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Your vision is blurry. Your head aches something awful. A knot of dread is in your stomach, though your head can't place why.

Your bones feel like they weigh a million tons as you raise your hands to your eyes to block the soft light that shines above you.

"Baby?" Your neighbors voice sounds muffled, like he's being projected through an antique radio.

"Hongjoong?" All you can do is groan weakly as his shadow casts over you, his head blocking the light as he towers over you. Your arms fall, allowed relief for the shortest second because then you realize — you're naked.

Laid out for his prying eyes on a mattress on the floor, a single white blanket below you. Naked. Except, of course, a leather cuff on your ankle. Impossible to remove thanks to the smallest pad lock you've ever seen.

A rope is attached. Your eyes follow it. Your breath stuck in your lungs, your mind begging for you to move. To do anything. But your body refuses, even as you see the rope tied to a bolted down bar in the cement floor.

"What year is it, Baby?"

Your eyebrows scrunch with confusion, a mumbled answer from your dry lips. Your tongue comes out to wet them as your legs fidget restlessly. Filled with anxiety — but not truly feeling any of it. Not feeling anything except the pressure on your skull.

"What's your name?" Another confusing question, but you answer nonetheless. "Good. You're coherent enough now to hear the rules."

He's sat on the edge of the mattress, stroking patterns on your limp arm as he speaks.

He speaks, and you do the only thing your body allows you to do. Listen.

You can't move. Can't muster up a scream. Hardly able to whimper in fear as the words he utters soak into your brain.

"You're going to call me Daddy from now on."

Daddy has a lot of rules for you.

Call him something other than that, and he's going to wash your mouth out with soap. Cursing will get you the same thing. Mumbling, too. Back talk. Screaming gets you slapped across the face before you're over the sink and spitting out bubbles.

Hitting him gets you over his lap with your bare ass being spanked until he decides you're sorry. If you're a repeat offender with that? Flat face down on the bed while he takes a belt to you. Not your ass — you. All of you, he says.

Trying to undo the cuff around your ankle only makes it tighter and the rope shorter. Manage to get it off but don't get all the way upstairs, out the front door, and to the nearest police station? He'll break your leg.

That last one gets your tears free falling down your face, eyes screwed shut tightly and chin wobbling.

He only pets your head, soft strokes as he continues like nothing is amiss.

Be grateful. He elaborates, tells you he expects manners. Please and thank you, and eat what he provides for you without complaining.

Don't tell Daddy 'no' if he asks for something. No matter how much you don't want to do it.

"Give Daddy a kiss," he hums, putting the rules into practice immediately; pointing to his cheek.

You don't technically say no. Sobbing so hard that you can hardly breathe, let alone speak. You only shake your head, a small and nervous movement.

Then your head whips to the side. A shaky, sorrowful intake of air from your trembling lips. A harsh sting spreads on your cheek from where he'd struck you.

His face is blurry from your tears as he turns you to face him again. "The more you say no, the worse they'll get. Do you understand?"

With a sniffle, you manage to nod your heavy and pounding head.

"Give Daddy a kiss," he says again, tapping his cheek and leaning closer to you. So you put your lips on his cheek and earn yourself a small smile before he's back to overwhelming your brain.

You start with the basics. The necessities. Which he deems to be: your single sheet and pillow, access to the toilet and sink — but not the tub — on your own, three meals a day, and a pitcher of water he'll keep full for you.

Good behavior can get you more and more if you just, "show Daddy what a good girl you can be."

He stares down at you for a moment before standing. "Be a good girl." He says, stern and even as he leaves, climbing up the stairs on the far side of the room without a single glance given back to your sobbing and shivering form.

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Whatever drugs he'd forced into your system have worn off enough to allow you to move by the time he returns.

With a great deal of effort, however. It took you what felt like hours to wrap your naked self up in the blanket after your hysteric cries died down.

He comes down the stairs with a small tote box in his hands, a plate of food on top of it. "Come out from the blanket." He sets the plate down on the floor and the tote next to it, opening it up as you weigh your options.

With the skin of your cheek sore and heated from his hit hours ago, you slowly sit up and drop the blanket from your shoulders. You don't dare look at him, but you feel his eyes on your chest for a moment before a tank top lands in your lap.

Your first reward. You pull it on quickly, covering yourself as your tears well up again.

"Eat up," he hands you the plate after you drag your drug heavy body to the edge of the mattress.

You eat the food, because no matter how afraid you are that he's put something in it, you're beyond hungry from whatever he'd given you before. He sits across from you quietly, observing you as you chew and cry and chew and cry, like it's all you know how to do.

It's gone all too quick to you, but it really took you a good while to lift the fork back and forth to your mouth. He takes it from your shaky hands and sits it to the side. "Are you forgetting something, baby?"

He doesn't push. He can see the cogs turning behind your bleary eyes.

"Thank- thank you."

He smiles, a small tug on the corners of his lips, digging into the tote and offering you a large sweater which you put on so fast that you fail to realize the design on the front of it.

A heart, and the words that will come to haunt you; "my heart belongs to daddy".

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After he left, the light turned off.

Pure, pitch black. And nothing else besides your raging emotions.

Your screams and cries from throughout the night have your eyes sore and throat raw when the light flicks on and wakes you up.

"Rise and shine, pretty girl."

You don't move. Stare at the wall while curled up on your side.

"Rise and shine." He says again. Less like a greeting and more like a command.

Still no movement from you however, so he sets down the plate on top of the tote he'd brought back down and kicks the corner of the mattress. "Get up now. This is your final chance."

"Go to hell." You mumble, tired. Mentally and physically. Exhausted.

"What?"

His voice makes your heart drop to your stomach. Dread spreading like a wildfire. He doesn't give you the chance to stew in it, however. Doesn't even give you time to fully register your fatal mistake.

He's tore the blanket away from you and manhandled you all the way to the bathroom before you even have the chance to apologize — to beg.

Whether or not you really remember what happens next is truly up for debate. You remember the disappointment in his tone, the taste of the soap he'd shoved into your mouth with his fingers, the suds that seemed to be endless as he held your head by the running faucet.

The drag of the rope on the floor feels as heavy as your head does when the ordeal is over with, falling to the floor as he finally backs up from pining you to the sink.

You back yourself into the wall, sobbing and hugging your knees to yourself. Something is clearly very, very wrong with Hongjoong. And it's very, very, abundantly clear that all of his threats weren't empty words. They were promises.

He sighs, dragging a hand through his hair as he kneels down. "What did I tell you? Hm? What was the rule you just broke?"

"I don't- I don't know, I don't know." Your brain is scrambled, too many thoughts and not enough at the very same time.

Your clear distress, your confusion — it makes Hongjoong's heart feel warm and pleased. He decides to have a sliver of mercy for you.

Shushing softly, he opens his arms, "shh, come here, baby." You force your eyes on his, weary. "Come to Daddy."

You're in his arms before you know up from down, cradled to his chest on the cold basement floor as you sob.

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The food tastes like soap as you eat. It's cold by now, but he says next time if you get up when he says it will be nice and warm.

You watch him in your peripherals as you eat slowly, forcing yourself to take your time. He takes a stack of paper and a box of crayons from the tote before sitting across from you, the supplies between you.

He beckons you forward when you finish your plate. "Write your rules." He goes on, "make it cute. We're going to hang them on your wall."

You do your best, with him watching you like a hawk and tears blurring your vision every so often and your heart pounding like it wants to run away.

All with his guidance: you write 'only 'Daddy' ' in pastel pink, 'no cursing. no screaming. no mumbling' in baby blue, 'no hitting' in green, 'yes, Daddy. please, Daddy. thank you, Daddy' all in an array of orange and yellow, 'no' is scribbled down and crossed out when you can't think of a better way to put it, 'stay put' and 'be nice to Daddy' are his words, not yours.

"A little plain," he hums with clear distaste while looking through them. "we'll work on that, Baby."

The rules are taped next to your bed before he leaves with the plate, the box, the crayons — everything.

And you're left with nothing but your thoughts and the taste of soap in your mouth as you stare at the plain concrete walls; only decorated with the rules that you have no say in.

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He doesn't return for some hours, and when he does, he comes with dinner in tow.

You eat. You thank him. He gifts you a pair of pajama shorts and unlocks your cuff for just long enough for you to pull them on.

He only sits and stares at you for a while before checking the cuff on your ankle, giving it a tug before gathering the dish and the tote. "Don't scream tonight." Is all he says before he's up the stairs.

The door at the top closes, and a few moments later you're left in the dark once more.

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He comes in the morning, bright and early — you can only assume because there's absolutely no way of knowing — and tells you to, "rise and shine."

You don't hesitate nearly as much as yesterday, and you're rewarded with a piece of hard candy after breakfast. The sweet taste is somehow soothing to your rapid heartbeat as he sets the plate away and tells you simply, "strip."

He can sense your fear, it's clear in the way you freeze up. But he doesn't say anything more until you slowly stand and tug your sweater off, holding it so tightly that your knuckles are losing color. "Fold them up nice and neat on the end of your bed. We're going to have a shower."

By we, he means you.

He scrubs you head to toe all while he stays fully clothed just outside of the spray of warm water. And you let him all while biting your lip and biting back your tears.

He asks if you'd like to soak in the bath. Yes or no, he takes the answer and allows you to do whichever you want.

He dries you off, though. No matter what you want on that front. Places a chaste kiss on your belly before wrapping you in the towel.

With your hand in his, he leads you back to the bed. When you kneel down on the edge of the mattress to get your clothes, you're suddenly pressed face down into it.

You forget how to breathe, hands braced on either side of you and gripping the blanket tightly as you whine a pitiful, "no, God..."

But Hongjoong doesn't hear — or rather, he doesn't give a single fuck about your prayer for mercy.

He forces his fingers inside of you, forces your legs to stay parted with his knees on the back of your thighs, and he toys with your cunt until you come undone.

No matter how long it takes. No matter how you react. If you scream and thrash. If you sob and beg. If you curse and insult him. He lets that all go for now. No punishments necessary, as long as he gets what he wants — and he does.

He gets what he wants. You; sobbing into the balled up blanket that you'd pulled to your face to muffle and comfort yourself while you're forced to cum. You scramble to curl into a ball the second you can, falling limp with shame and disgust.

He could easily fuck you in this state. But he doesn't, even though his cock is undeniably hard. He maneuvers your fidgety body around and dresses you in your sweater and shorts, cuffs your ankle, and tucks you in as you cry.

He hadn't said anything during the whole thing, not even as you demanded to know why he was doing this to you. Why he chose you.

The first thing he says after forcing you to cum on his fingers is after he places a soft kiss to your head. "That was a good girl. Good girls cum for Daddy. Remember that."

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You're fast asleep when he comes back with lunch, and you're so upset that you let him drag you into his lap and feed you while you're half-asleep.

His fingers linger on your lips as he places a bite into your sleepy mouth, your eyes barely held open.

You try to force yourself to stay awake, frightened that he'll take even more from your body if you fall asleep — but he starts humming.

The soft vibrations rumble in his chest as he holds your head to it, his hand stroking your head softly, his arm wrapped around you. The pleasant heaviness in your stomach paired with his ridiculous warmth puts you to sleep no matter how hard you fight.

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Dinner comes around and he comes with the box and your meal. He even has a soda for you, "if you're good."

Good means you eat your meal, thank him for it, and sit across from him on the floor just like you did the night before. He has you write another rule. "good girls cum for Daddy." It goes on the wall beside your mattress with the others.

Then he tells you to color him a pretty picture of some flowers. And you know he's pleased whenever he cracks open the can and hands it over to you.

He puts the picture you draw up, on a different wall than your rules. Then he's gone again until the morning comes, leaving you in the dark.

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Breakfast, and then he gives you a pink toothbrush and everything you need with it. He monitors you as you brush, floss, and rinse with mouthwash, "to make sure you do it properly, silly girl."

Then you wash — well. He washes you. Dries you off. Puts you face down on the mattress. This time he eats you out until he makes you cum. His hot tongue and vile lips taking whatever they please.

Lunch, then he stays and reads you a chapter of a book. Dinner, and you earn yourself a new item of clothing when you thank him without being prompted. A t-shirt that fits you just a little loose. He says you can keep what you aren't wearing folded nice and neat at the edge of the stairs and he'll wash it for you.

He tells you to color something you miss at home.

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Breakfast. Clean up. Forced to cum. Lunch. An activity with Daddy. Dinner. Your reward if you've been good. Coloring.

Again. And again. And again. And again.

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You've got lots of stuff by now for being on your best behavior.

A full set of sheets: fitted, loose, comforter, and a few different throw blankets. All soft, pretty colors. Pillows and stuffed animals galore.

You even have a bed frame now to keep you up off the cold basement floor. If you want to keep them there's a rule, which has been added to your wall; to make your bed before breakfast. To take care of your things.

So now: wake up, give Daddy a kiss good morning on the cheek, make your bed, eat breakfast, clean up.

The only time he doesn't bend you over or throw you around on the bed is when you're on your period — which has become regular again after the stress and change — those days, he opts to cuddle with you in your comfy bed and act as a human heating pad for you.

All this time, though, and he still hasn't taken you all the way.

Not until you lay face down on the bed without being shoved or guided at all for a couple of days in a row. Until you spread your legs with a single tap from his finger tips and grant him access.

By now your body has become accustomed to it. It expects it. Even though he'd just dried you off from your bath; there's a wetness between your legs tempting him.

"Do you want Daddy to fuck you?" He finally asks.

And after a moment of pause, a peek over your shoulder to look at him, you whisper, "yes, Daddy."

Because you know better than to tell your Daddy no. Even if he didn't outright ask to fuck you — you know that's what he wants.

He does you the kindness of stretching you out on his fingers, making you cum nice and hard. It's not like these extra few minutes compare to how long he's had patience with you.

He's already hard, dribbling tip tapping against his stomach as he undresses himself. But when you mumble a pleasure drunken "thank you, Daddy", he's ready to plunge his cock into you the very next second.

And he does. It's bigger than his fingers, thicker by a long shot. Makes you whimper into a stuffed bear you've snatched up for comfort; shoving your face in it and letting it muffle you as he rocks his hips slowly.

"That's it, baby," he groans, chest pressed to your back, warm and grounding as he stretches your cunt, "you know what a good girl you are?"

If you were forming a response, it's gone and replaced with screaming moans as he pounds into you; hips slapping against your ass. "Daddy!" Comes out on instinct, and it makes him rougher with you. Gripping the back of your neck and keeping your face shoved into your bear as he yanks your hips up.

Bent and pinned to the mattress, back sloped with your ass in the air, he's hitting something so deep and primal that the next words out of your mouth are, "Daddy, m'cumming!"

Usually he stops after you've cum. Not today. Not now. He lets your cum form a creamy ring around the base of his cock as his balls hit against your twitching clit rhythmically.

His eyes frantically try to take in every detail all at once. Your hands scrambling and griping the baby blue blanket. The slope of your back. The way your skin ripples when he slams his hips into your ass. Your thighs trembling as he overstimulates your insides. Then your head turns to the side and he can see your tears streaking down your face as you gasp for air.

He's pulled out, flipped you over, and fucked back into you before you even realize you've been moved.

The lost look in your teary eyes as you register that he's letting you look at him while he violates you makes him moan, leaning down and taking a deep breath in at your neck.

He always puts you face down. Not today. Not now.

"Good girls cum for Daddy, isn't that right, sweetheart?" He nearly stutters, brain pleasantly numb as your pussy grips him. "You're gonna cum for me until I'm done with you."

And cum you do, until you're sure that you're physically incapable. Your body shakes violently as his fingers continue a relentless assault on your messy clit while his cockhead prods your sore and swollen g-spot.

You're making noise, but no words form. Not even close. Just babbling nonsense while hugging your teddy bear and getting your insides rearranged to fit your Daddy perfectly.

You can't see his flushed and pleased face through your tears, but you hear it in his voice, "fuck, baby... I'm gonna cum from your little pussy, would you like that? I bet you would, hm? Making Daddy feel so good he cums? You want to make Daddy feel good, don't you?"

His thumb slips into your mouth as you nod frantically, and you instinctively sucking on it to sooth your overworked nerves just about makes him cum into your cunt. But he's fast; pulling out with a lewd, wet noise and crawling up your body. Guiding your mouth open with his thumb as he strokes himself, you close your eyes and widen your mouth — knowing what's about to happen.

His warm release hits your heated face in ropes, the saltiness on your tongue making you hum, something deep in your brain very disturbingly pleased with yourself as he praises you through his moans.

Heavy breaths fill the air. Hot with sex and tears. Salty with just the same.

He wishes he could take a photo of how ruined you look. Your little bear held tight in one arm, the other searching him out blindly and holding his thigh. Face messy with tears and cum. Sweet little whimpers stuck in your throat as your body slowly stops trembling.

He scoops the cum up from your face with his finger tips, humming the same song that always lures you to sleep. Your sound is akin to a purr as he feeds his cum to you, and it makes him smile; wide and unabashed as you suck on his digits sleepily.

"You're Daddy's good girl. You've come so far, baby."

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He returns with dinner for the both of you in hand. It's been like that for some time after you asked very shyly if he wanted to eat with you.

He finds you taping a piece of paper to your wall with the rules. "What are you doing?" He hasn't added any rules. They've been the same for a long, long time.

If he has to take away your craft supply privileges after the moment you shared earlier in the day, he'll be very upset.

"Just adding something, Daddy." You crawl off your bed and pad over to him, the sweater you earned on your very first day swallowing your figure. "I thought of it!"

He sets your plates down on the table you earned a few weeks back and steps forward to look, the most pleased grin you've ever seen on his face. "Awe, baby... You know what? I think we could eat dinner upstairs. What do you think?"

Your eyes seem to light up, a smile spreading quickly. "Really? You'll let me see your house- your things? Can I see your bedroom? Oh, Daddy, I'm so exited-"

He cups your cheek, laughing softly before placing a gentle kiss on your lips, "one thing at a time. Okay, sweet girl? Let's start with dinner, yeah?"

"Yes, Daddy. Thank you, Daddy." You respond quickly, rewarded when he unlocks your cuff and takes your hand; each of you walking up the stairs with your plate in hand.

Leaving behind the rules on the wall, Hongjoong lets you above ground for the first time in a year and a half. The papers rustle softly in the draft left by the open basement door.

only 'Daddy'

no cursing. no screaming. no mumbling

no hitting

take care of your things

no

stay put

be nice to Daddy

yes, Daddy. please, Daddy. thank you, Daddy

good girls cum for Daddy

my heart belongs to Daddy ❤︎︎

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Tonight was no different—until he literally dragged you from your bed by the ankle, your oversized sweatshirt bunching up as you flailed.

“Come on,” Sunoo whined, tossing your jeans at your face. “It’s the pre-semester rager at the soccer house. Free drinks, hot people, zero studying. You need this.”

“I need sleep,” you groaned, but he was already rifling through your closet for something “sluttier than pajamas.” (His words not yours)

Thirty minutes later, you stood in the driveway of a sprawling frat house, bass thumping through the walls like a heartbeat.

The air smelled of cheap beer, weed, and desperation.

Sunoo linked arms with you, pulling you through the door into a sea of bodies—red Solo cups were everywhere, strobe lights flashing aggressively and people grinding in corners.

You clung to him like a lifeline, already regretting the tight black top he’d forced on you, that left nothing to the imagination.

“See? It’s great fun,” he shouted over the music, thrusting a drink into your hand. “Drink. Dance. Live.”

You sipped the mystery concoction—sweet, burning, vodka-heavy—and scanned the room.

Faces blurred. Laughter spiked.

Sunoo vanished into the crowd after ten minutes, yelling something about finding his “situationship.”

Left alone now, you wedged yourself against a wall, nursing your cup, watching the chaos of drunk and horny “adults” unfold.

That’s when some drunk asshole barreled into you. Liquid sloshed over your hand, soaking your top.

The guy—tall, sloppy, reeking of tequila—didn’t even glance back, just kept stumbling forward. Your cup was half-empty now, sticky and ruined.

“Fuck,” you muttered, shaking off the spill.

“Here.”

A voice cut through the noise—smooth, confident, closer than you expected.

You turned to find a guy holding out a fresh cup, condensation beading on the plastic.

Dark hair tousled just right, sharp jawline shadowed with stubble, fitted white tee hugging broad shoulders and a hint of abs beneath. Piercing eyes locked on yours, lips curved in a smirk that screamed trouble.

“On the house. That dipshit owes me for the mess.”

You blinked, caught off guard by the easy charm. “Uh, thanks. You didn’t have to.”

He shrugged with casual grace, positioning himself against the wall beside you, near enough that his cologne—a crisp, masculine blend of cedar and spice—enveloped you.

“Name’s Jake. And it absolutely was. I can’t let an asshole like that ruin a pretty girls night.”

The compliment landed with practiced ease, his gaze sweeping over you in a slow, appreciative of your low cut top, the look ignited something low in your belly.

You supplied your name, accepted the drink, and took a tentative sip. Stronger than the previous one, it spread warmth through your limbs almost immediately.

Jake mirrored your pace, conversation igniting as if you were old acquaintances. He was funny, sharp, the kind of guy who made the room feel smaller, quieter, just for you two.

“You dance?” he asked, nodding toward the makeshift floor.

You laughed. “Not nearly drunk enough.”

He grinned, dimples flashing. “We can fix that.”

Two more drinks later—his refills, always perfectly timed—the world tilted soft and hazy. The music coursed through your veins like liquid fire.

Jake’s palm settled at the small of your back, steering you into the midst of swaying bodies. Collisions occurred. During a slutry track, his chest aligned with yours, hips moving in perfectly against one another.

Heat radiated between you—his breath warm against your neck, fingers tracing the edge of your waistband with deliberate subtlety.

“You smell incredible,” he whispered, his lips brushing the shell of your ear.

A shiver raced across your skin.

Emboldened by the alcohol and the electric pull of his proximity, you pivoted within his grasp, your hands gliding up the firmness of his chest. “So do you.”

The kiss happened naturally, like gravity. His mouth claimed yours—firm, skilled, tasting of whiskey and want and no hesitation.

His tongue teasing yours, deepening the kiss fast. Hands were everywhere: yours in his hair, tugging at the roots and his gripping your ass, pulling you flush against the hard line of him.

The world narrowed to Jake—hot, demanding, perfect.

He broke away first, eyes dark with hunger. “Upstairs?”

Your heart thundered against your ribs. Eveything in you screamed; stranger, party, mistake.

But alcohol took over and you nodded, still flushed from the kiss.

He grabbed your hand and navigated the both of you through bodies, you climbed the groaning staircase to a bedroom at the end of a corridor.

The door clicked shut and Jake locked it.

The space was dimly lit by a string of small light, illuminating a king-sized bed with rumpled sheets that carried a faint scent of fresh laundry.

Posters of soccer legends adorned the walls, discarded underwear littered the floor— giving a clear signs of occupancy or maybe a couple was here before the tow of you.

None of it mattered in this moment.

His shirt came off first, revealing a torso honed by relentless athletic discipline: broad chest tapering to chiseled abs, a tantalizing trail of dark hair vanishing below his waistband.

You absorbed the sight, desire pooling hot between your thighs.

Your top followed, then your bra, unfastened with his deft fingers that clearly told you he’s done this before. Jeans peeled away. Underwear vanished. You both were bare now, skin humming with anticipation.

Jake backed you to the bed, gaze raking over every exposed curve like a starving man.

“Fuck, you’re a goddamn dream,” he growled, voice thick with reverence and filth.

He claimed your mouth again—this time slower, dirtier, tongue fucking into you with lewd precision—before shoving you down onto the mattress.

He prowled over you, his weight pinning you down, mouth blazing a trail of wetness across your skin: teeth sinking into your neck hard enough to bruise, lips sucking purple marks across your collarbone, tongue lavishing attention on your breasts—circling hardening nipples, drawing them into the wetness of his mouth until you arched, a gasp tearing from your throat.

He was a fucking sex god.

His fingers dove between your thighs, spreading your already slick folds wide.

He pumped two thick digits inside—curling viciously against your G-spot, scissoring to stretch you open, his thumb battered your clit in brutal circles.

You thrashed from the pleasure, soaked and sobbing, the wet schlick of his hand was obscene and so loud over the muffled bass of the party below.

“Jake—fuck, please—”

He laughed dark, withdrawing his fingers but only to shove his boxers down.

His cock sprang free—thick, long, with veins bulging along the shaft and a flushed red head leaking pre-cum.

He snatched a condom from the drawer, rolling it on with practiced speed.

He gripped your thighs, yanking them apart wide, folding you nearly in half. Teasing your dripping hole with the fat head of himself, smearing your arousal all over him.

Then he slammed in—bottoming out in one brutal thrust that ripped a scream from your throat.

The stretch burned so perfectly, your tight walls fluttering around his girth. He was so big.

“So fucking tight—gonna ruin this pussy,” he snarled, hips snapping immediately into a brutal rhythm.

The bedframe banged the wall like a gun shot, headboard cracking wood over and over and over. Every stroke demolished you: cockhead hammering your G-spot relentlessly, his pelvis grinding your clit, balls slapping your ass wet and loud.

He pinned your wrists overhead with one hand, the other mauled your tits—pinching your nipple hard, twisting until tears pricked your eyes.

His mouth devoured yours in sloppy kisses, swallowing your escalating cries and screams.

Sweat sheened visible on you both under the dim lit lights, bodies slapping filthy—schlick-schlick-schlick echoed as a cream ring foamed at his base.

Your walls clenched around him involuntarily, signaling your approach.

He sensed it, redoubling his efforts—thrusts growing erratic, one hand hitch your leg higher over his hip, altering the angle to fuck you even deeper.

“Come for me,” he commanded, voice gravelly against your ear. “Let me feel you.”

The orgasm hit you and shattered you—your vision fracturing into white-hot bursts, thighs quaking uncontrollably around his waist.

A keening moan escaped you as your nails raked bloody crescents down his back.

He flipped you suddenly—ass up, face smashed into the sheets making your screams and moans muffled, your hips were yanked back onto his cock.

The new angle wrecked you even more: deeper, meaner, your cervix battered with each plunge.

Spanks fell on your ass—red-hot stings blooming from his large hands—his free hand fisting your hair, yanking your head back to spit in your open mouth. “Swallow.”

He fucked you harder with each thrust as you both neared the edge. Your gummy walls tightening around him, clenching him so hard. “Good girl—take this dick.”

Your second orgasm came faster and harder, your vision blacking this time, your cunt convulsing in violent spasms and pulses, squirting a mess down your thighs and on his cock.

He growled, pounding you through it once again, never slowing before burying balls-deep, in you, his cock throbbing while white ropes spurted into the condom, grinding his pelvis filthly against you as he made you take every drop.

Finally he collapsed beside you in wreckage, panting and euphoric.

Jake peeled off after a minute, knotting the condom and grabbing water in a bottle form the bedside table (who knows how long that’s been there). After he took a sip he tossed you it casually.

“Fucking unreal,” he panted, smirking sated.

You nodded, wrecked and glowing. “Holy shit.”

He stretched, muscles flexing in the low light, then glanced toward the clock. It glowed 2:17 a.m., the party below still faintly audible.

He rose then, sliding his boxers back on with nonchalance. “You leaving?”

The question struck like a bucket of ice water.

You propped yourself on your elbows, sheets pooling at your waist, disbelief etched deep into your features. “Excuse me?”

He shrugged, zipping his jeans up without meeting your eyes, tone clipped and entitled—as though you had overstayed your welcome.

“Party’s dying. Figured you’d wanna bounce before it clears out. Avoid the walk of shame.”

Silence enveloped the room. The finest climax imaginable, reduced to this? Dismissed like a paid companion post-transaction? No tender embrace. No exchange of numbers. No acknowledgment beyond the satisfaction of sex and a mind-blowing orgasm.

“You’re joking,” you said, voice sharpening.

He paused while tugging his shirt over his head, one eyebrow arched in mild irritation. A smug smirk twisted his lips. “What? This isn’t a slumber party, sweetheart.”

You bolted upright, snatching your clothes with trembling hands. “Fuck you, Jake.”

“Already did.” His grin widened, dimples showing like they were mocking you. “Good, right?”

Rage boiled in you, and humiliation settled hot on your cheeks.

You dressed fast, bra twisted hasty around you, jeans yanked rough on againt your skin.

He watched, arms crossed, leaning against the dresser like you were nothing but another notch in his fucked up belt.

You unlocked the door with click. And stormed straight out—no goodbye necessary, he didn’t deserve that form you.

You slammed it behind you, hard enough to rattle frame and echo down the corridor.

Downstairs people had dissolved—Sunoo located you eventually, concern furrowing his brow, he was still a bit tipsy but could see that look you had on your face. “Where the hell were you? You alright?”

“Fine,” you lied through gritted teeth.

Outside, the cool night air slapped you. The entire walk home you seethed with rage—your body still thrumming from the aftershocks of probably the best sex you’ve ever had (much to your dismay).

You thought about how casually he’d told you to basically “fuck off”, your mind branded him with entitled prick.

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soft dom coded

kinky mf

he’s capable of making love to you and fucking you like he doesn’t

big on eye contact. he needs to see your reactions. needs to know if he’s doing good.

"yn. please look at me baby. fuck, you're gorgeous underneath me like this"

likes the way you say his name. he likes it when it comes out of your mouth, likes it when it’s the only thing you know how to say when he’s drilling you into your bedsheets.

he’s such a nerd low-key. he gets hard by the smallest things. sitting on his lap. playing with his hair. getting real close to him. wearing tiny shorts. he can’t help it. and he gets mortified when you call him out for it.

i said this before but he would so want to try to do some kinda of roleplay w you

likes when you leave marks on him. your nails clawing down his back and after he’s standing in front of the mirror, eyes gleaming as he proudly flexes his back. and you’re shaking his head at him from the bed.

doesn't like quickies, prefers taking his time w you

doesn't sub often but when he does he gets so flustered underneath you and he denies it every time but he’s acc so into you ordering him around

he listens to you so well. if you tell him to get on his knees he's on them in a split second without a second thought. he's not a brat imo

coo n call him pretty and he could almost bust right there and then.

he can get really whiny and needy if you're teasing him too much

gets embarrassed about it afterwards tho and you’re tryna pry his hands away from his face bc he can’t look you in the eyes

but if you tell him to bark he’d do it instantly ♡

15 minutes later, you stepped outside, the chill night sky immediately hugging around you like it welcomes you outside at this hour

and there he is

leaning casually against his car, keys in his hand and that familiar smirk plastered across his face

“you look good,” he says simply, like it’s both a statement and a little claim

“yeah, yeah,” you roll your eyes, though you can’t hide the grin, “let’s go, mr. late night chauffeur”

“only for you tho,” he corrects, opening the door for you, “for a sec i thought you’d stand me up”

“aww was ryullie worried” you teased, sliding into the passenger seat like you own it,

“you’re lucky you’re cute” he grins, letting your comment slide with a smirk that feels a little too personal as he gets in the car himself

the drive is easy and warm

city lights blur past the windows and the hum of the engine fills the comfortable silence between you

the music was low, playing one of the playlists that he made specifically for your ‘hang outs’ even though he claims it’s just a regular one

“so,” you say after a while, voice teasing, “how was france and london?”

“it was ok,” he says, his eyes forward but lips twitching at the corner, “the guys were fine, but not nearly as fun as you”

“oh really? i’m the fun one?” you laugh, “i thought you were all charms and parties”

“i am” he deadpans, “but louis is not the same company as you”

his head turns to look at you, his gaze dragging over you from the corner of his eye, one of his hands slides off the steering wheel, settling on your thigh like it belongs there

his fingers flex once

not rough or rushed, more like a grounding squeeze, just enough to make your breath hitch a little

“sure thing-“ you said, your voice a little softer than you intended it to be and he only smirks, subtle and knowing, like he can feel exactly what the small touch does to you

(and him)

and for a sec it’s just the two of you, city lights out the window, with the faint hum of the music and the warmth of him next to you

when you finally pull up to your usual spot overlooking the city skyline, you step out the car first

the night air is cool against your skin, city lights stretching out in the reflection of the water

you take your phone out to take a couple pics, adjusting the angle and lighting to get the perfect pic

you don’t hear the door shut behind you

but you do feel him.

his arms slide around you from behind, warm and familiar, pulling you back against his chest

you gasp softly, half startled and half laughing, your phone lowering slightly

“ryul” you mutter in protest, but you don’t try to move away

he just hums, his chin coming down to rest on your shoulder, his breath warm against your neck, “what? i’m appreciating the view”

“the skyline is that way” you tease, nudging him lightly

“i know” he replies easily, his hand tightening just slightly at your waist, holding you there for a sec longer, “i’ve got a better one right here”

you roll your eyes, but your smile gives you away, “you’re so predictable” you laugh

“mhmh but you like it” he murmers, squeezing you once more before relaxing his grip, but not letting go completely

you lean back into him without thinking

the two of you are just standing there for a moment, you can feel his chest rising and falling against your back, the city and water glowing infront of you

“i missed you” he murmers softly,

you only hummed in response

he smirks and tugs you back towards the car, “cmon” his voice low and teasing,

you giggle softly, “no, i wanna enjoy the view” shaking your head, releasing yourself from his grip

“yeah-“ he says, grinning widely, “well, i wanna enjoy mine too” his voice dipping just enough to make your stomach flip

“you can enjoy yours while i enjoy mine” you stated teasingly, stepping back slightly as he moves closer towards you again

“i don’t like an audience when i enjoy mine” he grins, his hand grabbing your wrist, pulling you back towards the car

you gasp, hitting his shoulder with your free hand, “don’t say stuff like that”

he only laughs, opening the passenger door for you to sit down again, “oh cmon baby don’t play sweet now”

“we’re in public” you laugh, shaking your head

“public is subjective,” he says, grinning wickedly, “and besides, that didn’t stop you last time”

you sink back into the passenger seat, the city lights painting patterns across your face, and ryul doesn’t even try to hide the way he’s looking at you

he keeps stealing glances like he’s trying to memorise every detail of your face

his hand brushes against yours as he reaches for the snacks, his fingers lingering a little too long

you feel it, and you smile to yourself, knowing exactly what he’s doing

“yk- i never realised how long a week actually is” he says, voice low and teasing but not quite joking

“it’s always been 7 days” you tease, your eyes finding his for a split moment before you turn to look outside at the water again, trying to hide the grin on your face

he lets out a quiet laugh, “7 days too long without you” he says simply, eyes locked on you, his hand coming to rest on your thigh, light at first, just grazing the fabric of your pants

you shift slightly, humming as you lean back casually; “friends don’t miss each other after a week”

his head turned sharply at that, “to my defense you stopped replying to me after 3 days”

you shrug, “i was busy”

“with who?” the question comes out fast

too fast

you smirk, glancing down at his hand on your thigh before looking back up at him, “don’t sound so jealous”

“i’m not jealous”

“sure-“ you giggle

“with who tho?” he tilts his head towards you completely, his hand gradually moving up on your thigh

you hum, tilting your head towards him innocently, “did you miss me that much?”

his fingers tighten slightly on your leg, not rought, but enough to betray him

“don’t start” he warns, but his voice is lower now

you shift deliberately, crossing one leg over the other so his hand has to move even higher to stay there

and he doesn’t hesitate

“you do this on purpose” he mutters

“and yet,” you clean closer, “you still call me as soon as you get back”

he exhales, “yeah” he admits, no ego, no pretending, “i missed you”

you only hum softly

“you disappeared on me” he mutters,

you laugh, “i didn’t disappear! i have a busy life”

“funny how your life suddenly gets busy when i’m out of town”

you grin, “gotta keep myself busy somehow when louis is not here to hang out with”

“oh fuck off” he scoffs, “you pick louis over me?”

“i never said that” you laugh quietly, “maybe i like keeping you humble”

“you don’t keep me humble,” he mutters, “you make me crazy”

you chuckle under your breath, “don’t get sulky now”

he scoffs, “i’m not sulking”

you only giggle, leaning closer only slightly but he immediately notices the shift,

his gaze drops to your lips before coming back up to your eyes, his jaw tightens, but there’s a little smile fighting it, “i’ve been thinking about this tho” looking at you with that sharp, confident gaze

“about what” you tease,

“you,” he says simply, like that explains everything, he pushes your leg off of his hand, freeing himself from your grip, before sliding up your thigh again, more daring this time

“ryul,” you warn, “we’re in a car,”

“idc where we are,” he replies smugly, “we could’ve been on the fk moon, that wouldn’t stop me from wanting you”

his thumb brushes dangerously close to your private part, teasing closer and closer, “and i know you want me too”

you bite your lip, leaning back, trying to play it cool, “that sounds dangerously close to attachment”

“did i lie tho,” he murmers, but he’s smiling now, softer, “i hate not having you around”

“good” you whisper, turning your head to look at him, “stop looking at me like that” you said

“like what,” he asks, already leaning closer,

“like you’re gonna start begging” you tease

“i’m not begging,” he shoots back, “i just know what i want”

his gaze drops from your eyes to your lips

he doesn’t wait a second longer and before you know it his lips were on yours

it’s hungry and messy in the best way, almost claiming,

your teeth glazing softly at first, with a little desperate edge to it, just enough to make you gasp

one of his hands comes up to cup your jaw, tilting your head just slightly to deepen the kiss, while the other traces your waist in slow circles

he hums low against your mouth, a sound half frustrated, half needy as his tongue teases yours

he leans back a little, his elbow bumping into the steering wheel in the process, making him swear under his breath

you laugh, “smooth”

“this seat is a joke,” he mutters against your lips, shifting slightly, clearly uncomfortable, “come to the back”

you pull back enough to look at him, blinking innocently, “the backseat? how classic”

“don’t act so classy,” he jokes, his jaw tightens,

he kisses you again, deeper, almost like he’s trying to prove something

his hand coming back to your thigh, thumb pressing slow circles that make you gasp softly into his mouth

“i can’t do this here,” he groans, leaning back into his seat, “i need more space”

“someone is impatient” you say, leaning in just enough to brush your lips over his without actually kissing him

he lets out a short, almost disbelieving laugh, “impatient?”

“yeah,” you say, “maybe i do like the front seat, what makes you think you deserve the backseat,” you add teasingly

that one lands

his eyes darken immediately

“okay,” he says quietly, “fine”

you blink at him, “fine?”

“challenge me”

you grin, “what?”

he leans back again, one hand still gripping your thigh

“if i can keep kissing you here,” he says, his voice a little lower and more controlled, “without losing my mind completely, then we stay,”

you raise a brow, “and if you can’t?”

“then you’re coming to the back without complaining”

you chuckle, “that sounds like a lose-lose”

“i’ve waited a week,” he murmers, “i’m not playing fair”

“3 minutes,” you say, “no complaining”

“done”

his mouth crashes into yours again

it’s slower this time, more controlled

his hands don’t rush, don’t grab

he moves carefully, tracing, squeezing, testing your reaction instead of his own

two minutes.

you try to stay composed,

you really do,

but when his lips drag down your jaw, and he murmers, “stop holding back, you’re not fooling anyone” your fingers curl into his hair instantly

his breathing is heavier now and you can feel the tension in him, almost like restraint

“still good?” you tease

he kisses you again, instead of answering you

his hand tightening at your hip

two minutes & 30 seconds.

“ryul,” you sigh into the kiss

“don’t” he warns

you tug at his hair, making him groan into your lips

“fuck, you win” he says, pulling back just enough to look at you

you chuckle, “already?”

“get in the back,” he mutters, pushing his door open, “i’m not gonna waste another second pretending this seat is enough”

you laugh softly as he steps out, circling around the car, opening your door like some ridiculous gentleman

“you almost had it,” you teased as you accepted his hand he held out for you

“shut up,” he laughs under his breath, opening the back door for you as well, “get in”

the second the door shuts after he got in, the air feels more sealed

you barely have time to turn before his hand is on your waist, pulling you toward him

there’s no console between you now, no steering wheel in the way, just him and you

and the need that’s been building up all week

“happy?” you tease, as he moves you to straddle his lap

“very,” he says, his hands slide to your hips, holding you in place, shifting just slightly in his seat so you’re pressed against him perfectly

you giggle breathlessly as his mouth trails down on your neck, up to your jaw, before locking with yours again, claiming every inch of you with a heat that makes it impossible to think about anything else

his hands roam bolder now and your fingers curl into his hair as you shift on his lap slightly, and he groans into your mouth at the contact

“don’t move,” his voice came out low and husky

you pull back enough to look at him, “fr?” you roll your hips into his again, teasing and testing

his hands grip your hips instantly, stilling your movements firmly, “stop-“ he groans again

you laugh softly, “ok mr.i’ve-been-waiting-all-week,”

he looks up at you, like he can’t believe you’re still trying to mock him in this moment, his gaze was dark and needy, matching the grip of his hands on your sides, “i don’t wanna finish in like 2 minutes,” he murmers, almost to himself

you gasp playfully, “2 minutes!?”

“oh shut up,” he grins, before his lips crash on yours again

you can’t help the laugh that actually comes out more like a moan, your fingers grip his shirt, tugging him closer

his hands slide down to your ass, grabbing you through your pants, firm and steady

and you arched back slightly, testing him

he chases your lips immediately, kissing you intensely

his tongue slides against yours, fighting for dominance, like he’s trying to prove something, as he explores the walls of your mouth

one of his hands comes up to your throat, hovering for a split second, like he’s giving you a chance to stop him, before he wraps there gently, his thumb pressing enough to make your breath hitch

you moan into his mouth, and he feels it, he always feels it

the tension only builds as you keep rolling your hips into him, slow, deliberate, grinding down in a rhythm that makes his grip tighten at your waist

you’re heavily breathing into each other’s mouth now, messy, heated, absolutely no space left between you

at first, when you pull back slightly to tease him again, he doesn’t chase it

but the second you lean back with that look, that smug, little smile, he’s already surging forward, chasing your mouth, whining softly under his breath at the loss of friction

“stop playin’-“ he mumbles against your lips, voice strained

every small motion of your hips against his draws something out of him, a low groan, a curse under his breath and his head tipping back against the seat for half a second before he forces himself up again

his hands slide down to your hips, then lower, fingers digging in with more purpose now

he guides you down harder this time, matching your movement with a rough upward press of his own

“fuck,” his voice is low, breath catching, jaw tightening

you grin when you feel him beneath you, solid and desperate, pressing into the heat between your bodies through layers of fabric

it makes you roll your hips again, slower now, savoring it

he inhales sharply and you moan softly on purpose, just to see what it does to him

and obviously it works,

his spine straightens, hands tightening almost instinctively, pulling you down flush against him as his mouth crashes into yours again

this kiss is different, less playful, way more urgent

his teeth catch your lower lip, tongue pushing in deeper, breathing uneven and heavy

“you’re killing me,” he murmurs between kisses, dragging his lips down your jaw

you laugh softly, breathless, still moving against him

and that’s when something shifts,

his hands stop just guiding, they take control

his fingers press firmly into your hips, setting the pace himself now

slower. deeper. more deliberate.

he lifts you slightly just to pull you back down again, forcing a sharp exhale from your lips as you feel his growing buldge pressing into you

the air in the back feels thick, heavy

he groans, his forehead dropping against your shoulder, grip tightening as his control slips just enough to make it obvious how close he is to snapping

it doesn’t take long before his lips find their place on yours, again, more messily now, swallowing the small sound you make when he presses up into you harder than before

by now the windows are starting to fog

the city lights flicker through the fogged windows, the car rocking subtly with your breathing and movement

his breathing is rough, lips trailing along your neck, teeth grazing lightly as his hands slide under the hem of your top, fingertips brushing your warm skin

not enough to cross the line, yet, just enough to make your pulse race

“i need you now,”he murmurs against your throat.

you only hum in response

and that tiny sound is all he needs,

his hands slide up your sides, pushing your shirt higher, palms hot and firm against your bare skin now

the friction between you grows slower but heavier, more intentional

he stills your hips suddenly, holding you in place, breathing uneven

his eyes drag over your face like he’s trying to decide how much longer he can survive this

and when his hands slip even further, guiding instead of asking, the rest of the night becomes less about teasing

and more about giving in

because as far as he’s concerned, seven days was more than patient enough

and he’s done pretending he didn’t count every single night without you

he had a way of making you feel guilty that you were allowing him to get his hands on you and do what he pleased. guilty that he knew what buttons to press and what knobs to twist in a way that made you feel so good it hurt.

it was wet, dirty, and hot. a shower afterward was a non-negotiable.

it was hard to make your moans sound pretty when they were so pure. guttural and broken, unfiltered with how deep mingi was pounding your puffy cunt. but he liked it more when you sounded like that, when you sounded like one more thrust might kill you.

when you sounded like you were in pain, but in truth, he was just fucking you so good that maintaining a front of “pretty” was not your main concern at the moment. your main concern was not passing out while he was inside you. fucking your pussy like he was trying to commit the feeling to memory.

"god, im so deep thats gotta hurt huh, baby? does it hurt you?”

you cries and groans are muffled in the pillow you’ve shoved your face into, your hands gripping the sheets by your head like they might ground you on earth. mingi is on his knees behind you, strong thighs keeping him upright, while his palms held your hips in place for him as he shoved his cock inside of you.

arched so prettily in front of him, your ass bouncing off his body every time his hips slammed against you, a filling, heavy rhythm that sends vulgar “plap” sounds bouncing off the walls.

you were covered in sweat, skin shiny and wet, your hair sticking to your neck from all the exertion. mingi was just as sweaty as you, surely more. but god he was having so much fun.

all the adrenaline that he channeled on stage when he performed, he funneled it into the bedroom too. acting nasty like he was performing for someone.

he opens his mouth and sticks out his tongue, his eyes lasered in on where his dick slid in and out of your gushy cunt, coated in a white cream that only seemed to build every time he filled you up again.

he laughs lowly as a string of saliva falls from the tip of his tongue and lands directly on the length of his cock in just enough time as he shoves it back inside of you, his fat mushroom tip catching that sensitive ridge along your walls that makes your legs shake.

“she’s creaming on my cock, baby,” he moans as he sucks his bottom lip between his teeth and drags his hands away from your hips and up to the rippling flesh of your ass. he palms the soft skin with his big, heated hands and spreads them slowly so he can get a better look at his cock filling you out.

it bewildered you every single time because mingi liked to embarrass you. he wanted you to hear the sounds that your body made, the filthy, sticky sounds that you couldn’t control.

“shhh, baby. not so loud, listen to yourself.” he reached over your arched body and pressed his hand flat against the back of your head to further muffle you against the pillow. “listen to her talk back to me.”

and hearing it always made you ashamed beyond comprehension. and yet he always felt you get so tight around him when the noises registered.

his spit, your arousal, the stirred-up sounds of your guts being rearranged hit your ears like a truck. mingi’s hungry groans that you could feel all throughout your body with every deep stroke he pounded into your cunt.

he’s big, and thick, and very purposeful with his hips. you’ve seen him on stage, rolling his body with sensual intentions that only allow a glimpse into how he could really put those hips to use.

he watches, his tongue swiping over his bottom lip as your wetness clung to his v-line in a white sticky web. the shine of your ass from the sweat and all the times he’s practically drooled on your body.

he purposely slows his hips so the sounds get deeper, hollow and louder. your moans break into breathless whines that only make mingi wanna abandon any remaining composure and fuck you til you snap.

“yeah, yeah… cunt’s asking for a baby. isn’t she?” he takes his hand off your head and moves both of them to your shoulders, curling them over the bone and pulling your body up, arching you even more.

you whine when you feel him slip his soaked dick out of you, a gross, slick sound as he pulls out. and god, it seems endless when the tip finally pops out of you. you cry at the emptiness, and mingi giggles as he watches you shake your ass side to side to try and coax him to fill you up again.

your head throws back as he pulls your head out of the pillow, and you could hear him spitting into your stretched pussy, the saliva dripping down your puffy folds.

“gotta keep you messy, sweet girl, makes this more fun for both of us.” he digs his nails into your shoulders and groans so low you could feel it in your belly as he glides right back inside of you.

there was really no friction at all, and he's nearly kept slipping out since you started. each stroke of his veiny cock is punctuated with a deep, staccato rumble in his chest.

his lips part in misty pants, watching with enamored adoration as the stickiness of your combined arousal clings to your bodies like this was really some kind of perverted home video.

the wet noises fill your ears again, and now you can’t muffle your moans in the pillow anymore with the way he holds your body up. they come out primal and desperate, helpless as mingi forces your pussy to take his shape.

“mmhm, wish i could see your pretty face.” he mumbles, the loud slaps of his hips against your ass nearly drowning out his voice.

“but i'd rather see this pussy keep sucking me in.” he laughs again and enunciates with a deep, rough thrust that makes your toes curl.

“wanna see her dripping with me once i fill her up. fuck a baby into my pretty girl.” his moans are an encouragement that further tighten that knot in your stomach, your cunt clenching around him like a vice with every nasty word that leaves his mouth.

he presses his palms into your lower shoulders, simultaneously working out a building knot of stress, all the while he fucks you into a worthless puddle in his sheets.

“fill this pussy up all the way to the fucking back.” he leans over your body and presses his lips to the small of your back, his mouth opened in low moans as he eases his hips into a swifter pace, pressing wet kisses against your fluttering skin.

his dick glides in and out of you with painful ease, every full thrust that drags the thickness of him against your gspot pulling you more and more under.

“get you all pretty and swollen with my babies.” he whispers against your back, and you whine so loud you swear it was going to tear up your throat.

if the sloppy mess between your legs wasn’t a cry for just that, you weren’t sure what was.

“p-please-!” you cry out, and you shiver when you feel his lips form into a pout and kiss your back like he was trying to soothe you. “w-want… want you t-to-“

“think it’ll take like this?” he teases, shoving his cock so hard and so deep inside of you he might’ve breached your throat. he stays there, unmoving, forcing you to feel the twitching and the throbbing of his dick against every inch of your gooey pussy.

he hums, and suddenly you’re empty again, and you whine at the loss. but then you’re moving, his hands grab your waist and turn your body over, your back hitting the mattress. “probably not.”

seeing him nearly undoes you, a sweaty, crazed wreck. his hair sticking up everywhere, his chest rising and falling with heavy breaths, his v-line a sticky mess. his hands grab the backs of your thighs and push your legs up so they’re pressed against your shoulders.

you squeal and are hardly given ample time to register what was happening before he slides his cock back inside of you, the new position having him deeper than ever before. mingi’s entire body shivers when he fills you to the hilt, your own body pulling taut at the invasive fullness.

his hands keep your thighs against your shoulders, folded in half underneath him in a mating press. “fuck, that’s better,” he sighs, immediately rolling his hips into you with every deep thrust. his lips spread into a greedy smile, his tongue swiping over his teeth. “hi baby, look so fuckin pretty.”

you cry out and throw your head back against the pillow, your hands reaching around and clawing at his broad shoulders.

“lemme pound this pussy, need you to cum before i breed you mkay? work for me pretty, give me what i need.” mingi chews on his bottom lip, his moans filling your ears, you’re unable to look away from where his cock disappears into your cunt, the wet noises seemingly even louder now.

he slides inside with slippery ease and glides right back out coated in a sheen of white. over and over and over again. maddeningly deep and too fucking fast.

his eyebrows are knitted in such a pretty, concentrated expression, his cheekbones poking through his skin from where his mouth begins to part with every thrust that seems to only drag him further towards his own orgasm.

“cum for me, baby. wanna feel this pussy cum around me, wanna fill you up so bad. wanna give my beautiful girl a baby.”

and as always, you do as he says, shattering like glass while he fucks you through it, determined to drag your orgasm out of you until you've been completely wrung dry.

"atta girl." he growls through his teeth, leaning down and taking your nipple in his warm mouth, suckling and circling his thick tongue around the softness of it. "can't wait till these are full of milk," he moans around them, muffled. "i'm sure the baby wouldn't mind sharing."

it clicks with you then and there that he was completely serious. the man literally wanted you pregnant. he sinks his teeth into your areola, and you cry out when you feel him slow his hips to a punishing, intentional grind into your cunt.

"you're gonna make such a good mommy, baby." he drools around your nipple, stilling his hips and damn near whimpering like a bitch as he holds himself there. you could feel him spilling inside of you, hot ropes of cum that seep to the back of your cunt just right.

mingi purrs and groans while he rides it out, massaging the backs of your thighs, his cock throbbing deep inside of you.

sticky, filled, and spent. he doesn't move yet, holding himself inside of you while you both take a moment to catch your breath. when you shift underneath him, he pressed his palms harder against the backs of your thighs to hold you still.

"uh uh, don't move. tryna keep you plugged, can't have any spilling out right?" he smiles and trails wet kisses up the side of your neck and you sigh and relax under his body.

you hope to god it works, because you're not sure if you'd be able to handle another session of "trying" with him and make it out with your legs intact.

The second Friday of every month, race night. Your favourite. The one time you could unleash everything your car was built for.

This month, you’d been working on it tirelessly. Pulled back from the usual shop jobs, cleared your schedule, and finally gave your own car the attention she’d been begging for. The neglect had gone on for too long, and you felt it every time you looked at her.

A Nissan Silvia S13. Your first and only drift car, her body gleams in glossy black, scattered with chrome stars that trail across the rear panels and dance down the sides like constellations in motion. The interior is just as bold: black leather stitched with hot pink accents.

She’s been through it all. Every crash, every win, big payouts and brutal losses. She even carried you through a road trip after your first breakup sent you spiralling and you needed to disappear for a while.

Spring into early summer was always the busiest at your Customs Garage. Everyone wanted upgrades, fresh wraps, louder exhausts. It was peak racing season, the time when even amateurs thought they could handle the streets. But they’d vanish as soon as the weather turned. Too dangerous. Too real.

But not you. You lived for this. Always have.

You moved from London to Korea at 13, dragged across the world because your Mum's job demanded it. You didn’t ask for this, and you definitely didn’t welcome it.

The whole situation felt like a punishment. You’d been stripped of the life you knew and loved, and you weren’t shy about showing your resentment. And on top of that navigating the Korean school system was brutal. You only managed to make three real friends: Kim Ji-woo (goes by Chuu), who was just too cute not to make friends with. Kang Yeosang who always tried to make you feel comfortable, even spoke to you in broken English as he gave you a tour of the grounds. And lastly Huh Yun-jin, who spoke English and spent most of her time patiently trying to teach you Korean. You clung to her, grateful for the lifeline and she never seemed to mind.

This was also when you first crossed paths with Wooyoung and his loyal entourage. Well, friends, technically. Seonghwa, Jongho, and Hongjoong. They didn’t take well to your sharp tongue, and you definitely didn’t take kindly to their smug “I think i'm hard” energy. Especially Wooyoung’s. From the very beginning, it was constant clashing. Enemies, no question.

What made it worse? You were into cars. Just like him.

And he hated that. The idea that his “archnemesis” shared his passion? Unacceptable. Absolutely devastating. Cars were his thing, their domain. And in his mind, they weren’t meant for girls. Especially not girls who’d just moved from London, armed with a bad attitude and something to prove.

You didn’t just threaten his ego. You challenged his identity.

And he never forgot it.

Cars had always been your thing. With a brother who was obsessed, it was only natural that you grew up loving the sound of screeching tires and the thrill of speed. But for you, it was more than just a hobby, it was a connection to home, to family.

You spent most of your free time tinkering with cars alongside him, and when he started working at a customs shop, you’d tag along whenever you could. Watching and learning.

And eventually when you were finally old enough to drive, you knew exactly what you wanted: to race and mod.

Now you’re one of the most sought-after car modders on this side of Seoul.

Yeosangie: Heading out. Meet you there? *W*

Y/N: Yeah, see you soon :3

You grabbed your bag and keys, gave yourself one last look in the mirror, and headed out. Pulling up to your usual spot, the familiar scent of petrol and burning rubber hit you like a wave. Your pulse quickened, adrenaline already pumping. It had been a while since you raced. You’d spent the last few months on the sidelines, spectating.

A tap on your hood snapped you back to reality. Kim Ji-woo came to lean against your passenger side window, her face lit up with the biggest smile imaginable. “You’re racing tonight! Please tell me you’re racing.” You smirked, ignoring her question as you stepped out of the car. Leaning down, you used your side mirror to reapply your liner and lip gloss. With a dramatic smack of your lips, you replied with faux innocence “Chuu babe, I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You’d been showing up with Yeosang lately, between the chaos at the shop and finally giving your own car the attention it deserved, hitching a ride had just been easier. 

But it also meant your car hadn’t made an appearance in a while. And seeing as Chuu was your passenger princess for most races, this was enough to spark curiosity. She’d been watching the scene closely, waiting for the moment your pride and joy rolled back in.

You both burst into giggles. “If I knew you were racing tonight, I would’ve gone all out! Can I ride tonight?” “I’m drifting tonight. You know I can’t have distractions.” Chu pouted at your words. “No, come on now, don’t pout. You know I can’t say no when you do that.” She sighed dramatically. “FINE. But next time I’m riding. Nobody else, okay?”

You were still laughing when you heard footsteps approaching. “Hey Y/N!” Yeosang’s voice rang out from behind you. You spun on your heels and greeted him with a big hug. “Sangieee! Oh my god, where have you been? Wait…where’s your car?”

You glanced around, noticing his usual spot to your left was empty. “Ha, yeah, funny story” he said, rubbing the back of his neck. “Took it for a spin earlier in the week and had the bumper kiss a pillar a little too hard…Dropped it off at the shop today. Left it with your brother.”

Your jaw went slack. “Kang Yeosang. You have five seconds to run before things get ugly.” “I SWEAR IT WAS AN ACCIDENT, OKAY?” he said, backing away quickly.

It wasn’t the first time and it definitely wouldn’t be the last. You’d spent two weeks fixing the last mess he made. A burnt-out gearbox, a full replacement, and a new wrap after he drifted too close to the sun and scratched the entire left side of his car. Honestly, you were starting to think he shouldn’t even have a license.

“You’re paying for this round of repairs.” you said, gripping his shoulder firmly and flashing a wicked grin. 

You all decided to mingle, make your way through the crowd chatting with friends, catching up with familiar faces, and checking in on clients who’d had work done by you. It was the usual routine, and you lived for it. Your last client had brought in a Ford Mustang, asking for an engine swap for “performance”. You’d cringed at the request. Mustangs didn’t need to be touched like that, they were solid on their own. But they were adamant. So, you did what you do best and made it work.

To your surprise, the build turned out solid. Now they were itching to put it to the test tonight, and you couldn’t help but feel a flicker of pride. You might not have loved the idea, but you respected the balls it took to fuck with a car like that.

A few racers approached you, asking if they could drop their cars off for new mods. Some girls wanted fresh wraps in pastel pinks or iridescent blues, requests you were more than happy to take on. You had a reputation around here, and it wasn’t just for your skills. You’d been a familiar face since your brother started bringing you around nearly ten years ago. Back then, you were just 15 tagging along. Wide eyed and with urge to participate. Now? You were the one people came to for the real work.

You were damn good at what you did, and you knew it. You had the type of confidence that came with an edge…you had attitude. But you had the talent to back it up, both in the garage and behind the wheel. You had to. There’s nothing more embarrassing than running your mouth and driving like a rookie.

Just as you were starting to enjoy yourself, your peace was shattered by a voice, cutting in from behind you. Loud, obnoxious. Wooyoung.

You turned around, already regretting it.

“Look at this beauty.” he said, practically drooling over your car. “It’s such a shame you’re the owner”

You scoffed. Bold words from someone who’s never beaten you in a race. Not once. Not even close.

“Kindly remove your hands from my car” you said, eyeing his fingers like they were contagious, like he was a toddler with sticky fingers. “I don’t know where you’ve been, and frankly, I don’t want to.”

“Oh, these hands?” he smirked, locking eyes with you as he dramatically placed both palms on the hood like he was blessing it. “They’ve touched greatness.”

“Riiiiiighttt” you muttered. “Go play Hot Wheels with your little friends and leave the grown-up racing to us.” You gestured to yourself and the other racers.

“Huh, so that’s how you really feel?” Wooyoung said, tilting his head. “Then how about we make tonight interesting then, a little bet. A wager of sorts.”

You looked at him in disbelief. “How much are we talking?” you did like the sound of a bet.

“Oh, I’m not talking cash, Y/N. That’d be boring.” He grinned. “If I beat you, I want free mods. Full body work. Top-tier treatment.” You laughed, loud. “Good fucking joke- wait, you’re serious?”

“If you’re scared of a little fun, I’ll just get going. I mean, you might be a bit of a bitch, but I didn’t think you were a boring bitch.”

Ohhh, he was really pushing it.

He turned and started walking away. Taking his time, like he was waiting for you to take the bait, for you to crack.

“What’s in it for me?” you called after him. “That’s a pricey bet, Wooyoung. My rates are high”

He stopped, didn’t even turn around. “My ‘98 Honda Integra.”

You froze.

He said it without hesitation. He knew that was your dream car. Everyone did. And you hated that he owned it. He didn’t deserve it, he treated his cars like toys.

Your jaw clenched. Pout visible while you thought it over for a second. 

“Deal” Game on.

He tilted his head, clearly amused. “Oh, look at that pout. Cute, but not exactly flattering. You know, you'd be almost tolerable if you smiled once in a while.”

You blinked slowly, cheeks warming with a mix of rage and embarrassment…and something else you’d never admit “Yeah, well… maybe you should learn how to drive better or something.”...crickets.

The silence that followed made you want to die. Glancing down you start picking the skin on your fingers.

Wooyoung burst out laughing and strutted off toward his car.

“Oh, he’s in your head” Yun-jin said, appearing beside you with perfect timing and zero sympathy.

“Shut up” you mumbled, still staring at Wooyoung’s retreating figure.

Sometimes, he had that effect on you. He knew it. And you hated it. Almost as much as you hated how good he looked walking away. You facepalmed at the thought.

The grid girls started their rounds, signalling the first race of the night is about to start. Your race. The longest track, the biggest bets, and some drifts so sharp they could kill you if you messed up. No pressure.

Your friends did their best to hype you up, calm your nerves. With a grin and a wink, you slipped into your car and rolled toward the start line. A symphony of revving engines echoed across the city, the sound sending vibrations through your body.

Giggling to yourself, you hit play on your playlist and glanced to your left.

Wooyoung.

Of course he was beside you, eyes dark and locked onto yours. Without breaking eye contact, you slammed the gas causing a burnout. He mirrored you instantly, tires screeching, smoke curling into the night air.

For a split second, you both smiled.

Because when you're doing something you both love, there’s no room for bad vibes.

But admitting that would require maturity.

And let’s be honest neither of you are about that.

Two grid girls walk hand in hand, black flags swaying at their sides. Their steps are slow and seductive. They exchange a glance, then in perfect sync, count down: “Three… two… one!”

With a dramatic bow and the screech of tires. It begins.

You launch smoothly off the line, throwing your car into first gear, then second, then third. The engine roars as you build speed, quickly gaining on the two cars ahead. The first drift approaches fast. You lift off the throttle, shift the weight, then tap the accelerator and release. Clean and easy. You clear the corner.

The race unfolds flawlessly. You drift with ease. You’re in third, then second. Wooyoung? Left in the dust long ago.

The final stretch. If you hold this position second place is yours and one last drift stands between you and the finish. It’s a simple one, if done right. You barely give it a second thought. But then your foot slips. You hit the brake too hard, too early, causing your tires to lock. The rear of your car swings wide. You spin out, helpless, watching the back left slam into the barrier with a sickening crunch.

“FUCK! FUCK!” You slam your palms against the steering wheel, the sound echoing through the cabin. You should’ve been able to handle this one. This was a stupid mistake. You got cocky. You wanted to prove you were better than him, but at what cost?

In your side mirror, you watch the person you hate most glide through their drift with effortless precision. He honks as he passes, leaving you in a cloud of dust and humiliation. He knew taunting you would send you reeling.

“Fucking dickhead” you mutter, burying your face in your hands, knuckles still white from gripping the wheel. You sit there for a moment, letting the defeat settle in.

You want nothing more than to drive home and disappear for a week. But you’ve got a reputation to uphold and there’s no way you’re letting a cocky asshole in a 2021 Nissan GT-R purchased with daddy’s money get under your skin.

Everyone saw you spin out. No doubt about it. The only thing left to do was take it on the chin, laugh it off, and pretend it didn’t bother you. You were good at that.

Your car was totalled. No question. It would need to be towed back to the garage, and even then, it might never be the same. You climbed out, feeling a shooting pain you wince as you grab your left side. The adrenaline was fading and replaced with pain. You pulled out your phone and called Yeosang.

“hey, I spun out, bad Yeosang. Car’s totalled. Come get me, please.” You sniffle, letting a few tears fall before shoving all and every emotion back down into a pandoras box.

There was a pause on the other end before his voice came through, laced with concern. “Yeah, I heard. But are you okay? Forget the car, Y/N. Are you hurt?”

Yeosang knew you well enough to stay calm, even when you weren’t.

“I’m good” you lied, half-convincingly. “A little banged up. The spin wasn’t too bad. The car though? Not so lucky.” The hurt was evident in your voice, but you still laughed. Because what else could you do?

You hung up the phone and leaned back against your wrecked Nissan, staring up at the night sky. Then the laughter came, manic and uncontrollable.

“oh, this is SO fucked up!” you shouted, letting out a guttural scream that echoed across the city.

This might be your tipping point. Not just because your car was wrecked. Not just because your pride was bruised.

But because now… you owed Wooyoung free body work. And that? That killed you inside.

About 10 minutes later, you heard a car approaching. You didn’t bother to look up, you just waited for it to stop.

“Need a ride?”

You shot up. Wooyoung.

“Oh, this couldn’t get any worse!! Why are you here?” you half shout. Throwing your hands to your sides like a spoilt child, amusement clear in your tone.

“Awwwhhh, bad luck, huh Y/N?” he said, voice dripping with smug satisfaction.

You turned around slowly. Did he just??? Of course he did. Obviously, he had to come rub the win in your face.

“I’ve come to get your sorry ass. Get in.”

You didn’t move. Stubborn.

Before you could even question him, he added, “Yeosang went to get the truck. I told him I’d pick you up.” That eased your worries…just a bit.

You sighed, defeated. “Fine.”

The drive back was slow and quiet. You stared out the window, arms crossed, trying to ignore the dull ache in your side. You weren’t in the mood to talk especially not to him.

“Hey, are you okay?…Y/N?” Wooyoung’s voice broke through your daze.

Too embarrassed to answer, you just hummed.

“Look, I get it” he said, keeping his tone steady. “But I need to know if I should take you to the emergency room or something.”

“Why do you care?” you snapped, instantly regretting it as pain shot through your ribs. You sucked in a breath, wincing.

“See? That’s why” he replied, eyes flicking toward you. He was clearly concerned, but also not in the mood to deal with your attitude.

“I’m fine” you muttered. “Probably just a small bruise. I’m good.” You wanted him to drop it.

When you arrived at the garage, Yeosang had already dropped off your car and offloaded it around back. Wooyoung had insisted on a detour to the nearest convenience store for water and painkillers, which you begrudgingly accepted.

You walked into your shop, Wooyoung trailing behind you.

“Thanks for the ride, but I don’t need babysitting” you said, not bothering to looking at him as you headed straight for your workstation, rummaging for the first aid kit. You still didn’t understand why he had come to get you. There were plenty of people who could’ve stepped in. So why him?

As Wooyoung approached the final drift of the race, he spotted you ahead. Your car was dropping speed to take the corner but something went wrong, he watched it unfold in real time: the misstep, the spin, the impact.

“Shit, that’s not good” he muttered.

He couldn’t slow down. It was too dangerous to stop mid-race, and there was cash on the line, bets had been made. This wasn’t a good faith race. It was brutal, as always. He had to finish. Still, he quickly assessed the situation. You looked okay, furious for sure, throwing a mini tantrum behind the wheel, but not seriously hurt.

He executed his drift with precision and ease, honking as he passed. A petty move, maybe. But he wouldn’t admit to himself that what he was feeling right now was indeed guilt.

He crossed the finish line in second place, but didn’t stick around to celebrate. Instead, he went straight to your friends.

“Y/N wiped out” he said urgently. “She doesn’t look seriously hurt, but the car’s done. She needs help.”

Panic spread fast. No one had their cars tonight, your girls had come with their boyfriends or friends, Yeosang had hitched a ride with Yun-jin and her boyfriend, but they were currently tied up in a race.

“Fuck it, I’ll go get her” Wooyoung said, already moving.

“The garage isn’t far” Yeosang added. “I’ve got keys for the truck and the shop. I’ll run there and then collect the car.”

Wooyoung didn’t wait. Getting to you was easy.

Convincing you to get in his car?

That was the real challenge.

“Look, I saw what happened” Wooyoung said, voice tight “I didn’t want to leave you there and none of your friends had their cars. I just did what needed to be done.”

He ran a hand through his hair, pacing slightly. Clearly stressed, eyes flicking between you and the floor. He still wasn’t sure if you needed medical attention, and that uncertainty was clearly eating at him.

You leaned against the counter, gripping it for support. The pain in your side was dull now, and your patience was wearing thin.

“I don’t have the energy for your games” you muttered. “So please… just go.”

Your voice cracked slightly, you hated how vulnerable you were. You weren’t even sure why his presence bothered you so much, he hadn’t done anything wrong. But something about him being here, seeing you like this, made your skin crawl.

“What games?” he asked, stepping closer. “I’m not playing games.”

You scoffed, not meeting his eyes. “Of course you are. That’s what you do. All this happened because you wanted to play games” you scream at him. That felt like a punch in the gut.

Wooyoung froze, then let out a bitter laugh. “Oh, fuck you, Y/L. You know what? You’re a real piece of work.”

His words hit hard, sharp, unfiltered, spat at you like venom.

“That’s how you treat people who help you? I drop everything, come get you, make sure you’re not bleeding out in some wreck and this is what I get?”

Your eyes are burning now. “I didn’t ask you to come.”

“No,” he said, voice low. “You didn’t. But I did anyway. Clearly that was a fucking mistake” he spat.

The silence that followed was heavy. Neither of you moved. Neither of you spoke.

You sniffled, catching a stray tear with the sleeve of your oversized striped t-shirt. You hadn’t even realized you were shivering until your bare legs started to tremble. The last bit of adrenaline fading, cold air and shock creeping in, your body finally registering the crash.

Wooyoung noticed. He sighed, rubbing his hands over his face like he was trying to reset the moment.

“Look, let me help, then I’ll leave. Alright?” He started rummaging around the garage, searching for something to keep you warm. You watched him silently. “can I at least drop you home?”

“I live just above the shop” you murmured. “I could use a little help getting up the stairs.”

You moved to stand, and he immediately offered his hand. You hesitated, then took it reluctantly. You just wanted your bed.

As you reached the steps, he gently placed a hand around your waist to steady you. Instinctively, you wanted to push him away, say something like “Don’t touch me” but the warmth, the softness, the careful way he supported you while trying not to hurt you, made you think twice. It was unfamiliar, but oddly comforting. So you let it be.

At your door, you punched in the code and turned to face him.

“Thanks for the help” you said, offering a small smile while pretending to fix the pleats of your mini skirt to avoid his gaze.

“No worries. Rest up. Call Yeosang and the girls. They’re worried.”

He gave your arm a light tap and headed toward the garage exit. You watched him descend the stairs before quietly closing the door.

Inside, you made your way to the bedroom. Stripping off your clothes, you assessed the damage. A bruise bloomed across your side deep purple and red, angry looking and huge. Painful, yes, but not the worst you’d ever done to yourself.

After freshening up, you climbed into bed and sent a quick message to let everyone know you were okay. Just needed rest. You’d call in the morning.

After a trip to the doctor and three days of bed rest, you were finally starting to feel like yourself again. Your Mum had checked in, concerned and curious about how you got hurt. You offered a casual shrug and the vague explanation, “Slipped in the shop. You know me, always clumsy” letting the subject drop before it could dig deeper. Friends came by with takeaway containers and juicy gossip, their presence a welcome distraction from the ache in your side and the heaviness in your thoughts.

Now, with the bruises fading and your strength returning, you decided it was time to get back to work. 

Your brother had taken over most of the responsibilities and directing the crew while you were recovering, so all that was left for you now was the admin work. You made your way to your workstation, eyeing the pile of invoices. With a sigh, you dropped into your chair and propped your legs up on the desk.

“Hey” your brother called out from across the garage “some guy kept coming around while you were off. Said his name was... Wooyoung? Left that for you.” He pointed to a paper bag sitting in the far corner of your worktop.

“Wait, Wooyoung?” You blinked. What the hell?

“Yeah” he continued, casually flipping through a clipboard. “He came by the first day asking for you. I told him you were out for a bit. Thought he was here to get some work done.”

You scoffed. “Yeah, probably” couldn’t wait a full day to come gloat and claim his win. Desperate much.

Your brother shrugged. “But he came back yesterday day with that bag. Said it was for you. Asked if you were okay.”

You sat there, stunned for a moment. He came to check on me?

You felt the corner of your lips twitch. No way. You couldn’t possibly be smiling… right?

You shut it down immediately. “What the hell is wrong with me?” you thought to yourself.

Your brother had already gone back to sorting parts, clearly done with the conversation. Curiosity had taken hold, so you stood, grabbed the paper bag and returned to your seat setting it down with a soft thud.

Inside was a chaotic mix of items: electrolyte water, a tube of pain relief cream, a selection of gummies, and an energy drink. You stared at it all, bewildered. It looked like someone had raided a convenience store with zero strategy and too much concern.

Then you spotted it, a crumpled piece of paper tucked between the snacks. A note. You unfolded it slowly, bracing yourself for whatever nonsense he’d scribbled down.

“You looked like death the last time I saw you. Figured you’d still look like that. Didn’t know what you needed, so here’s sugar and caffeine. Don’t die. Also, I won. XXX-XXX-XXX”

You blinked. Then, without meaning to, you laughed. A short, sharp burst that echoed through the garage. It was ridiculous. Petty. So him. But the number in the corner, was hastily scribbled, like he hadn’t planned to leave it but changed his mind at the last second.

You stared at it for a moment longer, the laughter fading into something quieter. Something you didn’t quite want to name.

You weren’t friends. Never will be. You barely spoke outside of trading insults. And yet… he came back. Twice. Left snacks. Left a note with his number on it.

You moved to fold the paper but paused halfway. Unfolding the paper again you grabbed your phone and added a new contact. 

WOOYOUNG.

You heard a knock at the door. Chu and Yeosang had decided to come over for pre-drinks since none of you were driving to tonight’s race location. You opened the door slowly, leaning against the frame and striking a cringy, over-the-top seductive pose.

“Well, hello” you purred.

Yeosang let out a low whistle while Chu burst into laughter, practically shouting, “HOT!”

You decided tonight was the night to make an impression. It definitely didn’t have anything to do with how a certain black and blonde haired boy touched your waist a few weeks ago. Nope. Totally unrelated. You wore a black slouchy asymmetric mini dress that exposed your right shoulder, the flared long sleeves should give you coverage from the cold tonight. Paired with thigh-high boots scattered with buckles and gold jewellery which complimented your skin tone. Your hair, just above shoulder length, was styled in a flicked-out Agent Scully style. Retro, sharp, chic.

Since you weren’t racing tonight, your car still battered and bruised in the back of the garage, you had the rare luxury of dressing up and just having fun. No grease, no adrenaline. Just vibes.

“What’s got you so dressed up tonight?” Yeosang asked, raising a brow as he stepped inside.

You shrugged, pouring drinks with practiced ease. “What do you mean dressed up? I always look good.” You said it nonchalantly, hoping they wouldn’t press. If they caught on to why you were making an effort, for someone, something, you’d never hear the end of it.

Chu narrowed her eyes, already onto you. “Yeah, but this is different. You look so hot tonight. Like, this outfit is insane. I’m jealous.”

“I could never compete with your outfits though. Ever!” you say to Chuu. You felt heat rise to your cheeks. Not because you weren’t used to compliments from your friends, but because your brain had already started wandering.

Wooyoung. What would he think? Would he like it?

And just like that, your mind played a loud, obnoxious record scratch. Hold up. Don’t do that. You can’t. You won’t. STOP! You sick bitch!

If this were a sitcom, you’d be staring straight into the camera right now. Deadpan and unamused by your own lies.

You cleared your throat, trying to shake it off “Anyway,” you said, forcing a laugh, “who’s ready to get drunk and gossip?!”

Chu grinned “Only if we get to point and laugh at the guys who still think neon underglow is cool.”

Yeosang raised his cup with a smirk. “To chaos and questionable mod choices!”

You clinked glasses and backed your shots grateful for the distraction. Whatever was going on in your head, especially the part that kept circling back to him, needed to stop. Tonight was about friends, drinks, and talking trash about bad spoilers.

Yun-jin showed up with her boyfriend soon after, and the three of you crammed into the backseats, giggling and squishing into each other on purpose.

“So, what kind of races are happening tonight? Who’s racing?” you asked, curious if anyone was worth betting on. It was a habit, you never bet big, just enough to feel involved. The real money only came when you were behind the wheel.

“We’re headed to Itaewon,” Yun-jin’s boyfriend replied. “The industrial site just on the outskirts. Not sure about the full lineup, but I’m pretty sure Seonghwa and Jongho are racing. They hardly ever miss a race.”

He turned to Yun-jin with wide, excited eyes. “Plus, I’ll be racing too!”

“You’re gonna do so good, baby!” she cooed, practically glowing. Gross.

He looked back at the rest of you. “wanna come with?”

The three of you exchanged a glance.

“Yeeeaah, no thanks.” Yeosang said flatly. “Tagged along with you two once. Never want to see that again.” the couple shared a laugh.

Remembering vividly how Yeosang had described the experience. How the race felt less like a competition and more like foreplay between the two. You’d never seen him look so emotionally scarred.

You arrived at the location in just under an hour, and the moment the car stopped, you all piled out, laughing as you all stretch out, trying to get blood flow back into your legs.

Almost immediately, you were approached by Seonghwa, Wooyoung’s friend, though far more tolerable, this one decided to grow up a little. He looked like trouble and had one of the prettiest smiles you’d ever seen.

“Y/N! I’m so happy to see you here,” he beamed, flashing his grillz.

“Hey, Hwa. Long time no see,” you replied, smiling as he pulled you in for a hug by the waist. He smelled like sandalwood, musk, and spices. Warm and expensive.

As you pulled away, you suddenly felt like you were being watched. You glanced around, but no one seemed to be paying attention. You shrugged it off and turned your focus back to Seonghwa.

“How are you feeling?” he asked, his tone shifting to concern. “After the spin out? Glad to see you’re still standing.”

“Yeah, the car took the hit for me” you said with a pout. “She needs major work so I’m not racing tonight.” The disappointment in your voice was hard to hide.

“Well, if you need help fixing her up, you know where to find me.”

You gave him a grateful smile and a nod. “Thanks, Hwa.”

“See you around, Y/N” he said, glancing back at you once before heading off toward his friends.

“oh that was new!” exclaimed Chuu. “He was sizing you up, he was totally checking you out just then!” she pointed between you and him in dramatic fashion. Eyes widening as if to ask you if that’s why you made an effort!

“He was NOT!”……….“wait was he??” you smirk at her. “anyway it doesn’t matter, he doesn’t like me like that and I don’t want him” you scoff.

“if I was going to have a crush on anyone, it would be Jongho. WHICH I DON’T. to clarify. Just saying. He’s so handsome” while that was true, you hated the fact that Wooyoung was slowly consuming all thoughts you had. God if violence was legal you would’ve jumped him by now. “Oh I’m sure!” Chuu shouted sarcastically, as she started to also make a move to socialise.

Everyone had gone their separate ways for now, and you found yourself wandering through the lot, nursing a pretty strong drink and checking out the cars. One caught your eye. A 2013 Chevrolet Corvette Z06. At this point, it was practically a classic. Sleek, understated, and refreshingly unmodified. Someone clearly loved this car, and it showed. You spent a few minutes admiring it, running your fingers along the curves, snapping a couple of pictures.

You heard footsteps behind you. Assuming it was the owner, you turned around, ready to strike up a conversation.

But it wasn’t the owner.

It was Wooyoung.

You blinked, surprised. Was this his car? You knew he had a few, unlike you, who had your Nissan Silvia and a beat-up runaround for errands and work.

“Pretty car, right?” he said, breaking the silence.

“Is it yours?” you asked, turning your attention back to the Corvette.

“No.” His answer was short, no pleasantries, no explanation.

You frowned slightly. “Oh. Okay… so, can I ask why you’re here then?” You didn’t mean for it to sound rude, but maybe it did.

He exhaled sharply. “I wanted to see how you were.”

There was something in his voice. Hurt, maybe. Frustration too.

“Did you get the bag I left?” he asked.

You finally turned to face him fully. “Yeah. I was meaning to thank you for that.”

Truthfully, you’d been scared to message him. Confused by everything, your thoughts, your feelings. And maybe, just maybe, you’d hit your head so hard it knocked the hatred right out of you.

“I mean, a message would’ve been nice,” he said, huffing. “Why didn’t you call or something?”

“I mean… we’re not exactly friends,” you replied, trying to keep your voice neutral. He’d helped you, sure but that didn’t make you close.

“I at least wanted to know if you were okay,” he muttered.

“Look, I’m sorry. I should’ve called. Or messaged. I really did appreciate the stuff. Especially the gummies.”

Did I just apologize? To him? Yeah, you definitely hit your head.

He looked at you for a moment, maybe two, like he was trying to figure out what to do with that apology. Then he let out an awkward laugh, rubbed the back of his neck, and adjusted his cap.

You decided to change the subject.

“Did you see the rims?” you asked, nodding toward the Corvette. “They’re unreal. Whoever owns this knows what they’re doing.”

Wooyoung followed your gaze, hands tucked into his pockets. “Yeah, they’re nice. Not overdone. Rare to see that around here.”

You nodded, trying to focus on the car and not the awkward energy hanging between you. You fidgeted with your rings, suddenly hyper-aware of how close he was standing.

Then, out of nowhere, he laughed soft, almost under his breath.

“What?” you asked, glancing at him.

He shrugged, still smirking. “Nothing. Just… you get all serious when you talk about cars. It’s kinda cute.”

You froze.

He hadn’t meant to say that. It just slipped out.

And now you were beet red beside him. Thank god for blush, if you weren’t wearing any, he’d see exactly how much that comment got to you.

You turned back to the Corvette, kneeling down to pretend to study the rims again. Anything to avoid eye contact.

Cute? Since when did he say things like that?

He took a step closer, leaning down to get a better look at the car, placing a hand on your exposed shoulder for balance. His touch was light, his thumb brushing slow, absentminded circles against your tattooed skin.

You didn’t react at first, too focused on pretending to care about the rims. But then you felt it. The warmth. The pressure. The way his thumb moved like he wasn’t even aware he was doing it.

His gaze. Low, dark, lingering. He wasn’t looking at the car anymore. He was looking at you, like he was seeing something he hadn’t let himself see before.

“I didn’t know you had tattoos like that” he said quietly, unable to keep the thought to himself. You blinked, caught off guard. “Huh? Oh… yeah. I’ve got a few.”

He nodded, still staring. “Guess I never noticed. Spider lilies right?” you hum in agreement.

The air between you shifted. You felt it in the way he stayed close, in the way your skin buzzed beneath his touch. A faint tickle ran across your shoulder as the fine hairs stood on end. You swallowed hard, suddenly aware of how loud your heartbeat felt. You should say something. Step back. Break the moment.

But you didn’t.

And neither did he.

You finally turned to face him, and for a moment, neither of you said a word. His eyes flicked up to meet yours. “I don’t get you,” he said quietly, almost to himself. You raised a brow. “That’s mutual.”

He let out a breathy laugh, but it wasn’t mocking. It was tired. Honest. “I used to think you were just… loud. Annoying. Always trying to prove something.”

You crossed your arms, defensive. “And now?”

He hesitated. “Now I’m not so sure.”

You blinked, unsure how to respond. The Wooyoung you knew didn’t do vulnerability. He did sarcasm, competition, and petty one-liners. But this? This was something else. Before you could say anything, someone called his name from across the lot. He glanced over his shoulder, then back at you.

“I should go” he said, voice low. “But… I’m glad you’re okay.”

You nodded, heart thudding in your chest. “Thanks. For checking in and for the gummies.”

He smirked, the tension breaking just slightly. “Yeah, well. Don’t get used to it.”

Before he got up to leave, he reached up and gently brushed a stray piece of hair behind your ear. His thumb accidentally brushing your face. You just stared at him, eyes wide. you didn’t dare move, startled by his actions.

And with that, he left. Leaving you there confused. Well and truly gagged.

After reconvening with your friends and settling in to watch the final race of the evening, you were approached by Seonghwa again. He wore an amused expression, clearly enjoying whatever theory he’d cooked up in his head.

“Saw you getting all cozy with Wooyoung” he teased. “Since when was that a thing?”

You looked him dead in the eyes, unimpressed. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Turning away, you focused on the lineup of cars forming at the start. From the looks of it, Wooyoung was in the mix. Great.

But Seonghwa wasn’t done.

He stepped behind you, placing a hand on your waist and leaning in close, voice low and smug. “I didn’t know you were into the whole enemies-to-lovers vibe. If I had, I wouldn’t have been so nice.”

You didn’t need to see his face to know he was smirking.

You scoffed, spinning around to face him, eyes locked. “And I didn’t peg you as the type to fake a personality just to get into a girl’s pants. But clearly, that’s exactly who you are.”

You stepped in closer, just shy of his face, voice sharp and sweet. “Not like you had a chance anyway”

Then you turned on your heel, walking away with every ounce of untouchable hot-girl energy you could summon. Because even if he didn’t stand a chance, you weren’t above leaving him wanting more.

As you walked away with your head held high, heels clicking against the concrete like punctuation marks. You didn’t look back, not even once. But you knew he was watching. That was the point.

You settled in near the edge of the crowd as the final race of the night was about to begin. Engines revved, headlights cut through the dark, and the air buzzed with anticipation. You scanned the lineup for him again, and there he was. 

Leaning against his car, arms crossed, jaw set and taking one last drag of his cigarette before stomping it out. His usual cocky energy was there, but something about him looked different. Focused. Tense. Pissed off??? And when his eyes flicked across the crowd and landed on you. He didn’t look away. He’d seen the whole interaction with Seonghwa. He didn’t like the way you didn’t push him away immediately. He was jealous and he didn’t want to admit it, he couldn’t react because let’s face it, he had no right to.

Your stomach flipped.

Chuu nudged you with her elbow. “Okay, what is going on between you two?”

You rolled your eyes. “Nothing. Absolutely nothing.”

Yeosang snorted. “Yeah, sure. Then why is he looking at you like that?”

“Like what?”

“Like he wants you.”

You ignored them, eyes locked with Wooyoung’s for a beat too long. Then he turned, climbed into his car, and the moment broke.

Moments later, the flag girl dropped the flag and the race began with a roar, tires screeching, engines howling, and the crowd erupting. But you barely registered it. Your mind was still stuck on the way his thumb had brushed your skin and how he looked at you like you were the only person standing in the crowd. He looked at you like he was trying to figure you out and you hated that you wanted him to.

It had been about a while since the last race night, and work had finally slowed down. Just a few wrap jobs and tire changes here and there. With winter creeping in, the racing scene had started to quiet, mostly warehouse meets and the occasional drag race.

You’d finally had time to focus on your car. After waiting nearly a month for new parts to arrive, you could finally start restoring her to her former glory.

It was Sunday, the one day the shop was closed for admin and catch-up. So, you decided to use this time to your advantage. You were under your car, checking the exhaust repairs, when a sudden series of heavy taps to the left side of the car made you scream. Your legs even shook a little.

Sliding out quickly, expecting to see your brother, you were instead greeted by Wooyoung who was bent over in fits of laughter, barely able to breathe.

“Oh my god” you said, staring at him with a blank expression.

“You-you should’ve seen…your legs-your legs!” he wheezed between laughs, mimicking your startled reaction.

Mocking his laugh, you try to keep your face straight after. “What do you want?”

“I’m here to talk bets. Business” he said after calming down and raising an eyebrow. “I hope you didn’t forget our little arrangement?”

“No, I didn’t actually. But I was kind of hoping you did.” you scoffed, sliding yourself back under the car.

“Now why would I forget such a momentous triumph?”

“I don’t know. Maybe you’d feel guilty?” you called out from beneath the car.

“Nope. No guilt on my end. I helped you out, so my conscience is clear.”

“Well, the shop’s closed on Sundays. So come back during business hours.”

You heard him objecting, but you ignored him, focusing back on your work. If he wanted to talk today, he could wait. You weren’t about to drop everything, especially not for him.

You stayed under the car, pretending to ignore him in the hopes he would leave, but he didn’t leave. Instead, he wandered over to your workbench, picked up a rag and some tools and started poking around the engine bay like he belonged there.

You slid out from under the car again, brows raised. “What are you doing?”

He didn’t look up. “Helping. You clearly need it.”

You scoffed. “I don’t need help.”

“Sure” he said, wiping down a part with deliberate care. “also I’m bored. And you’re tolerating me, which is rare. So I’m taking the win.”

You rolled your eyes but didn’t stop him. The two of you worked in near silence, the occasional clink of tools and low hum of the radio filling the space.

Both of you were hunched over the engine now. He pointed out broken wires, loose bolts, anything that looked off. And you? You kept pretending he was wrong, brushing off his suggestions while quietly fixing each issue he mentioned. You were unaware to the fact that he’d caught on, and was now watching you with a smirk, arms crossed, thoroughly entertained.

“Pass me the socket wrench” you said.

His hand reached over yours, fingers grazing your knuckles as he handed it to you. You froze for a moment, slowly turning to look him through your lashes. You cleared your throat. “Thanks.”

“Don’t mention it.” he said, voice low.

By the time the sun had dipped low and the garage was bathed in amber light, you were leaning against the open shop door drinking a cup of tea, watching him finish up. He wiped his hands on a rag, then turned to make his way towards you.

“You’re getting there” he said, nodding toward the car. “She’ll be back on the road soon.”

You nodded, lips pressed together.

He stepped closer. “Sooo” you purposefully dragged it out to fill the awkward silence, your voice now soft and less guarded.

He looked at you for a long moment, eyes darker than usual, unreadable.

Then he stepped even closer, close enough that you could feel the warmth of him. His gaze dropped to your lips, then back to your eyes.

You didn’t move.

He reached out, slowly, like he was giving you time to pull away. His hand brushed your jaw, thumb grazing your cheek.

And then he kissed you.

It was gentle at first, like he was testing the waters, unsure of how you’d react. To his surprise, you didn’t pull away. You hummed softly, adding a touch of pressure in return. The kiss wasn’t long, barely a few seconds, but it was long enough to leave your knees feeling unsteady.

When he finally pulled back, his eyes searched yours, waiting for something. But you didn’t say anything.

You just smirked, turned, and walked back into the garage, leaving him standing there stunned.

What you really wanted to do right now was slide down the wall in full dramatic fashion, bury your head between your knees, and scream into the void. But the garage doors were wide open, and if he hadn’t walked away yet, he’d witness the entire performance front row.

So instead, you stood there like nothing happened. Pretending to sort through papers like your heart wasn’t racing. All you could think about was how good he was with his hands and how his kiss just rewired something in your brain.

You were cool. calm. collected. And that was a total lie.

Spring had settled in like a sigh of relief. The chill was gone, the streets were alive again, and the shop was buzzing with new projects. You’d thrown yourself into work, modding, tuning, restoring. Fixing your own car had become an obsession, something grounding while everything else felt like it was shifting.

Wooyoung had dropped off a Supra MK-4 after you had agreed finally work on his car after he returned a few days after the kiss. It was a stunning car. Visually, at least. He’d modded it himself, but you could tell his heart hadn’t been in it. Chrome finish, flashy but hollow. Just an engine swap and a few superficial tweaks. Nothing that screamed personality. Nothing that felt earned. 

He’d tossed you the keys with that usual smirk, followed by a vague “do your thing”.

Then he vanished off to Japan, like he always did during the winter. No explanation. No timeline. Just gone. This was routine for him but this time, something felt different. You didn’t feel the usual relief when he left. No breath of space. No quiet. Just a lingering weight in your chest, like something had been left unsaid. Unfinished.

You sent the first message. You’d sat there for way too long, staring at the screen, feeling ridiculous. “I need guidance and instructions for the car, and he doesn’t have my number.” You told yourself as you hover over the send button. After an hour of contemplation, you hit send.

Keeping it light you sent him an update on your car, you sent him a selfie style picture. You were in the corner holding up a cute peace sign with the unfinished car behind you.

Y/N: [Picture] she’s almost there! lacking a paint job but almost finished!

Wooyoung: wow didn’t think you’d ever message me ;) you look cute, and the cars not looking bad either.

You immediately wanted to scream. Your cheeks are flushed. You know it.

Y/N: you’re unbearable!!!!!!!

Wooyoung: and you love it.

Phone locked. Thrown across the room. Straight onto your bed.

Nope. Not today.

You felt a surge of excitement. After being sidelined from the wipeout and everyone doing their own thing while the season cooled off, the energy now was electric.

Your Nissan was looking better than ever. You’d installed a new track suspension and a 7-speed transmission, because she needed muscle. And to top it all off, you gave her the makeover she deserved. After seeing her stripped down to bare metal and carbon, you committed to the paint job of your dreams: Raspberry Chrome.

It came out flawless. Dreamy. People kept coming over just to compliment her. She’d made a full recovery and now, she was ready to burn out.

Now, the sun was dipping low, casting golden light across the lot. It was now spring and the scene was just picking up again. You were leaning against the hood of your car, cigarette in hand, passing it back and forth with Chuu. The two of you were dressed like you owned the place, well that’s at least what you told yourselves. Your outfit was hot. Layered mini skirts, a white skort and grey wrap around mini, baby blue tights, a sheer creamy white top that barely hid the baby blue bikini top underneath. Your bob flicked out perfectly, baby bangs that you had cut during the usual winter identity crisis were sharp. You’d committed to the bit, and you looked good.

“and so I told him, you need to fu-” Chuu was mid-sentence when you saw him. you’ll get the rest of the deets later.

Wooyoung. Not in his Nissan. In his '98 Honda Integra, low and loud, sleek and pearlescent white, pulling into the lot like he hadn’t been gone for months. You didn’t know he was back. He didn’t announce it. Just showed up, casual as ever, slipping into conversation with a few guys.

You froze for a second, cigarette paused between your fingers.

He looked different. Skin golden and tanned. Relaxed. But his eyes were scanning the lot, and when they landed on you, he stopped.

You didn’t smile. Didn’t wave. Just held his gaze, one brow raised, lips parted slightly like you were about to say something but didn’t.

Chuu leaned in, whispering, “Well, look who’s back.”

After that drunken girls’ night back in December, you spilled everything about what happened in the shop. Chuu, Yeosang, and Yun-jin had been dying to see what would happen next. And they hadn’t been subtle about it either the teasing was getting relentless.

You were too busy watching the way his eyes lingered. Not just on your face, but on the outfit, the stance, the cigarette between your fingers. Like he was trying to piece together everything he’d missed while he was gone.

Regret flickered across his expression. Leaving for Japan suddenly felt like a mistake. Because now, he was wondering what might’ve happened if he hadn’t. Would you even let him kiss you again? Had you decided to forget everything that happened between you?

After exchanging the usual greetings with his friends, he said something, nodded once, and started walking toward you.

And just like that, all the air in your lungs vanished. You suddenly felt nervous “What if I forget how to talk? Oh no, I have cigarette breath. Do I smell?” were the only things running through your head.

You didn’t even notice Chuu slip away until you heard her laughing like a giddy child. Snapping your head in her direction, you saw a small crowd of your friends had formed, clearly ready to witness the latest episode of The Y/N Show unfold. All of them were pretending not to look at you, suddenly fascinated by their surroundings when they caught your death stares. Yeosang was pointing at the sky like the sunset was the most riveting thing he’d ever seen, while Yun-jin held her chin thoughtfully, nodding along to whatever nonsense he was spewing.

Flipping them off, you turned your attention back to the now black-and-blue-haired boy approaching. You felt a tug in your lower abdomen.

He took up the space next to you, close but not close enough. Like he wasn’t sure where he stood… again.

“Sup, stranger” you said, trying to mask any emotion.

“Miss me? I know you did.” he replied, cocky as ever. He shifted his weight slightly, his right hand now close enough to reach you. In a pathetic attempt to test the waters, he used his pinky to lightly brush your squished thigh over your tights.

Your chest tightened, but you weren’t about to hand yourself over that easily.

“Hmm, now why would I miss someone who’s making me pay out of pocket to mod his car?” you said lazily, glancing at him with feigned disinterest. But a smile slipped through and he noticed.

Grinning wider than you’d ever seen, he jabbed you in the side with his elbow. “Ahhh, see? I knew my favourite girl would miss me.”

You choked mid-drag on the nearly burnt out cigarette, tears springing to your eyes. You tried to speak, but the words got stuck in your throat.

With the smuggest grin, he leaned in closer. “You look so fucking pretty when you cry” he murmured, brushing his thumb across your cheek to smudge the stray tears, then dragging it across your bottom lip, lip gloss now smeared across your skin and tainted with the taste of salt.

“I’ll be around tomorrow to check out the car” he said, then paused, eyes dragging over you slowly and deliberately.

“Oh, and your car’s looking pretty hot too” he added, voice dipping just slightly. “You should take me for a ride sometime… I want to hear what kind of sounds she makes.”

Your brain short-circuited. Every last brain cell clocked out for the day. You didn’t trust yourself to speak, so you just nodded.

And with that, he was gone.

Suddenly, you were hyper-aware of the prying eyes that had just witnessed your dignity unravel in real time. You could feel their stares, hear the barely contained laughter, and see the smug little smirks plastered across their faces. You were never going to live this down.

Chuu was already halfway to you. “You nodded?” she gasped. “That’s it? That’s all you gave him?”

Yeosang, ever the menace, chimed in from behind her. “Honestly, I’m disappointed.”

You groaned, flipping them off with both hands. “Can we not make this a group activity?”

Yun-jin didn’t even try to hide her amusement. “Too late. We’ve already started drafting the group chat recap.”

“I swear, two weeks ago you were screaming about how he ghosted you” Yeosang snorted. Wooyoung had failed to answer a series of questions and you took it personally. “And now? One look from those damn puppy eyes and you fold”

The teasing would live on for weeks.

There were a few races happening tonight, big hitters, big money, and even bigger heat as the police were out in full force tonight. There were also whispers of new racers and the word had spread fast: a couple of chaebols had rolled in, throwing cash around like they owned the place. Betting heavy, talking louder than their engines, and losing just as fast. They never learned and tonight was no different.

His eyes locked onto Hongjoong, friend since school and one of the sharpest racers on the scene. The kind of guy who could drift through a corner and still have time to check his hair in the rearview.

“Yo! What’s good?” Hongjoong grinned as they dapped each other up.

“I’ve been itching for this all week. Need to blow off some steam”

Hongjoong nodded, eyes scanning the lineup. “Track’s slick tonight. Cold air, tight corners. You ready?”

“Always.” Wooyoung smirked. “She’s tuned to kill. I’m not here to play.”

“Good” Hongjoong said, cracking his neck. “No mercy tonight. I want clean lines and dirty wins.”

They both turned toward the crowd gathering near the start line.

“Couple new faces” Hongjoong muttered. “Some rich kids with more money than skill. Should be easy.”

Wooyoung grinned. “Perfect. I’m in the mood to humiliate someone.”

Just then, a voice cut through the noise.

“You two talk a lot for guys who haven’t placed first in weeks.”

They turned. A racer leaned against his car, arms crossed, smirk sharp. His ride was loud, with an oversized spoiler, and a blue wrap that screamed ego.

Hongjoong raised a brow. “You lost? or just desperate for attention?”

The racer stepped forward. “Just making sure you know who’s taking the win tonight.”

Wooyoung chuckled, stepping closer. “Really now? If you’re lucky, I’ll let you see my taillights before you spin out.”

The tension snapped like a live wire.

The rich kid stepped forward, chest puffed, jaw tight clearly not used to being laughed at. Wooyoung had clearly touched a nerve. His crew flanked him, all designer jackets and borrowed bravado. One of them muttered something under his breath, just loud enough to be heard.

Wooyoung tilted his head, amused. “Huh you say something? Who the fuck are you anyway?”

Hongjoong didn’t even blink. He just leaned against the hood of his car, arms crossed, watching the scene unfold.

The rich kid squared up, fists clenched, eyes burning. “You think this is funny?”

Wooyoung let out a low laugh. “Oh, I know it is.”

Hongjoong joined in, his laugh sharp and slow. “You bring a tantrum to a street race and expect respect? That’s cute.”

The kid took another step, but Wooyoung didn’t flinch. Didn’t even move. Just stood there, grinning like the devil in a leather jacket.

“You really wanna do this?” Wooyoung asked, voice calm, almost bored. “Because I promise, you’ll lose twice tonight.”

Seonghwa, Jongho and the rest of their boys noticed the commotion, and closed in.

The rich kid hesitated. His crew didn’t move. He didn’t want to be the one first to swing, not against two guys who looked like they’d enjoy it.

Eventually, the kid scoffed and backed off, muttering something about “not worth it.”

Wooyoung turned to Hongjoong, still smirking. “You think he’s gonna cry in his McLaren later?”

“Only if he doesn’t stall it first,” Hongjoong laughed, pushing off the hood.

Hongjoong veered toward the bookie’s table, where a crowd was already gathering, cash in hand. “Put me down for ten grand,” he said coolly, tossing a folded stack onto the table.

Wooyoung followed, pulling out a wad of bills from his jacket. “Make mine fifteen. I’m feeling generous tonight.”

DK scribbled down the numbers, eyes darting between the two. “You boys sure?”

Wooyoung smirked. “We don’t bet to win. We bet to humiliate.”

The rich kid stepped up, scoffing. “Twenty grand. On me.”

Hongjoong raised a brow. “Oh look at that he’s got daddy’s wallet.”

Wooyoung leaned in, voice low and mocking. “Hope you kept the receipt for that McLaren. You might have to return it mate.”

DK locked in the bets. Standing up he shouts “Remember. Winner takes ALL. ALWAYS.”

Race night had officially begun. And now? It was personal.

The lineup was stacked. Tuned monsters, imports and drivers with nothing to lose. Wooyoung stood among them, calm and unreadable, leaning against his '98 Integra like he had all the time in the world.

The chaebols McLaren had more horsepower than sense, it would be unbeatable if they knew how to use it. Wooyoung didn’t say much, just climbed into his car, adjusted his gloves, and waited.

When the flag dropped, he launched like a bullet.

The crowd erupted as the cars tore down the strip, headlights slicing through the dark. Wooyoung’s Integra surged forward tight, fast, precise. The McLaren tried to keep pace, its roar echoing through the night, but Wooyoung was already pulling ahead, and Hongjoong wasn’t far behind.

Wooyoung shifted into third gear, the engine roaring louder as the RPMs climbed. He needed the speed. The course twisted ahead, leading toward the old abandoned parking garage, a relic of concrete and shadows, barely lit and half-collapsing in places. Most racers avoided it. Too risky. Too unpredictable.

But Wooyoung didn’t flinch.

With a sharp weight shift, he threw the car sideways, tires screeching as he drifted into the building. It was reckless and unnecessary, but he wanted to show off. He wanted them to watch.

The crowd gasped as the Integra disappeared into the dark structure, all that could be heard was sound of rubber on concrete and popping exhausts echoing like gunfire. For a split second, there was silence just the distant hum of engines and the collective breath held by everyone watching.

Then he burst out the other side, clean, fast, untouched.

Hongjoong followed seconds later, grinning like a madman, clearly enjoying watching his friend have his moment, Wooyoung had just stolen the show.

Picking up speed as the finish line came into view, Wooyoung felt the buzz surge through his veins. The adrenaline, the roar of the crowd.

He crossed the line with ease, then immediately threw the car into a tight donut, tires screaming against the concrete, burning rubber and leaving thick black marks in his wake. The crowd went wild with cheers, screams, laughter. Some were filming, others just losing their minds.

Coming down from the high, he brought the car to a stop, threw open the door, and stepped out like he owned the night. People rushed over, arms wide, dapping him up, hugging him, shouting congratulations.

Seonghwa and Jongho approached with matching shit eating grins. Hongjoong following shortly after.

“Fuck, bro” Hongjoong said, laughing while raising a brow. “You weren’t kidding, huh? I’ve never seen you drive like that.”

He wanted to ask questions. He HAD questions but he knew he couldn’t keep his mouth shut anyway. The truth would slip out eventually.

Jongho held up a duffel bag, practically bursting at the seams. “You made a stupid amount tonight. It’s fucked up how much money these guys throw around.”

Wooyoung laughed, breath still heavy. “They’ve got more money than sense.”

Chiming in from the side, smirking. “That’s rich coming from you.” Hongjoong scoffed, slapping him on the back. “Congrats, bro. Although I let you win.” He winked, clearly not serious.

They settled into easy conversation, the kind that only comes after a win. But just as the tension began to fade, the distant wail of sirens cut through the night.

“Shit! Let’s move out!” someone shouted.

And just like that, the crowd scattered, engines roaring to life, tires screeching, laughter turning into urgency. The night wasn’t over. It was just shifting gears.

You climbed into the driver’s seat, fingers gripping the wheel like a lifeline. The world narrowed to the track ahead. The flag dropped and you slammed your foot down.

The Nissan roared in response, tires shrieking against the pavement, engine purring with pleasure as you pushed it to its limit. Every gear shift rattled through your bones and every turn sent a shiver down your spine. The crowd blurred and the noise faded, it was just you and the road now.

You calculated your next move. The route was familiar: through the city, under the overpass, and out toward the countryside. You laughed, no way you were losing this.

Cruising at high speed, you approached town. You needed to remain focus, senses sharpened. One wrong move and you’d cause a scene and that kind of heat? Not what you needed. You tore past bystanders, some cheering, others disgruntled at the fact their streets were being used as a thrill-seeker’s playground.

Then you heard it.

Sirens.

“Well, this just got interesting.” you muttered, clutching the gearstick and shifting into third. “I NEED to get out of here.”

But you weren’t backing down. Not now.

The cops weren’t on you, probably chasing someone who got unlucky and flew past a patrol car. So screw it. You kept going.

Other racers surged around you, some were bailing and others like you, were hell-bent on finishing. Adrenaline surged. You pushed harder, the new suspension holding you tight as you screamed, “COME ON, GIRL, YOU GOT THIS!” and slammed the dash.

The finish line loomed. You poured everything into staying ahead.

120mph. You blasted past the crowd, crossing first.

You slammed the brakes, skidding to a stop, ready to pull into the crowd but the sirens caught up.

“EVERYONE MOVE OUT!” someone shouted over the music and pure chaos ensued.

With no hesitation, you were gone. Leaving your first-place winnings behind, it could wait.

You laid low in the shadows waiting for everything to die down, heart still racing and engine cooling. When the coast was clear, you slipped away and made your way home. You kept the lights off as you rolled through backstreets. The city was still buzzing behind you, sirens echoing. But out here, in the quiet veins of the suburbs, it was just you and the hum of victory.

You pulled into the dim alleyway by the shop and killed the engine. Silence. Your ears were ringing, you leaned back listening to your still playing radio and the rhythm of heart that still hammering, sweat cooling on your brow. You’d done it.

Then your phone buzzed. A message from DK:

“Cops swarming the strip. Lay low. Meet me at my safe-house whenever you’re ready to collect your winnings. You earned it.” 

You smirked. Damn right you did.

Inside your apartment, the adrenaline hadn’t worn off. You paced around, slowly peeling off your layers until you were left in just your underwear. You put on a black cotton short and a vest set, comfortable, free. The rush still buzzed under your skin.

You made your way down to the garage, to cool off in your safe space. It was dim, lit only by the amber glow spilling through the windows from the streetlights outside. You didn’t bother putting on any lights, you liked existing in the dark.

“Winning looks good on you.”

You let out a high-pitched scream, spinning around to locate the voice. That’s when you saw him lounging on the sofa like he owned the place. Way too comfortable.

“You scared the shit out of me” you said, walking toward him with a slow sway in your hips. Hey, it wasn’t a crime. You playfully shoved him before settling into the sofa beside him.

“What are you doing here?” you asked, confused. He’d said he was coming by tomorrow to see the car. "HOW did you get in?"

“I came to see you” he said, voice low. “And... the cops swarmed after my race. Thought this would be a good place to lay low.” ok so we're just completely ignoring my other question...cool.

“Ah, yeah. Same. They crashed us mid-race. Total chaos. But you know…” You tried to play it cool, though you wanted to gloat. “Wait? you raced tonight?”

“Uhhuh. Needed to blow off some steam” he said, trying to sound casual.

“I also came to drop this” he added, leaning to reach behind the sofa to grab a duffle bag. He placed it in your lap.

“Open it.”

You looked up at him, confused. “Woo if this is more gummies and energy drinks…” you laughed.

He caught the nickname. Something flickered in his chest, but he didn’t show it. He was serious.

You slowly unzipped the bag. You didn’t even get it halfway open before bills started spilling out, some crumpled, others neatly stacked and clipped.

“What the fuck is this?” you asked, eyes wide, heart thudding. You stared at him, unsure where this money had come from.

“My winnings. well, I kept some. but this is yours.”

“Wooyoung… that’s a lot of money for race winnings.” You couldn’t help but wonder what exactly he’d gotten upto tonight.

“High-stakes race. A bunch of cocky rich kids.” He shrugged.

You blinked, then laughed, half in disbelief. “What am I supposed to do with this? You’re joking right?”

“No. It should cover the cost of my car, yours, and give you some money to play with. Call it even. If it wasn’t for me, you wouldn’t have crashed that night.” His voice was low, but the guilt was clear. “Besides, it’s petty cash for me. This whole agreement? Just fun and games now.”

You looked at him. Then down at the cash scattered across your lap, the sofa, the floor. Then back at him.

Your pupils dilated. You couldn’t help but glance at his lips, the memory of his tear-soaked thumb brushing over yours now replaying in your mind. A tightness spread across your stomach.

He noticed. A cocky smirk tugged at his mouth. He leaned forward, closing the distance, teasing.

“What are you thinking about, huh?” he asked, tilting his head slightly.

“Nothing” you said, turning away but he gently grabbed your chin, guiding you back to face him.

You swallowed hard. Your heart was racing.

He was closer now, leaning into you. You let yourself sink slowly into the corner of the sofa.

“Are you thinking about me?” he whispered.

You shook your head, voice barely audible. “No.” LIES.

“Do you ever think about me?” he murmured, lips brushing your ear. You could hear the amusement in his voice.

You nodded. Yes.

Your head was spinning. The moment felt surreal like maybe you were lucid dreaming. 

You shifted slightly, trying to create space between the two of you but he took it as an invitation. Without hesitation, he moved in, using his knees to spread your thighs wider and settled between them. You were now pressed into the corner of the sofa, Wooyoung sitting upright, hands gripping your thighs. 

Silence hung heavy, broken only by the distant hum of the city outside. Your breathing was uneven. He looked down at you, eyes dark, studying the vulnerable expression you wore. The visual of you laying on top of cash he’d won drove him wild. You held his gaze, and he swore you were doing it on purpose.

“You don’t understand how bad I want you right now” he said, voice low and honeyed.

Your pulse quickened but this time, you were feeling it between your legs.

The chill you'd felt moments ago was gone, replaced by a slow burning heat that spread through your body. You didn’t hesitate.

“Please” was all that came out, desperate and whiney.

“Fuck… okay.” he breathed, before closing the distance and pressing his lips to yours.

This kiss wasn’t like the first one you’d shared months ago. It was raw, full of need. You hummed against his mouth, and he paused just for a second.

He pulled back, eyes searching yours. Then his hand came up, thumb brushing the corner of your lips with deliberate pressure. He dragged it across, pressing into your bottom lip and pressing down gently, making you part your mouth. He pushed his thumb past your lips and pressed it flat against your tongue.

He inhaled sharply. “Shit.”

Then he was back, kissing you harder. You whimpered, letting yourself fall completely into the cushions, forgetting the cash scattered beneath you. Wooyoung had claimed the space between your legs, hips pressing into your thighs as he shifted higher, giving you room to move.

The kiss turned frantic, teeth grazing, breath mingling, hands roaming and groping. You were a mess of soft sounds and aching need. You pushed up, desperate for friction.

“Ah, ah, ah…” he tutted, placing a firm hand on your hip and pressing you back into the sofa. “Not so fast, pretty. We don’t need to rush.” 

His grip tightened, and with one slow, deliberate movement, he rolled his hips into yours. You gasped, and he caught the sound with his mouth, kissing you through it.

You started to move with him, meeting his rhythm in a quiet plea for more.

“Aww, baby… you’re so needy,” he murmured, voice laced with amusement. His teasing tone had you dizzy, eyes rolling to the back of your head you let out an involuntary “hyyuughhh” type of sound. Which only egged him on more.

“please- please stop teasing” you moan breathlessly. Unable to handle the feeling anymore. You loved dry humping as much as the next person, but you wanted him so bad. You wanted to feel his hands against your skin. You were completely helpless, your body was making decisions for you.

“awwhh look at you, what is it?” he teases, using one of his hands to gently caress one of your thighs “what do you need”

“you, I need you” you whine, desperation clear in your voice.

Wooyoung felt a twitch in his trousers “fuck baby, say it again.”

“Woo please I need you, I need you so bad” your voice breathless and punctuating. You couldn’t handle much more teasing.

“yeah?” he smirked almost in disbelief.

He moved slowly, hands roaming with quiet intent. His touch traced the curve of your body, lingering at the waistband of your shorts. You felt the gentle tug of his fingers, the pause as he looked up at you, silent, asking for permission.

You lifted your hips in response.

He peeled the layers away with care, then leaned back slightly, eyes looking you over. You’re laying across the sofa, surrounded by the cash, which made his dick twitch. Your cheeks flushed, eyes wide and dazed, he was enjoying this side of you, not just the view, but the silence. The rare moment where you weren’t fighting or talking back. Just breathless. Still and oh so pretty when you look up at him like that.

You suddenly felt self conscious, it’s not like you’ve never been in this position before. But this was different, it felt new, confusing, and for some reason that made it all the more sensual. You turn your head away from him, squishing together your thighs to stop him from seeing anything, also remembering it’s been a while and let’s face it she was sporting a well groomed brush. 

“you sure you want this?” he looks concerned. But you can see in his eyes how much he wants you. And you want it too.

“sorry, I do. It just feels weird, 6 months ago I hated you. I think I’m just in my head” you’re being honest, your body wants to open up to him but your brain is telling you no. 

“we can take it slow, stop whenever you want” and you can tell he’s serious, this was a whole new side of him you were seeing. Someone caring, thoughtful and respectful.

You didn’t say anything else. Instead, you grabbed his shirt and pulled him in for a kiss. This time, you were confident. You kissed him slow, painfully slow, dragging your tongue across his bottom lip, asking him, pleading to let you in. But he doesn’t, he just lets out a small laugh into your mouth, teasing. You let out a pathetic whine, unimpressed.

You tried again, this time grinding upward, and that was enough to short-circuit both your brains. He parted his lips, letting you in. The kiss was hot, nasty, and messy. like you were both trying to memorize each other. Wooyoung parted from your lips, moving and you let out a small cry, sad it was over. But sure enough, moments later he was pressing small kisses over your body, lips brushing the inside of your thighs.

“you’re so soft baby.” He says while grinning. He blows against your core, the rush of cool air made you jolt, hips lifting involuntarily. “it’s okay I’ve got you”. 

He starts drawing small circling over your clit. You melted into him, breath hitching, body responding to every gentle stroke and kiss.  Suddenly you felt two fingers slowly push past your entrance. A gasp ripped from your lips.

“You can take it. That’s it. Good girl” each praise sent a pulse straight through your core, dragging you closer to the edge. He was curling his fingers and moving at the perfect rhythm, arching off the sofa, you let out a gut wrenching moan. You felt sparks shoot from your tummy and down your legs, the burning sensation warning you, telling you you’re close. You clung to him, fingers tangled in his hair, tugging hard. It was the only thing grounding you. You were on the brink of ecstasy, Wooyoung removed his mouth from your core, coming back up to press kisses across your neck, lips, face… anywhere he could reach. “mhmhpp woo please” you whimper.

“shhh baby” he purred, enjoying the affect he’s having on you. “you’re doing so well. You’re so pretty like this”

You could feel his free hand teasing at the neckline of your vest, tugging it gently, freeing your breasts. He took one in his mouth and began sucking, but only for a moment before pulling away, leaving it slick with his spit. But he wasn’t done, he moved straight to toying with them, pulling and pinching. You were a mess of moans and incoherent words. The burning throughout your lower half getting more violent.

You barely had time to form the words, breath catching in your throat. “Woo- I’m…”

“hold on, that’s a good girl. Hold off for just a little longer” 

“I can’t- please-I’m” But your voice faltered.

He moved down your body, giving your thighs a kiss before attaching his mouth to your core again. You gasped, hastily searching for something to grab. You ended up fisting a bunch of cash and a handful of his hair, this caused him to moan against you and that was it.

A high pitched “Woo-” was all you managed before a string of nonsense fell from your lips. A gasp for air and a moan tore from your throat followed by a gush between your legs. You came. Eyes snapping shut, you were blissed out and unaware of the mess you made.

When you finally came to, breath still shallow, you were met with the sight of a cocky man who was now sat spread across your sofa by your feet. He was wide-eyed, stunned, and clearly impressed.

“Fuck, Y/N” he breathed, voice low and wrecked.

His gaze dropped to his hand, slick and trembling, then back to you. Blissed out, flushed, and barely able to hold his stare. The disbelief in his expression was almost comical.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to” you blurted, sitting upright, instinctively searching for something to clean up the mess you’d made.

But he caught your wrist, firm and steady. “Yes you did.” he said, voice low and proud. There was no shame in his tone, just satisfaction.

Your cheeks now red. “I… um” you stammered. He was right.

He pulled you into his lap, wrapping his arms around you and pressing a soft kiss to your temple. The warmth between you lingered. His thumb brushed over your wrist where he’d caught you, slow and absentminded. You both sat like this for a while, you were enjoying the feeling of being wrapped up in his lap. It felt safe.

He glanced toward the window, noticing the sun was starting to rise, then back at you. “Look, I’ve gotta go.” A pause. “I’m not trying to bail, but you know how it is.”

You did. Loose ends with cash needed to be tied up with DK. You needed to do the same. And with the cops sniffing around, things could get complicated fast.

“I’ll be back in afternoon, okay?”

But it doesn’t mean you weren’t fuming. It didn’t matter that you hadn’t slept together. He didn’t get to touch you like that, make you feel like that, and then just walk out like it meant nothing.

“Sure, whatever” you snapped, getting up and pulling on your shorts, you turn away from him. The walls you’d let down moments ago were already rebuilding, brick by brick.

His eyes tracked you, lingering as you covered yourself. He looked like he wanted to step forward, say something, do something, but he hesitated. And then chose not to, not wanting to make things worse.

“See you later, okay… baby?” he said softly, testing the waters with the pet name. Surely you couldn’t stay mad if he called you baby… right?

WRONG.

“Yeah. Bye.” You ushered him toward the door, and once he’d stepped through, you slammed it shut behind him, hoping it would hit him on the way out.

Unfortunately, it didn’t.

After tossing and turning, you barely slept. Maybe an hour, tops. The combination of anger, hurt, and the burning still present between your legs, all keeping you awake.

By morning, you needed air. And caffeine. You took yourself to your favourite coffee shop, it was quiet and familiar. The spring sun was a blessing, casting a soft glow over the damp pavement. You let it warm your face as you walked, sipping your coffee slowly.

You arrived back at the garage with a tray of coffees and a box of pastries for the crew. The walk had given you time to think, to breathe, to sort through the mess in your head.

And you came to a conclusion.

You needed to punch him. Straight in the gut, hard enough to make a point. Maybe even hit up those Etsy witches and curse him with a lifetime of limp dick. Yeah perfect, that’s PERFECT. Okay, maybe that was a bit much. You were probably blowing things out of proportion.

But still… it hurt. Being left like that. Like you didn’t matter.

You’d spent the first few hours of the day doing the finishing touches on his car. You’d already installed the new kinetic dampeners, upgraded the engine to a Turbocharged 2JZ-GTE and installed a new clutch to give him a half-second edge in acceleration. And finally, what you were most proud about, the spray job. A silky black base layered with a blue and green duo-chrome finish that shifted under the light like oil on water. You had decided against wrapping as it wouldn’t do the car justice. And as much as it pained you to admit, you actually enjoyed working on his car.

You wiped your hands on a rag, staring at the car like it owed you something. You were mad. Still. But you understood. That didn’t mean you forgave him. By the time afternoon rolled around, you were under the hood, finishing the last calibration when you heard the familiar sound of boots on concrete.

You didn’t look up.

You hear a low whistle… “wow you really put in the work didn’t you. I can’t believe this is the same car”

You didn’t bother to reply. "it looks sick, you did an amazing job" even after praise, you said nothing.

“I said I’d come back.” Wooyoung said, voice quiet.

“You did” you replied, still focused on the wiring. “Didn’t say I’d be happy about it.”

He stepped closer, watching you work. “You finished it?”

Sliding out from underneath it. you nodded. “She’s faster. Smarter. Meaner. Just like you.” A subtle dig at him, you wanted it to hurt.

But he just smirked, and you didn’t give him the satisfaction of a smile.

“Let’s take it for a spin.” 

You lifted your brows slightly. “You sure?” but it came out more like a “you can’t be serious right now”

“yeah, lets go” he said, eyes wide with excitement.

“No...” you said. Grabbing the keys. “But I do need to feel something that doesn’t piss me off. So sure why not.”

On the road.

The city blurred past, from the greys and blues of city life to the greens and browns of the country side. He drove fast, but not reckless, the engine growling beneath you. You were sat in the passenger seat, watching him with that unreadable expression.

“You’re mad.” he said. 

“No shit.” 

“Don’t be like that.” He sounded fed up. You gripped the sides of the seat. He exhaled, frustrated. “I showed up, didn’t I?”

“Don’t act like showing up fixes everything.” 

He sighed, jaw tight. “I didn’t mean to mess it up.” 

“but here we are.” 

He paused, eyes searching yours. “you act like I planned to hurt you.”

You didn’t respond after that.

Silence stretched between you, thick with tension.

He pulled into a quiet overlook, the city sprawling glowing under the setting sun. The engine hummed as he parked, hands still on the wheel.

“I didn’t leave because I wanted to” he said. “I left because I had to.”

You turned to him, eyes sharp. “I know. But it doesn’t mean it didn’t hurt.”

“then let me fix it. I can’t if you won’t let me.”

You looked at him for a long moment, the anger slowly fading. Dulled by the way he was looking at you. Like he meant it. You didn't want to be mad anymore.

Your hand moved first, brushing his knuckles. He turned toward you, hesitant, hopeful.

His hand moving to brush a stray hair to behind your ear.

And then you leaned in. Pouting your lips and sporting a frown, as if you were asking for an “I’m sorry” kiss. He took the hint.

The kiss was gentle. No heat, no rush. Just quiet forgiveness. A silent agreement to try again.

When you pulled back, his forehead rested against yours.

“I’m still mad” you whispered. “I know, I’m sorry” he said, smiling faintly “But you kissed me anyway.”  he couldn't help himself.

It’s been a few weeks since that night, and things have been pretty consistent but different. You and Wooyoung message more now. He takes you on late-night cruises through the city in the Supra and the Integra, and you’ve even started showing up to hangouts together. Mingling your friends with his. Outside of race nights and the occasional kickback, nobody really knew each other all that well, but it was starting to feel natural.

You’d kissed a few more times since then. Nothing more. 

Tonight, everyone was at a warehouse party thrown by DK, who’d extended the invite last week when you went to collect your winnings. The place was packed and sweaty, the music loud and chaotic. DK, of course, was also the DJ, spinning a mix of rap and dance tracks that had the walls vibrating.

You and your friends had dressed up for the occasion, going all out in matching fits, leathers and silvers. You wore an acid-wash leather bustier with buckles and lace-up details, paired with a long black sheer pencil skirt. It was see-through enough to tease, and underneath you had on the cutest pair of black knickers that had a tiny pink bow detail. But you’d have to be close enough or staring to catch that detail. You finished the look with pointy kitten heels, practical enough to keep your feet from dying halfway through the night.

Tiny bag in hand and surrounded by your gang of equally hot friends, you felt unstoppable.

You were in the smoking area, chatting like nobody was listening.

“Get me a fucking drink!” you shouted, giddy, turning to your friends.

“I’m gonna get fucked up and kiss somebody” Chuu declared.

“Yeah, not us this time though” Yeosang teased. Your friend group had a thing for getting drunk and kissing each other. It never got complicated and it was always fun, just a few sloppy kisses and playful gropes in the club.

“What we need to do” Yeosang said, lighting up “is get Y/N drunk so she finally spills the deets on Wooyoung.”

You froze. You hadn’t told them anything. All they knew was you guys were sort of friends now. You were too scared to. Because, let’s face it you didn’t know where you stood. You hadn’t really slept together. But you wanted to. Did he? If he did, he hadn’t made a move. That night in the garage had left you confused.

“Guys, I don’t have anything to tell” you lied, eyes darting.

“Sure, babe” Yun-jin said, locking eyes with you. “I see the way he looks at you now, like he can’t wait to get his hands on you again.”

Your cheeks burned, half from embarrassment, half from the butterflies in your stomach. The images replayed in your head, making you feel faint.

“SEE! I knew something happened!” she shouted.

“SPILL NOW” Yeosang demanded, pulling a fresh cigarette from the box and lighting it. “Wait-okay, now spill” he added dramatically.

“Fine!” you groaned. “Remember the last meet? When the cops came? He came by the garage to lay low. I had no idea! Don’t ask.”

You looked down at your feet, already cringing at what you were about to say.

“He came by to drop off the cash he won-”

A sea of gasps cut you off.

“Let me finish! He had done the abandoned garage track that night. And won!”

“Why are you telling us this part? I don’t care, girl. get to the juice!”

“Okay, okay! He may or may not have gone down on me… while I was laying on said cash.”

“OH MY GOD.” “NO WAY.” “THAT’S HOT.” “YOU’RE LYING.” “DID YOU GUYS FUCK?”

You could barely make out what anyone was saying over the chaos. You were laughing so hard you couldn’t breathe.

“Okay, now you know” you said between giggles. “Can we please go inside and get a drink?”

They couldn’t believe what they heard.

Back in the warehouse the walls were vibrating with bass, bodies moving like waves under strobe lights. DK was in his element behind the DJ booth, shirt half-unbuttoned, sunglasses on. The air was thick with sweat, smoke, and an oddly pleasing mix perfume and cologne.

Wooyoung had arrived with Hongjoong, Seonghwa, Jongho and the rest of the crew. They’d all smoked earlier, and it showed in the way their eyes were red and low-lidded.

They all resided in a corner for now, chatting and enjoying time together before they headed off to do their own things. He leaned against a pillar near the dance floor, watching.

And there you were.

Dancing with your friends, laughing, glowing under the lights. That acid-wash leather bustier clung to you like it was made for your body, and the sheer pencil skirt left just enough to the imagination. You moved like you didn’t care who was watching.

Guys tried their luck. One after another. A hand on your arm, a lean-in whisper, a cocky smile. You didn’t even flinch. Just gave them a look, sharp, dismissive. With a roll of your eyes, you waved them off, not interested in some sweaty guy who probably didn’t bother brushing their teeth before coming here. You weren’t here for them.

Wooyoung’s jaw flexed. He didn’t say anything. Just watched.

“She’s gonna catch you staring.” Hongjoong said, nudging him with his elbow. “I bet she can feel you looking.”

Wooyoung blinked, snapping out of it just enough to glance at his friends. Seonghwa was smirking, arms crossed, clearly enjoying the show.

“What’s going on between you two anyway?” Seonghwa chimed in, sipping from his drink. “She’s been around a lot lately. You seem to like it. Even bring her places now.”

“Yeah,” Jongho added, raising a brow. “You don’t do that unless it’s something.”

Wooyoung rolled his eyes, but the corner of his mouth twitched. “It’s not like that.”

“Sure” Hongjoong said, dragging out the word. “But you’re watching her like she’s the only one in the room.”

Wooyoung didn’t respond. He just exhaled slowly, eyes drifting back to you.

“She’s just… different now.” Wooyoung muttered, almost to himself.

“There it is!” Jongho laughed.

“Nah” Seonghwa said, shaking his head. “She’s always been like that. You just didn’t notice bro.”

Jongho snorted. “Now look at you. All soft and obsessed.”

“I’m not obsessed” Wooyoung said, rolling his eyes.

“Right” Hongjoong teased. “She’s popular tonight” he added, nodding toward the dance floor.

“Yeah, she’s giving out dirty looks like party favours” Jongho laughed. “Be careful, bro. She’s got options.”

Wooyoung didn’t respond. Just exhaled slowly. Then he pushed off the pillar and made his way through the crowd.

 You notice him immediately, you shoot him a wink, calling him over. He laughs and points at himself. “me?” he mouths.

You widen your eyes, tilt your head, and nod, making yourself look as cute and innocent as possible. He doesn’t hesitate. He weaves through the crowd, slipping behind you on the dance floor. His hands don’t touch you…yet. His voice is low in your ear, warm and teasing.

“You look dangerous tonight” he murmurs. “You make all this effort for me?”

You smile without turning around, swaying your hips just a little more deliberately.

You turned slightly, smirking. “Maybe. You gonna do something about it?”

Copying you, in a faux innocent voice “Maybe.” He leaned in closer, breath brushing your neck. “That skirt’s illegal. And that bow? You’re trying to kill me.”

You laughed, rolling your eyes, but your heart was thudding now. His presence was magnetic. You didn’t want it to end.

You swayed your hips, still dancing with your friends, but now you were well aware of who was behind you. He’s holding your hips now, applying enough pressure to pull you back into him. His face dipped into the curve of your neck, lips brushing skin as he whispered between kisses.

“You’re killing me” he murmured. “You look so good like this, baby.”

It was driving you wild. You could feel him pressing against your backside. You almost lost your balance when he leaned in closer, voice low and raspy.

“Can you feel that?” he breathed. “That’s all you.”

“You wanna take this somewhere quieter?” he asked. “My car’s around back.”

You didn’t answer right away. You turned to look at him, then you nodded.

“Let’s go.”

He took your hand, guiding you through the crowd. No one stopped you. Your friends just laughed and waved you off, knowing exactly what was happening. On the way out, you caught a glimpse of Chuu glued to the side of a stunning black-haired girl, you’d ask about that later. And in the corner, Hongjoong and Seonghwa were looking suspiciously cozy. Hmmm. Maybe one day you’d dare to ask.

Outside, the Supra waited. The night wasn’t over, not even close and you couldn’t wait.

You both reached the car, wasting no time he pushed you up against the trunk. Attaching his lips to yours, you open your mouth for easy access almost immediately, tired of months and months of tension and wanting to remain within boundaries. Both of you either fuelled by alcohol or weed, all consideration went out the window and now the only thing either of you could think about was the other. Having a full blown make out session for the whole world to see, you feel excited, a new feeling taking over as you don’t feel conscious at all. Let them watch, you wanted everyone to know. You felt possessive over him.

He pulls away for a moment, to catch his breath but to also take in your image. Your lipstick was now everywhere and your lips were puffy and pink. He needed you, wanted you more than anything. Coming in to kiss you again, you part your lips slightly, before his tongue could make it in your mouth you took it between your lips and started sucking.

This sent him spiralling, pulling away from you quickly. “Get in the car.” was all he said. 

You just giggled, opening the back door, there was no intention of anyone driving this car. Bending over and giving your butt a wiggle you crawled into the back, but all your smugness was replaced with shock when you felt a firm smack on your ass. You gasp “hmm you’re a brat, good to know” 

The Supra’s interior was dim, tinted windows cloaking you both in shield of privacy, broken only by the distant thump of bass from the warehouse.

He climbed in after you, shutting the door with a soft click, the world outside had been sealed off. 

You shimmied out of your skirt, knowing it would only get in the way. The sheer fabric slipped off easily, exposing just how cute your undies were, the little pink bow sitting pretty, taunting him. You wore them in the hopes he would like them.

He leaned in, using his hands and body to guide your legs further onto the back seats, rubbing your thighs as he settled between them. Laid out missionary-style in the cramped space, it was a tight fit but you’d make it work. One hand braced beside your head, the other brushed your jaw.

You leaned in, closing the space between you, and kissed him low, deep, and nasty. His hand slid to your waist, pulling you closer, and you shifted beneath him. His lips trailed down your neck, murmuring things you couldn’t quite catch but his breath sent a hot feeling right through you. His hands roamed and yours tangled in his hair, tugging just enough to make him groan. You used the grip to tilt his head, kissing his neck from below.

Your hands began to explore, slipping under his shirt, tracing the lines of his body. You realised you’d never actually felt him like this. The warmth of his skin made you woozy, intoxicated by the sensation. You lifted his shirt, exposing his stomach, and looked up at him with wide eyes.

“I can see you drooling” he teased, grabbing the hem of his shirt and biting it, holding it in his mouth to keep his body on full display.

Instead of firing back, you just ran your hand slowly down his abs, watching him shudder under your touch. You felt powerful.

You moved to unbuckle his belt, catching his gaze, shirt still in his mouth. Without warning, you finished opening the belt and unbuttoned his trousers, prompting him to shift and help slide them down his legs. You grabbed the waistband of his boxers and freed him.

With a firm grip, your warm hand wrapped around him.

“Hhmppph, Y/N,” he groaned, voice muffled by the shirt still clenched between his teeth.

You started to pump him slowly. He let out small whimpers, lips now pressed to your neck, struggling to keep himself steady in the tight space. You picked up the pace and could feel him faltering, too lost in the feeling of your touch.

So he stopped what he was doing and pulled you with him.

You climbed into his lap without hesitation.

With your legs settled at his sides, everything felt more comfortable now. Looking down at him, you took his face in your hands, cupping it like he was something precious, then leaned in to give him a soft, tiny kiss.

He placed one hand on your hip, the other slipping between your bodies. Slowly, he pulled your underwear to the side, but not before pausing to play with the little pink bow. “Pretty” he murmured, voice low. His pupils were blown wide, and the way he swallowed hard told you he was holding back.

He slid his fingers through you, groaning at the sensation. Your hips bucked involuntarily. Taking that as a request for more, he slipped his fingers inside you with ease.

“You’re so wet, baby” he whispered, placing his free hand on your face, his grip firm, holding you in place so you couldn’t look away. “Gonna be a good girl for me and make a mess?” His gaze was taunting.

You moaned, eyes rolling back, the feeling of his fingers thrusting into you sending goosebumps across your skin. You couldn’t control the noises that escaped you, you could feel the tension building, close to the edge. “ughhh don’t stop-” you whimper. 

“come for me baby” he wanted to see you fucked out again. He’d been dreaming of it ever since that night.

You needed no encouragement, you let out a loud moan, straight from the chest and came.

“there is it, that’s my girl” His hand and lower half now soaked, he continues his coaxing motion, wanting more. You throw you head back, overstimulated. Unable to make any noise, your lungs stopped working. You reach down to grab his hand to stop him. 

He laughs “awhh poor thing, is it too much?”

“More” is all you managed to get out. You glanced up, eyes wide and pleading, silently asking for permission. He didn’t hesitate. Taking over, he lined himself up and slowly pushed in, bottoming out with a breathless, “Fuck-” that sent shivers down your spine.

You saw stars with the stretch, your body arching back, using the front seats as leverage, he began to move. He wanted you to feel every inch, to remember the way he felt.

But you needed more.

You started to meet his thrusts, urging a faster pace. Sweet and tender could wait. Tonight, you wanted everything. “Woo- please, I need you. All of you” you moaned, burying your face in his neck. You set the rhythm, bouncing faster, your breath coming in short, desperate whimpers against his skin.

“You can’t keep making noises like that” he groaned, voice strained. “Shit, I won’t last.”

Frustrated by the lack of control, he gripped your hips and began thrusting up into you, harder, deeper. Your head fell back, mouth parted in a silent cry. His hands roamed your body, tugging at your top, trying to free you from it. You guided him to the zipper, breathless.

“Woo, please… touch me” you begged, needing to feel him everywhere.

“I will, princess. You fuck me so well” he groaned, voice breathy and low. “I’ll give you everything you want.”

His pace picked up, hips snapping harder as he buried his face in your chest, lips closing around a pointed nipple. The sudden stimulation made you gasp, almost scream. But he was quick to hush you.

“Ahh, you’re so noisy” he whined, bringing a hand to your mouth and slipping two fingers between your lips. You accepted them gladly, the intrusion driving you wild.

“ugh girl’s drooling” he murmured, still thrusting into you. With firm pressure in his fingers, he guided your head down, and you followed, eyes locked on his. He leaned in, tongue flicking out to catch the drool dripping from your chin.

Your walls clenched around him instantly. He felt it.

“Oh, you like that, huh?” he smirked.

You moan around his fingers, unable to form words, your body trembling. Your movements became staggered, no longer able to meet his rhythm.

He pulls his drool covered fingers from your mouth, then slowly traces them across your lips, smearing the spit around like he’s marking you, savouring the mess you’ve made together. "I think- I’m- gonna come” you gasped, voice muffled and desperate.

“yeah? eyes on me baby” You look. His smug cocky attitude was going to send you over the edge.

“Come for me.” His voice was deadpan, commanding. With a few more erratic thrusts, your body gave in, pleasure hitting it’s peak, trembling on top of him.

“Fuuck- fuck,” he groaned, voice breaking as he followed seconds later, hips stuttering as he spilled into you.

You both stayed there, tangled and breathless, riding out the last pulses of pleasure with slow, gentle grinding. His head rested on your chest, rising and falling with each of your breaths. You ran your fingers gently through his hair, and he traced soft circles over your back. You let yourselves sink into the post-orgasm bliss.

“That’s got to be the best sex I’ve ever had” he laughed into your chest, still trying to catch his breath.

“Mmhmm” you murmured, barely able to speak. Your body felt heavy, spent. He shifted, lifting his head to look at you. Your eyes were sleepy, cheeks flushed, lips parted just slightly and he was in awe.

“You okay?” he asked softly.

“Yeah, just tired now,” you whispered, pushing him back gently so you could rest your head on his shoulder, closing your eyes.

He chuckled, brushing a hand down your spine. “As much as I enjoyed my time inside you, I think it’s time to get you home… and cleaned up.”

He helped guide you off his lap, trying and failing not to look at the mess between your thighs. His release was still dripping down your legs, and though he tried to be respectful, he was just a man. And the sight was impossible to ignore.

“You don’t understand how bad I want to do that again,” he muttered, half to himself, running a hand through his hair. “I need to get you home. It’s for the best.”

You just laughed, grabbing your skirt and using it to clean up what you could before fixing your underwear. He fixed himself up, adjusted his clothes, and climbed into the driver’s seat.

The drive home was quiet. You rested, curled slightly toward the window. He took the long way, slow residential roads, no rush. The glow of the streetlights lit up your features, highlighting the curve of your cheek, the softness of your lips, the way your lashes fluttered with each breath.

He glanced at you, heart tugging.

I don’t want to let her go. Ever. Don’t mess this up. he thought, fingers tightening slightly around the wheel.

The party was much more than you expected. Half the guys were topless and half the women were draped over them like whores. Actually you couldn’t really say anything, you’d found yourself eyeing one man particularly nearly the whole night.

He was absolutely wasted. He kept jumping on the tables to rap with whatever song was playing, trying to hype everyone up with barking, throwing back shots like it was water. You kept stealing glances, slowly making your way closer in hopes of him bumping into you.

Which he did, quite literally. He jumped off one of the tables, running to the kitchen to likely get another bottle. He wasn’t paying attention, and you were too busy daydreaming to move. He crashed into you and you both tumbled to the floor. Your drink spilled on the both of you, soaking your shirt and glistening on his chest.

“Oh fuck! Sorry, I didn’t-“ he started, but then his eyes locked on yours. “Damn, you’re sexy.”

Helping you back up to your feet, he let his gaze wander over you appreciatively. His hand lingered on your waist, keeping you close. He scanned the room, probably to see if you were with anyone.

“I'm alone.”

That’s exactly what he wanted to hear.

“Not anymore, let me get you a new drink,” he said, his hand sliding around your back and pulling you closer.

Up close to him, you couldn’t resist the temptation to admire him. His chest was bare and toned, his abs glistened because of the alcohol dripping down his honey skin. Your eyes kept going back to his pecs, his nipples hard from the cool air.

“So, what made you come to a party by yourself, gotta be lonely, hm?” he asked, snapping you out of your trance.

“I was hoping to meet someone knew.”

“Lucky me then,” he said. "I’m Mingi. What's your name, sexy?"

His voice was deep and husky, his accent thick and heavenly to listen to. Your dirty mind wondered how thick he was elsewhere, your eyes drifting to the tantalizing trail of hair disappearing under his Calvin Klein waistband.

"Your name?" he asked again, raising his brows. "Or you don't know it?"

You shook your head, getting yourself out of the trance he put you in. You said your name and he hummed, a smirk tugging at his plump lips.

“Ooo, I like that,” he said. A shiver ran down your spine at the way he said it.

He grabbed you a cup and filled it up nearly to the brim, handing it to you and then repeating for himself. He drank it down, his adam's apple bobbing enticingly with each swallow. You gaze followed his neck, right back to his pecs.

“You wanna feel em?”

You snapped your eyes back to his, a heated blush rising to your cheeks. He knew you’d been staring at him all night, and the way you were practically drooling over his body was incredibly arousing for him.

“W-what?”

He backed you up against the wall, bracing one hand beside your head while he took another swig. He leaned down close to your ear, whispering huskily.

“Do you wanna touch me?”

Next thing you knew, you were on the couch, sitting in his lap with your lips on his pecs. You kissed him softly, your tongue sticking out to taste the alcohol soaking his skin.

His big hand held the back of your head, pushing you harder against his chest. His free hand was shoved down his pants, stroking himself lazily in time with your little suckles. He bit down on his juicy lips, watching you with lust in his dark eyes.

“You’re such a slut, aren't you?” he whispered. “Grinding on my leg like a bitch in heat where everyone can see, sucking on my chest like a little kitten.”

You trembled on his thigh, the rough material of his jeans giving a delicious friction even through your panties. They were soaked through, clinging to your folds like a second skin. You knew someone had to see you, hell there were probably several people who saw you, but fuck it made it so much hotter.

His hand on the back of your head fisted your hair, giving a slight tug.

“You going to answer me?” he whispered darkly.

“Yes,” you said, too busy chasing your own pleasure to remember what he said.

“Yes what?” he asked, tugging your hair harder.

“Ahhh, yes sir,” you whimpered.

He scoffed, his hand slid from your hair to your throat and squeezed just enough to make your head spin. A fuzzy sensation swirled in your brain, your eyes rolling back and a shy moan passing through your parted lips.

“Cute, but that’s not what I want to hear. I want you to tell me how much of a slut you are. How your pussy is clenching around nothing because I’m letting you lick the booze off my skin.”

His voice was like a sinful velvet in your ear, his hot breath carrying the scent of alcohol while sending goosebumps across your skin and shivers down your spine.

“I’m a slut for you,” you said breathlessly.

He released his grip on your neck, dragging his tongue over the shell of your ear.

“That’s a good girl,” he cooed, a stark contrast to the way he degraded you.

He lips seared your skin, trailing a fiery path down to your collarbone. You couldn’t help but moan out, rubbing yourself harder against his thigh. As soon as he let you, you ducked your head back down to taste his sweet skin. Whether it was the alcohol or just the way he tasted, you didn’t know. But fuck did it make you feel drunk, and God did it get you so wet.

“Taste s’good,” you mumbled.

“Yeah? You like it?” he asked, a cocky grin spreading on his face. “You want more, baby?”

You nodded desperately.

“Yes, yes please.”

Before you had time to think you felt something wet running down his chest. You opened your eyes to see him pouring his own drink on himself. You leaned back to watch the liquid roll down between every crevice of his muscles.

“Clean it up,” he said, stroking himself lazily.

You didn’t hesitate, lapping it up greedily. Your tongue slid across his chest, pausing to lavish attention to his nipple. You grazed your teeth over his sensitive skin before flattening your tongue and sucking. You could feel his hand starting to work himself faster. He panted hotly in your ear and pressing sloppy kisses into the crook of your neck.

“Mmmm, such a dirty girl,” he moaned. “Bet you’d ride my dick right here in front of everyone, wouldn’t you?”

You nodded numbly, lost in the haze of lust. You’d probably do whatever he told you right now. His hand pulled away from his pants and pushed your panties to the side. he slid two fingers into your folds, spreading around your arousal and mixing it with his precum. You buried your face in the crook of his neck to hide from the crowd.

“Don’t get shy now, they've already seen you throwing yourself at me like a whore. Humping my leg, lapping at my chest.”

Mingi thrusts his fingers deep into you, curling them just right to make your legs tremble. His thumb presses hard on your clit, flicking over the sensitive bud relentlessly.

“I bet you’ll squeeze my dick so good. You want that, hm? Want me to shove my thick cock in your tight little hole next?”

You could feel yourself dripping down your thigh and coating his hands. You rock subtly against him, chasing that delicious pleasure despite the audience.

“Please,” you whisper, desperately wanting every inch of him.

That was exactly what he wanted too. Mingi stood up abruptly and you locked your legs around him. Pushing through the crowd, he carried you to a spare bedroom up the stairs. all the while, your lips were on his skin.

He tossed you onto the bed, shoving his pants down far enough to free his cock. He was already hard, and fuck was he big, really big. He crawled over you, not bothering to take your panties off. He just pulled them to the side, slotting his heavy cock between the fabric and your folds.

It felt so dirty but so good, moans spilling from your lips as he slid himself over your clit repeatedly. He braced of his arms on the headboard behind you, putting his chest right in your face. You couldn't resist the temptation, watching his pecs flex and bounce, his chains swaying with each movement. You leaned up and sucked on his nipple, pressing the flat of your tongue over it just like before.

"You're such a dirty little thing," he said, pushing you back down on the pillow.

Unable to wait any longer, he reached down and tugged your panties off, shoving them in his pocket. Before you could even prepare yourself for it, he was pushing himself in. Your eyes rolled back and a choked moan escaped.

“Fuck you're so wet for me,” he groaned, throwing his head back in pleasure. “Fuck yes, oh you're so fucking tight. Such a greedy little whore, sucking me in so deep.”

Your walls fluttered around him as he started to rock his hips. He wasn't gentle, his thrusts picking up pace quickly and shaking the bed. The headboard banged against the wall and if it weren’t for his hand over your mouth you'd be crying out loud enough for the whole block to hear.

His hand slipped from your mouth to wrap around your throat again, squeezing just shy of too tight and loosening to match the rhythm of his hips.

“Talk to me, tell me how much you love it,” he growled, nipping at your ear.

“L-love it, love it, so m-much, oh fuck.”

A low rumble came from his chest and you could feel him pulsing deep inside. Each snap of his hips drove him further into you.

“Cum, cum for me, cum on my cock right now.”

You squeezed your eyes shut as you finally gave in, your legs locking around his waist. With one final deep thrust, his movements stuttered and you could feel him spilling into you. It was overwhelming, the warm seed spilling out from where you were stretched around him.

“Fuuuuuck, you’re gonna be such a mess,” he groaned.

He rocked slow and deep to prolong the intense heat of the moment, dragging it out until finally collapsing on top of you. His chest was heaving against yours, slick and sticky with sweat, spit, and alcohol.

After you both caught your breath, he propped himself up on his elbow and looked down at your blissed out face. He reached out to cup your cheek tenderly, tucking your hair behind your ear.

“I didn’t hurt you did I?” he asked softly, catching you by surprise.

“No, I just need a minute,” you said, curious what he would do next.

He kissed your forehead sweetly, and you felt him twitch within you.

“Good, because I really wanna go again.”

a/n : yeah so... that music video, huh? hahahahaha please help me 🐺

Everyone warned you against inviting a vampire inside your home. They all warned you that it would be extremely dangerous, and that the vampire would pounce on you immediately and completely demolish and disfigure your body, or even turn you into one of their own.

Little did they know, that was exactly what you wanted.

You dreamt of nights of being alone in your house, doing nothing but watching something on the television or reading a book, and you'd hear a knock coming from the door to your house.

Then, you'd get up and make your way over there, dressed in a soft, yet elegant silk blue slip and twist the handle to the door open only to reveal a gorgeous man, baring those astonishing white fangs, with beautiful black eyes that turned a crimson red as soon as you'd invite him in.

But one night that dream hadn't remained a fantasy.

The vampire had revealed his fangs to you after you had asked if he was indeed a vampire. He showed them proudly, an intriguing, seductive smirk grew upon his cherry red lips which you assumed were probably stained with blood his tongue drew faintly over the sharp points of his fangs, showing them off to the stupid human that let him inside.

He found it amusing how a human could be so blinded by a fantasy. To let him into your house.

He had asked why you were so interested in him, because, after all, he had come here to drain you of every drop of blood, and usually his prey wasn't so willing. Yet you... You were accepting. You wanted him to devour you. He was so alluring with those broad shoulders of his, dark red eyes, that mischievous and hungry smirk, with arms of supposed inhumane strength, and that gorgeous head of soft dark hair that draped his perfect jawline and bangs resting right above his eyes. How could you not want him to ravage you? To savor you?

To say the least, the vampire was pleasantly surprised when you invited him into your home. His eyes flickered with a brilliant hunger, walking towards you with a predator look in those gorgeous red eyes, moving you backward until your back hit the wall with a soft thud, giving into exactly what you wanted.

While arousal pooled in your panties, your heart fluttered in your chest. You looked up at the vampire who had cornered you against the wall, red eyes tearing into yours, legs weak with impatience.

"I think this is the first time a human has ever invited me into their home so willingly” The vampire smiled at you while showing off his fangs once again, chuckling to himself.

You smiled back at him “I mean there’s a first time for everything right?”

"Indeed there is, darling" He hums, placing his strong, large hands on to your waist, leaning down so slowly, lips inching closer and closer to your neck, your heart beating faster as the space started disappearing between the two of you.

The vampire closed his eyes and took in a deep breath, inhaling your scent, his nose pressed up against your skin, tongue gently pressing against the supple flesh, trying to get an idea of what you might taste like.

The man’s ears were filled with the sound of your heartbeat and rushing streams of blood. When he inhaled your scent, a sense of constant hunger washed over him, and thoughts of how he should devour you quickly filled his mind.

"Mmm, I can hear your heart pounding. So impatient, aren't you?" He teases, pulling away from your neck, his smirk now on his face. His gaze swept across your face, drawing down to your neck and exposed shoulders and collarbone, while his impossibly strong hands gripped your waist tighter, pulling you tight against him and eliciting a gasp from you.

Keeping his smirk, he brings his right hand up from your waist and traces his thumb over your bottom lip, moving it ever so carefully along your jaw. He wanted to test you, to see how much he could break you before he killed you, and just as he thought, he was right. Seeing your lips trembling, your heart thudding in your chest, your knees weak, hands gripping his bicep out of sheer desperation. He owned you.

"Since you're so impatient, would you like to hear what I'm going to do to you?" He sweetly brushed his finger against your neck, breath low and hungry.

You swallow thickly, looking at the vampire who looked like he was holding everything back from devouring you whole right there.

"I... " You exhale, gasping, as you feel him pull you close enough to feel his hard on pressed firmly against you. You settle for a slow nod with captivated eyes as your words; the ability to form a coherent sentence had left you.

"First.." his fingers trace down your cheek and move to your neck, fingers wrapping around it, thumb running small circles over the skin. "I'm going to taste you. Taste every drop of blood that I can manage. Then, I'm going to make you taste it, and I'm going to make you describe it to me so you can feel the hunger that I feel. Once im done, and when this pretty blue slip of yours is tainted with your blood, I'm going to fuck you. I'm going to fuck you senseless you wont even remember who you are…and maybe if i feel like it I will lt you live to see another sunrise, do you understand?"

The vampire touched your neck softly, but his eyes—the most power-hungry you had ever seen—were staring right back at you.

It made you weak. There were no thoughts going through your head except how bad you wanted the vampire to have his way with you.

Butterflies fluttered in your stomach at his words, heat began to pool up in your underwear more than ever. You felt that if he were to somehow manage to make you ache more, you would fall right there into his arms.

“I understand" you mumble, completely aghast at his statement.

He tsks, licking his lips before letting out a breathy chuckle. "Really? I don't think you do. You understand that I'm going to destroy this little body of yours, that your cunt's going to be worthless once I'm done with you, right? That you'd be fucked beyond the point of comprehension? Your head, dizzy from the number of times I've made you cum?"

Oh gods.

Your cunt was throbbing now. You could feel your underwear getting soaked more at the thought of him completely wasting you. You definitely understood and you wanted it so bad.

"Yes, I understand, please use me. Do whatever you want.. " you breathe, more desperately than you had before, hands tightening around the vampire's biceps.

And in an instant, you see those perfect hues of red burn brighter than before, a smirk rose from his lips so devilish as if a demon had been lurking within this beast the entire time.

If there was one, you wouldn't even be surprised.

Without warning, his hands move from your waist to your thighs with superhuman speed, lifting you up so that your legs are wrapped around his waist. Moving towards the bedroom, he then sets you down on the bed there.

Your head hits the plush mattress and your breath is heavy as you watch this beast start to undo the buttons on his black collared shirt in front of you. His dark red eyes are riveted to yours as he maintains eye contact while moving his hand over your neck once more, trying to maintain his composure for just a little while longer.

He climbs onto the bed, causing the mattress to dip as he moves across to sit on top of you. He places his arms by your side and lowers his head to kiss your skin with hunger.

Your hands wander to his velvety black hair and tangle freely in it as you gasp in relief.

Though the vampire seems to have other plans as he takes your hands from his hair and moves them above your head, his lips begin to move down your neck to your collarbone, teeth gently scraping against it, tongue lapping at the skin as if it were his right to travel across every piece of skin you had to offer.

He pulls at your skin with his front teeth, eliciting short pathetic moans from you, your cunt throbbed with eager need as he took your skin in his teeth.

One of his hands shifted from holding your wrists and traveled down your body, tracing all of your dips and curves, making your skin on fire. He groaned as he tasted your skin, his lips moving back up and around to the other side of your neck.

You tilted your chin back into the mattress allowing for more access to your neck, which he mused at. You seemed so willing and pliant to him

He absolutely loved it.

"So eager... So eager for me to taste you, aren't you? Do you want me to bite into you and use you?" He mumbles against your skin, nipping on a particular spot he seemed to like on your neck.

"Yes!" When you felt his fingers move under your slip and the hem of your underwear, whinging at the feeling of him touching you.

He hummed delightfully, eyes darkening when they zeroed in on a spot on your neck, lashes fluttering as he imagined what you would taste like.

"Hmm, I bet you are... Let me feel how eager you are for me," He whispers as his hand slides down your thigh and across your moist cunt before slipping the wet underwear to the side.

He chuckled against your neck. "My my, so eager... Can't wait to taste you everywhere. Can't wait to mark you up, and eat you out and lick up all of that cum, little one."

As he continued to tease your cunt with his fingers and his teeth scraped against the skin of your neck, you wanted to say something or beg him to hurry up and continue, but all that came out of your mouth were a string of pathetic whines.

“Hmm? Does my little pet want to say something?" He pulls away from your neck, tongue brushing over his lips.

Your breathing was labored, and your chest jerked up and down desperately. You didn't think he realized how much you wanted him. "Please... I... I need you. Please." You were desperate for this man, this beast, to take you completely, to let go and ravage you as promised.

He rose an eyebrow, almost challenged at your neediness.

"Please, I need you more than you could ever know. You don't need me... I need you. I need you to survive. You just want me," he whispered into your ear, lips pressing a hungry kiss to your neck, fingers tracing around your clit.

"Then please... Use me," you moaned, arching your back and pressing your chest against his.

Without hesitation, you heard him groan, and your heart leapt out of your chest. Teeth pierced into your skin, earning a sharp cry from you as you felt his teeth sink into your skin, and fingers simultaneously slipped into your cunt when he did so, sending confusing signals to your body.

Your body was screaming, your skin was on fire, and you could feel the rush of blood leaving your system, leaving you sedated and dizzy.

As his fingers pumped inside your wet cunt, the vampire let out a loud and relieved groan as he finally got to taste what you were offering him.

Your eyes fluttered into the back of your head, and the rush of blood leaving your system felt both weakening and energizing. You felt so alive, with streams of blood coursing and pumping through your veins faster than you had ever felt before, and swarms of butterflies filling your stomach as you finally got satisfaction from having your cunt filled.

His chest feigned up and down, eyes wide and full of hunger and possession, shutting every so often to taste the flavor of your blood.

"So fucking good" He mumbled into your skin, thumb now rubbing circles on to your clit.

Your breath caught in your throat, your back arching as his teeth bore into you and his thumb made circles around your sensitive clit.

The vampire, on the other hand, had turned selfish, drinking and devouring you at an alarming rate. It was so quick and so fast that he hadn't realized he was spilling blood down your neck and onto your blue slip, leaving a stain there that would last forever.

He pulled his fangs out of you, throwing his head back and savoring the flavor you'd given him. His lips, chin, and neck were drenched in your blood, which you had strangely found incredibly hot and absolutely gorgeous. At first glance, he appeared to be absolutely stunning. The once dark red in his eyes had become a bright one. His black hair fell a little over his eyes.

Red sin glistened on his lips, his tongue lapping it up desperately, trying to enjoy everything you had truly given him.

"Fuck, you taste so good," he moans, his fingers still pumped inside of you.

“Look at you, getting wetter by the second. You look so pathetic..you look so fucked out already and ive barely touched you.”

He sighs and leans back to feel the slick around his fingertips as his eyes flicker open. He takes them out and admires how shiny they are before bringing them to your shoulder, where a trickle of blood had flowed down. He then dips his cum-coated fingers into the blood and draws them back up into his mouth, where he tastes every part of you.

His eyelashes flicker in response to the taste, and you study him with intense interest as your heart races at the sight of the person in front of you.

Much less a gorgeous one, a blood-soaked, ravenous vampire sat in front of you and thoroughly tasted you.

He was right. By the second, you were becoming more drenched in your own arousal.

After wiping his fingers clean, he chuckles and gets back on top of you. He presses his bloodied lips into yours and kisses you passionately. You swallow the blood that was transferred and taste the sweet, coppery liquid. His tongue then moved onto your mouth and forced you to swallow more of your own fluids.

When he reaches the hem of your underwear with his hands running down your side, he tears off the material, allowing it to be torn into bits, and throws it across the room careless of anything at this moment, except for you.

There wasn't enough for him. With every second you were offering him, he felt that every time he couldn't seem to have enough. Every time, he yearned for more and genuinely wanted to taste everything. He wanted to break you repeatedly for his own selfish ends, so he made you feel and made you feel so he could taste you once more.

He was selfish, but damn, it felt good.

He pulls away from your lips, his mouth once again found your neck where he pressed sloppy, bloody kisses along your neck and down to your collarbone, and along the top of your slip, dirtying it up as he promised.

Now, your own lips were covered in blood, your eyes clung to the ceiling while taking everything in that was transpiring.

"Describe it to me," he mumbled, breathless, kissing your skin. "How do you taste?"

"I... It was... Sweet, but like metal. Like copper. It was strange, yet it tasted so... So good," When the slip was pulled down to expose your breasts, your breath caught, and you were surprised by a wave of cold air.

As you exhaled, he moved his mouth to one of your nipples and started massaging your other breast with his left hand while lapping at your raised bud. Running his fangs over it making you flinch from the sharp feeling.

"Yes... It feels so good, doesn't it? Feels so good to be full of bliss... power... strength... and you could have it all."

You turn your face away from him while pressing your lips together. To feel so happy felt rewarding, but to live forever? That appeared to be a curse in and of itself. And to satisfy that thirst? every single day? It seemed never-ending.

"But don't worry, pet. You won't have to feel full of all those things yet," As he presses his lips back against your breasts and continues to suck at your earlier left-unattended nipple, he whispers against your skin.

"But for now" He began to unbutton his pants, letting the black fabric fall from his legs and onto the floor. "I think I'll fill you up with my cock, for now."

You couldn’t stop thinking about him filling you up completely had you whimpering and rubbing your thighs together in anticipation. You looked at his hand swiping at the pre-cum that had already gathered on his tip, thick and full up against his stomach.

“Fill me up sir, please" you moan, barely able to keep your anticipation at bay.

He chuckles while coming closer to you “since you asked so nicely”

Quickly, he brings his hands to your sides, flipping you over with inhuman strength, where you let out a surprised gasp, his cock slipping into your cunt with ease.

He huffs as his hand finds your hair and grips it, pulling your head back as he begins to thrust himself in and out of you, pumping so slowly, the burning sensation of your walls was something you would never get used to but oh you loved it so much.

You close your eyes and savor the slow, delectable pace, but gradually, his pace increases and his other hand finds your hip, firmly grasping it as he starts pumping himself into you.

His dick started to violently shove inside of you, scraping against your walls at an animalistic pace, and you began to sob. Your legs weakened at the sensation, and you opened your mouth wide and let sloppy drool fall from your lips. Strong, deep thrusts were driven into your cunt, striking your g-spot with fury.

Groans of pleasure came from the vampire, hisses would emit from his cherry-red lips every so often, letting his lust get the best of him

“Look at you, already a mess. You look so good... Just wait till I have you cumming around my cock, I'm going to fill you up and lick that pretty cunt of yours clean," he grunted out, hands tightening around your hair, drinking in every moan you cried.

You felt so dizzy, so lost and drunk in the pleasure-ridden state he had put you in as if you were under some kind of vampiric spell. Your mouth hung open lazily, walls clenched around his cock when you felt your stomach begin to tighten into a coil, waiting for his signal to snap.

"I'm so close!" You cried, bucking your hips against his cock, clenching your fists around the fabric and burying your face into the pillow to get back to a sense of reality.

He smirks, gripping your hair in response.

"That’s my girl. Be a good girl and cum around my cock for me, won't you?" He breathes hotly into your ear after leaning down, tongue running softly along your neck under your ear. Letting his fangs dig back into your skin slowly sucking on the sweet liquid pouring into his mouth.

The feeling of both him destroying you and the blood being drained out of you caused the knot in your stomach to snap and turn your mind into a white haze. Not noticing how the vampire had also reached his high, filling you up with his warm seed before pulling out and flipping you back into your back.

Pulling your body closer to him so his face was buried between your thighs. He licked a long stripe from your thighs to your sensitive cunt, wrapping his arms around your thighs to keep you from moving. Moaning as he licks up both yours and his own juices dripping out of your hole.

"Fuck!" You breathe, hands moving down to tangle your hands through his hair, gripping it tightly when you feel his tongue enter your sensitive core once again.

"Mm gonna fuck you so hard... Fuck you until you're a screaming pile of nothing..." He mumbles going back to lapping at the over sensitive nub.

Butterflies begin to flutter again in your stomach, your thoughts fill your cunt at his words. Getting fucked again seemed like a dream.

But for now, his lips seemed to stay sealed around your nub, sucking intently as if he were going to get you off again by eating out your pussy.

"Fuck! Jongho!" you couldn’t stick to role playing anymore, your mind was too fogged the whole time you wanted to be screaming your boyfriend's name but you stuck to the stranger role play for him.

"Mmm-hmm, louder," he mumbled, slipping two fingers into your wet core.

"Jongho, Jongho!"

He began to suck more, more fervently; desperate and eager to hear his name from your lips, to feed his selfish desires.

Fingers sped up in your cunt, tongue lapped at your clit, and soon, you could feel yourself coming across another orgasm.

A small fire began to build in the pit of your stomach. Heat encompassed your body, breaths escaped your grasp more quickly now, evil, sinful, words flew from your lips when you felt that fire growing hotter in your stomach.

You were on the edge, just beginning to teeter over when you felt his fingers speed up, allowing the feeling to take over once again.

You gasped and shook when you felt your orgasm took over your body, cum had once again seeped from your cunt, your legs shook from the heat before slowly cooling down from the pent up release.

Jongho groaned as he saw you gush around his fingers, to which he pulled out and once again tasted you, savoring the flavor he could never get enough of.

"Look at me or I'll stop" he mumbles around his fingers.

You blink your eyes open and do as he says, looking into his burning, lust-filled eyes, who made eye contact with you as he continuously lapped between his fingers and your cunt.

"Pet, you taste amazing," he moans, standing up once he's finished with you.

He lightly brushes your cheek and smirks, "Now... Now I'm going to ruin your perfect little body," before pumping his dick in his palm and positioning himself next to your wet cunt.

As you get ready for your cunt to be destroyed once more, you swallow deeply with your heart thumping in your chest.

Your cock gently slides inside of you as he lifts your leg and moves it over his shoulder, and as your sensitive core is once more full, a sharp cry escapes your lips.

Long, slow thrusts start to slide in and out of you as he applies sweet lips to your ankle and down to your leg.

He maintained the same speed. He watched your hands digging into the bedsheets and your face contorting into pleased expressions.

He truly enjoyed your fucked out state.

The top of your slip was tucked between your breasts, and he was admiring the holes in your neck, dried blood streams running over your shoulders, collarbone, and chin, your hair being twisted and messed up from when he had just grabbed it.

Seeing the image, he smirked. He was reminded of how easily he could fuck you out, which caused him to thrust you further and deeper while quickening his speed and genuinely fucking you.

Gods, being fucked by a vampire was certainly the best gift you had ever had. Your body jerked with each pump he gave you, your breasts jumped at every pulse, and your mouth dropped open from the sensation of his cock smashing into your back, causing your chest to arch upward.

Jongho practically felt how the blood flowed through your body as he gazed at how jolting it was and could feel his own hunger returning. While he considered where to bite you next, he turned to look at your calf and began to lick the long, thin stripes that ran up and down it.

You watched him take in your scent, and immediately you knew he was going to drink from you once again. Though, this was something you loved.

He groaned at your cunt tightening around him, to which he chuckled at.

"You like the thought of me biting you, don't you? I could feel that pretty pussy of yours tighten around me, fuck, you feel so good," Skin slapped against skin as he snarled out and quickened his already frantic pace.

You nod, shutting your eyes when you let out a loud cry at his quick pace.

He grunts, finally finding a spot in your calf. He bears his teeth once again and bites down into your leg, a long, lengthy moan coming from your throat when you feel your stomach tighten up again at his bite.

The blood trickled down your leg and onto the bed sheets as he rolled his eyes back into his head, savoring the taste. As he continued to eat, he became more and more hungrier and more aggressive in his thrusts.

He was fucking you so quick and violently - your walls felt like they were being scraped out by his cock, your g-spot was being hit every time, sending you into overdrive, especially since your mind was going foggy once again from the blood being sucked out of you.

He fucked you so good everytime, while selfishly swallowing your blood with his mouth coming near his own high again as well.

"Taste so... So good... Fuck, you feel so good... Can't get enough," he mumbled, lips lapping lazily at the blood on your leg.

His right hand had moved from your leg and found your clit, rubbing it in quick circles to push you over the edge.

You felt your orgasm escape its confines once more, and he continued to fuck you through it, drunk on his own pleasure.

You were breathing heavily, you were tired, fucked, and well fucked, and you could see Jongho indulging in his sins, but the dizziness from blood loss was making you uncomfortable.

"Jon-Jongho! Please!" You cried, hoping he would pay attention to you but he continued fucking you.

"Jongho!"

Finally, as if he snapped out of a trance he turned to you, eyes narrowed, fingers pulling off of your clit and moving back to your leg.

"Didn't I say I was going to fuck you until you were screaming?"

"Y-yes, but... The blood... Too much," you moaned, your eyes struggling to keep open.

"Fucking pathetic," he snarled and pulled out of you and dropped your leg. He quickly grabbed your hips and set you down on to the floor next to him, and you immediately knew to sit up on your knees.

Jongho placed his dick in his hand and began to pump it in front of your face, eyes narrowed.

"Beg."

You swallowed, letting out a meek stutter, "P-please, put your cock in my mouth, sir."

He huffed, placing his thumb on your bottom lip, prying your mouth open.

"I said beg you fucking no good whore."

And with the best of your ability, you cried, "Please! Please sir put your cock in my mouth! I want it all, please let me taste your cum.”

Once he seemed satisfied, he shoved his cock into your mouth, now fucking it, hitting the back of your throat with gags coming out of your throat relentlessly.

Chasing his own high, he let his head roll back, eyes fluttering shut at the feeling of your wet mouth encompassing him, enjoying the sounds of your gags.

"Shit," he mumbled, moving quicker into your mouth. "I'm gonna cum, and you're gonna take it like a good little pet."

You nod your head quickly along his cock to the best of your ability.

With a few more thrusts, you feel him twitch in your mouth before letting out a long groan, shaking while he releases his hot seed into your mouth.

You take it like instructed, swallowing his seed before he pulls out, where you finally relaxed and drop to the floor, exhausted, out of breath, sore, and totally wasted.

Jongho huffs, dropping to the floor next to you on one knee, outstretching a hand, caressing your jaw oh so gently, his fingers running over dried up blood.

He smirks at your sight, loving how completely messy you looked.

"Oh look at you... So lovely, so pretty... So ruined... Just like I promised."

Taking out his phone and taking a picture before sitting it down. Jongho smiled down at your state sitting you up on the bed “Are you okay my love?” You nodded half awake making Jongho chuckle a bit.

Walking out the room to grab a warm washcloth and some snacks, he returned moments later into the room, sitting himself on the bed next to you to hold you close while wiping all the dried up blood from your body while whispering sweet nothings and praises into your ear “I love you so much, never forget it.”

"love? i brought you some fruit." the study doors opened and the room was now filled with the scent of fresh fruit and your boyfriends voice.

"thank you seongie, you didn't have to." you say looking up at him feeling guilty.

"i thought you might need some, you've been in here for 4 hours now, don't you want to take a break?" you lightly chuckle.

"i don't know, i mean im almost done with writing my draft for this week"

you thought that being an author would been easy since it was something you always wanted to do, theres some days where your cooped up in the study and some days where you dont write for nearly a week. sometimes writing a romance novel is worse than an action novel, the plotline, character development, everything its too much, and seonghwa notices that.

"y/n, thats why its called weekly drafts. you're supposed to finish it in a week, not a day. your overworking yourself, just please lets take a break?" seonghwa says tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.

i mean an hour break wouldn't hurt right? you think to yourself as you push up of your chair to stand.

"just for a little bit okay?" you say while seonghwa smiles. "but not anything tiring love."

seongwha takes your hand and pulls you out the study and hands you your favourite hoodie and earmuffs.

"does a midnight stroll sound good?' he asks.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 🫧 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

walking hand in hand around han river, is most definitely the break you needed. the sound of crickets and the leaves blowing, it was relaxing.

"should we make a stop at a convenience store?" seongwha said swinging arms as you held hands. "hmm? i think i could do with something to drink" you smiled.

at the convenience store you and seongwha bought your ultimate favourite childhood drink, ramune.

bleggh.. "i dont remember it tasting like this you" said laughing. seongwha pulled his face as he drunk from the bottle.. "i think they.. cough .. changed the recipe" you both burst out in laughter. the laughter continued as seonghwa had hiccups and could barely speak a sentence without being cut off "should we.. hiccup.. get some rice crack..hiccup..-ers?"

you were almost on the floor in tears. upon leaving the store you noticed that there was a claw machine outside that had hello kitty and dear daniel, the most iconic sanrio couple other than kurmoi and badtz maru. you decided to quickly pull out some coins and try to win the plushies.

"should i help you darling?" seongwha said coming up behind you and placing his hand on yours. his hands were cold, but you didnt hate it. he used his hand to guide yours to the bag that hello kitty and daniel were inside, and within seconds the coldness of his hands filled yours with warmth. in that exact moment you though over and over again about how much you love seongwha. looking back at the time you first met, it truly was not a coincidence.

you were walking down the busy street of gangnam to get to your book signing event when you accidentally bumped into someone. your ipod played fell to the floor and so did his. you apologised to him and picked up your ipod before beginning to rush again. " excuse me, you have my ipod !" he shouted. you turned around and ran back to him to trade your ipods and laugh at how your both listening to the same song. "i see you like daniel ceasar too" he laughed. you smiled before begging "sorry i really have to run, but im really sorry about bumping into you, i hope the rest of your day is better" you said getting further away from him.

"but this just made my day the best" he whispered under his breath watching as you disappeared through the crowd, and luckily enough you ran into each other again.

you were taking a bus to gimpo airport in seoul when you sat behind him. he watched over your shoulders as you looked for a song to listen too.

"i suggest best part by daniel ceaser" he said trying his hardest not to look like a creep. you immediately smiled when you saw his face and the ipod in his hands. he was hard not to forget, little studio ghibli stickers on it. "you have nice music taste" you replied putting the song on still smiling. "where are going with a suitcase?" he asked. "oh im leaving to japan for a few days for my book signing event."

"what books have you written, i might have one" he said showing the tote bag he had with him. "well i've written quite a few.." as you go on about the names of the books you've written you watch how his face lights up. "your her? the y/n?" he says shocked. you smile a little embarrassed. "im headed to the airport to get my book signed by you, because i was to late the last time." he said pulling one of your books out.

wow, to think that he would be a fan of yours is unbelievable i mean, he looks sweet, nice hair, gorgeous eyes... as you continued to think about every feature of his you realised just how pretty he was. to call him pretty was even an understatement.

"well i wouldnt mind signing one now.." you smiled lightly.

"actually.. could you also .. um.. could i have your number. not like a fan but i'd really like to get to know you sometime or take you out to dinner." he said getting embarrased and avoiding eye contact.

"id love that."

while in japan you and seongwha texted for hours, sharing the same timezone made it easy as well. and when you got back from japan he picked you up from the airport and took you to that promised dinner date. you talked throughout all the seasons, summer, autumn, winter and spring. the only thing that did change between those seasons were your feelings for eachother and the next thing you knew it was winter 2022 and seongwha and you were outside walking in the snow, planing to go ice skating, when he took your hand in his and spoke, "y/n its cold right?, but im not cold at all, my hands may be cold and so could my face, but my heart is warm and thats because of you. you've made every season have a new meaning behind it, summer used to just be 'summer', but now summer is when i spend my days at parks with you, reading, having a small picnic and when i least expected it. you were apart of more than just seasons, you invaded my everyday life. id walk past a flower shop and notice tulips and buy them out of impulse because they reminded me of you. i'd think of things that reminded me of you, till you were all i thought about. i loved the way your voice echoed through the back of my mind when i missed you most, or when i still felt the lingering kiss you left last winter as an 'accident'. well, if this is an accident i apologise but y/n, i love you, everything about you, would you allow me to be yours?" you would cry if you could, but you were afraid of your tears freezing. "seongie..i'd love that.. i love you" you say sniffiling the tears back. he placed his hand on your cheek pulling you in for a loving kiss. "thats not an accident right?" he said. you laughed "no.." and all of a sudden the coldness in his hands turned to warm.

"love?" he called out to you, waking you up from daydreaming. "i got the plushies" he said smiling and holding out the bag to you. you kissed his cheek "thank you seongie, you're too sweet !" you took the bag from him, as well as took his hand yet again. "lets go back?" he hummed a response.

while walking back seongwha suggested you sat down at a bench for a bit.

"y/n love, remember this?" he said pulling out his airpods and putting one in your ear as the melody finally hit you.

'I just wanna see I just wanna see how beautiful you are You know that I see it I know you're a star Where you go I follow No matter how far If life is a movie Oh you're the best part'

you smiled as you turned to face seongwha, stars from the sky reflecting in his eyes. seongwha softly sang along while intertwining his fingers with yours. "what should we have for dinner, sweet tteokbokie or spicy?" you looked at him intently, before leaning over and giving him a soft kiss.

"sweet, id choose sweet anyday"

They called you the pirates of the concrete seas. Bank’s safes were your treasure chests and the streets were your ocean. You were pillaging and robbing bank after bank. Outlaws always on the run, looking for the next big shiny thing. You always found the name kind of cheesy but in the end it suited your group pretty well. Not worrying about tomorrow, living off the money you stole and drinking until sunrise.

Hongjoong, your captain, reigned over the concrete seas like an almighty and ruthless king. He only had two things in mind. Keeping the crew together and get the gold.

That’s exactly what you were about to do.

When Yunho parked the van outside the bank. Hongjoong revised one last time the plan of action before everybody slipped on their mask. You felt the adrenaline course through your veins, keeping your head into unwavering focus.

You all worked like well oiled machinery. Everyone knew exactly what they were doing. Seonghwa and Yeosang were breaking into the safe. Jongho and San gathered the hostages. Wooyoung and Mingi stuffed the bags full of cash while you were in charge of communication. Making sure everyone played their role and the plan went accordingly.

Hongjoong had the most important role. He had to make sure everyone stayed calm. 

And when it went south Hongjoong was the one that had to make sure every single member of the crew came out unharmed. 

So when Wooyoung got caught one the guard as you were rushing out with the booty, Hongjoong had to step in. The guard held your younger crewmate one arm hooked around his neck, the other holding a gun to his temple. 

San threw a deadly eye to Jongho who let the guard slip out of his grasp. Wooyoung let a guttural cry as the guard pressed harder on his neck.

“Freeze” the middle aged man shouted. Aim alternating between Wooyoung’s head and Hongjoong standing right in front of him. The middle aged man was panting, large beads of sweat wetting his thick salt and pepper mustache.

“Let’s not do anything we could regret here” Hongjong said calmly, motioning for the rest of you to lower your weapons. 

“You’re all gonna stay put until the cops arrive” the man panted, his eyes darting between all of you. His finger on the trigger became dangerously tense.

“Let him go” Hongjoong ordered in a stern yet tranquil voice.

“SHUT THE FUCK UP OR I’LL BLOW HIS BRAINS OUT” the guard shouted, pressing the canon of the gun into Wooyoung’s forehead, his hands desperatly clawing at the man’s forearm around his neck.

The sudden yelling made one of the bank employees cry and the guard turned his head to the noise. Breaking eye contact with Hongjoong was a fatal error.

The captain didn’t hesitate one second. He lightly tipped his face to the side and Wooyoung knew what to do. He imitated him and in a split second, the booming sound of Hongjoong’s weapon clattered in the large hall and the guard's face was ornamented with a gaping hole, blood splattering all over Wooyoung’s masks and clothes. The lifeless body thumped on the ground, waiting to get cold as you all rushed to the van.

You felt the adrenaline when Yunho was punching the gas and the van slalomed between the police cars and eventually lost them. That feeling of euphoria when you all took off the masks to laugh and shovel the cash out. This time there was enough that you could all bathe in it. 

You were all playing in it. Mingi was shuffling the bills in his face while Yeosang and San danced in it. Crystal clear laughs resonating in the huge room.

Even Wooyoung seemed to have forgotten about the dried up blood on his clothes.

Then Jongho called from the big entry.

“Guys, let's go order some drinks” he yelled. All of the crew followed lead by Yeosang with you on their heels.

“And where do you think you’re going?” The captain asked as he put down his gun on the table.

“I was gonna go get a drink” you spoke. 

“No i don’t think you are”

The captain’s face was unsoundable. Emotions perfectly gate kept behind his glacial features staring at you blankly.

Hongjoong motioned at Seonghwa, still waiting for you at the entrance to leave. So he gave you one last smile and closed the heavy door behind him.

Soon the laughs faded and you two were left in complete silence.

“Come here” Hongjoong motioned you to come closer, curling his index finger.

Hongjoong liked the adrenaline. It gave him a high that was incomparable to any other. Except one, the kind of high he could only experiment with you. 

You approached him slowly, taking your time to prance to him like a panther about to pounce. 

Hongjoong’s impenetrable face let through a small smirk pulling lightly at his lips.

“You asked for me, Captain?” you asked, voice already soaking with seductiveness.

“ Yes I want you to do me a favor” You lift a quizzical eyebrow. “Go over there” he pointed at the pile of wrinkled bills in the middle of the big hangar.

“Dance for me”

Hongjoong said before turning on slow sensual music from the speaker settled on the small table.

That was unexpected but you gladly obliged.

You reached the pile of money and started to seductively dance, swaying your hips to the rhythm. Your hands gliding from your thigh, slowly up your stomach and past the side of your breasts to rub your neck. 

“Yes that’s it baby”. Hongjoong slowly walked up to you. Admiring you dance for him. The dance went he felt himself grow thicker for you.

“Strip” he ordered. Voice firm. Already a little lower than his usual tone. It reminded you of the voice he took before shooting that man right in the face and you felt your stomach stir in excitement.

You reached out for the hem of your tank top but Hongjoong clicked his tongue.

“Slowly baby. Nice and slow”

So you opted for the strap of your top instead. Slowly pulling at it.

“Yesss” Hongjoong pulled on the word, dragging it off his tongue.  “Just like that” 

He started to palm himself through his denim jeans. Rubbing circles on his member becoming more and more constricted in his clothes.

One by one you stripped out every article of clothing until you were only left in your underwear.

By the time you were done Hongjong’s cock looked like it was about to rip out his pants. 

“Did I tell you to stop ?” 

You could have gone back to slowly unclasping your bra but you didn’t. You didn’t feel like being good today. You wanted to infuriate him.

When Hongjoong saw you weren’t moving an inch he started to smirk. Even if it was fun to play with a good girl there was something so empowering in breaking you into his will. Resorting to any means to make you snap, to make you beg for him.

Taking his fate into his own hands was Hongjoong’s specialty after all.

He walked to you as you provocatively held his glacial gaze fixated on you. 

His fingers grazed over your forearm going up your limb and reached your neck. His touch was gentle, lifting goosebumps on your naked skin. He gently wrapped his hand on your nape, pulling your face closer to his, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear.

“Did I tell you to stop, kitten?” he whispered, lips pulling into a wicked smirk, his grip onto your nape growing stronger.

The hot air in your ear sent a shiver down your spine. You felt his cool tongue slide over your ear, producing the lewd wet noises you loved so much. Already you felt your arousal pooling in your underwear.

“Shut up and kiss me already” you whispered, your fingers digging into his side. You didn’t really deserve it but you also knew Hongjoong couldn't resist you.

Immediately Hongjoong stepped back to have a good look at your face. You looked exactly like him, insatiable. That was why you two were such a good match. 

The Joker and Harley Quinn.

Bonnie and Clyde.

Hongjoong crashed his lips onto yours. Your two bodies immediately going up in flames, burning passion coursing between you. You dug your nails further on his back, he smiled at the familiar sting while his hand left your nap to untangle around your hair. He gave a sharp pull earning a moan from your playful lips. You immediately retorted by catching Hongjongs’s bottom lips between your teeth. Hongoong groaned and smirked as you bit harder. Until you tasted his blood on the tip of your tongue. He immediately tightened his grip around your hair, pleasure burning on your scalp while his other hands pushed your hips onto his. 

“Hmmm” Hongjoong moaned against your lips. Hand gliding from the small of your back to your thigh to your clothed center. Slender fingers applying just the right amount of pressure to your sensitive area. “My angel is not in the mood to be a good girl, is she?” he said, as he licked his own blood off your stained lips.

“No” you said with assurance. Pushing him as he stumbled back into the huge pile of wrinkled bills. You continued your infernal carousel by straddling him. You started to unbutton his white shirt that joined his fur coat laying at his sides. You licked your way down leaving a trail of burgundy kisses on his chest. 

You started to palm him through his pants. You would have wanted to make him wait a little linger but you just couldn’t inflicted that to yourself. You wanted to see it. Without waiting anymore you unzipped his pants to get the aching member out. It joyfully sprung free before your avid eyes.

“So eager for me, angel?” Hongjoong mocked. You hated that he was right.

You grabbed the base with one hand while the other one teased the leaking slit at the head. One finger sliding up and down the head making Hongjoong hiss at every slow touch. 

You briefly let go of the hand holding the base to spit in your palm and started jerking him off. Hongjoong growled as he felt the warm saliva mixing with his precum. 

You snickered malovently when he started to pulse in your hand. Taking a malicious delight to slow down everytime he became more vocal. Driving him to the edge of sanity. Exactly where he feels comfortable, he’s been flirting with this edge since birth. Just as you have too. Two psychotic minds finding each other in folly.

Soon he can’t hold back anymore. His hand fly to yours catching them in a strong grip. You lift your eyes to meet his. He’s absolutely feral. Looking back at you like a rabid wolf. You’ve done it, you woke the beast. A side of him that was only for you. Only you who could bear to look in the face of his darkest side. The side that relished to hold the right of life or death at the end of his gun. That enjoyed spilling blood.

He grabbed the small knife strapped to your thigh with one movement he slipped the blade under between your breast cutting in a clean half your bra as it fell along your arms. He grabbed a handful of your breast while he slowly dragged the blade across your stomach. The cold metal lifted goosebumps on your skin until he reached your underwear.

You held your breath as he cut it, the blade running on your skin, lightly scratching you delicious, leaving a red trail behind it. He threw across the hangar the shreds of lace along with the blade. The metallic tinkling bouncing on the high ceiling.

With his newly free hand he grabbed you by the throat, a strangled moan leaving your mouth as anticipation pulled your lips into a smirk.

“I’m done playing” he growled, the threatening hold growing tighter. “Ride me now” he commanded as he pulled you up by the neck.

Your breath still restricted you manage to guide his length to your drenched center. His grip only loosened when you sunk your hips. Hongjoong's cock gliding so smoothly inside you. taking its rightful place deep inside your little cunt.

“That’s it baby” he praised, letting go of your throat to grip your thighs. “Make me feel good with that pretty pussy of yours”

You instantly bounced your hips up and down along his shaft. You both moaned and groaned without restraint. The sinful symphony resounding in the hangar.

“Faster baby” he ordered as he pinched one of your nipples. The burn encouraged you and you settled at a brutal pace. The familiar build up in your stomach rapidly progressing. You felt Hongjoong's thighs tighten under your own and you knew he was close too.

“Hongjoong… I’m-” you moaned. But as your mind went blank almost giving up to the pleasure you were interrupted. By a harsh slap on one of your breasts.

“No you’re not” Hongjoong slapped your tits again.

The sharp pain taking you by surprise and brings you back to him. Before you could protest Hongjoong flipped you on your back and he was above you.

“You’re here to make me feel good” he clarified as he entered you once again. You did not really have time to let the pressure go down. Pleasure picked up right where it left off. Your eyes rolled back into your head when he so deliciously filled you up again.

“Fuckkk” you cursed. 

“Look at me” he said, he pulled on your hair again. Making your eyes snap back to him. “You cum when I tell you too”

You were way too close to your release to talk back with words but there was still one thing you could do. 

Without even thinking in a sort of reflex you spat right into his face. Hongjoong’s shock pulled your lips into a satisfied smirk, an amused laugh almost escaping your lips but you don’t have time to.

“You fucking whore” he hissed though gritted teeth. 

Immediately he starts to fuck you as brutally as he can. His hips smashing into yours. fucking you so deep and could feel him hamerring the imprint of his cock into your brain forever.

“You’re mine” he growled while he wrapped his hand around your neck once again this time completely preventing you from breathing. Taking this vital resource away from you. Soon you feel lightheaded, you feel like your body is defying gravity, losing its anchoring in the solid earth. The unspeakable pleasure dulling your other senses. In this moment there's only him and you. You and your captain's mindless bodies floating in this sea of cash.

“Cum now. Whore” His voice commanded and you released all over him soaking him and the bills under you while he delivered thick ropes of cum deep inside you, lazily spilling out of your clenching walls when he pulled out.

After a while of catching his breath he looked back at you.

“Let’s meet with the others I really need this drink”