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( 심재윤 ) In which - You finally leave your toxic ex after catching him cheating, only to be dragged to a rival hockey party where you meet Jake Sim. One reckless night of revenge

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Warnings / Tags: smut, mature content, dirty talk, jealousy, heavy sexual tension, oral sex( female rec), praise kink, rough sex, phone sex interruption, fingering, aftercare, cheating, possessive ex, jealousy, manipulation, football vs hockey rivalry, rebound romance, party scene, drinking/alcohol,

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I used to think relationships were supposed to hurt. After three years with Kang Daniël , pain had become normal.

Everyone on campus knew Daniël. Football captain. The kind of guy people feared almost as much as they admired. Girls wanted him, guys followed him, and professors looked the other way whenever he caused trouble.

And somehow, he picked me. The quiet girl nobody really noticed.

Our relationship had always been messy. Daniël was jealous, controlling, and way too comfortable using his fists when he got angry. He cheated constantly too.

We'd break up, he'd cry and beg for another chance, swear he loved me, and somehow I always ended up taking him back.

Until last Wednesday.

Finding my best friend Vanessa in my bed with him had finally destroyed whatever love I had left for Daniël.

So this time, when I broke up with him, I meant it.

For two days straight he'd been blowing up my phone with calls and messages, but by Friday night I was determined to ignore every single one of them.

I’m sitting cross-legged on my dorm bed, pretending to study, when my door suddenly slams open hard enough to make me jump.

Sunoo walks in like he owns the place. “Get ready,” he announces.

I frown at him over my textbook. “Absolutely not.”

“That wasn’t a question.”

“I’m serious, Sunoo. I don’t want to go out tonight.”

He rolls his eyes dramatically before tossing clothes onto my bed. A tiny skirt lands on top of my laptop followed by a cropped top that shows way more skin than I usually wear.

“You’re acting like your life ended,” he says. “Meanwhile your toxic, ugly, annoying ass ex is probably somewhere punching walls and writing pathetic drunk texts.”

“He is writing pathetic drunk texts,” I mutter. Sunoo snatches my phone from beside me and groans loudly at the screen. “Thirty-one missed calls?! Oh my God. He’s actually insane.”

I grab for it, but he holds it above his head.

“Sunoo.”

“Nope.” He narrows his eyes at me. “You’re not spending another Friday night crying over Daniël freaking Kang.”

“I’m not crying over him.”

“You were literally listening to sad music in the dark when I walked in.”

“…that’s unrelated.”

He laughs. “Yeah; Sure it is.”

I sigh, dropping my face into my hands. “I just don’t wanna deal with people tonight.” For a second, Sunoo softens. “I know,” he says quietly. “But staying locked in this room isn’t helping either.”

I look up at him.

Sunoo has been my best friend since freshman year, before Daniël gets possessive and starts deciding who I can and can’t spend time with. Even then, Sunoo never fully leaves me alone. He always finds ways to check in.

And right now he’s giving me that look; the one that means he isn’t taking no for an answer.

“Fine,” I groan. “But if this party sucks, I’m blaming you.” His face lights up instantly. “ I Knew you’d come around.”

Twenty minutes later, I’m shoved into the outfit he picks, my hair loosely curled, lip gloss freshly applied, and dragged across campus toward his car.

I buckle my seatbelt suspiciously. “Okay… where are we actually going?”

Sunoo smiles. Not a normal smile either. A dangerous one.

My stomach drops immediately.

“No.”

“Oh, yes.”

“Sunoo.”

“It’s Lee Heeseung’s birthday party!!”

I nearly choke.

Because there’s one thing everybody at Seorin University knows; Hockey and football don’t get along! The rivalry is ancient at this point; fights at games, broken noses at parties, public scandals. It’s basically campus history.

And Daniël hates the hockey boys most of all.

For Three years, he practically forbids me from going anywhere near the hockey fraternity.

The hockey team has their own reputation on campus.

Campus loves them of course.

“The boys are way more fun than those stuck-up football assholes anyway,” Sunoo says as he pulls up outside a massive fraternity house glowing with lights and music.

Sunoo is good friends with the hockey team. He was 2 years a member before he found out he had to share a house with 6 other boys and only ONE working bathroom.

Now he just trains with them, and in case of emergency, he can step in as a team member if needed.

I stare at the crowd outside in panic.

“This is a horrible idea.”

Sunoo only grins.

“No,” he says, dragging me out of the car. “This is your hot-girl healing era.”

The party was already in full swing by the time Sunoo dragged me through the front door of the hockey house.

I hadn't wanted to come. I'd been curled up in my dorm with a textbook, trying to ignore the twenty-seven missed calls from Daniël, trying to forget the way Vanessa's moans had echoed through my own apartment last week.

"This is a bad idea," I muttered, sipping the cheap punch. It was already spiked; heavy on the vodka, light on the juice.

"It's a great idea." Sunoo beamed, his hand on my lower back, steering me past a crowd of bodies that pulsed with bass. "You broke up with that piece of shit. You deserve to live a little. And the hockey boys are way more fun than those stuck-up football assholes."

I flinched at the mention of the hockey team. For two years, I'd been forbidden from even looking at them. Daniël's jealousy had been suffocating, his fists quick when I so much as glanced at another guy. But Daniël wasn't here. And I was tired of being scared.

There were two kinds of ‘kings’ on campus.

The football boys ruled loudly; parties, followers, rumors, girls hanging off their arms like accessories. Daniël and his crew practically owned the social scene. Shawn, Minjun, Ji-ho, Jin, Do-hyun; all rich smiles and cruel egos, the kind of boys who loved attention almost as much as they loved themselves. They were hot, untouchable, and mean enough that nobody dared cross them.

Then there were the hockey boys.

Heeseung, Jay, Jake, Sunghoon, Jungwon and Riki. They somehow managed to be just as infamous without even trying. They didn’t chase popularity; They’re effortlessly popular without even trying to be. There attractive, cocky, flirtatious; definitely players, but not in the cruel way the football boys are. Hockey boys do aftercare. They walk girls home. Remember names. Make sure you drink water before passing out at parties. Campus loved them.

And Daniël hated them.

For three years, he’d made sure I stayed far away from the hockey fraternity. Said they were players. Said they wanted one thing. But honestly? So did the football boys.

The only difference was that hockey boys smiled while breaking hearts. Football boys crushed them.

The house was huge! A crumbling fraternity mansion reappropriated by the ice hockey boys. The walls were lined with vintage jerseys, framed photos of the team hoisting trophies, and a shattered goalie stick that someone had mounted like a piece of art. The living room was packed with students grinding to some new remix, the air thick with sweat, cologne, and the sweet haze of smoke and vape clouds.

I spotted a few familiar faces from campus. Park Sunghoon leaned against a pool table, his arm around a girl with long black hair. Yang Jungwon was laughing at something on his phone near the kitchen. And there; in the corner, surrounded by a small crowd was Lee Heeseung, the birthday boy, smiling that killer smile that made every girl on campus weak.

I shook my head, trying to focus on Sunoo as he introduced me to a few of the hockey players. They were surprisingly nice! Not the cold, arrogant assholes Daniël had always described.

Riki offered me a shot of soju. Jay asked if I was okay, noticing my nervous energy. Heeseung gave me a simple nod of recognition. He knew who I was; probably also heard the rumors that had spread after the breakup.

I relaxed a little. The alcohol helped. After two more cups of that lethal punch, my limbs felt loose, and the edges of my anxiety softened into something almost warm.

And that's when I bumped into him.

I turned around from the makeshift bar in the kitchen, and my elbow collided with a solid chest. The cup in my hand tipped, spilling punch down my front and onto the white T-shirt of the guy I'd slammed into.

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry—" I stammered, grabbing a napkin and dabbing at his shirt. It was already ruined, a dark pink stain spreading across the cotton.

"Don't worry about it." His voice was low, amused, that made every word sound like a smirk. "It was getting too clean anyway."

I looked up.

And my breath caught in my throat.

Sim.

Jake Sim stood in front of me, his dark hair messy, his eyes glinting under the kitchen lights. He had that jawline that could cut glass, lips curved into a teasing smile that made my insides flip. Up close, he was even more overwhelming; broad shoulders, toned arms, and a presence that demanded attention without asking.

“Jake,” he says, extending a hand toward me.

I reach for it automatically, his grip was firm, warm. "I'm—uh—" My voice cracked. I cleared my throat.

He chuckles softly and lets his hand fall instead.

“I know who you are Sweetheart.”

My stomach tightens. He tilts his head slightly, eyes dragging over me in a way that makes heat creep up my neck.

“Daniël’s girl.”

“Ex-girl,” I correct immediately.

Jake raises a brow at how fast the words come out of my mouth.

“Oh?” he says, clearly interested now.“ We broke up.” I said awkwardly. A slow grin spreads across his face, dangerously pretty.

“Well, damn.” He leans against the kitchen counter beside me. “That explains why you’re standing in a hockey house wearing that look on your face.”

“What look?”

“The ‘I’m either about to ruin my life or heal emotionally’ look.”

I laugh before I can stop myself. Jake’s eyes light up like he’s proud he got the reaction.

“So,” he continues casually, taking a sip from his drink, “what’s Daniël’s ex doing at a hockey party? Thought football boys kept their girlfriends on a leash.”

I nearly choke on my drink.

“That obvious?”

“To everyone except him, probably.”

I shake my head, smiling despite myself. “Sunoo dragged me here.”

“Smart guy. He never really brings someone.” Jake steps a little closer, lowering his voice over the pounding music. “Honestly? Seeing you here is kind of shocking.”

“Why?”

“Because Daniël hated us.” He smirks. “Especially me.”

Something about the way he says it makes my stomach flip.

“Well,” I mumble, looking down at my cup, “he doesn’t exactly get a say in what I do anymore.”

Jake goes quiet for half a second. Then his smile changes. Less teasing. More flirtatious.

“Good,” he says softly.

I glance back up at him.

He’s already looking at me like he’s decided something. “You know,” he says, eyes dragging slowly over my face, “you’re really as pretty as everyone said.”

My face burns instantly. “Everyone said that?”

Jake huffs out a laugh, shaking his head a little. “Sweetheart, do you really think a campus full of boys didn’t notice Daniël dating a pretty girl?”

I stare at him. “That’s mildly terrifying.”

“Nah.” He moves even closer until I can smell his cologne over the alcohol and smoke in the room. “What’s terrifying is how Daniël let you walk around looking like this and still thought nobody would flirt with you.”

My breath catches.

Jake notices immediately.

Of course he does.

He tilts his head, that grin still playing on his lips. "And I think you need another drink. That one is half on my shirt."

“Yeah, sorry about that”

“No worries sweetheart”

He takes the cup from my hand, his fingers brushing mine deliberately. He's gone before I can protest, weaving through the crowd toward the keg. I watch him go, broad shoulders, confident stride, the way people naturally part for him.

When he comes back, he's holding two fresh cups. He hands me one, our fingers touching again.

"To new beginnings," he says, clinking his cup against mine.

"To forgetting."

We drink. The alcohol making my head spin. It's the way he's looking at me, like I'm the only person in this packed house.

"So," he says, leaning against the counter beside me again, close enough that I can smell his cologne; something clean and masculine, undercut with the faint scent of sweat. "What's the story? Daniël cheated, I'm guessing. He always had wandering eyes."

"With my best friend."

Jake lets out a low whistle. "Ouch. That's a double betrayal."

"Yeah." I take another long drink. "Found them in my bed. My bed. While I was supposed to be at the library."

"Fuck." He shakes his head. "That's cold. Even for Daniël."

"You sound like you know him well."

"We played basketball together in highschool. He's talented, I'll give him that. But he's always been entitled. Thought he could have whatever he wanted without consequences." His eyes meet mine. “Looks like he’s finally facing the consequences.”

I don't know what to say to that, so I just drink.

We stand there for a while, talking about nothing and everything. He tells me about the season, about the rivalry with the neighboring college's teams, about the time Sunoo accidentally set the kitchen on fire trying to make ramen. I find myself laughing, actually laughing! For like the first time in weeks.

We finish another drink. Then another. The kitchen gets louder, the bass from the speakers vibrating through the floor, making my chest thrum in sync with the music.

Suddenly, someone stumbles into me, splashing a cold wave of beer across my thighs and shoes. I gasp, looking down at the mess, but Jake is already there.

His hand lands firm on my lower back, his fingers splaying across my spine, pulling me flush against his side.

"Come on," he murmurs, his voice dropping an octave, vibrating against my ear. "Let's go clean that up."

He leads me through the crowd, his grip possessive as he steers me past groups of laughing players and girls dancing on couches. The hallway is dimmer, the air cooler, the walls lined with team photos and forgotten jackets. The noise of the party fades into a dull roar as he pushes open the door to the bathroom and steers me inside, clicking the lock shut behind us.

We stand in the small space, the fluorescent light humming overhead. Jake grabbed a towel from a cabinet, put it under the water, and cleaned the sticky beer from my bare legs.

When he’s done, he stands up and looks down at me. His eyes are dark, blown out with a hunger that mirrors the ache in my own gut. He doesn't say a word. He just leans in, his breath hot against my lips, hovering for a heartbeat, teasing me. Before he finally closes the gap.

Jake crashes his mouth onto mine.

It’s not gentle. It’s a collision, hungry and desperate, years of pent-up frustration pouring into a single, bruising kiss. His tongue forces its way past my lips, claiming me with a ferocity that leaves me breathless.

I let out a low, needy moan right into his mouth, my hands flying up to grip his hair, pulling him closer as if I can't get enough of him.

His hands slide down from my waist, yanking my hips hard against his. I can feel the thick, rigid length of his cock pressing firmly against my thigh through our clothes, pulsing with every heartbeat. He groans deep in his throat, the sound vibrating through my entire body.

He pulls back just an inch, his lips swollen and wet, his chest heaving. He looks at me with raw, unfiltered lust, his voice a rough growl.

"Fuck this," he pants, his forehead resting against mine. "Let's go to my room."

His room is big! King-size-bed in the corner, hockey gear scattered on the floor, a desk under the window cluttered with textbooks and a empty Gatorade bottle. He kicks the door shut behind us, and the lock.

In the dim light from the window, I see him clearly. He's beautiful, sharp jaw, full lips, eyes that seem to see right through me. His chest rises and falls quickly, his shirt stretching across broad shoulders.

I barely had time to breathe before his hands were on me; cupping my face, tilting my chin up, pulling me into a kiss that started teasing and turned ravenous. His tongue swept against mine, tasting of alcahol and something sharper. I moaned into his mouth, my fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt.

He walked me backward, step by step, until my spine hit the edge of the desk. The wood bit into my hips through my skirt. He didn’t stop kissing me, his hands sliding down to grip my thighs, hoisting me up onto the surface. His body pressing between my legs.

“Fuck,” I gasped, breaking the kiss. “You’re eager.

He grinned, that cocky, lopsided grin. “What can I say? You’ve been doing that thing with your eyes all night. Driving me crazy.” His hand slid up my thigh, pushing the hem of my skirt higher. “And I got a good look at you in that skirt. Been thinking about bending you over this desk since I saw you.”

“Then stop thinking and do it.”

He laughed, but it was dark, hungry. “Bossy. I like it.”

I reached for his belt, fumbling with the buckle. “You talk too much.”

He caught my wrists, pinning them behind my back. “And you rush too much. We’ve got all night, princess.” His mouth found my throat, teeth grazing the sensitive skin just below my ear. I shivered, my head falling back. He bit down, not hard enough to break skin, but enough to leave a mark. “I wanna hear you say my name before we’re done. And I wanna hear you beg.”

Before I can respond, my phone buzzes in my clutch. Loud. Insistent. I ignore it, pulling Jake back to me, but he pulls away, raising an eyebrow.

"Your phone."

"Leave it."

It buzzes again. And again.

Jake's eyes narrow. "Is that Daniël?"

"I don't care. Just—"

He reaches into my clutch before I can stop him, pulling out my phone. The screen glows with Daniël's name.

"Jake, don't—"

But he's already swiped to answer. But he doesn't say anything, just holds the phone to my ear, his eyes never leaving mine.

"Hello? Hello?! Why did it take you so long to answer?!" Daniël's voice crackles through the speaker, angry and slurred. Drunk, probably.

I glare at Jake, but he just smirks, his free hand sliding to my hip.

"Daniël, we're broken up. Why are you calling me in the first place?"

"Don't give me that shit! People are texting me that you're at the fucking hockey boys' party! Are you trying to humiliate me?!"

Before I can respond, Jake's mouth is on my neck. I inhale sharply, my hand flying to his chest to push him away, but he doesn't budge. His lips suction against my skin, tongue tracing the column of my throat.

"I—Daniël, it's none of your business where I am—"

"None of my business?! You're my girlfriend—"

"Ex-girlfriend!"

Jake bites down, hard. I let out a small moan and quickly cover my mouth. He pulls back, his lips brushing my ear.

"Not too loud," he whispers, his voice a low rumble. "You don't want your stupid ex to hear you."

I shove at his chest, but he's solid, immovable. His hand slides under my skirt, fingers pressing against my pussy through my panties.

"Are you there with someone?!" Daniël's voice is furious now.

"No!—"

Jake's fingers hook my panties aside, I slowly lift my hips to help, and he shoved them into his pocket with a smirk. “Souvenir. Don’t worry, I’ll give ’em back later. Maybe.”

He drags his fingers through my folds, collecting the wetness that's been building since the hallway. I gasp, my hips bucking into his hand.

It took me a second to collect all my toughest again.

"And what if I am at a hockey party? We're broken up, leave me alone!"

"NO, I will NOT!"

"You literally cheated on me with my best friend!"

"She threw herself at me! And you were home studying or something, so it's your—"

"WHAT?! IT’S MY FAULT YOUR DICK FELL IN HER PUSSY?!"

"NOOOO, not like that! I still love you, I miss you—"

As Daniël rambles on, Jake sinks to his knees in front of me. I look down, confused, my mind still half on the phone.

"What are you doing—"

But he cuts me off by lifting my skirt, baring me completely to him. The cool air hits my wet pussy, and I shiver.

"I know. You’re there with someone!" Daniël's voice is shrill now. "I'm gonna come get you!"

Jake looks up at me, his eyes locked on mine, and then his mouth connects with my pussy.

I let out a loud moan; can't help it. His tongue slides through my folds, lapping at my clit, and my knees buckle. I grab the edge of the desk behind me, steadying myself.

"What was that?! I knew it! I'm coming over there right now—"

Jake stands up in one fluid motion, takes the phone from my hand, and brings it to his own ear.

"She's busy, Daniël. As you can hear." He hangs up, tosses the phone onto the bed, and turns back to me, his lips wet with my arousal.

"Where were we?" he asks, stepping into me.

I don't answer. I grab his shirt and yank him into a kiss, tasting myself on his lips. He groans, his hands gripping my ass, lifting me beter on the desk.

He stands between my legs, pushing my skirt up to my waist. I'm completely exposed to him, my pussy slick and ready.

"You're so fucking wet," he says, his voice rough. "Look at you. Dripping for me. And your ex just heard you moan. That's going to eat him alive."

"Stop talking about him."

"Fine." His fingers find my clit, rubbing slow circles. "Let me talk about you instead. How beautiful you look like this. Skirt up, thighs spread, waiting for me."

I whimper, my head falling back.

"Eyes on me," he commands. I obey. "That's it. I want to see your face when I fuck you."

He unzips his jeans, pulls out his cock. It's thick, heavy, the tip already glistening. He strokes himself once, twice, then lines himself up with my entrance.

"You ready, sweetheart?"

"Please, Jake."

"Please what?"

"Please fuck me."

He thrusts forward, burying himself to the hilt in one smooth motion. I cry out, my back arching off the desk. He's so deep, so full. I feel stretched, claimed.

"Fuck, you're tight," he groans. "So fucking tight. squeezing my cock like you never want to let go."

He sets a rhythm; deep, measured strokes that hit a spot inside me that makes my toes curl. He leans over me, one hand gripping my hip, the other tangled in my hair.

"You like that? You like being fucked on Daniël's rival's desk?"

"Yes—"

"You like knowing he heard you moan for me?"

"Yes— fuck—"

"Good." He pulls out almost completely, then slams back in. "Because I'm going to make sure you forget his name. By the time I'm done, you're only going to remember mine."

He picks up the pace, his hips slapping against mine. The desk groans, shaking with each thrust. I'm gasping, moaning, my nails digging into his shoulders.

"Harder," I beg. "Please, harder."

He grabs a fistful of my hair, yanking my head back until my spine arches.

"Yeah? You want it harder?" He drives into me with brutal force, and I scream. "You want me to fuck you so hard you can't walk tomorrow?"

"Yes—yes—"

He pounds into me, his rhythm losing control. He's grunting now, his forehead pressed to mine. "You feel so good. This pussy was made for me. "

His hand drops between us, fingers finding my clit. He rubs roughly, in time with his thrusts.

"I can feel you clenching. You're close, aren't you?"

"Yes—please, let me come—"

"Not yet." He slows, pulling almost all the way out. I whimper in protest. "I said I want to make you forget his name. We're not done yet."

He keeps that maddening pace, barely moving, just enough to keep me on the edge. His lips find my ear.

"You're going to come when I tell you. And you're going to scream my name so loud the whole house knows you're mine tonight."

"Jake, please—"

"Please what?" He thrusts once, deep and slow. "Tell me what you want."

"I want to come. I want to come on your cock."

"That's my girl." He kisses me, sloppy and passionate. "Come for me, sweetheart. Let go."

He drives into me, hard and fast, his fingers working my clit. I shatter; my orgasm crashing through me in waves. I scream his name, my body convulsing around him.

He follows a second later, thrusting deep, groaning as he spills inside me. Hot, thick, filling me. His hips stutter, and he collapses against me, both of us breathing hard.

We stay like that, tangled on his desk, his weight a comforting pressure. His forehead rests against mine.

"Holy shit," I whisper.

He laughs, breathless. "Yeah. Holy shit."

He pulls out slowly, carefully. I wince at the emptiness, but his hands are gentle as he helps me off the desk. My legs are jelly, and he steadies me with a hand on my waist.

"Easy," he murmurs. "I've got you."

He leads me to his bed, sits me down. I watch as he disappears into the bathroom, hears the water run. He comes back with a damp washcloth and drops to his knees in front of me.

"Lift your hips."

I obey, and he gently cleans between my thighs, wiping away the mixture of both of us. His touch is tender, reverent, nothing like the rough manhandling from minutes ago.

"You don't have to—"

"Shut up," he says softly. "I want to."

He cleans me thoroughly, then tosses the washcloth aside. He finds a t-shirt in his drawer: soft, worn and helps me pull it over my head. It's huge on me, falling to mid-thigh.

"Better?" he asks.

I nod, not trusting my voice.

He strips down to his boxers and climbs onto the bed beside me. He pulls me against his chest, his arm wrapping around my waist, his lips pressing a kiss to my temple.

"You okay?" he asks.

"Yeah. More than okay."

"Good." His hand strokes my hip, tracing lazy circles. "You were amazing, you know-Fucking incredible."

I blush, burying my face in his chest. He laughs softly.

"Shy now? After all that?"

"Shut up."

He kisses the top of my head. "Never."

We lie there in comfortable silence. The party hums faintly downstairs, but it feels miles away. His hand never stops moving, stroking my hair, my back, my arm.

"Can I get you anything?" he asks. "Water? Something to eat?"

"Just stay."

"I'm not going anywhere."

I feel safe. Warm. Wanted.

"Jake?"

"Mm?"

"Thank you. For... not making it weird after."

He pulls back to look at me, his eyes serious.

"Hey. Listen to me. I know we just met, but... I felt something.”

“It's different. You're different."

———

Thank you.

FUCK hybe.

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( 심재윤 ) Here are some of my favorite things Jake has said in my debut Wattpad fanfic, without much context.

I love, love, love writing “the funny friend” parts mainly because I’m the funny friend in all my friendships. Don’t get me wrong, I love it. I also love writing about them.

For context, it’s a Heeseung x Aria; OC first-person fanfic. When campus hockey star Lee Heeseung and aspiring writer/journalist Ariana Jae Soo agree to fake-date for their own reasons; his to fix his reputation, hers to find inspiration. They don’t expect the line between acting and real feelings to blur so dangerously fast.

Jake is the funny, loud, true-real-best-friend kind of loud BSF everybody wants.

I always write in first person, but I do switch between Aria’s POV and Heeseung’s, so every part will have either an “ARIA” or “HEE” at the start to show whose POV it is.

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HEE

"Lee Heeseung... Dude-" Jake whispered, slow and dramatic. "Were you just... holding her on ice? Was this a K-drama moment? Did I walk into an OST scene?"

"Shut up," I muttered. "She slipped."

"Yeah, like into your arms." Jake smirked.

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HEE

I blinked; Two seconds. TWO.

Jake exploded like a champagne bottle at a f1 celebration?!

"HEESEUNG AND ARIA ALMOST KISSED! HE'S NOT FAKING IT ANYMORE HE'S IN LOVE WITH HER AND HE CAUGHT HER LIKE A PRINCESS-"

"JAKEEE!" I slammed my fork down.

The room went silent.

Full-table, dead-quiet, jaw-on-the-floor silence.

Sunghoon froze mid-bite. Jungwon choked on water. Niki blinked like he just witnessed a crime. Sunoo's eyes sparkled like he was already writing a fanfiction in his brain.

Jay very slowly set the pasta down. Then stares at me. Very mom! Very judgey! "HUH?!" Jay said breaking the silence.

I dragged a hand down my face. "We didn't almost kiss."

Jake snorted. "You were holding her like she was the last hockey stick on Earth."

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HEE

I froze mid-breath. Jake grinned slowly. "He's down bad."

"I AM NOT DOWN BAD."

“You’re down medium,” Riki said, laughing a bit too loudly at his own joke. "Down developing," Jungwon added. "Down catastrophic," Sunoo whispered dramatically.

Sunghoon shoveled food into his mouth. "You should've kissed her."

Jake pointed at him like he just solved global warming. "YES!"

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ARIA

Jake's knock is a grenade; He knocks again, louder this time.

"Seriously, man, did Aria have to stitch you up or something? It's been, like, what? Fifteen minutes!"

Heeseung just shuts his eyes like he's praying for divine intervention. Jake's voice snaps through it again, dramatic and exasperated:

"If you're performing minor surgery in there, at least charge his insurance, Aria!"

"He's fine Jake!"

"Doesn't sound fine to me!" Jake fires back.

Heeseung mutters under his breath, "I swear to God, I'm going to body-check him next." I snort. "Yeah, maybe sit this one out, champ. You're still bleeding." Heeseung leans in, voice low against my ear. "Yeah? Well, you didn't complain about the blood taste just now, did you?"

Before I can even think of a comeback, Jake's voice echoes through the door.

"Not to rush your résumé upgrade, Aria, but do it faster-I gotta pee!"

Heeseung rolls his eyes and shouts back, "We're coming, Jake!"

Jake fires back instantly, "Yeah, I hope you're coming out of the bathroom, not the other one! fake boyfriend!"

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ARIA

Before he can answer, Jake suddenly slides between us like a golden retriever launching himself into the middle of a quiet conversation.

"HI BESTIES," he says way too loudly, draping an arm over each of our shoulders like a human coat rack. "Did you miss me? I know you did. I would miss me."

Heeseung sighs. "Jake, you're heavy."

"I'm emotionally heavy," Jake corrects.

"Physically, I'm light. Like a feather. A strong, muscular feather."

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ARIA

I swallow. " Truth,"

Everyone groans."Boring!"

Jake pats my knee. "She's anxious. Let her be boring. GOSH."

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ARIA

"Come on, Aria," she purrs. "If it's Heeseung, just say it."

My blood freezes. The room stills. "I didn't say anything," I mutter. "But you didn't deny it." Sejin raises a brow, triumphant. "Interesting."

Jake glares at her. "You know what else is interesting? How every time you open your mouth, I lose two brain cells."

"Jake," I whisper. "Stop."

"No," he whispers back. "Let me cook."

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HEE

A soft knock on my door. Then whispering.

"Is he dead?" Jake asked, leaning way too close to my face. Sunoo squinted at me like I was a science experiment. "He's not dead. Dead people smell. He doesn't smell worse than usual."

"Should we poke him with something?! Just to be sure!" Riki perked up instantly. "No! What is wrong with you?" Jungwon gasped. Sunghoon shrugged from the foot of my bed. "Use a stick."

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HEE

He (Jay) drags me out of my bed, through the hallway, down the stairs and shoves me into a chair at the kitchen table. The rest of the boys sit around me in an intervention circle.

Riki crosses his arms dramatically. "Wow. He looks worse than my grades."

Jake leans forward, eyes wide, concerned. "Hyung... blink twice if you're alive."

I blink once.

Everyone groans.

"Okay," Jay says, pacing like an exhausted single mother of six feral sons. "This is ridiculous. Absolutely ridiculous." He points at me. "You haven't eaten anything except a granola bar in two days!"

"That wasn't me," I mumble. "Jake shoved it in my mouth."

Jake smiles proudly. "It was blueberry."

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HEE

"What does that mean?" Riki asks. "she was trying to forget everything."

Sunghoon narrows his eyes. "Everything like... you?" I don't answer.

Jake groans. "Jesus. What did you do this time Heeseung?!"

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HEE

Sunghoon leans forward, arms crossed. "So you followed her?"

"In the car," I say. "Tried to convince her to get in." Riki frowns. "Did you... yell at her?"

I hesitate. Jay groans loudly. "Dude."

"She wouldn't stop saying she wanted to walk home," I mutter. "It's an hour away. She was drunk. It was freezing. What was I supposed to do?"

"Not argue with her, maybe?" Jake says.

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ARIA

A knock pounds on the door. "Heeseung! It's been an hour! Did you wake her up?!" Jake yells through the door like an overly dramatic babysitter.

Heeseung mutters something vicious under his breath. "I'm gonna staple his mouth shut."

Jake knocks again, louder. "Dude! She could have brain damage! I swear, if she's dead, Tessa IS suing you!"

Heeseung snaps. "She's awake already!"

Jake gasps through the door like he's discovering a miracle. "ARIAAA! Hi! Hope everything is good!?"

I pinch the bridge of my nose. "Yep, Jake."

"Great. Fantastic."

And Thank you Jake for ruining the moment.

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ARIA

"Jake, can you leave?" Heeseung asked annoyed.

Jake scoffs loudly. "WHAT?! Why? I wanna come in and chill! Sunghoon kicked me out of his room!"

Heeseung's rolled his eyes. "Were... busy, Jake"

"..with what-oh. OHHHH." Silence. Then.

"Oh my God. I'm so sorry! I'll go! I'll leave! Don't do anything unsafe! Or loud! Or-just BYE!"

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ARIA

Before I can defend myself, Jake slams his hands on the table. "I CAN'T HOLD IT ANY LONGER!"

He didn't even hold it 10 hours! Everyone turns to him.

He points at us with both hands like he's revealing a government secret. "Heeseung told me to GO. AWAY. Last night!"

The boys collectively gasp.

"WHAT?!" Sunghoon yelled eyes wide. "WHY?!" Riki flung his arms up so dramatically that his chair tipped backward. "HOW DARE HE?!" Sunoo gasped, clutching his chest like he'd personally been wronged. "Explain. Immediately." Jungwon folded his hands on the table, serious as ever, staring us down.

"No explaining. I don't want to know." Jay didn't even look up from his plate, sighing like the exhausted mom of the group.

Jake throws his arms up dramatically.

"He said! And I quote. 'WE'RE BUSY, JAKE.' " Jake said giving air quotes while rolling his eyes.

They explodes. "BUSY?!" "BUSY WITH WHAT?!" "Oh my god-ARIIIAAAA."

Heeseung looks two seconds away from committing a felony. "Jake. Stop."

Jake gestures wildly. "I WILL NOT. THE PEOPLE DESERVE ANSWERS."

I cover my face. "He meant busy as in-like-sleeping. I had a concussion!"

Sunghoon gasps. "OHHH. So that's what the kids are calling it these days."

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ARIA

The front door SLAMS open. Followed by Tessa's voice. Loud. Panicked. Terrifying. "WHERE IS SHE?!"

The boys suddenly act like they've been caught committing tax fraud.

Jake hides behind Sunghoon. But he pushes him in front of him again.

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ARIA

Heeseung rubs the back of his neck. " Tess—" I start. She ignores me entirely. "WHO DO I KILL FIRST."

Jake immediately points at Sunghoon. "Hoon. Kill Hoon!"

"WHAT!"

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ARIA

"Yo," Jake says, plopping down beside me,

"you good, man?"

"Totally."

He snorts. "You're acting like you swallowed a fork."

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ARIA

"Holy Jesus on skates... She actually said confess." Jake said, nearly choking on his own shock. "guys, she's actually doing it." Sunghoon said, eyes wide.

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( 니시무라 리키 & 박성훈 ) In which - (Part 4) You manage to avoid Riki and Sunghoon for exactly two weeks… until you can’t anymore. One party changes everything, and before you know it, you’re standing in a room with both of them, realizing you were never really in control.

~2.9K

Warnings / Tags: smut, mature content, dirty talk, jealousy, heavy sexual tension, brother’s best Friends, sneaking around, 3somme, Eiffel tower, fingering, oral sex (M&F rec), multiple orgasms, rough sex, risk of getting caught

now playing ‧₊˚♪ : The Walls by Chase Atlantic

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Two weeks. Fourteen days. Three hundred and thirty-six hours.

That’s how long I’d managed to avoid both of them.

Both Nishimura Riki and Park Sunghoon

It started the morning after Sunghoon’s confession in the kitchen. I woke up with his words burned into my brain like a brand.

“Next time you want to get railed in my car, it will be by me.”

The memory of Riki’s hands on me, his cock buried inside me in the backseat of that same car, was still fresh and raw. And now Sunghoon knew. He heard every moan, every gasp, every filthy word that spilled from our lips.

I couldn’t face either of them.

So I didn’t.

I stopped answering Jake’s group chats. I told my brother I was swamped with exams and projects; which wasn’t entirely a lie. I deleted Sunghoon’s number before I could do something stupid like text him back.

But ignoring someone doesn’t mean you stop thinking about them.

Every night, lying alone in my bed, I replayed the car scene in my head. Riki’s breath hot against my neck, his fingers digging into my hips, the way he’d groaned my name like a prayer and a curse at the same time. And then Sunghoon’s voice, low and threatening, his eyes dark with hunger as he cornered me in the kitchen.

Two of them. Both dangerous. Both definitely off-limits for Jake’s little sister, aka ME!

The thought made my thighs clench under the covers. I hated how much it turned me on.

By the end of the first week, Jake started noticing. “You okay?” he asked over dinner one night. “You’ve been weird. Riki asked about you.”

My fork froze halfway to my mouth. “What?!”

“Yeah, at the gym. He was like, ‘Haven’t seen your sister around lately.’ I told him you’re busy with school.” Jake shrugged, oblivious. “You know, you could come to Sunghoon’s party this weekend. He’s been planning something big. Might be fun.”

I almost choked on my rice. “Sunghoon’s party?”

“Yeah. His parents are out of town again. Classic.” Jake grinned. “You should come. Loosen up.”

I mumbled something noncommittal and excused myself to my room.

The party. Sunghoon’s house, his parents away, everyone drinking and hooking up. The perfect trap. And I was the mouse. But ignoring them had worked for two weeks. I could survive one more.

Except I couldn’t.

By Friday night, the restlessness had become unbearable. I’d masturbated four times in the last two days, and still the ache wouldn’t go away. I needed something. Someone.

My phone buzzed with a text from an unknown number; except I recognized the digits immediately.

Sunghoon:

You can’t hide forever, Ariana. I’m patient. But Riki’s not.

Then another message, this one from Riki’s number. I’d never deleted it, just ignored it.

Riki:

Where the fuck are you? Come over tonight. We need to talk.

I stared at the screen, heart pounding.

The choice wasn’t really a choice at all.

Saturday night I walked into Sunghoon’s house at 11 PM, dressed in a fitted black two piece that ended midthigh, paired with heeled boots that made my legs look endless. My hair falling in loose waves over my shoulders.

The place was packed! Students from campus, friends of friends, the usual crowd. Music thumped through the speakers, and the air smelled like alcohol, cologne, and sweat. I spotted Jake near the kitchen, already tipsy and laughing with some guys from his soccer team. Good. He’d be occupied.

And then I saw them.

Riki was leaning against the wall near the back door, a bottle of soju in his hand, his jaw tight. Even from across the room, I could feel the tension radiating off him. His eyes found mine the second I walked in, and they didn’t let go.

Sunghoon was behind the makeshift bar in the living room, pouring drinks. He looked up as I passed, and a slow, predatory smile spread across his lips. He raised his glass in a silent toast.

I ignored both of them and headed straight for a drinks.

The next hour was a careful dance. I stayed close to groups of people, laughing and chatting, pretending I didn’t feel their gazes burning into my back. A few guys tried to hit on me, but I brushed them off with polite smiles. I wasn’t here for them.

By midnight, I’d had three shots of tequila and was feeling warm and reckless. I was standing near the stairs when a hand closed around my wrist.

“We need to talk.” riki said

Riki’s voice was low and rough, his grip firm. He pulled me away from the crowd, through the hallway, and into a spare bedroom upstairs. The door clicked shut behind us, and the music became a dull throb through the walls.

I turned to face him, crossing my arms. “What do you want, Riki?”

“What do I want?” He laughed, but there was no humor in it. “You’ve been ignoring me for two weeks. Two fucking weeks. You don’t answer my texts, you don’t look at me, you act like I don’t exist. And then you show up here dressed like that.” His eyes swept over my body, dark and hungry. “What the hell is your problem?!”

“My problem?!” I stepped closer, my voice dropping. “My problem is that you told me it was a mistake. You told me we needed to forget it. And then you fucked me in Sunghoon’s car like you couldn’t get enough. And now he knows, and he’s been watching me like I’m prey.”

“Sunghoon?!” Riki’s jaw clenched. “What did he say to you?”

“He said next time I want to get railed in his car, it’ll be by him.”

The words hung between us, heavy and electric.

Riki’s expression flickered; jealousy, anger, something darker. “He threatened you?”

“No.” I shook my head slowly. “He offered.” The silence stretched. I could see the conflict in Riki’s eyes, the possessive fury warring with something else. Desire. Need.

“And what did you say?” His voice was barely a whisper.

I didn’t answer. Instead, I reached up and traced my fingers along his jaw, feeling the slight stubble, the tension in his muscles. “I told him I’d think about it.” Riki’s breath hitched. His hand came up to cover mine, pressing my palm harder against his cheek. “You’re playing with fire, Sim.”

“I know.” I leaned in, my lips brushing his ear. “But I’m done hiding. I’m done pretending I don’t want this. I want both of you.”

He pulled back, staring at me like I’d grown a second head. “Both of us?!”

“You heard me.”

His nostrils flared. “You’re out of your mind.”

“Maybe.” I shrugged, letting my hand drop. “But I know you can pictured it.”

Riki’s breathing had gone ragged. I could see the bulge straining against his jeans, and I felt a thrill of power.

“I won’t share you.” he said, but his voice wavered.

“You don’t have to share, you don’t even really have a chosen.” I stepped back, reaching for the door handle. “But if you can’t handle the idea, then I’ll find out if Sunghoon’s offer still stands.”

I opened the door, ready to leave the room, but before I could even step out, the door suddenly swung open.

Sunghoon stormed in.

Riki and I both froze.

“What are you doing here?” Riki asked sharply, straightening up.

Sunghoon glanced between us, completely unfazed. “I saw you two walk in here together, and you were taking a while—”

I cut him off immediately. “What if we were fucking, Sunghoon?! You can’t just storm in like that.”

For a second, silence filled the room. Then Sunghoon smirked and his eyes darkend.

“Then I would’ve liked to be there.”

Both Riki and I stared at him, completely caught off guard.

Riki let out a dry laugh of disbelief. “You’re insane.”

Sunghoon only shrugged, stepping farther into the room. “Am I wrong?!”

The tension in the room thickened instantly.

I crossed my arms, trying to ignore the heat rushing to my face. “You seriously have no boundaries.”

“And you seriously didn’t answer my question,” Sunghoon replied smoothly, his eyes flicking between me and Riki. “What exactly was going on in here?”

Riki’s jaw tightened while I looked away, suddenly very aware of how close the three of us were standing, running a hand through his hair. “Did you literally offer to take her in your car?”

Sunghoon raised an eyebrow. “Yeah. And?”

“That’s insane.” Riki said, his jaw tightening.

“Well It was my car,” Sunghoon shot back casually. “I can offer whoever I want a ride.”

Riki stepped closer. “You were flirting with her.”

“And you hated that, didn’t you?” Sunghoon’s grin widened. “You seriously don’t know when to stop.” Riki said getting more in Sunghoon face. “And you seriously act like you own her. ”Sunghoon said, now also taking a step forward.

The tension between them snapped tight so fast it made my stomach twist.

“Stop,” I said sharply, stepping between them before this turned into an actual fight. “Both of you.”

Neither moved.

Their eyes stayed locked on each other like neither wanted to back down first.

Then Riki laughed bitterly. “You know what? Fine.”

Sunghoon tilted his head. “Fine what?”

“There’s only one way to figure this out.”

A chill ran down my spine at the look on Riki’s face.

His gaze shifted to me.

“Aria has to decide who’s better.”

The room went completely silent.

Sunghoon’s smirk slowly returned, darker this time. “And what if she can’t choose?”

Riki’s jaw tightened. “She will.”

I swallowed hard as both of their attention landed fully on me now, the air suddenly feeling way too hot.

“W-What do you mean?!”

“He means were both going to fuck you prinsess” Sunghoon said looking me deep in the eyes.

“O-okay,” now that it was really happening, I got nervous.

Riki stepped forward. “You sure about this, Ari? Once we start, there’s no going back.”

“I know.” I met his eyes, then Sunghoon’s.

Riki’s jaw tightened, and nodded. “Come here.”

I walked toward them, my heels clicking on the hardwood floor. When I reached the bed, Sunghoon took my hand and guided me to sit on the edge. Riki knelt in front of me, his hands sliding up my thighs, pushing the hem of my skirt higher.

“You’ve been driving me crazy for two weeks,” Riki growled, his fingers hooking into the waistband of my panties. “Ignoring me. Making me ache for you.”

“Good,” I breathed. “You deserved it.”

He pulled my panties down slowly, deliberately, his knuckles brushing against my sensitive skin. I lifted my hips to help him, and soon the fabric was pooled around my ankles. Sunghoon’s hands came to my shoulders, unzipping my top. It fell away, leaving me naked except for my boots.

“Fuck-” Sunghoon murmured, his eyes raking over my body. “Look at you.”

“She’s perfect,” Riki agreed, his voice thick.

Riki didn’t waste time, he spread my legs. His mouth descended on my core, his tongue sliding through my folds, finding my clit with practiced ease.

I gasped, my back arching. “Oh, god...”

“Don’t move,” Sunghoon said from behind me. His hands came to my breasts, cupping them, thumbs circling my nipples. “Just feel.”

I was caught between them, Riki’s mouth working me into a frenzy while Sunghoon’s fingers teased my nipples to hard peaks. I could feel the wetness pooling between my thighs, could hear the obscene sounds of Riki lapping at me.

“You taste so good,” Riki mumbled against my skin. “I’ve been dreaming about this pussy for weeks.”

He slid two fingers inside me, curling them, hitting that spot that made stars burst behind my eyes. I cried out, my hips bucking against his face.

“That’s it,” Sunghoon whispered, his lips brushing my ear. “Let him make you feel good.”

Riki’s tongue circled my clit as he pumped his fingers in and out, faster and faster. The pressure built, coiling tight in my belly, until I shattered with a scream, my orgasm ripping through me. Riki didn’t stop, licking me through it, prolonging the pleasure until I was trembling and oversensitive.

“Good girl,” he said, pulling back, his chin glistening with my juices.

Sunghoon turned me around, positioning me on my hands and knees on the bed. I could feel both of them behind me, their heat radiating against my skin.

“Now it’s my turn,” Sunghoon said.

He knelt behind me, his hands gripping my hips. I felt the head of his cock pressing against my entrance, and I moaned in anticipation. He entered me in one smooth thrust, filling me completely. I gasped, my fingers digging into the sheets.

“Fuck- you’re tight,” he groaned. “And so fucking wet.”

He began to move, slow and deep at first, then faster, harder. The sound of his hips slapping against my ass filled the room. Riki moved in front of me, his cock hard and ready. I didn’t hesitate. I took him in my mouth, my lips sliding down his shaft, tasting the salt of his skin.

“Yeah, just like that,” Riki breathed, his hand tangling in my hair. “Take it all.”

We found a rhythm; Sunghoon pounding into me from behind while I sucked Riki’s cock. It was overwhelming, filthy, perfect. I could feel another orgasm building, my body trembling with the force of the pleasure.

“I’m gonna come,” I whimpered around Riki’s length.

“Not yet,” Sunghoon said, pulling out abruptly. I cried out at the loss. “We’re not done with you.”

Sunghoon flipped me onto my back, his cock still slick with my juices, rubbing against my thigh.

"Your brother's probably downstairs right now," Sunghoon said, his voice low as he positioned himself between my legs. "Pouring himself another drink, laughing with his friends, having the time of his life. Got no fucking idea his sister's getting absolutely destroyed by us."

Riki's fingers found my mouth, pushing past my lips. I sucked them clean, tasting myself on his skin. "Yeah, what would Jake say if he saw you now?" Riki asked, his eyes dark with amusement. "His precious little sister, taking both our cocks so good, like our girl."

Sunghoon thrust into me without warning, burying himself to the hilt. I cried out around Riki's fingers, my back arching off the bed. "And we've got all night," Sunghoon continued, his pace relentless, punishing. "Party's gonna last for hours. Plenty of time to use every single hole you've got. By the time he comes looking for you, you're gonna be so full of our cum it'll be dripping down your thighs for days."

"Think he'll notice?" Riki asked, moving behind Sunghoon, his hand stroking his own cock while he watched his friend fuck me. "Think he'll smell us on you? See the mark I'm gonna leave on your neck?"

Sunghoon leaned down, his teeth grazing my throat before he sank them in, sucking hard. "Let him find out," he growled against my skin. "Let him know exactly who's been ruining his sister tonight."

Then came the Eiffel tower position.

Sunghoon guided Riki to stand in front of me, then positioned me between them, facing Riki. Sunghoon stood behind me, his cock pressing against my ass, while Riki’s was at my mouth.

“This is what you wanted, right?” Sunghoon whispered, his hand sliding down to my clit. “Two cocks. All yours.”

I nodded desperately, my lips parting to take Riki in. Sunghoon pushed into my ass, slowly, carefully, letting me adjust. The fullness was incredible, the stretch almost too much, but I craved it. I pushed back against him, taking him deeper.

“Fuck, she’s tight,” Sunghoon hissed.

Riki’s eyes were dark, his breathing ragged. “She’s taking both of us. Our perfect girl.”

They began to move in unison, a rhythm that drove me wild. Riki’s cock slid in and out of my mouth while Sunghoon fucked me, his fingers still working my clit. The triple stimulation was too much. I came with a muffled scream, my body convulsing, my vision white.

They followed soon after. Riki spilled his cum down my throat, groaning my name. Sunghoon buried himself deep in me, his hot release flooding me, his fingers digging into my hips.

We collapsed onto the bed, a tangle of sweaty limbs and trembling bodies.

For a long moment, no one spoke.

Riki was the first to move. He pulled out gently, then grabbed a towel from the bathroom. He cleaned me with careful, tender strokes, his touch soft despite the roughness of before. Sunghoon brought a glass of water from the nightstand, helping me sit up to drink.

“You okay?” Riki asked, his voice rough with concern.

I nodded, still catching my breath. “More than okay.”

Sunghoon kissed my forehead, then my lips, a soft, lingering kiss. “You were amazing.”

They flanked me on either side, pulling the covers over us. Riki wrapped an arm around my waist, his hand resting on my stomach. Sunghoon stroked my hair, his fingers gentle in my tangled locks.

“So,” I said, my voice sleepy.

"What happens now? Hm?"

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( 양정원 ) In which - You swear your relationship with your hockey captain best friend Yang Jungwon is completely platonic… until one jealous glance during a rivalry game turns fifteen years of unresolved tension into something neither of you can ignore anymore.

~2.0K

Warnings / Tags: smut, mature content, heavy sexual tension, jealous male, Friends to more , dirty talk, Car sex, Semi-public risk / risky location, Fingering, multiple orgasms

now playing ‧₊˚♪ : Crazy In Love Remix by Beyoncé

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The air in the arena was freezing, a sharp contrast to the suffocating heat radiating from the ice and the roar of the crowd. I leaned against the railing, my eyes locked on number 11, Yang Jungwon;

Jungwon and I have been friends since we’ve been around 7 years old. We lived two houses away from each. One day, a kid dropped my lunch on the playground, and Jungwon shared his with me that day. Since then, we’ve been practically inseparable.

As the captain of the Eastvale Icehawks hockey team, Jungwon was a force of nature on the ice, but today, he was a storm.

We were playing against Westvale Firedoves, our rivals from the neighboring district, and the tension was thick enough to cut with a skate blade.

Myeong Jaehyuns team was currently leading. Jungwon wasn’t satisfied. He was playing with a viciousness I’d rarely seen, his movements sharp, his hits bone-crushing. Every time he collided with an opponent, I could see the irritation etched into the set of his jaw. He didn't just want to win; he wanted to dominate.

As the buzzer sounded for the halftime pause, Jungwon didn't even look toward the stands. He skated straight toward the locker rooms, his shoulders tense, the energy coming off him practically electric.

I sighed, feeling the chill seep through my clothes, and decided to head toward the concession stand for a drink. I was just reaching for my water when a voice, smooth and overly confident, stopped me in my tracks.

"You know, you're a distraction." Sungho said, leaning against the wall beside me. He was one of the Firedoves players, still flushed from the game, his jersey clinging to his chest. He gave me a crooked smile, his eyes scanning me with an openness that made my stomach flip; not out of love, but out of a sudden, sharp awareness of who was watching. "I spent half that period wondering if you were watching me or our mascot?"

I laughed softly, a bit of playful flirting slipping out. “ it was definitely harry the dove!”

“I think you’re lying!”

We talked a bit; I was smiling, leaning in slightly, when the atmosphere suddenly shifted. The air behind me turned cold and heavy. Before I could blink, a strong arm wrapped around my waist, hauling me back against a hard, armored chest.

"She's not interested, Park Sungho," Jungwon’s voice growled, low and dangerous.

He had come back from the lockers, still half-clad in his gear, his eyes dark and narrowed. He didn't just hold me; he claimed me, his grip on my waist possessive and bruising.

Sungho blinked, his smirk faltering. "Says who?"

Jungwon stepped forward, his chest pressing into my back, his voice dropping an octave. "Me."

Without waiting for a response, Jungwon practically dragged me away, his hand locked firmly around mine. He didn't stop until we were in a secluded hallway, far from the noise of the crowd. He spun me around, pinning me against the wall. His breathing was heavy, his chest heaving under the hockey pads.

"What was that?" he demanded, his eyes searching mine.

"Nothing, Yang. He was just talking." I stammered, my heart racing.

"Nothing?!" He leaned in, his face inches from mine, the scent of ice and sweat clinging to him. "You were smiling at him. Flirting."

"I wasn't!"

"Sure," he whispered, a dark glint in his eyes. He stepped back, the irritation still simmering under the surface. "I have to get back. But you better be cheering for us. I'm watching you."

The second half of the game was a blur of violence and victory. Jungwon played like a man possessed, scoring the final goal with a level of aggression that left the other team reeling. When the final whistle blew, Eastvale Icehawks had won .

We celebrated with the school, and after that, Jungwon gave me a ride to my dorm apartment.

The ride home was suffocatingly silent. Jungwon was exhausted, his large frame slumped in the driver's seat of his car. I looked out the window, the streetlights blurring into long streaks of gold. I could feel his gaze on me occasionally, heavy and expectant, but he didn't speak.

“Can you give me my water bottle?” Jungwon asked out of nowhere. I looked over at him. “Where is it?”

He pointed down toward my feet without taking his eyes off the road. “Under there.”

I immediately leaned down, searching through the clutter on the floorboards while the car kept moving. “Won, I can’t find it—”

The moment the words left my mouth, the car jerked as Jungwon abruptly pulled over onto the side of the deserted, tree-lined road and shifted into park.

Without a word, he leaned across me to reach the water bottle near the door handle. His body was draped over mine, his heavy weight pinning me down. His hand stayed on my thigh, his fingers digging into my soft flesh for support as he reached.

I felt my breath hitch, my chest heaving as the heat from his body flooded my senses.

He finally grabbed the bottle and sat back, but he didn't move his hand. He turned to me, a small, wicked smirk playing on his lips.

"Why are you so nervous?" he murmured, taking a slow sip of water, his eyes never leaving mine. "We've been closer than this."

My face flushed a deep crimson. "Shut up, Yang! You swore not to talk about that night again!" I hissed. He chuckled, a low vibration that I felt in my own chest.

He was referring to a few weeks ago; the night we both got completely wasted and the boundaries of a fifteen-year friendship finally shattered. It had been a blur of desperate kissing, dry-humping through our clothes, and me spending an hour on my knees, giving him the best blowjob of his life until he screamed my name. It was the first time we'd ever crossed that line, and we had spent the following weeks pretending it didn't change everything.

Jungwon paused, his gaze dropping to my lap. His hand began to stroke my thigh, his thumb brushing against the hem of my skirt.

"Yeah, but we didn't really end it right," he whispered, his voice turning husky. "Jake interrupted us. I didn't let you feel good. I didn't get to finish what I started."

"Jungwon..." I warned, but my voice was weak.

His fingers migrated higher, sliding up the inside of my thigh, getting dangerously close to my core. "Baby, I know you want it. I know you've been thinking about it since that night. Wanting more. My fingers... my cock..."

"We can't- !" I gasped, though I was already arching my hips toward him.

"Baby, I can feel how wet you are," he groaned, his voice dripping with possessiveness. "You're soaking my seat."

"You're practically begging for me."

With a sudden, decisive movement, his fingers slid under the fabric of my panties, finding my clit. I let out a sharp, loud moan, my head hitting the headrest.

"Fuck, you're dripping," he whispered, his voice a dark caress. He began to rub me, his middle finger circling my nub with a precision that made my toes curl. "Did you think about me while you were talking to Sungho? Did you imagine my fingers inside you while he was looking at you?"

"Yes... fuck- Jungwon, please!"

He didn't stop. He slid one finger deep inside me, then another, stretching me open. He began to fuck me with his fingers, his movements fast and rhythmic. He was talking dirty now, telling me exactly how much he wanted to ruin me, how he had spent the entire hockey game imagining the sound I’d make when he finally filled me up.

"You're so tight," he groaned, his thumb pressing hard against my clit as his fingers hammered into my pussy. "So fucking wet for me. You're mine, remember? Every inch of this belongs to me."

I was sobbing, my body shaking with the intensity of the friction. I reached down, trying to pull him closer, but he stopped abruptly. He pulled his fingers out with a wet pop, leaving me gasping and empty.

"Not here," he whispered.

He climbed over the center console, practically throwing me into the backseat. He stripped out of his pants in a blur of motion, revealing a cock that was thick, veiny, and pulsing with a need that mirrored my own.

He pushed me onto my back, my skirt hiked up to my waist, my legs spread wide. He didn't waste time with foreplay; he guided his head to my entrance and slammed into me in one heavy, singular thrust.

"FUCK- !" I screamed, the feeling of him filling me completely sending a jolt of electricity through my spine.

"Say my name," he commanded, his voice a guttural growl. He began to fuck me with a punishing intensity, his hips slamming against mine with a rhythmic thwack. "Say it, baby. Tell me who owns you."

"You- Jungwon! Please!"

He gripped my hips, his fingers leaving bruises on my skin. He was driving deep, hitting my G-spot with every single stroke. He was relentless, his breath hot against my neck as he whispered in my ear.

"Don't ever think about talking to Sungho again."

"Don't look at him. Don't even breathe the same air as that fucker. You are mine. Do you understand?"

"Yes! I'm yours! Just... fuck me harder!"

He obeyed, his pace increasing until the car was rocking on its suspension. He flipped me over, pushing me onto my hands and knees in the cramped backseat. He grabbed my hair, pulling my head back as he entered me from behind, his cock sliding into my soaking pussy with a wet, slapping sound.

The view from behind was even more intense. I could feel every inch of him stretching me, filling me to the brim. He was fucking me like he wanted to leave a permanent mark, his chest heaving against my back.

"You're so fucking perfect," he groaned, his voice strained. "I've wanted to do this since the moment I saw you today. I wanted to drag you away and fuck the thought of every other man out of your head."

I was close, my walls tightening around him in rhythmic waves. I could feel the pressure building, a tidal wave of pleasure crashing over me.

"I'm coming! Jungwon, I'm coming!"

As I peaked, my body shuddering in a violent orgasm, Jungwon let out a low, guttural roar. He gave three more powerful, deep thrusts, burying himself to the hilt, and then he shuddered. I felt the hot, thick jets of his cum filling me, pulsing deep inside my womb.

But he didn't pull out. He stayed buried inside me, panting, his forehead pressed against my shoulder. After a moment, he slowly withdrew, but as he did, he gripped my waist and pulled me back against him.

He didn't want to waste a drop. He reached around, his hand guiding his cock as he rubbed the head of it against the base of my spine. With a final, forceful groan, he released the rest of his load, the thick, white cream of his cum splashing across the small of my back and the top of my ass.

We stayed like that for a long time, the only sound the ticking of the cooling engine and our synchronized, ragged breaths.

Jungwon kissed the back of my neck, his voice returning to that soft, possessive tone.

"Mine," he whispered. "Always mine."

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(이희승) In which - After a vicious fight leaves you furious, Heeseung shows up outside your window, desperate for forgiveness… but what starts as punishment quickly turns into a storm fueled night that neither of you can resist.

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Warnings / Tags: Smut, Explicit Sexual Content, Dirty Talk, College, Post-Argument Tension, rough sex, Jealousy, Makeup Sex, Oral Sex (M/F Receiving), 69, Rough Sex, Hair Pulling, Choking/Neck Grabbing, Dom/Sub Dynamics, Switch Dynamics, Marking/Biting, Creampie, 

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The sound of the rain was a rhythmic, oppressive drumming against the glass of my dorm window, mirroring the heavy thumping of my heart. I had just finished an "everything shower" The kind where I scrubbed every inch of my skin until it was glowing, shaved every stray hair, and used that expensive, vanilla-and-coconut scented body wash that always made me feel like a goddess. I had spent an hour on my skincare, my hair still damp and clinging to the back of my neck, smelling like a mix of coconut and rain.

I was currently buried under three layers of oversized blankets, wearing nothing but a thin, silk slip that barely skimmed my thighs and a bra. I wanted to disappear. I wanted to drown out the memory of the screaming match Heeseung and I had three hours ago.

It had been a disaster. A classic college dorm blowout; stress from finals, jealousy over some girl from his class he’d been way too friendly with. He had called me stubborn; I had called him arrogant. We had ended it with a door slamming so hard the frames rattled, leaving a void of silence that felt heavier than the storm outside.

I closed my eyes, breathing in the scent of my own skin, trying to find some peace. But the silence of the room was suddenly broken.

Tap. Tap. Tap.

My eyes snapped open. I looked toward the window. There, drenched to the bone and looking absolutely wrecked, was Heeseung. He was standing on the narrow ledge of the dorm building, the rain pouring down in sheets, soaking through his white t-shirt until it was completely transparent, clinging to the lean, hard muscles of his chest and shoulders.

His dark hair was plastered to his forehead, dripping water down his face and over his sharp jawline. He looked like a drowned rat, but a devastatingly hot, sexy one.

I stared at him, my breath hitching. I should ignore him. I should let him freeze out there to learn a lesson. But the sight of him; shivering, desperate, and looking at me with those dark, pleading eyes shattered my resolve.

I slid out of bed, the cool air hitting my skin, and unlocked the window. The moment I pushed it open, the scent of wet pavement and ozone rushed in, clashing with the warm, sweet aroma of my shower.

"What the fuck are you doing, Heeseung?" I whispered, though my voice lacked any real anger. "You're going to fall and kill yourself."

He didn't answer immediately. He just climbed inside with a clumsy, wet thud, bringing the storm with him. He stood there, dripping all over my hardwood floor, his chest heaving. He looked at me; really looked at me, and I saw his pupils dilate. He could smell me. The vanilla, the coconut, the raw scent of clean skin.

"I’m sorry, I couldn't stay away," he rasped, his voice deep and roughened by the cold. "I tried. I swear to god, I tried to stay in my room, but I can't stop thinking about the way you looked when you walked out of the room."

"I'm still mad at you," I breathed, even as I reached up to touch his wet hair, pushing the damp strands away from his forehead.

"I know, I'm a prick. I'm sorry. Just... GOD, you smell incredible."

He stepped closer, the wet fabric of his shirt brushing against my silk slip. The contrast was electric; his freezing, rain-soaked body against my warm, pampered skin. He reached out to touch my waist, but I stepped back sharply, my eyes narrowing.

"Stop," I commanded. "Don't touch me."

He froze, his hand hovering in mid-air. He looked confused, almost pained. "Baby, I—"

"I said don't touch me," I repeated, my voice gaining a level of authority I rarely used with him. Usually, he was the one calling the shots, the one who decided when we kissed and how we fucked. But right now, the power dynamic had shifted. I could see the flicker of uncertainty in his eyes, and it thrilled me. "You don't get to just walk in here and touch me after what you did."

I walked back to the bed and sat on the edge, crossing my legs so the silk of my slip rode high up my thighs, exposing the creaminess of my skin. I looked at him with a cold, calculated intensity.

"Stay right there," I ordered.

He obeyed, standing still like a soldier, water pooling around his sneakers. He looked starved, his gaze locked onto my body, his chest heaving under that transparent shirt.

"Baby, I already told you I'm sorry," he murmured, his voice pleading.

"I don't care about your words right now," I said, leaning back on my elbows, letting him take in the sight of me. "If you want to fix things with me, if you want me to even consider forgiving you, you're going to do exactly what I say. And the first rule is: you do not touch me unless I tell you to. Do you understand?"

He swallowed hard, his throat bobbing. "Yes."

"Good boy," I purred. "Now, take your clothes off. You’re wet."

He hesitated for a fraction of a second, a look of disbelief crossing his face. He wasn't used to being the one taking orders. But the desire in his eyes outweighed his pride. Slowly, his fingers gripped the hem of his white t-shirt. He pulled it over his head in one fluid motion, the wet fabric clinging to his skin before he tossed it onto the floor with a wet thud.

His torso was a masterpiece of lean muscle, defined and trembling slightly from the cold. Water still dripped from the tips of his hair, sliding down the column of his throat and disappearing into the waistband of his jeans. I watched every movement, my own arousal building as I realized how much he wanted this.

"The rest," I commanded.

He reached for his belt, the metallic click echoing in the quiet room. He slid his jeans down, kicking them aside. He stood before me; shivering, his cock already semi-hard and twitching, reacting to the sight of me and the scent of vanilla filling the room.

"Come here," I whispered.

He moved toward me, but as he tried to reach for my hand, I slapped his wrist away. "I told you. No touching."

A flush of heat rising to his cheeks. He dropped to his knees and crawled toward the bed, his eyes never leaving mine. He looked like a predator who had willingly walked into a trap, submitting to the very person he usually dominated.

As he reached the edge of the bed, I reached down and grabbed a handful of his wet hair. I yanked his head back sharply, forcing him to look up at me. He let out a sharp, strangled gasp, his eyes blown wide. The feeling of his damp, heavy locks in my grip gave me a surge of adrenaline.

"You think you can just flirt with some girl in your class and then climb through my window and everything is fine?"

"I... I wasn't... I'm sorry," he groaned, his voice a wrecked shadow of itself. He looked so vulnerable, so desperate for my touch, and it was intoxicating.

"I don't want your apologies. I want you to earn your way back into my good graces.”

“Stand up. "

I pushed him down, forcing him onto his back on the bed. I climbed over him, straddling his hips, the thin silk of my slip the only thing between my heat and his cold skin. I could feel his cock pulsing against my thigh, hard and demanding, but I refused to give in to it yet. I leaned down, my damp hair brushing against his chest, and whispered in his ear, "Start with my pussy. And remember... you only touch me where I tell you."

He didn't need to be told twice. He lunged upward, his mouth finding the hem of my slip and pulling it up. He groaned as the scent of my clean, aroused skin hit him full force; that intoxicating mix of vanilla, coconut, and raw female heat. He buried his face between my thighs, his tongue swirling around my clit with a desperate, starving hunger. I arched my back, my fingers digging into my bed, a loud moan escaping me as he sucked the sensitive nub into his mouth, his tongue flicking rapidly.

He was trying so hard to please me, his breathing ragged, his nose pressed against my folds. I could feel him shaking with the effort of not grabbing my hips, of not taking control. I loved it. I loved seeing him struggle against his own nature.

Just as I felt the first waves of a climax building, just as my hips began to stutter against his face, I grabbed his hair again and yanked his head away.

"Not yet," I breathed, my voice trembling.

I didn't give him time to think. I shifted, sliding my body over his, and guided his cock toward my mouth. I took him in deep, my throat tightening around him, swirling my tongue around the head of his dick. I could hear him whimpering, his hands gripping the sheets of the bed beside him, his knuckles white because he wasn't allowed to touch me.

I sucked him hard, using my hand to stroke the base, creating a vacuum that had him shaking. "Fuck... baby, please," he gasped, his voice breaking. "Please, I can't... I need you."

I pulled back and shifted my position, sliding my back against his chest so we were in a 69, my pussy pressed against his face while my mouth returned to his cock. The sensation was overwhelming; the wetness of our bodies, the scent of coconut and rain, and the raw, unfiltered lust.

He groaned loudly, his tongue diving deep into me, licking my insides while I sucked him with a rhythmic intensity. We were a tangle of limbs and desperation, the fight between us transforming into a physical war of pleasure.

I could feel him reaching for me, his fingers twitching, wanting to grip my waist and flip me over. I pushed back against him, maintaining my hold, keeping him in this state of suspended torture. I wanted him to crave me so much that he would do anything.

But as the friction built, as the heat in the room rose to a fever pitch, I felt the shift. Heeseung’s breathing changed. The desperation in his movements turned into something more focused, more predatory. The submissive mask he’d been wearing didn't just slip, it shattered.

Suddenly, his hand shot out, gripping my hip with a strength that made me gasp.

"Enough," he growled.

Before I could even process the change, he flipped me over with a sudden, violent strength that knocked the breath out of me. In a flash, I was pinned beneath him on the bed, my wrists locked above my head by one of his large hands. He looked down at me, his eyes dark and predatory, a smirk playing on his lips. The vulnerability was gone; the dominant man I knew had returned, and he looked hungrier than ever.

"You had your fun, princess," he rasped, his voice returning to that deep, commanding tone that always made my knees weak. "Now it's my turn."

He didn't wait for a response. His free hand wrapped firmly around my throat. He didn't squeeze hard enough to stop my breath, but enough to make me gasp, to make me feel the absolute weight of his control. My heart hammered against my ribs, the thrill of his dominance rushing through me like an electric current. The shift in power was dizzying, and I found myself melting into the mattress, my body instinctively craving his aggression.

"You smell so fucking good." he growled, leaning down to bite the junction of my neck and shoulder, marking me. "I'm going to make you forget every single word we screamed at each other. I'm going to fuck the stubbornness right out of you."

He grabbed my ankles and hauled me toward the edge of the bed, then pushed me off, forcing me to bend over my desk. My chest pressed against the cool, hard wood of the desk, my ass pushed high in the air, presenting myself to him. I could hear the rain drumming harder outside, but all I could feel was the heat radiating off him, the scent of rain and musk clashing with my vanilla skin.

He didn't use any lubricant; I was already dripping, my body screaming for him. He entered me in one powerful, unrelenting thrust. I screamed, the sound muffled by the desk, as he filled me completely. He didn't go slow. He hammered into me, his hips slamming against mine with a raw, primal force that rattled the desk. Each thrust was a confession, an apology, and a claim all wrapped into one.

"Tell me who you belong to," he commanded, his hand returning to my throat, pulling my head back so I had to look at him over my shoulder. His eyes were wild, focused entirely on the way my body reacted to him.

"You... I belong to you!" I sobbed, my body shaking with every hit. The intensity was overwhelming, the feeling of him stretching me, filling every void in my soul and body.

"That's right." He groaned, his pace increasing, his cock hitting my cervix with a precision that sent sparks through my vision. "You're mine. No one else. Don't you ever forget it. I don't give a fuck who I have to fight or what I have to do, you are mine."

He shifted his grip, pulling my hips back even further, driving himself deeper. The sound of our skin slapping together filled the room, competing with the storm outside. I was lost in it. I felt my own orgasm building, a tidal wave of heat that I couldn't escape.

The intensity peaked, the friction becoming almost unbearable. Heeseung let out a guttural roar, his body tensing as he came deep inside me, filling me with his heat in great, pulsing waves. I collapsed against the desk, my own orgasm crashing over me, leaving me trembling and spent, my breath coming in jagged gasps.

He didn't pull away immediately. He stayed buried inside me, his chest heaving against my back, his wet hair dripping onto my skin, cooling the heat of our exertion. He leaned down, kissing the back of my neck softly, the anger gone, replaced by a fierce, protective love.

"I love you," he whispered, his voice raw and exhausted.

I turned in his arms, pulling him close, the scent of vanilla, coconut, and rain lingering around us. We lay there on my bed, tangled and naked, as the storm raged on outside, finally silenced by the peace we had found in each other's arms. He held me tight, his dominance now softened into a tender embrace.

“God, I need to shower again now!”

“We.”

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( 니시무라 리키 ) In which - You’re Keonho’s big sister who moves back to Seoul, surprising him after years abroad. But what you never expected was meeting Ni-Ki; and just how bold, teasing, and impossible to resist he would be.

~2.4K

Warnings / Tags: fluff, tension, slow burn, sexual Tension, forbidden romance, idol x reader, brother’s best friend, protective brother, teasing & flirting

now playing ‧₊˚♪ : Legendary Lovers by Katy Perry

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The humidity of Seoul hit me the second I stepped off the plane, a stark contrast to the crisp, biting air of Europe I’d grown accustomed to during my years at an international boarding school there as an exchange student. A strange mix of adrenaline and anxiety fluttered in my chest. After spending years away, I was finally back fully; back home, back in Seoul.

The HYBE CORTIS team had been surprisingly enthusiastic about my return. They didn't just offer me a ride; they turned my arrival into a full-blown production.

"The fans will love the 'big sister returns' narrative," They told me.

Cameras trailing me from the moment I claimed my luggage. I didn't really mind. In a way, the cameras felt like a shield, a way to distract myself from the nerves of seeing my little brother and the rest of the CORTIS boys after so long.

As the van pulled up to the HYBE building, my heart hammered against my ribs. I could see the familiar architecture, the buzz of activity around the entrance. The staff guided me inside, the cameramen whispering instructions to stay out of the way but keep the frame wide. What ever that means.

We walked toward a training room. I could hear them before I saw them; the chaotic blend of laughter, loud shouting, and the heavy bass of a track playing in the background. I stopped at the door, taking a deep breath.

I stepped into the room.

The space was massive, mirrored walls, everything. They were in the middle of a crossover session, CORTIS and ENHYPEN blending together in a mess of oversized hoodies and sweatpants. They were joking around, some leaning against the walls, others sitting down.

I stood there for a moment, just absorbing the sight of them.

Seonghyeon stopped mid-sentence, his eyes locking onto mine. His jaw practically dropped. “He blinked once, twice, checking that he was hallucinating.”

"Aria- Noona?!" he yelled, his voice cracking slightly.

A small laugh escaping my lips.

The moment my name left Seonghyeon's mouth, the room shifted. Keonho, who had been laughing at something Jay was saying, whipped his head around. His eyes widened, and for a split second, he looked like he’d seen a ghost. Then, the shock turned into pure, unadulterated joy.

"WHAT! NO WAY!" Keonho screamed. He sprinted. He launched himself at me, his arms wrapping around my waist and lifting me off the ground in a crushing hug. "You're back! You're actually back!- You didn't tell me you were coming today!"

I laughed, hugging him back tightly, feeling the familiar warmth of my little brother. "Surprise!"

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NI-KI’S POV

I was leaning against the mirrored wall, half-listening to James talk about the choreography for the TikTok trend we were about to film. I was bored, my mind drifting, until the door opened.

I saw her before anyone else did.

She walked in with a quiet, almost hesitant grace, flanked by the filming crew. My eyes tracked her immediately. She was stunning; not just 'pretty,' but captivating-... hot.

I didn't know who she was, but I felt an immediate, magnetic pull. I found myself staring, my gaze lingering on the curve of her lips and the way her hair fell over her shoulders.

Who is that? I wondered, my pulse quickening. She’s gorgeous.

Then, the chaos erupted. Seonghyeon screamed her name, and Keonho, who usually acted like he had the world figured out lost his mind. He tackled her with a hug that looked like it might snap her in half.

I leaned closer to James, my voice low, a hint of curiosity masking the sudden hunger I felt. "Who’s that?"

James glanced over, then looked back at me with a knowing, slightly warning expression. He laughed, what was so funny?

"Yeah, I know... she’s pretty, right? But take it out of your head, Ni-Ki. That’s Keonho’s big sister."

I froze, my eyebrows knitting together. "Big sister?"

"Yeah," James explained, shaking his head. "Ahn Ariana. Keonho’s big sister. She’s also twenty, just finished school in Europe. She’s basically the queen of there family; Keonho is insanely protective of her. Like, 'will-fight-anyone-who-breathes-near-her' protective."

I didn't respond, but I didn't look away. I watched as she laughed, her face lighting up as she greeted the other CORTIS members. The way she smiled made something stir deep in my gut. The fact that she was Keonho's sister didn't make me want her less; if anything, the forbidden nature of it added a spark of challenge.

“She was out of my league in every possible way, but as I watched her, I realized I didn't care about the rules.

I just wanted to know what she tasted like.

END NI-KI’S POV

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After the initial shock wore off, the rest of the CORTIS boys piled in. Juhoon and the others crowded around me, hugging and teasing me about how "European" I looked now.

These boys had always been like brothers to me, and being back in their orbit felt like coming home. But as the huddle broke, I realized I wasn't the only one in the room.

I turned around and felt a sudden, sharp prickle of heat on my skin. Fourteen pairs of eyes were locked on me. The members of ENHYPEN.

Martin stepped forward taking his leader role. "Ahh, Noona," he said, his voice smooth. "This is ENHYPEN, this is-."

He started going down the list, but I felt my face heating up. I couldn't help it; I knew exactly who they were. A shy smile playing on my lips. "Oh, yeah... I know. Nice to meet you guys" i said bowing down.

Keonho decided to be the absolute menace he is. He smirked, leaning into my side and shouting, "She’s an ENGENE! She has a whole secret folder of photos-"

"Keonho! STFU!- " I hissed, pressing my hand over his mouth.

Jay laughed, a rich, melodic sound. "Ahhh, is that so? That's lovely to hear! We're honored." he said also bowing now.

I bowed awkwardly, my heart racing. God kill me

As the session transitioned into filming, I retreated to the side of the room. I sat on a bench, watching the chaos unfold. Some of the boys were already filming their collabs, while others were practicing the footwork.

Juhoon and Martin were waiting for their turn, so they sat with me, chatting about my time in Europe and the graduation ceremony.

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NI-KI’S POV

James was talking, but I wasn't listening. I was looking at her in the mirror.

Aria

She looked so innocent sitting there, laughing with Juhoon and Martin, but there was something in the way she shifted her weight, the way she bit her lip when she thought no one was looking, that told me she wasn't as innocent as she appeared.

I caught her eye in the reflection. I didn't blink. I wanted her to know I was watching.

"Take it out of your head, Ni-Ki!" James whispered, nudging me hard in the ribs. "She’s Keonho’s big sister. He’ll literally kill you! We can’t even compliment her without Keonho giving us a death glare- Plus..." James lowered his voice, leaning in. "I think she just got out of a toxic relationship."

I snapped my head toward James, my interest piqued. "Huh? What?"

"Yeah, Keonho told us. They broke up recently. Some guy from her school in Europe. Keonho hated him! Said the guy was controlling, a total nightmare. She graduated a few weeks ago."

I processed this, my gaze drifting back to Aria. A toxic relationship? She was fragile, but she was free. And I had always liked things that were a little bit broken, because that meant I could be the one to put them back together—or break them further.

END NI-KI’S POV

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Eventually, Martin and Juhoon were called back to the center of the room to film their stuff. I was left alone on the bench, the loud music of the training room filling the silence. I leaned back, closing my eyes for a second.

Suddenly, the bench dipped.

I opened my eyes and gasped slightly. Ni-Ki had slid into the seat next to me. He was so close that I could smell his scent; a mix of expensive cologne and sweat. He was leaning back, one arm draped over the back of the bench.

"I hope you don't mind me sitting here?" he asked. His voice had dropped an octave, sounding husky and intimate.

"No... no, of course not," I stammered, my heart leaping into my throat.

"So..." he started, his voice a low purr. "You're an ENGENE?"

I felt the blush return with a vengeance. I covered my face with my hand, letting out a frustrated groan. "Keonho is so annoying... putting me on the spot like that in front of everyone!"

Ni-Ki laughed. It wasn't a loud laugh; it was a soft, private sound that felt like a secret shared between us. He turned his head, leaning forward, his face just inches from mine. I could see the gold flecks in his dark eyes, the intensity of his focus.

"So," he whispered, his breath warm against my cheek. "Who's your bias? Hm?"

The teasing tone was unmistakable. He knew exactly what he was doing. He was playing with me, pushing my boundaries.

"I'm not telling you that!" I replied, trying to sound firm, but my voice wavered.

Ni-Ki chuckled, a smirk spreading across his lips. "Awh, why not? You’re letting me think it’s me."

I blinked, stunned by his audacity. "Why would it be you?"

"Because you're not saying it," he countered, his voice dropping even lower, becoming a vibration I could feel in my own chest. "That means it's me. You're too embarrassed to admit you're into me."

"It's not!" I protested, though my heart was drumming a frantic rhythm against my ribs.

"Hmmm," he hummed, his eyes scanning my face, lingering on my lips.

I felt a surge of boldness, a reaction to the tension that had been building since I walked into the room. "And what if you were my bias? Then what?"

The atmosphere shifted instantly. The teasing vanished, replaced by something raw and hungry. Ni-Ki didn't pull away. Instead, he leaned in further, his lips almost brushing the shell of my ear. He shifted his weight, his thigh pressing firmly against mine, the heat of his body searing through my clothes.

"It would make things easier," he whispered, his voice dripping with a bold, sexual promise. "Because if I'm already your favorite, it means you've already imagined me. It means you've thought about how it would feel to have me push you against these mirrors and fuck the breath out of you until you forget your own name."

I gasped, my breath hitching in my throat. I couldn't move; I was paralyzed by the sheer intensity of his words.

"I can see it in your eyes, Aria-”

“Ni-Ki! James waiting for you!” A staff members yelled from across the room.

“See you around Noona”

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ENHYPEN

양정원 YANG JUNGWON

- SOAKING MY SEAT • Y. JUNGWON

이희승 LEE HEESEUNG

- HONEYMOONERS DANCE DIRTY• L. HEESEUNG

- DIDN'T YOU? • L. HEESEUNG

- DON’T TOUCH ME • L. HEESEUNG

박종성 PARK JONGSEONG / JAY

- GO ON. TAKE ME LIKE A GOOD GIRL • P. JONGSEONG

- SKYLINE VIEW • P. JONGSEONG

심재윤 SIM JAEYUN / JAKE

- DIRTY LlTTLE NEIGHBOR • S. JAEYUN

- SOUVENIR • S. JAEYUN

박성훈 PARK SUNGHOON

- OUR GIRL • N. RIKI & P. SUNGHOON

김선우 KIM SEONWOO / SUNOO

니시무라 리키 NISHIMURA RIKI / NI-KI

- I’M SUPPOSED TO BE THE GOOD GUY • N. RIKI

- PRETTY PLEASE • N. RIKI

- SUNGHOON'S CAR • N. RIKI

- WHO'S YOUR BIAS? • N. RIKI

- OUR GIRL • N. RIKI & P. SUNGHOON

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( 니시무라 리키 ) In which - (Part 3) You get a ride home from Riki because of the weather, one thing leads to another, and the two of you end up hooking up in Sunghoon’s car… he definitely won’t be thrilled about that. Or will he?

~2.3K

Warnings / Tags: smut, mature content, dirty talk, angst, heavy sexual tension, brother’s best friend, forbidden relationship, sneaking around, car sex, fingering, oral sex (male rec), multiple orgasms, rough sex, risk of getting caught

now playing ‧₊˚♪ : The Hills by The Weeknd

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The fluorescent lights of the lecture hall flickered once, casting long shadows across the empty rows of seats. I shoved my laptop into my bag, watching the rain lash against the tall windows in relentless waves. The storm had rolled in sometime during my 8 PM class, and now, at 9:45, it showed no signs of stopping.

I pulled out my phone, the screen illuminating my face in the dim light. My fingers hovered over Jake's contact for a moment before I pressed call. The line rang twice before he picked up, and I could already hear the chaos of what sounded like the entire group in the background.

"Hey, sis. What's up?"

"Jake, my class just ended and it's raining like crazy. Can you come pick me up?"

I heard muffled voices, someone shouting something about a game, and then Jake's voice came back, slightly more distant. "Ah, shit. I don't have the car tonight. Plus I'm with the boys; Heeseung, Jay, Sunghoon, Sunoo, Jungwon, Riki. We're all here at the house."

I bit my lip, watching the rain pour down. Riki was there. My pulse quickened at the thought, memories of our first two encounters flooding back—Fuck.

"Can't one of them come get me? I really don't want to walk in this."

There was a pause, more muffled conversation. I could hear Jake asking, "Hey, anyone got their car? Ari’s stuck on campus."

I heard various responses; Sunghoon's car was available, but he was drinking. Someone else offered something I couldn't quite catch. Finally, Jake came back. "Yeah, okay. Sit tight."

"Thanks, Jake. Love you."

"Love you too. Stay dry."

The call ended, and I leaned against the wall near the entrance, watching the rain sheet down. My heart was already starting to beat a little faster.

Twenty minutes passed. I watched the headlights cut through the rain, watched a familiar black car pull up. Sunghoon's car. My breath caught as the window rolled down.

Riki.

He was wearing a black hoodie, pulled up over his hair. Even from here, even in the rain, I could see the shape of him.

I pushed through the glass doors, making a run for the car. Cold rain splashed against my legs as I hurried across the pavement, trying to avoid getting drenched. I was only wearing a shirt and a sweater; a reminder to never trust autumn weather, no matter how cute the Pinterest fit looked.

"Hey." His voice was low, rough around the edges.

I shouldered my bag, trying to look casual, like my pulse wasn't hammering in my throat. "Haii. Thanks for coming."

"No problem."

The first five minutes passed in tense silence. The wipers slapped back and forth, the rain hammering the roof. Riki kept his eyes locked on the road, both hands on the wheel, body rigid.

i know he waas tryign to avoid me, trying to forget what we did.

I watched him from the corner of my eye. The way his jaw was set. The way his fingers kept flexing on the steering wheel. The way his breathing was just slightly too fast.

"You know," I said, my voice casual, "I was thinking about you during class today."

He didn't respond.

"I was sitting in the back of the lecture hall, supposed to be taking notes about Renaissance art. But all I could think about was your hands on my hips. Your mouth on my neck." I let my hand drift to my own thigh, tracing slow circles on my lace tights. "Got so wet I had to cross my legs."

"Stop." The word came out strangled.

"Why? Am I making you uncomfortable, Riki?" I shifted, letting my knees fall open slightly. "Or am I making you hard?"

His grip on the steering wheel tightened. A muscle in his jaw twitched.

"I thought about how good your tongue felt. How you made me scream. How you filled me up so perfectly—"

A sharp inhale. His knuckles were bone-white.

"Fuck." The car swerved slightly as he yanked the wheel, pulling off the main road into a dark, empty parking lot. An abandoned shopping center, closed for months. No lights. No cameras. Just rain and darkness.

He killed the engine.

The sudden silence was deafening. Just the rain pounding against the car, our ragged breathing, the distant rumble of thunder.

Riki turned to me, and his eyes were dark, pupils blown wide. The restraint was gone. The guilt was gone. What was left was pure, raw hunger.

"You're a fucking menace, you know that?"

"I know." I smiled, slow and wicked. "But you love it."

"I hate it." But he was already reaching for me, his hand fisting in my hair, pulling me toward him. "I hate that I can't stay away from you."

"Then stop trying."

His mouth crashed against mine, and it wasn't gentle. It was desperate, hungry, weeks of pent-up tension exploding in a single kiss. His teeth grazed my lower lip, tongue pushing past, claiming me. I moaned into his mouth, my hands finding the hem of his hoodie, needing to feel skin.

He pulled back just long enough to drag his hoodie over his head and throw it aside. Before I could catch my breath, his hands found my waist, pulling me with him into the cramped back seat.

His fingers found my pussy, sliding through my wet folds. I was soaked, dripping, my body betraying exactly how much I wanted this. He let out a low groan.

"So fucking wet for me. You've been thinking about my cock all night, haven't you?"

"All week," I admitted, my voice shaky. "Since the last time."

He pushed a finger inside me, then two, curling them just right. My head fell back against the headrest as he fucked me with his fingers, his thumb pressing against my clit.

"I want to taste you."

He pulled his fingers out, and I noticed the way his hand trembled slightly. Good. I still had that effect on him, even if he tried to hide it.

"Get on your knees."

I didn't hesitate. The space was cramped, but I didn't care. I reached for his sweats, pulling them down.

His cock sprang free, already hard, the tip glistening with pre-cum. He was thick, long, exactly as I remembered. I wrapped my hand around the base, stroking slowly, watching his stomach tense.

"You have no idea how much I've missed this," I whispered, leaning in.

I darted my tongue out, licking the underside of his shaft from base to tip. He let out a shaky breath. I did it again, slower this time, savoring the taste of him; salt and skin and something uniquely Riki.

Then I took the head in my mouth, sucking softly, swirling my tongue around the ridge. His hand found my hair, gripping but not pulling.

"Fuck, baby." His voice was wrecked, all pretense of resistance gone. "Your mouth feels so good."

I took him deeper, letting my throat relax, pushing until I gagged slightly. I pulled back, then took him deeper again, establishing a rhythm. Bobbing my head, sucking hard, my hand stroking what I couldn't fit.

"That's it. Just like that." His hips twitched, thrusting into my mouth gently. "Fuck, you're so good at this. Been practicing?"

I looked up at him, meeting his eyes as I took him all the way down. He groaned, his head falling back against the headrest.

"Shit. I'm close already. You're gonna make me cum."

I hummed around his cock, the vibration making him gasp. I wanted him to cum. I wanted to taste it.

But he pulled me off, his hands gentle but firm. "Not yet. I want to fuck you first. Get up here."

I climbed out of the footwell, my knees aching but buzzing with anticipation. He reached for me, pulling me into his lap, my knees straddling his thighs. The steering wheel dug into my back, but I didn't care.

"Ride me," he said, his hands gripping my hips. "Show me how much you've missed my cock."

I positioned myself over him, the head of his cock pressing against my entrance. I paused there, teasing, watching his face. His eyes were dark, his lips parted, his breathing ragged.

"Please. Don't tease me."

"Beg me."

"Please." The word came out desperate, stripped of all pride. "Please, I need to be inside you."

I sank down onto him in one slow motion, both of us groaning as he filled me completely. He stretched me perfectly, hitting that deep spot that made my toes curl. I paused for a moment, adjusting to his size, feeling every inch of him inside me.

Then I started to move.

I rocked my hips, finding a rhythm, grinding against him. His hands found my waist, guiding me, helping me find the right angle. The car windows were completely fogged, the rain creating a cocoon around us.

"Fuck, you feel so good," he groaned, his head falling back. "So fucking tight and wet."

"Only for you," I breathed, picking up the pace. "I haven't fucked anyone else. Just been thinking about you."

"Yeah?" He thrust up into me, meeting my movements. "You touch yourself thinking about my cock?"

"Every night."

He groaned, his hand sliding between us, finding my clit. He circled it with his thumb, pressing just hard enough to make me gasp.

"Cum for me, baby. Cum on my cock."

The combination of his thumb on my clit and his cock filling me was too much. My walls clenched around him, my orgasm building, cresting, crashing through me. I cried out, my nails digging into his shoulders as I rode the wave.

He kept thrusting through it, drawing out every spasm until I was trembling, oversensitive.

"I'm close," he warned, his pace increasing. "Where do you want it?"

"Inside me. Please, Riki. Cum inside me."

He groaned, his hips slamming into me one last time as he came, his warm release flooding me. I felt every pulse, every spasm, and it pushed me over the edge again. My orgasm ripped through me, my walls milking him dry.

We stayed like that for a long moment, panting, tangled together in the cramped front seat. His forehead rested against my back, his breathing hot against my skin. The rain continued to fall, the world outside forgotten.

Finally, he pulled out slowly, both of us wincing at the loss. He grabbed a napkin from the center console, handing it to me to clean up, then found another for himself.

"We're going to have to face them," he said, his voice quiet. "Act normal."

"I can do normal if you can."

He laughed, a soft, genuine sound. "I'll try."

The drive to my house was short, maybe ten minutes. The rain had lightened slightly, but the gutters were still overflowing, the streets slick and shining. Riki pulled into the driveway, and I could see lights on in the living room, shadows moving behind the curtains.

We walked in together, rain dripping off our jackets. The warmth of the house hit me first, then the noise. Everyone was in the living room; Heeseung sprawled on the couch with Sunghoon, Jay and Sunoo on the floor playing some video game, Jungwon scrolling through his phone. Jake looked up as we entered.

"Hey! You're back. Took you guys long enough. Traffic bad?"

"Something like that," I said, keeping my voice light. "Riki took the scenic route. Got a little lost."

"Rain's insane out there," Riki added. "Could barely see the road."

No one questioned it. No one suspected a thing.

"Let's order pizza," Sunoo suggested.

"I'm in," Jungwon said.

"I'll order," Jake offered, pulling out his phone. "Everyone okay with pepperoni and cheese?"

I went to my room to change into dry clothes, my body still humming with the memory of what we'd done.

Ding

“I’ll get it, no worries. I need to grab something from my car anyway,” Sunghoon said as he stood up.

As Sunghoon did that I volunteered to get drinks, heading to the kitchen to grab sodas and water from the fridge.

I was reaching for a Coke when I heard footsteps behind me.

"Hey, Sim."

I turned. Sunghoon was standing in the kitchen doorway, a strange look on his face. My heart skipped a beat.

“Hey, you want anything?”

He stepped closer. "I know."

"Know what?"

He stopped right in front of me. He leaned in, his voice dropping to a whisper.

"I know you two fucked in my car, Ariana."

The blood drained from my face. My hand froze on the fridge handle. Every coherent thought abandoned me.

"I—Sunghoon, I don't know what you're talking about."

"Don't lie to me." His voice was calm, too calm, like he'd had time to think about this. "I have a dashcam, Sim."

My stomach dropped through the floor. The dashcam. Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck.

"I—"

"Don't." He held up a hand, cutting me off. "I saw enough. Heard enough." He paused, his jaw tightening. "rade him out pretty good though. Not so innocent anymore, huh?”

I wanted to die. I wanted the kitchen floor to open up and swallow me whole.

"Please don't tell Jake."

"I'm not going to tell Jake." He said it so easily that I blinked, caught off guard.

"You're not?"

"No." He leaned against the counter, crossing his arms. "But—"

My heart hammered. "What?"

Sunghoon's eyes met mine, and there was something dark in them. Something hungry.

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(이희승) In which - ( Part 2) After stealing the chip at the gala, you and Heeseung escape to a luxury hotel still pretending to be married. Forced to share one room and one bed!unresolved tension, sharp insults, and dangerous attraction finally explode into something neither of you can keep denying.

~1.5K

Warnings / Tags: Smut, Mature Content, Dirty Talk, Heavy Sexual Tension, Fingering, Oral Sex (M/F Receiving), Multiple Orgasms, Rough Sex, Enemies with benefits , Fake Relationship, undercover mission, One Bed Trope

now playing ‧₊˚♪ : Love is a bitch by Two feet

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The mission had dragged on too long. We'd snatched the chip from that suitcase in the private room after the handoff, thanks to Heeseung's reckless distraction to kiss make out with me to loose the guards.

Check-in lobby was opulent; marble floors, crystal chandeliers but I barely noticed. Exhaustion clawed at me, mixed with fury. Heeseung sauntered to the desk first, flashing our fake IDs. The front desk agent was a perky girl with a tight bun, smiled up at him.

"Mr. and Mrs. Lee? Welcome. One king suite, as booked?"

"Of course we did," I said under my breath, leaning on the counter with my best 'devoted wife' smile. But inside, I was plotting his demise. Our agencies had set this up to sell the couple cover. Still, sharing a room with him? Hell no.

She handed over the keycard. "Enjoy your stay."

"Actually," I said, voice dripping honeyed irritation, "I'm mad at my husband. Can we change to two rooms?"

Heeseung's hand clamped my wrist under the counter, firm but hidden. "Don't listen to her," he told the clerk, voice smooth as silk. "We're good. Honeymoon phase, you know? Little spats."

The girl giggled. "Sorry there’s no changes possible, fully booked. You have suite 1408. Elevator's that way."

He tugged me toward the lifts before I could protest, his grip unyielding. "What the fuck, Heeseung!?" I hissed once we were alone in the mirrored box, yanking free.

"Play the part, Choi." His eyes raked me, lingering on the plunge of my gown. "Besides, you survived my kiss tonight. One night won't kill you."

"That was work," I spat, cheeks heating at the memory, his tongue dominating, hand choking just right.

Ding. Doors opened to our floor. He swiped the card, pushed the door wide. The room hit me like a slap: massive king bed dominating the center, crisp white duvet, no sofa, no armchair, not even a shitty cot. Just a desk, minibar, and that mocking bed.

"Well, looks like you're sleeping on the floor, Heeseung." I said, looking at the room, hands on hips.

He shut the door, locking it with a decisive click. Tux jacket hit the desk chair. Shirt collar undone, revealing that V of toned chest. He prowled closer, eyes darkening. "What!? I'm not."

"Yes, you are." I kicked off my heels, feet throbbing, and tossed my clutch on the bed. "I'm not sharing with you."

Heeseung took one step forward, invading my space. His cologne, woody, intoxicating filled my lungs. His voice dropped low, seductive gravel:

"You know... I can't stop thinking about the way you moaned earlier when I gripped your neck tighter. You liked that, didn't you? Is that your kink, Choi?"

Flashback hit: alcove shadows, guards approaching, his fingers digging in, pulling that involuntary sound from my throat. Heat pooled low. "Shut up, Lee."

"Noooo," he drawled, closer now, breath fanning my lips. "Because I think I'm right, aren't I? And I think you're very wet right now."

Lips crashed onto mine. Hard. Possessive. His hand fisted my hair, yanking my head back to deepen it. Tongue thrust in, claiming, tasting champagne and my reluctant surrender. I shoved his chest, weakly, nails scraping fabric. Body arched into him anyway, pussy clenching empty.

"Heeseung—" I gasped when he let me breathe.

"Quiet." Free hand gripped my ass, hauling me flush against his hardening cock. "You boss me on missions, Choi. Here? You're mine. You'll beg for my cock before I'm done."

Normally, I'd knee him in the balls for that. But the command... fuck, it lit me up. Pussy throbbed, soaking my thong. I hated him! His arrogance, that damn kiss. But this dominance? I craved it.

He backed me to the wall, pinning me with his hips. Mouth attacked my neck; sucking, biting, marking. "Feel that? Your nipples are hard through this slutty gown. Bet your cunt's dripping, begging to be filled."

"Fuck you," I moaned, hands fisting his shirt, ripping buttons open. Smooth skin, defined pecs under my palms.

"You will. No worries sweetheart." Hand slid up my thigh, bunching silk, fingers tracing lace. He hooked the thong aside, one finger dragging through my folds. "Christ, soaked. This greedy pussy wants my fingers stretching it."

Two plunged in deep, no warning. I cried out, walls clamping slick digits. He pumped slow, deliberate, curling to stroke my G-spot. Thumb pressed my clit, circling firm. "Listen to that," he growled, free hand muffling my moans. Wet squelches echoed as he finger-fucked me harder, adding a third, scissoring wide.

"Hee—fuck—too much!" Hips bucked, chasing friction.

"Too much? Nah. Take it like the spy you are." He twisted his wrist, hitting every nerve. "Cum on my hand. Cream these fingers, show me how bad you need my cock."

Pressure built, coiling tight. I shattered, juices gushing, thighs quaking. He kept thrusting through it, drawing out every spasm until I sagged.

Fingers withdrew, glistening. He smeared them over my lips. "Taste your mess. Suck them clean."

I obeyed, tongue swirling, moaning at my tangy flavor mixed with his skin.

"Good girl." He yanked the gown's zipper down, fabric pooling at my feet. Bra and thong; ripped off. Naked, vulnerable, his eyes devoured me. "On your knees."

Knees hit carpet. I unzipped him, slacks dropping. His cock sprang free, thick, veined, head angry red, pre-cum dripping. Nine inches of perfection I hated loving.

"Open wide." He said grabbing my hair in a makeshift ponytail. I sucked the tip, tongue lashing the slit, savoring salt. He thrust, inch by inch, stretching my jaw. "That's it, choke on it. Deepthroat my dick like you hate me."

Gag reflex kicked as he hit my throat. Tears streamed, saliva dripping chin to tits. I bobbed, hollowing cheeks, hand pumping base. He face-fucked me ruthless, hips snapping, groans guttural.

"Fuck, your mouth's a vacuum. Spy throat trained for this? Gonna flood it soon, but not yet."

He pulled out, strings of spit connecting us. "Bed. Now."

Shoved onto my back, legs splayed. He stripped fully; pants kicked off, body a masterpiece: ripped abs, V-lines arrowing to that monster cock. He knelt between thighs, spreading me wider. "This pussy's mine tonight."

Tongue flattened, licked from ass to clit. I screamed, back arching. He speared inside, fucking deep with it, nose grinding clit. Fingers joined; two pumping as he sucked my nub hard.

"Heeseung! Oh god—gonna cum—"

"Do it. Soak my face, drown me in your cum."

Vibrations from his growl pushed me over. Orgasm ripped through, thighs locking his head, squirting on his tongue. He drank it all, lapping greedy until I begged mercy.

"Delicious cunt." He rose, cock nudging my entrance. Flipped me to all fours. "Ass up, face down. Beg for my dick."

"Please... fuck me," I whimpered, arching.

"Louder. Tell me you need this cock ruining your hole."

"Fuck me, Heeseung!"

One brutal thrust buried him balls deep. I wailed, walls stretching around girth. He gripped hips, pounding doggy, savage, unrelenting. Balls slapped clit, skin smacked loud.

"Tight fucking hole," he grunted, hand cracking my ass. Red bloomed, sting fueling fire. "Take every inch."

I shoved back, meeting slams. "Harder, you bastard!"

He choked me from behind, pulling hair like reins. "Who’s in charge? Say it."

"You! Fuck— me!"

"Gonna creampie this cunt. Fill you till it leaks."

"Yes—!"

He roared, cock pulsing, hot cum flooding deep. I clenched, milking ropes, creaming white around him, dripping thighs.

He pulled out, creampie oozing. But hard still. Flipped to missionary, legs over shoulders, folding me double. "Eyes on me while I fuck you again."

Thrusts accelerated, pelvis grinding clit. Sweat-slick bodies slapped. "Cum with me, squeeze my load out."

We exploded; his spurts mixing ours, overflowing.

The second orgasm hit, pussy spasming. He followed, final load pumping in.

Collapsed beside him, bodies tangled, cum leaking everywhere.

“Don’t get comfortable. You’re still sleeping on the floor.”

Heeseung let out a tired laugh from beside you. “After all that? Cold.”

“You’ll survive.”

“Maybe,” he muttered, sinking deeper into your hotel bed anyway. “But if I wake up with back pain, I’m billing you for emotional damages.”

You smirked. “Cry about it somewhere closer to the carpet.”

“See, this is why nobody likes you.”

“And yet,” you said sweetly, “here you are.”

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(이희승) In which - ( Part 1) Your Forced to partner with Lee Heeseung on a high-stakes undercover spy mission, you enter a gala posing as a married couple. He’s reckless, infuriating, and far too good at getting under your skin. But when the mission goes sideways, blurred lines and close contact turn professional tension into something far harder to ignore.

~1.9K

Warnings / Tags: fluff, fake relationship, forced proximity, enemies, tension, undercover mission, slow burn

now playing ‧₊˚♪ : Glory Box by Portishead

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I slammed the briefing room door open, my heels clicking sharply against the polished floor. Whoever made this decision at the agency had clearly lost their mind pairing me with him.

Lee Heeseung, the agency’s golden boy spy who treated missions like playground games, unprofessional, cocky, always flashing that infuriating smirk. I had crawl my way to the top. Late nights stays, perfect records, proving a woman could out spy any man. And now this?

Heeseung lounged in the chair across from my assigned seat, legs spread wide, tie loose around his neck. His dark hair fell perfectly tousled, sharp jawline catching the light, broad shoulders filling out his tailored tux like he was born for galas. But I knew better. He was a liability. “Choi!” he drawled, eyes raking over my slinky black gown that hugged my body ,the deep V-neck plunging just enough to sell the ‘rich couple’ cover. “Looking sexy. Ready to play house?”

“Shut it, Lee,” I snapped, sliding into my seat. “This is a high-stakes op. We’re infiltrating Michael Luciano's gala to steal the quantum encryption chip. Act like a professional for once.” He gave a quiet, amused breath of a laugh, leaning back like he had all the time in the world. “You really think you’re the only one taking this seriously huh?” he said, eyes flicking over me. “Relax, baby. We’re supposed to look like a couple. Act like it.” My blood boiled. That’s why I hated him! He made everything a joke, while I bled for every promotion.

The limo ride to the gala was tense silence. At the venue, crystal chandeliers glittered over marble floors, champagne flutes clinking amid whispers of the elite. Luciano's crew; ruthless arms dealers, mingled, oblivious to the spies in their midst. Heeseung’s arm snaked around my waist as we entered fully, pulling me close. His cologne; musky, intoxicating hit me like a drug. “Smile, wifey.” he murmured, lips brushing my ear. “They’re watching.” I forced a laugh, playing along, but inside I seethed.

I took a sip of my drink, eyes sharp, scanning the crowd. There! Michael Luciano, silver fox in a pinstripe suit, surrounded by his crew of meaty guards. No suitcase yet, but his posture screamed business. Heeseung's hand found my lower back again, steering me through the throng. His touch burned through the thin fabric, warm palm pressing just above my ass.

"Play the part," he murmured, breath hot against my ear.

We mingled, dropping subtle probes, gathering whispers. Luciano laughed at some joke, guards shifting. Progress. Then the music shifted to a slow, sultry sway, strings and piano weaving seduction. Heeseung pulled me to the dance floor without asking, his hand splaying across my lower back, dipping low to graze the top of my ass. Our bodies aligned thigh-to-thigh, his leading me in perfect rhythm, but that touch lingered too long, too bold.

"Boundaries, Heeseung!" I hissed, plastering on a smile for the gawking guests. My heart kicked up, not just from the mission.

"Can't resist. You feel too good pressed up like this." His breath ghosted my ear, hips rolling into mine with a subtle grind. His thigh nudged between my legs, fabric whispering as he guided me closer.

I gripped his shoulder, nails digging in warning. "We're working." i said trough my teeth.

"Exactly." His free hand slid up my arm, fingers tracing my collarbone, thumb brushing the hollow of my throat. "Honeymooners dance dirty."

I hate him.

My eyes lock onto movement near Luciano, a woman leaning in too close, whispering something I can’t hear but can feel is wrong in the way the atmosphere shifts, in the way Luciano doesn’t even look surprised, just nodding once like this was already decided long before we even stepped into this gala, and before I can even process it properly I see her in black moving through the edge of the crowd with a black and silver suitcase locked tightly in her grip like it’s more valuable than her own life, and my entire focus sharpens instantly as I lean closer to Heeseung, my voice low but urgent as I force him to look where I’m looking.

“That’s it, that’s the transfer, we move now.” but he doesn’t immediately react the way I want him to, of course he doesn’t, because Heeseung never reacts the way I want him to, instead he watches her like he’s mapping every possible outcome in his head while still managing to look like he’s bored by all of it, and I feel my irritation spike as I snap.

“Heeseung, focus, we don’t have time for your thinking games, she’s leaving the primary zone!” and only then does something in his expression shift slightly as he finally follows my gaze properly.

“Yeah.” he murmurs slowly, almost like he’s confirming something to himself more than to me. “she’s heading toward the private wing,” I don’t wait for him to finish because I already know what that means, I already know exactly what that suitcase is and what it’s about to be handed over for, the quantum encryption chip moving like a ghost through a chain of mafia bosses. Tony Kane arrives in less than an hour to finalize the exchange.

We follow her, suttel now causing any attention. Fast but controlled, slipping into the hallway where the noise of the gala dies instantly behind us and everything becomes sharper, colder, more real, and I see her again just as she enters a private room at the end of the hall, the suitcase still in her hand. “That’s where the hand-over is probably happening.” We see the woman walkign out of the room 5 minutes later without the suitcase, i was right!

As she walked away, we didn't hesitate for a moment!

Heeseung pushes the door open like he owns it, stepping inside without a second thought while I follow immediately behind him, scanning everything at once because this is the kind of room Luciano would use, too clean, too intentional in all the wrong places, expensive shelves lining the walls, a heavy desk in the center, and a massive painting of Luciano himself staring down at us like he thinks he’s untouchable.

Heeseung glances at it and mutters, “Why does one need a giant portrait of himself on a tiger… or a lion?” I immediately snap, “Stop talking and start searching Lee!” I can feel the clock moving faster now, the mission tightening, the air changing, and I move straight to the shelves, scanning every book spine, every false edge, every possible trigger point while Heeseung drifts toward the desk instead like he’s casually browsing a luxury hotel room instead of breaking into the heart of a mafia transfer site.

“Luciano doesn’t hide things in plain sight,” I say sharply as I scan faster, my patience already thinning, “it’ll be mechanical, hidden access, something tied to the environment,” Heeseung only hums like he’s barely listening, already reaching toward the painting.

“Hey! Look at this keyboard.” Heeseung said out of nowhere. I don’t even turn fully. “Heeseung, not now. We need to find the briefcase.” But he’s already crouching beside it, squinting. “No, seriously. This isn’t normal.” That finally makes me glance over. The keyboard on the desk is old, too old for the rest of the room’s polished setup. The keys are worn, but not in a natural way. Some symbols look… off. Extra marks etched beside standard letters, faint but deliberate, like they were added after manufacture. Heeseung’s expression shifts into something annoyingly satisfied.

“This letter,” he says, pressing a key lightly without triggering anything yet, “it doesn’t exist on a normal keyboard. It’s an obsolete glyph. Early industrial cipher layouts used it in experimental input systems; late 19th century, some European data index projects. They tried encoding physical space through keystroke mapping.” I narrow my eyes. “You are making that up Heeseung.”

“I’m not!” he says quickly. “It’s basically a forgotten input modifier. They believed certain symbols could ‘unlock structured mechanisms’ if paired correctly.” “That sounds exactly like you made it up.” He ignores me, leaning closer. “Luciano would absolutely use something like this. It’s not just a key; it’s a trigger.” Before I can stop him, Heeseung presses it. For a split second everything went silent before the wall behind the shelves shifts with a soft mechanical release, a seam splitting open to reveal a hidden compartment inside the wall.

And there it is.

The suitcase.

Black, reinforced, exactly what we came for.

I stare at it for half a second before turning slowly toward him because of course, of course he’s the one who finds it. “You didn’t find it, you activated it by accident while ignoring everything I just said,” and he just glances at me like I’m the one being unreasonable.

“Still found it,” he replies casually.

Before I can respond, a sharp sound breaks through the room as something on the desk tips over and shatters loudly against the floor, and in that instant everything changes because we both freeze as the echo of it carries too far, too loud, and I already know what that means before I even hear it.

Footsteps in the hallway, multiple, approaching fast, and my entire body locks into alert as I hiss, “You just alerted them! You motherfucker!” but Heeseung doesn’t immediately move toward the exit like he should, instead he turns toward me again, and something about his expression shifts, something sharper, more focused than before, and before I can even ask what he’s doing, his hand is suddenly at my neck pulling me forward.

And then he kisses me.

It’s not soft, it’s not playful, it’s controlled, deliberate, and for half a second my brain completely stops because this is not part of the mission plan, I shoved against his chest immediately breaking it as my voice snaps low and furious, “Are you out of your mind?!” The footsteps outside are getting closer, louder. “Do you want both of us to die right now?!” and that’s when I understand.

Cover.

Distraction.

The door handle starts to turn.

And I force myself to shift instantly, forcing my expression, my posture, everything into something that fits the illusion, letting him pull me in again as the door opens and two guards step inside only to immediately pause at the sight of us, close, too close, too intimate, too wrong for a mission space. Heeseung’s grip on my neck tightens, causing me to let out a moan. He takes the opportunity to add his tongue to the kiss, turning it into a full-makeout session.

I hear one of them mutter something under his breath while the other groans like he regrets even walking in, Heeseung doesn't even look at them as he keeps kissing me and with the most calmest voice he said. “We’re busy,”

the guards left directly, closing the door behind them.

Silence returns.

And only then does Heeseung let go of me.

I step back immediately, wiping my mouth like I can erase the entire moment from existence as I snap, “We are never talking about that,”

He doesn’t even look at me as he walks straight toward the suitcase like nothing happened at all. “Sure we are, sweetheart.” Heeseung said as he walked out of the door.

I hate him more than ever now.

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( 니시무라 리키 ) In which - (Part 2) After the reckless, forbidden night with your brother’s best friend, Riki Nishimura shuts you out and calls it a mistake… until jealousy, tension, and everything left unsaid explode at his party, proving that whatever’s between you is far from over.

~2.7K

Warnings / Tags: smut, mature content, dirty talk, angst, heavy sexual tension, brother’s best friend, forbidden relationship, sneaking around, jealousy, fingering, oral sex (male and female rec), multiple orgasms, rough sex, risk of getting caught

now playing ‧₊˚♪ : The Walls by Chase Atlantic

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In The morning light filtered through the curtains, harsh and unforgiving, pulling me from the deepest sleep I'd had in ages. My body ached in the best way, muscles sore from the night before, skin still tingling with the ghost of Riki's hands on me. I stretched, a lazy smile creeping onto my lips as memories flooded back. His mouth on my neck, his fingers digging into my hips. It had been reckless, forbidden, everything I shouldn't want but couldn't resist.

Slipping out of bed, I threw on a robe and padded downstairs, heart pounding. The house was quiet—too quiet. Mom and Dad were still asleep, or so I thought, but Jake's door was cracked open, and I could hear the low murmur of voices from the kitchen. My stomach twisted as I approached, peeking around the corner.

There he was. Riki, fully dressed in yesterday's clothes, leaning against the counter with a mug of coffee in hand. Jake was across from him, rambling about some game they'd played late into the night. Riki's face was a mask, cool, detached, like nothing had happened. His eyes flicked up as I entered, and for a split second, I saw it: a flash of heat, regret, something unreadable. Then it was gone, replaced by indifference.

"Morning," I said softly, trying to keep my voice steady as I poured myself some orange juice.

Jake grinned, oblivious. "Hey, sleepyhead... Ooh Riki is here because he crashed on the couch after yesterdays party."

Riki didn't look at me. He just nodded, sipping his coffee. "Yeah, it was a long night. I should head out soon. Got stuff to do."

My hand trembled on the glass. Stuff to do? After what we'd done? I forced a smile for Jake's sake.

The rest of breakfast was torture. Jake chattered on, but I barely heard him. Reminders of how Riki pinned me down hours ago flashed through my head. When he grabbed his keys and headed for the door, I followed him out to the porch, away from prying ears.

"Riki, wait," I whispered, grabbing his sleeve.

He stopped, shoulders tense, not turning fully. "What?"

"Last night... that was..." I trailed off, heat rushing to my face. How do you even say it? Incredible? Life-changing? The best sex of my life?

He turned then, his expression closing off. "We shouldn't have done that. It was a mistake."

The words hit like a slap. "A mistake? You didn't seem to think so when you were inside me."

His jaw clenched, eyes darting back to the house. "Keep your voice down. Look, it can't happen again. You're Jake's sister. I'm his best friend. We forget about it, okay? Pretend it never happened."

Forget? As if I could erase the way he'd made me come undone, the dirty whispers in my ear, the stretch of him filling me completely. Tears pricked my eyes, but I blinked them back. "So that's it? You get what you want and then act like I'm nothing?"

"It's not like that," he muttered, running a hand through his messy hair. "It's to protect everyone. Just... drop it."

He walked away without another word, leaving me standing there, chest tight with humiliation and hurt. I watched his car pull out of the driveway, the engine's rumble echoing the storm in my head. How could he do that? After everything?

Two weeks Later.

"Riki's throwing a rager at his place this weekend. Parents out of town. You in?" Jake asked as i was making us food.

My stomach flipped. Act normal? Pretend his dick hadn't reshaped my insides? "Sure. Why not."

Saturday night, Riki's house pulsed with bass. Cars lined the street, bodies spilling from every room.

Jake slapped my back. "Don't do anything stupid."

"Me? Never." Weaved through the crowd. Bodies grinding, red cups everywhere. Sunghoon spotted me first; Jake's other buddy, ice prince with killer jawline, broad shoulders. "Hey, Sim. Shots?"

"Sure." I Downed tequila, fire blooming in my gut. Acted loose, laughed loud. Spotted Riki across the room, black tee hugging his ripped torso, jeans slung low. Eyes locked on me, jaw clenched. Good.

He turned away. Fucker.

Party ramped up. Someone yelled truth or dare in the living room circle. I plopped next to Sunghoon, thigh brushing his. Riki sat opposite, legs spread wide, arm over the couch like he owned the place.

Game kicked off tame. Truths about crushes, dumb dares like chugging beer. My turn. Bottle spun to Heeseung. "Dare," I said, smirking.

His grin wicked. "Sit on Sunghoon's lap for the next three turns. No getting up."

Crowd whooped. Sunghoon patted his thigh. "C'mere, I dont bite."

I slid onto his lap, ass nestling against his crotch. Firm. His hands settled light on my hips, respectful, but heat there. "Comfy?" he murmured, breath warm on my neck.

"Like a throne." Wiggled a bit, playing it up. Laughter erupted. Peeked at Riki ace stone, fists balled on knees, eyes burning holes.

Jealous? Good. Fucker deserved it after ghosting me post-fuck.

Next turns dragged. Sunghoon's grip tightened slightly, thumb stroking my skin. Not pushing, but... tempting. "You're trouble," he whispered.

"You have no idea."

Riki's turn. He picked truth, but his glare never left us. Tension thick. Bladder screamed after shots. "Bathroom break," I announced, sliding off Sunghoon.

I barely made it to the upstairs bathroom at this raging house party, the bass from the speakers downstairs pounding through the walls like a second heartbeat. My bladder screamed for relief after too many vodka sodas, so I kicked the door shut, hiked up my tight black mini skirt that clung to every curve of my hips and thighs, and yanked my thong down.

After i did a mirror check, decent. Time to dive back into the chaos.

Before I get to the stairs again I get dragged into a room and the door is closed. When I turn around after that flash, it’s none other than fucking Riki Nishimura.

"Riki, what the actual fuck?" I snapped, stumbling back a step, heart kicking into overdrive.

"You think you can just grind your ass all over Sunghoon like that during that stupid dare and prance away like nothing happened?" His voice rumbled low, gravel wrapping around each word, one hand planting beside my head to cage me in.

"What the hell are you talking about? I didn't grind on him! It was a dare, everyone was watching—"

"Don't fucking lie to me." His free hand shot up, fingers gripping my jaw hard, tilting my face up. Thumbs pressed into my cheeks, forcing my lips to part slightly. His breath fanned hot over my mouth. "Acting like a desperate little slut right there in front of the whole party, hips rolling. Teasing him. Teasing me."

"You're full of shit, Riki. I still hate you." The words flew out sharp as knives, but my body betrayed me.

His smirk was pure sin, lips curling as his eyes dropped to my mouth, then lower to where my chest heaved. "Sure you do, love." And then his mouth crashed down on mine. Brutal, punishing, no room for argument. His tongue shoved past my lips, invading, claiming, tasting of sharp whiskey and smoky desire. I fought it for a split second, teeth clashing, but then I was kissing back, sucking on his tongue, nails digging into his shoulders through the shirt.

One massive hand pinned both my wrists above my head against the wall, his grip ironclad. The other slid to my hip, fingers bruising as he yanked me flush against him. His cock hard, thick, straining against his jeans ground into my stomach, the rigid length dragging up and down with each roll of his hips. Heat throbbed through the denim, making my pussy clench emptily, thong growing damper by the second.

I bit his lower lip hard enough to draw blood. He hissed, pulling back an inch, a bead of copper welling up. His tongue darted out, licking it away slowly, eyes locking on mine with wild hunger. "Fuck, you taste like trouble and i love it."

"Fuck you, Riki. You fucked me raw and ditched me at dawn like trash. I still hate you." My voice cracked, old hurt flaring, but so did the ache between my legs, memories of his cock splitting me open flooding back.

“Mm-hmm” His hand released my jaw, trailing down my throat, over my collarbone, to cup my breast through the dress. He squeezed the full mound, thumb circling the stiff nipple until it poked obscenely against the fabric. "Feel that? Your body's begging for it already."

He kissed me again, slower, deeper, tongue fucking my mouth in lazy thrusts that mirrored what I craved lower. Lips left mine to drag along my jaw, nipping sharply, then down my neck. Teeth scraped my pulse point, sucking hard. Purple bruise blooming under his mouth as I arched, whimpering. His free hand roamed my side.

"Admit it," he growled against my skin, hand palming my ass cheek, kneading the firm flesh. Fingers dipped between my thighs from behind, brushing the soaked thong. "You've been dripping for this cock all night, haven't you? Thinking about how it wrecked you last time."

"Shut up." But my hips bucked forward, grinding my clit against his thigh.

He smirked while hooking the thin strap of my thong, tugging it aside roughly. Cool air kissed my bare pussy lips, swollen and slick. His fingers traced my folds teasingly up and down the slit, gathering my arousal on his fingertips. He brought them to my lips, smearing the shine. "Taste how wet you are for me."

I sucked his fingers clean defiantly, tongue swirling, eyes never leaving his. He groaned, plunging two thick digits straight into my pussy without warning. They sank knuckle-deep into the clutching heat, curling immediately against my front wall. I gasped, walls fluttering around the invasion.

"So fucking tight," he murmured, pumping slowly, thumb pressing my clit in firm circles. In and out, scissoring to stretch me, juices coating his palm and dripping down my thighs. He added a third finger, the burn delicious, twisting them to hit every ridge inside.

My knees wobbled, free hand clutching his shirt. "Riki... fuck..."

He dropped to his knees then, eyes level with my pussy, shoving the skirt up to my waist. Thumbs spread my lips wide, exposing the pink, glistening core and throbbing clit. "Look at this pretty soaked cunt. Made for my tongue."

His breath ghosted over me first, teasing, before his tongue flattened and licked a long, slow stripe from my entrance to clit. I moaned loud, head thunking back against the wall. He latched onto my clit, sucking with pulsing pressure, gentle pulls turning to hard vacuums, tongue flicking the tip rapidly. Fingers plunged back in, three now, thrusting in rhythm with his mouth.

He ate me like a starving man, nose bumping my mound, chin slick with my gush. Tongue dipped inside occasionally, fucking shallow alongside his fingers, then back to battering my clit. I tugged his hair hard, hips grinding against his face shamelessly. "More... don't stop..."

"Beg properly, love." He edged me twice; building the coil tight, then slowing to light laps until I sobbed.

"Riki, please... make me cum... I need it." Hated the plea, but my pussy wept for release.

"Cum on my tongue." He sucked my clit brutally, fingers slamming my G-spot, and I exploded. Walls convulsed, squirting hard. Hot jets soaking his face, dripping down his neck onto his shirt. He drank it all, tongue lapping every drop until I trembled, oversensitive nerves sparking.

Rising slowly, he wiped his glistening mouth with the back of his hand, eyes feral and pupils blown. "Good fucking girl. Now get on your knees pretty please."

He unzipped his jeans with one hand, shoving them and boxers down his thighs. His cock sprang free, heavy, veiny shaft curving slightly up, thick as my wrist, head flushed purple and leaking pre-cum in a steady drip. Balls hung full and tight below, begging for attention.

I dropped to my knees on the scratchy carpet, glaring up through mascara-streaked lashes. "I still hate you, Riki."

"Yeah, I bet you do, love" I darted my tongue out, licking, swirling around the ridge. Then I sucked the head in, cheeks hollowing, bobbing shallow at first.

His hand fisted my hair, guiding deeper. Inch by inch, I took him, lips stretching wide, throat relaxing as he hit the back. Drool poured from my mouth, bubbling at the corners, coating his length in shine. He thrust steadily, shallow then deeper, balls tapping my chin. I gagged when he bottomed out, nose buried in his pubes, tears streaming, but I breathed through it, humming to vibrate his shaft.

"Fuck, your throat's a vice," he grunted, fucking my face harder, hips snapping. Spit strings connected us when he pulled out briefly, only to plunge back. My pussy throbbed watching his abs flex, veins bulging on his cock.

He yanked me off with a pop, hauling me up by the arms. Spinning me to face the wall, he kicked my heels wider. "Arch for me."

"Tease me. Show me what you want."

I reached back, pulling my cheeks apart wider, hole clenching invitingly. "Not begging for shit."

Slap, harder, jolt shooting to my clit. Then his cock nudged my entrance, sliding through the slick folds, bumping my clit repeatedly. Tip caught my hole, pressing but not entering, torturing with shallow dips.

"Beg, love. Tell me you need this cock wrecking your pussy."

"Fuck you." I whined, pushing back desperately.

"Careful now." One brutal thrust; he bottomed out, cock spearing deep, stretching my walls to their limit. I screamed, the fullness burning so good, cervix kissed by his tip.

He pounded mercilessly, hips slamming, balls slapping my clit wetly. Pulled out to the flared head, then rammed back, angling to grind my G-spot. My nails scraped paint from the wall, pussy gushing around him, cream frothing at the base.

"Harder, Riki... fuck me harder- pretty please!"

He reached around, pinching my clit between rough fingers, rolling and tugging. The dual assault shattered me. Orgasm crashing, pussy spasming wildly, milking his cock as squirt sprayed down my legs. He fucked through it, drawing out every wave until I sobbed, legs shaking.

Not done, he pulled out slickly, spun me to face him. Hands under my ass, he lifted me effortlessly, my legs wrapping his waist. Back to the wall, his cock plunged back in—deep, grinding thrusts face-to-face. "Eyes on me while I own this cunt."

He carried me to the bed, laying me on the rumpled sheets. Cock slipped free with a gush of cum, but he stroked it back to hardness, slick with our mess. "Straddle me. Ride it like you hate it."

I climbed over him, gripping the base, sinking down slowly, sore walls protesting then yielding, gripping tight. His hands clamped my ass, spreading as I bottomed out, clit flush to his pelvis.

"Bounce, love. Fuck yourself on it."

I rose and slammed down, pace building.

"Faster. Milk every drop." His hips bucked up, meeting my drops with upward thrusts.

Another orgasm tore through; gushing around him, soaking the sheets. He flipped us suddenly, pinning me down, pounding jackhammer-style until he erupted again, second load mixing with the first, overflowing.

We collapsed in a tangle, his arms banding my waist possessively, lips brushing my neck, nipping softly. Sweat cooled on our skin, room reeking of sex.

"I still hate you, Riki," I whispered, body boneless.

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(박종성) In which - (Part 2) What should’ve ended in a stolen moment at a Prada afterparty only escalates. When blurred boundaries, late-night tension, and one reckless decision in a hotel room make it impossible to keep things professional anymore.

~2.6K

Warnings / Tags: smut, mature content, dirty talk, sexual tension, manager x idol, forbidden relationship, rough sex, oral sex (m receiving), cum swallow, risky behavior

now playing ‧₊˚♪ : Hotel by Montell Fish

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“Hello?”

“Where are you?” came the voice on the other end firm, urgent. “Wrap it up. We’re leaving. Chauffeur’s already outside. Get the boys. Now Ms Choi.”

And just like that, the moment shattered completely.

“…Got it,” I said quietly, hanging up.

For a second, neither of us spoke. Then I let out a breath, running a hand through my hair. “We have to go.”

Jay stared at me, something unreadable flickering in his eyes before he nodded once. “Of course we do.”

I smoothed down my clothes, trying to ignore how warm my skin still felt. “I need to find the others.”

I paused for half a second as I passed him, just enough for our shoulders to brush again.

“This isn’t over Love.” he said quietly fixing himself up.

“We have a job to do Park.”

I pushed through the crowd, my heart pounding like a drum in my chest, the bass from the afterparty music still thumping faintly behind me. The air in the venue felt thicker now, laced with the scent of spilled champagne and sweat-soaked designer suits.

My mind raced, replaying the heated exchange with Jay in that dim bathroom. The way his fingers had grazed my thigh, his breath hot against my ear, promising things I knew I shouldn't want. But the call had yanked me back, a cold splash of reality. I was there manager now, the one responsible for keeping these seven idols out of trouble, not the one diving headfirst into it.

I spotted Heeseung first, leaning against a pillar, his laughter booming too loud at something Jake was slurring. Sunghoon was slumped nearby, swirling the last dregs of his drink, eyes half-lidded. Sunoo was in a fit of giggles with Jungwon, who was attempting to look sober but failing miserably, his cheeks flushed. Ni-Ki was the real concern, lingering too close to a table laden with bottles, his youthful curiosity overriding any sense.

“Ni-Ki, no,” I snapped, my voice cutting through the haze as I grabbed his arm—not hard, but firm enough to pull him away. “You’re not touching that. Come on, let’s move. SUV’s waiting outside.”

They all turned toward me, a chorus of groans and lopsided grins rippling through the group.

Heeseung straightened up a fraction, slinging a loose arm around Jake’s shoulders. “Aw, come on, Choi! The night’s just getting good. One more round?”

“Not tonight,” I replied, sharper than I meant, my patience frayed from the evening's chaos. We started herding toward the exit. Weaving through the throng of partygoers, models in glittering gowns and executives in tailored tuxes, I kept one eye on the doors, the other scanning for any lurking photographers. No paparazzi yet, but New York was a jungle of flashing lights and opportunistic lenses. One blurry shot of these boys stumbling out drunk could unravel everything.

The Prada event's glamour turning into tabloid fodder overnight.

“Keep it together, guys,” I urged, my hand on Sunoo’s back to steady him as he wobbled. Jungwon nodded vigorously, trying to help with Ni-Ki, who pouted but followed. Jake and Sunghoon were the rowdiest, bumping into each other like overgrown puppies, their laughter echoing off the high ceilings.

We burst out into the New York night, the crisp air hitting like a slap after the venue's stuffy warmth. The city pulsed around us, honking taxis weaving through traffic, distant sirens wailing, the electric glow of Times Square painting the sky in neon hues. The black SUV idled discreetly at the curb, its tinted windows a shield, the chauffeur standing sentinel with the door held open, his face impassive.

I directed them in one by one: Ni-Ki first, sliding into the middle row with a dramatic sigh; then Jungwon, who nearly tripped over his own feet; Sunoo next, flashing me a thumbs-up; Sunghoon and Jake tumbling in together, still chuckling about some inside joke; Heeseung last, giving me a salute that was more flop than crisp. Jay slipped in beside me in the back row, his body heat immediate and invasive in the confined space.

I edged away, pressing against the door, but the seatbelt clicked, and there was no real escape. His thigh brushed mine with every shift, deliberate or not; I couldn’t tell, and that uncertainty only stoked the fire low in my belly.

The door sealed shut, and the SUV glided away, slicing through the labyrinth of Manhattan streets toward the hotel. Almost instantly, the boys erupted into a cacophony of chatter, the alcohol stripping away their filters.

“Man, that afterparty was insane,” Jake drawled from the middle, twisting around to flash a grin my way, his Australian accent thicker with the buzz. “You should’ve seen Sunghoon out there! Dancing like he’s got two left feet on a frozen pond.”

Sunghoon swatted at him lazily, his hand sailing wide. “Shut your trap, Sim. At least I didn’t knock over that tray of drinks on the model. She looked ready to murder you.”

Heeseung caught my eye in the rearview mirror, his expression softening a touch amid the haze. “You holding up okay back there, manager-Choi? You’ve got that stressed-out look again.”

“I’m fine, Lee.” I lied smoothly, turning to stare out the window at the blurring cascade of lights; storefronts aglow, pedestrians blurred shadows. “Just ensuring we make it back without any drama. Paris schedule’s breathing down our necks.”

Under the cover of the dim interior, Jay’s hand ghosted over my thigh—a light, teasing graze that sent sparks racing up my spine. I whipped my head toward him, shooting a glare, but he only curved his lips in that infuriating smirk, eyes gleaming with dark intent. The promise in them made my core clench, a fresh wave of arousal dampening my panties.

We arrived at the hotel quickly. We had private domain, floors with the whole team, floor 60 to 65. Cordoned off from the world below.

The chauffeur eased into the secure entrance, and I was out first, the night air nipping at my skin as I helped the boys extricate themselves. They stumbled onto the polished marble lobby, security personnel nodding us through without a word. No ‘fans’ milling about, no telltale flashes.

We crammed into the elevator, the mirrored walls multiplying our weary reflections. As the doors whispered shut, I cleared my throat, commanding attention. “Okay, listen up. Heeseung, Jay, Sunoo—rooms on floor 60. Jake and Sunghoon, you’re sharing on 61. Ni-Ki and Jungwon, 62. I’m up on 65 if anything comes up. But I mean it anything! Stay put. No midnight runs for snacks, no charging cables from the lobby, no dealing with crazy fans or paparazzi lurking outside your doors. If there’s even a hint of trouble, call me. Paris is right around the corner, and they’re salivating for any drunk pics or scandal juice. Understood?”

Murmurs of assent rippled through them. Some half-hearted salutes, others just nods. Jay’s stare pinned me throughout the ascent, heavy and unspoken, making the confined space feel even smaller.

Floor 60 dinged first. Heeseung waved a lazy goodnight, keycard fumbling in his hand. Sunoo giggled as he trailed after, nearly bumping into the wall. “Night, Choi.” Jay murmured, voice a low rumble that vibrated through me.

I swallowed thickly. “Night, Jay.”

The elevator resumed its climb, depositing Jake and Sunghoon on 61 with minimal fussed. Ni-Ki and Jungwon were last on 62. Finally to 65. I stepped into a hushed hallway.

Swiping the keycard, the door yielded to a realm of luxury: a sprawling king bed swathed in crisp white linens, a sitting area with plush armchairs, and that intoxicating bathroom of marble and glass. But the real draw was the floor-to-ceiling windows, framing the New York skyline like a living painting. The Empire State’s spire piercing the velvet night, bridges strung with lights, the river a shimmering vein below. Floor 65: high enough for anonymity, low enough to feel the city's heartbeat.

I toed off my heels, the relief immediate as blood rushed back to my aching feet.

A shower. I needed to rinse it all away.

I was rinsing shampoo from my hair, eyes closed against the suds, when my phone buzzed insistently on the vanity. Cursing under my breath, I wrapped a thick towel around my body, water dripping in rivulets down my legs as I snatched it up. Jay’s name glowed on the screen, and my stomach somersaulted.

“Hello? Jay, what happened? You need anything?!” I blurted, voice laced with genuine alarm, picturing some disaster—paparazzi breach, a fight among the members.

“Yeah, you,” he replied, his tone smooth, unhurried, dripping with that cocky edge.

“What?! Jay, I’m serious right now.”

“So am I. Still rock hard over here, baby, and that’s all on you. Time to come fix it.”

“Jay, goodbye. I’m in the middle of a shower.” I ended the call abruptly, heart hammering, tossing the phone onto the counter like it burned. Arrogant prick. But the throb between my legs intensified, my body traitorous.

We can’t be doing this.

I towel-dried my hair roughly, twisting the one around my torso tighter, securing it above my breasts. The mirror fogged, but I avoided my reflection, too raw, too wanting.

A sharp knock echoed through the suite, jolting me. Hotel staff? HYBE emergency? Or worse? I padded to the door, peering through the peephole before cracking it open just an inch.

Jay. Disheveled hair, shirt collar open, eyes smoldering.

“What the fuck are you doing here? Go back to your room!” I hissed, gripping the doorframe, the towel my only shield.

“No chance. So either let me in, or the paparazzi get a show in the hallway, baby.”

The corridor stretched empty, but his bluff hung heavy. Security was lax up here, and one wrong moment... I yanked his arm, hauling him inside and slamming the door, the lock clicking with finality. I spun to face him, words of protest on my lips but he surged forward, crashing his mouth onto mine in a kiss that was all hunger, no preamble.

I froze for a heartbeat, hands flattening against his chest to push. “Jay, we can’t—this is insane. I’m your manager—”

His lips silenced me, tongue delving deep, claiming every inch. He tasted of clean mint undercut with the night's faint whiskey haze he’d avoided. Strong hands clamped my waist, yanking me against him, the towel bunching between us. The hardness of his arousal pressed insistent against my belly, and resistance crumbled. I surged back, fingers tangling in his hair, pulling him closer as I kissed him fiercely, nipping his bottom lip.

A growl rumbled from his throat, vibrating into me. “Fuck, you drive me crazy,” he muttered, breaking away to trail bites down my neck, sucking hard enough to mark. His hands roamed, one sliding up to cup my breast through the towel, thumb flicking the nipple until it strained. The other dipped lower, palming my ass, squeezing.

“Jay...” I gasped, head falling back as pleasure sparked.

He tugged the towel free in one swift yank, letting it flutter to the floor. Cool air kissed my bare skin, but his gaze scorched. Raking from my flushed face to my heaving chest, down to the trimmed patch between my thighs. “Goddamn, look at you. Dripping wet, all mine.” He backed me toward the bed, shedding his shirt en route, muscles rippling under golden skin; broad shoulders, defined pecs, that tantalizing trail leading south.

I hit the mattress edge, tumbling back as he loomed, kicking off his shoes and unbuckling his belt with deliberate slowness. The clink of metal echoed, heightening the tension. Pants dropped, boxers following, and his cock bobbed free. Long, thick, veins pulsing, the head slick with pre-cum. My mouth went dry, core clenching emptily.

“On your knees,” he commanded, voice rough, eyes locked on mine. Dominant, unyielding. No room for debate.

I slid off the bed, knees meeting the soft carpet. Heart pounding, I wrapped my hand around his base, feeling him twitch hot and heavy. Leaning in, I licked the tip, tasting salt, before taking him into my mouth. Lips stretched wide, I sucked, tongue pressing the underside as I bobbed, taking more with each pass.

“Shit, yes,” Jay groaned, fingers weaving into my damp hair, not forcing but guiding. “Suck it deeper, baby. Show me how bad you want this cock.”

I hollowed my cheeks, relaxing my throat to swallow him further, gagging softly as he bumped the back. Tears welled, but the rawness fueled me, I hummed around him, hand stroking what I couldn’t fit, twisting at the base. His hips jerked, shallow thrusts starting. “Fuck, Gonna make me cum too soon if you keep that up.”

He pulled out with a wet pop, hauling me up by the arms and spinning me onto the bed, face down. “Ass up, now.”

I arched, knees spreading, presenting my soaked pussy to him. The vulnerability thrilled, exposure making me drip. A sharp slap landed on my cheek—stinging, then soothed by his palm kneading the flesh. “Such a needy little thing. Beg for my cock.”

“Please, Jay—fuck me. I need you inside, stretching me.”

He teased the head along my slit, coating himself in my wetness. “Louder.”

“Fuck me hard! Please!”

With a grunt, he thrust in; deep, sudden, I cried out, walls fluttering around his girth, the fullness overwhelming. The slap of skin on skin filling the room. “Tight as hell. Gripping me like you never want me to leave. This what you wanted all night? My cock owning your pussy?”

“Yes—God, yes! Harder!”

He flipped me effortlessly, legs hooked over his shoulders, folding me nearly in half. The angle let him drive deeper, hitting that electric spot inside with every plunge. Sweat beaded on his brow, dripping onto my stomach as he rutted, one hand pinning my wrists above my head, the other rubbing tight circles on my clit. “Watch me fuck you. See how you take it all.”

I stared down, mesmerized by the sight. His thick length disappearing into me, coated in my arousal, emerging shiny. Pressure coiled, building fast under his skilled fingers. “Jay—I’m close—”

“Cum for me. Squeeze my dick while you fall apart.”

The command tipped me over; orgasm ripped through, pussy clenching rhythmically, milking him as waves of ecstasy pulsed. I screamed, back bowing, toes curling. He powered through it, grunts animalistic, prolonging my high until spots danced in my vision.

Not done, he withdrew, cock glistening, and dragged me upright.

My legs wobbled, but he half-carried me, pressing my palms to the cool glass. The skyline sprawled endless, towers twinkling, traffic a distant river of light. Floor 65: invisible to the world below, but the thrill of exposure made my pulse thunder. He kicked my feet apart, entering from behind in a single, brutal shove. One arm banded my waist, the other hand fisting my hair, tilting my head background.

“Feel that? The whole city could hear you moan,” he rasped, thrusting hard, balls smacking my clit. “But this pussy’s screaming for me. So wet, so fucking desperate.”

I pushed back, meeting his rhythm, the glass fogging with my breaths. His free hand snaked around, pinching my nipple, rolling it roughly. “Tell me who owns you.”

“You—Jay, only you!”

Another orgasm crested, sharper, as he ground against me, the pressure on my clit unyielding. “Cum again. Soak my cock.”

I shattered, keening, body quaking as he chased his release. thrusts erratic, then burying deep with a roar. Hot jets filled me, pulsing, marking me inside.

We slumped against the window, breaths ragged, before he scooped me up, carrying me to the bed. He laid me down gently and went to the bathroom to grab a towel to clean me up. Then he slid in beside me, pulling the covers over us both. His fingers traced soothing paths along my spine, lips pressing soft kisses to my temple. “You good, love? Didn’t push too far?”

I nestled into his chest, sated and warm. “Perfect. Don’t go yet.”