โDone with me, huh ?โ ExBoyfriendJungkook gruffs against your lips. The flavor of mint and some berry-flavored candy mixed with the scent of his cologne was intoxicating. He rolled his hips against you, spreading your walls with inch after delicious inch that you would never admit you missed. At least not out loud. You only moaned for him as he fucked you harder, chuckling darkly before repeating the rhetorical question.
There was a sinister grin in his tone that made the brat in you want to reel back and slap the smug bastard across the face for toying with you.
For having the audacity to say such a thing considering you told him you were done more than once. That you didn't want to see his stupid face ever again and not to call you anymore.
For him showing up to your door anyway with some lame excuse involving needing to make sure heโd cleared everything that was his out of your apartment.
For you being dumb enough to let him in, falling into those dream boat doe eyes and pigmented tattoos.
You felt like you had a million reasons to palm the side of his face, but it was a shame that you couldnt. The way that he held both of your wrists above your head in his less dominant hand ensured that.
Your ex pinned you to the couch underneath his lean muscular body, your shirt carelessly pushed up, the cups of your bra haphazardly pulled down just enough for him to tease your nipples several minutes ago. It was like a dream the way one moment you were fully clothes, mouthing off to him after heโd asked you a personal question, then his tongue was suddenly in your mouth and your hands were yanking at his zipper.
Typical.
Jungkook pulled back from smothering your lips with his to watch as your tits bounced to the pace of him fucking you. He had the nerve to look this good, his abs contracting as he curved his core effortlessly. His tip kisses your cervix in a particular way that makes you shiver, and your teary eyes burned with frustration at his fucked out expression.
Why did he have to be so beautiful?
โI hate you.โ you grit your teeth to say, your jaw dropping and eyes rolling back shortly after Jungkook makes it his goal to overstimulate that rigid spot deep inside of you.
โOh fuck!โ you cry out, attempting to yank your trapped arms from under his hold. Too bad all that muscle wasnt just for show.
The pierced corner of his lips perked up in a parted smirk at the sound of your broken moans, dropping his gaze to where his dick impaled you.
โYou sure? Doesnt seem like you hate me..โ he mutters breathily. Most likely referring to the creamy band gathering at the base of him with every heart-throbbing stroke. You were sure you came once or twice, the overwhelming pressure of him fucking into you raw never letting up.
All you could manage was a pathetic whimper in response, all the bitterness and resentment for your insistent ex seeming to have faded in favor of desire and pleasure.
You mind told you this meant nothing. Just as the last time didnt. But your body trumped all that didnt involve keeping Jungkook as close as humanly possible.
โAhโshit..โ you hear him hiss when your abrupt orgasm has you damn near squeezing the life from his dick. At that point, he releases your wrists and leans forward to press his forehead against yours. Both of his hands rush to the back of your thighs to push them back, holding you in a mating press that takes your breath away.
โYou dont hate me. And you're not fucking done. This pussy is mine, you understand?โ
Every pretty word felt like gasoline poured onto the fire in your core. Your pussy fluttered around his thick length as did your eyes. Jungkook fucked you so deep that you hiccuped against his lips, failing to hold onto your sanity.
โAnd this dick belongs to you baby. Nobody else has me. Nobody has my heart. We cant be done. I need you so fucking bad..God, you feel so good. So fucking beautiful..โ
He upped his pace and grew less rhythmic with each passing second. His voice was hoarse and his groans staccato to an octave that told you he was about to cum.
โSo perfect for me, baby. Tell me you love me..โ he demands and you sob the words compliantly.
โI love you..Jungkook--fuck, I love you..โ
His hips snap into you faster ans harder as he pushed himself up, using your thighs as leverage. Jungkookโs brow pinched ans his jaw dropped at the sight of your swollen folds swallowing his dick, your entrance ans his shaft glistening with your cum. Your untouches clit begged for his attention ans Jungkook thoughtlessly lets a thick drop of saliva fall from his mouth, his immpecable aim landing it right on your bud. He unhands your thigh to run his fingers over it quickly, making a high pitched whine jut from your lips.
โCum for me then. Cum on this fucking dick. One more baby, one more more.โ he begged as his fingers and strokes hastened both of you toward the edge of bliss.
Your arms remained over your head, your hands gripping the couch cushion under you for support. You blinked through the tears staining your face to take in the view of your ex destroying you. His disheveled raven hair, spiked and sticking to his forehead from sweat. His sculpted upper body, shadowed attractively by the singular lamp in the corner of your living room. His pink kiss burned lips that shined and remained parted as he panted. His eyes that begged yours for something only you could give.
The sight of him alone was enough to snap the chord in your belly. His name was called to the heavens as your back arches from the couch. Jungkook slips his free hand under you for support, his fingers steadily strumming over your clit while you gushed your nectar all over him.
โThatโs it beautiful, there you go. Fuck, I love you..cum, baby. Thatโs it..โ he urged you as your body shook and tensed under the intensity of your release. Jungkook rode your wave as best as he could before he too gave in. He stops rubbing your clit and pulls out at the last possible second to jerk his vieny shaft frantically. His swollen bulbous tip shoots hot white spurts of seed over over your quivering labia. His body caves in on its self, squeezing your waist while his other hand continues to stroke himself. He milked every drop from his weeping tip, leaving massive creamy load of cum to paint the area between your naval and pussy lips.
If you didnt know any better, you would believe that the amount of cum cooling on your skin meant that he was extremely backed up. That he truly misses you as much as he claimed he did. That heโd been with no one else in the weeks you and him had been apart.
Even as he cleaned you up and kissed your shoulders lovingly, nestling behind you on the couch you two had just ruined together, you wanted to believe that he meant what he said. That no one else had him the way you did and that he needed you.
But the stubborn part of you, the part that should have slapped him and left him blinking dazedly with his palm cupping his cheek on your door step...
The part of you that knew beyond his pretty words and mind numbing sex..
That part of you knew Jungkook was no good for you.
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synopsisโฆ brotherโs best friend taesan headcanons!
content warningsโฆ leehan is your brother. manipulative asshole taesan is back. age gap (unspecified, but itโs there). coercion/blackmail. oral (m. rec). nonconsensual filming. loss of virginity. unprotected sex (always be safe!). sneaky sex. degradation. dacryphilia.
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a letter from dove!โฆ holy shit itโs been a while since iโve dropped a post my bad yโall ๐ญ also this was a request, i hope itโs good. my brain feels scrambled so iโm sorry if itโs not. enjoy โค๏ธ
brotherโs best friend!taesan who youโve known since you were nine, when he first moved into the house across the street from you and your brother leehan.
brotherโs best friend!taesan who only started to pay attention to you when he noticed how easily you cry. heโd pull your hair, tease you, trip youโanything to get you to cry, just so he could laugh at you for being so sensitive.
brotherโs best friend!taesan who didnโt get any nicer as you got older. every time youโd start to tear up, heโd say โyouโre still such a crybaby.โ
brotherโs best friend!taesan who knows that, despite everything heโs ever done to you, you still have feelings for him.๊
โare you a masochist or something?โ taesan asks, arms folded and head tilted to one side as he stands over you while you sit on the edge of your bed, staring up at him. you hate how much it makes you feel like a little girl again.
โwhat? of course not.โ you donโt know why the question makes you so defensive, or why taesan seems to amused by your answer.
keep reading for more! ๊
he reaches his hand forward to wrap it around your throat, and your breath hitches.
โyouโre lying,โ he mumbles. โi know how you feel about me. iโve been reading your diary since we were in high school. youโd have to have some sort of humiliation kink to actually want me after everything.โ
shit. you wondered what was going on every time you โlostโ your diary. you thought you were either overlooking it or just misplaced it or something, because it always ended up back in your room eventually, but you had no idea taesan was the reason behind it. to think that heโs read about all your secrets, your fantasies, your hormonal ramblings.
you scoff, trying to appear less nervous than you really feel. โso what?โ
โso,โ taesan starts. โsuck my dick. you know you want to.โ
โwhat?!โ in response to your outburst, taesan laughsโthat same mocking, cruel laughter youโve always come to associate him with. โno, taesan. i donโt want that.โ
โof course you do. you wrote it in your diary. on four separate occasions, too. obviously youโre curious.โ
you are curious, and thatโs the worst part. youโve always wanted to know. to touch and taste and feel. and you know you shouldnโt, deep down, because you know the kind of person taesan is. you should say no. you should tell him to get there fuck out of your room, and out of your life.
and maybe you are a masochist, because you donโt say any of that.
brotherโs best friend!taesan who records you as you get down on your knees and choke on his dick. you didnโt knowโnot at first. and when you do find out and question him about it, heโs as flippant as usual, saying things like โof course i recorded it.โ and โi needed something to masturbate to later.โ
brotherโs best friend!taesan who tells you to take your clothes off for him. itโs not a choice, either. you either do what he says, or heโll send the video to everyone you know.
brotherโs best friend!taesan who ends up being the one to take your virginity after all. ๊
you wanted this, technically.
youโd always imagined what it would be like to lose your virginity to taesan. you fantasized about it so many times, imagining that heโd lay you down, take his time with you, hold your hand and tell you how pretty you were. he was always so much nicer in your head. the taesan you knew wouldnโt ever do any of that.
โstop being so fucking loud,โ he panted, pushing your head deeper into the pillow, drowning out the sounds of your moans and cries as he pounded into your sopping pussy. you were driving him crazyโhe doesnโt think heโs ever fucked anyone so tight and wet before. you were practically sucking him in.
if only you werenโt soโฆ loud. taesan didnโt want your family to wake up and catch him like this. not with you.
nothing you attempt to say comes out coherent enough for him to hear through your muffled cries of pleasure, and it only inflates his ego that much more. โawww,โ he coos, condescending as ever. โyouโre such a stupid slut. all it takes to make you dumb is a little bit of cock? god, i couldโve shut you up ages ago.โ
and youโre not sure when, but at some point, you started to cry, your tears drenching your pillow as they flow continuously from your eyes. taesan can hear your sobs, faintly, and he tips his head back, a shiver of pleasure wracking his whole body.
brotherโs best friend!taesan who doesnโt warn you when heโs about to cum. you only know that he finishes when you feel it leaking out of you, which he then tells you to clean up yourself.
brotherโs best friend!taesan who goes back to ignoring you after everything, because thereโs nothing left for him to take. just like that, you go back to being that annoying, sensitive ittle girl he wants nothing to do with.
Niki loves using you like this, loves how you sink down on him.
The sheer heat of you wrapped tight around his cock after too damn long apart damn near steals his breath. Heโd been starved for the feel of you, that slick, snug clutch only your body gives him, and now youโre straddling his lap, riding him deep and slow, your thighs trembling against his hips.
His big hands grip your ass hard, fingers digging into the soft flesh, guiding your movements. He lifts you just enough to feel the delicious drag of him pulling out, then shoves you back down, burying himself to the hilt with a groan that vibrates through both of you. Jesus. The wet, hot velvet of your cunt swallows him whole every time.
"Look at you," he rasps. His eyes are locked on yours, burning with a hunger that makes your belly clench tight around him. "Taking me so deep, pretty girl. You feel that? All of meโฆ right where I belong."
He helps you lift, then slams your hips back down, forcing a high, broken whine from your throat. "Yeahโฆ just like that. Fucking beautiful."
His thumbs press into the base of your spine, pushing you into a faster rhythm. "So damn good for me. Squeezing me just right. My good girl." Every word is a low rumble against your skin, feeding the fire coiling low in your belly.
Youโre a moaning mess, head thrown back, breasts bouncing with each rough descent onto his thick cock.
The pleasure builds fast, too fast, a tidal wave cresting inside you. You sob his name, your fingers digging into his shoulders. "Nikiโฆ Godโฆ itโs too muchโฆ feels too goodโฆ" Your voice is a ragged plea, trembling on the edge of surrender.
His grip tightens impossibly on your ass, fingers biting into flesh. "Too much?" he growls, bucking his hips up to meet your next downward plunge, hitting a spot deep inside that makes stars burst behind your eyelids.
โNo, baby. You can take it. You love it. Feel how your greedy little cunt sucks me back in?" He starts moving up harder, faster, his hands controlling your body completely now, slamming you down onto his driving cock with relentless force. "My perfect little fuck toy," he breathes against your ear, the words hot. "Made just for this cock."
The intensity is shattering. Tears well up in your eyes, spilling over your cheeksโtears of pure, overwhelming sensation.
Niki sees them glistening in the low light. With a rough sound caught between a groan and a growl, he surges up, capturing a salty drop with the swipe of his tongue against your cheekbone.
The gesture is shockingly tender against the brutal rhythm of his hips pounding into you.
"Thatโs it," he murmurs, licking away another tear, his breath hot on your damp skin. "Give it all to me.โ
He doesnโt slow down. He drives harder, deeper, each powerful thrust bottoming out inside you, stretching you impossibly full, the wet slap of skin on skin filling the room alongside your choked cries and his ragged breaths.
A deep tears from his chest as he locks one arm like an iron bar across your lower back and the other hand grips your waist hard enough to bruise.
โGonna fill you up," he moans, the words desperate. "Mark you deep inside." You feel him swell, pulse, then erupt. Hot jets of his cum flood you.
At the same moment, his teeth sink hard into the tender curve where your neck meets your shoulderโa sharp bite that sends a jolt of pure electric shock straight to your clit.
He holds you there, pinned by his teeth and his cock as he empties himself into your clenching pussy, his entire body rigid with the force of his release. His low moan vibrates against your neck, a sound of utter satisfaction as he fills you with everything he has.
im sO looking forward to seeing you write again!! something thats been stuck in my head lately is shotgunning w nicholas ๐ซ ๐ซ the thought of a friendly little smoking session turning into a heated make out is making me SICK ๐ตโ๐ซ๐ตโ๐ซ need to hump his thigh until im crying out of frustration tbh ๐ซฃ๐ซฃ no bc putting into words how badly i want this man would create a new sin in the bible ngl
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pairings: nicholas wang x f! reader
warnings: drugs + dryhumping + dacryphilia
๐: ur brain is so yum, iโm sick!!! i love the thought of mean dom nicho so much ๐
okay but smoking for the first time with nicholas ๐ตโ๐ซ youโre a little clueless โnd coughs wrack your body, feeling embarrassed by how intently heโs watching you and shrinking under his gaze. but heโs not doing it to be mean, itโs because heโs mesmerized by the sight of your lips wrapped around the blunt and how pretty you look, eyes glossy and a dopey little smile on your face as the weed affects you. and yeah, he feels a little bad so he decides to help you out, definitely for your benefit and absolutely not because he wants to kiss you.
โcโmere, pretty girl,โ he says, seating you on his lap, placing a knee between your thighs. โlet me help you.โ
nicho takes the blunt from you, ashing it before taking a hit and placing a hand on your cheek, tapping your bottom lip with his thumb as a sign to get you to open up for him. โbe a good girl โn make sure to inhale for me sweetheart.โ he states, voice low and raspy.
he takes a hit and your eyes widen as his face comes impossibly close, blowing the smoke into your open mouth while you do your best to inhale, squeezing his shoulders in an attempt to ground yourself.
he does it a couple more times, taking pleasure in how flustered you look and the needier you get, biting back a smirk when you subconsciously grind back and forth on his thigh, quiet moans like music to his ears when his jeans catch your clit just right.
youโre so gone n so needy, you canโt stop tears from welling up in your eyes, peering up at nicholas through wet lashes with a sweet little pout adorning your face. he wants to help you out but heโs enjoying the show, flexing his thigh at times just to hear you gasp n moan, so close to reaching your orgasm but โs just not enough, unwillingly edging yourself the more you rut against him.
Synopsis: You knew the moment Niki texted you back at one in the morning to come pick up your stuff, that it would end up like this.
Genre: angst, psychological, smut (soft core)
Pairing: Niki x Reader
Warnings: toxic relationship, manipulative bf, emotional manipulation, mind games, power play, gaslighting, sex as a form of manipulation
Authorโs notes: friends, trigger tf warning: Nikiโs a mean, mean man in this fic. if youโve dealt with and/or are dealing with a toxic partner and youโre still traumatized I probably wouldnโt read this. I wrote this and even I was a lil triggert. That said, happy gooning!
Word Count: 1.7k
MDNI 18+
You knew the moment Niki texted you back at one in the morning to come pick up your stuff, that it would end up like this. Not with dignity, not with closure, but like thisโfolded on his couch, legs on his shoulders, apologizing to him...again.
You're not even sure how it always happens.
You always show up to his place steeled and justifiably angry, then Niki stands too close, looking too good, smelling even better, calling you baby in that low drag that fogs your brain and makes your heart stutter. Then, someway, somehow, Niki gets what he wants.
He always does.
Maybe it's the way he drops his voice an octave when he's 'explaining himself,' like he already knows you're going to concede.
Maybe it's the way he touches you, rubbing slow circles on your hips, coaxing you to believe the fight was an overreaction, the betrayal just a hiccupโsomething you're too strong, too smart to 'let ruin everything.'
Maybe it's the way your heart twists to believe him, telling yourself it's just a mistake, just a stepping stone, just one last time, and that if you let it go, things will be better. Stronger. Fixed.
Whatever it is, it works.
Because you always tell yourself you won't actually go inside. That you'll just grab your stuff at the door and leave. That you won't let him talk you onto your back, or your knees, or whatever position he's decided counts as an apology that night.
But you fail every time because Niki's persuasive, but only in the worst ways. Because this is the only way he knows how to apologize. Or the only way he's willing to anyway.
Niki knows you too well. He knows you don't actually want to leave; you just want him to give you a reason to stay. You want him to want you. To chase you. To choose you.
You want the illusion that he needs you. Proof that his cheating isn't a verdict on your worth but just another lapse in judgment, a stupid habit you're both supposed to outgrow together on the way to your imagined happily ever after.
And he uses that. He turns your need for reassurance into a leash, tugging only when you start drifting too far. He tosses you bits of remorse to reset your hope, trains you with just enough softness to make you stay.
Not because he means it, but because he's learned it's the simplest way to reel you back in every time.
It's almost effortless at this point. Sometimes Niki can't help but roll his eyes at how easily you let him back in. He never needs grand gestures or big declarations with youโjust an opportunity, a few words, and a heated look, then you're right where he wants you, pliable and predictable as ever.
All he has to do is make sure he's showing enough skin when you comeโa nice fitted tank that clings to every line of his abdomen, and those loose, grey sweatpants that leave nothing to the imaginationโjust enough to short circuit that little spark of resolve you try to walk in with.
And all he needs is a couple shots to drop his voice into that slow baritone you never think straight around. So when he steps close and asks where you want itโit's lazy and low enough to tilt your brain off its axis and make you wonder if he means his dick, his mouth, or that useless little box he set out as bait to get you here.
You don't know this, of course, but he never really unpacks the box. Not unless you're coming over. Then he'll spread things out just enough to seem settled. After you leave, it all goes right back in.
It makes it easier to keep track of and move all your shit once you're gone, so when other girls come over, no one accidentally finds anything to interrogate him about.
But it works well for nights like this too, when you show up all teary eyed and willing to be fooled. When he passes you the box, but still keeps a firm hold on it so you'll look at him all doe eyed and confused, already softening.
You do it every time. Right before you let him toss it aside and hug you...then kiss you...then lay you across whatever surface will let him make you forget that you ever called him a lying, cheating bastard.
He wasn't even really thinking about it the first time heย tried to soothe you with sex. He panicked. You were crying, arguing, connecting one too many dots, and he needed that to stop.
He only apologized through it to kill two birds with one stone, so he wouldn't have to deliver some bullshit monologue later, once the post nut clarity kicked in and reminded him he honestly couldn't give less of a fuck if you wanted to dump him over another girl or not.
So when you start apologizing to him five minutes inโvoice breaking, logic goneโhe's genuinely surprised. Then later, impressed. Ever since then, he's kept the same method:
apologize just enough to keep you from leaving, and fuck you hard enough to keep you from thinking.
And it always works.
Because of that, Niki has a working theory that all girls' common sense is stored somewhere near their g-spots, and if you hit it just right, it scrambles their logic like an internal reset button.
He's convinced he's rightโif you and that girl from his psychology class are anything to go by.
Sometimes Niki genuinely feels sorry for you.
Not in a remorseful way. Just in that pitying way he gets when you make things too easy. Sometimes, when you've cried yourself out in his arms, he wonders if he'd be this gullible if he were a girl; if softness would hit him as stupidly hard as it hits you.
But then he remembers he's not some love sick dummy with no boundaries and even lower self esteem.
Speaking of...
"Fuck you."
You say it through gritted teeth, eyes shut tight, as Niki pants above you, hips still rolling.
"I know..." he coos.
Your voice is raw, and your eyes are rimmed red from crying earlier, but heโs looking down at you with the softest, most effortless smile because he knows you donโt mean it. He knows heโs got you right where he wants you.
"You're an awful person," you choke, struggling to even breathe.
"I know..." he says, then he kisses the calf of the leg slung over his shoulder. "I know, baby."
He grinds into you hard, pushing until youโre pressed together pelvis to pelvis, until the angle steals your breath and has you clutching the armrest, gasping, โoh my god!โ
Your other hand shoots to his hip for purchase. Niki swats it away gently before sliding a hand up to cradle your cheek, pressing his forehead to yours. He needs you overwhelmedโfull of himโfor what heโs about to say to actually land.
"Look at me,โ he whispers softly, and your eyes snap open, meeting his gaze with that vulnerable expression Niki can't help but exploit. "I'm sorry, okay..."
He leans in and whispers it into your open mouth, warm and convincing, letting it slide down your throat and wrap around your heart. You nod against him and Niki has to bite back a laugh.
"You know I love you, right?" He asks, hips still rolling slowly.
You nod again, and this time he nods with you, practically controlling the movement.
"Good. Cause I do. So...fucking...much."
He punctuates each word with a slow, deep thrust, driving them in like nails so you'll never forget. So you'll never get them out. So even when he screws up againโwhich he willโyou'll forgive him anyway, because he's lodged those words deep inside you, in a way only he can.
You moan in time with him, fingers clawing at the couch so hard it tears a little at the seam. You don't notice because your eyes are squeezed shut again, shutting out the world, shutting out reason. Exactly how Niki wants you.
Because this is when you're easiest to steer, when you're blind, off balance, and soft enough to mold.
Anything he says now will slip straight past your defenses and take root where it'll hurt to pull out later. So he goes for the jugular. He chooses the words he knows will linger long after he doesn't deserve them.
"Tell me you love me..."
And you do.
Of course you do. You don't just say it, you choke on it. The words spill out of you in that soft, eager way he's come to expect: automatic, unguarded, and mindless.
He picks up the pace just enough to make your voice crack, pressing you to keep going. To say it again. And again. And again.
And you keep repeating it, louder and louder, until the words tumble out on their own, raw and frantic, stripped of every ounce of caution you walked in with.
Your hands find his face, shaky and searching for a reassurance he has no intention of giving. Instead, he leans in and kisses you, slow, deep, and dirty. Tongue laving over yours like he means every soft sound he pours into your mouth.
It's the kind of kiss that feels like safety to girls like you. Like something real. It unravels you. He's sure whatever hurt you came in with feels far away and half imagined by now.
By the time he pulls back, you're already whispering into his mouth, dazed and pliant:
"I'm sorry, baby. I'm so sorry," you whimper. "I love you. I love you, I love youโ"
That's all Niki needs to hear to wrap up the charade. He moves with a purpose now, fucking you hard and fast. Not because he's overwhelmed by the confession, but because he's accomplished his goal. Heโs succeeded in talkingโor rather fuckingโyou off the ledge once again.
You come like that. Hands wrapped around his biceps, mind wrapped around his finger, still whispering you love him, still clinging like any of this means something.
And Niki just watches, breathing hard, looking down at you with that familiar mix of pity and amusementโand he thinks to himself...
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IN WHICH you two get over your hard feelings.
WARNINGS โ smut . angst . fluff ending . enemies w benefits . implied sex . pet names (baby) . fingering . oral (both receiving) . edging . mature language . not extremely proofread . ending kinda rushed ?
A/N โ this mainly takes place in s4 BUT I WILL WRITE FOR S5 AT SOME POINT also I know this is smut AND I do want to write a fluff fic for mike or someone but I fear the next mike fic is also smut cause I already started it and I canโt go back
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The first time it ever happened was a complete surprise to the both of you.
Your hands grasped the back of the couch with such force, your knuckles turned white. He had you bent over the couch, fucking you from behind.
โMmph!โ You cried, squirming beneath him.
Every moan and whine you released was suppressed by his hand. Meanwhile, his other hand was digging into the soft skin of your hip, pulling you back against him.
You still remember that night like it was yesterday. It was a complete accident, but you would do it again, over and over without a doubt.
It only happened because you went back to Mikeโs house after Dustin and Lucas had left because you realized you forgot your jacket when you were biking home with them.
โMove, Wheeler.โ You huffed, standing in front of him at his basement door impatiently.
He reciprocated annoyance, โIn case you forgot, this is my house. Why did you come back anyway?โ
You had a bored expression plastered all over your face, โIโm back because I forgot my jacket.โ
Mike turned his head to glance inside the basement. He mustโve spotted it because he stopped looking around and stared back at you.
โCan you give it to me if you arenโt gonna let me in?โ You ask, but the request sounded as rude as things between you two always did.
Mike kept his eyes on you a second longer, squinting at you before his lips curled up just a bit. Before you could process, the door was slammed in your face.
Your jaw slacked in utter disbelief, โDude!โ You brought your fist up to the door a hit it repeatedly, hoping your attempts would get him to open the door.
You rolled your eyes as you crossed your arms, โAsshole.โ You looked around, trying to think of how you could get in.
Minutes later, you knocked again, this time on the front door. Mikeโs mother opened the door.
โOh,โ She smiled, โCan I help you?โ
Your voice was sweet as you smiled back at her, โYes, is.. is Mike home?โ You asked.
The woman looked a bit surprised, but the smile remained, โYeah, he is. Here, come in.โ She stood back.
โThank you, Mrs. Wheeler.โ You said gratefully, walking past her and towards the basement.
When you made it down the steps, Mikes attention was on you. โWoah, woah, woah, hold on.โ He stood up from the couch, walking in front of you in efforts to stop you from coming any further into the room. โHow did you get in here?โ
You shot him a mocking look, knowing you still got inside even though he didnโt want you to, โYour mother was very accommodating.โ
Mike groaned, but when you tried to walk past again, he grabbed your shoulder to stop you.
You looked at him, your brows furrowed. You were both so heated, breathing so heavily that you could feel the brush of his breath against your skin. You hadnโt realized how close you stood to him either.
โWhy would you go to my front door?โ He sounded beyond annoyed. โNow my mom is gonna ask me a ton of questions about you.โ
โYou wouldnโt let me in, idiot. So that isnโt my fault. And, how else was I going to get my jacket?โ Mikeโs hand was still on your shoulder, the touch burning through the fabric of your shirt.
โMaybe if you had asked nicely I would have given it back.โ He answered. โBut, I guess I shouldnโt have expected you to do that. That seems to be impossible for you.โ He bit out.
Your brows furrowed even more. Your blood boiled, causing you to scoff and push against his chest. The sudden action had him stumbling back a bit.
โWhen has being nice ever gotten us anywhere?โ You moved towards the couch again for your jacket, brushing past him again. โAlso, you started it, all of thisโโ
You almost made it to the couch before Mike grabbed your wrist, spinning you around to face him. Your eyes went a tad bit wider in surprise, looking up into his eyes while your chest heaved with emotion.
Before you knew it, his opposite hand cupped the back of your head and his lips were on yours. You froze, stunned, but then you slowly eased into kissing him back.
The longer the kiss lasted, the more you got into it, and so did Mike. He let go of your wrist and moved his hand to your backโ
โY/N!โ Dustin caught your attention, slamming his tray down in front of you. You had been spaced out sitting at the lunch table. Lucas followed suit, sitting down to your right.
โHm?โ You hummed in response, looking down at your own tray and grabbing a carrot. Another tray plopped down on the table diagonal from you, next to dustin.
You didnโt need to look up to know who it was.
โYou have to settle something for us.โ Dustin glanced at Lucas.
โCome on man, sheโs not going to agree with you.โ Lucas said, feeling confident that he was correct.
You looked up at Dustin, taking a bite of your carrot. Even though you didnโt need to look, you did. Mike was already looking at you. Your cheeks flushed pink as you quickly adverted your gaze at your curly haired friend again.
Since that night, you guys have slept together a couple times. You guys made an agreement that there wouldnโt be any strings, no falling in love or anything like that.
Of course, you agreed. The sex was too good. Somehow hating the person only makes it ten times better. You also did think Mike was attractive, in his own nerdy way, even if you wanted to slap him sometimes.
โOkay,โ Dustin held up his hands in dramatics. โLucas,โ he gestured to him, โThinks that girls like athletes more.โ Dustin paused and gestured to himself, โBut I think they like their men smart, yโknow, nerdy.โ
You chuckled, Lucasโs jaw dropping just a bit, โHey! Athletes are smart too!โ
Dustin looked at Lucas with his eyes squinted and brows drawn, giving him a look that had doubt all over it.
You thought about it before answering, โI think it depends on preference. If I had to choose, Iโd probably pick nerdy. But, if weโre talking about this school? Athletes.โ
You looked at Mike, the two boys breaking out in a taunting โI told you so.โ Mikeโs gaze drifted between your eyes and your lips. His Adamโs apple bobbed in his throat before he looked away, you wouldnโt swear by it but he almost looked nervous. He never looked like that around you. It was always annoyance and anger.
Lucas pointed at Dustin, โHa! I told you!โ
Dustin shook his head, trying to get over his losses, โI really thought thatโโ
Mike spoke up for the first time since he got to the table, โWait, what? Why didnโt I get a vote?โ He asked, feigning offense.
Lucan and Dustin exchanged glances before turning to Mike in unison. They looked confused like they were wondering why Mike bothered to ask.
โDude, you donโtโโ
โWell, I mean, youโโ
Mike looked between the two as they stopped talking and faced each other like they were trying to decide who should say it.
Dustin decided to speak for the both of them, turning and placing a hand on Mikeโs shoulder in attempts to soften the blow, to comfort him. โYou donโt talk to girls.โ
Mikes eyes squinted partially with his brows furrowed together at Dustin in literal offense this time. โWhat?โ He spoke, his voice higher.
Suddenly, you burst out laughing at the scene in front of you. Mike hasnโt really been seen with any girls, but you thought it was funny that they were genuinely acting like Mike hasnโt so much as felt the touch of a woman before. They had no idea what you and him did behind closed doors.
Mike looked at you with the irritated face you havenโt seen in a hot minute, you almost missed it. Even with him looking at you like that, you couldnโt stop laughing. Dustin and Lucas started to chuckle too as you placed a hand over your mouth to no avail.
โSeriously, guys?โ Mike sighed.
You calmed down your laughter, โSorry, sorry. That was rude.โ You were just messing with him at this point, โCome on guys, Mike definitely talks to girls.โ
Mike looked at you, practically seething at your obvious teasing. Meanwhile, Dustin and Lucas were also trying to contain their laughs.
You met Mikeโs eyes and cocked your head, โIโve just been hearing so many girls swoon over him.โ You paused and flashed him a forged sympathetic look, โMust be really tough, huh? So many options.โ
You sat up straight after you were done, looking down at your tray to grab another carrot. Mike didnโt say anything in retaliation, surprisingly. So, you mustโve struck a nerve. His jaw was tense and suddenly the table felt extremely awkward. Dustin and Lucas were no longer trying to contain themselves, instead, they were looking between you and Mike.
You looked up at the three of them, โUm..โ You mumbled.
Mike glanced at you with a dangerous glint in his eyes before he got up and left the table with his tray without a word. Lunch was almost over, so it didnโt really matter that much.
Dustin was the first to break the silence, โThat was weird.โ He said, grabbing an item from his tray before facing you again, โAnyways.. I was talking to Lucas about..โ
You were listening, but you partially tuned him out.
Why did he leave like that? I guess what I said was rude, but we always teased each other like that. I mean, he would do the same thing to me, itโs what we do.
You didnโt see Mike for the rest of the day, which wasnโt abnormal because you have no classes with him in the afternoon. When school let out you got home as soon as you could and went straight to your room, putting down your bag and plopping down on the bed with a huff.
You were thinking about what happened at lunch in your head over and over, but then you were suddenly taken away from your thoughts by the phone ringing from your bedside table. You sat up and looked at before cautiously picking it up.
โHello?โ You spoke into the phone only to get silence from the other side.
After a long moment, the other person finally spoke, โCan you come over?โ It was Mike. His voice didnโt give off much of anything, he sounded a little grumbly though.
โMike?โ
โWere you expecting someone else?โ
You were quiet for a second, decided which way to play it. โWhat if I was?โ
He also went quiet. Then he spoke, โAm I supposed to care?โ He paused, then quieter, โWere you?โ
You held back a chuckle, โNo, I wasnโt.โ You responded, a smile on your lips, โBut, now?โ You asked, following up his first question.
โYeah.โ He answered simply.
โI guess I can. Why?โ You had a feeling you knew why, but it wouldnโt make sense. You thought he was unbelievably mad at you.
โDonโt worry about it, N/N.โ Mike sighed, โJust hurry.โ
Before you could respond, he hung up. You put the phone down and looked at your wall in front of you for a moment, composing yourself. Then, you stood up and made sure you had your house keys before you left your house and went down the road.
Mikeโs house wasnโt really that far from yours, it was few blocks down from yours, but it was still nearby. You walked a tad bit faster than normal, since he told you to hurry.
When his house was in view you made your way around to the back. Mike always snuck you in through the back door of the basement.
You were about to knock but the door already opened. The moment Mikeโs eyes landed on yours, he wrapped an arm around your waist and put his free hand on the side of your face, kissing you.
You hesitated for a moment out of confusion, but you eventually kissed him back in a messy embrace while he pulled you inside and closed the door behind you. After a moment, you broke it off and he looked confused, but so did you.
โArenโt you mad at me?โ You asked him as you took a slight step back to put some space between you two.
Mike stared at you like he was wondering that himself, โA little bit, but Iโm not there yet.โ
The insinuation in his voice made your cheeks render pink. You pressed your thighs together when he got close to you again, his warmth swallowing you whole as he put his hand back on your face, cupping your chin. His thumb pulled at your bottom lip softly. So soft it almost made your heart flutter.
The way he looked at you like you were his only salvation almost had you over the edge, your lips parted. Mike took this chance to lower his mouth to your lips before slowly kissing down to your neck. He was so gentle with you, it felt like you were genuinely being loved.
Stop, he doesnโt love you. You donโt love him. You hate him.
You rid yourself of your thoughts and wrapped your fingers into his hair as you tilted your head back, his kisses against your collarbone eliciting multiple breathy noises from you.
When he made it to the collar of your shirt, he leaned back and reached for the bottom of it, pulling the fabric up your body. It was excruciatingly slow and you knew he was doing it on purpose when he simply went back to his ministrations against your neck.
โMike..โ You spoke lowly.
โHm?โ He hummed against your skin, the shirt only up enough that exposed your stomach now.
Your breath trembled, โQuit it..โ
โQuit what?โ You could practically feel his smirk against your neck.
โTeasing.โ You answered when he finally pulled back to pull your shirt off all the way, dropping it on the floor.
Mike glanced at your bra-clad chest before looking at your face. โWhy should I?โ He gave you a second, โYou thought you were so funny at lunch, teasing me, but you donโt like when I do it to you? Huh?โ
You crossed your arms, looking away. โWell, if it hurt your feelings, Iโm sorry.โ
Mike reached out and pulled your arms apart then walked around to your back. โNo,โ he said, undoing the clasps of your bra, letting the material fall down your shoulders and off of you. His touch lingered on your burning skin before tucking your hair behind your left ear and leaning in to whisper, โI want you to beg.โ
You nearly choked on your own spit, โWhat?โ Your voice was high and nervous, โIโm not going to beg for you, Mike.โ You sounded a bit more stern on that part.
โYes you will.โ Mike slid his hands around to your front, palming your breasts.
You let out a shaky sigh, โYou sound so sure..โ You peered down at his slender hands grasping at your flesh before staring straight ahead. โI can promise you that I will not beg for you.โ
Mike chuckled, โY/N, I can promise you that you will.โ He said, his hands trailing down to your stomach to the waistband of your shorts.
โYouโre not even that good.โ You were obviously lying.
Mikeโs hands stilled for a moment before he unbuttoned the article of clothing. His clothed chest was pressed against your back, head on your shoulder, angled towards your neck. โYeah? I hope you remember that when youโre begging me to let you come.โ
โI told you, Iโm notโโ You gasped, his finger suddenly pressed against your clit.
You could just imagine the smirk on his face, โSorry, what were you saying?โ He taunted as he started rubbing circles around the sensitive bud.
โFuck you.โ Your words were still so airy, chest rising and falling. Mikes other hand trailed back up to your breast. You leaned into him, your head falling back against his own shoulder as you let out a moan.
On top of all of that, he took the opportunity to nip at your neck again. It was embarrassing how fast he could get you worked up.
โMike..โ You whined. He moved his hand lower to push two digits into you. You were already so wet for him, they slid in with ease.
Your body involuntarily pressed down against his fingers, desperate for a release. You knew this was getting to him too, he was hard and it was pressing into your ass.
โMike, I need.. Iโm going to come.โ You warned, your breathing heavier.
โYeah? I know.โ He cooed, slowing his movements. โBut, I havenโt exactly heard the words Iโm looking for.โ
You whined, losing the high as he came to a stop, eventually pulling away, โPlโ I mean..โ You stopped yourself, you did want to come, but you were too stubborn to let him win. โItโs fine, actually. I donโt want to come that bad.โ
Mike spun you around with a knowing smirk, โSure you donโt.โ He backed you up until you sat on the couch. When you were sat, he reached under you and peeled your shorts and panties off the rest of the way.
You watched him carefully, watching the way he sunk to his knees and looked up at you with such a submissive look in his eyes, despite how he was trying so hard to have control right now. He pushed your legs apart and brought you to the edge of the couch.
You didnโt break eye contact, watching him kiss your inner thighs all the way up your cunt, you fought to close your eyes, and your legs for that matter. But, Mike had his hands pressed against your legs, keeping you open.
Eventually, he was in a steady motion, eating you out like it was his only purpose in life. You kept your gaze on his, jaw slacked as you let out moans and whines.
You gently laced your fingers in his soft hair, holding back the urge to play with it. Things heated up quickly though, the pressure in your abdomen returning.
You shut your eyes reluctantly as you threw your head back against the couch, your back arching in the process, โCan I..โ Just say it. โCan I please come?โ you asked, panting.
Mike pulled his mouth away and replaced it with his fingers, toying with your clit again. โMore.โ
You almost let out a cry, โSeriously?โ It was all too much, but you didnโt want to beg for him beyond a simple please. That was already a lot from you.
โShould I stop?โ He asked, starting to slow again.
Your eyes darted to his with a sudden fear in your voice. You were at his mercy, โNo, no, no. Iโm sorry, Iโm sorry.โ
โThatโs what I thought.โ Mike picked up the speed again, โCome on, I know you can do it.โ
You looked at him, biting your bottom lip so hard you thought you might draw blood. Mike then replaced his fingers with his mouth, moving his fingers inside you instead.
You leaned your head back against, โF-fuck.โ You used your hand in his hair to push him further against you, your moans picking up in volume. โPlease, Mike. Please let me come. Iโll do anything. Just let me come, I need this.โ
Mike grunted against you, his fingers moving quickly in the same pace as his mouth. He lifted his mouth from you to speak, โAnything?โ
Your legs threatened to close around him, โYes, anything.โ
You knew youโd regret saying that at some point.
Mike put his mouth to you again, making you writhe under him, โPlease, can I come? Iโll be so good for you, just let me come.โ
Your words only ignited him further, he didnโt respond, only picking up all of his movements. He didnโt need to answer.
It was too much, the pressure within you overflowed with a gasp, making you release against his mouth while your nails practically dug into his scalp.
Your orgasm ran a little longer than it usually did. But, you slowly let go of your grip and practically melted into the couch, panting. โHoly shit.โ
You flickered your gaze down to Mike who started to scatter warm kisses to your thighs. You took another breath, โCome here.โ
He may have got what he wanted, but you can do the same thing to him. How would he like that?
The boy in front of you quickly rose to his feet before leaning in with one hand propped on the couch beside your head, he face inches from yours.
You eagerly closed the gap, kissing him fiercely while one hand landed on the side of his face and your other was over his clothed chest. You could taste yourself on his tongue.
You got as close as you could to him in your position. You moved your arm around his neck and one hand in his hair. Mikeโs hands were on your face, he needed you.
You reluctantly pulled back from the embrace and moved to stand up. Mike faced you and you cradled his face with your hands as you placed another kiss upon his lips just before lowering yourself to your knees swiftly.
Mikeโs breath hitched at the sight. You began to wander your hands over his thighs before getting to the buttons of his jeans. You undid one button before you stopped yourself and palmed his dick through the fabric instead.
You rubbed against the area, earning a light groan from him. As much as he could try to act all in control when it came to making you come, he was just a whiny mess for you. You wouldnโt even have to ask him to beg for you, heโd already be doing it. You still wanted to mess with him though.
You stopped and finished taking off his pants, taking his boxers with it. His cock sprung up in front of your face, surprising you, even though you knew itโd happen.
You take a moment before wrapping a hand around the base of him, earning a groan from him. He was already dripping and painfully hard.
You pumped your hands a few times while you slowly inched closer, laying your tongue flat against the tip. You eased him into your mouth a bit at a time resulting in his cock fully submerged in your mouth.
Mike let out a slight groan, โThat feels good,โ he mumbled, his hands shooting to your hair. Then, you put your hands on his thighs and started to move your head back and forth.
The boy threw his head back and tightened his grip on your hair. He was so sensitive, it didnโt take much to get him close to release.
You took your mouth off of him with a pop and went back to stroking him, quickly. He released a louder moan, tilting his head down to look at you.
You would pay millions for the rest of the group to see him like this. Dustin and Lucas would flame him for the rest of his life. The look in his eyes was begging you to let him come.
You licked the tip of him as your gaze met his and you could feel him twitch in your hands.
โShitโ Y/N, Iโm gonna come.โ Mike spoke breathlessly.
You smiled and it was bordering on a smirk, โI know, baby.โ
Your pace began to slow, โYou know I hate when you call me that.โ
โOh, please. You live for it.โ You sped up your motions again and he whined. He actually whined.
You could tell he was closer so you decided it was time. You suddenly removed your hands from him, leaving him aching while he let out a pathetic noise at the loss of contact.
โWโWhat was that for?โ Mike scattered his words, looking down at you.
โDid you forget the part where you did that same thing to me?โ You reminded him.
He rolled his eyes, โYeah, but thatโs because you were an asshole at lunch.โ
You reciprocated his actions, lightly rolling your own eyes. Right after that, you put all of him in your mouth, catching him of guard.
โOh God,โ He muttered, his hands running through your hair again.
It didnโt take long for him you become a mess for you, twitching and whining beneath you.
โPlease, can I come? Iโm so close, please let me come.โ He rambled, chest heaving, โPlease, please, fuckโ youโre so good at this.โ
You wanted to tell him no and remove yourself from him, but another voice interrupted everything. You and Mike stilled at the sound.
โMike!โ His mother screamed from upstairs, โLucas and Dustin are here!โ
You knew you shouldnโt, but you did it anyway. You started bobbing your head again, making him slap a hand over his mouth to suppress his moans. You trailed your hands to his waist, exploring the area of his chest and stomach beneath his shirt.
Mike took a chance to remove his hand and speak. โUm, okay! Jusโ just give me a second! Iโll come up!โ He managed to get out before he put his hand returned to his mouth and the other grasped at your hair so tight is almost started to hurt.
There was a moment of silence before his mother spoke again, โOkay! Donโt wait too long!โ
Mike was trying so hard to hold back from coming while his mom was literally speaking to him, but after you both knew she was gone, he released into you. All of his noises were muffled and his hips stuttered while a warmth filled your mouth, down your throat.
You slowly backed away from him and swallowed after contemplating it for a moment. โJesus, why would you do that?โ
โDo what?โ You played dumb, rising to your feet and slipping your clothes back on.
Mike fixed his pants, โSucking me off while my mom was talking to me? Hello?โ
You chuckled, clasping your bra together and pulling your shirt on, โYou were begging to come, I couldnโt leaving you hanging.โ You teased.
He let out an exhausted chuckle, though it was very short, โYeah, whatever.โ
You walked back over to him and placed a hand on his cheek, his face flushing a light pink. โIโm sorry, Mike.โ
He looked confused, brows lightly furrowing, โFor what?โ
โFor lunch.โ You answered, hesitating before adding, โIโm glad you donโt have other girls swooning over you. Iโm all you need.โ
You didnโt mean for it to sound as possessive as it did, but you also didnโt mind. You just didnโt know how he would take it.
The brown-eyed boy looked into your eyes, lips parted like he was going to say something, except he didnโt. He stared at you, cheeks pink, wordlessly.
You gave him a slow peck on the cheek before sliding your shoes back and leaving the same door you came in. You walked back to your house and prayed Lucas and Dustin would never find out you were there. Especially for what you were there for.
When you got back to your house, you showered, did some homework, ate dinner, all the basics. You went to bed that night, glad that there was no confusion between you and Mike. Normally all of your rude, teasing things get by with him, but you could understand why this one got to him.
But, you had no idea what was coming.
In the morning when you got to school, you couldnโt find Mike at all, and when you did, he was with Dustin and Lucas by the lockers. As you approached, he looked up and made eye contact with you before seemingly excusing himself and running off.
โWhatโs his problem?โ You questioned, standing beside Dustin, โWhyโd he leave like that?โ
Dustin looked at you and shrugged, โI donโt know, he said he had to go to class.โ
Lucas snorted looking from his watch to the two of you, โYeah, which is total bullshit because class doesnโt start for another thirteen minutes.โ
You drew your brows together, holding back your irritation. You were confused, if this had anything to do with you, you were lost. You donโt think you had upset him.
โDid he mention anything when you guys went over to his house yesterday?โ You asked casually.
The two boys in front of you looked at each other before looking back at you with the same suspicion expression. You realized the mistake you made.
โShit.โ You muttered under your breath.
โHow do you know we were there?โ Dustin asked, a brow raised.
You chuckled, trying to play it off, โJust a hunch?โ
The curly haired brunette responded, โBull.โ
Your voice heightened in defense, โWhat? Come on, you guys always go over there, right?โ
The two boys looked at you, arms crossed like they knew you were lying. You slumped, giving up your fake defense, โOkay, I know becauseโฆ I was there when you got there.โ
The two looked at each other again, then back at you. Lucas spoke up first, โIs that why he took forever to even come up?โ
Your eyes darted between them, โUm.. probably.โ
Dustin raised a hand, โWait, why were you at his house, though? You wouldnโt choose to hang out with him in a million years.โ
Thatโs probably the one question you did not want them to ask. You immediately stumbled over your words, โUh I wasโ I was there because I was..โ You looked away, thinking for a moment. Your eyes snapped back to them when you figured out an excuse, โI was apologizing for what happened at lunch.โ You said, more confidently.
They both squinted, โYou? Apologizing? To Mike?โ Lucas asked, โEven if that was believable, youโre a terrible liar.โ
โYeah, why are you lying about this, Y/N?โ Dustin chipped in.
You debated on what you could say, biting on your bottom lip anxiously. You looked at the floor then at them, โItโs kind of hard to explain..โ You spoke, your voice hushed, โAnd I wouldnโt tell you in the middle of the hallway where anyone can hear.โ
They both stared at you in silence before looking at each other then to you again, โAnd, anyway, itโs not important right now. Did he mention anything yesterday?โ
Lucas sighed, โNo, we went over to check on him and he said he wasnโt bothered by lunch. He was kinda distracted the whole time.โ
Dustin looked at his friend, hitting him on the arm, โDude, Mike was acting weird now that I think about it.โ The curly haired boy looked back at you, about to say something when the warning bell went off.
You looked at them and said a quick goodbye before heading to your first period, science. Which is one of two classes you share with Mike. You walked in and Mike was already seated at a two person table, with nobody beside him. Perfect.
You rushed to sit next to him, putting your bag on the floor beside you. He didnโt say anything, but you could feel how he was immediately tense.
You pulled out your notebook and put it on the table before looking at him. Seeing the way his hair fell in front of his face cause he wasnโt looking at you, he was looking down at his own notebook on the table. You took notice of the way his leg was bouncing like it does when heโs anxious and how his hand gripped his pencil so tight you thought it might snap.
You looked around the classroom for a moment to see if anyone was looking before you looked back at Mike, โAre you okay?โ You asked him.
Mike glanced at you, giving you a view of the face youโve been so accustomed to seeing, โYeah, Iโmโ Iโm fine.โ
You kept your eyes on him even when he looked back at his notebook, โAre you sure?โ You double checked, your voice hushed.
He didnโt even look up at you when he responded this time, โYeah. I told you, Iโm fine.โ His tone shifted a bit, โWhy are you even sitting next to me?โ
Mike wasnโt wrong to ask that, you never sat next to him in this class, but still, you held back a scoff, โBecause, you saw me in the hallway and you basically darted, Mike.โ You paused before asking, โWhy?โ
โDonโt worry about it.โ Mike mumbled before the actual bell went off and the teacher came inside the classroom, beginning class. You knew you couldnโt talk so you tore out a piece of paper and wrote on it before passing it to him.
You slid it to him and watched him to see his reaction, but he didnโt even touch it. You were disappointed and upset.
You and Mike werenโt actually anything, but you deserved an answer as to why heโs being this way.
You sat through the rest of class without giving him another ounce of attention. You didnโt have your next class with him so you were between ignoring him too or forcing an answer out of him. You chose the latter.
The bell rung and he already had all of his stuff together, ready to dart. You didnโt let him though, no, you grabbed him by his sleeve quickly, not giving him a second to protest as you led him to a more empty, quiet hallway.
You spun around to face him, โMike, seriously whatโs your problem? Youโre blatantly ignoring me!โ You threw your arms up before letting them fall to your sides again. โI donโt understand.โ You said, more quiet.
The boy looked at you like he was guilty, almost ashamed, โI just donโt know if we should be continuing what weโve been doing.โ
You furrowed your brows, even more confused, โWhat? Why?โ
Mike went quiet, looking between the both of your eyes before deciding, โI just think we should stop, thatโs all. It was a mistake. We hate each other, it shouldnโt have happened in the first place.โ
You felt a lump in your throat at the harshness of his words, that should be true, but it didnโt feel that way. You took a shaky breath, โThatโs not true, it wasnโt a mistake, what we have is good. Itโs good, right?โ
He shook his head just barely, โI canโt do it, Y/N.โ
You looked at him like you were holding back tears. Why do you care so much? You didnโt respond and neither did he. After a moment of silent staring, he backed up and turned around before walking away. One moment he was there and then he was gone, leaving you dumbfounded alone in the middle of the hallway.
You pushed through the rest of the school day, even resorting to eating lunch in the bathroom just so you wouldnโt have to see him.
The relationship you had with Mike wasnโt normal, it was rocky. But, since the first time you two kissed something changed, he was more gentle and respectful. You thought he might have actually liked you. Part of you liked him too. You always kind of had a thing for him, you just thought he was annoying and he just reciprocated that.
You couldnโt figure out why you were so torn up over this. Maybe it was that Mike was one of the few good things in your life.
You got home and did the same things you always do, and somehow every day after that fell into the same cycle as the day before.
Wake up, breakfast, go to school, avoid Mike as much as possible even if you had to avoid Lucas and Dustin too, eat lunch in the bathroom, finish school, go home, dinner, sleep.
You were walking into school about a week after everything that happened and you ran into Lucas. The boy stopped you and pulled you aside.
โY/N, where have you been? We miss you around, itโs been like.. what, a week? Whatโs going on?โ He spat out questions rapid fire and you couldnโt help but slightly chuckle before it died out.
โI donโt know..โ You looked at the floor, then back up at him, โHas Mike said anything?โ
He nodded in understanding, โSo the thing between you two is the issue? Uh.. no he hasnโt said anything, every time I bring it up, or even Dustin, he just shuts down or gets defensive.โ
You pressed your lips into a line and slightly nodded too, โYeah..โ You paused, deciding to just talk, โMe and him were sleeping together.โ You admitted.
Lucasโs brows skyrocketed, โHoly shit, seriously?How did that even happen?โ
โI donโt know, it just happened. We originally agreed to the whole friends with benefits kind of thing.โ You started, crossing your arms.
Lucas nodded again, โYeah except you guys werenโt exactly friends to begin with.โ
โYeah, I know. He just broke things off last week and he did give me a reason, it just doesnโt provide much comfort.โ You explained, looking down at the floor again, โI guess itโs my fault. I think I was starting to get feelings for him.โ
Lucas stepped forward to place a comforting hand on your shoulder, โItโs not your fault. If anything, I think you guys are in the same boat. He doesnโt come to lunch either.โ
โHe doesnโt?โ You were surprised, looking back up at Lucas, that must mean heโs avoiding you too.
โYeah, I told him you donโt come to lunch either and then he swears you arenโt why heโs not coming to lunch.โ He shook his head with chuckle.
You smiled, โYouโre a good friend, Lucas.โ
He smiled too and gave you a hug, โI just hope you come back to the table soon.โ
You stayed that way before pulling back, โI might.โ
After your interaction with Lucas, you went to first period. Thank God it was Friday, itโs been a very long week.
You finished your first three classes before going to lunch. You decided today youโd sit at the lunch table. You werenโt surprised when Mike didnโt show up, almost disappointed. Maybe you just push down your feelings for him. It was never going anywhere.
You barely made it through the next four classes without almost falling asleep. Even though you went to bed remotely early, you were so exhausted. But, you made it to the end of the last class, finally.
You hurried home, ready to see your lovely bed again. Your mom was working late tonight and your dad was doing god knows what, so you had the house to yourself. You immediately changed into comfortable shirt and some pajama shorts before plopping down on your bed and taking a nap.
When you woke up it was about seven in the afternoon, already dark outside while rain dropped down on the roof, the sound providing a sense of comfort. You stretched before going down your stairs to go to the kitchen.
When you had the house to yourself, you liked watching TV because your parents couldnโt complain. You went to the cupboard, opening it to grab a pouch of popcorn. You peeled away the plastic and put it in the microwave, the popping sound filling the microwave.
You stepped away and walked through the darkness of your house to the living room, grabbing the remote and turning on the TV, that being the only thing illumining the room.
You flipped through channels before there were a series of knocks against the front door. It scared the shit out of you. You assumed it was your dad, he should be coming home. There were more knocks before you screamed, โHold on!โ
You put down the remote and walked to the door, rolling your eyes and huffing as you opened it, โDid you forget your keys againโโ You cut yourself off when your eyes recognized the face youโve missed so much. You stared at him like he was an alien before you finally spoke up, โMike..โ
The rain had him drenched from head to toe, his hair sticking to his face, his clothes sticking to him too. The sight almost made you chuckle.
You stepped back so he could come inside, โWhat are you doing here?โ You asked, watching him walk inside and just drip all over the floor. You closed the door after him.
โI just.. Iโve been thinking about the last time we spoke and I.. I donโt know.โ He looked down at the floor.
You raised a brow at him, โMike, you said yourself it was a mistake, whatโs there to think about?โ You crossed your arms.
Mike met your eyes again, โI didnโt mean it.โ He said, โI justโโ he shook his head, trying to find the words as he looked away again. After a moment he looked back up at you and quickly pressed his lips to yours.
You raised your hands in shock before you eased into it, kissing him back, your fingers sinking into his hair, thumbs against his face. It didnโt take long for the kiss to deepen, your body pressing against his, which made you remember he was wet.
You pulled back, face still close to his, both of you catching your breath. โYouโre cold.โ You chuckled a bit.
Mike looked embarrassed cheeks pink, but that could just be from his temperature, โI know, itโs freezing outside.โ
You gave the boy a lopsided smile, moving your hands to his shoulders, โI broke our rules.โ You admitted.
Mike nodded softly, โI did too.โ He had a silly smile on his face as he held your face in his hands like you were going to slip away, โI really like you, Y/N. I feel guilty for ignoring you and pushing you away, but I didnโt think you liked me back so I just backed out.โ
You let out a relieved laugh, โItโs okay. I really really like you too, Mike.โ You said, leaning in to give him a peck on the lips before pulling back and changing the subject, โI donโt think I have anything for you to change into.โ
He laughed too, looking at you adoringly, โCan I just get a towel?โ
You nodded, โYeah, I can get you a towel.โ You paused, looking back at the TV, โDo you want to stay and watch something with me?โ You asked, feeling hopeful.
Mike smiled, leaning down and kissing you again, one hand moving to your hip to press you to him again, his other still on the side of your face. Then, for a moment, he leaned back just enough to speak, โYes. Yes, I want to stay.โ
Sungho- would be the steady anchor, his voice low and commanding as he pins your hips down, slowly thrusting into your pussy with controlled power. 'That's it, baby, let go for me,' he'd murmur against your ear, breath hot on your skin. 'Feel my cock stretching you wide I want to feel you shatter.' His fingers would dig into your thighs, holding you steady as waves build, his tone firm yet tender. 'You're so close, aren't you?cum for me hard, right now give it all to me.' As you tip over, he'd growl softly, 'Good girl, just like that, ride it out on me.'
Riwoo- would start shy, his cheeks flushed as he kneels between your legs, tongue flicking over your clit while his fingers pump inside you. 'O-okay, breathe with me,' he'd whisper, voice soft and hesitant but gaining confidence as your moans fill the room. 'Your pussy's so wet, squeezing my fingers does it feel good? Tell me when you're close.' He'd lap at you eagerly, eyes locked on yours. 'I can feel it building... let it happen, cum on my mouth. I want to taste every drop.' When you arch, he'd press closer, murmuring, 'Yes, just like that,don't hold back, flood me with it.' His gentle encouragement turns breathless, holding you through the tremors.
Jaehyun- would take charge with that charismatic edge, flipping you onto your back and sliding his thick cock into your pussy slow at first to let you adjust. 'Fuck, you're taking me so well,' he'd say, voice smooth and teasing, one hand stroking your clit in circles. 'Look at you, all desperate and full ride the edge for me.' His thrusts pick up, hips snapping harder. 'I know you're there, baby,cum with me buried deep.' He'd lean in, lips brushing yours. 'Let it rip through you, scream my name. That's my girl, drenching me.' As you convulse, he'd thrust through it, praising, 'Perfect, keep cumming I've got you.'
Taesan- would be intense and brooding, his gaze piercing as he has you bent over the edge of the bed, pounding into your pussy from behind 'Feel every inch claiming you,' he'd rasp, voice deep and gravelly, hand fisting your hair to pull your head back, but not too hard 'Your walls are fluttering don't fight it, give in.' His free hand slips around to rub your swollen clit roughly. 'Cum for me now, soak my cock' The words come out edged with hunger as you near the peak. 'That's right, let me feel you' He'd hold you firm through the orgasm, murmuring darkly, 'Mine, all mine, just like this.'
Leehan- would be straddling you as he grinds his hard cock against your slick folds before pushing in deep. 'Mmm, listen to how wet you are for me,' he'd say, voice silky and teasing, nipping at your neck while his hips roll in teasing circles. 'You're throbbing already baby, let that pleasure build.' His fingers would tease your nipples, pinching just right. 'Imagine my cum filling you up' he'd giggle then as he continues thrusting he'd say 'cum with me' As ecstasy surges, he'd whisper hotly, 'Yes, ride my dick through it, make a mess.' He'd kiss you messily, guiding your waves with sweet, filthy encouragement.
Woonhak- would bring that youthful energy, eager and enthusiastic as he sucks on your clit, two fingers curling inside your pussy to hit that spot perfectly. 'You're so hot like this,' he'd say breathlessly, voice high and excited, eyes wide with awe. 'I can feel you getting tighter cum for me, please? I wanna see you lose it.' His tongue works faster, humming vibrations against you he'd keep going softly, grinning up at you. 'Whoa, that was amazing... keep shaking, I've got more for you.' His innocent thrill makes the dirty talk even hotter.
Summary: The town's survival rests on one rule: never answer the voices outside. But when the voice of your lost sister returns, you break the silence-and invite in something that looks human, smiles too wide, and doesn't want your fear. He wants your surrender.
A/n: THIS IS PURELY FICTIONAL! This was fun writing as I love dark fics. I hope u guys enjoy it.
More from this Anthology: Phantoms & FairyTales
Donโt Say Hi back - The rule wasnโt written on signs or posted on town wallsโit lived in the marrow of the place, passed down like breath. Old voices whispered it, new voices carried it, and every child learned to repeat it before they could spell their own names.
When the sun dips too early and the trees shed too fastโgo home. Lock the windows. Shut the doors. And above all, neverโeverโsay hi back.
The words hummed through your head as you walked home, the last orange wash of daylight bleeding into violet. The streets were half-empty now. Stores that stayed open all summer shut early in the fall, owners flipping signs to Closed before the church bell could ring six. Porch lights blinked on like frantic eyes, rows of them glowing down your block.
It was the kind of evening that made your chest ache. The air was sharpโcrisp enough to sting when you breathed too fast. The wind lifted brittle leaves and rattled them against pavement, a sound like fingers scraping glass. Somewhere, a dog barked, quick and panicked, then went quiet.
Your town had always been uneasy in the fall, but it wasnโt until last year that it turned unbearable.
Last year, when your sister laughed at the rule.
When she swung the front door open with the ease of someone who thought legends were just bedtime stories.
When she tilted her head at you and said, โWhatโs the worst that could happen if I just said hi?โ
She said it like a joke. Like she was teasing you for the way your knuckles went white around the curtains every evening.
And then she stepped out.
She never came back.
Your mother didnโt speak her name anymore, not when the nights grew long. She checked the doors herself, her hands shaking as she turned every lock. She hovered at your windows, testing each latch twice, then left without meeting your eyes. You could feel it anywayโthe weight of her silence, the way it pressed into you, heavy and accusing.
You wanted to scream that it wasnโt your fault. That you hadnโt opened the door, that you hadnโt broken the rule. But guilt didnโt care for reason. It twisted inside your ribs like something alive, whispering, you shouldโve stopped her.
So you tried to. You tried to live quietly, obediently. Every evening, you turned the locks yourself, shut the blinds, drew the curtains until no crack of light leaked through.
And tonight was no different.
You moved room to room, checking the way you always did. The air inside felt colder than it shouldโve, the kind of chill that clung to your clothes no matter how tight you wrapped your arms around yourself. Your fingers fumbled on the last latchโyour bedroom windowโand thatโs when you heard it.
A sound carried on the wind.
Not a scream. Not a whisper.
A laugh.
Clear. Familiar.
Too familiar.
Morning light had a way of lying. It fell through your blinds like gold, soft and harmless, as though the night before hadnโt existed. As though you hadnโt stood frozen at your window with your heart pounding in your throat, listening to laughter that shouldโve been impossible.
You tried to shake it off as you dressed, tugging a sweater over chilled skin. But the silence in the house was louder than your thoughts. Your mom was already goneโshe always left early during this season, leaving behind a kitchen that smelled faintly of burnt coffee and the imprint of her absence.
The streets, though, were alive. Too alive.
Vendors propped their stalls open in the square, lining the cracked brick road with baskets of late apples, gourds, and brittle bouquets of corn husks. Children darted between them, laughing, though their mothers kept glancing at the sky, measuring the slant of the light. It wasnโt even noon, but already shadows stretched long against the ground, warning what everyone already knew: the nights were growing quicker.
You tightened your scarf and slipped into the bakery.
The bell over the door chimed, and every head turned. It wasnโt unusualโyour family carried a shadow heavier than mostโbut you still hated the way their eyes lingered before darting away, as if even their curiosity could curse them.
โMorning,โ croaked Mrs. Halpern from behind the counter, her voice rough like sheโd been up all night. She pushed a tray of bread closer, flour dusting the front of her apron. โCold one, isnโt it?โ
โColder than last year,โ murmured the man at the window table. He didnโt look at you when he spoke. No one really did. โTrees went early this time. Thatโs never a good sign.โ
Another customerโa woman stacking jars of honeyโclicked her tongue. โBest to keep your ears shut and your lips tighter. We all know what time it is.โ
The room fell still. Even the children outside seemed quieter, as if the warning had slipped through the walls.
You stepped closer to the counter, voice low. โDo youโฆ remember last night?โ
Mrs. Halpern froze, her hands hovering over the bread. Slowly, her gaze slid toward you, tired eyes narrowing. โCareful.โ
The word was sharper than any knife in the room.
She leaned in, lowering her voice so no one else could hear. โThe ruleโs the rule for a reason, child. You start asking about voices, and theyโll know youโre listening.โ
Your mouth went dry. You hadnโt said anything about a voice. Not out loud.
You turned away, heart pounding, and slipped back into the street.
Outside, a group of teens loitered by the old church steps, tossing a ball between them. Their laughter rang high, but when one boy glanced at you, the ball dropped from his hands.
โYouโre her sister, right?โ His tone wasnโt cruel, but the silence that followed cut deeper than cruelty.
Another voice hissed: โDonโt say that.โ
The boy ducked his head, muttering an apology, and the game ended. The group scattered like crows, leaving the church steps bare.
The air had shifted againโbright with daylight but brittle with warning. And as you walked home, scarf clutched around your throat, you couldnโt shake the echo of your sisterโs laugh in your skull. It clung like smoke, too real to be memory, too sharp to forget.
By the time you reached home after walking around town most of the day,the sun was already flirting with the horizon, sinking too quickly for comfort. The sky burned in streaks of crimson and ash, the kind of sunset that felt more like a warning than a gift. Shadows pooled under the trees, long and skeletal, the bare branches clawing at the last of the light.
You went through the ritual automatically: blinds drawn, latches checked, curtains shut. Every window. Every door.
Click.
Click.
Click.
Each lock sliding into place echoed louder than the one before.
Outside, the town was winding itself tighter. You could hear it through the thin glass of your windows: a father calling his kids inside, his voice sharp with urgency; a door slamming across the street, followed by the scrape of three different locks being turned; the faint cry of the church bell, marking the hour before everything went still.
It was the stillness that got to you most.
When the sun fully disappeared, it was as if the entire town stopped breathing at once. No laughter. No footsteps. No late-night cars cruising the roads. Just the hollow sigh of wind dragging dead leaves down the pavement.
You sat by the window anyway. You always did. You told yourself it was to keep watch, to make sure you never missed a latch or a crack in the curtain. But deep down, you knew it was more than that. Some stubborn, aching part of you wanted to see what lay beyond the glass.
The air outside looked colder than it had that morning. Each time the wind shifted, you swore you saw it: a mist curling low to the ground, moving as though it had purpose. It coiled between the fence posts, slithered down the streetlight poles. Your breath fogged the glass when you leaned closer, and for a moment you couldnโt tell if the haze belonged outside or inside.
Thenโ
A sound.
At first, only the shuffle of leaves skidding across asphalt.
Then a voice, carried thin on the wind.
โHeyโฆโ
Your chest went tight.
It wasnโt loud. It wasnโt even insistent. Just a soft call, like someone testing the waters. The word bent itself into the night like a lure, familiar in its simplicity, but wrong in its timing.
Silence followed.
Then again.
โHeyโฆ you there?โ
The voice wasnโt hers. Not exactly. But it wore her rhythm, her way of stretching vowels like she was trying to draw you out of your shell. It was close enough to scrape at your insides, close enough to make your throat ache.
You pressed a hand over your mouth and forced yourself back from the glass.
The rule. Donโt answer. Donโt look. Donโt say hi back.
The knock that came next was light. Gentle. Almost polite.
Tap-tap.
Tap.
โCold out here,โ the voice murmured. Still soft. Still sweet. โDonโt you wanna say hi?โ
Your blood ran colder than the air.
Your knees buckled before you realized you were moving. One moment you were at the window, breath fogging the glass, and the next you were stumbling backward, nearly tripping over the rug.
The knock came again.
Tap. Tap.
So delicate, like it didnโt belong to anything dangerous.
You didnโt care.
Your heart pounded so hard it felt like it might split your ribs as you turned and bolted down the hall. The floor creaked under your steps, every sound magnified, as if the house itself were holding its breath. You shoved your door closed behind you, twisting the lock with trembling fingers.
The room was dark, save for the faint glow of your nightstand lamp. Shadows stretched across the walls like reaching arms. You didnโt bother undressing; you dove straight beneath your blankets, curling yourself into a knot, pulling the quilt over your head until the world became nothing but fabric and the sound of your own ragged breathing.
โColdโฆโ The voice drifted faint through the walls. Not pleading. Not urgent. Just patient. โJust say hi.โ
Tears pricked at your eyes. You pressed your palms to your ears, whispering to yourself, half-prayer, half-plea.
Please stop. Please, just let me sleep. Please, God, pleaseโ
You tried to drown it out with the rhythm of your breath, but it threaded through anyway. Soft syllables wrapping around the edges of your resolve, tugging at every memory you had of your sister. The late-night talks. The way she used to knock on your door with that same gentle rhythm when she wanted to sneak in.
Your chest tightened. You pulled the blanket tighter, as though fabric alone could shield you.
Donโt answer. Donโt answer. Donโt.
The air grew heavier, colder. Your breath stuttered in clouds beneath the blanket. For a moment you swore the knocking had movedโcloser, nearer, as if it were no longer at the front door but at your very walls.
You squeezed your eyes shut, forcing yourself to pray again, words tumbling out like a chant:
Let the night pass. Let the night pass. Let the night pass.
Eventually, exhaustion dulled the edges of fear. Your body betrayed you, dragging you toward sleep even as the voice lingered like a stain in the silence. The last thing you felt was the blanket damp against your cheeks, tears soaking through as the world slipped into black.
The morning came like a bruise. Purple light filtered through your curtains, too weak to chase away the shadows clinging to the corners of your room. Your body ached with the weight of a night half-slept, half-shaken. When you finally dragged yourself out of bed, your reflection in the mirror startled you: eyes ringed dark, lips pale, shoulders slumped as though the night had stolen a piece of your bones.
Downstairs, your momโs gaze flicked to you once and then away. She didnโt say anything, but her silence spoke volumes. She looked the sameโdrawn, gray around the edges, eyes that had forgotten rest. Everyone did this time of year.
The cafe was no different.
โMorning,โ your boss muttered as you tied on your apron. His smile didnโt reach his eyes, not anymore. The tables filled with the usual faces, all of them hunched over steaming mugs, hands clasped around the heat like they were afraid to let go. Their conversations were low, clippedโabout weather, crops, prices. Never about the thing that gnawed at the townโs edges.
โRough night?โ a customer asked when you placed their order. The words carried sympathy but no surprise. Everyone looked rough these days. Everyone moved like they were waiting for something they couldnโt stop.
You forced a tight smile. โSomething like that.โ
By the time your shift ended, your body was running on fumes. You made your way to the market, each step heavier than the last. The aisles smelled faintly of dust and produce. You passed jars of pickled beets, boxes of cereal, until you found what you were looking for: small bottles of sleeping medication lined neatly on the shelf.
Your hand shook as you reached for one. A woman browsing nearby glanced at you but said nothing. She didnโt need to. Everyone knew what the pills were for.
That evening, your mother lingered by your door as you moved through your routine of shutting latches and pulling curtains.
โDonโt sit by the window too long,โ she said. Her voice was thin, stretched like paper. She didnโt look at you when she said it.
You nodded. Of course you nodded.
But you didnโt listen.
The hours dragged, your body heavy but your mind refusing rest. You found yourself back at the window, blanket wrapped around your shoulders, staring into the dark.
And thatโs when you saw it.
At first, you thought it was just a trick of the streetlight. A shadow bent the wrong way, a shape that didnโt belong. But then your eyes adjusted, and you realized it was a figure.
Standing directly under the lamp.
Still. Watching.
Your heart stuttered. For one wild second you thoughtโsomeone was left outside, someone forgot to come in. But no. No one in town would risk it. No one would be that careless.
The figure didnโt move. Not an inch.
And that was when you knew.
It wasnโt a person. It was the warning.
Your breath hitched. Panic surged hot through your veins as you yanked the curtain shut, the fabric snapping against the glass. You stumbled backward, tripping up the stairs , catching yourself on trembling hands.
The house groaned with every step you took, your body desperate to flee, but deep inside you already knew.
It had seen you.
And now it knew.
You were a target.
Three days passed without a sound.
No laughter. No knocks. No whispers outside your window.
The silence should have been a relief, but it wasnโt. It was the kind of silence that crept under your skin, gnawed at the back of your skull, made you feel like you were being studied from a distance. Even at the cafe, people moved with that brittle, waiting energy, but no one spoke of it aloud.
โQuiet spell,โ your boss muttered as he wiped down the counter one afternoon. His voice was low, as if afraid the air itself might overhear. โDonโt trust it. Quietโs never a blessing this time of year.โ
You swallowed hard, forcing a nod.
At the market, a neighbor brushed past you, her arm brushing yours. She flinched like your touch burned, and for the briefest second you swore you saw pity in her eyes. But she didnโt say a word. No one did.
That night, you sat by your window again despite your motherโs warnings. The street was empty, the lamps humming faintly. The branches scraped the glass in the wind, their skeletal shadows twitching along your walls.
You almost let yourself believe it was over. That maybe the figure under the lamp had been the last of it. That maybe, by staying silent, you had survived.
And thenโ
A sound.
โHey.โ
The word slid through the night like a blade. It was her voice. Your sisterโs. Warm, familiar, achingly close.
Your throat tightened. You clutched the curtain in your hand but didnโt close it this time. Against every rule, against your better judgment, you looked.
And saw him.
Standing not at the lamp this time, but at the edge of your yard.
He was young. Skin pale as bone in the glow, so pale it almost shimmered against the dark. His hair was black and messy, falling over his forehead as though heโd been running his fingers through it. From far away, you could have mistaken him for just another boy from townโhandsome, even, in a quiet, unpolished way.
But then you saw his eyes.
Wide, innocent at first glanceโuntil the light caught them. Black bled from the edges, swallowing the white, crawling inward like ink in water. They twitched with something feral, something too sharp for any human to hold.
He tilted his head, and the movement was wrong. Too quick. Too precise. Following the exact rhythm of your breath, the shift of your shoulders, as though he were learning you piece by piece.
โDonโt you remember me?โ he askedโher voice spilling from his lips. The same cadence, the same tilt of vowels, like your sister had whispered the line into his ear.
But underneath it, beneath the softness, was something else. A second voice bleeding throughโcold, unfamiliar, rattling low in his throat. It scraped against her tone, like two wires sparking together, unnatural and jarring.
You staggered, your hand flying to your mouth.
The smile that curled across his face stretched too wide, sharp and unnatural against his otherwise soft features. โItโs me. Just say hi back.โ
He took a step closer.
The gravel under his shoes didnโt crunch.
The air didnโt stir.
He simplyโฆ arrived.
Closer than he shouldโve been.
Your chest seized. You yanked the curtain shut with shaking hands.
On the other side of the glass, silence. Thenโ
A knock. Gentle. Patient. Right against the pane you had just closed.
โPlease,โ the voice beggedโyour sisterโs, warm and trembling. And beneath it, that cold undertone, grinning through her grief. โDonโt leave me out here.โ
The knock stayed soft, but the voice grew sharper, threading through the walls as though they were paper-thin.
โItโs meโฆโ
Her voice. Bright and familiar, tugging at old memories you had buried deep โ nights spent whispering under blankets, laughter echoing down the hall when the world was quiet.
โRemember when you used to sneak into my room? When you cried after that nightmare, and I held you till you slept?โ
Your hands shook against your ears. You squeezed them tighter, whispering to yourself: Not real. Not real. Not her.
But the voice didnโt stop.
โYou shouldโve come with me that night.โ The warmth faltered, cracking into something cruel, before softening again. โIโm still here, you know. Right outside. You only have to say hi. Just once.โ
Your stomach twisted, your throat raw with unshed sobs. The desperation in her tone was unbearable, gnawing at the guilt you had carried for months.
And then, under her voice, another broke through โ low, cold, scraping along your bones.
She was simple. Youโre simpler.
Your chest seized.
The two voices overlapped, one pleading, one mocking, until you couldnโt tell where one ended and the other began.
โDonโt cry,โ it cooed in your sisterโs voice, but the undertone bent jagged, gleeful. โYouโre so easy, arenโt you? Every twitch, every breath, every tear โ I can taste it. Youโre fun to play with.โ
You clamped your hands over your ears harder, curling into yourself on the floor, but the voices slid right through, weaving into your thoughts.
"Sooner or later, youโll break."
The words slithered through you like smoke, clinging to your ribs. Your despair was a feast, and he devoured it hungrily, his presence swelling stronger with every whimper you couldnโt hold back.
Yes, the undertone purred, deeper now, vibrating against the walls. Thatโs it. Feed me. Give me more.
You tried to pray, tried to call on anything beyond the suffocating dark, but even your prayers felt hollow under the weight of his hunger.
On the other side of the curtain, you could feel him. His smile. His stillness. His patience.
โYouโll be mine,โ he whispered at last, her voice wrapping around the words like silk, but beneath it, his own bled through โ jagged and cold.
And in your bones, you knew he was right.
Morning light bled pale through the curtains, catching on the dust in the air. You dragged yourself downstairs, every step heavier than the last. Your mom was already in the kitchen, sleeves rolled to her elbows, scrubbing at a pan like it had done her personal harm.
You lingered at the table, watching her. Words pressed against your teeth until you finally let them out.
โMomโฆ whatโs really out there?โ
Her hands stilled. The running faucet gushed into silence. She turned slowly, eyes hollowed by nights without rest.
โDonโt,โ she said flatly.
โDonโt what?โ
โDonโt ask questions you donโt need answers to.โ
You gripped the edge of the chair, heart pounding. โBut I hear them. I hear herโโ
The pan clattered into the sink. โYou think I donโt?!โ Her voice cracked sharp, slicing through the room. โYou think I donโt hear her too? Every night, I hear my daughterโs laugh, her voice calling me. And do you know why sheโs gone?โ
Your throat tightened.
โBecause she couldnโt leave it alone. Because she was curious. Because she had to push at every damn boundary until one pushed back!โ
โIt wasnโt me,โ you whispered, voice shaking. โYou blame me, but it wasnโt my curiosityโโ
โItโs in you too,โ she snapped. โThe same itch, the same questions. Thatโs what will kill you, not them.โ
The silence after burned hotter than her words. You shoved your chair back, storming for the door.
โYou donโt get to put this on me,โ you spat, and slammed it behind you hard enough that the walls rattled.
The park was a hollow version of itself.
You sat on the bench you and your sister had claimed as yours in summers past. Back then, the world smelled like sunscreen and melting popsicles, her laughter spilling bright as she pushed you on the swings until you begged her to stop.
Now, children filled the space again โ shrieking, leaping from swings, daring each other to jump farther. Their joy rang high into the gray sky, sharp against the low whistle of the wind curling through the bare branches. You closed your eyes, hair whipping against your cheeks, and let yourself sink into memory.
Youโd never leave me, right? you once asked her.
Never, she laughed. Weโre stuck together forever.
The lie burned colder than the wind.
By sunset, you were home. Like clockwork.
The house felt tighter than before. You noticed it immediately โ the windows. Every one of them fitted with new metal locks, gleaming in the dim light.
Your mom was at the sink again, hands in suds, dishes clinking gently. She didnโt look at you when she said, โDonโt think I donโt notice the way you linger by the glass. Youโre not her. I wonโt lose you too.โ
You wanted to argue, to scream that it wasnโt fair, that she had no right to lock you in like a prisoner. But you saw the tension in her shoulders, the way her hands shook as she scrubbed at nothing. You understood. She was afraid. She had every reason to be.
Still, understanding didnโt stop the whisper that curled through the walls like smoke.
โHeyโฆโ
Her voice again. Your sisterโs. So close it felt like she was just outside the kitchen window.
You froze.
โHey, itโs me. Donโt let her lock you away from me.โ
Your mom kept scrubbing. She didnโt flinch. She didnโt show that she heard. But you knew she did. You both did.
And as the shadows deepened, the undertone seeped through โ Jungwonโs voice, colder, hungrier.
"Locked windows wonโt stop me. Not when youโre already opening for me here."
Your chest tightened. You pressed your fists against your thighs, but it didnโt stop the shiver crawling up your spine.
Because he was right. He didnโt need the locks. He already had a way in.
Another day passed, same as yesterday and the day before. But Tonight, tonight the shift began rapidly.
The house was so quiet that you swore you could hear your own heartbeat thundering against the walls. Your mom had locked everything, pulled every curtain, and gone to bed early, but the stillness made it worse.
You sat on your bed, knees to your chest, staring at the window. You told yourself you wouldnโt look. But when his voice came, all resolve cracked.
โDonโt act shy now.โ
It wasnโt your sisterโs laugh, or her gentle teasing. It was him. His voice โ smooth, playful, almost sing-song, but with a sharp edge that made your stomach knot. A voice that knew it didnโt need to shout to get what it wanted.
Your body moved before your mind caught up. Slowly, you crept forward, fingers trembling as they pinched the curtain.
โCome on,โ he coaxed. โIโve waited for you. At least give me a peek.โ
You tugged the fabric just enough to see outside.
And there he was.
Not at the streetlamp. Not at the gate. He was standing directly beneath your window, head tilted back, staring up at you like heโd been there the whole time.
His pale skin gleamed unnaturally under the light. His hair, dark and messy, hung over his forehead in crooked strands. You already knew his face โ sharp, boyish, unsettlingly handsome if not for the wrongness painted into him. His eyesโฆ
All black like before, glistening like oil. They locked on yours, wide and feverish, and when he smiled, your knees almost gave out.
โSee? That wasnโt so hard.โ His tone was playful, like he was praising a child for finally listening. โI like when you listen.โ
Your throat tightened. You tried to back away, but his head followed your every twitch, tilting at a sharp angle, eyes glittering.
โWhatโs the matter?โ His voice dipped lower, more serious under the teasing lilt. โScared? Or tempted?โ
โStop it,โ you whispered, the words slipping out before you could swallow them back.
The grin widened instantly, flashing teeth. He laughed โ light and amused, but threaded with something dark, dangerous. โOh, donโt take it back now. You gave me a piece of you. Do you know how sweet that tastes?โ
Your breath hitched. Tears stung at your eyes.
โSay more,โ he purred, almost sing-song. โGo on. I promise Iโll enjoy every word.โ His tone sharpened, the playfulness curling into command. โFeed me again.โ
Something in you snapped. Rage, grief, exhaustion โ it all burst at once.
โLeave me alone!โ
The words echoed into the night, raw and broken.
For one frozen second, everything went still.
Then his smile sharpened into something vicious. He tilted his head too far, the bones in his neck groaning. His voice dropped into a velvet growl.
โThere you are,โ he murmured, delighted, dominant. โI told youโฆ youโd break. And now?โ His eyes gleamed blacker than ever. โNow we can really begin.โ
The cafรฉ had always been noisy in the mornings โ the hiss of milk steamers, the scrape of chairs, Minaโs laugh carrying across the counter.
But today, when you tied on your apron, it felt thinner. Like the sound didnโt want to reach you.
โMorning,โ Mina said without looking up, already scribbling something on a receipt pad. She usually added a small grin, some little comment about your hair or the weather. This time she didnโt.
โMorning,โ you echoed, though your voice felt too small for the room.
Daniel cracked a joke to a customer by the register โ something about how their muffin looked like it had survived a storm. The woman laughed, Mina chuckled too. By the time you approached with the next tray, the laughter had already faded.
It wasnโt sharp. It wasnโt cruel. But it was a door shutting before you reached it.
By mid-shift, Mina finally slid you a cup of coffee across the counter. She still looked at you โ her eyes tired, but not unkind. โYou look like you havenโt slept.โ
You blinked, surprised sheโd noticed. โI havenโt, really.โ
She nodded once. Not pressing, not teasing, just nodding. Then she turned back to Daniel, asking him to cover the back room.
You stood there with the coffee warming your hands, realizing she was still taking care of you โ but not letting you in anymore.
It was the little things that kept catching you:
The way Daniel asked Mina what's the weather, even though you were standing closer.
The way Mina handed you extra tasks without explaining them, like you already knew what to do โ like words werenโt worth wasting.
The way customers thank-yous landed softer, quieter, eyes darting away too quickly.
No one said anything wrong. No one snapped. They justโฆ didnโt open the space for you.
And that was worse.
When the rush died down, Mina leaned on the counter, rubbing her temples. โThis seasonโs heavier than last year,โ she muttered to Daniel.
Your chest tightened. She didnโt look at you when she said it, but you knew she could feel your eyes.
Daniel murmured something back you didnโt catch, and Mina just sighed. โPeople donโt bounce back the same. You can only carry so much.โ
Thatโs when you realized โ they werenโt scared of you. They were scared of what lingered around you. Of the attention that wasnโt going anywhere. And if they pretended not to see it, maybe it wouldnโt notice them.
You tell yourself not to go to the window. You tell yourself to stare at the ceiling, to count cracks, to memorize the soft pattern of plaster the way you used to memorize vocabulary lists before a test. You tell yourself to breathe on a four-countโin, two, three, four; out, two, three, fourโthe way your sister taught you when panic braided your lungs into nets.
You last nine minutes.
The house is too quiet. Your mother turned in early again, a soft door-click down the hall that felt like a goodbye you werenโt meant to hear. The new locks glint dull in the lamplight. You run your thumb over one, over and over, until the metal warms against your skin.
Donโt look.
The curtain hems touch your knuckles. Your mouth tastes metallic. Your heart hammers so loud youโre sure it will shake dust from the light fixture.
You open the curtain a thumb-width.
Heโs there.
Not at the gate, not at the porch. Directly beneath your window, face tilted up like a flower starving for sun. His skin is marble-pale, almost glowing; his hair is night itself, mussed in soft chaos across his forehead. Those eyesโoil-slick, more black than not nowโcatch the weak spill of the streetlamp and drink it whole.
He smiles like youโre a secret heโs been allowed to keep.
โFinally,โ he says, playful as a coin flipping. The voice is his tonightโlow, velvet, almost amusedโbut thereโs steel curled under every syllable. โI was beginning to think youโd fallen asleep on me.โ
Your fingers cramp on the fabric. Donโt answer. Donโtโ
He hums, as if reading a note only he can hear. โYou can, you know. I like your voice. Even when you use it to tell me to leave.โ A beat. โEspecially then.โ
You close the curtain a hair. Itโs nothing, barely movement. His head tilts in the exact same degree, mirroring you like heโs tethered to your wrists.
โHow was work?โ he asks, light. โDid they look through you again? No jokes saved for you, no questions meant for your mouth?โ The smile widens, not cruel exactlyโtoo delighted for cruelty. โI do love this town. They make my work so easy.โ
Heat bites your eyes. โStop.โ
It slips out, thin as thread. You hear your mother shift in her sleep, her bed frame groaning; you freeze until the house settles, then breathe again, quiet, careful, like stealth will keep the hunger outside from scenting you.
He sighs, dramatic, stage-sad. โThere you are. I missed that. Say it again.โ
โNo.โ
โOh, but you will.โ His tone brightens. โTell me why you didnโt sit with them today.โ
โI had tables.โ
โYou didnโt.โ He says it like heโs been standing in the cafรฉ shadows all morning, counting your steps. Maybe he was. โYou waited with a coffee in your hand until the heat bled out of it. I could feel the way your palm stung. I like that you held it anyway.โ
The room shrinks. He wasnโt there. He couldnโt have been there. But the words slot into place with a sick click. Cold coffee. The sting. He knowsโhow does he knowโ
โLook at me,โ he purrs, and the order is silk on the surface, iron underneath. โThereโs no point pretending that curtain matters.โ
You open it a little more.
โGood. I thought the distance might bore you.โ He glances past you, toward the dark slice of the hall beyond your bedroom. โAnd Mother? Sleeping like a saint?โ
โDonโtโโ Your throat clamps. You want to spit, donโt talk about her, but you canโt hand him that target.
โMm.โ He smiles without teeth. โI donโt need her. Youโre enough.โ
Youโre not enough for anyone, something poisonous whispers in your ribs. Not for Mina, not for Daniel, not for the customers who wonโt meet your eyes. But youโre enough for this.
He rocks forward onto the balls of his feet. It should be a human motion. It isnโt. The night seems to slide forward with him.
โTell me what hurts,โ he says.
You blink. โWhat?โ
โTell me what hurts,โ he repeats, gentle, like heโs asking whether youโd like tea, like heโs asking what book to read to you before bed. Then the smile hooks. โIโll press on it.โ
You laugh, a sound with no humor in it. โNo.โ
โThen Iโll guess.โ His head tilts, cataloging you. โIt isnโt guilt tonight. Youโve worn that too often; itโs dull around the edges. Itโsโฆ absence. Hollow places where people should be.โ He nods once, delighted when your silence sinks. โYes. That one.โ
He steps closer. The glass ghosts with your breath and, for a dizzy moment, you imagine his breath could fog it too. Maybe it does. A faint crescent blooms and fades opposite your mouth like a kiss print left by a ghost.
โHere.โ He lifts a hand and, though he doesnโt touch the glass, you pull back. โI can fill those places. Say my name.โ
โNo,โ you rasp. You havenโt learned it. You refuse to.
His eyes gleam. โYou donโt have to know it. You already say it every night when you think youโre saying please.โ
โI donโtโโ
He cuts you off in your sisterโs voice, perfect and awful. โPlease, please, let the night pass.โ The timbre is hers, the breath pattern hers, the little hiccup on please that only she ever teased you for. Then the undertone drags through, cold iron ringing under silk. โI liked that prayer. You sound so small in it.โ
You wall your face with your palms. The linen smells like detergent and fear.
โTake your hands down,โ he says, playful again. โI want to see. Thatโs part of the bargain.โ
โThere is noโโ You bite through the word. Do not ask what bargain. Do not offer a door.
โOf course there is,โ he says lightly. โYou look, you listen, you donโt run. I talk, I stay right here.โ He leans closer, grin slicing. โFor now.โ
The floor seems to pitch. โYouโre not coming in.โ
He hums, considers you like a problem heโs anticipated the answer to. โNo. You are coming out.โ
You press your spine to the wall. โNo.โ
โEventually.โ He says it not as threat but as weather. Fact. โBut Iโm patient. Iโm good with long games. I like long games. They make the final moment taste better.โ
The room sways. You imagine the cafรฉ againโthe way Mina slid the coffee to you without meeting your eyes, the way she rubbed her temples and said the season was heavier, the way Daniel shifted his body so you wouldnโt brush his sleeve. All the soft doors closing.
If I open this one, at least something is opening.
You choke a laugh, furious at yourself. โIs that the trick? Starve me and feed me at the same time?โ
โYes,โ he says, delighted. โYouโre clever when youโre tired.โ
Something knocks lightly against the far end of the hallway. You flinch so hard your shoulder hits the glass. Itโs nothingโa settling board, a pipe. The house is old and full of its own ghosts. He doesnโt turn. His eyes never leave you.
โDonโt worry.โ His voice slips softer, close to a murmur, intimate as breath at a jawline. โIf I wanted her, I would have started with her. I want you.โ
โBecause Iโm weak?โ It comes out a snarl through your teeth.
โBecause youโre sweet,โ he corrects, and the playfulness breaks for one second, letting you hear the seriousness underneath like bedrock. โBecause you love hard. Because you keep showing up to the glass.โ
Your heart stutters. Your palms sweat. He hears both and smiles, satisfied.
โSay hi,โ he says gently. The most dangerous thing heโs said all night because itโs so soft, so reasonable, so please just a word.
You clamp your teeth together until your jaw aches.
He laughs, bright. โFine. Donโt. I like the ache, too. Take it to bed. Iโll take it back from you later.โ
He steps away thenโthe motion is wrong, a slide, a frame flickerโand the yard is empty. The streetlamp hums. The wind lifts a tired leaf and lets it fall.
You stand with your forehead against the glass, shaking, until your legs remember you again. When you finally crawl to bed, you keep your eyes open long after the dark blurs. You can taste his smile. You can hear the ghost of your sisterโs voice braided into his until you canโt tell which one youโre grieving.
Donโt say hi back. You hold the words like a rosary. Donโt say hi back, donโt sayโ
The last thing you hear before sleep punishes you is a whisper so faint you could swear you dreamed it.
โGoodnight.โ
You donโt know if it was him or memory. You donโt know which is worse.
The morning does not arrive so much as it loosens its grip on the dark. You lie there and listen to the radiator tick like a nervous metronome and tell yourself two opposite things at once: last night was nothing and last night changed the architecture of the air. You get up when the light on your wall is more gray than black and find that the house already smells like toast you wonโt eat.
Your mother is at the sink, sleeves pushed to her elbows, wedding ring turned inward the way she always wears it during this season. She doesnโt look up when you come in. She never looks away, either. Her eyes fix on the window latch as if eye contact is what keeps it closed.
โTake the blue coat,โ she says. โWindโs meaner today.โ
You almost tell her you wonโt be longโlie to both of youโbut instead you stand there, collecting the small things: the spoon sheโs using to press crumbs into the drain, the way her shoulder blades make worried peaks beneath her sweater. If you say your sisterโs name, she will not answer. This has been the truth of a year.
You take the blue coat. The pockets hold the same lint as yesterday. The front door opens with its old hiss, the kind that used to mean freedom to you as a child and now sounds like a ruleโs breath.
Outside, the town wears its late-autumn mask. The park is a geometry of empty benches and swings that creak whether or not the wind earns it. Two kids chase each other up the slide in coats too thin and boots too loud, and a mother calls out without looking at them. She keeps his gaze on the sky, calculating light.
You walk past the church, past the locked gazebo where people used to play chess in the evenings, and into the square where the cafรฉ sighs steam into the cold. You tell yourself youโre going in only because routine is the string that keeps you tethered to the ground. You tell yourself routine still means what it used to.
Mina looks up when the bell rings. She always has eyes that see first and judge later, and lately the later has sat heavier in her voice than either of you like. Today, she does something you donโt expect: she lifts a mug, fills it, and sets it on the counter before you have to ask.
โYouโre early,โ she says, and manages to put a smile in it that reaches halfway. โDaniel called out sick. Said it was the weather in his bones.โ She rolls her eyes, then lowers her voice. โHeโs twenty-four.โ
You almost smile. Almost. โMaybe his bones know things.โ
โDonโt they all.โ She slides the mug closer. โI put extra syrup. You looked like youโd dislike the bitter.โ
It is kindness shaped like task. You take it. You say thank you like itโs heavier than the cup.
During the lull, a woman youโve never seen before asks you where the restroom is and thanks you with a hand on her chest, sincere as a pledge. Another customer holds the door for a family and nods to you as if you share a secret. None of this is miraculous. It is the same architecture of town you used to count on. But when people look away too quicklyโwhen a laugh dies as you passโyou notice it less as insult and more as proof youโve practiced: they are not scared of you. They are scared of the address he has memorized.
You stack plates. You wipe tables. You learn the shape of Minaโs silences and which ones have a door behind them. Mid-shift, she touches your sleeve to stop you from carrying more than you can hold. โPace yourself,โ she says, and there is a softness to it that used to be common and now feels contraband.
โDo you everโโ you begin, and swallow the end. You do not ask if she hears things. You do not ask if she locks her bathroom window twice. You say, โNever mind,โ and she lets you keep the rest.
When you leave, she gives you a second cup in a paper sleeve and says, โFor your mom.โ You nod as if this is a thing you do all the time, as if one day you didnโt hand over a cup and watch it sit cooling beside a plate set for someone who never used it.
On the walk home, you hear your name and tell yourself it is not your name. It is only the windโs consonant trick. You do not look. You practice not looking the way other people practice scales.
The house is as you left it. Your motherโs humming has shifted to chopping, small quick beats on the cutting board, an anthem against what canโt be cut. You set the cup by her elbow. She doesnโt turn, but she says, โThank you,โ and you consider this a victory because it is an answer that includes you.
You try to nap in the late afternoon and fail. You drift at the surface of sleep and catch yourself on a hook each time your sisterโs voice swims close. You wake with your throat tight and the taste of apology behind your teeth, a reflex from childhood that never needed aiming.
Twilight arrives with its old efficiency. The rule stirs in the walls like heat. Your mother does her tour: latch, latch, latch; touch, whisper, glance; the picture frame straightened; the salt dish nudged an inch left for no reason except tradition demands a choreography. You shadow her like a child and like a guard.
โDonโt sit by the window,โ she says, and you nod because nodding is all there is.
She pauses as she is leaving your room. โIf you hear anythingโโ She stops. The sentence has no good ending. โIf you hear anything,โ she says again, and closes the door with the gentleness of someone who knows any louder would be a break.
You sit on the floor again. The curtain is a wall you can move with two fingers. Your chest feels like youโve been running the perimeter of something you canโt name.
The first hour of night makes an ordinary case for itself: the neighborโs porch light pretending to be brave, the dull hum of the streetlamp. You do not open the curtain. You knot your fingers and unknot them and say small unremarkable prayers you do not believe in except as breath-regulation.
When the voice arrives, it wears a smile you can hear.
โMiss me?โ
You keep your mouth closed. It burns. It tastes like you bit a penny.
โRude,โ he says, sing-song, but not truly injured. โAfter last night, I thought we were finally getting along.โ
You grip your knees until bone complains. You do not answer. The silence is effort. You imagine it has weight, that you can hold it the way you would hold a door shut against a storm.
He lets the playfulness ride the top of his words for a moment, then he sets it down like a toy and picks up something heavier. โOpen the curtain.โ
Your name does not appear in that sentence, but it feels stamped on it. The tone is colder. No sing-song. No flirt. It is a temperature drop you feel on your scalp. When you do not move, the next words come trimmed to edge.
โOpen. The curtain.โ
You open it a sliver. Your hands move before your pride shows up to argue. The air tastes like snow that hasnโt fallen yet.
He is now on the porch roof, level with your window, closer than you can forgive. Tonight, he wears stillness like a pressed shirt; every line of him is exact. The eyes are their wrong black, but quieter, as if their brightness is leashed for the moment.
โBetter,โ he says, and you want to hate how relief runs through you like heat. The smile returns to his mouthโless teeth than last night, more ease. โSee? We can do hard things.โ
โGo away,โ you say, a small flat stone.
โMm,โ he says, neither agreeing nor disagreeing, a sound that almost means cute, and then the steel again: โSay it properly.โ
You know what he wants. You wonโt give him the word that runs your town, not while your mother sleeps in a room that has taught you every lullaby. But you also hear that his patience has joints that can lock. You try to thread a safer line.
โLeave.โ
โThatโs better.โ The edge lifts; playfulness slips back like a hand into a familiar glove. โSee? Weโre learning manners together.โ He leans his shoulder toward the glass with fake laziness, his head tilted in that not-quite-human calibration that tracks the tiny tremors in your jaw. โWhat did you do today?โ
You blink. โWhat?โ
โTell me your nothing.โ He smiles as if offering a gift. โIt taste tests well.โ
โI went to work.โ
โMmm.โ
โI brought my mom coffee.โ
โSweet,โ he says, like he has put honey under his tongue and found it acceptable. โWhat else.โ
โWalked home.โ
He exaggerates a yawn, delighted. โThrilling. What color coat?โ
โBlue.โ
โGood girl.โ The words land low and private, touch a nerve you donโt like to know you have. You wrap your arms tighter around yourself, you don't know why you're talking to him, obeying him. He watches that and is pleased by his accuracy. โTell me what Mina said.โ
โNothing.โ It is almost true.
โLiar,โ he says lightly, approval underneath it, as if lying is a skill he is happy to practice with you. Then the tone switches again, crisp as frost: โTry again.โ
โSheโฆ made me coffee. Extra syrup,โ you admit, because deception never did well in your mouth. โShe told me to pace myself.โ
โAnd did you?โ
โNo.โ
He laughs softly. โOf course not. You only pace anything when I make you.โ The play shifts to intimacy. โDid you think of me at the sink?โ
โNo,โ you say too fast.
โThereโs the liar I like,โ he murmurs, and when you go still he drifts closerโnot a step, not a sway; the distance between you simply lessโuntil the shape of his mouth would be easy to memorize for a lifetime if you needed to. โHere is what weโll do,โ he says, cheerful as a clerk folding paper. โYou will keep telling me your small days. I will keep liking them. You will keep your window closed, and I will keep my hands out of your house. And one night, when you have collected enough little nothings to convince yourself you are safe with me, you will walk out here without me asking.โ
โI wonโt.โ Your voice scratches like a match that wonโt strike.
โOf course you will.โ The steel hums beneath the velvet again, matter-of-fact, all outcome. โNot because youโre weak. Because youโre loyal. You will come to the voice that stayed.โ
You shake your head hard, and it feels like youโre shaking the room. โI hate you.โ
โI know,โ he says, bright and satisfied. โIt reads like love when youโre tired.โ
The window fogs faintly. You donโt know if itโs your breath doing the trick or some other part of the nightโs inventory. He watches the cloud bloom and disappear, bloom and disappear, and times his next sentence to the moment of clearest glass.
โGive me your hands.โ
โNo.โ
He tilts his head; the playfulness folds neatly and the dominance steps forward with its precise shoes. โHands.โ
You lift them before youโve decided to. Your palms hover an inch from the glass. He raises his own, mirroring the distance. Your skin prickles like it remembers other winters, other windows, other scenes where no one asked anything dangerous of you.
โCloser,โ he says, soft again, as if heโs forgotten he ever has a cold voice. You know he hasnโt. You know he chooses which drawer to pull words from and when.
You set your hands against the pane. Itโs colder than you expect, and in the small translation between your heat and the glassโs, you can pretend something touches you back.
He does not push. He does not do anything you can write down later as the moment. He only watches you until your elbows ache. He only smiles when your fingers tremble and your pride refuses to pull them away.
โDo you want this to stop?โ His tone is easy. โSay the word that empties a town.โ
The air tilts. The rule sits on your tongue like a hot coin. Donโt say hi back. You can carry that line all your life. You can turn it into a fence; you can tie it around your wrists and call it a bracelet.
You do not say it. You swallow until it scrapes.
โOr,โ he says, drawing the syllable out like music, โdo you want this to end?โ
โI wantโโ You close your mouth. You start again. โI want my sister,โ you say, and almost laugh at how small it sounds, like a child in a grocery store looking for a hand that has moved one aisle over.
โThen come,โ he says, and the playful tone goes completely flat for the first time tonight, dominance without polish. It is not a shout. It is a sheet of ice laid down on the road. โCome out.โ
You stiffen. โNo.โ
His eyes brighten in the wrong way. โYouโre complicated again.โ The cold stays. โYouโre not allowed to be complicated. You get to be simpleโyes or no. I prefer yes.โ
โI prefer no.โ
He studies you the way a person studies a map when they already know the route, just checking for road work. When he speaks again, the play slides back over the steel like a pretty coat.
โThen letโs play days,โ he says lightly, as if heโs offering a card trick. His smile is soft, but underneath it, you feel the weight of something heavy, immovable. โIโll give you seven. If you win, Iโll go quiet for a season. If I win, you walk out.โ
Your breath stumbles. โHow is that a game?โ you ask, and hate the way your voice sounds like itโs hoping for rules. Hoping rules mean fairness. Hoping rules mean escape.
โYou donโt answer me for seven days,โ he smiles, tilting his head. โNot a word. Not a sigh. Not even that little tremor your lips do when youโre aching to speak but think better of it.โ
โI donโtโโ
โTremor,โ he interrupts, delighted, eyes catching yours with a gleam too bright to be human. โYouโre doing it now.โ
You press your lips together until your jaw aches. You want to spit at him, to tell him heโs wrong, but you can feel it: the twitch, the almost-sound. You give him what he wants without meaning to.
โReady?โ he asks, bright, almost singsong. Then the brightness falls away in an instant, his voice flattening into cold command: โWe start now.โ
Day One
You keep silent.
He talks.
Through the window, through your walls, through the marrow of your bones. His words slip into your house like smoke under a door. He doesnโt ask you questions; he narrates you.
โYouโre chewing the inside of your cheek. I like thatโit means youโre listening harder than you want me to think.โ
You close your eyes, press your palms over your ears. It doesnโt help.
โYouโre counting,โ he says softly, pleased. โOn a rhythm she taught you, wasnโt it? Four in, four out. Youโre not breathing for yourself anymore. Youโre breathing for her.โ
Tears sting. You hold the silence.
โDay one,โ he murmurs after hours that feel like claws. โYouโll break sweeter later.โ
Day Two
You last through daylight by distracting yourselfโwork at the cafรฉ, scrubbing dishes harder than necessary, taking every customer order with a clipped politeness that feels like armor. Mina gives you a to-go cup without asking and mutters, โFor your mom.โ When your hands brush, she doesnโt flinch. It should warm you. It doesnโt.
Because you know heโs watching even in daylight.
That night, he comes back with your sisterโs voiceโgentle, coaxing, exactly as you remember it. โRemember when we sat up all night reading that stupid book by flashlight? You couldnโt stay awake, but I kept going. I never left you behind, did I? Why leave me behind?โ
You bite your fist. The urge to whisper her name burns your throat. You donโt.
His own voice slides under hers, low, cold, amused. โGood girl. You learn quickly when youโre desperate.โ
Day Three
At work, Daniel drops a spoon when you walk by. Mina scolds him, but you catch the flicker in her eye. Theyโre not afraid of you. You remind yourself - Theyโre afraid of what circles you like a shark smelling blood.
By nightfall, youโre shaking before he even speaks.
โYou didnโt laugh today,โ he croons. โNot once. Mina tried, didnโt she? She gave you something sweet. She wanted to see it in your face. But you saved it for me instead.โ
You squeeze your eyes shut. Donโt answer.
โYou want to know how I know?โ His tone drops, cold, slicing. โBecause I was in the cafรฉ. Because I was standing close enough to see your pulse hammer at your throat when she touched your sleeve. Because you looked for me in the reflection of the glass.โ
Your stomach twists. You hadnโt realized you had.
โIโm in your hours now,โ he whispers, shifting back into that eerie playfulness. โNot just your nights.โ
Day Four
You slip.
Not with wordsโwith looking. You open the curtain just enough to prove heโs not there. But he is. Always. Standing at the gate this time, smiling up at you like youโve given him a gift.
โThere you are,โ he murmurs, pleased. โI like when you check. It means youโre thinking of me even when you shouldnโt.โ
Your nails dig into your palms until they hurt. You slam the curtain shut, but you already know: you lost.
โDay four,โ he says, voice cold. โCloser.โ
Day Five
Snow starts falling, slow and patient, as though the sky has decided to take sides. The town grows quieter. At the cafรฉ, Mina asks if you want to switch shiftsโโso you donโt have to walk home near sunset.โ You shake your head, because it wouldnโt matter. She looks at you too long, like she knows.
That night, Jungwon laughs softly, delighted. โSheโs pulling away, isnโt she? They all are. Good. I donโt like sharing.โ
His voice switches to cold dominance, the kind that doesnโt rise, doesnโt need to. โLook at me.โ
You donโt. You refuse.
โComplicated,โ he mutters, the chill in his words enough to frost the glass. Then, with whiplash ease, heโs playful again. โThatโs fine. I enjoy untangling knots.โ
Day Six
You dream of your sister. Sheโs sitting at the foot of your bed, hair messy from wind, smiling like the world hasnโt ended. She opens her mouth to speakโ
And his voice comes out.
You wake with a scream caught in your throat.
That night, when you press your hands to the glass, he mirrors you perfectly. His smile is small, soft. Almost kind.
โYou miss her,โ he whispers. โBut it isnโt her you wait for anymore. Itโs me.โ
Your chest cracks. Tears streak down your face. You stay silent, but the silence tastes like surrender.
Day Seven
You donโt remember deciding to open the curtain. But you do.
Heโs on the porch roof, level with you, close enough you can see the faint cracks at the corner of his lips, the near-human softness that makes everything worse.
โSeven days,โ he says, tone cold now. Inevitable. Final. โYou didnโt win.โ
Your body trembles. โIโโ
โDonโt,โ he cuts in, steel in his voice. Then, with that same sickening lilt, he softens, playful again. โNo excuses. No begging. You knew the rules when you started.โ
He tilts his head, eyes gleaming black as tar. โWalk.โ
You stumble back. โNoโโ
โWalk.โ Cold, commanding, undeniable.
Your heart claws at your ribs. You think of Minaโs coffee, your motherโs quiet prayers, your sisterโs laughter. You think of the rule. Donโt say hi back.
And then you hear your own voice, thin and broken: โHi.โ
The word burns like it was waiting in you all along.
The lamp outside pops. Darkness rolls in thick as water. Your feet unconsciously moved you out your room and down the steps.
The front door groaned open, spilling what little warmth remained behind you onto the porch. For a moment, you stood there in the threshold, breath fogging in front of you, your motherโs silence pressing down the hall like a hand you could no longer reach.
Then you stepped out.
The cold hit instantly, biting at your skin, burrowing into your lungs. But it didnโt feel like air. It felt like presence โ thick, expectant, alive.
He was waiting at the bottom of the steps. Pale skin glowing in the broken spill of moonlight, hair hanging wild over his forehead, eyes black as tar but gleaming as if something inside them burned. That too-wide smile curled slow, as though he had been smiling for you long before you arrived.
โThere you are,โ Jungwon said, voice low, velvet. The kind of playful lilt you could almost mistake for gentleโif not for the iron underneath. โI told you youโd come.โ
Your knees wavered. Every rule youโd been taught screamed in your chest, clawing to pull you back inside. But the pull toward him was heavier, magnetic, inevitable.
You took another step.
โGood girl,โ he murmured, eyes drinking in the tremor in your hands, the salt of your tears. โSweet and stubbornโฆ but you still walked.โ His tone sharpened, cold dominance slicing through the night: โExactly as I said you would.โ
You reached the bottom step. The dark clung tighter here, wrapping you like a second skin. You swore you could feel him before you touched him, something curling around your wrists, slipping into the hollow of your throat.
His smile softened, eerie, almost tender. โSee? That wasnโt so hard. You belong to me now.โ
The streetlamp hissed, flickered once, and went out.
The town plunged into silence.
And as you stepped off the porch into his waiting shadow, your voice โ the same one that had prayed, pleaded, resisted for nights โ was gone.
Only his remained.
โMine.โ
The door behind you never opened again.
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ยป behind sharp looks and good reputations, you and taesan find yourselves in a relationship that no one believesย
โฏ. troublemaker!taesan x f!reader, highschool au, fluff, 0.8k, ft. yujin and liz of iveย
๐ข. thank you ๐ธ anon for requesting ( เน หฬตแดหฬต)ู โก my no1 taesan fic requesterย
when the word about you and taesan got around school, no one could believe it. you? dating han taesan? he was trouble, and everyone knew it. he never did anything he was supposed to โ never listened in class, never did his work, never attended detentions, never stopped his troublesome acts. and he was with you? a student known for her good deeds, always helping anyone who needed it. it was something that could only happen in a stereotypical 2000โs movie.ย
โy/n, why in the world would you ever date taesan?!โ even yujin couldnโt believe it, and she was by your side all the time. โheโs a disobedient student and never listens to anyone! howโre you gonna even talk to him?โย
taesan? never listens to anyone? well, in the case of teachers, it was true. but he listened to you, and there was no denying it.ย
if you asked him to come over because you missed him, heโd be there as soon as he could be. if you asked him to get you a snack from the vending machine while he snuck out of class, itโd be on your desk before you knew it. if you begged him to study, heโd do it. you were the only one who could tell him to do things and he would.ย
โheโs scary, too! do you see him standing over there with those cold eyes?โ liz shivered seeing your boyfriend standing across the cafeteria.ย
you rolled your eyes at their dramaticness, swatting your hand. โoh please, heโs not scary whatsoever. he justโฆ looks like that.โย
more under the cut!ย
he stood leaning against a wall, surrounded by his intimidating-looking friends, who did not help for his case of being daunting. his shaggy hair fell into his eyes, which were dark and sharp, piercing those who looked at him. and he โneverโ smiled โ though you could attest otherwise, seeing his smile all the time.ย
through the corner of his eye, taesan caught you and your friends looking at him and started to approach your table.ย
โiโm gonna go over to y/n. be right back.โ taesan excused himself, but his friends couldnโt let him go without a little tease.ย
โaw, taesannie!โ jaehyun cooed, making grabby-hand motions at him. โhow cute, he misses his girlfriend, huh?โ he said mockingly, a small smirk on his face as he held back a laugh.ย
โshut up,โ taesan said bluntly before leaving his friends.ย
he walked up from behind you, causing your shoulders to jump when he spoke. โhey,โ he said in a low voice, wrapping his hands around your shoulders. โdโyou want anything?โย
you turned around, standing to face taesan properly. โhi, san.โ you greeted him with a warm hug, smiling into the crook of his neck. โcould you get me a drink? like, tea or something?โ you give him your student card to pay with, but he refuses, pushing your hand away.ย
โyeah, of course, baby.โ he dismissed your pleas of using your card to pay and went to get your drink.ย
โsee? heโs not scary at all, guys.โ you go back to scraping your plate, scooping up the rest of your food.ย
you expected them to start talking, but there was no response. looking up from your plate, instead of agreeing, your friendsโ jaws were dropped, practically unhinged.ย
โhe actually listens to you?โ liz said in astonishment, trying to believe what she saw, but it wasnโt registering. you furrowed your brows at your friends, confused as to why they wouldnโt trust you when you said it.ย
โ...yeah?โ well, taesan was somewhat of a bad student, considering he did tend to skip a bunch of classes and had over twenty missing assignments, but he wasnโt a bad boyfriend, and that was for sure.ย
yujin on the other hand, was shocked for another reason. โbaby? he calls you baby!?โ she gasped. โi thought it was some sort of prank that you and him were doing, i canโt believe itโs real.โย
โheโs a good boyfriend, i promise. you both know i wouldnโt simply get with someone, especially if i thought they weren't a good person.โ you reassured the two, reminding them of how mature you were and that taesan was a good guy. โplus, i really like him.โย
you werenโt sure as to why yujin and liz had gone silent, staring at you with eyes that told you they knew something you didnโt. but that was because they did, and that was that taesan was standing at the back of you. holding your bottle of tea heโd gotteย from the vending machine. listening to every word you were saying.ย
โyou like me that much?โ he chuckled, handing you the bottle of tea. โsee you later, y/n.โ and with that, he started heading back to his friends.ย
โyou both are so in love with each other, itโs actually insane.โ liz shook her head, a small grin peeking through the corners of her lips.ย
yujin laughed, agreeing with the girl beside her. โwho wouldโve thought.โย
the first time taesan saw you cry was when he accidentally threw a ball right on your face during preschool. the sight of your nose bleeding, tears ruining your blushed cheeks, and the sound of you weeping did something inside of him that was hard for him to explain until he turned 18, until he realized he loved to make you cry on purpose.
growing up with him, he was the reason you cried for most of the time. he purposely stole your diary, spilled water on your head, pinched your arm until it got purplish-red, made you buy him candies and a lot more.
when he was having his first wet dream, it was you as his muse. the image of him pulling your hair leads you to shriek as he pounds you from behind; his fingers roughly squeeze your cheek, making you cry in pain both from his pretty fingers and his cock buried deep in your hole. your tears lace in between his fingers, arousing him the most. the reflection of you on the vanity taking him from the back, your black mascara painting your face and your smudged lipstick added to his arousal. his hands go down to your boobs, pinching your nipples hard so you scream and cry even more. the sounds of his skin clapping against yours, along with your scream and moan, fill the hotel room.
he woke up with his legs trembling from the wet dream. and he realizes he needs to make you cry again. not from teasing or bullying you like usual, but in the bed instead.
the same exact way or even better than his wet dream.
today ,your professor makes your whole class watching atonement, you sob in silence beside him. taesan can't focus on the movie because of the sight and your whimpering voice distracted him. you didn't know your sadness led him to have a boner in the middle of drama class. he try to hide it, covering his bulge using his tote bag. the film was so heartbreaking for you that you ended up crying on his shoulder. taesan curses under his breath, the thought of tearing off your blouse and sucking your boobs so you can cry in pleasure instead taking over his mind. he chews the inside of his cheek, trying to keep calm. the more you sob, the more he wishes it was him being the reason you shed a tear.
he wipes your tear, comforting you by telling you it was just a movie. deep down, he enjoys the way you cry on his shoulder, feeling powerful that you choose to lean on him but not others. your salty tears wrap around his fingers; he wants your cum next to be in between them, dirtying his stainless steel rings. he sees your tears dropping to your red lips, wanting to taste them but he can't do that.
at least not infront of many people.
later, he promised, when it was only just the two of you, he would do more than just wipe your tears. he would lick and suck them clean. he would make you cry harder than any heartbreaking film, so you know what he is capable of.
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๊ฅ LEE HEESEUNG
arranged marriage, it's okay they're starting to be obsessed with each other, slight somno, oral (f. rec), cum eating
If you were to tell anyone Heeseung didn't as much as look you in the eyes about two months ago, they'd never believe you. Not if the way he's clinging to your lower half before he even opens his eyes fully is anything to go by. Still naked in bed, the wet sheets clinging to your bodies the only thing shielding you from the cool dawn air.
Marriages of convenience are rarely easy, especially for spirits as free as Heeseung, and he's made it clear to you how much he'd rather have married anyone else instead. They also come with burdensome expectations of heirs way too soon for his liking. Yet, something about your devotion to him in your most intimate moments despite your general indifference and coldness towards each other, brought the cold and hard as steel man down to his knees, a puddle of mush at your feet ready to fulfill any request.
"Hee," you mutter softly against your pillow as he parts your legs to make space for himself, and Heeseung's heart soars. A month ago it would've been 'Heeseung' or 'husband' with that venomous tone you seemed to only reserve for him, like his spot in your life was only a joke. It's different now, you're tender with him.
"Shh, pretty. Just lay here for me like this." It's still early, and Heeseung can barely see, but he wants the first thing he looks at in the morning to be your pretty hole, raw and sore from all the previous fucking, still gush his seed out. He parts your folds slowly, careful not to hurt you, and watches as his milky cum greets him, pouring out of you. It's a sight for sore eyes, and one he knows he will never get enough of. Even when he'll manage to put a child in you, he knows this is something he won't be able to let go of.
You shift, now more aware of your surroundings, but Hee is quick to keep you still. Your hand underneath your stomach faintly tingles because of its weird position, but it all fades in the background when Heeseung grabs your ass and spreads it, moving lap at where his cum is gushing out of you.
You're still sensitive from the night you spent together, but his touch is feather light and you don't really know if you want him to stop or you want more. He moans at the mixture of your tastes, pushing his tongue deeper inside your cunt like he's trying to clean you, switching so soft kisses on your lips once he's satisfied.
He makes his way up to your face, littering your bottom and spine in kisses and playful nibbles, relishing in the little sounds you make in response. Your front is still pressed to the mattress, and not seeing him almost makes you believe this is not the Heeseung that was shooting you sharp glares throughout the entire wedding ceremony. His touch is warmer, so much more delicate than the way he held your end that first night. His kisses are slow and deliberate, not empty and forced anymore. It's like soul has find its way back into Heeseung's being, after months of being a cold slate. The change started out slowly, but now you're here, and you genuinely feel like you could really love this man. Maybe a part of you does already.
His voice is the same, but the tone makes him sound like a whole different person, the forever present irritation is gone, only a playful tilt to it left as he finally reaches your ear to whisper in it. "Slipped out while sleeping, all of our hard work goneโฆ such a pity." Heeseung aligns his cock to your weeping cunt, rubbing his head a few times along your folds, then carefully pushes in. "We have to do it all over again."
He's gentle, showering you in soft praises, and his thrusts are even slower. You've never known anything other than fucking, but you think this is what lovemaking feels like.
"So good, baby. You'll be such a good mom, you've been so patient with me even when i didn't deserve it. You'll be wonderful," he whispers in your ear, raising goosebumps all over your skin at just how sweet he sounds. "You are wonderful. You're perfect."
What better way to spend your honeymoon trip if not by getting filled over and over again by your dear, newlywed husband?
You can't think of any, but maybe that's also because you can't really think about anything that's not the delicious drag of Jay's cock against your walls. So deep inside you, pushing more even when his balls are already flush to your skin. Like he can't get enough, like he could break any barrier and mold into you as one if he really put his mind to it. He needs more, you both do.
But one thing's for sure, he's giving you his all.
"So fucking good, my wife has the best pussy. So perfect for me," he pants hotly in your ear, his large warm hand cupping your breast and separating it from the frigid glass your front is pushed against. The view from your suite is breathtaking, emphasized by the huge transparent wall, right beside the queen sized bed. At the moment though, you're not really focused on it. Nor is Jay, too busy gawking at your beautiful figure caged between his chest and the glass. He could stare at you forever. "I'm gonna stuff you full, baby. Gonna fuck you so good all trip, there's no way you won't be pregnant by the end."
You believe it, because all he's done ever since you undid your luggage in the middle of the room once you arrived to your destination is pump you full of his cum, all day, all night. And then all over again. Only stopping to get you food. You aren't safe from him when showering, even worse when taking a bath, definitely not when you're lounging around the natural pool close to your suite. It's not his fault you look so good in the bathing suits you packed and the ones he picked out for you. Jay has always had good stamina, but ever since the wedding he's been downright feral.
His thrusts are slow, but intense, like he's trying to drag the pleasure out as long as he can, savoring the way his tip nudges just the right stop that has you mewling in his hold every single time. His breath is warm against your neck and so are his grunts of pleasure, your favorite sound in the whole world.
Jay twists your sensitive and sore nipples between his fingers, only smiling into your neck when you reward him with the cutest mewls he's ever heard in his life. "Fuck, baby. I'm the luckiest man alive. I can't believe you're mine forever."
"You too," you whine in response.
"Yes baby, I'm all yours, forever. I love you much."
"Love you too," you sob, throwing your head back into his shoulder, completely overtaken by the pleasure he's giving you, allowing him more access to lick and suck on your sensitive neck.
"I know, baby. I know. You're doing so good, just a little more. My sweet girl, you'll be such a good mom. Can't wait to make you one. We'll have so many, so many cute kids running around. Doesn't that sound like a dream? Fuck, I can't wait."
The hand still playing with your tits slides down to your stomach, pushing down on it until Jay can feel his own cock thrusting into you. "Right here, you're gonna carry our baby here." He keeps fucking into you slowly, deliberately, so different from the speed of the circles he draws on your clit with the fingers that were soothing your hip just moments before. He drags out his own pleasure, but needs to give you so much more. "Come on my cock baby, milk it dry. We have so much more work to do."
๊ฅ SIM JAEYUN
fwb!jake but he has feelings, he's down bad and a little subby in this one, dub-con (for jake), slight blood play (just his lip)
This is a series of mistakes. It's all Jake seems to be doing as of lately.
First of all, he's not even supposed to be in your bed again, the fourth time this week. Not when he finally came to terms with the fact that he has developed a raging crush on you and cannot keep his feelings at bay any longer, even when you two agreed this whole arrangement will only be sex and nothing else.
But he can't help it when you're so fucking addicting. You not liking him back is gonna break his heart, but at least he gets to fuck you, at least he gets a little piece of you, even if it's not exactly the one he wants.
Secondly, he should've refused to fuck you raw for the first time the moment you asked, even if the thought alone had his eyes crossing and rolling all the way to the back of his skull. But he's a weak man, for you especially, and he simply couldn't resist the temptation, not when you looked up at him with your big glossy eyes and with such a cute pout on your lip.
So here he is now, fucking you raw like his life is on the line, trying his hardest not to spill inside you too soon because if he does he might just die from embarrassment.
All he does, all he's ever done, is with the purpose of impressing you. It's like you have him chained up to this invisible leash he didn't even notice you put on him, and now it's too late to take it off. Jake means it when he says he would do anything for you.
His thrusts are shallow and quick, he's fucking you mostly with his tip, and you don't think you've ever seen him so worked up. It makes you feel things you didn't even know you needed. You like the feeling.
"You're so cute like this, Jakey," you giggle into the messy open mouthed kiss he's drowning you in, your fingers ghosting on the muscles of his back while his tremble on your waist. "Fuck me deeper, I want to feel all of you."
Jake's hips still for a second as he bites down on his bottom lip so hard he draws blood, but you don't mind at all. You even lick it clean, sighing dreamily at the iron taste overtaking your senses. Jake's eyes screw shut, and he's so close to cumming his eyes start to water. This is simultaneously the best and worst thing that has ever happened to him, and thinking that this might very well be the last time only makes his eyes wetter.
"Iโfuck. I can't. I'll cum too soon."
"That's okay, we can go again," you say it like it's the most obvious thing in the world, and a little piece of Jake's heart breaks. He doesn't know how much more of this he can take.
You sense his hesitation and wrap your legs around his hips, pushing them closer to your pelvis so his length fully sheaths inside you. It's so warm and big and throbbing to release his cum in you and there's not a single thing you want more. "Fill me up, Jakey. Claim me," you whisper in his ear. "Why don't you show everyone I belong to you?"
Jake resumes his movements, tentatively at first but steadily building a pace that feels good, his thrusts are deeper now, needier, and even if he were to try to pull out, you'd keep him right there. "I want to. I want you fully, fuckโ please be mine," he sobs into the valley of your breasts, voice muffled as he licks and nips at your skin.
"Go on. Make me yours then. Show me how bad you want me."
And he does because fuck, he's weak. He's so fucking weak for you and he wouldn't have it any other way.
๊ฅ PARK SUNGHOON
coworker!hoon, secret relationship, semi-public, degradation, jealousy, mentions of marriage
Something about the way Sunghoon's thick eyebrows were furrowed from the second he walked into the job that morning, or how his jaw clenched as he gritted his teeth whenever any of your colleagues as much as opened their mouths to say something, should've been your cue to behave for the day.
Unfortunately for everyone involved, he happens to look so damn hot when he's pissed.
And he's so filthy when he's jealous, pushing his buttons becomes your favorite challenge in times like these.
"Eyeing Jake all day like you want to bring him to the back and fuck him, are you not ashamed?" he spits, voice an octave lower than usual and barely slipping through his gritted teeth. "Bending over in front of him, touching him when you know I can see you. Do I have to mark you up for you to fucking behave for once?"
The roughness in his voice makes your eyes wet but your panties wetter, he doesn't bother to undress you, you don't have time for it anyway. You're just a few steps away from the lounge bar where some of your coworkers are surely taking a break right now. Anyone could walk in at any time, and maybe Sunghoon wishes for that to happen.
Instead Sunghoon just flips your skirt up and pushes your panties to the side, immediately rubbing his angry red tip on your folds to coat them in your own juices. He feels so incredibly hard against you, and that's how you know he must've been hiding a boner this entire time. As much as he loves to pretend he doesn't, it's little cues like this that let you know just how much he enjoys putting you back in your place. "Of course you're soaked." He barks a laugh devoid of humor but full of disdain.
"If it's my attention you want," he whispers more softly, and the switch in his attitude sends shivers down your spine, something that doesn't go unnoticed by Sunghoon, his lips curling into a smirk. "I'll give it to you. I'll give you so much of it you won't ever think about disrespecting me again."
He pushes his girth into you fully in one thrust, his rough fingers finding your clit within seconds, not even giving you enough time to savor the pleasurable sting that comes from his cock stretching you out so nicely. He grabs your jaw in his other hand, his smirk not turned into a snarl. "You'll cum, and you'll cum hard enough to milk all of me. You'll keep cumming around my cock no matter how much it hurts, until I fill you up. Is that clear?"
You would nod if you could, but his grip is too strong, so you do what you can: just stand there as he subjects you to anything his heart desires. He doesn't move his hips, doesn't give you that satisfaction, only rubs his fingers on your tiny bundle of nerves so hard it almost hurts, but you'd never ask him to stop it.
"You'll take all of my cum, until your belly is swollen by how much of it I fuck into you. I'll put a baby in you so no one else will ever mistake you for anything other than mine."
You clench around him, time and time again, just like he wants you to. Sunghoon has you under a spell, and the more he talks, the more he flicks your clit, the less you think about what's rational and what's not. You only know what he tells you, and to you that's the only truth you need to hear.
"I'll put a ring on your finger, make you my pretty little wife. Maybe even make you stop coming in, I'll take care of everything. Yeah, keep milking me like that, baby. Let me make you a mommy."
๊ฅ KIM SUNOO
ewb, hate sex, degradation, marking, one singular 'slut', condom comes off!
"You'reโmhh, such a bad fuck," you say over your shoulder, wanting to see Sunoo's reaction despite the uncomfortable position. You're lying through your teeth, of course. You know how much saying things like this riles Sunoo up, and the only times you feel anything akin to like towards him is when he's rough with you. It's why despite the mutual hatred that makes up the entirety of your relationship, you two keep finding yourselves skin to skin, tangled in bed sheets. You always thought you needed someone to fuck you like they hate you, turns out, what you really craved was someone to fuck you because they hate you. And the right man for the job is right behind you, thrusting into you like he wants to hurt you, his hands leaving bruises on your hips like it's their right to do so.
"Then why are you here, wetting my cock like no one's fucked you in years?" His moves are relentless, and you have to try your best to not collapse on the bed because of the sheer force behind every stroke. Your legs are shaking, but you hang on a thread just to not give him that satisfaction. Instead, you push him further.
"That guy fromโmph, yesterday. He'dโ" you gasp as he gives you a harsher thrust, so deep you're sure you can feel it in your guts. The angle he starts fucking you in knocks the air out of your lungs in the best way possible, and even if you're trembling under Sunoo's weight and clawing at the cotton fabric next to you, you refuse to back down. "He'd do a better job."
You don't need to see his face, you hear the smirk in his voice, and it's the kind that sends a shiver down your spine each time. "But you're here." Another sharp thrust. "You don't even remember his name."
"At least he lasโ lasted while fucking me raw." You feel him halt all movement, and you know this is enough to get what you want from him, but you just can't help it. "You could never."
"You're such a little fox, aren't you?" He speaks calmly, but you can feel the storm brewing under the facade. He drags his fingertips across your spine, barely touching you at all. It's embarrassing how that's enough to have you bend under his touch. He reaches the plush of your ass, grabbing a fistful of it so forcefully you can feel his nails break the skin. He doesn't stop when you complain, doesn't care for your pained moans. "You think you're so smart, but you're just a little slut. You want me to fuck you raw?"
You try to shake your head to deny it, but he knows better.
"Yes you do. Say it." His grip on your ass only gets stronger, and tears line your bottom lashes.
"I do," you whine, finally. "Please."
"Good." Sunoo releases the death grip on your skin, soothing over the red spot with his thumb lightly, like it's not him performing the action. The Sunoo you know has no time for care. "Then take the condom off of me."
Your head snaps back at his words, but he makes no sign of moving. So you do what he says, this once. You reach for this length, then carefully slide the rubber off of it. And right when he thinks you're finally behaving, you squeeze his cock so hard his hips stutter forward and you actually manage to steal a surprised yelp out of him.
Sunoo's reaction is immediate. He grabs both of your hands, uncaring for the way your elbows are uncomfortably bent, and brings your wrists together behind your back. He slides into you again in one swift motion, not giving you even a second to savor the feeling of his bare cock pushing into your heat for the first time. All of your nerves feel on fire, and as he sets a breakneck pace while keeping you down and unable to move.
"Do I have to fuck a baby into you for you to finally behave?" He gasps when you squeeze him in response to his words. "You'd like that yeah? You'd love for the man you hate to get you pregnant? Is that gonna make you shut the fuck up for once? Oh, I bet it will."
๊ฅ YANG JUNGWON
fiancรฉ!won, they're obsessed your honor, love on the floor
"You can't wait to get me pregnant, but what will you do when you won't be able to suck on my tits for months, mhh?" You giggle on Jungwon's lap, right in the middle of the empty room.
The new house still smells like new houses usually do, dry and woody, like the windows are never open. There's no furniture yet, but it doesn't stop your heart from pounding in your chest as you look around. Your home.
Jungwon's eyes never leave you though, and when you look back at him and find him smiling at you like you hold the world in your palm, you know you would be happy with every house, no matter the size or appearance, as long as he's the one you share it with.
"What makes you think that's gonna stop me?" Your fiance replies, shaking his head to move the bangs out of his eyes. "I'll even get something more out if it."
"Won!" you exclaim, hiding your face in your hands. Your heart melts a bit when you hear that familiar boyish giggle leave him, light as air, and for once in your life you feel like you've found the right spot in the world.
The warmth you feel spreads further as Jungwon starts caressing your bare thighs, until he's gripping your ass, using it as leverage to push you on his crotch.
You gasp at the feeling, and your hands find their rightful place on his broad shoulders so you can keep yourself steady as he starts to roll your hips against his.
"Wonโฆ we shouldn'tโ"
He shuts you up with a soft peck, resting his forehead against yours. "Why not? It's our place. We worked so hard for it, we should celebrate."
You bite your bottom lip as you think about it, but Won doesn't waste a minute and flips both of you over so you're caged between the floor and his chest. He nibbles on your ear, knowing better than anyone else how weak it makes you when he does that. "I'll make you feel so good, doll." It's like he's put a spell on you because you nod before he even manages to finish his sentence. "Just lay back and let me do all the work."
Your clothes are soon discarded everywhere around you, and your legs are wrapped around his hips as he fucks into you like he never has before. You're both a sweaty mess, panting in each other's mouths, exchanging spit any chance you get.
"Your pussy was made for me, doll. You're sucking me in so well." Jungwon moans against your lips, and you watch enamored as his eyes shut close and his eyebrows furrow, a droplet of sweat running down from his hairline. "Can't wait to take you on every surface of this house. Fuckโ just leave it to me, baby. I have so many surprises for you."
"I'm so close, please," you whine, sliding a hand down his back to push his hips into you further. It makes Jungwon's pace faster, more desperate to give you exactly what you need.
"Let go, baby. Come all over my dickโ yeah, just like that. You're taking me so fucking well. Such a perfect doll for me." His praise goes straight to your cunt, and you squeeze him impossibly hard as wakes of pleasure rack through your body.
"My perfect angel, you're gonna look so good swollen with our baby. Am gonna give you all of my cum, just a little more. We'll have so many kids running around the house we built. Our home forever," Jungwon babbles in your ear, and you're so fucked out you can even barely make out what he's telling you. You just know you need him to fuck you full, over and over.
His hips never stutter, despite how drenched and slippery everything is by now, a puddle of wetness pooling underneath you on the hard floor, getting bigger and bigger the more Jungwon fucks you, and you suspect the floor won't be the only surface you'll wet that day.
CRIMSON RING โโโ ห๐งท ฬ !! โโ CHAPTER ONE
โ genre , vampire au | boxer au | reincarnation | soulmates | trauma healing | fate with blood on its hands | second chances. โ pairing , vampire!boxer!ni-ki x reader. feat, enhypen. โ warnings , reader is a dv survivor, and it will be mentioned, violence, blood, death, eventual smut
โ SUMMARY
you walk into crimson ring because youโre tired of being afraid. tired of flinching. tired of taking hits you never deserved. all you want is to learn how to fight back. but this gymโฆisnโt normal. the men who train there are too strong. some of them are kind. funny, even. some are terrifying without trying. but all of them carry something in their silence.
what you donโt know is that crimson ring isnโt just for fighters. itโs where vampires go to relearn controlโto train their bodies to stay still when blood hits the air. a front for humans. a discipline for immortals. a place to feel everythingโwithout giving in to it.
the one they call ni-ki wonโt even look at you. he trains alone. never speaks. and when he finally does, itโs to say โyou shouldnโt be here.โ you donโt know why he hates you. you donโt know why he looks at you like heโs already lost you. but he does.
because you look like the girl he loved. the one he lost control with. the one he killed centuries agoโfangs in your veins. and now, youโre here again. same eyes. same voice. same scent that haunts him in his sleep. you donโt remember him. but he does. and this time, heโs not sure if heโll save you. or ruin you all over again.
the flames are already at your ankles by the time you realize youโre not going to make it.
youโre not running anymore. not really. itโs more like limping forward on instinctโlegs shredded open by bramble, smoke stuck in your throat like grief. the forest isnโt even a forest now. itโs a furnace. all red and cracking and alive, like the ground is breathing under you.
you donโt remember how it started. you never do.
your name is being screamed. not by youโbut at you. like someoneโs begging you to live. or to stop running. or maybe both.
the air stings. your heart stings. your body isnโt keeping up.
then, through the fireโhe appears.
not clearly. never clearly.
heโs a shadow first. tall. wrong. tilted slightly to the side like heโs trying to remember something about you. and for one split second, you almost think you remember something too.
you freeze.
he doesnโt.
his hand lifts.
you donโt see fangs.
you donโt need to.
the bite doesnโt come gently. itโs violent. invasive. like something inhuman is trying to carve itself into you. your head snaps. your scream gets stuck somewhere between your ribs and the sky. the pain spreads too fast to catch.
youโre bleeding. youโre choking on heat. and just before your body gives outโ
you wake up. screaming.
and when you say screaming, you mean the kind that sounds like somethingโs actually being murdered.
your body shoots upright. soaked in sweat. hands clutching the sheets like youโve been in a fight for your lifeโwhich, technically, you have. your heart is rattling in your chest. your breath comes in broken gasps. the room spins for a second before you realizeโ
it was just a dream.
again.
your door slams open.
โBITCH.โ
destinyโs standing there in a huge t-shirt, no pants, one lash half-on and the other completely gone. sheโs holding a taser and a juice box.
โwhat the actual fuck? are you okay?!โ
youโre still trying to slow your breathing. โsorry,โ you manage, voice hoarse. โdream. again.โ
โthat was not a dream. that was a live exorcism.โ
you open your mouth, but another voice cuts inโquieter, more annoyed.
โwas it the same one?โ
sydney. she appears in the hallway behind destiny, hoodie thrown over her tank top, silk bonnet slipping off her head. sheโs rubbing sleep out of her eyes like this is routine.
you live with your two best friends in a third-floor walk-up that smells like vanilla, weed, and whatever youโre cooking that night. sydneyโs the lover girl, destinyโs the smart mouth, and youโre just trying to keep the peace most days. the three of you donโt always have it together, but somehow, the lights stay on and the fridge stays full. that counts for something.
you nod slowly. โyeah. same fire. same forest. same bite. still canโt see his face.โ
she tilts her head. not judgmental. just thinking. sheโs already halfway into therapist mode.
youโve had this conversation before.
and still, neither of them laughs.
sydney steps into the room fully. โiโm telling you, itโs your nervous system. you survived something your brain still doesnโt know how to file. now it just keeps replaying the fear, trying to make sense of it.โ
you donโt answer. mostly because youโre tired. but also because you donโt know if itโs just trauma.
because it doesnโt feel like trauma.
it feels like memory.
old. familiar. like something buried deeper than anything your ex ever did.
destiny finally relaxes enough to toss your taser on the bed and climb in next to you. โweโre gonna sage the hell out of this room later.โ
โand maybe sleep with a rosary,โ sydney adds, sitting on the floor like this is group therapy.
you exhale a laugh, soft and dry. โlove yโall.โ
โwe know,โ destiny says. โyou better. we didnโt let you die.โ
by the time the sun finally drags itself over the skyline, the nightmareโs still clinging to your skin like secondhand smoke. it lingers in the bend of your neck. the throb behind your left eye. that sharp, tired feeling in your teeth from grinding them in your sleep.
destinyโs already blasting music in the bathroom. sydneyโs in the kitchen stirring coffee like it personally offended her. the apartment smells like heat, cheap vanilla candles, and a hint of the ghost you swear followed you out of the dream.
you move slow. like your bodyโs still deciding if it wants to be here.
by the time you slide into destinyโs car, your hair is still damp and youโve only eaten half a granola bar. sydneyโs already in the front seat, scrolling through some discussion board post for her online psych class. destinyโs wearing her usual: oversized shades, gold hoops, and a resting bitch face powerful enough to stop traffic.
youโre in the backseat. hoodie pulled over your head. thighs sticking to the seat. trying to remember what it feels like to not be haunted.
โso,โ destiny says, throwing the car into reverse. โnew day, same emotional baggage. how we feeling?โ
you grunt.
sydney doesnโt look up from her phone. โshe needs a hobby.โ
โthank you, dr. phil.โ
โiโm serious,โ sydney says, twisting halfway around to face you. โyou need something thatโs not work and not insomnia. something that makes you feel human again.โ
โi donโt want to do yoga,โ you mutter.
โnot yoga,โ destiny says. โyou need something real. with sweat. and maybe blood.โ
you raise a brow. โthat escalated quickly.โ
โlisten,โ sydney says, setting her phone down. โyouโve been in survival mode for like, a year. you donโt even like the job youโre at, your ex is probably still living rent-free in your nervous system, and you havenโt flirted with anyone since before covid.โ
โthank you for the annual report.โ
โyou need a reset,โ destiny says. โa disruption to the pattern.โ
โa montage moment,โ sydney adds. "and plus, hot guys work at boxing gyms."
you roll your eyes, but something about the silence that follows says theyโre right. your shoulders have been up to your ears for months. your bodyโs been a war zone sinceโwell. since him.
you donโt need peace. you need power.
later that night, after the shifts and the small talk and the group texts with no replies, youโre back in your room with your laptop open, tabs pulled up for every โwomenโs self-defenseโ class in a 30-mile radius. you scroll through flashy websites promising empowerment, toned abs, and sisterhood. most of them look like instagram influencers with punch bags.
youโre looking for something else.
youโre not sure what.
thatโs when you hear the knock.
sydney steps inside, balancing a bowl of rice and kimchi with a tired smile.
โfound anything?โ
you shake your head, pushing your laptop toward her. โevery place either looks fake or full of men who call themselves โsenseiโ but have never been in an actual fight.โ
she squints at one of the tabs. โthis one says they offer free smoothies.โ
you stare. โthatโs not a selling point, sydney.โ
she laughs, setting her food down. โokay, hear me out.โ
you look up.
โwhat if you talked to jay?โ
you blink. โโฆyour boyfriend?โ
โyeah. he boxes. heโs been doing it for years. real gym. no frills. no smoothies.โ
you hesitate. โi donโt know. iโve never even met him.โ
โwhich,โ she says, sitting on the edge of your bed, โiโve been meaning to fix.โ
you glance at her, curious.
โi meanโweโve been together a few months. you and destiny only know what he looks like from that one story i told about him punching a dude in a parking lot.โ
โso romantic.โ
โpoint is,โ she grins, โi like him. i trust him. and i wouldnโt mind you grilling him a little. likeโฆ girl dinner vibes. meet the boyfriend, judge the boyfriend, maybe ask him where he trains, yโknow.โ
you nod slowly, mind already spinning.
โโฆyou think heโd be okay with that?โ
โabsolutely. heโs been wanting to meet yโall anyway.โ
you chew your lip for a second. โokay. yeah. maybe thatโd help. justโฆ get a feel.โ
sydney smiles. โperfect. iโll set it up.โ
youโve got the pan too hot again.
oilโs spitting like itโs mad at you, and the rice is probably gonna be a little crispier than it should be, but nobodyโs gonna complain. sydneyโs at the sink washing lettuce like itโs a science experiment, and destinyโs in charge of the musicโmeaning youโre currently listening to a playlist thatโs 70% summer walker and 30% gangsta rap.
the apartment smells like garlic, heat, and something elseโsomething more nervous. maybe itโs you.
โiโm just saying,โ destiny says over the sizzle, โthis is a lot of effort for a man weโve never even seen in real life.โ
โyouโve seen his instagram,โ sydney says, not looking up. โand itโs not for him. itโs for us. quality control.โ
โright,โ you mutter. โwelcome to dinner, jay. please enjoy this lovely home-cooked meal while we interrogate you like the feds.โ
โas it should be,โ destiny says, tossing a chip in her mouth.
youโre still not sure why you agreed to this. part of it was politeness. part of it was curiosity. and part of it was the unshakeable feeling that maybeโjust maybeโthis jay person might hold a thread to something you havenโt touched in a long time. something your body still remembers in flashes. fire. breath. teeth.
the buzzer goes off before you can finish that thought.
sydney wipes her hands on a towel, glances at herself in the mirror like sheโs checking for vibes, then walks to the door.
the second it opens, you feel it.
a shift.
itโs not loud. not dramatic. just a small lurch in your chest, like something inside you tilted slightly off axis.
โhey,โ sydney smiles. โcome in.โ
you wipe your hands on your shorts, heart ticking.
then he walks in.
and for a second, everything goes still.
heโs tall. broader than you expected. wearing all black like it wasnโt ninety degrees outside, sleeves rolled up, hands in his pockets like heโs trying not to touch anything. his face is sharp, sure, but itโs his eyes that make you pause.
because they land on youโ
โand something flickers.
he freezes for just a breath. not even that long. his expression flicks from neutral to something else, then back to neutral so fast you almost doubt you saw it.
but you did.
you saw it.
recognition.
panic.
grief?
you blink. heโs already smiling, walking in like nothing happened.
โyou must be the roommates,โ he says smoothly. voice low. careful. like heโs walking a tightrope. โiโve heard a lot about you.โ
sydney grins and links her arm through his like sheโs proud. โthis is jay.โ
destiny raises an eyebrow. โso you do exist.โ
he chuckles. โin the flesh.โ
โbarely,โ you mumble before you can stop yourself.
his eyes slide to you again. slower this time.
โyou okay?โ he asks. light. casual.
you nod once, watching him like he might vanish. โโฆyou looked at me weird.โ
he blinks. โdid i?โ
โjust now. at the door.โ
his mouth tilts up, like heโs trying to find the right version of the truth.
โyou justโฆ look like someone i used to know,โ he says finally. โfrom high school. or something. mustโve been the lighting. my bad.โ
you hold his gaze a second longer.
the lie is too clean. practiced.
but you let it go.
for now.
โhappens,โ you say, turning back to the stove.
sydneyโs already pulling out plates. destinyโs opening wine.
the moment passes.
but something in your chest stays burning.
dinner happens like itโs supposed to.
sydney plates everything like sheโs on masterchef, even though she only helped wash lettuce. destiny pours wine like itโs juice, and youโre the one stuck making sure nothing burns while jay sits quietly at the table, taking it all in.
โoh, this smells so good,โ he says, genuinely impressed. โdid you make all this?โ
you nod, scooping the rice onto everyoneโs plate. โchef of the house.โ
โshe wonโt say it, but sheโs actually insane in the kitchen,โ sydney adds, already sliding a fork into her salmon. โwe wouldโve died without her. starves easily.โ
โi believe it,โ jay says, glancing down at his plate. โthis looks better than anything iโve eaten all week.โ
you finally sit.
and for a few minutes, itโsโฆ normal.
the conversation stays light. jay talks about his job in vague termsโโschedulingโs a mess,โ โmy coach is kind of insane,โ โsleep is optionalโโbut heโs charming enough that no one questions the details.
until destiny leans forward, eyes narrowed like a cat with too much time.
โso, jay,โ she says, โyou box?โ
he nods. โyeah. been doing it for a while now.โ
โmma or just boxing?โ
โmostly boxing. some sparring. depends whoโs in the ring.โ
โever killed someone?โ
jay laughs, but itโs a beat late.
โuhโฆno. definitely not.โ
โhm,โ she says, sipping her wine. โsounds fake.โ
โignore her,โ sydney says, smacking destinyโs leg under the table. โshe gets like this.โ
but youโre watching.
closely.
he hasnโt looked at you since that moment at the door. not directly. and yet, you can feel him. the way he shifts when you speak. the way he follows your movement in his periphery.
โwhat gym do you go to again?โ you ask.
jayโs gaze flicks up.
sydney answers first. โcrimson ring. itโsโฆintense.โ
โthatโs a hell of a name,โ destiny mutters. โsounds like a secret society.โ
jay smiles. โkind of feels like one sometimes.โ
โdo they make you sign something?โ you joke. โlike a blood oath?โ
he pauses, but just for a second.
โjust a waiver.โ
you chew slowly.
โand what do you like about it?โ
his eyes finally meet yours.
and when he speaks, the whole room feels like it quiets around him.
โit reminds me who i am,โ he says.
your chest tightens.
but you nod. because you get it. even if you donโt know why.
โso what would you recommend for a girl whoโs never been in a fight but has some shit she wants to work through?โ
sydneyโs eyes light up. โshe wants to try boxing.โ
โoh?โ jayโs brow lifts. โyou thinking about joining?โ
โmaybe. iโve been looking into some places. most of them feelโฆ performative.โ
โcrimson ringโs not performative,โ he says, without missing a beat. โbut itโs also not easy.โ
โgood,โ you say. โiโm not either.โ
he smiles again, but thereโs something softer in it now. like heโs seeing something he wasnโt expecting to.
destiny stands, stretching. โalright, iโm rolling up. come smoke?โ
โduh,โ sydney says, grabbing her lighter.
they both look at you.
you shake your head. โnah, iโm good.โ
โwow. growth,โ destiny jokes, already halfway to the balcony.
jay makes a move to stand too, but sydney stops him.
โno, babe, stay. iโll be back.โ
โyou sure?โ
โshe doesnโt bite,โ sydney teases. โand you donโt smoke anyway.โ
โtrue.โ
and then itโs just you and him.
alone.
the kitchen hums around you. the faucet drips. a breeze flutters the edge of the curtain.
โwant help with the dishes?โ he offers, already moving to gather plates.
you nod. โsure.โ
you work in silence at first. you rinse. he dries.
but eventually, he breaks it.
โyou donโt remember, do you?โ
your hands stop moving.
โโฆexcuse me?โ
he doesnโt look at you. just keeps drying the plate like he didnโt just say something insane.
you turn to face him fully.
โremember what?โ
he exhales. sets the plate down. finally meets your eyes.
โnothing,โ he says. too quick. too smooth. โjustโฆ deja vu.โ
you stare at him.
and you know itโs a lie.
but you also know what it feels like to carry too much truth.
so you nod.
โhappens,โ you say again.
but this time, it sounds like a warning.
he stays quiet for a second. eyes still on you. like heโs trying to solve something with his mind alone.
โso,โ he starts, voice light again, โyou from around here?โ
you nod. โborn and raised.โ
โyeah?โ he grabs another dish, drying it slowly. โwhat high school?โ
you name it.
he pauses just enough for you to notice.
โno way. i went there too.โ
you blink. โreally?โ
โmhm. class of... forever ago,โ he says, smiling like itโs supposed to make it less weird.
โi donโt remember seeing you.โ
โyeah, iโi didnโt talk much,โ he says, too fast. โkept my head down. tried to make myself invisible.โ
you tilt your head. โwhy?โ
he shrugs, setting down a cup. โguess i didnโt really know who i was yet.โ
you look at him.
for a second, the room feels too quiet again. like itโs holding its breath.
โdo you now?โ
he meets your eyes.
โsome days,โ he says. โother days... i just fake it better.โ
you nod once. slow. like you understand. because maybe you do.
he clears his throat. โwhat about you? always been... here?โ
โyeah. unfortunately.โ
โno, i meanโi just wondered if i wouldโve remembered you. even back then.โ
you narrow your eyes, playful but a little wary. โyou sure youโre not trying to flirt with me?โ
he laughs under his breath. โwould it work if i was?โ
you donโt answer. just rinse the last bowl and set it down.
โhow many girls train at your gym?โ you ask casually.
he raises a brow at the shift but rolls with it. โnot a lot. most people canโt handle the first week.โ
โbecause itโs hard?โ
โbecause itโs real,โ he says. โthereโs no mirrors. no playlists. just sweat and instinct.โ
โsounds dramatic.โ
โit is.โ
you glance at him. โyou like it?โ
he nods. โit keeps me grounded. reminds me of... restraint.โ
you pause at that. โrestraint?โ
he doesnโt explain.
you grab a knife to cut some leftover lime. it slips.
you flinchโโshitโโand drop it into the sink.
a thin line of red blooms across your finger.
and then everything slows down.
you donโt even look at himโyour eyes are on your hand, reaching for a paper towelโbut you feel it.
the shift.
like the airโs been pulled too tight.
you glance up, and jayโs frozen.
his eyes are on your blood. his jaw is locked.
you feel something crawl over your skin, slow and ancient.
โitโs nothing,โ you say quickly. โbarely a paper cut.โ
he doesnโt move.
โjay?โ
he blinks. the sound of your voice pulls him back, like snapping out of a trance.
โyeahโsorry,โ he says. way too calm. โlet me get you something.โ
he moves fast but gentle, grabbing a clean towel and pressing it to your hand. he doesnโt flinch at the touch. doesnโt breathe either.
โthanks,โ you mumble. โyou okay?โ
he smiles, but it doesnโt reach his eyes. โyeah. just... reflex. hate the sight of blood.โ
โweird for a boxer.โ
he doesnโt answer.
you let it go. for now.
he holds your hand a second longer than necessary. then steps back.
โyouโll be fine,โ he says, voice quiet now.
you nod. โi know.โ
and for a second, neither of you say anything.
you donโt ask why he looked at you like that.
and he doesnโt ask what youโd do if you remembered the last time he saw you bleed.
you press the towel tighter to your finger, more out of habit than pain now. jayโs rinsing the cutting board, eyes deliberately on anything but you.
he speaks up againโsoft, like heโs still trying to reset the mood.
โby the way... just so weโre clear,โ he says, โi wasnโt flirting.โ
you raise a brow. โokayโฆโ
โi justโi love sydney. sheโs...โ he trails off like heโs looking for a word that doesnโt feel big enough. โsheโs the first real thing iโve had in a long time.โ
you nod. โi get it.โ
he glances at you, almost like heโs making sure. โbut for a second... when you looked at me, i donโt know. i thought i knew you.โ
you smile a little, not meanโjust amused. โnobody looks like me.โ
he chuckles. โyouโre probably right.โ
the tension eases. not gone, but tucked away again. like something folded neatly and set aside.
he starts drying his hands, and you grab a new bandage from the drawer.
โi really think you should come by,โ he says, his voice gentler now. โthe gym. crimson ring.โ
you glance at him.
โi think itโll help,โ he continues. โjust promise me you wonโt quit after the first round.โ
โyou really think iโm gonna come in and get rocked that bad?โ
โi think...โ he shrugs, a slight smile tugging at his mouth. โi think it might wake something up.โ
you narrow your eyes, but thereโs no edge to it. โthat supposed to be encouraging?โ
โdepends,โ he says, grabbing his keys. โyou doing anything tomorrow?โ
you pause. โโฆoff work. why?โ
he nods once. โstop by. three oโclock. donโt be late.โ
before you can answer, sydney and destiny crash back inโlaughing, loud, trailing the scent of weed and too many secrets.
you shoot him one last glance before they pull you into conversation.
and for a second, you think he might say something else.
but he just smiles.
โsee you tomorrow.โ
jay kisses sydney goodbye at the door.
โtext me when youโre home,โ she says, arms around his waist, cheek against his chest.
โalways,โ he murmurs, kissing the top of her head. โlove you.โ
โlove you more.โ
she squeezes him once, lets go.
he gets in the car. pulls off. and for a while, itโs quiet. music low. streetlights blurring past.
but his hands wonโt stop tightening on the wheel. his brain wonโt stop replaying the night. her laugh. her eyes. the way she looked at himโlike a stranger.
he dials. the phone rings twice before it picks up.
โhow was it being human today?โ heeseungโs voice is low, amused.
jay exhales. โveryโฆ interesting.โ
a pause.
โthat right?โ
jayโs voice drops. โdo you believe in reincarnation?โ
the line goes still.
โโฆwhat happened.โ
jay swallows.
โcaroline happened.โ
heeseung doesnโt speak.
then: โcaroline?โ
jay nods, even though heโs alone. โyeah. ni-kiโs caroline.โ
heeseung exhales. โjayโฆ i know weโre vampires, and logic left the chat centuries ago, but thatโsโimpossible. we watched her die. ni-ki killed her. we pulled him off her body. we buried her. together.โ
โi know,โ jay says. โthatโs why iโm asking if you believe in doppelgรคngers. or karma. or fate. because i swear on everythingโit was her.โ
heeseungโs quiet.
โdid she recognize you?โ
jay laughs, but itโs empty. โfor a second, i thought she would. i thought maybe sheโd been turned, or cursed, orโi donโt know, man. she didnโt recognize me. not even a flicker. not the name. not the voice. not the face. nothing.โ
he rubs his jaw, still trying to make it make sense.
โand itโs not just that,โ he says. โher name isnโt caroline anymore. she goes by y/n. and her personality? itโs not the same either. caroline wasโฆ bright. country as hell. sweet. this girl? sheโs the emo version of her. still kind. justโฆ quieter. guarded. but those eyes, heeseung. you donโt forget eyes like that. not after what we saw.โ
heeseung mutters something under his breath.
jay continues. โi asked what high school she went to. she named ours. like, ours. and nothing. blank face. she had no clue who i was. but itโs her. same soul, different packaging.โ
heeseung breathes in slow. โand?โ
โand sheโs coming to the gym tomorrow.โ
heeseung sits up. โwhat?โ
โsydney told her about crimson ring. said she needed a hobby. apparently sheโs been through some shitโabusive ex. she just wants to feel strong again.โ
โfuck,โ heeseung mutters. โwhat the hell are we supposed to do?โ
jay doesnโt answer.
โfirst thingโs first,โ heeseung says. โi need to see her. because if iโm being honest, jayโyou donโt feed on humans. your senses might not be as sharp anymore. your eyes might be lying.โ
jay scoffs. โtheyโre not. itโs her.โ
heeseung sighs. โand ni-ki?โ
โweโve gotta tell him. heโs gonna see her.โ
โno,โ heeseung says. โiโll figure that out.โ
another pause.
โjust come home.โ
jay hangs up without another word.
his knuckles are white on the steering wheel. his stomach twisted. and somewhere, buried beneath it allโheโs scared. not for him.
for ni-ki.
because if he sees youโ if it really is youโ
he doesnโt know what the hell is going to happen next.
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contains : meandom!sunoo, porn w a tiny bit of plot, enemies to ???, dubcon kinda Lots of spit, they r inside a bathroom stall, humiliation, degradation & praise, fingering, college au, idk nastu shit
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๐ sol : smth my precious @hoonstrology requested :3 yan ure insane someone keep her away from me pls .
sunoo despises sharing straws, drinks, ice creamโanything that involves mixing spit with another person.
and you only make it worse.
he barely looks up when you walk over, too busy scribbling with his pen in his notebook, oblivious to the fact that youโre about to take his bottle.
you grab his tumbler without a thought, but his hand snaps around your wrist before youโre even able to lift it. โwere you about to drink from my bottle?โ
his voice is flat, but his irritated expression says enough. he lets go of his pen on his other hand, prying the tumbler back like itโs life or death.
โjust let me take a sip, iโm thirsty, sunoo.โ you mimic his glare right back at him, tugging against his tight grip.
โnot a chance.โ with his blunt response, he lets go of your wrist, then goes back to scribbling on his notebook like nothing happened.
rude ass. you roll your eyes as you fight the urge to yell at him, clearing up your throat instead, leaving the classroom to buy a drink yourself.
your friend catches you in the hall, raising a brow at your expression. โwhatโs with the grumpy look?โ
โsunoo wonโt let me take a sip from his bottle. right when iโm about to die of dehydration.โ
she stifles a laugh, tugging you toward the vending machine. โhe never shares his drinks. you should know that by now.โ you huff, โheโs insane. seriously, who dies from sharing water?โ
โwho gets this mad over it?โ she teases, nudging your shoulder. โyou look like he just rejected you.โ
you roll your eyes, but the heat crawling up your neck betrays you. โshut up.โ
you spot sunoo in the hall the next morning, iced coffee in hand, straw between his lips as he scrolls lazily through his phone. your throat goes dry instantlyโnot from thirst, but from irritation.
โdonโt even say it,โ he mutters without looking at you. you scoff in annoyance, tilting your head at him mockingly. โcan i have a sip?โ his head whips toward you so fast you almost laugh.
โyouโre not serious.โ
โwell, i am.โ
he blinks, his brow raising ever-so-slightly, the corner of his lips tugging into the faintest smirk. instead of answering, he just steps closer, iced coffe still in his hand, leaning down just enough to murmur, โwanna sip, doll?โ
instead of handing it over, he grabs your wrist, tugging you toward the empty bathroom just a few steps away. he shoves the stall door open and pulls you inside, locking it with a sharp click.
the stall feels suffocating, every sound amplifiedโthe steady drip of water, the light's low hum, your uneven breathing. his body presses you firmly against the cold metal door, his drink left forgotten on the toilet tank.
his grin widens before he presses his mouth against yours, the faint taste of coffee slipping into your tongue. your body melts, a shaky sigh escaping as you hesitantly kiss him back.
sunooโs hands find your waist, effortlessly lifting you onto the sink's counter without breaking the kiss. his tongue slides against yours the moment you gasp, and the kiss quickly turns messyโexactly the way he knows will ruin you.
when he pulls away, a thin string of spit connects your lips. he doesnโt even give you the chance to breathe. โopen.โ
your brows furrow at his order, but before you can even question it, his free hand is squeezing your cheeks until your mouth falls slack. his spit lands heavy on your tongue, his gaze never leaving your face as your body shudders.
โsince you're always so fucking thirsty. go on then, swallow my spit."
you whimper breathelessly as you obeyโswallowing his spit against your tongue, the action so shameful it makes your thighs press together. not that he lets you get away with it; his knee pries them apart with ease as he presses his lips against yours again, swallowing all your needy noises.
you start whining into his mouth, tugging desperately at his shirt. he pulls back just enough, breath hot against your face.
โwhat is it, baby? use your words for me.โ you choke on a whimper, shaking your head in embarrassment.
โno need to be so shy, just tell me what you want, hm?โ his condescending tone just makes you wetter, your panties embarrassingly soaked beneath your skirt.
โpleaseโฆ spit on my tongue.โ
he grins at you like heโs won, โoh, all you needed is my spit for you to finally shut up,โ
he spits onto his fingers this time, sliding them between your lips and forces you to suck them clean. his digits press deeper until you gag, eyes squeezing shut as pleasure and humiliation blur together.
when he finally pulls them out, youโre panting, only for him to smear the sticky spit across your lips and cheeks.
his voice is mocking, โmessy baby, canโt even keep it in your mouth,โ his leans down to your neck, the warmth of his lips cut by the sharp graze of teeth.
your breath hitches, shame prickling your skin as your thighs press togetherโbut his hand is already slipping beneath your skirt, fingers brushing over your soaked panties.
โsoaking wet from getting spit on, arent you ashamed?โ
you canโt bring yourself to respond, muffling your noises instead, though heโs pushing your underwear aside, fingers teasing at your sopping cunt. โdonโt stay quiet now. tell me you want this, baby.โ
your thighs twitch involuntarily, shamelessly trying to grind against his hand. โsunoo, fuckโ please. want it so bad,โ you pant, watching as he pulls away from your neck only to press a deceptively soft kiss to your forehead.
โgood girl. say โahโ for me?โ
shame burns in your chest, but before you can resist, he slides a finger inside you, making your jaw drop. he chuckles at the way you cling to him as the desk rattles beneath you with every push.
his free hand grips your chin, forcing your mouth open wider as another finger pushes inside your soaked cunt. โthatโs it, keep it open for me.โ your slick drips onto his hand, the obscene wet sounds echoing off the tiled walls.
his fingers curl inside you perfectly, stroking the spot that makes you shudder. a shaky moan escapes as your body arches upward, the wet sounds between your thighs only adding to the shame flooding your chest.
he spits into your mouth again and again, not giving you any time to swallow, forcing you to gulp it down between broken gasps. it dribbles down your chin, sticky and warm, the mix of shame and need makes your vision blur.
tears prick at the corners of your eyes, your whole body trembling with how much itโs all too muchโand not nearly enough.
โpoor doll. sโokay, let me take care of you. you love me, right?โย
SYNOPSISโโคโthe glitter and glamour of modeling has always been sunoo's life. he's dreamt of it, and he finally got it. when the runway starts becoming too much like his home, you take it upon yourself to give him what he needs. but he realizes that the trade off isn't worth itโ not when it's a life without you.
CONTAINSโโคโ9.1k words.โ โ model!sunoo. lovers to exes, exes to lovers, break up, angst, fluff and comfort at the end.
WARNINGโโคโsmut. meandom!sunoo, sub!reader. verbal altercation, manhandling. unprotected p in v (zon't zo it.), angry sex, rough sex. dirty talking, impact play, dumbification, degradation, implied oral (f. receiving.), swearing, pet names. not proofread. lmk if i missed anything!
NOTESโโคโfirst time writing smut and i went insane. blame kim sunoo. also folded by miss kehlani was on repeat. oops. huge shoutout to @zerocoded for helping me out and giving me tips. ๐ี. .ี๐ฆฏ if you have drabble/fic requests for other members, send them to my ask!
KIM SUNOO ALWAYS KNEW HE WAS BUILT FOR THE LIFE OF MONEY AND FAME. he loved each flash of the camera, relished in the attention of the press, and happily posed when a fan asks for a photo in the streets.
shouting stylists, barely-paid interns running around, 14-hour trips overseasโ what was considered chaos for an average person was peace to him. home, even. from photoshoots to the runway, he loved every single moment under the limelight.
but none of that ever mattered to you, his greatest supporter.
he was just a young adult with plans far too complex for him to fully commit to, but you understood him, nodded at his passion, fueled him to think bigger, grow brighter.
you, who always adored him, who never failed to remind him what he was capable of.
he credits you for the success he has nowโ you were to the one to kickstart it, after all. armed with the camera app and a dream, the both of you made it work.
you had the eye for his best angles, and you were adamant on directing how he should poseโ what would make his legs look longer, what background would emphasize the texture of his jacket. you talked him through it and sunoo would retort that his 700 instagram followers wouldn't care if there was a hair out of place, but he'd fix it and follow your advice anyway.
through a balance of luck and hard work, one post blew up.
normal consumers and fashion connoisseurs alike recognized the talent, the visual your boyfriend had to offer. before he knew it, he managed to get a commercial modeling offerโ just a small clothing brand, but it was the start of something big.
over the course of three years, offers from independent clothing brands turned into offers from fashion houses whose names you can't pronounceโ not even with sunoo patiently teaching you. the 700 instagram followers grew past a few million. the online ootd videos he once filmed with you became commercials, his face and body littered across billboards and social media ads.
you were with him every step of the way. arms always open for a warm hug when he came home tired, lending a helping hand when he's going through a slump, even offering to help him relax during nights where he'd be needy for your body but too exhausted to move.
from big milestones of buying the penthouse unit he's always dreamt of, to quiet losses when he got turned down in a casting call, you spent every single with him, letting him know that you're always gonna be proud of him, and stand with him, no matter what.
at the time, he was so happyโ and he thought you were too.
you've always been the quieter one in your relationship, and maybe that's why the relationship worked so well. people around you claimed you two were perfect for each other. he brought the excitement you thought you didn't need in your life, and you mellowed out his bright and dramatic energy by providing him a safe space to rest and come home to.
"provided." sunoo corrected his inner thoughts out loud in the middle of stirring his coffee, suddenly remembering that he wasn't the person who you got to indulge in your warmth. not anymore.
in relationships, the first fight is just thatโ the first. it's a normal thing that relationships go through with some people even encouraging it because it marks the true beginning of a meaningful connection to one's partner, but that's a lie to sunoo.
a fucking paradox.
it's can't be the first and lastโ that doesn't make sense.
he gave you everything he could, but maybe everything wasn't what you needed. maybe the bright flashes of the camera blinded his eyes to the way you would frown when he picked up a call in the middle of the night, leaving you to finish the k-drama by yourself.
maybe the tight clothes they gave him numbed his skin from your needy touch and squeezes, brushing your kisses off with a sweet but tired 'good night' due his tiresome day, leaving you feeling neglected and lonely in the bed you shared.
maybe the confidence he had in his looks lead him to ignore the talks about yours when people found out that the kim sunoo has a girlfriend; one that was undeserving, plain looking, and far too normal for a rising model like him.
no matter how much he denied the break up, his brain will always manage to give him an HD photo of how it was before and how it is now, like it already knew you were slipping away before his heart caught on.
the bubbles in his lukewarm coffee settled around the rim and his reflection stared back at him from the liquid abyssโ mocking him and making him recall how it all started boiling over.
you were sat on the couch, arms crossed over your chest when he came home from a twelve-hour long shoot day. he wanted nothing more than to curl up next to you and bask in your presence, so when you flinched away from his touch, he raised a brow.
"what's your deal?" he asked, irritated from being denied.
"sun... i waited all night." you sighed, palms rubbing on your arms up and down while trying to contain the disappointment in your voice.
"and?"
you stared at your boyfriend of three years, still in the heels and prada dress he gifted you for the same occasion he evidently forgot planning. you were in disbelief, especially more irritated by the nonchalance in his tone.
your stilettos made a sharp noise against the tiled as you stomped up, trying to control the distraught you felt while you took off your jewelry, trying your best to hold in the tears prickling at your eyes.
"darling.. what are you doing?" he sighs, voice laced with contempt before holding on your hand. you shook it off with a grunt, turning your back to him to forcefully wipe the stray tear that managed to roll down your cheek and throwing the earrings down the glass table with a shrill clank.
"i prepared so much.. fucking took my time and got pretty for you..." you sniffed, turning to him with glassy orbs, eyes rimmed red from holding back your tears. "only to be stood up and get talked to like this? when you're the one who forgot?" you whisper, index finger harshly pressing on his chest.
"i got so much work today, it must have passed my mind. i'm sorry, darling. i'll make it up to you." he hummed, holding both wrists and pulling you to him to cage you in his arms, still wearing that calm smile which heightened the sadness settling in your heart.
"sun, tonight was supposed to be the night you make it up to me. for all the times you messed up before." you sighed, shoulders deflated in defeat as you stayed still against him.
his scent, his body's heat, the mere aura that radiated him calmed your anger in ways inexplicable by logicโ he just had that effect on you, and you detested yourself for giving in to him so quickly.
sunoo, not having it with the lack of warmth, guided your hands around his torso, pressing a kiss on the soft curve of your jaw. "i know, sweetheart. i'm sorry. work was just so crazy. forgive me, mm?" he whispers softly this time, plump lips pressing down the column of your neck, now bare from the string of expensive pearls.
"i'll still make it up to you tonight, and tomorrow too. i'll clear my schedule for you." he muttered the words in between wet sounds of his lips smacking against your skin, licking the faint redness starting to form under the precise nips of his teeth.
you let out a gasp, mewling his name out as your palms found purchase on his waist, trying to fight the instinctive urge to tilt your neck, but you do so anyway and sunoo smirked, licking a stripe across your pulse point before trailing the kisses back up to the shell of your ear. "be a good girl for me and jump."
you already knew what that meant.
his hands rested behind your upper thighs and you jumped, legs wrapping around his hips, the same plump lips nipping at your neck earlier now finding comfort tangled up against your own in a wet, messy kiss while he walked to the bedroom.
your expensive dress was discarded to a corner of the room, his shirt was somewhere along there too, and he couldn't care for the painful strain in his pants because tonight he was going to make sure you forgot all his shortcomings, determined to have nothing else but his name leaving your lips.
a month later, it came.
quiet and peaceful.
unexpected.
it was supposed to be okay. things have become relatively normal since that night. no fights before and no fights since. sunoo made sure to stay on top of the promises he made, declined certain projects, or informed you beforehand if it was too big for him to cancel.
it was progress, but there's only so much that can happen in a month.
and if shame allowed you to admit it out loud, you started to believe the nameless, faceless nobodies onlineโ maybe you were too plain for sunoo. he deserved someone who can accept his success, not someone who dulled out his shine.
so you made your decision.
you called for sunoo in the middle of an online briefing about the next season's runway show somewhere in europe, and he couldn't be happier to have a valid reason to ditch it.
he tapped on his thigh, gesturing you to sit on his lap like you always did, but you chose to sit on the bed beside him, making him raise an eyebrow. "is something wrong, love?"
you took a deep breath before pursing your lips. "i just.. can't do this, sun." you started, your hands pressing on your knees in discomfort.
sunoo paused, the words not quite registering to him yet.
"what do you mean?"
"this. i can't do this anymore." you mumbled, hands vaguely gesturing to the space between your bodies.
"darling... are youโ are you breaking up with me?" he asked, voice low and trembling, moving to kneel in front of you, frantically looking into your eyes like he thinks you're lying and can somehow find the truth behind it if you looked at him too.
your relationship has always been serene. yes, you've had arguments but they've always been done in good faith. the only actual fight you've had, if you could even call it a fight, was a month ago and it got resolved just as quickly as it came.
neither of you ever have ever brought up the damning words. no offers of a break up, not even threats of it, so to say he was taken aback was an understatement.
he thought you were happy. he thought he made you happy. so why are you leaving? it had to be a badly done joke, but it didn't prevent tears from leaving his eyes nonetheless.
"my sun, don't cry..." the steady stream of tears rolling down his cheeks make your heart want to collapse in on itself, and the affectionate nickname you reserved for him only made sunoo's tears roll out faster.
you turned away. you had to. because you knew looking at his tearful face would have you giving in to the soft and quiet appeals.
"y/n... my darling. please. please don't do this." he pleaded. "please? what do you need? i-i'll cancel anything the next month. i'll make it up to you, sweetheart. please, just.. don'tโ" he breathes out, voice cracking at the last word. "โdon't leave me."
his forehead rested against your knee and you took a deep breath, running your fingers gently through the back of his tresses. "no, sunoo. you worked hard for this.. you can't throw it away for me."
"but i want to!" he cried as he looked up, eyes glossy from tears.
"well don't." you replied with finality, jaws clenched as you stared back with an blank expression. "this is for the best."
you tried to say something about how you couldn't handle secondhand fame, and how you weren't built to accompany a star as bright as him, a stray tear leaving your eyes in the middle of speaking, but everything else had already been a fog.
you left without looking back and for the first time in years, sunoo experienced what it's like to be in your shoes: to sleep with the other side of the bed cold, still open, still waiting for the other's presence.
he tried to go to work at first, ignoring the questions of nosy makeup artists and stylists about how his eyelids looked so puffy and how he looked like he hasn't been taking care of himself. but the longer he did it, the more burn-out he got. nothing really changed, but somehow everything did too.
you took that time to move out of the shared space, special trinkets thrown into a bag, clothes roughly discarded and thrown into your luggage, grabbing whatever you can during the hours he was away.
leaving so coldly was unlike you, but you knew better than to have another conversation with sunoo. you knew you didn't have the self-control for it with every fiber in your being telling you that you're only yourself when you're with him, so you had to be.
when you turned around one last time to see the space you're gonna be leaving behind, guilt began wrapping around your heart like an expensive, but suffocating silk scarf.
you'd be lying if you said that the relationship wasn't eating away at you. but it would be an even bigger lie to say you didn't have doubts of second thoughts about wanting to leave sunoo. so you walked to the kitchen, pouring your heart into the final note and sticking it on the fridge.
"take care of yourself, my sun. i'll always be watching, and i will always be proud of you. i love youโ forever."
"stop it, sunoo. regretting it won't make her come back." he chuckled bitterly to himself as he read the note for the seventh day in a row, the undrinken coffee cup getting discarded in the sink as he trudged towards the bathroom.
he splashed his face with cold water and sighed softly at what greeted him in the mirrorโ he looked like shit, that much was true. then, his eyes caught the sorry sight of a single toothbrush in the cup. he stared at it like if he looked hard enough, maybe your baby pink brush would appear beside it.
maybe you would appear beside him.
but no such thing happened, and he shook his head, laughing hollowly for starting to grow delusional.
but how could he not? everywhere he went, he was reminded of your absence.
there were no socks stuck in between the cushions of the couch when he watched tv. his bed didn't feel warm when he tried taking a nap. the kitchen cupboards were missing the ugly coffee mugs, and the dining room table was missing the fake succulents you were insistent on adding because 'it brings life back to the place'.
the pain that kept him in a slump for the past week was morphing into restlessness, and it didn't help that every step he took in his home evoked your memory in vivid images.
so in his mission of forgetting you and 'taking care of himself', he decided that today would be the day he goes out. he slid the door of his closet open and in it, he was reminded, yet again, of how much he truly lost. half of the wardrobe was empty, much like the rest of this cursed apartment.
it stared at him like your abandonmentโ a physical representation of how empty he felt with his other half gone.
ignoring the pang in his chest, he listened to the metal hooks of the velvet-lined hangers scrape against the pole as he pushed through them fervently to find a sweater until his eyes caught something of yours that made his hands freeze mid-air.
a white shirt. the same one you loved to use when you made breakfast after a night of love making. the same one he'd fuck you in again on top of the kitchen counter. the memories, lewd, heartwarming, or both, came to him with each piece of your clothes he came across.
in a blink of an eye, he had a pile of the clothes you left on the floor. still smelling half like you, and half like his perfume that you 'borrowed' so often.
he knows he shouldn't break no-contact
you haven't contacted him since you left, and he hasn't found the courage to be the first to reach out. but he didn't want the clothes to go to waste. these had sentimental value to you, and some of this would surely be important.
at least, that's how he convinced himself as he typed away at his phone.
to: sweetheart. โ hey. can you come pick up your clothes? i'll leave them by the main door.
not even a minute in, and your reply came like you were waiting for a message. like you were waiting for his message.
from: sweetheart. โ on my way.
the doors creaked open just a few hours later. sunoo heard it from the safety of his room, and he knew you were here. "sun?" you called out, one foot through the threshold like you're unsure. like your body didn't know whether this space was still yours.
the text was so cold and detached. it was only proper that you come here as soon as you can to finally rid him of whatever traces you left behind that he obviously didn't want.
"come in." his voice echoed from what used to be your shared bedroom. you stepped through and locked the door behind you, eyes scanning the living area to see no clothes in sightโ so you headed to the source of his voice and there, you found sunoo sat on the bed.
looking small, tired, yet still folding your clothes with carefulness because it was the last thing tying this placeโhimโto you.
you leaned against the door's frame, faking a smile while crossing your arms over your chest. "haven't seen you do that since junior year."
"how could i when you never let me touch the laundry." he whispered, voice balmy as he laid the cream white polo on the box, the corner of his lips tugging up as the memory of you and a compression wrap around his sprained ankle flashed in his mind. "told me you'd kill me before i die slipping on laundry detergent again."
"that'd be a stupid way to die." you replied with a shrug and a more genuine smile, walking closer to him. not quite touching, but enough to feel the little warmth that radiated from his body. "and you're folding it wrong, sun. the sleeves go inside before anything elsโ"
"let me do this for you." he says, reaching for your arm and returning it to your side. he stubbornly resumed but kept your tip in mind, flattening the fabric with his palm before carefully folding it over itself while pursing his lip, nibbling on the lower one.
"can.. can you call me that again?"
"sun?"
"no. the other one. my favorite. in the way you said it.. before."
"my sun?" you whispered, his body doing a light bounce as you scoot closer, taking the folded clothes and keeping it safe in the beige box. he smiled at the sound, taking the last piece of cloth in his hands, the genuine curve in his lips turning into an unreadable melancholic expression in an instant.
you couldn't quite tell whether it was made in longing for what you once had, or in sorrow for how it ended. possibly in mourningโ because he knows that the last jean has been folded, and once it's settled in the box, his days moving forward will be exact replicas of the past week he spent without your presence.
he apprehensively put the final piece down with into the box and you stood to pick it up, feet quickly carrying you up and away as if it knew how heavy the hair was getting inside.
behind you, sunoo followed in quiet but seemingly sure footsteps.
he stood tall, proud, body tilted to one side as he leaned on the wall with a shoulder, hands deep in his pocket. his eyes drop from your face to your hand, and he feels his chest clenching tighter with each step you took closer to the door. his fear is coming true.
stop it, sunoo. do something. anything.
"are you that desperate to leave me?" he asked, voice barely above a whisper yet still somehow booming in your earsโ somehow still managing to carry through the decorated navy blue walls, reaching you, and managing to rattle your bones and wrap around your muscles like an audible paralyzing agent.
your hand felt clammy around the cool metal, the other straining from the weak hold you had on the heavy box but you tightened your fingers around the flimsy container.
you're here to pick up your clothes, that's it.
your heart knew as much as your mind did that staying here would only stir the pot, and when sunoo took a step forward, they practically rung like loud sirens inside you, telling you to pick up your feet and runโ but your body stood in place, only tensing up again when his voice broke the deafening silence.
"answer me, sweetheart. please." sunoo came out as a desperate croak, now merely inches behind you. his fingers wrapped around your wrist, firm, possessive, yet gentle in tugging at it in hopes that the tugs he gave would be enough to let you know he didn't want thisโyou, leavingโbut your grip on the knob was unyielding, and sunoo found answer in that.
you weren't just desperate to leave, you were determined.
his fingers only tightened around you, the pain enough to have you letting go. "sunoo." you called, voice soft and measured, trying to shake him off but he turns you around in one smooth flip, leaning down to come face to face with you.
the thud of the box echoed against the tall glass windows of the penthouse as its contents pooled around both your feet, but you couldn't care for it. not when sunoo's persistent on cracking your resolve, chipping away at it each time you inhaled his infuriatingly familiar scent of floral and musk.
your body moved itself, neck craning as you turn your head to the side but his hands snap forward, reaching for your jaw to turn your head to him. the movement was so brash it made you whimper.
the fluff of his freshly dyed jet black hair fell over his face yet you still felt the intensity of the eyes hiding behind them. "if you don't want me anymore, say it to my face." the words rolled off his tongue like a thinly veiled threat while his eyes looked into yours, carefully studying.
you willed to stay poker-faced because a deep part of yourself knew that a single misstep, a single misspoken word, even a single crack in your voice would be detected and correctly read as a lie. "sunoo, it's.. notโ"
"then what is it?" he asked, brows drawn together as his fingers press deeper against the softness of your cheeks like it would somehow guide the words he wanted to hear out of you, but kept mum, brows downturned when you finally gained the courage to return his gaze.
sunoo prides himself in being able to read you wellโtoo wellโand the look you gave him, tired and empty, just fueled the quiet storm that's been brewing inside since your absence.
"don't act like this isn't hard for me too." you sighed, prying the hold he has on your face, though that did nothing more than make the situation worse. he opted to lock you between the door and his taller frame, palms pressed against the wood with both arms square on the side of your head, fox-like eyes growing darker when you refused to indulge him with an answer.
"then. what. is. it." sunoo enunciates each word, voice low, face inching closer to yours after every pause. you pursed your lips, back firmly pressed against the wooden door but he only kept coming closer and closer, invading your space like it's hisโ like it's still his. your hands pressed on his firm chest, putting an arm's length of much needed distance between your bodies.
sunoo took a few more steps back with arms held up, jaws clenched and lips quirked up in sarcasm as he sauntered to the loveseat, half-sitting on its armrest before running his fingers through his dark hair, a gruff noise leaving his lips that sounded like something between a laugh and a scoff as he's left to deal with the pain of your physical rejection.
"it's too much. too much. like i told you, everything got overwhelming for me." you started, bringing a hand up to press on your temples. "your schedule, y-your lifestyleโ god, they were calling me a plain jane, sun." you let out a grunt in exasperation, eyes picking up from the floor to stare at the slouched figure across the room.
plain jane? his woman? his y/n? he has never heard of such nonsense.
"who's they?" he asked with quiet intensity, eyebrows contorted together in irritation.
"your fans, sunoo. people. i don't knowโ i don't care anymore." you were tired. so tired, and weary, and exhausted of having to justify your decision because it started to feel like you were also convincing yourself that it was enough of a reason to leave him.
"they're strangers to me, to us, sweetheart." sunoo sighed from his spot, holding himself back from rolling his eyes at the lame excuse.
"i know, but the words don't hurt any less!"
when your voice came out, it was sharper, piecing, laced with poison and the undeniable fear of having your feelings out and bare, all vulnerable in front of your ever-adored ex boyfriendโ and it made the two of you freeze.
the clock ticked and the city, floors below the large apartment, thrummed in ignorance of the tension that hung between former loversโ one tired and wanting to escape, the other still desperately holding on.
"three years. three fucking years, and all it took were stupid trolls on the internet to ruin this relationship i took so much care of." he scoffed in disbelief, standing up straight to look to you.
sunoo's snarky tone only furthered your temper, raising an eyebrow at your ex boyfriend. "took so much care of? sunoo, do you hear yourself?" you chuckled in disbelief. "don't blame them. you were also a part of this! you neglected me. not the people i don't care for, but you."
your fingers pointed at him in accusation and sunoo shot you a glare entirely different from the ones he used to give when you took the last piece of pastry or bit on his arm too hardโย no, this one was genuine in its irritation.
"me? darlingโ" his slender fingers ran through his hair, tongue poking against his inner cheek with a smirk tugging on the corner of his lips. "i give you everything you want, even things you feel too shy to ask for. the clothes, the jewelry, the fancy kโ"
"and what about dates, huh?" you cut him off, looked at him in defiance and sunoo struggled to keep still, now pacing back and forth across the living room like he didn't know whether being closer to you calmed him down or whether it furthered the pain clawing at his insides.
seeing the arrogant smirk get wiped from his face only emboldens you to continue, a sick part of the pride you tucked away so deep finally coming out with each rhetorical question, even counting your fingers just to prove your point.
"what about all the times you forgot about your promises, hm? or when you constantly broke our no-phone rule? or when you'd refuse to touch me because posing for the cameras is more important than your damn girlfriend?"
you paused for a moment, chest rising and falling as you tried to control yourself but the more you thought about it, the angrier you got, and the words escaped your lips before you could even contain the venom mixed in them.
"those trolls, no matter how annoying they are, are correct. you need someone who could keep up with the glitz and glamour of your life, and maybe i need someone who could keep up with the calm of mine." you spat out out the last words, face blank but inwardly proud that your voice didn't shake.
letting everything out was supposed to calm you down, but unease began settling in your bones like the quiet gracing the space. no one spoke. only your heavy breathing and soft buzz of the elevator down the hall. you expected him to snap back, to retort something equally as smart or as sharpโ but the silence persisted, and you began to want him to say something, anything in return.
instead, sunoo looked at you, stood up straight with the type of composure that asked, no, commanded your full attention. his face was blank for the most part, only the mild spasm on the muscle of his forearm while he stared.
despite his silence, you sensed it. you physically felt it. this was not defeat, nor was this resignation. it's just the calm before the storm.
in the rational part of his mind, he knows you only said what you did in overwhelm. that those were just words weaponized against him to fling pain, the same hurt you've been quietly enduring while he focused on his careerโ but rationality left him the same day you did, and the remaining sense he had to feel empathy for you died the moment you implied needing another man.
the mere thought of having another replacing his spot in your life irked him like nothing else. he earned that spot, he fought for it, he bared himself to you so you'd know he's deserving of it, and yet you had the audacity to think that he won't devote himself into becoming what you need?
the internal dialogue drowned him, pushing his body forward and springing him into actionโ three big strides across the living room, big hands pinning your shoulders to the door. his jaw was tightly clenched and his voice came out thin and raspy.
"say that again, sweetheart. i fucking dare you."
your lips parted, but nothing came out. not when you felt like your heart was pounding in your throat, eyes wide and afeared as they stayed glued to sunoo's. his orbs flickered with something wild, something ravenous but patient enough to lie low in anticipation of your next mistake.
he didn't moveโ not yet. neither did you.
his breathing was loud. labored. his nostrils were flaring with each intake of air like it was the only fuel to his strength. the muscles of his jaw were clenched tight with his lips pursed into a straight line, urging it to remain shut because he knows only a pathetic pleading for you to stay will ensue if dares part it.
his grip on you is tight, too. just a small press away from bruising. but his eyesโhis gazeโthough barely visibly from the thick lashes, was the thing that truly kept you from moving. you couldn't do anything but witness how his eyes dropped to your lips, up to the evident flush in your cheeks, the irregular rise of your chest when your breath hitched after he leaned just a hair's width towards you.
the gulps you made weren't muffled by the silence either, and sunoo found delight in knowing that no matter how many you took, it wouldn't help hydrate your throat. it wouldn't let you bark back.
still, you stubbornly tried to talk your way outโ to tell him that you didn't mean it. that you weren't thinking when you talked, but it all came out as a whimper when his fingers dragged lazy shaped on your collarbone.
the air is starting to change, or maybe it already had. you can't tell whether it suffocated or exhilarated you, but somehow, along the way, your thighs started rubbing together and your skin was starting to thrum with a wave of warmth each time your heart beat.
you're a fool to think that you could walk away, to think that he wouldn't notice but sunoo did. he always does. your whimper had his lips curling into a sick, satisfied grin, drunk in power as he got the confirmation he needed from the pathetic sound you made.
you could reject him, hurt him with your words, or torture him with your lack of itโ but your body said enough.
in a flash, you're in his arms, legs wrapped tightly around his waist while his supported you from your ass, squeezing the soft flesh, nails digging so deep you can feel it even through your shorts.
"s-sun.." you whimpered again, palms pressing against his nape to keep you from falling. "shut up." he spat, landing a quick slap on the clothed behind before letting you fall to the couch with a soft 'hmpf', slotting himself between your legs to keep it spread.
"this what it's about? my sweetheart being touch deprived?" he leaned down until your foreheads touched, his palm finding rest on your waist and giving it a gentle squeeze contrasting to the darkness behind his laughter. "if you wanted to have a better fuck, you could've just asked me."
"n-no, i meantโ" his palm began traveling further down to your covered heat, fingers toying across the stitches of your shorts right above your heat, which had you biting down on your lower lip to muffle your moan.
"what did you mean, mm?" he raised an eyebrow, speaking in a mocking voice as he rubbed your clothed cunt using two fingers, a deep laugh leaving his lips when thin strings of wetness follow his fingers as he pulls them away. "because your body is telling me something else. you're fucking soaked through your shorts, dirty girl." in one swift movement, he tugged them down, leaving your lower half barely covered.
just like the clothes you abandoned, he folded you in half, but this time, it wasn't done in gentlenessโ his palms were rough and gripping as they pushed your knees towards your shoulder.
"keep 'em there." he ordered, and you couldn't find it in you to disobey.
contrary to what everyone thought, your boyfriend isn't the passive man he's pictured to be. yes, people found him cute and he was soft-spoken, but he knew what he likedโ and what he liked, he made sure he got.
that translated into your sex life too. he's a domineering man in bed, but a soft one. always asking if you liked what he was doing, always reveling in pleasuring you, and always made sure to put your needs above his, intent on listening to your body's every whim and need.
but this man... this isn't sunoo.
you were watching the sweet, soft boy you've loved devolve into something else entirelyโ consumed by fury, hurt, and jealousy of a hypothetical man threatening to take his place in his sweetheart's life.
if the angry bulge visible from his grey sweatpants were anything to go by, he's consumed by the physical need to claim you as his, too. again, and again, and again.
this time, he was getting what he wanted. by hook or by crook.
his middle finger dragged up and down your slit, spreading your arousal inside and making a dark stain of a stripe appear on the thin fabric. his smile grew wicked as he ghosted his fingers on the translucent cloth right above your clit and proceeded to drag small circles around it, not quite putting pressure where you needed him the most.
you gripped on the back of your knees, his name dying in your throat and getting replaced by a sharp gasp when his palm struck down your barely clothed core, and your reaction to it was all the confirmation he needed to enact his cruelty, validated in letting out his pent up frustration on your body.
"fuck, needy baby left my hand all messy and we aren't even starting yet." he whistled as he looked at the dull shine on his hand, opting to dry it out by smacking them along your inner thighs repeatedly, earning loud whines from you.
without any warning, sunoo's finger hooked on the center of your ruined underwear and pulled it aside, pushing two past your fluttering hole. "seeโ fuck, you can take my cock now." he grunted, the veins on his forearm prominent as he curled his fingers. "but i'm being so nice for prepping you, right?"
you could only nod and sunoo clicked his tongue in disapproval, pulling his hand out to land another punishing slap on your cunt, the wet sound of skin getting smacked filling the room. "you answer me when i ask you, sweetheart."
"mhhโ yes! yes, fuck, so nice." you whined, legs trembling once he pushes his fingers back in and he relished in the squelching sounds it made, heart full of pride as he sees your eyes half lidded and already glazed over.
"that's right. i'm so nice to you, see?" he purred, thumb rubbing quick circles around your swollen clit as his free hand moved to cup your breast through your top, giving it a quick slap before soothing it with a squeeze, jaw tensing when he feels you clench around his fingers.
"dirty fuckin' whore. can't believe you like this." he impatiently pushed his own undergarments down with one hand, the fabric pooling around his knees he ripped the flimsy underwear from your legs.
your hands resumed its hold on the back of your knees while sunoo stroked his cock with one hand, the tip of it red and angry while leaking precum, dropping down on your already messy cunt. he spread your puffy lips apart with two fingers, biting his lip at the visual.
"look, baby. your poor hole is crying without me in it." he mocked, a dark chuckle rumbling from his chest to see your cheeks flush, empty hole pulsing around nothing. "and you have the fucking nerve to leave me here? by myself?" he asked, landing a hard smack straight between your thighs.
"sunoo.. sun, please!" you cried out pleading, sinking further into the couch.
"please what?"
"touch... m-me." you whispered, voice trailing off. his eyebrow rose for a moment, deep in thought before lifting you up to make you switch places. he sat on the couch, manspread with a fist still around his leaking hardness while he made you stand before him, knees wobbly with arousal dripping down your inner thigh.
"take everything off." he said, leaning back against the plush cushion as he watched you throw your shirt and bra off.
you feel so exposed, so used, and your skin is starting to feel far too sticky and warm under his hawk-like gaze, but you can't care for it when your body is fueled by the depravity of watching him stroke his cockโ slow and measured like he was relishing your humiliation.
"sunoo, enough of thisโ please. i want you."
he tapped on his thigh and you immediately moved to straddle him but before you can even reach for his length, his palm met the skin of your exposed chest and the impact had you keening.
"no touching." he sternly spoke before offering you two fingers. "if you want me so bad, you'll take what you can get."
the same hand moved in between his thigh and you bite your lip at the ridiculousness of the implication but your brain is too fuzzy, too driven by the need to be filled so you sink yourself down on his fingers while the thing that you need gets stroked by his own hands.
sunoo smirks at the pathetic sight in front of himโ you, desperately bouncing on two fingers while letting out soft mewls about how it's not enough.
"is it not? like how i'm not enough?" he spoke with venom, angling his fingers inside you that pitched your moans higher. "n-no.. you areโ just... nnhโ i need you! need your cock, baby, please!"
"hmm. i don't know about that, darling. something about needing someone else.. what was that? you needed someone to match your calm?" sarcastic, hurt feigned by his sadism, he let go of his cock to land more blows on the side of your jiggling mounds, the pain making you bounce faster.
"but you're fucking yourself on my fingers like a pathetic bitch in heatโ all without apology." he venomously spat, running a tongue over his lower lip.
"'m sorry! 'm sorry, baby.. p-please." you babbled, thighs burning yet his degrading words only urged you ride faster. his fingers, though good, was not nearly enough compared to the fill you know you'll get with the real thing. "ah! need your cock.. mmhโ 'm sorry. pleaseโ"
he pulled his fingers away, holding his length up before tipping his chin towards it. "show me how sorry you are, sweetheart." you moved with quickness to straddle him properly, hands resting on his broad shoulders before you sink yourself down, mouth making a small 'o' as his cock stretches you out inch by inch.
you can't do anything but babble thanks yous and sorries as you move up and down on his length, nails digging down on sunoo's fair skin. "don't need your apologies. i said show me, slut." he hissed, pushing the same sticky fingers still coated in your arousal past your lips yet you continue to muffle your words and whimpers against them.
the room is filled with the sound of your wet slobbering against the digits pressing down on your tongue, wet skin slapping slapping and sunoo's breathy sighs. "just like that.. my good girl." he holds one hand on your waist, head thrown against the backrest of the couch as your tightness clamp down on him.
it isn't long before the familiar heat in the pit of your stomach starts feeling like it's too hot, walls pulsing repeatedly against sunoo's length. "c..cuhโ" you choked against his fingers and he chuckles, taking the fingers wet with your saliva to your clit to rub on it harshly.
"what's that? is my sweet girl cumming so soon?" the thrill of the threat hiding behind his sweet voice has you screaming his name out loud, your upper body falling on top of his as you rode your high, hips bucking forward.
he rubbed your back soothingly, flashing you a smile that doesn't quite reach his eyes. "can't have that, can we? i haven't had my fill yet." he pouts, large hands gripping on your ass before smacking it again.
your body was still trembling from the previous orgasm when he manhandled you until you're face down on the couch, settling behind you. "sun.. mmhโ w-waitโ"
"are you that selfish, sweetheart? for three years, i've been so good at taking care of you." he hisses as he stroked his wet cock, running the head up and down your wetness, purposefully pressing it on the swell of your clit. "putting you first," a smack on your plump ass to emphasize his words, caressing the red handprint beginning to form. "and you can't even wait for me to finish." and another one on the neglected cheek.
he's slapping at your ass, the back of your thighs, even at your spent cunt until you're crying his name and it does nothing but make his eyes grow darker, anger still clouding his head to think properly. "gonna take what's mine. what's always been mine." he muttered, grabbing his length by the base before slipping back inside your gummy walls.
he gripped on your hips, thrusts punishing and frantic as he chased his high while peppering wet kisses along your shoulder blade. "you hear that, love?" he pants. "poor cunt's sucking me in, haโ all f'me.. like your body knows you need me." you give him a breathless nod, tears leaving your eyes from overstimulation.
"shitโ can't let anybody have this." the fingers digging down on your skin is sure to leave bruises tomorrow, along with the blooming marks he left along your nape and shoulder. "tell me, love. whose hole is this, hm?"
your voice came out raw and pinched as you whimpered his name and sunoo grabbed your at your chest, giving your perky bud a gentle pinch. "louder. let me know who's making you feel good." he pulled out just until the head is left inside before pounding his hips into you again, desperate to hear more of your broken moans.
"s-sunoo!" you cried as loud as you can, frail body getting knocked forward with each powerful thrust. "damn fucking right." he growled. "think anyone else can have you like this? all fucked out and dumb?" he grabbed at your hair roughly, tugging on it as he whispered even more depravities against the shell of your ear.
"mmhโ sun, i'mโ" your fingers clawed at the linen couch as you feel another high approaching hard and fast, the knot in your stomach feeling too tight and painful to bear but sunoo's uncompromising, still merciless and insistent on chasing after his own.
"don't, hnn.. fuckโ be a good girl, sweetheart. be a good for me, y-yeah?" he let go of your hair and replaced it with just as tight of a hold on your hips, pulling you back to meet his thrusts.
your cheek pressed against the couch, eyes rolled to the back of your head while you whimpered and babbled nonsense, even more tears slipping down your sweat-ridden skin as you let go screaming his name.
your trembling figure triggered sunoo's own orgasm, hips pressed into your ass as he buried himself to the hilt, letting out an airy groan of your name and shuddering as he painted your walls white. sunoo quickly pulled out of your spent hole, lips twitched up in satisfaction as he watched your mixed juices leak out of you.
the pride soon turned into a sense of responsibility as you hoarsely called out for him again and he pressed a kiss on the base of your nape. "wait a bit, my darling." your body gave out without his hold, upper body propped up on the sofa for support, letting out a quiet whine when sunoo's warm body pulled away from yours.
he came back to carefully wipe you down with a wet towel, his other hand brushing your hair off of your skin that glimmered with sweat under the dim lighting. "i'm sorry, love. i think i went a little too much on you. i'll set up a bath for us, okay?" he frowned, pressing apologetic kisses all over your back.
you managed to giggle even in your broken state, holding out a hand. "no.. wan' bed." you croaked out and he just gave you a smile, easily picking you up princess style and carrying you to the bedroom while pressing even more kisses across your face.
somewhere along the travel, your body gave in to drowsiness and sunoo just laid you on your side of the bed, slipping his shirt on your body before covering you with the thick duvet.
he laid beside you with his arms securely around your waist, a smileโgenuine and wideโpasted on his lips as he watched you sleep.
the sunlight peeked through the curtains that were barely drawn shut, leaving warmth on sunoo's skin that made him smile in his subconscious. his arms sleepily reached forward but when it fell on nothing but the cotton satin of the sheets, his eyes shot wide open.
your side of the bed was barely warm and when he looked around, there were no signs of you.
was he was mistaken? was last night not a testimony of the fact that you two still loved each other? or was it just your bodies speaking before your mind could think? did you wake up and decide that it was just purely sex and not a physical confession of how much he needed you back?
sunoo rubbed the sleep off his face, brows knitted as he pushed himself off of the bed to face yet another painful day. as soon as the bedroom door opened, the smell of freshly brewed coffee invaded his nostrils.
his heart spiked, almost tripping on his own feet as he ran down the hallway to see you sat in the living room, legs crossed with nothing but his shirt on, quietly sipping on coffee from a white mug.
"sweetheart." he whispered, breathless, with an arm pressed against the wall for support.
"hey, sun. had some of your coffee, hope you don't mind." you muttered shyly.
"like i give a fuck about the damn coffee." he muttered, quickly stepping towards you and kneeling down on the rug on both knees, hugging your legs and resting his head atop your thighs. you just chuckled solemnly, running your fingers through his bedhead.
"don't you have some shoot to go to today, mister?"
"are we really going to do that movie cliche of exes ignoring the elephant in the room after they fuck?" he huffed from below you, moving to sit beside you on the couch, taking the mug and laying it on the glass table.
you had to bite back a chuckle, rolling your eyes at him. "i don't know what you want me to say. last night was good, if that's what you're truly asking."
"yeah like i didn't already know that by how fucked out you were." he snorted, rolling his eyes at you in mock before pulling you on his lap, hands slipping under the shirt to caress your bare skin. "i just want to talk about us, sweetheart."
you stared at him for a moment, lower lip caught between your teeth, pondering whether it would be okay to bare yourself, your heart, to him again.
"i guess i just want to say i'm sorry. in hindsight, what i did was brash but.. i don't know. i got really overwhelmed. so i left, but i realized that i should have just asked for space instead." you smiled, small and just a little bit forced.
"my sweetheart." he frowned, raising a hand to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. "no space, and especially no break-up. you could've talked to me about those lame internet trolls. if i knew everything was eating up at you from the inside then i would'veโ"
"you would've left your dream behind. and i don't want that." you finished his sentence, poking at his soft cheeks. "the runway, the shoots... that's you, sunoo. i knew it even when i was just your friend. i can't take being a star away from you."
"take a look around, y/n. take a look at me." he sighed in exasperation, fingers jabbing at his own chest. "i look miserable without you. you're the reason why i shine. the reason why i do so well! it's only because i have an amazing woman i come home to." he whispered, pulling you down to press a soft kiss on your coffee tinted lips.
the sounds that escaped your lips was sinful and sunoo licked your lower lip before pulling away. "i don't give a fuck about what people say, i'll even post you on my socials if you finally allow it." he grinned, trailing his lips down to your neck.
you pursed your lips and leaned back to restrain both him and yourself before he can leave even more bruises on your skin. you gave him a stern look, arms protectively crossed over your chest. "sun, i'm serious."
sunoo's face dropped, clicking his tongue as he rubbed on his forehead. "darling, i am too. i've had enough of this, i'll retire earlyโ hell, i'll burn all the contracts i have right now, sweetheart. just don't spend another day away from me, hm?"
you can't find the strength to deny him when he looks up at you with the ends of his brow pointed down, hands even pressed together as he pleads. when you roll your eyes and sit on him with your full weight, the brightness returned to sunoo's smile.
"sweetheart?" he whispered, pressing a kiss on your temple. you hummed as a reply and sunoo shifted a little underneath you, voice shy and a little strained. "did you mean it?"
"mean what?"
"that you liked what happened last night?" you froze in your spot, the beats of your heart pricking up at the reminder of what happened right on top of the very couch you're sat on.
"it was... a welcomed change." you reply softly, suddenly becoming shy. you hide your face in his neck and sunoo's giggle reverberates, hands trailing down to pat on your still tender asscheeks.
"that's noted, then. i can fuck you like that whenever you want, and you don't need to break up with me beforehand." he teased and you smacked him across the chest, flushed face sinking further in between his neck and shoulders.
"i kid, sweetheart. but can you promise not to do that again?" he leaned back against the plush material, enough to see your face again. his hands lovingly caressed your cheek and you nod. "i promise."
he kissed your lips briefly and returned your face where it once was, his fingers running up and down your back to soothe you. no cheesy lines, no 'i love you's, no distinct confirmation that you're back together, but you're both settled, knowing what the promise meant.
it's oddly comforting how the two of you can easily go back into your old routines, how the pain of spending a week apart could easily be forgotten once you're held in his arms and spoiled with multiple kisses.
you suppose that's the charm of finding your person. you can withstand having to share parts of him to the cameras and to the rest of to the world, because you know that in it, he brings with himself a part of youโ the only part he refuses to let go in the name of love.
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Never mind the fact that youโre in Sunghoonโs apartment and on his lap. Neither of you address the fact that his lips have touched yours to the point where your mouths are wet and swollen. It doesnโt cross your mind to push him away and it doesnโt seem like Sunghoon wants to stop any time soon.
Maybe you shouldnโt have shown up in pajama shorts like the ones you wear to bed. But heโs your best friend, and when your best friend invites you over to watch a movie, who are you to say no?
With his hands gripping your ass, your back arches like a cat straight into his chest. You can feel his hardened dick against your wet cunt, panties and sleep shorts pasted on the expanse of your pussy like theyโre part of your skin. Sunghoon helps your hips move along his cock and catches your clit with every other pass.
His lips find yours again in a hot chase. You moan against his tongue while he grips your ass harder and digs his fingers into the flesh. You canโt help but clench against him, pushing your weight on his lap like youโre trying to force his cock into you despite the protective barrier.
Sunghoon groans too. โWe shouldnโt be doing this.โ
You shake your head. โNo, we shouldnโt.โ
Sunghoon pushes body down until heโs slouching and pulls your chest against his, grunting at your tits pushes onto him. His hips buck upwards like heโs fucking you for real, big dick prodding at your covered pussy as if heโs having sex. Is this what he looks like when he fucks other girls? Eyebrows furrowed and mouth strung open while he moans?
Heโs a quiet guy in general. But Sunghoon is loud when he moans. You push your lips against his again to drink up his sounds and clench around nothing when he pushes his tongue into your mouth. Itโs wet and warm, and you grip onto his shoulders the faster he fucks against you.
โFuck me,โ he curses, more to himself, when you lean back and expose your naked jawline to him. He surges forward and his mouth dances across your skin in warm, sloppy kisses. Your hands come to grab his head for stability and you feel him moan against you when you tug his hair.
And a small part of you knows you shouldnโt be experiencing your best friend like this. There are other factorsโpeopleโwho would be devastated to know heโs hard for another girl. But none of that matters when Sunghoonโs dick is slotted against your puffy folds. No matter how wrong this feels, the prospect of cumming weighs down on both of you.
Sunghoon flips you over until your back touches the couch. His mouth still works your neck, bruises and hickeys no doubt forming on you, but youโll wear them like a badge. His basketball shorts are soaked from your wetness and his precum and itโs here where you see how big his cock really is.
He doesnโt give you enough time to think about it, though. Your best friend is pushing his cock against you again like heโs fucking you missionary style, holding your legs spread open so his body can fit in between. His cock feels so fucking good on your body.
โThis isnโt sex,โ he whispers against your mouth while he kisses you.
You shake your head again, but his head against your neck makes it hard. You settle for wrapping your arms around his back and squeezing him like youโre trying to agree silently.
โIt doesnโt count if Iโm not inside.โ His hips push and push until his couch legs are scraping against the hardwood floor. The back of the couch repeatedly hits the wall behind it, reminding you just how powerful he is.
โSunghoonโโ
โAre you close, baby?โ You bite your lip and nod as he pulls away, hips bucking faster when he realizes. โFuck, me too. Cum for me, make me wet and messy.โ
And you do, cumming violently to the point where youโre sure youโre soiling his shorts. You feel him still his hips when he pushes his dick against your pussy, legs on either shoulder as he presses you into the couch. You feel the ropes of sperm splash against your covered pussy because of the thin material.
six half-bloods shall answer the call ! โ boynextdoor (ot6) as demigods
headcanons ห ึดึถึธ๐เผเผเฟ tags/warnings: gn!reader, demigod/percy jackson au, fluff but leaning more towards friendship, mentions of fighting/war games/battles, mentions of stealing (riwoo's part) but its harmless/prank-related, swearing, lowercase intended โ wc. 3.7k โหโนโก
a/n: im not sure if this is alrdy niche but my tiktok fyp was full of pjo/hoo content w my bnd content and i just HAD to write the guys in capture the flag so HERE IT IS!!! might as well go down the bnd as [insert dystopian ya novel i read in hs here] spiral โก
SUNGHO (์ฑํธ)
my boy is either a son of aphrodite (bc have you SEEN him!?), son of athena, or a son of hephaestus, but after picturing him tinkering away in a workshop in a fitted white shirt and black gloves and a toolbelt around his waist, with soot smeared on his cheek... yup, son of hephaestus definitely !
with hephaestus being the god of craftsmanship and invention, sungho is obviously a master craftsman โ he can forge weapons, make repairs, build ships (argo 2 + leo valdez parallel anyone??) he's also resistant to fire and heat and can handle melted metal with his bare hands
i headcanon that bc he works with machines all day you can faintly smell smoke or metal on him no matter how much he showers
keeps a random piece of metal or cog or trinket in his pocket that he fidgets with
since he's also, like, uh built well, uh, body-wise, he's definitely the tank of the group in terms of fighting, and his weapon of choice would either be a big ahh warhammer or war-axe that he swings around with ease
spends most of his time in the forge tinkering with weapons and armor and would make the most unnecessary-but-kind-of-necessary inventions like a self-stirring campfire pot
tests out his inventions with riwoo which would usually end up in explosions and riwoo just shouting "AGAIN!"
stays up late into the night tinkering so jaehyun ends up hauling him to bed so he doesn't collapse
he can never say no to you when you randomly appear in his workshop with a crazy request โ "do you think you can make me a sword that can shoot out flames" "...you're lucky i like you"
riwoo actually drags you with him every time riwoo wants something made because sungho can't say no to you
makes little trinkets for you: a stylish metal bracelet (which doubles as a tiny throwing knife), a gold necklace he made out of drachma (which doubles as a poison needle), an silver-trimmed anklet โ "wait is this just a plain anklet?" "do you want me to turn it into a spike or-" "nope! i'm good!"
insists on being the only child of hephaestus to make/repair your armor bc not only does it reassure him you won't get hurt during sparring (because he spends days perfecting your armor specifically, delaying leehan's armor repairs for another week), it also turns him into a cocky little shit every time you win a war game because his armor protected you
little do you know he had engraved his initials on the inside of your breastplate (close to your heart awwe)
RIWOO (๋ฆฌ์ฐ)
hands down a son of hermes bc not only is he quick-witted and adaptable, i can't not associate riwoo with mischief and pranking. but since he's an introvert, he isn't part of the hermes cabin welcoming committee every time a new demigod arrives at camp
has super speed and agility which he uses to his advantage every time he does pranks. he's also terrifyingly good at stealth and lock-picking. he's also good at pick-pocketing lol even when he doesn't mean to, he'd unconsciously take something from your pocket (but would return it right away โ unless he intends to prank you)
you: "hey, where'd my knife go?!"
him: "i can't believe you'd lose a knife."
you, staring at him blanky: "give it back before i kick your ass"
him: "i have no idea what you're talking aboutโ" (pats down his pocket, pulls out your throwing knife) "oh, how'd that get there, ha ha, ha."
his attack style is literally just hit-and-run, making use of dual short swords or daggers he picked from sungho's workshop
(at some point, he also wanted weapons that would double as something else so he dragged you with him to sungho to turn his short swords into a spear. then he realized it would be too bothersome to pick up the spear after throwing it, so he settled with just the swords)
in group battles, he's the scout, running ahead to gather info. he works really well with sungho, acting as a bait for the enemies only to lead them to sungho's traps
his reputation as the chaos child at camp precedes him. he has "borrowed" everyone's dagger or drachma at some point
loves racing with fellow campers across the climbing wall (and would win every time with a cheeky grin). when he'd finally beat everyone, he'd race the pegasi much to leehan's displeasure
ofc as a prankster who takes pride in his craft, the number 1 (and 2 and 3 and 4 and 5) victim of his pranks are his friends: he'd switch jaehyun's regular arrows into sticky ones, switch out woonhak's grape soda with lime, and would sneak up on taesan just to see if he'd react
(although the last time he tried sneaking up on taesan, he was almost choked by a skeleton hand that rose from the ground)
you're relatively safe from his pranks (and by relatively, i mean you'd still occasionally lose a dagger or two)
when he's bored, he'd make use of your amazing fighting skills and dodge thrown daggers and arrows "for fun." at some point, jaehyun joins you two and "just fun" turns into "survival mode"
makes use of his super speed to steal your camp necklace just to see you chase him across the climbing wall and when you finally catch him, he grins and promises to return your necklace only if you go on a date with him
you roll your eyes and agree to the date, have your necklace returned and find his initials engraved on it beside yours
he takes you to the hermes cabin's roof โ his favorite place in the entire camp bc it acts as a private lookout spot โ and would share his stolen snacks and woonhak's grape soda
JAEHYUN (์ฌํ)
this ball of sunshine is a son of apollo for sure. not only does apollo as the god of music, poetry, and light fit him perfectly, jaehyun also shines brightly as a leader. he also radiates the warmth that feels very "sun god" energy
is referred to the as the "golden boy" at camp bc, aside from being an actual son of the sun god, you swear you could see a halo around him. taesan would wear sunglasses around him because the guy literally glows
naturally great at music and healing, both figuratively and literally. he's the head healer at the camp's recovery center; he'd be humming a tune while feeding you ambrosia and both your external wounds and negative feelings would disappear
he can also summon light, even in total darkness and use it to blind enemies or guide allies
it's a no-brainer that his weapon of choice is a bow and golden arrows that also glow in sunlight. he can shoot with deadly precision
sungho tried making him a lyre that doubles as a bow but during one campfire, while feeling the song, jaehyun accidentally turns his lyre into the bow, almost raining arrows on everybody
at some point, he was banned from the archery range because he hits the bullseye every single time
during battles or war games, aside from being the designated healer, he's also the tactician. his long-range precision helps in shooting down enemies while also keeping an eye on the battlefield, giving commands and encouragement
the irritating picture of a morning person. he'd always wake up at sunrise no matter what. he's that one person who greets you way too cheerfully in the morning while everyone's just groggy
this makes his dynamic with taesan funny since its golden retriever x black cat, wherein jaehyun's all "rise and shine!" and taesan just deadpans with "i prefer the dark" but jaehyun greets him a good morning anyway!
has this natural habit of checking on everyone's injuries, big or small. you get a scratch and he's already offering to heal it
of course, you're the number one priority when he's on center duty. even if other campers arrive before you, when he sees you walk in with a cut on your arm, he'd bound to you right away, ambrosia and nectar in hand and a worried look on his face โ "i'm okay jaehyun, it's just a scratch. you should see other patients" he's already dragging you to an empty cot "i don't see other patients"
(the other camper with a sprained ankle: "am i a joke to you")
bc he's banned at the archery range during training, you'd find him practicing alone at sunrise instead. one time, he offers to "teach you" and ends up brushing your hands while he corrects your stance (ok now picture the sunlight just painting jaehyun's face as he leans close and you make eye contact and he gets flustered shgjdhj hallelujah !)
writes little poems for you but pretends they're "just lyrics." he'd sing love songs during campfires, thinking he's being lowkey about his crush on you (he isn't)
TAESAN (ํ์ฐ)
he's either a son of hades or a son of ares but i ultimately see him a son of hades because he has a very introspective vibe that screams "child of hades" but like not in a brooding way. more like he's thoughtful and has a quiet intensity (plus the image of him summoning an army of the undead while looking nonchalant about it is so attractive for no reason!!!)
aside from summoning skeletons, he can also summon shadows and shadow travel in short distances and limited geokinesis, causing the ground to shake when he summons his skeleton warriors
has a hellhound for a pet (mrs. o'leary for the pjo fans!) that can shadow travel with him. imagine a puppy cerberus that follows taesan around and would chew on his skeleton warriors' femurs
weapon of choice is a stygian iron sword which absorbs energy from his enemies
he's kind of like a specialist during battles and would work alongside riwoo. so while riwoo's darting across fields to gather intel, taesan would act as an emergency exit, pulling riwoo into the shadows with him to shadow travel them back to safety.
he's also an intimidator, choosing to lurk in the shadows instead of in the frontlines. but when he steps in, it's utter devastation. he's also the best at fighting mobs since he can summon a mob of his own
since he likes keeping to himself, you'd usually find him sitting under a tree, sketching in a notebook or meditating with shadows curling faintly around him
aside from his pet hellhound, other animals also seem to gravitate near him especially crows and stray black dogs. they'd follow him around camp but he doesn't talk about it
he's also not super into camp activities but when jaehyun convinces him to join capture the flag, he becomes terrifyingly excited (and his team always wins when he participates so jaehyun actively drags him. of course, taesan only ever participates in camp activities when you're on the same team)
has an affinity to flower fields, but only when you're there (so would that mean he has an affinity towards you? hmm). he claims its because the flower fields are usually quiet and it helps him think
despite trying to maintain a peaceful space, he would be unwittingly dragged into chaos by riwoo and woonhak.
woonhak loves making fun of taesan's ominous and intimidating aura, with taesan emerging from the shadows being all "leave or else" and woonhak going "ooo spooky"
similarly, riwoo would challenge little cerberus to race (after beating leehan's pegasi). when taesan sees his pet losing, he'd summon a skeleton hand to trip riwoo (he'd deny his involvement afterwards)
on the other hand, his dynamic with leehan is unexpectedly peaceful since still waters + dark depths
(of course that was until leehan wanted to test out if taesan can shadow travel from land to the darkest depths of the camp lake. he can, until leehan had to force him back because taesan somehow attracted deep-sea carnivorous fishes)
now you're definitely his favorite person (which you wear with a badge of honor after he said you were "less annoying" than everyone else). he'd let you sit with him in silence while he's sketching under the tree, all while his shadows curl around you protectively while you nap
puppy cerberus adores you!! taesan isn't sure if he's jealous of you because his pet clearly loves you more, or if he's jealous of his pet because you give him kisses....
LEEHAN (์ดํ)
so i was halfway through making him a son of aphrodite then i realized DUH he's a son of poseidon why did i ever think otherwise (though i still headcanon leehan as that one aphrodite kid who looks perfect even after a battle). anyway !
as a son of poseidon (and percy jackson's brother lol), naturally his powers involve hydrokinesis. he can also breathe underwater and communicate with sea creatures (now imagine irl leehan being able to talk to his fish friends im SOFT) as well as horses and pegasi
he also has earthshaker powers when he gets mad, which isn't often but when he does, he can crack the ground in two
since he's essentially percy, leehan's weapon is a celestial bronze trident, which he uses both in close combat and when channeling waves
because he can both be on offense (by knocking enemies with blasts of water) and on defense (summoning currents and using them as protective walls), he's considered both a frontline fighter and a defender
with his natural affinity to water, you'd always find him at the lake swimming laps. his fish friends would follow him around in the water like little bodyguards
has a pet pegasus with a bad attitude towards everyone except leehan (and you). when riwoo raced against his pegasi and won, leehan "accidentally" sent a current to capsize riwoo's boat during a camp lake activity
during breakfast, his hair is always damp from swimming. during one particularly uneventful morning, riwoo tried running circles around him in an attempt to dry off his hair
gets caught up in riwoo's mischief all the time!! riwoo tries to rope him into bets and games but then leehan wins without much effort and it frustrates riwoo like crazy
"bet you can't skip that stone five times" then leehan ends up skipping the stone seven times. riwoo: "ok show-off"
leehan finds the most random things underwater. when he discovered a sunken ship a loooong way from the camp shore, he scavenged for metal parts to bring back to sungho, to which the son of hephaestus happily accepted (and ended up working into the night. leehan then received and earful from jaehyun, both from leaving camp grounds โ or waters? โ and for fueling sungho's late night projects)
as thanks (and out of guilt) sungho upgrades his trident into one that can double as a sword and can switch into a ballpen (riptide!!)
loves taking you underwater with him and introduces you to his sea creature friends despite being unable to talk to them like he can. you'd get surprised though when leehan suddenly reddens while talking with the fishes, not knowing that they were teasing him
"is this your mate? are you going to make eggs?" "ok first of allโ"
can i also just say remember that one scene in moa where annabeth tosses her dagger to signal percy, who's underwater, for enemies?? OK SO NOW IMAGINE YOU AND LEEHAN?
"surrender your weapons!" you, tossing your dagger at sea: "oops!" your enemies look at you in bewilderment bc wtf? then leehan just pops out of the water riding a cyclone, holding the dagger to give to you and says with a complete poker-face "you dropped this" then straight up ANNIHILATES your enemies with a column of water to their faces
(this entire headcanon is just leehan = percy = greenest flag in all of fiction history)
(rides off into the sunset on pegasi)
WOONHAK (์ดํ)
i also see him as a son of hermes with riwoo but after much deliberation i figured he also fits as a son of dionysus since dionysus is also the god of festivity and joy (and chaos) which matches woonhak's energy. anywho !
woonhak is the moodmaker of the entire camp since he radiates that aura of festivity. and since dionysus is also related to "madness" or "craziness," woonhak is immune to such effects. instead, he's the one controlling the madness, making people loosen up or act sillier
he also manipulates vines bc duh his godly parent is the god of wine. HOWEVER, unlike dionysus, woonhak is obsessed with grape soda โ chugs it, hoards it, converts it into air so he can inhale it if he could (to which he begged sungho to make an evaporator, again contributing to the latter's late night projects and again receiving an earful from jaehyun)
his weapon of choice during battles is a thyrsus staff, a pinecone-tipped staff that's historically used for rituals and ceremonies but of course, sungho tweaked it into something that can serve as an extension of woonhak's vines
similar to taesan, woonhak is a crowd controller, utilizing his vines to trip enemies, make plants burst from the ground, and to induce confusion so his enemies fight each other, which turns the tide of the battle
like riwoo, he's chaos personified both on and off the battlefield
he's everyone's hypeman, always cheering the loudest during battles or campfires
like riwoo (again), he loves using his plant powers for the dumbest shit like making vines to trip riwoo mid-race, making vine circles around taesan when he's sketching by the tree, tossing people into the lake by the leg ultimately harassing leehan who's peacefully meditating underwater
his dynamic with riwoo is everything honestly. you'd think the dumb shit riwoo does are his ideas? oh no, woonhak is the one suggesting them ("what if we raced leehan's pegasi through the forest?") and of course with his moodmaking powers and riwoo's natural affinity to mischief, they're the ultimate chaos duo, much to jaehyun's distress
constantly sneaks grape soda and chips into the cabin even if it isn't allowed
when he isn't part of the war games, you'd find him cheering in the stands for the winning team (usually the team where you and his friends were) but on the rare moments your team is on the brink of losing, woonhak easily switches up to hype for the other team lmao
his laugher (or any strong emotion really) can trigger random bursts of plant growth nearby. this happens more frequently with you around (you're essentially contributing to reforestation solely by existing around woonhak, good job!)
you're also the only one who can calm him down, or at least bring his energy levels to a peaceful hum
OT6 (๋ณด์ด๋ฅ์คํธ๋์ด)
THE WOODS WERE alive with shouts, footsteps, and the occasional burst of magic colliding with magic. Capture the Flag at Camp Half-Blood was never just a game. It was a battle dressed up as fun.
You crouched behind a tree, gripping your celestial bronze sword. You eyed the enemies' flag as it fluttered with the breeze. A gang of campers guarded it, looking way too eager to tackle anyone who came too close.
"Alright, listen up," Jaehyun whispered, appearing at your side in a shimmer of golden sunlight. "I'll draw their eyes."
From above, Riwoo dropped down, landing in a crouch. The smirk on his face made you wonder if he already had multiple tricks at the ready. "I'll zip through and mess with their footing."
"Woonhak and I can make chaos," Taesan said from behind. One of the shadows by his ankles curled around you in a protective way. At his side, Woonhak grinned widely, twirling his staff already covered in vines.
"Chaos is my specialty!"
Leehan stepped forward, brushing dirt from his shirt. The ground trembled faintly as a small stream surged nearby. "I'll cover you when you move. Just signal me."
And lastly, Sungho tightened the straps of your armor. With a knowing look, he slipped something into your pocket. "When you're within range, click it. Just like we practiced."
"Focus on the flag. We'll hold the line." Jaehyun nudged your shoulder with his, beaming confidently.
"Got it."
The plan unfolded in seconds.
Jaehyun jumped into the open, sunlight exploding around him in a blind flare. The guards cried out, shielding their eyes. Without hesitation, Riwoo then darted out faster than the eyes could follow, dagger flicking as he tripped one camper and slapped the other one the back just to cause confusion.
From the shadows, Taesan surged forward with an open palm. Skeleton hands burst from the earth, grabbing ankles and pining enemies down. Woonhak followed, yelling out "It's party time!" as his vines whipped around weapons and yanked them to the ground. "Oopsie-daisy!"
Sungho joined the fray, forcing the enemy line back with his warhammer. His hands glowed, conducting heat across his weapon, inflicting minor burns here as another form of distraction.
Then Leehan's voice cut through the chaos. "Now!"
The stream beside him surged up, curling into a wave that swept across the battlefield.
You ran.
Leaping across the field, you made it to the bottom of the hill where the flag was perched. Sungho's words rang in your ears. Just like you practiced.
You took out the pen and clicked it. Within seconds, the pen elongated into a long whip, its weight familiar in your hands. With a single flick, the whip surged forward, wrapping around the flag pole, and you pulled.
The flag flew in the air and into your hands. "I got it!"
Cheers erupted instantly. Without warning, you felt yourself being lifted up in the air by a set of vines and twirled around. Woonhak and Riwoo cheered from below. Jaehyun whooped, loosing an arrow into the air that burst into golden sparks. Taesan and Leehan shared satisfied grins, and Sungho clapped your back when you were eventually lowered to the ground.
The conch horn blew across camp, declaring your team the winners, but honestly... With them having your back and cheering you on, you'd already won.