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Pretty Little Thing
Yunho x she/her partner
A/N: hiiii this is so different from what iโm used to writing. I hope you enjoy it! Iโm a little nervous, this is pulled from a chapter of a full length fic Iโm working on! I donโt know if Iโll ever finish it to share the full thing. Or people would even like the premise soโฆ idk. Maybe one day ๐ฅน anyway thank you for taking the time to read my stuff. please check out my Masterlist
WARNINGS: 18+ MDNI, Daddy!dom!Yunho, sub!partner, uses She/Her pronouns, use of pet names (angel mostly), use of Daddy (not in a parental way), a little objectification if you squint, (โthingโ used), thereโs slight talk about body insecurities, mirror play, orgasm denial, rules, mentions of punishment(none in this),some chokingโฆ please let me know if i missed anything majorโฆ
Word count: 5,128
โWeโre going to do something special tonight.โ He hummed as she did her makeup. โIโve been saving this gift for this occasion.โ He passed her a bag, red and white tissue paper sticking out. โI want you to wear this for me, and stay in here until I say.โ
She nodded, โYes, of course Daddy.โ
โGood girl.โ he praised kissing the bridge of her nose before leaving the room and shutting the door.
She finished her makeup and tore open the gift bag. Inside pretty red lingerie with black details and lace. She beamed at how beautiful it was and rushed to put it on. At the bottom of the bag, a red velvet dress. She slipped into it easily, and admired the complete look in the full body mirror in the corner of their room. She quickly looked over herself, she hadnโt felt this beautiful in a while. Yunho really picked out a winner.
Then, she waited for a while. She couldnโt gauge how long. Until finally he came back into the room. She immediately made her way to him, her hands on his chest as he admired her.
โYou look beautiful, baby.โ He breathed, โMaybe weโll skip the surprise and just stay hereโฆโ
She giggled as his hands moved up her waist then down over her ass. โShow me, please.โ She pouts up at him. He chuckles, nodding. โOkay just give me a few minutes to change. First, Iโm going to blindfold you.โ
She swallows, a little anxious at the thought but she nods. He moves toward the dresser pulling out a red scarf. She stands still as he places it around her eyes and ties it tightly. โSit.โ He directed, and she did as he said on the edge of the bed. She waited anxiously as she heard him shuffling around changing. After a few minutes he made his way back to her. โIโm going to wait for you in the kitchen. Count to ten. Take off the blindfold and join me.โ
โOkay.โ She nodded, and then she started to count.
On ten she takes off the blind fold and moves toward the door and when she opens it the hallway is glowing in a warm light. Mini fake candles lined the hallway, flickering like they were real. She followed them down the hall to the small two person table she and Yunho shared most meals at. The table was lit with real candles, tall ones, two places set, Yunho standing there. He changed into a clean white button-up, some nice dress pants, his hands in his pockets. The sleeves of the white button-up rolled up. โI figured since we canโt go outโฆ I would bring the restaurant experience here.โ She beams, rushing over to him, wrapping her arms around him.
โItโs beautiful.โ She smirked, โThank you, Daddy.โ He leaned down to kiss her before guiding her over to her seat. Pulling it out like a real gentleman, letting her sit and scoot forward before taking his seat. Pouring her some wine before they ate together. The plate looked as good as it smelled. Everything was delicious. They talked for a bit and laughed. It was perfect.
โYou cooked, Iโll do the dishes.โ
โNot tonight. Not in that dress.โ He wrapped his hand around her wrist, and pulled her toward him. โWeโll wash in the morning. For now, I want you to freshen up. Go to the room and kneel for me, in front of the mirror in the corner of the roomโฆ Weโre going to have a little training session.โ He looked up at her, and she shifted.
โOhโฆ okayโฆโ She swallowed. โTraining?โ
โMhm.โ He nods, โItโll be easy. I promise.โ
โOkay.โ She nods.
โCโmere.โ He hums and she leans toward him, his lips kissing her cheek, and then her knuckles. โDo as I say.โ He whispers, and she nods, making her way toward the room.
She doesnโt know what he means by freshen up, so she checks her makeup. She fixed a little bit of smudged lipstick, washed her hands in the bathroom, reapplied perfume, and then made her way toward the mirror. She hesitated but got down on the floor, on her knees like he asked. She inhaled deeply, exhaling through her mouth as she glanced herself over. Then she waited.
She wondered if it was some kind of test. Maybe a test of patience. She was growing impatient, kneeling on the floor waiting for him. Her eyes had left the mirror and stayed away. She couldnโt stare at herself anymore, feeling uncomfortable with her own reflection. When she finally heard him making his way toward the door she straightened herself out watching the door through the mirror. When he walked in he smirked to himself, closing the door and making his way toward her. His hand comes down to gently brush over her hair, her eyes closing as she warmed into his touch.
โLook into the mirror.โ He hums softly, her head turning as the command leaves his lips. โGood girl.โ She looks at herself a bit longer, he just stands there with her. Watching. She shifted, growing uncomfortable, her eyes slowly starting to pan up to look at him. โNo,โ He breathes, โAt yourself.โ She nods, looking down but back at herself. โTell me something you like about yourself.โ
She almost laughs, but he looks too serious to be joking. She lets out a silent shaky breath, she knows heโs waiting. โMyโฆ my makeup.โ She takes an easy option. Something she is proud of.
โGood.โ He smirks, โWhat do you like about it?โ
She shrugs. He raises his eyebrows. โNot an acceptable answer. Try again.โ
โIt makes me feel prettyโฆโ She whispers, shifting again, taking a deep breath in before exhaling.
โPerfect answer.โ He hums, โMy pretty girl. I like it too. I like the way you take your time and perfect every step.โ Her body warms at his words, her heart skipping and her stomach starting to erupt with butterflies. โYou look beautiful without it, but you look beautiful with it on too.โ She canโt hide the smile on her lips as she looks down, โUh uh.โ He sighs, โKeep looking.โ She flashes her eyes back up, โNow pick out your favorite feature.โ
She bites the inside of her cheek. She hadnโt thought much about that. She spent a lot of time avoiding the mirror. Avoiding looking at herself for too long. Doing her makeup, that was different. For her that was like doing art. It wasnโt to focus on her face, on her features. This time the wave of heat that sweeps over her is something different. Embarrassment or maybe shame. โDonโt do that.โ He whispers, โDonโt overthink it. Donโt get in your head.โ He kneels down beside her, still towering, โClose your eyes, take a deep breathโฆโ
She does just that. Swallows, opens her eyes. โNow pick something.โ
โI likeโฆ my eyes.โ She breathes.
โPerfect.โ He smiles, โYou have beautiful eyes.โ He smirks, and she turns her head to look up at him. โYouโre doing so well.โ He praises, he takes his hand, using his knuckles to sweep gently down her cheek, under her chin. His thumb sweeps over her skin, his lips move in and he kisses her. โWhat else?โ
โMy skin.โ She breathes, looking back at herself. โI like how it glows.โ
โKeep going.โ
โMโฆ My lip shape is nice too.โ Though her lips tremble she manages a soft smile.
โI love those lips, baby.โ He coos, โYouโre doing so, so well.โ He leans in and kisses her cheek, moving behind her, his hands move down over her shoulders. She warms into his touch, her eyes fluttering shut as he runs his big hands down her back, and then over her hips. His hands reach her thighs, fingers spreading out over her exposed skin. She arches back into him, involuntarily. โYou look so beautiful in this dress, but itโs time to get it off you.โ He breathes into the crook of her neck, his lips pressing into the sensitive spot there. She bites her lip, holding back a moan just because of the tone of his voice, the small deep sounds that he makes. His fingers curl under the hem of the dress, and he slowly starts to peel it off her.
Once itโs off he leans back into her, his lips pressing into the skin of her shoulders, up to her neck. She tilts her head to give him more room, as he begins to mark her there. Tongue, teeth, and lips working to mark her as his own. His hands move over her now exposed areas, her stomach, her thighs, her chest. Over the lace and satin his fingers travel and press into her skin. She whimpers as he pulls away from her, โLook at yourself.โ He breathes, her eyes snapping forward as his eyes peer up at her reflection. โWhat else? What about your body?โ
Her breath hitches. If she had trouble finding something she liked on her face, her body would be near impossible. She looked, her lips turning down into a frown her eyes falling to the floor beneath her. โIโฆ I donโt know.โ
โNow, Angelโฆโ He sings, โUnacceptable answer.โ His hand slips lower, between her thighs, her center throbbing, aching for him. She whimpers as his fingers graze the fabric and push against her center. A gasp leaving her lips as she arches further against him. โI love your skin, itโs soft, it smells like you. I love your throat,โ His opposite hand moved up around her throat as he said it, โYour chest. Your shoulders. Your stomach. Your thighs.โ He continued, โYour legs. The way your skin reacts to my touch. The way it flushes when I touch youโฆ Now you tell me what you like.โ
Her head becomes increasingly hazy as his fingers tease her center, she wants to give him an answer, wants to please him. She canโt help but try to chase the pressure of his hand, grinding against his hand, โI-Iโฆโ She whines.
โI only like you dumb when Iโm buried inside of you.โ He growls, โSo figure it out.โ He pulls away from her, completely. Her breathing labored as she watched him stand up. Her bottom lip trembles, she looks at herself, her skin tinted red from the flush. Her chest heaving. She has tears in her eyes, her hands move up and she wraps her arms around herself. โYou can do it.โ He coos, โI want you to see how truly beautiful you are.โ He unbuttons his shirt. letting it drop lightly onto the floor, unbuckling his bottoms next. โYouโre doing so well. Donโt give up on me now.โ He coos as he gets them off.
She canโt help but frown and pout. She swallows back the growing lump in her throat, and bites her trembling bottom lip. He kneels back beside her, his hands wrapping around to grab her wrists, pulling her arms back away from hiding herself. โYouโre breaking rulesโฆโ He breathes, his mouth hovering over her ear, โAre you asking to be punished?โ
โN-no.โ She whimpers, โIโll do better.โ
โMmm.โ He nods, โYou will.โ
โI- I like the way this lingerie fits me.โ She managed, โIt fits my shape. I look hot.โ
He gasps, kissing her cheek, โThatโs my smart girl.โ He hums, โSee, you can do it. You look fucking amazing in this set.โ
One of his hands starts to travel back down, this time he slips beneath the fabric, cupping her heat groaning at how wet she already was for him, how warm she felt. She whines as his fingertips glide over her skin, just teasing. โDaddy.โ She whimpers, โPlease.โ He breathes out a short chuckle, his fingers dipping just slightly into her, just enough to tease her further. She leans her head back, opening her eyes to him, โPlease more.โ She blinks batting her lashes, a smirk spreading across his lips.
โYou think your pretty eyes can get whatever you want, donโt you?โ He purrs, โUse my hand. Show me how bad you want it.โ She whines, without looking away from him she reaches for his hand and presses his fingers into her, deeper, a breathy moan leaving her lips as she grinds against his fingers. โFeel good, angel?โ
โMhm.โ She bites her bottom lip.
โEyes on the mirror, look at yourself.โ She tilts her head back up, swallowing when she takes in the sight of her pushing his fingers into herself. Her hips grinding forward to chase more of him. His long arm stretched down without much effort. โLook at my greedy girl. You always want more. You deserve more. You deserve the world.โ She moans at his words, watching as her chest heaved and her bottom lip gets drawn into her mouth by her teeth. She catches the glimpse of him, watching, enjoying. His lips press into her shoulder again, his eyes staying on her, making sure sheโs still watching. She continues using his hand, trying to chase the feeling thatโs starting to build in her lower stomach. Then he takes back control. He curls his fingers in, deeper than she could get them and she lets out a loud moan as he pads that spot deep inside of her. โHow is that? Better?โ
โFuckโฆโ She gasps, โSoo good, Daddy. Thank you.โ He growls at her words, his teeth grazing her skin as he watches.
โI love when your mouth falls open like that.โ He hums, โLike a dumb little doll.โ He pumps his fingers now, curling them and pulling more sounds from her. โLetโs clear your head? Yeah?โ He growls, nipping on her earlobe and making her cry out more. She grinds down against his hand, clenching around his fingers whining and whimpering as she moves. Every movement causing more arousal, more sounds, her body starting to act involuntarily as she melts into his chest. Sheโs close, so close she can taste it. Until he pulls out of her, causing her to gasp and reach for his hand. โYou didnโt ask.โ
โDaddy Iโฆโ She whines, โI was going to!โ
โI canโt see the future, baby.โ He sighs, โYouโre making such a mess in your new linngerie.โ She pouts again, turning to look back at him. โItโs okayโฆ itโs my faultโฆ I wanted you to empty your head. I want you to forget how to speak.โ He sighs, โBend over, face up to the mirror.โ
She moves without hesitation, her palms against the floor as she gets closer to the mirror, his hand sliding down her back and toward himself. He groans at the sight of her while running his hands over her ass. He runs his fingers over her red underwear with a visible dark mark from her arousal. He reaches to tear them off her hips, peeling them down and off her. Her knees move so he can pull them off fully tossing them to the side, revealing her completely to him. Another sound rolls from his mouth, something deep and vibrating. Something that sounds like delight. His fingers move over her soaking center, through her folds, making her whimper. He watches in the mirror as she closes her eyes and moans when he pushes his fingers back into her, knuckles deep, his eyes coming back to watch her take him. Sheโs tight, even with just his fingers and he stretches and pumps into her slowly. It pulls more from her, his fingers glistening, his mouth watering.
โLook into the mirror, tell yourself whoโs Daddyโs pretty little thing?โ
โI amโฆโ She breathes, opening her eyes looking at herself.
โSay it fully.โ
โIโmโฆ Daddyโs pretty little thing.โ Her moan comes out breathy and strained. He pushes in deep, curling his fingers and holding there. Ripping another sound from her throat as he moves his fingers inside of her.
โAgain.โ
โAhโฆ Iโm Daddyโs pretty little thing.โ She arches into his touch and he pulls out again, making her whimper and pout, breathing heavily. She watches as he stands up getting his boxers off, before getting back on the floor. She can see how hard he is, his tip leaking precum, his veins prominent. He strokes himself before lining himself up and pressing forward. She gasps as he fills her out in one swift stroke forward, a grunt leaving his lips as she pulsed forward. His hands reach to guide her hips back to him, her mouth falling open as he slowly brings her all the way back on his length.
โAgainโฆโ He groans, โLook at yourself and say it again.โ
She looks at herself, โIโmโฆ Daddyโs pretty little thing.โ She trembles, and he guides her hips slowly sliding slowly off him and then swiftly back onto him, taking her breath away.
โAgainโฆโ He thrusts into her harshly a sharp cry leaving her as he does.
โIโm Daddyโs pretty little thing-โ
Another rough thrusts makes her lose her words, her mouth falling open as she mewls. Her head falling from looking at herself. A little fire inside of her started to grow, she needed more. He breathed heavily surging forward again forcing the breath out of her and she shook. His hand reached to grab her chin and force her head back up to look. โLook at yourself. Look how pretty you look like this.โ He steadily rocks into her, holding her chin up, her eyes half lidded and watery as he hit that spot deep inside of her. She clenched around him, and she did look at herself. How desperate and needy and fucked out she looked.
Her eyes findYunho behind her. His muscles flexing under his skin, face flushed, bottom lip between his teeth as he looked at her. Them. He always looked beautiful to her and even more now. Eyebrows furrowed, burying himself inside of her, eyes focused, concentration as he moved steadily. She thought he looked beautiful. He let out a strangled moan, his voice shaking as she clenched harder around him, her orgasm growing fast.
โDaddy, please.โ She cried, โYou feel so fucking- Ah.โ She shook, as he slammed into her even harder, her words leaving.
โItโs getting harder to think now, isnโt it?โ He rasped, โFocus. Breathe. Tell me what you want.โ
Her fingers clenched into the carpet beneath her, she moaned and swallowed hard, her breath catching as he slammed into her harder. She grits her teeth, the sound of him pounding into her like music to her ears. โPlease Daddy, let me cum.โ She manages in a weak voice. He moans at her request pulling her up pressing her back against his chest, the new angle is devastating. She trembles and groans, โPlease can I?โ She looks up at him, her eyes big and watery as he holds her there, stopping his movements. Her walls flutter and clench around him, her body begging for release as she holds back.
โNot yet.โ He coos, one of his hands slipping down her body, down to her clit. He doesnโt rub or roll his fingers, he lightly taps and makes her writhe in his arms. He chuckles at her, โMy pretty little thing, you want to cum so bad donโt you?โ She nods, trying to still herself, though her body trembles. She can feel her orgasm, feel it threatening her. Taunting her. Just like Yunho liked to do.
โPlease.โ She whines and pouts and he lets out a strangled moan.
โSay it again, tell me youโre my pretty little thing.โ
โIโmโ She breathes a heavy sigh, โIโm your pretty little thing.โ
โFuck yeah, you are.โ He moans his own cock twitching inside of her, โMy pretty girl. My perfect smart girl.โ She whines, shaking, holding back the best she can, โCum with me.โ He growls and he pounds up into her, his fingers rolling over her clit as she starts to unravel. Her body tensing and shaking all at once. โGod.โ He lets out a strangled moan, clenching his hold on her as he starts to spill out into her again. โLook at you.โ A hand clamps around her cheeks as he turns her attention to the mirror.
She looked gone, he looked gone. Both red in the face, trembling, sweaty. She whimpered as she continued shaking. Her eyes focused on him, his eyes focused on her. He pulls out of her, and he lets her down gently. She takes a few seconds to breath, the aftershocks making her weak. His hands reached for her, rubbing over her skin lightly as he tried to catch his breath too.
She pushes herself up, turning toward him. Closing the small gap between them. Her hands wrapped around his shoulders, her head leaning on his shoulder. One hand smoothing down her back, the other holding her head against him. โYou did so well for your training, baby.โ He smirked, โI am so proud of you.โ She glowed from his praise, leaning into him to kiss him. His hands moving down her back in unison, over her ass, lifting her slightly before pulling her back onto his lap. They kiss, slowly. Tongues moving against one another, small sounds leaving both of them as their lips move together.
Then she feels him, hard again, ready for more. He glides her against him, not pushing in, just teasing again. Letting his tip bump her clit, fresh arousal coating him. She muffles a moan biting her bottom lip as he kisses her chest. Then she pulls her up, her knees on either side of his waist, before sitting her back down on his tip.
She sinks down slowly, feeling every inch as she fully sits on it. โFuck.โ She whimpers at the feeling of him filling her back up, her hands trembling. He held her still even as she tried to move. She moaned as he ran his hands up her back and easily unhooked her bra, and slipped it off her.
โLet me see you.โ He breathed, and she pulled back his eyes on hers as she shifted, a small sound leaving her lips. His eyes dropped from hers, down to her lips, then trailed down her neck and chest all the way down to where they connected. He moans at the sight of her wrapped around him tightly like a bow. He guides her hips along him, she leans back, her hands reaching back for his legs, letting him move her body for her. She moans louder than before, her head falling back at the feeling of him gliding into her, every drag of his long cock pulling sounds out of her, making her head spin as she leans forward again, her lips searching for his lips and finding them. โThatโs itโฆโ He moans into her mouth, her tongue slipping into his mouth and moving with his again. She sucks on his tongue as she starts to get needy again.
She starts to move on her own, starting to chase her own high, beginning to bounce on him in a steady rhythm. Even as her thighs start burning she doesn't care. She needs to keep feeling every inch, her walls squeezing him as she rides him. He moaned into her mouth and drew back his head, his lips finding her chest. His tongue swept against her skin as she moved, her eyes clenched as he kissed and licked her chest.
She slows her movements when her legs start to shake, unable to keep her pace and Yunho chuckles as she whines. โItโs okayโฆ Iโve got you.โ He guides her again, โRoll your hips like that, angel. Doesnโt that feel good?โ She shakes her head moaning in response, โWords, use them.โ
โYesโฆโ She breathes, โSo good.โ She throws her head back, her stomach starting to tighten as she lets a weepy moan out. She continues to move her hips with his help. โIโm closeโฆ Iโmโฆโ He grabs her throat quickly, her breath catching. It only makes her pleasure more prominent, she cries out a choked sob as he groans at the way she clenches around him.
โAsk nicely.โ He purrs, โAsk nicely and Iโll let you cum again.โ
โPleaseโฆ Please let me cum.โ She whimpers and he chuckles, with one hand he lifts her off him only to let her fall back down, the feeling of him filling her to the brim makes her head spin she almost loses it. The pleasure is intense, making fireworks go off in her body. Another choked sob leaving her. Her legs start to shake, her knees buckling as he brings her mouth to him. He kisses her.
โDonโt cum yet.โ He breathes lifting her again, the tip of his cock finding her g-spot and he pulls her back down, harshly. The slap of skin on skin loud as she gasps.
โOhโ Oh my god!โ She cries, โPlease, Daddy. Pleaseโฆโ Her voice shakes like sheโs crying, he knows heโs getting to her. He knows sheโs close and right on the edge. He knows itโs mean to deny her, but watching her beg. Watching the way she made big eyes at him, leaning into the hold around her throat. He was eating it up. She started to tear up when he lifted her again and brought her back down harshly, his own orgasm starting to boil over. He groans.
โPleaseโฆ pleaseโฆโ He taunts, pouting at her. She whimpers and he lifts her again, her legs shaking as he holds her there. He has to ground himself. His own cock ready to release into her again.
โPleaseโฆ Pleaseโฆโ She cried, โI canโtโฆ I canโt.โ Her words turn to air as he moves her again, and then finally.
โCum.โ He breathes out a long groan, his head falling back, his eyes rolling. Her whole body goes almost numb, tingling like radio static beneath her skin, she cries out, gushes around him, lets him hold her up. Her vision blacks out, her head in the clouds as his grip around her throat tightened to almost no air. Her thighs clenched around his waist, and she couldnโt even feel his cum being pumped inside of her. Not this time, this was like heaven. Her breathing was shaky and she held onto Yunho like sheโd float away if not. And he groaned and shook with her.
โThank you, daddy.โ She mewled as they both panted, trying to catch their breath. He pulled her back into him, his lips finding hers messily. She warms into him, when he pulls away from kissing her she nuzzles into the crook of his neck.
โYou did so well.โ He breathed, โYou deserve a treat.โ He pulls her off him, pulling her up with him, her legs feeling like jello as she stands. He pulls her toward him kissing her forehead and bridge of her nose while walking her back toward the bed. โLay down, get comfortable.โ She moves slowly on wobbling limbs like a newborn deer, but lays back on the bed. He crawls toward her, his eyes stuck on her as he stops between her legs, he pulls her knees over his shoulders before dipping down. โYou get a free one. One where you donโt have to askโฆโ He hums, nose grazing her heat, โIโll be too busy burying my tongue inside of you to give you permission anyway.โ His words have her whimpering.
He dips down to her sensitive center, his tongue already lapping at her and making her arch herself toward his mouth. He dives in like a man starved, his tongue working to lap up every single drop from her. She already is shaking, already whining and near crying. He buries his face inside of her, his nose nudging her clit as he fucked her with his tongue. He moaned and groaned into her, his cock already getting hard just from the way she sounded and tasted. One hand grabs his hair and it acts like a trigger, to make him more feral. He growls as his hands move to push her thighs up and apart. Her stomach clenched as he moved his lips to her clit. He sucked and rolled his tongue over her sensitive bud, making her cry out again. She could feel another orgasm already bubbling in her stomach, already making her eyes roll back and back arch off the bed. She was gone, her body on fire, her soul leaving her body.
She trembled and cried as he sucked and licked and held her down beneath him. Her body pliant and adjusting to him as he dove in and ate her out like she was his last meal. His fingers gripped into her skin so tightly she felt like he would leave marks, her one hand still gripping his hair the other grasping for the blankets beneath her. She was grateful she didnโt have to ask permission, because she couldnโt hold back any longer. Her head falling back into the mattress.
โDa-ah!โ She sobbed, and she came, hard. Her body locking up, her vision white, her brain powered down. She didnโt realize the mess she made, she didnโt realize Yunho had started to climb back up to her. She didnโt realize she was shaking so hard until Yunho reached for her. She babbled and curled into him and rested against his chest, unable to control her body. He held her through it, let her decompress, kissed her forehead and ran his hand through her hair.
โThank you.โ She whispered, so low he almost didnโt hear it. He pulled her against him and stroked her hair and ran his thumb over her cheek. She slowly pushed herself up, โI shouldโฆโ She reached down, as if she was going to return the favor.
โNoโฆโ He hums, โNo, you did enough for me.โ She trembled as he pulled her hand up to his mouth, his lips pressing into her knuckles. โLetโs get you cleaned up, yeah? A nice hot shower and bath?โ She smiles, nodding as he slowly helps her up.
She knew he could keep going, maybe he even wanted too. But he didnโt, he helped her to the bathroom instead. He jumped in the shower with her, washed her hair, and cleaned her body. His once rough touches turned gentle and sweet. His lips pressing into skin, no teeth, no tongue, just softness. He ran a bath, added bubbles, and lit candles. Let her sink to her shoulders, and close her eyes and breathe. His hand was only there to hold hers and sooth her skin. When he helps her out heโs getting her into soft pajamas and helping her into bed. He brings her water and tucks her in. He runs his hand over her head, down her body but only cuddling into her. Then, he holds her until sheโs sleeping.
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recharging at the pool
sorry i got heart pupils when you were mean and perverted to me
Dance No More
dj!hongjoong x reader
smut - mdni
10.6k (iโm a yapper)
a night out of spite after unlocking a new emotion with your current situationship
TRIGGER WARNING: situationship dj!hongjoong, meandom!hongjoong, brat!reader, brattamer!hongjoong, seonghwa is there, dirty talk, swearing, begging, pet names (baby, mine, beautiful), kissing, unprotected p in v (donโt do this), breeding kink?, m receiving oral, spanking, choking, crying, possessiveness, jealousy, submission, name calling (slut, pathetic), degradation, denial, angst, exhibitionism?? maybe?, grabbing, hair pulling, ripping clothes, gagging, praise (good girl), bad humor
let me know if i missed anything! this is my first time posting so if you hate it, lie to me. love you, bye โก
โI feel stupid.โ
โYou are not stupid. That man is though..โ your best friend scolded you over Facetime. It had been hours since your fyp algorithm showed you a flyer for an event your current situationship was performing at. One that he had neglected to mention in the short text he had sent canceling on your plans that night.
The two of you had often set things up and then decided at the last minute you actually didnโt want to see one another at all. There were countless times you had canceled on him just because you wanted to chill at home alone or would rather go out with your friends. The fact that he canceled wasnโt unusual. The reason being he had a gig that happened to be at the club his ex worked at was unusual.
โI know, I know, that we are just fucking around. I donโt understand why this bothers me so much.โ You sighed, your lipgloss wand dropping from your fingers and onto the vanity your phone was propped against. โLike Iโm angry?โ you asked yourself outloud, in shock at the emotions you were feeling. โWhy am I angry?โ you directed your attention back to the screen with an intensity as if your best friend had made you feel this.
She tried to respond, sputtering out sounds of confusion with her hands held up in defense. โI think I have an answer but youโre not going to like it.โ she mumbled, causing your fingers to grip your phone closer, insisting for her to continue.
โIt sounds like, maybe-โ she danced around the words carefully, taking in every change in expression you made, โyouโre just a tiny bit.โ She pinched her fingers in front of the camera, her voice raising two octaves to try to soften whatever she was about to say. โJealous?โ
Your eyes widened, breath catching in your throat as a laugh slipped from you, โJealous?โ
She lifted her hand again, pinching the air in with a squint.
โI am not jealous. What would I have to be jealous of?โ you fought back, shock prominent in your tone as you shook your head. Feeling as if it would rid the word from it. โWas I jealous when I found him hooking up with that one girl in the closet of Seonghwaโs house?โ you stood to pace, taking a second before glancing back to the phone. Awaiting an answer.
โNo.โ Your best friend shook her head.
โOr when I caught him knuckles deep in the car with that waitress from the bar a month or so back?โ you continued.
โHow do you remember all-โ
โOr that time we all heard that blonde girl through the walls of his-โ
โOkay! Okay! Enough!โ her voice cut you off, โI donโt need any reminders of all the things Hongjoong has traumatized us with throughout knowing him.โ
โI have never been jealous, I am not jealous.โ you finalized with a nod of your head, resting back into your chair with a contented sigh. โSo then, stay home tonight. Who cares that he canceled plans to do a DJ set for the last and, really, only woman heโs officially dated in years?โ you could hear the smirk in her tone as she leaned to cross her arms over her chest, staring into the camera lens with raised brows.
You slowly turned your head to squint at her, all satisfaction stripped as anger began to boil in your blood at the mention of his ex. โMaybe I will.โ
โYou wonโt.โ
โYou donโt know that.โ
โI know you.โ
โDo you?โ
โI do.โ
Your eyes stayed narrow as she grinned at you.
Your shoulders dropped as your face fell to look into your lap, โI know you do.โ
You hated to admit it, but her words did bring some clarity to the situation.
Hongjoong and you had been messing around since the moment you were introduced. Your friend group would mention him in passing, telling stories of times with him or moments where he had gotten them in ridiculous situations. You hadnโt officially met until a few months into hanging with everyone else, he was always off performing at various clubs throughout the country.
When he did come back home, it couldnโt have been at a worse time in your own personal life. You had been in a relationship, a very long one. A very long, miserable one. You were just re-finding who you were as a person. You hadnโt been single in awhile, so it was nice to be able to do whatever you wanted whenever you wanted. It was a freedom that you didnโt realize you lost or missed.
In no way, shape, or form were you looking to jump into another relationship or even look at another man.
But then, Hongjoong happened.
You had assumed that his reputation was overexaggerated. That, despite his ongoing list of talents, he was just another man at the end of the day.
You were wrong.
He had crashed into your life like a tank through a fortress. He was funny, he was talented, he was charming, he was everything that you had been informed about. You werenโt the type of person who was easily impressed, but he wasnโt the bare minimum type of impressive.
The two of you had incredible chemistry. You shared a sense of humor. Had a similar taste in music, movies, and aesthetics.
He was able to handle your attitude and shut you down tenfold. It was very rare for you to find anyone who could keep you in check (having experience with many others trying), but he did it with ease. There was a reason his friends affectionately referred to him as โCaptainโ. The world was his ship and everyone else just happened to be on it. There wasnโt a single moment in meeting him where he didnโt walk into a room and immediately take control of everything happening around.
You enjoyed that about him.
You enjoyed being able to shut off your brain when he was around because you knew that he would make sure you were okay.
It had been your idea to keep things casual, which made this whole jealousy nonsense even more frustrating. When it all began, you didnโt want to be in another relationship, you didnโt feel ready. Not that he had ever pushed to be in one, but you made it very clear at the start that if you two were going to be messing around that thatโs all it would be and nothing more.
He understood and agreed.
But now there was a part of you that wondered why he agreed and why he wouldnโt want to take things further than just hooking up. Why he had never been with anyone seriously since his last ex. You hated thinking about how many women you had seen him with in the time youโve known him. It never bothered you before, but it did now. Had he had an entire roster of people he circulated between? You and him had been consistent. Was he consistent with everyone else? All the other women you had caught him with?
โYouโve been silent for a long time, but you know what you need to do.โ Your best friend interrupted your thoughts, snapping your attention back to the Facetime you honestly had forgotten about. Your heart racing at the sound of her sudden voice, โAnd whatโs that?โ
โMake him regret it.โ Her lips curled into a smirk, โText me if you need help, I love you.โ
You barely responded before her face vanished and your home screen reappeared. Your best friend knew that you needed to move fast if you wanted to make it to the club on time for his DJ set. A plan you had devised on your own before you received the call from your best friend.
You answered already half ready in his favorite dress - one that had yet to see the outside of your apartment. The same one that whenever he came to pick you up and you were in it, the both of you were no longer making it to whatever plans you had for the night. But he wasnโt there to stop you tonight, you were going to wear it out and you were going to wear it to the club.
Both you and your best friend knew that your impulsivity was not something that could be rationalized with. Once you put something into motion, it was nearly impossible to stop the force that was your willpower.
Newfound conflicting feelings or not, Hongjoong would be seeing you tonight.
The car you ordered didnโt take long to arrive. The club was only twenty minutes from your apartment, which somehow made things worse. Itโs not like it was out of the way, you couldโve joined him to begin with. He typically would let you come to his sets. Even if you werenโt in a partying mood, he would haul you with him to sit in the green rooms or VIP areas to wait for him to finish. He always had massive amounts of adrenaline after performing and he had informed you many times you were his favorite way to release it.
A sickening feeling began to build in the pit of your stomach. If he hadnโt planned on seeing you tonight, was he going to exert that excess energy with someone else? His ex? You pinched at the bridge of your nose. โWho cares?โ you sighed, slapping the hand down onto your thigh. You caught the driver peeking at you through the rear view mirror with concern. โI donโt even care.โ you affirmed directly to him as his eyes darted back to the road.
The rest of the ride was filled with your huffs, your thoughts seesawing back and forth between getting yourself worked up and then remembering it shouldnโt matter. You knew you probably looked insane to the man in the front, but youโd likely never see him again so you began to mumble to yourself.
โI donโt even like him, heโs annoying. His laugh is loud and obnoxious and his smile is stupid.โ you grumbled, arms crossing over your chest as you sunk into the back seat. โHeโs a fucking DJ. A DJ. Iโm upset over a DJ.โ your eyes once again finding the driver who was desperately trying to pull to the curb.
He cleared his throat, โI hope you have a good rest of your night.โ
โI will-โ you stated triumphantly, looking down at the driverโs name on your phone screen, โJihun. You too!โ You slapped a hand against his shoulder as you slid towards the door closest to the pavement.
The chill of the night hit your heated skin immediately, a pout forming on your lips as you took in the length of the line outside. Hongjoong always had an annoying habit of drawing a crowd, but this was the first time you wouldnโt be with him to skip it. โI wonder who else has slept with him here.โ You thought bitterly too yourself, hating this viciousness that now burned inside you.
As you made your way to trail down the line of the door, a voice called your name. You spun back, eyes wide as a familiar figure ran up to you.
โI was wondering where you were!โ Your mutual friend, Seonghwa, wrapped you in his arms, pulling your body tightly into his chest. โJoongโs about to start, you got here just in time!โ he cheered, his hand sliding to wrap around your wrist as he drug you towards the front door. โWhy didnโt you just come with us?โ he shook his head with a laugh.
You were thankful that your presence was welcomed by someone. It seemed Hongjoong hadnโt informed Seonghwa you purposely werenโt invited.
โIf heโs about to start, why were you outside?โ you laughed, trying to keep in time with his steps despite your heels. Typically Seonghwa would keep a watchful eye on his best friend while he set up, ready to be a helping hand if need be. He glanced down at you with an eye roll, โI needed to get away from her.โ
Your breath caught in your throat, you knew exactly who he was talking about but you hoped you were wrong. โOh? Whoโs โherโ?โ you played dumb as the two of you made it into the building. He stopped abruptly, using his free hand to extend towards the stage. His finger pointed violently in its direction with his eyebrows raised in annoyance.
โHer.โ he hissed. Your eyes locking on the woman sitting on the edge of the DJ table, her attention fully focused on the man in front of her. โThat is a safety hazard.โ you groaned, watching as she leaned her body towards him and covered half of his set up he was currently using.
You knew that Hongjoong hated anything that interrupted him from being his best, whether it be a faulty sound system, a mislabeled track, ..or a woman with her tits entirely too close to the equalizers.
The first two were confirmed but you were guessing on the third. And yet, he didnโt swipe her away. He didnโt push her off the stage. (Which would have been your favorite option) He didnโt do anything, just continued to bop along with his headphones as if she belonged there by his side.
Like he wanted people to see her with him so close and personal. Like it was her home.
What made it worse was how good Hongjoong had looked. His hair was styled back, sunglasses adorning his eyes. He typically wore all black for his sets, but this version of his fit was diabolical. His button up was open at the top and tucked into wide legged dress pants, A cropped leather jacket sitting over the whole thing. You always thought he looked handsome, but right now he looked effortlessly cool. And he looked that way with her beside him.
โYou okay, pretty?โ Seonghwa placed a hand on your shoulder, grounding you back into your own body. Your chest rising and falling at a rapid rate. You had never been the best at disguising your emotions. If you were sad, you looked sad. If you were mad, it was noticeable and right now it was very very noticeable.
You took a moment to collect yourself, to push out the idea of storming the stage and dragging the two off by their hair. Your sudden possessiveness could not be at the cost of everyone elseโs good night (as much as youโd like it to be).
Turning back, you mustered your best smile to the tall man beside you. โWould you like to dance with me?โ you beamed, taking a step closer to him.
His eyes widened before darting back to look at his best friend on stage, โI mean- I would- but Joong-โ
You waved your hand to dismiss him, โIt doesnโt matter what he thinks, besides, he seems preoccupied.โ
He tskโd down at you bringing a hand to rest at the back of your head, โYou know Iโd love to but I donโt think he would like that very much.โ Your lips formed a pout, you knew you could trust Seonghwa with your feelings but it didnโt make saying them outloud any easier.
โWe were supposed to hang out tonight but he canceled at the last minute, he didnโt even say he was performing here. I found out through Instagram.โ You hastily admitted, blinking up at him through your eyelashes. His eyebrows knitted, the ends of his lips moving downwards, โHe didnโt tell you?โ
You shook your head slowly, feeling slightly embarrassed at the confession.
โIs that why youโre wearing that?โ he ticked his head down to your outfit, his eyes lingering slightly longer than he needed to. You nodded.
He let out a deep sigh, taking his free hand and opening his palm. You smiled, slapping your hand into his as he wrapped his fingers around it and pulled you closer. His head leaned down so his lips grazed your ear, โWho am I to deny a beautiful girl?โ
Seonghwa and you had a very healthy relationship. He was typically one of the only guys that was able to infiltrate girls night. He was soft and caring, he always listened to everyoneโs grievances and never made you feel like a burden by relying on him. He just wanted everyone to feel safe and happy at all times. He was the best version of a friend, he was a rock and also a shoulder to cry on. He also loved getting under Hongjoongโs skin. The two did it to each other constantly, so he was the perfect person to run into tonight.
He made sure to weave you carefully through the crowd to the dance floor, pushing you gently to a spot halfway in the mess and to the side of Hongjoongโs set up. It was close enough for him to notice but not directly in his face. You worried you were too buried. That your shorter frame would be lost between bodies.
โDonโt worry, he has a habit of finding you in a crowd.โ Seonghwa spoke as if he could read your mind. You turned to face him with furrowed brows. You really needed to work on your poker face. โHeโs complained about it before.โ he laughed, leaning close so that you could hear him over the thumping bass blasting throughout the room.
โHas he?โ you asked, spinning back to face him while also leaning back into Seonghwaโs frame. His hands instantly ghosting over your sides, his fingers tracing your forearms as he began to sway. He hummed, โThatโs why youโre always out of sight during his sets.โ He pulled you into him but the hips with a laugh, โYouโre a distraction.โ
โIโm sure.โ you rolled your eyes, shaking your head in disbelief as you moved against him. The two of you in sync as the music caught your attention. The song switched over to the next track, it was subtle, no one else had seemed to notice but you had heard enough sets from him to catch that he had missed a transition. The delay was only a second or two, but you had clocked it.
You looked at him, it was hard to determine exactly where he was looking with the sunglasses over his eyes. He didnโt seem to be facing your direction, but he wasnโt dancing like he typically would. Seonghwa spun you around, lifting your arms to wrap around his neck as he loomed over you. โStill think Iโm lying?โ he smirked, and you knew he had caught the slip up as well.
โThereโs plenty of distraction on stage.โ you brushed him off, linking your fingers together at the back of his neck.
Another missed beat.
Seonghwa looked down at you smugly. You moved your hand to point at him, โDo not look at me like that.โ
He placed his face in the crook of your neck, his mouth directly next to your ear, โWatch this.โ He wrapped his fingers around your wrist and brought it back to rest around his neck before returning his hand to your waist. Softly blowing on the sensitive skin just under your jaw, causing you to giggle. โStop it.โ you warn with a smile. From the outside it looks like he was doing more than just breathing against you.
The song skipped.
Both of you directed your attention to the stage, Hongjoongโs head dipping down as his hands moved fast to keep in time with the song. You took notice of the skin stretching against his locked jaw, his chest rising and falling in fast succession.
โOkay, weโve played enough.โ Seonghwa sighed, lifting your hand to spin you before pulling you back into his chest. โLetโs just dance.โ
You laughed as he flung you around, spinning you away from him and dipping you despite whatever song was playing. The two of you just enjoyed the moment, so much that you almost forgot why you were mad in the first place.
The rest of the set went on without a flaw, the next DJ coming to swap out with Hongjoong as he took what belonged to him from the table.
โShouldnโt you help?โ you asked as the two of you made your way off the dance floor. Seonghwa hummed, moving you in front of him to lead you towards the bar, โNah, I donโt really like him that much.โ
You laughed, knowing it was a joke. The two of them were practically brothers.
You pushed yourself up onto one of the bar stools, the tall man doing the same beside you. โSo,โ he sighed, his elbows resting against the wood of the bar as his fingers linked together, โYou want to talk about what exactly is going on in that mind of yours?โ
โNope.โ you smiled, turning to face him.
He nodded, โOkay, well when you do, you know where to find me.โ
He called over the bartender and ordered you both a drink. Your leg jumped anxiously, Hongjoong had cleared the stage but he was still nowhere to be found. And neither was his ex. Your brain was filled with images of all the things they two could be doing in their absence. All the things he had done to you after a show. Things he could now be doing to her at this very moment.
A large hand clamped around your knee, stilling its movement. You mumbled an apology to the man in front of you, who looked down at you with concern. He scanned your jittery frame, watching as you picked at the skin of your lips with your eyes going over the entire perimeter of the club.
โOh my God.โ he gasped, causing you to knit your brows. You looked at him as his hand covered his mouth. โOh my God.โ he repeated through his fingers, his face twisted in amusement. โYou came here, looking damn near edible, after Joong canceled your plans..โ he started piecing things together, โYou keep bringing up his ex, you keep looking around even though the most beautiful man is currently at your side.โ he counted on his fingers before pointing one over at you with a smile, โYouโre jealous.โ
Your eyes widened, โNot uh.โ
Not your best argument.
He cackled, slapping his palm against his thigh. โOh my God, you have no idea how funny this is.โ
โItโs not funny at all, Hwa.โ you whined, practically kicking your feet as you watched him giggle to himself. He steadied his breathing with a loud outburst of air, โTo you, no. If you knew what I knew, it would be hilarious.โ
You squinted at him, โWhat do you know?โ
He booped the tip of your nose with his finger, โIโm not telling.โ
You couldnโt help the huff that came from you, your lips frowning as you pouted like a child. Arms crossed and slumped over.
You thought about what Seonghwa could find so funny. What exactly was bringing him so much amusement. Was it that he knew Hongjoong wasnโt interested? Was it one of those times where he felt so bad for you that all he could do was laugh? He wasnโt a vindictive person, so the idea wasnโt convincing but it was all your brain could latch on.
He spun on his seat back and forth at your side with a grin, a small giggle slipping out every now and then as you held your head in your hands.
โExcuse me, miss.โ a voice came from behind you. You knew it wasnโt someone trying to pick you up, and if they had seen you in your current state and wanted to.. it wasnโt someone youโd be interested in anyway.
You looked at Seonghwa before facing the man. He looked like a bouncer. โI didnโt even do anything?โ you panicked up at him. You had your fair share of experiences with getting kicked out, and this was typically how it would start. Hongjoong wouldnโt have you kicked out though. Would he?
You did show up to a show he didnโt tell you about. What if you scared him?
โYouโre wanted backstage.โ The man spoke again, his voice deep and firm.
Seonghwa looked at you before pointing to himself, โAnd me?โ
โNo, I was told you specifically could not come backstage.โ the bouncer stated, his face flat as Seonghwa looked at him in shock. โThat bitch.โ he hissed to himself before looking at you with a sneaky grin, โWell, have fun.โ
The large buff man led you from the bar, his arm hovering around your back to block out people from the crowd. People were turning to stare, whispering to one another as you passed by. It was not helping your nerves.
As you approached the hallway towards the back you noticed the same woman that sat perched on Hongjoongโs stage. She was surrounded by friends and glaring at you with hatred oozing from her eyes. You kept your gaze on her as you passed by, not backing down from whatever issue she had going on. As you passed you heard her muttering under her breath, but before you could ask what her problem was you were gently pushed into a backroom.
You spun back, the bouncer sending you a quick forced smile before shutting the door behind him.
โWhat are you doing here?โ you heard a very familiar, and very angry voice. You turned as slowly as possible towards it, as if by not moving quickly he would not be able to see you at all.
Hongjoongโs eyes were dark, his hair no longer styled back but sticking in every direction as if he had been frantically gripping it. He sat with his legs spread on the couch situated on the other side of the room, his elbows resting on top of his thighs. He leaned forward to tilt his head at you, urging you to respond. You pointed back to the door, โA big man brought me here.โ
โWhy are you at this club?โ he clarified through his teeth, his jaw tight. His stare was intimidating and you didnโt know how to respond. You had come in so impulsively that you didnโt consider a backstory that wasnโt โI was mad at youโ.
He stood to remove his jacket before throwing it onto the couch. When he faced you, he unbuttoned his sleeves, rolling them up in time with each step he took to your body. โWhy are you at this club wearing that?โ he asked, his tone light almost singsongy despite the stern look on his face. His eyes looked you over and stayed on your outfit, his head leaning to the side before making eye contact. โAnswer me.โ he firmed as he made it to you.
You looked up at him, โWhy should I?โ
He raised his eyebrows, his mouth opening in shocked amusement. โYouโre mad at me?โ he couldnโt help the smile that slid onto his face. You had seen this look many times, it was the same one he gave you whenever he deemed you were being a brat. โYou come here, dressed like that, grind on my best friend during my set and youโre mad at me?โ he took a step forward, causing you to take one back. You back hitting the door behind you as you kept your eyes locked on his.
โIโm surprised you even noticed, it seems like you had a night planned for yourself.โ You fought back and you couldnโt stop from sounding bitter if you tried. Your eyes fell as you pouted angrily. He breathed out a laugh, โTell me, what was I planning to do?โ
The fact that he found this situation so funny was only making you angrier, like he didnโt take you seriously. โYou canceled our plans, you dressed like-โ you flailed your arms at his outfit as best as you could, โthat, all to impress your ex girlfriend.โ
โI did?โ he asked in fake shock. Your eyes involuntarily rolled before you could stop them, your patience thin. It was a habit you couldnโt help and something that he warned you about doing to him many times. His smile dropped, โCareful.โ
โOr what?โ
Before you could blink he had your throat in his palm, his fingers pressed into the side of it. There was no force, it was just a warning as he closed the gap between the two of you, his chest against yours. โYou know-โ he started, looking up towards the ceiling, โNormally I love that smart little mouth of yours, but after seeing you dancing like a slut with my best friend?โ His eyes found yours again, his pupils blown as his grip tightened just enough to make you gasp. โIโm not in the best mood, so letโs try that again.โ He spoke through his teeth. He moved to be level with your face, โWhy are you here?โ
โMaybe I just wanted to dance like a slut with your best friend.โ you responded in a broken voice, trying to be as clear as you could in his hold. He took in a sharp breath, his eyes shutting. โYou canceled on me to do your little show with your little girlfriend. I had to watch her sit like a fucking trophy by your side and you have the nerve to act like you give a shit about what I was doing?โ you push up on your toes to get in his face. His fingers loosened with every word, helping you gain your voice back.
His eyes opened and you felt yourself shuttered, you had made him mad before but this version of it was intimidating.
And you did not get intimidated easily.
There was a darkness behind it that you had never seen, like he was given a key to unlock a new version of himself. His tongue ran across his bottom lip as he pulled it between his teeth, โAre you fucking kidding me?โ
He let out a laugh that surprised you and himself, his head shaking as he pulled away from you the tiniest bit to stare down at the floor. His shoulders shook as he silently chuckled to himself, โAre you jealous right now?โ
Your mouth opened and closed, trying to think of a single argument against what he said despite being incredibly aware that you were. โDonโt flatter yourself. You forget who youโre talking to.โ
โSo do you.โ he looked back at you with a smile. There was nothing warm or comforting about it, it was sinister and unhinged.
โYouโre telling me, for months-โ he approached you again, his hands shakily moving to grip your waist. His fingers pressed in hard enough to leave bruises, โIโve been trying to see if I could make you jealous. Hooking up with people at events we were both at. Making sure I was in places where you could catch us.โ One hand moved to wrap around your throat again, not to choke you, but to keep you standing as his other hand slid to where your dress sat on your thighs. His fingers lifted the fabric, just trailing along the edge of it, โAnd all I had to do was ignore my ex in front of you?โ
Your eyes fluttered shut as you tried to process his words as well as his touch, already feeling overwhelmed at the juxtaposition between his tone and his gentleness.
โYou had so much to say a second ago, whereโd that go?โ he hummed mockingly, his nose trailing from your shoulder to your jaw.
You took in a shaky breath, opening your eyes to glare at him, โFuck. You.โ
He laughed, his mouth opened to bite the skin just under your jaw before pulling it between his teeth. A whine leaving your lips as he soothed it over with his tongue. โFuck me?โ he mimicked your voice, the hand holding your dress moving to cup your heat. His palm was met with slick material, causing him to groan. โYeah, it feels like you want to.โ he grinned against your skin, causing you to huff in annoyance.
Despite your anger, your body betrayed you. You were thankful for the hold on your neck or else your knees wouldโve probably given out.
His finger pushed aside the fabric, tracing you lightly. The lack of force only made you more frustrated. โSheโs just outside, you want her to hear how good I make you feel?โ his voice was high, almost mocking, like he was talking to a child. Your mind was torn between wanting to push him away out of spite and wanting him to use you in any way he pleased. Your bottom lip jutting as a whine slipped from you in a mixture of frustration and want.
He hummed, his fingers leaving your underwear, โNo, you donโt deserve that today.โ He drug his hand up to your face, placing his index and middle finger against your bottom lip, โOpen.โ
You shook your head, not because you didnโt want to but because it was more fun to see what heโd do if you didnโt listen.
He raised his brows, โNo?โ
You swallowed, attempting to soothe the dryness of your throat. โYou want me to stop? Youโre a big girl, you know the safe word.โ he opened his mouth nonchalantly sucking your juices off his fingers with a hum. You whimpered at the sight causing him to nod, โI see, youโre just being a fucking brat.โ
The name made your thighs clench, your knees growing weak. It always did, especially when he said it in that condescending tone. He knew that.
โYou want to be a brat, Iโll treat you like one.โ he sighed as he released your throat, moving his hand to grip at your wrist. You could barely keep up with this strides to the couch, panic and excitement building in your stomach as he sat down. His hand pulled you to his side before pulling you forward to fall across his lap.
This had happened enough times (you were very rarily not testing his patience) that you knew exactly how to situate across his thighs to not hurt your ribs.
He exhaled, โEight men looked at you while I was on stage.โ His palm landed softly against the fabric across your ass, squeezing your cheek before rubbing circles over the area. โEight men were drooling over you acting like a slut wearing my dress.โ he hissed, sliding the dress up to reveal the black lace underwear beneath it. A groan involuntarily falling from his lips, he loved whenever you wore dark lingerie.
โStand up.โ he demanded, catching you off guard. He waited for a beat to see if youโd listen. Once he realized you hadnโt moved he removed his hands from you, โNow.โ
You scrambled to your feet, not knowing what to do next. He stood up, facing you and his eyes raked down your body. His hands came to clutch at your neckline, โThis dress is ruined now that someone elseโs hands have been on it.โ You didnโt even have time to react before he ripped the flimsy fabric down the center, dropping it as it pooled at your ankles.
โHongjoong!โ you yelled, looking down to what was left of your outfit. When you glared back at him, his eyes were anywhere but your face. His lip pulled between his teeth as he flopped back onto the couch. He took in your shocked expression waving you off, โIโll buy you a new one, come here.โ
His hand reached for you, pulling you to stand in between his legs. He practically growled, his hands running on either side of your body before hooking his fingers into the band of your underwear. He inhaled, and you watched his face twist into a back and forth of anger and want.
You were begging for him to do something, feeling vulnerable being the only one underdressed in the room. He mocked your pout, โIs my little brat getting impatient?โ
You glared at him, not wanting to admit he was right. He leaned up to grab your chin, pulling you down to line with his face, โGood. Get on my lap.โ
He did not have to ask twice, you were feeling desperate at this point. For him to keep his hands on you for more than just a second, to help take care of the growing need between your legs. Anything.
He let out a dry laugh at your eagerness but didnโt bring any more attention to it. You knew as much as you were getting antsy, he was as well. You could feel just how much this all was affecting him against your lower stomach.
โRemind me again, how many men looked at you during my set?โ he breathed out, his hand massaging your upper thigh as he awaited your answer. You licked your lips, attempting to give some relief to your dry mouth and throat, โEight.โ
โLook at that! You can listen.โ he faked enthusiasm. Your eyes rolled in response, catching it immediately after and being thankful that it didnโt seem like he had noticed.
You wouldโve known if he had.
โNow, Iโd assume you remember the rules. Right?โ His hand drifted to slide up to your left cheek, fingers digging in to massage the area as your eyes shut. You nodded. โIf I have to remind you of verbal confirmation one more time, you can take care of yourself tonight.โ he stated firmly and you knew he had meant it. It wouldnโt have been the first time he denied you of progressing.
โYes.โ
โWhat are they?โ he asked flatly, as if he was growing bored of the entire situation.
โCount and thank you after every one.โ you shakily explained earning a hum of approval. โAnd if itโs too much?โ he questioned, his fingers moving between your legs and faintly tracing your panties over your folds causing you to whine. โI use the safe word.โ You had to stop yourself from chasing his hand because you knew that would also end the night. Especially with him in this mood.
He laughed softly, โYouโre doing so good for me. Who knows, you might get a treat tonight after all.โ
You whimpered, nodding without caring how desperate you looked. You needed him to hurry at this point.
Before you could respond back, his hand came down hard against your ass. Typically he would gradually grow in force, but it seemed like you had really pissed him off tonight. Your eyes shut, your body jolting as you bit down on your lip. He cleared his throat expectantly. You took a deep breath, โOne. Thank you.โ
He smiled, rubbing the area before lifting his hand again.
You waited, knowing that this was already going to be an issue for you to sit later if this was how he was starting off.
Another hard slap.
Tears already built at the brim of your eyes as you kept them clamped shut, โTwo. Thank you.โ
โEyes open, I want to see those pretty eyes cry.โ he spoke through his teeth, he sounded as frustrated as you felt. You quickly opened them without a second thought. He leaned over, using his free hand to tilt your chin towards him.
Your face was flushed, the tears that threatened to spill poured over and took your mascara along with it down the sides of your face. He smiled at you, leaning down to place his lips against your forehead, โMy beautiful girl.โ
The tone change caused a sob to fall from your lips, your heart skipping at the name.
You saw his eyes shift, growing darker before he released you to lean back against the couch, โItโs a shame you have to be such a problem, we couldโve had a nice night tonight if you had just shown up and behaved.โ
You frowned, wanting nothing more than to get to the best part. To have him. He sighed, โBut thatโs why you do this, isnโt it? You make me crazy because you know youโll get punished for it. You love to be a brat.โ
Your bottom lip was caught in your teeth, he wasnโt wrong. Thatโs why the two of you worked so well, you liked to piss him off and he liked reminding you who was in control. The brat and the brat tamer. The only man who was able to keep you in check and the only woman who was able to get under his skin.
Without warning, his hand came down again. Hitting the same spot as before and making you see stars, the sting worse than any other time he had spanked you before. You let out a shaky breath, your voice barely above a whisper, โThree. Thank you.โ
โThank you, who?โ he cooed, massaging again and soothing some of the burn. โThank you, Captain.โ you corrected yourself as your head fell forward. You could feel him twitch against your stomach, the ache between your legs only growing with the knowledge that just saying his nickname could cause such a reaction from him.
Hearing the name only fueled him, breaking whatever restraint he was barely using up until this moment before finishing off the remaining five blows. Each slap was harder than the last, which you didnโt think was physically possible. You were sobbing, your legs were shaking, and he was having the time of his life. Laughing at every tear that fell to the floor.
He gave you some time to collect yourself, sniffling and swatting at the liquid on your face as he pawed at your inflamed skin. You brought your hands back to his thigh, gripping as best you could to push yourself up. Thinking of how exactly you would be able to sit comfortably for the next few days.
He froze, his hands stilling against you, โWhat do you think youโre doing?โ
You looked at him quizzically, unable to find your voice as his hand slid to push your chest back down. He faked a gasp, โYou didnโt think you were done, did you?โ
He tskโd, shaking his head as his hand moved back to your right cheek. โNo, no, no, you misunderstood. Itโs eight on both sides, not eight in total.โ
You looked at him with wide eyes, opening your mouth to protest before he silenced you with a glare. โAfter the shit youโve pulled tonight youโre lucky I didnโt add an extra eight.โ He furrowed his brows at you. You knew you couldnโt fight back on it, nor did you really want to.
His hand cupped the side of your face, he moved his thumb to wipe away your tears, โYouโve been so good, let's not start acting up now.โ
You nodded, slowly and carefully repositioning yourself across his lap.
โDid you like having Seonghwaโs hands grabbing at you tonight? Having his lips on your neck?โ he asked, catching you off guard before his hand smacked down against you. A yelp falling from your lips. โAnswer me.โ he demanded, lifting his hand again.
โNo.โ you responded with what you knew he wanted to hear.
โWere you trying to get a rise out of me, or did you just want to be a slut?โ
His hand came down again, not having soothed the area, causing you to cry out. โI wanted to make you mad.โ you answered honestly. He rewarded that with massaging fingers against your skin, humming in approval. โYou just wanted my attention? Is that what it was?โ His voice was light, a teasing tone behind it. The same one that always made your breath hitch and your core throb.
โYes.โ
โWell, you have it now.โ
Slap.
โYouโre not going to let another man touch you like you did tonight. You understand me?โ
Slap.
โYes.โ
โYes, what?โ
Slap.
โYes, Captain. Thank you.โ
โIโm the only one who gets to see you like this. Who gets to make you look this pathetic.โ
Slap.
โYes, Captain. Thank you.โ
โYouโre mine. You understand?โ
Slap.
โYes, Captain. Thank you.โ
โRemind me again, what number are we on?โ he taunted, taking a break to your relief. His hand squeezing and kneeling your right cheek as you steadied your breathing. โSeven. Thank you, Captain.โ
He smirked, โGood girl. Almost done then.โ
His hand came down a final time, nearly knocking the air from your lungs. Your body feeling broken as you realized he was nowhere near done with you. He was just getting started.
โEight. Thank you, Captain.โ Your body deflated as you let out a breath you werenโt aware you were even holding.
โDonโt tell me I wrecked you already?โ he moved his free hand to stroke the back of your hair as you hung nearly boneless across his thighs. His other hand moved from your ass to between your legs, his fingers swirling to collect the mess you had made under the black fabric. He groaned, trailing two fingers to slide against you. Your chest heaving against him at the sensation.
He removed his hand, โGet up.โ
You did your best to stand on your wobbling legs, your knees nearly giving out as you pushed yourself upright. He held his two soaked fingers up, using the other hand to point at the spot on the floor in front of him.
Shakily, you crouched down until your knees dug into the synthetic fibers of the rug. You attempted to recline back to sit against your heels, your body screaming the second your ass had touched your calves.
He leaned forward, a satisfied smirk on his face as he placed his hand in front of your face. โYouโre gonnaโ do what you're told this time, arenโt you?โ he tilted his head, his eyes scanning your face. He pressed his fingers on your bottom lip, โOpen.โ
You did without hesitation, allowing him to slide them against your tongue. โClean your filth off of me.โ he stated before pushing his fingers further. You closed your lips around them, sucking them as you stared up at him through your lashes. You hallowed your cheeks, your tongue wrapping around them as you sucked him further into your mouth.
He leaned forward, grabbing your neck and pulling you towards him. His fingers sliding towards the back of your throat causing you to gag. He laughed, holding you there as your eyes began to water. You let him, not daring to move despite the burning sensation.
โGood girl.โ he praised, releasing his hold and removing his fingers.
He rested into the back of the couch, โIโve done so much for you tonight and what have you done for me?โ
His question was rhetorical, his hand moving to undo the belt around his waist. He unbuttoned his pants, pushing them open before looking at you expectantly.
You sat up to grab at the zipper, undoing it before hooking your fingers into the waistline of his pants and sliding them down to his ankles. He grabbed his underwear, shoving them off and kicking the clothing from his ankles. His erection slapping against his stomach, leaking and pink. You knew he was getting impatient, he wouldnโt be able to hold off much longer from giving you exactly what you wanted.
He pulled you closer, bundling your hair into his palm before holding it up and away from your face. You licked your lips, mouth nearly watering at the sight of him.
โDonโt just look at it, suck it.โ he gritted.
You did not need to be told twice. You leaned down, your tongue trailing against the underside of his dick. You started at the base, licking up the length of him as he took in a deep breath through his nose. His eyes shut as his head fell back. You reached the top and opened your mouth to take him in, getting halfway down before needing to collect yourself.
The thing about Hongjoong was that his confidence wasnโt unwarranted. Any man with what he had in his pants would be arrogant beyond belief. Not only was he long, but he was thick. It always took you some time to adjust to his size.
He exhaled sharply, โIs that big mouth of yours only good for pissing me off?โ
You took a breath through your nose before pushing yourself down further, taking him into the back of your throat. His mouth fell open, his hand that held your hair keeping you against him for a moment before letting you bring yourself back up. You repeated this. Your nose would touch his pelvic bone and heโd keep you still, letting out small whimpers before releasing his hold.
โYouโre doing so good.โ he whispered, looking down to take in your state between his legs, โSo fucking good, baby.โ
The pet name made you moan, your throat vibrating around him as he groaned. His hand sets a pace to thrust into your mouth, pushing your head to meet his hips.
โWhat? You like that?โ he spoke in a broken voice between thrusts. You moaned in agreement, causing him to shutter at the sensation of your throat.
He balled your hair in his fist as he pulled you off of him completely. Saliva dripped down your chin and you looked at him with pleading eyes. He moved his hands to grab your shoulders, lifting you from the floor and pulling you to straddle his lap. His dick pressed against your dripping untouched folds.
He pushed your underwear to the side. His hands unclasping your bra and pulling it off before they found your waist, pressing into it with bruising force as he looked up at you above him. He slid you forward, his tip just grazing your clit as your jaw fell slack. โLook at me.โ he sterned, halting all movements until your eyes found him.
โTell me, do you when I call you baby?โ he asked again, pushing you back painstakingly slowly before pulling you up against him. You nodded, โI do.โ
He hummed, pushing you back again and pulling you forward. His tip hits your bundle of nerves every time causing you to bite down on your lip. โYouโre mine, arenโt you?โ he teased, smirking as he moved his lips to kiss against your chest. โYes.โ you gasped as he turned his head to suck your nipple into his mouth. His tongue swirls around it before biting down lightly. He moved back, โSay it.โ
He kissed up your throat, a hand replacing where his mouth had been as his lips made their way to your face. โTell me youโre mine.โ he spoke softly against your neck, the hand on your waist lifting you from his lap before moving to line himself with your dripping cunt.
You looked at his face, this wasnโt the Hongjoong you were used to. This was vulnerable. It wasnโt just being possessive, it was almost desperate. His eyes scanned you nervously, all dominance he had slowly slipping from him with every second you prolonged your answer. This wasnโt coming from a man you were just messing around with, this was coming from his heart.
You realized after seeing him alongside someone else, regardless of the situation, you never wanted to feel that again. He couldnโt be with anyone else. Your heart sinks just at the idea alone.
โIโm yours.โ
A smile broke across this face, his hand sliding up your chest to grip the back of your neck. He crashed his lips against yours. The kiss was messy and desperate, teeth clashing, heavy breathing, almost as if you were trying to swallow each other whole. Like this level of closeness wasnโt close enough.
His hand on your waist pushed you down onto him. Even with how wet you were, it was still a stretch. It always was. Your hips met his own as he broke the kiss to press his forehead to yours, eyes shut as he regulated his breathing. Your walls squeezing against him as if they were trying to memorize every vein.
โYouโre always so tight for me.โ he breathed out, lifting his head to catch your open lips.
Your chest heaved, your heart racing as you kissed him back. Your hands found his shoulders. Kicking off your heels and pulling your thighs to your chest. You planted your feet onto the couch beside his thighs. He laughed, taking your bottom lip between his teeth, โYou ready?โ
โPlease.โ
His eyes rolled, โBeg me again. Use my name.โ
โHongjoong, please.โ you complied. His eyes met yours, pupils so blown they were nearly completely black. He lifted you and slammed you back down against him and you nearly screamed at the feeling. He was so deep inside of you you could feel it in your stomach.
He picked up his pace, your mind blanking as your jaw hung open. You tried to match his pace, your brain growing fuzzy with every thrust into you. He groaned, โDonโt tap out on me yet, baby. We need to let everyone outside know who you belong to.โ
You moaned at the thought. The idea makes you feel slightly exposed but also excited. He hummed, โFuck. Youโre squeezing me so hard, you like that idea? You want everyone to know youโre my little slut?โ
His mouth found your neck before sliding back to your chest, sucking lovebites into every inch he could get to while bouncing you against him. He took your nipple into his mouth, sucking it with a pop before pressing his head against you, โTell them, baby. Tell them whoโs making you feel this good.โ
You felt that familiar sensation building in the pit of your stomach, barely able to process what he was even saying with how hard he was pounding into you.
A slap against your ass brought you back, a whimper leaving your lips as he glared up at you. โTell them.โ
You managed to get his name out, not nearly as loud as he wanted you to. Earning another slap, your already burning skin feeling as if it was being torn apart. โHongjoong, please.โ you begged louder, tears building once again. โPlease, what baby? Do you even know what you're begging for?โ he spoke through gritted teeth, pushing himself through your tightness. You knew he wasnโt going to be lasting much longer.
He brought his hand between the two of you, his thumb pressing circles into your clit as you shuttered. Your nails digging into his shoulders as he moaned at the sting.
He pistoned up harder, with more force than you knew he was capable of. It felt like he was in your throat, nearly splitting you in half. Hitting relentlessly against the spot that made your vision blurry and your mind static. You couldnโt even remember your own name if he asked, all that was in your head was his.
โYouโre mine.โ he grunted, โMine.โ
You nodded, unable to form words as his thumb worked to tighten the band in your stomach. โOnly I get to fuck you this dumb.โ his voice broke into a whimper as you felt him twitch inside of you. โThis pussy was made for me.โ His head fell back, his eyebrows knitted.
Your body was almost useless, just a mess of almost overstimulating pleasure as you let him move you as fast and hard as he wanted. Just holding on and enjoying the ride as you tried to remind yourself to breathe.
โHongjoong-โ you breathed out, feeling the build up reaching its peak as he nodded. His head fell forward, lips moving to press against yours. โI know, baby, I can feel you.โ
His thumb sped up, โFuck, cum for me like a good girl.โ
As if your body was waiting for those words, the band snapped. Your walls locking around him as your vision went white, your head fell into his shoulder as you moaned out his name.
His pace was relentless as he helped you through your orgasm, holding back on his own until you stilled against him. โFuck, baby, Iโm yours. Iโve always been yours.โ he said as he sped up, chasing his own high while you were clamped around him. โNo one else compares to this.โ he whined.
Your hands planted against him, lifting your face to watch as he fell apart. You kissed up his neck using the small amount of strength you held onto, biting into his skin before moving to his ear. โThen fill me up, Iโm yours.โ
He whimpered, โSay it again.โ
โIโm yours Hongjoong, only yours.โ
He moaned, his hips sputtering as you felt his warm strings of cum coat your insides. The pressure alone made you gasp as you sat completely into his lap, making sure he stayed buried inside of you. His hands blindly gripped at whatever he could find. One wrapping at the back of your neck and the other clutching your hip against him. The burn of it letting you know you would be waking up tomorrow with marks of his fingers.
He pushed into you, bringing you down to kiss your lips. Holding you there until you squeezed him dry. Not wanting to let a single drop of him escape you.
โMine.โ he whispered, kissing you softly.
โMine.โ you smiled, biting his bottom lip.
โAnnoyingly yours.โ he sighed with a grin, pushing you to rest against his chest. You hummed, your hands smoothing over the crinkled fabric of his shirt. A thought breaking through your after sex hazy brain, โWhat did you mean when you said you were making sure Iโd catch you on purpose?โ
He laughed leaning his head to look down at you, โYou really want to have a serious conversation while Iโm still inside of you?โ
โIf not now, when?โ
He chuckled, tapping your hip as he led you to lay on the couch. He took your legs and pulled them across his lap, his fingers working to massage your calves.
He let out a deep breath, โI- Iโve wanted to see if you had any actual feelings for me. If this was something more than just- this.โ He waved a hand over the two of your bodies. โYou said you werenโt looking for something serious, and neither was I- At the start.โ
Your heart skipped a beat, listening to him intently. โBut you.โ he gripped your ankle jokingly, his head falling to face his lap. โIโm not good at this.โ he sighed, โI donโt do this.โ
โAre you trying to tell me you like me?โ you ask, eyes wide as you fully processed the situation in front of you. A smile spread on your face as he flushed. You kicked your feet in his lap, your tone teasing, โEw, Kim Hongjoong do you have feelings for me?โ
โNot anymore.โ he huffed, leaning back into the couch and crossing his arms over his face in defeat. You pushed yourself up as best as you could, your body weak as you grabbed at the front of his shirt and pulled yourself back down with you. He looked at you in shock, catching himself on his hands and hovering over your body. You wrapped your arms around the back of his neck, โThatโs a shame because I think I like you.โ
His face twisted between shock and joy, a smile forming then dropping as if he was expecting you to say you were kidding. โYou do?โ he asked quietly, still gauging your response.
โYou think I just let anyone cum inside me?โ
โYouโre about to go back over my lap.โ he stated flatly.
You laughed, moving up to place your lips against his. He hummed, one of his hands coming to lace into your hair as he pulled you closer. Your heart was full, feeling a new type of feeling in your stomach. Something lighter. Fluttering.
You separated yourself, biting your lip, โAt least take me home first.โ
He smirked, pushing your hair from your eyes and taking a moment to study your face. Almost as if he was trying to remember every detail about this moment.
A loud pounding came from the door, one of the workers calling that they needed to get ready to close for the night. His face suddenly shifted, โPlease tell me you drove here.โ
โI mean I can but it would be a lie.โ
โI gave my keys to the bouncer so Seonghwa could take my stuff home. Itโs nice out, we could walk?โ he asked, settling into your body, his thumb tracing over your cheekbone lazily. โThereโs one teeny problem with that idea.โ You respond, combing your fingers through his sweat filled hair. His eyes closed, leaning into your palm.
โYou ripped my only clothes in half.โ
His eyes shot open, โIโll order us a car.โ
โYes, Iโve always wanted to be half naked in a stranger's car.โ you rolled your eyes. His fingers pinched your lips between this thumb and index finger, forcing you to face him as he shot you a warning look. โIโll let that one go because you just confessed your undying love for me, but donโt push it.โ he moved down to place his lips on yours before removing himself completely.
He grabbed his phone to tap the screen before sliding his pants back on. You reached to snatch your bra from the floor and looped your arms back into it. After he zipped himself, his hands moved to his shirt buttons, undoing them before shrugging it off to reveal a black t-shirt. He passed the button up down to you. You wrapped yourself into it, standing as you pulled it down. It fell just low enough to cover your ass.
He groaned, dragging you into him by the wrist, โYouโre wearing only my clothing from now on.โ
โYour closet is more expensive than mine anyway.โ your muscles screamed at you as you pushed onto your toes to kiss him again. You felt him smile into the kiss, his hand combing through the back of your hair. He moved back to exhale, his eyes bright as he looked down at you, โI like you an embarrassing amount.โ
โWell thank God you finally got that out, it was getting sad.โ you joked. He laughed out a โBratโ before his grip tightened in your hair, slamming his lips back on yours.
His phone chimed and he spoke against your lips, โCar is here.โ
He grabbed his jacket and the two of you slipped out of the room, rushing to make it to the front door. You both passed by his ex. You made sure he couldnโt see you before you extended the hand he wasnโt holding to give her the finger with a smile. She went to follow after you but was held back by her friend.
Once you hit the outside he put you in front of him to place you into the waiting car. You hissed as you sat down. When you were situated you took a breath, not being prepared to move so quickly after the events that just occurred.
When you looked up, a smile broke across your face. โJIHUN!โ you cheered, the same driver from earlier smiling sheepishly back.
Hongjoong shot you a look that was a mixture of confusion and annoyance, pointing to the mirror, โYou know him.โ
โWe go way back.โ
โIs this.. the DJ?โ he asked shyly as he shifted the car into drive.
Hongjoong took off his jacket and placed it over your legs, extending a possessive arm around your shoulders. โYeah, I am.โ He practically pulled you into his lap as he continued to glare at the man in the front. You laughed, resting your head against his shoulder. He moved to whisper into your hair, โDonโt worry, Iโll add him to your next spanking.โ
And you could tell by Jihunโs red face that he had heard him loud and clear, but that was probably exactly what he wanted

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WANT TO FINISH MY YUNHO FIC SOOOO BAD
โ something takes a part of me, you and i were meant to be.
FREAK ON A LEASH [bassist!yeosang x cheerleader!reader] โ college au, exes to fwb to lovers, regina george x rodrick heffley type shi. intended to be read as a standalone, but is tied to dare. wc 23.2k โ yeosang was the starting running back, until he gave up the cowhide leather in his palm for an instrument strapped across his back. you wanted nothing to do with him after he quit football and joined a band, he went from a star to a loser. but still, after everything, no one compares. no one could ever be him. โ smut minors dni | sub-leaning switch!yeosang, dom-leaning switch!reader, toxic behavior, reader is a warning herself. pinv, mommy kink, creampie, oral (both), facesitting, hate sex/jealousy sex, humiliation, dry humping a hand? โ playlist: freak on a leash โ korn / operate โ peaches / crazy bitch โ buckcherry / glamorous โ fergie / feiticeira โ deftones โ thank u beamie duckie for fixing my banner so i didn't rip out my hair. i love u @sungbeam
Two hands at twelve on a Sunday night. Six weeks.
Itโs been six weeks since heโs seen you. Six weeks since heโs felt your manicured nails on his skin, tasted your lip gloss, smelled your designer perfume layered over the lotion heโs massaged into your aching muscles a thousand times. Itโs been six weeks since youโve stood in the doorway of his apartment; he canโt remember the last time you asked to come inside and waited to hear him say yes.ย
Six weeks ago you wouldโve walked in on your own.ย
โHi,โ you mumble, shy. Your shoulders are set, your back straight, your eyes pointed but your glossy, bottom lip is tucked between your teeth. Yeosangโs brows furrow, the pulse point in his neck throbbing, he hopes you canโt hear it like he can, a steady rhythm of bass pounding in his eardrums.
โHi,โ he mutters, confused, starstruck, and relieved all at once.ย
โCan I come in?โ you ask, eyes sliding behind him, peering into his apartment. Baby pink sweatpants sit low on your hips, your white, strappy tank barely meeting the waistband, showing a sliver of your skin that makes Yeosangโs short nails curl into his front door.ย
He steps to the side, allowing you entrance as he mumbles, โSure.โย
Thereโs flip-flops on your feet, showing off your toes always lined with white, thin, silver rings clamped on the middles. A miniature pink purse sits on your shoulder, you let it fall down to hold it loosely between your fingers as you glance around, taking in the sight of his apartment that hasnโt changed.ย
โI thought you wouldโve gotten rid of the football posters,โ you say absentmindedly, as if itโs normal for you to be here, as if you didnโt shatter his heart to shrapnel six weeks ago.ย
โI still like football,โ Yeosang closes the door behind him, but he lingers, fingertips still touching the oak. โMy priorities are the only thing that changed.โย
โChanged,โ you repeat, turning to face him, blowing annoyed amusement through your nose. โYou ruined your future, thatโs what you did.โย
Yeosang sighs. โIf thatโs what you believe.โย
โItโs what I know.โ You throw a hand on your hip. โWhy havenโt you texted me? You havenโt reached out once.โย
Yeosang lets his bare shoulderblades touch the door, letting the cool wood seep into his skin as he counters, โYou broke up with me. What did you want me to say?โ
You shrug, hands waving in the air on either side of you, purse swinging as you all but whisper, โSomething.โ Thereโs an edge to your voice, one that makes his gut rumble, something deep and low. โYou could have said anything, Yeosang.โย
โYou made a choice,โ Yeosang keeps his tone calm, soft. โI respected it.โย
Your top lifts in distaste, taking a step towards him. โGod forbid you actually disagree with me on something.โ
โIsnโt acceptance better?โ Yeosangโs voice goes shallow, airy. He can smell you and itโs making his head fuzzy, his knees weak. He wonders how long itโll take to get the smell out this time.ย
โDefine better,โ you take another step towards him, eyes flickering over his build. The shorts on his legs, hanging too low for company, the lack of a shirt on his upper half. You drink him in like you missed him.ย
โWhy are you here?โ
โI need,โ you start, full of confidence, but you cut yourself off. Standing just a foot away from him, Yeosangโs head is angled downward to see you, the first thing he notices is the shift in your breathing. Quicker, shallow breaths, you conjure as much certainty as you can to say, โI want you.โย
Yeosangโs brows raise, length opening an eye in his basketball shorts. You donโt give him a chance to respond, running your fingers through your styled hair, voice pitched with impatience.ย
โNo one else gets it,โ you mutter, stress bleeding through your words. โYouโre different. You get it, you get me.โย
โWhat do I get?โ Yeosangโs whispering, he needs to know, even if heโs scared you might change your mind and push past him if he asks. Heโs terrified that giving in will alter his brain chemistry. โWhy me?โ
โYeosang,โ you say his name like it relays everything. He keeps your stare even if he wants to look away, like he was facing a bull, dressed in crimson and there was no way in hell heโd win, but something forces him to stand his ground. Maybe itโs because he knows you just as well as you know him.
โI know your priorities have changed,โ your voice lowers, but you keep your eyes on him like you know his defense is already stripped. Like all you had to do was say the magic word and heโd be putty in your palms once more. โBut if thereโs any part of you that still wants me at all, I need a favor. I needโฆ I need toโฆ I want to fuck you.โ
Yeosang can hear his own heartbeat. He can feel the sweat prickling his skin at the back of his neck, on his pecs, at the base of his spine. His eyes blow wide, swallowing down his shock, hesitance making him blink at you, lips parting.ย
You groan, hands coming up to cup your cheeks, covering your eyes. โPlease say something,โ you mutter, โitโs humiliating enough that Iโm even here right now.โ
โI,โ Yeosang starts, but his voice cracks on the singular word. Clearing his throat, he shakes his head a little, โI donโt understand.โ
โWhat is there to understand?โ Your arms stretch out on either side of you, bewildered that Yeosang didnโt immediately respond yes, that he wasnโt on his hands and knees begging for it. โWe had one good thing, Yeosang.โย
It hurts his chest, like your manicured hand pierced his skin, reached right for his heart and squeezed. You had plenty of good things, several good things, your relationship was damn near perfect before he quit football. Before he joined Jayโs band.ย
You take a step towards him and he can see the last six months flash before his eyes.
โYou donโt miss me?โ Your voice is softer now, dripping in a fake sweetness that makes his breathing manual, he can feel the heat of your body.ย
Low, almost a whisper, Yeosang says, โI do.โ
Your lips curve at the corner, glossy, sparkling and edible. Like heโd given you the green light, your voice coated in candy, you ask, โCan I take care of you?โ
Yeosangโs brows knit together ever so slightly, a sign of want, of need. All he can muster is a tiny, whimpered, โPlease.โ
You donโt kiss him.
You drop to your knees, eyes on his, staring up over your forehead. Slowly, your purse falls to the floor beside you, your fingers reach up to the waistband of his shorts. Yeosangโs brows are already tied together, back arched, hips bent toward you while his shoulders stay flush to the door.
โDo you want to cum in my mouth, or inside me?โ
Yeosang sucks in a sharp breath, hollowing out his stomach, abdomen flexing. โWherever you want me to.โ
Your smile is wide and true as you tug his shorts down to his thighs, his cock springing out, slapping against the skin between his veiny hipbones. Pupils dilating like you were starved, like Yeosang was your last meal, you licked your lips, muttering a curse under your breath.ย
Yeosangโs hips twitch toward you, โPlease.โ
โDonโt beg,โ your eyes flicker upward again. โThe fact that youโre this hard when I havenโt even touched you is pathetic.โ
A small, tight moan slips from between his lips, cock jumping, face scrunched up in pleasure. Your soft, dainty hand finds the base of his length, sliding up over his tip, your palm rolling against his slit, spreading the slick thatโd already begun dribbling down the side. The sound he makes should be embarrassing, itโs deafening, laying over the silence of the room, loud and sharp and needy.ย
โQuiet.โ The order isnโt harsh, but itโs not fully confident, either. Your eyes flicker upward again like you needed to see if heโd listen, like itโd give you confirmation to continue. His lips fold between his teeth and your knees part further on the floor, other hand wrapping around his cock, the two holding him in full.ย
He fights his own instinct to rock his hips into your hands. His breathing is verbal, heavy, chest rising and lowering, muscles contracting as you squeeze, but donโt move. You stay there for a second, testing him, his restraint, his controlโ he assumes he passes when you guide his tip toward your glossy lips, tongue poking out to lick over his slit, soft and flat and wet.ย
Your lips wrap around him and the dull thud of the back of his head hitting the door sounds through the room. Taking him into your mouth, hands falling to his hips, he groans as your tongue massages the underside of his length, sliding down until your nose meets the tuft of hair at his base.ย
โS-shit,โ he grinds out, โsโgood.โ
You hum around him, vibrating his cock, his hips twitch into your mouth. He glances downward, but you donโt react, you start bobbing your head, working up a rhythm. His hands dig into the wood behind him, whines escaping from his lips one after another, pitched and loud and embarrassing, but he doesnโt care.ย
Itโs been six weeks.ย
Gagging yourself on him, he whimpers, thighs shaking from how hard heโs trying to keep himself composed. You can feel the way heโs climbing, reaching out for euphoria, silently begging you to let him paint your throat white, you bring him as close as you can to his peak before youโre pushing off him with a pop.ย
His hips follow, a muddled curse rolling off his tongue, two fists banging against the door behind him. You huff a laugh, licking your lips that curve into a sly grin, โThat quick?โ
His chest is heaving, golden skin splotched with shapes of pink, his face angled and sharp with denial. โIโ, I donโtโโ
โGo. On the couch.โ You donโt move from where youโre planted on the hardwood, ass on your calves, staring up at him. He listens, still trying to catch his breath, pulling his shorts down to his ankles before he sits back on the deep brown couch, waiting for you.ย
Standing before him now, you donโt waste any time pulling your sweatpants down, leaving the pink, lacy panties with a bow at the center of the waistband on your hips. Yeosangโs eyes flock to it like a moth to a flame, his favorite. So cute, so dainty, so you, absentmindedly he almost reaches for his cock that leaks onto his abdomen.ย
โLast longer,โ your voice is firm, direct. โYou donโt cum until I do. Okay?โย
His nod is eager, โY-yes.โ
You kick your sweats and your panties off before you swing a leg over his lap, a manicured hand finding the base of his length again. Yeosang hisses out a curse, you lick your lips, watching him react. Tummy flexing, muscles still just as defined as they were six weeks ago, you note that heโs still going to the gym. Nothingโs changed except his hair color, what was once a pretty blonde was now a neon green, ends tipped with black, a foul pair of hues. You look at his pretty face instead, his pecs that sit flexed, his cute, pink nipples that pebbled in the open air of his living room.ย
You lift yourself to line him up with your core, bracing yourself for the stretch, itโs been over a month since youโve sat on his length and fuck you werenโt prepped even a little. Sliding his tip through your folds, wetness coating him, dripping down the width of him, you take your time guiding him inside you, letting yourself feel every inch, every vein, each twitch of his cock that pulsed as you sank down.ย
Yeosangโs head tips back, groaning, hands finding your hips. โOh my god.โ
You moan as your thighs meet his, fully seated, mounted onto him like he was your throne. Clenching around him, breath picking up, your heart pounds against your ribs at how good he feels inside you. You missed this, you missed him, the way he feels, the sounds he makes, how easy and compliant he is, always.ย
His fingers squeeze, โT-tight, baby. So tightโ shit.โ
Yeosang feels like he could bust at any second. Six weeks without sex, without you, it was blowing his fucking mind and you havenโt even moved yet. It feels so good, itโs so wrong, you arenโt together, he doesnโt even know who else youโve been with. He doesnโt care; he still loves you. The way you look at him, the way your skin feels on his, the way you can read every single one of his expressions, he doesnโt have to say a word. He loves how you take care of him. He loves how easy it is for you to make him cum.ย
He missed your smell. He missed your smile. He missed the way you order him around and the way his body responds without his brain.ย
โGonna move,โ you whisper. โTake it.โ
You start rocking your hips and Yeosangโs head snaps forward again, eyes wide, jaw slack. Itโs so good, you feel so fucking good, clenching around him like he was nothing but a toy. He watches your chest bounce beneath your tank, no bra, your nipples poking through the thin, useless fabric.ย
His hands follow his thoughts, pushing the hem over the peak of your breasts, cupping them in his palms, thumbs running over your peaked nipples. So fucking pretty, his mouth waters, he needsโ
โGo ahead,โ you sigh, moving your hair away from your face, over your shoulders.ย
He leans forward, lips wrapping around your nipple, his hand massaging the other, brows knitted together like heโd died and gone to heaven. Satisfied wasnโt the word, pure bliss, his mouth occupied, your hips moving in a dirty grind against his cock, beautiful, pitched noises leaving your lips, music to his ears.ย
He feels alive again, itโs so easy to ignore that this is wrong. He shouldnโt be doing this. The ramifications of his actions will be too heavy to bear, a weight on his shoulders for the weeks to come, he doesnโt care, not when your moans grow louder, head tipping back, core clenching around him with every other drag of your hips, chasing an orgasm heโd never deny you.ย
Heโd never deny you anything.ย
Your hands find his hair, pulling his head backward, you stare into him, his eyes glossed over, his swollen, pink lips parted, so beautiful you want to lean down and kiss him. You donโt, though, it feels too intimate, like itโd send the wrong message, like you wanted him for something more than his cock poking at your cervix.ย
โPlease,โ he mumbles, voice lagged and heavy with arousal, โneed to feel you cum around me, wantโ need to fill you up.โ
You moan a curse, lifting your hips, dropping them down against his cock harshly, picking up your pace to chase the pressure thatโs steadily building in your gut. So pretty, so beautiful, so yours, you mumble a question you donโt register asking, โHave you fucked anyone else?โ
Heโs quick to answer, โNo.โ
Youโre glad you asked. You laugh a little, a small, tiny breath of amusement, โOf course not.โ
He grunts when you clench around him, like it gets you off knowing that in the six weeks youโve been apart he hasnโt even looked at anyone else. Heโs spent the last six weeks in class, in Jayโs garage, or here, on his couch with his bass on his lap, playing the same song over and over. Practicing, thinking, debating on whether or not he made a mistakeโ he never thought quitting football would make him lose you, too.ย
But here you were, back in his apartment, wrapped around him like no time had passed, as if you never ended things with him in the first place, like you didnโt ghost him for six weeks. Itโs not like he reached out, either, you made it clear that if he wasnโt on the team, you had no business being together. Who was Yeosang to argue with you about what you wanted?
The captain of the cheerleading team and a running back, you liked him in uniform, with shoulder pads and cleats and his fingers wrapped around brown leather. You liked it when he was practicing on the field and the cheerleading team was in the corner, rehearsing, doing stunts on the turf. You liked it when you were both sweaty and high off adrenaline and youโd meet eyes across the green, thinking about what came later. You liked it when he won games, when you could run over and jump in his arms and kiss him stupid, then fuck him in congratulation afterward.
You built a routine together, one that wasnโt officialโbecause that seemed to be the norm on this campus, at this ageโand a routine built off instability rarely had a happy ending. Part of Yeosang saw it as a ticking time-bomb, one that met its inevitable end.ย
Skin wet like you were dripping in condensation, your body moved against Yeosangโs like you were built for him. Like no one else in the world could make you feel this good, he could hear it in how you sang for him, how reactive you were to his touch, to him. You were the one that missed him, thatโs the only explanation for you showing up unannounced, mere days after he heard the rumours about you and Jaemin.ย
Now youโre here. And he let you in so easily.
โYโfeel so good,โ you moan, fingers curling into his shoulders. His hands find your hips again, guiding you on his length at the pace that always made you cum quick, his hips angled to curve into the spot at the front of your walls. โYeosang!โ You clench around him again and he bites down a curse. โIโm close.โ
His brows knitted together, jaw slack, middle flexing over and over, he focuses on angling himself at that same spot, moving you at the same pace, a fixed rhythm, using your sounds as motivation to keep himself anchored.ย
You reach down between your bodies, fingers circling your clit and heโs thinking of anything he can to stop himself from coming. A whimper escapes him, pitched and needy and pathetic, he knows it is. You gasp before clenching around him, hard, your body trembling, legs shaking on either side of his body, Yeosang smiles.ย
โYes, cumming fโme,โ he sounds ragged, rambling out of arousal. โSo pretty, so sexy, missed you sโmuch. Let me fill you up, please? Please let me.โ
Your hips pick up in pace on their own, it drives him crazy. Heโs moaning, fingertips pressing into your hips, his mouth unmoving because his orgasm is so close he can taste it.ย
โCum for me,โ you soothe, voice encouraging and full of praise. โMade me feel so good, you deserve it. Wanna feel you, Yeo.โ
Itโs enough to push him over, stuttering a groan as he empties himself inside you, hips bucking up into yours as he feels every second of release. Six weeks without sex is a long time.ย
You stay there for a moment, hands warm on his skin, controlling your breathing until your heart rate slows into something regulated. Yeosang keeps his eyes on you, watching, feeling, etching the memory into his mind because he doesnโt know if itโll happen again. He doesnโt know how long heโll go without you this time. Maybe forever.ย
Then youโre lifting yourself off him, standing on his rug before the couch, fixing your white tank, reaching for your panties and your sweatpants. He waits for you to speak.ย
Your lips flatten as you tug your clothes up to your hips, โCan I use your bathroom before I go?โ
A slow nod from Yeosang, a small mumble of of course.ย
He fixes his clothes, pulls his briefs and his shorts back over his hips, then leans back into the couch, letting himself relax into the plush. Letting himself feel. It feels like his birthday to have you in his apartment โ but to sleep with him? Because you missed him? Thereโs a rush of giddiness inside him, one blooming from his chest to the tips of his fingers, you missed him as much as he missed you.ย
His heart beats to the sound of your flip flops smacking through his apartment, he opens his eyes to you grabbing your tiny little pink purse from the floor, reaching inside for your lip gloss.ย
He feels like he should say something. Ask something. Heโs scared youโll leave without a word if he doesnโt.ย
โHeyโโ
โLook,โ you cut him off, screwing the cap back onto your gloss, shoving it in your miniature purse. โIโm sorry I came over unannounced, it wonโt happen again. I justโฆ I needed that.โ
โIt can happen again.โ He doesnโt want it to be over. โI get it.โ
You sigh, a hand on your hip, โIt shouldnโt happen again. We arenโt ever going to be anything, Yeosang.โ
โThen why come back?โ He sits forward a little. โWhy fuck me? And not Jaemin?โ
Your eyes widen like he caught you red-handed. You stand a little straighter as you swing your purse over your shoulder, โLeave Jaem out of this.โ
โOkay,โ Yeosang nods, shrugging, internally despising that you just called him Jaem. โI will. Whatever makes you happy.โ
Your eyes find the floor, shoulders slouching ever so slightly. โI have to go,โ you mumble, not meeting his eye. โI have practice early tomorrow.โ
He watches, he hears you as you leave, as your flip flops smack down the hallway outside of his apartment. He wishes he had the balls to ask you to stay. He looses a breath he didnโt know he was holding, running a hand through his sweaty hair, cursing under his breath when he looks at his fingers and sees green.ย
He smacks his teeth together, the box the neon-green dye came in said it wouldnโt bleed. Disappointed in the hair dye, disappointed in you, disappointed in himself, he knows in his soul he shouldnโt have fucked you. It restarted all the progress heโs made the past six weeks, coming to terms with the fact that you and him were over, that he had a new life now. Heโs different now.ย
He terminated his contract and bleached his head. He dyed it green, texted Jay, asked if he still had the spot open in his band, to which Jay responded hell yeah and Yeosang hauled his ass to his garage with his bass strapped over his back.ย
In six weeks, heโs played two shows. Everything was just starting to feel right.
Thereโs fear stemming at the base of his spine, that thirty minutes of his life, thirty minutes of sharing saliva and being inside of you would destroy all the work heโs put in. Everything heโs already changed. Everything he already loves.ย
Because in the back of his mind, at the bottom of his heart, he knows he loves you more than all of it.ย
He doesnโt see you again for another three weeks.ย
You made good on your promise, not swinging by his apartment again. It took days to get the smell of you out of his living room, again. He still smells the couch cushions daily just in case. Maybe a part of him wishes it lingered.ย
He doesnโt reach out, though. He doesnโt text. He doesnโt DM. He doesnโt go anywhere near the places you frequent on campus. If you miss him, youโd let him know. Youโd show him. Somehow.
Yeosang thinks maybe this is your way of saying it, in the Arts Building, nowhere near the lecture hall majority of your classes are in. Did you change your schedule? Forced into taking another elective for the sake of credits? Thereโs no reason for you to be walking towards him in a denim skirt so small he can almost see the lacy pair of panties beneath it.ย
Your face is pointed like you had an agenda. All Yeosang can do is sit there, in the common space, on the same cushioned chair he always sat in, sketch pad on his lap, waiting for you to approach him, to speak.ย
But you donโt.ย
You walk past him, heeled feet somehow clinking against the carpet-covered floor. Your head doesnโt move but your eyes stay on him until heโs in your peripherals, your chin up, shoulders squared, back straight, Yeosang canโt take his eyes off you. Denim kissing the crease where your ass meets your thighs, the shadow above your waistband showing the indent of your spine, the muscles in your calves flexing with each step, he swings his legs around to the front of the chair just so he can watch you leave.
Moth to a flame.ย
He curses himself for how easily he gives in to you. You let him see you because you wanted him to see you, you wanted yourself on his mind, you wanted him to go home and sit on his bed with a fist wrapped around his length, recalling the last memory of it being your mouth, instead.ย
He shoves his sketchbook into his bag, throws it over his shoulder, and hauls himself outside. Screw his last class, heโd look at the notes online, maybe. He doesnโt really care what heโs about to miss. He needs to grow a backbone, needs to strengthen his mind so you canโt penetrate his mental walls so effortlessly. Already heโs stirring beneath his cargos, he needs to go somewhere, he needs to do something, he refuses to go back to his apartment and lose time thinking about you.ย
Impulse brings him outside of campus. Hours walking through busy streets of the city, listening to music and chatter from restaurants, the traffic rushing between them, he finds comfort in the sunshine on his skin, making his head feel hot, his cheeks feel pink.ย
Impulse brings him to a piercing shop. Brow quirked, lips pursed, there isnโt much thought in his head as impulse pushes his legs inside.ย
By ten heโs at home again, throwing his bag on the couch, turning on the speaker in the corner of the room just to fill the silence while he lights a joint. In the kitchen, he makes himself dinner, the thought occurs that he was out for so long and didnโt eatโ routine and discipline embedded in his veins makes him pull out meal-prepped food from his fridge.
Half a joint burned to ash and a meal digested, heโs only half-satisfied, he wonders when the practices that years of playing football have embedded in him will fade. If heโll ever just be Yeosang again, instead of an ex-running-back, or the guy who dropped football for a bass guitar.ย
He debates checking his phone, calling Jongho, calling Aven, someone to occupy his fucking time, to ease his thoughts, so his fuzzy mind doesnโt hyperfixate on everything being different. So he can forget that he saw you today.ย
Three knocks sound at his door, loud, angry noises that make him jump where he stood beside the counter. He runs to the front door, swinging it open, about to open his mouth when you barrel past him into his living room like a fucking fly buzzing past his ear.ย
โYou looked at me today.โ
Youโre angry. Eyes pointed, chest puffed out, brows chiseled and furrowed, Yeosang looks behind him like maybe he isnโt on the receiving end of this. Seeing nothing but an empty hallway, he closes the door behind him, and turns to you again.ย
โOkay?โ He asks, says, itโs genuine. What answer is he supposed to have?
Youโre in a sports bra and shorts that cling to your body. They reach high, over your belly button, but the hem squeezes right at the tips of your thighs, painted onto your skin. Yeosangโs breath turns manual as he takes in every detail, how your outfit doesnโt leave anything to the imagination, not that itโs anything he hasnโt seen before.
โDonโt do that,โ you huff, hands on your hips, a wristlet hanging from your silver-covered forearm. Three bracelets, bangles, sparkly, they hang off your wrist, still dancing together, sounding like wind chimes on a summer day.ย
โOkay,โ Yeosangโs brows furrow ever so slightly. โI wonโt.โ
โGod, you piss me off,โ you start pacing, hands on your forehead, walking back and forth in his entryway, if he could even call it that. If you open his front door, youโre already inside of his living room. โYou do understand that I want nothing to do with you, right? That weโre not together?โ
Yeosang nods, slowly, brows still furrowed like there are a million points heโs missing. โIโm very aware.โ
โThen donโt look at me like that!โ You finally stop in the middle of the room, voice loud, accompanied by the wind chimes on your wrist and the music coming from Yeosangโs speaker. โDonโt look at me like you still have some sort of feelings for me. Especially in public, Yeosang, I donโt need anyone asking me questions about you.โ
His arms cross over his chest, once again dumbfounded, unsure of how to reply.ย
Your arms fall to your sides, eyes slimming. โWhatโs in your ears?โ
His head cocks to the side, fingers coming up to touch his ears, suddenly reminded when it stings that he filled them with metal today. Simply, he responds, โEarrings.โ
Then youโre marching up to him, manicured hands in his hair, pushing it off his face. Youโre so pretty, skin soft, eyelashes long, coated in black. Sunkissed, like youโd just come from an outdoor practice, a little flushed with exertion, as if it wasnโt just after eleven. Youโre talking, he canโt hear you, lost in your features, wondering how itโs possible for someone to exist this beautifully.
โYeosang,โ you urge, itโs a warning, stealing his attention. His brows raise in question. โThe green hair was enough. What else are you gonna do to ruin yourself?โ
โAre you my mother or something?โ It slips out of his mouth, instinctive, he smacks his lips together. He blames the weed, the lingering smell of sweat on your skin, your face so close to his, his head is fuzzy. He short-circuited.
Your eyes darken, thinning, your hands fall to your sides. โWhat did you just say?โ
โNothing,โ he shakes his head. โI wanted earrings, so I got them.โ
โDonโt change the subject,โ you bite. โWhat did you just say to me? Say it again.โ
He swallows, eyes meeting the floor. Voice quiet, under his breath, he answers, โI asked if youโre my mother.โ
You laugh, a short, chopped sound of feigned amusement, it makes goosebumps rise on his arms.
โDid you finally learn how to fight back?โ Your arms cross, pushing up your chest in your sports bra, Yeosang averts his eyes elsewhere. โTo me, of all people. The one person you shouldnโt argue with.โ
His eyes flicker upward, meeting your irritated stare. โWhy not? We arenโt together, are we?โ
From annoyed to impressed to angry, Yeosang watches your face morph into each emotion, a dance of your eyebrows and a scrunch of your lips. He canโt believe he said it, and neither can you.ย
โNo,โ your voice lowers, quieter now. โBut if there was any chance of us fucking again, itโs gone.โ
Yeosangโs eyes flicker down to your chest then, and he canโt find it in himself to feel guilty for it. If he doesnโt know when heโs going to see it again, then he might as well etch it to memory now.
โYou know,โ you start, eyes twinkling with mischief, a snag in your smile. โItโs funny you used that as an insult, of all things. Am I your mother.โย
Yeosang doesnโt respond, but his chest feels heavy. Like he already knows where this is headed.
You take a step forward, close enough that Yeosang can smell the lingering sweat on your skin. He can see the remnants, too, a gloss on the highest point of your cheekbones, over your brows. It melts into your perfect skin, skin you care for daily, every morning, every night. Heโs watched you complete your routine enough times to know it was time-consuming and expensive; he knows each and every step, the ingredients in each product, how much they cost.ย
โThere was a time you used to call me somethingโฆ similar,โ you pop a brow, the snag in your grin widening to a smirk. โRemember?โ Yeosang gives you a ghost of a nod, barely a twitch of his head. You cock your head, โRemind me, it seems to have slipped my mind. Weird.โย
Yeosangโs jaw clenches, embarrassment flaming in his cheeks. He can feel his Adamโs apple move as his throat bobs, like a lump of shame he canโt pass. Quietly, almost under his breath, he mumbles the word. The reminder.
โWhat was that?โ your voice is playful, a sing-song tone. Like youโre eating up every fucking second of this. โSay it louder. With your chest, Yeosang.โ
His eyes find the floor, his pale, bare feet a contrast to the hardwood. He says it quicker, louder, a one-syllable confession like he despised the curve of his lips as he said it, โMommy.โ
You smack your teeth, and your grin spreads from ear to ear. โRight, thatโs it, canโt believe I forgot!โ
Yeosang glares from under his brows, despising the rush of adrenaline he knows is coursing through you at the title on his tongue. A word he used to say proudly, more often than he shouldโve, a word that used to push you past the finish line if he said it coated in a desperate whine. Right now, all itโs doing is feeding your already-huge ego.
โAre you finished?โ Yeosang asks, and the question is honest. Without remnants of a snide tone, no snarky attitude, heโs over the humiliation ritual. If you were just going to stand here and tease him, you could leave. Even if every fiber of his being wants you to stay.
You shake your head before answering a smooth, โNo.โ Shifting your weight onto one leg, you ask again, โDo you remember when you used to call me that?โ
Yeosang pops a brow, unsure of the correct answer. โWhen I was fucking you?โ
You blow amusement through your nose. โYou never fucked me, I fucked you.โ
And maybe itโs the weed, maybe itโs instinct, maybe itโs the half of him thatโs still in love with you. Some part of him stands a little straighter and responds, โSo do it again.โ
Your face scrunches for half a millisecond. Taking a half-step back, you ask, โWhat?โ
โDo it again,โ he says with his chest this time, taking a half-step forward, closing the distance again. He searches for the reason inside himself and he comes up with nothing. You came here to tell him to stop looking at you, even if you put yourself in his line of sight. You insulted him, his hair, his earrings, his appearance. You made fun of him for what he used to call you at his most vulnerable moments with your chest puffed, chin jutted upward, making you seem six feet tall.ย
Is wanting you some kind of incurable fucking disease? Should he go to the goddamn doctor?
โRemind me why I used to call you that,โ he leans down, his voice low, smooth. โGive me a reason to do it again.โ
Possibly for the first time ever, you seem speechless. Eyes wide like saucers, he can hear your breath catch, an accidental sound between a gasp or spit getting stuck in your throat. You stutter, โN-no, I told you last time was the last time.โ
โThen whyโd you come here?โ heโs too quick to ask, it spills out of him. โWhere were you? Working out? On a run, trying to get all this pent-up shit out, when you know the only thing that works is me?โ
Your heels come together, back rigid. Your eyes dance around his face, even the shake of your head stutters, like you were desperately trying to control the instinct driving you. He feels like heโs vibrating, electricity threading from his thighs to his fingertips that linger millimeters beside them, body begging to touch you so he could share the lightning.
โAdmit it,โ he whispers.
Your jaw clenches. โYou canโt fucking bait me.โ
โIโm not baiting you,โ he quips. โI just know you.โ
โFuck you,โ you bite, baring your pearly, white teeth.
Yeosang grins. โWhat do you think Iโm trying to do?โ
You lunge for him. Not that thereโs much space to clear, you nearly jump onto him, into him, his arms catching you underneath your thighs swiftly, holding you tight as your arms wrap around his neck. Your lips hit his and all he could taste was your anger, frustration, all pent up in your sickeningly perfect body, he canโt believe heโs tasting you again. He canโt believe heโs kissing you.ย
He walks you to his bedroom himself. You donโt even process that youโre moving, he doesnโt break the kiss, he could walk around his apartment without a singular misstep in pitch black darkness. Smooth, effortless, he only breaks the kiss to lay you down gently on his bed.
Still perfectly made from this morning, thank god, youโd have a fit if it wasnโt. Another thing that's stuck. Meal-prep, hydration, shaving, his gym routine, making his bedโฆ Yeosang is a man of practice.
โThis is what you wanted,โ you growl as soon as your back hits his comforter. โYou wanted me here. On your bed.โ
โYou wanted me,โ he pops a brow, words easy. โYou came here for one reason, and one reason only.โย
Your jaw clenches, โTake my shorts off.โ It sounds like your best attempt at coming off icy, but Yeosang hears the burnt edge of arousal, the impatience on your tongue. Your hips twitch against the bed, legs dangling in open air.ย
Yeosang doesnโt listen. He watches you, taking his time with each sneaker, unlacing the bunny ears before throwing them to his floor. He barely waits to hear the sound of foam and rubber hitting the hardwood before his thumbs are tucking into your socks, sliding them down your smooth, strong ankles, taking his time rolling them off your feet. He doesnโt care where they land on his floor, he hopes it takes time to find them later.ย
Your cheeks match your chest, both flushed and bleeding impatience, your upper half rising and lowering rapidly like you also couldnโt believe this was happening. Again.ย
โYeosang,โ you say when he takes a moment to press a knee into the mattress. โMy shorts. Now.โย
His palms find your knees for leverage as he leans down, eyes catching on the dampened spot on your shorts. A deepened, asymmetrical shape of teal, darker than your turquoise shorts, your matching sports bra. He swallows, mouth filling with saliva, he could feel his eyes fucking dilating and he knows you can see it, too. He tucks his fingers into the waistband of your shorts, using might to pull them down your lower half. With the way they were painted onto your skin, the slight gleam of sweat still sparkling in his dim bedroom, the curves and muscle on your bodyโฆ
And you have nothing on underneath. He nearly moans.ย
โFuck,โ he utters under his breath. โSo pretty.โ
โShut up, Yeosang,โ you huff. โYouโre taking too fucking long.โ
He doesnโt know how you switched places. Swift movement had Yeosang on his back, your knees pinned to the mattress on either side of his head, and faced with the most beautiful thing heโs ever seen, impulse has his forearms curling over your thighs, pulling you down onto his tongue.
Your pitched moan pierces his bedroom. You peel your sports bra over your chest once your hips start their rhythm on his tongue, fingers flying to your boobs, pinching your peaked nipples. He keeps his tongue poked out, eyelids fluttering, savoring the taste of your soaked folds that coat his tongue in candy.
He takes a moment to inhale, to bask in your scent; natural, mild, a little tang from sweat. Has he ever been this hungry in his life? Can he blame any of this on the weed anymore?
Your hips roll over his flexed tongue, head tipped backward, filling the air of his bedroom with a song of your pleasure, the bass-line the jingle of your bangles dancing down your wrist as your fingers grab for his hair. He canโt hear the music coming from his living room anymore, each one of his senses enveloped by you, and heโd gladly die right here, right now, his last meal being you.
โYes,โ you moan out, and the word is so full of sheer relief it makes Yeosang grip your thighs harder, makes him moan into your core. He focuses on licking over your clit, the rhythm only broken up by his lips swirling around the bundle of nerves, sucking without making it overwhelming, too much too quickly. A pace you love, the pressure he knows pushes you further down the line, Yeosangโs only goal is getting you over it.ย
You tilt your hips up, clit grazing the tip of his nose, and the way your abdomen flexes has his own hips bucking upward. An abrupt jerk of movement you feel, you know is happening, even if itโs behind you.
Eyes low-lidded, glazed over, you take a peek over your shoulder before asking, โYouโre getting off on this?โ Yeosang canโt answer with a mouth full of you. You try to laugh, but you suck in a sharp intake of air as his teeth ghost your clit. โYou want to be used. Does anyone know what a bitch you are? That you get off on just tasting me?โ
Yeosang moans into your center, hips bucking again.
โIโm sure they donโt.โ Your eyebrows are tied together as you reach one arm behind you, palm landing on Yeosangโs abdomen for leverage, using the strength of him to give free movement to your hips. You grind yourself onto his mouth harder, faster, a quicker rhythm as you say, โDo they know about me? Or did you get rid of our history when you got rid of your own?โ
His fingers sear your thighs, knuckles bone-white. You croak out a whine, โYouโd never be this pliant for anyone else. No one else can make you feel this way without even fucking touching you.โ
Yeosang moans his agreement, tongue plunging into your entrance, he hopes itโs answer enough. Your head falls back, chest heaving, free hand squeezing your chest, โShit, Iโm close.โ
Heโs never felt so motivated before. Nodding his head in rhythm with your hips bucking over his mouth, he keeps himself focused, brows furrowed and brain clear. When your moans grow in pitch, when your hips stutter, he keeps your pace fixed by his grip on your thighs. He keeps his tongue flexed, focused on rolling over your clit, using the same pressure, the same speed, never once faltering.
Then youโre crying out, hips seizing, body rolling, the muscles in your stomach clenching and unclenching; but never once do you say his name. Never once do you praise him for being the one to push you over the finish line, to bring you to orgasm.
Sitting back, nearly putting all your weight on his chest, itโs a comfort to him, even if you already look disappointed in the fact that you let this happen again. He can see your heavy breath, upper body expanding, caving in, lips parted and brows upturned ever so slightly. You take a moment to stare at him, to put the pieces together.
โGive me a shirt to go home in,โ is all you say before climbing off of him like he was a fucking ride at an amusement park.
Yeosang sits up on his elbows, his own chest heaving, covered in slick from the bridge of his nose to his chin. He licks his lips, whatever skin his tongue can reach, just to savor the taste.
Youโre pulling your bra over your chest, grabbing your shorts from his hardwood floor. โAre they in the same drawer?โ You ask, not even looking at him. Then youโre before his dresser, opening his tee shirt drawer, grabbing a random white one, pulling it over your head.
It swallows you, down to mid-thigh. Yeosangโs head feels fuzzy, he searches for words inside of himself, he canโt find any. You turn to him, face tight, eyes blown, pupils dilated enough to swallow the color.
โThis was the last time, Yeosang,โ you say, but you donโt look like you mean it. โI mean it.โ
All he can do is grin. He can smell the lie from where he lays.
โYou guys donโt have to come.โ
Aven and Jongho flanked him, his two best friends, the only two to understand Yeosang down to atoms and particles. Other than you, he supposed; but that was neither here nor there, and he knows you shouldnโt be on his mind, anyway.
โI want to hear your new song,โ Aven, on his right, walks in-step with him, while Jongho trails just a step behind.ย
The latter adds, โThis is the only day this week I have off from practice.โ
Yeosangโs giddy. He was just being nice, saying they donโt have to come, but the truth is that heโs elated that his friends are coming to his band practice with him. Really, he has plenty of things to be happy about.
Youโve shared his bed twice since the last time. The first time, youโd come over under the guise of giving him his shirt back, just to leave in a different one. The second time, you didnโt have much of an excuse. Youโd walked inside his apartment like you owned it, then fucked Yeosang like you owned him. And, in a sense, he supposed you did.ย
The air feels warmer, the sun feels brighter, the grass looks as green as his hair. Pink and orange flowers blooming on trees wafted sweet-smelling air straight into his nose, as if a reminder to appreciate all that he came across, that everything was okay and will be okay. His life is going back to normal, even if heโd uprooted all of it.
โWe have three original songs for our gig at Eonian in two weeks,โ Yeosang says, turning the corner that Jayโs house sat on, an older two-story home on the corner, just outside of campus. An easy walk from his apartment, Avenโs apartment, Jonghoโs apartment. โThe rest are covers.โ
Yeosang can hear Jisung shredding, Jongseob on the drums, even from around the corner. Jayโs voice becomes clearer the closer they get, a rough, heavy tone; perfect for the punk genre of music they make, perform.
The garage door was wide open, the inside refurbished into a make-shift studio. Not really. It was the same worn-down garage that came with the home, posters on the walls, the same shelves sitting at the far corner holding mechanic supplies and tools of the sort. Jongseobโs drum set sat at the center of the room, mic stands and amps scattered around the space, Jayโs garage was a cookie-cutter neighborhoodโs worst nightmare.
The music died out when the three men caught Yeosangโs head of green hair rounding the corner. Shouts of about damn time, finally, and get in here all met his ears at once, making him flinch.ย
โIโm sorry!โ Yeosang threw his arms up in defense, then threw a thumb pointing behind him. โI had to stop and get these two.โ
Jisungโs cheeks went pink at the sight of Aven. โOhโ oh. Hi, guys.โ
Yeosang rolled his eyes, pulling on the strap of the nylon guitar bag to get it over his head. Jisung wore a baseball cap on his head, the hood of his zip-up laid on top, his cheeks and white smile the only things visible in the shadows of his hood. Fender strapped around his front, his fingers holding the neck, his body language morphed to something smaller. Heโs always had a crush on Aven, and Avenโs always allowed him to.
โHi, Hanji,โ her head tilted, lashes fluttering.
โHey,โ Jongho smacked her arm. A warning.
Yeosang snorted. He pulled his bass from the bag, slinging the strap over his head, and played a few chords just to check the tuning as he made his way toward his spot, just beside Jay, opposite of Jisung.
Jay, lead guitarist and lead singer, took a step forward as Yeosang plugged the chord of the amp into his bass. โYouโre happy today.โ
Short, cropped hair, midnight-colored and gelled into spikes, his outfit was everything punk. Yeosang lifted a brow, โYeah? Itโs nice out.โ
โItโs nice out everyday,โ Jay slims his eyes and Yeosang feels his stomach tumble. Fuck Jay for knowing him so well already. โWhatโs new?โ
โYou have that freshly-fucked look about you,โ Jongseob gleams from behind his drumset. Sitting centered behind the toms, cymbals surrounding him, he twirls a stick in one hand, his blonde hair tied up and braided into an upstyle that made him look feminine. The youngest, a freshman, but he was the fan favorite.
Yeosangโs laugh is nervous, he canโt help it. โWhat? No.โ
Everyoneโs face falls as they land on Yeosang. From Jongseob, who looked somewhat surprised, to Jongho standing just over the lifted line of the garage entrance, silence had fallen over the open space like a weighted blanket.
Jongho was the one to interject, โYouโre lying and nervous.โ
โHoly shit,โ Aven mumbles under her breath, eyes sparkling with discovery. โItโs her.โ
โNo,โ Jisung stands a little straighter, eyes going wide. โYeosang, no.โ
Yeosangโs heart is in his asshole. He starts with a rebuttal, shaking his head rapidly, โNo itโs not, no itโs not. I donโt know what you guys are talking about.โ
โDo you not remember what state you were in when you joined the band?โ Jay asks, face angled in disappointment. โYouโre like a fucking girl, going back to a shitty ex. Iโve been the shitty ex that girls have gone back to, Yeo, and it doesnโt fuckinโ end well.โ
โOkay, well, you suck,โ Yeosangโs lips form a line. โWeโre seeing each other again, big deal.โ
He knew you were not seeing each other again. He knew that it wasnโt anything more than sex.
Yeosang catches Aven throwing a hand over her mouth from the corner of the garage, he sees Jongho shaking his head slowly. But itโs Jongseob who asks, โI thought she was fucking Jaemin now?โ
โJaemin doesnโt fuck her like I do.โ Yeosang quips, catching himself smiling, giddy as hell. But his face falls immediately when he takes in the five pairs of eyes on him, all staring with heavy disappointment. Clear distaste.ย
โHas she stayed over?โ Jongho asks, arms crossed over his chest. Long shorts, a black tee tucked in, hair styled over his forehead, he wore the silent accusation in the thin line of his lips. Yeosang swallows. Shaking his head, he tries not to let the shame show in his eyes. Jongho smacks his teeth, โI thought so.โ
Yeosang can feel the heat on his cheeks. โItโs not a big dealโโ
โShe hurt you,โ Aven continues, โbecause you pursued your passion. Do you really want to be with someone like that? Who wants to be with you for looks, the image it portrays, instead of liking you for you?โ
Yeosang can feel the frustration bubbling up inside him, overflowing before he has the chance to close the lid. โAre you in any place to give me shit? Youโve been fucking the same guy for four months, and he wonโt evenโโ
Jongho cuts him clean off, โDo not finish that sentence.โ
Yeosang didnโt even realize that he stepped forward, that his chest was heaving. For years theyโve bickered like siblings, saying the truth even when it hurts. Yeosang nods at Jongho, taking a steadying pause, silently thanking him for interrupting before he said something heโd regret. Wooyoung was the touchiest subject of them all for Aven, four months of back-and-forth, a relationship hidden in the shadows. He supposed he couldnโt give her shit, anymore, either.
โWe just care about you,โ Jay admits from beside him, the center of the makeshift-garage-stage. โAnd we donโt want to see you hurt again.โ
Yeosangโs jaw ticks. โI know what Iโm doing.โ
He can feel the phantom stretch of his nose growing an inch longer. The lie burns. He has no idea what the fuck heโs doing.
Yeosang hears his door open, then close. He doesnโt even look, he knows itโs you, no one else would be barging into his apartment after the sun goes down, itโs the entire reason he left his front door open.ย
Tuning his bass on the couch, heโs sitting hunched over it, eyes on the heads, thumb on a string. He hears you come closer, stopping on the other side of his coffee table, heโs willing to bet a thousand dollars you have your hands on your hips, weight beared on one side of your body.
When he looks up, he makes a mental note that he owes himself a thousand dollars. Standing in his hoodie, it comes down to mid-thigh, swallowing the shorts he wasnโt completely sure you were wearing. He blinks, youโre staring. Hard.ย
โWhat, you donโt care that Iโm here?โ You finally bark out, arms crossing over your chest. โI could have been, like, a murderer or something.โ
โI knew it was you,โ Yeosang answers, then brings his attention back to the instrument on his lap, playing a chord. His top lip lifts, he tweaks the head. โI know your footsteps.โ
Thereโs a pause before you kick your shoes off, walking towards his kitchen. He eyes your flip flops sprawled across the rug beneath his coffee table, making yourself at home, when this wasnโt your home. At one time youโd treated his apartment just like this, walking in unannounced, leaving your shit wherever because you could, because you shared just as much of Yeosangโs space as he did.
He looks over his shoulder, watching your head of hair bop around his kitchen, silently. After a moment, you hold up a laptop charger and turn to him. โWhoโs charger is this? Itโs not your laptop charger.โ
His lips flatten, a sigh threatening to escape. โItโs Avenโs, she was here earlier with Jongho, studying.โ
Your brows raise a millimeter. โAvenโs,โ you repeat. โThey were here studying.โ
โHere we go,โ he says under his breath.ย
You cross the kitchen, back into his living room, eyebrows tied together as you make your stand beside the couch. โSheโs here often, isnโt she?โ
โYes,โ Yeosang says, voice flat. โJust like she always has.โ
Your eye twitches. โAnd she just leaves things here, often?โ
โNo, she has a lot going on right now.โ
Your face blows into surprise, disgust. โOh, and now youโre making excuses for her.โ
โSheโs literally dating Mingi,โ Yeosang argues, hating the taste of the lie on his tongue. โWhy is this a big deal?โ
โItโs not,โ you shrug, feigning nonchalance. You walk back to the kitchen, putting the laptop charger back where you found it, white chord glowing atop the charcoal granite. You used a little more force in dropping it than necessary. You keep your voice steady as you say, โJaemin asked me to go get drinks tomorrow after his game.โ
He can hear the control youโre reaching for as the words leave your lips. He asks, โYeah? You going?โ
He wasnโt sure what you were doing in his kitchen now. He plays another chord, and it sounds smooth. โI think so,โ you respond. โProbably.โ
Yeosang doesnโt know what kind of strength he has in his soul that made him respond, โGood, you should go.โ
Thereโs a pause, he doesnโt hear your bare feet moving across the tiled floor of his kitchen. His fingers pick at the strings, strumming a small, melodic, funky rhythm. Then he hears your feet slapping against wood as you trudge into the living room, beside his couch again, face twisted up in confusion. โYou donโt care if I get drinks with Jaemin?โ
โWhy should I?โ Yeosang asks. You wouldnโt be telling him if you were actually going, you wouldnโt be telling him if Jaemin had actually asked you, but his heart is below the hem of his shorts, anyway. โYouโre not my girlfriend, are you?โ
โNo,โ you answer simply, happily, almost. Yeosang plays another beat, another strum of chords, his finger catching the wrong strong, the entire melody clashing. He didnโt realize his fingers had started shaking. You grin, โI knew it.โ
Yeosangโs head snaps to the side, โKnew what?โ
โYouโre jealous.โ Youโre smirking, arms crossed, accomplished.
All five of Yeosangโs fingers point toward the kitchen, โYou just flipped shit over a laptop charger.โ
โBecause itโs hers!โ You argue, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. โYou have a girl over here every other day, leaving her shit here, her hair-ties, her charger. Whatโs next, her clothes? Tampons in your bathroom?โ
โItโs Aven,โ Yeosang reiterates, like the mention of her name was enough explanation. โSheโs been my best friend for years, you know this.โ You blink at him, and his lips curve in a grin. โYouโre jealous.โ
โWhy the fuck would I be jealous?โ you spit out, arms uncurling from where they sat twisted over your chest. โIโm the one thatโs fucking you.โ
Yeosang canโt help but laugh. Head tipping back, bass and body slumping into the couch cushions, his laugh is genuine, straight from his belly. โYouโโ he tries to get out, head turning to the side, laughter still barreling out of him. โYou tried to make me jealous with Jaemin, the fucking kicker.โ
Your body feels hot. Youโre positive your face is flushed, arms crossing right back over your chest again, you could stomp your fucking foot in irritation. โYouโre so fucking aggravating, Yeosang.โ
โYet youโre here,โ he responds, his laughter dying down to a breathy giggle. โLook at where youโre standing.โ
Your jaw locks, teeth grinding, body ignited, growing hotter by the second. Just his stare, chocolate eyes, long lashes, knowing they were fixed on you made you feel two feet tall. You donโt answer, not as he pulls his bass off his body, setting it down beside him on the floor, the neck leaning against the couch. You can hear your heartbeat, feel the heat on your skin, sweat prickling beneath your hoodie. His hoodie.
โWeโre not dating,โ you finally announce. โWe arenโt exclusive.โ
โI know,โ he nods once. โWhich means youโre free to go do whatever with the kicker.โ
You hate the way he mocks him, the way he says kicker like itโs an insultโ he doesnโt even play anymore. Jaeminโs nice; a little stupid, he definitely doesnโt let you rough him up, and he certainly doesnโt know any of the kinks you keep buried, revealed to Yeosang and Yeosang only.
โI do,โ you lie. โAnd Iโll continue to. Just wanted to make sure you were aware.โ
Yeosang sits up a little straighter. โAware of what? The possibility of getting an STD?โ
Irritation only makes you burn hotter. โHeโs clean, Yeosang, and so am I.โ
โYou sure?โ his brows lift. Heโs taunting you. โWhenโs the last time you got tested?โ
โShouldnโt you have asked me that,โ you pull your hands out from your sleeves to count on your fingers, โa few weeks ago, before you fucked me raw, came inside me, let me sit on your face? Or how about when I had your cock down my throat? Shouldnโt you have wondered before that?โ
He shrugs, a small thing. โForgive me for having trust in you.โ
โTrust,โ the word makes you laugh. โBecause thereโs so much trust in what we have.โ
Yeosang stands, his bulky build swallowing you, height towering over you. You canโt believe your body forced you to swallow.
โWe donโt have anything,โ he uses emphasis on the last word. โAs per your choice. You come here to fuck, blow off steam, you come here to get what no one else can give you. You tell me that only you can make me feel this way, but what about you? Who else is fulfilling every little thing your nasty fuckinโ mind gets off on?โ
Your breath catches. He continues, โAnd you want me angry over Jaemin? Did you forget I know him, and know him well? That I was on the same team as him? Lived in the same house as him?โ You donโt answer, eyes widening, you can feel your pupils dancing below your lids, trying to gauge his next move. โYou donโt think I know that he drinks whiskey like itโs water, and can barely get it up half the time? That when you fucked himโwhich Iโm sure was, what, once or twice?โhe busted after three strokes and was already asleep by the time he rolled off you.โ
You can feel your heart beating, an unsteady thrum in your chest. โYouโre wrong, Yeosang.โ
Heโs right.
โDoes he let you call him names?โ He asks. You notice that his green hair has faded a little, framing his sculpted, flushed cheeks. His birthmark seemed brighter, more opaque, a spot youโve kissed a million times, it beckoned you to do it again. โDoes he let you slap him? Does he let you choke him? Does he call you mommy?โ
You gasp. Itโs small, but itโs clear, slicing through the air between your faces. Every ounce of you wishes you could suck it back in, retract it, feign that his words were doing nothing to you. It would be useless, anyhow, he knows you down to the bone, keeping any sort of emotion from him proved futile time and time again.
โAnswer me,โ Yeosang urges, and thereโs nothing in his voice thatโs calm. The subdued, submissive man youโve spent countless hours with is nowhere to be seen. The muted hum of adrenaline swimming through your body zaps at the base of your spine, like itโd been woken up, branching off to every nerve ending.
โNo,โ you whisper, hating that youโre admitting it, but what choice was there? โHe doesnโt.โ
โI know,โ Yeosang grins. Thereโs no warmth in it, itโs sly, mocking. Like all of that was just to get you to say it. โRemember that, the next time you want to make me jealous of the goddamn kicker.โ
His chest is flushed pink beneath the white tank he wore. Heaving, rising rapidly, lowering just enough to suck more air in. Heโs pissed, and you donโt know why the sight is going straight to the throb in your panties. Never once has Yeosang been dominant, never once has he been mad at you, never once has Yeosang not been the submissive man you trained.
โWhen he does fuck me,โ you start, and you genuinely have no idea where youโre going with it. โHeโsโฆ rough. He does to me what I do to you.โ
Lies. Youโre lying through your fucking teeth. To anyone else, Yeosang would seem unbothered. But you see the flash in his eyes, the deepening of chocolate to coal, how his lips peeled back from his teeth ever so slightly.ย
โAnd I like it,โ you breathe. โI like it better.โ
Thereโs a semblance of amusement in the curve of his brow. โYeah?โ
You nod, โHeโs better than you. Bigger than you, too.โ
The snag in Yeosangโs grin, youโve never seen before. Mischievous, like he was already planning the million-and-one ways heโd break you apart. It makes your toes curl into the hardwood beneath your feet, your fingers twitch, your heart double in speed. Excitement, thrill, thatโs what was passing through the air between you, a stand-off of sorts.
Do it, you think, hoping, praying he can hear you. Do it, Yeosang.
And he does.ย
His lips find yours in a hasty crash, his right hand reaching for your throat. Unsteady, uncontrolled movements, not entirely full of confidence but not insecure, either. You moan into it, the sound desperate and relieving all at once, and his fingers tighten. Pressing against the sides of your neck, weight on your veins, your eyes flutter beneath your lids, knees trembling.ย
โThis what you want?โ He asks into your mouth, breath heavy, panting like heโs been waiting for this.ย
Your knee hooks over his hip, โYes, Yeo, yesyesyes.โ
His hand leaves your throat, grabbing at the leg you threw over his body, using just that one fucking hand under your thigh to lift you off the floor. You answer with your other leg, he catches it swiftly, moving your bodies backward, toward his bedroom. Never breaking the kiss, your hands find purchase in his hair, tugging at his roots with enough force that he hisses into your mouth.
He throws you back on the bed instead of laying you down delicately, and as your back hits the mattress, your eyes peel open to catch the sight of him. Pupils dilated, cheeks splotched, forehead kissed with moisture, he looked at you with such hunger it made your back arch off the fucking bed.
โTeasing me,โ he mutters, and you think heโs talking more to himself than to you as he climbs over your frame. โDangling him right in front of my fucking face like I wouldnโt do anything about it.โ
โYeah?โ you push his hair off his face, throwing your legs over his muscled thighs. โWhat are you gonna do about it, then?โ
He studies you for a cool, calm second before moving. Sitting back on his calves, he pulls your body flush to him, then he flips you over in one swift movement. With a yelp, youโre on your stomach, eyes wide and legs parted, hips lifted off the mattress.
โWhat can you take?โ He asks, and instinctively, you werenโt sure if it was rhetorical. โWhatโs he do when he fucks you rough?โ
Without you answering, he pushes the back of your hoodie up, fingers digging in the elastic of your shorts, pulling them over your ass. You whimper, pushing yourself up by your knees to help him get them off you.ย
Elastic rolled around your thighs, he lands a harsh smack to your ass. You barely get a cry out before heโs repeating himself, โI asked you a question.โ
โFuck,โ is all you can get out, nails curling into the duvet beneath you. โH-he fucksโ he fucks me hard.โ
You donโt have time to wonder if heโs buying the bullshit youโre spewing, not when he gets your shorts down to your knees, then down and off your ankles. Two strong, callused hands lift you by the hips, hiking you upward until youโre on your knees.ย
โYouโre such a fucking liar,โ he hisses from behind you, painting a finger through your folds. A moan forces itself through your lips at the stimulation, thighs already shaking. Did he know you were lying from the jump? Was he doing it anyway?
โโm not lying,โ you whimper in response, knees spreading further, needing more.ย
โIf you wanted me rough, you could have just asked.โ You can hear the ruffle of his shorts sliding down his thighs, the elastic of his briefs snapping against his skin. Then you feel his length, his tip, sliding against your folds, spreading the slick thatโs already gathered. โArenโt we past the point of pretending I wouldnโt do anything for you?โ
The question lights you up like a Christmas tree, but sends a pit of something other to your gut simultaneously. You werenโt sure how to break down the feeling, you didnโt have the brain power to try, not when his tip was prodding at your entrance without prep, without stretch, without anything.ย
โYeosang!โ You squeal, turning your head to the side, trying to catch even a glimpse of green over your shoulder. But then heโs pushing in, and the feeling sucks all the air from your chest, forcing your eyes to squeeze shut.ย
โBaiting me,โ he gruffs out, like he was talking through his teeth. โTelling me Jaeminโs bigger than me when Iโve seen his fucking cock. We lived together. Do you think Iโm stupid?โ
โN-no,โ you whine, head in the clouds, somewhere else entirely. His hips snap against yours, a rough, nasty pace; sliding over the front side of your walls, massaging you deliciously, all you can do is shake with pleasure.ย
โYou talk so much shit, run your fucking mouth,โ he says, fucking into you like he was strumming along to a beat. โWhat happened to you didnโt fuck me, I fucked you? Huh? Look whoโs getting fucked now.โ
You think you might be crying, face hot, mouth pried open. Your fingers lose their grip on the duvet, body completely at Yeosangโs mercy, to his hips that snap against yours brutally, relentlessly.
โQuiet now?โ He asks, then his thrusts stop completely. His hands grab for your arms, pulling you backward, up toward him. He grabs your hoodie by the hem, pulling it over your head, throwing it elsewhere; then one hand splays across your stomach, the other up at your throat, and he fucks into you again like he never stopped. โDid I break the fucking bitch inside you?โ
Your body folds. Or tries to, a loud, uncensored cry ripping from your throat. He holds you steady, two hands keeping your back pressed to his chest, his mouth on your ear.
โYou liked that, huh?โ He asks, amusement playing in his tone. โGood to know, for the next time you want to make fun of me because I call you mommy, Iโll remind you of today. Of tonight.โ
โYeosang,โ you whimper, eyelids fluttering again, your hands searching for his, clasped around your body. Tugging, pulling at them, nails clawing into him, he doesnโt budge.ย
โMm,โ he moans into your ear. โI donโt think so. Should I make you call me daddy? Call me sir?โ
Your head tips back, falling limp against his chest, the pocket of skin between his pec and his shoulder. โYeosang.โ
His hips switch into a nasty grind, cock dragging against your walls perfectly, his hand drops from over your stomach to between your thighs. Two fingers rub at your clit at the same pace his cock fucks into you, and you nearly fold again.
โShit!โ you gasp out, โshit, shit, shit.โ
โAsk me,โ he says from behind you, voice clear like you were the only one losing your mind. Pressure looms, pleasure building steadily with each circle he traces. โAsk me if you can cum.โ
You think you might have whiplash. It makes sense, you think, in all the months youโve dommed him, all the times youโve said nasty shit, for him to pocket every single movement, every single sentence.
You whimper, โPlease.โ
He grunts. โAsk. Me.โ
โPlease, Yeosang,โ you urge, eyes finally cracking open. And thank god you did, because the sight before you threatens to rip the breath from your lungs all over again. Green hair stuck to his forehead, bleeding down his cheeks, over the red mark beside his eye. Cheeks flushed, lips parted, eyes wide and crazed; you nearly cum on the spot. Instead, you ask, โCan I cum? Please?โ
He kisses you, forgoing a response, forcing you to hold it. His tongue slides into your mouth, teeth clashing against yours, so messy and hot you find yourself teetering scarily on the edge, thinking of anything to delay the inevitable.ย
โNo,โ he says into your mouth, the word final.
Despair seems like a tangible thing. A sob cracks from your throat as he lifts his fingers from your clit, sliding out of you, and pushing you face-first onto the mattress. Your body might be jerking, twitching, twistingโ you werenโt exactly sure, because too quickly his hands hook under your legs again, flipping you onto your back.ย
โDenial sucks, doesnโt it?โ he asks, grin wide. You wished you had the brainwidth to wonder how he was so good at this, where this experience came from. The easiest answer would be from you. He pushes your knees up to your chest, settling between them, callused palm leaving your skin only to line himself up with your entrance.
Pushing in smoothly, he tucks his bottom lip between his teeth, muffling his moan of pleasure. You reach for him, his face, his shoulders, his hair, and he gives you all three as he leans down, elbows bracketing your head. His lips find yours, tongue and teeth and spit, another messy conjoining with the slick sounds of his hips hitting the backs of your thighs.ย
โWant you to cum, just like this,โ he says, voice quiet, barely more than a ragged breath. His bottom lip stays on yours, sharing breath, sharing space. And for a moment, staring into his eyes, youโre scared.
Itโd be easy to get addicted to this, you think. To him, all over again. When you were together, it was addiction; it was daily, sharing spit, sharing space, him inside you like that was his first home, then the apartment surrounding you. With Jaemin, with anyone else, on the field, you performed. You acted, you were someone other than yourself, living outside of your skin.
Youโve never had to perform with Yeosang. Other than the acts you enjoy putting on, the displays of dominanceโ submission now, too. It was natural, fitting, like water and ice, matchstick and flame. Running back and captain of the cheerleading team.
Staring into his eyes, panting into his mouth, clenching around him as euphoria swallows you whole, thereโs a part of you that damns him for quitting football. For stretching the gap between you, ruining routine, forcing you into having feelings for a fucking bassist of a garage band.
He had everything. He had it all. He had a future, he had stability, he had routineโ he had you.ย
And he ruined all of it. For what?ย
He kisses you as he empties himself inside you, spit warming your tongue, filling the space where your breath had dried it. You push the feelings down, the wave of dread, the feeling of everything crumbling around you. You let his weight on your chest be a comfort, the smell of him, a little weedy, sweaty and Yeosang.ย
There was no one else on the planet who understood you like him. There was no one else who could satisfy you like him. There was no one else who could handle everything that you are.
The thought haunts you, that he might accept you for all of it. Pom-poms, glitter, bi-weekly manicures, a nasty personality and a sex drive that challenged a virginโs. He might even like the parts of you that you consider a nuisance, the parts that even you canโt comprehend.
Would anyone else pay so much attention? Would anyone else learn you down to whatโs at your core?
โWhy are you crying?โ he asks, face warped into confusion, concern.
You blink. Once, twice before your hands are flying to your face, wiping at your tears. โSubdrop, maybe,โ you laugh a little, nervous. Embarrassed. โHappens sometimes. Never been on this side of it before.โ
He moves your hair out of your face, swiping his thumb under your eye. He shakes his head once, โCan I get you anything? Water? Food? A shower? Clothes?โย
โJesus, Yeosang,โ you laugh again, the sound fully forced out of your chest as you push him off you. Sitting up, you can feel the rumbling of emotion in your chest. You push it down, down, down. โIโm fine.โ
He stares at you for a long second, and you shudder under the weight of it. Moving, your legs aching, you swing them over the edge of the bed, running a hand through your hair. Sheepishly, you look over your shoulder, โMaybe water?โ
โLay with me,โ he says, naked and flushed, chest still heaving. Eyes softer now, less terrified, a comfort. โFive minutes.โ
This wasnโt right. Usually it was you offering comfort, youโve never been the one having the come-down after a release of emotion. Of control.ย
You swallowed, face heating. But you nodded, and then laid back down.
And as his body engulfed you with sticky, sweaty heat, it terrified you that there was nowhere else you wanted to be.
He didnโt mean to pass you.ย
Not really.ย
But on the way to the Arts Building, if he took the long way, especially if he really needed to get his steps inโฆ itโs for his stamina, he swears, to keep his lungs strong onstage. That's the only reason he passed the field, rounding the corner of the one-hundred-twenty yard turf. It just so happened that he passed by your side, catching a glimpse of your black, tiny shorts, your black sports bra, white Nfinity sneakers on your feet.ย
Hands on your hips at the top of the formation, stood opposite of the rest of the team, your team, nodding your head with each beat of the actually kinda sick song. Heavy bass, guitar riffs, vocals dim and monotone. Not a competition mix, then.ย
He hears your voice yell over the turf, bold and dominant, a captainโs voice. โFive, six, seven, eight. Tight! Tight, strong, clean. Get it right!โ
Yeosang pauses for a second, his own head nodding along to the beat, watching the twenty-something girls with their hands balled in fists burst into quick, clean movements. Over their heads in a V, hands on their hips, knees bent as they damn near glide into their next formation, fluid with the song.ย
He kicks his feet into motion as you bark out another order, a girlโs name. Heโs lucky he played football instead of being a cheerleader, he thinks, he doesnโt know if heโd survive you as his captain.
But itโs sexy nonetheless, seeing you in your element, guiding, controlling, watching with a calculating eye, picking out mistakes as soon as you see them. A perfectionist, someone who thinks good isnโt good enough, a captain who cares about her team, how theyโre perceived. How they rank.ย
You donโt see him, thank god. But that means he still has to pass his teamโhis old teamโand he wonders if it was worth it to catch a glimpse of your boobs tucked into your bra or your ass peeking out of the legs of your bloomers.ย
He snorts to himself. Of course it was.
Eyes trickling down to the field, opposite of where you practice, he recalls all the time heโs spent on the turf. Drills, sprints, positional work, formations, itโs weird looking down to the green, the guys on it, and feeling nothing. He could cling to nostalgia all he wanted, the feeling he had when he scored, when he won a big game for his team.ย
But he didnโt miss being down there. He didnโt miss those guys at all. And he feels guilty for it, because they never did anything bad to him.
He spots Mingi, the quarterback, his hair dark, long and sweaty, visible without a helmet on. Heโs dancing on his cleat-covered toes, football between his gloved palms, watching Haechan run down the field, waiting to throw the ball. He can remember the days when it was himself sprinting down the field, adrenaline pushing his legs harder, faster, readying himself for Mingiโs no-doubt perfect pass.ย
His mind wanders, thinking of Aven, thinking of those two, together. Part of Yeosang worries that sheโll get hurt in her plan to hurt Wooyoung, that Mingi would crack the last bits of her that still wanted to try, that still had hope of a relationship, of love.ย
He shakes his head, ridding himself of the thoughts. If anything, Aven will eat him alive.ย
His ears catch onto a particularly loud yell, and his head snaps backward, watching as you saunter out on the turf, fingers pointing, voice lashing. He laughs to himself as he watches you correct someoneโs form, physically fixing her arms into place, throwing your hands over hers to strengthen her fists.ย
Yeah, he wouldnโt survive you as his captain. Thank god he played football.ย
Grabbing his phone from his pocket, he dials Jay, wondering if the younger man was in class, or home. With a seven-second long conversation, he turned on his heel, and headed home to grab his bass, instead.ย
Twenty minutes before he ended up in Jayโs garage, he was thankful his lead singer didnโt press him about the reason he was there. Jay didnโt question Yeosang at all, the two understood each other differently than the other twoโ what music meant, how it shaped a person. Jisung and Jongseob were in class, leaving Yeosang and Jay standing on opposite sides of the garage, their instruments plugged in, and in complete verbal silence, they played.ย
Finding each otherโs melodies, adapting when the other switched, trying to keep in-tune with one another, it was a game. A challenge. A fun one, Yeosang quickly realized, sweat kissing his brow, his tongue poking out between his lips in focus, listening to Jay while simultaneously moving his own fingers, slapping his bass to the tune of the younger manโs electric guitar.ย
This is what Yeosang lived for. Music has always been vital; morning workouts, evening workouts, a playlist he had plenty of songs forced into ringing through the speakers during practices. When he was younger, his parents had music playing almost all the time. He woke up to soft rock, ate lunch to metal, played in his backyard to pop, ate dinner to jazz, fell asleep to classical.
He first picked up an acoustic guitar when he was eight. His first song might have been Twinkle Twinkle Little Star, but as soon as he learned the chords, the strings, how to move his fingers along a fretboard, it was over. Yeosang came home from school and picked up his guitar like it was the only thing he cared aboutโ the only thing he lived for.ย
And for a long, long time, it was. The first time he picked up a bass he was twelve. Different from guitar, the neck was longer, the strings were thicker, Yeosang quickly became obsessed with how if you arenโt listening, you canโt pin-point where the bass is in a song. But if you really listen, if you look for it, youโll know that bass is vital.ย
Rhythmic precision, in-sync with the beat of the drums, the sounds coming from a bass guitar are low, but not any quieter. A song without bass is hollow, depthless. For whatever reason, Yeosang became infatuated with the idea, with the fact that if he played bass, if he mastered it, heโd be as vital as the instrument.
Then he learned he was really good at catching a football, and at that point Yeosang had so many hobbies he still to this day wonders how he made time for them all. Keeping up with guitar, with bass, and with football was a lot easier when he was twelve than when he was seventeen, getting scouted for college. Long talks with his guidance counselors, with his parents, and Yeosang knew that football was his choice. Itโd put him through on a scholarship, and he could still play, he could still shred, but football was his top priority.
And for the first two years, he loved it. Life was easyโ he lived in the football house, he had friends, his team, a shared routine with all of them, heโd found a family. He spent countless hours in his bedroom on the second floor, playing for no one. Heโd bring his bass downstairs during parties, play it like it was his hidden party trick. No one knew what his bass meant to him, what music meant to him. He had Jongho and Aven for that, the two people he fully confided in, that knew the feelings he kept in the small corner of his conscience. For those first two years, that was enough.
The end of his sophomore year, when he met the younger man beside him, Jay had heard through the grapevine that Yeosang played bass, and approached him in his lecture hall looking for a bassist for his band. Jisung, Jongseob, two younger guys he didnโt know at all, Yeosang almost laughed in his face, almost asked Jay if he knew who he was.ย
When he met you, for those first few weeks, everything in his life cracked open. He started playing more, he became addicted to it all over again, the weight of mahogany on his lap, strapped over his shoulder. Slapping his callused fingertips on strings and being mesmerized with the sounds that it made, he played often, any moment he could find, with you always at the forefront of his mind. He cared less about football, only that you were on the other side of the field, or on the sideline. He didnโt really care about his teammates, was it so terrible that the only weight they held for him was surface-level friendship? He started focusing on the things that mattered, whatever brought him joy.
You, and his bass. Jongho and Aven, too, when they werenโt a pain in his ass.
It was hours now that heโd spent in Jayโs garage, but thankfully, Jay didnโt bring you up once. As if the younger man knew Yeosang was plunging balls-deep in his own mind, and didnโt want to bring it to the surface. They talked about their show instead, in a week and a half, at the bar they frequented on Fourth Avenue, just outside of campus. It wasnโt their first show at the dingy dive, but they had more original songs now then they did last time they performed there, and pressure was a weight he gladly bore.ย
โI have an idea,โ Yeosang told Jay, the pair in beach chairs on his driveway now. A pizza sat on a folding table between them, two brown bottles of beer on the cement beside their chairs.ย
Jay popped a brow, โYeah?โ
โA song to cover,โ Yeosang says, reaching down to grab his beer bottle, bringing it up to his lips. Swallowing, flushing down the pizza, he continues, โFor the show at Eonian.โย
โThe show is in like, a week.โ Jay shook his head. โFuck no.โย
โCome on,โ Yeosang leaned forward in his beach chair. โDo you trust me?โย
โFine, Iโll bite.โ Jay says, reaching for his beer. Bringing it up to his mouth, his bottom lip touching the rim, he asks, โWhat song is it?โย
Yeosangโs lips pursed. โI donโt know. Yet.โย
โYou donโt know?โ
โI just heard it,โ Yeosang explains, cheeks flushing pink. This is what he gets for speaking without thinking. โIโll find out tonight, play it for you tomorrow.โ
โI donโt doubt that, you fuckinโ weirdo,โ Jay laughs to himself. โIt creeps me out when you do that, learn a song just by listening to it.โย
Yeosang shrugs, a small smile playing on his lips.
When he gets back to his apartment, immediately he's on his couch, sitting over his bass, on the couch, trying to play the melody from memory. He thinks he has one section down, maybe, possibly, by the time youโre bursting through his apartment, right on-time.
His front door slams behind you. Youโre still half-dressed, but at least you had a shirt on now. Even if it was his, and the bottom hem was tucked up into the band of your sports bra, showing off the stretch of skin from your upper abdomen down to the waistband of your shorts.ย
Your hair was still tied up, off your face, white sneakers still on your feet. Fresh off the field, then. โIโm irritated.โ
Fresh off the field and pissed. Yeosang sits a little further back on the couch, readjusting himself, waiting for the explanation.ย
โThose girls have no fucking respect,โ you throw your wristlet onto his coffee table, arms crossing over your chest.
โKarina?โ Yeosang asks, remembering when you were appointed captain at the end of the previous captainโs, Jihyoโs, reign. Karina is the only one on your team who never accepted that you were captain, and not herself.ย
โKarina and her evil fucking minion, Giselle,โ you snap, eyes big and raging. โI think theyโre doing it on purpose. Either to get me to step down or get my rank removed, but the jokeโs on them, because neither is going to fucking happen.โย
ย Walking from one side of his rug to the other, you keep going. โWeโre doing a pep rally next week, and I was told about it a week ago. I only had a few days to choreograph a routine before we needed to start practicing, and I did, now I donโt know if itโs because of where Karina is placed in the formation, but the ones that are watching her are copying her. These girls have been cheering for years, Yeosang, weโre a D1 fucking school and they canโt learn a routine in a few days?โ
Yeosangโs lips flatten. โYouโre putting in the work and they arenโt.โย
You stop in your tracks. โYouโre right, itโs literally only me putting in work, isn't it? I need to talk to my coach, I donโt know how half of these girls made it onto the fucking team.โ
โI could probably learn the routine quicker than them,โ Yeosang shrugs.ย
You nod ecstatically, โYou could. You literally fucking could, Yeosang. You should see these girls, itโs like theyโve never cheered a day in their life.โ
โShow me the routine,โ Yeosang says.
You pop a brow, standing still, palms finding your hips. โWhat?โย
โShow me,โ Yeosang shrugs, then smiles. โLet me see if I can do it.โ
โNo!โ You shake your head like the idea was ridiculous. โIโm not cheering for you, thatโs embarrassing.โย
โOkay, fine,โ he huffs. โAt least let me hear the mix.โ
โItโs not a mix,โ you say, quieter. Voice small, like you were even embarrassed of that. โIt's a song.โย
Yeosang tilts his chin up. โLet me hear it.โ
As you pick up your wristlet, unzipping it to pull out your phone that somehow fits in the tiny, skinny thing, Yeosangโs grip tightens on the frets of his bass, fingers steadying over the strings.ย
It takes you only a moment to pull up the song, to press play, like you hadnโt even checked your phone after finishing practice, you had come straight here. He doesnโt let the thought linger as the beat starts playing through the small speakers, Yeosangโs ears straining to pick apart the melody like he could see the sheet music in front of him.ย
He nods his head as you nod yours, your limbs moving like you couldnโt stop yourself from micro-performing if you tried. Counting in his head, gauging the sound, the rhythm, the beat, Yeosangโs fingers start moving.ย
Your eyes fly to his bass, wide, then back up to him. He starts playing, flawlessly, as if heโd heard the song a million times before.ย
โWhat?โ You mumble under your breath, eyes locked in on where his fingers smack at his strings. โHow the fuck are you doing that?โย
Yeosang smiles, pride in the display of teeth, head nodding along as his fingers pluck the strings. A monotonous beat, his other hand barely moves on the frets.
He gets it now. The song takes shape in his head, his lips scrunch in satisfaction, tongue poking out, nodding to the beat he plays without even looking now.
You look starstruck. Unblinking, stuck in place, eyes wide, jaw slack. You take a step forward, like you couldnโt believe it, like Yeosang was a fucking hologram or something.ย
โYeo, thatโs really fucking cool,โ you almost whisper. Your eyes meet his again, finally blinking, fast enough that Yeosang thinks you mightโve actually convinced yourself he was an illusion. โHow do you do that? Can you do that with any song? How do you know how to play it?โย
Yeosang shrugs off what he takes as compliments. โIโve kinda always been able to,โ he explains. โI started playing guitar when I was eight, bass when I was twelve.โ
Your jaw drops further as you round the coffee table, taking your spot next to him on his couch. โThat long? Like, over a decade?โย
Yeosang snorts, โYes, over a decade. Itโs about time that I did something with it.โย
The song ends, you bury your phone in the couch cushion absent-mindedly, eyes twin saucers as you stare at him like he was a completely different person. โIs that what you want?โ you ask, leaning into the back of the couch, pulling your knees up to your chest. โTo make it your career?โ
He nods without hesitation. โI thought I wanted footballโฆ obviously, going to a D1 school and all. But then I met Jay, and realized that I only played football because I had to, then everything felt like it was moving in the same direction, yโknow?โ
โLike it was meant to be,โ you offer. He nods. Your lips purse, scrunching to one side before you admit, โYou seem happier.โ
โReally?โ He grins, teeth showing. โI guess I am, I like being onstage, Iโve always liked performing, actually.โ
โI never thought that about you,โ your eyes find the couch, a string of fuzz ripped from the seam. You pick at it with your manicured fingers, mumbling, โOutside of football, you seemed content beingโฆ hidden. Quiet, like a mouse. I guess that makes sense, though, you were kind of a star on the field.โ
โMingiโs the star,โ Yeosang says. โHe gets all the glory.โย
โWell, I was always cheering for you.โ You finally look up at him, eyes sparkling, and he can feel his breath catch, hear it. So pretty, so perfect, heโs never loved anything in his fucking life the way he loves you. Maybe music. Maybe his bass. But thereโs still the part of him that knows neither compared to what he feels for you, that you were the reason he fell back in love with music all over again.
โWould you still cheer for me?โ He finds himself asking, but to him, it feels like a different question entirely. โWhen Iโm onstage. Would you cheer for me in the crowd?โ
Your head tilts, a playful smile taking over your entire face. โWait, like, actually come to one of your shows?โ
โYes, actually,โ he teases, shifting his body so he faces you a little more, bass still taking up space between you. He doesnโt mind it, though, barely notices it, not when your gaze fixed on him is hotter, brighter than stage lights. โNext Friday. Eonian.โ
Your lips scrunch again, a cute flush spreading across the apples of your cheeks, your nose. โI donโt know, Yeosang.โ
โYou donโt have to be front and center,โ he urges, โeven though I know thatโs where you love to be. Justโฆcome see me play.โ
You stare at him, eyes dancing across his face, contemplating. Your smile falls a little, and he knows youโre running through the events in your head, what could go wrong, what people would think, what itโd look like if you showed up for him.ย
โIโll think about it,โ you nearly whisper, and he knows that not giving him an answer, avoiding yes or no, was intentional.
Youโve already made up your mind. He knows you wonโt come. He can feel it, an icy chill spreading through his blood, prickling his scalp. Rejection.
All you have is sex. Thatโs all itโs been from the jump.ย
He stands, placing his bass carefully in its stand, deciding that he didnโt want to stare at your perfect face anymore. Looking back at you over his shoulder, he asks, โHave you eaten?โ
โNo,โ you admit. โI came straight from the field.โย
That, he knew. He knew you didnโt eat before he even asked the question. Without thought, without words he aims for his kitchen, sorting through his fridge for something that wasnโt prepped already, his cabinets for anything in-line with your diet which was just as extensive as his own.
โWhat are you doing?โ In the entryway of his kitchen, your shoes are gone, you probably kicked them off somewhere on his rug.
He doesnโt look for longer than a millisecond. โTrying to find something to feed you with.โ
โYou can feed me something else.โ Your voice lowered into velvet, he can hear the want lining your tone, slurring the words together. โIโm still irritated, and Iโd rather fuck it out than eat right now.โ
โShould I act surprised?โ He quips, leaning his hip into the counter, brows flat.
You step closer, confusion spreading across your features. โWhereโd the attitude come from?โ
He runs a hand through his hair, sighing as your feet land before his, your arms swinging around his neck. โI donโt have an attitude.โ
You raise yourself on your toes to bring your face close to his as you say, โYou do, and if you keep it up, Iโm gonna redirect my irritation to you.โ
Your fingers find his hair, nails scratching at his scalp, and his eyes close, lungs emptying. He can remember when you first came to his apartment, vulnerable and needy, asking to fuck him. You told him you had one good thing. He wonders if you were right.
Your lips press into his, soft, questioning, searching for the taste of yes on his mouth. His hands find your waist, lips parting, tongue slipping into your mouth to answer your silent ask. Always yes, heโd never deny you anything, he ignores the way his chest aches, how his throat constricts.
He can remember the day he picked up his bass from the corner of his bedroom at the football house, sitting on his bed, and playing the same measly love song heโd memorized years prior. He hummed the lyrics as he played, fucking up chords, his bass completely out of tune. He didnโt care, though, he could barely hear it over his thoughts swarming, every single one about you. The cheerleader heโd just started hooking up with, the one with a loud mouth and a pretty smile, the girl that made him feel whole again.
For a while, you just kissed. You turned him until his back hit the counter, hands in his hair as you kissed him breathless. Your tongue licked into his mouth like there was new space to cover, land to explore, like he felt new. He let you, mind wandering, hands falling under the tee shirt that swallowed your body, touching every inch of skin he could find, wondering if heโd ever feel the rush of picking up his bass from the corner of his bedroom like it was the first time again.
When you broke away from him, panting, fingers still curled in his hair, you kept his face close to yours, mouths barely an inch apart. He spoke first, though. โThought you wanted to fuck it out.โ
Your lips curve, a breathy laugh tumbling into his mouth. โMe too.โ
You kiss him again, palms sliding across his chest, down to his abdomen, nothing about your touches felt impatient, or stemming from frustration. Like you were basking in him, as if he were the anchor bringing your temper, you back down to earth.
In the times that youโve fucked since you knocked on his door those weeks ago, youโve never just kissed. He isnโt sure if youโve ever just kissed. The lack of heat, without promise, just exploratory, easy. Intimate, in a way, more intimate than his most vulnerable moments with you.
A man he is, with disgusting, primal, masculine instincts, the blood rushing below the hem of his shorts is anything but voluntary. He gasps when your front brushes against him, your body warm, your scent in his nose, stray hairs tickling his cheeks. Youโre all over him, part of you lives inside him, itโs second nature that your spit on his tongue gets him hard. You smile into the kiss, and he can feel the shape of pride in it, the arrogance.
Your palm drops, ghosting over his length in his shorts and he moans. Itโs pathetic, really, how easy he is, how fucking worked up you get him without even doing anything. Your palm lays flat, adding pressure, and he groans.
โWork for it,โ you whisper, palm curving over his length, fingers gripping the width. Yeosangโs hands leave your waist to grab the edge of the counter behind him. โYou know what to do. Make me proud.โ
His hips rock once, experimentally grinding his length into your palm. His head tips back when heโs met with a wall of pressure, your hand unmoving, a surface for him to get off on. He canโt fight the high-pitched whimper that crawls up his throat, pleasure igniting each nerve ending in his body, the apples of his cheeks on fire because he canโt believe heโs getting himself off on your hand.
You make a small sound, maybe in awe, Yeosang isnโt sure. He rocks his hips faster, harder, broken moans and ragged breaths slurring together, completely unbothered by the fact that there were two layers of cloth between skin.
โSo pretty when youโre like this,โ you murmur, palm made of stone, warm like a boulder basking in the summer sun. โThinking with your cock, doing anything I tell you to. Do you always get this hard when you kiss me?โ
He forces out a breathy, โYeah.โ
โMy pretty boy,โ you coo, then smack your lips. โSo good for me. Yโgonna get on your knees after I make you cum in your pants?โ
He moans, head rocking forward again, features twisted tight. โFuck, yeah, yes.โ
โYou want it? Donโt wanna fill me up?โ
He bares his teeth, your question slicing through his pleasure, not enough to get him to fuck up his rhythm. โWhereโ wherever you wantโ want me to, mommy.โ
You gasp, and he opens his eyes to see your brows furrowed in pleasure, eyes dark and focused. His cock twitches at the sight of your swollen, kiss-plump lips, parted, glossy with spit. Pressure builds in his gut, knowing what the title does to you, that it tumbled off his tongue.ย
โCum,โ you demand, the word coated in arousal. โCum for me, wanna see you make a mess.โ
He grunts, gasping out a desperate, muddled moan, but it takes no more than three more humps of his cock on your hand to spill hot, sticky release into his briefs. He hisses at the feeling, uncomfortable, messy, humiliating. When his hips slow to a stop, you donโt move your hand, you donโt lessen up the pressure. Your fingers wrap around his cock over his shorts instead, and Yeosang curses so loudly he prays the entire complex canโt hear him.
โShut up.โ
He shudders, backing into the counter impossibly further, lowered down to his elbows, knees trembling. Whines, whimpers and moans spill from his lips, bucking away from you, jerking rapidly under the weight of your hand. โI canโt take it,โ he shakes his head, sucking air down to the base of his diaphragm. โI canโtโ I canโtโโ
โYou can,โ you move closer, caging him in. Eyes locked on his hips, how he shakes beneath you, he can see the grin on your lips from above you, the curve of your cheeks. โWanna see how much.โ
โNo,โ he gasps, eyes squeezing shut, his body in fight or flight. The overstimulation burns to the point of ache, his mind going fuzzy, all you do is laugh. โPleaseโ please.โ
โOne more,โ your eyes glance upward, round and doe-like as if you werenโt pushing him past the breaking point. You still havenโt even taken off his shorts. โCan you do that for me?โ
Thereโs a demon inside him that loves to obey you. That gets off on doing what you ask of him. It erases his refractory period like it didnโt exist at all.
โY-yes,โ he whimpers, tongue lolling out of his mouth, swiping over his bottom lip.ย
โYes what?โ
โYesโyes moโmommy.โ
โKiss me, baby,โ your voice is so soft he blinks to make sure he heard it right. โCome here.โ
Lifting himself up, your wrist twists over his shorts, palm rolling over his tip and itโs just enough pleasure to get him building again. He pants into your mouth, the kiss not much of a kiss at all, exchanging breath and spit, teeth clashing together. Yeosangโs babbling into your mouth, begging for something he isnโt sure of, reprieve, maybe. But heโs close and you taste so sweet and your hand feels so fucking good and itโs not even touching his skin.ย
Your other hand finds his hair, fingers tugging at his roots, with a sharp hiss from his lips and a stuttered, staggered grunt, heโs spilling into his shorts all over again. You coax him through it, praises, compliments, sweet words he only got to hear when he was obeying you, it makes his brain all fuzzy, makes his abdomen twitch and his cock jump like he had more to give. He knew in his soul that he didnโt.
You kiss the corner of his lips, his chin, his jaw, then pepper short, soft presses of your lips down his neck. โYouโre so good,โ you whisper into his sweaty skin, โalways so good for me. So proud of you.โ
His chest is still heaving, eyes barely closed, but your praise gives him clarity. โNeed to clean up.โ
โWanna see,โ you whisper, soft, delicate hands traveling down his abdomen, over his tee. โLet me see.โ
Your fingers dip into the elastic of his shorts, pulling them down. He can feel the heat of shame, his head tipping backward, eyes on the ceiling. He didnโt want to see the mess heโd made.
He hears you gasp, the trickle of awe falling past your lips. Maybe he does want to see what you see. โYouโre so perfect,โ you whisper, and he looks down at his light gray briefs, the shattered splotch of wetness darkening them into charcoal. Marvelling at the sight, you mumble, โLook at you.โ
โStop,โ he whines, hips twitching, โโs embarrassing.โ
โItโs hot,โ you counter, fingers tugging at the waistband of his shorts, pulling them over where his soft length hangs heavy. โSo messy, youโd do anything for me if I asked.โ
His cheeks burn. He doesnโt answer, tucking his lips between his teeth, eyes finding the ceiling once more. โCโmon.โ His briefs snap against his hips again. โLetโs get you cleaned up.โ
Confused, he fixes his gaze on you again. โWhaโ? Do youโโ
โBathroom,โ you hum, already turning. โCome on, messy boy.โ
He follows, like a moth to a flame, a dog to his owner. You clean him, though, a warm towel to his pelvis, his wet clothes thrown in his hamper. In silence, the hum of the bathroom fan sound enough, he watches you move, the fluidity of your movements, brows crooked in focus, with care. You care about him.
You walked through his apartment like you were angry at god himself and somehow, he diffused it. His head tilts, sitting on his bed, watching you sort through his drawers for new clothes as if he were incapable of doing it himself. Thinking out loud, he says, โYou really should talk to your coach.โ
Your head snaps to the side, black briefs in your hand. Your face reads calm, but your answer is short, โI know.โ
โIf theyโve been torturing you this long, theyโre not going to stop.โ
You sigh, and he knows youโre trying to find your favorite pair of his shorts. Gray, soft, long, they reach below his knees. Finding them, you close his bottom drawer and turn, crossing his bedroom to hand the fabric to him. โWhat kind of captain does that make me? That I canโt handle two girls.โ
He stands, โItโs not that you canโt handle them, you shouldnโt have to.โ
You watch him tug his briefs over his hips, his shorts. โThe other girls, my girls, I donโt want them to think Iโm some kind of dictator. That if you donโt like me, youโre out.โ
Yeosang grins, โThat sounds like a very you attitude to have.โ
You roll your eyes, sitting on his bed, then deflate as your back stretches over his duvet. He can see the hint of a smile tugging on your lips as you argue, โNot when it comes to them. I donโt want them to hate me, or hate cheer because of me. They felt that way with Jihyo, I felt that way with Jihyo, and she chose me. I wanna be different.โ
Yeosang lays down on his bed beside you, flat on his back, lungs emptying as he stares at his ceiling. โYouโre different from her, youโre strict, but youโre not unfair. Just because you donโt condone bullying doesnโt mean youโre a dictator.โ
He can feel your eyes on him, so he turns his head, meeting your stare. โWhat would you do? If you were me.โ
โIโd give it right back,โ he answers, without a second of thought. โYouโre not the kind of person who backs down. Remind them who you are.โ
You stare at him for a second, unanswering. Then your head turns, eyes finding the ceiling, and Yeosang mimics you, staring at the beige wall above him.ย
Minutes might have gone by, maybe hours.
You finally turn to him, โIโm hungry.โ
His brows lift. โItโs late.โ
โI think we both know by now that your bedโs big enough for two.โ
The pep rally was rough.ย
In the locker room, chatter filled the air, high-pitched giggles, yells, conversation swarmed the hallways, bouncing off the metal lockers, directly into your fucking ears.ย
The Birds put on a beautiful show, which you assumed they would, probably the outcome of a pep-talk by the one and only Song Mingi. The team revered him as if he were a god or something, desperate to impress him, like if Mingi said the word, theyโd be drafted to the NFL alongside him. It helped you out, though, it left the crowd distracted, focused on them, a thrum of adrenaline passing through the stadium as you ran onto the turf with your girls.
You donโt think the crowd even looked at you or the team once when you were in the middle of the field, fucking up each step of your goddamn choreography.ย
Your friends werenโt there, there wasnโt a familiar face to look at, to keep your focus on. Not that it specifically bothered you, there were plenty of away games you cheered at where you had to stare at random faces, maybe an older manโs bald head, and used it as a beacon. Somewhere to look. Something to keep your eyes on while you performed outside of your own fucking body.
But the team still didnโt have the routine down, and the last-minute tweaks you made to make the routine easier, to dumb it down, failed. The team couldnโt keep their heads on straight, Karina couldnโt remember what you had just taught her two days ago, and had been rehearsing since. It was frustrating, to know that you failed, to accept that all that you had done still wasnโt good enough. You shuddered thinking about getting a call from your coach later.ย
Enduring all of it, feeling all of it, you knew in the pit of your gut there was something else. You donโt know whatโs wrong with you, whatโs wrong. A sense of dread was consuming you head-to-toe, like something was off, something was missing. You couldnโt put your finger on it.ย
Maybe it was just a rough week; youโre sure the girls hated you right now, with how hard you pushed them all week, they must feel relieved to know the pep rallyโs over. Even if you have to start preparing for competition tomorrow.ย
You caught Jaeminโs eye on your way to the locker room, just a glimpse over the kelly green pom-pom in your hand that held the door open for the rest of the girls. He winked at you, smiled with every single one of those beautiful, white teeth, and you felt nothing. Nothing.ย
You never have felt anything for Jaemin, if you were being honest with yourself. If you were being really honest, if you came to terms with what you felt, youโd remind yourself that every time you catch Jaeminโs eye on the field, after practice, all the times heโs sauntered up to you when you were cleaning up on the turf, flirting with you shamelesslyโฆ you remembered when it was Yeosang. You wished it was Yeosang.
Your stomach aches. Twists, churns, like cramps on the second day of your period. You slammed your locker shut a little harder than you meant to, jaw settled in frustration, palms sweating.ย
โYou good?โ Karina asks, black hair still tied at the crown of her head, curled and framing her face, laying on her shoulders. The massive, bright green bow glimmered, lined with gold and white, bringing out the red in her cheeks.ย
You grimace. Feigned concern, Karina doesnโt give a fuck if youโre okay, she doesnโt care about anyone except herself.ย
โFine,โ you respond, a short, curt reply. It meant don't push it.ย
Karina huffs a laugh as Giselle comes up to her side, the brunette twin smirking as if she could read Karinaโs mind. You think maybe they could read each otherโs mindsโ where one goes, the other follows. Your eyes bounce between the two with growing confusion, your upper body jerks as if to ask what.ย
โNice hickey,โ Giselle giggles. โJaemin?โ
Your hand comes up to clasp around your neck, the spot where Giselleโs eyes were locked. You didnโt even know it was there, you donโt know how you didnโt notice when you were putting your makeup on.ย
โNo,โ Karina makes drama of the word, dragging it out, head tilting to the side, body leaning into Giselleโs. The two had dressed already, back to denim shorts and microscopic tank tops, flip flops on their feet. โSheโs not fucking Jaemin anymore. Right, Captain?โย
Your cheeks flush, an embarrassed heat flooding you. Maybe the reminder of Yeosang is what you needed to fake a laugh, one icy, mean. โAnd since when are you two so interested in whoโs inside me? Are you waiting for your turn?โ
Giselle nearly gags. Karina huffs, โThatโs disgusting, why would you even say that?โ
You shrug, a nasty smirk tugging at your lips. โSeemed like where it was headed. If you asked nicely, I might have said yes.โ
โI wanted to know because I fucked Jaemin,โ Karina stands a little straighter, arms crossing over her chest. โHe said you havenโt called him in weeks. Ghosted him. Guess itโs โcause youโre gay now?โย
You grab your duffel bag from the bench, a rectangular, heavy bag beaming hues of green and gold through the locker room like a kaleidoscope. โWere you talking about me before, or after you fucked him? Or was I on your mind during all three strokes?โ
Karinaโs cheeks redden, face morphing into something horrified. Her eyes dance, searching for something to argue with before she flat out asks, โIโ youโ are you still fucking Yeosang?โ
You hate the way his name sounds on her tongue. Your hand grips your bag strap tighter, knuckles changing color with strength. โNo,โ you hiss.
โWe know you are,โ Giselle crosses her arms, like Karinaโs mini. โAre you going to his show on Friday? To watch your little garage-band boyfriend?โ
Your jaw clenches, ears moving with the grit of your teeth. Karina laughs, head tipping back, โItโs a shame, you know. He had a bright future, but now heโs a loser. Do you think he quit football to get away from you? Just for you to follow him like a lost puppy dog?โย
โI wonder if heโs thinking โdamn, I canโt get rid of herโ,โ Giselle sighs, a finger poking her cheek like sheโs mid-thought. โOr maybe heโs so fucking high from all the weed he smokes he just doesnโt care who heโs fucking.โ
โYou donโt get to talk about him,โ you hiss, stepping forward, dropping your duffel to the floor in a harsh smack. โKeep his name out of your filthy fuckinโ mouth.โ
โOr what?โ Karina steps closer, meeting your broadened shoulders, her chin jutted upward. โGo ahead, do something. Iโll be made captain so fucking quick itโll make your head spin.โย
You laugh, and itโs vile. Low, coated in malice, it takes everything in you not to spit on her. Tipping your chin up, looking down at her over your nose, you say, โYou wish you had someone like Yeosang. The only guys you can get to fuck you are the ones so fucking drunk they canโt see you.โ
You snap your head to Giselle, โIโll be at his show, proudly watching my garage-band boyfriend while you keep plowing through the lacrosse team, praying one of them will actually text you back this time.โ
You bend down, grabbing your duffel bag from the floor. โIโm captain because I deserve to be, I worked my ass off for that title. What have you accomplished, other than living in my shadow?โ
Karina counters, โThose girls watch me, not you.โ
โI wouldnโt be able to look away from a trainwreck, either,โ you bark back, teeth bared. โIโll make sure to keep you in the back from now on.โ
Karina gasps, eyes blowing wide like that was a death sentence. โNo.โ
โIโm the captain,โ you respond, leaning forward, making her shrink where she stands. โYouโll be lucky if Coach doesnโt kick you off the goddamn team after I call her.โ
Steam is radiating off you as you barrel out of the locker room. Chest heaving, jaw locked, fingers shaking around the strap of your duffel bag, your mind is roaring as you nearly sprint down the hallways dripping in gray. Flickers of green and white beckoned for your sight, posters, banners, streamers, you couldnโt see until you were out of the stadium. And then began your trek to him.
He wasnโt home, though. His apartment door locked. You knocked, you banged, you called his name. No answer. You thought about calling him, your phone buried somewhere in your duffle, when you looked down you realized you never even changed. Still in uniform, a green and white tank, Birds printed diagonally across your middle, your matching mini-skirt reaching just mid-thigh.
You needed him, you needed him, not to blow off steam, not to touch him and feel like you had a semblance of control over something. You needed him to tell you again, that youโre strong, you donโt back down, that youโre worthy of your title and you arenโt just like Jihyo. You wanted to hear him say that he was proud of you for sticking up for yourself, that youโre right, only his reassurance could ease the raging war in your chest.ย
You needed him. Youโve never needed anyone in your fucking life.
โHey,โ you hear from behind you, a voice so comforting and warm your body twists.
Your eyes widen, taking in his outfit. Green tee, oversized, white long-sleeve covering his arms. Denim on his legs, boots poking out, hair styled over his forehead, silver gleaming in his ears. Youโre slapped with the memory of waking up beside him, the both of you naked, bodies molding together like youโd both been dreaming of it.
You blink, โWhere were you?โ
His cheeks go pink. Sheepishly, he admits, โThe pep rally.โ
It steals the air from your lungs, relief flooding you, rendering your body hot. โYou came?โ
โYou were stressed about it,โ he shrugs. โI skipped band practice for it. You were right, that bitch was smug, she knew exactly what she was doingโโ
You drop the duffel bag, throw your arms over his shoulders, and steal his lips. He smiles into the kiss, holding you tight, laughing a little at your enthusiasm. โWhy?โย
โYou came,โ youโre smiling, pressing your forehead against his. โI didnโt think you were there, I didnโt even think to ask you to come, Yeosang.โ
โI thought you wouldโve spotted me,โ heโs laughing, his smile silly and happy. โGreen hair and all.โ
Your hands find his hair, soft between your fingers, โSo much team spirit.โ
He kisses you again. โYou caught me, I dyed it so everyone would know I was there for you.โ
You laugh, head tipping back, arms tight around his shoulders. Words thrum under your skin, floating through your limbs, climbing to the tip of your tongue. Your smile falls. Swallowing all three of them down, you admit, โI fought with Karina in the locker room. I think I won.โ
โLike, fist-fight?โ
โStrongly-worded verbal argument.โ
โThatโs your forte,โ he makes a face like that was obvious. โNo shit, you won.โ
Your smile returns tenfold. โCan we go in?โ
โDoes that mean youโre going to change out of your uniform?โ
โYeah.โ
โThen, no.โ
You feel like youโre living outside of your own body.
You arenโt a dive-bar girl, you were lucky you had your ID in your purse, you didnโt even think about needing to show it to the tall, bulky brunette guy standing outside the front door. He let you in, and you mentally thanked god he got you away from the guy smoking the disgusting cigarette out front that nearly choked you. Who even smokes anymore?
Reality hits you, and you remember you're at a bar. Not a nice one, either. Neon signs hang from the walls, license plates and dollar bills scribbled on with black marker stapled to the deep brown oak lining the roof over the bar, music played through the speakers, rock music, heavy music, you fought not to cringe. The smellโ the smell, tobacco and beer and sweat, there were college kids fucking everywhere.
All people your own age, but fuck, each and every single one you laid eyes on, you gave a stare of disgust. You didnโt understand the point of coming here on weekends, drinking until you blacked out, kissing randoms in the corner, the idea of you doing it had you gagging. The bar was packed, brown leather stools topped with people in denim, a guy with a shaved head behind the bar juggling bottles.
You felt scarily out of place. You think you might turn around and leave.
You had too much to make up for. Too much to prove. Too much to fix.ย
Conventional relationships werenโt for you. Your taste was differentโ what got you off, what you searched for in a partner, wasnโt something you could find in just anyone. When you met Yeosang and realized you could be yourself, that you were free, you dug your nails in and refused to let go.
When he quit football and ripped your world from under your feet, you hated him. You hated him for a long while. You were embarrassed that you felt so deeply for someone who was comfortable with climbing down the social ladder instead of up. You felt shameful that you were so attached to someone who didnโt mind upending his entire life, without even considering you or how you felt about it.
You can remember the night he told you he was quitting football, how you screamed at him, you can still count how many times you said no. Youโll regret that night for the rest of your life, because how free you felt with Yeosang, how everything fell into place, how comfortable youโd become being yourself, is what he became after he quit. When he committed himself to his passion.
He was comfortable changing his entire life because he felt safe enough to be happy. He assumed he had your support, that youโd be by his side through it all, and you let him down. You left him. And for what? What the fuck did you leave him for? What shame did you think youโd carry, if your boyfriend was no longer on the football team?
You ordered a drink from the bald guy and ignored his face when Aperol Spritz left your lips. Yeosang showed up for you, after he asked you to show up for him, and you basically said fuck no to his face. Were you really so ignorant that you couldnโt see yourself cracking each and every layer of his confidence? Were you so shallow that the only thing thatโs real to you, is how other people see you? Did that make it reality?
Itโs pathetic. Heโd give you the world if you asked him to, and youโve never done anything for him. Youโve never given him any reason to be kind to you, any reason to love you. And yet he still trusts you with every ounce of himself, trust youโve never, not once, deserved.
Youโre simmering in rage, self-loathing as you take the seat of a high top table in the back corner. Bare legs crossed, one knee over the other, the toe of your heel sits on the bar of the chair, your mini-skirt covering only what it needs to. You feel eyes on you, on your low-cut top, and the part of you that still clings to being perceived, wonders if theyโre judging the streak of green you clipped into your hair. The one that matches Yeosangโs shade exactly.ย
You keep the skinny black straw attached to your lip, the orange liquid in the tall glass bitter. Your eyes find the stage, still dark, the head peeking out of the side. Olive skin, dark eyes, ebony hair spiked atop his head, you think thatโs Jay. Youโve never met him, only heard about him from Yeosang, but from the description you remember receiving, it matches him. Your back straightens when you realize his eyes land on you, the two of you wide-eyed, staring at each other. You couldnโt be sure, the stage on the opposite side of the bar, but how his body seemed to freeze, you think he might know you, too.
You poke at your phone that laid dark on the table-top. They were supposed to go on any second now. Your leg starts bouncing, lips sucking on your straw, guzzling down liquid. Impatient, nervous. You scan the bar, muscleheads, girls half-dressed, people dressed in all black, silver sparkling on their wrists and necks.
You spot Mingi at the bar, and for a second you feel relief seeing a familiar face. His eyebrows are tied together, mouth moving, hands splaying with every word like heโs mad. Then you spot Aven beside him, chin jutted upward, shoulders back like she could will herself into being taller than him. Your brow pops in curiosity.
Eyes sliding to the corner, you spot Karina, Giselle, standing with another girl that looks semi-familiar. Then you notice cigarette-guy at her back, arms wrapped around her, and you cringe as you remember the smell of tobacco. Says a lot about your two teammates, if thatโs the company they keep.
It feels like fucking forever until the music shuts off, the lights go dim, and the stagelights burn warmth. Jay walks out first, you think the brunette is Jisung, the small blonde boy Jongseob. Yeosangโs last, and your glass nearly falls from your fingers.
Heโs in leather. Black, on his legs, hugging each and every muscle in his thighs. On his bicep, a band, leather and tight, it squeezes him ever so slightly, his bicep bulging out above and below it. On his left hand, a loop around his pointer finger, covering the stretch of skin on the outside of his palm.
The tank on his upper half is cotton, you think, low-cut, showing off his pectorals, the hint of purple from the hickey youโd left days ago still bruising his skin. His hair is messy, freshly dyed, bright and neon and attention-stealing. His smile is wide and sure, his grip on his bass firm, youโve never seen him look so confident. So assured.
His eyes scan the crowd, the people who flocked to the stage. Jayโs speaking, you canโt hear him, it was as if there was a tunnel between yourself and Yeosang, the two of you on opposite sides, all you could see was him, all you could hear was him.
And like he really was on the opposite end, his eyes landed on you. They stay there, widening ever so slightly in surprise, maybe happiness? You hope itโs happiness. You can feel your heartbeat pick up, heat on your cheeks like you were the one beneath the spotlight, you wondered if you made a mistake in coming here.
Jay strikes a chord, and Yeosangโs muscles flex as his fingers find the strings of his bass. For too long, his eyes stay on you, like he couldnโt believe that you were really there, as if heโd made it up. You throw him a little wave, a small smile, and he beams.
The first song was original, you recognized it, something punk, loud and rhythmic. Your head nods, your foot bouncing against the bar on the chair in tune with Jongseob beating on the drums. Halfway into it you know theyโre talented, better than good, and you curse yourself for never asking Yeosang to play for you. For never caring about this side of him, never showing interest, never wanting to know.ย
Itโs not until the third song that your cloud of self-loathing dissipates, because you recognize it. Last week, he sat on his couch, bass in his lap while you played it from your phone. Just days ago, you performed with this song as the fucking track.ย
You stand from the chair, his eyes find yours. Smirking, like he knew exactly what was going through your mind. Then youโre fighting through the crowd, kitten heels stepping in puddles of liquid, arms pushing people out of your way like they were nothing but obstacles. You were sure people cursed at you, yelled at you, you didnโt hear them, not when you were feet away from the man you love and he was playing a fucking song for you.
Bodies jumped at the front, arms swinging, people singing along. You stood there, eyes wide, trying to catch your breath, hand over your pounding heart in your chest. Heโs beautiful. Sweat kisses his skin, his pink-splotched chest, hair already wet and sticking to his face. Youโve never seen him look this way before, confident, more than confident, arrogant, evenโ fingers plucking at the strings like he could play it with his eyes closed.
You love him. You love him.ย
Overcome with emotion, adrenaline pounding through you like Jongseobโs sticks hitting the drums, you let go. Jumping, singing along, your arm swings over your head, the sound of your heels hitting the floor completely drowned out. You keep your eyes on him, completely and utterly ecstatic, and Yeosang smiles back, refusing to take his stare away from you like he didnโt want to look away, either.
You love him, you love him, you fucking love him.ย
You loved the structure of your relationship before he quit football. You loved him in uniform, in cleats, a football in his handโ but was this that much different? Was this not better, doused in black and leather, his fingers creating instead of catching? Did the rush you felt when you kissed him on the field even compare to the rumbling in your chest right now? Why the fuck did it take you so long to give it a goddamn chance?
For the rest of his show, you stayed up front, and to your surprise and his, you knew some of the songs. Old music your dad used to play when you were growing up, but that kind of nostalgia sticks with you, glued to your spine. Much like your eyes stayed glued to him, swaying back and forth, jumping out of your skirt when Jay and Jisung started shredding. What the hell have you been so afraid of?
After they bow and leave the stage, youโre moving with them, pushing through bodies to the left of you to try and get yourself where Jay had poked his head out earlier. You werenโt thinking, you didnโt even consider if you were allowed backstage as you pushed yourself forward, forward, forward.
You needed to see him, needed to touch him, you needed him. You needed to tell him you fucking love him, that youโre proud of him, that nothing makes you happier than seeing him happy.
He meets you at the curtain. Dark eyes dilated, body doused in sweat, clothes sticking to him, you didnโt care. He pulls you behind it and you donโt say a word before you throw your arms around his neck and crash your lips onto his.ย
He holds you steady, one foot stepping backward to keep you both upright, heโs laughing into the kiss, giggling like he still didnโt quite believe you were here. Pulling away, your hands fly to his hair, โIโm so proud of you.โ
โYou came,โ he says, voice breathy, he still hadnโt caught it. โYouโre here.โ
โYouโre insane.โ You laugh, pushing the stray hairs off his face, your feet not even touching the ground. โYouโre fucking insane, Yeosang, I didnโt knowโ I didnโt know you were so good.โ
โDamn, what about us?โย
Your smile drops, eyes blowing wide as you lift your head up. Jisung stands with a brow popped, Jayโs face flat, Jongseobโs face blown into full surprise, hands half-gripping his drumsticks like even he couldnโt believe you were here. It was a sorry excuse for a backstage, or a green room, you werenโt sure. You were at a dinky dive bar.
Yeosang slowly lowers you back down to the ground as you swallow, โSorry. Hi guys.โ
Jayโs lips stay flat, he waves, just a movement of his fingers. Jongseob blinks. Jisung grins, โHiii.โ
โThat was incredible,โ you force a smile, itโs nervous. โYouโre all so talented.โ
โWe put him back together,โ Jay says, tone flat. Yeosang jumps, trying to interject, but Jay cuts him off, โWe were there when you destroyed him. Do you even know what he went through?โ
You swallow, cheeks flaming. You shake your head.
โJay,โ Yeosang warns, his voice tight. Youโve never heard it before, but you barely notice, you canโt when Jayโs eyes thin further.
โDonโt force us to do that shit again,โ Jay barks. โIt took too long, and weโre too busy.โ You loose a breath at the amusement playing in his tone. โAnd we better see you at our show next week.โ
Nodding, you immediately agree, โI wonโt, Iโll be there. I promise.โ
Jisungโs hands find Jayโs shoulders, nudging him forward, โCome on, father Jay, Jesus Christ. Letโs give them some space.โ
Jongseob follows the pair, eyes still wide and sparkling, head never once turning away from you as all three of them walk through the curtain. You release the rest of the breath you didnโt know you were holding as you turn back to Yeosang, โDid he mean that?โ
Yeosang starts to shake his head, mumbling reassurance, hands searching for your waist, but you stop him. โSangie,โ you urge him, โdid he mean what he said? Did I hurt you?โ
โCan I say something without freaking you out?โ Yeosang asks, and your hands find his shoulders as you nod. โI was, like, balls-deep in love with you. When you ghosted me, I went off the deep end a little.โ
Your bottom lip curves, pain slicing through you. โIโm so, so sorry.โ
โThatโs in the past,โ he shakes his head. โLong time ago.โ
โNot long enough,โ you whisper. โIโll regret hurting you forever, Yeosang. Iโll never do that to you again.โ
His eyes dance across your features, reading in-between the lines. He doesnโt respond.
โDo you still love me?โ you ask, and fear curls in your gut.ย
His lips perk upward, โYou know I do.โ
A smile dares to swallow your face. โIs it okay that I love you, too?โ
He answers with his lips on yours, both of his hands on your back, kissing you so hard it dips your body backward. You squeal into his mouth, arms flying around his neck, holding him tight as he lifts your feet off the ground.
โYou showed up for me,โ he says into your mouth, before kissing you again. โYou cheered for me. Thatโs all I could have ever wanted, ever asked for.โ
โStart thinking of new gifts,โ you say as you land back on your feet. โThereโs a lot I need to make up for.โ
He presses his forehead to yours, fingers squeezing at your hips. โThe fact that you love me is enough.โ
You cup his cheeks in your hands, heels lifting off the floor to press another kiss to his lips. โYou make me a better person, Yeosang. You let me be me. I want to be that person for you, too.โ
โYou areโโ
โNo, Iโm not,โ you shake your head, your smile weak. โBut I will be, if you let me.โ
He kisses you again, and itโs answer enough. He pushes you backward by your hips, five steps before your back gently hits a wall, arms closing around his neck. You throw one of your legs over his, pushing your tongue into his mouth, fingers toying with the hair at the nape of his neck.ย
โSay it again,โ he says into your mouth, pushing his hips into yours.ย
โI love you.โ
He moans, quiet, but telling. โAgain.โ
You roll your hips against him, โI love you, Yeosang.โ
His palm finds your thigh, gripping tight as his other hand tilts your jaw upward, kissing you deeper, harder. Your hands search his abdomen, his chest, sliding up to cup his cheeks, using the smallest bit of force to pry his lips off yours.ย
โYouโre not fucking me here,โ you breathe out, taking in his dilated pupils, his red cheeks. โThis place is disgusting.โ
He snorts, head dipping forward, โYouโre gonna have to get over that, what if I go on tour one day and wanna have a quickie backstage?โ
A full-body shiver racks through you, and it only makes him laugh harder. He kisses you once more, then peels himself off you. โI love you, too, even the high-maintenance.โ
โYou donโt even know half of it,โ you bring your leg back into yourself, both feet finding the floor, fixing your skirt. โHow high-maintenance I actually am.โ
โI assume Iโll be learning.โ
โYes, you will.โ
you are an HONEST PERSON with a warm heart do NOT steal my shit masterlist ๐ฆ
หโโงห possessive/rough yunho headcanons
nsfw
wah: dommy yun x subby fem!reader, gagging/choking, rough oral & intercourse mention, creampie, nose fucking, name calling, sex toy usage, heโs a bit attached idk
wordcount: under 1k
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possessiveโ yunnie; forces his lengthy fingers down your throat to hear you gag. loves the control he feels when heโs the reason behind your lack of breath, knows he should feel wrong due to the dangers; but he canโt, he doesnโt. it fucking excites him to have this much power over you
possessiveโ yunnie; loves how dumb and limp youโd go after a while of him ramming his cock into your hole, your body completely giving out on you, heโd mention how much hornier itโd get him to be able to toss you around so easily
possessiveโ yunnie; whoโs mouth would know just how to give you exactly what you need, heโd be absolutely experienced with claiming every spec of you, savoring you with fading praises of โmine, mine, mineโ
possessiveโ yunnie; whoโs eye contact is nothing but purely intoxicating, knows exactly how to toy his way into getting whatever he wants from you, pro at demanding with just one look and heโs well aware of the fact, best eye fucker there is
possessiveโ yunnie; doesnโt understand the perception of time when it comes to hearing back from you; who in the middle of work would be checking at his blank phone possessively waiting to get a response
possessiveโ yunnie; is addicted to stuffing the furthest part of your pussy with his cum, heโd have you spend the day full of him as a punishment for โdisrespecting himโ when realistically he just found it satisfying to have you be his personal cumslut
possessiveโ yunnie; likes to force a vibrating cock into your pussy whilst you struggle to keep your eyes on his, tinted lips of his wrapping into a harsh suck around your clit, heโd come hard without you having to reciprocate
possessiveโ yunnie; wonโt take a no for an answer, could give a fuck less for excuses, heโs accustomed to getting his way and wonโt expect any less from you. if heโs pent up and youโre giving him trouble by being a brat? heโll take it all out on you
possessiveโ yunnie; always hungry to patch his lips onto your own, lips would commence parted and heavy against your mouth, low grunts escaping his chords like holding himself back wasnโt an option. tongue would softly claim your mouth as his, deep romantic kisses that hunted you down no matter where you went
possessiveโ yunnie; gets off to the little sounds you make when heโs meanly fucking your throat. eyes of his would sit low and lustfilled, distracted by the bulge of his tip hallowing your cheeks around his thick length, the fucker would be smirking the entire time too, nothing he enjoys more than having you vulnerable for him like this, โjust mine to use, huh?โ
possessiveโ yunnie; the dangerously manipulative type that make you feel so much smaller than them in every aspect possible, he can be so mean and degrading yet so good at desensitizing you to the point you donโt notice right away to call him out on it
possessiveโ yunnie; whoโs obsession over you runs so deep that when away he jerks off to the videos he would have of you, reminiscing and subconsciously mimicking the way your face would scrunch in pleasure as he would first stretch himself right into you
possessiveโ yunnie; whoโll get you to ride his nose infront of of long mirrors to get the perfect view of you toying with his width as he focused on making you come all over his face, heโll force you to say affirmations to yourself as you reached your high, him immediately stopping whenever you failed to follow through, โso fuckinโ pretty..look at yourself and say it, baby. come on, donโt have me stop now.โ
possessiveโ yunnie; secretly loves it when youโre a total bully to him to later on have an excuse to go rough on you, total piece of shit when angry but thatโs exactly why you do it
possessiveโ yunnie; wouldnโt necessarily get into fights over you but always stood his ground when it came to defending your name, he viewed you as his most prized possession and nobody dared interfere
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หโโงห Needy Mingi headcanons
this is nsfw !!
warnings: subby mingi x dommy fem!reader , perv mingi, mingi x body worship, cnc, overstimulation, cum dump
wordcount: under 1k no promises
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+ needy๐๐mingki heโd try his best to not touch himself after youโve instructed him not to, poor veiny cock of his would glisten in his own bliss, jumping to the mere thought of being pleasured by either of you, pretty eyes of his tightly shut as his lips only rambled pleads for you to put an end to your torture
+ needy๐๐mingki doesnโt believe in a reality where he shouldnโt be between your legs every single day, even if itโs not to make out with your cunt heโd be kissing and gliding his nose and face against your inner thighs for his own pleasure, bottom half of his humping anything for friction, him drunk in your scent and you addicted to his mouth
+ needy๐๐mingki who would explode whenever youโd intentionally call his name a little whinier than usual, doing this ever so randomly catching him off guard has become your favorite hobby, looking down onto his pants and seeing them tighter than they were minutes prior always felt like a reward
+ needy๐๐mingki whoโs so obedient it hurts.. heโs learned the hard way that doing as told is his best bet so he quickly let you take over him and his actions, and fuck was he so good at it; great at keeping his needy eyes on yours and his hands to himself whilst you jerked his long cock for him
+ needy๐๐mingki whoโs eyes would turn soft to the sight of your pretty cleavage, heโd be extra good in hopes youโd let him worship your tits for as long as youโd allow
+ needy๐๐mingki who although perceived greatly as dominant externally; likes to let himself be carressed and taken care of by you, having your hands softly glide against his smooth skin, earning inaudible whimpers from the man youโd cradle below you he only feels as safe under your breach
+ needy๐๐mingki who would perversely undress you with his bare eyes whenever you two were out in public, eyes would stab right through your soul scanning every single one of his favorite body parts on you imagining how he can make love to your body in more ways than one
+ needy๐๐mingki you having to learn to fully ignore his explicit sexting whenever youโre out in public, heโd always mention how watching you chat away like youโre not destroying him and his cock, is unfair
+ needy๐๐mingki whoโs taller figure wouldnโt do much fighting against his neediness, heโd be quick to drop to his knees and beg for you to finally pay attention to his body only for you to smear and lather his tears around his face with a smile plastered on your own to the way heโd freeze drowning into your tease
+ needy๐๐mingki when you were away heโd go through your clothes to grab and kidnap your bras for his own undivided pleasure, would plaster his entire face into the cups and even use them to fill like buckets with his own cum
+ needy๐๐mingki whoโd quietly kiss your sleeping body slow enough to where he wouldnโt wake you but close enough to where you wouldnโt be distracted by the hand creeping up your abdomen, heavy breaths following every inch he got closer to your immobile nipples
+ needy๐๐mingki would favor dancing in corners at gatherings that way he was able to kiss you passionately without being the center of attention, pretty lips folding into a pout whenever he would try grabbing at you but youโd remind him of public indecency
+ needy๐๐mingki having to wipe his tears away as you overstimulate his needy self, heโd beg you to use him until you were satisfied but heโd have no clue you were in for it to watch him sob for you to stop
+ needy๐๐mingki who would groan and cry in his sleep from nightmares of losing you, quickly reaching out to the other side of bed to feel the warmth of your presence sitting up quietly caressing his softer locks in hopes to calm him, defined nose nudging onto the arm you caressed him with, chasing your movements with pure desperation as if youโd disappear again
+ needy๐๐mingki whoโd depend his life onto french kissing your folds, lush lips of his dragging dangerously slow between your major and minor labia just for him to finally land onto your aching bud and suck..hard.. poor thing too pussy drunk too realize how much heโd accidentally be too rough with his tongue between your legs
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Jealous | (mingi headcanons)
โฎpairing- jealous!mingi x female!reader
โฎsummary- Mingi is a jealous maniac for you and only you.
โฎwarnings- public sex/touching, possessiveness, mirror sex
โฎword count-306
โฎa/n- part 3 of love type series. previous: part 1, part 2
โฎ Jealous!Mingi who is loyal to a fault. Once you allow him to be your boyfriend, he commits to the relationship with everything he's got.
โฎ Jealous!Mingi who hates being apart from your side, even for a second. "Should I buy a collar and leash for you? That way I could always have you near me." "Mingi I'm just going to the kitchen." You say laughing. "I didn't hear a no." He half-jokes.
โฎ Jealous!Mingi who notices guys staring at your legs and ass when you wear a short skirt on a date with him. He doesn't get mad at you, he trusts you. But he doesn't trust anyone else.
โฎ Jealous!Mingi who boldly palms your ass in front of them to send one simple, clear message: "She's mine".
โฎ Jelous!Mingi who sprays his jacket with his favorite cologne before draping it over your shoulders, so you won't forget about him.
โฎ Jealous!Mingi who installs a mirror on the ceiling above his bed so you can give him even more attention while he fucks you.
โฎ Jealous!Mingi who leaves marks all over your body to remind you of him. "Who owns these beautiful tits?" He growls before biting down on one of them, then soothing the spot with his tongue. "Mingi does!!" You helplessly cry out as he smirks against your chest.
โฎJealous!Mingi who fucks you from behind while you're pressed against his window. He's proud to show off his eager, cock-hungry princess to anyone who dares to look.
โฎ Jealous!Mingi who happily watches his come drip down your legs. "You're so pretty this way, do you really have to clean it?" He says while pouting as you wipe yourself.
โฎ Jealous!Mingi who holds you tightly against his chest after sex, as if he's afraid you'll disappear.

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thinking about seonghwa who you meet out at a bar one night with your friends. itโs a lesbian bar, one you guys have yet to visit.
youโre only a drink and a half down when you see her on the back patio. sheโs alone. smoking a cigarette while she stares out into the street.
she thinks itโs cute when you approach her. innocent. the glint in your eyes is nothing but curiosity to her. the bar is packed. itโs a friday nightโthe younger crowd. thereโs no way youโd be more interested in her than a whole bar full of beautiful singles your own age.
you ask her name, subconsciously leaning into her. she tells you. you laugh. nothingโs funny. but the nerves keep bubbling up inside you.
she asks how old you are, and the number tumbles from your lips. she smiles. youโre so young. so much to learn. to experience.
she laughs. itโs a sound you think youโll never forget. like sinking your face into a cold pillow. or pulling a fresh shirt on after a shower. itโs sweet, smooth. and the lips it comes from circle back around that cigarette. you eye it closely. watching how effortlessly it sits between her fingers. โiโm old enough to be your mother.โ your thighs press together. she doesnโt notice.
โwhat are you doing later?โ your voice is softer than you mean. but she hears you.
a look of confusion spreads across your face. she tells you that sheโs just going to sleep when she gets home. โlet me come with you.โ
youโre begging at this point.
โhoney,โ sheโs scolding you. like a teacher telling you youโve missed the mark. โthere are plenty of girls your own age that would love to go home with you tonight.โ
you shake your head, eying the cigarette again. itโs sitting in front of your face this time. you wonder if sheโll put it out on you if you asked. youโd let her pick the spot. right in the center of your cheek. so could see it in the mirror every morning and remember how sheโd rejected you.
and maybe thatโs what you needed all along.
(until you start your new job next week and realize sheโs your new bossโs wife)
โiโm old enough to be your motherโ already horny and yet it kept going! was not meant for me but it felt made 4 me โyou wonder if sheโll put it out on you if you askedโ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ right right right toes curling in my fucking shoes rn
u always write her so deliciously dee. it always hurts a lil too
โฎโ๏ฝกยฐโฉ tonight - yunho x fem!reader x mingi
โ ห๏ฝก๐ฆน SMUT 18+ MDNI, theyโre mean like mean as hell, size kink like โtinyโ as a name take it however u want, like a few lines of daddy kink, mxm action but just kissing rly, threesome, wet nโ fuckinโ messy, no more spoilers thatโs all u get
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โ ห๏ฝก๐ฆน a/n this was a commission!! thank u to the lovely yestodayys cult member who let me run with her idea and well. create this! i had SO MUCH FUN and i'm glad u love it and now u all get to read it too <3
The bar has been refurbished since the last time you came here.
The overall layout is still generally the same; during your search for your friends, youโve looked in the ladiesโ room - still to the left of the bar, cramped, only two stalls, line way too long, though it isnโt the hospital powder pink it once was - and in the smoking area, thus far. The latter looks pretty much the same, although you admit they canโt really change that much; beneath your denim jacket, youโre still only wearing a minidress and boots and itโs fucking cold.ย
Escaping back inside seems the best idea. Realistically, if theyโre not there or in the restroom or here, in the main room with the bar, you may as well just get over it. Thereโs no signal in this place for you to text them either - there never has been - and you donโt want to leave this early. You can still have a good night. You undoubtedly know some of the people here anyway - hell, maybe youโll find a man.ย
Itโs the overall vibe thatโs changed more than anything else; you think they must be going for some sort of seventies concept now, while before it was largely unthemed. It seems to bring more customers like this - the place is packed full on a tacky illuminated dancefloor, no one dressed the part, though beneath the flashing lights and disco ball you can't really tell. Itโs flashy, somewhat exciting; itโs why you decided to wear your vintage denim jacket, even if no one else was going to play along.
The drink youโve been nursing is still over half full, so you bypass the bar and go straight to the dancefloor. The music doesnโt match the vibe either, but youโre not bothered, swaying in your spot to the random dance song they have playing and taking a generous gulp of the liquid to ease yourself in.
Okay, it definitely feels like a better time now. Perhaps the rebrand has had some effect. You move your hips, jacket falling down your bare shoulders before catching on the strap of your bag.ย
Lost in your own world, you almost miss it as you turn around to look amongst the crowd; but no, clear as day, tall and attractive enough to make your heart stop - two men, one in baggy clothes and an obnoxious fur coat and one in tighter, flared jeans, long sleeve tight across a toned, broad chest, sipping on their drinks, staring at you like a pint of water in the middle of a desert.ย
You see them after they see you. Youโre not sure how long theyโve been looking at you, these two men, but god theyโre fixated and it makes you stop too. They canโt look away, both of their gazes trailing down your body as you move and sway with your drink in your hand, and your breath catches in your throat - not that youโre complaining, though. Theyโre handsome, though you assume they came together and will be leaving together too, judging by the way theyโre glued to each otherโs sides.ย
The taller one seems to have more of a grip on the situation than the other man, but theyโre both intimidating, domineering. He whispers something in the other manโs ear, long fingers brushing at his neck. Their eyes still don't leave you though, and the shorterโs plump lips break into a grin, leering, too satisfied for someone who hasnโt even spoken to you - let alone touched you. He mustโve said something he likes.ย
You canโt help yourself. You smile back, and he flicks a few dark blue strands out of his forehead, taking a sip of the liquid heโs got in his glass before he slams it down on the table decisively. He says something else to the other man, something you canโt even try to lip read because he turns his back to you. He gives him a cheeky smile, almost like heโs doing something wrong, and begins to push through the crowd on the dancefloor. You stand dead still.
You wonder about the situation between them. Clearly, theyโre more than friends, and it seems like the taller is the one in control, but - whatโs this? The shorter man is approaching you, his too-large brown fur coat seeming ridiculous in the heat of the bar, but you see as he gets closer that heโs got nothing but a waistcoat and baggy trousers underneath. He shoots a few amused looks back at the other man, who looks less than pleased at his misbehaving, but it doesnโt sway him - once heโs at you, he pulls you into him so your back is pressed against his front and whispers in your ear just loud enough for you to hear him.
โWanna dance?โ
Do you? Fuck yeah, you do - and with his partner too, if heโs up for grabs. For now though, you suppose one will have to do, because as you smile flirtatiously in response and the DJ changes the music to something else - something sultry, heavy, with a solid beat - the man starts to grind his hips so sensually you forget everything else. Heโs good at this, angling you with a firm palm on the plush of your tummy, fingers wrapping in the fabric of your minidress so that your hips grind back against him.ย
The fur of his coat is expensive, you can tell just by feeling it when your hands go back to grip on his arms, and his teeth bite into his bottom lip when you grab at him.He lets you balance yourself with your hold, his own hand moving up to your chest, both of you moving in a sinuous movement that has you realising how good heโd be in bed if he dances like this.ย
Just before you forget, ring-clad knuckles come to the bottom of your chin and angle your head towards where you were previously looking. Heโs still there, the other man, and this time he looks positively engrossed, arms folding over his chest - his eyes donโt leave the two of you, a smirk playing at his lips like he canโt quite believe it. Itโs as if youโre performing for him, the two of you, nowhere near in control of the situation; you wonder what it is, this situation, and if itโll end in you getting fucked by both of them.
The man next to you chuckles before fully humping into the curve of your ass, unashamed; the line of his cock presses against you, half hard, fat and steadily growing like youโre doing a lot more than just grinding on each other in a packed bar. You gasp, muffled by the music but he seems to have heard it despite the noise - he nudges his nose into your neck, impatient.
โWe came together, me and him,โ he says, tone casual though he has to shout a little to be heard. The words say everything despite being so few, but you donโt falter, hoping that youโre moving against him in a way thatโs still inconspicuous enough to be passed off as a dance. โThat okay?โ
You shrug as casually as you can, skin starting to feel a little heated. This is the jackpot, you think. โI donโt mind taking two.โ
โI bet you fuckinโ donโt.โ He huffs out a laugh. โDonโt mind putting on a show either, do you? Iโm Mingi, by the way.โ
โMm, hi Mingi,โ you giggle, and Mingi shakes his head, disbelieving, a smile pulling at his lips. You canโt believe it either, quite frankly, how well the nightโs turned out, and your head lolls back against his broad shoulder as you move, fur coat soft under your head, a grounding presence. The other man is still looking, and you find yourself drawn to his eyes, holding eye contact with him as you manage your next question, โwhatโs your boyfriendโs name?โ
A hum, and then plump lips press a gentle kiss to your jaw. A shiver wracks through you, straight down your spine, and he does it again a few times just to watch the effect it has on you. โYunho,โ he breathes, โhis name is Yunho. Shake this ass on me, let him see it.โ
โHe likes to watch, huh?โ You say, as if you have any problem with it whatsoever. The song changes, a dance track with an even dirtier beat now and you do as he says - youโre shaking your hips to the rhythm before you can feel embarrassed about it, everyone around you too occupied with their own dancing or flirting.ย
โThatโs a good fuckinโ girl,โ he hums, hand moving from your front to your hips, fingers ghosting over the curve of your asscheeks where your hips get plusher and move into your thighs. Hands dig into flesh, and he groans, rutting against you once, twice, enough to have you squirming, starting to worry someone might notice. โFuck, look at that. Shit, should we just take you back now? I wanna tear this ass apart.โ
You canโt help it - you laugh again, hand coming to Mingiโs jaw to pull him forwards, his cheek pressed against yours. Yunho rolls his neck, tongue poking over his bottom lip before heโs placing his drink down and you think heโs made the decision for all three of you.ย
ย โAnd him?โ You murmur.
Mingiโs nose brushes against your cheek. โHeโll tear you apart too. Might even be nastier than me.โ
โI find that hard to believe.โ His hips hit you just right, slow, to the beat, and you breathe heavily when he spins you around to face him like heโs going to kiss you. Heโs pretty up close, sharp nose and dark blue hair and plump lips that form a predatory smile. โFuck, Mingi, take me home.โ
โEager girl.โ His head drops down, kissing you chastely square on the lips once, then twice. His lips are buttery soft and you chase them when he pulls away. He doesnโt care that youโre in public, so neither do you - you press yourself against him harder, arms wrapping around his shoulders. โWe need to talk to Yunho.โ
โNo need.โ Another voice, and another set of big, big hands that wrap around your waist and pull you back into him. Youโre trapped between them now, because despite being unfamiliar with them you know whoโs just gripped you and gotten involved. โSheโs right, we should take her home. Youโre an aching little thing, hm?โ
Fingers dip up under the hem of your minidress where it hangs around your thighs, nails scratching against your skin, teasing. Youโre not sure who it is this time, but the touch is so close to your panties that you whimper, the sound so broken that Yunhoโs head dips into the other crook of your neck with a deep sigh, mirroring where Mingi continues to bite at you the other side. โP-please, I canโt take this anymore, I want you both, can we-โ
โFine,โ Yunho breathes, exasperated, and a firm, guiding grip comes to rest on the back of your neck. โLetโs get you home, tiny.โ
โOn your knees.โ A firm hand pushes on your shoulder, forcing you down before you can decide to obey; you drop to your knees in your pretty dress, your legs bare, their carpet scratching against your skin. Like this, theyโre looming over you in a different way than before, and all you can see is long, long legs in baggy jeans and firm torsos heaving - theyโre waiting, perceiving you, seeing if youโll do anything else. Yunhoโs the first to speak again, grin wide when he turns to his partner, โthatโs it. Sheโs pretty like this, isnโt she? Quiet, so needy sheโll do anything, waiting for us to just say.โ
โSheโs beautiful,โ Mingi says, fingers pulling your hair backwards to force you to look up at them properly. โSlutty, too.โ
You whimper, squirming in his grip, though not enough to be told off for it. You wonder if theyโre hard already, fat lengths trapped in the confines of their pants, but you donโt have long to think about it - Yunhoโs long fingers start working at his belt, and before long the leather is pulled out from the prongs and his button is being pushed open.ย
It exposes his black boxers, and you realise youโre not even looking at him anymore. Fixated on his crotch, you wait, mouth open and spit pooling at your bottom lip like a drooling dog. They both sound amused, but they donโt make you wait, Yunho pushing down his boxers and revealing his tan shaft.ย
Thick, long and veiny, it springs against his stomach. It curves upwards, tip a darker shade and swollen, but not leaking just yet. The moan leaves your throat before you can help it. If Yunhoโs is like this, you canโt imagine the other man - but fingers tighten in your hair and redirect you back before you can even turn to try and get a lot.ย
โMm, no,โ Yunho murmurs, and you look back up at him. He looks pleased by how enthralled you are, a smile pulling at his lips, and his hand comes down to slap his shaft against your cheek once, twice. You shiver. โYou can show her yours too, Mingi, really get the slut going. She wants two at once, after all, donโt you?โ
โI do, I want both.โ You nod dumbly, pathetically; Mingiโs resulting groan is delighted, low in his throat. His tongue licks at his teeth as he works at his own belt, and his baggy jeans drop with a rustling noise at his ankles, unashamed. Yunho has tucked his boxers underneath his balls but Mingiโs less reserved, shunning his boxers as quick as he can as Yunho starts slowly stroking half of his shaft inches away from your face.
Fuck.
Mingiโs big too, a little shorter but thicker again and his tip is leaking like a fucking faucet. If heโd left his boxers on a little longer youโd have seen the drops beading upon the fabric but heโs too impatient for that, already stroking his cock quicker than Yunho, moving hip to hip with the other man.ย
โYou want both?โ He smacks his cock against your other cheek, laughing delightedly when you moan, nodding eagerly. โOpen your mouth then, thereโs a good whore.โ
You blink, in a daze. โI- I canโt fit both-โ
โObviously,โ Yunho scoffs. โUse your hand for the other. Are you stupid?โ
Oh. Something must show on your face, a wordless reaction to his words because Yunhoโs grin turns predatory then, and when he grips your hair now itโs harsher, firmer than his boyfriend had done. You scramble to say something to quell this harshness, stammering, โN-not stupid, Iโve just neverโฆโ
Yunho bursts out laughing. Your gut clenches and your pussy burns in your panties, so slick and needy that you try to rut down the floor, to no avail. โNever had two cocks at once? We all know thatโs a fucking lie, baby. I think you need to stop talking.โ
Heโs forcing you down on his cock before you can retort.
You still try to splutter something out despite your lips being wrapped taut, barely fitting just half his length into your mouth though he tries to fuck past the resistance of your throat anyway. Your words die in your throat, replaced by a strangled whine; Mingi grabs your hand himself, impatient and wraps your fingers around his cock - putting you to use.
Heโs wet from his precum already, soaked and sticky and veiny and it makes a slick noise when you start to move your fingers. Itโs hard to concentrate on both but thankfully you donโt have to do much thinking; Yunho fucks himself into your mouth for you, skin salty with his own precum. Unable to do anything more than just be a ragdoll for them, you allow yourself to slump a little, mouth wrapped tight around one and hand around the other, hips just barely squirming where youโre sat. A noise leaves your throat when Yunho fucks into the resistance a few times, a deep groan leaving his own mouth.
โTight fucking throat, hm? How tight is that cunt gonna be?โ
Mingi groans, and his fingertips press at your cheeks, feeling the thickness of Yunhoโs cock through your skin. He manages to move you over to him, and his shaft burns when it stretches your lips apart, thicker, wetter - you start to drool with tears biting at your eyes and he chuckles breathlessly at the sight of you.
โYou like it mean, huh?โ He doesnโt expect a response, voice gravelly as he starts to fuck your mouth. Heโs sloppier than Yunho, a little more careless, and the strangled noise you make is embarrassing when he forces his cock all the way down. It hurts your throat but he presses your nose into the tuft of his pubes like he doesnโt really care, grinding his hips against your jaw, fingers pressing at your throat where he now bulges it instead.
When you manage to look up through a glassy gaze, you see them both together. Mingi captures Yunhoโs lips with his own, one hand leaving you to cup the other manโs jaw, their tongues intertwining messily between spit-slick lips. They both groan, deep and from their chests like theyโve been waiting for this all night - your whine is louder though, nails scratching at their thighs because youโve wanted to see it since you saw them together on the dancefloor. It forces saliva to bubble down your occupied lips, dripping over your chin and down to your throat, over Mingiโs rings.
If theyโre amused by your reaction, they donโt separate for long enough to show it. Yunho tugs you to him again without even glancing your way, long fingers in your hair, and this time youโre able to get a momentum. Your mouth sinks down on him before he has time to force you there, your other hand coming to grasp Mingiโs slippery length, the saliva giving more than enough lubricant when you start to pump.ย
Like this - not being yanked around - youโre able to focus, and you canโt help the noises that spill from your chest; your pussy is wet, drooling and dumb already, and they continue to make out above your head like itโs nothing that should affect you. Your gut burns, wrenching with need and want and something embarrassing because all youโve done is suck their cocks and youโre this desperate, but it doesnโt stop you trying to get their attention.
Tongue digging into the underside of Yunhoโs tip, you pool spit into your mouth and it bubbles over your lips messily, letting you sink back down on him with a wetter, tighter suction. Heโs still too big to take too much comfortably but you force your mouth down, jaw be damned, hand occupied with another cock that you think youโre doing a decent rhythm with, and on the upwards stroke you press your tongue into his piss slit and suck hard.
It works. You hear the sharp inhale of breath, and he pulls away sharply from Mingi, lips parting in a louder noise just as the blue haired man moves to messily press open-mouthed kisses against his neck. He doesnโt stop him, one hand going to his head to hold him there.
โDirty girl, knew you had it in you,โ he murmurs, before his jaw goes slack in a groan, head rolling back where Mingi kisses him. Your hand has paused on the other man but if heโs annoyed, he doesnโt show it, shaft bobbing uselessly as he bites at the curvature of Yunhoโs neck with his eyes on you, where youโre kneeling below them. โBet sheโs all gooey down there from sucking cock, too. Little hole clenching around nothing, slicking up her thighs, clit all swollen and hard.โ
Mingi grunts, a primal noise. โCanโt wait to look. Taste it, too. I know itโs fuckinโ pretty, all soaked and tight and- ah, fuck this, I gotta-โ
Two hands underneath your armpits, and youโre thrown chest first onto the comfortable bed by a very strong grip. You have enough space left in your brain for the moment to present yourself, pushing up onto your knees and letting your front lay flat to curve your spine - Mingi groans in appreciation, wasting no time before heโs pulling your dress up to your waist and your panties down to your knees.ย
The cold air hits your cunt and you moan, trying to turn your head to the side to have a look at what heโs about to do to you before someone - youโre unsure who - pins it right back down, flat, suffocating.ย
โLet me have a look,โ Mingi coos, and two thumbs come to pull your sticky folds apart. Youโre soaked, you can feel it - itโs smeared up to your asshole from how youโve pooled in your panties, and though you hope he hasnโt noticed it, hasnโt gotten any ideas, a deeper part of you hopes he ignores your pussy and eats that hole instead. โSheโs so fuckinโ messy. Fat little cunt too. When did you start leaking like a virgin, baby? When you were on your knees in front of our cocks, us stood above you like we fuckinโ own you?โ
You canโt reply - again, you donโt think he wants you to. Is he even talking to you, or is he talking to her?
It was Yunho that pushed you down, you realise, because itโs the same second pair of hands that slide the straps of your dress down over your shoulders. Nudging the fabric down so that it all bunches at your waist, he scratches his fingernails over your spine on the way down, leaving you bare but feeling quite like something animalistic.ย
โMm, actuallyโฆโ A nose nudges at your core and then a tongue, fat and steady, is sliding through your folds and humming when he tastes your arousal, smacking his lips messily like heโs eating a good meal. โYouโve been wet even longer, havenโt you? Since we danced in the bar. Oh, thatโs something. How pent up are you, sweetheart?โ
You whine. Thereโs no way he could know that, not really, and you know heโs just teasing you but heโs right - you were.
He continues, wet tongue moving to lick circles over your clit as he slurs. โCanโt blame you, โm desperate for this too.โ
โStop talking and eat.โ Yunho sounds amused. โPoor thing looks like sheโs gonna die if she doesnโt get something.โ
At least it makes Mingi move, his lips smacking wet over your pussy before his tongue slides through the plush of your folds. The bridge of his nose is sharp when it bumps into your perineum, his tongue tracing your hole before it pushes inside and he savours your arousal from the inside with a deep, gravelly moan, something that ricochets through you and makes you finally beg.
โYuyu,โ You sound broken, too needy to think, and you feel it too - your head spins and you know you havenโt done well verbalising it but Yunho somehow knows what you need, sliding two long fingers past your lips for you to suck on. It doesnโt help, Mingiโs plush lips kissing down to your clit and making a home there, tongue darting underneath the hood to rub over you so intimately that you would never be able to stop the way you buck. Your hips fuck back onto his face but his strong forearm hooks around your tummy to keep you steady, your eyebrows furrowing in a subdued keen.
Yunho smiles, fucking his fingers into your mouth, watching the way you suck earnestly like itโs a cock - can you even tell the difference right now? Itโs like you can see the wonder on his face before he speaks, cock half hard against his thigh, โDo you need something inside, honey?โ
Your resulting noise is loud, deep from your chest - youโd forgotten that was an option with the way his boyfriendโs lips are working over you, but before you can beg properly the man grunts, lips leaving you for a moment.
โIโm gettinโ her ready for you, babe. She can wait.โ
โMm.โ Yunho raises an eyebrow, confused, although his fingers leave your lips and brush over the base of his tummy almost instantly. โYou donโt wanna go first? You were desperate a second ago-โ
โAre you kidding me?โ Mingi grins, all teeth that nip into your thigh as an afterthought, making you squeak. He ignores you, continuing like you canโt hear him, โa pussy like this is even better when itโs been nutted in already. I love me some sloppy seconds.โ
Before you can raise any kind of objection to being talked about like that, right over you while heโs between your legs, Mingiโs tongue dives back between your folds. He licks up your arousal and drools onto your heat, pushing further up, where his hands spread your cheeks and expose the smaller hole, the one that makes your face flush and gut wrench in embarrassment.ย
โBet youโd let us fuck this too,โ he grumbles, and you nod, squirming in your place, as much as you can with the way his boyfriendโs pushing you down. โHow fucking filthy. You just met us and youโd already let us fuck your asshole open. God, youโre amazing, might be fuckinโ made for us.โ
Something bubbles in your gut, something so needy that you canโt help the garbled wail you let out. Itโs incoherent at first, but Yunho lets your head move just enough to verbalise what you need to, โWant you both, anything, please, please, give me cock-โ
โGive me cock,โ Yunho giggles, shaking his head in disbelief. โWhat a bimbo. Fine, Iโll give you cock, honey. Mingi, lemme move her.โ
Mingi obeys instantly, pulling away from your slick cunt and thighs, letting you be manhandled again by the taller man onto your side. You know this one, deep in your lust-muddled brain, and you let one leg slide forward to display your core as he slides behind you, chest to your back. Heโs fully naked now - youโre not sure when this happened - and the palm he smooths your hair down with grounds you a little, other hand moving secure on your tummy.
โYโwant it?โ He murmurs, and you see Mingi moving next to you, naked, muscled, distracting - your mouth waters. His eyes move down your body, over your flushed cheeks, teary eyes and down to your nipples, the curve of your tummy and the swell of your thighs; his hand moves to his cock, and you see his gaze move down Yunho, too, before he finally grips the base and starts to move up the vast length. Yunhoโs fingers tighten in your hair a little, bringing your attention back to him. โDonโt get distracted, tiny. Talk to me. Do you want it?โ
He moves his cock to the mess between your legs, pushing through arousal to get to your folds and at the resistance of your hole. The weight of it makes you gasp wetly, but he doesnโt let you squirm away when you try, only pulling you back into it.ย
โS-So big, Yunho, I want it, please.โ
โThere you go, good little slut,โ He coos, satisfied, and pushes just the first inch in. Your hole clenches tight from the stretch, almost pushing him back out and he groans, using his grip on your thigh to pull you back onto it. โLet me in, baby.โ
โC-Canโt help it, ah-โ
Something shifts in him then, and the next thrust of his cock is stronger, meaner, something that makes your walls give way to more of him, accompanied by a sharp bite to your neck. It hurts a little but it feels so good; your eyes roll back in your head with a keen, and Mingi huffs out a breath.
โOh, little bitch is so fuckinโ tight,โ he moans, one palm coming to push your leg upwards, against your side, trying to open you up further. It doesnโt help - heโs just far too big, your pussy tightening in protest despite how bad you fucking want it. โDo I have to split your hole open to get inside? Funny, โcause itโs fucking drooling around me like it canโt get enough.โ
One of his hands comes to rest on your breast, idle but firm, and his thumb swipes over your nipple just to make you gasp. You try to fuck yourself downwards but he really is too big, cockhead already hitting your cervix and it knocks the wind out of you. Mingiโs hand tightens on an upwards stroke of his shaft and he smiles, amused, eyes flicking between you and his boyfriend.
โLet him in, sweetheart. Heโll make it hurt.โ
You try your best; squirming and whining in Yunhoโs hold you manage to slack your gummy walls enough for him to push more of his cock inside but it makes you squeal, too much all of a sudden, and his fingers move from your chest to your clit. His nails dig into it and you gasp, writhing away before his grip pulls your back to his chest again.ย
โWhat the fuck is this for if I canโt fuck it? Useless little cunt otherwise, hm? Maybe I should just pull out, leave you-โ
โNo, nonono, please, Yunho,โ You babble, moving around enough that it forces more of his length in. This time he seems to push past something that allows him to sink in balls deep, and itโs so far inside, pressing at your cervix and you think you might cum already.
Yunho huffs, placated now that youโve let him in, yanking you backwards by your ass, letting the plumpness of it rock him into a bounce. It works, and he starts to fuck you steady, slow at first, letting you get used to it - his knuckles graze at your nipple before he pinches meanly, a breathless, chuckle of pleasure leaving him at your jolt.
โFu-uck, โs so- need more, more, please-โ
โMore?โ He asks, like he didnโt know, and you nod dumbly. Youโre shocked by Mingi responding, not Yunho; walking on his knees towards you, his fingers come to your clit and roll it between his fingertips. Itโs too much all of a sudden, and Yunho starts to speed up, his long, ridged shaft cutting into your gummy walls. Mingiโs ministrations make your pussy easier, more slack, and Yunhoโs able to fuck quicker, cock not prohibited by how tight youโre squeezing around him. โThatโs it. There you go, Min, cocksleeveโs gushing like a little whore now.โ
โMm, can feel it,โ The man in question murmurs, eyes fixated on you like youโre the best thing heโs ever seen. Your eyebrows knit in pleasure, lips parting in a squeal when his thumb rubs over your bud firmly, and this time you feel it, the slick, sticky gush of your pussy with every thrust. It leaks over Mingiโs fingers and further down, to your thighs, Yunhoโs balls and his own lithe legs.ย
You feel dumb with it all, and youโre not even halfway through taking one.ย
โFeels nice like that, doesnโt it?โ Yunho sounds unaffected, and you whimper, nodding, โI can tell. Dirty cunt gushing like that, Iโd swear you came already.โ
Mingi leans down on the bed, distracting you momentarily before thereโs something wet pressing at your clit. Itโs his tongue, you realise, and you canโt control the hand that goes to that dark blue hair - he moans at the feeling of your fingers tightening, tugging, and you force his mouth closer, wet lips mouthing over your pussy until he hits Yunhoโs cock.ย
โShit, thatโs so-โ you gasp, hips bucking, โoh, I- fuck, Iโll cum, please-โ
Mingiโs tongue moves over you again, licking over the intrusion of his boyfriend inside of you. It doesnโt stop his movement, his cock still pistoning in and out while youโre forced to take, take, take, and when the shorter manโs lips purse and suck on your bud you writhe away, pleasure all-consuming.
Your orgasm hits you hard, beginning in the base of your tummy and making your thighs shake. One hand holds Mingi steady, and the other moves to Yunhoโs side, anchoring you through it, but your pussy clenches dumbly in a rhythm that makes the man inside grunt and bite your neck sharply. Your own noises are abused, loud and too incriminating, but neither men make a move to quiet you.
โRide it out, cโmon,โ Yunho says, voice hoarse, and you find it in your static body to fuck yourself on both men while your legs lock and your toes curl. โGood girl. There you go, thatโs it.โ
It helps, quelling the strong climax into something steadier, nicer, and Mingiโs tongue flicks over your clit just enough for you to come down from it.ย
The kiss the older man gives you is controlled, a little awkward from the angle but it tells you everything you need to know. Youโre safe, youโre looked after and itโs exactly what you need after an orgasm that strong - his nose bumps your cheek when he kisses you deeper, giving you a few pecks as he pulls away; it makes you want more, but heโs already moving.
You realise too late that Yunho still hasnโt finished, and he pushes you onto your front, leg still slightly raised from the way he had you. His hips hit your ass as he bottoms out again, and you gasp - itโs so deep, so much that you want him to cum soon, hope heโll cum soon and fill you up, and you remember you have another one to take after this. The realisation makes your pussy clench as he fucks inside and he lets out a stuttered breath against your shoulder, bumpy nose nudging at your jaw.
โYouโre okay,โ He soothes you, and you nod, whimper soft. โIโm gonna cum soon, baby. Gonna make you take it, โkay? Then Mingiโs gonna fuck it back into you.โ
โY-yeah,โ you nod, and when Yunho starts to thrust again, punishing, Mingi seals your lips with his and swallows your noises. He kisses messy, teeth nipping at your bottom lip and he lets you suck on his tongue when you need something in your mouth again, not minding at all that your hands scramble at his broad shoulders for purchase.
You feel Yunho pull backwards, hands on the small of your back to hold you down, and itโs the sight of you and his boyfriend kissing that does him in. He gasps, letting out a shaky breath as he presses his hips tight to the plush of your ass, cockhead fucked so deep that it makes you try to squirm away again; Mingi keeps you still, giving you dirty, open-mouthed kisses and licking over your teeth.
Between your legs, you feel thoroughly used - when Yunho pulls out, cock softening a little, your pussy gushes fresh cum and as if itโs his queue, Mingiโs already moving over.
Yunho slaps your ass as he moves away from you, โAtta girl. Sheโs ready for you, Min.โ
Fingers prod at your swollen hole, messy, creamy rivulets slicking down to Mingiโs rings as he spreads it open and inspects. If you had anything left in you, youโd feel embarrassed at the way heโs looking at you so intimately but well, heโs already done it once and youโre still horny. You shift back on the bed and chase his touch when he moves away, although you donโt have long to be disappointed because the feeling of a blunt cockhead against you makes you push your hips up, front going slack again.
โLook at that. Dumb slut knows how to present for a cock,โ Mingi chuckles, although thereโs no real bite to his words - his breath is shaky as he shuffles towards you, and seconds later thereโs inches of fat cock spearing you open because he canโt wait himself at this point.
โO-oh,โ You stutter, head raising and knocking back. You see Yunho, in front of you now, face so close to yours but itโs comforting rather than threatening. โFuck, itโs-โ
โSsh, just feel it,โ Yunho murmurs, stroking your cheek with one, big hand, and your eyes roll back into your head when he starts to thrust. His movements are deep and slow at first, letting you feel all of it, every vein and ridge and you swear you feel him leaking inside, too, when he pushes deep and pulls you flush against him like he isnโt fucking your pussy open in front of his boyfriend.
Mingi whines, sharp, โTiny little pussy, so small, fuck-โ his fingers hook around your shoulders, pulling you back onto him, โhow are you still so fucking tight?โ Your own hands scramble in the sheets until your fingers hook into them for leverage, and you writhe, moaning so viscerally that Yunho pets your hair to calm you down. Mingiโs thicker than him so despite taking the older man first, the stretch of your hole to accommodate him has your eyes watering, his hips stuttering into the creamy mess of a hole that his boyfriend left. โCan I- fuck, I canโt, I canโt, canโt play anymore-โ
โMingi,โ Yunho warns, but itโs softened by the grin curling his lips, fond.
โCanโt, fuck, baby, I love your pussy,โ Mingi babbles, and his hands move to your asscheeks, spreading them further, watching where his cock disappears into you. Itโs slick when he starts to move, a creamy ring around the base of his cock, wet plaps echoing around the bedroom when his balls begin to hit your clit steadily. โLove- love it, love it everytime- I love you.โ
Something dawns on you. Youโre not playing anymore, not really, not the elaborate scene Yunho came up with late at night before you headed out to the bar you three met at - and your back bows towards the bed, curling away from your boyfriends,ย
โMmgh- I love you too,โ You whimper, scrambling on the sheets for your third, your other boy. Fingers intertwine with yours immediately and he kisses your hairline, your nose, your lips; you cry out, head lolling against his. โYunho- Yuyu, Yuyu, love you-โ
โI love both of you, although youโre both fucking pathetic,โ Yunho laughs, smoothing your hair. โCanโt even roleplay properly. Both of you cry like virgins as soon as I let him get inside of you.โ
Mingiโs head drops to your shoulder, his weight pinning you down when he collapses atop of you. Youโre separated from Yunho but you donโt mind at all when he starts to drill you properly - this is his favourite position, after all, it didnโt matter if it was you or Yunho underneath him.ย
His hips donโt stop moving, pistoning into your cunt where youโre flat on the bed, his lips parting in a deep groan, โPussyโs too good to think. Sorry, Yunho, p-promise it was hot.โ
Heโs not sorry at all, you all know that. Yunho scoffs. โI know it was. You two acting like sluts on that fuckinโ dancefloor, just like you were all those years ago. Hard, leaking, wet in your pants looking at me. I could see how horny you were.โ
โMmhm,โ Mingi nods, delirious. Youโre not able to respond, chest clenching in pathetic wails every time he pushes deep, fucking the noises out of you, and his hand moves to your back, soothing over your spine until he slaps your ass hard just for the sake of it. โG-Good little toy, thatโs right, donโt have to speak, just take it. Good girl.โ
Heโs babbling again, nonsensical, praises and degradation into one - heโs always the same, and it always makes you gush easy for him. Yunho slides your hair out of your face, exposing flushed cheeks and spit slick lips, your eyes crossed with pleasure. The sight of you makes them both groan, and the older man plants a gentle slap on your cheek, gripping your jaw when you gasp.
โFucked dumb,โ He muses. โHow pretty. Why donโt you cry a little for him, hm? You know he loves that.โ
โItโs so much,โ you manage, and he nods, cooing at you. Itโs that which finally breaks you, and your chest bubbles with a sob, ripped harshly from you. โโS so much, I canโt- canโt take it, daddy, please!โ
They laugh at you again, you hear them, though Mingiโs is a lot more in awe than the other manโs.ย
โWhoโs your daddy, baby?โ Yunhoโs asking you, and itโs something he asks you often but it feels like youโre trying to move across clouds to respond to him. Everythingโs so soft, comforting but your pussy continues to get rammed, overwhelmed, and you squeal, legs knocking together when you feel his thrusts start to get harsher but staggered.ย
โB-both of you.โ You slur. โBoth- daddy, fill me up too-โ
It ignites something in Mingi - he pulls out, gripping himself at the creamy base and flipping you over by your waist again. Youโre on your back now, able to see them both, your boys; Yunho has that cheeky glint in his eyes that you love, looming over you with a half-hard cock and tousled, boyish hair - if you didnโt know him, you would trust him.ย
Mingi distracts you, crowding into your space with furrowed eyebrows, thick thighs knocking your legs apart again before he sinks back inside. Yunho laughs at his impatience, hand smoothing over the younger manโs back as he starts to fuck you again and you know heโs really gonna cum now, moving so fast and hard that you both get knocked up the mattress a little.
You keen, โFucking- oh, oh, thatโs-โ
โLanguage,โ Yunhoโs hand moves and pinches your thigh, and you wince, legs locking around Mingi. He pins you back down and then moves his focus to your clit, rolling it between his fingers; itโs so wet that it feels too good too quickly. โGonna cum, arenโt you, baby?โ
Your eyes roll back into your head when his fingers move over you instead, firmer, rubbing circles that make you heave, trying to catch your breath. Unable to answer him again, he hums, displeased.
Thatโs right, you almost forgot. He lets you get away with some things earlier but you donโt act like that around him, not really, only when youโre pretending like you donโt know them. Now, you know them, and there are rules - that also means you beg to cum, and you thank whatever higher powers there be because you remember before you fall off the edge.
โPlease,โ You struggle, nails scratching at both of them again, their arms this time, โplease, please let me cum. Daddy, daddy, please-โ
Mingi growls, fixated, โIโm gonna fuckinโ cum, you better cum with me, tiny.โ
โThere you go, honey. Your daddy said you can,โ Yunho says, almost too sweet for you to believe but no, they did say that, and youโre squealing from it before they can take it back.ย
You gush again, fluttering and writhing where you lay and halfway through it, Mingi nudges the dark haired manโs head to press his cheek against yours at an angle and kisses you both.ย
Barely knowing what to do in your haze, they hold you still, tongues both messily sliding over yours, over each other - the man inside of you whimpers, thrusting harshly one last time, gasping against your mouths before he fills you with a fresh wave of cum. His cock throbs with it, pumping into you and when he canโt take it anymore he collapses, head on your chest, full weight a little overwhelming.ย
Yunho kisses you a few times, fingertips moving to rub soft circles into your shoulders, your upper arms, before moving across your boyfriendโs scalp, massaging him too. He moans gratefully, exhausted, and you feel the same - your limbs are stiff and you groan when Mingi finally rolls off, slumping next to you in the wet sheets.
โIโll just be cleaning you up, honey.โ Yunhoโs voice is gentler, and you hum, a smile creeping on your face - there he is, always in control. Mingi mumbles something that you donโt quite catch, arm hooking around your tummy, but your boyfriend hears him, chuckling, โThat was referring to you, too.โ
You want to laugh. โDonโt tell me he was trying to move.โ
Yunho shifts closer, wet towel suddenly soft against your skin, and when you finally open your eyes heโs there, still naked, cock soft against his thigh and you wonder if he came again, sometime during it all. โLike I said, both of you fuck like virgins. Dead afterwards. Perished, even.โ
You canโt argue. Youโre not planning on moving any time soon; although the sheets are ruined, youโre exhausted after all that. The boysโ roleplay ideas are always crazy but well, thereโs some that get a bit out of hand, like recreating the night you all met.
For the second time, Mingi grumbles nonsensically next to you. Yunho kisses the mole on the younger manโs cheek before kissing your hairline again.ย
โSpeaking of perished,โ He murmurs, eyes shifting down to you playfully, putting on a dramatic voice, โI still think the next scene should be me, as Spider-Man, saving you and Min from possible perish-โ
โEnough,โ You grumble, kicking him softly with your foot. โGo to sleep.โ
His laugh is so loud it makes Mingi kick him too, half-asleep, but then he really does settle, towel discarded on the floor. As if he was waiting for his presence to drop off properly, the younger man squirms closer on the mattress and reaches over you to tug Yunho in, pulling you into a pile, legs intertwined and a little sticky. Itโs soothing though, naked and cuddling with your men, and Mingi starts to snore almost instantly.
The man plastered to your back sighs, though you know heโs not really bothered. โSleep? With that?โ
You huff, โThen just talk to me, duh.โ
โDuh. You can actually just watch me play video games, if you want. Remember, my new monitor came yesterday, itโs curved and sexy and itโll show you everything in-โ
You fall asleep before heโs anywhere near finished.
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[ex-husband!wooyoung x ex-wife!reader] third & final part of the wifey series! (for real this time) smut minors dni 18+ | spoilers in the warnings: pregnant reader, mentions/thoughts about abortion, divorce, walking wooyoung like a dog, wooyoung being wooyoung lol, tooth rotting fluff, pinv, fingering, creampie, in-love sex | wc 19K thank you so much for reading and interacting with me during the stretch of this series, it's kept me motivated and excited to write, i am so grateful to every single person who reblogged or commented or sent me an ask. i love u fr and i will miss them BADDD
โDid you know mommyโs sick?โ
Just past five thirty on a Tuesday night Wooyoung finished eating dinner with Kyungmin, a meal he threw together quick and easy after he picked his son up from after-school care. Standing at his kitchen sink, he turned around to eye his eight year old with a singular eyebrow raised. โSick?โ
โShe keeps throwing up,โ Kyungmin, eyes focused on his screen laid on top of the kitchen island counter, didnโt spare Wooyoung a glance as he spoke. โAll. Day. Long. Yesterday, she threw up while she was driving me home from school.โ
Wooyoung fully turned around at that, brows knitted together, kitchen sink still running, the titanium holding three more dishes he still had to wash. โWhile she was driving? Or did she pull over?โ
His son looked at him with such an incredulous look it made Wooyoung feel a little stupid for asking the question. With a little giggle, Kyungmin answered, โShe pulled over, duh.โ
โOkay, attitude,โ Wooyoung is always amused whenever he sees you in your son, even if he thinks Kyungmin is all him. Sitting in the same clothes he wore to school today, a tee shirt, loose jeans that Wooyoung bought him, his favorite Elsa and Anna socks, his eyes went right back to his tablet, the case bright green against the deep granite countertop. โDid she go to the doctor?โ
His kid shrugged.ย
โKyungmin,โ Wooyoungโs tone was stronger, beckoning for his sonโs attention. The boy lifted his eyes away from his screen as Wooyoung asked, โHas she said anything about it?โ
โJust said sheโs sick,โ Kyungmin shrugged again, sounding irritated that Wooyoung was taking him away from his screen time, โshe told me not to tell you.โ
Wooyoungโs smirk was anything but involuntary. His son, indeed. โBut youโre telling me anyway?โ
โItโs stinky,โ he uttered, crinkling his nose as he said it. A little quieter, a little smaller, he mumbled, โAnd itโs scary.โ
โDonโt be scared,โ Wooyoung soothed, turning off the kitchen sink before leaning his elbows on the granite, leaning over the countertop so he can be eye-to-eye with his son. โMommyโs okay, I promise.โ
Kyungmin lifted his eyes, a twinkle of fear swirling in whiskey, eyes that were identical to his own. He whispered, โHow do you know?โ
It made sense then, why he hasnโt been served papers. Even if it fills him with hope, he knows thereโs a long fucking way to go before actual progress is made, although itโs already been over two months since that dreadful night on your living room floor. He expected to be served within two weeks, maybe three, but nine have passed and nothing, not a whisper about his least favorite word that starts with D.ย
God knows he hasnโt brought it up.ย
โBecause daddyโs always right,โ Wooyoung gleamed, and the smile made the corner of Kyungminโs lips curve upward. Wooyoungโs head tilted, โArenโt I?โ
Kyungmin shook his head, โNo.โ
โBoo,โ Wooyoungโs lip lifted, dragging out the word in a sneer. โCome on, I was right this morning when I said making bunny ears with your shoe laces is easier, right?โ Kyungminโs lips pursed like he was trying to fight his smile from growing. Wooyoung made his way around the kitchen counter, coming up behind Kyungmin, โAnd I was right earlier when I said youโre still ticklish, wasnโt I?โ
His hands jumped for Kyungminโs sides, and his heart sang listening to his sonโs loud, wild giggles. He stopped tickling to wrap his arms around him in a tight hug, planting a kiss to the top of his head. โDaddyโs always right, and I said mommyโs gonna be just fine, so trust me, okay?โ
Just fine. Nine weeks of pick-ups and drop-offs damn near silent, everything was so fucking far from fine heโs barely slept in weeks. He finally came clean with his therapist, who he hoped and prayed had something legally binding her from reporting his lawyer in some way, which might be the result of leftover anxiety from doing such a thing in the first place.ย
He should have waited. He probably shouldnโt have done it at all, but he did, and he should have fucking waited to tell you. If youโre pregnant, which heโd place a million dollar bet on if youโre throwing upโif this pregnancy was anything like your pregnancy with Kyungminโhe could have waited until you were farther along. Hell, he could have waited until the baby was born.ย
Any time would have been better than the time he chose. When you two were on better terms, smoother terms, he should have told you then. When it mightโve felt like everything was falling into place. Instead he ripped things apart all over again, and now theyโre worse than they were to begin with and fuck he was back to square one or even something before that. Square negative ten.ย
His therapist wouldnโt agree with any of that, but whatever. Heโs losing his mind. But the little boy in his arms is keeping that singular thread of rationality stronger than steel.ย
โCome on, stinky, shower time.โ
โIโm not stinky,โ Kyungmin huffs, โyouโre stinky. You smell likeโฆ you smell like my butt.โ
Wooyoung raises his brows at the littleโs head tipped backward into his stomach, โSo your butt is stinky?โ
Kyungmin smiles, โNo.โ
โOkay, so maybe weโll go to bed early tonight, since you forgot how to make sense,โ he lifts his son by his armpits onto the floor, and the tablet dangles from his right hand, which Wooyoung scoops up with his own. โThis screen is frying your stinky brain.โ
โYou have a stinky brain,โ Kyungmin points, then turns on his heel, giggling just as wild and just as loud all the way to the bathroom.ย
โThis stinky brain created you,โ Wooyoung calls after him. โIf Iโm stinky, youโre stinky!โ
โYouโre the stinky one!โย
Wooyoung canโt help the snort that rips from his nose as he throws the tablet onto his couch, making his way towards the bathroom in the middle of the singular hallway in his entire apartment. Almost-bachelor-pad, Yunho and Aurora had called it. โThen Iโll take a shower after you, stinky boy. Do you need help with the faucet?โ
โYes, please!โ
His smile doesnโt leave the entire time heโs in the bathroom. Turning on the faucet to the right temperature, helping Kyungmin with his shirt that got stuck going over his head, even smelling Kyungminโs stinky socks that really were fucking stinky. Hearing his son laugh again, his favorite sound in the world, he remembers the days he could hold the boy over one forearm like it was yesterday.
Fuck, and he might have another? Another shot at creating a life? Hearing his baby laugh for the first time? Take their first steps? Hear their first word? Another child to see himself in, to see you in, a life created by both of you, by the time heโs spread out on the couch half-listening to Kyungmin singing a song from Kpop Demon Hunters, somehow he mindlessly got his phone out, your contact information on the screen.ย
Somehow.ย
You donโt pick up on his first try. So he calls again.ย
โIs Kyungmin okay?โ
You sound like summertime. Even if your voice is ebbed in panic, burnt at the edges like youโre trying to contain the flame, you sound like the morning of August twenty-third, the morning he met you, fifteen years ago.
โHeโs fineโโ
โWhat do you want?โ
The flame burns freely once more.ย
He didnโt really think this far. Tongue-tied, he sputters over his next words, โI- um, just- uhโโ
โWooyoung,โ your voice is stern, a warning. It doesnโt help how each one of his limbs has seemed to lock up. โWhat do you want?โ
โYou.โ Fuck his brain and his vocal chords for not working as a team. He lets the following pause settle, hoping youโd take it as a joke, at least. If this was a month ago you wouldโve hung up as soon as he said Kyungminโs fine.ย
โWell you fucked that up,โ you say matter-of-factly, as if he didnโt know it down to his very fucking soul. Closing his eyes, bringing his palm to his forehead, he sighs. โIs there anything in particular that requires you calling my phone at six oโclock on a Tuesday?โ
โAm I allowed to talk to you?โ
โNo.โ
โWhat?โ Thereโs a part of him that feels like throwing the same tantrum Kyungmin threw yesterday. โWhy not?โ
โBecause youโre a deceitful, selfish asshole, and a pain in my fucking ass.โ
His lips thin, face going flat. Can he blame any of this on pregnancy hormones yet?
โLookโโ
โNo.โ
โPleaseโโ
โNo.โ
โHoly shit can I please just fuckingโโ
โNo.โ
And the line runs dead. Sighing, he runs a hand through his hair, throwing his phone on the couch beside him. He groans after watching it bounce to the floor, sinking deeper into the tough, barely broken-in cushions, knees spreading, heโs really fucking close to throwing that tantrum.ย
โAbout nine weeks.โ
โNine?!โ Your eyes blow wide, staring at your doctor whoโs brown hair curls deliciously around his ears. The word came out no prettier than a loud shriek of terror. โJesus fucking Christ, I didnโt realize I was that far along.โ
โYou donโt sound particularly joyful,โ Yeosangโs smile doesnโt quite reach his assessing eyes, your doctor but also one of your closest friends. โWhich brings my next question, whereโs your husband?โ
Your eyes thin, โWhereโs your wife?โ
He lifts the probe from your stomach, popping a brow. He sounds like heโs choosing his words carefully, despite the spark of curiosity in the smooth rasp of his voice, โGot it, wonโt ask any more questions in that department. Sheโs at home with the girls, by the way.โ
โYeah, yeah, happily married and whatever the fuck,โ you huff, the paper beneath your head crinkling as it falls back onto the examination seat, chair, table, whatever it is thatโs abhorrently uncomfortable beneath your body. โPlease wipe the jelly off me before I flip shit.โ
Yeosang laughs at that, a tiny giggle under his breath, โDoes he even know youโre pregnant?โ
โHell no,โ you respond, cringing as he takes a towel to your lower belly, wiping softly.ย
Yeosangโs head snaps to yours, โIs it his?โ
You pull your shirt over your stomach, tugging the paper towels out of the waistband of your leggings, threatening to throw them at him by crumpling them up and holding them over your shoulder. โWhose else would it be, motherfucker?โ
โDamn,โ Yeosang mumbles, taking a step back, โyouโre a bundle of sunshine right now.โ
โIโm irritated,โ you grind out. โIโm pregnant and still fucking married to my stupid fucking husband.โ
โYou donโt have to be pregnant,โ Yeosang sits back on his stool, a small, blue cushion on wheels. He rolls toward the counter across the room, grabbing his clipboard, โYou donโt have to be married, either.โ
You sit up on the table, arms planted behind you, knees spread, head tilted. โI know.โ
โIโm not gonna ask for details,โ he looks up at you over his clipboard, eyes deep, comforting, radiating intelligence. Doctorโs eyes. โBut you have options, and support. Obviously you have my silence, too.โ
โThanks,โ you shoot him a grim smile before running your fingers through your hair. โDo you and Keni ever think about having more?โ
โTwo girls is enough,โ Yeosang laughs a little. โWinnie is bad as hell. Ninaโs good, though, she sleeps like a fuckinโ tank.โ
โKyungmin slept, too,โ your smile is a little more genuine at the mention of Kyungmin, but knowing thereโs more to discuss brings the frown right back. โI donโt know what Iโm gonna do. I guess I should tell him first.โ
Yeosang stands again, โYou have some time, do whatever feels right. He doesnโt have to know, either, itโs your choice. Call me and Iโll write you a script if you need it, okay?โ
โThanks, Yeo,โ your smile is so close so being real it almost surprises youโthe amount of real smiles have been few and far between for the past nine weeks. โDo you need anything from me? Am I good to go?โ
โCall me with a decision and then weโll have the baby talk,โ he nods, so sure of himself, so unlike the guy whoโs lawn you used to loose your guts on after hazy nights at the bar. Anything before Wooyoung feels like nothing but a fever dream now, any life you had, any experiences.ย
You sure as hell havenโt gotten any more after him, if after him ever even existed.ย
With a few waves to some nurses and technicians in goodbye, you trudged your pregnant ass back to your car. An SUV, one big as shit and black, the interior was a sauna after forty-five minutes inside Yeosangโs practice. You were lucky to have him, your friend of a decade now; you met him when he was still studying to get his PhD, when his wife was still his girlfriend, and the two were just happy to be out of their university and settled into something small while Yeosang finished out his schooling. Nights out at the local bars when you were still on the prowl for a man, before you ended up stuck with stupid fucking Wooyoung the moment you walked into corporate city.ย
It didnโt feel good, knowing there was a life forming inside you, and he wasnโt there to hold your hand through it all. That was easy to admit, but to get over the breach of trust, to ruin all the growth you thought you made with three words, weโre still married. You still spent a year alone, taking care of Kyungmin without any help from him, but you thought you were alone. No ties.ย
Just to find out you were still married the entire time.ย
Call me with a decision.ย
You sighed, feeling the sweat forming at the base of your neck, taking it as a sign to flip the engine and get out of Yeosangโs parking lot. A dim hum of music pours through the speakers, a stupid love song playing, you bare your teeth as a low curse sneaks from between your lips. Even the universe wanted you to call him.ย
He answers on the first ring.ย
On speaker, his already loud voice is amplified in your car, filling the cabin of the SUV. โAre you okay?โ
You make a face, brows twisted, lips curled, not that he could see you. โYes? Iโm fine. What are you doing?โ
โIโm working.โ You could almost see him, making the same confused expression that you wore. โWhy?โ
You glance at the time at the top left corner of the screen before asking, โCan you meet me for an early lunch?โ
โOfcourseareyoukiddingmeโโ
You try to scowl, but your lips lift at the corners without you allowing them to. โโKay. You know where.โ
โYou know I do.โ
It took every single second of your twenty-two minute drive from Yeosangโs practice to Genesis to calm your heart rate, to get all of your thoughts in order. You havenโt spoken to Wooyoung other than a few small arguments over the past nine weeks, all resulting in you hanging up the phone before he could get more than six words out. You didnโt want to hear his explanation, whatever reasoning heโs made up in his brain thatโs convinced him any of this is okay.ย
Heโs waiting in the same booth you always shared. And for a second, maybe less, he looks like he did fifteen years ago. Face smoothed out, not a line or a wrinkle to be seen, his hair is longer, his eyes are brighterโ but the illusion is gone as soon as it's created.ย
Because heโs there, heโs smiling, heโs waiting for you. And fuck your heart for picking up speed, for the trickle of sweat at the back of your neck, fuck your brain for remembering that shred of hope you had nine weeks ago. For thinking everything would fall into place, that you could be normal again, that your divorce mightโve been a mistake.ย
โHi, wifey.โ
Heโs surrounded by brown leather and sunshine, the worn, wrinkled booth making his two-piece suit look out of place. Tall windows douse him in warmth, whiskey eyes glowing amber where the sun catches, his skin so glossy it's almost wet. Fuck him, most of all, for being this fucking beautiful, for becoming impossibly more gorgeous with age.
Your top lip curls, โItโs not funny or cute anymore, Wooyoung.โ
โThere was a time when it was?โ He wears a pretty smile, one corner of his mouth lifted in that sinful fucking smirk, showcasing his pointed teeth.ย
You slip into the other side of the booth and you wish the movement was more graceful, but after years of use the leather isnโt as flexible as it once was, and neither are you. You can remember coming here when youโd just started working three doors down, seeing Wooyoung morning after morning, you can still remember his coffee order, not that it's changed.
If the walls only knew what they created, what would become of the two of you. Maybe they wouldโve whispered a secret to you, maybe theyโd say donโt let the pretty boy buy you a coffee. Not that you wouldโve listened.ย
โIโm not here to catch up,โ you huff a breath, throwing your purse into the space beside you. Heโs watching you intently, taking in every detail, every expression, every movement like heโs waiting for something.ย
โOkay.โ Itโs an absent-minded word, his eyes dancing around your face, your body, distracted.ย
Your brows knit together, โHello?โ
His eyes find yours, and like youโd pushed the on button, his smile returns. โHi, beautiful.โ
โWe need to talk,โ you cross your arms over the table in front of you, back slouched. He nods, face blank of any expression, ready for whatever youโd throw at him. Ball in hand, prepared to pitch, a waitress cuts you off before you even had the chance to speak, placing two plates between you.ย
Then you notice the water placed just to your left, the coffee already half-drank before Wooyoung. Your brows furrowed so fucking far together they might as well be considered a unibrow.ย
Thanking the waitress, Wooyoung looks at you warily for a second before he speaks. โI didnโt know if youโฆ wanted coffee, so I just got you water. And what you always used to order when we came here for lunch.โ
โThe same trick wonโt work twice,โ your eyes thin, remembering the dinner you shared nine weeks ago. โBut thank you.โ
His smile is small, his lips mostly flat, pulled up ever so slightly at the edges. โFigured you needed a bite to eat, but I know youโre just here to talk. Go ahead.โ
A meal youโve eaten a thousand times, one thatโs always smelled so fucking good your mouth watered, now smelledโฆ wrong. Different, gross. You feel the familiar curling in your stomach, the same one youโve felt four times a fucking day for the past two weeks, you grab the glass of water and bring it to your lips before your body forces you to gag.ย
Wooyoung, two hands already curled around his sandwich, halts his movement entirely, like someone pressed pause. โYou okay?โ You nodded mid-sip, swallowing down the water like itโd fix the issue. Slowly, Wooyoung lowers the sandwich back to his plate, โAre you sure?โ
All you can get out is a measly โYeah.โ It wasnโt convincing.ย
The smell hit your nose againโ worse, your stomach flipped, skin going hot, blood sizzling. Panic floods you, heartbeat picking up, you look over your shoulder, finding the bathroom where itโs always been, stored in the corner.ย
You can hear ceramic sliding against wood, Wooyoung sliding your plate toward himself. He juts his chin in the direction of the bathroom, โGo. It'll be gone when you come back out.โ
You find his eye, being met with understanding so fucking clear you wonder if Yeosang called him. You know he didnโt, he wouldnโt break your trustโ there was no time to think about it, you sprinted to the fucking corner with one thought on repeat in your mind: Hold it until you reach the bathroom.
You can barely feel your knees crunch against tile for the entire six minutes youโre in the clean, air-conditioned space. When the wave of nausea washes away and all thatโs left is the lingering, mild dizziness and slight embarrassment from emptying your guts in a public bathroom, you wash your hands, cup some water into your mouth to wash out the taste of stomach acid, then take a few steadying breaths before walking outside again.ย
It feels brighter, somehow. Loud, music playing, people dressed in business casual keeping the place buzzing, servers running around, yelling orders over the counter. It eases you further, knowing that no one knows, that no one heard.ย
When you get back to the booth, heโs quick to let you know that one person knows. He knows.ย
With full confidence, he says it like he was the one telling you, โYouโre pregnant.โ
โSurpriseโ is all you can say, itโs flat, void of warmth or joy. You fall into the booth, bones heavy, forehead still sweaty. You reach for the water again, sucking down more of the ice-cold liquid, willing it to flush out the disgusting feeling that refuses to leave just yet.ย
โHoly shit,โ he says under his breath, eyes widening as he sinks into the booth, drowning in brown leather. โHow long have you known? How far along?โ
You smack your teeth, โIโve known for two weeks, but Iโm nine weeks along.โ
โNine?!โ His eyes nearly fall out of his head, leaning forward again, his upper half hanging over the now cleared-off wood. โHave you seen Yeosang yet?โ
โI just left.โ You prop an elbow onto the table, leaning your temple into your fist, your tone coming out casual.ย
Wooyoungโs breath catches, his voice shrinking. โYou went without me?โ
You nod, โWe didnโt really talk about the baby, just that Iโm pregnant with one. He told me to call him back with a decision and then weโd discuss.โ
โA decision?โ Wooyoungโs perfectly maintained brows furrow. โWhat kind of decision?โ
โWhether Iโm having my liar husbandโs baby or not,โ you answer quick, sharp. Your words land like a blow, you watch his face bend, softening into something less excited, less shocked.ย
Heโs quiet for a moment, eyes finding the table, processing your words, letting them sink in. There's a beat of silence and you can hear the room again, the music, the chatter, dress shoes against the floor, servers yelling orders. You let him sit in the silence, in the thought.ย
He looks up again, voice small, nervous, curious, โAre you leaning a certain way, orโฆ?โ
You shrug. โI donโt know what the fuck to do, Wooyoung. I donโt want to have a baby alone, but I donโt want anything to do with you, either.โ
โI know.โ His elbows find the table, rubbing his face with his palms, heaving a rough breath into his hands. Finally sinking back into the booth, he takes another pause before he says, โI fucked up bad, and again, Iโm sorry. Iโll be here for you no matter what you decide.โ
Your face morphs into surprise. โReally?โ
โYes, really,โ he nods, but he doesnโt smile. โWhatever you want, I want.โ
โDamn, fuck you for being a good guy,โ you smack your teeth, and his brows furrow, a smile daring to curl his lips. โYouโre fucking stupid, but youโre like, morally good. And youโre not helping with my decision-making.โ
A laugh pushes through his lips, one relieved and confused all at once. โDid you expect me to flip the table and demand you keep it?โ
โI donโt know what I expected,โ you shrug, shaking your head. โNot that, but I donโt know, maybe a little push back, I guess. Not that I want that, please donโt do thatโโ
โI had a friend,โ he cuts himself off, โAurora went through that, I went through it with herโโ
โYou went through it with herโ?โ
โNo!โ It comes out loud, sudden. โNo, it was Yunhoโsโโ
โYunhoโs?โย
โJesus Christ let me get one sentence out.โ He waits for your sheepish nod before he continues, โYunho got her pregnant before she was ready to have a kid, we were still in school and really close at that time, I helped her through it, the whole thing. Decision-making, actually doing it, I was in the room with her, I was present for the whole process, start to finish. The choice is very much yours.โ
Youโre quiet for a moment. โHow was sheโฆ after?โ
โNot pregnant.โ
โWooyoung,โ you warn.
He sighs, โNot good, but she didnโt regret it.โ
You sit back in the booth, sweaty back hitting the cool leather. Your lips scrunch to one side, โItโs too heavy, all of it. I donโt know if I can forgive you for lying to me, Wooyoung.โ
โI canโt blame you,โ he answers simply with a shrug, like he knows heโs made in his bed and heโs willing to die in it. โI wouldnโt forgive me, either. But please justโฆ donโt forget I didnโt have any bad intentions. I love you and Kyungmin so fucking much.โ
Your face finds your palms, elbows propped up on the table, fingers sliding back into your hair. โI know you didnโt, I know, that makes everything so much more confusing. Weโre not kids anymore.โ
โTake your time, jagi,โ he leans forward onto the table, one arm laying across the wood, fingers landing beside one of your elbows, ghosting your skin like he was scared to touch you. โYou donโt have to make a decision today. Sleep on it, sleep on it for a few days, for as long as you can.โ
Your eyes land on his palm laid open, wanting so badly to put your hand in his own, to feel the comfort only he can give you. You cross your arms over the table instead.ย
Throat feeling tight, you will your emotions to stay deep below the surface as you whisper, โIโm tired of making decisions by myself, Wooyoung.โ
โI canโt help you with this one, baby,โ he frowns, head tilting, keeping his open hand as close to you as he can without touching you. โYou know where I stand, how I feel, and you know Iโll be beside you every step of the way with whatever you choose.โย
Your face scrunches ever so slightly, โWill you? Because you not being beside me is what got us here in the first place, Woo.โ
He pulls his arm back into himself and you can feel the loss of heat even if he hasnโt touched you. โI have a lot to make up for,โ he sounds solemn, but not apprehensive. Confident like he knows heโll have the opportunity to do it. โI meant everything I said when we went out to dinner that night, every single word. I still mean it, I still want to do everything I can to fix us.โ
You swallow down your tears, but they still fill your waterline, heavy and hot and salty. โI donโt know if you can fix us, Woo. I donโt thinkโฆ I donโt think you can.โ
As if he wasnโt going back to work in less than a half hour, tears fill his waterline, too. He tightens his mouth to stop his bottom lip from quivering, but you catch it, and you understand the feeling so fucking deeply it makes your own tears fall.ย
You sit in silence, the world resuming around you all over again. Shouts and shoes and bass, filling the space between you, the wooden table feeling a mile long. Too far away, too much space, too much time spent in grief to come back together. Two people with a past and nothing more.
โAlright,โ he says after a few minutes, voice distraught. Swallowing down his tears, ignoring the red thatโs bloomed across his cheeks, his neck, he acts like you canโt see that you just shattered his entire world. โIf you need anything, if you need me to take Kyungmin, whatever you need, Iโm a phone call away.โ
Guilt swirls, heavy and leaden and too similar to the nausea youโre nearly used to at this point. Immediately you want to take your words back, even if theyโre true, even if you mean them, your heart fucking aches, everything aches. He gets up from his side of the booth, walking around to your side, leaning in with one knee digging into brown leather just to press a kiss on the top of your head.
It feels too much like goodbye.ย
โI love you,โ he says quietly, small enough that you arenโt sure you were supposed to hear it.
Looking up at him, you canโt bring yourself to say it back. He waits for it, lingering just long enough, but he nods with the silence, with the finality of it all, and then heโs gone. Just like that.ย
Wooyoung stares at the stack of papers on his desk.
On the first read, his heart was so deep in his ass it almost emptied out on the desk chair beneath him. On the second read, tears fell, so many fucking tears he had to reschedule his one oโclock and his two oโclock meeting. On the third read, he decided youโre creative, serving him divorce papers with the same exact disclosures and framing of the fake-divorce Wooyoung curated over a year ago.ย
An hour later, heโs just pissed off that you served him. That you had some random fuck drop off legal documents at his job, where forty other people work in very close capacity. They can all go fuck themselves if they had anything to say about him, about his marriage, but for you to do that to him? You couldnโt have just handed them to him when he picked up Kyungmin yesterday? This must be why you hid from him, why youโve been fucking hiding from him, sending Kyungmin out to his car before he had the chance to get out of the driverโs seat. It feels petty, childish. Maybe he deserves it.
His jaw clenches harder the longer he stares, molars grinding to the point of near-injury. His fists curl over his thighs, the rest of his body so locked up he isnโt sure if he can even move right now. He has thirty days to respond. Thirty days to process the fact that heโs no longer a married man. Thirty days to try and fix what he uprooted at his job almost four months ago, with the idea that all of his newfound spare time would be going to you. Thirty days to process that he ruined the best fucking thing thatโs ever happened to him.
His angerโs gone straight to his head by the time he picks up his phone. Holding it up to his ear, he waits for it to go through before he says, โCan I ask a favor?โ
Thereโs noise in the background, a baby crying, fabric or something rough bristling against the speaker. After a moment of nothing but noise, Auroraโs voice comes through, out of breath as she says, โWhatโs up?โ
โCan you take Kyungmin home with you when you pick up Aden from school today? Iโll pick him up later.โ
Thereโs a pause before she carefully responds, โYoโs picking him up, but yeah, Iโll tell him. Can I ask why?โ
โShe served me papers. Sheโs divorcing me.โ
Aurora gasps, โYouโre fucking lying.โ
Wooyoung runs his free hand over his face, groaning out his frustration, โI need to go over there and talk to her. I havenโt seen her, havenโt talked to her other than a few texts, I donโt even know if sheโs still fucking pregnant, Ro.โ
โYes, absolutely, go over there.โ Wooyoung can hear her nodding, her voice reassuring as ever, already in plan-mode, search and rescue. โIโm so sorry, Wooyo.โ
His heart still laying heavy in the pit of his stomach, he sighs, sitting back in his chair, the tips of his fingers meeting his eyes. โI shouldโve seen this coming, but itโs only been two weeks since I met with her at Genesis. Two weeks, and itโs been almost three months since the night I told her we were still married.โ
โYou said it felt like the end, though, didnโt it?โ
Wooyoung deflates in his rickety office chair. โI did say that, didnโt I?โ
โItโs either you fight for it, or let it end, Woo.โ She sounds as sad as he feels, even if he can hear the thirteen other things sheโs doing while talking to him. โBut you should definitely talk to her before you do anything.โ
He sits with the notion for a second: fight it, or let it end. Heโs been fighting it, discreetly for over a year, he only got a chance to do it loud and proud for what, six weeks? Not long enough. Thereโs so much fight left in him that he nearly gets up from the chair and walks to your office building. Letting it end isnโt even a fucking option.
โI donโt want it to end,โ he says, twirling the chair around, facing the floor-to-ceiling windows at the back of his office. Eyes landing on the building across the street, he stares at the tiny square thatโs yours, wishing he could see you in the room behind the tinted window.ย
โI know.โ She sighs, then mumbles something cheery to Sunnie before adding, โIt might be whatโs best for the two of you. Especially if she isnโt having the baby, youโve already been co-parenting with Kyungmin for over a year, maybe this is best, Woo.โ
โNo,โ the word comes out harsher than he intended. โItโs not about the baby or Kyung, itโs about us, and Iโm not letting her go. Iโm not giving up.โ
Wooyoung can see her frown, her lips pinned to one side, knowing exactly where the giving up part came from. โTalk to her,โ she keeps her voice light, positive before her mom-voice comes out, โbut donโt go in there with guns blazing, Jung Wooyoung. Fill me in later when you pick up Kyungmin.โ
โThanks, Ro.โ
โI mean it, Woo,โ she warns. โDonโt flip out.โ
โGot it.โ
Easier to say than do, when the stack of papers on his desk was as thick as two of his fingers. His teeth grind again, jaw clenching, he decides heโs done with work today, he can finish whatever the fuck he didnโt do today, tomorrow. Work will be here tomorrow, but he wonโt have a wife tomorrow if he doesnโt do something.ย
Heโs already in your driveway when you get home from work. Pulling your car onto the blacktop, your heart pounds in your chest as you kill the engine, legs already shaky as you hop down from the lifted seat. You hear him before you see him, and not one word out of his mouth sounds happy.ย
โWhat is this?โ
Comfortable clothes, basketball shorts on his legs, a hoodie over his chest, he holds up the thick file you sent directly to his office. His hair was already blowing in the breeze, long strands flipping over to the other side of his head, framing his face thatโs angled in frustration.ย
โPapers,โ you answer simply, walking around to the other side of your car, opening up the passenger side door for your purse. At least he hasnโt noticed yet.ย
โYouโre divorcing me?โ He follows, standing behind you, voice strained, edged in stress, anger.ย
You close the passenger side door behind you, โWeโre already divorced, Wooyoung, Iโm just making it official this time.โ
He follows you up the side of your driveway, through the path leading up to your small porch, speaking with each step. โYou couldnโt have just told me? Why the fuck did you serve me at my job?โ
Youโre the epitome of patience as you unlock your front door, walking inside like he wasnโt steaming behind you. โI didnโt want to speak to you, just like I havenโt wanted to speak to you for the past two months. Nothing new.โ
He follows, you donโt stop him. โYou could have talked to me about this. You didnโt need to make a spectacle out of me, you know how many people work in my building.โ
You spin on your heel, spitting every single word, โYou could have told me we werenโt really divorced. You could have told me Aurora named her kid after you and made you the godfather. You could have just been here in the first place and I never would have had to fucking divorce you!โ
His jaw clenches, fist curling around the stack of papers at his side. โThis could have been as amicable as it was the first time.โ
โThe first time wasnโt fucking real!โ You turn again, heading toward your kitchen. โLeave, Wooyoung. Actually, sign the papers and leave them here.โ
He stops on one side of the island, you on the other. He throws the stack on the marble countertop, โIโm not signing them.โ
You put your purse down on the counter, staring at him over the space of the counter. โWhat do you mean, youโre not signing them?โ
โI donโt want a divorce,โ he says so simply it makes you laugh in disbelief.
โYou donโt want one?โ Your brows raise, the smile on your lips anything but amused, โToo fucking bad, I do. If you donโt sign then itโll default and you canโt fight anything.โ
โThen Iโll fight it,โ he shrugs, whiskey eyes wide and wild, โIโll fight all of it.โ
You sigh, grabbing your water bottle, turning around to empty it into your sink behind you. With your free hand holding your back, one leg holding all your weight, you hear his shoes against the hardwood as he walks around the island.ย
โYouโre fucking pregnant,โ he says it like he canโt believe it. Looking over your shoulder, his eyes are glued to your middle, impossibly wider now, filled with shock, disbelief. He meets your gaze again, repeating himself, โYouโre fucking pregnant.โ
You look down, frowning as you realize the dress you put on this morning wasnโt the tiny, almost invisible bump from your insane fucking husband. Of course he noticed. โNo shit,โ you say as you flip your empty water bottle on the rack to let it dry, completely unphased. Turning to face him, you hold the fabric tight to your belly as you admit, โEleven weeks now.โ
Slowly, one of his hands covers his mouth, his brows furrowing as he stares at the tiny bump that could be confused with constipation beneath your dress. Itโs only seconds before his eyes turn glossy, then he takes a step forward hesitantly, waiting for you to stop him.
He stops himself instead, voice shallow as he asks, โYouโre keeping it?โ
โKyungmin wants a sibling,โ you shrug. โHe said he wants someone to play Fashion Runway with at home.โ
Wooyoungโs smile is slow as it takes over his entire face. His eyes meet yours, still glossy, full of tears that you arenโt sure are fully happy. โThank you,โ he whispers before his voice gets louder, more sure, his hand still wrapped around his jaw in awe. โThank you so fucking much. Thank you.โ
โTouch,โ you say as your arms find your lower back again, a smile threatening to creep across your cheeks. โI know you want to.โ
He closes the distance between you, hands out as he takes two steps forward, softly laying them over your belly. โHoly shit,โ he whispers. โI canโt believe weโre doing this again.โ
โIโm doing this,โ you remind him, voice firm, full of indignation, โby myself.โ You point your chin towards the paper on the counter, โThe papers are waiting for you.โ
โYou think Iโm signing them now?โ He pops his brows. โCan we at least talk about it? Especially now, youโreโ thatโs my kid inside you.โ
Your face falls flat, his hands still on your belly. You swat him away as you snap, โThereโs nothing to talk about, everything I want is in the packet. I think Iโm being pretty fair.โ
โYouโre being a copier.โ His top lip lifts. โEverything in that packet is what I decreed in the first place. At least be original.โ
โStop being funny.โ You cross your arms. โSign the papers.โ
โNo,โ he responds, crossing his arms back. โNow what?โ
โYouโre a pain in my ass,โ you huff, turning around, walking towards the living room.ย
He follows, โCan we wait? Put a pin in it or something? Come back to it later?โ
โWait for what?โ You ask, plopping down on the couch casually, a relieved breath escaping you as you settle in the plush. โWait for me to push the thing out?โ
โItโs not a thing,โ he argues as he sits on the opposite side, one leg bent up, his arm stretched along the back. โThatโs my daughter in there. I donโt think you should do all of this alone.โ
โWell thatโs not really up to you, is it?โ Your elbow meets the back of the couch, holding up your head. โHow do you know itโs a girl? I haven't done the test to find out the gender yet.โ
โStop seeing Yeosang without me,โ he frowns, โI want to come, I want to be there.โ
โYou had your chance to be here.โ
โI was there for every appointment with Kyungmin and you know it,โ Wooyoung argues, sitting a little straighter. โIโm serious. Thatโs my baby, too, and I want to be there.โ
You groan, head falling back into the cushions. โFine, Wooyoung. My next appointment is on Monday at nine.โ
โThank you,โ he nods, โIโll pick you up.โ After a pause, a moment of silence from you, he adds, โI still donโt think you should do this alone.โ
You pick your head up just to snap, โIโd rather do it alone then do it with you.โ
โOuch,โ he winces, โI was good to you when you were pregnant with Kyungmin, donโt do that.โ
โIโm sorry,โ you mutter, followed by a tired groan, letting your head fall back into the cushions again, heโs right. โI know, I remember. I think all the meetings with my lawyer are getting to my head.โ
โWhy now?โ He asks, voice softer, all the anger, amusement from earlier, reshaped into vulnerability. โYouโve had time to divorce me, why do it now?โ
You turn your head to see him, what part of his face you could see over the cushion. โI thought we were in agreement the last time we spoke. I thought that was it, and we were moving on.โ
โThat was only two weeks ago, jagi,โ his voice is still soft, comforting as he moves a little closer, inching himself toward you, using one hand to push the cushion down where it blocked your vision. His eyes are clear now, his expression level, serious. โDo you really want to do this by yourself?โ
The slightest pout bends your bottom lip. โNo,โ you answer honestly, โI wish you never told me that we were still married. I couldโve gotten over the Aurora thing, you broke my trust, but thatโs doable, yโknow? I can get past that. Keeping our marital status a secret isโฆ detrimental. I wish you never said anything. I want you here. I want to do this with you, Wooyoung.โ
Heโs shaking his head before you finish speaking, โIโm sorry. Iโm sorry about all of it, and I wish I could take it all back, but I canโt.โ His voice cracks as he says, โPlease let me fix this. Please let me at least try.โ
You stare at him for a second, seeing the determination behind his eyes, the heartache, the love he always wears like a loud accessory when heโs looking at you. Something thatโs never changed in the fifteen years his eyes have spent on you. You have every intention of going through with the divorce, every fucking intention to be done with it. Be done with him.ย
You donโt know what part of you sighs and looks away. โI spent a lot of fucking money on that attorney, Wooyoung.โ
Heโs quick to answer, giddiness threaded in his words, โIโll pay for it.โ
Your palms meet your face, rubbing at your tired eyes. Itโs so frustrating, him coming here and jumbling up everything youโve been so confident about. Two weeks of meetings, of phone calls, of paperwork, of finally landing on the track of being actually divorced. Again. Hearing the seriousness in his voice, the confidence, knowing he meant everything heโs said in the past few months, all of that combined with the hormones swarming your body and the baby fucking growing inside you.
You groan out, โFuck, I canโt believe this is happening again. Youโre impossible to divorce.โ
โYou wonโt regret it,โ his words are excited, all jumbled together, โI swear to god you wonโt regret it, Iโll be so good to you and Kyungmin and the baby oh my god weโre having another kidโโ
Your hands leave your face, paused in mid-air, brows furrowed as you glance at the man whoโs still your fucking husband, โWhere is Kyungmin?โ
โAdenโs,โ he shrugs, โI needed to talk to you and he couldnโt be here for it, not when I didnโt know how it was going to go.โ
โGood,โ you say through a relieved breath. โHe has fun there.โ
โTheyโre good to him,โ Wooyoungโs voice is smaller, apprehensive, โYunho and Aurora.โ
โI know,โ you agree, โI donโt hate them, Wooyoung. I was pissed at you, big fat liar, not them. Your college girlfriend doesnโt make me jealous, either.โ
He stifles a snort, looking down to his lap, โSounds like something a jealous person would say.โ
โDonโt piss me off,โ you argue, but a smile tugs at your lips, โmy hormones are raging and youโre the only person here to take it out on.โ
He laughs at that, a genuine belly laugh, his body sinking into the cushions as he physically relaxes. โI missed you.โ
You raise your brows, โYeah? I donโt think Iโve said one nice thing to you in weeks. Months, maybe.โ
He turns his head to you, a lazy grin on his cheeks, โYou can say something nice now.โ
You look up to the ceiling, lips scrunching in thought, โHm, weird. Nothingโs coming to mind.โ
โYouโll think of something eventually,โ his smile doesnโt leave, his tone finally settling into something comfortable, casual as his gaze lands on the details of your living room across from him. After a moment of silence, his head turns to you again, โAre you actually gonna file to dismiss the divorce?โ
Itโs your turn to smile again, one as mischievous as his signature smirk, โYou think itโs that easy? That Iโm not gonna make you work for it?โ You watch his face morph into something like fear before adding, โYou have thirty days, Woo.โ
The smell of coffee and food wakes you up.
And the sound of a tiny voice thatโs suspiciously far away.
Fear surges through you, jumping out of your bed, racing out of your bedroom and down the main staircase of your house like you were still your high schoolโs track star. Calling your sonโs name, panic searing through your tone, you come to a hard stop in the entryway to your kitchen at the sight before you.ย
โMorning, mommy,โ Kyungmin grins, sitting in his Minecraft pajamas at your kitchen island, a full fucking breakfast half-eaten on the plate in front of him. Beside him is your husband, dressed for work, suit on his body, hair styled back, ready for the day like heโd gotten ready upstairs.ย
Your hand lands over your heart, adrenaline winding down, are you dreaming? Is this a dream?ย
โMorning, wifey,โ Wooyoung grins, and all you can do is blink. He slides the mug of coffee in his hand over the kitchen island, toward where you stood, โSorry for breaking in, but at least I made coffee. I brought over some stuff.โ
Your brows furrow, slowly stepping closer until your hands wrap around the mug, assessing if you can feel the warmth. โI canโt tell if Iโm awake right now.โ
Wooyoung laughs, turning on his heel, grabbing the reusable grocery store bag you didnโt even notice sitting on your counter. โYouโre very much awake.โ
โWhy are you here?โ You ask before bringing the mug up to your lips, blinking away the crust in your eyes. Before taking a sip, you ask again, โWhat time is it?โ
โSix forty-five,โ Wooyoung says casually, so casually you feel confused like this was normal and youโre forgetting something so regular. He turns again, placing the bag between you.ย
โDaddy said he brought you gifts,โ Kyungmin sounds too awake for it to be so early. He usually didnโt wake up for another fifteen minutes, and usually your alarm goes off at six-thirty. He made your coffee, even if he was drinking it already, itโs your coffee, how you make it, how you order it.ย
โGifts?โ You ask again, meeting Wooyoungโs warning eye, popping a brow.ย
โGifts,โ Wooyoung repeats with a roll of his eyes like they arenโt really gifts at all, thatโs just what he told Kyungmin. โGroceries,โ he says, wrapping his hands around the handle of the grocery bag, โI figured Iโd come over and make dinner for you guys a few times this week, if thatโs okay. Oh, and flowers.โ He turns, grabbing the vase you didnโt even notice sitting beside the kitchen sink, an arrangement of all your favorite flowers, your favorite colors. โSpring is nearing, soโฆ flowers.โ
Lips parted, eyes wide and blinking, you donโt know what to say, thereโs not a single word that comes to mind other than a very unconvincing, โThankโฆ you?โย
Wooyoung looks like heโs trying to hide his grin, lips folded inward, cheeks straining not to show his giddiness. โSmall stuff, nothing crazy. Effort.โย
โEffort,โ you repeat, paired with a slow nod. โGroceries.โ
God, why was this like pulling teeth?
โThirty days,โ he points toward you to remind you of your deal before starting to pull groceries out of the bag, as if youโd forgotten. Part of you did, even if it happened three days ago.
โWhat to expect when youโre expecting,โ you sing through a contented sigh, mindless as you pull out a stool to sit on, forgetting who else is in the room.ย
Kyungmin quickly reminds you heโs very much present by asking you, โWhatโs expecting?โ He glances at Wooyoung, โWhat are we getting? Are we getting a dog?โ
โNo,โ you respond quickly, โno dog. Weโre gettingโฆโ You glance at Wooyoung with a look that says help.ย
You asked Kyungmin how he felt about having another sibling, not that he was getting one. It was too early in the morning to drop a bomb that huge, especially if he didnโt take it well.ย
Wooyoungโs forearms meet the counter, leaned over the island, eye to eye with your son whoโs still glancing back and forth between you with curiosity twinkling in his eyes. โWant me to come over later? Iโll make dinner and help you with vocabulary homework. We can play the multiplication game again.โ
โYes!โ Kyungmin shouts, piercing your still-asleep years. โWill you make my favorite?โ
โDuh,โ Wooyoung rolls his eyes with a smile, like he was already planning it. โDonโt tell mommy,โ he whispers, โbut thereโs ice cream in the bag with your name on it.โย
Your smile grows watching Kyungminโs eyes light up, flaring with excitement and sheer fucking joy before he whispers his agreement. Heart wrenching at the sight of the two together, Wooyoung and his miniature twin, you have to look away to not fall into the rabbit hole of what it wouldโve been like if you never separated.ย
A spiral youโve been down too many times before.ย
You sip your coffee while watching Wooyoung maneuver around your kitchen like it was still his. Putting groceries away where they belonged, keeping conversation with you and Kyungmin about your day ahead, you tried to let yourself exist in the same space without feeling completely confused and slightly weirded out about the normalcy of it all.ย
Coming unannounced, bringing groceries, flowers, telling Kyungmin heโll be here later without asking you but instead expecting you to be okay with itโฆ as much as the rabbit hole of what-ifs calls to you, you have an eight year old son who doesn't need to be confused.ย
โTime to go get dressed,โ you say to your son with a small smile that you know Wooyoung is seeing right through. Slowing his movements, coming to a standstill on the other side of the island in preparation for the conversation he knows is coming, he nods toward Kyungmin who looks at him like heโd keep him home from school.ย
After quickly realizing this wasnโt a special day and his father was just here for no apparent reason, he scoots off his stool and makes for the staircase with a gruff. He definitely thought you were going to keep him home, and the three of you were doing something today. The thought makes your chest feel heavier.
When heโs out of earshot, you quirk a brow at your husband, โWhat are you doing?โย
Heโs quick to respond, โYou gave me thirty days. Todayโs day one.โย
โSo you break into my house?โ You whisper-shout.
โI still have a key,โ he points to the hallway leading to the front of your house, where you know his key is sitting on the table beside the front door. โAnd technically itโs still my house, too.โย
โDonโt give me technicality bullshit,โ you huff, โitโs seven in the fucking morning and you woke up our son for breakfast completely unannounced. You donโt think thatโll confuse him?โ
โConfused? I'm his dad,โ he argues, โand he woke up on his own, I didnโt wake him up. My plan was to have you wake up first and be all excited that I was bringing you goodies.โย
โGoodies,โ you quirk a brow, โflowers and food?โย
He smacks his lips. โI thought it was cute.โย
The snort that escapes you is completely involuntary. Voice half-amused, the fight isnโt quite gone from your soul as you say, โYou canโt just come here unannounced, Wooyoung.โย
โYou gave me thirty days,โ he says, dumbfounded. โAre we gonna repeat last time? Fuck until you consider seeing me in daylight?โ You scowl, but he doesnโt let up. โThis is asking a lot, but just go with it, please. I know what Iโm doing.โย
โYou know what youโre doing,โ you repeat, mocking him, โmy ass.โ
โI thought the flowers would butter you up at least a little,โ he turns, grabbing the vase, then places it in front of him, lowering his body so just his pouting face was visible on top of the colorful, blooming petals. โTheyโre pretty, just like you.โย
That pulls a laugh straight from your chest, shaking your head, โYouโre beyond helping, Jung Wooyoung. Down to your soul youโre batshit insane.โย
โOnly for you,โ heโs grinning now. โWouldnโt do this shit for anyone else and you know it.โย
And you do know it, as much as part of you wishes he was bothering someone else at seven in the goddamn morning. Rolling your eyes, you turn, โIโm going to get ready for work.โย
โCan I come watch?โย
โNo, but you can take Kyungmin to school.โย
โYes, maโam.โย
Monday at nine came and went with surprising ease. Not that you thought Wooyoung would act ridiculous at your doctorโs appointment, but you didnโt think heโd be as normal as he was. A blood test, an NT scan, he stood by your side through the whole thing, nodding and joking with Yeosang as if the doctor didnโt know about anything going on between you. And technically, he didnโtโ not the details, at least, the only surprise he showed was the glimmer of shock in his deep chocolate eyes upon opening the door and catching Wooyoung looking through his cabinets.ย
โBeautiful Monday,โ Wooyoung sighs with nothing but unadulterated joy, grinning ear to fucking ear with his eyes closed, standing still on the sidewalk in front of his SUV as he lets the sunshine beat down on his skin. โYour levels are even, Iโm gonna be a girl dad, I just found out Iโm psychic, everything is good in the world.โ
You snort, rolling your eyes, โEverything?โ
He cracks one eye open, โAm I missing something?โ
โAn open civil case,โ your lips are tied up on one side with an evil smirk.ย
Wooyoung opens his eyes to scowl, then pulls his keys from his pocket and unlocks the door. Before he moves to the driverโs side, he asks, โDo you need help getting in?โ
โIโm only twelve weeks.โ You roll your eyes again, something youโve done so many times in the past week you think your eye muscles are now made of steel. โSheโs gonna be big, though, I can smell the back pain from here.โ
You and Wooyoung climb into his car at the same time and you grimace when the stale heat engulfs you whole. โHoly shit, turn on the AC.โ
โWhatโs the back pain feel like?โ He asks, turning on the car, hands immediately shooting for the knobs to put the air conditioning on full blast. โSimilar to standing on your feet all day?โ
You pull your seatbelt over your chest, clicking it into place. โItโs usually in my lower back, kinda like boob-carrying back pain, but worse. Like having a watermelon strapped to your front all day, youโre in a constant arch, it burns and you canโt really do anything for it if youโre out and about.โ
He winces like he can feel phantom pain in his back. Turning to you, face solemn, he asks, โDo you think itโll be better or worse since itโs your second time?โ
You shrug, โGive me a month or two and Iโll have the answer for you.โ
The air finally turns somewhat cold and you sink into the seat like it was a blessing from the heavens, it starts washing the heat off you, dusting away the idle air. Eyes closed, head lolling towards your husband who starts pulling out of the parking spot, you ask, โWhat are you making for dinner tonight?โ
Wooyoung snorts, โThatโs all you care about? We arenโt gonna debrief how weโre having a girl and the fact that I was right?โ
โFirst time being right in your life, you must be excited,โ you peek an eye open to tease, and he looks at you with his face bent up in offense.ย
โRude,โ he scoffs in response, but it doesnโt hide the amusement in his tone. โI never even said I was coming over tonight. Should we tell Kyungminnie heโs gonna have a sister?โ
You can feel the heat of shame crawling to the tips of your ears for assuming heโd be over tonight. He came over twice last week, and did just as he promised, made dinner, let Kyungmin have his ice cream, then helped him with homework and played the multiplication game that you found yourself inadequate at playing. Itโs been a long time since youโve done third grade mathโ Kyungmin multiplied the numbers faster than you did.
Wooyoungโs beenโฆ strangely aware. First and foremost, with what heโs been cooking the three of you for dinner. Balanced meals, healthy but still delicious, things you enjoy eating now that the wave of constant nausea has let up. Careful with what he says to Kyungmin, never hinting towards there being more to the picture than youโre letting on, reminding Kyungmin he was coming over for him and him only. In a kind way. In an unsuspecting way. A way that kind of made you feel sour, even if you knew the reason behind it, even if you didnโt want him to say anything else. Hormones.ย
Itโs been too easy to slip into routine, to find comfort in him being around. Having eyes watching over you, your son, to feel safe in a way you havenโt felt in so long. Itโs different than the weeks you spent sleeping with him, you havenโt so much as kissed him in the past week, you havenโt given him eyes, not a single sexual remark or joke has been made from either of you. Itโs been strictly domestic, a husband coming home from work, a husband cooking dinner for his wife, a father doing homework with his son. You hate that youโve been loving every goddamn second of it.
โSure,โ you respond with only half of your consciousness attached to it, too in your head to give him your full attention.ย
He side-eyes you, popping a brow. โSure? Youโre about to tell your son heโs gonna have a sibling, and all you can say is sure?โ
โWell, are you even gonna come over?โ It slips out before you can think about it, sounding impatient. Almost desperate. Irritable in the way that means youโre hopeful.ย
Coming to a stop at a red light, Wooyoung glances at you in the passenger seat with the quickest-spreaking smirk heโs ever worn. Like an accusation, all too proudly he says, โYou want me to come over.โ
Thereโs heat on the apples of your cheeks. Unconvincingly, you defend yourself, โNo.โ
โYes,โ he argues, his smile mischievous. โYou like having me there. Admit it, you miss me.โ
โNo!โ You sit a little straighter, brows furrowing, voice pitched and so obviously lying your entire body fills with embarrassment. โI just like not having to cook.โ
โSure,โ he doesnโt sound like he agrees. Turning back to the road, to the light that turns green, he cruises forward with two hands on the wheel.
โYou clean my kitchen.โ You sound too defensive. โAnd youโre helping Kyungmin with his homework. And you did my laundry last night. Three things I no longer have to do if youโre there.โ
โRight,โ he nods, brows furrowing, bottom lip bending over, looking like he agrees but you both know itโs pretend. Sarcastic, even. Leaning his head towards you but not looking at you, he says, โJust say you miss me, baby. I wonโt make fun of you for it. I miss you too.โ
You swear under your breath, arms crossing, head turning to look out the window. You do miss him, youโve missed this part of him for so long, the part you didnโt get to see the last time you were trying the whole Wooyoung-comes-around-again thing out. Maybe you should have started here last time, instead of getting caught up in the way it felt to have him inside of you again.ย
You might miss that most of all.ย
You shake off the thoughts, eyeing Wooyoung in the barely-there reflection in the window, his smirk still present. Still incriminating. Still proof that he knows you better than you know yourself.ย
โItโs still not enough to call it off,โ you mumble, so quietly you arenโt sure if heโll be able to hear you. But he does, with how his smirk falters, his lips settling into a line. It didnโt feel as good as you thought it would to say the words.ย
โI know,โ he responds, voice softer now, all amusement gone. โTrust me.โ
You frown, guilt settling into cracks you didnโt know were there. He lied to you, kept things from you, then threw them at you like a fucking bomb and expected you to come out of the other side unharmed. You shouldnโt feel guilty.
But you do. To soften the blow, you turn again, arms uncurling from your chest, hands landing in your lap with a sigh, toying with your fingers. Voice coming out uneasy, you ask, โSoโฆ you wanna tell Kyungmin?โ
โIf youโre ready for it,โ he fakes a smile, a bending press of his lips that doesnโt reach his eyes. โWe can wait a couple weeks, โtil weโre out of the danger zone. Youโll be in your second trimester next week.โ
Your cheeks heat at the awkwardness you created when thereโs never fucking been awkwardness between you, like, ever. โThatโs smart,โ you say, not at all convincing, pulling your lips together. โWill you still come over tonight?โ
His head turns to the left, arms crossing over one another as he makes a turn, and even though you know heโs driving the both of you to work, it still feels intentional. โTo make you dinner, clean your kitchen and do your laundry?โ
You tuck your bottom lip between your teeth. You deserved that one.
โTo spend time with your son,โ you try, turning your head to face him, sounding optimistic. โAnd your daughterโฆ And your wife.โ
His demeanor cracks with that, a smile blooming across his cheeks, and it settles something in your chest. Smiling back, you lean a little closer, โYou can brag to everyone at work about your psychic abilities.โ
โI hand-picked that fucking sperm,โ he says, full of conviction, picking back up the discussion youโve had twice now like you never put it down. โI knew exactly which one was fertilizing that egg, jagi. I knew it.โ
And you really canโt stopโnor do you want to stopโthe easygoing laugh that spills from your lips, nodding along, agreeing with him. โI know you did, I believe you.โ
โIโm at the store.โย
โWhat store?โ You ask into your phone, twirling your hair around one finger, knees bent up to your chest on the couch.
โThe store,โ he responds like it was the only answer, his voice clipped through the speaker of your phone. โIโll be there soon, let me check out.โย
โWhat are you getting?โ You ask again, lowering your hand in front of you, examining your nonexistent manicure. You need one.ย
โThings,โ he answers, voice tight. Your top lip curls, eyes finding the ceiling. โIโm literally checking out now, Iโll be home in ten minutes.โย
You sit up a little, sly grin curving your lips, โWell what if I need things from the store?โ
He swears under his breath, โBaby, why do you think Iโm here? I already know what you need.โ
You watch Kyungmin on the living room floor, belly pressed flat to the rug, feet dangling in the air as his little fingers work his tablet better than you ever could.ย
Your cheeks heat, smile growing, โYou have no idea what I need, Jung Wooyoung.โย
Kyungmin whips his head around, โYouโre talking to daddy? Is he coming over?โ
โYes, heโs coming over,โ you answer Kyungmin just as Wooyoung barks into your ear, โYouโre a fucking pervert.โ
You laugh, picking up the same piece of hair to twirl around your finger again. โSee you soon.โย
โWhen I get there you betterโโ
You hang up the phone, sly smirk still warm, etched into your cheeks. All week itโs felt like you have an itch you canโt fucking scratch, an itch you want Wooyoung to scratch, but he wonโt even try to reach it.ย
You think the hormones might be blinding you, maybe taking over your entire nervous system. Maybe your hormones were in charge of your brain entirely at this point.
Texts, phone calls, other than the three times heโs been over this week already, itโs like dangling a treat in front of a dog who doesnโt fucking want it. Close proximity is driving you insane, you think, or maybe itโs just the effect of having Wooyoung around, acting so normal and so domestic itโs sinking you deeper into the fantasy of what could be. What couldโve been this whole time. What you miss so badly.ย
You pick yourself up off the couch to the kitchen, needing something to do with your hands to get your mind out of the gutter, where itโs seemed to have taken permanent residence. Why doesnโt he want you? Itโs the question youโve been asking yourself since Monday night, like as soon as you noticed the lack of sexual tension, it showed itself like itโs been waiting in hiding.
Ten minutes of washing the dishes, all from Kyungminโs school lunch and the lunch you brought to work, Wooyoung was walking through your front door as promised. You heard Kyungmin yell, Wooyoungโs excited greeting, and then your sonโs following giggle that youโre convinced could cure anything.ย
Itโs only seconds before he makes his way to the kitchen, you look over your shoulder as he sets two reusable grocery bags on the marble island, a soft smile already on his sculpted, bronzy cheeks.ย
โWow,โ he starts, already amused, โnot leaving the dishes for me?โย
You turn off the faucet, grabbing a dish towel to dry your hands on before turning around, your coy smile tucked to the side. โThought you might want a break from scrubbing my Tupperware.โย
Dressed in business casual, clothes a little wrinkled, hair disheveled like he ran his fingers through it forty five times today, you donโt hide the fact that your eyes are scanning every single inch of him. With the way his smile spreads, how his eyes lower, you know he can see right through you. Itโs not like youโve hidden it wellโ or tried to.ย
โIf I didnโt know any better Iโd think you were buttering me up now,โ his thick brows wiggle over his mismatched eyes.ย
A small sound of amusement is all you can conjure before taking a step towards the island, pressing your forearms against the marble, leaning over your crossed arms. โWhatโs in the bags?โ
โThings,โ he answers, eyes sparkling with mischief. You thin your eyes, moving like youโd start opening them yourself, but he stops you with a palm facing you. โStay away from my things, I know what you need and where they go. Go sit down or something.โ
You stand up straight, crossing your arms over your chest, scowling. โNo, Iโm bored and I want to know what things are in the bags.โย
He laughs under his breath, โYouโre bored?โ
โIโve been waiting,โ you huff, โyou took a long time at the store.โย
โLook at you,โ he muses, โyouโre pouting.โย
โSo?โ Your head tilts. โMaybe I am pouting.โย
His brows raise before he starts digging into the first bag, pulling out produce while he shakes his head, โLook how the turn tables.โ
Youโd laugh at the joke heโs made a thousand times if you didnโt know just how true it was. Heโs supposed to be the one proving himself to you and with every passing day youโre losing the ability to hold onto your certainty, your hormones driving you to near insanity, your will as strong as thread at this point. Thereโs a tiny voice inside you that reminds you youโre not above begging for it.ย
And yet he gives you nothing.ย
โFor you,โ he says casually, pushing a bag towards you and two bottles. Quirking a brow, your hands find the things, holding them up to read the labels.ย
โYou said you were running low on prenatals,โ he explains as he continues emptying the bags, not even looking at you. โPlus epsom salts for a bath, I read online somewhere that the soap is good for pregnancy, thereโs herbs in it that soothe aches and make you sleepy or something. Figured it could help the back pain before it really starts.โย
Your eyes flicker upward, watching him as he empties the bags like it was no big deal. Thick, focused brows, veiny hands moving fluidly, a singular strand of hair thickened by product laying over his face, you can feel your heart beating. When your silence hits him, he glances upward, meeting your stare, and he pauses his movement to ask, โWhat?โ
You shake your head, just once, barely anything more than a small movement. โNothing, I justโฆ Iโm lucky. And I appreciate you.โ
One brow raises, smirk rising on the same side of his face, โNow youโre really buttering me up.โ
You laugh because itโs funny, but your heart throbs in your chest like it knows that Wooyoung is in front of you, like it beats only for him and itโs waiting for your mind to catch up.ย
Your mind is far past catching up. You walk around the counter, steady feet bringing you to his side, and you force yourself between him and the counter to wrap your arms around his middle. Your arms squeeze tight, burying your head in his chest, forehead meeting right where his shirt is unbuttoned, your skin pressed against his.ย
Spicy, woodsy, a hint of outsideโฆ sweaty, just a little. In the way that makes you want to eat him. But you donโt let your mind drift just yet, savoring the smell of him, the feeling of his skin pressed against yours, how he feels in your arms.ย
It takes him a second to process, but his arms wrap around your back, engulfing you in his hold as he leans down to press a kiss to the top of your head in the same exact spot he did three weeks ago. When you thought it was over.ย
How the fuck could you ever think it was over?
Mumbling into his chest, coming out muffled, you say, โI love you.โย
โI love you too.โ He doesnโt need a second to process that, the words coming out before he could think about them, he doesnโt need to think about them. Never once did he have to think about them, not with you.ย
Your grip loosens a little, but you donโt let go. He seems perfectly content holding you to him, flat palms sliding up and down your back, a smile you canโt see quickly crawling across his cheeks.
Finally looking up, into his whiskey eyes burnt by the dim lighting of the kitchen, you whisper, โThank you.โ
Heโs looking at you like youโre his entire world. Like nothing before this moment has ever mattered, and nothing after it will matter either, because right now itโs you and him and thatโs all heโs ever wanted.ย
โAnything for you.โ He leans down to press a small kiss to your forehead. โYou know that.โย
A smile tugs at your lips, โAnything?โ
He smacks his lips, โDonโt ruin the moment, that was sweet.โย
Your grin spreads, head dropping until your forehead meets his chest again, hands falling from around his back to drop down to his hips. โWhy is it always me?โ You look up again, lashes fluttering, โItโs always me whoโs begging to get in your pants.โ
His face morphs into cockiness, his shoulders shrugging casually, โGuess Iโm that good.โย
You try to scoff, but it comes out like a laugh as you smack your palm against his hip, โIโm serious, Wooyoung. Shouldnโt it be the other way around?โ
His amused smile falls, hands sliding down to your hips, pushing your back against the counter. He keeps himself close, eyes scanning your face, gaze dropping down to your lips. Small, quiet yet full of lust, he asks, โYou think I donโt want you?โ
Your breath catches in your throat, eyes widening. Your hands fly up between you, pressed against his chest as you stutter over your thoughts, โA- um, a little, kinda.โ
His head drops down to your neck, the curve of his nose ghosting against the shell of your ear and your whole body shivers in response, back arching against the counter.ย
He keeps his voice low, โYou donโt realize that I think about fucking you every time weโre in this kitchen?โ
Your heart picks up speed, breath going heavy and ragged, body twitching as he speaks like heโs fucking touching you. All you can mumble is his name, soft but drenched in arousal, fingers clutching onto his shirt.
โLifting you up on this counter,โ he drawls, voice like honey, hands reaching for the marble, arms caging you in. โJust like I did a few months ago, except I think about taking it slow this time, teasing you until youโre begging. Touching you until youโre crying for it.โ
Your skin touches, his lip against the spot below your neck; his breath warm and inviting, making the hairs on the back of your neck stand, goosebumps raise on your skin. The smallest noise escapes you, pitched and needy, youโd be embarrassed by it if the arousal wasnโt intoxicating.
He brings his face back to yours, so close your foreheads are almost touching.
โLook at me.โ
You do, eyes full of anticipation, his lips so close you could taste them. He grins.
Then heโs pressing a kiss to your cheek and moving off of you like nothing ever happened. Sliding the bags down the counter so he can keep unloading groceries, you blink at him, dumbfounded, terrorized.ย
โWhat the fuck?โ You whisper-yell.ย
He looks at you casually over his shoulder, โWhat?โย
โYouโre an asshole,โ you spit, โyouโre such a fucking asshole.โย
He cracks a smile at that, going back to his groceries, "Didn't I tell you to go sit down ten minutes ago?โย
All you can do is scowl, all the way back to the fucking couch where you tuck your knees up to your chest.
Kyungmin looks over his shoulder from the floor, wearing raised, curious brows as he asks, โWanna play with me?โย
Friday has been your favorite day of the week since you could remember. In college, it meant classes were over, you had your weekends free to drink your bodyweight in liquor and party anywhere and everywhere without the looming dread of classes in the morning sitting on your shoulders. When you started working, Fridayโs clockout time called to you at a mere seven in the morning, reminding you that when you go home, you get to change into a cocktail dress and your clubbing pumps and go out with the girls from your office. When you met Wooyoung, Friday meant that you got to spend your weekend with him, partying, fucking, learning each other down to the bone.
When you got pregnant the first time, Friday meant you got to go home and sleep.
Now youโre pregnant a second time, and Friday no longer means you get to go home and sleep.
You get to listen to your eight year old with a chronic case of the zoomies, especially after an abnormally warm day full of sunshine that radiates upcoming spring, instead of being tired, heโs ready to share all the adrenaline heโs felt all day with you. And you love itโ every single second of him racing around your backyard with a widespread grin, shouting giggles that could cure any foul mood youโve ever been in, but youโre especially tired today, and you donโt have it in you to do anything but sit in your patio chair and watch.
โMommy, play with me!โ He shouts across the lawn, the sound piercing your eardrums even if thereโs yards of breeze intercepting it. โLetโs play Runway,โ he starts, feet bringing him closer to you, dropping the bat he was just swinging against the tee you still owned because he aged out of tee ball just one year ago. โItโs like Fashion Runway, but instead of Fashion, we walk.โ
You canโt help yourself, the snort that rips from your nose is inevitable. โYou wanna walk with me?โ
โRunway, mommy,โ he corrects you, a hand on his denim-clad hip. Jeans and a tee shirt, one you realized an hour ago is stained with the condiments you put on the sandwich from his school lunch. โYou have to walk like youโre walking down a runway, and Iโll judge it. One is bad, ten is good.โย
Your brows raise over the sunglasses sitting on the bridge of your nose, amused and actually interested, โOh, is it a competition?โ
Kyungmin smirks, โYeah, and Iโm gonna win. You go first.โ
โExcuse me, mister runway model,โ you say, pushing yourself off the patio chair by the armrests. You think youโre nearing popping, your belly definitelyโฆ protruding now. Not big by any means, at your fourteen weeks of pregnancy, but you think youโre almost visible. Obvious. Maybe. You wonder how Kyungmin hasnโt said anything yet, when he usually asks a thousand questions if you style your hair differently.ย
Kyungmin sits in the patio chair after youโve stood up, and claps his hands together as you walk through the lawn, standing facing him just a few feet away. โOkay mommy!โ He yells from the chair, โYou can walk now.โ
Damn, impatient, too. You flip your hair over your shoulder, one hand on your hip, and conjure up the sassiest walk, imagining yourself on a runway, putting in effort for the sake of your kid. The same kid who loses his fucking shit, clapping and giggling like it was the funniest thing heโs ever seen.ย
When you walk up to the edge of the stone patio, Kyungmin is still giggling, but he says, โItโs good that youโre not a model, mommy.โ
You scoff, standing straight, but the laughter that comes from your back door sliding open steals both of your attention before you have the chance to talk back to your son.ย
โDaddy!โ Kyungmin squeals.
Wooyoung walks onto the patio, grinning like he knows he wasnโt supposed to see that but he loved every second of it. โWhat do you mean? That was the best model walk Iโve ever seen.โ Heโs eyeing up Kyungmin now as he says, โTell mommy she could be a model before you hurt her feelings.โ
You try to interject, โHe didnโtโโ
โYouโre a good model, mommy,โ Kyungmin says, and he almost sounds like he means it. โYou should see Aden do it,โ he pushes himself up off the patio chair, โhe does it like this.โ
Youโre shaking your head as you walk towards Wooyoung, ready to greet him, but Kyungminโs screech of โLook!โ has you turning right back around.ย
Your jaw drops as your son puts his hand on his hip and sways his hips as he walks toward the patio. You scoff, โYou just did exactly what I did!โ
Wooyoung snorts from beside you, โHe mightโve done it better than you, jagi.โ
โWhat number?โ Kyungmin asks, grin as wide as his eyes, his arms wrapping around your middle when his quick moving feet bring him right to you. โJudge time.โ
You bend down and press a kiss to his sweaty hair, โTen. Whatโs my number?โ
Kyungminโs eyes slide to Wooyoung, and out of your peripherals you can see Wooyoung holding up ten fingers. Your son giggles, looking back at you, โNine.โ
โYโknow what?โ You bring your palms to his cheeks, squeezing, โIโll take it.โ
โLetโs play again,โ Kyungmin squeezes you a little tighter, making you choke out a noise. โDaddy has to walk this time, too.โ
โI think thatโs a beautiful idea,โ you smirk, side-eyeing your husband from beneath your shades. Expecting pushback, his grin turns feline. Your brows raise.
โScared of a lilโ competition?โ He wiggles his own brows, โIโm about to win, just so you know. Kyungmin, youโre going down.โ
โIโm gonna win,โ Kyungmin fights back. โMommyโs gonna lose, though.โ
โDamn, was my walk really that bad?โ You ask, brows coming together as you turn to Wooyoung. โI didnโt think it was that bad.โ
He leans closer when Kyungmin runs off into the lawn, pressing a kiss to your cheek. โI thought it was perfect. Hi, by the way.โ
โHi,โ youโre smiling already, and you know the flush on your cheeks isnโt from the afternoon sun anymore. Itโs his fourth time here this week and itโs only Friday, by this point thereโs not a bone in your body that isnโt okay with it. The opposite, actually, staring at him in his business-casual clothes, dress pants loose and elongating his strong legs, dress shirt unbuttoned and untucked on one side, sleeves folded up to his elbows. His pants black, his shirt a deep gray color, the silhouette, the colors, it all contrasts against his build and his sickeningly sweet-looking skin, making you salivate.ย
This is the third day in a fucking row that just looking at him has made you weak in the knees. Youโve been curbing your cravings well enough since last week against your kitchen island, youโve kept a safe distance since, not looking at him for too long, you donโt want to risk the rejection that you still arenโt sure was rejection, again. But the more insatiable your thirst grows, the more it feels fucking impossible, especially when he looks like that, when heโs doing tasks for you around the house, when heโs making dinner and eating it with you, when heโs showing up at your house right after work with his belt already off and his shirt halfway untucked.
Youโre still not above begging. Heโs still not giving you an inch.ย
Kyungmin walks first, as attitudey and sass-filled as you imagined it would be, and both you and Wooyoung shout ten. You walk next without an ounce of embarrassment, and Wooyoung shouts ten, but Kyungmin shouts eight. Then Wooyoung walks, using his hips like he had a rope attached through his belt loops pulling him forward, like a real fucking high-fashion model.ย
With your jaw pressed to the stone of the patio, you yell, โYou motherfucker, why are you good at this?โ
โMommy!โ Kyungmin shouts, disapproving of your swear.
A belly laugh leaves Wooyoung, head dipping down, palms clutching his stomach before they land on his knees in a doubled-over crouch. You scoff, โIโm serious, what the hell is going on? Do you have a history in modeling that I should know about? Something else youโre hiding?โ
โI thinkโฆ nine,โ Kyungmin says from your side, ignoring you with his hands on his hips, brows slanted, hiding his smile like he knows Wooyoungโs walk was perfect but refuses to outright admit it.ย
You snort, โThat was a ten if Iโve ever seen a fucking ten.โ
Kyungmin shouts again, โMommy!โ
โStop swearing, youโre bothering the boy,โ Wooyoung ushers a hand in Kyungminโs direction, face still bent up in laughter, tight from trying to hide his smile. Just a moment passes of his lips tucked between his teeth before he laughs again, โIโm sorryโ Iโm sorry, that was so fucking funny.โ
Kyungminโs voice is stern as he warns, โDaddy.โ
โIโm sorry!โ Wooyoung shouts, his palms flying up in defense, laughter still laced in his words. โCome on, letโs go inside.โย
Kyungmin makes for the door first, mumbling like he didnโt think youโd hear, โI told you mommy would lose.โย
Wooyoung catches up to you in a light jog, one hand pressed to the small of your back as you cross the threshold to walk inside your kitchen. Your head snaps sideways at the touch and he looks blissfully unaware at how the heat from his palm shoots electricity up your spine, reminding you of just short of a week ago, his arms on the counter behind you, caging you in, whispering nasty shit in your earโฆ
Thereโs happiness in the air, bleeding between you and him and your son, even the girl growing steadily in your belly. You donโt want to ruin it by sinking your mind to the gutter, where it was a week ago, how you sulked the entire night and yet he still left your house with a kiss to your cheek and a smirk on his lips. He wonโt fucking give in and your body is reacting to every look, every touch like a livewire.ย
He meets your eye, mischief twinkling in chocolate, he knows. You take a quick step forward, too fast for his hand to stay on your body, itโs purposeful.
โHomework, dinner, showers, bedtime,โ you mumble under your breath as if you needed to remind yourself of the schedule, using it like a bucket of cool water, the words ice in your veins.
And that schedule you continued to repeat to yourself all night. Homework was swift with Wooyoungโs quick-working mind helping Kyungmin, and other than making dinner, having him here to help with math was something you desperately needed and never even thought of. Third-grade math was a nuisance to you, mortifyingly irritating, and sometimes you remember that it's just going to get worse. More complicated. Itโs been a long time since youโve attempted long-division and youโll avoid it at all costs if you can.
You ended up ordering takeout, the three of you sat on the floor of your living room, eating from containers on the coffee table, watching the movie playing on the TV across the room. Frozen, again, for the thirteen-millionth time, more than once Kyungmin began singing along, and you instinctively sang along with him, then Wooyoung, too. You think the three of you might know this movie word for word.ย
By the time the end credits were rolling onto your screen, your back was pressed to the edge of the couch, your head lolled onto the cushions, eyes half open. You supposed singing along to the movie took the last bit of energy right out of you, exhaustion sitting heavy on your chest, your shoulders.ย
Kyungmin was still wide awake, bouncing from watching his favorite movie yet another time. Sitting beside Wooyoung on the floor, his legs thrown over Wooyoungโs lap, his head turned sideways, towards the screen across the room, you could barely hear his fast-moving mouth about how much he loves Elsa. How he wanted to be her, have her magic, ice powers, how he wanted a sister like Annaโ all things youโve heard a thousand times before, but they landed differently this time, and as Wooyoungโs head turned sideways to look at you, you know you were both thinking that you hope to give him a sister like Anna.
His gaze lingered, though, taking in your half-awake state, low-lidded eyes, slouched body that youโre sure did not look comfortable. It was, at least, as comfortable as it could be for movie watching on the floor.
โShower time,โ Wooyoung rips his gaze from you to look at Kyungmin. Your son whines, pulling his legs from Wooyoungโs lap to roll over on the floor. Wooyoungโs face stays straight, an unmovable force, โCome on, youโll feel better when youโre clean.โ
โI already feel good,โ Kyungmin whines, โIโm clean. I showered last night.โ
โAre we gonna have the stinky conversation again?โ Wooyoung asks, amusement playing in the line of his lips. โMommyโs gonna cry if she gets a whiff of you.โ
You crack a grin at that, even if Kyungmin refuses to take the bait. He sits up, arms stretched out behind him, brows slanted downward as he asks, โCanโt I shower in the morning?โ
โNo,โ you interject, โyou already donโt want to wake up in the morning, Iโm not fighting you to shower.โ
โI wonโt fight!โ Kyungmin counters. โIโll get up, mommy, I promise.โ
โI donโt even believe that,โ Wooyoung reaches forward, grabbing him by his ankles and tugging the boy towards him. โGo shower.โ
Kyungmin giggles as his butt slides against the floor, toward his father. โCan I eat ice cream after?โย
โSure,โ Wooyoung nods. โBut only if you smell clean. Remember to wash your hair twice, with shampoo.โ
Kyungmin stands from the floor just to scowl at his father, โI know how to wash my hair.โ
Wooyoung just raises his brows like this was an argument theyโve had before, one you have no knowledge of. He doesnโt respond, though, and Kyungmin doesnโt argue as he turns for the staircase, running two steps at a time so he can get to his dessert as fast as humanly possible.
Wooyoung wastes no time as soon as the shower turns on. He slides closer to you, eyes zeroed in on your tired expression as he asks, โWhy donโt you go take a bath?โย
You pop a brow, โAre you saying I smell, too?โ
โIโm saying you look like you need to relax,โ he says smoothly, easing you with a soft smile. โIโll get him ready for bed, ice cream and all.โ
Like it was meant to be or something, you yawn. Your back arches, arms stretching over your head, neck turning away from Wooyoung. โI donโt feel like walking all the way up there.โ
โIโll carry you?โ You turn back to see him grinning, playful, eyes flaring amusement. You can see his collarbones beneath the collar of his shirt, fully untucked now, his pants that were once pressed now wrinkled and littered with tiny balls of fuzz. โIโll even start running the water for you. Use the new soaps I got you, see if you like โem.โ
โIโll wait until Kyungie goes to bedโโ
โIโll put him to bed,โ Wooyoung cuts you off. โAnd by put him to bed I mean Iโm gonna close the door and let him fall asleep on his own, like a big boy.โ
You roll your eyes, smile growing, โAre you gonna drill that into me forever?โ
โIโm not drilling anything else into you,โ he responds, too quick for him not to have been waiting to use that response.ย
Your face falls, lips bending into a frown. โI know,โ you respond, a bite to the words, sounding like thatโs the worst thing thatโs ever happened to you. โWhy not?โ
โBecause we tried it the other way already,โ he slides down on the floor, head lolling backward, mimicking the way youโre sitting. โThat didnโt work, so Iโm using my thirty days wisely. No sex until you have a ring on your finger again.โ
โTheyโre upstairs, on my dresser,โ you say, jutting your chin towards the staircase. โGo get them, Iโll put them on.โ
He side-eyes you. โYou know what I mean, asshole.โ
โOh, now Iโm the asshole?โ You sit up a little. โYouโre the one who wonโt fuck your wife.โ
โBecause youโre only my wife legally,โ he mumbles, voice quieter. โI want to have sex when you want your husband, because Iโm your husband, not because you just want to have sex. Does that make sense? I think I confused myself.โ
Your palms find the floor on either side of you, pushing upward until your legs are under you before you stand up straight. Tilting your head, ignoring his rambling, you ask, โHas your lawyer called you?โ
โNo,โ his brows furrow as he lifts his head. โWhy?โ
You shrug, โJust wondering.โ
He was right, you did need to fucking relax.
The smell of lavender and chamomile fills your bathroom, steam fogging the white gold-lined mirror on your marble vanity, turning the once crystal-clear glass shower door cloudy. Bubbles surround you, popping every few seconds, swirling with each slight movement of your body. Your neck stretches over the back end, eyes closed, body submerged beneath the water that teeters on the edge of hot. Youโve already drained some water and refilled the white, ceramic tub once, not wanting to escape serenity just yet. Itโs been too long since youโve properly relaxed without worrying about work, your husband, your son, anything. Everything.ย
You were content on staying here, letting your body soak in the water, in the sweet smells, for as long as you possibly could. The first your eyes have opened is when you hear a hand on the door handle, pushing it open quickly and then closing it even quicker. Wooyoung walks in, eyes on you as soon as youโre in view, silently crossing the bathroom in a few long strides before crouching beside the tub.ย
โCare to join?โ You ask, head turned toward him.ย
He cracks a smile, head dropping down to huff a laugh under his breath. Itโs empty, like he had something on his mind. His hands reach over the side of the tub, bronzy fingers playing in the warm water, โDo you like the soaps? The salts?โ
You nod, โMhm, โm very relaxed.โ
โGood,โ he nods, lips scrunching to one side. He had more to say.
โWhatโs up?โ You ask, searching his face for the answer before he had a chance to verbalize it.
He takes a beat. โWe havenโt talked about it,โ he finally says, eyes meeting yours, pupils big and dilated. โUs. At all, not once during these past few weeks.โ
โOkay,โ you say assuredly, then readjust. Sitting up a little taller, using your hands pushing against the bottom of the tub, the water covers just above the apex of your breasts. โLetโs talk.โ
He swallows, eyes dancing across your face, your shoulders, like heโs fighting for his life to not let his gaze drop past your collarbones. You smile.ย
โWhereโs your head at?โ he asks, forcing his gaze upward. โDo you wanna do this?โ
You lean over the side, throwing an arm along the edge of the tub, laying your cheek on your forearm to look up at him. โDo I wanna do what?โ
He shifts, sitting on the floor, legs bent, criss-crossed. He keeps his face close to yours, just slightly below you. โBe with me,โ he wonders, โhave another baby with me.โ
You crack another smile, one so genuine it takes over your entire face. โIโve wanted to the whole time, dummy.โ
โDonโt toy with me, jagi,โ his lips fall to a line. โBe serious. Are we doing this or are we not?โ
You sigh. โYou know,โ you start, twisting your legs, the fluid noise of water sloshing following. โThat day you brought me the soaps, the gummies, things I didnโt ask for but you know I neededโฆโ Wooyoung nods, eyes twinkling with optimism. โIt reminded me what kind of man you are. Who you used to be, before your priority became workโโ
โI told youโโ
โLet me finish,โ you cut him off, eyes stern. He nods. โEven though you werenโt here, I know it was for Kyung, for me. I knew it, and even though I divorced youโthe first timeโI hoped youโd fight it. That youโd fix everything as soon as I brought up divorce, admit your wrongs and fucking grovel or something.โ He frowns, but you donโt give him a second to respond. โIโve missed this part of you. Iโve missed the part thatโs present, that supports me as a partner and not just a checkbook. Thatโs what matters to me.โ His frown deepens, eyes glazing over. You lift your head, reaching for humor, โCrybaby.โ
โYouโre the crybaby,โ he counters, but a smile tugs at his lips. He wipes two thumbs under his eyes as he says, โDonโt forget we have to send two kids to college.โ
You bark out a laugh, a genuine laugh. โWeโll figure it out. I just wantโ all Iโve ever wanted is you here, Wooyoung.โ
He leans forward, pressing a short, sweet kiss to your lips. Keeping himself close, barely a millimeter between your faces, he whispers, โI will be.โ
โGood,โ your smile grows, โbecause I called my lawyer like, two days ago. I think we need your signature before the judge can sign off on the motion.โ
He snaps his head backward, eyes wide. โAre you serious?โ
โWhy would I lie?โ You laugh a little, leaning your chin on your forearm again. โAre you really that surprised? I thought Iโve been making it pretty clear.โ
He shakes his head ever so slightly in disbelief as he stutters, โI donโtโ I guess, I donโt know. Youโre pregnant.โ
Your eyes droop in a scowl, โAre you about to call me horny and hormonal?โ
His lips tighten, trapping his smile, โNo.โ
You laugh again, leaning back into the tub, letting your head lay against the ceramic. โI love you, idiot. I donโt want to do this without you, youโre my best friend.โ
โYouโre my best friend, too,โ his bottom lip bends over in a pout, eyes glossy all over again. โIโm sorry for everything I put you through, baby. I swear to God I never had bad intentions with any of it.โ
โI know,โ you mumble, reaching your hand over the side of the tub. He tangles his fingers with yours, squeezing your wet palm, reveling in the silence, the shifting, the togetherness both of you fucking ached for. You smile, eyes twinkling with the idea, โDo you wanna go get my rings?โ
He beams, muttering an excited yes before he pushes himself upward. It takes him all of seven seconds to run out to your bedroom, connected to your bathroom, to grab your wedding band and your engagement ring from the ceramic box atop your dresser and to run back into the bathroom. The movement was so Kyungmin you couldnโt help but laugh when he knelt beside the tub again.ย
Wordlessly, you hold your left hand out, and he slides your wedding band on your ring finger first, a silver ring encrusted with diamonds. Then your engagement ring, a simple silver band, at the center a recently polished diamond set with four prongs. You hold it up to the dim light of the bathroom, admiring how the diamonds catch the amber hue, sparkling, shining, immediately regretting ever taking them off.ย
โYou really did a good job,โ your head tilts in admiration. โIโve missed this fuckinโ rock.โ
He snorts, lifting himself up and over you, planting both hands on either side of the tub as his upper half stretches over the side, pressing his lips against yours. Your other hand leaves the water to cup his cheek, savoring the taste of him, home. Knowing it was real this time, knowing you were choosing this. Him, all over again. You deepen the kiss as the feeling blooms, pushing your tongue between his lips, using your hand on his cheek to bring him closer.ย
โI love you,โ he says into your mouth, voice cushioned by the remnants of relief.
You moan the softest sound of pleasure into his parted lips, โI love you.โ
You feel him smile against you, one mischievous and him. โShould we consummate our renewed marital status?โ
Keeping your hand on his cheek, you push him away a singular inch, popping a brow. โYou really have to ask me that?โ
โMm, I know,โ he leans forward to kiss you again, his outstretched arm leaving the ceramic to hold your cheek, running a thumb over your skin. โAll that blood pumping down there, Iโve been so mean, denying my pregnant wife.โ
His hand falls to your neck and you gasp, legs twitching in the water. You donโt have it in you to respond, already lost in the way his touch feels, just a few months without him should be nothing compared to the year you spent apart. But you werenโt pregnant then.
โCome to bed,โ he purrs against your lips. โAs much as Iโd love to fuck my wife in the bath, Iโd rather spread your legs as wide as I can get โem.โ
The idea makes you snort, โHow flexible do you think I am?โ
He plants another kiss to your lips before responding. โDoesnโt matter. Iโm stretching you out anyway, arenโt I?โ
You pull the plug from the drain with a roll of your eyes before Wooyoung helps you up by your arms, then grabs the white towel that sat folded on the toilet lid. Holding it open for you, he wraps you in white cotton until your back is pressed to his chest, his arms snug around your front, fingers still holding the towel closed.ย
Leaning into him, his scent, his warmth, even if youโre already standing in your home, itโs never felt more like it. Quietly, you mutter, โI missed you.โ
He presses a kiss to the side of your head instead of responding. You tilt it to the side, looking up at him, his beautiful, sculpted face youโve spent fifteen years loving. Clear skin, soft and smooth, whiskey eyes, the freckle perfectly centered beneath one of them, thereโs a wrench in your gut and it hurts. You love him so much it aches.
Wordlessly, you press your lips against his, and it relives the ache ever so slightly. Tilโ death do you part, heโs yours, he always has been, he always will be. And like heโs confirming it, his tongue slips into your mouth, his hands leaving the towel to turn you by your hips, the cotton falling to the floor. Your arms reach over his shoulders, back arching into him, your bare front pressing into his clothed one, you didnโt care.
โEasy,โ he mumbles into your mouth. โLet me get you on the bed first.โ
You respond by kissing him harder. Your mouths move melodically, your fingers finding the soft, ebony locks on his head, his palms leaving your hips just to start undoing the buttons on his shirt. You help him push it off his shoulders, panting into his mouth as your fingers dart for the button at the hem of his slacks, fingers sliding the zipper down.ย
He grunts when your palm meets his clothed length. โJagi,โ he grits out, chest heaving. โBaby, fuckโ wait.โ
โNo,โ you huff, kissing him again. Fingers meeting the elastic of his briefs, you push them over his hips, gripping the base of his length and tugging.
He groans, breaking away just to suck in a harsh breath, his abdomen flexing.
โFuck me.โ Youโre staring up at him, and youโre positive you look crazed; eyes wide, unblinking, lips swollen and wet, chest heaving.
He doesnโt seem to care. He pulls your wrist from his cock, bending at his knees to scoop his other arm under your legs, lifting you in one quick motion. You stop yourself from yelping, arms swinging around his neck, holding on for dear fucking life as he opens the door with the hand that was supposed to be cradling your back.
So strong, the realization shoots straight to your throbbing clit. He lays you down on the bed, wet body soaking the comforter, neither of you care as he gets his pants, his briefs off his body, crawling over you. He keeps his voice quiet, barely above a whisper as he says, โWhat do you want?โ
โYou,โ you quip, breathless. โInside, inside, please.โ
He studies you for a millisecond before he moves. Palms splayed over the underside of your thighs, he pushes them upward as he leans down between them, tongue poking out to lick a stripe through your folds. Hissing quietly, you watch his mouth bend, angled cheeks sucking in before he parts his lips in the smallest O to land a glob of spit on your core.
Grip loosening on your thighs, he sits on his calves, taking one hand to the base of his cock, smearing the spit along your folds. You release a breath, eyes screwing shut, fingers curling into the sheets, reminding yourself you need to be silent.
โTake a breath,โ his voice is damn near silent, too. You obey, sucking in deep as he prods at your entrance, releasing the breath as he pushes in, agonizingly slow. You open your eyes to see his face twisted up in pleasure, jaw slack, muscles flexed, veins protruding in his sculpted arms.
You curse under your breath and he opens his eyes. โSo good,โ he whispers, sheathing himself fully, cock buried to the hilt. โNothing fuckinโ feels like you.โ
Your head tilts a singular degree, โYou have much to compare me to?โ
His lips flatten, eyes following suit. โDonโt ask stupid questions.โ
Your lips bend in a smirk, legs spreading further. โMove.โ
โBe nice,โ he mutters, cock twitching inside you. โBeen awhile.โ
โGonna cum if Iโm mean?โ
He bends at the hips, elbows landing on either side of your head, arms close enough that you might as well be scooped beneath his elbows. His forehead pressed against yours, he whispers, โGonna cum if youโre nice, too.โ
โThen what do I do?โ
โLay there,โ he smiles, then presses a short kiss to your lips. โLet me take care of you.โ
When he starts moving, it takes everything in you not to moan. Not to squeal, not to squeak, not to cry. Jaw falling open, brows furrowing, your fingers fly to his arms, nails cutting crescents into his skin.ย
โOh my god,โ his voice is low, quiet and ragged, his head dipping into the pocket of your shoulder. Your legs wrap around him, the smallest whimper escaping your mouth, in chorus to the slick sounds of his cock sliding in and out. Instead of the loud slapping of skin against skin, it was raw, a quiet, creamy noise filling the quiet room, each grind of his hips to the same beat as your breathing.ย
Itโs almost worse than being fucked mercilessly. Caged beneath him, body a livewire, arching and jerking just for every movement to be stopped, forced into stillness, itโs almost worse. Youโre panting, hips fucking back into him, toes curling over the expanse of his back, the pit of pleasure in the base of your gut spreads heat through each limb.
โWoo,โ you pant, โI need, I needโ oh my god.โ
His lips find your neck, but he doesnโt pick up speed. Cock curving upward, massaging against your walls, his tongue spreads flat against the curve of your neck, lips closing over the stripe of spit. Mumbling, so quiet itโs a murmur, he says, โYou need me.โ
โYes,โ you whisper, eyes screwing shut, fingers clawing into his arms harder. Your body tightens, muscles strained, but he rocks into you with the same rhythm, unbothered by your body clenching. โI need youโ I, I love you.โ
His teeth find your skin, a rumble of a groan melting into your neck. โI love you.โ
โNo,โ you urge through a hiss. โI love you.โ
His hips rock a little harsher, a twitch in his rhythm. โSay it again.โ
โI love you,โ youโre whimpering, โI love you, I love you.โ
He picks up speed, cock still brushing the spot on the inside of your walls. โSay youโre mine, jagi, โh my god.โ
Your hips tilt, breath turning ragged, voice rising in pitch as your pleasure blooms. โIโm y-yours, Iโm yours. Always will be.โ
He lifts his head to press his lips against yours messily, tongue slipping into your mouth, hips grinding into you, pulling you closer to the line he drew for you. The one he made for you, because youโve always been his, and heโll always be yours.
His hands cup your cheeks, pulling his lips from yours, hips never once breaking their rhythm. His cheeks cave again, lips pursing, and you open your mouth in waiting. A droplet of spit dribbles slowly from his mouth and you catch it on your tongue, never once taking your eyes off of him, unblinking, letting him see that youโd take anything he gave. He watches your throat bob as you swallow.
โMine.โ He sounds on the brink, his voice a quiet, hardened thing. โCum for me.โ
It doesnโt take long, not when your feet hit the mattress, pushing your hips upward, allowing him to hit that spot in perfect rhythm. After a week or two of denial, youโve been on the cusp since heโd walked inside the bathroom.
โSo perfect,โ he says. Itโs primal, how he stares at you coming undone around his cock, jaw pried open and eyebrows knitted together. โI fucking love you.โ
You can feel him twitching as you clench around the width of him, nails slicing into his skin, hips jerking wildlessly under his own. He keeps you pinned as he reaches down, picking up a thigh to push it upward, knees spreading to fuck into you harder without slapping his hips against you.ย
You whimper, overstimulation looming, pleasure unending and all-consuming. โWooyoungโ Wooyoung.โ
โClose,โ he grinds his teeth. โFuck, need to fill you up, jagi. Need to fill you up.โ
His words make your hips rise to meet his, small squeaks escaping as his other hand finds your hair, knuckles finding purchase in your roots. Not hard, but enough, claim in another form; he needed it, needed you, in any way he could get you. Any way he could have you.ย
โCum,โ you cry. โPlease, please please. I need it.โ
โSay you love me.โ
โI love you!โ Your fingers find the duvet beneath you, curling into the plush, nerves beyond fried. Rambling, your voice a winded whine, โI love you, please fill me up, cum inside me until Iโm leaking, made me feel so good, Woo. Need it inside.โ
He moans, and itโs small, but itโs verbal. Cock twitching, hips losing rhythm, his abdomen clenches as he finally unravels, painting your insides with ropes of white-hot heavy warmth. You sigh in relief, in the warmth, the comfort of his release like an embrace.ย
He lets go of your thigh to reach for your cheek, pressing his lips against yours. Whispering into each otherโs mouths, mumbles of I love you and thank you and I missed you, over and over and over, all between kisses and tastes of each otherโs tongues.
It feels like forever that you stay like that, far past his cock softening inside you, his release leaking out, ignoring the tickle as it races for the duvet beneath. You didnโt care, not with his lips on yours, your hands in his hair, his scent in your nose, the world could end around you and you still wouldnโt fucking care. Like stitching time back together, seam by seam, when youโre both wearing flushed cheeks and swollen lips, you finally part with lazy grins and cheeks aching from giggling. He kisses down your chest, two of his palms splayed over your tummy, peppering a hundred, a thousand kisses to the skin circling your belly-button.
โIโm so excited,โ he says, like heโd been waiting to say it. โI canโt wait to see you bursting, belly all full โn round. I canโt wait to have another.โ
He lays his head on your stomach, body stretched out on the bed. Your hand finds his hair, scratching at his scalp as an easy sigh falls from your lips. โMe too,โ you smile, and you mean it. โAnd Iโm excited for you to be here. Normalcy.โย
His fingers dance over your skin, featherlight, his cheek pressed to your tummy. โCan I move back in tomorrow?โ
A quiet laugh tumbles off your lips. โWeโll take it slow, we have an eight year old who notices things, Wooyoung.โ
โHe literally wants me to live here,โ his eyes slide upward. โHeโll be happy.โ
โWeโll talk to him,โ you nod in confirmation, fingers continuing to scratch in his hair.
He purrs, the vibration tickling your belly, making you twitch. โI love you,โ he says softly, a pause before he adds, โwifey.โ
Your grin spreads at the nickname. โI love you too.โ
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