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SMUT WARNINGS: piv, implied d/s dynamics, oral (f. rec), fingering, overstimulation, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), bunch of dirty talking, o creampies, piss

Familiar calloused hands roam across the expanse of your back, the one you’ve felt and held so many times over the past 8 years, his fingertips dragging against your supple skin underneath the fabric of your shirt just so he can feel you, before slinging an arm around your shoulder just so he can pull you against him. He swipes his thumb across your bottom lip, pressing against the muscle until his digit slips in and against your wet tongue. 

“Fuck— always so good for me, angel.” 

Moans fill the four corners of your room, a mixture of yours and Minho’s as he takes you from behind. He pushes against you until you’re face down and ass up against him, chest still pressed against your back but your shirt that’s haphazardly bunched around your chest, the sole proof how much Minho was in a rush to get his dick inside your cunt, was the only barrier that’s keeping you from feeling his skin entirely. 

“Minho, shit— please. I-I’m gonna cum,” you gasped out before your eyes rolled to the back of your head when he suddenly slammed into you harshly before breathlessly muttering “I know, I know. I’m close too. Just a bit more, okay? You can hold it in for me, right?” 

Just thirty minutes ago, all Minho did was send you a quick ‘I’m coming over’ for you to know that you’ll end up how you are right now— half-naked, sweaty, and with the majority of your discarded clothes making a trail that leads toward your bedroom just because Minho was too impatient to even wait until you’ve properly close the front door to your apartment before he started kissing you. 

But that’s definitely something that’s not far from the norm. You’ve grown used to his… antics, well enough to know that the urgency and roughness he’s fucking you with right now tells you that he’s had a rough day and needed to release some steam.

You feel Minho’s ragged breaths against the skin of your neck before he starts to trail kisses up and down your shoulder, his right hand moving to lace it on top of yours while the other stays planted beside you, fully caging you in before his thrusts start to falter— the sudden intimate gesture making your heart beat even more rapidly against your ribcage and the familiar coil in your stomach to even tighten.

“Cum with me, angel. Come on, I need to feel you— fuck that’s it, good fucking girl.” 

You unravel around him easily and quickly, just like that, just like how it has always been, your fingers squeezing his own as you find your release with a silent scream, back arching against him as your thighs start to quiver from the intensity of your orgasm. 

Minho follows suit, pulling out just in time before he spills all over your ass and back, jerking himself off to completion with his bottom lip caught between his teeth. He practically collapses on top of you soon after with heavy labored breaths, no longer caring if he smears himself with his own release because of how hard he came. 

The sudden heavy weight on your back caused you to squeal in surprise, the air practically getting knocked out of your lungs. “Minho, get off me! You’re fucking heavy!” you grunt out, using your wobbly arms to lift your own body in hopes that you could shake him off but Minho being the menace he is, made himself heavier by putting all of his body weight on top of you, making your arms give in so you land back on the mattress face first with an ‘oof’. 

“Give me just a few more minutes,” he simply sighs, and you can hear the smirk in his voice as he finds the audacity to get himself comfortable on top of you and close his eyes. “Minho, get off now! I can feel your sweat dripping on me, it’s disgusting!” You protest, swatting him as best as you can from your position until he groans in annoyance as if you’re the one who’s bothering him and not the other way around. 

“Okay, okay! Jesus,” he says, finally pushing himself off you with a chuckle, and you practically groan in relief, pushing yourself up so you can properly turn your whole body just to give him a glare. “Don’t look at me like that. You think fucking is easy? It’s tiring as fuck,” he says, moving to get the towel that’s conveniently placed on your bedside table. “Try being in my shoes for once, maybe then you’d understand.” 

“If you want me to peg you, you can just ask,” you snarkily reply as you snatch the towel from his hands, wiping yourself clean before throwing it back right at his face. 

“Oh, come on! My cum is on this towel!” you merely snicker at his complaint as you stood up, already imagining the way he’s probably glaring at you like an angry cut with disgust all over his face. “It literally came out of you, stop acting so disgusted,” you reply, turning around to face him with your arms folded across your chest, leaning against the wall for support as you watch him (begrudgingly) wipe himself clean before he stands up to toss the soiled towel into the hamper. 

The two of you fall into a familiar routine soon after, Minho leading you toward your bathroom to shower together under the guise of saving more water when in reality, contrary to popular belief, it’s his own simple way of giving you aftercare. 

You and Minho have known each other for God knows how long. He used to sport a bowl cut back in high school and these thickly framed glasses that made him look more like a loser if anything, which was also the reason why he’s always being made fun of. That’s where you come in, an equally weird young girl who just moved into town, saving his ass from a group of bullies who broke his glasses and dumped toilet water on him. Needless to say, those boys who hurt Minho that day went home barefoot with broken bicycles and with an equally wet uniform after you hosed them down at the school garden and threatened them with a baseball bat. That very same day, you gained a new friend. 

And then that said friend, years later, proposes the most preposterous idea ever known to man.

“Do you wanna be friends with benefits?”

You thought that he was just kidding, that he was just randomly blurting out whatever kind of stupid idea that popped into his head impulsively and unabashedly like he always has, but he never followed that question with an ‘I’m just joking, you should have seen the look on your face’. That night, despite having a few drinks in his system (because you were celebrating the end of one hell of a semester), you realized that he was serious because he was looking at you dead in the eye without a single glint of mischief in his eye.

Now, you weren’t purely against the idea of hooking up. At that time, you’ve never even had a good lay because of how busy you got and definitely (not) because of how the last guys you’ve ever dated had a seriously bad dick (and head) game. But this was Minho you’re talking about. A friend you’ve had since you were in braces. The guy you were thick as thieves with. 

“Come on, it can’t be that bad, right? No strings attached. Just fucking and friendship. What do you say?” 

Just fucking and friendship. Your friendship. As if that’s something so easy to risk. 

“Will this change things between us?” 

“Aside from giving you the best sex of your life, I don’t think so.”  

It’s been six months since you’ve had that conversation with him, six months since he’s given you the best head of your life that had you agreeing to the whole setup despite your reservations.

His rules are fairly simple: No falling in love, no catching feelings— which, at the time, sounded like ABC’s to you.

But now? Six months in? 

You must have underestimated yourself into thinking that there’s no way you’ll be falling in love with Minho. Him? Out of all people? The guy who literally farts in his hand just to throw it on your face? No fucking way. You’ve hooked up with other people more than once just for shits and giggles and you have never caught any feelings. There’s no way you’ll mess up this bad, right? 

Wrong. 

Because those 6 months sleeping with your best friend had you seeing him in a whole different light. 

At first, it was all purely sexual and lust-driven, fuelled by desire as he gave you mind-blowing orgasms after mind-blowing orgasms. Minho made you feel things no other sexual partner ever could, it just so happens he also made you feel more than just things. 

Maybe it’s because of the sex, or how easy it is to be around him even after fucking, how weirdly normal everything seems to be even though friends aren’t supposed to see each other naked in the first place. Maybe it’s because of how he can kiss you as if he’s chasing air and you’re his only source of oxygen but at the same time kiss you as if you’re the most delicate being on earth. Or perhaps it’s the fact that when Minho sleeps the night, you can expect him to still be there in the morning, a protective arm strewn across your waist that tightens the moment you try to move away from him. Maybe it’s the sleepy kisses he places on your bare skin as he slowly wakes up, the kisses that start on your shoulder then to your nape, neck, and eventually to your lips. Maybe it’s the way he knows how to gently hold you as you stay buried beneath the sheets on a cold rainy night, his hands that had been all roughed up because of all the boxing he does as a hobby safely tucked underneath your shirt just to keep his hand warm while the two of you talk about whatever comes into mind without the expectations of sex. 

You have no idea which was it, what specific thing he did that had you suddenly waking up in the middle of the night with cold sweat because you realized that you were slowly falling for your best friend, the one you agreed to not fall in love with. Honestly, you’d be lying if you didn’t say you saw this disaster from a mile away. But you really just had to fuck around and find out. 

So now, as Minho lathers up your hair with your shampoo, talking about the most mundane things in life (specifically how he’s planning to buy his cats new cat toys just because), you’re too busy focusing on how good it feels to have his fingers gently work their way through your hair, lathering up the shampoo as he massages your scalp. He looks so serious while doing it too, never missing a beat even when he’s knee-deep into telling you what his plans were for the weekend, and for some reason it only made him look even more attractive. 

Would you look at that? Who knew you’d live long enough to admit that your friend is indeed handsome, that you’re now understanding why he has so many girls falling for him?

But that’s a crisis that you’ll have to worry about for another day. What he doesn’t know won’t hurt him right? 

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Okay. Maybe it is true that what he doesn’t know won’t hurt him, but it will certainly hurt you because the next day before you can even pick up some coffee at your favorite cafe after your first class, you see that Minho is already inside. Talking to another woman. On a circular table. Sitting face to face. And he’s drinking coffee. 

Minho doesn’t even like coffee.

Which could mean only one thing… he’s on a date.

A funny feeling washes over you, one that has your insides churning and swirling around in a bad way as ice spreads through your veins as you watch them together, talking about god knows what. Probably something so funny that had them laughing so hard with their heads tipped back. 

What on earth could be something so funny? You can make Minho laugh just as ha—

Oh no.

Everything inside your head clicked. You’re jealous.

Nope. No. Nuh-uh. Hell to the fuck no. 

Random strangers on the street probably think you’re crazy with the way you're running your hands through your hair and face as you pace back and forth in front of the cafe, but you could care less about the odd looks they give you. 

There’s no fucking way you could be jealous, it’s not like you like like him right?

Wrong. The bitter pit in your stomach tells you otherwise. 

“Okay, okay… focus,” you told yourself as you took deep breaths, settling yourself first as you swallowed the lump in your throat. You glance toward their table once again, seeing that they’re still there, and judging by the way the woman’s cheesecake isn’t even half finished yet, they won’t be leaving anytime soon.

Great. Just great.

Seeing that you can’t properly function the day without coffee and that this is the only cafe that can somehow make your order just the way you like it, you resorted to just quickly placing an order, getting your coffee, and leaving as soon as you can, praying that he wouldn’t notice you because the last thing you’d want (but really, it’s only because there’s no way you can face him and the girl who’s potentially his new girlfriend). 

Entering the cafe was the easy part because you were able to easily blend in with the other customers, which also meant that you’d be able to sneak glances toward their table without getting seen. 

They look happy. Even when Minho’s back was facing you, you could tell that he was having a great time judging by the way his shoulders didn’t look tense, and if drinking coffee wasn’t a dead giveaway that he really wanted to be here and spend time with this girl, then you don’t know what will.

Something about that just made you feel… sad? Or even heartbroken. You’ve never felt like this in a long time since your high school boyfriend dumped you for the cheerleader. The funny thing is, Minho was actually the first to come to your aid when that happened, rushing to your childhood home with some comfort snacks. It’s only ironic that the next heartbreak you feel is because of him. 

Having a friends-with-benefits relationship with the guy you’ve been close friends with for years is… not exactly ideal. It was a disaster in the making but what you didn’t anticipate was that you’d be taking the most damage. 

Right after placing your order, you made sure to stay close to the bar so that you’d be able to leave as soon as you got your coffee. That way, you’d be out of there in a flash as if you weren’t really there at all. 

But there’s one teeny tiny detail that you forgot that would spoil your plans. And that is…

“One medium hazelnut coffee for Y/n!” 

Great. Just great. 

The way the sound of you facepalming yourself could resonate throughout the whole cafe from how hard you slapped your hand on your face as you stood there frozen in sheer shock. Just when you thought your day couldn’t get any worse, you really had to forget that the people here call out their customers’ names as soon as it was ready. 

“One medium hazelnut coffee—” 

“Me! That’s me. That’s– that’s my order. Thank you,” you hurriedly said, not giving the barista a chance to even say your name again while giving him an awkward sheepish smile as he handed you your drink. At this point, your heart is pounding against your chest, your own pulse ringing through your ears as you start to quickly walk away. 

You hope that Minho was too busy to even hear your n—

“Y/n?”

Just as you were about to grab for the door handle, you hear him, making you stop dead on your tracks with your hand sticking out in mid air.

“Y/n! Over here!”

Great mother of God, kill me now. 

You turn to face them by your heel, and you’re met with the sight of Minho waving you over.

Dread fills you as you realize that there’s no turning back now. You can’t just leave, especially when Minho just looks… so excited.

You offer them the best fake smile that you can muster as you walk toward them, pretending to be as shocked as they are that the two of you managed to be in the same cafe. 

“Minho, I didn’t know you were here,” you said awkwardly paired with an equally awkward of what was supposed to be a laugh of disbelief, a poor attempt to pretend that you didn’t saw them 15 minutes ago. 

“Y/n,” he says, standing up to greet you, his hand automatically coming up to rest on the midsection of your back. “Y/n, this is Sujie. Sujie, this is Y/n.” 

“Hello, Y/n! It’s so nice to finally meet you,” the woman, Sujie, greets you as she too stands up to shake your hand to which you politely accept, returning her warm sincere smile with a shy one. “I’ve heard so many things about you from Minho.” 

“All good things, I hope,” you reply with a soft giggle, your eyes raking all over her features. 

She looks like the embodiment of what every man wants. 

When she smiles, her eyes slightly disappear into crescent moons, a pair of dimples even appear on her cheeks too. Her hands are soft, the scent of the hand cream she uses lingers on your palms. She’s so soft spoken too, as if she has never yelled at anyone in their entire life. She just radiates so much warm energy, it’s making you start to feel bad to even feel so jealous toward someone who’s a personified sunshine. 

“Would you like to sit with us? I can get us a spare chair, hold on—” it feels so foreign seeing Minho act so civil and formal around you as if he didn’t spend the whole night yesterday rearranging your guts. 

“Ah, no need. I was about to go anyway. Besides, I don’t want to ruin your moment so…” you immediately tell him as you start to slowly back away. 

You needed to leave. Quick. Because you start to feel that familiar lump in your throat and the sting in your eyes. 

“Are you sure? I haven’t—” 

“Mmmhmm, yup! Yes– I-uh… I got a report coming up— yes! A report, yes. So I gotta go.” You say sheepishly, even stumbling on some of your words as you pull a lousy excuse. 

“Y/n—” 

“I’m sorry, I just… I just really gotta go now. But we’ll catch up next time, yeah? Bye!”              

Minho continues to call for you even as you walk away, not even sparing another glance toward the two leaving him consumed with both confusion and worry. 

The moment you exit the cafe you started to run as fast as you could, blinking away the tears that were starting to gather from your eyes. 

You feel so stupid for even crying over this, you don’t even know why you felt the need to even cry. 

Yet the hurt that seems to seep deeper into your heart every time you remember them being together is only making the tears you’re shedding make more sense. 

Minho > hey y/n-ah y did u leave so quick? > u even left urcoffee here dumbass > sujie was wondering why u left the cafe looking like u saw a ghost lol > can i come over later? > hello? *2 missed calls, 1 missed video chat

Minho> y/n > y/n > y/n > are you ignoring meeeee??????? > yah y arent u picking up my calls? >dont b rude stop leaving me on read *10 missed calls, 3 missed video chats

Minho> still leaving me on read?? srsly??? > can i come over? > y/n ur avoiding me arent u > i literally saw u turn around the other way the moment u saw me in the hallway > did i do smthn wrong? > whatever it was im srry > y/n > it’s been three days pls pick up the phone *30 missed calls, 5 missed video chats

Minho> I’m coming over. > Whether you like it or not. > We need to talk. *1 missed call

You stare at Minho’s last few messages in horror. You knew he’d come over sooner or later and that avoiding him would be no use. Locking him out of your apartment would do no good either since he has a spare key. 

Fuck fuck fuck fuck

Embarrassment dawns on you once more as flashbacks of you leaving the cafe terrorize your mind. You kinda wanna throw yourself off a cliff or walk onto a busy highway and hope that a ten-wheeler drives you over just so you can end your misery, but alas there is no escape because not even 5 minutes later, you can already hear the familiar sound of your front door being unlocked, bringing you back down to the reality that you’d eventually have to face him.

“Y/n, what’s going on?” 

Minho looked like the way he did that one fateful morning, confused and worried, and maybe a little bit mad, but understandably so. 

“You’ve been ignoring me for days. Fucking days Y/n! I have no idea what has gotten into you or if I did something wrong for you to just avoid me.” 

“I know, I know,” you say apprehensively, still seated on the couch of your living room. “I’m sorry.” 

Minho only huffed at that, dumbfounded. “Sorry? That’s all you’re going to say?” 

“Min, please. Just calm down for—” 

“Calm down? Y/n I—” he takes a deep breath and runs his hands over his face as he starts to lightly pace around, trying to figure out the right words to say while keeping his temper down. “I can’t calm down, Y/n. You know why? It’s because my best friend for years decided to suddenly ignore me, ignore my calls and messages, leaving me on read, and mind you this went on for days. And for what reason? I don’t know! The only time I finally get to see you is when I physically brought my ass to your apartment.” 

You stare at him wide-eyed, mouth opening and closing like a fish as you try to find the right words to say, processing every single word he says with hurt in his voice. 

“How long did you plan on ignoring me? 5 days? A week? A month?”

“Minho—” 

“A year? Maybe a decade even—”

“Minho!”

“What?!” 

His chest heavily rises and falls as he finally stops pacing to finally look at you, his feline eyes filled with both anger and hurt as it look at your regretful ones.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have ignored you like that,” is all you say, his eyes slowly softening at the sight of the tears welling in your eyes. But he still stays silent and huffs out a breath in an attempt to calm himself down, racking his mind through all the possible reasons why you’d do something like that.

“Then why?” He asks after what feels like years of deafening silence. “If you wanted time alone, you could have just told me.” 

“No, it’s-” you gulp, throwing your hand back against the couch as you press your palms against your eyes. Right. You have to eventually tell him sooner or later. “It’s not that.” 

“Then what is it?”

He finally flops beside you on the couch, eyes glued to the ceiling as he rests his head against the soft cushion until… 

“Wait, you’re not pregnant are you?” 

You immediately turn to him and look at him as if he had grown another head in shock. “Pregna– no! God no, no! It’s not that. Jesus may he forbid it.” 

“Okay, so what’s the catch then?” 

You say nothing, staying tight-lipped as you were a few minutes ago, leaving Minho with nothing but silence once more. He rolls his eyes, but this time, there’s a small smile now gracing his lips. Everything was much calmer now than it was moments ago, nothing but the sound of both your breathing fills his ears. He doesn’t mind the silence now that he’s with you, seeing you, next to you, hearing you. Something he wasn’t able to do the last three days which, in his book, was torture enough. Sure, he missed sneakily making out with you in one of the old buildings around campus or perhaps skipping a class just so the two of you could fuck the stress out in the back of his car, but he also missed annoying your ears off,  reading your texts and hearing your voice, he missed grabbing a sub with you after your afternoon classes every Tuesday, and he missed taking naps with you in the library. 

So spending time with you right now even if it’s just like this after he last saw you at the cafe with Sujie then—

Wait a minute. 

The last time he saw you was at the cafe with Sujie. 

Sujie.

“Y/n.” He calls out, making you reply with an annoyed “Yes?” 

“You’re not… jealous, are you?” 

Again, you turn to look at him so fast, it almost breaks your neck. “What? Me? Jealous? Are you out of your mind?!” You abruptly stand up, quickly making your way toward your kitchen to get a glass of cold water. You weren’t even thirsty, but you knew that if you stayed a second longer on that couch, you felt like you were going to explode. “Who would I have to be jealous of in the first place?” 

“Sujie, the girl from the cafe. Come on, Y/n. I know you,” he says, following you with this stupidly handsome grin on his face. “And I know you didn’t have a report that day, you would have told me the day before. So I know you just made that up as an excuse to leave.”

The cold water going down your suddenly-dry throat was like a kick to the gut. Curse Minho and the years you’ve spent time together. Of course, he’d figure it out. 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” 

“Hm. I’m pretty sure you do.” 

Minho traps you with his arms planted on either side of you, leaving you trapped behind him and against the marble counter, his lips ghosting against your ear, brushing against the shell as he speaks. 

“And for all I know, you’ve always been a terrible liar.” 

Goosebumps erupt from your skin when he starts lightly kissing your neck as he presses himself against you, feeling his growing bulge against your ass. “You don’t have to feel so jealous of her, baby.” 

“Minho—” your words were cut off with a gasp as you felt his teeth nip against that one sensitive spot by your ear. 

“You know I only want you.” His hands find your hips, his fingers dipping under your shirt just to feel your soft skin. His warm breath against your skin sends tingles across your body, especially when you feel his hands softly rubbing against your stomach while the other is dangerously drawing closer to your breasts.

“I won’t find anyone else when you’re always so, so good to me.” 

“M-Minho, wait,” you say, but it only falls on deaf ears. He continues to kiss your neck and your shoulder even when you still had your shirt on, the hand that was by your stomach was now moving toward the hem of your shorts, toying with the elastic before slowly slipping each of his fingers inside. 

“She’s no one, you don’t have to worry about her, yeah?” 

“Min…” you feel him graze against your mound, raking his fingers against the hairs that would make your knees buckle if it were any other day, and give in, let him take you then and there. But this isn’t what you wanted, not right now, despite the fact that you’re probably dripping into your panties at this point. 

“Minho,” you say his name a bit firmer this time, and your body almost screams the moment you pull yourself away from him, twisting your body so you can properly face him and add some distance. “Min, please.” 

He pulls his hands away from your body almost immediately, backing up just a bit with concern lacing his features. “Is there something wrong?”

“Nothing, just,” you gulp, fixing the stray hairs from your face. “Is this about Sujie?” Minho asks, his voice serious but tone soft enough to offer some semblance of reassurance. When you didn’t say anything, opting to just stay silent while you looked anywhere but his eyes, he took that as a yes. “Look, I’m not sleeping with her, alright? So if you’re worrying about me not being clean—” 

“Minho, God no, it’s not that.” 

“Then what is it?” His words come out a bit harsher than intended. But can you blame him? His patience is already running thin because you just can’t seem to get straight to the point, keeping him on edge. “I just don’t understand why you’re so jealous of Sujie when she’s just a frie—” 

“It’s because I like you, okay?!” 

Feeling as if the world stood still would be an understatement the moment you blurted those words out. Minho was just as shocked as you were, seeing as his eyes were just as wide as yours in utter disbelief. The shared silence between the two of you was far more uncomfortable this time around as you waited for him to say something, anything. But all he gave you was the rapid blinking he always does when he’s trying to make sense of this, big boba eyes looking at yours as he tries to figure out if you’re being serious or not. 

“Is that it?” he mutters out. “That’s the reason why you’ve avoided me for days? It’s because you like me?” 

“Why are you repeating it like it’s such a bad thing?”

“It’s not, it’s just…” he shakes his head, a breathy chuckle escaping him. “I don’t think we’re supposed to… you know… catch feelings.”

What he said made you raise a brow, head tilting to the side as you were hit with the irony of it all. “And friends aren’t supposed to fuck each other but here we are,” you scoff out, pushing down the sudden bitter feeling that had your hands feeling ice cold. 

“Okay, that’s a different thing. We’re talking about falling in love here,” Minho replies, sounding a bit more defensive than before as he puts his hands in front of him as if he’s trying to make a point. “And why is that such a bad thing?” You ask back, trying to mask the hurt in your voice and staying composed, putting your hands against the counter behind you. 

“Because…” he breathes out, and you see the way he’s starting to hesitate, contemplating on the right words to say.  “I just don’t think we’re on the same page.”

Your hands grasp the counter tighter at that. 

“Minho, we’ve known each other since we were teens. It’s not like I’m a stranger or anything,” you say with a chuckle of disbelief, your voice almost pleading as you try to search for his eyes, looking for something; a spark maybe, the same light in your eyes every time you get to be with him, or perhaps some warmth? 

“Come on, Min.” You inch closer to him, pushing yourself off the marble just so you can see him eye to eye with tears that you can no longer control, already brimming on your waterline. “I can’t be the only one who’s feeling this way.” 

Your gaze travels all over his features as you reach out to hold his face— to the crinkle of his forehead to the faint smile lines by his eyes, the subtle texture on the skin of his nose, trying to memorize every single detail because this may be the last time you’ll be able to see him like this— quiet and vulnerable, a side he doesn’t normally show to anyone else but you. 

He stays silent, and you hope that maybe, just maybe, there’s a chance, a miracle perhaps. 

“I’m sorry, I-I don’t think I can.”

He places his hand on top of yours, thumbing at your skin as he leans into your touch, his eyes filled with nothing but regret. “I’m sorry.”

Dread fills you the moment you hear those words, your throat suddenly going dry as silent tears finally stream down your face. “Do you not love me, Min?” Your voice sounding so broken only breaks Minho’s heart more, swallowing the bile that threatens to spill from his lips at the thought of hurting you this way. 

“Come on, say it. Say it straight to my face,” you say through your sobs. “Tell me, Min. Please, so I can start moving on from you. Please” 

“I…” He starts to remove your hands from his face, his grip remaining firm as he holds you.  “I’m sorry but I just… I don’t think we can continue doing this anymore.” He says. “This friends-with-benefits thing, I don’t think it was a good idea.” Finally, he lets go of your hand, letting you to finally wipe the tears from your face with a bitter chuckle. “You think?” 

“Fuck around and find out, right?” 

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The club feels stuffy, especially when it’s packed with drunk people. You should know that by now, should have trusted your gut and and just stayed at home, but did you listen? Nope, not at all, but this guy that you just met, who goes by the name ‘Changbin', was at least making this a little more tolerable. He’s a pretty nice guy, ordering you your drinks and keeping you company while the friends that you came with were no longer to be found. The last time you’ve seen them was when they left to go to the dancefloor, easily getting lost in the sea of bodies dancing with the rhythm of the loud music that only makes your ears ring, yet the sound of Changbin’s laughter as you tell him an embarrassing joke back when you were in 5th grade still sounds clear as glass in your ears. 

He’s charming with a dimpled smile, hella ripped too. Have you seen the size of that man’s biceps? Truly delectable. 

But there’s one thing that you also couldn’t ignore tonight, and that is the feeling of being watched. Normally, that would ring some alarm bells in your head, but the familiar silhouette of a man from the corner of your eye lets you know that Changbin’s attention is not the only thing you’ve attracted tonight.

It’s him.

You take a sip from your drink before letting your vision fly elsewhere, looking for that one person who’s been burning holes in the back of your head the whole evening.

There, you find him standing at the corner a few feet away from you, Minho with his own drink in hand, sharp feline-like eyes never leaving yours as he takes a sip from his cup, watching you intently like a hawk.

This was the first time you had seen him after what happened a few weeks ago, having no contact with him since that day. So seeing him here was definitely a surprise. Out of every club available in the city, he just really had to go to this one. 

You have no idea how long he’s been standing there or when he even got here, and despite the club being almost dark save for the strobe lights, you know fully well that he doesn’t like what he’s seeing. The irony of how the tables have turned makes you wanna scoff. 

You couldn’t care less if he’s pissed, not when you guys weren’t and aren’t together in the first place. So feeling guilty for entertaining a potential lay who isn’t him is definitely out of the table.

But Minho’s here, watching you flirt with the muscular guy from afar (squeezing his biceps too while you’re at it), getting a taste of his own medicine. Might as well piss him off a bit more. 

Besides, there’s absolutely nothing he can do about it.

“Wanna dance with me, Changbin?”

The muscled man didn’t need much convincing, readily offering his hand to you with a smile, helping you off the bar stool before leading you toward the dancefloor. Heat spreads on your cheeks when Changbin guides you through the crowd with a protective arm around your waist until you reach the center, the bass of the upbeat music reverberates through your body. 

With a few drinks in your system, you don't hesitate to dance right away, feeling the music and the energy while Changbin joins in on the fun, watching you move your body while he has his hands on your hips helping you sway before he twirls you around and pulls you against his sturdy chest. 

You close your eyes just for a bit, opting to just let your worries fade away into the back of your brain even if it’s just for tonight. Who cares if Minho is here? He can go fuck himself. It’s about time you move on from him anyway, especially when he made it very clear that you and he are just simply meant to be, something you couldn’t fully stomach a few weeks ago because not only have you lost someone you’ve been intimate with, for lack of better word, you also lost a friend and the years of friendship with it. All that down the drain just because you thought that acting on your feelings was the right idea. 

But tonight is not about that. Tonight, you’re going to redeem yourself and turn over a new leaf. 

Body grinding against body, Changbin handling you well would be an understatement. His touches were respectable enough to not raise a few flags but curious enough to set butterflies flying all over your tummy, his head by your neck breathing in your scent. He’s grown confident enough to breathe against your skin, even smile against it when you giggle every time his fingers wander down your ticklish sides.

“Wanna get another drink before we go somewhere more private?” he asks, his voice sounding way deeper than usual. You smile when he starts peppering kisses on your neck while your arms reach behind you to play with his hair and touch his face, goosebumps rising from your skin at the feeling. “Make it quick then,” you simply reply. “I can’t wait to get the hell out of here.” 

Changbin plants one final kiss before leaving, whispering a quick “I’ll be right back” before disappearing, leaving you alone on the dance floor.

You took the time to enjoy the alone time, fixing your hair and smoothing your dress just before your date for the night comes back, hoping that your makeup is still intact after sweating a bit due to the heat (which, then again, solidifies why you hate packed clubs because it makes the whole place hotter with the number of sweaty bodies. 

But not even a few minutes later, you felt a pair of hands on your waist once again, and thinking it was Changbin, you placed your hands on top of it and giggled. “Back so soon?” you teased, pressing your body against his chest. “Looks like someone’s eager to get out of here.” 

“Yeah, no doubt about that, angel.” 

The familiar voice almost made your stomach drop, your eyes widening in surprise as you pushed yourself off the person behind you. “What the—”

That wasn’t Changbin. 

“Fancy seeing you here, Y/n.”  

It was Minho. 

“What are you doing here?!” you said, totally freaked out. “What am I doing here? I honestly have no idea why you’re acting so surprised when you literally saw me a while ago.” Despite the dizzying strobe lights, you can still see his signature smug look, a smirk plastered on his lips that you so desperately wanted to wipe off. 

“Yeah but—” you sputtered, “that’s beside the point! What are you doing here?” 

“The same reason why you’re here,” Minho simply says, his hands moving to hold you again but you just shrugged him off, infuriated at the fact that he could just come here and show himself as if nothing happened. “Are you following me or something?”

“Don’t flatter yourself, sweetheart. Me seeing you here is purely just a coincidence,” he scoffs out, this time tucking a loose strand of your hair behind your ear, and this time, you let him, momentarily sidetracked by the way he eyed you up and down. “But you are right about one thing though.” 

“And what would that be?” The way his eyes simply locked with yours managed to spread heat all over your body, and the familiarity that it holds, something that you haven’t seen in a long time, something that you’ve missed, was enough to make your walls crumble, so much so you let him wrap an arm around your waist just so he could pull you closer to him, close enough to have his breath fanning against your lips and your noses touch. 

“That I am eager to get the fuck out of here and preferably with you.” 

Leaning in to kiss him seems like the easier choice for you right now, especially when temptation itself presents itself to you wearing a button-up top and matching faux leather jeans and jacket with the name Lee Minho written on its birth certificate, but you can’t let yourself give in right now, not when your resolve is too high for you to just let go.

“I’m sorry but I—”

“I didn’t ask you a question. We’re both leaving. Right now.” 

It was as if the air around you went still the moment you realized he was serious. Gone was the mischief playing in his eyes, gone was his smile. All that’s left is a shell of the man that Minho used to be, replaced by a side of him that completely screams territorial and jealousy.

You didn’t even have the chance to say anything because he’s already moving with you in tow, your dumb silly legs having a mind of their own because you were already letting yourself get dragged through the crowd. After all, whether you admit it or not, this is what you wanted. 

“B-but what about Changbin?” you shout against the loud music and all you got from him was a fierce “He can go fuck himself.” 

Minho was quick to move, leading you outside by your wrist until you found yourself in the club’s parking area, the cool night air helping you to sober you up and realize what was going on. 

“Minho, wait—” you said, tugging against his grip, some self-restraint that’s left in you telling you that this isn’t a good idea, that going home with Minho tonight won’t change anything and could possibly make it worse, but just like before, he doesn’t listen, only tightening his grip until it starts to become uncomfortable. 

“Minho,” you call out again, digging your heels against the payment to add more weight so that he could at least stop and look at you, tell you whatever is running in that head of his, or give you at least some sort of clarity where all this would lead to. “Minho, can you just stop for a sec?” 

This scenario feels oddly familiar, reminding you of that day that altered the course of your life significantly. He’s still so stubborn, a trait of his that never changed, and he’s still too mysterious, and unreadable at times to the point where you can’t seem to understand him at all. Just like right now. 

“Minho, you’re hurting me!” 

Only then did Minho stop, seemingly snapping out of his own thoughts as he finally turned to look at you, his grip now slowly loosening around your wrist, and his eyes now looking at you apologetically.

“What the fuck is this even all about?!” You said, puffing with anger and looking at him incredulously and utterly confused as you pulled your hand away from him. “Why did you just suddenly decide that it’s a good fucking idea to drag me out of the club and steal me away from my date?!” 

“You call that a date? You barely know the guy!” Minho replied with a scoff, shoving his hands into his pockets, acting as if he just made a valid point which only made you want to strangle him until he lost his breath. 

“Who the fuck cares!” you grit out, arms thrown out in the air almost comically. “I’m only trying to fuck him anyway, not marry him!” Your finger points at him, using it to shove him in the chest. 

“Besides,” a shove. “I can date and talk to whoever the fuck I want,” another shove. “Because here’s news for you, Minho, we’re not together!” and another.  “We only fucked each other for mutual benefit and you decided to cut it off because, in your words, we’re not on the same page! So forgive me for fooling around with some guy I just met who isn’t you—” you tried to shove him again, but this time, he catches your hand and stops you before you could even do anything, his body inching closer to yours until your faces a inches apart, his eyes holding both anger and annoyance and perhaps a little bit of regret too because he knows damn well what you said was right, that he did said those words and now it’s all coming back to him to bite him on the bum. But he stays serious and doesn’t let the mean and tough demeanor melt away, not even just a bit.

“We both know that even if he did fuck you tonight, all you’re going to think about is me,” he confidently says, a faint ghost of a smirk decorating his lips. You feel yourself flush at his sudden declaration, eyes slightly widening at his words that are just straight-up vulgar but somehow it still struck on your arousal, a scenario of you under the buffer man’s body yet all you could remember were the nights you spent with Minho now being painted into your mind. It feels all too wrong yet you know he’s right. Perhaps only the gods would know how much you’d struggle to forget about him, and sleeping with another man even just for one night would do little to no help in doing that.  

“And we both know that you’re mine, angel. Always have been,” this time, Minho’s voice is a lot quieter, almost sounding like a whisper as his face now so close to yours you could feel your breaths mixing together, your noses almost perfectly slotting side by side as he continues to peer into your eyes. “Your mind, your body, your soul. All mine.” 

You gulp, your heart beating rapidly against your chest as you fight back the sudden urge to just kiss him already just to shut him up, but you can’t because that would be simply proving his point, something you’d wanna put off from doing for now because your pride is too high for you to just give in, so you shut your eyes tight and took a deep breath, even when the feeling of his cold nose brush against your cheek made you shudder.

God, you so desperately wanna give in already.

“I’m not yours, Minho.” You said as firmly as you could, finally opening your eyes so that you could look at him with sheer determination. It seemed to work though, as something seemed to shift in Minho’s gaze, darkening as each second passed. 

Oh?

You’re familiar with this look, this side of him that had the kind of gaze that had you bursting with adrenaline and arousal before when you used to push his buttons until he got fed up with your bratty attitude. 

And right now, it still works on you, warmth spreading throughout your body as it yearns for his touch again, crumbling your resolve to bits. But you hold on to the very last bit of your sanity, wanting to drag it all out because that’s what you want, pushing his buttons and resisting to be under his control which would only make him want to take it back from you, show you who you belong too. Right now, it wouldn’t matter to Minho what he said before, he would take it back if he could as long as you get to be his again. 

Not that you have a problem with that, but since you’re petty for what he did, there’s no harm done in making him work for it even just a little bit more. 

“Oh? Do I need to remind you who you belong to?” He’d pick you up and sling you over his shoulder to bring you home if he could, but he can't, not until he sees you pick up on what he’s insinuating here which you definitely did. Right now, you have the choice to push him away again or take the bait. 

You stayed silent, your eyes never moving away from his, feeling his intense gaze wash all over your body.

“I don’t know,” you drag out, a small smile appearing on your face as you tilt your head to the side. “Maybe Changbin can remind me instead, he looks promising.” 

“Don’t you even dare say his name ever again—” 

“And what the fuck are you gonna do about it? Piss on me like a fucking dog marking its territory?”

There it is. His eyes narrow toward you and he sees the mischief sparkle in your eyes and hears the teasing undertone in your words. You just took the bait and are now dangling it right in front of him just to prove a point.

“Fuck around and find out, why don’t you?” 

---

The number of traffic violations Minho just committed as he drove you to his place was far too much to count, speeding through the empty streets just so he could get there faster and driving through a red light just so there’s no time wasted. It’s obvious how his patience has already run thin, his lips already crashing into yours the moment you step inside his apartment, tugging at each other’s article of clothing because the two of you can’t seem to bear the thought of not being able to feel more of the other’s skin.

As he pushes you against the door, his lips already sucking bruises on your neck, you manage to snake one of your hands to the front of his pants, palming his already hard cock which made him hiss against your skin. 

“Bedroom. Now.” You didn’t need to be told twice, already moving out of the way so you can head to his room, removing your heels in the process while Minho is already removing his leather jacket and leaving it lifelessly thrown at his living room floor. 

By the time you reach his room, he wastes no time pushing you onto his bed, making you land on your back before he climbs above you, kissing you again with so much heat and fervor. Tongue clashing against tongue, teeth mashing against teeth, you moan into his mouth when his hand cups one of your breasts into his hand, fondling and squeezing it almost impatiently against the fabric of your breast. 

A single nip of his teeth against your skin has you tugging on his top, desperately wanting to take it off of him just so you can already feel and touch his skin without a barrier of clothing separating your bodies.

“I thought you didn’t want me tonight?” Minho sarcastically quips, pulling himself away from you to help you untuck his top from his pants. “I thought you said you didn’t love me,” you reply just as quickly, impatiently unbuttoning his dress shirt until you decided that it was taking too long for your liking so you just tugged harshly against the fabric until the buttons get ripped out and fly everywhere the room, hitting the floor beneath. 

“For the record, I never said I didn’t love you,” says as he shrugs the now useless top off of him. “I only said that it isn’t working out for us anymore.” 

Now it was your turn to get undressed, Minho flipping you onto your stomach just so he could pull your zipper down your back, leaving you a few seconds just to ponder over what he said. “Yeah? But what’s the difference? All that sounds the same to me,” you said as you pushed yourself off the mattress just so you could slide your dress off, leaving only your undergarments on before throwing it on the floor.

“Now you’re just being dense,” Minho scoffs, unbuckling his belt while you lay back down, finally facing him again. “And you’re being confusing,” you snarkily reply, your hands reaching out to unbutton his jeans. He only rolls his eyes before a hand moves to grab your face, his fingers squeezing your cheeks. “Less talking, more kissing, yeah?”

True to his word, he starts kissing you again, releasing your face just so he can hurriedly pull his pants down while he shoves his tongue in your mouth, battling with yours with a quiet groan before moving to kiss and lick at your jaw and neck that had you whimpering while you thread your fingers through his hair, tugging at it whenever you seem fit just to illicit another groan from him. 

He takes his time kissing you and sucking on your skin, adding more hickies to your neck and chest all the while he’s pulling on your bra straps to free one of your breasts just so he can pop a nipple in his mouth while he toys with the other using his fingers. He alternates between sucking on your tits to teasing your nipples with his tongue, occasionally nipping it too just to hear you hiss before trailing his kisses down your stomach then to your lower abdomen, just above your pubic bone while his fingers play with the elastic of your panties.

All the teasing he’s been doing goes straight to your core, a growing wet patch already forming in your panties, and if Minho ever saw it, he doesn’t comment on it, too focused on the way you’re already panting as if you’re out of breath like you’ve run a marathon when all you did was just make out. Not that he was doing any better, he’s already rock hard in his boxers, the tent all too prominent with the way the stretchy fabric morphs around his member as he sits on his knees just so he can slide your panties off of you. 

He spreads your legs just as quick, hissing at the way your wetness seems to glisten under the light, even close to salivating just by looking at it. “Fucking hell, angel,” Minho huffs out, immediately shifting his position so that he has each of your leg over his shoulder while he’s face to face with your cunt, fingers working its way through your folds, spreading the wetness all over until it’s messy enough for his liking or until he has you squirming beneath him, desperately needing his fingers inside you and on your clit. 

“Such a wet fucking cunt,” he briefly comments before lightly tapping on your clit. “You better drench my fucking face after this or else I’m not gonna fuck you. You hear me?” 

You reply with a simple hum, no longer trusting the sound of your own voice because may god forbid you hear how desperate you sound like right now, especially when he’s teasing you all the right places. A harsh bite to your thigh then pulls you out of your thoughts, making you yelp out from the sharp pain as you look down to where Minho is, only to be met by a glare. “Yapping your damn mouth all over the place earlier and now you can’t talk?”

Holy fuck.

His words only make you whine and make your pussy clench around nothing, a wave of arousal from the pit of your stomach washing through your body. God how you missed this, how you missed this side of Minho, the one that had you easily slipping into a more submissive headspace, the one that had you feeling needier than ever. 

“S-sorry,” you managed to stutter out, heat spreading on your cheeks from the sudden embarrassment. 

“So she does speak. Good.” Before you could even figure out how to respond to that, Minho pushes in two fingers right away, stretching out your hole and curling his fingers until he hits the spot that has your toes curling and you moaning out so sinfully. “You better tell me when you’re cumming then. Got that, angel?” 

“Y-yes, yes, I— fuck!” he starts fingering you before you could even finish what you were saying, the words dying on your tongue only to be replaced by your moans and the sounds of his fingers working their way in your pussy, wet slick noises accompanied by his occasional hums and grunts spurring you even more. Minho doesn’t even need to work that hard to figure out what makes you tick the most, having already memorized how your pussy works like the back of his palm. He has one of his thumbs rubbing firm circles on your clit while his fingers in your cunt massages against your sweet spot over and over again, making you literally see stars and have tears run down your face. The pleasure his fingers bring only seem to make your head swirl and your ears ring, effectively drowning out that isn’t Minho Minho Minho and the way he works his fingers in and out of your sopping cunt. 

By the time he puts in a third, he has his mouth on you, alternating from licking your pussy from bottom to top to wrapping his pretty lips around your clit. He had to taste you, especially after being away from you for so long, so excuse him when he replacing his fingers with his tongue, the strong muscle dipping into your walls just so he could taste you better, loves it when he feels you clench around it, loves it when you cry out his name when his fingers pinch your clit while he’s out it. It’s driving him delirious; your taste, your smell, your pussy, your moans, everything. 

“M-Minho, c-close— ah! —if you keep doing that, I-I’ll cum!” you warn him the best as you could, your fingers already tugging at his roots while you grind your cunt against him, chasing your high. And when you do cum, your whole body shakes from the intensity of it, convulsing beneath him like a leaf as you brokenly moan out his name while your eyes roll to the back of your head. 

It isn't until the overstimulation starts to kick in when you start to move against him, but he doesn’t budge, continuing to stimulate your core with his mouth as he laps at your juices, even using his arms to lock your legs over his shoulders in place. 

“We’re not done yet, sweetheart,” he says, voice muffled against your cunt because he’s too into it now to move his mouth away. “Give me another then I’ll consider fucking your pussy.”

It’s when the sting of the overstimulation bleeds into pleasure that makes your whole body feel like putty, hearing nothing but static as he starts to build you up again for another orgasm which seemed quicker than the first. In no time, you’re clenching around him again, your back arching off the bed while the coil that’s wrapped up tightly in the pit of your stomach threatens to snap. The only time you unravel beneath him for the second time was when he presses his hand against your lower abdomen, the added pressure did nothing but to amp up to the pleasure against your sweet spot. 

“That’s it, angel. Fucking cum for me just like that, just like that, baby—” you feel warmth spread through you then out of you, squirting all over his wrist and his awaiting tongue, cumming for what feels like eternity as the pleasure of your release leaves you no concept of time.

Minho milks you through your orgasm, pulling out his fingers just so he could rub your wetness all over your cunt before he flips you to your stomach to puts a pillow underneath your hips for the perfect angle. 

“I’ll fuck you now, hmm? Squirted all over my face so now I’m gonna give you my cock, okay angel?” He makes quick work of ridding himself of his boxers, finally setting his cock free from its confines, and slides it between your ass and pussy, gathering as much wetness as it could before he slides in. He practically moans at the feeling of your walls swallowing his hard cock, the warm velvety muscle wrapping around the length of it, watching it from above as he slowly slides it in and out of your pussy with both of his hands on your hips. 

Your toes curl every time he pushes in, still sensitive from your earlier orgasm. The pillow beneath you only made his cock slide against your sweet spot even more, hitting you just at the right angle that has you moaning against the sheets. 

“You feel so fucking good around me, angel,” Minho moans out, and you could almost imagine the way his head is thrown back in pleasure, exposing that pretty neck of his that you could just bite and mark up. Perhaps next time when you’re not absolutely getting your brains fucked out you’d take the chance. 

The moment Minho cages you in with his arms planted on each of your side, you know you’re gone. His thrusts had already sped up, his balls slapping against your swollen clit as the sound of skin against skin and slick echoes throughout the room. The extra stimulation of his cock perfectly hitting your sweet spot all thanks to the damned pillow beneath your stomach only brings you closer to your third release of the night. 

Minho isn’t too far off, the deprivation he felt for weeks of not feeling you is not catching up to him, but still he tries to fend off his orgasm until yours, his arms already shaking in effort. 

“You gotta come for me, angel. Wanna feel you cum around my cock,” he grunts out, his chest now pressed against your back as he fully cages you in, his lips dragging against the skin of your back before pressing kisses on your shoulders blades. “Need you to cum for me, sweetheart. I miss feeling you ‘round me.” 

He thrusts against you a few more times before he resorts to just grinding his cock against your walls, hissing at the way it rubs against him, even more so when you clench around him as you finally cum for the final time, tears spilling from your eyes due to the intensity of it. 

“Fucking hell, that’s it, baby. Oh shit— just clench around just like that, holy fuck—” he starts fucking you again, quickly thrusting into just so he could catch your high while he milks you through yours. 

“I’m gonna fucking cum in this pussy, got that?” he says breathlessly, pushing himself off of you just so he could grab your hips again, his fingers digging into your flesh. “Then I’m gonna fucking piss on you. Mark you all up like a stupid little mutt because you're mine. You’re my fucking territory. Mine.” 

You only whine at his words, too cock drunk to even figure out what he’s saying, mindlessly repeating his words back to him as you grip the sheets. “C-cum, piss—” you hiccup out. “M-Minho, need y-your cum, please.” 

With his bottom lip caught between his teeth and a few more harsh thrusts, he cums with a guttural groan, fingers tightly digging into your hips you’re sure there’d be bruises on your skin the next day. With every pump of his cum inside you, he shallowly thrusts inside you before he pulls out just to finish on your ass and back. Sputters of his seed was soon followed by a warm stream of his piss, relieving himself with a groan as he makes a mess all over your body, the liquid spilling all over your ass to your back and cunt, mixing in with his cum until it spills unto the sheets below you. 

After that, only the sounds of your shared heavy panting can be heard, catching both of your breaths in silence until you break into a tired chuckle. 

“Damn,” you say, wincing when you feel the liquid on your back rapidly cool against your heated skin. “You could always just ask me out, you know?” 

Minho only rolls his eyes on you with that, his head hanging between his shoulders as he chuckles with you. “Shut up. You liked it anyway—” 

“You even went with the dramatics, Min. What was that again? Fuck around and find out?”

“Very funny, Y/n. Let’s get you cleaned up now.” 

---

Minho settles beside you on the pull out couch, his bed being not available at the moment because of your early… activities. His bedsheets are already in the washing machine while the two of you had already bathed and dressed comfortably with you wearing of his shirts. 

He spoons you from behind, his arms tucking beneath yours while he nuzzles his face against your neck and hair, your limbs all tangled up from one another. It’s already 3 am at that point and everything is quiet, the earth seemingly as sleep. It feels oddly peaceful this way in his arms with his hand laced with yours as your tucked closely against his chest, easily making you feel sleepy. 

“Y/n,” before you pass out, you hear Minho quietly whisper and you answer with a tired “Hm?”

“I meant it when I said that I only want you.” 

Your heart starts to beat rapidly at his sudden confession, effectively waking your system up, but you stay still, your breathing still controlled as you try to stay silent, so silent in fact that Minho almost thought that you were already asleep. “I’m sorry that I was a coward and ran away from what I felt towards you,” he continues, further nuzzling his face against you as his hold tightens against your body. “I just don’t wanna lose you again.”

You hear the vulnerability in Minho’s voice, the way he sounded so sincere and genuine as he holds you close to him, the way he’s thumbing against the skin of your hand taking you back to the nights you’ve spent with him just like this— just you and him in the comfort of each other's arms. 

“We’ll talk about it tomorrow?” You finally reply and Minho breathes out a sigh of relief. 

"That necklace doesn't exactly match your usual aesthetic," he teased, tilting his head. "Hand it over."

You turned slowly to face him, a smirk curling on your lips beneath your own mask. The city lights painted both of you in shifting hues of blue and pink as you straightened up, rolling your shoulders with feline grace.

"And here I thought you'd finally learned to mind your own business, Spidey," you purred, voice smooth and teasing. "Didn't your mother ever teach you it's rude to crash a girl's private party?"

He chuckled, the sound low and warm even through the mask. "Only when the girl in question keeps stealing things that don't belong to her." He took one graceful step closer, head cocked. "C'mon, Black Cat. Don't make me chase you again. You know how much I enjoy it."

The tension between you crackled like electricity in the night air, familiar, dangerous, and undeniably thrilling.

You let out a soft, mischievous giggle that danced through the night air, the sound light and taunting. You took a few graceful steps backward until the heels of your boots were right at the very edge of the rooftop. The vast city sprawled endlessly behind you, a glittering sea of ​​lights and concrete far below.

With your back to the dizzying drop, you tilted your head, eyes gleaming with playful challenge beneath your mask.

"Catch me, Spidey!" you purred, voice dripping with sweetness.

Then, without hesitation, you let yourself fall.

You tipped backwards off the ledge, arms spread like wings as gravity claimed you. The wind rushed violently past your ears, whipping your hair as you plummeted through the cool night air. For a split second, the world became a thrilling blur of neon and stars.

A heartbeat later, you heard his familiar shout, half exasperated, half exhilarated.

"Seriously!? Again!?"

The wind roared past you as you dropped through the open air. Seconds later, you heard Spider-Man's familiar shout as he dove after you like a crimson bullet.

"Got you-!"

He reached out with both arms, ready to catch you against his chest. At the very last moment, you twisted your body with feline grace, spinning mid-air like a black shadow. His fingers barely brushed your suit before you slipped through his grasp.

You fired your grappling claw towards the opposite building, swinging yourself smoothly onto an open balcony on a lower floor. The landing was silent and perfect.

Spider-Man was left soaring past you, still carried by his momentum through the night sky. He quickly shot a web and swung back around, landing on the railing of the balcony you were standing on.

You turned to face him, mask hiding your smirk. The city lights painted your figure in shades of violet and silver as you gave him the sweetest, most innocent smile.

"Till next time, Spider-Man," you purred softly, voice full of playful promise.

Before he could lunge forward, you blew him a teasing kiss, turned on your heel, and disappeared into the dark hallway of the building like smoke, silent, graceful, and completely untouchable. Just like the black cat you were.

Spider-Man stood frozen on the railing for a moment, staring at the empty space where you had just been. He let out a long, amused sigh and shook his head, a reluctant laugh escaping him.

He was about to swing away when something small and glossy on the floor caught his attention.

A tube of red lipstick.

He raised an eyebrow beneath his mask, a faint, amused smile forming on his lips as he crouched down and picked it up. The lipstick was elegant, sleek black casing with a silver accent. He turned it over in his fingers, still slightly warm.

A soft chuckle escaped him. "Now, that's interesting." he murmured, amused. "I shall hold this thing for you for now, Kitty."

He knew you well enough to understand this wasn't intentional. You were always precise, always in control. The fact that your lipstick had fallen without you realizing it made the discovery feel strangely intimate.

He popped the cap open for a moment, staring at the bold red shade before closing it again. With a small smirk, he tucked the lipstick safely into a hidden pocket on his suit.

He shot a web towards the next building and launched himself back into the night sky, the city lights blurring around him. Even as he swung through Seoul, the faint smile never left his face.

Meanwhile, several buildings away, you moved silently across rooftops, completely unaware that you had left a small trace of yourself behind.

--

"Well, this is new," Jisung drawled, leaning back in his chair with a lazy grin. "Never thought the ever-so-punctual Y/N could be late to class too."

You rolled your eyes and let out a heavy sigh the moment you heard his voice. Of all days, he just had to be your seatmate today. It wasn't that you hated him, really. Far from it-but your morning had already been a disaster, and the last thing you needed was his teasing.

"Don't start," you muttered, dropping into the chair beside him with more force than necessary. You shoved your bag under the desk and ran a hand through your slightly messy hair, still feeling irritated.

Jisung tilted his head, studying your face with open curiosity. His playful smile didn't fade even a little.

"Rough morning?" he asked, voice softer this time, though the teasing glint in his eyes remained.

"Worst," you replied flatly, exhaling through your nose as you slumped forward, resting your chin against your palm on the desk.

Jisung turned in his seat to face you properly, his usual playful expression softening a little.

"I could tell," he said. "You barely wore any makeup today. Woke up late?"

You shook your head.

"I spent the entire morning looking for my favorite lipstick," you grumbled. "The red one I always wear. I swear I left it on my desk last night but I couldn't find it anywhere. Had to leave the house bare-faced because of it."

"Oh, yikes," Jisung said, trying his best to sound genuinely sympathetic. "That sucks. You really like that one, right?"

"Yeah," you sighed, clearly still annoyed. "Now I feel weirdly naked without it."

Jisung leaned his cheek against his hand, watching you with a small, comforting smile

"Well, you still look pretty even without it," he said casually, then quickly added with a teasing grin, "-but I get it. Girl things are important."

You let out a small huff, somewhere between annoyed and amused, and gently bumped his arm with your elbow.

"Shut up."

Just as you were about to reply, the classroom door opened and Professor Kim walked in, looking slightly hurried.

"Morning, class. Let's jump right in," he said, setting his laptop on the desk. "We're starting a major project today. It will count for 35% of your final grade."

He projected the assignment on the screen. The title read: "Innovative Solutions in Environmental Science."

"You'll be working in pairs. The task is to choose a real-world environmental problem, conduct research, design a scientific solution or prototype, and present your findings with supporting data. This includes literature review, methodology, and experimental design."

A wave of murmurs and a few groans filled the room. Professor Kim smiled . "And I've already assigned the pairs randomly."

He began reading from his list. When he reached your name, your stomach dropped slightly.

"Y/N..." he paused, "and Han Jisung."

You slowly turned your head towards Jisung. He was already looking at you with a bright, cheeky grin, clearly entertained by his luck.

"No way," he whispered, leaning closer. You let out a long, tired sigh and dropped your forehead onto the desk.

"How unlucky." you mumbled.

Jisung chuckled softly, nudging your arm playfully.

"Hey, don't sound so heartbroken. I'm actually really good at science, you know," he teased. "Plus, now I have to help you find that missing lipstick. Can't have my project partner in a bad mood the whole time."

You turned your head on the desk to glare at him with one eye. He just smiled wider, looking far too happy about this arrangement.

"Partners?" he asked, holding out his hand.

You stared at his hand for a second before reluctantly giving him a weak high-five.

"...Partners," you groaned.

The weekend arrived wrapped in velvet darkness.You moved like liquid shadow across the rooftops of Seoul's most exclusive district. The cool night wind pressed against your sleek black suit as you slipped in and out of the heavily guarded mansion. Minutes later, the 637-carat diamond necklace rested heavily against your chest, its weight warm and satisfying.You were perched on the edge of a tall glass building when his voice rang out behind you, smooth and teasing.

"Stealing from corrupt politicians now, Kitty? That's bold, even for you."

You turned with a smirk, silver claws glinting under the moonlight. Spider-Man stood on the adjacent rooftop, his red-and-black suit glowing against the neon cityscape, the white spider emblem bold across his chest.

You let out a soft, playful laugh. "What can I say? I have excellent taste," you purred, tilting your head. "Besides, this necklace would look much better decorating my neck than his greasy one. Don't you agree, Spidey?"

He took a graceful step closer, head tilted in amusement.

"I'd say it would look even better in a museum. Or better yet..." His mask lenses narrowed playfully, "in my hand after I catch you."

You grinned beneath your mask and took a few steps back, muscles coiled like a spring.

"Then come and get it," you challenged sweetly. Without another word, you spun and leapt off the building. The chase began. You soared through the night, landing lightly on the next rooftop before immediately jumping again. Spider-Man was right behind you, swinging gracefully from building to building with powerful webs.

"You're getting slower, Kitty!" he called out mid-swing, voice full of teasing affection. "Or maybe you just like it when I chase you?"

You landed on a narrow glass ledge and shot him a sultry look over your shoulder. "Maybe I do," you replied flirtatiously, voice carrying through the wind. "It's cute watching you try so hard to keep up with me."

He laughed—bright and warm—as he swung closer. "Cute? I'll show you cute when I finally catch you and pin you against a wall."

Your laughter rang out like bells as you leapt to the next building, heart racing with thrill. You glanced back at him, eyes sparkling with challenge.

"Promises, promises, Spider-Boy. You've been saying that for months, yet here I am... still one step ahead."

The two of you danced across the Seoul skyline, a dangerous, flirtatious game of cat and spider. Every jump, every swing, every teasing word crackled with electricity between you. But in the middle of a particularly daring leap to a lower rooftop, you miscalculated.

Your hand slipped on the wet concrete edge. A sharp cry escaped your lips as pain tore through your right palm. You landed hard, rolling across the rooftop, warm blood instantly soaking through your glove.You clutched your injured hand to your chest, teeth gritted against the burning pain.

Spider-Man landed a few meters away, concern flashing in his lenses. "Kitty—?!"

Before he could reach you, you forced yourself up and fired your grappling claw, swinging away into the darkness once more. You disappeared between two buildings like a shadow swallowed by night. Even wounded, you still escaped.

--

The image of you—Black Cat— clutching your bleeding hand refused to leave Jisung's mind. All week long, he kept replaying that moment, the sharp cry you tried to hide, the way you still forced yourself to keep running despite the injury. Every night he swung through the city, hoping to catch even a glimpse of you, just to make sure you were okay. But you hadn't appeared again.

Even now, as he stood in front of his closet on Saturday afternoon, Jisung was still distracted.

"Shit..." he muttered, running a hand through his messy hair. He had spent the entire week half-present. During lectures, during practice, even while hanging out with the guys, his thoughts kept drifting back to you. The flirty, untouchable Black Cat who always slipped through his fingers. The same girl who got hurt because he had been chasing her too aggressively.

A heavy sigh left his lips as he finally grabbed a simple black hoodie and threw it on. It was only when his phone buzzed with a new message that reality hit him like a truck.

You: Hey, are you still coming over today? It's already 2:30 pm.

Jisung blinked at the screen, eyes widening in panic.

"Fuck. It's already Saturday?" He had completely lost track of time. The project meeting with you had completely slipped his mind. He quickly typed back.

Jisung: Shit sorry!! I'm on my way right now. Give me 15 minutes.

Grabbing his bag and notebook, Jisung rushed out of the dorm, still mentally distracted. Even as he walked toward your apartment, his thoughts kept circling back to Black Cat.

Is her hand okay? Did she patch it up properly? Why the hell do I even care this much...?

He shook his head, trying to push the thoughts away as he finally reached your building. He took a deep breath before pressing the doorbell to your unit.When you opened the door, Jisung offered an apologetic smile, rubbing the back of his neck.

"Hey... sorry I'm late. I kind of... lost track of time."

You raised an eyebrow, noticing how slightly disheveled he looked. He seemed more distracted than usual.

Jisung stepped inside your apartment, still trying to shake off the fog in his head. He was about to apologize again for being late when his eyes casually swept over you, and then froze. Your right hand was wrapped in a medical cast. His eyebrows furrowed deeply, concern flashing across his face. The playful, distracted expression he wore just seconds ago completely vanished.

"What happened to your hand?" he asked, voice suddenly serious. He took a small step closer, eyes locked on the white cast. "That looks pretty bad... Did you get into an accident?"

You shrugged, trying to play it off casually. "It's nothing serious. I just slipped and fell the other night. Landed on it wrong."

But Jisung wasn't convinced. His gaze lingered on the cast a second longer, and suddenly, his mind violently flashed back to that night.

Black Cat.

The way she had cried out in pain mid-jump. The way she clutched her right hand to her chest before disappearing into the shadows. The blood he had seen glistening under the moonlight.

His stomach twisted.

No... It can't be.

That's when Jisung remembered something. He dropped his bag on the floor beside the couch and crouched down to rummage through it.

"Is this yours?" he asked, pulling out a familiar sleek black tube with silver accents and held it up.

Your eyes widened the second you saw it. Without thinking, you lunged forward and snatched the lipstick out of his hand in a panic, clutching it tightly against your chest.

"Where did you get this?!" you asked sharply, voice a little too high.

Jisung blinked at your sudden reaction, slightly taken aback. "I found it on the floor in the hallway outside the lecture hall last week,"

You stared at him, heart hammering wildly in your chest. Your fingers tightened around the lipstick like it was a lifeline. For a split second, a wave of paranoia washed over you. Did he know? Could he possibly suspect anything?

Jisung tilted his head, watching your reaction with curious eyes. He noticed how tense you suddenly became, how tightly you were gripping the lipstick.

And then... the pieces started clicking together in his mind. The right hand injury, exactly where Black Cat had hurt herself that night. The same red lipstick he had picked up after she disappeared. The way you just panicked the moment he showed it to you.

No way...

He tried to push the thought away, but it kept growing louder. Jisung felt his heartbeat pick up. "You okay?" Jisung asked, forcing his voice to stay light even though his mind was spiraling. "You look really pale all of a sudden."

You quickly slipped the lipstick into your pocket and tried to act normal. "Yeah... I'm fine. Just surprised you found it. Thanks."

Jisung smiled, but it didn't quite reach his eyes this time. His gaze lingered on your cast once more.

"Then I guess I'm glad I kept it for you."

-- 

The next few weeks blurred into a tense routine. On weekdays, you and Jisung met at the library to finish the remaining sections of their research paper, the deadline now looming just a month away. The quiet corner they had once claimed felt smaller each time, the air thicker with everything unsaid.

Conversations stayed painfully polite—short exchanges about citations, methodology, and formatting. Every sentence was measured. Every glance carefully guarded. You both walked on eggshells, hyper-aware that a single slip, a careless word, or an unguarded expression could unravel the fragile secrets you'd both been hiding for so long.

Yet the nights told a different story.

Jisung's suspicions had grown into a storm he could no longer ignore. Every weekend, after parting ways with Black Cat beneath the city lights, he would see you the next morning bearing fresh marks of the battles they had fought together.

A vicious slash across Black Cat's cheek became a thin band-aid on your face by Monday morning. A deliberate trip in a narrow alley—one he had staged to test his theory—left you limping into the library the following day, your steps stiff and uneven. Each minor injury he inflicted on Black Cat, even though guilt twisted in his chest every time, appeared on your body like an undeniable signature.

He hated himself for it. But the evidence kept piling up, too consistent to be coincidence. The way you winced when you reached for a book. The fresh bruise on your wrist that matched the one he'd left on Black Cat's. The way your eyes would flicker with quiet panic whenever his gaze lingered too long on your injuries.

The more he tested the connection, the more certain he became.

Jisung made up his mind. Tonight, everything would end, one way or another. He knew about the ruby. He had overheard you muttering about it during one of your late-night rooftop conversations as Black Cat. The legendary Crimson Heart, a blood-red gem recently "donated" by a reclusive billionaire to the City Museum of Antiquities. The official story was polished and perfect. You both knew better. The ruby was stolen, another glittering piece of corruption hidden behind glass and security lasers.

He didn't plan to stop the heist. He planned to confront you in the middle of it. As Spiderman, he swung through the rain-slicked streets, heart pounding harder than it had in months. The cool night air did nothing to calm the storm inside him. Part of him still desperately hoped he was wrong. That the girl who sat beside him during classes, the one who never backed down when it comes to bickering with him wasn't the same person who danced across rooftops with him as Black Cat. That the consequences hadn't bound their fates together in such a cruel, intimate way. But deep down, he already knew.

"I knew you'd be here."

Your head snapped toward the voice, heart jolting in your chest. There he stood—Spiderman—perched at the far edge of the opposite rooftop, silhouetted against the glittering city skyline. The red and blue of his suit caught the moonlight, making him look almost unreal.

"Spidey," you mused, a playful lilt curving your lips beneath the mask. You tilted your head, letting the teasing tone drip like honey. "You're always where I am. At this rate, I might start thinking you've already fallen for me."

A low chuckle rumbled from Spiderman's chest, the sound surprisingly soft against the steady patter of rain. With a graceful flick of his wrist, he swung forward, landing just a few steps closer on the same rooftop.

Your body tensed instantly, every instinct screaming at you to stay alert.

"Hm?" He tilted his head, voice laced with something unreadable. "Why are you stepping away from me?" He took another slow step forward, rain sliding down the sleek surface of his suit like liquid shadows. "Don't tell me you're suddenly afraid of me."

Your stomach dropped. You forced out a soft, disbelieving laugh, trying to cling to your usual playful confidence. "Me? Afraid of you?" You took another careful step back, the edge of the rooftop now much closer than you liked. "Oh, Spidey..."

But every time he moved forward, you mirrored him with a step back. Your heart hammered wildly against your ribs, loud enough that you wondered if he could hear it through the rain. A nervous gulp betrayed you as your fingers twitched, ready to summon your claws at any moment.

"Y/N."

Your breath hitched sharply, the sound catching in your throat like a blade. The world seemed to tilt for a second. He had said your name with quiet certainty, as if it belonged on his tongue.

He knows. He fucking knows who you are. Ice-cold panic flooded your veins. How? When? Who the hell was he beneath that mask?

You forced a breathless, disbelieving laugh, taking another instinctive step back. "Who are you calling Y/N?" Your voice came out sharper than intended, laced with defensive edge. "You've got the wrong person, Spiderman."

"I wouldn't say a name if I wasn't confident about who you are. I know you're exactly who I think you are."

You pressed your lips together, your grip tightening around the jewel hidden behind your back. A nervous laugh almost escaped you, but you swallowed it down.

"I think all this chasing has been giving you the wrong idea," you said, shaking your head lightly. "I'm sorry, but I think we should end this here. This—"

The rest of your sentence got stuck in your throat.

A rustling sound came from him. At first, you thought he was simply shifting his weight, but then your eyes caught the movement of his hands rising toward his mask. Your brows furrowed in confusion. For a second, you could only stare as his fingers hooked beneath the fabric.

Wait. What was he doing?

Your heart skipped a beat. Slowly, he pulled the mask away from his face. The moment the fabric fell, your entire body went still.

Brown eyes met yours. Warm, familiar brown eyes. Your breath caught as your mind scrambled to make sense of what you were seeing. The face in front of you was one you knew. One you had seen countless times before. Without his usual glasses resting on the bridge of his nose, he looked different enough to throw you off for a second, but not different enough to hide who he was.

Han Jisung.

The name echoed in your head as you stared at him, unable to look away. Out of everyone, every single person, you could have expected to find beneath that mask, Han Jisung had never once crossed your mind.

"Jisung..." you breathed, the name slipping from your lips before you could stop it.

Of course he heard. He was Spiderman, after all.

The moment his eyes met yours, panic surged through your chest. "I'm sorry—I need to go."

You didn't give him a chance to respond. Before he could say anything, you turned and leaped away, putting as much distance between the two of you as possible. The wind rushed past your ears, but it did little to quiet the frantic thoughts racing through your head.

Han Jisung was Spiderman.

No matter how many times you repeated it to yourself, it still didn't feel real. Your heart wouldn't stop pounding, a mixture of shock and nervousness making it difficult to think straight. How were you supposed to face him now? How were you supposed to sit beside from him, talk to him, and pretend everything was normal after learning something like this?

The more you thought about it, the more your head spun.

The person you had spent months pining after, wondering about, chasing after without even realizing it, turned out to be someone who had been right beside you the entire time. Someone you laughed with, talked to, and saw almost every day.

You landed on a quiet rooftop far away from the city's glowing center and pulled your mask off, breathing hard. Your hands were trembling. It should have made things easier. Instead, it only made everything more complicated.

You couldn't wrap your head around it. Every conversation you'd ever had with him suddenly felt different, taking on a meaning you hadn't noticed before. Moments you once brushed off kept replaying in your mind, making you wonder how you had missed something so obvious.

That revelation alone was enough to keep you awake for nights, staring at your ceiling while the same thought circled endlessly through your mind.

The following weeks became a careful game of avoidance. Whenever Jisung tried to approach you after class, you'd suddenly remember something you forgot and rush off in the opposite direction.

Thankfully, the two of you had worked so efficiently that you finished most of the project ahead of schedule. There was no real reason for the two of you to meet anymore. That made avoiding him easier.

But Jisung was nothing if not persistent. He was determined. The questions in his head had grown too loud to ignore. He needed to hear the truth from your mouth. He needed to know if the girl he sat next to every week, the one who rolled her eyes at his jokes and snatched her lipstick in panic, was really the same person who made his heart race every night on the rooftops.

So on Thursday evening, without warning, he stood in front of your dorm room. He took a deep breath and knocked.

You were lounging on the couch in oversized clothes, hair messy, scrolling through your phone when the knock came. Thinking it was your roommate's boyfriend (who always came over unannounced), you didn't even bother checking.

"Coming!" you called out lazily.

You opened the door without a second thought. And froze.

Jisung stood there, hands in his hoodie pocket, looking unusually serious. His eyes met yours with an intensity that made your stomach drop.

Without thinking, you moved to slam the door shut. But Jisung was faster. His arm shot out with surprising speed and strength, his palm slapping against the door just before it could close. The impact made the wood rattle. You pushed harder, but it barely budged, his arm was unyielding, muscles tense under his sleeve.

"Wait—" His voice was firm, but not aggressive. "Don't close the door. Please."

You stared at him, breathing heavily painfully aware of how close you two are now, only inches away from yours. You could see the conflict in his eyes, the mixture of confusion, determination, and something softer.

"I'm not leaving until we talk," he said quietly, still holding the door open with surprising ease. "You've been avoiding me all week. Running away every time I try to get close to you. Just like how she always run away from me."

You chewed on your  lower lip. Your eyebrows furrowing, whispering to yourself and praying to all the Gods and Goddesses you know that he should not asked that question.

"Is it you, Y/n? You're Black Cat, aren't you?"

With a sharp, frustrated exhale, you grabbed the front of his hoodie with your uninjured hand and yanked him inside the dorm before anyone could see him. Jisung stumbled slightly but didn't resist as you pulled him straight through the living room and into your bedroom, shutting the door behind you with a firm click.

The moment the door closed, you let go of him and took a step back, breathing heavily. The cast on your right hand suddenly felt like a glaring beacon between you two.

"What do you even want from me?" you snapped, voice sharper than you intended. "If you're looking for all the jewels I've stolen, none of them are here. I don't keep that stuff. I don't know what else you want me to say."

You took a shaky breath, eyes burning with a volatile mix of defiance and vulnerability as you glared at him.

"Sure, I'm Black Cat. And what about it?" Your voice cracked slightly. "Are you here to arrest me?"

Jisung stood near the center of your room, looking strangely out of place among your things. His eyes slowly drifted across your space. The neatly organized desk, the black hoodie hanging on the back of your chair, the faint scent of your perfume lingering in the air, before finally settling back on you.

He didn't speak right away.

The silence stretched between you, heavy and electric. You could see the storm of emotions behind his eyes. Shock, confusion, something else.

"I'm not here to arrest you," he said finally, his voice low and steady. "I'm not here as Spiderman right now."

He took one careful step closer, then stopped when he saw you tense up. "I just..." He exhaled, running a hand through his hair. "I've spent the last week losing my mind trying to connect the dots. The injury on your hand, the lipstick, the way you move, the way you talk when we're on the rooftops... And then I realized it was you. The girl who sits next to me in class. The girl who rolls her eyes at my stupid jokes but still smiles when she thinks I'm not looking." Jisung's voice softened, almost pained.

"So yeah... I know you're Black Cat. But I'm not here to take you in or demand answers about what you've stolen." He looked straight into your eyes, vulnerable in a way you'd never seen from him before, not as Jisung, and certainly not as Spiderman.

"I'm here because I can't stop thinking about you. The real you. Both versions of you."

He swallowed hard, voice dropping to a near whisper. "So tell me... was any of it real? The flirting? The tension? Or was I just some game to you?" The air in your room felt impossibly thick as you stood there, back pressed against the door, heart racing wildly in your chest.

"Don't tell me you've seriously fallen for my other persona?" you said, forcing your voice to stay firm even as your heart threatened to beat out of your chest. "You must be losing your head if that's the case."

You tried to sound cold. Detached. You needed him to believe that this—whatever this was—could never work. You were a thief who lived in the shadows. He was a hero who protected the light. Nothing good ever came from crossing that line. You knew that better than anyone.

But Jisung didn't back away. Instead, he took a slow step closer, until your faces were only inches apart. His hand rose, pressing against the door beside your head, effectively caging you in without touching you. His warm breath brushed against your lips as he spoke.

"And if I do?" he breathed, the question hanging heavy between you. His eyes, dark, intense, and unwavering, searched yours desperately, looking for even the smallest crack in your armor. The playful, easygoing Jisung you knew from class was gone. In his place was someone raw, honest, and completely unguarded.

"If I told you I've fallen for both versions of you..." he continued, voice low and rough, "the girl who I argue most of the time, and the girl who makes my heart race every time she runs across rooftops... what of it then?"

Your back was pressed firmly against the door. You could feel the heat radiating from his body, the way his chest rose and fell with each breath. His gaze never left yours, not even for a second, as if he was afraid you'd disappear the moment he blinked.

You opened your mouth to protest, heart racing wildly.

"Jisung, we can't— this isn't—"

But he didn't let you finish. Before the words could fully leave your lips, Jisung closed the remaining distance and captured your mouth with his. The kiss was sudden, urgent, and breathtaking. Like he had been holding back for far too long.

Your eyes widened in shock. Your hands instinctively rose to push against his chest, wanting to pull away, knowing this was dangerous, knowing you shouldn't let this happen. But the moment his warm, soft lips moved against yours, all your resolve crumbled. A quiet, helpless sound escaped your throat as your body betrayed you. Your clenched fists slowly loosened, fingers curling into the fabric of his hoodie instead of pushing him away. The kiss deepened, and you felt yourself melting into it, knees weakening under the intensity.

Jisung's hand slid from the door to gently cup the side of your face, tilting your head as he kissed you harder, pouring months of hidden tension, frustration, and longing into every movement. His other arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you flush against him.

You knew you should stop this. But God... his lips felt like heaven. The way he kissed you, desperate, tender, and hungry all at once made your mind go blissfully blank. A warm shiver ran down your spine as you finally gave in completely, kissing him back with just as much fervor. Your left hand rested gently against his chest while your other hand slid up to the back of his neck, fingers threading through his hair. A soft sigh slipped into his mouth as you surrendered to the feeling.

Jisung let out a low, shaky breath against your lips, like he couldn't believe this was really happening.

You barely had time to catch your breath. Jisung's hands slid down to the back of your thighs, gripping them firmly. With surprising strength, he lifted you up effortlessly. A startled gasp escaped your lips as your legs instinctively wrapped around his waist. He didn't hesitate. His mouth found yours again in a hungry, heated kiss as he carried you across the room.

Your fingers tangled deeper into his hair, kissing him back with just as much desperation. Every step he took sent sparks through your body. The feeling of being held so securely in his arms while his lips moved against yours made your head spin.

Jisung reached the edge of your bed and sat down, keeping you wrapped around him. He pulled you closer until you were straddling his lap, your knees pressing into the mattress on either side of his thighs. His hands stayed firmly on the back of your thighs, holding you flush against him.

He broke the kiss for just a second, breathing heavily against your lips, eyes dark with want.

"Tell me to stop..." he whispered, voice rough and low, "and I will."

But you didn't tell him to stop. Instead, you leaned in again, capturing his lips in a deeper, slower kiss. Jisung groaned softly into your mouth, one hand sliding up your back while the other stayed gripping your thigh, pulling you even closer. The warmth of his body, the way his chest rose and fell against yours, and the undeniable hardness growing beneath you made heat pool low in your stomach.

You rocked your hips slightly without thinking, drawing another quiet groan from him. His fingers flexed against your skin as he kissed you harder, tongues brushing, breaths mingling. Jisung pulled back just enough to rest his forehead against yours, eyes half-lidded as he looked at you with pure reverence and desire.

"You have no idea how long I've wanted this," he murmured, voice husky. "How long I've wanted you."

Jisung's hands tightened on your thighs as he pulled you even closer on his lap. The kiss grew deeper, slower, heavier. No longer just desire, but months of unspoken longing finally breaking free.

"Can I?" he softly asked, as he try to lift your shirt up. Your eyes fluttering shut trying to look at him, and when you nodded your head giving him the permission he needed, he stopped hesitating.

He pulled your shirt over your head in one smooth motion, lips immediately attaching to your neck, sucking and kissing down your collarbone as his hands explored your bare skin. You moaned softly, arching into him. The feeling of his warm palms sliding up your back, unclasping your bra, and cupping your breasts made you shiver.

You tugged his hoodie and shirt off together, finally feeling his bare chest against yours. The heat of his skin, the firmness of his muscles, the way his heart pounded wildly under your palm, it was intoxicating.

Jisung flipped you gently onto your back, hovering over you as he kissed down your body with reverence. Every touch felt like worship. He took his time, lips brushing over your breasts, tongue circling your nipples until you were whimpering, hands gripping his hair. Lower and lower he went, until he was between your thighs, pulling your pants and underwear down in one go.

When his mouth found your core, you cried out, back arching off the bed. He groaned against you, the vibration sending sparks through your body. He ate you out like a man starved, slow, deep, and devoted. Like he had dreamed of tasting you for months.

"Jisung— fuck—" you moaned, thighs trembling around his head.

He didn't stop until you came hard on his tongue, gasping his name like a prayer.

Only then did he crawl back up, kissing you deeply so you could taste yourself on his lips. You reached down, palming him through his pants before pushing them down. When you finally wrapped your hand around his hard, throbbing cock, Jisung let out a broken groan, forehead dropping to your shoulder.

"Baby... I need you," he whispered, voice shaking with restraint.

Jisung pulled back just enough to look into your eyes, breathing ragged. His hand gently caressed your thigh as he positioned himself at your entrance, the tip of his cock pressing against your wet folds.

"Are you sure?" he whispered, voice hoarse with need.

You answered by pulling him into a deep kiss. He pushed in slowly. A broken moan slipped from both of you as he stretched you open, inch by inch. Jisung's eyes fluttered shut, forehead pressed against yours as he sank deeper.

"Fuck... you're so tight," he breathed shakily, voice trembling with restraint.

You gasped softly at the fullness, your walls fluttering around his thick length. He kept going until he was buried to the hilt, hips flush against yours. For a moment, neither of you moved, just feeling each other completely.

The stretch was perfect. The warmth. The way he throbbed inside you.

Jisung let out a soft, broken moan against your neck, his fingers digging gently into your hip. "You feel... so fucking good. I've been dreamed about this."

When he started moving, it was slow, deep rolls of his hips. Every thrust was deliberate, dragging against that perfect spot inside you. Soft, breathy moans filled the room as your bodies rocked together.

"Ah— Jisung..." you whimpered, legs tightening around his waist.

He groaned lowly, the sound vibrating against your skin. "Fuck, say my name again."

"Jisung..."

He kissed you deeply as he picked up the pace just slightly, still making love to you rather than fucking you. Every thrust was long and sensual, pulling almost all the way out before sliding back in, savoring the way your walls clenched around him.

You moaned softly in his mouth as a response, your hands sliding up his back, feeling the muscles shift under your fingers with every movement. The slow, steady rhythm made the pleasure build gradually, warmly, spreading through your entire body.

He angled his hips a little differently, and a sweeter, higher sound slipped from your lips. Jisung groaned in response, the sound vibrating against your throat as he kept that same perfect pace, thrusting deeper but never faster.

Neither of you spoke much, just soft gasps, quiet moans, and whispered names. You could feel every inch of him sliding in and out, the way he throbbed inside you, the slight tremble in his arms as he held himself back. Pleasure coiled tighter and tighter in your core, warm and heavy.

"I'm close..." you breathed, nails lightly pressing into his back.

"Me too," he whispered, voice strained. "Let go, baby."

A few more deep, smooth thrusts and you came with a soft, broken moan, clenching tightly around him. Jisung followed right after, burying himself deep as he groaned lowly against your neck, hips stuttering as he spilled inside you.

Both of you trembled, breathing heavily in sync. Jisung stayed buried inside you for a long moment, placing lazy, gentle kisses along your shoulder and collarbone as you both came down from the high.

Silence settled over the room. The only sounds were your slowing breaths and the faint hum of the city outside your window. Neither of you spoke right away. The weight of everything that had just happened slowly sank in. Your body was still buzzing with pleasure, your skin flushed and sensitive, while a deep, warm emotion bloomed in your chest.

Jisung's fingers traced lazy patterns on your bare back. You could feel his heartbeat against your cheek, steady but a little faster than normal. After a few minutes, he finally shatters the silence.

"...What does this make us?" he asked softly, his voice low and a little uncertain. His hand paused on your waist as he waited for your answer.

You lifted your head from his chest and looked at him. His eyes were warm, vulnerable, and full of quiet hope. For a moment, you just stared at him—this boy who was both your annoying seatmate and the hero who had chased you and made you feel so many emotions.

You let out a small breath, a faint smile tugging at your lips. "If you're okay dating someone like me... a thief," you said quietly, "then I guess we're dating?"

Jisung's eyes softened. A slow, genuine smile spread across his face as he pulled you closer, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead.

You lay quietly in Jisung's arms, your head resting on his chest as his fingers gently stroked up and down your back. The silence between you was comfortable now, warm and full of unspoken feelings.

After a while, Jisung spoke again, his voice soft against the top of your head.

"You know you're not just a thief, right?" When you lifted your head again slightly to look at him. He was already watching you, eyes gentle and sincere.

"One of the main reasons I never tried too hard to stop you from stealing those jewels... is because I know where they're going," he continued quietly. "Your methods might not be justified in everyone's eyes, but you're a hero too, Y/N. In your own way."

That acknowledgement hit you deeper than you expected. Your heart fluttered strongly in your chest, warmth spreading through your entire body. For so long, you had carried the weight of being the bad guy, the thief, the villain in someone else's story.

But hearing it from him—from Spiderman—made something inside you shift. You buried your face back into his chest, hiding the shy, emotional smile threatening to break out. Jisung chuckled softly and tightened his arms around you, pressing a kiss to your hair.

"Maybe... just maybe," you whispered against his skin, "falling for Spiderman wasn't as bad as I thought it would be."

Jisung smiled, a bright, heart-shaped grin you could feel even without looking. "Good," he murmured, voice full of affection. "Because you're stuck with me now, Kitty."

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