Lilly ⁷

"look who's running." his voice was sharp, almost lazy. "scared of being late, or are you avoiding me?" he looked down at you with a smug expression painting his face.

you quickly turned back around and tried your best to distance yourself from him. unfortunately you both were in an extremely packed hallway, so it was no use. ni-ki practically dragged you closer to him by the belt loop of your skirt. your face heated up in embarrassment. there were way too many people around, someone was definitely watching. you tried to unhook his fingers without turning to face him, but he was way stronger than you.

"come on, are you that weak?" he laughed from behind you, letting go of the loop randomly and almost making you fall from the lost tension.

"leave me alone." you brushed the back of your skirt off, regretting even giving him the satisfaction of a reaction.

"there she is, knew you couldn't stay quiet for long."

you tried to keep your head high, acting like you didn't hear him. all of a sudden you felt him leaning down to your ear, his breath hitting your neck. you shuddered a bit, but tried to look unbothered.

"that's it? just 'leave me alone'?" he mocked, his voice sounding like he was holding back a laugh. "that little mouth broken?"

you still didn't reply, praying he'd take the hint and stop, but you knew that wouldn't be the case. ni-ki had too much pride to stop. he liked to see you crumble.

"you act like you're so much better than everyone with your books and your high marks. do you even know what people say about you, huh?" the words came off his lips as if he was talking about any old thing.

he watched you tighten your grip on the books, taking it as a sign to keep going.

"they say you're pathetic, so hungry for attention you have to get it from your teachers. they laugh about it." tears stung at your eyes as he continued. you tried to blink them back as your throat got tighter. "i told them you're not pathetic though. just desperate."

you swallowed hard, taking a deep breath to control yourself as you listened to him in your ear.

"desperation is funny, i bet you lay in bed and think about me. just wishing i'd touch you, right?" he continued. you could almost hear the smile in his voice.

you shook your head, looking down to the floor. then he was standing upright again, a small laughing leaving his lips.

"no? so you think about me doing worse?" you felt his eyes burning holes into your back as you stiffly walked. "dirty girl."

you couldn't hold back anymore. the tears you tried to hold back started dripping down your face. you brought a hand to your cheek, messily wiping them away as fast as you could. ni-ki already noticed though. he saw it all.

"seriously you're crying?" he muttered. "it's okay sweetheart, i won't tell. you don't have to cry about it."

you hated how your throat closed up, how you couldn't say anything. all you could do was stupidly walk and try to keep the pressure in your throat from making you hyperventilate.

you looked up for a brief moment realizing you were at your classroom. the crowd eased up too, but ni-ki was still hot on your trail. you started to walk towards the class so you could escape, but he held your wrist, pulling you to him. you were forced to look at him. his expression wasn't so smug, it was plain. the way he looked down at you confused you. you didn't know how to feel. you didn't even register more hot tears trailing down your cheeks until ni-ki's free hand came up, wiping them with his thumb. you gasped at the sudden touch, it was gentle, caring almost.

"you cry too easily, it's pathetic." he stated plainly, his hand lingering on your face for a beat too long. "you want me to feel bad for you, hm? you like when people pity you?"

you shook your head, but before you could say anything else he was leaving. a dull ringing began in your ear as you watched him walk away like he didn't do anything. just casually going to class as if he didn't just make you cry. you hated giving him the satisfaction of your tears, but the way he would tease you, the things he would say. they sounded so true coming from his mouth.

you quickly snapped back to reality, realizing the ringing was the bell and ni-ki was gone. you were late. you quickly cleaned your face up with your sleeve and walked into the classroom, going to your seat before being stopped by your teacher.

"it's your third tardy, y/n. that's detention."

you sighed, grabbing the slip from her fingers and shoving it in one of your books.

you spent the whole class period thinking. not about whatever your teacher was saying, but instead about what happened before class. if ni-ki knew how much of an effect he was having on you, he would be having the time of his life. he knew exactly how to get under your skin, you hated it. you hated how only he could do it. how only he could make you hate yourself so much and then do something so gentle that made you question everything. you wanted to hate him more than anything, but you could only bring yourself to hate how he made you feel. hating him felt so impossible. he gave you the attention no one else cared to. without him, you'd feel invisible. you couldn't decide wether you preferred that or not.

you grabbed a few books from your locker, figuring you'd spend your time in detention studying for some upcoming exams. you weren't going to get yourself very far if you kept focusing on ni-ki. it wasn’t doing you any good.

the room was empty when you arrived. the dull humming of the lights and the ticking of the wall clock were the only sounds audible. the room smelled like old markers when you leave the cap open and roller shades when you adjust them after not touching them for a while. you found a seat near the back, plopping your books down before taking a seat. now that you were actually in detention, you felt so annoyed. you didn’t know if it was because of the crying, the class, or the fact that he touched you. all you knew was your body didn’t completely relax until you got in the detention room all alone.

just as you cracked your book open, you heard the door creak open. you flipped through the pages, searching for your detention slip to hand the teacher that’d be supervising. stuck between two pages, there it was. you quickly picked it up, getting up from your seat before looking up at whoever came in. your heart sank as you were met with two familiar eyes.

it was him.

you quickly sat back down, almost feeling the smirk on his face as if it was a weight on your shoulders.

“wow,” he laughed a bit. “i make you late again?”

you scoffed and put the slip down, trying to ignore him as he dragged out a chair painfully slow. you could feel his eyes on you, watching you, waiting. once the irritating screech of the chair stopped, you snuck a look at him, your face falling as you realized he took the seat right in front of you. he took out his laptop from his bag, turning it on and sighing to himself as if you weren’t even there.

you took it as a sign to go back to your book, but you couldn’t. you reread the same line over and over again without retaining a single thing. your mind was racing.

just as you thought you might explode, the supervising teacher walked in. he looked to be pretty young, not too much older than you or ni-ki. he sat down at the desk in the front of the room, taking one glance at you both. you rose up, picking your slip up from the desk before you began to approach him. then you felt ni-ki grab your wrist. his grip was firm, but not enough to hurt you. just enough to keep you there. you turned to look at him, not making direct eye contact.

he shoved his slip in your hand, “take it up for me, will you?”

you wriggled free, but did take the slip up for him. as you gave them to the teacher, he smiled at you. a small smile.

“is there a mistake?” he asked as he signed the slips to show you both attended detention.

you stared at him blankly, confused as to what he meant. your eyes flickered from his own eyes, to the slips, and back again as you tried to make sense of his words.

“uh sorry, i just mean he’s always here, but you’ve never been here before.” he forced an awkward laugh, locking eyes with you for a second. “i’ve just heard you’re a pretty good student.”

you smiled a little, forcing a laugh as well. “it’s just from tardies. my teacher’s strict about punctuality.”

he nodded his head in understanding before returning the slips. you gave him a short smile and turned around, making eye contact with ni-ki. the way he glared, it looked like he was trying to burn holes into you. you hesitantly walked over, sliding the slip onto his desk before sinking back into your seat. he didn't do anything, but you could tell he was pissed off. he would act the same way whenever he saw you talking and laughing with someone else, as if happiness wasn't made for you. as if he couldn't allow you to be happy with anyone else even though he never made you particularly happy.

you forced yourself to go back to your book, distracting your mind from whatever his problem could be.

then 10 minutes went by.

then 20.

you finally regained your focus and spent a good amount of time studying, but you couldn't help but glance at ni-ki every once in a while. he didn't touch his laptop the whole time, almost like he was just frozen in time.

suddenly another teacher came in the room, covering her mouth with a folder as she spoke to the supervising teacher. he sighed to himself, checking his watch before scanning the room, his eyes falling on you. he turned back to the other teacher, putting up his index finger to gesture he'd be there in a minute. you watched as he rose from the desk, picking his things up.

"i just have to quickly go to a meeting. i should be back before the end of detention though so don’t get smart.” he explained, his eyes falling on ni-ki for that part.

you wondered if ni-ki found any humor in that, but he still didn’t move. not even an inch.

“y/n, please just keep things in check for a bit.”

you looked back up to the teacher’s face and he gave you a short smile. it wasn't the first time a teacher left you in charge of the class. you knew it bothered other people, but you usually didn't care. this time though, you couldn't help but feel self conscious. you wished he was just kidding and would bring another teacher to supervise, but of course things could never go in your favor. your eyes stayed on him as he followed the other teacher out of the room, shutting the door behind him.

then your eyes fell back on ni-ki. he seemed so tense. you'd seen it before, but it felt different this time. you couldn't help but stare, trying so hard to figure out what might be happening. no part of him was letting up any information, he just looked stiff. lost in thought.

you sighed, resting your head against your hand as you went back to your book. the chair ni-ki was sitting on scratched the ground painfully and he was grabbing his things. you watched, your eyebrows knitting together as you watched him get ready to leave. before you could stop yourself, you got up from your chair. he looked up at the screech and made eye contact with you, a flicker of something more than anger on display.

"y-you can't leave yet," you mumbled, becoming embarrassingly aware of what you were doing way too late.

he squinted his eyes, challenging your gaze before wryly smiling. then he was just swinging his bag over his shoulder while turning around, keeping the eye contact until the very last second. you sucked in a breath knowing you'd regret doing anything further, but you couldn't help it.

"didn't you hear him? he'll be back before detention is over." you questioned, stepping away from the desk and standing behind him. "you'll be in trouble."

he scoffed, sticking his tongue in his cheek before facing you. "like you give a fuck. if i'm gone at least you won't have to live in your little fantasies anymore, you know what i mean?"

he tilted his head, his brows knitting together. he was towering over you, but you held your ground.

"really and what fantasies are those?" you fought back, your hands clenching at your sides.

"you know exactly what fucking fantasies i'm talking about." he spat, stepping impossibly closer to you.

"back off." you demanded firmly.

he just laughed. he just fucking laughed at you.

"you want me to back off yet you're the one that wants me to stay, that's funny isn't it?" he spoke slowly, every word hitting your senses.

he wasn't so erratic anymore, he seemed calculated. it was almost as if he prepared himself for this. you didn't say anything, you couldn't think of anything to say.

"you don't want me to back off deep down. i know you don't." a smug expression painted his face once again.

you hated the way he said it, but you hated the fact that he was right even more. maybe you grew attached to the attention or just his presence. it was weird, but he was always there, watching, waiting. you knew he didn't do it for any other reason other than to catch you off guard, to hurt you, but it felt nice to have someone. even someone cruel like him. still you wanted to bury everything, be the girl that he teases and not the girl that needs him.

"you don't know anything," you muttered, looking away from him.

"yeah? then say it again." he murmured, his voice dropping. "tell me to back off. let's see if you really mean it."

your lips parted, but nothing came out. you didn't know if you should say it and let him leave or fight for him to stay. your silence answered for you.

"exactly what i thought." he dropped his bag abruptly and began walking, making you back up until you were pressed against the back wall. "you act like you hate the teasing so much. you even cry for me. but when we're all alone you just stand there all quiet."

his hand came to your chin, tilting it up so you'd look at him. your own eyes flickered between his, noticing a certain darkness that wasn't there before.

"you fucking love it don't you? every time i make fun of you? take away your pride and chalk you up to be nothing but a desperate, lonely girl? that turns you on?" he questioned.

his tone was so harsh and demeaning. embarrassment ran through your body, but you couldn't move. you couldn't do anything but look up at him, his hand still resting against your chin.

"i'm asking you a question," he reminded you.

you sucked in a breath and swallowed it hard. part of you wanted to just let it all out. see if he’d indulge you or if he’d just laugh and go tell everyone what happened. that fueled the part of you that wanted to keep everything hidden inside. behind your accomplishments, behind your entire being where they belonged. ni-ki was smart though, he'd be able to call your bluff from 10 miles away. he practically studied you, he knew how much power he had over you.

his eyes bore into yours almost painfully and you couldn’t take the tension anymore. in truth, he didn’t even need your answer, he knew what he was doing to you. he knew how he made you feel. he just liked to watch. you began to slowly nod, averting your gaze once you realized everything would change. ni-ki let the silence speak for itself, the weight of your shame falling on your shoulders. you felt the guilt without him even saying a word. your hand wrapped around his wrist, pulling it off your face harshly. a weak attempt at regaining some sort of power in the situation. he didn't react like you expected him to, he didn't tease you for being upset. you felt him grab your wrist with the hand you just shoved off. he gripped it firmly. it wasn’t enough to hurt, but not gentle enough to be seen as nothing.

"don’t act like i made you say that. you know that was all you.” he reinforced, his voice low and quiet.

the way his eyes dragged across your figure shamelessly. it felt like he was dragging a knife across your skin painfully slow, watching the effect. the blood. he let go of your wrist, his hand ghosting your waist as his gaze made its way back to your face. your breath hitched in your throat. the air felt like it was turning to a thick fog. your lungs were struggling to fill up. he dipped his head down, his lips just barely brushing against the shell of your ear. it was almost just like earlier, but the feelings churning in your stomach felt so different.

"say it. tell me to stop." his voice was just loud enough for you to hear.

you parted your lips, but nothing left them once again. you could almost feel his smile. that was enough for him, his lips crashed onto yours. it wasn't sweet, it was rough and possessive. nothing that you ever experienced before. your hands reached to the bottom of his shirt, gripping the fabric tightly in your hands to ground yourself. you tried to follow ni-ki, tried to hard to keep up, but you were a mess. he was more experienced than you, more calculated. he knew what to do. you couldn't help but whimper into his mouth, unable to control yourself. you felt the vibration of a grunt from him as he wrapped an arm around your waist, lifting you without breaking the kiss. he carried you to the desk you were sitting at, swiping your book off of it before sitting you down against the cool surface. he broke away, looking down and parting your legs, stepping between them and crowding your space.

you were breathless, impossibly hot, and craving something you knew nothing about. one of his hands snaked up your thigh, reaching right under your skirt. his other reinstated its position around your waist, pulling you closer to him. you gasped at the sudden touch, squirming against his grip. things felt like they were going too fast. you didn't know what you were feeling or even how to react. you felt like you had no control over your body. to hash out your feelings right there in detention was enough. this felt like too much. ni-ki's grip around your waist tightened, feeling like a warning rather than comfort.

"don't act like you're not into it." you shuddered at the sound of his voice and he leaned in, his breath fanning your neck.

he leaned forward even more, his lips making contact with the delicate skin. you couldn't help but let go, the sensation was so different than anything you ever felt before. you were too into it, that was the issue. your mind tried to fight, make you say no, but your body would give right in to every touch. the teacher could come back at any moment, your reputation would be ruined forever if you were caught like this with ni-ki. sprawled out on a desk with him standing between your legs, marking your neck. but you couldn't tell him to stop, you didn't want him to.

he pulled away, forcing his hand further up until his fingers were against your panties. he dragged them down slowly, the fabric scratching against your thighs. you felt too hot, too overwhelmed with the way he was looking at you and touching you. your hands gripped the edge of the desk, your body shaking slightly out of nervousness. he noticed, his actions coming to a halt for just a moment as he watched you.

"you've never done this before, have you?"

you shook your head just barely. just enough for him to see. your eyes met his face for a beat before moving to a random desk behind him. you missed the way he smiled, something darker in him growing at how coy you were acting.

"of course you haven't. no one else is dumb enough to fuck you but me." he stated plainly.

he dropped the hand around your waist and backed up a few steps, just enough for him to see you. take in the moment, download it to his memory. the way you sat there, legs wide for him, exposed. it drove him crazy. he brought his hand back to your core, running his fingers through and feeling just how wet you were.

"knew you liked it," he muttered more to himself than to you.

he began to work one finger in, pushing it as far as he could. one of your hands came to his wrist, grabbing it tightly as he reveled in the way you felt around him. he wanted to be mean, ruthless with you and just go all out, but he didn't. he knew the best way to ruin you was to go slow. he slowly pulled it out before putting it back just as slow. the feeling was so new to you, so foreign. having his fingers so deep inside you, in a place even you haven't felt was just so weird. his pace picked up as time went on, your feelings building up in your stomach. he began to curl his finger, watching your face and feeling for that one spot he knew you didn't know about. you face contorted and you gasped, your grip against him tightening even more as he just smiled. his ego was growing at the fact that he was the one doing things to you. teaching you about things you didn't know. only him. you'd never forget it.

you began to ache for a release, crying out to him without even knowing what you were crying for. he wasn't done with you yet though. he inserted another finger, the stretch beginning to burn. it felt like a pressure you couldn't escape as he forced them inside you, watching the way your cunt could barely take it. as he began to move, he curled his fingers in the same spot again. you didn't know how much more your body could take, it already felt like too much to handle. he was watching you so closely as if he was keeping mental notes of what you liked or what drove you crazy. he kept digging his fingers into the spongey part, feeling that you might be getting close, but he wasn't done yet. just as your whines got closer together, louder, he removed his fingers.

your whole body fell as the feeling in your stomach faded, leaving you crying to him. you watched, wondering what he was doing. he looked like he was enjoying it too much, eyeing you with a stupid smirk on his face.

"you want me to keep going?" he asked with a teasing undertone.

you nodded your head rapidly, your hips twitching forward as you ached for him back.

"say it out loud," he demanded.

you were panting trying to control yourself. of course ni-ki wouldn't show you any mercy, it wasn't in his nature. your lips trembled, but you parted them anyways. the air hit the back of your throat, drying it out. your pride would've stopped you before, but you were too far gone.

"please i-i need you. i don't know what to do." you reached down to your core, touching it lightly and feeling the sensitivity.

that didn't sit well with ni-ki. he grabbed your wrist, dragging it off harshly.

"how about i teach the nerd something then, hm?" he asked lowly with no need for an answer.

he brought his fingers back to your cunt, running his hands through your flaps before easing them back inside you. it felt easier to take, more pleasurable than before. you focused hard on how he felt inside you, where he'd drag his fingers, where he'd push them. his fingers were so much longer than yours though, so much more experienced. it didn't seem like something you could recreate without ni-ki. that fact was good for him, bad for you. he wanted you to need him. soon enough you were close again, the pressure in your stomach building up again. this time ni-ki kept at it, his pace was grueling, but your reactions were enough to drive him. your hand gripped the desk hard as you felt the sensation build up more and more. then it snapped. you cried out to him, a little too loud maybe. his lips met yours again and he swallowed all your sounds, his fingers riding you through your high.

by the time he pulled off of you, you were a twitching mess. your breath heavy as you tried to process what you just felt. meanwhile, ni-ki couldn't help but feel proud. you came on his fingers, no one else's. he was the one to ruin you, no one else. no one else would get you the way he had you.

you were tired already, but as you came down from your high you couldn't help but notice ni-ki's hard dick concealed by his pants. you had felt satisfied up until that moment. now you found yourself craving him in ways that worried you. you became so lost in thought at the sight, you didn't even notice you were staring. he did though.

"not done learning i guess," he muttered, a cocky smile on his face.

you watched his fingers as he undid his belt carefully, freeing his cock. you took a deep breath once you saw the size. he was way too big, it was almost intimidating. he ran his hand along it, lightly jerking himself before looking back up to you.

"what're you scared?" he asked, almost laughing at you.

you quickly shook your head, taking one last look at his length before returning to his face. you attempted to be brave but he wasn't buying it.

"no?" he squinted his eyes, his expression making it clear that he didn't believe you.

then he was lining himself up with your entrance, pushing in painfully. it was like the fingers, but 10x worse. the pressure was so intense it felt like you were being split open. he pushed into you, slowly, deliberately, wanting you to feel every inch of him filling you. you squeezed your eyes shut, your body stiffening. he paused, his eyes flickering over your face.

"hurts, doesn't it? don't worry, you'll learn to take it."

his voice was low and dark, almost like he was enjoying your pain. truth be told, he was enjoying it. he liked the way your body was so tense, your eyes shut, tears streaming, cheeks flushed, your brain not able to form coherent thoughts, and your loud mouth not able to say anything but his name. it was just the way he always wanted you.

once he bottomed out and you adjusted to his size, he started to move. his rhythm was slow but rough, his hips slamming into yours as you clutched at his shoulders. you tried to muffle your moans, afraid the teacher would come back or someone else would hear.

he grabbed your chin once he noticed. "no, let me hear it. you sound so fucking good when you cry for me."

his words sounded so disgusting, but your stomach was flipping at the sound of his voice. he smirked, saying something that you completely missed from being so lost in your head. the way he felt, you felt so full. so different. all you could think about was him as if he wiped your brain completely and replaced everything with him. his face, his voice, his actions. it was all too much, you felt like you were almost having an out of body moment. your legs wrapped around his waist without meaning to and he decided to get even closer, his forehead resting against yours.

"no one else gets to see you like this. just me, yeah?"

you nodded your head, unable to form a sentence for him. he hung his head over your shoulder as you pushed your face into his shoulder, your noises going right into his ear. suddenly he snapped, his pace becoming faster as he pounded into you.

"say it." he demanded, his voice coming out strained.

you opened and closed your mouth a few times, unable to get the words out. ni-ki brought his thumb down to your clit, rubbing it in circles and making it even harder for you to get the words out.

"o-only you see me l-like this, only y-you." you forced out, your voice coming out hoarse.

ni-ki lifted himself up a little, grabbing and forcing your face towards his. he squeezed your cheeks until you opened your mouth and dropped a wad of spit on your tongue, making you swallow it. he waited until your throat bobbed to let go.

"tell me again," he demanded, his eyes looking deep into yours.

"only y-you get to see me like this no one else, ni-ki," you whined out, your voice sounding better.

he worked even harder, feeling you clench around him as you reached your high. that was enough for him and he pulled out, making a mess on your thigh.

you tried to catch your breath, coming down slowly. you were trembling, flushed, and halfway dried tears streaked your cheeks. everything happened so fast, you felt so overwhelmed. ni-ki stayed close, breathing hard as he watched you quietly. then he was standing up straight, zipping up his pants and fastening his belt again as if everything was just casual. he reached down, picking his bag up from the floor and glancing back at you.

"better clean up. don't want anyone thinking the little nerd got wrecked by her bully right?" he began walking before turning back to you. "oh, and tell that supervising idiot that i did what i came here to do, okay?"

a smug smile crept onto his lips and then he was walking out the door as if he was never there.

"Still mine?" you shot back, leaning your head against his shoulder and letting your eyes flutter closed.

His answer was the way he pressed a featherlight kiss onto the top of your head. The street, though brightly illuminated by the oncoming evening, was relatively quiet except for the hum of the lamppost, and the crinkle of the plastic bag as he pulled out his own ice cream.

Somewhere between talking about nothing and everything, you looked up at him, eyes hazy but soft. "I like your last name," you said, tongue running over the popsicle before grinning. "Can I have it?"

For a split second, he thought about his mind running wild—his last name with yours, you and him getting married, you with an obvious baby bump, maybe a couple of kittens running around, and the two of you dressed like you owned the fucking world.

And sure, he thought about the other kind of 'feelings', the kind that made him want to take you home right now.

across the room, jungwon is quietly digging through his bag for something, but his ears are tuned in on you. every sound of amusement you let out, every hum of acknowledgement you make, he hears it all. he doesn't let it show, but he's attuned to all your movements.

there's something in him that tightens when your focus isn't on him, as much as how silly it looks. he doesn't like it when your attention isn't on him, doesn't like it when he has to share you. it's almost laughable. it's not that he doubts your love for him, no, never that — he knows, without a question, that you love him. he knows you'd choose him in a heartbeat. his hands finally feel the leather box, pulling it out and retrieving his glasses from inside it. he slips them on, the motion easy as he adjusts it in front of the mirror, hand running through his hair. that's when your gaze drops on him, studying his reflection in the mirror, mind going blank. you were sure your friend wouldn't be able to get any answer from you if she quizzed you about what she said that moment onwards.

the black tank top clings to his lean frame, highlighting the lines of his broad shoulders, and the way his muscles bulge out prominently when he moves. he notices, but doesn't show that he notices your blatant staring. there is a very proud smirk on his face mentally. he lowers himself next to you on the bed, scrolling through his phone, with no real intention behind it. he was giving you the chance to come to him before he loses his mind — he was waiting for you to acknowledge him.

he lifted his head once, acting like he just noticed your gawking, before returning his attention back to his phone, not before sending a wink your way. the simple gesture set your face on fire. in the embarrassment of being caught so blatantly ogling at him, you jerked your gaze away, swallowing hard and shook your head. you scrambled for your composure, before bidding a hasty good bye to your friend. she would understand, right? "yeah- no, i'll call you tomorrow. i'm getting sleepy, see?," you mustered up all your acting skills to fake a yawn, hoping she wouldn't catch the slight hitch in your voice, trying your very best to be convincing. "sleep tight, good night, love you!"

the moment you hung the call up, you heard jungwon burst out in laughter, his phone falling limp beside him, as he tried to stop the sudden outburst of mirth. you glance at him, eyebrows raised, your expression more dumbfounded than offended, "what's so funny?"

jungwon shakes his head, still chuckling, eyes crinkled in delight, despite the ugly green that poisoned his gaze only a few minutes prior. his smile deepens, sharpening just a little, the dimples on his cheek hollowing, "nothing."

you felt the gears in your brain shift, noticing his tense shoulders, the way his knees bounced with impatience, the rigidness of his jaw earlier and it all clicked in your head. you felt a smirk creep up your face as you leaned in towards him, faces a few inches apart. "won, are you jealous?"

it wasn't really a question, you already knew his answer. but where's the fun if he doesn't admit it himself? "sweetheart, you know that i'm quite the jealous type, right?", he asked, voice laced with a teasing edge to it, as his warm breath fanned your face. you blinked in faux surprise, as the smirk on your face dissolved into a small grin. "jealous, you? i didn't think you were the type to be, won." "well, then you clearly don't know me baby," jungwon laughs it off, clearly knowing that you're playing with him, so instead of putting an end to it and saying 'checkmate', he'd rather play along and let you decide. there's nothing bitter about his words, rather it sounded more fierce. you feel both his hands settle on your waist, pulling you gently until you're perched on his lap, your knees caging his hips.

"well, maybe i'm waiting for you to show just how much," you countered, voice dripping with playfulness as your own hands found their place on his broad shoulders, the exposed skin, warm and strong under your touch. his eyes were more steady now, looking at you with a newfound interest, his lips biting back a grin.

"yeah?", you didn't get enough time to sell him a reply before his lips were on yours — soft at first, like he's rememerizing the feeling of your plush lips on his. the world around you and everything in its hold fades until the only thing you know is the warmth of his mouth, and the both your breaths mingling together.

but that's short lived, as you feel the cool metal of the frames of his glasses nudging your cheek, and he pulls back just enough to grin. "hold on," he murmurs, one hand leaving your waist to slip the glasses from his face. he sets them aside on the bedside table without looking, already leaning in, his eyes clearer, now without the barriers. "better," he breathes out, admiring the way you looked, breathless and flushed.

"finally," he murmurs against your lips, short and teasing, "took you long enough, sweetheart."

you can feel your heart hammer against your chest, loud and insistent, as desire coursed through your veins. you felt his lips back on yours again, more firm as the kiss deepened.

his lips part and you feel the slow tantalizing sweep of his tongue against your lips, seeking an invitation inside. you let go, your own lips parting good bye as you felt the warm muscle of his tongue brush against yours, pulling in for a dance. it's a slow performance, his tongue holding yours close to his, full of a promise only the two of you share.

his hands tighten their grasp at your waist, thumbs pressing soft circles on your skin there. you lean in to him, hand resting on the nape of his neck, pulling him impossibly close.

a soft whimper slips from jungwon's throat — the sound raw and rough, as he lets go of your tongue, his lips trailing down to your jawline, and that makes your breath hitch.

"god you're so beautiful," he breathes against your skin, voice thick with want as he slips lower, biting lightly against your collarbone, and you throw your head back to provide him more access. his hands slide under your shirt, fingertips brushing against the bare warmth of your waist, and you instinctively shift closer towards him — and that's when you feel him. the hard outline of his bulge presses against your core, and you can't help the gasp that leaves you, "ngh, fuck, won." you hear him whine out loud, tongue lolling out, eyes squeezed shut and you swear you've never seen anything more beautiful. you roll your hips against him, slow at first, testing the waters, and a low groan vibrates in his chest. he presses his forehead to yours, eyes all glassy. "you're trying to kill me, aren't you sweetheart?" he murmurs, lips curling into a smirk, before crashing back onto yours, devouring the sudden whimper that escapes your mouth. you keep rocking your hips against him, the friction sharp even through the layers of clothing. every roll sends a jolt of heat up your spine, your thighs tightening around his hips to keep him close.

the room was silent except for the soft whimpers that spilled past both your lips amidst the kissing, messy and unrestrained. "fuck- you feel so good baby," he cuts himself off with a shaky breath, lips brushing against yours, "so good, so damn good."

you can barely think with the heat pooling in your stomach, your staggering breaths syncing with jungwon's, as the tension between the two of you builds dizzyingly quick. "you're driving me insane," he breathes out, his nose nuzzling against yours, his breath hitching every time you press down just right.

you can feel the tension in him, the way his thighs flex underneath you, and the subtle tremor in his grip. the friction is maddening, your clothed bodies pressed tightly you swear you can feel his pulse through his hard on.

jungwon grinds up into you, meeting you with equal urgency, groaning loud like he's on the edge of losing control. his lips chases behind yours again, and you give in like you always do. the kisses are more sloppier now, almost in a drunken daze, your tongues tangling in sync with the rhythm of your hips.

he bites at your lower lip, just enough to make you gasp, and uses the moment to deepen the kiss again. your fingers curl into the fabric of his tank top, hips moving on pure instinct now, sparking your climax.

jungwon's gasp breaks the kiss, his own hips faltering their pace as his own orgasm rips through him. his groan is low and drawn out, as both your movement slow down gradually as the two of your ride the last wave of pleasure. his lips press soft, lazy pecks against yours between each inhale, a boyish grin on his face that had you leaning in to kiss at his dimples.

when you pull back, jungwon giggles, "guess you do know how much," brushing his nose against yours.

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