suga puffs

At least you remembered to take your makeup off this time. You glance toward your vanity, where several used makeup wipes are scattered across the surface like evidence of the night's poor decisions.

Your phone rings again. Squinting at the screen, you find a text from Serena.

SOS. Need my bff for a shopping trip :(

A groan escapes your lips as you let the phone fall back onto the bed. It was so like Serena to be fully functional after a night out. Meanwhile, simply sitting upright makes your stomach protest. God. You needed breakfast before you could even think about leaving the house.

Your phone buzzes again.

Plz?

And then again.

Matching Juicy sets on me?

That gets your attention. With a sigh, you pick up your phone and type out a response.

k. give me a few hrs

You slink out of bed, still slightly dizzy as you slide your feet into a pair of slippers. The trek to the kitchen feels longer than usual. You pass through your wing of the house, through the entertainment room, and down the grand staircase.

Halfway down, you nearly trip. Boxes. Dozens of them. They crowd the foyer below, stacked beside the staircase and spilling into the hallway.

"What gives?" you mutter to yourself. It must be another one of your mother's redecorating phases. She always seemed to come home inspired after visiting one of her friends' houses. Inspired, in this case, meaning replacing perfectly good furniture. You continue into the kitchen and find your parents already there.

Your father sits at the island with a coffee mug in hand, skimming through a newspaper. Your mother fusses over an elaborate flower arrangement at the breakfast table, snipping stems with alarming precision.

Your attention drifts to the third person in the room. A man stands on the opposite side of the island, carefully portioning salads into glass containers. His sleeves are rolled to his elbows, revealing toned forearms as he works with practiced efficiency.

He looks completely focused until he notices you. His eyes flick up. For a brief second, they meet yours. Then he immediately looks back down.

Interesting. Your parents had recently hired a personal chef for the birthday party preparations, but no one had mentioned he'd be young. Or tall. Or ridiculously attractive.

"Good morning!" you chirp.

His head snaps up again. "Oh—good morning." The response comes a little too fast. His cheeks redden slightly before he returns his attention to the containers in front of him. You catch him stealing another glance a moment later, only for him to look away again the second you notice. Cute.

"It's after three in the afternoon." Your mother's flat voice cuts through the moment.

You groan. "Whatever, it’s morning somewhere."

Your mother's eyes narrow. "Where's your robe?"

"What?"

She gestures vaguely in your direction. "Aren't you a little exposed?"

You glance down at yourself. Okay, maybe the pajamas were a little revealing. The thin-strapped tank top hugged your frame, and the tiny sleep shorts left very little to the imagination. Across the island, the chef suddenly becomes extremely interested in arranging containers. "Mom, these are my pajamas. I’m not wearing this out."

"We have people coming in and out of this house all week preparing for your father's birthday party," she replies. "You can pretend to be civilized for a few days."

"Ugh. You're no fun."

Your father chuckles into his coffee. "Hungry?"

Without waiting for an answer, he slides half of an untouched sandwich toward you. You cross over to kitchen island, taking the seat next to him. You immediately take a bite. You hadn’t realized how hungry you were. A satisfied sigh escapes you. "Oh my God."

"What?"

"This is incredible." You shake your head, going in for another bite.

Your father points toward the other side of the island. "You can thank Soobin." The chef glances up. You finally have a name to go with the face. "He's great," your father continues. "Honestly, after this party I might have to hire him full-time. I don't know how I'm supposed to go back to eating anything else."

A surprised smile spreads across Soobin's face. "Thank you, sir. I appreciate that." The smile suits him far too well. He finishes sealing the last container and places it inside the refrigerator. "Is there anything else you need from me today?"

Your father thinks for a moment. "Hmm. No, I think that's it."

"Great." Soobin nods. "I've got something finishing in the oven. Dinner should be ready in about twenty-five minutes." He starts gathering his things. For some reason, you're suddenly disappointed he's leaving.

"Wait." The word leaves your mouth before you can stop it. Three pairs of eyes turn toward you. You clear your throat. "Uh... what was in the sandwich?"

A smile tugs at the corner of Soobin's mouth. "You want to know my secret ingredient?" You nod. He hesitates, clearly fighting back a grin. "Well if I told you it wouldn’t be a secret, would it."

Your father laughs. You roll your eyes. "Very funny."

For the first time, Soobin laughs too. The sound is warm and unexpectedly charming. And as he disappears back toward the pantry, you find yourself staring after him. 

—

"Serena, I swear. He's, like, sexy hot. You need to come over for lunch tomorrow and see him up close." You lounged on the plush velvet bench in the dressing room while Serena emerged from behind the curtain in yet another dress. This one was Dior.

She struck a pose. "What do we think?"

"You look expensive." 

"I am expensive." She smiles widely, giving another twirl.

"True."

Serena grinned before turning back toward the mirror. "I thought your chauffeur was sexy hot."

"Well, yeah. But Soobin is in a different category."

She immediately spun around. "Oh?"

You sat up straighter, feeling giddy to be talking about your newest crush. "He looks shy. Like painfully shy. But I know he's hiding something deep underneath that whole gentle giant thing."

Serena's eyes widened. "Wait. That's hot."

"I know." You can’t help but smile.

"No, because every guy in LA is either obsessed with himself or trying to become famous." Serena replies.

"Exactly."

"But a quiet hot guy?" She leans toward you.

You lean toward her in response. "Exactly."

"A quiet hot guy who can cook?"

You groaned dramatically, falling onto the backrest. "Exactly."

Serena stares at you. Her eyes narrow and a devilish grin crosses her face. "Oh, you've got it bad."

"No I don’t!"

"You just invited me to lunch just so I could inspect him." Her arms cross in front of her, scanning your face. She could see right through you.

You roll your eyes. "That's called gathering information."

"That's called having a crush." You threw a pillow at her. Serena dodges it easily. "Okay," she said, settling onto the cushion beside you. "What's the plan?"

"The plan?"

She bumps your shoulder, "Your next move."

You shake your head. "There is no next move." You feign disinterest picking up your phone, pretending to check your messages. 

She gave you a look. "Please. You haven't stopped talking about him for like forty-five minutes."

You considered that. "Okay, maybe there is a next move."

She smiles, rising up from the cushion. "There it is."

You crossed your legs thoughtfully. "I need a reason to spend more time around him."

"He’s over at your house all the time."

"Yeah, but he's working."

"So?"

"So I can't just stand in the kitchen staring at him all day."

Serena turns to face you again. The look on her face is serious. "You absolutely can."

"Serena."

"What? Men do it to us all the time."

You laughed. "No. I need something more subtle."

Serena tapped her chin dramatically. "You could suddenly become interested in cooking."

You stared at her. "Nobody would believe that."

"Good point." Another moment passed, both of you in deep thought. Then Serena snapped her fingers. "The birthday party."

Your eyes lit up. "The birthday party."

"Volunteer to help with preparations."

You think it over in your head. "Mom would love that."

"And you'd have an excuse to be around him."

A smile spread across your face. That was actually genius. "You know, sometimes you're very smart."

Serena flips her hair, "I know."

A sales associate knocked softly on the door. "How are we doing in here?"

"We're plotting," Serena answered. The woman looked concerned and quietly left. You both burst into laughter. Serena grabs another dress from the rack. "So."

"So?"

A mischievous grin appeared on her face. "We're still going out Friday night, right?"

You immediately knew that look. "No." After yesterday's escapade, you needed at least three weeks of recovery.

"Come on."

"No."

"There'll be athletes."

"Nope."

"Actors."

"I don’t think so."

"That guy from that band you like." You paused. Serena pointed at you. "See? That's not a no."

You sighed. The truth was, another night out sounded fun. But for the first time in a long time, the prospect didn't seem nearly as exciting as finding an excuse to spend an afternoon in the kitchen watching Soobin.

—

Returning home Friday night well, more like Saturday morning, was rough. Serena had managed to get your names on the list of nearly every club down Santa Monica Boulevard, and you had made an appearance at all of them. It wasn’t a total wreck. You even got the number of your favorite singer. Too bad you didn’t need it. Not with Soobin on your mind. 

You were dropped off at home as the sun began to peek over the hills, washing Beverly Hills in a soft, golden haze. You made your way through the front doors, kicking off the Jimmy Choos your friend Leah had gifted you onto the cool marble tile. You swayed slightly, ignoring the dull throb building behind your eyes and the growl of your stomach.

Food would help. It had to. Soobin had prepared a week’s worth of sandwiches last time he was here, and you were pretty sure your father wouldn’t mind if you “borrowed” one.

You padded barefoot into the kitchen as quietly as someone who had been out drinking all night could manage.

“Oh!” You startled. Soobin was already there. The stove light cast a warm glow across the kitchen, illuminating him as he worked. In front of him sat an organized spread of fruit, each one being carefully arranged into individual platters.

“Oh!” he echoed, clearly just as surprised to see you.

“What are you doing here so early?”

He hesitated for a moment, then gave a small, polite smile. “Your mother asked me to prep breakfast for a brunch later today.”

“Right,” you said, pressing a hand to your forehead. “I forgot. She’s trying to show off the new rug she had imported from Turkey.”

A quiet breath of laughter left him. You leaned against the counter, still swaying slightly. A beat passed. Then Soobin’s gaze flicked to you. “You look like you’ve had a long night.”

“I look like I’ve had six long nights.”

His lips quirked. “Six clubs, then?”

“Minimum.”

He nodded slowly, like he was actually processing the idea of going to six different clubs in one night. “That explains the wearing sunglasses indoors.”

You groaned. “Don’t judge me.”

“I’m not judging,” he teased, “Just an observation.” You slide the glasses to the top of your head and get a good look at him. He immediately busied himself with the fruit again. A smile tugged at your mouth. “Can I get you something to eat?” he asked after a moment.

Your eyes lit up. “Would you? I would absolutely kill for pancakes.”

A smile tugs at the corner of Soobin's mouth. "That sounds a little dramatic."

"I'm hungover. Everything feels dramatic."

That earns a real smile from him this time. “I’ll see what I can do.”

You hop up onto a stool at the island while he moves around the kitchen, pulling out ingredients with practiced ease. A comfortable quiet settles between you. 

“You know,” you say, watching him, “you’re here at, like, four in the morning. Don’t you ever sleep?”

“I sleep,” he replies.

“Liar.”

He laughs under his breath. “I’m just used to early mornings.”

“Mm,” you hum. “That’s very responsible of you.”

His hands pause for half a second. “You say that like it’s unusual.”

“It is in this house.”

That makes him smile again. A little softer this time. While he cooks, he glances over at you more than he means to. You catch it once. Then again. Neither of you says anything about it. Instead, he asks casually, "So..." Soobin says after a moment. "Fun night?"

You groan dramatically. "Depends on your definition of fun."

"That's usually not a good sign."

"We were at it for like six hours.”

His eyes widened. "That's exhausting."

"See? You understand me."

He chuckles while flipping a pancake. For a moment, neither of you says anything. Then he asks casually, "Meet anyone interesting?"

The question is simple enough, but something about it makes you smile. You think of the singer whose number is currently buried somewhere in your purse. "Not really."

His shoulders seem to relax slightly. Not that you'd mention it. "Good." The word leaves his mouth before he can stop it. You blink. He immediately clears his throat. "I mean, less people to remember in the morning."

A grin spreads across your face. "Right."

"So," he says quickly, focusing very hard on the pancakes, "how's the birthday party planning going?"

You smile widely, "Nice recovery."

His ears turn pink. "I don't know what you're talking about."

"You absolutely do." A laugh escapes him despite himself. When the pancakes are done, he plates them carefully. Golden brown, stacked high, with fresh strawberries arranged neatly on top. He slides them in front of you. You take one bite. Your eyes close. Your shoulders drop instantly. “Oh my God.”

“Good?” he asks, already knowing the answer.

"Soobin." you say through another mouthful of pancake.

"Yeah?"

"If you ever quit being a chef, I think society would collapse."

He laughs. "I'll keep that in mind before making any career changes."

You continue eating while he returns to arranging fruit platters. After a few bites, you notice he slides a glass of water over to you. “Thank you,” you sigh, gulping it down. 

The kitchen falls quiet again, but it doesn’t feel empty. Eventually, you slide off the stool, slower now. “I should go before my mother finds me like this and disowns me.”

“She wouldn’t,” he says.

You raise an eyebrow. “She might. You never know.” That earns a quiet laugh from him. You take a few steps away, then pause. “Goodnight, Soobin.”

He looks up and smiles.The warm, genuine kind that makes him look even more handsome than usual. “Goodnight,” he responds.

You head toward the stairs. Halfway across the foyer, his voice stops you. "Hey." You glance back.

"Yeah?"

Soobin follows behind you, a glass of water refilled in his hands. His expression softens. "Drink some more water before you go to sleep."

You laugh. "Yes, chef." you take the glass, bringing it to your lips for a small sip.

His smile widens. And somehow, despite the pounding headache and exhaustion, you find yourself smiling all the way back to your room.

—

The eve of your father's birthday party brought a constant stream of workers through the house. Party planners adjusted centerpieces for the hundredth time, gardeners fussed over flower beds, and delivery crews seemed to materialize every fifteen minutes.

It was impossible to get a moment alone. Which was unfortunate because you'd spent most of the day trying. There were only so many times you could wander downstairs asking for a glass of water before someone started asking questions.

As the sun began to set, the house finally started to quiet down. The kitchen, however, remained busy. Every surface was covered with food being prepared for tomorrow's party. Trays of hors d'oeuvres lined the counters while boxes of fresh produce sat waiting to be chopped.

At the center of it all stood Soobin. A cake sat in front of him. He was so focused on smoothing frosting across the top layer that he didn't notice you enter.

"Wow." You lean against the island. "So he cooks and bakes?"

Soobin jumps slightly before looking up. The second he sees you, a grin spreads across his face. "What can I say?" he says. "I'm the full package." He punctuates it with a wink. You blink. Well, that was new. "I've actually never gone as far as making a cake completely from scratch before," he continues. "But I think it's turning out okay."

You examine the cake. Three layers of white cake with a strawberry filling. A large mixing bowl filled with homemade frosting sits beside it. “This looks professional to me.” 

"I have some scraps left over." He gestures toward a plate beside him. "I was going to let your parents try them later." He picks up a fork. "You want a taste?" His words send a shiver down your spine. He looks at you with innocent eyes, not realizing the tension behind his question.

"Obviously." You reply with a wink, rounding the island immediately.

"Let me know what you think," he says, loading up a bite of cake onto the fork. He brings it up between you. You open your mouth automatically before realizing what was happening.Soobin freezes. You freeze. The two of you stare at each other. Then very slowly, his ears turn pink. "Oh."

You grin. "Oh?"

His eyes darted between you and the fork. "I was going to hand you the fork."

"Sure you were."

His laugh comes out nervous. "I was!"

With Soobin still holding the fork, you lean forward and take the bite anyway. His eyes widened. He quickly lowers the fork back onto the plate, clearly caught off guard by your forwardness. You bite back a smile. "It's really good," you say after swallowing. "Dad's going to love it."

"Good. Good." He busies himself with the frosting spatula in front of him, suddenly very interested in smoothing an already smooth layer of icing. A brief silence settles between you. Nervous, he fills it immediately. "I just haven't nailed the frosting yet. I'm not sure what's missing."

An idea pops into your head. A brilliant idea. Possibly a terrible idea. Definitely your best idea all week. You tilt your head thoughtfully. "Hmm. Mind if I taste that too?"

His eyes flick up to yours. For a moment, he seems suspicious. Then he smiles and scoops a small amount of frosting onto the edge of the spatula. "Sure." He holds it out toward you. "Let me know if it's missing anything."

As he lowers the spatula for you to take, you don't reach for it. Instead, you lean forward slowly and lick the frosting directly from the edge. The kitchen suddenly becomes very quiet. You let your tongue swirl along the spatula and enclose the tip of it completely in your mouth. You flick your eyes up to Soobin to make sure he's watching. Sure enough he is, heat creeping into his cheeks. 

You straighten up and hum thoughtfully, pretending to evaluate the flavor while Soobin stands frozen. His grip tightens slightly on the handle of the spatula. "Fuck." he states after a beat, his voice noticeably less steady than before.

For good measure, you wipe your thumb along your lower lip to catch any remaining frosting. You tap a finger against your chin. "Hmm. I can’t decide. Do you wanna taste?"

Another pause. You let your eyes drop between his eyes and his lips. His brows knit together for a moment, before he understands what you’re asking. The spatula is tossed aside as he closes the distance between you, lips crashing against yours. He’s eager, so eager the way he pulls your body against his. You allow your hands to roam over his frame, unsure of where to hold him. 

You settle with one hand on his bicep, the other making its way to the back of his head. Gripping a hand into his hair, you give a slight tug. He sighs loudly in response allowing you to explore deeper. Soobin quickly grips your waist, pressing you against the pantry door. He grabs your legs, hoisting you up and your legs close around him in response. 

You can feel him growing beneath you, the very sensation eliciting a moan from your lips. “Soobin,” you whisper into his open mouth. You needed him and you needed him now.

"How's it going in here?" The sound of your father's voice from the next room sends both of you scrambling apart. Soobin sets you back on your feet so quickly you nearly lose your balance. A shame, really. Especially considering where things had been headed and the unfortunately timed bulge in Soobin's pants.

By the time your father rounds the corner into the kitchen, Soobin has already turned back to the counter, suddenly very occupied with mixing frosting. His body pressed close to the island. Meanwhile, you find yourself staring into the refrigerator with intense concentration despite having no idea what you're supposedly looking for.

Your father remains completely oblivious. "Oh!" He beams at the cake. "That looks fantastic."

"Thank you, sir," Soobin says, voice only slightly strained.

Your father wanders over to inspect it. "Wow. This is professional-level stuff."

You glance over your shoulder. Soobin is carefully avoiding looking at you. Which only makes you want to laugh. "You should taste it," you say. His eyes immediately snap toward yours. A warning. You smile innocently. "What?" you ask.

Your father grabs a fork from the counter. "Don't mind if I do." He takes a bite. The two of you waiting patiently for his response. Your father nods approvingly. "Excellent."

"Glad you like it." The relief in Soobin's voice is almost comical.

"You've been working too hard," your father continues. "Make sure you get some rest tonight. Tomorrow's going to be chaotic."

"I will."

Your father gives the cake one final look before heading back toward the dining room. "Your mother wants me to approve napkin colors."

You wince. "Good luck."

"Thanks." As soon as he's gone, the kitchen falls quiet again.

For a brief moment, neither of you says anything. Then your eyes meet. And suddenly you're both very aware of what had almost happened. Or rather what had happened. Heat creeps into your cheeks. You clear your throat. "Well."

"Yeah."

Another awkward pause. You smile despite yourself. "I should probably get out of here."

"Probably." Soobin nods, still unmoving behind the counter.

“You good?” you ask, holding back a laugh.

His ears immediately turn red. “Yeah, I will be. In like a few minutes."

You grin triumphantly. “Well, I’ll see you tomorrow.” Before he can respond, you saunter out of the kitchen making sure to shoot one last sultry look at Soobin. His eyes are on you, something so hungry beneath them.

This was ridiculous. You lived in a mansion with twenty-two rooms and somehow couldn't get five uninterrupted minutes alone with one man. That was about to change.

—

The night of the party finally arrived. Business partners, family friends, and people you vaguely recognized from charity galas filled the backyard of your sprawling estate. Warm string lights hung between palm trees, and the pool reflected the glow of the entire scene like something out of a magazine spread.

A long banquet table stretched across the patio, perfectly arranged with dishes that looked almost too beautiful to eat. All courtesy of Soobin.

You spotted him near the far end of the table, speaking quietly with one of the event coordinators. Sleeves rolled up, focused, calm. Completely in his element. And completely unfair.

Serena appeared at your side like she’d been summoned. “You’re right,” she said immediately, eyes locked on him. “He’s sexy.”

“I know.”

“I’m surprised you haven’t hit that already.”

You nearly choked on your drink. “We came close yesterday.”

Serena snapped her head toward you. “What!”

“In the kitchen,” you said quickly, lowering your voice. “But we got interrupted.”

Her eyes widened. “No. You cannot say something like that and then just move on.”

You shrugged. “It wasn’t planned.”

“That makes it worse.” Across the yard, Soobin glanced up—almost like he felt your gaze. For half a second, his eyes met yours. Then he looked away first. Serena noticed everything. “Oh my God,” she said slowly. “This is happening.”

“What is?”

“You two are doing that slow-burn, eye-contact-across-a-crowded-party thing.”

You take another sip from your drink. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“You absolutely do.” She grabbed your arm. “If you don’t get him alone tonight, I’m doing it for you.”

“You are not.”

“I will ask him to explain every dish on that table in extreme detail.”

You shake your head. “That’s harassment.”

“That’s strategy.” You laughed despite yourself. Before you could respond, your mother’s voice cut through the noise, calling your name from across the yard. Duty calls. You groaned. Serena leaned in one last time. “Go. Be rich. Be mysterious. Be unavailable.”

“I live here.”

“Exactly. Make it work for you.”

And just like that, you were being pulled into conversations, greetings, and polite smiles—while every few minutes your eyes drifted back to Soobin. And every time you caught him looking back, he looked away just a little too late.

—

Late into the party, once the perishable food had begun making its way back into the kitchen, you knew your window was closing. Soobin had slipped inside a few minutes ago. Alone. It was now or never.

You take the final sip of your drink, set the glass down, and push through the crowd. “Where are you going?” Serena asks, immediately noticing.

You don’t even slow down. “Don’t wait up for me.”

Her eyes narrow with instant understanding. “Oh my God—”

But you’re already gone. The music fades slightly as you slip back into the house, the noise of the party replaced by the quieter, warmer hum of the kitchen just ahead. Your heart is beating harder than it should be.

Soobin stands at the counter, wiping down a surface that is already spotless. It’s the kind of cleaning that looks less like necessity and more like something to do with his hands. You approach gently, “So,” you say lightly, leaning your hip against the counter. “This is where you disappeared to.”

Soobin glances up briefly, then immediately returns to wiping the counter. “I’ve been wondering when you’d come to find me.”

You lean your forearms onto the counter. “Hmm is that right?” 

He sets the cleaning rag down and crosses closer to you. You watch closely as his eyes scan you. Any trace of the shy sweet chef is gone. The dim light of the kitchen emphasizes the lustful look in his eyes. “I can’t stop thinking about you.” He admits, voice low.

You bite your lip in response, “Yeah?” you rise, standing before him. You place a hand on his chest slowly letting it travel down to his waist. You let your finger loop into the belt loops of his pants, pulling him closer.

Soobin’s head dips down, his lips brushing yours. “Can I?” He breaths.

“Yes.” You smile into his lips as you close the distance this time. This kiss picks up exactly where you left off, no hesitation, no careful testing. Just heat and urgency and the kind of certainty that makes everything else feel irrelevant.

His hand finds your waist again. The kiss deepens then falters slightly as voices drift in from the hallway. Guests moving through the house. Laughter from the patio spilling inside.

Soobin pulls back just enough to breathe, his forehead almost still touching yours. “This is a bad idea,” he murmurs, but he doesn’t move away.

“You’re the one still here,” you whisper back.

Another wave of footsteps passes closer to the kitchen entrance. Soobin glances toward the door, jaw tightening slightly. “We should stop,” he says, though his hand doesn’t leave your waist.

“You don’t sound very convinced.”

That earns a quiet, breathless laugh from him. “Because I’m not.”

You swallow, glancing toward the hallway. If anyone walks in right now… You don’t finish the thought.

Instead, you grab his wrist. “Come on,” you say.

His eyes snap back to yours. “Where?” You don’t answer. You just tug him gently away from the counter, out of the kitchen, slipping through the side hallway where the noise from the party fades into a distant blur. Soobin follows without resistance. Not fully trusting this yet not wanting to stop it either. You head toward the stairs, ready to ascend. His voice finally breaks the silence again. “Are you—”

“My room,” you say quickly. That makes him stop for half a second. Just one. “Coming?” you tease, hurrying up the stairs.

Soobin is right behind you, his long legs working quickly. As soon as you reach the top of the stairs, his lips are on yours again. You feel your way down the hall until hitting your bedroom door and slipping inside.

Being alone with Soobin feels like a dream come true. No need to stifle back the small noises escaping you as his large hands grip at your hips and thighs. You close your legs around him and he carries you across the room. Thank God your house keeper deep cleaned before the party and made your bed. 

“You’re so beautiful.” He exhales, breaking the kiss to brush back stray hairs blocking your view. He lays you back onto the mattress.

“Soobin,” You sigh as he kisses you again, grinding his hips down over yours. This simple movement was enough to unravel you. Every second in clothes was a waste of time. You wanted him now. “I need you.” 

He slows his pace a moment breaking the kiss. “Are you sure?”

“More than anything."

—

The sunlight pouring into your room isn’t as harsh this morning. Everything is softened—bathed in a warm, hazy glow that makes it feel like time itself is moving slower. Last night. Soobin.

The thought alone makes something flutter in your chest. You stretch beneath the sheets, half-expecting to feel him beside you. Nothing. You sit up slightly, blinking. Had you imagined it?

Heat creeping up the walls, quiet laughter swallowed by late-night silence, the feeling of him so close you couldn’t tell where you ended and he began—

The door creaks open. You freeze. Soobin peeks inside first, like he’s checking if it’s safe, then steps in quietly. He had slipped on his clothes from last night, wrinkled in the morning light. He’s holding a tray with a simple breakfast. Nothing extravagant. Fresh fruit, toast, a cup of tea that still steams gently in the morning air.

“Oh, you're awake?” Relief flickers across his face.

“I thought you left,” you say, still half-dazed.

A soft smile forms on his lips. “Never.” He crosses the room carefully, like he’s afraid of disturbing something fragile. “I just wanted to surprise you with something.”

He sets the tray down on the side table next to you, then hesitates like he’s suddenly unsure of where to put his hands, or himself. The air between you feels different this morning now that the boundary has been crossed.

“Come here” you say softly, patting the bed beside you. He goes to sit beside you. “Take the clothes off silly.”

He's a bit flustered, “Oh yeah of course.” He swiftly removes his pants and unbuttons the dress shirt from last night leaving him in his underwear. He crawls back into bed beside you.

You bring him close, resting your head on his chest. “Thank you for breakfast.” you say pressing a kiss against his chest. Instinctively, his hand rises to play with your hair.

“Of course.” A silence settles again, but it isn’t awkward. Familiar in a way it definitely shouldn’t be yet. Soobin shifts slightly, like he’s about to say something else.

You notice. Of course you do. “What?” you ask softly.

He hesitates. “Nothing,” he says too quickly. The silence stretches again, his hand drawing lazy circles across your back. “I’m glad it was you,” he says quietly, pressing a kiss to your temple.

You place a hand to his cheek, pulling him down for another kiss. This one feels different, sweeter and softer than before.The kiss lingers, unhurried, like neither of you is in any rush to name what this is yet.

When you finally part, he doesn’t go far. And neither do you.

--------------

return to masterlist

vampire!범규 finally finds you after nearly two months of relentless searching. your scent is stronger here — pungent — and beomgyu is starving. you're not home, that's okay, he can wait, he has waited for weeks after all, a few hours won't kill him.

vampire!범규 turns your bedroom upside down. he flips through your dresser, clawed fingers caressing the clothes there. he spends a long time in your bed, rubbing the soft duvet over his cold skin. he has not needed air for centuries, yet he takes deep breaths through parted lips as he drinks in your smell. heaven is lost on a monster like him, but beomgyu thinks he might have been granted a small sliver of it as he inhales your scent on the pillow clutched in his hands.

vampire!범규 perks up the second he hears the front door unlock, his previously dilated pupils narrowing into slits at the prospect of finally having you. he slinks out of bed, leaving behind the human-warmth he hadn't allowed himself to feel in so long. the shadows engulf him easily and he follows the delectable sound of your heart, beating steadily in your chest — completely unaware of the danger that lingers just out of sight.

vampire!범규 usually loves it when they scream, when they beg for their lives up until the very second he takes it. he used to thrive on the tears, the fear, the protests, the challenge of having someone fight him — even when their fate was already sealed. and yet... your terror makes him pause. his fangs are bared and glistening with saliva, they hover just inches from your throat. your face is trapped in one of his mean hands, neck delicately exposed for his taking, but beomgyu finds that he cannot.

vampire!범규 clumsily wipes your tears, frowning when you flinch back like you expect to be struck. he opens his mouth to speak, flashing you the same fangs intended to kill and you shriek as you scramble backward. frustrated he grabs you, not to hurt, but to keep close. after weeks of tracking you he cannot bear the thought of losing you. so he holds on tight as you struggle against his grip, hoping that exhaustion will take its toll on your weak human body.

vampire!범규 accepts that he is a failure and to everyone of his kind. he's been tracking your scent for weeks and when he finally closes in on his prey he cannot bring himself to do what he is meant to. beomgyu accepts this fact when you pass out from fear in his arms, your flailing limbs going lax against his chest. he accepts it when he carries you to bed and lays you down on the duvet.

You’re practically panting as Soobin continues his ministrations. The usually passive and quite submissive man clings to you needingly, pressing his mouth against yours in a clash of teeth and tongues as if trying to prove a point to someone in his head.

Your hands which dig into the skin as the base of his neck falter and squeeze at the wisps of hair as he pushes you impossibly closer by the small of your back. Your lips disconnect slightly so his hot, heavy tongue can lick a daring stripe from your neck to just above your jaw.

You can’t help but whimper at the feeling. You feel like you’re going insane as Soobin continues to have his way with you. It’s not like Soobin to practically jump on you and have you sit pretty in his lap as he does what he wants to you. Usually, he’s staring at you with eyes blown large with desire as he asks you want you want him to do. What he can do to make you feel so good. Usually the control over someone so much larger than you makes your legs clench but the way Soobin is practically treating you like a doll has you drenched in a way you didn’t think was ever possible.

“Mhmph — Soobin!” You mewl as he presses heavy kisses against your cheek, travelling up your face to press them into your hairline before he lands back at your mouth. He snakes a hand from the small of your back to clench your chin between fingers, pulling his face back so he can stare at you with dark eyes. You swear your eyes almost roll to the back of your head at the sight of his plush, bruised lip. They’re slick with saliva and a small string still connects your lips.

He breathes heavily but the way you’re panting at having your breath stolen from you is undeniably hot to both of you. Your hands slip from his neck to hold his broad shoulders. You must look crazed — hair messy and lips swollen from the nips caused by Soobin.

“What’s gotten into you?” You question under pants, eyes darting around your boyfriend’s face. His hooded eyes drink in the details of your wrecked face. Soft eyes, furrowed brows and parted, kiss bitten red lips that glisten under the dull light in the bedroom like a crude layer of lipgloss. Soobin’s dick twitches at the sight.

“Need you.” Soobin mutters honestly as his hand drops from your chin. You swallow thickly before letting out a small puff in surprise as Soobin swiftly scoots back to lay you flat against the bed. Your stomach flutters as he easily manhandles you in a pliant position he wants to see you in.

“H-Hah..” You exhale shakily as Soobin’s hand runs down your body. His large plans envelope your tits, squeezing and pushing them together under the fabric of your top. He uses his thumbs to rub over the protruding tips, revelling in the way you shiver and bite your lip at the feeling. Your legs greedily rub together, ignoring how your knees knock into his legs and give away what you’re doing.

Wriggling and twisting, you reach after his touch. He curses as his hands trail further down your body until he reaches the hem of your shirt. His head dips as he pushes the material up, lips pressing wet searing kisses to the exposed skin of your torso. When he lifts away to press more, tongue darting to lap at the skin, the cool air causes a nipping sensation that makes your back arch.

Your head falls further back into the pillows as your hands grasp at the sheets. Soobin pushes your shirt up to the point it bunches over the swell of your breasts, pert nipples facing the cool air without much cover. Your legs press together as his head rounds up to the flesh of your tits. His tongue leaves a hot trail of desire, mapping his ministrations as he finally targets your breasts. He swirls the tongue around the perky bud, lips suctioning down as his teeth graze at the sensitive surface. You mewl and yelp as his other hand comes to twist at the neglected nipple.

“A-Ah, Soobin..” You moan wantonly, back arching and twisting. You try to pull away from the pinching of your right nipple but it leads you to push against Soobin’s face causing his teeth to dig into the soft flesh. You hiss and mewl as you feel yourself become more needy at the opposite sensations.

“So needy.” Soobin mumbles around the flesh as he moves to suck the skin just under your areola. You seizes his pinching to lightly roll over the bud with his thumb. You sigh as he separates from your tit with a soft ‘pop!’

The skin presents with a slight red tint. Soobin exhales as he realises the mark will slowly darken over time.

You release your hands from the sheets to weave your fingers into Soobin’s dark strands. He follows your lead until his face connects with your again. Your lips jut into a pout as you motion for him to meet you halfway with another kiss but he stills despite the pull on his hair.

“Jus’ kiss me, already.” You whine, feeling slightly lightheaded by the change in dynamic. Soobin’s lip flips into a smirk at one corner, the expression sends a flutter straight to your cunt. He leans in and presses a soft kiss against your lips.

You relish in the soft kiss. It’s different from what he’s inflicted upon you tonight.

He pulls away softly and his eyes almost seem a little lighter. They’re still clouded with unwavering desire but his expression seems just a fraction smaller.

“..My beautiful baby.” Soobin practically whispers as his eyes take in the features of your face. You turn hot under the appreciation. Soobin presses a soft kiss against your jawline, eyes dazzling with love.

“Soobin..” You whine with embarrassment laced into your words, “Just fuck me already.”

If the room wasn’t hot before it was hot now. As soon as the plea left your mouth Soobin was stripping his shirt and unbuckling his belt. The visual of the taller man sat on his knees above you as his belt clacked and jiggled as he whipped it off and threw the accessory to the side with a metallic thud made your thighs clench. The way his brows furrowed slightly as the belt fumbled a little and the groan of relief once he was able to undo it and throw it to the side made the everyday action just a little hotter.

You shuffle and pull yourself up to fully take off the shirt that was uncomfortably bunched around your chest. Soobin’s eyes shamelessly stare at your tits as they shake a little when you readjust the strands of hair that fell into your face.

“Shit. Baby. Let me eat you out.” Soobin asks as he hurriedly pushes his trousers around his ankles. If you weren’t so turned on you’d probably laugh at how he swears when the material bunches on his thighs and he’s forced to hop off the bed to fully take the denim off. The strain of his cock against the black material of his Calvin Klein’s makes whatever humour die in the back of your head as you zone in on the print.

“Jus’ need you in me.” You reply earnestly. Soobin crawls back on the bed, leaning over you like predator to prey. His eyes meet yours softly, “I’ve been dying to taste you, baby.”

You almost moan at his words. Soobin uses a hand to trace your features with delicate fingers. Your hand raises to softly hold at the hand. Not to stop him but just to simply touch him.

“I just need your cock, ‘Bin.” You say it so easily Soobin feels himself twitch in his underwear. The fingers tracing your lips lead themselves to your lips, slightly pressing down on the pink flesh to open your mouth silently. You let him use you, opening your mouth so he can press down on your tongue.

“Get my fingers wet, my love.” Soobin hums as he zones in on the way your tongue twirls over the long digits. He wills himself to not teasingly press a little deeper. If he was feeling a little meaner maybe he’d see how far he could go before you gag against the prodding digits. He hooks a thumb on your chin so he can rub his pointer and middle fingers against your tongue.

You hum, voice bordering on a whine as your mouth salivates from his actions and face alone. Soobin pulls his fingers away but taps on your lips to tell you to keep your mouth open. You flinch a little when he spits but you can’t help but smile when the droplet of saliva lands on your tongue neatly. He dips his fingers back in to scoop it up and really coat his fingers.

He lets you breathe when he pulls away. You swallow thickly as Soobin shifts his attention to your needy cunt. The cool sensation of his fingers prodding as your hot, gushing pussy is enough to make your eyes roll back. He circles your clit a few times — the way you like — before dipping the tips of his fingers into your needy hole. He glances up to gage your reaction before pushing in his fingers, wiggling a little to ease them in.

“Didn’t even need you to drool all over my fingers.” Soobin laughs a little as your mouth falls open. You let out a breathy exhale as he scissors you open, fingers slowly spreading against your gummy walls to get you used to the feeling.

“Ha-ah, told you I need you.” You retort as your fingers curl against the sheets. Soobin hums and bends his head so he can leave a small kiss at the top of your thigh. The muscle twitches at the sensation but the loving action next to the pumping of his fingers makes your stomach feel warm and fuzzy.

It’s not long before the usual dirty sound of squelching fills the air. Soobin manages to wiggle in a third finger despite your little huffs when it stings as he introduces the third. He hums as he shifts back on his knees so he can use his other hand to circle at your clit.

Your thighs begin to shake a little. Your head lolls back as you whimper. Soobin’s long fingers and strikingly ability to find the spot that makes you see stars is a lethal combo, but one that makes you moan like a bitch in heat.

“Soob, ‘m gonna cum.” You warn. Soobin continues, twisting his fingers just slightly as he rubs a little faster on your clit. You should be embarrassed at the wet sloshing sound that fills the room but you can’t focus on it when the familiar warm tugging sensation starts to pull in your lower stomach.

“Gonna cum for me?” Soobin asks as he looks at your face. Your hair is disheveled from throwing your head back but it falls around your head like a halo. He presses a fingers a little harder against the spongy spot inside your cunt as he continues to coo little praises that makes your walls clench against the fingers.

“Pretty baby.” Soobin cooes as you cum. Your back arches with your pretty tits pointing perkily to the air. Soobin wills himself to not grab at the flesh as he continues to slowly pump his fingers in your squishy walls to help you ride out the orgasm. Your hips chase after the fading sensation before eventually stopping.

Soobin takes the signal to slowly detach his fingers from your cunt. Your pussy clenches as he pulls out.

Your head feels dizzy as you turn your head to look at your boyfriend. He’s slowly peeling the elastic band of his boxers away from his hips. You’d offer to help if you weren’t still a little breathless from whining for Soobin to keep going.

He rolls the material down his thighs. His quads tighten as his hand wraps around the base of his cock. He uses the juices from the hand he used to finger you to spread it across the sensitive skin.

He hisses at the contact. Despite being sexually active Soobin still swears he feels like he could cum from one touch alone as he looks at your body. He feels like a dam teenager who just got their hands on their first porn mag as he drinks in your vulgar position.

“Roll over for me, baby.” Soobin commands. You nod, slowly rolling yourself over so you can plant yourself on your hands and knees. It used to feel embarrassing to present yourself so freely to Soobin but you’ve gotten used to this man and his libido to realise he’s way to horny to care for slight imperfections you’ve decided you’ve got in your head.

Your back arches as Soobin places a palm on the skin of your ass. You feel the bed dip as he shuffles forward, stomach clenching when the head of his cock taps against your weeping hole.

You hear Soobin inhale before pausing. He shifts backwards before a hot, wet trail of liquid meet your puffy lips. The needy moan that erupts from your mouth when you realise Soobin’s spat on you again — specifically your pussy, turns you on immensely.

“Tell me if it hurts.” Soobin comments as he guides his cock with his hand. He use the fleshy tip to spread the wetness over your folds, gathering them on the bulbous tip so it makes it easier for him to press into your fluttering hole.

The hand on the palm of your ass smooths to your lower back. You instinctively arch further into the mattress, proving him a better view of your messy pussy. He groans as he presses in, relishing in the way your wet cunt immediately sucks him in.

The stinging is delicious. The way the tears poke at your eyes as you clench them shut would make Soobin cum on the spot if he could see your face. You press your face into the pillows, gasping as he inches in slowly.

“Doing okay, love?” Soobin asks as he stops halfway. You nod against the pillow, biting your lip to swallow any hisses. The stretch does burn but the reward after is too enticing to stop him. Soobin leans forward a bit, accidentally pushing in more as he tries to catch a glance of your face, “Words, baby.”

“G-Good! Keep going, Soob. Need it bad!” You squeal as he inches in more. Your legs want to flail but you ground yourself by biting at the pillow you’ve forced your head into.

Soobin bottoms out swiftly. The base of his hips sit snug against your ass as he allows you a moment to breathe. The way your walls clench rapidly around his cock makes the hand on your back slip to grab at your waist. He holds the flesh firmly between his fingers.

“‘M gonna cum if you keep doing that.” He confesses breathlessly. You whimper out an apology as you try to calm your racing heart.

“Move. It’s okay.” You give Soobin the green light to move.

He rocks his hips slowly. Your eyes almost roll back at how big he is. Soobin doesn’t seem to understand that he is bigger than average because the amount of times you have to tell him he can’t just jackhammer into you from start to finish is astonishing. He doesn’t seem to understand that you barely squeeze him into your cunt before he’s almost breaking into your cervix. Poor guy just wants to make you feel good.

He sighs, both hands finding home on your hips as he finds his rhythm. His thighs slap against the back of your legs, filling the void silence in the room as he slowly speeds up.

Your legs shake. His stupidly big cock practically abuses your gspot, punching and drilling it stupid. Even at the slower pace the mushroom tip makes your toes curl like you’re about to cum on the spot.

“Faster!” You command greedily as you press your hips against Soobin’s. Soobin takes your word for it as he begins to press harder, transferring his weight to the grip on your hips so he can thrust harder.

The bruising placement of his hands makes your mouth water. The thought of him leaving imprints of his hands on the soft flesh like a silent marking of ‘Soobin was here.’ is dirtily tantalising.

“Always so tight. You sure you can take me?” Soobin muses as he thrusts harder. The sounds filling the room are a perverts fantasy. Between the sound of slick skin slapping, obscene squelching and pornographic moans alongside the softest dirty talk would have any person sweating.

You pant and wriggle, hips pushing back to meet Soobin. The plush of your ass slaps against the skin of Soobin’s hips leaving soft little stings in its wake. He slides a hand from your hip to messily play with your clit. You cry as he punches hastily, the force of his thrusts making his hand slip and pull at the sensitive skin.

“‘M gonna cum!” You warn as Soobin continues to draw messy figure 8’s on your clit. He pants as he chases the orgasm, legs and arms burning as he wills himself to keep going.

The sweat that was building on his hairline falls down his face in small streaks and he groans as he flicks his head back. The strands of his hair stick to the sweaty skin, casting a shadow across his face.

“Go ahead, love. Come.” Soobin keens when you clamp down a little firmer than usual. The spasms of your sensitive walls leads him to a quicker release but he refuses to come before you do.

You yelp as a specifically hard thrust makes your vision dot “Fuck! Mhmph!! Soobin — Ha-ah, shit!”

“You sound like a pornstar.” Soobin manages to speak past the whiny whimper that escaped him when the first spirt of his cum shoots into your walls. He spews apologies when he can’t hold it back, fucking you like a pocket pussy as he chases his relief.

You’re practically melted onto the sheets when you come. Whether it’s from Soobin’s off handed comment or the searing hot feeling of his cum costing your walls, one last clench around his bulbous cock and you’re cumming like a whiny bitch.

Soobin lets you ride it out despite his sensitive nature. The sounds that escape him are more adjacent to his usual tone during sex, soft and needy. The slamming of his hips has slowed to a rocking pace. You both hiss as his sensitive heads prods at your spongy spot.

“You did.. so good for me.” Soobin exhales faintly. He slowly pulls out and your walls clench uncomfortably at the feeling. His hands detach themselves from your body as you fully embrace the soft bedding below you. Getting caught up in the heat of the moment made you forget about how hot you are. The warm flush radiates form your body as you both separate for cool air.

You shift, turning so you can face Soobin. He settles against the pillow next to you, facing the ceiling as he catches his breath.

“What got into you?” You ask with a trace of a laugh. Soobin snickers as he rolls his neck softly. He just shrugs.

loser!beomgyu, who cries the first time you suck him off, cumming with a sharp cry before you’ve even taken him fully in your mouth. he’s whimpering like a wet dog, hips still thrusting desperately into your mouth

loser!beomgyu, who gets hard and leaky in seconds whenever you insult him. it’s unhealthy, sure, but he’s drunk off your degradation, always flushed whenever you’re near, even just at the thought of your presence

loser!beomgyu, who fucks himself stupid when you’re riding him, hips jerking upwards into your cunt. smiling all dazed and lovesick, rambling mindlessly about everything he wants you to do to him, tears rolling down his cheeks

loser!beomgyu, who’s always feverish and blushy around you, a perpetual flush that worsens when he’s fucking you. his lips are parted, eyes glazed over, cheeks warm with an overdrive of emotions

loser!beomgyu, who overstimulates himself to the point of tears, jerking off to your instagram photos and his pathetic fantasies

loser!beomgyu, who quite literally worships you, unable to go a second without murmuring sweet praises when you let him touch you

loser!beomgyu, who lets you drag him around like he’s on a leash whenever he’s in public, but becomes a feral dog the moment he’s in bed

loser!beomgyu, who has the stamina and, well, determination of a german shepard, pounding into you until you’re both overstimulated messes

loser!beomgyu, who cries when he cums, babbling thank yous and how much he loves you 

loser!beomgyu, who’s ecstatic when you start to keep him around, eyes sparkling whenever he chances upon you in the hallways and that same sparkle in his tears when you’re relentlessly teasing him

loser!beomgyu, who hates and loves it when you edge him for hours, exhilarated with the prospect of maintaining your attention but nearly insane with base desires. he’s absolutely a yearner, probably begs with full on waterworks and hiccuping

loser!beomgyu, who literally goes to heaven and back, and then back again, when you actually give him aftercare. he’s already high off the fact that you care enough to do it at all, and he damn near pledges his lifelong allegiance to you right then and there when you blow dry his hair

loser!beomgyu, who you let lay across your couch when he’s too lazy to go home, wrapped up like a burrito and ends of his hair hanging off the edge. you relent after a while, murmuring a quiet “good night” to him

loser!beomgyu, who shuffles up to your bedroom docilely halfway through the night. at the sight of his doe eyes, shiny even in the darkness, you end up allowing him to wriggle in next to you. he spends the night curled into you, fingers seeking yours out beneath the blankets 

loser!beomgyu, who actually ends up feeling quite loved despite how mean you are to him (just the way he likes it, though), all warm inside when you glance over at him amusedly and ruffle his hair; you kiss him on the forehead whenever he’s down and slip him lukewarm love notes that are actually quite sweet considering your nature towards him

loser!beomgyu, who goes from being a obsessed pervert to a boy who genuinely likes you; and you, who goes from stepping all over him to an earnest desire to see him happy. 

beomgyu, your loser who dropped his phone in the toilet once trying to send a dick pic, and also your loser who spent half an hour gathering your favorite wildflowers and spent another one braiding them into your hair;

your loser who likes being choked like a little freak, and also your loser who messages you whenever he sees anything that reminds him of you; 

your loser who cries while cumming and even more so when he can’t bring himself to stop stimulating himself, and also your loser who never neglects to grin and wave at you widely in the hallways, no matter how embarrassing it is

At least you remembered to take your makeup off this time. You glance toward your vanity, where several used makeup wipes are scattered across the surface like evidence of the night's poor decisions.

Your phone rings again. Squinting at the screen, you find a text from Serena.

SOS. Need my bff for a shopping trip :(

A groan escapes your lips as you let the phone fall back onto the bed. It was so like Serena to be fully functional after a night out. Meanwhile, simply sitting upright makes your stomach protest. God. You needed breakfast before you could even think about leaving the house.

Your phone buzzes again.

Plz?

And then again.

Matching Juicy sets on me?

That gets your attention. With a sigh, you pick up your phone and type out a response.

k. give me a few hrs

You slink out of bed, still slightly dizzy as you slide your feet into a pair of slippers. The trek to the kitchen feels longer than usual. You pass through your wing of the house, through the entertainment room, and down the grand staircase.

Halfway down, you nearly trip. Boxes. Dozens of them. They crowd the foyer below, stacked beside the staircase and spilling into the hallway.

"What gives?" you mutter to yourself. It must be another one of your mother's redecorating phases. She always seemed to come home inspired after visiting one of her friends' houses. Inspired, in this case, meaning replacing perfectly good furniture. You continue into the kitchen and find your parents already there.

Your father sits at the island with a coffee mug in hand, skimming through a newspaper. Your mother fusses over an elaborate flower arrangement at the breakfast table, snipping stems with alarming precision.

Your attention drifts to the third person in the room. A man stands on the opposite side of the island, carefully portioning salads into glass containers. His sleeves are rolled to his elbows, revealing toned forearms as he works with practiced efficiency.

He looks completely focused until he notices you. His eyes flick up. For a brief second, they meet yours. Then he immediately looks back down.

Interesting. Your parents had recently hired a personal chef for the birthday party preparations, but no one had mentioned he'd be young. Or tall. Or ridiculously attractive.

"Good morning!" you chirp.

His head snaps up again. "Oh—good morning." The response comes a little too fast. His cheeks redden slightly before he returns his attention to the containers in front of him. You catch him stealing another glance a moment later, only for him to look away again the second you notice. Cute.

"It's after three in the afternoon." Your mother's flat voice cuts through the moment.

You groan. "Whatever, it’s morning somewhere."

Your mother's eyes narrow. "Where's your robe?"

"What?"

She gestures vaguely in your direction. "Aren't you a little exposed?"

You glance down at yourself. Okay, maybe the pajamas were a little revealing. The thin-strapped tank top hugged your frame, and the tiny sleep shorts left very little to the imagination. Across the island, the chef suddenly becomes extremely interested in arranging containers. "Mom, these are my pajamas. I’m not wearing this out."

"We have people coming in and out of this house all week preparing for your father's birthday party," she replies. "You can pretend to be civilized for a few days."

"Ugh. You're no fun."

Your father chuckles into his coffee. "Hungry?"

Without waiting for an answer, he slides half of an untouched sandwich toward you. You cross over to kitchen island, taking the seat next to him. You immediately take a bite. You hadn’t realized how hungry you were. A satisfied sigh escapes you. "Oh my God."

"What?"

"This is incredible." You shake your head, going in for another bite.

Your father points toward the other side of the island. "You can thank Soobin." The chef glances up. You finally have a name to go with the face. "He's great," your father continues. "Honestly, after this party I might have to hire him full-time. I don't know how I'm supposed to go back to eating anything else."

A surprised smile spreads across Soobin's face. "Thank you, sir. I appreciate that." The smile suits him far too well. He finishes sealing the last container and places it inside the refrigerator. "Is there anything else you need from me today?"

Your father thinks for a moment. "Hmm. No, I think that's it."

"Great." Soobin nods. "I've got something finishing in the oven. Dinner should be ready in about twenty-five minutes." He starts gathering his things. For some reason, you're suddenly disappointed he's leaving.

"Wait." The word leaves your mouth before you can stop it. Three pairs of eyes turn toward you. You clear your throat. "Uh... what was in the sandwich?"

A smile tugs at the corner of Soobin's mouth. "You want to know my secret ingredient?" You nod. He hesitates, clearly fighting back a grin. "Well if I told you it wouldn’t be a secret, would it."

Your father laughs. You roll your eyes. "Very funny."

For the first time, Soobin laughs too. The sound is warm and unexpectedly charming. And as he disappears back toward the pantry, you find yourself staring after him. 

—

"Serena, I swear. He's, like, sexy hot. You need to come over for lunch tomorrow and see him up close." You lounged on the plush velvet bench in the dressing room while Serena emerged from behind the curtain in yet another dress. This one was Dior.

She struck a pose. "What do we think?"

"You look expensive." 

"I am expensive." She smiles widely, giving another twirl.

"True."

Serena grinned before turning back toward the mirror. "I thought your chauffeur was sexy hot."

"Well, yeah. But Soobin is in a different category."

She immediately spun around. "Oh?"

You sat up straighter, feeling giddy to be talking about your newest crush. "He looks shy. Like painfully shy. But I know he's hiding something deep underneath that whole gentle giant thing."

Serena's eyes widened. "Wait. That's hot."

"I know." You can’t help but smile.

"No, because every guy in LA is either obsessed with himself or trying to become famous." Serena replies.

"Exactly."

"But a quiet hot guy?" She leans toward you.

You lean toward her in response. "Exactly."

"A quiet hot guy who can cook?"

You groaned dramatically, falling onto the backrest. "Exactly."

Serena stares at you. Her eyes narrow and a devilish grin crosses her face. "Oh, you've got it bad."

"No I don’t!"

"You just invited me to lunch just so I could inspect him." Her arms cross in front of her, scanning your face. She could see right through you.

You roll your eyes. "That's called gathering information."

"That's called having a crush." You threw a pillow at her. Serena dodges it easily. "Okay," she said, settling onto the cushion beside you. "What's the plan?"

"The plan?"

She bumps your shoulder, "Your next move."

You shake your head. "There is no next move." You feign disinterest picking up your phone, pretending to check your messages. 

She gave you a look. "Please. You haven't stopped talking about him for like forty-five minutes."

You considered that. "Okay, maybe there is a next move."

She smiles, rising up from the cushion. "There it is."

You crossed your legs thoughtfully. "I need a reason to spend more time around him."

"He’s over at your house all the time."

"Yeah, but he's working."

"So?"

"So I can't just stand in the kitchen staring at him all day."

Serena turns to face you again. The look on her face is serious. "You absolutely can."

"Serena."

"What? Men do it to us all the time."

You laughed. "No. I need something more subtle."

Serena tapped her chin dramatically. "You could suddenly become interested in cooking."

You stared at her. "Nobody would believe that."

"Good point." Another moment passed, both of you in deep thought. Then Serena snapped her fingers. "The birthday party."

Your eyes lit up. "The birthday party."

"Volunteer to help with preparations."

You think it over in your head. "Mom would love that."

"And you'd have an excuse to be around him."

A smile spread across your face. That was actually genius. "You know, sometimes you're very smart."

Serena flips her hair, "I know."

A sales associate knocked softly on the door. "How are we doing in here?"

"We're plotting," Serena answered. The woman looked concerned and quietly left. You both burst into laughter. Serena grabs another dress from the rack. "So."

"So?"

A mischievous grin appeared on her face. "We're still going out Friday night, right?"

You immediately knew that look. "No." After yesterday's escapade, you needed at least three weeks of recovery.

"Come on."

"No."

"There'll be athletes."

"Nope."

"Actors."

"I don’t think so."

"That guy from that band you like." You paused. Serena pointed at you. "See? That's not a no."

You sighed. The truth was, another night out sounded fun. But for the first time in a long time, the prospect didn't seem nearly as exciting as finding an excuse to spend an afternoon in the kitchen watching Soobin.

—

Returning home Friday night well, more like Saturday morning, was rough. Serena had managed to get your names on the list of nearly every club down Santa Monica Boulevard, and you had made an appearance at all of them. It wasn’t a total wreck. You even got the number of your favorite singer. Too bad you didn’t need it. Not with Soobin on your mind. 

You were dropped off at home as the sun began to peek over the hills, washing Beverly Hills in a soft, golden haze. You made your way through the front doors, kicking off the Jimmy Choos your friend Leah had gifted you onto the cool marble tile. You swayed slightly, ignoring the dull throb building behind your eyes and the growl of your stomach.

Food would help. It had to. Soobin had prepared a week’s worth of sandwiches last time he was here, and you were pretty sure your father wouldn’t mind if you “borrowed” one.

You padded barefoot into the kitchen as quietly as someone who had been out drinking all night could manage.

“Oh!” You startled. Soobin was already there. The stove light cast a warm glow across the kitchen, illuminating him as he worked. In front of him sat an organized spread of fruit, each one being carefully arranged into individual platters.

“Oh!” he echoed, clearly just as surprised to see you.

“What are you doing here so early?”

He hesitated for a moment, then gave a small, polite smile. “Your mother asked me to prep breakfast for a brunch later today.”

“Right,” you said, pressing a hand to your forehead. “I forgot. She’s trying to show off the new rug she had imported from Turkey.”

A quiet breath of laughter left him. You leaned against the counter, still swaying slightly. A beat passed. Then Soobin’s gaze flicked to you. “You look like you’ve had a long night.”

“I look like I’ve had six long nights.”

His lips quirked. “Six clubs, then?”

“Minimum.”

He nodded slowly, like he was actually processing the idea of going to six different clubs in one night. “That explains the wearing sunglasses indoors.”

You groaned. “Don’t judge me.”

“I’m not judging,” he teased, “Just an observation.” You slide the glasses to the top of your head and get a good look at him. He immediately busied himself with the fruit again. A smile tugged at your mouth. “Can I get you something to eat?” he asked after a moment.

Your eyes lit up. “Would you? I would absolutely kill for pancakes.”

A smile tugs at the corner of Soobin's mouth. "That sounds a little dramatic."

"I'm hungover. Everything feels dramatic."

That earns a real smile from him this time. “I’ll see what I can do.”

You hop up onto a stool at the island while he moves around the kitchen, pulling out ingredients with practiced ease. A comfortable quiet settles between you. 

“You know,” you say, watching him, “you’re here at, like, four in the morning. Don’t you ever sleep?”

“I sleep,” he replies.

“Liar.”

He laughs under his breath. “I’m just used to early mornings.”

“Mm,” you hum. “That’s very responsible of you.”

His hands pause for half a second. “You say that like it’s unusual.”

“It is in this house.”

That makes him smile again. A little softer this time. While he cooks, he glances over at you more than he means to. You catch it once. Then again. Neither of you says anything about it. Instead, he asks casually, "So..." Soobin says after a moment. "Fun night?"

You groan dramatically. "Depends on your definition of fun."

"That's usually not a good sign."

"We were at it for like six hours.”

His eyes widened. "That's exhausting."

"See? You understand me."

He chuckles while flipping a pancake. For a moment, neither of you says anything. Then he asks casually, "Meet anyone interesting?"

The question is simple enough, but something about it makes you smile. You think of the singer whose number is currently buried somewhere in your purse. "Not really."

His shoulders seem to relax slightly. Not that you'd mention it. "Good." The word leaves his mouth before he can stop it. You blink. He immediately clears his throat. "I mean, less people to remember in the morning."

A grin spreads across your face. "Right."

"So," he says quickly, focusing very hard on the pancakes, "how's the birthday party planning going?"

You smile widely, "Nice recovery."

His ears turn pink. "I don't know what you're talking about."

"You absolutely do." A laugh escapes him despite himself. When the pancakes are done, he plates them carefully. Golden brown, stacked high, with fresh strawberries arranged neatly on top. He slides them in front of you. You take one bite. Your eyes close. Your shoulders drop instantly. “Oh my God.”

“Good?” he asks, already knowing the answer.

"Soobin." you say through another mouthful of pancake.

"Yeah?"

"If you ever quit being a chef, I think society would collapse."

He laughs. "I'll keep that in mind before making any career changes."

You continue eating while he returns to arranging fruit platters. After a few bites, you notice he slides a glass of water over to you. “Thank you,” you sigh, gulping it down. 

The kitchen falls quiet again, but it doesn’t feel empty. Eventually, you slide off the stool, slower now. “I should go before my mother finds me like this and disowns me.”

“She wouldn’t,” he says.

You raise an eyebrow. “She might. You never know.” That earns a quiet laugh from him. You take a few steps away, then pause. “Goodnight, Soobin.”

He looks up and smiles.The warm, genuine kind that makes him look even more handsome than usual. “Goodnight,” he responds.

You head toward the stairs. Halfway across the foyer, his voice stops you. "Hey." You glance back.

"Yeah?"

Soobin follows behind you, a glass of water refilled in his hands. His expression softens. "Drink some more water before you go to sleep."

You laugh. "Yes, chef." you take the glass, bringing it to your lips for a small sip.

His smile widens. And somehow, despite the pounding headache and exhaustion, you find yourself smiling all the way back to your room.

—

The eve of your father's birthday party brought a constant stream of workers through the house. Party planners adjusted centerpieces for the hundredth time, gardeners fussed over flower beds, and delivery crews seemed to materialize every fifteen minutes.

It was impossible to get a moment alone. Which was unfortunate because you'd spent most of the day trying. There were only so many times you could wander downstairs asking for a glass of water before someone started asking questions.

As the sun began to set, the house finally started to quiet down. The kitchen, however, remained busy. Every surface was covered with food being prepared for tomorrow's party. Trays of hors d'oeuvres lined the counters while boxes of fresh produce sat waiting to be chopped.

At the center of it all stood Soobin. A cake sat in front of him. He was so focused on smoothing frosting across the top layer that he didn't notice you enter.

"Wow." You lean against the island. "So he cooks and bakes?"

Soobin jumps slightly before looking up. The second he sees you, a grin spreads across his face. "What can I say?" he says. "I'm the full package." He punctuates it with a wink. You blink. Well, that was new. "I've actually never gone as far as making a cake completely from scratch before," he continues. "But I think it's turning out okay."

You examine the cake. Three layers of white cake with a strawberry filling. A large mixing bowl filled with homemade frosting sits beside it. “This looks professional to me.” 

"I have some scraps left over." He gestures toward a plate beside him. "I was going to let your parents try them later." He picks up a fork. "You want a taste?" His words send a shiver down your spine. He looks at you with innocent eyes, not realizing the tension behind his question.

"Obviously." You reply with a wink, rounding the island immediately.

"Let me know what you think," he says, loading up a bite of cake onto the fork. He brings it up between you. You open your mouth automatically before realizing what was happening.Soobin freezes. You freeze. The two of you stare at each other. Then very slowly, his ears turn pink. "Oh."

You grin. "Oh?"

His eyes darted between you and the fork. "I was going to hand you the fork."

"Sure you were."

His laugh comes out nervous. "I was!"

With Soobin still holding the fork, you lean forward and take the bite anyway. His eyes widened. He quickly lowers the fork back onto the plate, clearly caught off guard by your forwardness. You bite back a smile. "It's really good," you say after swallowing. "Dad's going to love it."

"Good. Good." He busies himself with the frosting spatula in front of him, suddenly very interested in smoothing an already smooth layer of icing. A brief silence settles between you. Nervous, he fills it immediately. "I just haven't nailed the frosting yet. I'm not sure what's missing."

An idea pops into your head. A brilliant idea. Possibly a terrible idea. Definitely your best idea all week. You tilt your head thoughtfully. "Hmm. Mind if I taste that too?"

His eyes flick up to yours. For a moment, he seems suspicious. Then he smiles and scoops a small amount of frosting onto the edge of the spatula. "Sure." He holds it out toward you. "Let me know if it's missing anything."

As he lowers the spatula for you to take, you don't reach for it. Instead, you lean forward slowly and lick the frosting directly from the edge. The kitchen suddenly becomes very quiet. You let your tongue swirl along the spatula and enclose the tip of it completely in your mouth. You flick your eyes up to Soobin to make sure he's watching. Sure enough he is, heat creeping into his cheeks. 

You straighten up and hum thoughtfully, pretending to evaluate the flavor while Soobin stands frozen. His grip tightens slightly on the handle of the spatula. "Fuck." he states after a beat, his voice noticeably less steady than before.

For good measure, you wipe your thumb along your lower lip to catch any remaining frosting. You tap a finger against your chin. "Hmm. I can’t decide. Do you wanna taste?"

Another pause. You let your eyes drop between his eyes and his lips. His brows knit together for a moment, before he understands what you’re asking. The spatula is tossed aside as he closes the distance between you, lips crashing against yours. He’s eager, so eager the way he pulls your body against his. You allow your hands to roam over his frame, unsure of where to hold him. 

You settle with one hand on his bicep, the other making its way to the back of his head. Gripping a hand into his hair, you give a slight tug. He sighs loudly in response allowing you to explore deeper. Soobin quickly grips your waist, pressing you against the pantry door. He grabs your legs, hoisting you up and your legs close around him in response. 

You can feel him growing beneath you, the very sensation eliciting a moan from your lips. “Soobin,” you whisper into his open mouth. You needed him and you needed him now.

"How's it going in here?" The sound of your father's voice from the next room sends both of you scrambling apart. Soobin sets you back on your feet so quickly you nearly lose your balance. A shame, really. Especially considering where things had been headed and the unfortunately timed bulge in Soobin's pants.

By the time your father rounds the corner into the kitchen, Soobin has already turned back to the counter, suddenly very occupied with mixing frosting. His body pressed close to the island. Meanwhile, you find yourself staring into the refrigerator with intense concentration despite having no idea what you're supposedly looking for.

Your father remains completely oblivious. "Oh!" He beams at the cake. "That looks fantastic."

"Thank you, sir," Soobin says, voice only slightly strained.

Your father wanders over to inspect it. "Wow. This is professional-level stuff."

You glance over your shoulder. Soobin is carefully avoiding looking at you. Which only makes you want to laugh. "You should taste it," you say. His eyes immediately snap toward yours. A warning. You smile innocently. "What?" you ask.

Your father grabs a fork from the counter. "Don't mind if I do." He takes a bite. The two of you waiting patiently for his response. Your father nods approvingly. "Excellent."

"Glad you like it." The relief in Soobin's voice is almost comical.

"You've been working too hard," your father continues. "Make sure you get some rest tonight. Tomorrow's going to be chaotic."

"I will."

Your father gives the cake one final look before heading back toward the dining room. "Your mother wants me to approve napkin colors."

You wince. "Good luck."

"Thanks." As soon as he's gone, the kitchen falls quiet again.

For a brief moment, neither of you says anything. Then your eyes meet. And suddenly you're both very aware of what had almost happened. Or rather what had happened. Heat creeps into your cheeks. You clear your throat. "Well."

"Yeah."

Another awkward pause. You smile despite yourself. "I should probably get out of here."

"Probably." Soobin nods, still unmoving behind the counter.

“You good?” you ask, holding back a laugh.

His ears immediately turn red. “Yeah, I will be. In like a few minutes."

You grin triumphantly. “Well, I’ll see you tomorrow.” Before he can respond, you saunter out of the kitchen making sure to shoot one last sultry look at Soobin. His eyes are on you, something so hungry beneath them.

This was ridiculous. You lived in a mansion with twenty-two rooms and somehow couldn't get five uninterrupted minutes alone with one man. That was about to change.

—

The night of the party finally arrived. Business partners, family friends, and people you vaguely recognized from charity galas filled the backyard of your sprawling estate. Warm string lights hung between palm trees, and the pool reflected the glow of the entire scene like something out of a magazine spread.

A long banquet table stretched across the patio, perfectly arranged with dishes that looked almost too beautiful to eat. All courtesy of Soobin.

You spotted him near the far end of the table, speaking quietly with one of the event coordinators. Sleeves rolled up, focused, calm. Completely in his element. And completely unfair.

Serena appeared at your side like she’d been summoned. “You’re right,” she said immediately, eyes locked on him. “He’s sexy.”

“I know.”

“I’m surprised you haven’t hit that already.”

You nearly choked on your drink. “We came close yesterday.”

Serena snapped her head toward you. “What!”

“In the kitchen,” you said quickly, lowering your voice. “But we got interrupted.”

Her eyes widened. “No. You cannot say something like that and then just move on.”

You shrugged. “It wasn’t planned.”

“That makes it worse.” Across the yard, Soobin glanced up—almost like he felt your gaze. For half a second, his eyes met yours. Then he looked away first. Serena noticed everything. “Oh my God,” she said slowly. “This is happening.”

“What is?”

“You two are doing that slow-burn, eye-contact-across-a-crowded-party thing.”

You take another sip from your drink. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“You absolutely do.” She grabbed your arm. “If you don’t get him alone tonight, I’m doing it for you.”

“You are not.”

“I will ask him to explain every dish on that table in extreme detail.”

You shake your head. “That’s harassment.”

“That’s strategy.” You laughed despite yourself. Before you could respond, your mother’s voice cut through the noise, calling your name from across the yard. Duty calls. You groaned. Serena leaned in one last time. “Go. Be rich. Be mysterious. Be unavailable.”

“I live here.”

“Exactly. Make it work for you.”

And just like that, you were being pulled into conversations, greetings, and polite smiles—while every few minutes your eyes drifted back to Soobin. And every time you caught him looking back, he looked away just a little too late.

—

Late into the party, once the perishable food had begun making its way back into the kitchen, you knew your window was closing. Soobin had slipped inside a few minutes ago. Alone. It was now or never.

You take the final sip of your drink, set the glass down, and push through the crowd. “Where are you going?” Serena asks, immediately noticing.

You don’t even slow down. “Don’t wait up for me.”

Her eyes narrow with instant understanding. “Oh my God—”

But you’re already gone. The music fades slightly as you slip back into the house, the noise of the party replaced by the quieter, warmer hum of the kitchen just ahead. Your heart is beating harder than it should be.

Soobin stands at the counter, wiping down a surface that is already spotless. It’s the kind of cleaning that looks less like necessity and more like something to do with his hands. You approach gently, “So,” you say lightly, leaning your hip against the counter. “This is where you disappeared to.”

Soobin glances up briefly, then immediately returns to wiping the counter. “I’ve been wondering when you’d come to find me.”

You lean your forearms onto the counter. “Hmm is that right?” 

He sets the cleaning rag down and crosses closer to you. You watch closely as his eyes scan you. Any trace of the shy sweet chef is gone. The dim light of the kitchen emphasizes the lustful look in his eyes. “I can’t stop thinking about you.” He admits, voice low.

You bite your lip in response, “Yeah?” you rise, standing before him. You place a hand on his chest slowly letting it travel down to his waist. You let your finger loop into the belt loops of his pants, pulling him closer.

Soobin’s head dips down, his lips brushing yours. “Can I?” He breaths.

“Yes.” You smile into his lips as you close the distance this time. This kiss picks up exactly where you left off, no hesitation, no careful testing. Just heat and urgency and the kind of certainty that makes everything else feel irrelevant.

His hand finds your waist again. The kiss deepens then falters slightly as voices drift in from the hallway. Guests moving through the house. Laughter from the patio spilling inside.

Soobin pulls back just enough to breathe, his forehead almost still touching yours. “This is a bad idea,” he murmurs, but he doesn’t move away.

“You’re the one still here,” you whisper back.

Another wave of footsteps passes closer to the kitchen entrance. Soobin glances toward the door, jaw tightening slightly. “We should stop,” he says, though his hand doesn’t leave your waist.

“You don’t sound very convinced.”

That earns a quiet, breathless laugh from him. “Because I’m not.”

You swallow, glancing toward the hallway. If anyone walks in right now… You don’t finish the thought.

Instead, you grab his wrist. “Come on,” you say.

His eyes snap back to yours. “Where?” You don’t answer. You just tug him gently away from the counter, out of the kitchen, slipping through the side hallway where the noise from the party fades into a distant blur. Soobin follows without resistance. Not fully trusting this yet not wanting to stop it either. You head toward the stairs, ready to ascend. His voice finally breaks the silence again. “Are you—”

“My room,” you say quickly. That makes him stop for half a second. Just one. “Coming?” you tease, hurrying up the stairs.

Soobin is right behind you, his long legs working quickly. As soon as you reach the top of the stairs, his lips are on yours again. You feel your way down the hall until hitting your bedroom door and slipping inside.

Being alone with Soobin feels like a dream come true. No need to stifle back the small noises escaping you as his large hands grip at your hips and thighs. You close your legs around him and he carries you across the room. Thank God your house keeper deep cleaned before the party and made your bed. 

“You’re so beautiful.” He exhales, breaking the kiss to brush back stray hairs blocking your view. He lays you back onto the mattress.

“Soobin,” You sigh as he kisses you again, grinding his hips down over yours. This simple movement was enough to unravel you. Every second in clothes was a waste of time. You wanted him now. “I need you.” 

He slows his pace a moment breaking the kiss. “Are you sure?”

“More than anything."

—

The sunlight pouring into your room isn’t as harsh this morning. Everything is softened—bathed in a warm, hazy glow that makes it feel like time itself is moving slower. Last night. Soobin.

The thought alone makes something flutter in your chest. You stretch beneath the sheets, half-expecting to feel him beside you. Nothing. You sit up slightly, blinking. Had you imagined it?

Heat creeping up the walls, quiet laughter swallowed by late-night silence, the feeling of him so close you couldn’t tell where you ended and he began—

The door creaks open. You freeze. Soobin peeks inside first, like he’s checking if it’s safe, then steps in quietly. He had slipped on his clothes from last night, wrinkled in the morning light. He’s holding a tray with a simple breakfast. Nothing extravagant. Fresh fruit, toast, a cup of tea that still steams gently in the morning air.

“Oh, you're awake?” Relief flickers across his face.

“I thought you left,” you say, still half-dazed.

A soft smile forms on his lips. “Never.” He crosses the room carefully, like he’s afraid of disturbing something fragile. “I just wanted to surprise you with something.”

He sets the tray down on the side table next to you, then hesitates like he’s suddenly unsure of where to put his hands, or himself. The air between you feels different this morning now that the boundary has been crossed.

“Come here” you say softly, patting the bed beside you. He goes to sit beside you. “Take the clothes off silly.”

He's a bit flustered, “Oh yeah of course.” He swiftly removes his pants and unbuttons the dress shirt from last night leaving him in his underwear. He crawls back into bed beside you.

You bring him close, resting your head on his chest. “Thank you for breakfast.” you say pressing a kiss against his chest. Instinctively, his hand rises to play with your hair.

“Of course.” A silence settles again, but it isn’t awkward. Familiar in a way it definitely shouldn’t be yet. Soobin shifts slightly, like he’s about to say something else.

You notice. Of course you do. “What?” you ask softly.

He hesitates. “Nothing,” he says too quickly. The silence stretches again, his hand drawing lazy circles across your back. “I’m glad it was you,” he says quietly, pressing a kiss to your temple.

You place a hand to his cheek, pulling him down for another kiss. This one feels different, sweeter and softer than before.The kiss lingers, unhurried, like neither of you is in any rush to name what this is yet.

When you finally part, he doesn’t go far. And neither do you.

--------------

return to masterlist

You’re practically panting as Soobin continues his ministrations. The usually passive and quite submissive man clings to you needingly, pressing his mouth against yours in a clash of teeth and tongues as if trying to prove a point to someone in his head.

Your hands which dig into the skin as the base of his neck falter and squeeze at the wisps of hair as he pushes you impossibly closer by the small of your back. Your lips disconnect slightly so his hot, heavy tongue can lick a daring stripe from your neck to just above your jaw.

You can’t help but whimper at the feeling. You feel like you’re going insane as Soobin continues to have his way with you. It’s not like Soobin to practically jump on you and have you sit pretty in his lap as he does what he wants to you. Usually, he’s staring at you with eyes blown large with desire as he asks you want you want him to do. What he can do to make you feel so good. Usually the control over someone so much larger than you makes your legs clench but the way Soobin is practically treating you like a doll has you drenched in a way you didn’t think was ever possible.

“Mhmph — Soobin!” You mewl as he presses heavy kisses against your cheek, travelling up your face to press them into your hairline before he lands back at your mouth. He snakes a hand from the small of your back to clench your chin between fingers, pulling his face back so he can stare at you with dark eyes. You swear your eyes almost roll to the back of your head at the sight of his plush, bruised lip. They’re slick with saliva and a small string still connects your lips.

He breathes heavily but the way you’re panting at having your breath stolen from you is undeniably hot to both of you. Your hands slip from his neck to hold his broad shoulders. You must look crazed — hair messy and lips swollen from the nips caused by Soobin.

“What’s gotten into you?” You question under pants, eyes darting around your boyfriend’s face. His hooded eyes drink in the details of your wrecked face. Soft eyes, furrowed brows and parted, kiss bitten red lips that glisten under the dull light in the bedroom like a crude layer of lipgloss. Soobin’s dick twitches at the sight.

“Need you.” Soobin mutters honestly as his hand drops from your chin. You swallow thickly before letting out a small puff in surprise as Soobin swiftly scoots back to lay you flat against the bed. Your stomach flutters as he easily manhandles you in a pliant position he wants to see you in.

“H-Hah..” You exhale shakily as Soobin’s hand runs down your body. His large plans envelope your tits, squeezing and pushing them together under the fabric of your top. He uses his thumbs to rub over the protruding tips, revelling in the way you shiver and bite your lip at the feeling. Your legs greedily rub together, ignoring how your knees knock into his legs and give away what you’re doing.

Wriggling and twisting, you reach after his touch. He curses as his hands trail further down your body until he reaches the hem of your shirt. His head dips as he pushes the material up, lips pressing wet searing kisses to the exposed skin of your torso. When he lifts away to press more, tongue darting to lap at the skin, the cool air causes a nipping sensation that makes your back arch.

Your head falls further back into the pillows as your hands grasp at the sheets. Soobin pushes your shirt up to the point it bunches over the swell of your breasts, pert nipples facing the cool air without much cover. Your legs press together as his head rounds up to the flesh of your tits. His tongue leaves a hot trail of desire, mapping his ministrations as he finally targets your breasts. He swirls the tongue around the perky bud, lips suctioning down as his teeth graze at the sensitive surface. You mewl and yelp as his other hand comes to twist at the neglected nipple.

“A-Ah, Soobin..” You moan wantonly, back arching and twisting. You try to pull away from the pinching of your right nipple but it leads you to push against Soobin’s face causing his teeth to dig into the soft flesh. You hiss and mewl as you feel yourself become more needy at the opposite sensations.

“So needy.” Soobin mumbles around the flesh as he moves to suck the skin just under your areola. You seizes his pinching to lightly roll over the bud with his thumb. You sigh as he separates from your tit with a soft ‘pop!’

The skin presents with a slight red tint. Soobin exhales as he realises the mark will slowly darken over time.

You release your hands from the sheets to weave your fingers into Soobin’s dark strands. He follows your lead until his face connects with your again. Your lips jut into a pout as you motion for him to meet you halfway with another kiss but he stills despite the pull on his hair.

“Jus’ kiss me, already.” You whine, feeling slightly lightheaded by the change in dynamic. Soobin’s lip flips into a smirk at one corner, the expression sends a flutter straight to your cunt. He leans in and presses a soft kiss against your lips.

You relish in the soft kiss. It’s different from what he’s inflicted upon you tonight.

He pulls away softly and his eyes almost seem a little lighter. They’re still clouded with unwavering desire but his expression seems just a fraction smaller.

“..My beautiful baby.” Soobin practically whispers as his eyes take in the features of your face. You turn hot under the appreciation. Soobin presses a soft kiss against your jawline, eyes dazzling with love.

“Soobin..” You whine with embarrassment laced into your words, “Just fuck me already.”

If the room wasn’t hot before it was hot now. As soon as the plea left your mouth Soobin was stripping his shirt and unbuckling his belt. The visual of the taller man sat on his knees above you as his belt clacked and jiggled as he whipped it off and threw the accessory to the side with a metallic thud made your thighs clench. The way his brows furrowed slightly as the belt fumbled a little and the groan of relief once he was able to undo it and throw it to the side made the everyday action just a little hotter.

You shuffle and pull yourself up to fully take off the shirt that was uncomfortably bunched around your chest. Soobin’s eyes shamelessly stare at your tits as they shake a little when you readjust the strands of hair that fell into your face.

“Shit. Baby. Let me eat you out.” Soobin asks as he hurriedly pushes his trousers around his ankles. If you weren’t so turned on you’d probably laugh at how he swears when the material bunches on his thighs and he’s forced to hop off the bed to fully take the denim off. The strain of his cock against the black material of his Calvin Klein’s makes whatever humour die in the back of your head as you zone in on the print.

“Jus’ need you in me.” You reply earnestly. Soobin crawls back on the bed, leaning over you like predator to prey. His eyes meet yours softly, “I’ve been dying to taste you, baby.”

You almost moan at his words. Soobin uses a hand to trace your features with delicate fingers. Your hand raises to softly hold at the hand. Not to stop him but just to simply touch him.

“I just need your cock, ‘Bin.” You say it so easily Soobin feels himself twitch in his underwear. The fingers tracing your lips lead themselves to your lips, slightly pressing down on the pink flesh to open your mouth silently. You let him use you, opening your mouth so he can press down on your tongue.

“Get my fingers wet, my love.” Soobin hums as he zones in on the way your tongue twirls over the long digits. He wills himself to not teasingly press a little deeper. If he was feeling a little meaner maybe he’d see how far he could go before you gag against the prodding digits. He hooks a thumb on your chin so he can rub his pointer and middle fingers against your tongue.

You hum, voice bordering on a whine as your mouth salivates from his actions and face alone. Soobin pulls his fingers away but taps on your lips to tell you to keep your mouth open. You flinch a little when he spits but you can’t help but smile when the droplet of saliva lands on your tongue neatly. He dips his fingers back in to scoop it up and really coat his fingers.

He lets you breathe when he pulls away. You swallow thickly as Soobin shifts his attention to your needy cunt. The cool sensation of his fingers prodding as your hot, gushing pussy is enough to make your eyes roll back. He circles your clit a few times — the way you like — before dipping the tips of his fingers into your needy hole. He glances up to gage your reaction before pushing in his fingers, wiggling a little to ease them in.

“Didn’t even need you to drool all over my fingers.” Soobin laughs a little as your mouth falls open. You let out a breathy exhale as he scissors you open, fingers slowly spreading against your gummy walls to get you used to the feeling.

“Ha-ah, told you I need you.” You retort as your fingers curl against the sheets. Soobin hums and bends his head so he can leave a small kiss at the top of your thigh. The muscle twitches at the sensation but the loving action next to the pumping of his fingers makes your stomach feel warm and fuzzy.

It’s not long before the usual dirty sound of squelching fills the air. Soobin manages to wiggle in a third finger despite your little huffs when it stings as he introduces the third. He hums as he shifts back on his knees so he can use his other hand to circle at your clit.

Your thighs begin to shake a little. Your head lolls back as you whimper. Soobin’s long fingers and strikingly ability to find the spot that makes you see stars is a lethal combo, but one that makes you moan like a bitch in heat.

“Soob, ‘m gonna cum.” You warn. Soobin continues, twisting his fingers just slightly as he rubs a little faster on your clit. You should be embarrassed at the wet sloshing sound that fills the room but you can’t focus on it when the familiar warm tugging sensation starts to pull in your lower stomach.

“Gonna cum for me?” Soobin asks as he looks at your face. Your hair is disheveled from throwing your head back but it falls around your head like a halo. He presses a fingers a little harder against the spongy spot inside your cunt as he continues to coo little praises that makes your walls clench against the fingers.

“Pretty baby.” Soobin cooes as you cum. Your back arches with your pretty tits pointing perkily to the air. Soobin wills himself to not grab at the flesh as he continues to slowly pump his fingers in your squishy walls to help you ride out the orgasm. Your hips chase after the fading sensation before eventually stopping.

Soobin takes the signal to slowly detach his fingers from your cunt. Your pussy clenches as he pulls out.

Your head feels dizzy as you turn your head to look at your boyfriend. He’s slowly peeling the elastic band of his boxers away from his hips. You’d offer to help if you weren’t still a little breathless from whining for Soobin to keep going.

He rolls the material down his thighs. His quads tighten as his hand wraps around the base of his cock. He uses the juices from the hand he used to finger you to spread it across the sensitive skin.

He hisses at the contact. Despite being sexually active Soobin still swears he feels like he could cum from one touch alone as he looks at your body. He feels like a dam teenager who just got their hands on their first porn mag as he drinks in your vulgar position.

“Roll over for me, baby.” Soobin commands. You nod, slowly rolling yourself over so you can plant yourself on your hands and knees. It used to feel embarrassing to present yourself so freely to Soobin but you’ve gotten used to this man and his libido to realise he’s way to horny to care for slight imperfections you’ve decided you’ve got in your head.

Your back arches as Soobin places a palm on the skin of your ass. You feel the bed dip as he shuffles forward, stomach clenching when the head of his cock taps against your weeping hole.

You hear Soobin inhale before pausing. He shifts backwards before a hot, wet trail of liquid meet your puffy lips. The needy moan that erupts from your mouth when you realise Soobin’s spat on you again — specifically your pussy, turns you on immensely.

“Tell me if it hurts.” Soobin comments as he guides his cock with his hand. He use the fleshy tip to spread the wetness over your folds, gathering them on the bulbous tip so it makes it easier for him to press into your fluttering hole.

The hand on the palm of your ass smooths to your lower back. You instinctively arch further into the mattress, proving him a better view of your messy pussy. He groans as he presses in, relishing in the way your wet cunt immediately sucks him in.

The stinging is delicious. The way the tears poke at your eyes as you clench them shut would make Soobin cum on the spot if he could see your face. You press your face into the pillows, gasping as he inches in slowly.

“Doing okay, love?” Soobin asks as he stops halfway. You nod against the pillow, biting your lip to swallow any hisses. The stretch does burn but the reward after is too enticing to stop him. Soobin leans forward a bit, accidentally pushing in more as he tries to catch a glance of your face, “Words, baby.”

“G-Good! Keep going, Soob. Need it bad!” You squeal as he inches in more. Your legs want to flail but you ground yourself by biting at the pillow you’ve forced your head into.

Soobin bottoms out swiftly. The base of his hips sit snug against your ass as he allows you a moment to breathe. The way your walls clench rapidly around his cock makes the hand on your back slip to grab at your waist. He holds the flesh firmly between his fingers.

“‘M gonna cum if you keep doing that.” He confesses breathlessly. You whimper out an apology as you try to calm your racing heart.

“Move. It’s okay.” You give Soobin the green light to move.

He rocks his hips slowly. Your eyes almost roll back at how big he is. Soobin doesn’t seem to understand that he is bigger than average because the amount of times you have to tell him he can’t just jackhammer into you from start to finish is astonishing. He doesn’t seem to understand that you barely squeeze him into your cunt before he’s almost breaking into your cervix. Poor guy just wants to make you feel good.

He sighs, both hands finding home on your hips as he finds his rhythm. His thighs slap against the back of your legs, filling the void silence in the room as he slowly speeds up.

Your legs shake. His stupidly big cock practically abuses your gspot, punching and drilling it stupid. Even at the slower pace the mushroom tip makes your toes curl like you’re about to cum on the spot.

“Faster!” You command greedily as you press your hips against Soobin’s. Soobin takes your word for it as he begins to press harder, transferring his weight to the grip on your hips so he can thrust harder.

The bruising placement of his hands makes your mouth water. The thought of him leaving imprints of his hands on the soft flesh like a silent marking of ‘Soobin was here.’ is dirtily tantalising.

“Always so tight. You sure you can take me?” Soobin muses as he thrusts harder. The sounds filling the room are a perverts fantasy. Between the sound of slick skin slapping, obscene squelching and pornographic moans alongside the softest dirty talk would have any person sweating.

You pant and wriggle, hips pushing back to meet Soobin. The plush of your ass slaps against the skin of Soobin’s hips leaving soft little stings in its wake. He slides a hand from your hip to messily play with your clit. You cry as he punches hastily, the force of his thrusts making his hand slip and pull at the sensitive skin.

“‘M gonna cum!” You warn as Soobin continues to draw messy figure 8’s on your clit. He pants as he chases the orgasm, legs and arms burning as he wills himself to keep going.

The sweat that was building on his hairline falls down his face in small streaks and he groans as he flicks his head back. The strands of his hair stick to the sweaty skin, casting a shadow across his face.

“Go ahead, love. Come.” Soobin keens when you clamp down a little firmer than usual. The spasms of your sensitive walls leads him to a quicker release but he refuses to come before you do.

You yelp as a specifically hard thrust makes your vision dot “Fuck! Mhmph!! Soobin — Ha-ah, shit!”

“You sound like a pornstar.” Soobin manages to speak past the whiny whimper that escaped him when the first spirt of his cum shoots into your walls. He spews apologies when he can’t hold it back, fucking you like a pocket pussy as he chases his relief.

You’re practically melted onto the sheets when you come. Whether it’s from Soobin’s off handed comment or the searing hot feeling of his cum costing your walls, one last clench around his bulbous cock and you’re cumming like a whiny bitch.

Soobin lets you ride it out despite his sensitive nature. The sounds that escape him are more adjacent to his usual tone during sex, soft and needy. The slamming of his hips has slowed to a rocking pace. You both hiss as his sensitive heads prods at your spongy spot.

“You did.. so good for me.” Soobin exhales faintly. He slowly pulls out and your walls clench uncomfortably at the feeling. His hands detach themselves from your body as you fully embrace the soft bedding below you. Getting caught up in the heat of the moment made you forget about how hot you are. The warm flush radiates form your body as you both separate for cool air.

You shift, turning so you can face Soobin. He settles against the pillow next to you, facing the ceiling as he catches his breath.

“What got into you?” You ask with a trace of a laugh. Soobin snickers as he rolls his neck softly. He just shrugs.

then work came.

the inevitable idea of not seeing each other anymore 24/7. every morning you wake up and go to work, and go back home with exhaustion and pass out on your bed. sometimes you can't even remember making your way to your bedroom whenever you pass out in the living room, only to find out xavier is the one carrying you to your bedroom when he brought the topic up during lunch on a weekend.

xavier happens to have a more flexible working schedule than you. when you come back from your workplace, he's already there before you. either you arrive at the apartment to dinner waiting on the table, or you arrive to find him making dinner. on some occasions, rarely, when you're earlier than him, you make sure to do the same, so it doesn't get too one-sided.

until one night came, work was hectic that night that you had to shut your phone so you don't get any distractions from anyone messaging you, unaware of the messages coming from xavier you didn't see on that same night, telling you to eat dinner outside since he couldn't prepare at the apartment. after finishing up paperwork around nine in the evening, you didn't even bother opening your phone again. and because you're too tired to reach your phone from your bag, you accidentally walk into something you shouldn't have witnessed.

the apartment is dark, except for the lights coming from xavier's room that seep through the crack under the door. your face burns in shock when the groans from the other side of the room register in your ears. the sound of his short breaths as he is at the point of falling over.

you don't remember how long you were standing at the main entrance before dragging yourself to your bedroom quietly, having no idea what just happened.

maybe he had a stressful day at work? or something had kept him up that whatever he did was a way to give him relief?

what the hell are you saying?

the more you try to sleep it off, the more your mind wanders to the sounds that escaped his lips. the way he'll lean back on the foot of the bed with one hand gripping the white sheets beside him while the other pumps his cock, desperately catching up to his release with pre-cum already slipping out and spilling from the slit of the head. it drips down around his length and hand, an electric shockwave taking over his body before going still.

you mentally punch yourself in the face. that's not the right thought process that should have gone through.

you try shaking the thought off, but it's already too late when you happen to feel the ache blooming below your stomach. your skin burns at the thought of your roommate carefully slipping between your wet folds. your face flushes and your forehead stains with your sweat as you visualize yourself under that man.

his innocent demeanor completely absent. he looks down at you with no light in his eyes as his large hands fly to your bare skin, touching you everywhere, and his lips pressing sloppy wet kisses on yours.

"fuck." you whimper, imagining his cock burying inside you while setting a brutal and passionate pace of his hips rolling against yours. you imagine wantonly crying out from every thrust of his hips, digging your nails into his back until the scratches burn his skin. you can't help but slowly move your hand down to push your pants down to your ankles before it slips into your underwear.

the soundproofing of the complex is great, and it's what your grandmother recommended before you moved to live here. however, the walls are not that thick inside the apartment, meaning that if one listens carefully, they'd definitely hear whatever is happening on the other side.

remembering that you're just a room away from him, you silence yourself with a palm over your mouth to conceal the noise eliciting from you. you push your underwear farther to the side, feeling the cool air inside your bedroom blowing your exposed skin. the coldness of your fingers meets with your folds that glisten with your wetness, before you push the pads of your fingers as you drag them in a steady circular motion.

within moments, you sink into your indulgence. your breath hitches, biting back a moan as silently as possible while pushing two fingers in and out of you. you close your eyes, the squelches of your digits make you wish how it was xavier's dick thrusting in you with fervor. it's not enough, and you wish the real thing were inside you, taking you. the thought turns you on even more.

"xavier—" you imagine him wanting you to lie on your back as he pounds on you hard, hard that it makes you gasp and leaves you breathless. you want him to spit at you, telling you that you're a naughty girl who touches herself at the thought of him jerking off. you want him to smack your ass so that you moan his name to do it again. you wish that he's murmuring all the nastiest things to your ears, telling you that you feel so good around him, that you're his, and that only he gets to fuck you this good.

something builds up inside you, like a tidal wave is about to crash at any moment. you curl them deeper inside, and you arch your back, losing yourself in your own filthy pleasure that is evident from the way your chest heaves faster erratically, your legs spreading wider, your toes curling, and your hips bucking upwards.

you return to the fantasy of him fucking you with absolute zeal. the way his hips accelerate at a much faster pace than before, and his hot breath fanning your neck, makes you feel dizzy. the way you want to feel his hips stutter as his cum releases inside you until you pass out together. your vision blurs, tears pooling in your eyes in ecstasy.

the incoherent and shaking noises coming out of your lips become a manifestation that the torrent is almost about to arrive, and you frantically quicken the pace of your fingers until something crashes within you. time slows down in a matter of seconds, and trails of unending shockwaves send down your limbs and nerves.

you take a few moments to catch your breath as you stare at the ceiling. you cover your fingers with your wetness as you pull them up to look at it. you dirty the sheets with your orgasm, and now your senses begin to be hyper-aware of your surroundings.

it dawns on you what you've done. you pull yourself up from the mattress to cover your face and utter a muffled scream. you got off to him getting off, and the mere fact that your dirty thoughts pushed past your ego is enough to make you feel absolutely embarrassed.

the apartment has also gone suspiciously quiet after a while. did he hear you? maybe you breathed too loudly? or the bed creaked too much?

your feet have gone ten times lighter when you tiptoe your way to your bedroom door to take a peek outside, the noise coming from his room has died down, and the light that seeps through has dimmed.

you retreat to lie on your bed, tossing and turning for the next few hours. not an ounce of deep slumber has taken over you. from the dark of night, it slowly turns into a shade of blue-orange. the sun shines through your curtains and paints the walls and floor with a hue of brightness. as for you, dark eye bags appear below your eyes, hoping for your boss to maybe give you a day off for only this day, just so you get a good rest.

there's no doubt that she won't give you one, so you sigh, having no choice but to attend another boring work day with all the paperwork you'll have to deal with later.

you drag your body to rinse your face at your connected bathroom before coming out to find xavier making coffee in the kitchen.

okay, calm down. leave whatever happened last night and stay composed.

"good morning. i didn't hear you coming back last night." xavier greets, pouring the hot water into two mugs as he mixes it with a teaspoon. your heart drops in an instant. his eyes fall on you when he turns around, waiting for you to respond.

the sound of the background music of the kahoot plays in your head while you envision two options floating above his head of whether to just confess your sins and crimes before this man or run away from him this second.

confess, you freak! your internal demon voice yells in your ear. no, don't! your internal wailing voice yells in your other ear.

"oh, good morning." with a wave of your hand, you yawn as you move towards the table and take a seat at the far end. "i saw your messages and ate outside. i also walked for a while at the park near the complex before coming back. i think it was around 11? i can't even remember anymore."

no. you masturbated to him masturbating last night. but you're not gonna tell him that. you're never gonna tell a single soul of it. that's the last thing you want to say to him or anyone.

smooth liar, you also thought to yourself. you notice xavier's lips curving before turning back to the counter, still preparing the coffees. as he does, you stare at his back. broad back covered in a black tee, and strong legs wrapped in gray sweatpants.

an imagination flashes in your head of him bending you over that counter, taking you from behind.

you swear you're gonna die right here, right now.

the thought bubble pops when xavier places the mug down on the table before handing it to you. the coffee's steam ascends to your face, and you inhale the scent of the coffee beans mixed with milk and sugar. "thanks, but i didn't get any sleep last night."

"no wonder your eyes are all red. should i get you water instead?" he's about to walk over to the fridge when you stop him. "no, it's okay, actually. i have work today after all. my boss will kill me if she sees me sleeping at work." the response makes xavier chuckle, moving the chair to sit down beside you. the proximity holds you in a chokehold, and you feel your heart's about to drop to your ass at any moment.

as much as you show how much the whole incident doesn't make you awkward, it does, and it's killing you that he's sitting beside you like you didn't just get off thinking of him fucking you like some kind of freak.

maybe you'll consider changing to a different complex before he even gets to figure it out. you'll take it with you to the grave if it means necessary. you shudder at the thought of the consequences, and yet it dawns on you once more that you'll be living with this man for a long while before one of you moves out.

"when do you clock in?" you hear him ask. you turn your head to the clock above the television and see that you still have two hours and thirty minutes to prepare. "before 9, since i still need to get a taxi to get there."

"then i won't take any of your time. i'll be in my room if you need anything." xavier gets up with the mug in his grip and waves his hand in the air, returning to his room and leaving you alone. a big sigh leaves your lips, staring at your coffee that's about to get cold.

another few weeks have passed since the incident, and said incident hasn't left your mind. a guilty pleasure that keeps haunting you when you close your eyes every time the sky darkens. your mind keeps wandering back to that night, and you wish you had opened that door to blow him off, and he takes you there on his bed.

maybe it's your horny thoughts speaking, but you can't stop thinking about it.

you can't stop thinking about xavier.

his presence inside the apartment taunts you. you begin to interpret every move of his actions as something else, something more than what you are to each other. it's not healthy. every time you think of him like this, you feel the aching pressure below, and it's embarrassing that you're feeling this kind of sexual attraction towards a roommate who doesn't even see you in that way.

but you can't help it. you can't help the way your hand dives into your underwear. you can't help the way you push them deep inside that you think of his dick. you can't help the way you feel your orgasm trickling out of you to reach another satisfaction that soon leaves you asking if this is right.

you want him so bad, your desires of wanting him to fuck you rough and hard, your longing for him to hold you in his arms and kiss you.

you're aware that you're the only person in the apartment for the meantime, as xavier had told you beforehand that he'll be out with his colleagues for dinner. that means you can do whatever you want without anyone stopping you, and that includes having to relieve the dampness that you feel between your legs.

it sticks to your underwear as you look to your right to stare at your body pillow. the one that always gives you comfort when sleeping? well, it's about to give you another kind of comfort this time when you ride on it.

you're so lucky you're all alone tonight.

you grab a fistful of the fabric as you swing your leg over it, putting your weight on the soft cushion. give an experimental grind, and you let out a soft moan, falling forward with your elbows steadying on the mattress.

god, how you wish he's looking up under you right now. you wish that every grind of your hips is a low, gentle angelic groan coming out of his mouth. you wish that every grind is his hips bucking up against you to match your energy with his hands gripping tightly on your waist. it makes you throb against the pillow.

this dirty fantasizing turns into a habit you didn't expect to become hooked on. all the wishes of him doing and saying the filthiest things to you is something you didn't expect to become addicted to. you feel so guilty, but in the end, it makes you the most satisfied person in the world.

just as your climax is about to climb up to its peak, there's a knock on your door outside.

shit.

your heart's at your throat, and you immediately pull yourself away from the pillow with an almost silent huff. is he already home? how? how come you didn't hear the door open? maybe that's karma for you, but fuck. there's no way you're opening that door. there's no way you're gonna face him and look him in the eye without acting like everything's normal.

xavier's voice emerges from the other side, calling for your name. it's almost as if he's concerned, as if something happened with you.

yeah, he denied your orgasm, that's what happened! but you don't want to complain to his face about that.

you scurry over to the door to open it ajar while you hold onto the handle tightly. you find him standing there wearing a black blouse and slacks, his expression clearly a face of worry. "xavier? i-i thought you'd be out for a while."

there comes a stutter in your voice. you can't give yourself away now. a lump leaves your throat as you wait for him this time to respond to you.

"sorry if i came back early. i brought take-out since i found out my colleagues planned to go to a nightclub." xavier explains with a hand on his nape, then gestures towards the table where he had already set and prepared the food. "i… didn't want to come along, so i dipped and grabbed take-out instead."

this only proves that he's been here quite some time while you were in your bedroom humping on your pillow like some rabbit on heat. why didn't you hear him from outside? you're so lost in your pleasure that you didn't hear the door open nor him preparing the table. "a-ah… really? color me surprised, then, it's a relief you didn't go. but you're gonna have to wait a bit, i just need to go to the bathroom to freshen up."

"yeah," he breathes out. "no problem."

he looms over your figure, looking down on you with an expression you're sure you saw flicker for a second. since you already excused yourself, you try to close the door to give some privacy to compose and groom yourself before a hand—his hand stops the door from fully closing, and you swallow. hard. you're done for, and there's nothing to get out of this alive. his eyes find yours in the darkness of your room as you both stare at each other for a few seconds.

then his mouth opens, "were you doing something earlier? i heard a lot of…breathing inside."

an arrow shoots down at you. sadly, it's not enough to kill you on the spot, and you wish it did.

also, for a man who respects boundaries, this is the first time he has shown curiosity about what you do in your room. "n-no—i mean yes, i was…i was just exercising." you ramble. with the way you're under pressure, it’s flustering you, rambling to say the first thing that comes to your mind. you know too well he won't believe you, especially that you're in your pajamas.

"…in your pajamas?" it raises his suspicion that something isn't right. the uncertainty in his eyes lingers under the tense atmosphere between you. he already caught you in your lie. "you weren't exercising, were you?" he sees right into the plot hole, and you curse yourself internally.

may the heavens above take you here and now.

playing pretend won't help you, no matter how hard you try to look reasonable in front of him. it's obvious with the way you can't hold your gaze straight, the way your voice falters, and the way your sweat flushes your skin. you've been caught, and you need to tell him the truth. confess, you freak! your demon voice returns to yell in your ears once more before it disappears again, leaving you all alone to handle what's next to come.

"i-if i said yes, will you stop bugging me about it? of course, i was doing something else. you…you just caught me in the middle of something, so if you'll excuse me—"

you try to move his hand away, and the sudden push of the door towards you startles you, stumbling backward.

"i didn't say you can close the door on me."

you watch something switch in him. his voice is still gentle, yet the way he moves is someone else. and not gonna lie, it was slightly turning you on. xavier takes a step towards you, one at a time, towering over your figure until you feel the back of your knees hitting the bed and fall behind, your butt landing on the soft mattress.

"x-xavier, what's going on with you—"

"tell me what you were doing." he cages you in between his legs as he looks down at you with an intent to divulge your secrets. it's the first time you're watching him becoming into another man in real time. it's neither playful nor tender. that innocent demeanor shifts into something darker, and you cannot seem to gather your words in front of him.

"x-xavier, for…for a man like you, you shouldn't be i-insistent on knowing what i do behind…closed doors."

"and you think i don't know what you do behind closed doors? you think i didn't hear you touching yourself, thinking about me that night? the following nights? you tried so hard to keep quiet, but the second that mouth of yours betrays you, i—i tried to be the good man here, but the way you say my name that you want me…it's driving me insane. you drive me insane. now you can't look at me because i already knew from the very beginning."

how his words silence you in a matter of seconds that you can't even look at him anymore. your face is red with embarrassment and humiliation, yet the adrenaline creeps up in your nerves with the anticipation and idea that fantasy and reality are finally merging together. the xavier you’re fantasizing slowly mirrors the xavier in front of you. his fingers capture your chin, lifting it up to lock your eyes in his.

the light in his eyes is gone.

it's undressing you bare, and you feel fire igniting straight to your core.

never mind moving out if he finds out.

you want him so bad.

"show me how you did it."

"w-what—"

"touch yourself for me."

he pulls his hand away from you, moving away to walk to your vanity table. he grabs the chair away from the table and places it in front of your bed before taking a seat on it. his arms cross against his chest as he stares at you with hunger in his eyes.

"come on, you don't want your audience to wait, am i right?"

you're about to get fucked.

next part ›