thank you for your continued patience - if you want to show some love, my kofi is here, there’s no obligation whatsoever!!

hell, nobody was.

you liked keeping some things to yourself and that tattoo was one of them. you had gotten it inked when you finally got selected for the university — years of hard work finally paying off. and mind it, you were thorough with your research in this case as well. you weren't the type to just pick something off a flash sheet on a whim. you had looked through various designs for weeks, but you gave more weight to their symbolism and meanings than the aesthetics alone. then, you had come across pink lilies. according to several websites — and more importantly, your neighbour's florist dad — they represent femininity, happiness and finally, compassion.

that's what you felt — compassion — towards yourself.

compassion towards yourself for working on your dreams, for always trying your best even when it was hard, for crying through some days but still getting back up stronger, for doing it whether you were happy or sad, for being you, forever. it was a permanent reminder of the girl who survived the pressure, the one who bloomed in the dark.

nobody in your life knew about the tattoo — not even your parents or your closest friends. neither did you give them any opportunity to, always clad in clothes showing little to no skin of your waist — not just to hide the ink, but also because you were more comfortable that way. you preferred the safety of oversized cardigans, baggy t shirts and high-waisted jeans, keeping your secrets tucked beneath layers. that's why you were so stunned when you realised that not only had he seen it, but he had managed to observe exactly which flower it was in the microsecond that it was visible.

how could he be that observant ? his eyes were supposed to be on the economic growth charts, not on the sliver of skin above your hip.

all of a sudden, you realised that your walk down memory lane had lasted quite a few minutes, leaving jisung's question unanswered while you stared blankly at your notebook. you managed to stutter a response, "o-oh yes, i uh i love lilies. they’re... special to me."

jisung nodded in acknowledgement, turning his gaze back to the book in front of him. you heaved an internal sigh of relief to find him not questioning you and seemingly unbothered.

unbothered ? han jisung ? right now ?

unbothered when he had just discovered that the very person he had been pining after ever since he started university might just be the same as the angel on his screen he was obsessed with ? his mind was a whirlwind behind that calm masked expression. he could still see the way the petals of the lily curved against your waist and oh god — it was the exact same way they had shifted on his monitor when you had arched your back for him yesterday.

unbothered when he finally realised why the shy giggles through his headphones felt so familiar, having heard your melodious giggles in class, his ears craving the sound forever ? every time you had laughed at a professor's joke, he had felt a pull in his chest he couldn't explain. now he knew why. the girl he respected in the light was the same one who broke for him in the dark.

unbothered when it finally hit him that deep down, he was a goner, but only for you — in any way you wished ? he wasn't sure it was just a crush anymore. he was craving your presence, your voice, you. the revelation sat heavy in his chest, his heart hammering so hard he was sure you could hear it through the mahogany table.

he wasn't unbothered. he was barely holding himself back from closing his textbook and asking you exactly how messy you had gotten for him last night. his patience was hanging by a thread while he watched you working on the project, completely oblivious.

the two of you finished the study session in silence, the hours ticking by until you both finally headed home. you were sleeping peacefully, albeit after an hour of overthinking about him catching a glimpse of your tattoo and what it meant. however, jisung stayed up fighting for his life, trying to comprehend the reality of it all — was he going insane ? the girl of his dreams and the girl on his screen was the same all along, and he was officially a goner.

—————

another busy week at the university had finally come to an end, but it had left you feeling particularly hot and bothered. the cause being the increased proximity with the man of your dreams — the sheer number of hours you spent together working on the project. it did not help that your last meeting with him had ended with his eyes on your waist and no words on your lips.

finally the weekend rolled around and you found yourself setting up for your livestream. the camera was angled, the ring light in place, the rest of the room doused in moonlight entering through the windows. you leaned back, checking the frame one last time. today's outfit was the perfect balance of cozy and teasing.

the grey and white striped top looked deceptively casual, the long sleeves giving off a soft, homey vibe, but the fabric hugged your curves in a way that was anything but accidental. then there was the black mini skirt — short, bouncy, and the ruffles added a playful flare, sitting high on your hips.

but the real star of the show ? the thick white stockings.

they squeezed your thighs just right, creating that perfect soft dip in the skin where the fabric ended and your legs began. the extra thickness of the knit made them look plush and soft, a stark contrast against the dark ruffles of the skirt. they highlighted the soft curve of your legs, making them look pillowy and inviting, the kind of texture that begged for a lingering touch.

it was the kind of look that said you weren't trying too hard, yet every detail was designed to keep eyes glued to the screen. this outfit — a new one — was one of your favourites, and you would be lying if you said you weren't excited to see everybody's reactions to it.

everybody. right.

not just the one username that makes your eyes light up.

definitely not.

shaking your head to rid yourself of the thoughts, you clicked on the button and started the live stream with bated breath.

• moonlit_haze is live •

when the notification popped up on his screen, jisung was about to click it — call it instinct. but then his mind drifted to the newly acquired knowledge that the girl behind the screen was you. you never showed much skin; even the slight exposure in the library, when your cardigan had ridden up, had left you flustered. he would be lying if he said he didn't enjoy the view of you covered in a pink tint — you looked too adorable. however, his mind couldn't skim past the fact that you clearly valued your privacy — would his watching the stream make you uncomfortable? was he betraying your trust in a way?

jisung was still contemplating — his brain muddled with the dilemma when he gets another notification.

• moonlit_haze invites you to the livestream •

you had sent him a special invite —

were you wondering where he was ?

were you waiting for him ?

where you — dare he say — missing him ?

oh how could he say no to you.

jisung's fingers reacted before he could, reaching out to click and accept the invite. his screen changed and there you were — in all your glory.

• j.one_01 has accepted your invite •

finally.

you had noticed he was online, that tiny green dot flickering next to his name, yet he hadn't joined. usually, he was the first one there, but today he was just... lingering. you waited. one minute. two. you had dolled up specifically for him — every ruffle and every inch of those stockings was for his eyes only. was he really not going to join ? was he not going to give you the reaction you were so clearly craving ?

at last, the restlessness had won, and you ended up inviting him instead. in hindsight, did it come off as too desperate ? were you being too obvious ? well, that was a worry for later — because he was finally here.

" you're late, j.one. i was waiting to hear about what you thought of my outfit today."

the words left your lips with a playful tilt, your voice dropping into that soft, melodic tone you reserved just for the camera — and for him. you leaned back, letting the chair creak slightly as you adjusted your position, making sure the moonlight hit the ruffles of your skirt just right. you weren't even looking at the chat yet, but you could feel the weight of his presence the second his name appeared on the screen.

you were teasing him, and you knew it. the silence on his end only made you bolder — you wanted to hear him say it. you wanted to know if the view of your thighs in those thick white stockings was doing exactly what you intended it to do.

jisung groaned.

he could practically hear the pout in your voice.

oh he didn't want to make you sad — when had he ever intended that ?

and your outfit ?

oh he would give you a reaction alright.

j.one_01 ($100): i'm sorry angel, i had to get my glasses. also this outfit looks fucking ethereal on you — might just be my favourite.

his eyes were fixed on the screen, heart hammering against his ribs at the sight of you. he was staring. he couldn't help it. the top looked so soft against your waist and the skirt accentuated your beautiful curvy hips. but oh god —

the thighs.

the beautiful fucking thighs.

clad in the soft white knit, you literally looked like the definition of an angel, his nickname for you coming to life. the soft knit of your stockings dug into your plush skin, your soft thighs nearly spilling out of them. the way they squeezed your thighs was just enough to make his breath hitch. he had been trying to be good, trying to keep his distance, but one look at you and all those noble intentions were out the window. he was yours, and by the way you were looking into the lens, you knew it.

as you read his comment, your heart skipped.

oh, he wore glasses.

immediately, your thoughts traitorously drifted back to the library — to the man who sat beside you with those beautiful silver frames perched on the bridge of his nose. he had such a gorgeous face, eyes so deep and captivating — of course, they deserved to be framed like a piece of art.

one thought led to another, and suddenly, your mind was entirely consumed by han jisung.

it was the way he carried himself — that effortless blend of sharp intellect and genuine passion. he was the type of person who excelled at everything he touched, yet he remained grounded, his politeness and respect never wavering. he listened to you with a focus that made you feel like the only person in the room, his brilliance only matched by his humility.

and then there was his smile. those beautiful, plush lips curving just right, sending your heart racing a mile a minute.

and what to say about his body —

those biceps.

every ounce of your principles seemed to evaporate the moment you pictured them — you were ready to do anything just to be caged in his arms. then there were the pecs, the sharp line of his jaw, and those neck veins that stood out when he was concentrated — it was such a lethal combination. he was a masterpiece of a man, and the more you thought about him, the harder it was to remember you were supposed to be looking at a camera.

all of a sudden, your attention snapped back to the room — the glow of the ring light and the hum of the camera bringing you back to reality.

shaking off the image of jisung’s lips, you pretended nothing had happened. since the camera was angled strictly from the neck down, the chat couldn't see the crimson flush creeping up your face, but they could see the way your chest rose and fell with every uneven breath. you refocused on the screen, reading the flurry of incoming comments.

onlyforher_65 ($50): babe did you zone out —

sam75rover ($40): she's sighing so softly omg

softspot404 ($45): those are sighs of yearning, i can feel it

the chat was moving fast, a blur of texts and tips. they were picking up on every little sound, every hitched breath. you cleared your throat, trying to regain your composure, but it was hard to stay grounded when your mind was still half-lost in the library, tracing the lines of a man who was now watching you from the other side of a screen.

"sorry guys, i just... um... lost myself for a moment."

your voice was breathy, trembling slightly as it filtered through the mic. since they couldn't see your face, every tiny sound was magnified—every hitched breath, every soft swallow, every restless shift of your weight. the way the ruffles of your skirt rustled against your stockings was the only thing filling the silence.

the chat exploded.

gooninghard12 ($40): your voice is hitching T-T

dr3am3rb0y ($45): she's definitely blushing

kals.forlife ($40): do you have a crushhhhh ~

"hm maybe i do —"

the words were barely a whisper, a soft, shy giggle escaping your lips as you spoke them into the mic. you reached down, your fingers nervously tracing the hem of your black skirt, pulling at the ruffles as if that could ground you. but the damage was done.

the chat went absolutely feral, the text scrolling so fast it became a blur of white and neon. they couldn't see your eyes, but they could see the way you fidgeted. they saw your thighs press together, the white knit of your stockings straining against the movement. they heard the catch in your throat.

you were practically radiating a soft, nervous energy, your body language betraying the secret you hadn't even fully admitted to yourself. you were a mess — a pretty, ruffled, pink-tinted mess — and all because of a man who was staring at his screen right now, unknown to you, wondering who was that breathy confession for.

jisung didn't feel jealous. or at least, he didn't think he did. he had never really known the emotion — why would he ? he was a man who excelled at everything he touched, and if he ever lacked in a skill, he worked until he mastered it. but this ? this burning sensation in his chest was something he couldn't just study and overcome.

the idea of you yearning for someone who wasn't him — someone who didn't see the way your eyes lit up in the library or how your cardigan slid off your shoulder — made him feel a way that was entirely illogical. it was a sharp, jagged heat that he couldn't handle. his grip tightened on his desk, his knuckles turning white as he watched the way your soft thighs pressed together on the screen.

who was he ? who was the one making you sigh like that ?

before he knew it, his hands flew over the keyboard, typing and pressing enter.

j.one_01 ($80): who is the person, angel ?

a flurry of comments appeared on the screen, a chaotic scroll of curiosity, but your eyes were instantly hooked onto his username. the bold text sat there like a demand, and you didn't know what to do with it. you forced your gaze to move away from his comment, heart thudding against your ribs as you tried to focus on the others.

onlyforher_65 ($50): WHO IS THE LUCKY GUY ?!

dr3am3rb0y ($45): tell us tell us TELL US PLS

kals.forlife ($40): I KNEW IT !

you smiled again, finding everyone’s enthusiasm amusing, to say the least. it was a heady feeling — being the center of all that frantic curiosity. besides, this was your safe space. no one here knew the girl behind the camera, the quiet student who spent her hours buried in books.

right ?

you felt a sudden, reckless surge of confidence. if you couldn't say it to his face in the library, you could at least whisper it to the shadows of the internet. you might as well get it off your chest.

leaning closer to the mic, you let your fingers wander to the hem of your skirt, nervously twisting the fabric. the camera captured the way your thighs tensed, the white stockings stretching over your skin.

"well..." you started, your voice dropping into a low, confiding tone that sent the chat into another frenzy. "he's... he's my classmate in university and he’s brilliant. the kind of person who makes you feel like you're learning something new just by being near him. and he has this way of looking at things — so focused, so intense, so passionate."

you paused, biting your lip as the image of silver frames and plush lips flashed in your mind. "and he is kind... kind and gentle," you whispered, almost to yourself. "so gentle yet grounding, like being in his vicinity makes you feel lighter."

across the screen, jisung felt the air leave his lungs. his grip on the desk loosened, his heart stuttering at the sheer tenderness in your tone. he had expected you to talk about someone flashy, someone loud — but the way you spoke of this man, with such soft reverence, made the burning in his chest shift into something deeper, something far more dangerous. he found himself wishing — with a desperation that terrified him — that he could be that man for you. hell, he'd be anyone you wanted him to be.

your details warranted another inflow of comments, and you browsed through them with a gentle smile, mind already in a better headspace just thinking about him.

dr3am3rb0y ($45): HE SOUNDS JUST LIKE YOUR TYPE

gooninghard12 ($40): what does he look likeeee

softspot404 ($45): IS HE HOT BABE

you giggled, feeling giddy, the sound bubbling up from your chest. you shifted in your seat, the soft white knit of your stockings rubbing together with a quiet, shushing sound that the mic caught perfectly.

"is he hot ?" you repeated the question, your voice trailing off into a dreamy sigh. " is the moon pretty ? is the earth revolving ?" you let out a soft, airy breath, the sound vibrating through the mic. "he’s... gorgeous — too ethereal, i swear to god — but it’s more than that. he has this sharp jawline and the most beautiful eyes — the kind you can gladly drown into. his hands — christ — they're decorated with the most perfect veins and they... they look like they would be so careful, but also so so strong."

you traced a finger over your own wrist, imagining his touch. "and when he wears his glasses... the silver frames just make him look so sophisticated yet all my brain can think about is jumping his bones. honestly he's so much more than a crush, he's just the man of my dreams."

behind his screen, jisung felt a jolt of electricity shoot down his spine. his hand instinctively went to the bridge of his nose, fingers brushing the cool, polished metal of his own glasses. his heart was hammering so loudly he could hear it in his ears, a frantic thudding that made his vision swim.

it was a coincidence.

it had to be.

silver frames were common.

and plenty of people were brilliant.

he was held captive by your voice, waiting for the next detail to either shatter his hope or change his life forever. desperate and reckless, he needed to know if the man of your dreams was the one currently losing his mind over the way you spoke of him as your soft thighs spilled out of those white stockings.

then, your words fell into his ears, and they made the very air leave his lungs. the rest of the world ceased to exist — the glow of his monitors, the hum of the room — it all faded into a blur as his mind replayed your whisper.

"and he has this perfect choco chip mole on his right cheek that just adds to all of his beauty."

his hand instinctively reached out, his fingertips ghosting over the small mark on his right cheek. a jolt of electricity, sharper than any before, surged through him.

was it really him ?

did you really mean all of that for him ?

despite these signs pointing towards him, he just needed a final final confirmation, the logic-driven part of his brain struggled to comprehend it.

the girl he has been pining over wants him back ?

the girl of his dreams wants him back ?

he needed a final, undeniable confirmation.

with his heart hammering a frantic rhythm against his ribs, he pulled his phone from the desk. his fingers — usually so steady — trembled slightly as he typed out a message. he asked to meet in his dorm for the project next week instead of the library, claiming he was only free in the evening and the library would be closed by then.

it was a flimsy excuse, a test, a lure.

in real time, he saw your phone screen light up on the stream the exact second he hit send.

you glanced down, and a soft, amused laugh escaping you — a sound so intimate it made his breath hitch. "the person we were just talking about... he literally just texted me right now," you murmured into the mic, your voice laced with a sweet, disbelieving giddiness.

jesus fucking christ.

it was him.

it felt like you were reaching through the screen and stripping him bare in front of thousands while he sat in the dark, frozen. the intellect he was so proud of, the iron-clad composure he worked so hard to maintain — it all evaporated in an instant. he wasn't just watching a confession — he was witnessing his own undoing. you weren't pining for a stranger — you were pining for him, and as the stream continued, han jisung was utterly unraveling at the weight of your words.

you leaned back in your chair, the soft ruffles of your skirt settling as you let out a long, shaky exhale. the thrill of the confession was still humming under your skin, but the weight of that text message was pulling you back to reality.

"okay, that’s enough heart-to-hearts for one night," you said, your voice returning to a more natural, though still slightly playful, tone.

you smoothed the white knit of your stockings one last time, a small smile tugging at your lips as you looked at the camera lens. "i’ve got a project to... prepare for. thanks for hanging out with me, everyone."

the chat flooded with "goodnights" and "good lucks," the screen a chaotic blur of support. you gave a small, shy wave before reaching out and clicking the button to disconnect.

the monitors dimmed, and the familiar silence of your room rushed back in. you sat there for a moment in the dark, the only light coming from your phone screen. you picked it up, your thumb hovering over jisung's message, replying with a "sounds good !" before finally heading to bed, unaware that on the other side of the screen, his world had just shifted forever.

—————

holy mother of god.

why was he coming this way ?

you were sitting in class awaiting the professor when you saw jisung enter the lecture hall. up until this point, everything was normal. however, he walked right past his usual seat and started walking in what was undeniably your direction. before your brain could fully process the shift, jisung was standing directly in front of you with that lovely smile, his silver frames on his head, used to hold his hair back today. god — even his forehead was sexy.

"hey ! i was wondering if i could sit here ?"

his voice was a low hum that vibrated through the wooden desk and into your bones. you blinked, your heart performing a frantic tap-dance against your ribs. you had already met up with him several times to work on this project, but it had always been in the controlled environment of the library. there, the sessions were a maximum of two hours, and the silence was your shield.

the lectures, however, lasted for around four hours. the worst part was that you couldn't stay entirely engrossed in your notebook like you did during study sessions. you had to look up, understand the professor, and interact, and you were silently praying to god to keep your sanity intact while he sat right next to you for the entire duration.

"uh — yeah. yeah, sure," you managed to stammer, desperately hoping your voice didn't crack.

as he slid into the seat next to yours, the heat radiating from his shoulder felt like a physical blow. you stared straight ahead, but how could you evade the piece of art sitting right beside you, catching your attention from your peripheral vision.

"thanks," he murmured, leaning in as his broad shoulder brushed against yours.

unbeknownst to you, jisung was just trying to be more friendly, hoping to become friends and maybe gradually ask you out. up until now, he had always maintained a respectful boundary, careful not to intrude on your space or make you uncomfortable.

he had mistaken your shy silence for a need for professional distance, so he kept his interactions strictly about the project, never daring to push past that invisible wall. he had no idea that every time he backed off to give you room, your heart was actually screaming for him to come closer.

the four hours of the lecture were a slow-burn torture for you. it was a constant battle for survival — every time he shifted in the cramped seat, the heat of his shoulder against yours made your patience thinner and your resolve crumble. you spent the entire time staring at the chalkboard, but your mind was stuck on the physical heat of his presence, counting down the minutes until you could finally breathe again.

for jisung, the experience was even worse.

even though you were wearing baggy jeans, the proximity was lethal. every time his leg brushed against yours, he could feel the radiating warmth of your thigh through the denim, making his throat go dry as his mind wandered to the softness hidden beneath the fabric. he had to grip his pen with white-knuckled intensity just to stay focused on the professor while being so agonizingly close to you.

by the time the professor dismissed the class, you both packed up in a blur of polite smiles and lingering glances. the day bled into evening, the anticipation of the meeting hanging over you.

as the sun finally dipped below the horizon, your phone buzzed on your desk, the screen illuminating the dark room.

jisung [5:55 pm]: hey, my dorm is in building b. room 312.

jisung [5:56 pm]: see you soon.

replying with an "okay!", you started getting ready to leave for his dorm. the gears in your brain were already turning at the idea of being in his personal space. you didn't want to pass up this opportunity just because you were too shy to make a move — you needed to try, for your own sake.

he had practically sat beside you the entire day and talked so sweetly, with the softest of touches. you couldn't help but want to dress up for him, moving away from your regular soft, baggy clothes.

you walked over to your wardrobe, and right in front of you was the outfit you had worn for the last live stream: the grey top, the black skirt, and finally, the soft white knit stockings.

wouldn't it be particularly romantic to wear the same outfit you had on when you confessed your crush, even if it hadn't been directly to him ?

plus, it was just going to be him.

he had already mentioned asking his roommate to leave so you could both study in peace, likely sensing you were shy and would be apprehensive around new people. mustering every bit of courage you had left, you finally decided on the outfit, letting the romantic irony of the choice settle the butterflies in your stomach.

you put on your outfit, styling your hair in a half-up, half-down look with a claw clip. after grabbing your tote bag, you realized the outfit was a bit too risky for a solo walk, so you decided to take a taxi.

upon reaching the building, you took the lift up to the third floor and moved towards apartment 312. you could hear the muffled sounds of guys laughing inside — presumably they were his roommates or friends — before you finally rang the bell. you checked your phone — 6:15 pm. you were exactly on time.

good gracious —

jisung opened the door, and if you thought he looked handsome in class, he looked perfectly delectable right now. he was clad in a soft grey long-sleeved t-shirt and black baggy sweatpants, his hair slightly ruffled and those silver frames in their designated place on the bridge of his nose. you could practically feel the saliva pooling in your mouth.

was that an angel ?

was that his angel ?

this was the only thing running through jisung's mind the second his eyes landed on you. you were wearing the exact same outfit from your last livestream, and he felt like he was about to have a stroke. the screen and camera did no justice to the way your curves were enhanced by that skirt.

and then, the absolute cause of his demise.

those thighs.

they were clad in the soft white knit stockings, with a sliver of honeyed skin visible where the fabric ended. he had to physically dig his nails into his palms to keep from reaching out to touch the soft curve of your waist or those plush thighs pressing together.

"hey, you're here," he managed to say, though his voice sounded raspier than usual.

you whispered a "hey" as jisung ushered you inside, his hand reaching out to instinctively take your tote bag from your shoulder. he murmured something about his friends just heading out, but your heart was already beating too fast for you to fully process his words.

as you stepped into the warmth of the dorm, you offered a shy greeting to the two guys standing in the common area. they were already grabbing their jackets, their eyes flickering between you and jisung with poorly hidden amusement. they didn't linger — after a few quick nods and greetings in your direction, they moved toward the hallway.

just as they reached the threshold, one of them tossed a wave back over his shoulder.

"bye j.one, see you tomorrow."

the door clicked shut, the lock engaging with a heavy thud that seemed to echo through the sudden silence of the room.

the air in the small apartment shifted instantly. you stood frozen, the name echoing in your mind like a physical blow.

han jisung.

j.one.

'j' for jisung and... han is 'one' in korean.

j.one.

your brain scrambled to put the pieces together.

the username of the man who had dominated your chat, the one who had dropped a thousand dollars just to hear you speak his name. you slowly turned to look at him, your pulse skyrocketing.

it wasn't a coincidence. it was him.

the man of your dreams was standing right in front of you, and he had heard every single word of your confession.

"you're... you're j.one" you breathed out, the words barely a whisper as you took in the sight of him.

jisung stood there, still holding your tote bag, his posture stiffening as the silence stretched between you. he knew the mask had slipped the moment his friend used that name.

as your mind processed the influx of information, it finally dawned upon you."that's why you — you were shocked when you saw the... the tattoo" you breathed, the reality of it settling heavily in the room.

he didn't try to deny it. instead, his grip tightened slightly on the straps of your bag, and he let out a slow, shaky breath.

"that was the day i found out — and i... i couldn't believe the girl of my dreams..." he murmured, his words trailing off as eyes searched yours with a mix of anxiety and hope.

wait.

what ?

"t-the girl of your d-dreams ?" you muttered, as you repeated the words that fell from his lips, sounding foreign to your own ears.

the confession sent your world spinning. all this time, you had been harboring a crush on the quiet, handsome boy in your lectures, never imagining that the mysterious "j.one" who supported your streams was the very same person. but it was even more than that — he had been falling for you in both worlds simultaneously.

"i've liked you since the first day of the semester," jisung admitted, his voice dropping to that low, vibrating register. "long before I ever found your channel. and then, when I saw you on my screen and saw the same tattoo... i realized the girl i was falling for in class was the same girl i was losing my mind over online. i was terrified that if i told you all of a sudden, it would ruin everything we were building in person."

he took a tentative step closer, the soft light of the dorm room catching the silver of his frames as his gaze dropped to your outfit — the very one from your confession.

"i've been watching your streams since you started," he confessed, his voice dropping to that low, vibrating register. "at first, I couldn't believe it. I’d spend my days sitting behind you in lecture, memorizing the way you'd tuck your hair behind your ear, and then I’d go home and see you on my screen. I felt like I was living two different lives, and in both of them, I was completely falling for you."

you stood there, your brain finally connecting the dots — the way j.one always knew exactly what to say to calm your nerves, make you feel more comfortable, make you feel at home.

it wasn't just luck. it was really him.

you buried your face in your palms, blood rushing to your cheeks until they feel like they might actually catch fire. the heat was so intense it was nearly crimson, staining your skin under the soft light of his room.

"oh god — jisung, i've been losing my mind over you for months," you muttered into your hands, the words muffled and thick with the kind of raw embarrassment that made you want to melt into the floor. "i was literally swooning over you on a livestream because i thought you wouldn't notice me. and all this time... it was you ? you were right there ?"

the silence that followed was heavy, but not uncomfortable. it was the kind of silence that happens right before a storm breaks.

jisung let out a soft, breathy laugh — a sound that was part relief and part pure, unadulterated longing. he set your tote bag down on the entryway table with a clinical sort of care, his movements slow and deliberate. when he stepped toward you, you could feel the shift in the air, the way his presence suddenly loomed larger, warmer, and much more real than a username on a screen.

"look at me," he whispered, his voice a low, honeyed command that vibrated right in the center of your chest.

you shook your head frantically behind your fingers, your heart performing a violent rhythm against your ribs.

but jisung wasn't having it.

he reached out, his fingers gently encircling your wrists. his touch was firm but incredibly soft, the warmth of his skin sending a jolt through you that made your breath hitch. slowly, he pulled your hands away from your face, forcing you to meet his gaze.

up close, behind the silver frames of the glasses, his eyes were dark, searching yours with a desperate kind of intensity.

oh he could look at you for eternity.

you were so ethereal, he was awestruck.

"you have no idea," he murmured, his thumb grazing the pulse point on your wrist. "you think you were the only one going crazy ? i sat next to you for four hours today trying to breathe normally while your leg was inches away from mine. i've been sitting in that library staring at you, wondering how someone could be so perfect."

jisung leaned in just a fraction, his scent — that intoxicating mix of clean laundry, slight musk and something uniquely him — clouding your senses.

"i don't just want the girl on the screen," he whispered, his gaze dropping to your lips for a fraction of a second before snapping back to your eyes. "i want the girl who aces everything quietly. the girl who bites her lip when she’s thinking. the girl who's smile makes the world seem brighter, warmer. i want you."

a blooming sensation emerged in your chest, as if your heart was growing too big for your ribs, trying to burst at the seams from the sheer weight of the affection he was showing you. for the first time, the jisung you adored and the j.one you craved were the same person, and he was standing right in your space, looking at you like you were the only thing that mattered.

"i want you too, jisung. so badly that every thought exits my brain the second i look at you. even a text or a comment from you makes my knees buckle. every time you smiled at me in class, the world felt brighter, and i couldn't help but want you more and more," you whispered, the words pouring out of you now that the dam had finally broken.

the intensity in his eyes deepened, his grip on your wrists softening as his hands slid up to rest on your waist. the heat from his palms seeped through the fabric of your grey top, grounding you even as your head spun.

"you have no idea how long i've waited to hear you say that," he murmured, his voice dropping an octave, becoming that low, husky tone that usually only existed in your dreams of him over you.

jisung took another half-step closer, the distance between you now completely non-existent. you could feel the rhythmic rise and fall of his chest, see the way his pulse was jumping in his neck, mirroring your own. his gaze moved slowly over your face, taking in your flushed cheeks and the way you were looking at him with wide, star-struck eyes.

"i sat through that four-hour lecture today thinking i was going to lose it if i didn't touch you," he whispered, his hand moving from your waist to cup the side of your face, his thumb grazing your bottom lip. "and seeing you in this outfit... the same one from the stream... it’s like you’re trying to kill me on purpose."

jisung leaned down, his forehead resting against yours. "can i ?" he breathed, his lips hovering just a breath away from yours, giving you every chance to back away even though he knew— and you knew — that there was nowhere else you would rather be.

a single nod of your head was all the permission he needed. jisung closed the final inch of distance between you, his hands sliding firmly onto your waist to pull you flush against him. you instinctively reached out, your fingers bunching the soft fabric of his grey shirt at his shoulders to ground yourself as the world seemed to tilt on its axis.

as jisung’s soft lips met yours, a small gasp escaped you — a tiny sound of surprise and sweet relief of finally having his lips on yours — and he swallowed it right away, muffling the sound with the heat of the kiss.

soft. he was so incredibly soft.

and it wasn't just his lips — he was soft in every mannerism. it was the way his fingers splayed across the small of your back, holding you close without crushing you. it was the way his lips caressed yours with a slow, rhythmic patience, and the way he looked at you in the brief moments he pulled back to breathe — like you were someone precious he wanted to take his sweet, sweet time cherishing.

the kiss deepened naturally, his tongue grazing your lower lip in a silent question that made your toes curl inside your white knit stockings. you leaned into him, your heart hammering against his chest.

jisung could feel his dreams finally coming to life as your lips touched his, your shared breath filling his lungs. you were the epitome of sweetness, all soft and flustered in his arms — how could he not adore you ? he had spent so many nights wondering if the girl on his screen would ever feel this real, and now that he had you in his grip, he was never letting go.

you both moved in tandem, your lips glistening with shared saliva in the dim light of the dorm. you softly traced jisung's lower lip with your own before suckling on it, a move so bold it pulled a low, guttural groan from deep in his throat. the sound vibrated through both of your chests, making your knees feel like they were made of water.

"j-jisung..." you mumbled against his mouth, your voice thick and syrupy, "i — i can't believe it's actually you."

"it's me, baby — it's always been me," he whispered back, his voice a low, honeyed rasp.

as he pulled you closer, his hands sliding down to the dip of your back to press you firmly against him, your breasts smushed against his chest. the friction of your bodies meeting — the softness of your curves against the solid planes of his torso — was almost too much for him to handle. jisung didn't think heaven existed, but if it did, it was probably this.

his kisses became slower, more intentional, as he began to trail them down from your lips to your jawline. you let out a shaky, hitched breath when you felt his nose brush against the sensitive skin of your neck, his silver frames cold against your heated skin.

"j-jisung... ah —" you gasped, your head rolling back to give him better access. you arched into him, your chest pressing even firmer against his as a small, broken moan slipped from your lips.

the sound seemed to undo him.

he let out a low, needy sound, his lips moving from soft grazes to deep, lingering presses against the column of your throat.

"you... you're so beautiful," he mumbled against your skin, his hot breath making your knees buckle. his hands, which had been resting gently on your waist, suddenly tightened, his fingers digging slightly into the soft fabric of your skirt as he pulled you even closer, if that was even possible.

you felt the shift in his energy — the sweetness was still there, but it was being overtaken by a desperate, hungry heat. his teeth grazed the junction where your neck met your shoulder, and you felt a jolt of pure electricity shoot down to your toes, making you whimper his name.

"jisung... please," you whispered, your fingers tangling desperately in his soft hair.

he pulled back just enough to look at you, his eyes dark and blown out, his breathing coming in ragged, shallow bursts. "the... the bedroom ?" he managed to choke out, his voice cracking with a mix of shyness and intense desire.

you didn't even have to answer. you just kept your hands locked behind his neck as he began to lead you backward, neither of you willing to break the physical connection for even a second.

his lips found yours again, deeper and more demanding this time, as you both stumbled toward the half-open door of his room, the air between you thick with the promise of everything you'd both been dreaming of since the very first lecture.

once you hit the mattress, jisung broke off the kiss to find you looking up at him with wide, blown-out eyes. your lips were swollen from his touch, and your breath was coming in short, ragged breaks. his heart absolutely swooned at the sight — you were so vulnerable, so beautiful, and so his.

"can i... can i get them off, angel ?" he whispered, his voice cracking with a mix of shyness and a heat that made your skin tingle. his fingers were already hovering at the hem of your top, his knuckles grazing the skin of your stomach.

holy fuck

he literally called you "angel." it was the nickname that always appeared in your stream comments, but hearing it fall from his lips in that low, husky rasp made your heart leap into your throat.

you whispered a small, breathless "yes" as he carefully tugged the grey fabric over your head and slid your skirt down. you reached up and pulled out your claw clip, letting your hair spill over your shoulders in messy waves.

jisung had seen beauty before.

hell, he had seen you during all those long streams.

but nothing could have prepared him for how you would look right now, laying on his mattress in a black lace bra and matching panties, with those soft white knit stockings still hugging your legs.

you laid there like a literal angel — with your hair framing your face, he could almost swear he saw a halo around you. your soft curves existed in their full glory — the gentle slope of your tummy, your gorgeous hip dips, and his absolute favorite — those plush thighs practically spilling onto the mattress, looking so soft he felt an ache in his chest just looking at them.

are you even real ?

his eyes met yours again, and he looked almost dazed, his silver frames sliding slightly down his nose as he hovered over you. "you're... god, you're so perfect," he mumbled, his hand reaching out to trace the curve of your waist. "i-i don't even know where to start."

you bit your lip, your heart hammering against your ribs so hard it felt like it might bruise. seeing him hovering over you, still fully dressed in his soft t-shirt while you were laid out like an offering, made a wave of shy daring wash over you.

"j-jisung..." you whispered, your voice barely audible over the sound of your shared, heavy breathing. you reached out, your fingers trembling as they hooked into the hem of his grey shirt. "can you... can you take these off, too ? i want to... i want to feel you."

the request seemed to short-circuit his brain for a second. his eyes went even darker, the pupils blown until only a thin rim of chocolate brown remained. "you — you want...?" he started, his voice cracking mid-sentence. he let out a shaky, half-breath of a laugh, his face turning a deep, endearing red. "yeah. okay. yeah."

he sat back on his heels, his movements a bit clumsy from the sheer adrenaline and nerves. you watched, mesmerized, as he crossed his arms and pulled the shirt over his head in one fluid motion.

oh. fuck.

you knew he was built, having observed him for an unhealthy amount of time, but seeing him with no barrier — it just hit different. his shoulders were broad, his skin a soft golden and glowing under the dim bedroom light, and the way his muscles rippled with every movement made your throat go dry.

he wasn't overly bulky, but he was lean and toned in all the right places — the kind of build that looked like it was made for holding someone close. he made quick work of his sweatpants, and as he moved back toward you, you couldn't help but stare at the way his chest rose and fell in ragged intervals.

he looked so handsome, so raw, and so incredibly flustered. when he crawled back over you, the heat radiating from his bare skin was intoxicating.

"is this... okay?" he mumbled, his arms bracing on either side of your head. he looked down at you, his silver frames sliding down his nose again, and the sight of his bare chest hovering just inches above your lace-covered breasts made your head swim.

"more than okay," you breathed, arching into him.

"you're so soft, angel," he groaned against your skin, his hands finally finding your plush thighs, his palms hot against the knit fabric of your stockings. "i feel like i'm dreaming... i never want to wake up."

he started to trail kisses along your collarbone, his touch becoming more confident as he felt you arch up to meet him, the friction of your bodies sending sparks through the quiet room. his hand slid higher, his thumb grazing the edge of your lace panties, and the sweetness of the moment began to sharpen into a deep, desperate hunger.

with a soft nod of permission from you, the lace was soon joined by the rest of your clothes on the floor, though he hummed a low, possessive sound when your hands went for your legs.

"no... keep the stockings on," he murmured, his voice thick and honey-dark. "you look too perfect in them."

he crawled between your legs, his knees gently spreading your plush thighs. he let out a low, ragged groan at the sight of you, his own heat pulsing with every passing second. to him, you were a masterpiece — the sweetest angel with the sweetest pussy ever, all soft and puffy, practically luring him in with your scent.

his hands slid underneath your thighs, his palms hot against the knit fabric of your stockings as he lifted you slightly, his gaze fixed on you with a hunger that felt almost reverent.

"angel," he breathed, his voice dropping into that deep, vibrating register that made your soul tremble. he leaned in close, his hot breath fanning against your sensitive skin. "i want you to sit on my face. can you do that for me ?"

the request was so bold, so raw, that it sent a shock of heat straight to your core. you looked down at himb— jisung, with his messy hair and his face flushed a deep, beautiful crimson — and you realized he wasn't just asking. he was pleading. he wanted to worship you, to taste every bit of the girl who had dominated his thoughts for months.

"p-please," he mumbled against your inner thigh, his lips grazing the skin just above your stockings. "been dreaming about this for months. i want to taste how much you want me."

you felt the blood rush to your face, your heart performing a frantic tap-dance against your ribs. han jisung wanted your cunt on his face — who were you to say no ?

you gave a small, shaky nod, and the way his eyes lit up was enough to make your knees go weak all over again. as he laid down on the bed, you moved slowly, your face turning a deep crimson as you moved, your plush thighs framing his face as your hands reached out for the headboard.

as you moved to straddle him, jisung’s hand reached up, his fingers hooking around the silver bridge of his glasses to set them aside. "wait—" you whispered, your hand gently catching his wrist. you looked down at him, your voice small and shy. "c-can you leave them on ? i... i really love how you look in them, sungie."

jisung froze, his breath hitching as a deep, flustered red bloomed across his cheeks and chest. "y-you do ?" he mumbled, his eyes searching yours through the lenses, looking completely floored that you found his 'nerdy' frames attractive. a small, doted-on smile tugged at his lips as he dropped his hand back to your waist. "okay, angel. anything you want. i'll keep them on just for you."

as you lowered yourself, your core brushing against his lips, a broken sound escaped your throat. "is... is this okay ? tell me if i'm too heavy." you mumbled, so shy you couldn't even meet his eyes.

"more than okay — and angel, i deadlift nearly triple your weight — you're not fucking heavy, baby," he rasped, his hands coming up to grip your hips, his thumbs rubbing circles into your skin to steady you. "you're so... god, you're so pretty. you're perfect."

he didn't wait another second as he dived into the sweet treat hovering over him. when his tongue finally made contact, you let out a high, sharp gasp, your back arching as you clutched at his shoulders.

"jisung — ah fuck — j-ji..."

"shh, just take it, angel," he mumbled against you, his voice muffled but dripping with affection. "i've got you. i've finally got you right where i want you."

jisung practically devoured you, his tongue parting your folds to flick at your swollen pearl with a starving, desperate energy. he switched between long, dragging licks and sharp, needy suction, his head tilting to find the perfect angle as you bucked helplessly against him. his hands stayed busy, molding the soft flesh of your plush thighs and squeezing your hips to keep you pressed firmly to his face — his favorite view in the world.

he was relentless. his tongue suddenly darted deeper, sliding into your tight, wet hole with a rhythmic thrust that made your eyes roll back into your head. he let out a low, guttural groan right into your cunt, the deep vibration buzzing through your core and making your walls twitch and spasm around his tongue.

jisung’s silver-framed glasses were completely fogged over now, the lenses clouded from the rising heat of your bodies and his own frantic, shallow breathing. a few stray droplets of your juices had splattered onto the lenses, but he didn't even care; he was too far gone, his tongue darting back into your hole with a pulsing thrust that had you crying out his name.

"j-ji — i-i can't — nnnnngh — i'm g-gonna —" you sobbed out, your fingers digging desperately into his scalp, but he only gripped your thighs harder. his thumbs pressed deep into your soft, yielding skin to hold you in place, refusing to let you pull away from the worship you deserved.

"give it all to me, angel. let me see you break for me," he rasped, pulling back for a split second, his lips glistening and his eyes glazed with pure, unadulterated hunger.

he dived back in, his tongue swirling deep inside you before snapping back up to flick your pearl with a sharp, insistent friction.

the combination was too much, in the best way possible.

you felt the coil inside you snap, your body jolting as a wave of white-hot heat crashed over you. you arched your back high off the mattress, a sharp moan leaving your lips as you suddenly squirted, the hot spray hitting his face and further drenching his fogged-up glasses.

jesus fucking christ —

you literally squirted on his face.

life had never been better — never fucking ever.

jisung didn't pull away for even a heartbeat. he leaned into your dripping cunt, humming a deep, satisfied sound as he drank you in, his tongue catching every drop of your release as you shuddered and sobbed against him. he held you through the entire thing, his hands still molding your thighs and his face buried in your sweetness, proving that he really did want every single part of his angel.

his attention finally wavered when he heard you whimpering, your words falling in his ear making his head spin —

"wan — hic — wan your cock, sungie — mmmh please..."

jisung froze, your broken, hitching voice slicing right through the haze of his desire. hearing his name tangled with such a raw, desperate plea made his head spin faster than any high he’d ever felt. he pulled back just enough to look at you, his face flushed a deep, beautiful red as he took in your state — eyes glazed, hair a mess on his pillows, and your body still trembling from the way he’d just worshipped you.

"you... you want — ?" he started, his voice cracking mid-sentence. he let out a shaky, half-breath of a laugh, the shy boy in him momentarily stunned by your directness, but the heat in his gut quickly burned the hesitation away.

jisung moved with a new, frantic energy, his hands sliding from your thighs to your waist as he repositioned himself over you. his bare chest brushed against yours, the friction sending a new jolt of electricity through both of you. he looked down at you, his gaze intense even without his glasses, his pupils so blown they nearly swallowed the brown of his irises.

"god, i've been wanting to hear you say that since the moment we walked in here," he rasped, his forehead dropping against yours for a second as he tried to steady his breathing. "i want you so bad, angel."

he reached down and rolled a condom onto his dick, his fingers trembling slightly as he guided himself to your entrance. his knuckles turned white as he gripped your plush thighs, holding them wide so he could see every bit of where you met. he didn't just slam into you; instead, he guided the head of his cock to your entrance, his breath hitching as he felt how slick and ready you were for him.

"look at me, baby," he rasped, his voice trembling with the effort of holding back. "i'm going to go slow. i want you to feel every single bit of this."

jisung pushed forward just an inch, his eyes locked onto yours as your breath hitched. you felt the broad head of him stretching you open, the sensation so intense it made your toes curl.

"o-oh god... sungie..."

"you're so tight, angel," he groaned, his forehead dropping against yours as he pushed another inch deeper. "fuck, i can't believe how perfectly you're taking me."

jisung let out a sharp, jagged breath, his head dropping into the crook of your neck as he felt your walls frantically trying to accommodate him. the way you were falling apart, your voice breaking into those small, needy hiccups, was making his own self-control slip through his fingers.

"god... you're so tight," he groaned against your skin, the sound muffled and raw. he stayed still for a heartbeat, his hips pinned heavily against yours as he felt you pulse around him. "just... give me a second, angel. you’re wrapping around me so perfectly."

he started to move then, not with long strokes, but with slow, shallow grinds that forced you to feel every bit of his girth.

"mmmph... please... m-more," you whined, your hands sliding down his back to pull him closer, desperate for the friction. "too — hic — big... 's so big, sungie..."

jisung’s eyes snapped open, dark and glazed with a mix of pride and pure hunger. "i know," he rasped, a small, breathless smile tugging at his lips despite the sweat dripping down his temple. "i know it's a lot, baby. but you're taking it so well. look at you..."

he pulled back, almost all the way out, before sliding back in with a wet, heavy thud that knocked the air right out of your lungs.

"hngh !" your back arched off the mattress, your fingers curling into the sheets. "feels s'good... 'm so full—"

"yeah ? you feel that ?" he grunted, his pace picking up just a fraction, the rhythm becoming more insistent. "such a sweet girl and suuuuuch a sweet pussy... god, you're so wet for me."

he stopped midway through a thrust, his muscles locking up as you squeezed him particularly hard. he let out a choked moan, his eyes fluttering shut as he fought the urge to finish right then and there. he leaned down, capturing your lips in a messy, tongue-heavy kiss to swallow your whimpers, his hips starting to roll in a way that hit that one spot deep inside, over and over again.

the friction of his rolling hips was too much, the sensation of him grinding against your deepest point sending sparks through your entire nervous system. your legs, still draped over his broad shoulders, shook uncontrollably as you felt the familiar coil in your gut tighten into a knot.

"jisung — wait, i'm —" you gasped, your nails digging into the skin of his back.

"i've got you," he panted, his voice dropping into a low, gravelly rumble. he didn't slow down — instead, he drove in deeper, his pace turning frantic and raw. "come for me, angel. right now."

with one final, bone-deep thrust, you shattered. your internal walls clamped down on him in a series of violent, rhythmic pulses that sent him over the edge instantly. jisung let out a loud, broken cry against your neck, his body stiffening as he came, his weight collapsing onto you as you both drifted back down to earth, hearts hammering against each other in the quiet room.

the heavy silence of the room was broken only by the sound of your synchronized breathing and the occasional rustle of the sheets as the adrenaline began to fade. jisung stayed buried in you for a long moment, his forehead pressed against yours, before he slowly, reluctantly slid out.

"stay right here," he whispered, his voice still a bit scratchy. "don't move an inch."

he disappeared into the bathroom, returning a minute later with a warm, damp towel. he climbed back onto the bed, his movements soft and careful as he began to clean you up. he was incredibly thorough, his touch tender as he wiped away the evidence of how much he’d just worshipped you. he kissed your plush thighs, lingering over the faint red marks his fingers had left behind.

"you okay ? i didn't go too hard, did i ?" he asked, looking up at you through his glasses with those soft, worried eyes. when you shook your head and reached for him, he let out a relieved breath.

he padded over to his dresser and pulled out his favorite oversized grey hoodie and a pair of his softest jersey boxers. he helped you sit up, gently guiding your arms through the sleeves. the hoodie was huge on you, the hem reaching mid-thigh, and the sleeves swallowing your hands. he chuckled softly, tugging the hood over your messy hair before pulling the boxers up your legs.

"there," he murmured, tucking you back under the duvet and climbing in beside you. "much better. you look so good in my clothes, angel."

he let you settle against his chest, his arms wrapping around you securely. he stayed like that for a few minutes, just holding you, until he suddenly remembered something. he gently disentangled himself, whispering another "be right back" before slipping out of the room.

when he returned, he was hiding something behind his back, a nervous, dorky grin playing on his lips.

"i... uh... i had these hidden in a vase in the hall closet," he mumbled, stepping closer to the bed. he revealed a beautiful, fragrant bouquet of pink lilies.

"i wanted the timing to be perfect, but honestly ? after tonight ? i couldn't wait another second."

he sat on the edge of the mattress, handing you the flowers with a hand that was still slightly trembling. his silver glasses were a bit crooked, reflecting the soft light of the room.

"i love you, angel. so... will you be my girlfriend ?," he said, his eyes searching yours with a raw, terrifying sincerity.

you didn't even need to speak — the way you pulled him back into the blankets.burying your face in the lilies and then his chest, you mumbled a yes and it told him everything he needed to know.

"yeah," he breathed, his chin resting on top of your head as he squeezed you tight. "my girl."

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it wasn't like you didn't like the subject — it was actually one of your favourites — mathematical economics. the amalgamation of numbers and abstract concepts usually got the gears turning in your brain, a welcome challenge to stimulate your mind. the professor — a sixty-something man — was also experienced and dedicated, his passion being the very thing that inspired you to work harder. this was precisely why you had fought so hard to get into the top university for your major; you wanted to study at the best institution, under the best faculty.

but as the lecture crossed the one hour mark and the professor delved into the complexities of the lagrange multiplier and constrained profit maximization, your eyelids began to feel heavy. your lashes drooped, fluttering stubbornly as you tried your best to continue scribbling notes that were becoming increasingly illegible.

the reason behind your drowsiness could easily be disguised as a bad morning. the morning could have certainly been better — your alarm hadn't gone off, you had tripped over the rug, and you had stubbed your toe against the sharp edge of the door. but those were just excuses. the primary cause of your exhaustion was the fact that you had been awake until 3:00 a.m., sitting in the glow of a ring light and livestreaming while spreading your legs for strangers.

initially, you had no intentions of doing anything of the sort. hell, you were far too shy to even entertain the thought — a camgirl ? but when you started university, you realised soon enough that even though your hard work had earned you a scholarship for tuition; the costs of accommodation, food, and daily expenses were piling up. however you couldn't bring yourself to ask your parents for a single cent more.

that’s when you stumbled across the advertisement — www.lovecamgirl.com. it was practically calling out to you, promising hundreds of dollars in tips in a single day just for streaming yourself. the hook ? you weren't even required to show your face.

you didn't truly believe the 'hundreds of dollars' statement, but you figured even if that amount appeared over a month, you could finally tide over. you might even be able to send some money home to your parents after all they had done for you. you were still mulling it over when you were told that the affordable housing for scholarship students was full, forcing you into a single-share apartment with a much higher rent. the decision was made.

to everyone around you, you were just shy, soft and unassuming. even your small circle of friends saw you as the 'baby' of the group, the one they felt the need to protect because of your quiet nature. to them, you were the girl who lived in cozy, neutral and pastel toned clothes and always sat by the window, the one who answered the professor’s questions with a studious confidence that only surfaced during academic discussions.

they had no idea that while they were out at late-night parties, you were locked in your room, living a secret. you were the girl who blushed when a classmate looked at you for too long, yet you were also the girl who spent her nights in front of a camera, letting out those same shy, giggly sounds for an audience that worshipped the parts of you your cardigan hid.

stifling another yawn, you shifted in your seat as your gaze strayed. just a few rows down, a mop of dark hair moved. han jisung shifted in his chair, his shoulders tensing as he leaned over his laptop, seemingly engrossed in the lecture. you watched him for a heartbeat too long —

yes, you had a big fat crush on han jisung.

but was it really your fault when he was just perfect in every sense of the word ?

he was the definition of an academic weapon, possessing a mind that seemed to move a mile a minute. unlike your quiet, observant approach to academics, jisung was vocal. he was the star of every debate, his voice steady and persuasive as he dismantled complex theories with an effortless grace.

he didn't just ace exams; he set the curve, his name always sitting comfortably at the top of the leaderboard. there was a magnetic sort of brilliance to him, an intensity that made him appear both grounded and entirely out of reach. he moved through the university halls with a casual, easygoing confidence, often surrounded by friends but always looking like he was five steps ahead of everyone else in the room.

you found a strange sort of comfort in the way your names were always linked at the top of the department rankings. it wasn't a bitter rivalry, but rather a healthy, silent competition that kept you both on your toes. while he commanded the room with his speeches, you were the one whose written proofs were whispered about for their elegance and precision. you matched him step for step, grade for grade, your intellectual wavelengths perfectly in sync even if you were too bashful to ever strike up a real conversation about it.

watching him now, it felt unfair that someone so intellectually gifted could also look like he had been sculpted by god. the black cotton of his shirt stretched taut across his broad shoulders, tapering down into a deceptively thin waist. when he leaned forward to type, the movement emphasized the lean muscle of his back and the faint ripple of his pectorals.

even from this distance, you could see the way his biceps flexed against the hem of his sleeves and the subtle veins protruding on his neck as he tilted his head to look at the board. his jawline was sharp, clean, and framed perfectly by the frames of his glasses. it was a mystery how he even found the time to go to the gym after juggling such a demanding course load, but the results were undeniable.

he was a walking contradiction — a top-tier nerd with the body of an athlete — and every time he ran a hand through his soft hair, you felt your heart stutter in your chest.

you wondered if he ever felt the same exhaustion you did, or if his nights were spent as productively as his days.

little did you know, jisung’s body was itching to turn around and take a look at the sweet girl near the window — you — even if just for a second. he was just as aware of you as you were of him. to him, you were the girl who proved herself through every action, whether it was shattering expectations on exams or delivering projects with a meticulous flair that he deeply admired. your quiet nature seemed to comfort everyone around you, while your razor-sharp skills disarmed them in the same minute.

he had taken a liking to you ever since you first approached him in the first semester, your sweet, hesitant voice asking him where the classroom was while you clutched your bag to your chest. that one interaction had been the catalyst; slowly, without even realizing it, he had fallen for you. he found himself looking for you in every crowded room, his heart doing a strange little flip whenever he saw your name next to his on the results sheet.

you were still admiring him, completely zoned out, when the head you were focused on suddenly turned. his eyes, sharp and clear behind his glasses, landed directly. on. you.

jesus fucking christ

a violent shiver ran down your spine as you instantly snapped your gaze toward the window, your heart hammering against your ribs. the heat in your cheeks was instantaneous — a deep, burning crimson that made you want to bury your face in your cardigan and never come out. you were certain you’d been caught, that your wide-eyed staring had been far too obvious to a boy as observant as jisung.

after a few excruciating seconds of staring at the campus trees, you couldn't help yourself. you stole another short glimpse, half-expecting him to have turned back to his laptop. but he hadn't moved. he was still looking at you, his head tilted slightly to the side, an unreadable expression dancing in his eyes.

gathering every ounce of courage you possessed, you offered him a tiny, hesitant smile — the kind of soft, bashful expression that would redeem you from this embarrassing moment, hopefully. his reaction was immediate. his own lips curled into a reciprocal smile, one that wasn't just polite, but warm and genuine, making his eyes crinkle at the corners.

you quickly looked down at your notes, your vision blurring as you tried to focus on the equations again. the interaction had lasted only a few heartbeats, but it was enough to make your earlier drowsiness vanish, replaced by a buzzing, electric energy.

on the other side of the row, jisung turned back to the front, but his hands were trembling slightly as they hit the keys. that smile. what he wouldn't do to keep you smiling at him —

—————

the next week at university was hectic, to say the least. assignment submissions were due in a relentless wave, keeping you tethered to your desk until your eyes burned. it was the final push before the end-of-semester projects were even discussed, the upcoming weeks promised to be even more intense once partners were officially assigned and due dates announced.

you already had a feeling who your partner might be, a silent hope that the department would pair the two top students together, but that was a bridge to cross in the future.

​for now, you were just exhausted.

​after a gruesome week of toiling hard and finally submitting every last assignment, you reached your apartment late in the evening. having already eaten on campus, you locked the door behind you with a relieved sigh, the click of the deadbolt signaling the end of your public persona for the day. you headed straight toward the bathroom, desperate to wash the remnants of the week off of you.

​you enjoyed a long, indulgent bath, feeling your tired muscles finally relax under the steady stream of warm water. the epsom salts seemed to work wonders, drawing the tension from your limbs as you soaked in the quiet stillness of your sanctuary. it had been an entire week since you last streamed, the chaos of university life forcing your secret identity into the shadows, but you planned to go live tonight.

initially, the idea of camming had terrified you — the very thought of putting yourself out there for strangers to see made your stomach churn with a cold, hollow anxiety. you were the girl who avoided eye contact in the hallways, the one who felt exposed if your cardigan slipped too far off your shoulder in public. you had spent your whole life trying to minimize yourself, convinced that the weight of your curves made you stand out in ways that were clumsy rather than beautiful. the transition from that girl to a "camgirl" felt like a leap you weren't sure you could survive.

but as the weeks went by, the fear began to morph into something else — something that felt dangerously like freedom.

there was a strange, intoxicating power in being faceless. behind the lens. you were just a silhouette of honeyed skin and deep, inviting dips. the things that usually made you feel self-conscious in the real world — the way your thighs were heavy and soft, spreading out comfortably when you sat down, or the way your waist seemed to disappear into the generous curve of your hips — were suddenly the very things being worshipped.

you realized that the people on the other side of the screen didn't want you to be the 'ideal' you saw in magazines. they loved your fullness. they praised the plushness of your body, the way your skin yielded under the pressure of your own fingertips, and the soft, rounded lines that your university wardrobe worked so hard to disguise.

for the first time in your life, you started to see your curves not as something to be managed, but as something to be celebrated. the comments weren't just vulgar demands; they were affirmations that transformed your body into a masterpiece of soft, tactile beauty.

it empowered you in a sense. it gave you a quiet confidence that started to bleed into your daily life. when you sat in class and felt the fabric of your jeans stretching over your thighs, you were no longer overly aware. you knew, with a secret, thrumming heat in your chest, that you were the girl thousands of people stayed up for just to catch a glimpse of those very same curves.

stepping out of the bathroom, you dried yourself off and caught your reflection in the steamed-up mirror. you wiped a small circle clear, looking at the soft flush of your skin and the way your damp hair clung to the dip of your lower back. your body felt heavy in the best way possible, anchored and real. you weren't scared anymore. tonight, you were looking forward to the shift — from the girl who hid her body to the girl who owned it.

as you began pulling out the ring light and the familiar, faceless setup, you felt the weight of the assignments and the stressful week finally start to lift. you reached for your favourite outfit — a pair of tight, high-waisted denim shorts that bit just enough into your skin to emphasize the swell of your hips, and a soft, long-sleeved black top that clung to your curves like a second skin.

the main highlight for today, however, were the black lace stockings you donned.

as you pulled the delicate lace up, you watched with a thrum of quiet satisfaction as the elastic tops dug into the plushness of your thighs. the skin spilled over the intricate floral patterns, creating a soft, pillowy overflow that looked almost edible under the warm glow of the ring light. the contrast was striking — the rough blue denim, the sheer black lace, and the pale, smooth expanse of your thighs.

you adjusted the camera angle, ensuring the frame captured the dip of your waist and the way the shorts rode up just enough to showcase the lace biting into your skin. you settled onto the edge of your bed, the fabric of your top stretching across your chest as you leaned back, letting out a small, relieved sigh.

• moonlit_haze is live •

the notification pinged, and within seconds, the room started filling up. the dashboard lit up with a chaotic flurry of comments and tips, the icons dancing in the dark of your room as you settled into your spot. you smiled, shyly waving into the camera while making sure only your body from the neck down was visible.

little did you know, han jisung had just slammed his laptop shut after finishing the last of his economics data entries. his eyes were burning, his shoulders were tight, and he was ready to collapse — until his phone buzzed. the notification lit up his dark room, and his breath hitched. he didn't even hesitate, clicking the link and leaning back in his chair as the image of your thighs, spilling over those lace stockings, filled his screen.

"hi guys, it's been a minute since i've been here, hm ?" your voice was a melodic murmur. you watched the screen as the first few comments popped up:

onlyforher_65 ($50): curvy goddess !!

sam75rover ($40): missed you so much, those thighs are life saving.

kals.forlife ($35): you look so good tonight.

"hi and welcome," you replied softly, your hands coming to rest on your thighs. the lace of your stockings felt intricate under your palms, a grounding sensation as you pulled at your sleeve, revealing the thin black bra strap against your shoulder.

then, your eyes landed on the one comment that always made your heart skip a beat.

j.one_01 ($100): hi sweetheart, you look heavenly in lace.

this was your regular viewer and, you might secretly add, the absolute best one. the others were still sweet and appreciative, but j.one always said the right things that. he had this way of making you feel hotter, sexier, and more in tune with your own body. on the days when you took things further, he was the one who guided you, his words acting like a physical touch that helped you reach heights of pleasure faster than you ever thought possible.

"hi, j.one," you whispered, your voice turning a fraction more intimate as you ignored the rest of the scrolling chat. you shifted your weight, the denim of your shorts pulling tight across your hips as you leaned just a bit closer to the mic. your top slid off one shoulder as your black lace bra came into view. "i was hoping you’d show up tonight. do you really like the lace ?"

han jisung felt his throat go dry. he was sitting in his darkened dorm room, the blue light reflecting off his glasses as he watched the way your fingers dug slightly into the soft give of your thighs, the black lace biting into your skin.

j.one_01 ($100): i love it baby. especially the way it looks against your skin.

fuck — the nicknames from him hit you somewhere below your abdomen, settling down into a warm pit right over your heat. you felt a thrum of heat settle low in your belly at his words, keeping your hands right where they were for a second, fingers splayed over the floral lace.

slowly, you reached for the hem of your black top. with a soft, steady pull, you removed it, tossing it somewhere off-camera. your entire bra and beautiful, curvy chest came into view, the soft light catching the swell of your breasts and the deep curve of your waist.

​as you shifted, the ring light caught the delicate ink etched into the soft skin of your side. an elegant lily bloomed across your waist, the petals dark against your pale skin, moving slightly with every breath you took. it was a permanent, beautiful tattoo that felt almost too personal for the hundreds of strangers watching, but it made the view feel all the more intimate.

the comments flowed in faster than you could track:

softspot404 ($60): oh my god... the wait was so worth it.

knightrider24 ($45): look at that silhouette. goddess tier.

dr3am3rb0y ($55): the contrast between the ink and your skin is insane.

you bit your lip, a small, breathless giggle escaping as you looked at the numbers climbing. "do you guys like the view ?" you whispered, your hands sliding up from your lace-clad thighs to rest just beneath your bust, framing the curves that usually stayed hidden under your oversized university sweaters.

​on the other side of the screen, han jisung’s breath hitched so hard it actually hurt. he gripped the edge of his desk, his eyes wide behind his glasses as he leaned into the screen. the sight of you — so soft, so beautifully shaped — sent a wave of heat crashing over him.

to him, you were a mystery, a girl who existed only in this moonlit room, but the pull he felt toward you was becoming dangerously intense. he felt a strange, magnetic connection to the way you moved, a sense of familiarity he couldn't quite place, but he was too far gone in the moment to think about anything but the screen.

​his heart was hammering a frantic rhythm against his ribs as he typed with trembling hands, his mind completely wiped of every thought.

​j.one_01 ($150): you’re breathtaking, sweetheart. i can’t take my eyes off you.

you blushed, your head falling down as you murmured a thank you softly, the sound barely audible over the hum of the laptop. your hands came together to play with the intricate lace hem of your stockings, a nervous habit that coincidentally pushed your breasts together, creating a deep, enticing cleavage that made the chat go wild.

"i... i missed you guys," you whispered, the adrenaline of the week's stress finally venting into this secret, heated space.

without another word, you reached for the button of your denim shorts. with a soft rustle, you pushed them down your legs, kicking them aside. now, you were just in your black lace underwear and those stockings that bit so perfectly into your skin. your thick thighs were the undisputed center of the frame, honeyed soft skin against the dark, delicate lace.

the chat was a blur of numbers and exclamations, but one message cut through the noise with a weight that made your breath hitch.

j.one_01: fuck angel — spread those thighs for me ?

the request sent a jolt straight to your core.

how could you not fulfill his request ? slowly, you obeyed, spreading your legs just enough for your thighs to spill over the tops of the stockings in that pillowy, soft way you knew he loved.

on the other side of the screen, jisung felt like he was losing his mind. he wanted nothing more than to reach through the monitor, to feel the warmth of that skin, to bury his face in the soft give of your thighs and just drown in you. you were so soft, so perfectly shaped, and the way you yielded to his words made his heart hammer against his ribs.

"i actually brought something new today," you murmured, your voice trembling with a mix of shy excitement and genuine heat. you reached off-camera and pulled out a thick dildo, the cool weight of the silicone heavy in your palm. "i wanted to try it out... for you."

the 'you' was a secret arrow shot directly at j.one_01, a silent promise meant only for him even if the rest of the chat erupted in a frenzy, selfishly assuming the gift was theirs.

you wanted to see what the sight of it would do to him — what depraved, beautiful things he’d ask you to do. your mind raced with the possibilities. maybe rubbing it up and down with your hands, maybe licking and gagging around the blunt top, or just maybe, stuffing it inside your sopping heat. a sharp ping of a tip snapped you back to the present, your heart hammering a frantic rhythm against your ribs.

jisung practically jolted in his seat, his cock jumping and getting painfully hard. he felt a possessive surge of adrenaline, his breath hitching as he leaned so close to the screen his glasses nearly fogged. the thought that you were singling him out, even in a room full of strangers, made his blood roar in his ears. he gripped the edge of his desk until his knuckles turned white, his mind completely consumed by the sight of your soft, small hands wrapped around that thick toy.

j.one_01 ($200): show me how it fits between those thighs, sweetheart. give it a thigh job. i want to see the lace rubbing against it while you squeeze.

your face went hot, a deep, blooming flush spreading down your chest. you should have seen this coming; his obsession with your lower half was a borderline religion. he was utterly fixated on the way your skin yielded, always worshipping the thick, pillowy expanse of your legs as if they were his personal sanctuary. to him, your thighs weren't just a feature — they were a trap he wanted to be caught in, and knowing he wanted to see them suffocate that toy made your head spin with a heavy thrill.

you intended to give him exactly what he wanted.

you settled back, bracing yourself on your elbows, and positioned the toy right in the dip where your thighs met, the black lace framing the scene like a dark, erotic portrait. as the silicone sat snug between your legs, you felt the cool girth of it pressing against your heat. you began to squeeze your legs together, the toy nearly disappearing into the soft, plush curves of your skin as you moved it back and forth. your hands reached down, kneading the parts of your own thighs that couldn't cover the toy, the friction of the lace against the silicone creating a rhythmic, wet sound that filled your quiet room.

jisung knew you were an angel — that's why he called you one — but this ? you were heaven-sent, doing exactly what he wanted and clearly finding your own pleasure in the pressure. he watched the way your skin overflowed over the lace, the way you squeezed until your muscles trembled, and he wanted nothing more than to be the one held there, to be the one suffocated by the warmth of you.

"is this... what you wanted ?" you breathed out, your eyes squeezed shut as the friction against your own skin started to push you toward that familiar, hazy edge. you could feel your mind drift to the ace student you harbored a secret crush on, imagining his hands where the toy was, his focused, sharp gaze replaced by the glowing text on your screen.

on the other side of the screen, jisung was a mess. his vision blurred, his chest heaving in a ragged rhythm as he watched your hips stutter. he was too far gone, one hand wrapped tightly around his hard cock, stroking it with a desperate, heavy friction that matched the pace of your thighs. his other hand's fingers flew across the keys.

j.one_01 ($200): spit on it, angel. get it messy.

you swore you could feel yourself drip onto the mattress, your lace panties sticking to your swollen, puffy pussy lips. the sheer filthiness of the request made your head spin. you slowly leaned over, letting a thick drop of spit fall onto the head of the toy, watching it glisten under the ring light before you spread the slickness over the length with your hands.

jisung's mind was completely hijacked by the sight of you getting messy just because he asked. and when you started whimpering — it was the end for him. his pace increased, precum dripping around his shaft giving the much needed lubrication. the schlick sounds echoed in his ears as he watched the dildo disappear between your spit covered thighs, the squelches soothing the itch in his brain.

your eyes were glassy, your breath coming in broken, desperate hitches as you increased your speed, your thighs grinding together with an intensity that made the lace groan. soft, needy whimpers began to escape you as the silicone rubbed against your clit through your panties. the drenched fabric of your underwear provided the perfect, searing amount of friction, making every slide of the toy feel raw and uninhibited.

in the haze of the friction, your mind traitorously drifted to the library — to the way jisung’s glasses would slide down his nose when he was focused, or the way his blunt fingers tapped against his textbook. a part of you wondered if he ever felt a hunger like this, or if he would look at you with that same quiet intensity if he ever saw the way your thighs were currently suffocating the toy.

"is... is this good?" you whimpered, your head tossing back and exposing the vulnerable line of your throat. "y-you like — mmmmm — like this? j.one — fuck — tell me... nghhh... i'm being a good girl, right? it’s so wet..." you whined, "please, look at me... look what you're making me do..."

your whimpers sent jisung's brain reeling as he increased his pace, assisting you alongside.

j.one_01 ($250): fuck, yes. keep making those sounds, angel. i’m right there with you. squeeze it until you break — cum for me, angel.

the command snapped you back, shattering the last of your restraint. your back arched off the mattress, a loud, broken moan tearing from your throat as your core began to pulse in heavy, rhythmic waves. you squeezed your thighs together one last time, suffocating the toy between your curves as you finally broke, your mind white with the force of the orgasm.

jisung let out a low, guttural growl, his own body jerking as he finally followed you over the cliff. he came hard, his hand trembling as he watched you go limp on the screen, your chest heaving and your skin slick with sweat and spit. he slumped back in his chair, staring at the sight of his 'angel' finally quiet and spent.

you stayed like that for a long moment, your chest heaving in the quiet room as the cooling sweat made the lace of your stockings feel heavy against your skin. the 'live' indicator was still pulsing red, a reminder that thousands had just witnessed your undoing, but to you, the room felt empty of everyone but the ghost of his presence. the hundreds of other usernames and their repetitive praise had blurred into a gray fog — for you, the only thing that had been real was the weight of j.one_01's words and the way they had forced your body to break.

you reached out with a trembling hand, your fingers hovering over the trackpad. you stole one last glance at his name at the top of the donor list, a small, shy smile tugging at your lips that he couldn't see. your mind flickered back to han for a split second — imagining him sitting in a quiet room somewhere, perhaps just as breathless as you were — before you shook the thought away.

"i'm... i'm going now," you whispered, your voice thick and honey-slow from the afterglow. "thank you for being here tonight. especially you, j.one."

with a final, soft click, the red light died. the screen went black, leaving you alone in the dim glow of your desk lamp. the silence of the room rushed back in, heavy and thick, as you sat there in your black lace and damp underwear, the phantom heat of the stream still humming under your skin. you took a shaky breath, finally letting your muscles relax into the mattress, wondering if the boy in the lecture hall would notice the subtle glow in your eyes when you saw him tomorrow.

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the week that followed was a blur of high-stakes pressure and library lights. with the semester-end projects looming, the university was a pressure cooker of stress. the professor's voice droned on about the final weighting of the semester projects, and then, the announcement hit the air.

"for the final research analysis, i've paired the top two performers. han jisung and..."

your heart skipped when you heard your name alongside his. you turned your head just enough to see him — the department’s golden boy. he was currently leaning back in his seat, his expression unreadable as he caught your eye. to you, he was the untouchable genius.

on the other side of the row, jisung felt a strange jolt of electricity. he had been watching you all semester, admiring the way you solved complex models with ease. to him, you were the perfect, composed topper — the one girl who actually challenged his intellect.

the walk to the library was filled with a thick, awkward silence. the late afternoon sun hit the campus, casting long shadows as you walked side-by-side, careful to keep a respectful distance.

"i have the preliminary data on the drive," jisung said, his voice a low, steady rasp that sent a shiver down your spine. "we can start with the variable adjustments."

"sounds good," you murmured, pulling your oversized cardigan tighter around you. "i’ve already looked into the qualitative side."

you settled into a secluded mahogany table in the very back of the library, the air smelling of old paper and dust. for two hours, the only sound was the clicking of keys and the occasional rustle of pages.

​"if we adjust the variable here —" jisung started, his voice low and gravelly from lack of sleep. he pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose, his eyes fixed on the laptop screen.

​you nodded, reaching for your notes. "then the projected growth should stabilize... right ?"

​your voice was small, and for a split second, jisung’s eyes flickered to yours. he lingered there just a heartbeat too long, a strange, unreadable shadow crossing his face before he looked back down, nodding in agreement.

"okay, i'll highlight it for later reference" you said.

​as you reached across the table to grab a highlighter, your favorite pen rolled off the slick mahogany surface, clattering to the floor. "oh — sorry —"

​you both moved at once. you leaned down, reaching for the pen near the leg of his chair. just as you bent over, your oversized cardigan caught on the armrest of your seat, riding up your side.

​it only happened for a second.

​the fabric stayed caught, exposing the soft, pale curve of your waist. and there, stark and undeniable under the harsh library lights, was the small, elegant ink of a lily. the dark petals seemed to bloom right before his eyes, exactly where the ring light had caught them just nights ago.

jisung’s hand froze inches from the pen. his entire body went rigid, his breath hitching in a way that had nothing to do with the heavy air. he stared at the tattoo, the image of his "angel" screaming in the back of his mind. the way the ink sat on your skin, the specific, delicate curve of the petals — it was a perfect, terrifying match to the girl who had spit on a toy because he’d asked her to.

the academic silence was replaced by a sudden, deafening roar in his ears.

he didn't want to believe it.

he couldn't.

but the evidence was etched into your skin.

slowly, he retracted his hand, his gaze traveling up from the lily to your face. his pupils were blown wide behind his glasses, his heart hammering against his ribs with a violence that made his chest ache.

"is... is something wrong, han ?" you whispered, noticing his sudden trance. you quickly pulled your cardigan back down, your face heating up as you realized you’d shown skin. "did you... find it ?"

jisung didn't move. he just looked at you, his mind a chaotic blur of library books and black lace, of silent study sessions and the sound of your whimpers through his headphones.

"that tattoo," he began, his voice dropping into that low, private register that made your stomach flip. "it’s a lily... isn't it ?"

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you had met him through shared music production classes back when you were all just trying to survive your first year. the first proper meeting between you all had happened while you and jeongin were drowning in a final project; chan had simply dropped by with coffee and some words of encouragement. you learned quickly that that was just how chan was — kind, caring and the literal definition of a gentleman.

he had kept that reputation up for years, whether he was picking you up from the library when you were too tired to walk or showing up at your door with food when you were drowning in assignments, detached from the world. before you knew it, he had nestled into a permanent, sweet corner of your heart. your crush on him kept growing but you reminded yourself that it's just chan — being kind and caring and him.

you controlled yourself, or rather, you feigned whatever remnants of control were left in your body. you feigned it so well that apparently jeongin knew, but the man in question remained oblivious. it was easy to hide because you believed that was just chan — the hardworking soul who cared for his two best friends with the same steady, protective warmth.

so all was good. you continued with the act.

because that’s what it was — an act. for years, you had lied, playing the part of the perfect friend, pretending his presence didn't make your pulse skip.

and that lie was currently biting you in the ass.

you were calm.

obviously.

most definitely.

it wasn't like the visuals were currently playing tug-of-war with your heartbeat.

it was your typical movie night, hosted at chan and jeongin’s place. jeongin had asked you to come early to help with snacks since chan was out at the gym. you had arrived with bags of groceries, helping him prep while he chattered away about the horror movie he had picked. while he handled the popcorn, you filled the bowls with crisps. while he stepped away for a call, you placed the bowls on the table and settled on the sofa, mindlessly scrolling through your phone.

then, the door swung open.

chan entered, his body covered in a slight sheen of sweat, gym bag slung over his shoulder. clad in a black chrome hearts hoodie, he looked so devastatingly hot it had your mouth drying, your eyes straying to the sliver of skin visible at his chest and neck.

"hey, sorry i'm late to my own hosting duties," chan spoke, locking the door behind him. his voice was a bit deeper than usual, roughened by his workout, and it sent a localized shiver straight down your spine. "missed my session this morning so i had to squeeze it in now. you been waiting long ?"

"ah, don't worry about it — besides, innie is way more fun to be around anyways." you managed to joke, your voice only slightly higher than usual as you tried to hide your flustered state behind a playful jab.

chan just chuckled, a low, rumbling sound that felt far too intimate for the living room. "is that so ? i'll remember that next time you need a coffee run."

just then, jeongin appeared from the kitchen and plopped down on the floor right in front of you, leaning his back against the sofa near your knees. he was already rambling about the jump-scares in the movie. you reached out instinctively, ruffling his hair as he talked; he was essentially the younger brother you had never had. there was a comfortable, protective warmth between you two — a bond so effortless that he felt like home. he was the only one who could get away with forcing you to watch a horror movie you were terrified of just by giving you those puppy eyes.

"don't listen to him," jeongin chirped, looking up at you with a grin. "i'll protect you from the ghosts. chan hyung is the one who's going to be screaming."

"in your dreams, kid," chan muttered, heading toward the bathroom.

a few minutes later, you caught a waft of fresh, musk-scented shampoo. before the scent could even reach your lungs, a freshly showered chan sat on the couch right beside you. his fingers carded through his wet ash-blonde hair, the hue shining as if it existed only to be his hair colour. once you moved past that, you froze.

you sat there, way too still for a living, breathing human body.

chan was sitting beside you, clad in a black tank top that left absolutely nothing to the imagination.

the fabric barely contained the gym results he had been hiding under heavy hoodies for months. his arms were thick, the skin pulled tight over hard muscle, and every time he moved, his pecs flexed against the thin material of the tank. when he leaned forward to grab his drink, the sight of his back muscles shifting and roping beneath the black fabric was enough to make your brain short-circuit. even his thighs, thick and straining against the hem of his shorts as he settled into the cushions, seemed to take up more space than they used to.

the couch felt smaller. the air felt thinner.

when did he get so big ? his arms, his shoulders, his back — the thought looped in your head, a frantic, rhythmic mantra while you stared at the tv without seeing a single thing.

you could feel the heat radiating off him, a steady pulse of warmth that made your own skin feel too tight. every time he shifted, the scent of his soap mixed with the lingering warmth of his skin hit you, sending your internal monologue spiraling into territory that definitely wasn't 'just friends'. you were so focused on the sheer physical gravity of him that you missed the way his eyes lingered on the side of your face — his expression unreadable, heavy, and far too focused.

"you okay ?" he murmured, the low vibration of his voice closer to your ear than you were prepared for. "you're awfully quiet tonight."

"​oh y-yea, it's n-nothing," you mumbled, mentally screaming at yourself for tripping over such simple words. you forced your eyes back to the screen, staring at the flickering shadows with a focus that was borderline painful.

​but just as your heartbeat started to settle into a manageable rhythm, the movie decided it was finished being subtle. a sudden, bone-chilling screech echoed through the speakers, paired with a visual so jarring that your body reacted before your brain could catch up.

​you flinched violently, your entire frame jolting sideways as you sought out the nearest solid thing to anchor you. your hands scrambled, fingers digging instinctively into the nearest source of heat — chan’s bicep.

​you didn't just touch him — you clung to him, your face pressing into the crook of his shoulder as you tried to hide from the screen. his arm was hot beneath your touch, so much wider and stronger than you had imagined when you were just looking at it. the sheer density of his muscle under the thin cotton of the tank top made your breath hitch for an entirely different reason than the ghost on screen.

​"shit," you breathed out against his skin, your heart hammering a frantic rhythm against your ribs. "i hate this. i seriously hate you both for making me do this."

​jeongin let out a delighted cackle from his spot on the floor, not even looking back as he reached for a handful of popcorn. "don't pass out before the second act !"

​chan didn't laugh. if anything, he seemed to go incredibly still. for a second, you worried you had overstepped, that the 'act' was finally broken. you started to pull back, your fingers beginning to loosen their desperate grip on his arm, but before you could retreat, his hand came up.

​his large palm covered your own, his fingers curling over yours to lock your hand firmly against his bicep. he didn't let you pull away. instead, he shifted his weight, leaning into you until you were tucked securely against his side, practically swallowed by his bulk. the movement caused his tank top to strain even further, the fabric groaning against the width of his chest.

​"it's okay," chan murmured, his voice dropping into a register so low it felt like a physical vibration against your temple. "i've got you. you don't have to let go."

​i don't have to let go — the thought was a dizzying loop in your mind. you could feel the rhythmic rise and fall of his chest, the scent of his shampoo and warm skin wrapping around you like a cocoon. you felt so small next to him, so fragile, and the way he was looking down at you — gaze heavy and dark — made a tiny, involuntary whimper climb up your throat.

​it was a pathetic, needy little sound, and you tried really hard to swallow it, but it was too late.

chan heard it.

​he leaned in just an inch closer, his lips nearly brushing the shell of your ear as the movie’s soundtrack swelled to a roar, masking his words from jeongin.

​"that's it, such a good girl, staying so still for me," he whispered, the praise hitting you like a physical weight. "just keep holding on, sweetheart. you're doing so well."

oh. fuck.

did he just — ? did he just call you, a good girl ?

​your grip tightened on his arm, your knuckles turning white as you felt your act crumbling. the horror movie was still playing, but the only thing you could actually feel was the heat of chan’s body and the way his voice was slowly, deliberately dismantling every bit of control you had left.

the air in the room shifted, turning thick and heavy as the movie’s score reached a frantic, screeching crescendo. jeongin was still glued to the screen, completely oblivious to the silent collapse of your composure just inches away.

every time your heart tried to find its rhythm, chan’s thumb would brush slowly, deliberately, over the back of your hand — a rhythmic, possessive movement that kept you pinned to his side. you were leaning into him so heavily now that you could feel the individual ribs of his tank top pressing against your cheek, the heat of his skin radiating through the thin fabric like a fever.

suddenly, he dropped his hand from your shoulder to your waist, fingers grazing the skin where your shirt had lifted. despite much controlling, another whimper escaped you, a tiny, broken sound that was lost to everyone but him.

"you’re so sensitive, aren't you?" chan’s voice vibrated against the shell of your ear. "making those needy little noises just because i'm holding you."

jesus fucking christ —

"stop — please stop" your mind pleaded, but your body was betraying you, arching almost imperceptibly toward the source of the praise. your internal monologue was a chaotic mess of two years of pining finally crashing into the reality of his massive, solid frame.

you felt small. you felt seen. and for the first time, you felt like he was done pretending.

he leaned in, his nose brushing against your temple as he inhaled the scent of your hair.

"i think the movie is getting to be too much for you," he murmured, though his eyes weren't on the screen. "how about we go to my room ? i'll help you calm down."

the promise — the promise of help was what finally made you stop pretending. you couldn't even find your voice to answer. you just nodded — a jerky, frantic movement that had his lips curling into a shadow of a smirk.

chan stood up, his massive frame towering over you for a second before he reached down, his hand wrapping around yours and pulling you upward. the sheer strength in his grip was effortless, reminding you of his strength that had been distracting you all night.

"innie, we're gonna head in. she's a bit too spooked," chan called out, his voice perfectly casual, slipping back into that normal tone so easily it made your head spin.

jeongin didn't even look up from the screen, waving a dismissive hand. "yeah, yeah. go protect your person, hyung. don't let the ghosts get 'em."

the moment the bedroom door clicked shut behind you. the silence of the room was deafening, broken only by the sound of your own jagged breathing. chan didn't move toward the bed. instead, he turned, his bulk immediately crowding you back against the solid wood of the door.

he didn't touch you yet, but he didn't have to. he just stood there, his shoulders blocking out the light, the black tank top clinging to his chest as it rose and fell with a sudden, heavy intensity.

"now," he whispered, his voice dropping into that commanding register that made your knees go weak. "tell me why you were making those sounds on the couch ? why did those pretty whimpers escape your throat, baby ?

your mouth went dry, mind reeling as the words fell into your ears — he found your whimper pretty ? and the nickname — good god.

you looked up at him, the height difference feeling more pronounced than ever in the quiet of his room.

"i... i don't know," you breathed, another sound escaping as he stepped even closer, his thick thighs brushing against yours.

"liar," he coaxed, his hand coming up to cup your jaw, his thumb dragging across your lower lip. "you were being such a good girl out there, acting so sweet for me. do you want to keep being good ?"

your soul agreed before you could.

"b-big — y-you're so b-big, channie" you whispered, throat bobbing as you waited for his reaction with bated breath.

chan chuckled as his fingers slid back to tangle in your hair, tilting your head back until you had no choice but to take all of him in.

"is that what's distracting you, sweetheart ?" he murmured, stepping even deeper into your space until you were pinned flat against the door.

up close, the sheer scale of him was terrifying in the best way possible. his chest was a broad wall of solid muscle, the thin fabric of his tank top damp and clinging to every ridge of his torso.

"i've been working so hard for you," he whispered, his voice dropping an octave, becoming that chesty, gravelly tone that made your knees buckle. "waiting for the day you’d finally stop pretending and just tell me how much you liked it."

he worked out for you ?

the realisation hit you with a force, making your knees buckle.

his free hand came down, his large palm splaying over your stomach, his fingers spanning nearly the entire width of your waist. he pressed in just enough to make you gasp, his thumb grazing the bottom of your ribs.

"made my shoulders broad for you to lay on, made my biceps bigger for you to hold, made myself stronger so i can — " he continued, his voice trailing off into a low, dark growl as he pressed his hips firmly into yours.

​the sentence didn't need to be finished. you could feel exactly what he meant as his eyes darkened, tracking the way your breath hitched the moment you felt the hard length of him through his shorts, pressing firmly against your thighs.

​you could only let out a broken, high-pitched whimper, your hands coming up to rest uselessly against his massive biceps. they felt like iron beneath your palms, so thick that your fingers couldn't even dream of meeting on the other side. the realization of just how much bigger he was than you sent a fresh wave of heat straight to your core.

"channie, p-please — " you whispered, arching into him as you moved your hands to his chest, slightly digging in order to ground yourself.

the friction of your palms against his chest only made him growl, a low sound that vibrated through your own ribcage. he couldn't wait for you to finish your plea. with a single, effortless motion, he hooked his hands under your thighs and hiked you up, your back hitting the door with a soft thud as you instinctively wrapped your legs around his waist.

the sheer bulk of him was even more overwhelming now that you were flush against him. just then he pressed his lips against yours, groaning as you moaned into the kiss. a shiver ran down your spine as chan sucked on your lower lip, swallowing your tiny gasps. a slight nip on your lips had you moaning his name and all his restraints snapped.

chan laid you on the bed, the mattress divotting deeply under his weight as he crawled over you, caging you in with those massive shoulders. as the last of your clothes were discarded, the reality of him hit you like a physical blow.

god, he was big everywhere. your eyes blown wide, you tracked the lines of his body — the roped muscle of his thighs, the sheer width of his chest, and then, the sight of him fully hardened and twitching against his stomach. he was thick, heavy, and looked utterly impossible.

chan didn't give you time to overthink it. he was over you in a second, his large hand sliding down to find you already sopping wet, your body betraying how long you had craved this. he pushed two thick fingers inside you, stretching you open as he watched your face go slack, eyes rolling back.

"fuck, you’re so wet for me, sweetheart," he rasped, his voice a gravelly vibration. "did you get like this just thinking about me ? thinking about how much of me you could take ? fuck, you're so ready."

you arched off the bed, your fingers digging into the iron-hard muscle of his biceps. "please, c-chan — put it in. oh fuck — please, i need it so bad."

"you want it?" he growled, "show me how much you want it. tell me, princess."

"want you so fucking bad, i'm aching — please, channie — " you whimpered, spreading your legs wider giving him a perfect view of your sopping cunt stuffed full of his fingers. that was all the invitation he needed.

he repositioned himself, the broad head of his length probing at your entrance. he moved slowly, testing the tension, but as your own juices acted as a slick invitation, he could'nt help but slide in one heavy thrust.

the friction was staggering. you felt your breath leave your body in a silent scream as he slid in all at once, his sheer girth stretching you to the absolute limit. he didn't stop until his pelvis crashed against yours, buried to the hilt.

"oh god — fuuuuuuuck," he groaned, his forehead dropping against yours as he took a ragged breath. "you're so tight — nghhhh, you're wrapping around me like you were fucking made for me. such a good girl, taking all of me so perfectly. fuck — you feel heavenly, baby."

it felt like he was everywhere. the sensation was so deep it was visceral — you could swear you felt him pressing against your very ribs, filling the entirety of your core until there was no room left for air — breathing nothing but him. as you looked down, a visible, terrifyingly hot bulge appeared in the soft skin of your lower stomach, marking exactly where he was stretched inside you.

"look at that," he whispered, his eyes following yours to where his size was distorting your form, his thumb stroking your hip. "look at what you're holding for me. it's right in your tummy, isn't it ?

he didn't wait for a response before he started snapping his hips, his pace sudden and much fucking needed. every thrust was a heavy, wet thud, his balls slapping against you as he drove himself into you with the strength he’d spent years building.

"fuck — yea yea yea — just like that," you sobbed out, your head tossing back as he hit your sweet spot. "nghhhh, channie, right there — oh god, fuck !"

"yeah ? you like that ?" he growled, his hands sliding under your hips to tilt you up, making the penetration even deeper, even more ruinous. "fuck, you're taking every inch beautifully. you were always mine, hm ? you just had to be brave enough to let me in. so brave for me, sweetheart. good fucking girl — fuck, you're so tight."

you were a mess of whimpers and shattered breaths, your body shaking under the weight of his broad shoulders and the relentless stretch of him. the sound of wet friction and his heavy grunts filled the room, a filthy symphony of the three years of pining finally exploding.

"that’s it, give it all to me," he choked out, his voice breaking as he felt you begin to climax. "fuckfuckfuck — stay right there. let me fill you up until you can't feel anything but me. you did so well for me, sweetheart. oh god, fuck —"

he delivered one final, soul-crushing thrust, burying himself as deep as possible as he spilled into you as you both unravelled simultaneously. wrapped in his arms, swallowed by his bulk, you finally understood. the gentleman was gone, but the man who remained was exactly what you had always needed to be whole.

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So, after doing some thinking, you applied.

It was a long process, to say the least. There were tests you had to take, all of them online. Starting with a psychological test, then an IQ test, then a personality test. It took them a month as they asked for everything, from your family disease history to your hopes and dreams for the future.

The more data they gathered, the more detailed your profile became. You even had a few online interviews with a woman named 'Cherry' whose face you couldn't see as she was wearing some sort of mask, only her cherry red lips were visible to you.

"We will take your data into consideration and calculate the best match. Thank you for applying at Cupid Corp. We hope you find your dream lover." the woman talked in a monotone voice.

You didn't wait for too long. Only four days later, you got a package from them, inside it a round device with a screen and one button. You pressed it and when it came to life you were greeted with your match. Just his name and the percentage.

With it, you got a document that stated the location of the village as well as your house number, 14B and a ton of rules, most of them prohibiting you from talking about the activities and 'tests' inside the village as well as a 'no cellphone' rule. You thought it was kind of weird, but you didn't want to back out now. Not when you had a match with such a high number.

It can't be so hard to get it up to 100, right?

You read through all the rules, coming up to the last one.

'You and your partner are not allowed to engage in sexual activites during your stay in the village. Kissing and physical touch is fine unless it is erotic or stimulating in that sort of way. After you sign this paper, you have agreed to all the rules above and are aware that you will be filmed and monitored 24/7.'

You gulped, some kind of unease washing over you as you stared at the document. The little cupid drawing that was the company's logo looked so sweet and innocent but it didn't help the churning of your stomach. Taking a deep breath in, you grabbed you pen and signed the paper.

There is no going back now.

As soon as you entered the village through the gate, it felt like you walked right into a fairytale. The houses were all pretty pastel colors with white picked fences and gardens full of all sorts of beautiful flowers. Everything looked perfect.

The only weird thing was that you didn't see another person anywhere as you walked. It was eerily quiet, only your footsteps were echoing on the pavement and the sounds of your suitcase being dragged behind you. The village was far away from the bustling city so you couldn't hear any sound for miles.

Then you saw it, 14B, a pretty pastel blue house and you smiled to yourself, it looked so cute and cozy. Your heart suddenly skipped a beat when you noticed someone standing outside by the fence.

It was a guy close to your age, and as soon as he noticed you coming towards him, a big smile spread on his face. He waved awkwardly and you waved back as you neared him, your heart hammering in your chest. When you got closer to him, your stomach did a little flip.

He is so beautiful!, you thought as you observed his smiling face, his warm chocolate eyes, his plump heart shaped lips and all the pretty freckles adorning his skin.

"I'm Felix. Nice to meet you." he said, pleasantly shocking you with his deep voice.

"Y/n. Nice to meet you too." you smiled, your face burning up. You hoped you didn't look like an awkward tomato in front of this beautiful man, who was your match! You were already swooning over him as he helped you get your suitcase inside, dragging both of your luggage together while you looked around the garden.

"I guess this is our house." he said as the two of you walked in. You noticed right away that it was decorated in the way you wanted to decorate your dream house, a question you had to answer in one of the tests they gave you. You also noticed some knick knacks you didn't recognize, they were probably something Felix wanted to have in his house.

"They really went all out with the decorations." you said as the two of you made your way to the kitchen and Felix chuckled.

"They did." he nodded, the air between you a little awkward.

"Oh. What's this?" you noticed an envelope adressed to the both of you on the kitchen table.

You picked it up and opened it as Felix peered over your shoulder.

"Dear Felix and Y/n. Welcome to our Village of Love! We hope you enjoy your stay, no matter how short or long it is. You'll find everything you need inside your house, we hope you find it cozy and that you settle in well. Take your time to get used to your surroundings and learn a little about each other before you move onto the next phase. Tests will begin shortly. Have fun!" you read out loud before looking up and seeing a camera staring right at you, the red dot blinking.

"Tests, huh? Doesn't sound too fun." Felix said and you nodded.

"No, it doesn't." you shook your head. "Do you know anything about what happens here?"

"I have no idea. I asked a few of my friends and no one would tell me."

"Isn't that kind of suspicious?" you asked and Felix chuckled nervously, looking up at the camera.

"Aren't they like listening to us right now?" he whispered.

"I'm sure everyone who came here wondered about the program." you shrugged.

"I guess we will find out." Felix said, still being somewhat quiet as he kept eyeing the camera.

You walked over to the fridge and opened it, finding all sorts of groceries inside it, mostly your favorite food and probably Felix's.

"Hungry?" you looked back at him and as if on que, his stomach growled.

You giggled and he laughed, the sound filling up your ears and tugging at your heart.

"I'll take that as a yes. Do you wanna cook together?" you asked and he nodded eagerly.

"I'd love that." Felix answered with a sweet smile so the two of you pulled your sleeves up and washed your hands, getting ready to tackle dinner together as you maneuvered the unknown space.

"What made you decide to apply to this program? You don't seem like you'd have a problem finding a partner." you started the conversation and his cheeks became rosy as he chuckled.

"Well, I tend to fall for the wrong people. The ones who use my kindness against me. And I really don't wanna hurt anymore or just experiment and 'try' again. I want to know that I have the real deal, you know? To be sure that the person is my ride or die."

The honesty in his answer took you by surprise.

'I want my partner to always be honest with me, to tell me the truth even if it is painful.'

You remembered the line you wrote when you were asked to put down on paper everything you wanted in a partner. They had probably looked at Felix's personality test as well as yours, and the things you had written down as your dream partner, putting the two of you together that way.

Your cheeks burned as you remembered how high your percentage is. He must really be the man from your dreams which would make you the woman of his. Butterflies swarmed your stomach.

"What about you?" Felix snapped you out of your thoughts as you continued cleaning the meat.

"Oh, same. I was disappointed many times before. I just want to find someone that will feel like home." you smiled at him.

"Exactly." he agreed. "So, what do you think the tests will look like? Do you think they'll be similar to the ones we had to do while applying?"

"My guess is as good as yours. Though, I must admit I do feel a bit uneasy with all the people not being allowed to say what happened while they were here..." you trailed off, before sighing.

"Then again, they all looked so happy with their partners." you finished. "And I want that."

"Yeah, I feel a bit uneasy myself but we'll go through this together, right?" Felix gave you a shy smile and you nodded as your cheeks warmed up.

After cooking dinner and eating, you had learned a bit more about each other, finding it incredibly easy to keep the conversation going like you've already talked many times before, sharing similar viewpoints and interests. It seemed too easy and you knew that you didn't have to necessarily agree on everything or love all the same things to be a match.

There was definitely something deeper there than the superficial stuff like hobbies and favorite colors when you've already gotten to 89% without even interacting with each other.

"Should we do a tour of the house?" Felix asked when you finished cleaning up.

"Sure, let's do it." you smiled and one by one, you visited all of the rooms starting with the living room that was next to the kitchen.

"Oh, we have a tv." you pursed your lips. "I thought we weren't allowed any kind of electronics."

"I guess they thought having movie nights at home is a date we'd both enjoy." Felix pointed to all the dvds on the shelves around the tv. "We have a good collection of every genre. Skipping horror though, I'm not a fan of scary things." he visibly shivered and you chuckled a little.

"I'm fine with those." you said and Felix gasped a little.

"Well if you want us to watch horror movies together just be prepared that I will be hiding behind like five blankets and probably crying my eyes out."

"Aw, it's okay, we don't have to watch them if they scare you so much." you smiled at him, making his heart skip a beat.

"I'll watch them for you. Well, kinda watch them since I'll be under all those protective blankets."

You chuckled together before you made your way upstairs. Your heart immediately skipped a beat and a shiver ran through your entire body when you saw the bed. Of course, you were meant to sleep together in it.

Felix noticed you staring at it, both of your faces red.

"I can sleep downstairs on the couch." he said, as if reading your mind.

"No!" you said a little too quickly. "I mean, I'd feel a lot safer if you were here with me." you admitted sheepishly.

"Oh." his smile was shy. "Then I'll be here with you."

Gosh, he is so sweet!, you thought, feeling overwhelmed that such a sweet person was your very own match. Not even a day with him and he already checked so many of your boxes. You hoped he felt the same for you.

"We have separate bathrooms." Felix noted and you looked to the right to see a door labeled with your name and on the left his name.

"I think there are no cameras in there, so that's why..." he trailed off and immediately you felt your stomach doing flips. They were really making sure you don't do any funny business which was kind of understandable since everything was being filmed. But then again, why wouldn't they make a special room for the two of you? You had so many questions and any possible answer created even more questions.

The two of you then decided to unpack, the sounds of opening and closing drawers filling up the space.

"We have a backyard." Felix said as he stood by the window in your room. "And a pool."

"It looks cozy except the pool. I don't know how to swim." you confessed, shivering a little.

"Really?" Felix looked a bit surprised. "Well, I love swimming so you can sunbathe while I swim?" he added with a giggle.

"I can." you nodded. "The entire house and the neighborhood looks so nice. Which brings me to this, have you seen another person since you got here?" you asked and Felix shook his head no.

"Neither have I. Weird, huh?" you said.

Felix opened his mouth to answer but the sound the doorbell ringing frightened you both.

"Is that... someone at the door?" he lifted one eyebrow.

"Let's go check together." you stood by his side as your heart hammered in your chest.

Felix walked first and you followed behind him, peering over his shoulders as he slowly opened the door.

You were greeted by a smiling woman and man, standing somewhat similarly to you and Felix.

"Hello, sorry to bother you. I'm Gina and this is Ethan. We were paired up today and noticed we were neighbours so we just wanted to say hi."

"Oh." Felix chuckled and you visibly relaxed, now standing beside him.

"This is y/n, and I'm Felix. Nice to meet you." you all shook hands, deciding to meet up tomorrow for breakfast since the program encouraged couples who were paired up at the same time to become friends.

"You okay?" Felix asked after closing the door.

"I just can't shake off this weird feeling." you shook your head.

Felix bit on his lip, his eyes raking all over your form gently as you hugged yourself. Tentatively, he reach out and brushed his knuckles on your cheek.

"I'm sure you just need time to adjust." he smiled, and you shivered from his gentle touch, your eyes fluttering.

"Yeah. Maybe a good night's sleep is all I need."

"There you go. Positive thoughts." Felix smiled brightly, warming you up instantly.

You got ready in your separate bathrooms and you came out first, claiming your side of the bed as you sat, leaning your back against the headboard and fidgeting with your fingers. Felix came in after a minute or so, smiling at you slightly as he hesitantly lifted up the covers and slid in.

"You sure you're okay with this?" he turned to you, his deep brown eyes looking big and doe like.

"Yes, I'm comfortable." you nodded. "You?"

"Of course. Just making sure you feel okay." Felix then smiled sweetly, making your stomach flip again.

"I am." you whispered. "Um, it's just weird not to have my phone to play with before sleeping." you looked around, noticing a stack of books on a shelf.

"Tell me about it. I'm like chronically online, it's a problem." Felix shook his head with a chuckle. "Or like playing videogames. My computer will be so dusty when we get out of here."

You giggled at him as he scrunched up his face and made a cute whiny sound.

"I like videogames too. We should play together soon."

"Wow, you really are the girl of my dreams." Felix looked at you, wiggling his eyebrows and you laughed, your entire body on fire from the giddiness he made you feel.

He slid down then, getting comfy on his side and you followed suit, relaxing between the clean sheets and melting into the soft pillow.

"How long do you think it will take us to get out of here?" you whispered after a few moments of silence.

"I hope not too long." Felix whispered back. "Sweet dreams, y/n." he added after another pause.

"Night, Felix." you smiled before turning on your side and closing your eyes.

You were nervous for what's to come but Felix's presence gave you a sense of comfort and safety you didn't know you needed. Just the sound of his breathing calmed you down and slowly lulled you to sleep.

Your eyes fluttered open and for a moment you were completely confused. You blinked a few times, rubbing the sleepiness from your eyes as you took in your surroundings.

Right. You had come to the Village of Love yesterday, with your match. Which made you turn around quickly and gasp when you noticed the other side of the bed was empty.

"F-Felix?" you said, your voice a little raspy from sleeping. For a moment, you felt the dread creeping in but then you heard clinking, followed by a few curses coming from downstairs.

Upon arriving to the kitchen you were greeted by a frantic and disheveled Felix. You had to supress in a laugh, but it still seeped out in small giggles.

"Oh, y/n!" he exclaimed, turning around with his eyes slightly widened and his pink lips parted. "I barely slept last night so I got up like at 6am? I wanted to make myself useful so I tried making pancakes? I swear they taste better than they look! It's just that I'm usually not a morning person so-"

"Felix." you stopped his rambling, coming closer to him as you chuckled into your palm, your other hand gently placed on his arm to soothe him.

"Felix, it's okay. I'm sure the pancakes are delicious." you looked down at the half burned scraps of pancakes. "It's the thought that counts." you added with a giggle. "Aren't we meeting our neighbors for breakfast anyways?"

"Oh. That's right, we are. I'm silly." he sighed, turning the stove off with a defeated pout.

"You're cute." you said without thinking, your cheeks warming up as soon as those words left your mouth.

"You think so?" Felix chuckled, a little smirk forming on his lips and you nodded as he stared at you intently. "You're cuter." he leaned in, his breath hitting your face and you almost dissolved right then and there.

"Oh, shut up." you chuckled, making him laugh. "Let's go get dressed."

You got ready in your separate bathrooms, wondering how everything will play out for however long you'll be here. You decided to wear a dress with a floral pattern, something comfy and flowy. You hoped Felix would like it as much as you did.

And he seemed to be stunned the moment you walked out of the bathroom, giving you elevator eyes as he gulped visibly, his cheeks becoming rosy. You stood there nervously as he seemed to be lost in a trance.

"Felix?"

"Oh." he looked up at your face, the redness creeping up on his neck. "You look really pretty."

"Thank you." you giggled, your heart rate picking up while he smiled at you.

"Shall we?" he asked, reaching his hand towards you. You nodded, sliding your hand into his, your palms pressed together and fingers entwined.

They fit perfectly together, like two pieces of a puzzle that were waiting to be completed forever.

You met up with Gina and Ethan who were also holding hands, waving at you enthusiastically.

"Morning, neighbors!" Ethan smiled at the two of you.

"Good morning." you smiled back as everyone greeted each other.

"Did you get the map of the village?" Gina asked and Felix nodded.

"Found it in the living room this morning."

"Us too. Isn't it crazy having all these cameras around?" Gina chuckled and you looked around, noticing that all over the neighborhood there were cameras on every lamp post, every driveway, every front door.

The uneasiness settled in your chest again and you squeezed Felix's hand. He looked at you, squeezing back and giving you a small, reassuring smile. The restaurant wasn't too far away, it was a garden with lots of big trees giving shade to the tables, the sweet smell of colorful flowers mixed with the nice smell of food being cooked, making you even more hungry than you were. Finally, you saw other couples, chatting at different tables and you felt much more at ease. It felt normal.

There was soft music playing from the little building where you presumed the kitchen and servers were situated. The four of you found a table near a koi pond, excitement taking over you as you looked at the pretty fishes swimming around.

"I was about to reach for my phone and take a picture." Felix chuckled and Ethan nodded.

"Same." he said and you shook your head, thinking about how you'd probably do the same thing.

You stared at the koi fishes, who seemed to be mindlessly floating back and forth, confined in such a small pond. You wondered if they ever wanted more freedom, a bigger pond or was this all they knew so they could never think about having more space. Maybe they felt safe in a familiar, tiny enviroment.

One of the servers came to your table with a pen and notepad, writing down your orders and snapping you out of your thoughts.

The four of you made small talk before your food arrived.

"At least these pancakes look better than mine." Felix noted when the plate was placed before him and you chuckled.

"So, what do you guys think the tests will look like?" Gina asked suddenly while you ate. You looked up at the camera above your table and swallowed nervously.

"Isn't it kinda like a video game? We got a map of the place, we will have objectives or tests, we got our 'safe room', like our house where we have supplies..." Felix started and Ethan chuckled.

"I just hope there are no zombies or such. Or like damage." he added and the four of you laughed.

"I'm sure it can't be that bad." you said.

"How high is your percentage?" Gina asked.

"89%." you answered and she gasped a little.

"Ours is 74%. I guess we'll be here longer than y'all." she pouted.

"Well, we can't know that. When we have no idea what awaits us." Ethan said. He was right, you had no idea what Cupid Corp. planned out to put your connection to the test. Your eyes fell on the pond again, the koi fishes spinning around and around in circles, the repetitive motion almost making you dizzy.

~

"Do you wanna take a walk around the village?" Felix asked after you parted ways with the friendly couple next door.

"Yeah, sounds good. I need to get some blood flowing in my legs, we sat for so long."

"We did, I think we clicked with them too. Could it be they put us close to each other so we could become friends?" Felix asked when the two of you started walking, your hands entwined again, making your heart beat faster.

"Probably. I have a feeling nothing is random here." you pursed your lips.

"Me too." he agreed.

The village was really something out of a fairytale book. Not only were the houses cute but there was a cute bakery, a gallery, a flower shop, a cafe and a few other stores for groceries and such scattered around. There was even a little park for picnics and a forest to ride your bike or take a walk there. You saw other people working in all the buildings and couples walking around or sitting in the cafe or riding their bikes. It looked different than yesterday, when everything seemed eerily quiet and abandoned.

You and Felix talked about your families and job, getting to know some random facts about each other as you walked around, the sun warming your bodies up. It felt like you knew each other forever.

That evening, you decided to have your first movie night date. After a short debate since you were both indecisive, you settled on Clueless, a classic, and prepared some snacks and blankets to make the viewing more cozy.

Felix seemed a little nervous and fidgety as you got comfy on the couch, some distance created between you. He played with his fingers and the blanket, picking on it as you clicked play on the tv.

"You okay?" you asked and he nodded quickly, grabbing the bowl of popcorn.

"It's just... I like to cuddle while watching movies. Or um, I like to cuddle whenever, a lot. Physical touch is definitely one of my biggest love languages. I hope you're okay with that." Felix confessed, redness covering his freckled cheeks.

You sighed in relief, a giggle escaping your lips as you scooted closer to him, making his breath hitch.

"Okay? I'm estatic. I'm a big cuddler, it's one of my top love languages too." you nodded and Felix smiled sweetly at you.

"Right. I keep forgetting we matched so well and start feeling nervous. I don't wanna do something wrong, you know? And with the cameras watching, it adds to the awkwardness." he explained.

"I'll tell you if I'm uncomfortable with anything, okay? And you tell me too. Open communication is important." you said and Felix nodded, agreeing. "And forget about the cameras for now. I'm trying not to think about them supervising us the entire time. Let's just enjoy the movie."

"You're really sweet, y/n." Felix smiled cutely, his eyes shining as he stared at you, tongue darting out to wet his plump lips.

You followed the movement for a second, your heart fluttering.

"Says you." you chuckled, poking his cheek and he giggled, relaxing next to you and scooting even closer so that your legs and shoulders touched.

Pretty soon, both of you were relaxed, forgetting that you were being filmed as you enjoyed the movie, laughing and repeating the iconic lines. Your head ended up on Felix's shoulder at one point and his heart started beating fast instantly, his hand reaching for yours. He caressed your skin with his thumb as you giggled at the tv. You've never felt this comfortable with someone you just met.

The entire day was filled with positive experiences that you almost forgot about the weird dread gathering in the pit of your stomach.

You felt a huge attraction towards Felix, your body craved to be in his warmth and when you laid in bed next to him that night, you wanted nothing more than to roll over and hold him. But maybe it was too early for that, you thought as nervousness washed over you.

"Good night, y/n." his warm voice was quiet in the darkness of the room.

"Good night, Felix."

~

The man in the chair leaned over his computer, typing in the log of the day. The two of you were perfect subjects for this village, both of you sweet and kind, ready to welcome each other into your lives. He looked at all the screens that filmed your quiet house, eyes lingering on your calm, sleeping forms. Soon, everything will change.

A whole week has passed by perfectly. It was a little too quiet, too perfect for your liking. You wondered when the actual tests would start, when you were gonna get an envelope with some objective you have to fulfill. It made you feel uneasy the entire time and you had always trusted your intuition so you knew your gut feeling was right.

You had expressed this to Felix and even though he was nervous about the whole experience too, he tried to reassure you that it can't be that bad. That maybe the test had already started by just watching the two of you interact with each other.

It sounded plausible so it calmed you down just a little bit.

At the same time, you couldn't deny the connection building between you and your match. Felix was everything you ever wanted and more, kind and thoughtful, funny and sweet, he listened to you with interest, happy to know every little detail about you; his heart was pure and full of love, not just for you but for everyone. He made you melt on the spot with just one look and smile.

Every time you cuddled while watching movies, you got a little closer, the warmth of his body enveloping you, messing with your senses. You loved being close to him like that and he loved being held or holding you, it didn't matter as long as you were embracing each other in any way.

"It's such a beautiful sunny day. We could have a date by the pool?" Felix suggested one morning, batting his eyelashes at you and pouting cutely.

"Oh, sure. But I'll be watching you as I sunbathe because well, you know." you shrugged.

"Are you scared of the water? I could help you, teach you how to swim. It's good to face your fears." he smiled encouragingly and you chuckled, grabbing his hand.

"Maybe it is. I'll think about it." you smiled.

"Great! That's progress." Felix leaned in, pressing a chaste kiss on your cheek and it was enough to make your heart burst.

For some reason, you didn't think about how the two of you will be almost naked by the pool and that thought crossed your mind only after you put your bathing suit on in the bathroom. A little gasp escaped your lips as your cheeks became completely red.

You decided to throw a little dress over your frame before you walked into the room. Felix was already waiting for you, dressed in swim trunks and a t-shirt. You blushed at the sight of his legs, mentally scolding yourself and trying to calm down your heart.

Felix didn't hesitate to throw his shirt off as soon as you got to the pool. Your eyes immediately went to his abs and chest, a warmness spreading within you as you shifted. He noticed your look, his face and ears warming up. He smirked a little, enjoying the fact that he made you squirm.

"Ugh, I- I left my sunscreen upstairs." you whined.

"I'll go get it for you." Felix said. "Is it in the bathroom?"

You nodded and thanked him as he made his way into the house. After you took your dress off, your attention was grabbed by a sloshing sound of water inside the pool. Your brows furrowed, there was no wind. You gulped, coming closer to the edge of the pool, staring at your distorted reflection as the water kept sloshing.

It was just a milisecond, you couldn't react or realize what was happening, it was as if something invisible had pulled you into the water. With a loud splash your body was submerged under the surface as you started flailing your arms and legs, bubbles coming up where you were desperately trying to breathe. You managed to pull your head above water for a second, panicking as you tried to grab onto the edge of the pool, turning around just in time to see Felix running towards the pool with a terrified expression on his face. You couldn't keep yourself above water but just before you were completely submerged again, a pair of arms wrapped around you, pulling you up to the surface.

You gasped, trying to catch your breath as you clutched onto Felix and he pulled you close, pressing your body into his.

"You're okay, love. I got you. I got you." he kept repeating as he caressed you, holding you tightly as he led you to the shallow part of the pool.

Tears spilled out of your eyes as you sobbed, wrapping your arms around Felix's body, your face buried in his neck.

"It's okay. I'm here. Shh." he tried to soothe you as your body shook against him.

Neither of you noticed the shadow moving away from the window inside your kitchen.

"Let's get you out." Felix led you towards one of the chairs and you sat down as he wrapped a towel around you. He caressed your hair shortly as he grabbed another chair, pulling it closer so it was facing you. He sat down and grabbed your face gently.

"Can you tell me what happened?"

"I- I don't know." your lips trembled.

"I was just standing there and next thing I know, I'm underwater."

"Maybe you slipped?" Felix wondered, his brows furrowed.

"No, it was like something pulled me in." you swallowed and Felix looked back at the calm water.

"Well, whatever it was I am not leaving you alone by the pool anymore. I won't let this happen to you again." he promised, pulling you into a hug, your cheek pressed against his chest. You shivered as you held onto him, but this time it was because you felt his skin against yours. Sure, you held onto him in the pool but you were in such a state of panic that you didn't even feel your body let alone his.

You leaned back a little and looked up at Felix. His eyes travelled down to your lips and he licked at his. Your stomach swarmed with butterflies as your face neared his. Felix held you tighter as your hot breaths mingled, before he pressed his plump lips on yours. You melted instantly as you started moving together, kissing gently and savoring every second of your lips touching like that.

It felt like it was meant to be, like you were made to kiss his lips and he was made to be yours. Felix licked at your bottom lip and you parted them, letting his tongue touch and play with yours. Pressing your body against his even more, you almost forgot about Cupid Corp., the cameras, the pool. But when he bit on your bottom lip, pulling it between his teeth, his hands squeezing your waist, you had a moment of clarity and pulled away with a gasp.

"We can't get carried away." you panted and Felix nodded, swallowing as his dark eyes lingered on your lips. His cheeks were red, his hair messy and his lips looked even more pink after kissing you.

"Sorry. I couldn't help myself, love. I'm really attracted to you." Felix said, pressing his forehead against yours.

"Me too. I like you a lot, Lixie." you smiled and he chuckled sweetly, pressing a few kisses on your lips and cheeks.

"I like you a lot too. I'm so glad I signed up for this program." he said, pulling you into another hug.

"I'm glad to be here too." you tangled your hands in his hair, caressing him and he sighed happily.

"Do you still wanna stay by the pool or you wanna do something else?" he asked and you looked at the water.

"I'll sit here and you go swim." you smiled.

"Are you sure?"

"100%." you nodded and with that, he pecked your lips again and practically skipped towards the pool. You giggled to yourself, knowing he really wanted to swim so you were content with sitting by the pool and just watching his beautiful form in the water.

Goosebumps rose on your neck and you turned to look at the house, feeling like there was some kind of presence there. You tried shrugging it off as you turned back to Felix, watching him having fun and waving at you cutely.

When he got out of the water, you couldn't help the admiration in your eyes as they raked all over his naked wet body, the droplets of water sliding from his chest to his abs and disappearing under the waistband of his swim trunks. Your throat was very much dry in that moment, but your panties were not. Felix smirked at you as he walked slowly, probably trying to seduce you even though you already folded.

He leaned over you, his hands on the armrests of the chair, the water from his body dripping onto yours.

"Enjoyed the view?" he asked as you looked up at him.

"Very much so." you smirked back and he leaned in to kiss you.

"I'm glad you did." he kissed you again. "Let's get inside, it's getting dark." Felix added and the two of you made your way into your house.

As soon as you walked in, a loud beeping noise scared the both of you. You covered your ears as Felix looked around.

"What is that?!" you asked.

"I don't know." Felix yelled over the piercing noise. He followed it with you trailing behind him and holding onto his back.

"Oh. Look!" he exclaimed, grabbing the round device you had gotten in the mail.

As soon as he clicked the button, the loud sound stopped, the screen lighting up.

90%. Congratulations, Felix and Y/n!

"D-did we get a point because of me drowning in the pool?" you shivered.

"I think we got a point 'cause I saved you." Felix bit on his lip, his expression turning into one of worry. You looked up at the camera in the kitchen, your eyes wide. Just what kind of sick game were Cupid Corp. playing? And what did they have in store for you?

~

"You think they really tried to drown me on purpose?" you asked Felix when the two of you got under the covers.

"It seems so." he said as he chewed on his lip.

"I think they could escalate things." you gulped and Felix looked at you, scooting closer to your side.

"What kind of test is that? Who wouldn't jump in to save someone they love? And even someone they don't know. I'd jump in anyways." Felix got upset.

"I know, I don't understand either."

"At least we are closer to 100%." Felix said, reaching out for you. You got closer to him and he smiled sweetly, his arm wrapping around your waist.

"Will you let me hold you like this?" he whispered, rubbing the tip of his nose against yours.

"Yeah, of course." you whispered back, kissing his sweet lips.

"I'll keep you safe, love." he smiled.

"I hope they don't hurt you."

"They can try. I'm stronger than I seem."

"I belive that." you nuzzled into him as you wrapped around each other. It felt so good to be in his embrace, like nothing bad could ever happen to you.

When Felix opened his eyes the next morning and saw you sleeping so soundly in his arms, he almost melted into a puddle. He gently tucked your hair behind your ear, caressing your face as his sleepy eyes observed you.

It didn't take long for you to wake up too, seeing that Felix was already looking at you made you whine and shut your eyes tightly.

"Don't look at me." you said.

"Why?" Felix chuckled as you tried hiding your face with your hands.

"Because I don't look the best when I wake up."

"What are you talking about?" Felix gently moved your hands away. "You're beautiful." he added and leaned in to kiss you but you blocked him quickly with your hand.

"Morning breath."

"Do I look like I care?" he giggled against your palm, grabbing your hand in his and kissing you despite your protests.

"So beautiful." he rasped.

"Has anyone ever told you that you're a sweet talker?" you smirked.

"No, but I'll take that as a compliment." Felix giggled. "Mm. Let's stay like this." he pulled you closer, his chin resting on the top of your head.

"I'd love to. But don't we have a brunch with Gina and Ethan?"

"Ugh. We do. Five more minutes." Felix said and you giggled, pressing your lips into his pulse. You heard his breath hitch and felt him tremble as your lips brushed against his skin.

"Don't make it harder for me to resist you, love." he whispered and kissed your head, making your cheeks warm up instantly.

"Sorry." you leaned back and he gave you a lazy smirk as he played with your hair.

~

"Ethan is sick." Gina whispered to the two of you after you rang the doorbell.

"Sick?" your brows furrowed as you noticed her eyes being shifty, darting left to right like she was on high alert, looking around to spot danger.

"Yes. High fever. Tremors. Headache." she craned her neck to look behind the two of you and you followed her eyesight, not noticing anything out of the ordinary.

"I have to go. I have to go. They're watching, you know? They're watching." she murmured before disappearing into the darkness of her house and closing the door, the clicking sound indicating she had locked it.

"T-that was weird." you swallowed.

"Very weird." Felix backed away, pulling you with him. "You wanna go to brunch still?"

"Yeah." you nodded as the two of you walked away from your neighbor's house.

You kept throwing glances back, noticing the curtain on one of the windows moving as a figure disappeared behind it.

You couldn't stop thinking about the state Gina was in and what the hell was happening inside her house?

Sitting by the koi pond, you couldn't help but think that all of you were just koi fishes and the village was just one small pond that was being observed by a bigger creature.

"You okay?" Felix put his arm around your shoulder, his other hand placed on your knee.

"Just worried about Gina and Ethan. And... us."

"Us?"

"What if the same happens to us. Or worse." you swallowed, your eyes becoming big as you looked at Felix, fear bubbling up inside you.

"It won't."

"How do you know that?" you asked, your eyes filling up with tears.

"I'll keep us safe, I promise." Felix pressed a lingering kiss on your forehead.

Your heart was still hammering in your chest, your stomach churning.

Something was wrong.

~

"Y/n, do you trust me?" Felix held you as the two of you stood in the shallow part of the pool.

"I do. It's just-"

"You're scared, I know. If it becomes too much, we'll get out immediately. But I'd love it if you at least tried. I'll hold you the entire time, okay? I won't let you out of my sight."

His reassuring words chipped away at your fear, replacing it with warmness and safety. You've never met someone like Felix, someone who was so invested in helping you get over your phobia.

"Okay, we'll start walking first." he pulled you in, holding you against him as you clutched at him.

"Relax." he tried soothing you as his hands caressed you and slowly but surely you started feeling relaxed.

"I'll hold you and swim. You try to move your legs like I told you, okay?" Felix guided you and you struggled a little at the beginning but the more he smiled at you and reassured you, the more confident you felt.

"Just stay close." you said.

"Of course, sweetheart." he smiled and your heart leaped out of your chest as your face warmed up.

Soon, you didn't even realize you were moving on your own, with Felix hovering next to you.

"You did it, y/n!" he laughed, his arms wrapping around your waist as he pulled you into his body.

"All thanks to you, Lixie." you giggled, turning around in his arms so you could look at him.

"Well, you had the will to try so it's on you too." he said, pecking your lips. His kisses were addictive, whenever he'd press his lips on yours, it was hard to stop as the two of you clung onto each other like you've been glued together.

The kisses escalated as your tongues massaged each other, your hands roaming on his freckled back. Your legs wrapped around him and he pulled you in closer, chest against chest, his hands on your butt.

"F-Felix." you stuttered, nails digging into his shoulders when you felt his erection brushing against your core.

"I'm sorry." his arms wrapped around your waist as he buried his face in your neck, lapping at the droplets of water dripping down your skin. "I can't help it. You're so delicious, sweetheart." he nipped at your sensitive neck.

"T-the cameras." you looked around at the five different cameras in the backyard.

"I know. I know." Felix kissed your lips with a huff before he swam you both back to the shallow part.

"You can get out if you want. And give me a second to calm down." he looked at you sheepishly.

"Okay." you giggled, wrapping your body up with a towel.

Felix swam a little more while you made some lemonade, keeping an eye on him from the kitchen window.

He got out just in time as you brought the refreshing drink outside. He wiped his body with the towel quickly, throwing it aside as he pulled you closer, making you squeal, the two of you losing balance. You ended up in his lap as he sat in the chair and you chuckled as he squeezed you tightly, rubbing his cheek against your back.

"Are you sure this is a smart position right now?" you asked and he smirked at you.

Before he could answer, the familiar beeping sound blasted next to the two of you. Your heads snapped towards the device you brought everywhere, hoping the percentage would go up.

"Felix! 92%!" you gasped when you grabbed it.

"92? How did we get two points?" he stared at it.

"I have no idea! But we should celebrate. Just 8 more. And then we can leave together." you smiled as you turned you body towards him.

"I can't wait, my love." Felix smiled, leaving kisses on your arm.

You wondered why you got two points. And if it was really that easy.

~

That night, Felix was clingier than usual, completely wrapped around you as he spooned you. His lips kept pressing gentle kisses on your neck and shoulder, making goosebumps rise on your skin, heat erupting inside you.

Felix couldn't help it anymore, his own body betrayed him as he got excited again, being so close to you, feeling you pressed against him, he craved nothing more than to be even closer to you.

"L-Lix." you felt him against your backside.

"Fuck, I'm sorry. Don't worry about it, it'll go away." Felix whimpered quietly, and you squeezed his wrist as he pressed into you tighter, unable to contain himself.

"It's okay." you guided his hand down to your panties, feeling desperate for his touch too.

"Y/n." he whispered. "What about the camera?"

"It's dark. And they can't see under the covers. As long as we stay quiet and don't move too much, we should be fine." you whispered back, pushing his hand beneath the waistband of your underwear.

"That's a test within itself." Felix joked and you giggled.

"Please, Felix." you begged as he hesitated.

"Fuck, baby. You don't have to beg for me. You have me always." he bit on your shoulder, his fingers exploring until they pressed into your clit when you spread your legs just a little so he can have more access. Felix started drawing slow figure eights on your sensitive clit, dipping his fingertips into your heat to gather some wetness and smear it around.

Your breath hitched and you gripped onto the cover, bringing it closer to your lips so you could muffle the little sighs coming out. His tongue darted out to lick at you neck as he played with your clit, moving slower but pressing hard. Felix sunk his teeth into your neck, sucking on it and creating a purple bruise marking you as his. You moaned quietly and he shushed you, teasing your little clit and making you clench around nothing.

"Felix." you said quietly.

"Yes, baby?" he whispered between kisses.

"I wanna touch you too." you said, so quiet so that only he could hear it. Felix's cock twitched against the back of your thigh.

"Okay." he said and you turned around, sliding your panties off and pushing them aside. Felix did the same with his underwear and grabbed your leg, putting it over his so he could spread you a little.

His hand was back between your legs, now without any tight obstacles and you had to bite back a moan as your eyes flitted towards the red dot blinking in the corner. You gripped the cover and pulled it up, only leaving some space for air and so you and Felix can kind of see each other.

You sneaked your hand down his chest and abs, fingers playing with his happy trail leading down to his leaky cock. The tip was already wet with pre cum and Felix almost groaned when you touched him, smearing it around as your fingers massaged him.

"B-baby." the tip of his nose touched yours and he leaned in to kiss you as your hand wrapped around his length. He sighed into your mouth and you swallowed it, breathing in his air while he slowly pushed his finger inside your welcoming heat.

You bit on his lower lip when he pushed in deep, your pussy clenching and begging for more. Felix groaned quietly, pushing into your hand while you moved it slowly, giving him gentle pleasure. Both of you moved in sync with each other, keeping the slow and torturous pace that was somehow sweet. You were both lingering on edge, wanting more.

Felix pulled his finger out and before you could protest, he started pushing two fingers in. The entire time you were making out, swallowing each other's moans and breaths.

"God, faster please." Felix whispered and you looked at the direction of the camera again, excitement rushing through you at the thought of getting caught. You sped up, pumping his cock as he fucked your pussy harder.

"Shh, quiet down love." he said when you started moaning silently.

"Sorry." you whispered and leaned in to kiss his neck. Felix immediately threw his head back, a quiet grunt escaping his lips as you attacked his skin with bites and kisses, flicking your wrist.

"I- I- can't." Felix groaned quietly. "Y/n." his fingers stilled inside you as he came, spilling his hot cum on your thigh, hand and the sheets. You helped him ride his high, kissing his lips and whispering quiet praises against them.

"Bring your legs up." he said, pressing your legs together, sliding his arm under your knees and lifting them towards him.

"Wh-what..."

"Shh. Trust me, sweetheart." he said as he leaned over you a little, his fingers sliding on your wet slit. He slowly pushed them back in, the position of your legs lifted up and pressed together like you were in a fetal position added to the pressure between your legs, his fingertips pressing right into your sweet spot.

"F-Felix!" you whimpered and he pressed his free hand against your lips, shushing you as he started fucking his fingers in and out of you.

You feared that this was definitely visible on the camera, the movement of his hand was too frantic under the sheets. Your muffled whines made Felix lean in and leave sweet kisses on your face.

"Shh, it's okay, just relax and let go, sweetheart." he cooed at you, his tongue licking at your ear.

Your eyes fluttered closed as he removed his hand from your face and pressed his lips on yours, his fingers ramming into your sweet spot repeatedly.

"Lix." you whined against his lips as he licked at them.

"Cum for me love." he encouraged and your pussy clenched around his fingers, your heart beating out of your chest as you let go, spilling your release on his fingers, some of it ending up on the mattress below you.

"Shit." he cursed quietly, caressing your wet pussy.

You clutched onto him, kissing him again like you needed it to breathe.

"You okay?" he asked, his hand searching around for his boxers.

"Y-yeah." you answered. "You?"

"More than okay." he smiled as he grabbed the boxers and cleaned both of you up as much as he could. "Um. We can't really change the sheets now, it would look suspicious." he added, throwing both of your underwear sneakily on the floor next to his side, where the camera wouldn't see.

"We can sleep on your side?"

Felix smiled and pulled you over, making you giggle quietly as the two of you settled against each other. He buried his face in your neck, his hand gently caressing your figure as you played with his hair, running your fingers through his soft locks.

The man in the chair smirked. Bingo.

When your eyes fluttered open the next morning, you were greeted with the cutest sight. Felix was still sleeping, his face smushed against the pillow as he drooled a little. Overwhelmed with your growing feelings for him, you leaned in and bit at his cheek.

Felix groaned quietly and you giggled, kissing where you had bitten him before you went lower, biting his neck and then his shoulder.

"Y/n." his deep voice made you shiver and you giggled against his soft skin again before sinking your teeth into his arm. His eyes fluttered open as he smacked his lips and looked at you.

"Interesting way to wake me up, not gonna lie." he smirked a little before grabbing you and making you squeal as he suddenly flipped the two of you, him being on top.

"Felix!" you chuckled when his fingers ghosted on your sides, tickling you slightly.

"Yes, sweetheart?" he smirked, burying his face in your neck and teasing you with little licks and kisses.

"D-don't. It's daytime, the camera-"

"I'm just gonna bite you a little. Return the favor." he blew on your neck before biting into your skin and sucking. You had to bite on your lip to stop yourself from moaning. Isn't this prohibited too?

"F-Felix, you have to stop." you whined.

"You're lucky the cameras are here. Otherwise, nothing would be able to save you from me." he wiggled his eyebrows and you chuckled, playfully pushing him away.

The morning started beautifully and you completely forgot about the rules whenever Felix smiled at you. You were both walking on cloud 9 and you couldn't wait to get out of this place so you can go anywhere with him by your side.

"Do you think they saw us last night?" Felix asked while the two of you munched on your food.

"I hope not." you said, your cheeks becoming red as you looked away from him.

"Getting shy on me, sweetheart?" Felix smirked, fingers brushing against your cheek.

"A little." you confessed, biting on your lip as your heart sped up.

"Don't be." he smiled wide as he leaned in, pecking your face with kisses. You started chuckling before you grabbed his face and kissed his lips.

"There. Better?" you asked and he nodded.

"Much better." Felix said and stood up to put his plate away. You took another sip of your coffee before a loud crash made you jump.

You turned around instantly to see the plate broken into pieces and Felix grabbing at his stomach.

"F-Felix?" you stood up abruptly, your chair flying on the floor.

Felix struggled to open his mouth and speak, he struggled to breathe as he clutched at both his stomach and chest.

"Oh my god! Felix!" you cried, grabbing at him as his face got red and his eyes watered.

"W-what is happening?!" you panicked, not having any kind of phone or knowing what to do in that moment. You turned to the camera in the corner.

"Help us, you fucking assholes!" you yelled at the camera as Felix shook and heaved in your arms.

A moment passed and his breathing started getting more normal, his face becoming paler in contrast to the redness that appeared before. His eyes were glassy, hands shaking as he slumped against you, falling to his knees. You quickly wrapped your arms around him as he gripped at you, seeking comfort from you. Heat radiated from his body and you touched his forehead, realizing he was burning up with a fever.

"Oh, Felix. Can you hear me?" you held his face in your hands as he looked through you.

His lips opened and closed a few times and he blinked before focusing on your eyes.

"I-it hurts." he rasped, his fingers desperately digging into your arms.

"What hurts, baby?" your body filled up with fear and anger. They did this.

"Everything." Felix sniffled and you helped him get up as he leaned on you.

"Let's get you to the couch." you led him to the living room before making him sit down. He looked horrible, a 180 from just a few moments ago when everything was normal. He was sweating profusely, his skin pale, his breathing heavy.

The doorbell suddenly rang, making you jolt.

"I'll be right back." you said, covering Felix up with a blanket as he was shivering even though he was burning up.

You had no idea who to expect at the door, maybe a paramedic, maybe a savior, maybe an explanation.

But you didn't expect Gina.

"G-Gina?" you eyes widened.

"Here." she shoved a box in your arms.

"W-what is this?" you asked.

"Medicine. They said... I had to deliver it to you. He'll be okay like Ethan. Just be careful. Be careful. They watch, you know? They know everything. They know." she looked a little panicked before she turned around, murmuring to herself and repeating how they watch and they know.

You opened up the box and sure enough there were different vitamins, medicine and bags of tea inside it.

You turned to look at the camera with a scowl on your face before you rushed off to Felix.

"Y/n." Felix whimpered, his bottom lip trembling as he looked up at you with teary eyes.

"It's okay, baby. You'll be okay." you tried to calm him down even though you were panicking too. You quickly fluffed up the pillows and helped him lie down.

"Are you comfy?" you asked.

"C-cold." he shivered, clutching onto the blanket.

"I'll bring another blanket for you." you said.

"Don't leave me!" Felix looked panicked as he gripped at your wrist.

"I won't, I'll be right back, I promise." you leaned down to kiss his burning forehead. He made a little noise but still let you go, albeit reluctantly. After finding another blanket, you tucked him in, taking it upon you to make him some tea, give him medicine and try to get his fever down however you could. You say next to his legs and placed a wet cloth on his forehead making him whine as he threw his arm around your thighs.

It was weird. The way he suddenly developed a high fever was unnatural. He wasn't sneezing or coughing, just shaking and sweating. You racked your brain, spinning different scenarios in your head and ways of how they could make him sick.

Then it clicked. The food.

But, how did you not get sick, just Felix? You couldn't understand how it was possible for these faceless and nameless individuals to play god with your health and safety. And what the hell did that have to do with you being a good match?

You wondered if the two of you could leave before you get to 100. You've never heard of such cases but surely there was a way? Maybe you could run away? Who could stop you, right? You have free will and you can leave whenever you want, you're not a prisoner.

"Y/n." Felix said weakly, his eyes fluttering open.

"Lixie. How do you feel? Any better?" you asked and he nodded.

"A bit." he said.

"I'll make you some soup." you said, knowing you have no other choice than to trust that not all your groceries were laced with some kind of virus.

"Okay." he said and you caressed his face shortly before standing up.

"Call me if you need anything. I won't be long." you said and he nodded again.

As the soup boiled, so did your anger. First they try to drown you then they make Felix sick? What's next on the menu? You looked up at the camera for the nth time.

"Hurt him again and I'll find you." you said quietly but the man behind the screen heard you, typing away on his laptop. He felt a bit bad for you but there was nothing he could do, he was just tasked to watch and report the progress.

"Can you sit up?" you asked Felix after you brought the warm soup to the living room.

"Ugh. Help me." Felix whimpered and you wrapped your arms around him as he held onto you, pulling him into a sitting position.

"I feel weakness in my arms and legs." he muttered.

"You'll be back on your feet in no time." you tried to soothe him as you sat next to him. "If they don't lace more of our food with a virus."

"How are you so sure?" Felix gulped.

"Because I'm taking care of you. And if they try something again I will burn this fucking village down." you made sure the camera picked up what you said and Felix let out a pained chuckle, grabbing at his side.

"Feeling protective over me?" he asked and your cheeks reddened instantly.

"I- I mean... Yes." you nodded and he smiled.

"If I wasn't in so much pain, I'd be really turned on right now." he said and you giggled, rolling your eyes playfully.

"Shut up and eat your soup."

"Feed me?" he pouted.

"Sure." you chuckled, shaking your head a little as he acted cute. Well cuter than usually.

"Will you cuddle me?" he asked after you managed to feed him the soup without making too much of a mess and you nodded, scooting closer to him and covering yourself up with the blanket too.

"Come here." you whispered and Felix leaned in, pressing his forehead into your neck. He was still warm but less than before and you hoped that the worst had passed.

"I don't think it was the food." he whispered suddenly, making goosebumps rise on your skin. The tv was loud enough to not let the camera hear what you were whispering about and after glancing at it you glanced down at Felix's sleepy face pressed against your chest.

"What do you mean?" you whispered into his hair.

"Look at my arm. Very carefully." he whispered back and you pretended to caress him until you uncovered his sleeve, acting nonchalant for the camera. Your brows furrowed as you stared.

"Is that a needle mark?" you asked.

"I think so." he looked up at you and you covered him up and held him tighter against you.

"You think they snuck in while we were sleeping and put some kind of virus into your body?" you asked and he nodded against you.

"That's sick. That's really sick. I- I think we should leave."

"We can't, not until we get to a 100." Felix said, rubbing his cheek against you and squeezing you tighter.

"B-but what if they do something worse?"

"It'll be okay." he muttered as he drifted off.

You sighed, running your hand through his hair soothingly as you stared at the tv absentmindedly, a random movie from the dvd collection playing on it.

You looked at him occasionally, admiring his cute sleeping face. Did you really have to wait until 100 to start your life with Felix?

Over the course of the next two days, you had been by Felix's side the entire time. The medicine worked perfectly and pretty soon Felix was back to his old self, healthy and full of energy.

"Y/n. Love." he held you tightly. "Thank you for taking care of me." he stared at you with sparkly eyes before he kissed you like his life depended on it, stealing your breath away.

"Of course." you smiled as you parted.

The loud sound of the device startled you both. Felix neared it, picking it up and looking at the screen.

"95." he scoffed.

"For what? Almost killing you." you said. "This is some sick game to you, isn't it?" you turned to the camera then, furious.

"Sweetheart, don't. We're almost done." Felix pulled you into him. "I have a plan." he whispered into your hair and you nodded.

You were going to escape the village.

~

That night, you got ready for bed as usual, your hands reaching to open the covers so you could get in. Before you could even touch the blanket, you were grabbed as Felix wrapped his arms around you and lifted you up, almost making you scream.

"Come with me." he pulled you into his bathroom.

"Felix we can't-"

"We're leaving anyways." he said, closing the door before pinning you against it. His hands held your wrists gently but firmly as he pressed his body against yours, nudging your legs apart with his knee.

"Felix." you let out a little gasp when his thigh pressed against your warmth.

He couldn't wait anymore, one hand still pinning your wrists and the other gently holding your chin as he crashed his lips into yours. Both of you whimpered quietly into each other's mouth as your tongues collided. Your mind became fuzzy instantly and Felix was becoming impatient, his hand wrapping around your neck and squeezing ever so slightly as his other hand slid down towards your chest.

"It's hard to keep my cool around you. I just want you so much." Felix talked lowly, both of his hands grabbing your breasts and massaging them. You whimpered, grinding against his thigh on instict.

"I want you too, Lixie. I can't wait anymore."

"Yeah? You want me to take you right here, against the door?" he smirked and you gasped as he leaned back with a smirk, pushing your panties aside and touching your clit.

"Y-yes." you whispered and he chuckled, hands on your waist as he swiftly turned you around to face the door. Your palms slapped against it and you dug your nails in as he slid fingers over your wet pussy.

"I think she's ready to take me." he leaned over you, lips brushing your ear as he pulled his boxers down. You swallowed when you felt the tip of his cock pressing against you. Warmness washed over you and you clenched in anticipation.

"Tell me if it's okay. Or do you want me to prep you?" he asked, his hand sliding down your back.

"J-just fuck me, Felix." you begged and he chuckled darkly.

"My baby has a dirty mouth, hm?" he slid his tip between your folds, back and forth, slowly, teasing you and torturing you.

"Please." you whimpered again and his own desperation got the best of him, he couldn't tease you and himself anymore so he slowly pushed in.

You moaned while he filled you up, your eyes fluttering shut as your knees buckled.

"Fuck. So tight." he groaned, bottoming out.

"L-Lix." you whimpered and he gripped your hips, moving slowly at first, letting you adjust.

You pushed back into him, meeting his thrusts as you let out moans of pleasure, your voice getting more high pitched every time his tip pressed into your sweet spot.

"You take me so well, baby. You really were made just for me." Felix moaned, fucking harder into you, his hips smacking against you.

You were a mess, not even able to answer as he got you drunk on his cock instantly.

"Fuck." Felix groaned as he looked at your ass, his hand coming down on your flesh, spanking you and making you whine out loud.

"You like that, sweetheart?" he smirked behind you and spanked you again.

"Y-yes!" you moaned and he sped up, his hips unforgiving as he shook your body, his hands gropping and slapping. He felt you clenching around him, his arms wrapping around you, hands on your breasts as he pulled on your nipples and played with them.

"Are you gonna cum for me, baby? Make a mess on my cock?" Felix fucked into you harder.

"Yes, ah!" you whimpered, your legs shaking as you spasmed and came all over his length.

"Good girl. You make me so proud." he groaned, chasing his high.

"Y-you have to pull out, I didn't take the pill... Since I got here." you moaned, feeling overstimulated.

"S-shit!" Felix whimpered, pulling out of your pussy and giving himself a few tugs, exploding behind you, his cum landing on your ass and back.

"So pretty." he gripped at your ass. "Mine."

"Yours." you whined back when he spanked you again.

He let out a low chuckle and wrapped his arms around you, turning you so you were facing him.

"That was absolutely not how I imagined our first time." Felix said, pecking your lips.

"How did you imagine it?" you held onto him with a smile on your face.

"Dinner, flowers, you know the whole thing. You put on some pretty lingerie for me and then we make love the entire night." he pressed his forehead against yours.

"Aren't you romantic?" you giggled, kissing him gently.

"I am. A lot." he grinned, pulling you into a hug.

"We can do all that when we get out of here. Which is what we should be doing right now."

"Yeah. You got your bag ready?" he asked and you nodded.

"Let's clean up then."

~

The streets were dark and empty, the only light that was coming from the lamp posts was dim and barely illuminated your path. It must've been around 3am. Dead silence filled up the space, every house was dark and quiet. No one was awake. The two of you stalked towards the gate, knowing the cameras are watching you.

There was no blind spots, they thought of everything. You didn't give a damn anymore. They can come and stop you themselves instead of playing these sick games.

Of course, the gate was locked.

"Felix?" you swallowed and his head snapped towards you. "That wasn't there when we got here, right?" you pointed and he gasped.

Electric fence.

Everywhere you turned to look, there it was.

"What the hell?" Felix frowned. "Are they crazy?"

"Obviously they are." you stated. "What should we do now?"

"How about the forest? Could be connected to like a main road? There's no way they put this electric fence all around." Felix looked frustrated.

"We could try." you nodded, your hand reaching out for his. With fingers entwined you hurried the other way.

Suddenly, a loud alarm pierced through the calm night air, making you both scream out as you grabbed at your ears, the sound pounding inside your head, making you want to pull your hair out.

Your vision became blurry and you tried to stay close to Felix as the sound became even louder and in the corner of your eye, you saw shadows moving.

Everything went black.

~

You woke up in your room, drenched in sweat. It was still dark out and you looked around, noticing Felix was still sleeping and the device on his night stand was blinking.

"Lix." you shook him gently.

"Hm."

"Lix." you repeated, leaning over him to look at the little screen.

"98?" you frowned. "Why?"

"What?" Felix sat up slowly. "What is it?"

"We're up to 98. Because we tried to escape?"

"I- I don't know. Ugh, I feel weird." Felix said and as soon as those words left his lips, you felt lightheaded yourself.

"I can't feel my legs." he gasped.

"What's happening to us? What did they do?" your eyes watered as you felt the same paralyzing feeling.

"T-they drugged us." Felix tried to grab at you but his arms weren't listening to him no matter how much he willed them to move.

"Felix." you whimpered, feeling some kind of tiredness washing over you. "I love you."

"I love you." he whispered back before everything went black again, neither of you noticing the device was now blinking with 99.

The light was barely coming in through the branches, the sun not being completely up yet. The air was damp and smelled of the earth, rain and trees. You took in a deep breath, wiggling your fingers against the ground, feeling the texture of moss under your fingertips.

You felt as if you were floating even though you were very clearly touching the ground. Your eyes slowly fluttered open and you gasped. Everything seemed distorted, like you couldn't focus your eyes on what's in front of you. Weird sounds filled up your ears, ones you couldn't recognize or understand. One moment they seemed like distant shouts and the other it was as if someone was talking gibberish right into your ear.

You lifted your shaky hands towards your face as you felt hot tears sliding down your cheek and into your hair splayed on the earth. Your hands. You were looking at them but it was as if they were separated from your body, like you weren't in control of them. You stared for however long, not being able to conceptualize if it was 10 seconds or an hour.

When you finally sat up, your head started spinning and you saw shadows moving in the corner of your eye, hiding behind the trees and melting into the ground. You blinked a couple of times but your sight remained blurry even when you got up. Your legs buckled for a second and you almost fell, grabbing at a tree next to you.

Find him. Find him.

Something whispered and you felt a buzzing sensation spreading all over your body. You grabbed at your ears as the whispers kept getting louder until-

FIND HIM!

A yell, a dark screeching voice echoed inside your brain.

Felix. You have to find him.

You had no idea how you even ended up in the forest and what was wrong with you while you were walking, your limbs felt like they were disconnected, your head pounded with a headache and your forehead was covered in a thin sheen of sweat.

You heard a smacking sound on your right, like something hit the wet ground and you turned to look but couldn't see anything there.

"Felix?!" your voice came out weak, your throat burning. "Felix!" you whimpered, more tears spilling out your eyes.

The whispers and the smacking sounds became louder, closer, more of them surrounding you. You started freaking out, panic building up within you. The sound of cracking caught your attention and you screamed out when the trees started growing in towards you, their branches becoming longer and reaching out to grab you. You kept screaming as you squatted down, covering your head up and crying.

"Please, stop!" you cried. It was silent. You lifted your head up slowly and the trees were exactly how they were before. No menacing branches hovering over you, reaching to take you.

You quickly stood up, your sight a little less blurry as adrenaline from the fear kicked in. Your legs reacted faster than you could anticipate as you started running, small twigs snapping under the weight of your feet.

The smacking sounds were back and now you could see what they were. All around you, koi fishes wiggled and smacked against the floor, trying to breathe in the dry air. You gasped, wondering how the hell was this happening.

You must be tripping.

The rational part of your mind reminded you that whoever was behind Cupid Corp. didn't hesitate to use all sorts of methods to execute their 'tests'.

They probably drugged you and everything you were seeing right now was a hallucination.

With that realization in mind, you carried on through the forest as it got thicker, ignoring all the voices around you and the fishes seemingly falling from the sky.

Things lurked in the bushes and behind trees, shivers running up your spine as it got darker. You thought you heard Felix calling for you among all those distorted voices.

"Felix?!"

"Y/n!" you heard a distant sound.

"Felix? Where are you?" you hurried up, almost slipping on the moss.

"I'm here!" the voice was clearer now, to your left and you ran and ran until you were stopped in your tracks. A huge koi wish wriggled on the ground where Felix should've been.

"Felix?" you were perplexed as you stared at the sight before you.

"Get me out of here."

Is he... inside the fish?

You noticed a knife on the floor next to it. You blinked and the next thing you knew you were standing in front of the fish with the knife in your hand. You stabbed into the flesh, blood oozing out as you started cutting up the fish like a maniac, guts spilling from the inside until Felix emerged, covered up in all of the fish goo, the stench of it making you nauseous.

"What the fuck?" you swallowed and then everything disappeared, pulling you into the darkness again.

~

The loud piercing sound of the device you prayed to every single day shook your entire body. You jolted up, realizing you were in bed and Felix was waking up next to you.

No fishes, no guts, no forest, no whispers.

100%! Congratulations and have a safe departure from our Village of Love!

"Village of love? More like village of horror." you said as Felix leaned in to look at the screen. A loud sound scared you again, a masked voice following after it.

"Thank you for participating in our program. You've proved your love to each other, built up devotion and trust in just a month. You are now the perfect match. We apologize for any discomfort you felt here and offer you The Juice of Oblivion so you may forget about the... less fun experiences you had here. You can choose not to drink the juice, but remember after you leave through the gate, you're obligated by law to not talk about our tests here. Enjoy the rest of your life together!"

You glanced at the night stand, seeing the suspicious blue liquid inside a bottle.

Felix suddenly started laughing next to you and you looked at him. Laughter bubbled up from your throat too and the two of you cackled for a good minute, until you were heaving for breath and wiping tears away.

"This was fucking insane." he said.

"Were you really stuck inside a fish?" you asked and Felix looked at you like you were insane.

"Was I what?"

"I had to gut a koi fish to get you out, in the forest." you explained and he shook his head.

"You were tripping. We both were, I figured that the moment I stepped foot on the pool. Like on the water. And you were under it, trying to get out but it was as if there was some kind of barrier keeping me from you. I had to find a spot to pull you out. The amount of anguish it gave me..." Felix licked at his dry lips and you reached out to grab his hand.

"Do you wanna drink the juice?" you asked.

"I just wanna get the hell out of here." he said and you agreed.

You were pretty sure this was illegal, all of the stuff happening here; them not disclosing the use of psychedelic stimulants or whatever the drugs were in the contract was also illegal.

But at the same time, if you never participated, maybe you would've never met Felix.

"What are you thinking about?" he asked as you approached the gate with a few other couples, including Gina and Ethan.

"How I'm glad I met you. But I'm gonna need therapy." you said and Felix laughed.

"We'll go together. This is just the first day of the rest of our life." he smiled, kissing your forehead and squeezing your hand.

The man in the chair watched all the couples leave. His lips turned upwards into a smirk as he saw new cars approaching the village.

He wondered what kind of sick tests they had in store for the new inhabitants of the Village of Love?

When you lost your job, the first place you had to cut costs was rent. Which fucking sucked, because you hardly know anyone in the city as it is, and the people you did know didn’t need a roommate.

Enter Changbin. He’s a friend of a friend, clean enough, and is always out of the house. Busy guy, your friend Jisung tells you.

“You want me to live with a guy?” you ask your friend over the phone.

“He’s like a walking green flag, calm down. Nice guy, really. He won’t bother you and he’s loaded so he’ll give you a deal,” Jisung explains over the phone. “And those muscles aren’t half bad to stare at.”

“Are you trying to set me up with your friend?” 

“No! I mean, listen, you could use a good lay, but my intentions are pure, I swear!”

You’ve been single for far too long, and Jisung knows that. But the last thing you need is to hook up with the guy who’s supposed to be your new roommate. Whom you don’t even know, by the way.

“I can’t just sleep on yours and Minho’s couch until I find another place?” you ask, hoping to get out of it.

“Absolutely not,” he says sternly. “Changbin is a nice guy, and plus, you wouldn’t want to live here. Minho doesn’t wear pants, like, ever.”

Fine. You’ll take his word for it.

You show up the next day to look at the room. Changbin opens the door and greets you with a smile. Fuck, he’s pretty.

“Uh, hello! You must be Changbin,” you greet him. “It’s nice to meet you, Jisung has told me a lot about you!”

“It’s nice to meet you, too. I’m sorry to hear about your job,” he says. “I’m happy to help if I can.” He steps aside to let you into the apartment.

Jesus Christ, his place is massive. The ceilings have to be at least 15 feet tall, and the massive windows in the living room span the entire wall. It has the most incredible view of the Han River, and you’re almost positive the kitchen counters are 100% marble. And it’s certainly out of your price range.

“The spare room is this way,” he says, motioning down the hallway past the kitchen. He leads you through the apartment, and you catch a glimpse of an office space with a desk covered in music production gear.

The bedroom is huge in comparison to what you’re used to. There’s so much natural light, your houseplants would be in heaven. You could probably fit the entirety of your belongings in this room alone. There’s even a walk-in closet, which you have never, ever had before. It’s great, perfect even, and you’d move in immediately if you could afford it.

“Do you like it?” Changbin asks from the doorway as you’re walking around the room.

You let out a big sigh. “It’s perfect, truly, but it’s definitely out of my price range.” What a shame. A beautiful apartment and a hot roommate? It hurts to walk away from.

“No price,” he says, shaking his head. “You’re in a tight spot, I get it. Don’t even worry about it for the first few months, then you can just pay what you’re comfortable with.”

You stare at him, completely dumbfounded. “I can’t ask you to do that,” you say, shaking your head back at him.

“I’m happy to help. Any friend of Jisung’s is a friend of mine. I mean it, no backpaying needed, let’s just get you on your feet.”

You could kiss him right now, and you just met him. It’s the kindest offer you could ever have dreamed of, especially coming from a complete stranger. You’d normally be wary of something like this, it’s almost too good to be true. But Jisung’s known him for years, and you trust him more than anyone else in the world.

“That’s extremely generous of you, thank you,” you say. “Really, you’re saving me from a much worse fate.”

“It’s no problem, really. I can help you move your stuff, too.”

You almost want to cry tears of joy. Changbin walks you to the door and you say thank you, again, and plan to move in later this week.

The cab hasn’t even pulled away from the building when you call Jisung again.

“I hate you,” you tell him when he picks up the phone.

“What did I do?” he whines.

“You didn’t tell me your friend was hot.”

“I said he had nice muscles!”

You groan into the speaker. You love your friend, but now you’re sure he’s trying to set you up.

“He is, quite literally, exactly my type, Jisung.”

“I’m struggling to find the issue.”

You groan again. “I’m not supposed to want to fuck my roommate,” you say, lowering your voice.

He howls out a laugh. “So you’re taking it, right? His offer?”

“He’s not charging me anything.”

“Yeah, I know. I told you he’s rich.”

It’s still an insane thing to offer a complete stranger. But right now, you’ll take your luck wherever you can get it. Even if that means moving in with a roommate who looks like he’ll get you into a whole lot of trouble.

You moved in two days later, and it was the least stressful move-in day you’ve ever had. Jisung had helped you pack the day before, although he mostly just stood around handing you things to wrap and commenting on your weird trinkets. Changbin had called a truck for you, and also called over Jisung and their friend Chan to help unload it. You didn’t lift a damn finger, but you did buy them a pack of beers to share for the trouble. 

“You really don’t have a lot of stuff,” Changbin comments when all of your boxes and furniture are in your room. Most of the furniture in your old apartment was your roommate’s, but it feels weird all laid out in front of you like this.

“Yeah…I don’t even have a bed frame…” You pout, as the two of you stand in the doorway. You survey what you do have, and it’s not much. An old wood dresser you got from a thrift store, your full-size mattress, and a single nightstand you had in college.

You let out a big sigh. You don’t have much unpacking to do, but you’re a bit drained from the stress, and you’d like to at least lie down for a bit.

“Don’t worry about dinner,” Changbin says as he heads out into the hallway. “I can whip something up for us. I’ll leave you to unpack your things.”

He’s been so kind, and it almost distracts you from the fact that you’re living with a stranger. And that you lost your job. That part still sucks. But you can’t lie, he is really nice to look at. There’s nothing wrong with looking.

Forty-five minutes later, Changbin lets you know that dinner is ready. You’ve been able to smell it the entire time packing, and it smells divine. The spread is pork belly, rice, kimchi, and several other side dishes you’re not used to seeing outside of a restaurant. You’re used to living off of ramen, which makes this a five-star meal. 

“Thank you so much, you didn’t have to do all of this,” you say, taking your seat at the island counter.

He lets out a huff of air through his nose. “Uh, this is just how I eat normally.”

“Oh, right…well, still, thank you.” You almost forgot. He’s rich. And apparently, eats like a king daily. 

“You’re welcome.” He sends you a soft smile and joins you at the island counter.

The two of you get to chatting, and you learn a lot about him. He works with Jisung and Chan at his producing studio and is a personal trainer at the gym on the side. He lives alone because, well, he wants to.

You’re unemployed, but he already knows that.

“Sorry for ruining your peaceful atmosphere,” you joke, but there’s a part of you that feels like maybe he said yes because Jisung owed him something.

“No, no, no, it’s okay, really. It’s nice having someone around. It was getting lonely around here. I almost got a dog. And I’m allergic.” 

The evening dissolves into laughter, and you get the feeling that this won’t be as strange as you thought.

It takes several days, but you finally get your stuff out of boxes and organize it the way you like it. Your bedspread is hastily thrown over the floor mattress and your clothes don’t even fill half of the giant closet. You feel out of place, but you shake the feeling and try to be grateful. 

Overall, living with Changbin is really great. You’re home quite a bit, only really leaving the house to pick up food or going to a job interview. He’s pretty busy, like Jisung told you, but he’s home most evenings.

You’re usually watching some tv show, and he takes a second out of his day to sit down and chat with you. It’s nice to have company, your old roommate wasn’t much of a talker. But with Changbin, it’s easy, and nothing feels forced.

“I can’t believe they’re back together again,” he comments as you’re watching a tv show. He mentioned he was never one for dramas like this, but he’d hover behind the couch when you’d watch it out in the living room, making jokes at the stupid situations the characters got themselves into. It took only a week for him to ask you to restart it from the beginning so he could watch the whole thing. You started looking forward to the evenings after that, waiting for him to get back from the gym for your nightly watch party.

The first moment you realize you maybe, possibly, might have a crush on your roommate is during one evening in the kitchen. You can smell something cooking from your room, and it smells delicious, you can’t help but peek around the corner to see what it is. 

Changbin’s at the stovetop cooking, still in his gym outfit, muscles peeking through the fabric. You try not to drool at the sight, quietly walking over to him to see what he’s making. He jumps a bit as he sees you.

“Sorry!” you say apologetically. “Didn’t mean to scare you.”

“Don’t worry about it,” he says, dipping his spoon into the soup he was making. “Can you try this for me? I feel like it needs more salt.”

He takes a couple of steps closer to you, holding his hand under the spoon to catch the drip. You don’t even have a chance to decline before he’s bringing the spoon closer to your face, urging you to take a sip. He blows on it a couple of times to cool it before bringing it to your lips. He’s standing so close, you feel your stomach tie into a knot. You take a sip slowly and carefully, taking note of the flavors. 

“No, I think it’s perfect,” you say, licking your lips. You’re probably not just talking about the soup, but he smiles and thanks you for being his taste tester.

You push any and all thoughts of what those lips might feel like against yours to the side. Roommate, you remind yourself.

The second time is when you bump into him in the hallway, he just showered and has a towel wrapped low around his waist.

“Oh, god! I’m so sorry!” Your eyes naturally drift across his torso, still wet from the shower, before realizing you should definitely not be staring. You shield your eyes and move around him. 

“Sorry! Not used to living with other people.” He scurries into his room and shuts the door. You let out the breath you’ve been holding, and quickly go back to your bedroom. 

You tell yourself it’s just the proximity, that anyone would be feeling this way if they had an attractive roommate parading around half naked. He’s your roommate, you remind yourself. He’s been so kind to you, and he doesn’t deserve the less than respectful stares you’ve been giving him. It’s a temporary situation after all, and it’ll continue to be a good one so long as you don’t cross any lines.

The third time was when it really hit you. You came home from another awful job interview to the sound of tools clanking and something pounding against the floor. Changbin’s room was off to the left of the living room, but the sound was coming from the right. Where your room is.

You set your bag down on the floor and quietly kick off your shoes before rounding the corner. Your bedroom door was propped open, light on, and the banging sounds were coming from in there. 

You’re not sure what you expected to find. Maybe Changbin would be patching some drywall you chipped off by accident. Or maybe the screws on your ceiling fan loosened, and he was tightening them for you.

Changbin’s sitting in the middle of a bunch of pieces of wood, holding a screwdriver in his mouth and fumbling with paper. He didn’t even hear you walk into the house. 

“Uh…hi?” you say to him, standing in the doorway. 

“Oh, hi,” he says, taking the screwdriver from between his teeth and laying the paper to the side.

“Whatcha doin'?”

“Building a bed frame.”

“I see that…why?”

“You didn’t have one.”

“Okay…”

“So I’m building you one.”

“Why?” you question him, one eyebrow raised.

“You’re sleeping on a mattress on the floor,” he says, like the answer is obvious.

“I know, but I could’ve done this myself.”

“I wanted to do something nice for you.”

You feel guilty immediately. You don’t want to be seen as some charity case that someone has to take in and look after, like a burden. “Thank you…I can pay you back for this—”

“Don’t,” he cuts you off. “Think of it as a housewarming gift.” He smiles at you as he turns back to the instructions.

“It’s your apartment…” 

“Please just let me do something nice for you.”

“You’re already being nice by letting me stay here!” 

He stands up as you say that, walking towards you, still grinning. His hands come up to your shoulders, and he meets your eyes. “I want to do this.”

You gulp. He’s standing so close you can smell his body wash. His gaze is intense, but you can’t look away. You resort to a nod and a small “thank you”, and he turns to continue working on the bed frame.

“At least let me help you—” You cut yourself off this time when he gives you the biggest sigh, and looks at you like you already know what he’s going to say.  You have a crush on your roommate. Your handsome, incredibly fit, incredibly rich, generous, and kind roommate. What could go wrong?

Everything feels different after that.

You find yourself thinking of him all the time, wanting to make sure you’re already home when he gets home, spending as little time in your bedroom as possible just to hang out with him. You swear you feel him doing it, too. 

It starts innocently. First, he’s grazing the small of your back when he passes behind you in the kitchen. He bumps into you in the hall and grabs your waist to move past you. Your thighs touch his on the couch, and neither of you moves. Plausible deniability.

Until the air conditioning breaks in the middle of a heat wave. Because, of course it would. Now you’re forced to watch him walk around the apartment shirtless and dripping in sweat. Forced is a strong word. More like, your eyes are blessed every waking hour until this gets fixed. Which doesn’t seem to be any time soon, considering the whole city’s affected by rolling blackouts and HVAC issues.

You’re convinced he was put on this earth just to torture you. It’s impossible, really, to be that attractive and walk around like he doesn’t even know it. 

You’re hyper aware of every movement he makes. A drag through his damp hair, him leaning against the counter, muscles flexing. You make every earnest effort not to look, but you can’t help it.

“I’m no better than a man,” you groan, flopping on the bed.

“What’s wrong now?” Jisung asks on the other end of the phone. You had to tell someone, and he’s the one person you feel comfortable enough with who knows you both. 

“Changbin. Shirtless. Like all the time. The AC went out.”

“Again, I’m struggling to see the issue. Dude’s hot, I get it.”

“He’s. My. Roommate.” Emphasis on roommate.

“You’re both single, I don’t see anything wrong with it.” He has a point. “I’m sure if he was uncomfortable, he would’ve said something.”

“I want him to crush my head with his biceps.” The heat is irritating you, and you have no filter. Not that you ever do with Jisung. 

“Jesus Christ, you hornball,” Jisung laughs on the other line. “Maybe you just need to get it out of your system.”

“What?”

“Put a dick in it!” Minho’s voice rings through the speaker. Of course Jisung told him. You’re not even mad, but you’re caught off guard by the statement.

“What?”

“Minho’s right. There’s so much tension built up, you’re psyching yourself out. If you just…put a dick in it…it might go away!”

“I’m not sure about that.” At this point, you wonder if it’s even about how attractive Changbin is, or if you’re starting to genuinely like him. 

“C’mon, you could both use a fun one-night stand. And you wouldn’t even have to leave the apartment!”

“Jisung, he built me a fucking bed frame.”

“Oh.” Yeah, oh. “Ohhhh, I get it. You like him!” You groan at him, again.

“What do I do?” Your hand drags across the side of your face. Hearing Jisung say it out loud makes it real, and now you’re panicking. 

“Girl up! Go get your man!”

You don’t even know what he means by that, and you don’t know if you should even try. Jisung’s just being a good friend, supportive of all your delusions. All you know is that it’s fucking hot in here, but if you see Changbin shirtless one more time, you might accidentally pounce on him.

You peek down the hallway to check that the coast is clear before tiptoeing your way to the kitchen to grab a cold glass of water. You bring the glass up to your face, the condensation running down your forehead and cheek, offering a little relief from the heat. It’s not nearly enough to cool you down, though. You place the glass on the island behind you and open the fridge and freezer doors, and just stand there, eyes closed, taking in the cool air.

“Feeling okay?” You hear Changbin’s voice on the other side of the fridge. And you’re standing with your head inside the fridge looking like an idiot.

You whip the door closed and find him leaning just on the other side of it against the wall, still half-clothed, skin shiny from the heat.

“Oh! Yeah, I was just getting some water,” you sputter out. You’re focusing on his face, and the way sweat is dripping from his hairline, doing anything to desperately not let your eyes wander too far south. You’re trying really hard to be respectful.

It’s like he can hear your thoughts. After a few moments of silence, he lets out a breathy laugh, rubbing his hands through his damp hair. His biceps flex, and you force yourself to grab your glass of water and walk into the living room before you combust.

Your thighs stick to the leather cushions as you sit down. It’s fucking miserable in here, the air is choking you every chance it gets. And just when you thought it couldn’t get any harder to breathe, Changbin comes and sits down next to you. He looks at you, brows furrowed, concerned.

Without saying anything, he leans over and places the back of his hand on your forehead. The movement startles you, and the warmth of his hand hitting your damp forehead sends a buzz through your body.

“You’re overheating,” he says simply, before getting up and going to his room. You let out the breath you didn’t realize you were holding, staring down the hall in confusion. You can hear him rustling around in his room, and a few minutes later, he comes out with a giant fan in hand.

He walks over to the wall to plug it in and angles it towards where you’re sitting on the couch. “There,” he says proudly. “Sorry, I only have the one.”

“Thank you,” you manage to mumble. The air feels good as it hits your skin, even if it’s a bit warm. He keeps standing there for a second, just watching, making sure it’s working properly before walking back into the kitchen.

You sip your water, flipping through various apps on your phone, trying not to think about the heat or the half-naked man in the kitchen. He walks back a couple of seconds later, two popsicles in hand. He unwraps one and hands it to you, plopping back down on the couch.

You’re trying really, really hard to focus on whatever show Changbin decided to throw on. He leans forward in his seat, absentmindedly licking over the sweet treat, and you can’t help but stare. You catch yourself and tear your eyes away, hoping he didn’t notice.

He leans back to make a comment, his knee brushes against yours, and you feel like you’re going to combust. You don’t dare move, hoping he doesn’t notice your skin touching his. Your eyes keep drifting back to him, no matter how hard you try to stay focused. His shorts are tight against his thighs, and you can see the faint outline of his muscles through them. His stomach and chest are on display, thick and firm. His arms are always out, probably as thick as your entire head, and his lips—

“Do I have something on my face?” he asks, wiping his mouth with a napkin. Your eyes dart up to his, and he’s looking at you. He definitely just saw you staring. Fuck.

“N-no! No, you’re good.” Nice save. A smirk tugs at the corner of his mouth, but he doesn’t say anything about it. He finishes his popsicle and throws the stick on the coffee table with the remaining trash.

“You okay?” he asks, voice low and far too casual.

“Yeah, it’s just—hot.” You don’t know if you’re talking about the literal temperature of the room, him, or both.

“It’s melting.” He nods his head towards the abandoned popsicle in your hand. You haven’t even taken a single bite, just letting it melt down your wrist. God, you’re so down bad for him, it’s not even funny anymore.

You snap out of whatever trance you were in previously and look at your hand. “Shit.” You chuckle a bit, and your face grows even warmer from embarrassment.

“Let me help.” He smiles at you, inching even closer. He takes the popsicle from your hand and pulls your arm closer to him. Before you can even register what’s happening, he brings your wrist to his mouth and licks the cold juice off with a slow movement.

“It’s sweet,” he comments. What the fuck. Your eyes are locked with his as he cleans you up with his mouth, moving slowly over your palm, before taking two of your fingers in his mouth and sucking slowly. He’s watching your reaction intently. Your lips part, and your thighs press together on instinct as a heat begins to grow inside your body.

“Thank you…,” your voice trails off. You don’t know whether you should move closer or run back into your room screaming.

“This fans not really cutting it, huh?” He gestures to the hunk of metal in the corner. You shake your head with a laugh, because as hard as it’s trying, it’s doing jack shit to help with the actual temperature of the room.

“Lean forward.” He’s fully turned to face you now, one leg folded between the two of you. He gestures for you to move closer, and you do. “Close your eyes.” Your eyes snap shut, painfully aware of how you didn’t even bother to ask why. Your curiosity is getting the better of you. 

He takes the popsicle you didn’t really eat and brings it to your collarbone. The cold sensation against your warm skin makes you gasp, but you keep your eyes closed. He traces a line with the tip of the treat along your collarbone, and you can feel it dripping down your chest. A shiver runs through you, goosebumps raising along your whole body. 

“Better?” he whispers. You nod your head, unable to form the words, and he continues to drag the popsicle along your skin, bringing it lower to the swell of your breast. The cold trickle down your skin feels really good in this heat, but there’s a growing ache between your legs you can’t stop thinking about.

The empty stick lands on the coffee table, and your eyes snap open. You’re breathing heavier than is considered normal, and Changbin is inches from your face. His eyes are tracing down your neck, watching the liquid drip down under your tank top.

“Can I?” he asks, leaning closer. Again, you nod your head, watching as he leans in. His mouth meets your collarbone, his tongue flicking out to lap up the mess. You shudder under his touch, and your hands fly up to his shoulders. Everything is hot—his mouth, his skin, your body. 

You moan as he works his way between your breasts, throwing your head back. Your brain is foggy, only able to focus on him. 

“Is this okay?” he says softly against your skin. The cool air hits the spots he’s licked away, sending tingles through your body. You nod aggressively, squeezing his shoulders to ask for more.

He leans you back against the couch’s armrest, moving a pillow behind you, before he dips back down to lap at your neck. The mess has been mostly cleaned up, but you’re both too worked up to stop.

He’s sucking softly at your skin, and his hands trail under your tank top. You moan under his touch, pulling him closer to you. He props himself up above you, looking you in the eyes. He pauses a moment, as if asking for permission. You give him a slight nod, and he closes the gap, capturing your lips with his.

The kiss is slow, tentative, careful, as if he hadn’t just had his whole tongue on you moments before. Your hands tangle in his hair, and he moans into your mouth when you tug lightly.

It grows heated quickly. Your legs wrap around his body, encouraging him to put his weight on you. His hand moves further up, squeezing your breast. Every movement makes the heat in your belly grow, and you buck your hips up against him, chasing any kind of friction.

“Bin…please,” you whisper. “More...”

Your hands trail down his sides, guiding his hips down to meet yours. He grinds against you, and you feel him through his shorts, thick and hard. You can feel your insides burning, and you’re already wet for him. He swallows your moans and sits up to pull you onto his lap.

Your lips meet again, moving sloppier and faster than before. He pulls your bottom lip between his teeth, and you whimper at the feeling. His hands are everywhere—your chest, your ass, your thighs. He’s grabbing and kneading at your skin, sending a buzz through you. 

“You made it…so hard not to touch you,” he grunts between kisses. “Walking around…in those shorts…no bra.” The words give you a fluttering feeling. You had sensed the attraction wasn’t one-sided, but hearing him say it out loud brought feelings of relief and excitement.

“Says you,” you say, hands drifting down his chest. “I’ve been fighting for my life since I moved in.”

That earns a chuckle from him. He moves to lift your tank top off and licks away any remnants of popsicle juice that might still be left on your chest. He moves to suck on one of your nipples, holding the other in his hand. He sucks a little harder, and the slight sting has your eyes squeezing shut in pleasure. He gives your other breast the same treatment, and you grind down in his lap to relieve the tension between your legs.

“More?” he asks. 

You nod your head. “Yes—fuck, please, God yes.” 

He shuffles under you to slide down his shorts and boxers, revealing his thick cock to you. You almost choke on your own spit because, fuck, he’s girthy.

You slide off his lap to discard your shorts and underwear. You climb back in his lap, spit in your palm, and bring it to his length. You stroke him gently, watching him intently as his head falls back against the couch.

“Shit—that feels so good,” he moans. You lean forward to kiss his neck, gently sucking on the sensitive spot there. He moans louder, egging you in, and you move your hand faster. 

“You’re so big, Bin.” You nibble at his earlobe and whisper low. “If I’d have known, I would’ve pounced on you a lot sooner.”

“Don’t say that to me right now .” He’s smiling, but there’s a serious undertone in his voice. “Or I’m gonna come.”

And you’d love nothing more. But before you get the chance to increase your pace, he grabs your wrist tight and yanks it away. You don’t even get the chance to protest before he’s dragging his fingers through your folds.

“Oh, fuck!” you cry out as he slips two fingers inside of you. You fall onto his chest, squeezing his shoulders tight. Your head starts to spin as he increases his pace, and you can hear how wet you are. 

“You sound so pretty,” he whispers in your ear. “So warm and wet.” He’s still fucking into you at a relentless pace, and the heat in your body is reaching to its peak.

“Bin, fuck, I’m gonna—,” you cry, gripping him for dear life. Just then, he slows his pace down, leaving you whining at your denied orgasm.

“Not yet, sweetheart,” he says. “I want to feel you come around me, if you’ll let me.” You lean back to look at him, his eyes begging you for more. You nod your head quickly and bring him in for a kiss. He kisses you back gently, slowly easing his fingers out. You whine at the loss, but he’s soon moving you into a better position.

You prop yourself up on your knees, keeping your balance on his shoulders, as he lines himself up with your entrance.

“Ready?” he asks, gripping your waist. You reply with a quick “mhm” and take a deep breath.

You lower yourself down slowly as he guides you onto his cock, moaning in unison as the head enters you. The stretch stings a bit, but it feels so good.

“You’re taking me so well,” he says, letting out a deep breath and flashing you a smile. Inch by inch, you take him, feeling him nice and deep inside you. He gives you a moment to adjust to his size before he helps you rock back and forth.

“S-so big—,” you whine, your forehead falling against his. Your foreheads are still damp from the heat, skin still sticky from a mixture of sweat, popsicle, and spit. “Fuck, Bin—faster.”

Your legs are already shaking at his sides, and he takes over. His hands squeeze your hips hard as he thrusts up into you, fast and rough.

“So fuckin’ tight, baby,” he grunts. The sounds of him smacking against you fill the room. Your cunt is soaked, and you can feel the heat in your belly bubbling back up again.

“Close, close,” you warn him, and your head falls to his shoulder. 

He wraps one arm around you tightly and moves his hand to your clit. His fingers make quick but gentle circles around your nub, and you’re seeing stars.

“Oh—fuck! Changbin!” you cry out as the heat boils over, sending shockwaves through your body. Your entire body spasms around him, and you feel yourself leaking around him.

He fucks you through the aftershocks, careful to be gentle and not overstimulate you. But you want him to feel good, too. You need him to.

You brace yourself to take control and ride him in earnest. You’re slamming into his cock, sensitivity be damned. He’s moaning your name through it, holding onto you. You feel him twitch inside of you, and you know that he’s close.

“Come for me, Bin,” you moan in his ear. “Fill me up.”

He breaks seconds later, filling you up with his hot white liquid. You slow your pace until he finishes, and collapse against his chest. You’re both breathing heavily, sweaty bodies pressed together.

“You’re incredible,” he breathes out, rubbing your back. 

You sit up straight to kiss him again, cupping his face in your hands. “That was…so good…God, you’re so hot.” He smiles at your compliment, kissing you back.

“Let’s get cleaned up.”

He helps you off of him, and you try to keep everything from leaking out of you. He leads you into his bathroom and warms up the water. He cleans you up gently, even helping you wash your hair.

You both dry off and grab some clean pjs from your room before meeting back in the living room.

He plops down on the couch next to you, and his arm reaches around you to pull you close. It’s still hot as fuck in your apartment, but you wouldn’t dare move away. You can’t help but giggle at the situation that’s unfolded.

“What?” he asks, laughing with you even though he’s not sure why.

“Jisung said I needed to get laid,” you chuckle. “He’s going to have a field day when he finds out.”

“He’s one to talk,” Changbin laughs. “He’s been crushing on Minho for years and hasn’t done a thing about it.”

“I know, right? God, he’s so blind that poor boy’s in love with him.”

You spend a good amount of time just cuddling and talking on the couch. It feels really, really nice. You’re not exactly sure what any of it means, but you know you want it to keep going.

“Bin,” you whisper after the conversation comes to a lull.

“Hmm?” he hums.

“This is…nice. I know this living situation is only temporary—”

“Temporary?” he asks, looking at you with a confused expression. “I never said it was temporary.”

“Oh.” You look back at him with the same confusion written on your face. “I just thought you might want your space back.”

He adjusts himself so he’s looking directly at you, and holds both of your hands in his. “You moved into my space, my home, and into my heart. I never want you to leave.”

The confession makes your face grow hot again. You’re giddy and glad that this wasn’t a one-time thing. “Okay,” you manage to squeak out. “I won’t leave.” 

He leans forward to kiss you, and a warm, fuzzy feeling washes over you. Home. This feels like home.

“What now?” you ask, leaning back against the couch.

“Hmmm…” He thinks for a moment. “We could break in your new bed frame.” “Absolutely.”