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summary: where you’ve shared all the same classes with Tom Riddle for months… and never spoken a word. He wasn’t planning to stay at the school dance for long until he sees you at the drink stand. Curiosity brings him over, and suddenly you’re talking. And talking. And talking. One corner of the ballroom, soft lights, a little dancing - and the boy everyone swears will never care about anyone is laughing, leaning in, and stealing all the attention he never gave before. By the end of the night, it’s clear nothing has changed in the world around you… except him.
★ SLYTHERIN BOYS THROUGH THE ERAS!
A 1950s AU ㅤꨄ︎
Flashes of red and pink washed over the Hogwarts hall. Heart-shaped balloons drifted lazily above the dance floor, charmed to bob along with the soft love songs playing from the enchanted speakers. The sun had long since set, leaving the moon and a hundred floating candles to cast a warm yellow glow over the room.
You stood off to the side, nursing a cup of “love punch” - which the teachers still didn’t realize had been improved by students with contraband additions. It wasn’t that you couldn’t be out there dancing. You’d been asked, several times in fact, but you’d turned each one down gently. There was no point going with someone you didn’t actually want. A solo mission seemed easier.
But now your dress felt a little too tight, your hair a little too loose, and the whole party a little too loud. You were only a few minutes away from slipping out entirely.
What you didn’t notice was Tom Riddle watching you from across the ballroom.
Like you, he’d come alone - though not because he’d rejected anyone. No one had dared ask him. Tom’s reputation preceded him: distant, immaculate, untouchable. You two shared every class, sat only a few desks apart, and yet had never spoken.
He took a sip of the spiked love punch, and whether it was the drink or something else entirely, something tugged at him - a strange, foreign impulse.
Before he fully understood why, Tom was weaving through the crowd, the music swelling behind him as he crossed the dance floor straight toward you.
You had your back to the party, setting your cup down and preparing to leave, when you turned around, and screamed.
Several couples jerked out of their slow-dance haze, staring at you for a solid three seconds before drifting back into their world of soft music and candlelight.
Your reaction was justified, though. Because Tom Riddle was standing directly in front of you. Not saying a word.
Just…standing there, hair slightly mussed, a faint flush on his usually immaculate cheeks.
‘Hello,’ he said stiffly. ‘I’m Tom.’
‘Yes, I know. We’re in the same classes.’
‘I’m aware.’
You blinked at him. He didn’t elaborate. His gaze stayed fixed and intense, and you found yourself glancing anywhere else just to escape the weight of it. After a beat, you exhaled.
‘Well, if that’s all-’ you started, stepping to the side.
‘So, do you come here often?’ he blurted.
You stared. ‘Tom. The dance is annual.’
‘Right. Right.’
He looked down at his cup, grimaced, and tossed the rest back like he needed courage.
Your brows lifted. You hated to admit it, but you were…intrigued. Tom Riddle didn’t talk to people. He didn’t even look at people unless he had to. Why you, and why now?
‘So what brings you here?’ you asked cautiously.
‘Oh,’ Tom said, lowering the empty cup. ‘I just wanted to see what everyone raves about. Safe to say…this isn’t that great.’
‘Yeah, tell me about it,’ you muttered, glancing toward the crowded dance floor.
‘Why aren’t you there? Dancing with someone?’ Tom asked.
‘No one really piqued my interest.’
His eyes flicked to yours - quickly, sharply - like he was trying to read something, or hide something.
‘Right,’ he murmured. ‘Of course.’
You waited for him to walk away - that’s what he usually did when conversations ended. But instead, he stayed there. Hovering. Almost…nervous?
Your eyes narrowed. ‘Why? Are you conducting a survey on everyone’s dance habits?’
‘No,’ he said quickly. ‘I just-’
He stopped, brows drawing together as though he was surprised by his own stuck tongue. ‘I just wondered.’
That was the moment you realized: Tom Riddle was flustered. The thought nearly made you swallow a laugh.
‘Well,’ you said lightly, ‘same question back at you. Why aren’t you dancing?’
His expression faltered, almost offended. ‘I don’t dance.’
‘Oh? Can’t?’ you teased.
Tom straightened. ‘I didn’t say that.’
‘So you can dance.’
‘I didn’t say that either.’
You pressed your lips together to keep from smiling.
He looked away, jaw tightening a little - not in anger, but in…embarrassment? When he turned back to you, the flush on his cheeks had deepened, though he tried to mask it behind an indifferent tone.
‘I just don’t see the point,’ he said.
You folded your arms. ‘Talking to me, though - that has a point?’
He hesitated. His throat bobbed.
‘…Yes.’
Your heartbeat stuttered. Just a little.
Before you could find a response, a loud swell of music rose behind you as the next slow song began. Couples drifted past, spinning softly beneath the candlelight. The whole hall glowed in warm pinks and golds, and somehow Tom looked even more out of place standing here - the immaculate boy with the immaculate reputation, talking to you like he didn’t quite know how he’d gotten here.
He shifted again, eyes flicking to the dance floor, then back to you. ‘If you’re leaving,’ he said, ‘I’ll walk with you.’
You shook your head. ‘I’m not leaving yet.’
‘…Good.’
The word slipped out too naturally, like he hadn’t meant to say it out loud. You blinked at him, caught off guard by the sincerity in his voice. Tom inhaled, then gestured stiffly toward a quieter corner of the hall.
‘Do you want to - sit? Away from all…this?’
He waved vaguely at the dancing couples, the lights, the music, the entire world. It was strangely charming.
You raised a brow. ‘Are you asking me to sit with you, Tom?’
He swallowed. ‘…Yes.’
‘Well,’ you said, feeling your lips curl into a smile, ‘since no one here piques my interest…maybe you can try.’
You stepped past him toward the corner, and for a moment, Tom didn’t move - like he was stunned you’d said yes.
Then he followed.
You reached the quieter corner of the hall, where the music was softer and the candles flickered more gently, and took a seat on one of the cushioned benches. Tom settled beside you a moment later, leaving just enough space to be polite, but close enough that you could feel the faint warmth of him.
For a moment, neither of you spoke. Then Tom said, very abruptly,
‘I’ve never been to one of these.’
‘A dance?’ you asked.
‘A…social function.’ He said it like the words tasted foreign.
‘Really?’ you teased. ‘Shocking. You seem like such a people person.’
His head snapped toward you, eyes widening in genuine confusion. ‘Do I?’
You burst into laughter. ‘Tom. Absolutely not.’
He blinked once, then let out a breath that might have been a laugh, if Tom Riddle allowed himself such human reactions.
‘I suspected as much,’ he murmured.
Silence settled again, but a comfortable one this time.
Your eyes drifted back to the dance floor. ‘Honestly,’ you said, ‘I only came because I thought maybe it would be different this year.’
‘Different how?’
‘I don’t know. More fun. More…magical.’
He considered this. ‘And it isn’t?’
‘Not really. But talking to you is more interesting than anything else that’s happened tonight, so I suppose it wasn’t all for nothing.’
Tom stared at you like you’d handed him the answer to a question he’d never asked out loud. He looked away quickly.
‘What about you?’ you asked. ‘Why come if you’re just going to lurk in corners?’
‘I wasn’t lurking,’ he protested lightly.
‘Tom, you were absolutely lurking.’
He paused. ‘Fine. Perhaps a bit.’
‘So why come at all?’
He exhaled slowly, gaze drifting across the hall as if gathering the words from somewhere far away. ‘I wanted to see what it was like,’ he said. ‘Everyone talks about these things as though they’re…defining.’
‘Of what?’
‘Youth. Friendship. Connection.’
He looked down at his hands. ‘I wanted to know what everyone else seems to understand.’
His honesty startled you. It was strange, strangely tender, to hear him speak this way.
‘And have you figured it out?’ you asked softly.
Tom’s eyes met yours. The candlelight caught in them, warm and sharp all at once.
‘I think,’ he said quietly, ‘that it is not the event itself that matters.’
‘Then what does?’
His voice lowered.
‘Who you’re with.’
Your stomach flipped.
The moment lingered, delicate and bright, until Tom suddenly cleared his throat, breaking the tension.
‘Tell me something,’ he said quickly.
‘Something?’
‘Anything. About you. I don’t…know much.’
You raised a brow. ‘You want to?’
He looked puzzled that you had to ask.
‘Yes.’
So you told him a small thing - your favourite subject. He actually listened. He asked another question. Then another.
And the strangest thing happened: Tom Riddle became…chatty.
‘If you weren’t a witch,’ he said eventually, ‘what would you want to be?’
‘A journalist,’ you replied. ‘Travel the world. Write about whatever I see.’
Tom hummed thoughtfully. ‘I can picture that.’
‘Really?’
‘Yes,’ he said. ‘You strike me as someone who notices everything.’
You tilted your head. ‘Do I?’
His eyes flicked to yours, then quickly downwards. ‘Yes,’ he said, more quietly. ‘You notice me.’
The comment hit you unexpectedly.
He kept talking, unaware of the effect he’d had. ‘What else?’ he asked. ‘What do you want?’
You shrugged. ‘To fall in love, I guess.’
Tom froze. You almost laughed. ‘Not tonight. Just eventually.’
He didn’t relax. At all.
‘What?’ you teased. ‘Does the concept offend you?’
‘No,’ he said stiffly. ‘I just…don’t understand it.’
‘Love?’
‘Any of it.’
You smiled softly. ‘That’s okay. You don’t have to.’
He paused, studying your expression with a focus so intense it was almost unsettling.
‘But you want to,’ you added. ‘Don’t you?’
His throat worked. ‘Perhaps.’
‘Why?’ His gaze dropped to your lips, just for a second, before snapping back up.
‘Because…’ He hesitated. ‘…tonight, things feel different.’
Your breath stilled. ‘Different how?’ you whispered.
He didn’t answer. Not yet.
He just looked at you - really looked - like he was trying to figure out what was happening to him. And for Tom Riddle, that was an answer in itself.
Tom shifted slightly, turning just enough to face you. His knee brushed yours - barely - but it was enough to send a warm flicker straight up your spine. He noticed too. He didn’t move away.
‘Can I ask you something?’ he said suddenly.
‘You’ve already asked me about twelve things,’ you teased.
‘Well…can I ask you another?’
‘Go on, then.’
He hesitated - which for Tom Riddle meant something enormous.
‘Why did you reject all the people who asked you to come tonight?’
You blinked. ‘You were watching?’
‘Not intentionally,’ he said quickly, then corrected, ‘Not entirely intentionally.’
You laughed. ‘Wow. What an admission.’
A faint shade of pink crept over his cheekbones. ‘I meant that I…noticed. Each time.’
‘And how many times is “each time”?’
He looked away. ‘Several.’
You grinned. ‘You counted.’
‘I did not count,’ he snapped softly, then added under his breath, ‘I simply kept track.’
You raised an eyebrow. ‘That’s…literally counting.’
Tom ignored that. He leaned forward slightly, elbows resting on his knees, fingers tapping together as though he was thinking hard. ‘So?’ he asked again. ‘Why reject them?’
‘I told you. I wasn’t interested,’ you said simply.
‘In any of them?’
‘Nope.’
He frowned - the kind of frown people make when solving a puzzle that won’t cooperate.
‘There must have been someone you could tolerate.’
You laughed. ‘Tom. I don’t want to go to a dance with someone I can tolerate. That’s depressing.’
‘Then what did you want?’
‘Someone I’d actually want to spend the night with. Talking to. Being around.’
His breath caught - barely audible, but you heard it.
‘Oh,’ he said softly.
You tilted your head. ‘And you? Why didn’t you come with anyone?’
Tom’s jaw tensed. ‘Nobody asked me.’
You blinked at him. ‘Really?’
‘Really,’ he said flatly. ‘People don’t…approach me.’
‘Why not?’ He stared at you like you’d asked why the sky was blue.
‘You know why.’
‘But I want to hear you say it.’
He shifted, uncomfortable.
‘People find me…intimidating.’
You smiled gently. ‘Only because you look like you’re planning world domination at all times.’
He actually laughed - short, startled, disbelieving. ‘Do I?’
‘Yes,’ you said. ‘But then you talk and you’re…not what people assume.’
He studied you, eyes sharp but warm. ‘What do you think I am?’
‘A lot softer than you want people to know.’
He went still. Very still. ‘You shouldn’t say things like that,’ he murmured.
‘Why?’
He looked down, clearing his throat, trying to pull himself back into composure. ‘Tell me another thing about you,’ he said. ‘Something…unexpected.’
You thought for a moment. ‘Alright. I like collecting things.’
‘Collecting what?’ he asked, sounding genuinely curious.
‘Little things. Things people don’t notice. Bottle caps, ticket stubs, notes. Memories, I suppose.’
‘Memories,’ he echoed, as if tasting the word.
‘Yeah. I like keeping pieces of moments. Makes me feel like time doesn’t just slip away.’
Tom considered this, then nodded slowly.
‘I understand that,’ he said. ‘Wanting to hold on to things.’
‘Oh? What do you hold on to?’
He hesitated for a long moment. Then: ‘I’m still figuring that out.’
You waited. You didn’t push.
He looked at you again - really looked - eyes flicking over every small detail, like he was memorizing you.
‘You’re very…easy to talk to,’ he said quietly.
‘You’re not so bad yourself.’
He huffed a small breath, almost smiling. ‘I’ve never talked to anyone this much. Not like this.’
‘Not even your friends?’
‘I don’t have friends.’
‘Tom,’ you said gently, ‘everyone has friends.’
‘Not me.’
‘You could.’
He looked confused. ‘With who?’
You stared at him, and he seemed to realize the answer at the same moment you did.
He swallowed. Hard.
‘You,’ he said softly. ‘You could be.’
A warm flush crept over your neck. You didn’t know what to say. Tom didn’t seem to know either. So he filled the silence with another question. He was full of them tonight.
‘If you could be anywhere right now,’ he asked, ‘where would you want to be?’
You glanced at the glowing room, the music, the couples dancing, the shadows cast by candlelight…Then you looked at him.
‘Here,’ you said.
Something broke across his expression - something stunned, something almost vulnerable.
The song in the background changed to something slower, softer, older.
You shifted toward him, crossing one leg over the other as you leaned your elbow on the back of the bench. ‘My turn,’ you said.
Tom blinked. ‘Your…turn?’
‘To ask questions. You’ve interrogated me enough.’
He went very still. ‘Alright,’ he said slowly, ‘but I reserve the right to decline.’
‘You won’t,’ you said confidently.
His brows lifted. ‘And how do you know?’
‘Because you came over here to talk to me,’ you replied. ‘You clearly want to.’
Tom’s throat bobbed. He didn’t deny it.
You smiled. ‘First question: what did you expect this dance to be like?’
He exhaled. ‘Loud. Pointless. Irritating.’
‘And now?’
A pause. A glance at you. ‘Less pointless,’ he admitted.
You bit your lip to hide your smile. ‘Okay. Question two. What do you actually do when you’re not being intimidating in class?’
Tom blinked. ‘What makes you think I do anything else?’
‘Because no one is intimidating on purpose all the time. That’s exhausting.’
He frowned, thoughtful .‘…I read,’ he said finally. ‘And walk. And think.’
‘About what?’
‘Everything.’
You snorted. ‘That’s not an answer.’
‘It is,’ he insisted. ‘I think about magic. About people. About why things are the way they are.’
‘Do you ever think about yourself?’
He stiffened slightly. ‘Sometimes.’
‘And what do you think?’
‘That,’ he said carefully, ‘is not a simple question.’
‘Good,’ you said. ‘I don’t like simple questions.’
Tom stared at you like you were the most baffling creature alive.
‘Another,’ he said quietly. ‘Ask another.’
You tapped your chin dramatically. ‘Alright. What scares you?’
His eyes widened a fraction. He hadn’t been expecting that one. ‘I’m not scared of anything,’ he said quickly.
‘Liar.’
He looked affronted. ‘I am not lying.’
‘Everyone is scared of something,’ you insisted. ‘Being vulnerable doesn’t make you weak.’
Tom’s eyes softened just a little. ‘I didn’t say that.’
‘Then? What scares you?’
He looked away, jaw tight, thinking far longer than he had for any other question.
When he finally answered, his voice was quieter.
‘Losing control,’ he said. ‘Not knowing what to do. Feeling…’ He cut himself off.
‘Feeling what?’ you pressed gently.
Tom swallowed. ‘Feeling anything,’ he admitted.
Your heart twisted a little. ‘Why is that scary?’
‘Because feelings change people,’ he said. ‘And I don’t know if I like the way they change me.’
You went still. He kept looking at the dance floor, but his voice dropped almost to a whisper.
‘Tonight feels…different,’ he said. ‘And I don’t know what to do with that.’
You leaned closer, your knees touching his.
‘You don’t have to do anything,’ you said softly. ‘You’re allowed to just…feel whatever you’re feeling.’
He finally looked at you again, expression unreadable but not closed-off.
‘You make it sound simple,’ he murmured.
‘It can be.’ You held his gaze steadily. ‘Alright,’ you said. ‘Next question.’
Tom let out a tiny breath, somewhere between nervous and relieved. ‘Go on.’
‘What,’ you asked slowly, ‘did you think about me…before tonight?’
His breath hitched. He blinked twice, stunned you’d asked something so direct. ‘I…noticed you,’ he said after a moment.
‘Not an answer.’
‘I’m thinking,’ he snapped softly, then added in a quieter tone, ‘I noticed you because you seem…untouched by all of it.’
‘All of what?’
‘The noise. The nonsense. The petty things everyone else cares about.’
He paused. ‘You look like you’re searching for something else.’
Your heartbeat fluttered.
‘And what did you think tonight?’ you asked.
Tom’s gaze lingered on your lips before returning to your eyes.
‘That I want to know you,’ he said quietly. ‘More than I realized.’
You inhaled sharply.
The song shifted, slow and warm, curling through the hall like a sigh.
Tom shifted his hand on the bench, only inches from yours, and said:
‘Ask me another.’
You smiled, heart thudding.
‘Alright. Last one for now.’
You leaned in, your shoulder brushing his.
‘What do you want right this second?’
Tom’s voice was barely there.
‘You.’
Tom stared at you like he was still processing his own confession, his breath unsteady, the music curling softly around you both. His fingers, resting just beside yours on the bench, twitched like they wanted to reach for you and didn’t know how.
You held his gaze, heartbeat warm and steady.
‘You know what I want?’ you said.
He blinked.
‘What?’
You rose slowly to your feet, smoothing your dress.
‘For us to dance,’ you said.
A small smile tugged at your lips.
‘Or rather - for me to teach you how to dance.’
Tom actually froze.
Like the concept had stunned him into temporary paralysis.
‘Dance,’ he echoed, as if testing the word for danger.
‘Yes, Tom. Dance.’
He swallowed, eyes flicking from you to the dance floor, then back.
‘And you…you want to do that with me?’
‘Only you,’ you said simply.
Something softened in him then - completely, undeniably.
He stood, slowly, as though the moment might shatter if he moved too fast.
You held out your hand.
He stared at it for a second too long before placing his own in yours, careful and unsure, fingers curling around yours like he’d never held someone’s hand before.
You led him toward the dance floor.
The candles flickered low, couples shifting aside as another soft, dreamy song floated through the hall - Paul Anka’s voice sweet and steady, full of longing.
‘And they called it puppy love…’
You turned to him.
‘Alright,’ you said gently. ‘Start like this.’
You took his other hand and placed it at your waist.
Tom looked at the spot like he couldn’t believe he was allowed to touch you there.
His palm was warm.
Tentative.
‘And what do I do now?’ he murmured.
‘Just follow me,’ you said.
You guided him through a slow step, then another.
At first he was stiff, unsure, counting beats under his breath.
But then you moved closer - just enough - your hand resting lightly at his shoulder, your bodies swaying to the soft rhythm.
And something shifted.
His breath brushed your cheek. His fingers tightened slightly at your waist. His eyes dropped to yours, then to your mouth, then back again.
‘You’re…very good at this,’ he said quietly.
‘Dancing?’
‘Making me forget where I keep my composure.’
You laughed softly, leaning your forehead near his, the moment small but impossibly intimate. ‘That’s part of the lesson,’ you whispered.
He exhaled, a shaky little sound he clearly didn’t intend to make.
You could feel him trying to steady himself - trying to choose words, trying to be rational, failing beautifully.
‘You’re doing fine,’ you murmured.
‘Am I?’ he asked.
‘Mhm.’
His eyes flicked down again—hesitant, hopeful, afraid.
‘Can I…?’ he began.
You didn’t make him finish.
You leaned in, closing the distance just enough for your lips to brush his - soft, warm, the lightest possible kiss.
Barely there, but enough to stop time entirely.
Tom stilled. Then, slowly - carefully - he kissed you back.
Gentle at first, then a shade deeper, as if learning you the way he’d learned the steps.
When you pulled back, his eyes were wide and dazed, as though he’d just discovered an entirely new form of magic.
‘Was that part of the lesson too?’ he whispered.
‘No,’ you said, smiling. ‘That was extra.’
His lips curved - small, shy, genuine.
‘Then,’ he murmured, pulling you a little closer as the song swelled around you, ‘I’d like to learn whatever comes next.’
And the two of you kept dancing, slow and close, under candlelight and Paul Anka’s voice, as the rest of the world quietly disappeared.
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“Why the hell does he need all those muscles anyway?”
“Don’t tell me you’re still peeping on your neighbor even after hooking up?”
“Shut up!” You sigh, digging your knees to the floor to keep your head low from where you peak out of your window. “I can’t show my face again, it’s too embarrassing.”
“I can’t believe you fucked both of those juice heads..”
“It’ll be a perfect story for my first book, my first threesome..”
“Sunghoon’s right about you.”
“He is not!” Shrieking too loud, you stumble forward, forehead banging into the window drawing attention your way. “Ah, shit shit shit! God I’m such an idiot! There’s no way he didn’t see me!”
“Oh my God no way you’re still snooping on him, you’ve literally had his cum inside of you!”
“Ugh! Shu—“
The doorbell ringing cuts you off before you can tell your best friend to shut it, perking up in fear as you scooch to look out of the window again and find no trace of your neighbor. “I gotta go!”
From the top of the staircase you can see a full head of blond thick hair moving through the window above the door, cursing under your breath as you make your way down and smooth out your clothes. “What’re you doing here!” You shout abruptly, biting down on your tongue surprising yourself. “I mean..”
Sunghoon’s gaze widens, easing back with a smirk as he takes your appearance in and folds his arms. “Nice to see you too, angel face.”
“Ew. Don’t call me that.” You snap, crossing your arms and forcing yourself to look away.
“Sorry sorry, my bad.” He grins wider, leaning in close to press against the door frame and further invade your space. “You prefer.. good little slut? Dirty slut? Cock slut?”
“You’re soo—“
“Handsome?” Sunghoon says with lifted eyebrows, sharp canines on full display.
“Soo—“
“Sexy?”
“Sooo—-“
“Hot?”
“Soooo—“
“Exactly your type?”
“SO ANNOYING!”
He chuckles, nodding and smoothing his palms down his chest. “I like annoying you.”
That catches you off guard for a moment, stuck on the soft expression he watches you with, cheek lightly dimpled as he takes in your face slowly. “If I stop annoying you.. you’ll forget about me.”
“You think I’d forget about you that easily?” You scoff, biting down on your lip and looking away nervously. “You’re too annoying to forget even without trying.”
“Is that why you’re avoiding me?”
Sunghoon frowns a little, vibrant pink bottom lip jutting out enough to make your heart thump faster, shuffling your feet together as you roll your eyes. “..I’m not avoiding you..”
“Watching me like a creep from your window doesn’t count.”
“Ugh! See! Is this what you came here to do?!? Piss me off!?!”
He laughs, reaching to flick under your chin. “Maybe I just miss arguing with you.”
“Ughhh… you really get on my last nerve..”
He hums, reaching into the pocket of his sweats. “You know, those books you like to read..”
“What abou— is that mine?!?” You shout, reaching for the folded up crushed book in his hold, breaking Sunghoon into a fit of laughter as you swat and paw at his chest to reach higher where he waves it around above your heads.
“You’re into some real freaky shit, huh?” Sunghoon says with a snarky grin, continuing to taunt you. “Could only get half way into this before I had to come see you.”
“You stole my package?! Again!”
“That’s besides the point, you know, if this is what you’re into..” he says smoothly, eyes lowering. “I could really help you out, you don’t need to read your silly fictional books and rub your thighs together alone.” Wrapping around your waist with his free arm, he tugs you in closer, lodging a thigh between yours in a similar position you’ve found yourself in with him before. “Should’ve known after last time what a slut my sweet innocent neighbor is, taking cock back to back like nothing.”
“Hoon, stop..” you whine, hanging your head as his hold tightens, drawing your core up his firm thigh. “You’re soo..”
“I’m so hard for you.” He whispers, forehead finding yours to push your head back and keep your gaze on him. “Can’t stop thinking about you, how pretty you sound when you moan full of cock, that dumb lost look that takes over your face.”
“You really annoy me..”
“I know baby, you annoy me too.” Sunghoon laughs breathily, inching in to gently kiss down the bridge of your nose, landing a few pecks on the tip. “Gave me the best fuck of my life only to ignore me after? If I didn’t know any better I’d be offended.”
“What makes you think—“ you struggle to speak clearly, pretending your hips aren’t circling down against his thigh. “—that you know anything.”
“I’m not as stupid as you think I am.” He says sure of himself, bringing the book down to press against your chest. “And you’re not some brainiac just ‘cause you read your nasty porn instead of watching it.”
“How dare you! That’s why you couldn’t even finish the book!”
“Or maybe,” flexing his arm, he works your hips up and down faster, thigh rutting against your sensitive nub. “I couldn’t stop thinking about how I could fuck you better than this stupid book. Wasting your time reading about some fictional jock when I’m right here.”
“Maybe I don’t want a round two of last time.”
“It won’t be like last time,” Sunghoon settles you down, pulling his thigh back. “Only us this time, just me and you.”
The reminder that another had participated last time pinches between your chest, shoving aside the messages you’ve ignored from Jay ever since. “Doesn’t sound like a good idea..”
“Pftt..” pushing you off, he sets the book in your hands. “Do it for the plot.”
Sunghoon winks, stepping backward with a shrug. “Come over tomorrow, we can workout together.”
Do it for the plot. You almost want to roll your eyes again, irritated as you clutch tightly at the book and strum your fingers across the bent pages.
“I’m serious about working out with me! Wear one of your cute little Lulu sets or whatever you’re okay with getting real sweaty in.”
Sunghoon calls out, breaking your focus to watch him make it back across the street, never tearing his gaze off of you
“No thanks.” You mutter quietly, waving him off.
“Aw come on! You’re not scared of getting a little sweaty, are you?” He pauses by a set of dumbbells, lifting two heavy pairs up with ease as he works his arms into a curl and purposefully flexes his biceps with a shit- eating grin. “You didn’t seem to mind it last time! Or maybe—you don’t care about making a mess with my cock filling you up!”
“Sunghoon!!”
His deep laugh echoes across the empty street, licking over his bottom lip with a cocked well groomed eyebrow. “One workout with me will have you real nice and sweaty, make sure you drink enough water tonight. I’m really gonna put you through it.”
“Ugh.”
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The worst thing about all of this is that you listened. Waking up early to thoroughly shower and fix your hair into a messy half ponytail after spending another hour lathering your cleansed skin with oils and lotions to smell extra good. Not because of him or anything like that..
How the fuck did Sunghoon know about your cute little Lulu sets anyway?
Because he’s annoying, you tell yourself. All big and blond with that charming smile and sleek gaze, his deep laugh and the small smiles he shares with you through your window. He’s so so so annoying.
Annoying enough to have you anxiously walking across the street once you spot the garage door to his house has opened, cradling a large bottle of water to your chest like some sort of shield.
As if he can hear your presence without even having to look up from where he stands by the music player, he makes a sound to welcome you, continuing to scroll through his phone in search of a playlist.
“Why didn’t you invite Jay?” Standing with your hands on your hips, you ask with more attitude than intended. Glancing around the garage space quickly, reminded of your last time here.
Sunghoon hums, shoulders lightly bouncing. “He’s been busy, working a lot.”
It’s not the full truth, but it’s not a lie either.
“Working? Let me guess, personal trainer?”
“I like that one.”
“What?”
“That pink set,” he adds, slowly turning to peer over his shoulder and eye you from head to toe. “Color looks nice on you.”
“How do you—“
“I used to go to the same gym as you. You probably don’t remember.. I was smaller back then.” Sunghoon turns, playing a song that comes out too soft for what you had expected. “You didn’t pay much attention to me until last summer.”
“That’s not true, I just—“
“It’s okay,” approaching you, he hands you a small towel. “Now I know what you’re into.”
“I’m not into cocky assholes that are full of themselves.”
He shrugs, stepping back to gather up the material of his shirt, head tilted down as his gaze lifts back to yours. “Is that because you’d prefer to be full of me?” He pulls it up higher, slowly unveiling traces of silky smooth creamy skin. Stomach muscles contracting and flexing the more he reveals, making it impossible to not imagine how much the tight planes of his abdomen would fold and convulse as he twitches and writhes under your working hips.
“What are you doing?” You breathe, sounding like you’ve already started this workout.
“Hate wearing clothes when I sweat,” tossing the rest off, he stands up straight, shoulders rolling back fully displaying how broad and thick he’s gotten from relentlessly chugging down protein shakes and building up his stamina this summer. “I’m sure you understand.”
“You should..” thickly swallowing, your head shakes, taking a step back. “Put it back on.”
“Can’t concentrate? Does my body bother you that much?” Sunghoon’s cheeks dimple, moving closer to reach for a dumbbell behind you. “You like to start with cardio from what I remember, why don’t you get a run in, ease your mind.”
“So annoying.”
“Don’t act like you don’t enjoy the view.”
“Listen! No funny business alright?! I’m here to exercise.” Scowling, you direct an accusatory finger at him. “You have a nice gym set up, that's all, and I’ve really been inactive this summer.”
“Oh, I’ve noticed.” Sunghoon raises an eyebrow, beginning to stretch his shoulders. “Haven’t seen you this single in years.”
“That’s not what I meant, jerk.” Rolling your eyes, you move to the elliptical, popping wireless headphones into your ears to distract yourself. Why does he have to workout shirtless anyway? It’s not that hot in here, yet.
Except it’s nearing the end of August, and the sun has begun to fully set, and the pace of your breath has started rising rapidly.
“Slow down, you’re going to burn yourself out too fast. It’s not a race.” Sunghoon appears, tapping your shoulder and nearly blindsiding you. Caught off guard you stumble and grip at the machine's handles, losing your balance and falling to the side directly into his bulky arms.
“Ugh, let go!” You shriek, squirming in his hold with your foot caught between the pedals. “My ankle!”
“Hey hey, calm down.” Snickering, he eases you down and reaches around for your thigh, gently freeing your foot. “Drama queen.”
“Who sneaks up on someone like that! I had music playing, and you’re all sweaty!” You start to reprimand, hands flailing. “And you just came out of nowhere! All big and scary! And who the hell taught you manners because—“
Sunghoon cups your jaw, swooping in to crash your lips together and swallow the weak short breaths you’ve been panting out between your rant. Taking full control, he moves closer until your hips land flush together, tongue swiping across the seam of your lips.
“Can’t stand when you get all riled up like that..” he whispers, littering pecks along your upper lip. “Makes me wanna throw you down and fuck you until you’re screaming my name..”
“Hoon, don’t—“
“Shh, we both know why you’re really here.” Setting a few more firm kisses, he reaches for your waist, large palms splayed along your sides to squeeze around and tickle his fingers toward the middle of your back. “Be thankful I didn’t shut you up by stuffing my dick down your throat.”
“You’re sooo!”
“I know baby, I’m annoying.”
“You get on my nerves so bad..” whining, you swat at his chest, eyes falling shut as you allow yourself to relax and glide over his smooth firm built pecs. “Iwantyousobad.”
Sunghoon sighs, half chuckling under his breath. “Yeah? That’s why you’re always watching me from your bedroom window.” Clicking his tongue, he nips at your bottom lip, licking up your Cupid’s bow. “Told you, this is mine now.”
Sliding down your lower back, he grabs under your buttcheek, pulling to part your thighs and snake his other hand between from behind, large palm cupping your core.
“Yeah?” You pant, already feeling breathless after working out and now with the heat radiating off his skin. “You gonna fuck me?”
“Fuck you exactly how you want,” Sunghoon says low and calm, sneaking his thigh between yours to stimulate your clit. “I know you want it rough, begging to get fucked hard. That’s how you want it? Want me to fuck you like nothing but a hole to get me off.”
“Anything,” huffing, you grip onto his shoulders, sweaty palms struggling to clasp, forced to claw your nails over his back. “Want anything from you, wanna take it rough from you.”
“Show me, how bad do you want it?” That same cocky twang you’ve become accustomed to drawls out, wrapped around the question. The hand kneading your bottom releasing only to land a rapid succession of firm smacks down on your ass, forcing you to jump forward and rut against his thigh faster. “Can you cum like this? I know you can baby, show me.”
“Like this?” You ask dumbly, massaging over his shoulders with light pinches just to feel how solid and big he is. “I c-can’t..”
“You can you can,” Sunghoon chides, manhandling your hips up and down faster. “I know how you like touching me.”
“S-stop saying that, you’re so f-full of yourself.” Stammering, you grind down faster, building up a sweat as your heart begins to race and beat harder. “S’too hot in here.”
The kiss he traps your mouth in doesn’t help how suffocated you feel, head growing hot between your high endorphins and the sun pouring in through from the garage door. Arousal spikes the more your bundle of nerves rubs against your underwear, the material itchy and chafing the most sensitive part of your body uncomfortably with slick drenching through your pants.
“Yeah it’s hot, you’re hot.” Sunghoon says between heated kisses, licking and sucking on your lips until they swell and fill with blood; turning red and bruised with each harsh nip. “You’re so hot.”
Catching you by surprise, he grunts and scoops around your thighs, lifting his knee up higher to get your feet off the ground. Each muscle lining his chest and biceps ripples under your hands, further cementing just how right he is.
You do like touching him, you love watching your fingers struggle to circle around his thick arms, love to drool over the veins pulsing over the round muscle jutting out.
“Fuck fuck, I’m close.” Squeezing your eyes shut, you wrap around his shoulders, lapping the sweat off his neck. “Oh my God you taste so good,” you admit unashamed, pulling at the drenched hair lining the back of his head, digging your nails into his nape. “How can you possibly taste this good?”
Sunghoon lets out a gruff sound, positioning his foot on a bench to maneuver you up and down his thigh faster, slapping at the sides of your thighs roughly; lips pressed to your ear. “That’s it, that’s my good slut, make a mess for me baby.”
Each word runs through your chest like fire, rumbling down to the hot space between your thighs, hard tremors rolling throughout your limbs as climax hits. “So good.” He keeps muttering, mumbling praises about how good you feel against him, how sweet you sound when you cum.
“Fuck I-I’m—“ swallowing you smack at his chest, nipping at his neck. “Come on, f-fuck me now.”
Sunghoon groans, wrapping built arms around your thighs to adjust your legs over his hips, landing fierce strikes across your ass. “So demanding, so desperate for cock aren’t you?”
Stumbling toward the inside of the house, he stops a few times to calm your whining down with long kisses, stroking up your back and rutting his hips into yours. “Don’t be so damn greedy.”
“God, you can’t turn the air on in here?” You say between a gasp, hopping off him once you reach the end of the hallway; shuffling over your feet to keep your thighs clenched as you enter his bedroom.
“Air conditionings broken.” Sunghoon mutters, hauling you past the door to throw your body down onto his bed. “We’re already sweaty anyway.”
Before you can protest about how drenched and disgusting you feel, somehow more asphyxiated and hot indoors than you felt in the garage; he cuts your voice off, falling to his knees to free your limbs from your tight soaked through workout pants. “You smell so good like this anyway,” he says while licking up from your ankle to your knee, famished for a taste of your flesh like a starved animal. “Why would I let you waste all this by washing it off.”
“Stoppp.” Writhing up, you squirm, feeling your sticky back cling to his bedding. “I feel so gross.”
“Shh,” Sunghoon sucks at the skin lining your inner thigh, working kisses and licks up to the minuscule piece of cloth covering your core. “Nothing gross about you, not a damn thing.”
As if to put meaning behind his words, he dips lower, connecting pouty lips to your covered heat. Prodding the thin material with his tongue in search of your bundle of nerves and slit to tease at. The spit collected at the tip of his tongue soaks through, working lower to suck at the fabric that shapes over your dripping hole. “Fuck, you really get so wet for me. So wet just from feeling me up, running your hands all over my body, huh?”
Sunghoon spits, probing his tongue against the material to sink into your entrance, a wet gush of arousal spurting out around your panties splashes against his cheeks and chin, groaning lowly as he sits up and lavs at his mouth. “Need to fuck you right now or I’m gonna cum inside my pants.”
Rushing to pull off your top, he slaps at your breasts, fast to manhandle you onto your stomach and draw your hips up landing a flat slap down between your thighs. “Gonna fuck you so good baby,” he promises, snapping the strings of your panties before tugging them off to take in your dripping wet cunt. “Nice and rough how you like it, what was that you begged for last time? Harder?”
The thought flashes behind your eyes, digging your face deeper into the bed as heat flushes over your cheeks. “P-please..”
Sucking saliva from around his tongue loudly, Sunghoon kneads and rolls the perky mounds of your ass between his grip, humming low and soft. “Please what? Tell me how you wanna get fucked, need to hear it pretty baby.”
“U-ugh,” cursing under your breath, you arch in deeper, letting shame wash down your frame. “Hard, please, hard… and deep, fuck me.. f-fuck me hard!”
Sunghoon can’t believe it when he locks eyes with you, face already ruined peering over your shoulder back at him, gaze covered by a glossy desperate need; lips bitten raw, coated with spit and what can only be drool pouring down your chin. “God baby, you’re soo..” he huffs, shoving his sweats off to kick aside, fisting around the base of his fully hardened length.
“Hoonie..” you whine wantonly, eyes fluttering as if to entice him. “In me, p-please.”
“So sexy,” he sighs dreamily, wondering how you could ever choose to read a book instead of walking across the street to sit on your rightful throne. Bending forward, he kisses your lower back, mumbling. “You know exactly what to say to get what you want from me.”
Standing back up he strokes down his cock, rubbing the head up and down between your thighs to smear around the wetness that’s made its way down to your knees. “One more time, say please for me one more time baby,” Sunghoon coaxes, continuing to tease by pressing his tip against your fluttering entrance, against your swollen clit.
“Please,” you squirm needily, sucking at spit that’s clogged up at the back of your throat. “Please Hoonie..”
Sunghoon groans approvingly, snapping forward with one deep thrust that fills you up nice and good, hardly struggling to push each inch in the more you leak around his size and glide the way. Tight heat envelops around him perfectly, grinding his hips to let you adjust for a minute before he loses his last shred of will power.
“So good at taking cock baby.” His voice comes out more gritty, raspy and deep, sending your spine into a deeper bowed arch. Pulling out to the tip, he slams back in, ripping a strangled wet moan from your throat, sweat trickling off his chest to your ass. “Listen to yourself.”
“Don’t stop, d-don’t stop, please d-don’t!” Balled fist rip at his bedding, bounced forward with each impactful land of his strong hips slapping against your backside.
“Shit.” Sunghoon sinks into the flesh covering your hips, nails cutting deep the harder he fucks you, mounting your bottom half as he raises onto his feet on the bed. Creaks and the sound of the headboard banging fills the room, left helpless under his powerful size to just take and take.
“Ahh—ah!” Each cry you let out sounds more filthy than the last, wet and garbled, drooling onto his bed making a mess of your tears, sweat, whimpers and moans Sunghoon won’t soon forget. The chant of your moans ring around him, head heavy and hazy; focused on his cock plunging in and out, in and out, ass bouncing with each rough thrust.
“G-gonna let me fuck you f-full?” He stammers, bending over to wrap his arms around your throat, hand sliding over the center. “Fill that s-sweet pussy full of cum?”
The shout you let out in response echoes around the room, the palm on your throat tightening, bicep curled up by your face as he gains speed and makes your hips fall loose. “Fuckfuck! Give it to me!” Screaming animalistically, you try to rut back, hips flattened to the bed by Sunghoon’s ramped speed slamming into you too fast. The clap of sweat drenched flesh meeting sweat drenched flesh emitting between your shared gasps for air, setting your brain off in a frenzy. “Cum, cum!”
Sunghoon knows you’re gone, shouting out anything and everything, clawing and slapping at his curled flexed bicep. “Fuck you so full, d-drip out of—your pretty tight hole.”
He’s lost to the pleasure, squeezing your neck harder, dipping two fingers into your parted mouth to turn your face enough to look at him. Flashes of catching you at your window pass through his mind, the intrigued gaze that watched him almost everyday; the smiles and nods you’d share while grabbing the mail.
He couldn’t have predicted you’d end up here on his bed, begging for his cock, begging for his touch. “So pretty for me.” He mumbles between wet pink lips, kissing the sweat off the side of your forehead. “Wanted you to be mine.”
All he wants to do is fuck you everyday now, fuck you until all you know is his cock and his alone, keep you on your hands and knees spread open just like this.
“Hoon!” Full out sobbing, you thrash mindlessly, too hot and pleasured to coherently speak. “I’m—I’m cumming! Baby, I’m cumming!”
Sunghoon’s eyes roll up, groping your neck firmly to pick up speed even faster. The delirious cries and moans you struggle to get out make his sack grow heavy, tightening up between his thighs as he aims deep and exerts extra strength to thrust past your orgasm. Teeth bared with his lips stretched back painfully the more you squeeze up around him and suck around his size.
“Yeah—“ choking on his next gust of air, he falls forward against your weakened frame, hips brutally snapping down uncontrollably. “Been so fucking g-good for me, h-haven’t you?”
Sunghoon can feel his stomach muscles tighten, twitching against your lower back the closer he reaches his end, skin on fire the more he sweats and overworks himself to fuck you the way you deserve. “F-feel so good, letting me break your pretty pussy open.”
“Sunghoon!” Kicking your feet, you squeal, climax hitting hard with each long sharp plunge of his length filling you up. “Please please baby, w-want it!”
The cry of your pretty voice screaming his name, fisting at his bed sheets, cheek buried to the bed with a mix of tears and sweat staining your face has him tensing up, muscles strained. “Ah, fuck!” Growling between clenched teeth he collapses flat against you, hips jerking with a few more deep thrust to bury deep inside, fuck his cum deep inside.
Sunghoon can feel his pleasure hit peak, lower back throbbing as he fills you full of seed and jerks against you. Everything goes fuzzy behind his eyes, head spinning down to the last spurt.
“Hoonie..”
“‘’Mmm sorry,” he sighs, pushing off from the bed to sit up and get a good look at your drenched back, soaked with sweat. “Did so good for me..”
Tapping your hip, he starts to pull out, grabbing a firm hold of your ass cheeks to spread you open and show off how his cum chases after his size, flowing out around the thick girth in creamy white globs. Leaving the tip in, he shakes your ass softly, grunting to himself to not shove right back in and fuck you all over again.
“Hoonie..”
“Ah, I know I know,” he laughs quietly, not knowing at all in actuality. Hissing as he completely empties from your gaped hole and watches the rest of his cum land on the bed. “Come here.”
“Ugh, sooo gross.”
Sunghoon ignores your complaints, cozying up to your front and smoothing your hair away from your face, eyes glazed over as he takes on your heated, exhausted and lost expression. “What did I say? Nothing about you is gross.”
“Ugh, this is gross.” You say shyly, hiding your face in his shoulder. “Stop looking at me like that.”
Chuckling, he wraps around your waist to hold you close, sweat drying on your skin with the smell of sex and fresh laundry detergent wrapped in the air. It’s hot and stuffy, making it too hard to relax even as your breath settles and your mind clears enough.
“Might be weird timing but, I feel bad..” you start to say, sitting up. “Not just because sweat and other fluids are dripping out of places I’ve never felt before.”
Sunghoon laughs raspily, sighing and rubbing over the layer of sweat still glistening on his stomach. “Wanna shower?”
“Yeah, but,” chewing your lip, you frown. “It’s Jay, I’ve been avoiding him too..”
“Ohh uhmmm,” Sunghoon sits up, abdomen clenching and flattening inward. “I’m sure he’s fine, like I said he’s been working a lot.”
“I should reply to him.”
“Ehh, don’t worry too much. I’m sure he’s just looking for a summer booty call.” He jokes, stiffly smiling as you glare at him and get up to find your bottoms. “Go start the shower, yeah? I’ll join you and help get all that sweat off of you.”
“I’m sureeee you will,” looping your arms around your waist you shift around awkwardly. “Bring me a clean towel?”
“Of course baby, I’ll get everything for you.”
It’s almost sickening how much you can feel your cheeks burn up, shaking your head as you exit and wonder if this is what doing it for the plot is all about. Booty call turned into a summer romance with the neighbor you’ve been drooling over for the past year..
Sunghoon watches you head down the hall into his bathroom, door left ajar. The sound of water hitting tile floor has him shooting up to find your pants and grab your phone from the pocket, quickly unlocking the device to search your texts. “Told you already to leave her alone.”
Muttering to himself he scrolls through the messages Jay had sent.
Asking to hang out, different selfies from the pool, and the worst: confessing he wants to be more than just acquaintances, if you’re willing to give him a chance.
Sighing to himself, he digs through sweaty tendrils of hair, opening his friends' contact and staring at the option to block his number.
“You left me no choice here dude..”
Sunghoon can feel guilt roll up his spine, spearing away the thoughts that race across his mind about what a dick move this is.
But he really likes you, and all's fair in love and war. Or whatever the hell that book of yours he was reading said.
“Hoon??”
“Shit.” Slamming down on the block button, he tucks your phone away and kicks your pants aside, rushing from his room to grab towels and a new bar of soap for you.
“Coming!” Sunghoon pants, leaning against the bathroom door with a huge smile as he takes in your wet figure turning to face him from the shower, steam already starting to float around you.
“Get in here, I can’t reach my back.” You say flirtatiously, adding a small wink.
Joining you in the shower, he wraps around your front and kisses between your eyebrows.
Btw if I say things like “by god” or “good lord” in posts please be aware I don’t mean it in a catholic way I mean it in a 1950s scientist reacting in horror after they create an evil creature in the lab set in the distant future year of 2005
Jay was a simple man with simple taste. he knew what he like and he knew what he didn't like. he liked his women relatively mature and he liked them obedient. he liked being in control like he always was at work. he didn't like women who were overly confident and he didn't like you.
no he had different feelings for you. you bring him confusion and inner turmoil. he wasn't supposed to like you. you were a social media personality that was exactly the opposite of his type. he was a big shot CEO and a relatively serious man. you were in two different worlds yet he yearns for any essence of your touch and taste.
he didn't know what came over him. you could say he was particularly needy that night. this one move could've damaged his golden reputation bug yet he still took the chance to message you on your social media.
'would you be willing to sell me your used underwear my dear?'
Ok this is my first time sharing hard thoughts on tumblr so here it goes (if its bad pls tell me)
I imagine Jake (Enhypen) being a ASMR artist for 18+/nsfw audios. When y/n comes across his platform she listens to the audio's and gets off listening to him (if ykyk). Later on y/n pays for a private video call with Jake and when they are on call they end up getting off together. It starts off so innocent until it becomes hot and spicy.
oh dear god anon
imagine Jake posting whimper audios and moaning out your name and sending it to you after he edited it out to post the rest on his account because he recorded himself while getting off to you.
the two of you met on discord and became good friends online but never knew of each other's faces and you found his nsfw Twitter account by chance and when you confronted him about it he just teased you and eventually lead to mutual masturbation thru call.
it was going good for the both of you until you got partnered up with your school's star football player and noticed that his voice was oddly familiar...
Sub Jake, Dom reader, Mommy kink, bathroom sex, degrading Jake, idk what else are the tags
Jake was in disarray; all of a sudden the perfect person appeared in front of his eyes all ready for the taking, someone who he'd happily set aside his player tendencies from. And as quick as you appeared in his life, you left just as fast. Days of messaging you on bumble, insta and telegram, all being left at seen, then all just being delivered. He knows you haven't blocked him and yet you choose to ignore his relentless messages.
It was all going so smooth, you guys were seeing each other for casual sex and the moments after when he hung out in your apartment made him think that there was a connection more than sex. Those longing looks, those shared blankets, those intimate touches by your kitchen counter, those stupid moments before you kicked him out.
Did they mean nothing to you?
----
A week passed and Jake started to finally entertain the thought that maybe you weren't gonna come back to him. So he finally said yes when his friends Chan's invitation to go clubbing.
"dude, she's ghosted you for a week already. she's not gonna just appe---- wait isn't that her?"
Chan was almost worried Jake broke his neck just to check if you were really there. And low and behold, you were. Just as beautiful as the day you left...a week ago or so.
A black and red halter dress, hair and makeup all done, everything was perfect about your look for the night. It's like it was ripped right out of Jake's wettest dreams. The thing that pulled him out of his fantasies however was that you were dancing with some random tall and masculine looking chick.
He felt defeated, then he remembered "who gives a fuck, I'll just act drunk"
And so before Chan can stop his younger friend, Jake went waddling over to try and steal you from the chick that could most likely beat him up.
"mind if I steal you for a moment sweetheart?"
"and if I say no?"
"please mommy, I miss you so much"
"sit"
And Jake was sat right on the closed toilet while staring at your towering pressence. Awaiting patiently for whatever you'd give him, your attention was enough as is.
"what gave you the idea that you could grind your pathetic little dick on my ass when mommy was busy?" you were leaning on the wall in front of the toilet and slowly traced the tip of your red bottom heels on Jake's legs. Slowly ridding it up until it was pressed up on his visible hard on and slowly adding pressure while simultaneously giving Jake a wonderful view of you wearing his favorites pair of panties. It was a sight worth dying for.
All he could do was whimper at the sight and your actions almost making him finish. He hadn't touched himself since you left. "answer me, slut."
"I-i'm sorry mommy--! I miss you so much. p-please come back to me. I-i'll b-be so good for you. Just use me. P-please come back! I-i---"
You cut him off by a kiss and swallowing his moans, sitting on his lap to get comfortable for your next actions.
"if you don't make a sound, I'll make you my only slut. ok?"
All he could do was desperately nod as you already started unzipping his pants and taking out his aching dick. Even the sight of you spitting on your hand as if there wasn't enough pre-cum coming out of him to help you out made him even more turned on.
You started you pace slowly and teasing his tip as you nibbled on his Adam's apple. Jake's plump lips was most definitely bleeding from how hard he was bitting down to quiet himself. "Did you bring your car baby?"
a nod was all you got as a reply and you continued to fasten you pace and then stopping. "Good, let's continue this there. But first, let me take care of my poor little slut"
You knew him so well, all you had to do was go back to teasing his tip and he was all over your hand and whimpering ever so quietly.
he was hard almost instantly again when he saw you taste him from your hand and kissed him to make him taste his own cum. "open and swallow for me baby."
"good boy, now let's say good bye to your friend and you can taste mommy in the car ok?"
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after a couple days of talking on bumble he asks for your Snapchat and the first thing he sends is a video of him pleasuring himself while uttering your name. of course you two immediately face time and he'a pleasantly surprised by the view of you getting off from his video.
after that, he asks you out to a "proper" date however, being the fuck boy that he is he couldn't even keep his hand to himself on the drive there.
the view of Jake with a hand in between your thighs while another one on the steering wheel made you almost lose it so you told him to go to another date spot. a motel near by.
and after your little motel date, you two set up an arrangement. you two got along as friends and you both don't like the idea of commitment. it was all smooth sailing until you took a look at his insta and saw his mutuals looked like an all girls school attendance list. he was a fuck boy yeah you knew that from the start and you had no rights to be jealous considering your insta mutuals all consisted of failed talking stages. but you got turned off by his whore ways and accidentally ghosted him.
not knowing the poor man was starting to catch feelings.
a/n: ok this is really bad but it was almost 100% based on my own experience 😭 this is really just my excuse to rant about my fubu
ALSO PLEASE SEND ME HARD THOUGHTS IF YOU HAVE ANY. i really want more interactions with other people on Tumblr 😔🙏
gamer!roomate!(pervy) heeseung that basically acts as a house husband for his roommate with an office job. He pauses his streams just to great you from work because he knows you're exhausted.
when you first started living together he was just starting to gain a following from streaming video games and you'd just started a new job. everything was fresh and you guys were getting to know each other with heeseung developing a slight crush on you.
always seeing you in corporate and "boring" attire but getting surprised when he offered to do your laundry and only saw sets of the skimpiest lingerie he could imagine. immediately getting hard at the idea you always wear these beneath your blouse and pencil skirt. snatching a freshly used navy blue thong for safe keeping.
now whenever you leave for work his head immediately thinks about what set you were wearing which lead him to snoop around in your underwear drawer. hard as a rock when he noticed that there were only a few that would be considered "normal" underwear. the poor boy almost lost it when he opened the second drawer and saw what could only be described as an insight to your darkest fantasies.
it got to the point where he almost forgot to stream for the day.
all oblivious to the fact that you always had a hidden camera in your room and saw the way your roommate touched himself in your room whilst calling out your name.
after a couple days of talking on bumble he asks for your Snapchat and the first thing he sends is a video of him pleasuring himself while uttering your name. of course you two immediately face time and he'a pleasantly surprised by the view of you getting off from his video.
after that, he asks you out to a "proper" date however, being the fuck boy that he is he couldn't even keep his hand to himself on the drive there.
the view of Jake with a hand in between your thighs while another one on the steering wheel made you almost lose it so you told him to go to another date spot. a motel near by.
and after your little motel date, you two set up an arrangement. you two got along as friends and you both don't like the idea of commitment. it was all smooth sailing until you took a look at his insta and saw his mutuals looked like an all girls school attendance list. he was a fuck boy yeah you knew that from the start and you had no rights to be jealous considering your insta mutuals all consisted of failed talking stages. but you got turned off by his whore ways and accidentally ghosted him.
not knowing the poor man was starting to catch feelings.
a/n: ok this is really bad but it was almost 100% based on my own experience 😭 this is really just my excuse to rant about my fubu
ALSO PLEASE SEND ME HARD THOUGHTS IF YOU HAVE ANY. i really want more interactions with other people on Tumblr 😔🙏
gamer!roomate!(pervy) heeseung that basically acts as a house husband for his roommate with an office job. He pauses his streams just to great you from work because he knows you're exhausted.
when you first started living together he was just starting to gain a following from streaming video games and you'd just started a new job. everything was fresh and you guys were getting to know each other with heeseung developing a slight crush on you.
always seeing you in corporate and "boring" attire but getting surprised when he offered to do your laundry and only saw sets of the skimpiest lingerie he could imagine. immediately getting hard at the idea you always wear these beneath your blouse and pencil skirt. snatching a freshly used navy blue thong for safe keeping.
now whenever you leave for work his head immediately thinks about what set you were wearing which lead him to snoop around in your underwear drawer. hard as a rock when he noticed that there were only a few that would be considered "normal" underwear. the poor boy almost lost it when he opened the second drawer and saw what could only be described as an insight to your darkest fantasies.
it got to the point where he almost forgot to stream for the day.
all oblivious to the fact that you always had a hidden camera in your room and saw the way your roommate touched himself in your room whilst calling out your name.
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omg can u do a story thats like summer fling comes to ur school and interrupts what u had going on with ur current situationship something like that i saw a smau like this and a long fic with ur writing will really just be *chefs kiss*
GIVE UP ON ME
PAIRING ➩ heeseung x reader
SUMMARY ➩ you’re moved back to your hometown and finally moving on from your toxic 4 year long relationship with your highschool sweetheart heeseung when you get the email that the 5 year reunion is approaching
WC ➩ 8k
WARNINGS ➩ mentions of sex and death, extremely toxic relationship between yn and hee, not cheating but sorta shady, just a ton of angst
AUTHORS NOTE ➩ written at 5 am not proofread yadada same stuff as always! slightly strayed from what the request suggest but i like it so hope you do too
It wasn’t like you had necessarily planned to stay in your hometown post your eventual graduation.
In fact, like almost everybody else your age that you’d spoken to about it, you couldn’t wait to be old enough to get out of where you’d grown up. To leave behind the familiar neighborhoods and the memories wrapped around every tree and building, you’d be in a new place as a new adult who could conquer the world.
You did eventually leave, following the crowd of students a few states over to the nearest large city and it wasn’t that you particularly didn’t like it, it wasn’t all too bad.
But it only took two years of constant bustling city life, your office job that stretched you past your limit and didn’t pay you nearly enough, and the overly expensive fees and bills for your apartment that was basically a walk in closest, before you were calling it quits and moving back to what was familiar.
Your parents had been delighted that you’d returned, living with them for about a year before you turned 24 and your ego couldn’t handle it. You longed for that feeling of freedom and maturity you’d found by having your own apartment and soon enough you were finding a place not too far from where you’d grown up.
As it turns out, you weren’t the only person who had either stayed or moved back home either. Knowing at least two dozen friends or classmates who were now adults and working throughout your city.
This comforted you for a number of reasons. It was nice to see their faces and have people you were familiar with but you also couldn’t help feeling disappointed in your self when you made the decision to come home, slightly embarrassed you couldn’t handle the demanding life of the big city like you’d wanted to. So seeing others in a similar boat helped you understand you weren’t apart of the minority here.
Currently you were sat with one of these old classmates inside a half flower shop half cafe, watching him race around as he tried to fulfill online orders.
“Technology is going to be the downfall of small business.” Sunghoon was complaining for about the sixth time since you’d gotten there, shaking his head and groaning when his long blond hair fell in his face again.
“Soon you’re going to need a hairnet if you keep that up.” You were commenting from your table, back leaned against the wall as you played with your empty coffee cup.
Sunghoon and you hadn’t been friends in high school, almost the opposite actually. You frequently had relationship drama with one of his best friends and he was a jock on the football team who was far too concerned with girls he could actually hook up with to ever acknowledge you as a human being.
It was a pleasant, although confusing, surprise when you’d stumbled upon a new adorable little shop while going to the grocery store and walked in to see Park Sunghoon himself, in a little pink apron and he greeted customers enthusiastically.
His face had dropped when he’d saw you, faltering slightly like he was embarrassed before you smiled and casually asked him what the best drink on the menu is.
Thus a friendship finally bloomed between the two of you and you spent almost every break sat in this exact place, even coming on your off days to help him maintain orders and the plants as he started to gain more and more traction.
“I could get a haircut if Jay could make some time for me.” He was scoffing and shaking his long hair again.
Almost on cue, the bell above the door was ringing and you glanced over to see Park Jay entering casually, looking over towards Sunghoon with a raised eyebrow when he just barely caught a whisper of the end of his sentence.
“Are you complaining about me being busy again?” Jay was sighing and approaching the counter after giving you a small wave in greeting. He didn’t need to tell Sunghoon his order, just passing him his card with the knowledge that he already knew.
Jay was here almost as frequently as you, maybe more so considering his salon was only two doors down in the small strip mall. He was also somebody you had known from high school although you didn’t really remember him much, your school being overly large and populated.
Sunghoon had told you once, the first day Jay had walked in at the same time as you and you commented on his familiarity, that they had run in the same circle back in school but Jay was absent from their parties or football activities a lot more often, hence why you most likely couldn’t exactly place his face to anything specific.
“Does he know me then?” You had asked him, muttering a small thanks when he passed you your ice coffee.
“Do you mean does he know that you used to hook up with our team captain after every practice?” Sunghoon was raising an eyebrow and taking the empty seat across from you. “Yeah Y/N, he knows.”
Sunghoon was referring to the exact reason you and him hadn’t been friends in high school.
Lee Heeseung was somebody you’d spent many years trying to rid yourself of, both thought wise and the terrible reputation you’d been given just by being seen in his vicinity more than a dozen times.
Heeseung had been the captain of the football team which, in true cliche high school form, had meant he basically ran the school in terms of power and popularity. He wasn’t exactly the worst person to have this position considering his personality, he was nice to almost everybody and hilarious without meaning to be, but he was still Lee Heeseung.
You’d known of him before anything ever happened between the two of you of course, growing up together considering neither one of you ever switched districts or moved to one of the rival schools.
Still you weren’t necessarily falling high on the popularity scale, sticking to your group of friends and never bothering to join any extracurriculars that took up your precious after school time.
So it was particularly confusing that he had noticed you, and noticed was a small word for it.
Your friends had forced you along to the first game of the season despite your complaints, not caring for sports especially ones that required you to sit in a cold metal bench while freezing your ass off. Still, you subjected to their pleads and demands and found yourself begrudgingly entering the football fields gated concession area.
Almost immediately you’d been stopped by a boy, taking a second of scanning him to realize who it was underneath all that gear and face paint. Lee Heeseung was removing his helmet and shaking his messy hair to give it back some volume, offering you a toothy smile as you raised an eyebrow in confusion.
“Cheerleader section is over there.” Had been the first words out of his mouth and judging by the gleam in his big eyes, he had figured that to be a pretty good pick up line.
He has faltered slightly in his confidence however when you glanced down at your sweatpants and large sweater, looking back to meet his eyes with an unimpressed stare as you leaned back slightly.
“Do I look like I’m here to cheerlead?” You mumbled, although you’d realized he was trying to sweet talk you, you still didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of an awkward laugh or you thanking him.
Your friends had come back from getting their hot dogs and drinks then, not realizing who exactly you were speaking to before they were grabbing your arms and excitedly making their way over to pick a good seat in the bleachers, leaving you to spare Heeseung a look over your shoulder and shrug when you saw him standing dumbfounded.
You hadn’t thought much about it while waiting for the game to officially start, knowing it was probably a one off encounter. Heeseung had a known habit of flirting with everything and anyone that moved, all genders included, and you didn’t think it was something you needed to care about for more than 20 minutes.
He was quickly proving you wrong however once the starting whistle was ringing out and he was immediately finding you in the stands. Every time he made a successful pass or scoring a touchdown, he was looking towards you in the crowd and shooting you a smile or a thumbs up.
It took about an hour for your friends to realize who he was looking at and you spent the rest of the game listening to their squeaks of excitement as they shook your shoulders, paired with the glared of jealously others were giving you once they also caught on to who it was that had caught their football captains attention.
Despite your best attempts to keep rejecting him, Heeseung’s efforts to woo you got more and more intense and eventually you were playing into them in return.
This lead you into four years of near disaster, entering a rocky relationship, if you could ever call it that, that was mainly you breaking up every few days followed by makeup sex that you never told anybody about. It wasn’t necessarily a secret considering everybody knew about your situationship but neither one of you would ever confirm it, brushing off questions or assumptions.
You never dated officially but everybody knew you were together, although this never stopped girls and guys from trying to get with Heeseung. As far as you knew he never took the bait, remaining faithful to you and your arrangement although he had no reason to ever honor this silent code of monogamy.
You imagine the football team had gotten the most inside scoop out of the rest of the school, often seeing you and Heeseung arguing in the parking lot after practice or you walking away with tear filled eyes just to return a few days later kissing him and glued to his side with a bright smile.
Things were messy but you were happy to be around him during the good times, both of you at fault when things got rocky. He didn’t treat you bad necessarily, you just weren’t good for each other but too obsessed to ever let go or move on. That didn’t mean there wasn’t times where you’d sit in bed and wish it was over, hovering over the send button on the break up message you’d formulated just to delete it for the 100th time.
Then Heeseung was offered a sports scholarship to a university in America and things were over just like that.
It was a bit more complicated considering the nights you spent crying together, curled up on his twin mattress or the arguments you had that left him storming out and slamming doors. But regardless, it was the official end to your four years of trying to make it work.
“What are you thinking about so intensely?” Jay’s smooth voice was breaking you from your trip down memory lane as he took the seat next to you, watching you with a concerned frown. “Is it the reunion?”
“Am I the only one who thinks a five year reunion is a little bit overkill? Half of us are still the exact same.” Sunghoon was adding on from behind the counter and you sighed.
They were referring to the fact that earlier this week, school president Yang Jungwon had sent a mass email to all ex students announcing he was throwing a five year reunion party at your old school, right here in your hometown.
“Yeah Hoon, like anyone would’ve guessed you’d become Mr. Flower Boy.” Jay was shaking his head and turning back to look at you with that same expression. “I really doubt he’s going to be there. He’s a super busy guy these days.”
“Why would she care if he’s going or not?” Sunghoon was chiming in again before you could and you sighed in irritation.
“She can speak you know.” You gave him a warning glance and he mimicked zipping up his lips, smiling when you laughed at the way he threw away the key after. “But I don’t care, he’s right. It’s been five years since I’ve seen him and plus I’ve moved on now.”
“So it’s safe to say you’ll be taking your loser as your plus one? Sorry Jay.” Sunghoon was kissing his teeth as he finished the last part and you rolled your eyes.
He liked to tease Jay about having a secret crush on you all these years although the other boy strictly denied it every time it was brought up, getting the same nasty scowl on his face that he had right now.
“Jiung isn’t a loser.” You attempted to defend your coworker who you had been going on casual dates with for a few months now but your voice was weak and you winced slightly. “At least he’s nice.”
“You might as well call him a loser. No guy likes to be called nice.” Sunghoon remarked.
He was joining you at the third seat of the table then and you sighed softly knowing he was right, guilt rising up in your chest considering you were having second thoughts about taking him as your date to the reunion. You glanced at Jay who was already watching you with a soft expression.
“Well I think nice is good.”
——
It was only about two weeks later that the reunion was approaching and you felt sick to your stomach as you sat in your car, your schools logo shining a bright light into the dark parking lot and causing you to groan as you rested your forehead against your steering wheel.
Your phone was lighting up with a text message, letting you know that Sunghoon and Jay were waiting for you near the entrance so you could walk in together.
You took a deep breath before giving yourself a small pep talk, finally getting out of the car and adjusting your dress before meeting them underneath the archway. It was strange to see them in such a familiar place but looking so different and meaning a lot more to you now. They seemed to be feeling the same thing as they watched you with nostalgic looks.
“Well if it isn’t Y/N L/N.” Sunghoon was chiming and meeting you half way, throwing an arm over your shoulders and leading you towards the entrance doors. Jay followed quietly behind, watching the two of you with a half smile. “So whats your first period?”
“Wrestling if you don’t take your arm off me.” You groaned and pushed him away from you, not needing rumors to start before you’d even entered the building. Jiung would be arriving after his shift ended and you didn’t need to be seen with multiple men by your old judge classmates.
As much as you didn’t want to attend you couldn’t deny how beautiful the gym looked. Jungwon had done an amazing job of decorating it and making the space feel less like early PE and more like a grand ball, an upgraded version of the homecomings he had thrown back then.
You made a mental note to find him and compliment his interior design skills before following your friends over to the drinks and snacks.
Your skin was still buzzing with anxiety at the thought of seeing people you once knew, one in particular, but you reminded yourself he most likely wouldn’t come. If he did it would be okay regardless, you’d moved on and it had been almost half a decade since you’d seen his handsome face.
Which is why it was almost too intense of a shock wave that hit you when you spun around with your drink in hand and were immediately face to face with the same boy you’d been praying you didn’t run into tonight.
Heeseung was already watching you from a few feet away, having recognized the back of your head despite being confused considering the two boys you were hanging out with, his old friends who he never once thought you’d encountered. But when you turned to the side to laugh at something Sunghoon said as he poured your drink, he was certain it was you and his feet instinctively started to move in your direction.
You were both frozen as you looked at each other with wide eyes, not saying anything as you took in the others appearance and presence.
Heeseung looked the same but different somehow. His eyes were the first thing you noticed, still overwhelmingly round and beautiful but calmer now. He was lacking his boyish spark that always made him seem like he was one burst of energy from absolutely exploding.
Physically he was larger although he’d always carried lean muscle from playing multiple sports. While then he had relied on speed and being agile, now he seemed stronger and more sturdy judging by the way his button up stretched slightly over his chest. You felt uncomfortable as he looked at you, knowing he was probably making similar judgements about you and you nudged Sunghoon with your elbow to get his attention.
“Whats wrong sweet?” He was spinning around to address you kindly but faltering when he followed your frozen gaze and saw his old friend standing a few feet away. “Oh dude, what’s up Heeseung?”
Sunghoon’s voice was excited as he addressed him but you watched the way the older boys jaw clenched at the use of the nickname towards you, shifting on his feet and not even sparing his high school friend a glance as he gave you a knowing look. You recognized the signs of jealously and annoyance on his face and you sighed softly as you realized he hadn’t changed as much as you thought.
He finally turned to address Sunghoon as they exchanged bro like high-fives and a side hug before he was leaning back again to glance between the two of you.
“So you two…?” He trailed off but you knew what he was implying as he pointed a finger back and fourth a few times.
You tried not to think about how different his voice sounded or the way his half smirk he was offering the two of you didn’t match his gentle face, heart in your throat as the previous image of him youd held so dearly the last five years disappeared and molded into this new version of him in front of you.
“Oh no man, no way.” Sunghoon was laughing once he realized, not catching onto the fact the other boy was clearly irritated and you were growing more uncomfortable by the second. He glanced over at you and your other friend beside you and you immediately knew what he was going to say judging by the mischievous look in his eye. “She’s with Jay.”
All three of you froze in shock, although you had expected him to say it it still didn’t make the impact any less heavy. It fell completely silent as you waited for Sunghoon to break the joke and laugh, tell Heeseung he was only kidding so you could finally say your goodbyes and leave the awkward situation behind. He didn’t however, watching you to wait and see what you would say.
“What a surprise.” Heeseung’s cold voice was filtering in instead and you felt Jay stiffen from beside you. “So you finally grew a pair? Only took you a decade I guess.”
Now Sunghoon was freezing alongside the rest of you and his mouth parted softly, despite being the one who constantly teased your friend and brought it up, even he was thrown off by how mean the comment Heeseung had made was.
You felt sick to your stomach once you processed what he was saying, implying both that Sunghoon hadn’t been joking when he talked about the other boys crush on you and also the fact he had seemingly known about it since before you even got together freshman year. You were turning your head slightly to glance at Jay to see him still completely stiff, his face ghost white with bright red cheeks from his embarrassment.
“Jay?” You whispered and the sound of your voice seemed to break him from his trance, shooting you a panicked look before he was awkwardly placing his drink back down on the table and clumsily excusing himself.
He was gone before you could object and Sunghoon sighed before following him, patting you on the back and glaring at Heeseung as he went.
This left you alone with the boy and although he still looked as irritated as he did a few minutes ago, now there was confusion masking his features as well. You glared at him but didn’t say anything, just shaking your head before turning to try and follow your friends out of the auditorium.
However a hand on your arm was stopping you and you whipped around back towards the boy, yanking your arm away from him and trying to ignore the fact your skin lit up with a fire the second he had touched you. A flash of hurt passed by his face before it was hardening again and you scoffed.
“Don’t leave yet.” He was rushing out and for a second he sounded like he had last time you’d seen him, a hint of desperation in his voice. “We haven’t even talked.”
“Why would we need to talk?” You practically hissed at him although you weren’t sure why. His comment had been mean but he didn’t know any better, obviously not realizing the stupid joke and just retorting in the way a childish ex boyfriend would.
Heeseung faltered at your tone and he finally let some expression show, a confused and hesitant look on his face as he glanced down to your feet and then back up to hold your glare. He shrugged and took a step away from you, letting you know you were able to go and follow the other boys.
You sighed at his reaction and made no move to leave, watching him for a second and trying to think about a way to handle this that would create the least amount of drama.
“Come with me to find Jay and then we can go somewhere and talk.” You were eventually saying and he was thinking for a moment before nodding and following you out of the gym.
The two of you walked in silence down the hallways and you couldn’t help but steal glances at him every few seconds, your mind having a hard time understanding the visual of adult Heeseung walking down the same floors he had last time you’d seen him. You figured he was doing something similar judging by the way you kept awkwardly meeting each others eyes and hurriedly looking away.
“How’d that happen anyways?” He was asking you once you pushed through the doors back outside and you looked at him in confusion. “You and those guys being friends.”
You smiled at the mention of them and shrugged softly, pulling your jacket up on your shoulders tighter once the cold night air nipped at your skin. “I imagine we could’ve been friends in high school too if I wasn’t so busy.”
He was laughing softly and turning to walk sideways so he could look at you more clearly, your heart picking up in speed when you looked at him to see that familiar smirk and cocky glint in his eyes that arrived at the mention of your activities in high school.
“Remind me what it was that had you so occupied back then.” He was asking but he already knew, just wanting to hear you say it and see your reaction.
You considered humoring him for half a second before deciding against it, rolling your eyes and looking away from his intense stare before you did something stupid.
He was taking a step closer to you then and you stopped walking, watching with saddened eyes as he took a few more, his hand coming up to hold your arm again although a lot more gentle this time around. Your stomach turned at the feeling of him touching you and you could’ve cried if you thought about it for too long.
“I missed you.” He was whispering suddenly and you hated that you could hear the sincerity in his voice, breaking around his words slightly as he softly squeezed your arm. “I really fucking missed you.”
You were turning your head downwards softly to try to stop yourself from tearing up and being an embarrassing ex, mouth opening and closing as you tried to think of something you could say to him that wouldn’t hurt either of your feelings.
You were swiftly interrupted by the sound of a car door closing a few parking spaces down and you took a step away from the boy just in case, his hand falling off your arm and dangling in mid air for a few seconds before he removed it. You glanced behind you towards the sound and your sick feeling got worse when you realized who it was that was approaching you.
“Y/N.” Jiung waved at you with a big smile and you tried to offer back a small one, wincing when he approached and wrapped an arm around your side. He was turning towards the other boy in greeting. “This must be one of your classmates.”
Heeseung had lost the gentle expression on his face again, eyes hard as they shot down to the hand sitting on your waist. He was looking back up at you with a raised eyebrow and you sighed softly when you noticed his jaw clenching again. Still he surprised you when he stuck a hand out towards your date, gripping the others firmly in a handshake before giving him a forced smile.
“Heeseung.” He offered his name and Jiung froze beside you.
“Oh…. this is Heeseung.” He glanced down at you and you bit the inside of your cheek awkwardly, nodding slowly as he pieced together who it was that was standing in front of him, finally putting a face to the name.
Heeseung on the other hand seemed pleased at the realization that you had talked about him, especially to this guy that was slowly loosening his hold around your body the longer he glared at him intensely. You felt a surge of annoyance that the boy still held a childish amount of possessiveness and jealously over you despite the fact you hadn’t had contact with him in years.
“This is Jiung my… friend.” You eventually introduced him, trying to lessen the awkward tension that was building to a suffocating amount.
Jiung faltered at the title you gave him but you weren’t lying necessarily, you’d been going on dates every since he asked you out at a company dinner but you hadn’t talked about it in detail or really moved towards anything serious.
This seemed to calm Heeseung down for a second before he was glancing at you, trying to decide what you considered a friend. He recalled you introducing him as that back in the day and he most definitely didn’t have you in a friendly way most of the time. You shot him a warning glare and he lost his intimidating expression immediately as he listened to you.
You ushered Jiung inside after that, telling Heeseung to go find Jay and apologize and ignoring him when he groaned and tried to follow on your heels like a lost puppy.
“What was that?” Jiung was whispering once you got inside and you looked at him with a raised eyebrow, not liking the harsh tone he suddenly had with you. “I’m your friend now?”
You stared at him in disbelief knowing he only cared because the person you had said it to. You’d called him your friend for months and vice versa but clearly his ego was wounded at the fact you’d said it to Heeseung. You were a bit sick of the amount of male ego floating around tonight and you were about ready to leave at this point.
“When have you ever been otherwise.” You spat back at him and he scoffed, uncharacteristically angry. He normally was quiet and pretty shy hence why Sunghoon had taken to calling him a loser, never to his face of course.
You figured the night wouldn’t be much fun but you didn’t expect to be sat at one of the tables in awkward silence with your coworker, your friends no where to be seen still. Your arms were crossed and you weren’t bothering to mask the annoyed look on your face as Jiung the as in a similar position, still throwing a hissy fit over the title you’d given him.
Jungwon had stopped by your table at one point, greeting you warmly despite being slightly awkward considering your date had completely ignored his arrival. You paid him no mind and enthusiastically told your old president what a good job he had done, citing that everybody seemed to be having a good time.
He smiled and thanked you despite clearly being able to tell you weren’t necessarily apart of that, noticing you sitting with a frown on your face earlier.
The rest of the night carried on like that and then it was finally ending, masses of feet finding their way outside the school again. You walked past the groups of people saying goodbye to each other, not bothering to join in on the charade considering you weren’t in the best mood and definitely at risk of being accidentally rude to an old peer.
Jiung was following you silently and when you reached his car and stared at him he took a moment before speaking.
“I’m sorry if I ruined the night.” He was stating and you gave him a tired glance. “I don’t know why I acted like that… just seeing him and knowing how much he meant to you…”
“Well he doesn’t mean anything to me anymore.” You were cutting him off before he could finish, shaking your head and contemplating giving him a hug goodbye before deciding against it, offering a small wave instead as you turned to go and find where you had parked.
You took your time as you walked to the other side of the parking lot, watching Jiung’s car as it pulled off and feeling strangely sick again with overwhelming nostalgia.
It was that same feeling you had when you first moved back home and arrived in the local airport, the disappointing ride back home as it stormed like the sky could feel how saddened you felt. It didn’t go away for weeks, that heavy hole in your heart, especially as you adjusted to the places you would frequent with Heeseung, having to get used to not seeing him around every corner.
“So I don’t mean anything then?” His voice now was a stark reminder of that as he rounded his way through the cars closest to yours, clearly having listened in on your conversation a few minutes prior.
“Do you always spy on your old classmates conversations?” You were sighing and putting your keys back into your pocket, leaning against your car as you watched him.
He joined you, scanning your new vehicle first for a second before he was leaning onto it beside you and touching your shoulder to his. The car was slightly wet from the earlier drizzle but he didn’t complain as it sunk through his long sleeve shirt, sending him a cold chill that you could feel on your arm that was pressed against him.
“Is that what we are? Old classmates?” He was asking with a small laugh but it lacked any humor, his voice sounding slightly wounded like it had earlier.
“Let’s not do this.” You shook your head softly, the longing and desperation on his face making your heart beat almost painfully in your throat. “Please Heeseung.”
Lee Heeseung had always felt like a drug to you and he knew this more than anybody considering he felt the same way.
You remembered after you and him had first started to fool around with each other, you hadn’t thought too deeply about it. He was a known player and although he’d been around your life since you were young that didn’t make you exempt from his flirting and advances apparently like you had figured. He’d never paid you any attention before but you weren’t going to get your heartbroken by him.
Still, he was cute and you liked the way he smiled so naturally you didn’t decline once he continued to show interest in you. That’s all it was at first however, quick hookups in his car before practice or once or twice you went to his house on a free weekend to see him.
You never acknowledged each other in public, especially not at school, and you rarely talked outside of having sex and saying meaningless words. This was okay with you and you never expected anything else, almost preferring how easy and simple the arrangement was as of now.
Then one day after lunch, one of Heeseung’s more publicly known hookups was pouring her drink over your head. She’d barely gotten a few words out before she was being dragged away by teachers but you vaguely heard her screaming something about you being a slut as she cried and kicked. When you asked him about it the next weekend while getting dressed in his room, he casually told you he had broken stuff off with her because of you.
You’d stopped midway from putting your bra back on to look at him in bewilderment, him casually avoiding your glance despite the fact he was anxiously fidgeting with his fingers.
“Why the hell would you do that Hee?” You remember hissing at him and he raised his thin shoulders in a careless shrug.
“Maybe you’re just my favorite.” He was retorting with a small smirk, dodging out of the way when you chucked your shirt in his direction.
He had said it like it was a joke but that didn’t stop you from paying extra attention to his behavior from there on out. Heeseung was clearly obsessed with you and you would’ve been annoyed by his antics if you weren’t in the same boat, almost feeling sick every time you went more than a week without being able to see him.
You spent almost all of your free time together, even on the days where you had been “broken up”.
Your friends had been excited for you at first, being not only noticed by the most popular guy at school but also being the first girl he seemed to actually care about. Their excitement turned to worry the longer your toxic relationship went on and the more weekends you spent crying in bed after another nasty argument.
It was always stupid things you’d argue about, childish assumptions and major jealously issues on both sides. Heeseung didn’t like the way boys are parties looked at you and you hate the girls on the cheerleading team who called his name louder than they did the rest of the boys.
So you’d scream and you’d fight and you’d slam doors so hard the wood would crack but then less than a week later you’d be underneath him again, murmuring about how you can’t live without each other and you’d never love somebody as much as you loved him.
“What are we doing?” He was speaking again now regarding your warning for him to stop speaking the way he was. “We are just talking, there’s nothing wrong with that.”
“You know it’s never just talking with us.” You laughed a dry laugh and looked down at your feet, sadness ripping through you again at the reminder you weren’t stupid kids anymore.
You were older now and more mature, supposedly moved on, yet your heart still raced every time he smiled and your entire arm was on fire just from the feeling of his sleeve against your jacket. The pit in your stomach full of longing was screaming out at you to lean into him, to scratch that itch that never left and always begged you to pick up the phone and call him.
“I knew I missed you, I mean I think about you every day but….” He trailed off for a second and you looked over towards him, watching the side of his face as he took a deep breath. “I feel like this is the first time I’ve been able to breathe in 5 years.”
“We were terrible together.” You whispered back to him, trying to keep your sad tone lighthearted so he understood you were mostly joking.
You didn’t like that when he looked at you, you felt 18 again. His eyes were teary and you wanted to reach up and hold his cheek, wipe your thumb gently under his eye and whisper nice things to him until it cleared away.
You remembered the first time you’d ever seen Heeseung cry and you felt like your world had collapsed. He always was so strong and optimistic, calm in bad situations and cracking jokes when you were so frustrated you couldn’t find it in yourself to even laugh at him despite appreciating his ability to always make light of a situation.
So when he had shown up on your doorstep your junior year soaking wet from the rain and sobbing so hard he was leaning against your door for support, you felt like you had quite literally died.
You’d pulled him inside quickly and he wrapped you in a bone cracking hug, completely soaking your clothes although you didn’t mind or object in any way.
You hadn’t seen him for a few days considering you’d fought the previous weekend after a boy at a party had snaked his hand around your waist and squeezed slyly before Heeseung was ripping him off of you and nearly pummeling him into the ground, only stopping his attack when a few of his friends heard the yells and gasps and helped you pull him away from the boy.
After storming out of the party you scolded him for being so careless, only one year from graduation with a near perfect record that would help with scholarships.
“You think I give a fuck about any of that?” He had sneered at you under the streetlight and you remembered the way his voice echoed throughout the quiet street, his cheek red and swollen from the other guy getting a few good hits in.
“You should.” You had yelled back, hands coming up in confusion.
“All that matters to me is this.” He was approaching you swiftly but you didn’t flinch back, not even with the aggressiveness from earlier still floating through his eyes, knowing he’d never hurt you. “You are what matters to me, this is all I have.”
You’d told him he was crazy for saying things like that and tried to remind him how important football was and how he needed to get this scholarship, he needed these opportunities and you weren’t going to let him throw them away for you. This upset him and he’d called you a ride home before disappearing somewhere, now returning on your doorstep like a stray dog.
“What’s wrong?” You were gasping into his wet hair, a cold chill running through you considering just how soaked he was.
You shuffled the two of you over to the door so could close it, taking a peak outside briefly to see his car wasn’t in your driveway. He had either gotten a ride and stood outside for a while or he’d walked the two hours from his own house.
“Baby, what’s wrong? Tell me what happened?” You tried to pull back from the hug to look at his face but he was squeezing you tighter, a panicked cry slipping through his lips at the feeling of you even attempting to pull away from him.
You didn’t try again and you didn’t talk either, both of you sinking to the floor as he cried and shook in your arms. You were petting his hair softly and ignoring the small puddle that was building up around you on your floor.
Eventually once he calmed down he was able to tell you what happened. Heeseung’s grandma, who he lived with full time and was raised by, had passed away a day or two prior and he’d only gotten the news once he finally came home and found her gone.
It’d been a long time since that night now but as you looked at him now it’s all you could think about. You think, in a way, that’s when you fully realized how much you truly loved him. This wasn’t a high school fling or you both being unhealthy obsessed with each other to the point you thought you were in love, it was serious for you and the thought made your stomach hurt.
Not because you had any doubt he loved you too, that was never a concern of yours. Quite the opposite considering he was a lot more open in his care for you than you were towards him, instinctively keeping him at an arms length distance sometimes.
It made you feel so terrible because you knew how it would end before it even did, you knew he would do great like he always did and he’d be given opportunities that didn’t have room for you in them. He would get too busy or too full of himself and you’d be left on the back burner, then he’d move on and forget all about you.
Hearing him now express how terribly he’d missed you, equating it to years worth of suffocation, made your stomach turn for other reasons.
“We weren’t terrible we were just kids.” He was retorting and you watched him as he shifted closer to you against the car. He’d always been taller than you but he seemed especially large now, his face and voice more mature.
“I saw the way you looked at Jiung and Jay earlier.” You reminded him and shook your head in denial. “It’s the same, you would’ve beat him bloody if you could have.”
“Moment of weakness. I’m not like that anymore.” He was quick to reply, almost like he knew you were going to bring it up. You glanced at him again and he was already watching you curiously. “But I’d do it if I had to yeah, I’d do anything for you.”
You were pulling off the car so you could fully face him, standing in front of him and looking at him with an incredulous expression. He was directly going against his first statement that he had changed for the better and you felt frustrated that he wasn’t understanding your point of view.
“How can you say that to me?” You whispered to him and he winced at the pain in your tone, reaching a hand out to hold your arm softly and feeling relieved when you didn’t immediately swat him away. “It’s been a long time Heeseung, you’re just confused because you’re back here.”
“Don’t give me that bullshit.” He was shaking his head and scoffing, playing with your jacket sleeve and pinching it softly between his reddening fingers. “It hasn’t been a long time to me, I’m still here every day in my head. Every morning I’m still waking up beside you even when you’re not there.”
You knew it was probably stupid to lean forward towards him, everything in you telling you you’d regret it but you couldn’t help it as you listened to him talk.
You didn’t kiss him or anything, just simply leaned your body forward against his on the car so he could wrap his arms around your lower back and hold you tighter than he’d been holding your sleeve, but it was enough for him to know you were listening and attempting to hear him out.
He sucked in a breath now that you were pushed against him and for a second you thought he’d start to tear up again, a similar overwhelming feeling of relief and comfort washing through you at just the small act of being close to him again.
“So you miss me too?” He was whispering now that you were closer, looking down at you. You were close enough that if he leaned down your noses would touch but he didn’t, just watching you as you peered up at him.
“Of course I miss you.” You finally surrendered and told him part of the truth, not liking the way his eyes immediately lit up in happiness and the way it made your cheeks flush with warmth. “I miss you so bad it hurts sometimes.”
“Then come with me.” He was practically pleading and you felt his big hands squeezing against your back, pulling you against him tighter as he watched you with big earnest eyes. “Come with me and…. And I-I’ll do better, we can start over.”
You were crying now as he spoke so desperately and he immediately stopped talking once he realized, pulling you in fully for a hug and letting you cry into his chest like you had done for him all those years ago. You let your hands come up to rest flat on his back, feeling the way he took shuddering breaths and the fast beating of his heart.
There was no possible way you could give Heeseung what he wanted, you couldn’t leave with him and you knew there was no place for your love in the universe as much as you wished it was different.
You thought back to the last time you’d had a similar conversation to this, when you found out he’d been offered the scholarship of his dreams all the way in America.
“You can come with obviously, they’re giving me my own little dorm and everything.” He’d been so excited as he rambled and packed up his desk, not noticing the way you were silent and emotionless just behind him on his unmade bed.
When he had finally turned to look at you and see why you weren’t giving him any reactions, his face dropped seeing your teary eyes as you softly shook your head. You were still in your pajamas from the night before when everything was perfect and just the two of you laying in bed together watching Toy Story, now your heart felt like it was being ripped from your chest.
“Angel what’s wrong?” He was rushing back over to the bed and climbing on it, stopping right in front of you and holding your face gently as you started to cry. “No no no, don’t cry my sweet girl. What happened, tell me what happened?”
You didn’t need to voice the fact that you wouldn’t be going with him, giving him a heavy glance that only took him a few seconds to understand. There wasn’t much of a conversation after that despite his deep desire to beg you to change your mind, to reconsider. Heeseung wasn’t going to make you do something you didn’t want, even though getting on the plane without you changed him forever.
You were pulling back from the hug gently so he didn’t think you were mad at him, looking up at him and holding his face softly as you tried to think of what to say or do.
“I’ll show you.” He whispered before you could, nodding his head softly as his voice cracked from his own sob. He was biting his lip softly to stop from crying too hard and you stopped thinking he looked so different, only able to see the boy you knew before as you looked at him now. “Give me time and I’ll show you, I promise. Don’t give up on me.”
You were taking a deep breath as you watched him speak, slowly making up your mind and just simply wrestling with the knowledge that what you were about to say would change things for you drastically, change them for a long time to come.
suggestive and jay is with another girl, angst, alcohol consumption, idk if it counts as smut, no proofreading and it's 3am so yolo
Quiet
well quiet enough for a club, exactly how Jay likes it. the quiet that could only be provided in one of the club's VIP rooms but not quiet enough as he's still with his friends and his acquaintance for the night that he so humbly invited to join in on what seems like a gathering for nepotism babbies. it's a room where the only keys to entering are power and lust.
another lucky star was within his grasps that night, so full of hope that she won't be discarded after his drunken egotistical lust. a victim of the prime bachelor and a hopeless tramp that so desperately bats her eyelashes at him in Jay's eyes. another bottle of beer to clench his thirst for fine aged wine. this will do, it has to.
jay promptly finishes his whisky as he feels the touch of the woman getting to risky in front of his elite friends. he should harvest the seeds of his patience from her constant inappropriate touches. something only you could do properly, the way only your touch excites him.
so he takes her outside where she can proudly boast that she got a hold of the Jay Park. where she can where him like a trophy whilst onlookers silently feel bad for the naive forgettable girl. in her mind there was hope that maybe she'd be kept. that maybe, just maybe, she could be you.
nobody could be you.
fate was a cruel being, especially to Jay. There he saw you, in a revealing yet sophisticated emerald dress; drinking by the bar with your best friends. You were breathing, something straight out of his wet dreams and nightmares. Something that no longer belonged to him. And he knows that all to well when he sees the man he was supposed to be embrace your delicate waist in a casual yet possessive hold.
there he met the eyes of the man that from the beginning was always there by your side, and could give you the life he could never provide despite his wealth. the man he knew that's been waiting for him to fuck up in order to swoop you away and into his arms. but in the end, Jay knew that you were at least safe in Jake's arms.
a look was shared between the two men and a smirk grew on the winner of the night.
his rough hands descended near your rear and a playful look was only given in response. an act of encouragement and a sign for Jake to stop his teasing. And a big "fuck you" for the onlooking man by the staircase.
and so out of frustration, Jay guides the girl of whom's name he forgot to his sport car. He'd fuck the jealousy and regret once again. at this point he wasn't even in the mood to bring her back to his home. the parking lot will do for now.
the car was fogging up from the passion of his frustrations. his mind fogging up with the memories of you and your touch. you were once in her position, but now that may never happen again. but he couldn't blame you, after all he chose this. he chose to be someone that couldn't be tied down. he chose to be someone that only fucks around with a person once. and he chose to fuck another woman while having you in his life. and so he chose her tonight, because he forgot he'd chosen you.
and as the climax of his haze comes to an end, it was your name that he wept. as Jake's name was now yours to scream.
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