the club was loud and alive when you walked in with your friends.

the main lights were dimmed low, just enough to see a few feet ahead of you. smaller disco lights sat on the front corners of the dj table, casting different colors and patterns onto the walls and ceiling and flashing along with the current song. the heat from all the bodies greatly contrasted the cool weather of the night outside as you made your way over to the bar, ordering your go-to drink along with a round of shots to celebrate a night of finally finding a time to all hang out despite busy schedules.

you felt his eyes on you as soon as you set your empty shot glass down.

your eyes found his with a precision you didn’t know you had, as if you were meant to find him at that exact moment. he was also with his friends, but he didn’t look like he was paying attention to the conversation in the slightest.

and he wasn’t; not when your outfit was accentuating your curves perfectly and he could feel your confidence radiating from across the room.

you gave him a quick smile, thinking your eyes met only for that moment, before your drink was shoved into your hand and you were whisked to the dance floor.

as you danced with your friends, your drink quickly disappearing, you couldn’t stop thinking about the guy you saw, how you wish you had gotten a better glance at him. or, at least, more time at the bar.

whatever deity that was watching over you must’ve felt particularly generous that night.

when you noticed your cup was empty, you leaned in close to your friends to tell them you were getting another drink, only to pull away and run smack into another clubgoer, momentarily losing your balance.

you yelp and stumble backwards when strong hands grab your waist, helping to steady you as you stand upright again. you look up at the stranger, going to thank them, but your voice dies in your throat.

the man from earlier looks down at you with a worried look on his face, his blond hair styled out of his eyes save for a few stray pieces. his sharp facial features are accentuated by the lighting from the dj table, and his outfit consisted of jeans, an animal printed button down, a leather jacket, and a simple silver chain around his neck. quite frankly, he’s the most gorgeous person you’ve ever seen.

“are you alright? i wasn’t aware of my surroundings, i’m sorry.”

fuck, even his voice was as attractive as him.

“ah…yes, thank you,” you smile. “no need to apologize.”

he smiles back, and you almost give into him right then and there. his eyes flit down to the empty drink in your hand, then back to you. “can i buy you a drink to make up for it?”

your friend from behind you, the only one who hadn’t taken a shot with the rest of the group and was responsible for driving, lays her hand on your shoulder. “if you don’t go home with that man, i swear i’m not letting you get into the car with us.”

you laugh and look back to the stranger. “my friend told me to say yes, as if i wasn’t going to already.”

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you learn the man’s name is keeho, and he’s at the club to celebrate winning a local dance competition. you meet his friends in passing as they stop by to tell keeho that one of them, you think his name is intak, drank too much and they’re going back to the hotel. the one holding intak up, who had short black hair and a sliver of a tattoo showing from where his shirt had ridden up, reminded keeho to be safe (“let us know when you make it to wherever you guys end up!”) before they slip through the crowd towards the exit.

keeho turns back to you, his ears red from what you could see, and finishes the rest of his drink in one go. “let’s go dance?”

you nod, closing out your tabs and making your way back to the dancefloor. keeho’s hand is intertwined with yours as he guides you through the crowd, turning you toward him when he finds a spot that will accommodate the two of you.

you start swaying your body to the beat, keeho watching in awe as you lose yourself in the music. the lights make you look ethereal, the alcohol making your movements loose and carefree as you spin and lean your back against his chest.

you feel his breath hitch as you continue to move, ass pressing against his crotch, and you feel his hands move to hold your waist. he leans down to whisper into your ear, an action that sets your skin on fire.

“you’re playing a dangerous game here.”

you turn your head and mirror his action. “don’t you want to play too?” you press a feather light kiss to his jaw. “i think we both know what the prize is. want to share it with me?”

keeho’s answer comes in the form of him smashing his lips against yours.

you reciprocate as he pulls you impossibly closer, one of his hands coming up to tilt your jaw and deepen the kiss. you feel a tent in his pants start to form as you grind oh him again, this time with more intent.

“call an uber,” he trails hot, open mouthed kisses down your throat. “my place. i’ll give you the address and i’ll pay for it.”

you let out a whimper as you follow his command, typing in the address then handing him your phone so he can put in his payment information. as he does this, you grind against him again, turning around after to run your hands up his chest.

keeho places the phone back in your hand once he’s done, his hands immediately finding their way back to your waist as he pulls you against him. one of his hands makes its way down to your ass, giving it a squeeze as he attaches his mouth to your neck again, sucking a hickey into the skin as you let out a moan that gets drowned out by the crowd.

he kisses his way back up to your lips, giving you one last desperate kiss before pulling away, panting and flushed. “let’s go outside. the uber shouldn’t be too long.”

you nod, peeling yourself away from him as you check the time it’ll take before the uber arrives outside. you figure five minutes is more than enough time, so you take his hand and make your way through the crowd.

keeho follows you, watching as you stumble your way through the crowd, making it out the doors into the cool night air. you look for a place to wait, deciding on a nearby lamppost, and you pull him with you.

he’s not sure if it’s the alcohol or not, but when you bump into the pole and turn to him giggling, keeho doesn’t think he’s seen anyone more gorgeous in his entire life, and he can’t help but grab your face and kiss you again.

you kiss back, and everything in between the kiss and being in keeho’s apartment is a blur.

you barely remember climbing into the uber, clinging onto keeho as his arm wraps around your shoulders, and then getting out just as quickly as you got in. you vaguely remember being in an elevator, keeho pressing you against the wall in a searing kiss while your hands tugged at his hair, and then suddenly you were inside the apartment, lock clicking in place as keeho helped you take off your shoes and lifted you into his arms.

you gasped at the sudden show of strength, clinging onto him as he walks to his bed and tosses you onto it. you hit the bed with a small oof, which was enough to help you start sobering up.

keeho, however, had more plans of getting drunk.

you yelp as he pulls you by your ankles to the edge of the bed, hastily unbuttoning your jeans and sliding them down your legs. he wastes no time in burying his face between your legs, lapping and sucking on your clit while he holds your thighs apart.

you can’t help but let out a loud moan, hand tangling in keeho’s hair as he eats you out like it’s his last meal. his tongue switches between giving attention to your clit and your entrance, pushing your thighs so your legs are in the air to give him more access.

your hand pulls on his hair as you grind against his mouth, the vibrations from his moan sending white hot pleasure through your core. you can feel your climax start to rapidly build, evident to keeho from the way your moans increase in volume, and he keeps his pace until your orgasm takes over your body.

keeho lets your legs clamp around his head as your ride out your high, back arching, your hand still gripping his hair. he drinks up everything you have to offer him, pressing a kiss to your inner thigh before pulling away and undressing himself.

you watch as he sheds his jacket and starts unbuttoning his shirt, revealing a toned body you couldn’t help but sit up and stare at. you reach your hand out, running your nails down the expanse of his skin, unclasping his belt when your hand reaches the waistband and helping him out of his pants and underwear.

his dick springs up against his stomach, the tip an angry red from being neglected for so long. you wrap your hand around him, hot and heavy and big, and you can’t help but lean forward and take him into your mouth.

keeho hisses and gently moves your head away, chuckling at the pout that forms on your lips.

“next time baby. i just really need to be inside of you right now.”

you clench around nothing at his straightforwardness as he pushes you back down, rubbing his dick against your folds as you both sigh at the contact.

“what happened to really needing to be inside me?” you bucked your hips up as you said this, trying to catch his tip on your entrance so you could finally feel him.

keeho masks his groan with a smirk as he watches your eyes widen when he does exactly what you want him to do. “watch that little mouth of yours before it gets you into trouble.”

“and if i don’t?”

he pushes in just slow enough so the burn as he stretches you isn’t unbearable, drawing a long, loud moan out of you. “then you’re in for a very long night, darling.”

he wastes no time in fucking you at a fast pace, knocking the air out of your lungs as he holds your hips so tight you’re sure there’s going to be bruises in the morning. you scramble to find something to hold onto, settling on the comforter and bunching the fabric in your hands to keep yourself grounded.

“fuck… you feel so good…” keeho’s desperation is evident in the way his thrusts get deeper…

“so tight… like you were made for me… ah… oh my god…”

…but it’s especially present in the way that he’s so lost in the pleasure that you’re both taken aback and infinitely more turned on when he starts whimpering, actually whimpering, in between the praises.

“keeho…” one of your hands snakes up his chest, your index finger hooking underneath the silver chain and pulling him into a kiss before you whisper against his lips. “let me ride you.”

keeho moans out loud and pulls out, crawling onto the bed and laying on his back. you hover over him, positioning yourself and sinking back down onto him with a moan that syncs up with his.

you brace yourself to move by putting your hands on his chest, but he holds your waist to prevent you from moving.

“wait… don’t move yet. i don’t want this to be over so soon. i’m really glad you asked me to switch positions because i was getting close and i didn’t know if i could cum inside or not and you’re really hot and-”

he doesn’t get to finish his rambling before your lips are on his again, and when you pull away to look at him, he looks fucked out.

“i’m on the pill,” you whisper, and you feel him twitch inside of you. “now let me make you feel good.” you don’t give him time to respond before you start moving your hips.

keeho fully believes he’s been sent to heaven with the way you’re moving on top of him. you, who he thinks looks absolutely ethereal in the low lighting of the bedroom, your face flushed as you bounce up and down, and he’s suddenly hyper aware of the fluttering of your cunt around him, the way you’re fucking him so perfectly, how this is the best sex he’s had in a long time.

he realizes he doesn’t want this to be a one time thing.

fueled by desire, he slides his hands up your torso, cupping your boobs and running his thumbs over your nipples. you whimper, hips faltering in their rhythm, and keeho takes this moment to regain control and thrust up.

a moan escapes your lips, nails digging into his chest as you grind down on him. he keeps thrusting into you as his hands move down to your waist, keeping you in place as he slams in and out of you, the pressure building until you can’t hold it in anymore.

“keeho…” your thighs are burning now from the position. “fuck, ‘m close…”

his thrusts start to get sloppy, as if it was the last thing he needed to push him over the edge, and he looks up at you, who was seconds away from ruin.

“cum with me. now.”

the coil snaps, and your climax wracks through your body like a hurricane. your orgasm triggers keeho’s, who lets out a moan as he empties himself inside of you.

you collapse onto his chest and his arms wrap around you, one hand stroking your back as both your heartbeats begin to slow. you feel him start to soften inside of you before you decide to speak. “that was incredible.”

he chuckles, pressing a kiss to your shoulder. “i was about to say the same thing.”

you giggle, lifting yourself off of keeho and whimpering at the loss of fullness. “i, uh, i should get going. i don’t usually linger too long after hookups.”

“don’t.”

keeho sits up, hands gently holding onto your waist. “stay here tonight.”

“keeho…” you blush a little.

“i want to get to know you beyond this,” he says. “you really seemed like my type, and i really enjoyed talking to you while we were at the bar. you can borrow some of my clothes. i can make breakfast in the morning and we can keep talking.”

you weigh your options. go home or have a nice guy who fucks well make you food in the morning?

stupid question.

you cup keeho’s cheek, smiling softly at the way he leans into your hand. “i’ll stay.”

he smiles and leans forward to kiss your nose before gently setting you on the bed and getting up. he puts on his boxers before disappearing into the bathroom, coming out with a warm, damp towel that he cleans you off with before rummaging through his drawers. he procures a tee shirt and another pair of his boxers, putting your panties back on and helping you dress before pulling the covers back and laying down, patting the sheets next to him.

you chuckle and lay down next to him, putting your head on his chest while he wraps an arm around your shoulders. “y’know, we don’t have to wait until morning to keep talking.”

“is that so?” he presses a kiss to your forehead.

you hum. “tell me more about you. how you started dancing. how you met the guys. how the competition went. i want to know more.”

keeho smiles, thanking whoever was watching over him for sending you to him. “i’d be happy to tell you everything.”

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having a roommate like maki was always easy. the guy was so caring and thoughtful. 

not only did he make sure the fridge was always stocked, he offered to cook for you as well. 

maki was also a clean freak and did it for his own enjoyment, insisting he did the housework when you came home from work exhausted. you called him your saviour every time, telling him you’ll do it tomorrow - but he always got to it first.

maki made sure to keep it down when you took midday naps, putting his headphones on and staying in his room to refrain from disturbing you. your rest came first.

---

you had been living with maki for around 7 months now. the living situation came to be when money got tight for you, rent in your other apartment becoming too high for you to comfortably pay and still afford other things. it didn’t help that your other roommates were total dickheads - purposefully making it difficult for you to live with them; never cleaning up after themselves, stealing your belongings when they thought you weren’t aware, never paying their split of the rent on time. your landlord hated them, respectively.

you felt like you were going crazy living with them, stress levels through the roof. 

you didn’t hesitate to reach out to maki after scrolling past his roommate advertisement on instagram. luckily for you, he accepted your application after a few days, your situation making him more willing to let you live with him, and you were moved in within a month.

---

maki was especially caring on that late saturday night, the howls of the wind and cracks of lightning loud outside the building as you slept. 

your peaceful slumber came to an abrupt ending as you shot up from your pillow, hands shaking. sweat formed on your brow quickly. you had the most vivid nightmare to date, the creepy visuals still replaying in your mind as you sat there, hands gripping the covers. you felt boiling hot despite your window being open ajar.

---

you pulled on your hoodie and left your room, heading to the kitchen in need of a glass of water. making sure to be quiet, you filled a small cup with cold water, chugging it at the sink. once you were done, you started walking back to your room.

still suffering the aftermath of your nightmare, body still wary, the darkness of the apartment freaked you out. right as you turned the corner into the hallway, you bumped into maki, who was just leaving the bathroom. he could see the distress in your expression.

“hey, what are you doin’ up? are you okay?” maki asked, concern painted on his face. you nodded, not wanting to worry him too much.

“y-yeah i’m good. just got water.” you said, voice unnaturally shaky. “had a nightmare. just shaken up, i guess.”

maki’s expression softened immediately, a sigh escaping his lungs. he knew that these night terrors were becoming more frequent for you as of recently.

“c’mere.” he whispered, opening his arms to you. when you hesitated, he pulled you into his chest, rocking you back and forth for a moment. “another one, hm?”

“...yeah. this one was pretty bad.”

maki knew better than to ask what happened, not wanting to make you think of it anymore. instead, he pulled back from the hug, looking down at you.

“i can stay with you tonight, if you like.” he offered. “i’ll make sure you get enough rest. i’ll look after you.”

you accepted without a second thought, your hand slipping into his and pulling him to your bedroom down the hall.

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once the bedroom door shut, maki guided you into bed gently, climbing in to lay next to you and pulling the blanket on top of the two of you. he pulled you closer, close enough that you could smell the faint scent of his cologne that he always applied in the mornings. it was a comforting scent for you. legs tangled, arms wrapped around each other, you were cuddling maki now. 

you hadn’t been this close to your roommate before, but it felt right, normal even. it felt just like any other caring gesture of his, especially with how sweet he treats you in any other situation. 

“sleep, love. i’ll be here when you wake up, alright?” he whispered, lips brushing your hairline accidentally. he was so close. 

you were quick to fall asleep after that, with maki’s arm draped over your waist, hand splayed across your back. you felt safe when he was near, knowing he’ll be there in the event you have another terrible dream.

once he was sure you were asleep, maki pressed a slow, barely-there kiss to your forehead, his lips soft on your skin.

“goodnight.”

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Best Friend!Keeho who grips your waist and forces you down onto his lap properly when you start to pull back because you're not as slick as you think you're being "Where do you think you're going?"

Best Friend!Keeho who kisses you so sloppy and messy and grinds you down right over where he's been hard since he first saw you and it's still so hot and your panting and sweating but neither of you care

Best Friend!Keeho who lays you down and rubs his cock all over where you're soaking through your thin tiny shorts and down to press into your hole and nudge them as far in as he can go

Best Friend!Keeho who reaches to grip your jaw and part your lips so that you can suck on his thumb like the dirty slut you are

Best Friend!Keeho who slaps his cock down onto your pussy when he has you bare just because he wants to see you squirm when the head of his cock slaps against your clit

Best Friend!Keeho who shoves your tank top up and over your tits so that he can watch the way they bounce when he fucks into you

Best Friend!Keeho who says "Fuck, didn't know you were this flexible" after lifting one of your thighs and pressing it flesh against your chest as he leans over your body, his necklace dangling in your face

Best Friend!Keeho who reaches down to rub your clit when he feels you clenching around him

Best Friend!Keeho Who keeps driving into your creamed pussy even after your orgasm as he begs you to keep taking him like a good girl

Best Friend!Keeho who knows you're already overstimulated and leans down to kiss you and whispers against your lips "Hold still, I'm almost done"

Best Friend!Keeho who drives to the hilt and just stays buried deep in your sopping and ruined cunt as you squeeze every last bit of cum from him, his sweat dripping down onto you

Best Friend!Keeho who watches his cum drip from your hole and onto the couch with the cockiest smirk you've ever seen on him

Best Friend!Keeho who argues with you the rest of the night over who's responsible for you two fucking (and suggests you do it again)

Like I said these are just THOUGHTS I am simply a thought daughter

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even during times like these, where you feel you might just rip someone's head off from the sheer frustration you feel, taehyun still manages to make your heart skip a beat; of course, you shouldn't ruin your fresh set, much less the one he paid for— he's holding your hand so gently, running his thumb across your knuckles as he examines your face marred with stress.

"what's wrong love?" his eyes flicker to the phone you're holding with an iron-clad grip, "did someone send you a weird message?"

at the reminder of your problem, your eyes flicker down to the comments section you've yet to click away from— and your eyes catch onto a certain comment that reads "guys… i found his @ >_<", unable to stop yourself from checking the replies that all beg and scream for taehyun's handle to be revealed— you think you feel your eye twitching as your gaze snaps back to your boyfriend.

you knew he looked incredible when you were filming those videos. it's why you posted them in the first place! his honey skin positively glowed under the sun, his eyes shining cutely and his dimple popping out when you had him follow along with your silly transitions— the tight tee he wore all day that outlined his body perfectly and revealed a bit of his stomach when he raised his arms was definitely eye catching, not to mention the small portion you included of you two jumping into the water, with him shirtless; muscles on display, his long necklace hanging behind his back as the picked you up before dumping the two of you in, turning around and flashing the camera a perfect shot of his broad back— fuck, your teeth are grinding together at the mere realization that there are other's who are drooling over him, even going as far as searching for his personal account…

taehyun is beginning to feel more concerned the longer you stare at him like you might just kill someone; what was meant to be a quiet unwinding before bed has turned into trying to defuse the ticking bomb you've become, your jaw clenching as your eyes begin to trail along taehyun's body— he gulps, watching the way your eyes trace over every last detail, your gaze darkening at what you see.

it all changes in the blink of an eye; you're tossing your phone on the bedside table, crossing your arms against your chest and slumping back into the pillows with a deep pout; though you pretend to watch the documentary taehyun put on, he can tell you're not taking in a single thing.

"baby," he's scooting close to you, sitting up on his forearm as he hovers over you, "what's wrong?"

you frown. "how's your instagram doing?"

"huh? it's fine," you glance at him from the corner of your eyes, and he raises a brow, "i had to private it. i was getting a bunch of random followers."

you slap your hands on your face, letting out a deep groan— fuck. you knew it!

"people are so fucking weird," you grit out, your mood worsening by the second— taehyun merely looms over you, his bright eyes clouding with worry, lips jutting out into a pout— he looks so cute, it's pissing you off. "drooling all over you as if your girlfriend isn't right fucking there."

taehyun tries hard to suppress the small smile that pulls at his lips— he really does— but it's impossible when he watches the way you melt deeper into the bed like a kicked puppy.

"is that what this is all about?" there's a teasing lilt in his voice that make you send him a sharp glare, "you gettin' jealous, baby?"

your frown deepens, and you sit up, "is this funny to you?"

"no, it's cute," he smiles up at you, "'cause now you know how i feel."

"no, no this— this is different," taehyun has failed to defuse you, but he doesn't seem to care much as he watches you rant with a fond glint in his eyes. "when people approach me, i tell them about you— i only think about you, tyun. but online, it's like— i can't control what these freaks are saying about you!"

you sneer, biting at your thumb nail again, "they know you're mine, but they don't care. they actually think they have a chance."

you're off in a world of your own— jealousy is rampant in your gaze that falls onto taehyun, shifting to straddle him while he lays back in bed, his hands coming to rest on your hips.

"you're all mine, right?"

"of course my love," he purrs out.

"it's just not fair," you pout, your hips gaining a mind of your own— you just can't help yourself. not when taehyun is staring up at you with those soft, hopeless eyes, shining with admiration as he presses his hips against yours. not when you can feel his thick length getting harder the more you rub your cunt against him, wearing nothing but his shirt and thin panties that begin to stick to your folds, "i can't stand the way they talk about you."

leaning down, you put your hands against taehyun's chest for support— a particularly firm press against his cock has his brows furrowing, groaning softly as he watches the way your hips more. "yeah? like— like what?"

"like they wanna eat you up," he's fully hard against you, and you're shifting so you can grind your clit against the tip of his cock, "like they see what i see."

"as if they could ever get your hands on you," scoffing, you're haste to pull your boyfriend's cock out, pushing your panties to the side and teasing his leaking tip along your entrance— his fingers dig into your hips, teeth gritting together at the way you leak onto him— your walls flutter at the sudden stretch as you sink down onto him, your sharp eyes taking in the way he falls apart beneath you.

pushing his shirt up, you're raking your nails down his chest just to watch the way a blushed trail of lines appear on his skin— his stomach clenches, flinching when you grip his waist and begin to move on his cock, bouncing your hips and picking up a harsh rhythm that fills the room with sounds of skin slapping against skin; the more you watch your boyfriend struggle to keep up with you, mouth falling open and pretty moans falling from his lips, the more you can feel yourself get worked up.

"y-y'know, i get so many comments on our posts together— saying we're not gonna last," you grit out, angling your hips so his cock can brush perfectly against your walls, clenching down on his thick length, "they act as if you'd actually— f..fucking leave me for them."

"i'd never," taehyun pants out, his eyes rolling back as you slam down on him, "i… only have eyes for you, baby."

"yeah?" you whine, thighs burning as you continue to bounce on your boyfriend's cock, your hips stuttering as he rubs circles on your clit, "i just— i want everyone to know you're n-not… not going anywhere…"

"want them to know i'm all yours?" he's sitting up, adjusting your position so he can meet you halfway, thrusting up into you— he's leaving haste kisses all along your neck, pushing up your shirt until he can kiss along your chest, sucking your nipples and swirling his tongue along the sensitive buds; you're nodding frantically, weaving your fingers into his hair to pull him closer, until your bodies are flush together.

he's trailing back up along your neck, sucking softly at the sensitive spots on your neck before leaving a gentle kiss on your jawline, his lips lingering there, "maybe i should just be your husband then?"

it feels like someone has sent an electric current up your spine— the word husband has you shivering, clenching down on taehyun as your fingers pull tighter at his hair; he moans at your reaction, nipping at your skin and thrusting up into you harder.

"f-fuck, please," you cry out, his lips continuing to suck and kiss at your neck, wandering back down to your breasts— you can feel the pleasure building up, threatening to crash at any moment, "want you to be— fuck!— mine, just mine!"

"i've always been yours," he murmurs against your skin, "and i can be yours forever."

"yes, yes, please—" your heart pounds at the mere thought: taehyun, yours. forever. "i'm gonna cum, fuck, tyunie, oh my god—"

you've lost control of your body, and taehyun is more than happy to step in, his grip on your waist bruising as he guides your body up and down his cock, slamming your hips all the way down to the base. when he feels your walls fluttering around him and your body tense, he reaches to rub tight circles on your clit, placing a soft kiss just under your ear.

"my cute little wife just feels so good, hmm?" the words roll off his tongue and are sweet like honey, your brain short circuiting as you nod, "cum on my cock, pretty."

your body is tuned to his every command, your climax hitting you full force— your cunt flutters around his length, the overwhelming pleasure making you scramble to hold onto something— instead, you drag your nails down taehyun's back, the points of your acrylics digging into his skin and drawing out a long groan from taehyun, setting off his own orgasm; he holds you down against him, rolling his hips up into you as the two of you ride it out, the room silent save for your pants and soft whimpers from the sensitivity.

his body is firm, warm against yours; you can feel his lips tracing along your skin, peppering gentle kisses along your jawline, his hands smoothing up and down your waist; you pull back to get a good look at him, his eyes fluttering up to meet your gaze and a small smile tugging at his lips.

"hey," you say softly, brushing back his bangs; he hums, leaning into your touch, "did you really mean what you said?"

"of course i did," his voice quiets, seemingly flustered— he avoids your gaze as he continues. "you're someone i want to spend the rest of my life with."

"i've thought of this before," he confesses, looking back up to find your dumbfounded expression, "have you?"

"i— i have," you breathe out, your pulse racing— there's this charged feeling the rest of the night as you begin to talk about it more seriously, in thorough details; you settle into taehyun's arms with a restless heart, the only thing racing in your mind being the prospect of truly having taehyun be all yours.

♡♡♡

the day after, you sulk when you check taehyun's account, finding his follower count has quadrupled— no, you tell yourself, it's fine, you shouldn't be so worked up over this. when you go to tap on his story upload by instinct, any insecurity and worry washes away instantly— lo and behold, taehyun has posted a picture of him on duty— but… when you take a closer look, you find the pendant of his chain hanging low on his back, brushing against familiar red lines that span along his honey skin, highlighted just enough by the setting sun. you feel like someone has knocked the air out from your lungs, texting your boyfriend— soon to be fiance— with frantic fingers.

get home now.

i need you.

your response comes back instantly.

yes ma'am.

be there soon.

taehyun is bursting through the door fifteen minutes later— by the time you're done with him, you've left marks from beneath his ear to his pelvis, a particularly deliberate mark left on his chest in the shape of a heart; he allows you to rest on top of him as he lays back, wincing whenever he shifts— when you pout and apologize for scratching him so hard, he shakes his head, brushing back your hair with a fond smile.

"don't be sorry, love," he murmurs, "y'gotta show everyone who i belong to, right?"

his words are enough to get you going again.

jay turns to you with that signature raised eyebrow. “why not? it would look perfect on you.”

“because it’s too expensive,” you whisper, glancing around like someone might overhear. “jay, that’s literally insane money for a necklace. i don’t need it.”

he sighs, the same sigh he always gives when you start this. “baby.”

“no. girl, no,” you insist, tugging his sleeve. “i already feel bad when you buy me coffee. this is way too much.”

jay looks at the necklace again, then back at you. without another word, he flags down the sales associate and says calmly, “we’ll take this one. and can you wrap it nicely?”

your eyes widen. “park jongseong.”

he just smirks and pulls out his card like it’s nothing. when the associate walks away, he wraps both arms around your waist and pulls you against his chest.

“you’re cute when you’re mad at me for spoiling you,” he murmurs, pressing a kiss to your temple.

“i’m serious,” you mumble into his shirt, cheeks burning. “i don’t want you wasting money on me.”

jay pulls back slightly so he can look at you. his expression softens, but there’s still that stubborn glint in his eyes. “it’s not wasting money if it’s for you.”

later that evening, you’re both on the couch watching a movie when a notification pops up on your phone. it’s a delivery update.

“jay… why is there a package coming tomorrow from that fancy skincare brand i mentioned once?”

he doesn’t even look guilty. “because you said your skin’s been dry lately.”

you groan and hide your face in a pillow. “i was just complaining! i was going to buy the small version myself!”

“the set is better,” he says simply, pulling the pillow away so he can see your face. “and before you say anything, no, it’s not a waste. you take care of me all the time. let me take care of you too.”

you peek up at him, lips pouty. “you already do enough.”

jay leans in and kisses the pout away. “never enough.”

the biggest fight happens two weeks later.

it’s your birthday, and jay has planned an entire weekend getaway. you only found out because he accidentally left the confirmation email open on his laptop. when you confront him, you’re standing in the kitchen with your arms crossed, trying not to cry from a mix of love and guilt.

“jay, a private villa? for two nights? that’s crazy expensive. we could’ve just gone to a nice dinner or something—”

“we can still do dinner,” he says, leaning against the counter, completely unfazed. “but i want to take you away. just us. no schedules, no members, no stress.”

you feel your chest tighten. “i don’t want you spending all that money because of me. it makes me feel bad, like i’m taking advantage—”

jay walks over and cups your face gently, thumbs brushing your cheeks.

“hey. look at me.”

you meet his eyes, blinking back tears.

“you are not taking advantage of me,” he says firmly. “you never ask for anything. ever. you always tell me not to buy you things. you get embarrassed when i pay for dinner. you even tried to split the bill on our first date, remember?”

you nod, embarrassed.

“so let me do this,” he continues, voice softer. “i work hard so i can spend it on the person i love. it doesn’t feel good when you act like my money is a burden. i want to spoil you. i like spoiling you. it makes me happy.”

you bite your lip. “but… it’s too much.”

jay smiles, that gentle, patient smile that always melts you. “it’s not too much. you deserve the world, baby. and i’m lucky enough to be able to give you pieces of it.”

he pulls you into his arms and holds you tight, rubbing your back slowly.

“please let me take you on this trip,” he whispers into your hair. “let me show you off. let me wake up next to you with ocean views and order you breakfast in bed. let me do this without you feeling guilty.”

you stay quiet for a long moment, face buried in his chest. then you mumble, “you’re really annoying when you’re right.”

jay laughs, the sound vibrating through his chest. “i know. but you love me anyway.”

“unfortunately,” you tease, squeezing him tighter.

the weekend at the villa is perfect.

jay keeps catching you staring at the beautiful scenery, the huge bathtub, the massive bed, and every single time he says, “stop calculating how much it costs in your head.”

you try to argue when he orders the most expensive bottle of wine for dinner, but he just raises his hand in that sassy way (the same one he uses with the members) and says, “babygirl stop.”

you end up laughing so hard you almost choke on your pasta.

on the last night, you’re both sitting on the private terrace under string lights. jay pulls you onto his lap and wraps his arms around your waist, one hand resting protectively over your stomach even though there’s nothing there yet.

“thank you,” you whisper, playing with the necklace he bought you that’s now resting beautifully against your collarbones. “for everything. i’m… still learning how to accept it. but i’m trying.”

jay kisses your shoulder softly. “that’s all i ask. just let me love you the way i want to. money is just money. you’re priceless.”

you turn in his lap to face him, cupping his face with both hands. “i love you so much it scares me sometimes.”

“good,” he smirks, but his eyes are warm. “because i’m never going to stop spoiling you. get used to it.”

you groan playfully but lean in to kiss him anyway — slow, sweet, full of gratitude and love. jay kisses you back like you’re the only thing that matters in the entire world.

when you pull away, he rests his forehead against yours.

“happy birthday, my love.”

“best birthday ever,” you admit softly. “even if you spent way too much.”

jay chuckles and pinches your side. “there you go again.”

you laugh and hide your face in his neck. “sorry. habit.”

“it’s okay,” he murmurs, holding you closer. “we’ve got time. i’ll keep reminding you until you believe you deserve every single thing i give you.”

and as the waves crash softly in the distance, you think maybe — just maybe — you can start believing him.

because with jay, love isn’t just words.

it’s him ignoring your protests.

it’s him rolling his eyes with a fond smile when you say “don’t waste money on me.”

it’s him whispering “too bad, i’m spoiling you anyway” right before he kisses you stupid.

and honestly?

you’re the luckiest girl in the world.

© jongst4r, 2026

having a halloween party in the woods was supposed to be a little spooky, it certainly wasn’t supposed to trigger your flight or fight. the campfire had long vanished from your field of view and you swore you’d kill your friends for ditching you. your friend and her situationship slipped away with you to explore but at some point they kept making out and you kept walking, in seemingly the opposite direction. this is what you got for being single.

a chill in the air made you wrap your costume cloak tighter, doing little to cover you as your mini dress cut off right under your ass. it felt like you were being watched, although there was no one around you, or any light besides the flashlight from your phone. the hairs on the back of your neck were rising, a chill raising bumps on your skin. there was a faint feeling that while you should be scared you were more excited than anything else. yeah you really must have zero survival instincts. “this is fucking ridiculous.” you muttered towards the ground, watching your step carefully. if you sprained your ankle you really would be fucked.

“you lost?” a deep rumble resounded near your ear, making you whip around, pointing your light in the face of your intruder. nicholas, a friend of a friend, he was ridiculously hot but in a way you stayed away from, as if you’d catch fire. you’d caught him staring at you a few times earlier but you just convinced yourself he wasn’t interested.

“what the fuck? were you following me?” as attractive as he was, you suddenly felt like prey walking into his trap and his nearly growl of a voice didn’t help your fear. nicholas didn’t know how to begin to explain why he could find you so easily, why your scent stained him and practically called for him. even your fear was addictive. as soon as he stepped out of his car he’d been hit by your pheromones, instantly attracted, it also didn’t hurt that you looked like his dream girl.

“uh no, your friends came back but you didn’t.” that part was true, he’d been itching for an excuse to talk to you. you’d been avoiding him all night, maybe he was staring too much, maybe his hunger was clear on his face.

“and you just found me?” suspicion was clear on your face, he could make it out easily, his heightened senses didn’t need to help with that.

“i’m lucky like that.” he cracked a smile and hoped his sharp teeth didn’t frighten you even more. you looked like a scared little bunny he was trying to catch.

“right.” you tucked your hair back, exposing your neck and making it increasingly difficult for him to act cool.

“listen you can stay here or you can follow me back, pretty girl.” the words from his heart shaped lips were a siren call, a simple endearment and you were falling into the palm of his hand. your gut told you to trust him, there was something familiar about him and you didn’t have a better alternative. if he tried to kill you you’d just have to launch your belongings at him and hope it slows him down enough. nicholas could almost feel the thoughts turning in your head.

“lead the way.” and so he did, he didn’t even have to look back to know you were close behind. your scent lingering in the air like a rope tied to him, as he walked the fear bled from the sweetness.

“what happened?” quiet, but in the silence of the forest you could hear him clearly.

“rory and jackson were too busy making out to notice i was gone.” his steps faltered at your words he was doing his best to calm down. otherwise your so called friend would get an earful when you got back.

“yikes, i noticed as soon as you left.”

“really?” even if it was just flirting and he didn’t mean it, the sentiment was sweet. you appreciated how he was trying to make you comfortable, make you feel less like an idiotic all too trusting girl.

“mm hmm, kinda hard not to.” you stepped next to him then, taking in his sharp features and thick lips. he was dangerously handsome and you were falling prey to all his charms.

“what are you supposed to be anyways?” the blazer and muted forest colors weren’t jumping out to you, in fact it seemed almost like a normal outfit if not too old fashioned.

“okay ouch i thought it was obvious. i’m remus lupin from harry potter.”

“wow okay very lowkey.” his lips curl into a smile, canines flashing in the moonlight and you wonder how they’d feel against your lips, your necks, lower. you should learn to control your thoughts.

“you know you were kinda asking to get bitten by a wolf looking like that.” you think you wouldn’t mind being bitten by him, although you know he’s just teasing you on your costume.

“tell me about it.” pulling the cloak tighter, nicholas stepped infinitesimally closer to you, hoping his endless warmth reached you.

“there’s still time,” the glint in his eyes was far more dangerous than anything else you’d seen tonight but you were drawn to him, that and the point of his teeth.

“right you’re a werewolf.” nicholas couldn’t help but laugh at that, this was all practically falling in his lap. the pair of you walked on, he knew there wasn’t much distance left, soon enough you heard the voices of your friends and saw the fire blazing.

“there’s the campfire.” but you didn’t want to go back, you’d enjoyed talking to him more, turning to him fully. he noticed your hesitance, the furrow of your brows and turned towards you with a questioning look. he’d been trying to find any excuse to spend more time with you, if you didn’t want to go then he didn’t either.

“i’m kinda mad.” oh nicholas understood that fully, he’d been fighting his rage since he set off for you. what kind of person abandons their friend in the middle of the woods? his protectiveness was already running rampant but this was just ridiculous for anyone to do.

“fuck em lets chill here.” you end up talking and laughing, sitting against a tree stump and leaning into his side, he’s warm and solid against you. he feels like solid muscle, biceps pressed against and drive you crazy. at some point he drapes his blazer over your exposed legs, you refuse at first.

“won’t you feel cold?” when he turns to you, face inches away you feel your face get hot. maybe his gaze was enough to keep you burning like a furnace. the low lidded gaze he fixes on you is enough to light a fire you imagine.

“i run hot.” that’s not all, nicholas feels like he’s ablaze at his jacket touching you. even if it’s just your lap seeing it on you makes his head swim, his scent against yours is dizzying.

“yeah you do.” the words slip out before you know it and you can’t help but giggle at your idiocy. there’s no shot you can blame it on any alcohol, that’d been burned off the second you got lost. fortunately he smiles along with you, shaking his head like you weren’t stating the obvious.

“careful, i might just bite” he warns you like you want anything else. the gaze he trains on you doesn’t scare you away now, instead it thrills you, challenging you to do something. and you do. before you can overthink it you lean forward and bridge the gap of inches, pressing your lips to his. his lips are just as soft as you imagined, plush and he smiles into the kiss he presses back. your doubt is quickly displaced as he pulls you closer, hand curling around your jaw and the kisses never end, your breath getting shallow. it’s so much more than you expected, it’s heat and passion and you try to remind yourself you just only met tonight. you’ve never wanted someone so badly, a nip at his lips makes him groan and you nearly jump at the sound. the sound illicits a primal hunger in you and you can’t afford to think, only do. you swing your leg across his lap, jacket draped over your lap still, not that it matters because nicholas is about to die feeling your ass press against him. he’s sure you can feel how rock hard he is, he has been for ages. the make out session only gets heavier now, especially with how big he feels between your thighs, if you press down he’ll be right against the gusset of your underwear. his hands wander, gripping at the skin that he can, cupping your breasts and ass and pulling you impossibly closer. he’s stronger than you realized and your hands struggle to grip his biceps. nicholas’s lips can’t help but trail along your neck, where your scent is the strongest and you feel yourself rock your hips at the featherlight touch.

“fuck we have to stop.” he groans out at the feeling, you’re still separated by fabric and he’s nearly ready to come already.

“oh—okay,” you pull back, not wanting to make him uncomfortable.

“no i want to, i like need to, but i might be too much,” pretty fingers brush back the hair creating on your face as you look down at him, his lips are swollen and you’re no better. the excuse is sweet, maybe you think, but you already have leaves sticking to your knees. you’re far past the point of caring.

“are you trying to say your dick is too big?” he laughs at your tone, has a guy said that to you before? this time it might be true as he twitches and you swear you’ll feel it tomorrow.

“fuck no, i’d make it fit anyways, just—“ your breath hitches, he can’t say that and expect you to back down.

“nicholas just fuck me, i’ll tell you to stop if it’s too much okay?” you doubt it would be, you were ready to take him on the forest floor, for fuck’s sake. his eyes glaze over at the challenge—at your bratty tone—he can’t back down either. before you can blink you’re on your back, your head cushioned by his forearm, your hair mingling with the crunchy fall leaves, that all doesn’t matter, your view is distracting enough. nicholas leans over you, pressing a kiss down as your thighs spread to accommodate him further, as he pushes into your space, the fabric of his pants all too thick for you.

“off…please.” you remember your manners at some point as you try not to lose your mind, his grin stretches and he can’t help but give in. to be fair he’s waited his whole life for you.

“pretty girl, so impatient.” the teasing makes your eyes prick with need, he unbuttons his pants enough to slip through, pulling back to drag your panties off. you’re practically kicking them off. “fuckkk i wanna see you but it’s too risky.” his vision is better than yours and everyone else’s, that much he knows, but the very notion someone else might see you is a risk he can’t take.

“n—next time.” your breath catches in your throat as his tip presses against you, decidedly uncovered not that you care by this point, it’s just… way bigger than you imagined. wide and leaking and you don’t even know how big he actually is because it’s hard to see. all you know is that it’s gonna hurt to walk tomorrow. nicholas nearly sees stars as he presses against your soaking tiny hole.

“is that right?” teasing—even now—and you can’t remember what you said, your mouth is watering. the small intrusion of him against you is making you clench on nothing, practically dripping by now.

“nicho.” the way you say his nickname, unknowingly and filled with desperation and that bratty tone that’s making him insane has him pushing into you, your body jolts and arches into him. a stretch like you’ve never experienced and a thick vein scrapes along your clit, making your eyes roll back in your head. a silent cry leaves your pretty lips and he swallows the pain, deft fingers rubbing at your swollen clit to ease himself in. “s’too—fuck—big”

“you can take it.” you can, you have to, you feel like you’ll die if you don’t. as painful as it is, it feels right, you’re not gonna back down now, you want all of him. and god he really hopes you don’t give up because you feel like silk, choking him and driving him crazy with every small clench around his head.

“more.” it’s all he needs to hear to slowly shove into you, your walls are resisting but he’s patient, coaxing you into submission, the pain fading as your body adjusts, well does its best to adjust. his cock spears through you, knocking against your cervix and your stomach bulges to accommodate him, he can see it.

when you finally breathe normally and nod against the crook of his neck he pulls back and slams back into you, thick balls slapping against your cunt. the air is knocked out of your lungs from every squelch and shove, it’s like he’s molding you to him every thrust, your body still unused to him. and by this point you’re not even sure you can think straight, babbling and crying from pleasure, his cock rutting into you haphazardly, but yet it feels so good. every vein, every kiss of his tip along your walls, drives you further into insanity. you’re dripping onto him, coating his balls and the base of him with a sick ring of filth. not that he minds, nicholas isn’t even sure he’s on this planet, you’re taking him like you’re made for him, clawing at his shoulders and his mouth waters to claim you.

you come around him embarrassingly fast, and he can’t help but snicker at your spasming frame. no one’s fucked you like this, that much is clear. but he doesn’t slow down, he fucks your orgasm through you, making you thrash and shake as you gush onto him. he’s close too but he’ll never come before you do…twice.

that’s how you’re coming again, this time your knees are over his shoulders, tits pushed up for him to nip at as he grinds down into you, overstimulating and mind numbing pleasure wracks your body.

the thick balls that press against you are unmoving and you’re starting to wonder if he’s truly different from every other man, are they so thick they don’t bounce? what you don’t know is that nicholas is fighting every primal fiber in his body not to shove his engorged knot into you.

“wh—what is that?” nicholas is too pussy drunk to answer, you’re clenching around him as he finally gives up, coming inside you and flooding your insides. there’s so much cum it’s spilling out of your cunt and you whine as he pulls out, dripping out of you. nicholas sees the mess you’re making and he doesn’t hesitate to clean it up. your legs stay over his shoulders as he slips down your chest, lapping at your hole and making you flinch from the stimulation. you’re still coming down from your orgasm when you feels his thick tongue dive into you and suck all of your mixed come out. it’s filthy and needy and you’re starting to fall in love. he’s quite literally cleaning you out and you’re moaning at the way his tongue flicks against your clit. ever since your makeout he’s been able to smell your sweet scent and he needed to have a taste. when it’s just you gushing onto his tongue, he’s in heaven.

“taste so sweet,” and when his nose bumps against you and you hear him moan from your taste, you come again. his tongue is relentless, slurping and sucking all you give and tears stream down your face. your makeup must be irreconcilable. nicholas kisses your cunt once more before his lips find yours, letting you taste yourself. the swirl of his saliva with your spend is addictive and when you can feel him still hard between your legs you shove at his hips, back to how you began. this time you can take him yourself, sinking down on him slowly.

his hands grab at your waist, pulling your chest flush against his where he lays and his teeth scrape against your collarbone, your neck, leaving small bites along your skin. you ride him slowly, the new position makes him feel even deeper and his hand drifts to the bulge under your skin, pushing against it and making your walls clench tighter. “doing so good baby,” he sounds wrecked, a growl of a compliment spurs you on. as your confidence grows your hips slam up and down more, his bites getting reckless, his knot knocking against your cunt like a tease. “hah i’m close.” nicholas doesn’t know how much more he can take, your pussy keeps dripping onto his knot, teasing it and trying to fit him without knowing. the scrapes of teeth turn into laps of his tongue and groans of frustration, you know what he wants, somehow, you know. you also know that the thick bulge in his cock would feel amazing inside you, your cunt struggling to take it.

“bite me big boy.” as if a spell is broken, nicholas snaps.

“fuckkkk” his knot shoves into you as he clamps down, making you scream in pleasure. a flood of euphoria makes your brain fracture, the pain you should be feeling is replaced by giddiness. and then you’re filled with the overwhelming urge to bite him back and make him yours. so you give in, you mirror his action, biting his own neck. nicholas growls into you, pulling back and lapping at the bite, twisting his hips to throw you onto your back, his knot is stuck, pumping you full of cum. you might get pregnant but you don’t care, you feel like you just took drugs and ran a marathon at once, pure joy thrumming through your veins. nicholas can’t understand why you knew to bite him back but he’s wearing a matching dopey grin as you when you pull back from his neck, kissing at your blood stained lips. his knot deflates not long after, having served its purpose, and when he pulls out you wince at the flood of come gushing down. at least the forest floor is dealing with it.

he pulls you into his arms, so you don’t have to lie on said floor and kisses the crown of your head. you’re both catching your breath and coming back to reality. whatever happens between you two wasn’t just a casual hook up, that much you knew.

“should’ve taken you out first, are you free tomorrow?” nicholas is doing this all wrong, ideally he’d be a gentleman and walk you through his…lifestyle. but you’re already his mate whether you know it or not.

“hmm ‘won’t be able to walk, how about the day after?” you mumble into his chest, you could stay in his arms forever. the comforting scent of his skin soothes your nerves, there’s no doubt in your mind you’ll both be together.

“i could visit you,” nicholas probably deserves the shove at his chest. you can feel him still half hard under you and you’re part scared and excited by how insatiable he is.

“i’ll never stop being sore.” it’s not a bad problem to have, especially when he’s looking down at you like you hung the stars.

“you’ll get used to it, angel.”