julie

"Baby," Ni-ki whimpers, hands grasping at your waist to keep you still, his sharp claws digging into the soft flesh. His tail is swaying behind him, flicking agitatedly as his ears pinned back to his head.

"I'm so hot," Sweat was running down his forehead, his shirt had been long discarded and added to the mess on the floor hours ago. He paws at your skin more, nuzzling into your neck, trying to get closer to you, to scent you and try get rid of this ache in his body.

"I know sweetheart," You whisper sympathetically, reaching up to scratch behind his ear, a low purr coming from his throat. "Such a good kitty," Your voice breaks slightly as you feel something hard and slightly damp press against your leg.

You glance down, Ni-ki's sweatpants were around his ankles and his grey boxers were soaked on the front with precum, cock rock solid as he pathetically humped your thigh. Tears built in his eyes, a soft mewl passing his lips. "Good, s' good," He babbled, tail wrapping around your thigh so you couldn't move.

"Ni-ki, does,, Is that helping?" You look at him with wide eyes, you had never had a hybrid boyfriend before so you were completely unaware of what happened to them. And seeing your boyfriend in so much distress, you would do anything to help him.

He nodded eagerly, pushing you onto the bed as he rubbed his face against your neck trying to smell your scent better. "Please, please baby, I need you so bad, let me please?" He begged, eyes wide and full of desperation. You nodded, laying back down on the pillows so Ni-ki could have his way with you. An uncharacteristic growl came from his throat, one of his clawed hands ripping through the fabric of your shirt and bra to expose your boobs. He eagerly took one into his mouth, licking and sucking at your nipple, letting his fangs drag against the sensitive nub which had your back arching off of the bed. "O-Oh, shit," You panted, your shorts being sliced through and ripped off of your body- thankfully you hadn't had any underwear on as you had only been having a lazy day at home. Your eyes fluttered shut, Ni-ki's rough tongue exploring your body before he was face to face with your dripping cunt. "So pretty," He hummed, leaning forward to lick up your slit causing you to buck your hips into his face. Ni-ki's ears perked at the whimper that came from your lips, repeating his actions before suckling on your clit, pressing his tongue flat against the sensitive button. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head, fingers tangling in his hair as your boyfriend slowly slipped a finger into you, stretching you out. "You're so, so good at this kitty," You moaned, another finger slipping into you and hitting that spot inside of you which made you see starts. Ni-ki only licked at your clit more vigorously, finger fucking you at a pace which was far from human. His hips moved against the bed as he pleased you, pathetically humping it, desperate for release The hybrid smirked against your pussy, lapping up each little drop of cum before pulling away and crawling up your body. "Need you, need you so bad princess," He whispered, teeth sinking into the junction where you shoulder and neck met. His grey boxers made a wet sound as they hit the floor, soaked with his precum and actual cum from humping the bed. His cock hung heavy between his legs, hitting his tummy as he got back on the bed, kissing all over your body before lining up. "Fuck," He smashed your lips together, tip breaching your hole as he slowly thrusted in. His ears were pinned to his head, a mewl ripping from his throat at the sensation of your tight heat encasing him. "So wet, so tight, so warm," Ni-ki babbled, eyes screwing shut, trying to keep still so you could adjust. "You can move now baby, please, wanna feel you. Wanna help you," You looked up at him with a dazed expression, feeling his tail thump against the bed, his balls smacking against your ass as he slammed inside of you again and again. "You feel, feel so good!" Ni-ki sobbed, tears streaming down his face as he let his primal instincts take over, tugging your legs over his shoulders so you were in the mating press position. His tip hit your cervix with each thrust, your nails digging into his back. You couldn't even form a sentence, Ni-ki's hands were all over you at once, one gently squeezing your neck and the other pressing down on your tummy, feeling it bulge under the size of his cock. "Good girl, make me feel so good, gonna give you my kits, my babies. Gonna be a good mama, good mommy," He nuzzled into your boobs, sucking harshly on your nipple the hand on your tummy moving to your clit. The knot in your stomach snapped as you came all over his cock, feeling something hard and somehow bigger than Ni-ki's cock catch on your entrance. You screamed, Ni-ki only forcing his knot in and out of you until you were locked together, pumping his load deep inside of you. The 2 of you were a panting mess, his knot keeping you together, feeling the spurts of cum get weaker but his cock didn't seem to soften. "I think I'm in heat," Ni-ki mumbled, a deep purr rumbling from his chest, eyes hazy, "need to fuck you again,"

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Jake felt like he was going to die.

At least, that’s what you thought when you saw the look spread across his face during dessert. You were at his parents’ house in Australia for the first time, surrounded by his extended family members who had gathered to celebrate Christmas. With Jake’s busy schedule as an idol, it was difficult to find time to visit his family, and you were both so glad to finally be there.

However, because of the large influx of people staying at his parents’ house, you and Jake had been forced to share a room with a few of his younger cousins, which put a damper on your very active sex life. Normally, Jake couldn’t keep his hands off of you, but now? He was lucky if he got the chance to hug you before getting pulled into some random task or game. He looked like the lack of sex was actually going to kill him.

You supposed that was how you ended up in the backyard of his parents house after dark, Jake pressing you against a large eucalyptus tree and kissing you like a man starved. Despite the sun having gone down, it was summer in Australia, meaning it was still incredibly hot outside. You were sweating profusely despite the thin dress you wore, and your steamy make out session with your boyfriend wasn’t helping at all.

You had been worried when Jake had pulled you outside, as you knew that anyone could walk out of the house and find you two there, but you knew how badly Jake needed this. How badly you needed it too.

“It’s been torture not being able to have you to myself,” Jake murmured against your lips between kisses. “I don’t know how I’m going to survive the next few days before we go home.”

He dove back in, reconnecting your lips. His tongue brushed along your top lip, and you opened your mouth to allow him inside. He explored your mouth with his tongue, a soft moan escaping him as he did so.

“What if someone sees us?” you asked against his lips.

“They won’t,” he responded, his hands desperately grasping your hips. “They’re watching a movie, and you can’t see outside from the house after dark.”

“You promise?”

Jake pulled back slightly, lust clouding his eyes. “Promise.”

“Okay, fine,” you moaned as his mouth made contact with the sensitive spot beneath your ear. “But you have to be quick.”

“It’s been so long since we’ve fucked that I’ll probably cum in less than a minute,” he mumbled, his lips ghosting over your neck. “Is that quick enough for you?”

You groaned in response as Jake’s hand found its way up your thigh. His fingers slipped under the skirt of your dress, and you let out a sharp inhale as his fingers grazed the wetness between your thighs.

“So wet already?” he asked, glancing up at you.

“Did you expect me not to be?” you huffed.

“Not that fast.”

“You’re not the only one who’s been missing sex, you know. Just looking at you makes me wet these days.”

Jake’s eyes flared, a look of possessive hunger flashing across his face before he dove back in. He littered your neck and collarbones with kisses, his fingers slowly rubbing over your clit through your panties. You let out a series of quiet sounds, your hands roaming up and down his back to feel as much of him as possible. It had been too long since you had been able to touch Jake like this, and you would take full advantage of it while you could.

“I wanna be inside you so bad, baby,” Jake said, his breath coming out in hot puffs against your skin.

“What’s stopping you?”

Jake raised his eyes to yours, and he only looked at you for a second before your hands found their way to his shorts, quickly undoing the button and zipper before pulling them down just far enough to release his aching cock. He shuddered as the warm evening air hit him, and he lowered his hand to pump himself a few times.

“I need you,” you whispered, connecting your lips with Jake’s hungrily. The ache between your legs was becoming unbearable, and you weren’t sure how much longer you could wait to be filled by your boyfriend. It no longer mattered to you where you were, or that anyone could find you. Every cell in your body was screaming for Jake, and your patience was wearing thin.

Jake released his cock, instead using his hand to grasp the back of your thigh. He lifted your leg up just enough to allow him to fit there, and he pushed your panties to the side before pressing his tip against your entrance.

“Are you ready?” he asked, his voice wrecked with want.

“Yes,” you breathed, feeling yourself pulsing against his tip. “Please, Jake.”

This was all the encouragement he needed. He slowly slid his cock into your wet folds, and you both let out simultaneous moans as he filled you. Once he was buried to the hilt, he leaned forward and rested his forehead on your shoulder.

“Holy fuck,” he groaned. “I’m not gonna last very long.”

“It’s okay,” you said, pressing a kiss to the top of his head as you ran your hand through his soft hair. “We can always sneak out again later and do it again.”

Jake lifted his head, a devious smile spreading across his face. “I love the way you think, y/n. We might just have to.”

After a brief pause, Jake began to thrust slowly inside you, the sound of cicadas in the trees around you almost concealing the sharp breaths and wet noises of his cock sliding in and out of you.

“Feels s’ fuckin’ good,” Jake whimpered, his hand still tightly grasping the soft flesh of your thigh to keep it raised. The bark of the tree was digging into your skin with each thrust, but you didn’t care. The only sensation you could focus on was the delicious pleasure of Jake moving between your legs.

“Oh my god, Jake,” you said, throwing your head back as his thrusts grew faster. With every snap of his hips, he buried himself fully inside you, and you were utterly addicted to the feeling of being filled with each thrust. Waves of pleasure rolled through your body, and you connected your lips with Jake’s, your hot breaths mingling with his as you swallowed his moans.

You were both growing sweatier by the moment, as the scorching summer night air pressing around you only combined with the rapid movements of your bodies rolling together. Jake’s hair was becoming more damp by the second, but you didn’t care. You were having the hottest sex of your life in every way possible.

“I’m getting close,” Jake whined, raising his free hand and bracing it on the trunk just behind your shoulder. With his other hand, he still grasped your leg, and you knew there would be bruises there tomorrow, but you didn’t care. Those bruises would serve as a reminder of just how desperately Jake had needed you, and just the thought turned you on more than you already were.

Jake squeezed his eyes shut, his length rubbing against the delicious spot inside you that had you seeing stars. With each wild buck of his hips, you let out a clipped moan, and you could tell that your obscene sounds were driving him even closer towards his release.

“I-I think I’m gonna c-cum with you,” you stuttered, pressing your forehead to Jake’s.

“That’s so fuckin’ hot,” he ground out. “I’m so close, baby. You’re getting me so close.”

You swore viciously as you felt your orgasm rising within you, and Jake could tell you were about to cum. He dropped his hand and began to furiously rub your clit, and that was all you needed. Your orgasm crashed over you, your pussy spasming around Jake’s cock. He immediately began to cum inside you with a loud cry, and he fell forward against you as he emptied his load deep inside.

For a moment, neither of you said anything. You were both trying to regain your breath after your outdoor encounter, and after a bit, Jake began to laugh.

“What are you laughing at?” you asked, a slow smile spreading across your face.

“I can’t believe we just did that, that’s all,” he panted, still inside you. He raised his head, looking at you with so much love and affection that you felt your heart swell. “And we’re gonna do it again later.”

You were about to respond when you heard the back door of the house open, and you both froze.

“Jake? Y/n? Are you guys out here?” his dad called.

Jake swore under his breath, quickly pulling out of you and zipping up his pants. You smoothed his hair, trying to make sure it looked as if you hadn’t just been running your hands through it.

“Yeah, we are,” Jake called. He stepped out from behind the tree, allowing you a moment to make yourself decent. “I was just showing her this huge tree. I was telling her all the stories about how we used to fight in the branches as kids.”

“Ah, good memories,” his dad chuckled. “Well, we’re about to put a movie on, and your cousins want you to join us.”

“Gotcha, we’ll be right there.” Jake flashed his world-famous smile at his dad, and you felt your heart flutter. “Gotta finish my story real quick.”

“Take your time, we’ll wait.”

After that, you heard the door close, and Jake slowly turned to look at you. You both burst out laughing.

“Do you think he heard us?” you asked.

“God, I hope not,” Jake laughed. He held out a hand for you. “C’mon, let’s go watch the movie. Then we can come out here for part two when everyone else goes to bed. Deal?”

“Deal.”

part 2 here

If you thought that Lee Heeseung was caring before you were pregnant, it was nothing compared to how he was now.

You were seven months along with you and Heeseung’s first child, a girl, and he hadn’t let you lift a finger since you bounded to him and tearfully showed him the positive pregnancy test. He had been waiting on you hand and foot despite his busy life as an idol, and the amount of unconditional love he showed you made you fall in love with him over and over again each day.

It was a gorgeous summer morning, with the soft glow of the rising sun filtering through the partially closed curtains in your bedroom. Without opening your eyes, you stretched out your hand and groped around where you usually found your husband, but he wasn’t there. On top of that, the bed was cold where he usually slept.

“Heeseung?” you said, your voice hoarse from not being used since the previous night.

“Good morning, my love,” he murmured from somewhere close to you. “I brought you some breakfast.”

You stirred, cracking your eyes open just enough to see your handsome husband standing next to the bed, a tray full of various breakfast foods in his hands.

“Heeseung,” you yawned. “How long have you been up?”

“Long enough to make breakfast for my beautiful wife who’s carrying our baby girl.”

“And how long is that?”

Heeseung thought for a moment. “Maybe two hours?”

You glanced at the clock perched atop your bedside table to see that it was 8:03. “You woke up at 6?”

“That’s when I got up. I was awake before that.”

You shifted, trying to sit up so that Heeseung could place the tray on your lap. However, your swollen belly made moving hard, and you struggled to shift yourself into a sitting position. Heeseung noticed immediately, setting the tray down on the bedside table and helping you sit up. You grunted with the effort, inhaling deeply and placing a hand on your bump after finally getting into a sitting position.

“I hate how hard it is to move now,” you said breathlessly. Heeseung gave you a sympathetic smile before sitting next to you, leaning down to press his head to your belly.

“I’m sorry it’s hard, babe,” he said quietly. “But I’m so glad that you’re carrying our baby girl. I’m so excited to meet her.”

You felt the corners of your lips tug upwards. “I am, too. Even though she keeps me awake all night when she kicks me.”

Heeseung raised his eyes to you, his head still resting on your torso. “She does that?”

You laughed. “Yeah, especially the last week or so. She kicks me all night and presses on my bladder so I have to pee all the time. She’s very needy.”

“Not unlike her mama,” Heeseung joked, flashing a smile at you. You gently flicked his shoulder, but you couldn’t help but smile. Heeseung had never minded your neediness, and he told you often that he loved getting the chance to serve you as often as he did. You genuinely could not have asked for a more perfect husband.

“Are you hungry?” he asked, interrupting the comfortable silence that had settled between you. “I tried to make all your favorites.”

“Thank you, baby,” you said, running a hand through Heeseung’s hair. As he laid there, head resting on your belly and hand gently massaging your hip, you felt something familiar stir between your legs. Heeseung was effortlessly handsome, and it didn’t help that he was wearing your favorite gray sweatpants and a black shirt that clung to every muscle of his chest.

“I’d love to eat, but I want an appetizer first,” you told him, your fingers gently grazing his scalp in the way you knew he adored.

“Oh? And what would that be?”

You lowered your hand to his, grabbing it gently and raising it to your swollen breasts that were barely concealed beneath your nightgown. A small smirk spread across his face at this as he gave one breast a loving squeeze, and a soft moan left your mouth.

It was no secret to either of you that your pregnancy hormones had drastically altered your libido. You and Heeseung had a very active sex life before you had gotten pregnant—after all, you got pregnant almost immediately after you had agreed to start trying. However, once your hormones began to shift, you could barely keep your hands off your husband. He had no complaints, and you ended up having sex multiple times a day for the first few months. You had slowed down a bit more due to how difficult it had become for you to move, but your desire from Heeseung still felt insatiable—especially now.

Heeseung’s hand continued to squeeze your breast for a moment before he slowly traced a finger over your tender nipple, and you let out another delicious sound as his thumb worked the sensitive bud.

“Feel good, my love?” he murmured, looking at you with a mix of love and lust in his eyes.

“Feels so good.”

Heeseung took that as his sign to continue, so he lifted his head and pulled the top of your nightgown down to expose your breasts. He then leaned forward, taking one nipple in his mouth as his hand worked the other.

“Oh, Heeseung,” you breathed, leaning your head back against the headboard as your hands gripped his hair harder. “Just like that.”

He groaned against your breast in acknowledgement, his tongue swirling around your sensitive flesh in a way that drove you crazy. All you could do was let out a string of soft moans, your eyes closed in absolutely ecstasy.

After a moment, Heeseung’s hand lowered, skirting along the hem of your nightgown before slipping beneath the silky fabric. His fingers lazily traced up the soft flesh of your inner thigh, eliciting more of your sweet sounds that he loved.

“Heeseung, touch me,” you whispered, your breath already ragged.

“Anything for you, baby,” he said against your chest, giving you a small smile as his fingers found their way to the wetness at the apex of your thighs. One of Heeseung’s favorite things about you being pregnant was that you didn’t like sleeping in panties, which allowed him easy access to his favorite part of you whenever he wanted it.

As Heeseung’s fingers ran along your folds, a whimper left your lips from just how badly you needed him to touch you. Your hips slowly rolled against his fingers in pure need, and he smirked at you as he finally found your clit. He began to rub slow circles over it, watching your face to see just how much you were enjoying what he was doing to you.

“Heeseung, fuck,” you said, both hands now buried in his damp hair. “That feels amazing.”

“Yeah?” he said, taking your other nipple in his mouth now. He immediately began to suck on it, using his teeth ever so slightly to create the sensation that had you moaning his name. All the while, he continued rubbing your clit, the pace of his fingers increasing as the volume of your moans did so as well.

“S-so close, Heeseung,” you whined, your back arching against the plush pillows you were propped up against. “It’s s-so much, babe. Too much.”

Heeseung continued to increase his pace, and when your thighs began to tremble from your rising orgasm, Heeseung bit your nipple. The intensity of his love bite accompanied by the burning pleasure between your legs was too much, and you found yourself crying out Heeseung’s name repeatedly as you came. He continued to suck and rub you as you rode out your high, not once stopping until he knew you were well and truly wrecked.

“Oh my god,” you stammered, your breaths uneven as you returned to reality. “That felt amazing.”

“I’m glad,” Heeseung smiled, lifting his mouth to yours before kissing you deeply. Your tongues immediately met, engaging in a passionate dance as he slowly shifted your nightgown upwards. He broke away from you to lift the silky slip above your head, now leaving you fully nude in front of him.

“Oh, baby,” he whispered, one hand cupping your face as the other gently rubbed your belly. “You are so, so beautiful. I love you so much.”

You felt tears prick your eyes at his words, and you placed a hand on the back of his neck before tugging him towards you for another kiss. As your lips clashed together, you lowered your hand to the hardness in his pants, eliciting a deep-throated groan from him.

“Oh, y/n,” he moaned against your lips. “Fuck, feels s’ good.”

You hummed happily into the kiss, gently rubbing up and down his clothed shaft with lazy strokes. His hips began to involuntarily move against your hand, increasing the depth of your touch in a way that had both of you desperate for more.

“I need to be inside you, baby,” Heeseung said as your fingers explored where the head of his cock met the shaft. “Please let me be inside you.”

“Only because you asked so nicely,” you laughed against his lips. You tugged his shirt over his head, revealing the perfectly toned chest beneath. You sucked in a breath at just how incredibly sexy your husband was, and he only became sexier as he maneuvered his sweatpants and boxers down his legs. His cock was rock-hard, already leaking from you rubbing him through his pants.

He gently grabbed your thighs and tugged you further down the bed so that you were laying flat, your head cradled by the soft, expensive pillows Heeseung had insisted on buying you when he found out you were pregnant.

“Are you okay?” he asked, running a tender hand along your hip. “Comfortable?”

“Yes, Hee,” you told him with a soft smile. “Thank you for checking. Now please, make love to me?”

“I would love nothing more.”

Heeseung pressed a series of kisses to your swollen stomach before lifting his lips to yours, kissing you like he had all the time in the world. After a moment, you felt his hand slowly spreading your thighs before you felt his tip press against your entrance. The entire time, he did not break the kiss—not even when he pushed inside you slowly.

“Ah, fuck, Hee,” you breathed, inhaling sharply as his long cock stretched you wide.

“How does it feel, my love?”

“Amazing,” you moaned against his lips, your back arching upwards from the unbridled pleasure of your husband filling every inch of your aching pussy.

“Good,” he whispered, slowly pulling out to the tip before thrusting back in. “I love being able to make love to you. There’s nothing else I’d rather do.”

You nodded, squeezing your eyes shut as he continued to thrust in and out of you with so much care you could’ve wept. There were times when you wanted Heeseung to fuck you until you couldn’t walk, but there were also times when you just wanted him to make love to you while whispering sweet nothings in your ear. Luckily for you, he always seemed to know which one you wanted based on your behavior during foreplay. Today? You wanted to be loved, nurtured, and cared for.

“You’re breathtaking, baby,” Hee said against your ear before nipping it gently. His hips continued to roll into yours, burying him to the hilt inside you with each movement. When he moved as slow as he was now, you could feel each delicious inch of his length rubbing along your sensitive walls, and you tightly grasped his biceps as you whimpered.

“Gonna make such a good mama,” his voice came again. As he continued to hold himself up with one arm, the other raised to your face. His thumb gently brushed against your flushed skin. “I love seeing how well you take my dick, baby. Such a good girl for me, yeah?”

You nodded, opening your eyes to stare up into Heeseung’s. They were full of so much love, and once you made eye contact with him, he let out a moan and increased his pace.

“God, I love when you look at me like that,” he groaned, still gazing at you.

“Tell me how much you love me,” you whispered, searching his eyes as he continued to thrust in and out of you.

“I love you so fucking much, baby,” he said, caressing your cheek. “I love that you’re my wife, I love that you’re the mother of my child, I love that I get to wake up to you every morning, I love that I get to have sex with you all the time, I love how kind you are… should I keep going?”

You shook your head slightly, tears filling your eyes. Heeseung noticed immediately, and he paused his movements and looked at you with the utmost concern in his eyes. “Baby? What’s wrong? Are you okay?”

“Nothing is wrong,” you said, taking a shaky inhale as you smiled up at your husband. “You’re just so sweet. I love you so much.”

Heeseung broke into a grin, his hips slowly resuming their previous pace. You let out a sound that was a mix between a moan and a sob, and Heeseung pressed a few kisses to your temple as he continued making love to you. With his free hand, he brushed a few rogue strands of hair from your forehead, and you weren’t sure you could stop yourself from crying for much longer. The delicious mix of pleasure and love spread through your body, and you realized after a moment that you were close to another orgasm.

“Heeseung,” you moaned, throwing your head back against the plush pillows. “I th-think I’m gonna cum again, baby.”

“Fuck, that’s hot,” he groaned, squeezing his eyes shut for a moment. “That’s making me close, too.”

“Cum with me, Hee,” you whispered, lifting your hand to his jaw and slowly rubbing along the hardness of it.

Heeseung’s movements became sloppier, his moans more desperate, as his climax rose within him, and he let out a shuddering cry as he finally came inside you. At the same time, your orgasm crashed over you, and you both held each other as you found your releases.

“I love you, Heeseung,” you said after a moment.

Heeseung’s eyes found yours, and he pressed a gentle kiss to your lips. “I love you more. Now that you’ve had your appetizer, would you finally like your entree?”

You gave him a mischievous smile. “Of course, but do I get dessert afterwards?”

Heeseung’s cheeks reddened slightly, and you felt him start to harden again inside you. “I would love to give you dessert.”

You kissed him again, deeper this time. “Good, because I’m very hungry.”

bully!niki who’s secretly in love with you, but keeps messing with you because he’s scared. he’s never felt anything like this before, never had someone get under his skin the way you do. so instead of facing it, he pushes it away the only way he knows how—by hurting you, over and over again, convincing himself it doesn’t mean anything.

bully!niki who realizes just how much he misses you when you don’t show up to uni for a week. how empty his days suddenly are without someone to look for, to bother, to be around. and when he finally sees you again in the hallway on monday, it hits him all at once. for the first time, he has nothing to say. he stands in front of you with wide eyes, swallowing hard, before walking past you quickly like he’s running from something. and you’re left there, confused, heart beating fast.

bully!niki who’s completely caught off guard when you finally snap at him in the hallway after he calls you useless. eyes glossy with tears but filled with anger as you hit his chest, shoving him back “just shut up! what did i ever do to you?!” and for a second he’s stunned, before something in him snaps, grabbing you and pushing you back against the wall, trapping you as he kisses you hard. you try to push him away, struggling against him, but he catches your wrists and pins them beside your head, not letting you go until your resistance slowly fades, your body melting despite yourself. “you’re so cute when you yell at me.”

bully!niki who keeps pulling you into the empty library every day, hands on you the second you’re alone, kissing you breathless between the shelves. one hand slips around your throat, holding you in place while the other drifts under your shirt, until you’re both a mess,“you drive me fucking crazy, do you know that?”

bully!niki who didn’t really stop bothering you, he just stopped calling you names. now he’s always around instead, annoying you and teasing you, finding any excuse to get your attention. his hands are always on you in some way and he sometimes pulls you into a quiet corner to give you a quick kiss before letting you go.

bully!niki whose hard bulge presses against you as you make out in the the library. soft, shaky sounds slip past your lips, and you can feel yourself growing more needy, and he is too. your hand drifts down without thinking, pressing against him through his jeans, rubbing and squeezing gently, and he lets out a low, strained groan against your mouth, grip tightening on you “you dirty fucking girl…”

bully!niki whose fingers are tangled tightly in your hair as he pulls you down on his cock, your knees pressed against the cold floor, eyes wet as you struggle to keep up, softly gagging and moaning. “thaaat’s it baby girl. what a good little pet you are.” your dainty finger wrapped around what you can’t fit into your mouth, trying your best to please him, but just when it starts getting too much, he pulls you up suddenly, crashing his lips against yours.

bully!niki who has you bent over the bookshelves, your panties pushed aside as his fingers pump slowly into your drenched cunt. his hand comes up to cover your mouth, muffling the moans and whimpers that keep slipping out of you. his breath is warm against your ear as he leans in “are you always this wet when i’m around?” and all you can do is nod, eyes squeezing shut from the overwhelming feeling, completely at his mercy.

bully!niki whose big cock has you crying from how good it feels inside you. tears fall down your cheeks, some of them landing on the hand he still has pressed over your mouth to keep you quiet. he moves slowly, draaagging it out just to make you feel every inch, every vein. it’s too much and not enough all at once, your body trembling, thighs slick with your juices as you struggle to hold on while he keeps going, deeper, harder, spanking and squeezing your ass “please please please lemme cum—please—nghh!”

bully!niki who pulls out at the last second, right when he feels your pussy tighten around him, your body shaking from your orgasm, and finishes on your swollen pussy and ass cheeks, completely mesmerized by the sight. he takes a second just to look, breathing heavy, taking in everything—red marks left on your ass, glistening from his cum, your hair a mess and your neck covered in hichkies. you look completely undone beneath him, exactly how he dreams of you every night with his cock in his hands.

Breaking eye contact he uncomfortably shuffled palming himself in a way to hide his erection from you, “you can leave me.. i.. i just need to be alone”, he groaned averting his eyes embarrassingly, “no.. y-you know I can help you”, you said sheepishly knowing exactly what you were getting yourself into, he paused slowly focusing his vision on you once again but you saw a different man as his dilated pupils stared into your soul, a smirk creeping up his face as one of his eyebrows tugged up flirtatiously, “then come here”, he said in a breathy tone completely giving up in concealing the tent in his pants, “come help me, you don’t even have to do anything”, he said lustfully leaning back into the couch his clothed erection on full display as he spread his legs shamelessly in front of you.

Bringing his hand to his crotch he rubbed himself teasingly, “it hurts Y/N”, he said trying to conceal his whimpers, you instantly gulped at the scene your lower lips moistening with need as you stared on, “what do you want me to do?”, you shuffled, “sit”, he whispered deeply bucking his hips in one clean motion beckoning for you to come closer, “take it off first”, he groaned gazing at your bottom half, already picturing how your aching pussy would feel around his throbbing cock. Shyly you did what you were told removing your bottoms and stepping forward so you were practically standing in between his legs, “that’s it baby”, he said reaching for your naked hip, his other hand staying firmly against his bulge as he jolted you forward towards his lap seating you comfortably, “Ah yes”, he whimpered erotically, his voice straining as he tried his very best to not stare at your naked bottom half, the bob of his adam’s apple revealing his uncomfortable state heeseung’s doe like eyes stared into yours as he stuck his fingers into his sweat pants, understanding you slightly rised successfully letting him tug down his pants past his thighs, “wow”, you gulped staring down at his impressive length that appeared larger then ever before, it stood proud and hard before you as your mouth naturally started to water by the glorious sight, “looks painful”, you cooed tracing your finger along the angry vain that was risen from his cock, watching as it twitched with need a appearance of pre-cum leaking from his tip, “baby”, he choked out, “sorry”, you snapped your hand away, with a deep breath heeseung nudged your hips closer to his member, “can you take me”, he groaned, his teeth sinking into his lower lip painfully as you nodded, running his long fingers on either of your glistening folds heeseung’s middle finger slowly disappeared into your heat, “fuck, you’re soaking baby girl”. Hovering over his member the tip pressed against your self lubricating hole, a small wince leaving your mouth as you gradually sunk down his shaft taking a satisfied breath when you finally took him whole.

A suppressed cough left heeseung the veins popping out of his neck as he restrains himself from moving, beads of sweat run down his throat, “a-are you okay?”, you said softly, “don’t talk”, he painfully spoke closing his eyes in concentration, “move w..when you can”, he whispered swallowing the spit that was being collected in his mouth. The pressure to please him was high as you started to circle your hips, you grasped his shoulders tightly as the stretch of his cock pushed you to the limits you didn’t know existed, eventually gliding up and down his aching member, “fuck me”, he gasped, “shit, fuck!”, heeseung’s eyes shot open his pupils completely dilated as he stared on watching as your pussy evidently devoured his cock, reaching forward he wrapped his arms around you like a protective hug the side of his head laying flat against your chest, you felt the upwards buck of his hips, strong yet careful, clean but desperate, “your antlers hee”, you whispered feeling the dull poking sensation of his growing horns, he didn’t reply instead a high pitched whimper left him as his hesitated thrusts shake your body, “I can’t”, he said breathlessly, “can’t w-“, you didn’t get to finish as heeseung started falling off the couch, taking you down with him in a hasty attempt to manoeuvre you onto the floor, twisting your limbs till you were on all fours, a slight squeak leaving you as he forces your face to the cold ground without a word.

He pulls out a packet of chips ahoy, you gasped.

"Holy shit where'd you get these!" you beamed, chips ahoy were not easy to find in South Korea but god, do you miss them.

"You chose a good place baby, the supermarket near you has them in the international aisle." he explains. You roll your eyes at him calling you baby, no matter how much you tell him to stop, he won't and to his defence, you don't get mad about it during certain other times.

You rip open the bag without hesitation, grabbing one to munch into while you signal to the bag for him to keep going. He pulls out pineapple and cranberry juice, another eye roll.

"Hey! I'm just looking out for my baby girl." he defended, you smack him in the arm. Unable to tell him off for another pet name with your mouth full.

"Now for your bathroom." he pulls out a box of condoms that was only one size, specifically his size while the other hand had his and her toothbrushes that together made a little red heart side by side. Your eyebrow raised as you finished eating the cookie.

"Are you trying to scare the hoes" you groaned.

Grabbing the chips ahoy cookies, you take steps in moving away from him and to the couch. Man, did Jake love giving you mixed signals that you never questioned because what was the point? You both had a good thing going, let's not make it obvious you developed feelings and ruined the whole thing. Jake follows you, "come on! they're cute and you said I could spend nights here..." he trails while sitting next to you.

"But what if one of the people I decide to bring home sees it?" you say this without even thinking and automatically regret it. Jake can't even hide that he didn't like that sentence one bit.

"I fucking heard you're going on dates but you're sleeping with them too?" he shoots, the snappiness of his voice making you shudder just a little bit. Were you two about to have your first fight?

"No! I'm just saying a what if! Especially now that I have my own place, don't you hook up with other girls while you're on tour?!" You defended back.

He shook his head, "fuck no! I'm quite satisfied with you actually." It felt like your body and brain froze by his sentence and Jake took that opportunity quickly.

"Besides" he moves closer to you, the eye contact heavy as he moves one of his hands to the side of your neck and the other to cup your pussy through your silk shorts making you whimper.

"I know none of them can make me cum as much as you do." the lust from his voice dripping.

Fucking hell. You chuck the chips ahoy cookies that were in your hand to the coffee table on the side and kiss him. Jake reaches into your shorts to rub circles with two fingers on your pussy chuckling as he felt the lack of underwear, you were always such a good girl. Made it way too easy for him. The pressure makes you automatically climb on his lap while his fingers stay in rhythm and both your lips are still on each other. The more he rubbed your clit, the more you basically dry humped his cock that it quickly got hard and you could feel it.

Jake then slipped two fingers in you, "Jake" you moaned out, head titled back as you gripped on his shoulder.

"Keep saying my name baby girl" he whispered, you moved your head to look down at him. Mouth becoming agape seeing how he looked at you. Jake's eyes... Jake always looked at you like you held the stars but you didn't look into it too deep, all that admiration was probably for the fact you easily get his dick wet.

"I'm going to take my fingers out so we can take these shorts off okay? Want- No, need to see" he practically whimpered, you nodded and stood up briefly to shimmy down your shorts. He bit his lips seeing your bare pussy for him, he patted his lap, legs spread out. With no shame, you eagerly climbed back into his lap. Before Jake could put back his fingers where he wanted them, you grabbed the hand that was just on you to stick the two fingers that were dripping with your essence in your mouth.

This time, it was Jake's mouth that went agape from the surprise action of you deciding to taste yourself. You made your tongue go in between his point and middle fingers, salivating it all up while making eye contact, not like you needed to do this, you were basically dripping all over Jake's lap and it was obvious. But you loved surprising Jake. Another surprise? Adding his ring finger, making it three fingers you're sucking on, practically begging him to use all three on you. Releasing his fingers with a pop, he admired how wet they were as he shoved two back in you.

"You're a fucking freak" he complimented, while you practically humped his hand in response.

"Add another finger" you ordered.

He rolled his eyes at your impatience, but you were his freak so. He wasn't really complaining. You gasped and both of your hands went to his shoulders to clutch them at the new stretch.

You heard a tsk coming from Jake, "come on baby you've taken much more than this." he taunts and he was right.

"Well, I haven't had a cock in me for a couple of months since someone's been on tour" you state in between heavy breaths, staring down at his fingers entering you.

Hearing this made Jake's fingers go faster, knowing he was the only one you're fucking brings him joy that he can't even describe. You moaned loudly, throwing your head back at the new pace but this makes Jake grab the back of your neck to pull you in for a kiss instead. Sloppy, messy. His hand then goes from behind your neck to under your shirt to grope your tits that he's missed oh so much. He switches between each of them, using two of his fingers to rub your nipples as well.

The new added on pleasure, how his other hand still had his three fingers vastly thrusting in you and the intensity of how you two were kissing made the pit of your stomach tighten. Jake knew you were close just by how you started grinding on his hand in desperation and you barely could catch his lips with how much your senses were losing it. Releasing your lips he started sucking and nibbling the spot between your neck and collarbone. Your sweet spot. Your eyes rolled at the back of your head from this, how he knows your body so well. How could you go seek a fuck from anyone else?

"Jake, I'm going to cum." You warned. He only nodded, continue to suck and not so softly bite your skin. "Then cum baby." He whispered, moving his thumb in circles that was already on your clit for pressure. That was the last action you needed to cum all over Jake's fingers, one of your hands going from his shoulders to gripping the back of his hair as you continuously moaned in his ear. Leaving no space in between you two.

He kept slowly thrusting his fingers to help you through your orgasm until you grabbed his wrist to stop him from continuing.

Jake laughed "What? Can't handle anymore?" He knew this wasn't the truth, you always needed more than this.

"Look at me" he whispered, gripping your chin to make eye contact with him, your faces were so close, it felt so intimate. The emptiness of the lack of his fingers became evident but before you could whine, they were in front of both your faces. You opened your mouth to welcome them in but he surprised you and placed them in his own mouth instead. Jake, still with his hand on your chin places his thumb that was on your lip deeper into your mouth to give you some oral fixation. He hummed at the taste of you and made sure you saw how much he loved tasting it, switching from two fingers into his mouth to his ring finger. Like his fingers was the stick to a lollipop and your cum was the candy.

While maintaining eye contact, your hands start to move to his pants to unzip it, only breaking the long and heavy eye contact after feeling wetness on the back of your hand. You turn pink seeing the large wet patch on his khakis that you left behind. He realised it, and found you adorable. He could tease you at this moment, and he wanted to until the air hitting his hard cock made him throw his head back in a hiss.

"I want to cum on your cock." You state, he groaned as his head fell back onto the couch cushion behind him and his wet hand that was just in his mouth, ran through his hair instead. Yes, he could have used his other, dry hand that was on your hip but Jake always needed to have a hand on you somehow, it was just a natural habit of his. He was going crazy with that sentence of yours though, you said it like it was something spoken regularly. Like it wasn't filth falling from your angelic lips.

You grab Jake's already precum spilling cock to smear it around your wet pussy, fuck he was in bliss, so much in bliss that it didn't even process you were slipping his tip in without a condom until you sank all the way down to envelop his cock completely.

It made his eyes snap open and his head lift off the couch.

"Y/N." He said in seriousness. It made your body tense up, was this a bad idea? He's always talked about how much he's always wanted to fuck you without a condom and your persistent nos was because you always thought he was off fucking other girls, so the fact he confirmed that was not the case...

"Did you not want this?" you asked. His eye grew wider hearing and seeing your discouragement. He desperately shook his head.

"No, no. This is a fucking dream, you just shocked me, you've always said no baby" he rambles, using his right, dry hand to stroke your face as the left moved to your left hip.

"Are you sure about this?" he asks.

"You swear there's no other girls?" Leaning into his hand as you softly said this, you made sure to stare at him too. With your intimate time together and even hanging out without the sex, you soon found out Jake was a shit liar and wore his emotions on his face.

One of the only emotions you couldn't detect though, was Jake was practically in love with you and that's what he was expressing now. Not just the fact your pussy was still wrapped around his cock, it was your face being in the palm of his hand that made him weak.

"No baby girl, just you. I fucking swear."

"Then I'm sure." you reassured him, knowing he was speaking the truth. He nodded as you started to bounce on him again.

Jake tugged on the bottom of your silk top, you lifted your arms up so he could lift it off you as you continued riding him. Your bare tits now on full display for him. Jake really loved your tits, hell everyone did and there was a sense of pride knowing it was only him that gets to see them fully naked. Before he could get his mouth on them, you pouted at him and tugged on his own shirts.

"Take it off" you demanded. A bit unfair that you were naked while he was still fully clothed with only his cock out.

Jake took both shirts off swiftly for his girl, throwing them behind him and you watched it land directly on the floor. Your hands automatically going back to holding his now bare shoulders, as her eyes wandered down Jake's fit body. You started riding faster, it made Jake lose his senses but not enough to miss you whisper "mine". Mine. Fuck yeah he was yours.

You started making figure 8s with your hips, his reaction to the new movement being to grip your hips tightly and start thrusting up to meet your movements. It made you scream as your nails dug into Jake's shoulders more, the pain made him hiss but it also made his cock twitch inside you. His eyes going from watching your fucked out face to your bouncing tits right in front of him.

Jake lifted himself off the couch so he could attach his lips to your right tit. His movements were messy and all you could feel was his lips all over your chest. It would go from putting as much of either of your tits in his mouth that he could, to flicking your nipples with his tongue and making out with your chest to leave hickies all over. The sensation was insatiable. It made you need to cum for the second time.

"J-Jake I'm going to cum but I-I w-want you to cum with me. I-Inside me. Please" you stuttered out begging.

He stops making out with your chest in shock and his hips stop meeting yours but you don't stop bouncing, he was in so much disbelief. What was going on... From fucking without a condom to now cumming in you? Jake's wondering if he's in heaven and you could tell from staring down at him his thoughts were going wild.

Fuck, he's so cute. Though he fucked so dominant a lot of times, Jake was also so submissive and it was everything. If you told him to stop fucking you and get on his knees to eat you out right now, he would do it in a heartbeat without hesitation.

"Baby talk to me" you whisper.

First time calling him baby too, oh.

Jake suddenly flipped you on your back, your head hitting the pillow as he lifted your leg up to his shoulder and his pace... His pace was insane that it made your back arch and your nails dig into his back.

"Oh my god Jake" you practically shouted out.

"Want me to cum in you? These hickies weren't enough? You want me to paint you inside as mine?" He basically growled, his territorial trait showing. It made you whimper as your head kept hitting the pillow behind you from how rough he was fucking you. You bit your lip and nodded.

"No baby girl. Use your words, need to hear you say you're mine"

"I-I'm yours Jake, all yours, fuck! Right There! Yours!" you shrieked mid sentence as he found the spot you needed and it made him turn animalistic. His left hand gripped the side of your body to go faster as his right continue to hold your leg above his shoulder, he bit your inner thigh making you yelp from the sudden pain but you wouldn't have it any other way.

Your vision started to blur as your new place's walls were just the moans between you and Jake with both your skins smacking together with how fast and rough you two were going.

"I'm really going to cum Jake!" you screamed, he nodded groaning above you. "Come on baby give me your cum, be the good girl I know you are." his dirty talk sent you seeing white.

Jake, feeling your cum gushing on his cock and your pussy spasming for the first time without a condom made him go over the edge himself. You felt his cum spurting out into your walls. You wrapped your arms around him to bring your lips together. Your sweaty bodies meshing together as he continued to slowly thrust in you- so you get every drop of him. When it felt like both your orgasms were over, your lips separated and Jake was about to pull out but you wrapped your legs around his torso.

"No, just stay and cuddle." you whimpered out. Jake could only nod. You left him speechless. He wrapped his arms around your body and shifted you both so you were both laying on your sides but still facing each other, legs meshed together so his cock was still in you. You felt so warm and full. Jake pulled the rest of his pants and briefs down, chucking them somewhere behind him, you went to tell him off for his carelessness but seeing how close your face was to Jake made you go beet red before you could get your words out.

"Now you're getting shy? My cum and cock are in you right now" he taunts, laughing. You smack his chest in response. "Shut up!" you say.

Jake coughs, "seriously, what changed y/n?" he asks

You shrug your shoulders, "I don't know. I missed you and hearing you say it's just me you're fucking... I didn't know we were exclusive, it makes me feel better" you admitted.

"We could make it more exclusive, give it even a professional label ... I've always wanted that" Jake confesses, that same look of love and adoration in his eyes that you see while the two of you are having sex is undeniably there.

Your beet red face turns into shock instead, "Jake Sim. Do you like me for more than a fuck?" you ask.

Jake's eyes rolled "since like day one you loser, you couldn't tell?"

Your hand goes to smack your mouth to show him how shocked you actually are. "No! I just thought you liked me for my tits!"

He went to rub his forehead in distress, "the whole reason why I went to that party that we first hooked up at was because Jay told me you were there. You disappeared before I could talk to you at that other party two weeks before that." he explained.

Your head was basically spinning at this new information.

"Huh? You noticed me that night?"

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You felt arms wrap around you and wet hair on your shoulders as you threw Jake's pants and your couch blanket in the wash. Both having certain stains from the recent activities...

"Ah, I could get used to seeing this." he says while nuzzling his head more deeper in your neck and his arms grips around your waist tighter. Wanting to inhale you like you two weren't in the same shower, at the same time, using the same products.

"Only just asked me on a first date, no girlfriend title and already dreaming of me doing your laundry? I'm starting to regret my decision Jake Sim." You teased as you spun yourself around to face him. A look of fake shocked was across his face with a big smile.

"Oh, so you telling me you liked me back was sympathy for me... I get it. Just don't go on the date then." He whines.

"Oh please... I mean, I still owe you a house tour though? I guess if we fuck in every room and surface of this place. I would go on that date with you." You continue to tease him, like you didn't say yes and confess you also have feelings for him just half an hour ago. You wouldn't even say no when he pops the girlfriend question either.

"Don't even have to ask me twice y/f/n" Jake responds, lifting you up and carrying you to your bedroom.

synopsis: overhearing your boyfriend talking about you behind your back is a tough way to start date night. now, you’ve got an attitude. and heeseung isn’t having any of it.

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You were halfway down the hall, tugging on an earring as you rushed toward Heeseung’s bedroom. He'd been ready for nearly an hour already, and was likely bouncing his foot impatiently, headset perched on his head as he waited for you to finish up. 

Date night was non-negotiable in this house, and yet you were always somehow running ten minutes late.

You didn’t mean to linger by the door; your earring just was truly stuck, and you had to pause to focus on getting the clasp on right. That’s when the sound caught you—his low voice spilling out from behind the crack of the doorframe. 

“Nah, it’s honestly hard,” He was saying. Sunghoon was on the other end of whatever 2v2 they were playing, though you couldn’t hear his voice. 

He must have laughed, though, because Heeseung went on with a groan. “I’m serious. She takes forever to get ready. It’s like this every time. And she’s so damn stubborn. If I say anything at all she's pissed off.” 

Your hand faltered at the door. 

There was a pause—Sunghoon probably making some stupid joke—and another chuckle. Heeseung’s tone was light, warm, even, but you’d stopped listening for tone. Your face felt hot, his words going straight to your heart. 

“You would not,” Heeseung chided, cursing under his breath at the game. “It drives me crazy. You wouldn’t last a minute.” 

You spun on your heel, red in the face, and disappeared back down the hall. All your excitement, all your confidence, completely shot. Is that really how he talked about you behind your back? Like you were some inconvenience he had to put up with?

It all felt unbelievably stupid now. The little black dress you’d put on just for him, the white socks that cut off at your knees—the ones he once said drove him nuts. Even the heels that dangled in your other hand.

Stupid, you thought to yourself. You couldn’t remember the last time you felt so embarrassed.

Behind you, in the room you’d disappeared from, Heeseung leaned back in his chair, exhaling in satisfaction at another victory. 

Sunghoon’s voice came through Heeseung’s headphones. “I’m just saying, you’re not all that just because you’ve got a girlfriend and we don’t. Although, that running late thing—I guess that would piss me off pretty bad.”

“Yeah, exactly,” Heeseung chided, knitting his hands behind his head. “And that’s why she’s mine. None of you losers could make her happy.” He puffed his chest out. “Takes a man to handle all of that.”

“You’re so fucking weird dude. Go take her to dinner. If she’s even ready, that is.” 

“Hey. Don’t talk shit about my girl, bro,” Heeseung said, logging out of his game. 

“What? But you just—”

“Later,” He called, grinning as he pulled his headphones from his head. 

He found you on the couch, finishing up with your heels. They were the ones he’d bought you on a trip you took last year. Cute, black, just enough of a heel to make your legs look irresistibly long, but short enough that he retained his height over you.

"Hey, baby," He said, reaching a hand out to help you up, "You ready to go?"

You glanced at him before standing up, ignoring the gesture. "Yeah," You answered, heading towards the door without another word.

Heeseung’s brow quirked as he watched you pass by.

He could smell a bad mood from a mile away, but what about? He had no idea. He followed you out to the car quietly, noting the way you avoided his gaze and slammed your door.

The drive into the city was tense. Heeseung couldn’t tell what had gone wrong in the time between you asking if he liked the dress you’d picked out—to which he’d answered indisputably and enthusiastically yes—and when you’d left his house together, but something had definitely changed. 

Maybe you were angry that he’d been on a game with Sunghoon while waiting for you. Or perhaps he hadn’t made it quite clear enough how good he thought you looked. He glanced at you in the passenger seat, dolled up to perfection, the prettiest person he’d ever seen in his life, and couldn’t help but notice the way your brows were creased in the middle, or the slight downturn to your lips. 

And you? You were fuming. Stewing silently like a storm that just wouldn’t break. 

You felt off. From the moment you heard Heeseung's comments, everything about the night felt wrong. Your dress felt too tight in some places, too loose in others. Your makeup too much. Your hair too simple.

His words made you feel insecure, which was the worst thing of all. That your boyfriend, the guy who was supposed to make you feel like the most beautiful person in the world, had you second-guessing yourself.

A man, making you doubt yourself. Nothing pissed you off more than that. 

Maybe you did take too long to get ready. Maybe you really were too stubborn, and exhausting to be around. But who was Heeseung to complain? He could spend hours at the mall, dragging you around a single department store until your feet ached. And you never said a word when he was in one of his moods, even when it threw the whole day off.

You never said anything at all. So why did he feel so comfortable complaining about you to his friends?

The question plagued you even through dinner.

You tried to play the good girlfriend. The bright smile, the sugary laugh. And you failed. Miserably. In turn, Heeseung's good mood became just that: a performance.

He leaned back in his chair, watching you with a furrow between his brows. He’d tried—god, he’d tried—to get you to open up. He asked about your day. He complimented how you looked. He even tried to crack a joke or two. Nothing worked.

He caught every dissatisfied glance, every fake smile. Soon, he was glowering at his food, too, all attempts to connect with you falling flat.

Finally, he let out an annoyed huff, stabbing at his food with his fork. "You know, if you didn't want to go out, you should have just said so."

You looked up. "Excuse me?"

"It's obvious you don't want to be here. You're acting like I forced you to come here with me."

"I'm not acting like anything," You mumbled, staring furiously down at your plate. It was pointless. You were no hungrier than you were back at the house, stomach sinking in the hall. 

"Yes, you are," Heeseung insisted. "Did I piss you off, or something?"

"Forget it, Heeseung."

"No, why are you sulking?"

The comment made you bristle. "Maybe I wouldn't be if you didn't make it seem like being around me was such a chore."

He stared at you. "What the hell is that supposed to mean?"

You clamped your mouth shut, realizing too late that you'd said too much. Heat crawled up your neck. "Nothing."

But the damage was done. His posture shifted, concern turning to straight irritation. "So it is something I did. You've been pissed at me this whole time over... what, exactly?"

You avoided his gaze, trying not to notice the way the table next to you was glancing over. "It doesn't matter," You grumbled.

"There it is again. Forget it. It doesn't matter. Nothing's wrong." He leaned forward, elbows on the table. "You shut me out and expect me not to do anything about it. Do you know how crazy that makes me?"

You raised your brows, letting out a dry laugh. "I seem to be doing that a lot lately."

"Doing what?"

"Driving you crazy," You hissed under your breath, glaring at him.

He sat back, looking you over like you were a puzzle he couldn't figure out. "You're infuriating sometimes, you know that?"

You scoffed. "Got it. Thanks."

"What did I do?" He asked flatly.

"Can we just finish dinner? I don't want to get into this right now."

He let out a laugh. "I don’t believe that. You've been pulling faces all night. And you're crazy if you think I'm not going to do something about the fact that you've been off since we left the house."

You rolled your eyes and his jaw ticked, his food forgotten entirely. There were times when Heeseung loved your attitude—the little scowl you got, the bite behind your words—but this was different. This was petty. And he wasn’t having it.

"I hate it when you do this," He muttered.

"Heeseung."

"What? What am I supposed to do? You won't tell me what's wrong, I can't fix it." He shook his head angrily. "You probably don't even know what you're pissed about."

You slammed your napkin down, earning a look of surprise and confusion. "I want to go," You said, glaring at him.

"What?"

"I want to leave." You couldn't take it. Sitting here, surrounded by couples and families having a great night, while you were working your way towards one of your worst.

His frown deepened. "Are you serious?"

You reached for your purse beneath the table, digging around to find your wallet. Anything to get you out of this restaurant sooner. "Yes, I am. You want me to tell you what I want? I want to go home."

He watched in utter disbelief as you opened your wallet. "What are you doing?"

"I'll pay, let's just go."

"Yeah, that's not happening."

"It doesn't matter, Heeseung, I can—"

“Don’t,” He snapped. The edge in his voice stopped you in your tracks. "I said I'm paying. End of discussion."

You watched furiously as he stood, pulling his wallet from his back pocket. Did he really have to pull the gentleman act? Even when you were in the middle of a fight?

He stepped around the table to find a waiter, leaving you to brew in silence. Guilt and frustration swirled around your mind, turning your stomach to knots. 

This is exactly what he was talking about, you thought dejectedly. Stubborn. Antagonizing. Exhausting. He had painted a picture of you, and in your resentment, you'd brought it to life.

But you were too proud to admit what was bothering you.

That you'd been eavesdropping. That you'd heard what he told his friend, and that you'd let it get to you. Maybe that was what frustrated you most of all.

That you just couldn't let it go.

Heeseung came after a few minutes, face red and jaw clenched. You’d really done it now, trying to pay for your dinner like that. You watched as he pulled his jacket off the back of his chair, ash-blonde hair falling in his eyes as he waited for you to gather your things. 

As you headed for the door, he leaned in, his voice dropping. "Don't ever try and pull shit that again," He mumbled, hand ghosting over your lower back.

He wouldn't touch you, not when you were both this pissed off, but he was still there. Hovering. Like he wouldn't let anyone even look at you the wrong way, no matter how angry he was.

One suffocating car ride home later, and Heeseung was throwing the front door open, light from the street spilling into the dark of the entryway. You trailed behind, his jacket around your shoulders to stave off the early autumn chill that had set in after the sun went down.

It didn't matter that he'd put it around your shoulders when he noticed your crossed arms on the walk back to the car. Or that he was carrying your bag in his hand. You were both still unbelievably pissed.

He turned around as the door closed behind you, his hand on his hips. He looked unreal—dark brows furrowed, shoulders and collarbones exposed in the black tank top he'd worn under the jacket.

If you weren’t so angry you’d have had him half-undressed on the floor already. His neck glinted silver, the chain you'd bought him for your first anniversary resting at the base of his throat.

"Are you gonna talk to me now?" He asked, looking at you expectantly. 

You tugged his jacket tighter around yourself, refusing to meet his eyes. “I told you, I don’t want to talk about it.”

"Yeah, well, I'm not accepting that answer. I'm sick of you shutting me out."

You pursed your lips. "Well, I wouldn't be 'shutting you out' if you didn't make me feel like I'm... annoying you all the time." Your voice faltered and you bit your lip, heat rising up the back of your neck. 

"Annoying me? Where the hell did you get that from?"

"You said it yourself," You fired back. "That I take too long, that I make things difficult."

"When did I say that?”

“You think I’m too much!” You blurted out, your face feeling impossibly hot. 

Heeseung’s expression changed, his frustration giving way to confusion. 

“And it feels like shit,” You continued, throwing his jacket onto the couch, “To find our your boyfriend feels that way.”

He shook his head, his voice infuriatingly even. “You're putting words in my mouth and getting pissed at me for it?”

“I’m not putting words in your mouth,” You scoffed, shoving past him. 

His hand shot out, wrapping around your wrist before you could leave. “Don’t walk away from me,” He snapped. 

A jolt of electricity shot up your arm from where he touched you—sharp with anger and… something else you were too flustered to name. Your eyes shot up furiously, but he cut you off.

"I have never once said that you were too much for me."

“Yes, you did, you said that today on your stupid call with Sunghoon.”

He gaped at you. "Sunghoon?" A look of realization flashed in his eyes. Then, to your outrage, the hint of a smile. Like he was amused. 

You made a face. "See, I knew it. I knew you wouldn't take me seriously.” You tried to pull out of his grasp but he wouldn’t let you go.

"What about Sunghoon?" He pressed.

You glared up at him defiantly. "You told him that I was too stubborn. That I'm too difficult—I heard you!"

His expression changed at that. Like he’d finally figured you out. He smirked down at you. "And you've been pissed at me all night because of that?"

You grimaced. "You are such a dick, Heeseung."

You tried to yank away, but he wouldn’t budge. He tightened his grip on your arm, pulling you closer until you were nearly chest-to-chest, his breath tickling your face.

"So this is why you were in such a shit mood all night," He taunted, leaning in. "You can be so fucking difficult sometimes, you know that?”

His voice was sugary smooth, a purr that tingled up the base of your spine. The smell of his cologne wafted around you, amplified by the heat of his temper. 

"Fuck you," You spat back. 

“How long were you gonna stew before you told me what was wrong, huh?”

"Let go of me."

"Is that why you didn't say anything? You didn't want to admit you'd been eavesdropping on my conversation?"

"Let go!" You snarled, shoving your arms into his chest.

There was a moment of struggle, a push and pull between you that had nothing to do with power or dominance. It was about anger. And desire. And the moment the two became indistinguishable. Shoulders bumped, hands shoved, and you both cursed, stumbling back against the wall opposite the door.

Your back hit the wall with a thud and you opened your mouth to cuss him out again, to call him an asshole. But your protests died on your lips as his hands grabbed your hips possessively, his mouth crashing onto yours. 

It wasn’t tender, it was raw and biting. A challenge. A growl sounded in the back of his throat as he bit down on your lip—agitated, desperate, hungry. 

You grabbed his face, digging your fingers into the hair at the back of his neck. He moaned into your mouth, tightening his grip on you. Your stomach flipped.

"You said—" You pulled back, gasping, "—that I was too much."

"I said that you're fucking mine," Heeseung hissed, dragging your hips toward him.

Your knees nearly buckled. 

"Bullshit," You spat. "You think I'm difficult."

He chuckled, his mouth grazing your neck. "I think you're more than difficult."

You gasped as he sucked at your skin harshly. His hand slid up your thigh, goosebumps rising beneath his fingers.

"I think you're stubborn," He said against your throat.

He slid a hand under the hem of your dress.

"Pushy."

His fingers ghosted over your hip. 

"Overdramatic."

He hooked a finger over your underwear, tugging them down your legs. You inhaled sharply as the cool air hit your skin.

He pulled back to look at you, his hand slipping between your legs. "And you drive me fucking insane."

You huffed, glaring through your blush as you gripped his shoulders. "Now you know how it feels."

He pressed his mouth to yours again as he slid two fingers forward. You let out a moan as he gained purchase inside you, his digits teasing out a stuttering breath from behind your lips.

“Can’t believe you ruined our night over this,” He chuckled, watching smugly as your head tilted back. His fingers brushed your sweet spot, earning another soft groan.

“Fuck you,” You breathed, your fingers tangling in his shirt. 

“You really got this worked up over nothing?”

“Nothing? You were shit-talking behind my back,” You gasped, trying to keep from grinding your hips into his hand.

His laugh was low, his other hand sliding up your waist. “Everything I said is true.” His eyes were fixed on your face, catching every tiny shift in your expression as he pumped his fingers inside you. “But you know I wouldn’t have it any other way.” 

“Liar,” You bit back, dragging your nails down his torso. 

You pushed him suddenly, shoving him away and wriggling out of his grasp. He let you go with a scoff, watching as you tore off down the hall. 

“Running?” He taunted, following close behind. “That’s a new one.”

“I’m not running,” You shot back, throwing his door open and turning to face him. “I just don’t want to do this in the god damn entryway.”

He was on your tail, smug and overly confident. “Oh, so you do want to do this.”

You glared, but your breath betrayed you, quick and shallow as you stumbled back until the backs of your knees hit the bed. “You’re impossible.”

He caught your wrist before you could fall back onto the mattress, pulling you flush against him once more. “And you’re still mad.”

“Of course, I’m still mad. You think this changes what you said earlier?”

He smirked, brows lifting as he leaned in. “Good. Stay mad. I like you better that way.” 

You grabbed his shirt and pulled him into you, working your frustration out against his mouth. It was hard to tell who was pulling and who was pushing, but all that really mattered was that you couldn’t keep your hands off each other. 

You landed against the mattress with a thud as Heeseung shoved you down, following a second later with his body over yours. His chain swung forward, brushing against your nose as he caged you in—an arm on either side, his knee pushing your legs apart. 

“You really think I don’t take you seriously?” He said, dragging his lips across your jaw.

“I think you still haven’t apologized for what you said.” 

He chuckled against your skin. “You don’t even know what you heard.” 

“Oh yeah? How about you explain it to me then?” You challenged, flushing as he grabbed your wrist and pinned it above your head. 

He tilted his head as he looked down at you, lips curved. “Nah, I like you like this. All flustered and pissed at me. And I think deep down, you like it, too.” 

“You’re so full of yourself.”

He smiled, kissing his way down your collarbones. “And you love it.”

“I hate it,” You gritted out, arching beneath him. 

He slid his hands down your body, across your stomach and over your hip. “You hate me?” His fingers dug into your waist. “That’s a first.” He taunted, reaching down to pull his belt buckle free.

“Right now? Yeah, I do.” You huffed. A shameless lie. 

You wiggled beneath him, thighs squeezing him on either side. Your lower half was a knot of tension and desire, pulsing through your body every time the back of his hand brushed up against your cunt. 

“I wanna hear you say it,” He egged you on, forcing your legs further apart. 

You stared up at him defiantly, fisting his shirt to yank him down towards you. He opened his mouth willingly, pinning you down with another kiss. He slid his tongue over yours, muttering against your lips. “Say. It.”

“I hate you,” You exhaled. Not because it was true, but because you liked the sound he made in response. How his grip on your wrist tightened and his teeth found your neck. 

He pushed inside you in one fluid motion, a moan scratching the back of his throat. There was a second of hesitation, one moment to adjust to the feeling of you, before he began moving. It wasn’t sweet. It wasn’t tender. It was hard and fast, a physical manifestation of all his frustration.

“F-fuck,” You gritted, grabbing onto his shoulders. 

“You didn’t hear shit earlier,” He hissed, holding you down. His hips curled upwards, hitting an angle that made you dizzy.

You dug your nails into his skin, for the pain as much as the stability. “But you said—”

“I said no one else is ever gonna make you feel the way I do.” He dragged his hips over yours, pushing your thighs back to get at you even deeper. “I was telling Sunghoon that you’re mine. That the only person who can handle you is me.”

Your stomach fluttered at the feeling of him pushing all the way inside you. His breaths came out ragged, his face flushed. You clenched around him and he groaned. 

“Shit—” He said through his teeth. “You feel so fucking good.” It almost sounded like a complaint. 

Heeseung didn’t stop until you were falling apart beneath him. He curled his hips into yours with purpose, each drag a sick sort of punishment for the grief you’d given him. A feeling so good it hurt. 

You tried to fight back, to keep a level hand and undo him just as much as he was undoing you. But it was no use. He was right: no one could make you feel as good as he did. He did all the right things, so effortless it was like he could’ve done it in his sleep. 

He grabbed a fistful of your hair. You bit down his lip. He wrapped a hand around your throat. You clawed your fingers down his back. He was rough with you and you were rough right back, dragging your tongue over the bites you’d left in his skin. His shoulders red with angry scratches, his throat covered in teeth marks. 

It didn’t take long for you to come undone. Your legs trembled, fingers curling against his chest as you tried to fight the high building in your stomach. You clamped your mouth shut, trying, with all your might, not to give him what he wanted. 

But Heeseung had your body memorized. He knew what the twitch in your hips meant. Knew what happened after your breath started catching like that. He wrapped an arm beneath you as he kissed you, teasing your lips open with his tongue. 

You couldn’t help the moans that poured into his mouth, or the way you pulled him in closer. He drank in your sounds with smug satisfaction, his fingers wrapped white-knuckled around your waist. 

When you began grinding up against him, he knew he’d won. He rocked his hips into yours and smirked, reaching down to play with your clit. 

“Heeseung,” You cried, “It’s too—fuck, it’s too much, I can’t—” 

“Yes you can,” He purred into your neck, licking a long stripe from your shoulder to the base of your ear. “Come on, pretty girl. This is what you wanted, right?” 

You moaned, hips stuttering against his hand. 

“That’s it. Show me how pissed I made you.”

“Fuck. You.” You ground your teeth, breaking open with a helpless moan as you came around him. 

“Shit," He hissed. 

You were clenching too tight around him, sucking him in until he couldn’t hold it back anymore. He pushed into you again, twitching as his stomach coiled and snapped, all his restraint coming apart inside you. 

He moaned furiously into your mouth, fucking you through his come down. He kept you pinned down, chest-to-chest, bodies pressed together like you were made for each other. 

“Next time,” He said, pressing a kiss to your collarbone, “Let’s skip the argument and get straight here, yeah?”

You rolled your eyes. “There better not be a next time.”

⤷ chuu's 💌 ── .✦ ummm hello??? i've kinda of been on hiatus for a while but sudden inspiration (and a newly finished playlist) struck. i kind of wrote this with a few specific songs in mind, so if you want to be extra immersed you can listen while reading heehee

i probably still won't be posting regularly but i hope this is a worthy apology for my absence ㅤ♡

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12:34am ─── gun show ☆ lil hero

you weren't one to cause trouble. really.

you wouldn't have stooped so low, pulled something so petty, if you weren’t so pissed off. anger made you reckless. messy. 

and maybe—just this once—you liked where it left you.

jake was sweet enough—he was funny and popular, ambitious, responsible, and he always paid the tab when you went out together. you weren't exclusive. it was casual. no-strings-attached. blissfully uncomplicated, just the way you liked it.

then there was heeseung. tall, laid back, incredibly smart and equally funny. one of jake's best friends, and, incidentally, head over heels for you.

he'd never said anything, no, but jake made plenty of comments about it to you in private. 

“do you have to wear that? heeseung’s gonna be there…” he’d complain, grumbling about how his friend could never take his eyes off you when the three of you hung out. 

a less observent person might have passed jake’s discomfort as jealousy, but you knew better than that. heeseung wasn’t obvious. he didn’t cross lines. but he was there. 

always opening doors for you, giving his seat up so you had somewhere to sit. when jake made a show of complimenting you in front of him, he’d just sit back and nod, a small smile tugging at his lips as he hummed in agreement. 

he rarely drank at parties, but he loved weed. he'd roll up in the backyard or on the couch, offer you the first hit even though it drove jake crazy. you never accepted, but that didn’t stopped him from asking. 

heeseung's crush was cute. funny. you liked the way he watched your lips when you talked and how he was always inadvertently leaning towards you as he listened, but you'd never been interested before.

not until tonight.

maybe it was because heeseung had offered you the front seat on the way to the function, instead of jake—or offered to drive at all when you lived so close. maybe you’d laughed too hard at what he’d said on the way over, or been a little too forward taking heeseung’s phone from his hand so that you could play the music you wanted to hear. 

all you knew was that jake was in a bad mood. and in turn, you weren’t having any fun. 

"it's a little loud," you'd said, irritable that the combination in your cup was having little-to-no effect on you, despite how much you'd consumed.

usually, you were game for the college parties that took place up in the hills. the houses were nice, the alcohol was free and flowing, and jake was well-enough connected that you could usually take from the stash of higher quality booze stashed in the garage. 

"jake, can we leave soon?" you said, grabbing his hand.

"you wanna go?" he had asked, leaning in closer to hear you. "already? we just got here."

you hadn't just got there. it had been two hours already, and you were no closer to blissful intoxication than you were when you first walked through the door.

"i thought you liked these things," he continued, pulling that pout that you usually found endearing. now, you thought he looked like a child.

"i do," you said bitterly. "just... not to tonight. will you take me home?"

it wasn't that far of a walk, but you were drunk and it was almost 1am. the chivalrous, charming jake you knew would never have let you walk home alone.

this jake, however, was nonplussed.

"but i don't want to leave yet," he complained, pulling his hand away from yours. "you really want me to cut my night short for you?"

your frown deepened. "seriously? it's a fifteen minute walk."

"fucking of course," he mumbled, casting his eyes to the side. "why are you always like this?"

"like what?"

"no fun," he said flatly.

you stared at him. your thoughts were swirling around your head, each one as elusive as the last. all that seemed to stick was confusion. and anger.

"you're really gonna be an asshole and not walk me home?" you tried again.

he rolled his eyes, turning away as he spoke. "walk yourself. i'm not your boyfriend."

that was all it took. your feet had moved on their own at that, removing yourself from the situation before you started a fight you weren’t interested in having.

heat prickled the back of your neck as you pushed through the crowded living room to the back of the house. your legs felt warm and fuzzy—the copious amount of alcohol you'd consumed finally starting to catch up to you.

but you needed more.

still pissed, you wound your way to the dining room where the drinks were. you downed another drink from a bottle you didn't bother reading. as your throat burned, your eyes caught on a familiar head of brown hair in the kitchen.

heeseung was leaned against the counter, arms folded over his chest, signature joint tucked between his fingers, unlit. he laughed at the guy next to him, earrings flashing silver behind his hair.

you felt something wicked tug at your insides. a sudden urge to cause problems. to show jake that you could find what you needed elsewhere, and with the one person that would bother him most. 

"hey," you said suddenly, appearing at heeseung's side. "have you been drinking?"

"y/n," he said, straightening. "no, i was gonna step out—"

"can we go for a drive?"

12:48am ─── swim good ☆ frank ocean

you were sure jake saw you leaving together.

it was hard not to notice the two of you. heeseung was plenty popular himself, and usually one of the last people to leave; people stopped him the whole way out to ask where he was going.

you followed behind, finding satisfaction in the way it all looked. in the way he kept checking to make sure you were behind him. in the way people eyed the two of you suggestively, trying to work out the likelihood that you were the reason he was leaving so early.

you caught jake's eyes as heeseung pulled the front door open and felt a sick sense of satisfaction at the way they narrowed at the two of you. he stepped closer to the girl he was talking to—a lab partner from class that he was always complaining about—as if to piss you off right back.

you didn't care. heeseung held the door open and let you walk out in front of him. in that moment, jake seemed like the most insignificant thing in the world.

the door closed gently behind you, muffling the sounds of people shouting over music. it was raining. a perfect night—early-autumn, crisp and fresh, the air thick with the smell of wet grass and pavement. 

heeseung moved behind you, checking that the door was shut all the way. the heat of his chest brushed your back and your heart sped up, shameless and indulgent in the situation you were creating. 

what were you to do? stay at a party you didn’t want to be at with a guy who acted like he could care less about you? when his best friend looked so good and practically worshipped the ground you walked on? 

no. staying simply wasn't an option. 

inside heeseung's car, the rain was nothing but a gentle patter on the windshield, blotting the glow of the city lights beyond. he pulled his door shut and turned to look at you.

"are you trying to piss jake off?"

you stared at him. "what?"

“are you trying to piss him off? make him jealous or something? you know he’s my friend—”

“heeseung.”

he paused, looking you over uncertainly. you saw the conflict in his eyes as he sized you up. yes, jake was his friend, and yet...

and yet here you were in his front seat, asking him to take you somewhere. alone.

hadn't he been wishing for this moment since he first met you?

"this has nothing to do with jake," you insisted.

flecks of shadow slid over his face as he stared at you, the brown of his eyes boring into yours. curious, but unconvinced.

"then what does it have to do with?" he asked.

"you."

his brow twitched. "me." he repeated.

you huffed. “heeseung, i'm asking you to drive me somewhere. i don’t care about jake, i just… i don’t want to be here anymore. it's too loud, and, besides, you like smoking where its quieter, don't you?"

he looked at you doubtfully. "yeah..."

"great. then take me somewhere cool and you can smoke that disgusting thing and then you can take me home. jake doesn't even have to know," you added.

he sighed, turning his key in the engine. "why do i feel like you're gonna get me in trouble."

you settled back as he pulled the car out of the drive, arms crossed. "you're so uptight. he's not even my boyfriend.”

1:13am ─── lavender sunflower ☆ tory lanez

heeseung's hand was steady on the steering wheel, but you could tell he was nervous. his eyes kept flitting over to you like he needed the reminder that you were really sitting there. 

his anxiety excited you.

it satiated some sick part of you that craved being desired—one you hadn't even known existed before tonight. it thrilled you, the way he kept sneaking glances like he couldn't help himself. the way he kept licking his bottom lip, running his hand through his hair.

you wondered how long he'd been waiting for an excuse like this. if he ever thought about you when jake wasn't around.

you stared out the window, watching the water stream down the glass in little rivers that shone under the passing street lamps.

"you're staring," you said, eyes fixed on the lights outside the car.

"i'm not."

you glanced at him, smirking as you caught his eye before he could look away. "you are."

his knuckles whitened around the wheel as he shifted in his seat lightly. you watched his throat bob up and down and you swallowed in tandem, gaze caught on the curve of his jaw. had he always looked this good?

"maybe i'm just making sure you haven't changed your mind,” he said. 

"about what?"

he shot you a look. "about being here with me."

you scoffed. "if i wanted to leave, i would have. the fact that i'm here and not at that party should tell you that much."

"he piss you off that bad?"

you fought a scowl. typical heeseung—he had what he wanted right in front of him but he was too scared to reach out and take it.

"i don't wanna talk about jake."

his brow lifted. "no?"

"mmh-mmh," you replied. "just wanna be here with you."

he played the comment off like a joke, laughing lightly, but there was tension behind the sound. he shifted in his seat again like he was trying to steady himself. to hold back.

the suburbs eventually faded into stretches of thick trees, dark green and slick with rain. you watched heeseung's hand on the steering wheel as he turned onto a road you vaguely recognized, transfixed by the curve of his wrist, the shape of his fingers on the leather. 

the trees began to thin, the paved road turning to gravel. he always seemed to know the best spots for this kind of thing—the ones most people had to stumble upon by accident to find.

sure enough, an over-look of the city appeared from behind the trees, softened by the fog and glowing orange. a man-made sunset burning against the rain.

heeseung rolled the car all the way to the end of the road. he killed the engine. for a moment, the only sound was rain dripping from branches onto the roof.

"happy?" he said, leaning back in his seat.

you flashed him a smile. "very."

he was already reaching into his jacket, pulling out a plastic bag and from it, his joint from earlier.

"told you," you teased, watching as he tucked it between his teeth. "you like it quiet."

he shrugged, fishing a lighter out from his pant's pocket. "makes it better."

you were hardly listening—you'd never wanted to be between someone's lips so bad before. "better for what?"

"for both of us."

you felt your whole body twitch at the sight of him sparking up. hand cupped around the end, face illuminated from the flame. he dragged it a few times before exhaling, a cloud of white pouring out of his mouth as his shoulders dropped. you hated to admit it, but there was something hypnotic about the way his lips parted around the smoke.

you leaned in without meaning to, watching him exhale toward the cracked window.

“what?” he asked, half-smiling, half-nervous.

“nothing.” you sat back quickly, your face flushing. “it just looks… gross.”

“liar.” his voice was soft, teasing, but it sent a shiver down your spine.

another drag, another twist in your stomach. he tilted his head up to blow out the window—the stretch of his neck catching the light of the city.

you swallowed.

“you ever tried it?” he asked suddenly.

you shook your head. “no.”

a beat of silence. then, almost daring, “want me to show you?”

you raised a brow. “is that supposed to be some kind of line?”

heeseung smirked as he took another drag, more smoke spilling out as he spoke. “depends. is it working?”

you rolled your eyes, but your heart was pounding, hammering against your ribs with anticipation. “fine. show me, then.”

he blinked, like he hadn’t actually expected you to accept the offer. his smirk faltered, replaced by something heavier, slower.

“you sure?”

you leaned closer across the console, close enough to smell the sharp scent of his cologne beneath the smoke. “just do it before i change my mind.”

his eyes were sharp in the dark, cat-like, in the way they were fixed on you. he took another drag, demonstrating how to inhale properly and when to exhale. 

then, it was your turn. you did your best to emulate what he'd shown you, but the heat of it caught you by surprise and you coughed, releasing the smoke almost as soon as it had entered your mouth.

he laughed. "wow, you've really never done this before."

"shut up," you retorted.

"try again."

you took another hit, prepared this time for the sensation.

"good job," he commented, his expression torn somewhere between amusement and attraction. "not yet. keep it in," he instructed, pressing a thumb to your lower lip as you began to open your mouth.

your breath hitched at the touch, causing you to cough again.

"i can't do this," you complained, handing him the joint. "i can't stop coughing."

he chuckled, putting the tip to his lips. "let me help you."

he inhaled once more, and, shifting in his seat, leaned forward. you took a sharp breath, fighting the urge to lean away from the sudden closeness. your heart pounded in your throat.

he tilted his head, lips just barely ghosting over yours. you felt the heat of his breath as he pulled your chin down, breathing out into your open mouth.

you nearly groaned at the feeling.

the smoke went down easier this time, settling into the pit of your chest all warm and heavy. you hadn't realized that you'd closed your eyes.

when you opened them, heeseung was still leaned in close, smirking at the surprised look on your face.

"better?" he asked, his breath tickling your bottom lip.

you didn't think. you just moved.

you leaned in, pressing your lips against his until you could taste the smoke on his lips.

heeseung froze for half a second, then gave in, kissing you back with a force that knocked the breath from your chest.

his hand slid from the back of your seat to your jaw, fingers digging into the side of your neck to pull you closer. like he’d been waiting all his life for this moment. 

you sighed against his mouth and he swallowed the sound, tilting his head, deepening the kiss until you could hardly breathe.

you gasped, fingers curling against his shirt as you pulled him closer across the center console.

he groaned, bringing his hand down to pull your mouth further open, words spilling out against your tongue. "fuck—" another kiss, desperate, insatiable, "—i’m gonna be in trouble for this."

"good," you answered, raking your fingers down his chest. "i like trouble."

your words barely had time to sink in before heeseung’s mouth was back on yours, harder this time—messy, urgent. his shirt bunched in your fists as you tugged, trying to pull him closer despite the console pressing stubbornly between you.

he made a frustrated sound, leaning forward to drag his mouth down your neck. your nerves were buzzing, electrified from the weed and the feeling of his tongue sliding over your skin. he reached out to grab hold of your hips and pull you over the console and into his lap. you slid on top of him, legs pressed awkwardly into the leather beneath.

neither of you cared.

his hands were everywhere. sliding up your back, under the hem of your shirt, fingertips hot against your skin. you arched into him as he pulled you closer, pressing your weight down on him until he was groaning.

"fuck," he breathed, pulling away to watch your hips grind down on him again. his eyes were glassy and desperate. "you're driving me crazy."

you raked a hand through his hair, pulling his head back to look at you again. when you kissed him, he moaned into your mouth, hands trembling around your hips.

you sighed into him, rocking your hips against where he was stiff beneath his pants. he shuddered, pulling you down on him until you could feel every twitch of muscle, every shaky inhale.

you leaned back and pulled your shirt over your head, casting it aside as he gaped at you.

"you're—"

you cut him off, kissing him harder. you grabbed his hands, running them up your sides to your chest. his breath hitched.

"y/n—" he gasped, digging his fingers into you.

you moaned in response, your hips working harder against him. his head tipped back against the seat, lips parting, eyes fluttering shut.

“don’t—” his voice cracked, rough, “—don’t do that unless you mean it.”

"i do," you said, grinning wickedly at the way he twitched beneath you.

"you don't mean that," he rambled, hips lifting off the seat to feel you. "you can't mean that— we should stop, before i—"

“heeseung,” you groaned in frustration, pressing your lips against his again. "just fuck me already.”

he almost short-circuited. a strangled sound of desperation came up his throat, and then he was pulling his belt buckle loose and your skirt was hiked up around your hips.

you sank down on his cock with a broken cry, your fingers gripping his shoulder as he pushed further inside you.

"oh fuck— oh fuck—" he moaned, mouth falling open as you stretched around him. "oh god, fuck me."

you didn't need to be told twice.

the car rocked slightly as you began to move on top of him, your fingers digging into the leather seat behind him. the windows were nearly opaque now, the rain outside only making the heat inside more unbearable. your hair clung to your neck and shoulders, heeseung's sticking up in odd places where your hands had raked through. 

"waited so damn long for this," he said through his teeth, his grip on your hips unrelenting now, pulling you into the rhythm he wanted.

"so stupid," you groaned helplessly as he pressed right where you wanted him. "i’ve been waiting for you to take me all night."

that seemed to push him over the edge.

he tilted his head back, a bead of sweat trailing down his neck. "fuck, don't stop, please—"

he was stuttering, jutting his hips up into yours as he did. your thighs slipped against his, pussy leaking as he dragged over your sweet spot again and again.

"heeseung," you panted.

your pussy fluttered around him, squeezing him just right as you felt your high building in your stomach. he was buried deep. so deep you could hardly think. so deep you could hardly speak.

he gripped your waist, watching with helpless desperation as your hips rocked over his, clenching so perfectly he was seeing stars.

"gonna fucking come—if you don't stop—"

you nodded desperately, grabbing his face as you kissed him again. all teeth and tongue, all the pent up tension between you bubbling to the surface.

heeseung twitched beneath you, his hand flying to the back of your neck as his hips jerked upwards.

"fuck," he hissed, curling his fingers in your hair. "fuck, it feels so fucking good."

"hee," you whined, your movements growing shorter, more frantic.

"come for me. say my name."

"heeseung," you cried, your hands tangling in the hair at the nape of his neck.

"just like that, come on. show me how good it feels."

your body jerked, hips stuttering as you came in his lap, whining a slew of curses against his neck. he fucked you through it, lip caught between his teeth as his cock twitched. he spilled inside you with a low groan.

"god, this pussy's so fucking good," he hissed, tilting his head back. "knew it would be. sick of jake keeping you all to himself.”

you bit into his neck possessively—a silent rebuttal. jake might have had you before, but something in the way heeseung groaned under your teeth told you that was changing after tonight. 

when you collapsed back into the passenger seat, the air inside the car was thick with sweat and the lingering trace of smoke. heeseung cracked the windows open, letting in a gust of cool, damp air that smelled like pine and rain.

"so," he said, still breathing hard as he turned to look at you. "does this mean you'll finally smoke with me now?"