Both of you had been paired up for the last project of this semester. It was the smoothest proccess you ever experienced in your literal life-time at university and you were incredibly grateful to have worked with one of the most intelligent guys on campus (so the girls say).

Your boyfriend had never been happy about it, which was new to you, considering he was usually a very chill guy. Yet everytime you announce that you would be going over to Geonwoo's place, he just huffed and answered a short "fine" or "ok", only to drown you in questions once you were back.

Leo was so bad in hiding his jealousy. And you found it really amusing.

Although you'd have preferred to stay at home that evening, you accepted the invitation to Geonwoo's pool party. Leo of course did not miss this opportunity to tag along once you said plus one's are fine.

So here you were. Wearing a cute bikini in burgundy red, the color Leo always mentions to look best on you.

Ever since you arrived, he hadn't moved an inch from his seat. When you offered him a drink he politely declined, but you still got up to get one for yourself anyway.

Who would've thought that Geonwoo had the need to stop you for minutes of chatter?

"I enjoyed working with you too! I felt so relieved when your name was called along mine. I think our working paces just match."

The male giggled at the compliment and if you weren't mistaken your ear caught someone clearing his throat right behind you. You had to bite back the grin on your lips. Are these the kind of praises Leo desires? Seriously?

"Yeah, it's a match inde-"

"Hey babe. Geonwoo." Both of you turned your head towards Leo who suddenly stood so close to you, you felt his breath on your shoulder just right before he puts his arm around them. He nodded to the other male, the only kind of recognition he‘d give him that night.

"Leo. Long time no see." Geonwoo stretched out his hand in a friendly manner. When you saw the force Leo used for the handshake you playfully rolled your eyes, grabbing his wrist as you gently parted his palm from Geonwoo‘s.

Your former project partner let out an awkward laugher, nodding as he got the message from the boy right next to you, who had literal fire in his eyes.

"I‘ll leave you two alone for now. I think your boyfriend misses you." A soft blush crept up to your cheeks, feeling slightly embarassed by his possesiveness.

With his wrist still in your hand, you yanked him to follow your quick steps. The sounds of your steps filled the hallway, as messy as this whole situation was getting. To your surprise, Leo had followed you without many protests until you opened a door and gestured him to get in.

With his sharp eyes, he observed you carefully, searching for your intention as he slowly stepped in, you following after as you closed the door to the indoor pool area.

"You want a solo swimming session with me or what?" He joked, shrugging his shoulders as he looked around the area. There were no windows and the only lights illuminating the space were lamps inside the pool, making the rooms light pretty dim.

If anything, it accentuated the shape of your boyfriend‘s body. It was only know that you were made aware of the fact that he was only in his swim trunks that loosely hugged his slim waist. The sight had you forgetting for a moment, what you even brought him there for.

Silence spread across the both of you, with Leo observing the pool area in front of you. As he walked closer to the water you followed, taking your space beside him.

The room was perfectly heated, making it comfortable to stay in. You could only imagine how great the water must feel.

Leo, the perfect boyfriend that he is, seemed to sense your thoughts and needs. You were about to dip your toe into the pool, distracted from the things you wanted to tell him, as you felt a soft shove to your back.

Your arms flapped in the wildest shape as you kept you tried to keep your balance before entirely tipping over. How pleasing that the attempts of not falling into the pool granted you a few extra seconds to grab onto the culprit.

With a huge splash the both of you fell into the water. You had already let go of Leo through the fall but for some reasons his hands were still firmly around you.

Both of you gasped for air as you got back to the top. It took you seconds to blink away the blur of the cool pool water before you came face to face with your equally wet boyfriend.

Droplets of water clung to his hair, the additional weight glued his strands to his forehead. A smile of adoration crept up your lips as you stroke back his hair to free his face that had a rather mocking expression on it.

"Don‘t laugh." Leo said, his arms positioning underneath your butt, knowing that the water was deep enough that if he didn‘d hold onto you, it‘d go just slightly past your chin. In this position, your face was towering his. Both of your hands squashed his cheeks together but he was fast to release from your grip.

"Oh, look who‘s extra sulky tonight." You pouted in adoration, patting his head in a babying manner. Both of your legs wrapped around Leo‘s waist, making your bodies cling even closer to each than before. The extra touch warmed you more than the rooms heating system.

Your actions earned you a scoff and a roll of his eyes. "Me? Sulky?"

Your first response was a giggle, your legs dangling in the water as he still held you up. There was a certain kind of attractiveness, being held like you weighted nothing. Your wet skin enhanced the warmth of Leo‘s heavy breathing against your chest area.

"Oh please, you‘ve been sulking the entire evening. Sitting on the sun chair, not moving an inch. Eyeing me like my guard dog. You know people walked past you and had to do a double take probably because they were wondering if they did anything wrong to make you angry."

"That‘s bullshit." Leo poked the inside of his cheek with his tongue, a smug and cocky expression spread over his face. You weren‘t sitting in a whirlpool were you? Your body was warming up way too much.

"Uh uh. Even when I was talking to Geonwoo, I felt your gaze drilling holes into my back."

At the mention of the other male‘s name, Leo‘s gaze shoot up to you. As he gazed into your eyes, you noticed the way your playful smile faded. It was like he was melting it away like ice.

His expression seemed to have darkened. Although he didn‘t speak a single word, there was conversation flowing between the two of you as you read each and every twitch of your faces. You were lovers after all. He spoke your language.

Even as he moved towards the edge of the pool, you kept the eye contact intact. Your bare back softly bumped against the smooth surface of the swimming pool, a soft gasp leaving your lips. A mouthful of words were waiting to be said but no sound left your throat. Leo‘s intense gaze was demanding, guiding you into obedience to not say a word unless he speaks first.

"That guy." He started off. And as he spoke, he pressed his body closer to yours, your legs being spread by the width of his figure. His abdomen rubbed against your core and from the way he opened you up and applied pressure to you at the same time, the fabric of your swimming bottoms rubbed against your center in a way they shouldn‘t be.

Your teeth sunk into your bottom lip, holding back any sounds, hoping Leo wouldn‘t notice. "He doesn‘t seem to know his place. And you should know better too."

He has inched close enough with only a breath parting your faces. The tip of his nose brushed yours with every word that he spoke at the same time. At his words you raised an eyebrow and from the way he grinded his teeth in habit, you knew he was already starting to get heated from this tiny bit of attitude that you were showing.

"The way you were so extremly determined about the handshake .. I‘m sure he got the message, babe."

Your hands slide from the back of Leo‘s neck to intertwine in his wet, stroked back hair. If only he knew how hot he looked, worked up and fresh out of a nice dive.

"Yeah, I hope so. So there‘s still you who has to grasp it.“

Before you could protest, Leo‘s lips were already on yours. He was eating you, showing no mercy and no interest in adapting your pace that was chasing his. This was his way of breathing his lesson into you.

Both of your heads titled, syncronized as the kiss deepened. Soft strokes of Leo‘s skilled tongue against yours had you melting more and more into it. You needed him as close as possible.

As you kissed, his hand got busy, feeling you up from your sides to your breasts. No time was wasted to pull your flimy bikini top south, both of your boobs springing free. The roughness had you gasping, grabbing onto Leo‘s wrist but he was quick to yank himself off your hands.

Instead his hand flew to your face, getting ahold of your chin as he forced you to look at him. "I touch you the way I want to and no one else is allowed to do that."

Desire and ownership were burning in Leo‘s eyes like fire. You loved this feeling. The feeling of belonging, the feeling of being a part of something so special that was your boyfriend‘s being. Sensation ran through your body like electric waves, sparking up your need in every way possible.

Your voice was nothing but faint whisper, as if your words were secrets to hide from people who were not there. "I know that. I know that I‘m yours."

Lips to your ear, hand on your chest. Leo‘s hot breath and raspy voice had you in the feels all the way to the center of your body. He knew your body like he knew his own house - every curve like every corner. You were his most precious property.

The way his palm rubbed your nipple as he talked to you got you embarassingly wet, and you felt that with your bottom part deep inside the water.

"Oh yeah?"

At his little question you nodded in response.

"Didn‘t seem like it."

You despised how he was still holding a conversation with his hands doing things as sinful as that. It was hard to focus on speaking when he was kneading you in his palm like his favorite toy.

"I-I do. I know that."

"Know what?"

In between his interrogation, he‘d nip on your neck, suck the sweet spot behind your air, bit down on your collarbone. All the things that gave you a hard time breathing.

"T-that I belong to you."

Leo‘s hand slid downwards, leaving your chest exposed to the cold air, your buds hardening and granting him the most delicious sight ever with the way pearls of water were sitting on top of them.

"Well, you gotta make it up to me."

Your hazy eyes once again met his. The look on his face was serious, determined to take whatever he was asking for. At the same time he knew that this was no taking when you were a good girl, willing enough to always give.

Quick fingers tugged on the thin strings that tied your bottoms together on both sides. The first knot was quick to be loosened, the fabric swam off your skin immediately so that getting it off entirely of you was easy.

Bright red tinted your cheeks at the realization that you were sitting completely naked in the swimming pool in a home that was not yours. Shameful how this thought didn‘t even occupy you for a long time when you observed your boyfriend freeing himself from his trunks, discarding them somewhere near the pool.

He tipped your chin upwards with his finger, placing a soft kiss to your lips.

"Make it up to me by taking me like a good girl, yeah?"

You nodded in response, your hole already clenching at the thought of taking Leo right here, at the risk of being caught but you knew it would be worth it.

With only his tip in, you were already a whimpering mess, cheek pressed to Leo‘s shoulder, nails clawing to his wet skin.

"Don‘t keep your cheek smushed, we still need to talk hm?"

You turned your head in response, your chin propped up on his shoulder as he kept pushing in deeper and deeper, fitting in you like the two of you were made to fit together.

"You feel amazing.." You drew out the last word long, a squeaky moan escaping your lips as you were fully seated and Leo adjusted your position so that he held you firmly, arms crossed underneath your buttcheeks so you were perfectly sitting on his member.

"Mhm. I do, right? Is there any space to think highly of another guy when this is how your boyfriend feels like?"

His words went straight to your core and you knew he felt the way your walls were clamping his cock inside of you. His lips were pressed to your neck, you felt his teeth against your skin as he smiled in victory.

Not even waiting for your answer, Leo started moving. Not his body, but yours.

He had full control of you from how he held you. His strength allowed him to lift you up, and push you back down on his cock again. At first he was going slow, figuring out how much to lift you up and set you down again.

Even with those slightly clumsy moves, you had your eyes squeezed shut, the messy rhythm making his length brush every inch of your insides in the most intense way possible.

It didn‘t take Leo long to get the gist of this position that was new to the both of you, and once he found a steady pace, he got back to talking to you.

This jerk. He talked to you while he made you bounce on his dick and his voice didn‘t even shake one. bit.

"Who do you belong to?"

Your vision was blurry and it got even worse when yoj fluttered your eyes open, the edge of the pool in front of you shaking, moving up and down the way you were used to fuck your boyfriend‘s length.

Closing your mouth wasn‘t possible with the way lewd sounds kept spilling from it, echoing from the walls as if no one could possibly hear you and get behind your nasty doings.

"Y-you! Leo.. It‘s you, who o-owns me."

You felt him nod in approval from the way his nose brushed against your neck. Clapping noises from your body against the water were filling your ears together with your boyfriend‘s grunts and groans right at the shell of your ear.

"Thinking of anyone else right now? Glazing anyone else? Looking for the next good match?"

How, just how was his memory so fucking good? You could barely even remember the words you spoke to Geonwoo, yet when he points it out so obviously, that moment replayed in your head like a film.

Next thing you knew, you were spun around. Leo took a seat on the stairs of the pool, sitting you on top of his lap without ever pulling out. As he sat on the stairs where the water was barely up to your ankles if you stood, your clit that was filled with his cock became visible to you, the point that connected you.

"You‘re all that‘s in my mind."

You spoke as you locked gazes with Leo. The satisfied smile on his face got your south area burning, your words had his member twitching inside of you. There was a hint of approval in his eyes, something that read 'that‘s my baby'.

He didn‘t need to tell you what to do. Your hands settled on his shoulder, as firm as it was possible with his skin being slippery from the water. The tiles of the stairs were already scraping against your knees but you pushed that aside. There was something bigger to address.

Keeping up with the same speed that Leo used before, you got to work, heaving yourself off his length halfway and bouncing down, hitting his lap with your butt.

His head brushed your golden spot in the best way possible, pushing it like the button to your insanity. Leo had leaned back on his forearm, giving himself the best view of his favorite movie.

Your upper body was burning from the way your boobs kept bouncing freely, rubbing against your skin. Everytime you came down, the most sensual noises were drawn from you. To Leo, it was music. He couldn‘t keep tear his eyes off you, his beautiful girl that was only his.

Minutes passed with only the softness of your voices ringing through the wide space of the swimming pool. Your discarded garments long forgotten, who knew where they were flooding to? The only thing that mattered where your beautifully burning thighs and knees, your butt that felt spanked everytime it hit the thin surface of water that covered Leo‘s flexed legs.

You circled your arms tightly around his shoulders, cheek pressed to the top of his head. Your hips moved on their own without you putting much thought into it. All you could focus on was the knot in your stomach that was signalling your climax.

"I can feel you, baby. Are you close?"

You gave him a hum of approval, messy thrusts chasing your high but with your body slowly giving in, your bounces smaller and smaller, the end seemed still too far out of reach.

Cold air sparked your goosebumps as you were lifted off the pool with ease. Just how did he have so much energy left?

Carefully, Leo placed you on your back on the heated floor. Your legs that have been wrapped around his body for the entire time slowly slid off, your feet on the floor as you stayed spread out for him.

Leo leaned in, placing the softest kiss to your lips.

"Mine."

Your chest heaved as you returned the kiss, your palms placed on his buttcheeks as you pushed him back into you entirely.

"Finish me off, like I‘m yours."

As if possessed by your words, he followed your command. His snapping back and forth in a speed that didn‘t seem like he hadn‘t already done it in two different positions.

"Oh, L-Leo.. yes! Right there.."

Both of his hands pinned you on the ground by your shoulders, keeping you from sliding away by the shoves of his member. By now you were practically sobbing his name as he put stars into your vision with his actions.

You were so wet, so turned on, the mix of your liquids and the pool water allowing his cock to slide in and out of you so smoothly. Your legs that were propped up were already shaking, yet you felt like you could go on all night.

"I love you."

He spoke to your ear and that was all it took to push you off the edge. You came hard, heavily breathing, your eyes open but nothing but white specks in sight.

Sliding up both of your hands to Leo‘s neck, you pulled his face closer to you, nuzzling your noses together.

Warmth filled your insides as he came into you, filling you up bit by bit. The way you felt his liquid filling you like a bottle of water had you whimpering in desperation.

"I love you too. You‘re my one and only."

The tired but wide and genuine smile these words errupted from him, had you give a warm smile in return.

You exchanged one kiss, two kisses, more and more, both of your hearts so full of feelings that you completely abandoned the circumstances of your surroundings.

No more words were exchanged, only the sounds of wet lips moving against each other were enough to communicate your deepest emotions.

The mere sight of it was so intense that Geonwoo, who had just passed by the glass door to check whether every guest has left the party, just shook his head, laughing awkwardly to himself.

He decided he‘d spare you the awkwardness and do another round of strolling around his mansion before he‘d come to check on this area again.

“Please, baby,” he breathes in your ear, grinding his hips against your ass. “I need to feel you.”

You stiffen your body and close your eyes. “Won…I really need to sleep. I’ve got an early day tomorrow.”

He presses his palm to your lower stomach, pulling you back against his hard and aching cock. “I’m so hard. Just the tip? I promise.”

Shaking your head, you try to pull away from him, but he holds you in place, still rocking his hips against yours.

“I promise it’ll be just the tip. I just want to feel you. It’s so hard it hurts. I’ll feel so much better if I can just put the tip in. I’ll let you go to sleep. Please.”

He begs and pleads and coaxes until you finally agree, albeit begrudgingly. It was late enough in the night and you should’ve been asleep over an hour ago. Not listening to your boyfriend bed to stick his dick in you. But he always has a way of getting you to agree. To cater to him and his needs, even when ignoring your own.

Soon, the two of you are naked from the waist down. You’ve got your leg lifted up to give him access to your hole, and he’s rubbing the tip of his cock through your folds, attempting to slicken the skin. He adjusts the angle of his hips and begins to press into your tight cunt. It’s hard with the lack of sufficient prep beforehand, so it stings when he begins to breach the entrance, but you grit your teeth and bear it. The sooner his tip is nestled inside you, the sooner you can go to sleep—he promised.

Except he doesn’t stop. When your hole finally loosens enough for the thick head of his cock to slip inside, you expect him to stop and get comfortable enough to go to sleep. But he doesn’t.

You feel the familiar drag against your walls as he sheathes himself deeper inside you. Reaching back with one hand, you grasp at his hip in an effort to stop him. He grabs your wrist and pulls it up to his mouth, nipping with his teeth and pressing what were supposed to be apologetic kisses to the skin.

“I know, baby, I’m sorry.” He whispers. “I know I said it would be just the tip. I’m so bad.”

It makes you whine when he’s fully inside you. Jungwon isn’t small, and taking him without preparation isn’t something you normally do, so it’s rather uncomfortable at the moment, but the contented sigh he lets out as your tight, warm hole wraps around his bare length tells you that you wouldn’t dare make him stop. Especially not when you turn your head and see his catlike eyes looking at you with such intensity. A look that you never even thought of defying.

“I’m so bad. I’m so mean.” He starts again, now gently rocking his hips. “I can’t help it. You feel so good. Squeeze me so tight. You’re even tighter than usual. Fuck. Makes me want to cum inside you. You going to let me do that?”

You try shaking your head, but he drops your wrist and grips your jaw with that same hand. With the control he has over your head, he makes you nod. He presses his thumb and forefinger into your cheeks so hard that it forces your mouth open. He uses this leverage to treat you like a puppet, moving your mouth and talking for you. “Say yes Jungwon, your cock feels so good. I want you to cum deep inside my pussy and fuck me all night. I want your whole cock.”

As soon as he saw the Aston Martin DB9 Voltane, silver exterior, pink interior, with heavy damage in the front from most likely a rear end collision pull up, he knew exactly what kind of customer he was dealing with.

Wiping his hands on his jeans, the ones he has several pairs of, so he doesnt care if they get messy or not, he watches as you step out of the car. 

Predictable. Denim mini skirt, light pink baby doll top, hair freshly blown out, full face of makeup, and to top it off, playboy bunny heels.

He looks across the mechanic garage at Jay, who's already looking at him with a knowing eyebrow raised.

You grab your designer purse, looking around the garage, the smell of oil, and metal lingering in the air. You curse your father for making you do this by yourself. 

Watching as none of the workers here make any move to come forward and help you, you scoff. Typical of these low lifes.

“Does anyone actually work here?” You say, attitude leaking from your voice

He shakes his head stifling a laugh before making his way to you from across the garage.

You watch as a man, probably around your age approaches you, immediately noting how handsome he is, dark hair, defined features, cat like eyes that draw you in.

“How can we help you today?” He asks, tone calm, collected.

“Well clearly the bumper’s fucked up.” You say, hand signaling to the front of your car

His eyebrows raise slightly at your straight foward attitude.

“Yeah, I can see that.” His eyes drop to your tits for a split second, how could he not when they're practically spilling out of your little top

“So I need you to like, fix it” You say like its the most obvious thing, which it clearly is.

He walks around to the front, crouching to look closer at the damage, you watch his face

“yikes..” He says through his teeth, making a slight panic bubble in your chest

“What?” You ask, urgently needing an answer

“This baby’s gonna need some work that's for sure.” He stands up, walking around the car to check for any more damage

“Sensors are definitely damaged, we’re gonna have to order a new bumper, for this specific car it could be hard to find one. You might need a new engine too.” He looks at you, reaching into the front seat, finger hovering over the hood button “May I?” you nod

He pops the hood before going back around to look at the engine, you watch as another man comes to look at it, he must also work here. “Shit– V12 too, that's gonna cost a fortune to fix” The third party adds.

“Since it uses aluminum body panels, it's going to be harder to fix than steel.” The first one says, hand rubbing his jaw in thought, you look at them confused as ever because you don't know what the hell they are saying.

“I don't even know what that means. Can you fix it or not?” You ask, crossing your arms over your chest, completely oblivious to the way you're pushing your tits up more, and to the way both of their gazes drop to look at them.

“Yeah, I can fix it. But it's not gonna be cheap.” He says

“How much?” You ask, tone uncaring, this is just information your father needs to know anyway.

“It's not definitely not minor damage, parts are probably gonna have to be shipped from out of state, so maybe around 20-25 grand?” He estimates in his head

You don't bat an eye, “How long will it take then?” You ask impatiently 

“Well it sure as hell isn't going to be ready tomorrow, I'm thinking 3-5 weeks.” He says calmly

“That's like almost a month!” practically shouting at him

“Like I said, parts from out of state.” He adds, watching the way you pull out your phone, swiping frantically on it, you don't excuse yourself before walking a good 5 feet away to call your father.

He picks up on the 4th ring 

“Yes Y/n?” he says, bothered 

“Dad, they said it's going to take almost a month to fix it!” You say in your phone, completely unaware of how Jungwon and Jay can hear your conversation perfectly clear.

Typical, you have no sense of space either.

“Well that's what happens when you get your car wrecked.” he says

“But I can't survive a whole month-”

“Well you're going to have to, maybe if you weren't so careless with your speeding, and texting while driving, you wouldn't be in this situation at all.” You quiet down as he continues

“Ill have the driver pick you up, sign whatever papers they give you. You have my card right?” 

‘Yes.” You reply clipped, anger seeping in your tone

“Use it. I don't care for the cost” He adds, you hear the sound of papers shuffling in the back, knowing that the reason for his straight forward attitude is because he's at his office. 

“Fine.” 

“And y/n?”, "Don't be rude.” He adds before hanging up the phone, you bring it down to look at the screen, scoffing before shoving it in your bag and walking back towards the annoyingly hot workers.

They are both looking at your engine when you walk back towards them, you watch the first one look up, before he tells the other one to grab the papers.

He comes back with a clip board and hands it to you with a pen, you scan it, looking at the first box, ‘Mechanic Name’, you look up at him

"What's your name?” tone bored

“Jungwon.” He says, you repeat the name in your head. Leaning against the side of your car to fill out the rest of the form, rolling your eyes as you check off the boxes for the reasoning of your visit. The other worker is already back working on one of the other cars.

You hand him the clipboard without a word, watching his eyes skim over it before he lets a smirk show, what the fuck is he smirking at.

“What?” You ask rudely, making him stifle a laugh. 

“Nothin’ I just knew it’d be a rear end.” He says, pulling out a business card from his pocket

“The hell is that supposed to mean?” Your nostrils flaring at the way he’s speaking to you.

“Just means girls like you are predictable.” He watches your face, ignoring the glare you’re giving him before continuing “Let me guess, you were on your phone”

You open your mouth to speak, to defend yourself but close it, because that's the exact reason why. He grins at that, knowing he’s right.

“Right. I'm gonna see exactly what she’s gonna need, and I'll message you the exact cost so you can come back and pay.” He says, handing you his business card

You take it reluctantly, hating the fact that you actually have to come back here again. You look down at the way his hand is still held out, looking down at the oil stained flesh in disgust before glancing up at his ridiculously perfect face

“What? Do you want me to hold your hand or something?” 

He chuckles lightly, “I need the car keys, princess.” You hide your embarrassment, obviously he needs the keys. You lean into your car, bending enough that your mini skirt rises slightly higher than necessary, revealing the pink lace panties from Victoria's Secret's spring collection, he ignores the way his cock jumps at the sight.

You hand him the keys, he looks down at them, resisting the urge to laugh at your key chains, the mini chanel heel, to the pink fluffy pom pom ball, before bring them down, finger hooking around the key ring

“kay’ so is that all?” You ask impatiently, kitten heel tapping on the ground lightly, “For now.” He says, shamelessly dropping his eyes to your glossy lips before turning around and walking back to his tool table.

You roll your eyes, making sure you grabbed everything out of your car before walking out of the garage, the faint smell of oil sticking to you. Yeah you're taking a long shower when you get home. 

“Y’know, you could've just got her card on file” Jay mutters, walking over to him

“Whats the fun in that?” Jungwon says, looking at the papers you signed, y/n. Pretty name.

-

People often referred to you as the ‘spoiled daddy’s girl’ type, to be fair you didn't deny it. Your father did spoil you rotten, after all he was one of the wealthiest men in the country. Obviously you took advantage of it, from the designer clothes, and bags, your whole closet screamed it. Your friends were rich too, naturally. You didn't want to surround yourself with people who leech off your money.

It had been three days since you saw your car, three days since you saw that sexy ass mechanic.

So what if you wore this outfit just for this specific occasion, you weren't completely clueless. You could tell when a man knew how to fuck, simply by his attitude, and Jungwon was screaming big dick energy.

You reapply your shiny lipgloss on your lips, as your driver pulls up to the shop. Looking down at your outfit, from the tight denim shorts to the white baby tee, you purposely didn't put a bra on with.

You smile sweetly at your driver before stepping out, your dior bag in one hand, and strawberry beverage in the other before walking in the shop.

You look around the shop trying to spot Jungwon, he had messaged you that he was able to find all the parts, and needed to double check with you to confirm the payment.

You don't like when people make you wait either. 

“God, this place is fucking slow.” You say before walking to your car, you pause when you him stand up from working on the engine of your car

“Sorry to keep you waiting princess” He says, putting the wrench in his hand down, dusting his hands off and standing up, he’s wearing a white tank top. Biceps, those biceps are all you can think about right now.

He runs his hand through his hair, pushing the messy strands back before walking past you. You try not to act shocked when he doesn’t even glance at your outfit– guy’s would fucking kill to see you in this. 

You hesitate a beat before following him to what you're guessing is some kind of break room..looking around from the desk, to the couch, to the ash tray sitting on the table in the center.

“Is this like a man cave or something?” You ask, stepping in the room like the floor would burn you, he lets out a low chuckle before sitting down at his desk, and pulling up the website for you to pay. 

You look down at his concentrated face before leaning over his shoulder to get a better look at it, slightly brushing your tits on the side of his face. He freezes for a split second before speaking without looking at you. “I need your card.” 

Standing up straight you reach in your purse pulling out your fathers black card and handing it to him. He scoffs, typing the numbers in “Daddy’s money huh?” He says, voice low before handing it back to you.

You roll your eyes, but you don't deny it either.

“Alright that's all I need from you.” He says, standing up and going back out to the main garage, passing Jay as he works on the engine for another customer. 

You watch him walk away, tossing your finished beverage in his office trashcan "That's all?” You say approaching him again.

“What do you mean ‘thats all’?” He turns to look at you

“You came here for somethin’ else princess?” Using that nickname again. 

He lets his eyes fall to your body, he knew you weren't wearing a bra the second he saw you. Not to mention those tiny shorts that don't leave shit to the imagination.

You must be fucking desperate to shown up looking like that here.

“No–I just thought” You huff out a frustrated breath, before pulling out your phone to text your driver to come back. 

He looks over your shoulder, no sign of Jay. He probably went to the office to smoke anyway.

“Thought what?” He watches the way you shove your phone in your bag, irritation on your features, even though he knows exactly what you thought. Plenty of girls think the same thing.

When you cross your arms over your chest like a spoiled brat he chuckles. “Thought I’d want you just cause’ you show up looking like a slut?” 

Your face switches from irritation to straight up anger “Fuck you-” 

“Yeah I'm sure you’d want that huh?” He smirks, not missing the way your nipples harden under his stare

You look past his shoulder to see the familiar black SUV pull up before looking back at him in his stupid tank top that shows off his stupidly big biceps.

You know what, fine. You're not wasting any more time on this asshole. 

“Dont scratch my car.” You say before walking out, he watches the way your hips sway, your ass begging to be let out of those tight shorts, pushing his tongue against his cheek before getting back to work on your car.

-

“You have got to be kidding me.” It had been a week since you last saw him. Yet here he is, at your favorite club..dancing.

You look at the girl he’s dancing with, the way she slides her hand under his shirt–of course he has fucking abs.

You're pulled from your thoughts when your friend taps your shoulder “Girl, what's going on?” 

“What? Nothing, I just need a drink. Bad.” You walk to the bar, flashing a smile that has the bartender immediately catering to you. 

You can't help but let your eyes stray back to the dance floor, to see Jungwon's hands on that bitches waist, smiling against her ear. You try to ignore the ting of jealousy you feel, what does she have that you don't?

After downing whatever your friend ordered for the both of you, and something more, you turn to face her “I wanna dance” you say, dragging her on the dance floor with you

You don't miss the look of recognition that passes along his face when he sees you walking towards the dance floor, the surprise making you grin.

Took less then 3 minutes to feel a pair of strong hands on your waist, you recognize the rough look of them immediately.

“Got bored of that little whore?” You say, purposely grinding your ass back against him

He chuckles against your ear, “Jealous?”

You scoff at that, which makes him tighten his hands on your waist, for a mechanic he sure can move his hips, hitting every beat with each roll against your body 

“You wanted it to be you huh?” he whispers, voice low

“Why would I voluntarily want to grind against your small dick?” you snap, earning a low chuckle from him

“Small?” He says turning you around to face him “Princess, I promise you nothing about my dick is small.” 

“Yeah?” You say, brow raised, looking up and down his form like he was your next Chanel purchase, “Prove it.” 

He smirks looking down then looking back up at your face, “You asked for it.” He rests his hand on your lower back before leading you two out of the club, you look at him curiously before he drags you into an empty alley, you can still hear the music from out here.

“What? Are you gonna fuck me here?” Your face shows irritation. Even though your heart is nearly beating out of your chest.

“No.” He watches your face, stepping closer till your faces are less than an inch apart, the rough brick of the club building digging into your head.

He trails his lips along your neck, breathing your scent in. You can't help the shivers that go down your spine, and straight to your core at the attention

He presses his hardening cock against your thigh, your breath slightly hitches at the contact

“You feel that?” He whispers against your neck

“What’s that, like 2 inches?” still not letting go of your bitchy attitude.

He chuckles low, but it's not jokingly, it's dangerous, knowing.

“Get on your knees, brat.” you hesitate a second before lowering yourself on the hard concrete. He almost could laugh at how quickly you listen

“Look at you, spoiled rich girl on her knees.” He looks down at you, the way your face is asking for specific instructions

“Go on.”

You hate that your hands are shaking when you lift them to unbuckle his belt, your tongue darting out to lick your lips before you look up at him, he nods, watching as you pull down his jeans and boxers in one go.

You nearly gasp at the way his thick, flushed cock springs out, slapping his abdomen with how long it is. Definitely not 2 inches. 

“You really are a slut huh? On the ground in the middle of some alley, just to suck dick.” He caresses the side of your face, in such a gentle way you would think he’s comforting you, his thumb swipes over your bottom lip urging you to open your mouth

You stick out your tongue for him, letting him stick his thumb down your throat, closing your lips around it, he pushes it in farther earning a small gag from you

“Oh sweetheart, if you can't handle this, how will you take my cock?” He says condensendly, pulling his thumb out of your mouth and wiping it on the side of your face.

His eyebrows raise slightly when you wrap your hand around the base of his cock, and bring him closer to your mouth before wrapping your lips around the tip, the taste of his pre cum coating your tongue. He lets out a groan at how warm your mouth is, his hand coming down to grip your hair in his hand.

“Suck it like the slut you are.” His mouth hangs open slightly as he looks down at you

You mumble around his dick before taking more of him in your mouth, curling your toes in your heels to not gag, because then you would be proving his exact point.

Closing your eyes to concentrate, you take him slightly deeper, you whine when you see he’s not even fully in your mouth, making him chuckle at your desperate state.

“Let me help you out, yeah?” he says before gripping the back of your head harder and thrusting his cock into your mouth further, till your nose kisses his pelvis, he lets the most guttural groan at the way your throat convulses around his length, his other hand coming up to steady himself on the brick wall behind you.

You brace your hands on his thighs, gagging around his cock, before he pulls it out of your mouth, looking down at the way your saliva coats it, “Who’s small now huh?” He doesn't give you time to reply before shoving himself back in your mouth, biting his lip at the way you attempt to adjust to the length. 

You look up at him, the way his head is thrown back, the slight shine of his sweat coating his neck, before moving your hand down to cup his balls in your hand, the sound he lets out is fucking insane. 

“F-fuck–yeah just like that” He breathes out, watching the way you sloppily take him in your mouth, You swirl your tongue around the base, before sucking on the head of his cock sharply, massaging his heavy balls in your hand, when his grip on your hair loosens slightly, you know hes about to come.

“Can you s..swallow like a good girl for me?” He says through a moan, the vibration that comes from your mouth is your answer, he brings his hand down from the wall, gripping the back of your head with both his hands, before pushing himself deep in your throat, making you gag as he spills his warm load into you. He tries to stifle how loud he is, but fails miserably, he looks down at you, pulling his cock out of your mouth slowly, watching the way you swallow his come.

“Fuck that was hot.” He lets go of your hair, admiring the fucked out look on your face

“Should’ve came on your face though.” He says, stepping back, tucking himself in his pants and fixing his belt. 

You stand up wiping your mouth with the back of your hand, fixing the way your mini dress slid up your thighs

“That's all?” you ask, watching him finish buckling his belt before looking at you

He steps closer until your back hits the wall, lips ghosting over yours, you close your eyes slightly, waiting for the kiss, he smirks at that.

“I still have a car to work on sweetheart.” He says slyly, pulling back, not sparing you a glance before he walks out of the alley way. Leaving you, confused, and absolutely soaked. And that just won't do. 

-

You've been told countless times before that you have no shame, but you say it's just because you're bold. You know what you want, and you'll get it no matter what.

Which is exactly why you went back to the mechanic shop, claiming you left something in your car and needed it urgently. When you really just wanted to slip a little something into the center console, and you did just that.

“Jungwon” You watch as he works on your car's engine, sleeves rolled up, hair slick with sweat due to the spike in temperature today.

“Princess.” He replies back, casually. Like this is normal

“I think there's something wrong inside the car, can you look at it?” You ask sweetly, feigning innocence as he looks into the car, eyebrow raised

The vibration of your phone takes your attention, your drivers here. “You’ll know when you find it” You offer that smile that makes men go weak in their knees before walking out of the garage.

He watches you walk away, confusion etched on his face before looking in the cup holder, the second he opens the center console he feels the heat rush to his dick. His fingers wrap around the delicate lace.

He couldn't help but bring them to his nose throughout the day, just to inhale your scent, he swears he could get high off it.

Fine then. If you want to offer yourself on a golden platter to him, then he’s going to take it.

-

9:34

Jungwon: Your cars ready

You: Okay?

He chuckles down at his phone, already sensing your attitude through the damn screen

Jungwon: So, you can pick it up

You: Isn’t it a little late for me to come

Jungwon: Come get your car y/n.

You cant help the small laugh the slips past your lips at the message

You: Fine.

Yes, you purposely aren't wearing panties under your mini skirt, because if you're right, then you're not going to need them. 

The main garage doors of the shop are closed, so you opt for the regular one, the lights are slightly dimmer then usual, but you also haven't been here at night before. You pass by the other cars in the garage, the silence being odd for a place like this, except for the sound of your heels clicking on the ground with every step you take to your car.

Its completely fixed. The bumper is brand new, it honestly looks how it did when your father first bought you it.

You walk around the front of the car to take a closer look, when something solid, No. Someone solid presses against you, a gasp slips past your lips at the contact

“Can’t believe you actually came princess” He says, smiling against the back of your ear, his breath on your skin making you shiver

“You said the car was ready, so obviously I did.” You roll your eyes, even though he cant see it. But he senses it.

His hand trails down your body, resting on your lower stomach “Is that why you're not wearing any panties?” He asks, voice low, a rasp in it you recognize from the alley

“Coming in here with your pussy out. Like a slut. You're lucky it's only me here tonight." He brings his hands back up, cupping your tits in his hand

The filthy words he’s saying only making you all the more wet. You can feel the slick dripping on your inner thigh

A breathy sound slips past your slips as he kneads the flesh in his hands over your tank top “I knew they’d feel like this too” He pulls your tank top neckline down so he can really feel you, the way it slightly pushes your tits up more makes his dick harden in his jeans. “So fuckin’ soft” He knips at your ear before pinching your nipples with his fingers, you whimper at the touch

“Aw, so sensitive already?” He smirks, rutting his hips against your ass, making you have to brace one of your hands on the hood of your car

“Just..F-fuck me already” You say through a breathy moan as he bounces your tits in his hands

He laughs at that, actually fucking laughs. Nothing is funny when you’re in this state of desperation, in need of being filled so badly.

“God, you're actually so desperate it's embarrassing” He says, before pushing you down against the hood of your car, earning a gasp that sounded a whole lot like a moan from you.

He just looks down at you for a second, spoiled rich girl bent over your own fucking car, at his mercy. “Are you just gonna stand there-” You don't even get to finish your sentence when he yanks your skirt down your legs, the air hitting your pussy immediately

You spread your legs the best you can, just to show off for him. “Holy shit, it looks like you fucking pissed yourself” He drags a finger through your folds, collected the slick on his fingers, making you moan into the cold steel of your car

“I knew you’d be this wet, could smell it the second you walked in.” he says, plaming your ass in his hand, making your body jolt when you feel a sharp slap “The fuck-” You start but immeditly shut up when he pinches your clit inbetween his fingers

“Got even more wet from that huh? You like this shit.” He chuckles low before landing another sharp slap to your ass, the sound echoing in the garage

He soothes the burn with his hand, you look behind you, straining your neck when you see him get on his knees behind you, he’s not even looking at your face, his gaze is right on the way your hole clenches around nothing

He spreads your ass just to get a better look, you push yourself back against his face slightly “Stop being greedy.” He says, the tone in his voice asserting his authority, how much power he has in this right now.

You dont have time to come up with a bratty reply when he licks a strip up your pussy, collecting your juices on his tounge “knew you’d taste this fucking good too” He mutters into your pussy before burying his nose in your folds, absolutely inhaling your scent, his dick throbbing in his pants. “Oh my–fuck..” You breathe the words out at the feeling of his nose aligning perfectly. 

He smiles against your pussy before plunging his tongue in your hole making your hands attempt to claw at the hard surface beneath you, “Jungwon-!” You yell out, when his thumb comes up to rub small circles on your clit

He flicks his tongue against you, enjoying the way you squirm

“Want you to come like this” He mumbles into your cunt, fucking his tounge in and out of you at a criminally fast speed

You’re a moaning mess against the car, his name on your lips everytime you’re able to speak.

“m’ gonna come–” You breathe out as his finger speeds up its teasing on your sensitive bud, your juices are dripping on his chin, he sucks whatever you give him, the tight pressure making your legs tremble

If you weren’t bent over this car right now you’d definitely collapse.

You cry out when his tongue hits deep inside you, flicking in your pussy as you come on his face, he presses his thumb against your clit as he licks everything, taking his mouth off your cunt with a pop. 

You’re slouched against the car, knees weak trying to comprehend what the fuck just happened.

He stands up, licking his lips, not giving you any time to react before he flips you onto your back, “No thank you?” He tilts his head to the side slightly, studying your face

You look at him like he has two heads, even when you’re spread infront of him like his next meal, you still have a fucking attitude.

“Oh, but you want me to fuck you right?” He scoffs, before stepping closer to you, fitting right between your legs.

If he just presses against you more, you'll feel the hard bulge in his pants that you can see so clearly right now.

You nod at his question

“You’re so fucking spoiled.” He says before leaning down against you, rocking his hips into you, letting his clothed dick grind on your pussy

You whine at the feeling. He presses small kisses to your neck, trailing up your jaw, he watches your face, the way your eyebrows furrow, like it’s killing you that he’s not inside you right now.

He doesnt think before pressing his lips to yours, Its not sweet, or loving, its fucking unhinged.

You immediately let him in, arms coming up to wrap around his neck to pull him closer, his chest brushing against your hardened nipples, when his hand comes up to twist them in his fingers you moan into his mouth. “Fuck me Jungwon- please” you cry out desperately making him smile

“Yeah? Spoiled brat wants to be fucked on her fancy car?” He looks down at you as you nod frantically

“Words or else you're not getting shit.” He stands up straight, sliding off his shirt with practiced ease before unbuttoning his pants and pulling them down, along with his boxers.

You watch as his cock hits his abdomen, the tip flushed red, you practically drool at the sight of it, at the familiar memory of sucking him off , a memory that has replayed every night since.

“Yes, I want you to fuck me, right here—please” Your face mimicks a pout that has him bringing his hand down to stroke himself in his hand 

“Like the slut you are?” He presses, wanting to hear you say more

“Only for you” You say, biting your lip at the way he squeezes his length in his hand

You watch him line the head of his cock with your hole,coating his dick in your arousal from earlier, and the new wetness thats fomed since, you’re so fucking easy to get wet its insane.

He brings his hand to hold down your hips, to anchor himself before he slides into your pussy, he watches as you squirm, trying to adjust to his cock, his mouth hangs open as he bottoms out,

“You’re so tight holy shit-” He breathes out, doing small movements with his hips to get you to adjust better

You can't even think right now with the way he’s stuffing you so full. He pulls out slowly before stamming back into you, watching the way your tits bounce at the movement.

“mmm..faster “ You say through a moan, he thrusts into you slow, teasing, even if it is taking everything in him to not absolutely drill into your tight cunt.

You let out a frustrated sound, that has his eyes leaving where you two connect, and up to your face, He thrusts into you harder, just see your tits bounce, before he brings his hand up from your hip to squeeze one in his hand. “You want me to go faster?” He asks, voice rough, strained.

“Yes–fuck-” You nearly scream when he delivers a harsh slap to your tit, the sting making you arch your back off the car, He smirks down at you, as the flesh turns a light shade of pink

“Use your manners.” He smooths over the flesh with his hand, fingers grazing lightly over your nipple

“Please..faster Jungwon–please.” You whine out, thats all it takes before hes lifting your leg to rest on his shoulder and ruthlessly pounding into you.

You cant even keep your eyes open as he fucks into you, the only sound being the ones coming from both of your mouths, and your wet pussy squelching around his cock as his balls slap your ass over and over again.

He watches the tears that swell in your eyes “Are you fucking crying?” He teases, thumb coming up to swipe the tear threatening to fall.

He feels the way your hole flutters around his cock, “S-shit princess” He groans out, leaning down to take you in his mouth, you immediately kiss him back

he swallows the moans you let out, letting you wrap your legs around his hips to pull him imposisbly closer

“I-im gonna come–fuck-” You manage to say, moaning into his mouth like a damn pornstar.

“Fuck yeah, come on my cock princess” He says through desperate pants of his own, when he feels you clench down even harder he thrusts into you deeper, letting your pussy suck in his cock as you reach your high, the feeling making him shoot his warm load inside of you, the sounds that leave both your mouths completing it.

His head is buried in the crook of your neck, you feel him start to soften inside you, a major part of you proud of yourself for making him come.

“That was–fuck, you’re perfect.” He whispers, pulling out slowly, the sensitivetly making you wince slightly, using his hands to help him get up, he looks down at you, the fucked out expression on your face before grabbing his jeans and putting them on, you watch him, before moving to get up but he stops you “What are you doing?” he looks at you like you're crazy “I- I was going to leave..” You say sitting up

“No you’re not.” Is all he says before picking up his shirt and using it to clean you “What-” 

“Im not a complete asshole princess.” He mutters, fixing your tank top and grabbing your skirt from the ground

“Plus, I want you to come back.” he adds, watching you put your skirt on

“To fuck?” You ask, tucking a strand of hair behind your ears

He can't help the small smile that paints his lips, watching you act like this, so clueless.

“And incase you rear end someone else.” he shrugs, watching the way your face instantly changes to irritation

“You fucking-” he pulls you to him, shutting you up with a hard kiss against your lips before pulling back

“Dont finish that sentence, because im perfectly fine with fucking you dumb again.” He warns, tone serious

That familiar playful look on your face tells him everything he needs to know, as you finish what you were saying.

-

Yesyesyes freaky won give him to me NOW

"you’re late."

the words cut through the chatter like a blade. every head in the room snapped toward the door as yang jungwon cut himself off mid-sentence. there you stood, the picture of casual indifference—your uniform just messy enough to get under his skin, a lollipop tucked into the corner of your mouth.

your eyes lazily scanned the room, not even bothering to look apologetic, before landing back on him. he was standing at the front of the class, whiteboard marker gripped in his hand, a list of names already scrawled behind him. he was likely taking charge of the upcoming class presentation—a deadline you knew was coming up but couldn't bring yourself to give a damn about.

"i don't see a teacher in here, so i’d say i'm right on time," you countered, your voice dripping with irony and a sharp, acidic edge.

the heavy click of the door closing behind you echoed through the silent room as you began the long walk to your usual spot: the very last desk in the back row, right by the window. you could feel the weight of a dozen stares following your every move. the students were used to your attitude, but the thrill of seeing someone actually talk back to the untouchable class president never got old. it was the best show in school.

"don't play dumb, y/l/n. you knew the first period today was for class alignment," he snapped back. his eyes didn't leave you for a second, tracking the way you carelessly tossed your bag onto the desk and slumped into your seat with a bored shrug. even from across the room, you didn't miss the way the vein in his temple began to throb. a slow, taunting smirk spread across your face as you swirled the lollipop between your lips.

"you’re right, i did know," you said, leaning back. "i just don't give a fuck."

you punctuated the sentence with a slow blink. for a heartbeat, you actually thought he might lunge at you. god, you were practically praying for it—and so was everyone else, their heads turning back and forth between the two of you like they were watching a high-stakes ping-pong match.

"you—" he started, his knuckles white against the marker, but he was cut off by a small, delicate hand resting on his bicep. jang wonyoung, the class vice president, leaned in with a sweet, nauseatingly polished smile. "wonie, let's not waste any more time. we really need to finish this," she cooed.

you felt a physical pang of annoyance at the nickname, your eyes rolling back so far it almost hurt. jungwon took a sharp, jagged breath, subtly shrugging off her touch as he straightened his blazer, forcing his composure back into place. "you're right, wonyoung. my apologies, everyone. let's move on."

his eyes flickered to yours one last time—intense, dark, and heavy with all the words he couldn't scream in front of an audience. you knew exactly what they meant. for now, he simply turned back to the board, resuming the soul-crushing task of delegating duties.

"i honestly don’t get what you get out of this," chaewon whispered, barely moving her lips as she leaned back toward your desk. "you were literally here at least half an hour before classes even started. why show up late just to cause a scene?" she tried to play it cool, staring straight ahead as if she were hanging on jungwon’s every word.

you just shrugged, leaning back in your chair. "where’s the fun in being early?"

chaewon rolled her eyes, a faint huff escaping her. "i’ll never understand your beef with jungwon. he’s actually a nice guy. and you... you have this whole bad-girl persona, but you’re actually smart. is it just an aesthetic or something? the rumors going around are that you’re actually into him and you do all this just to get his attention."

you scoffed, rolling your eyes so hard it almost hurt, and gave the back of her chair a sharp kick with your boot, forcing her to sit up straight. "they wish. like i'd ever have to try that hard to get someone’s attention."

​"hey, i’m not judging. it’s top-tier entertainment. but you know..." she shifted slightly, glancing sideways to make sure neither jungwon nor wonyoung were looking. "i actually believe that one rumor about wonyoung." you give her a confused look, arching an eyebrow. she shifts in her seat, clearly trying to hold back her excitement over the gossip. "no way you haven't heard! it's common knowledge that wonyoung is in love with jungwon and i bet they are actually dating in secret. if you ask me, i think they’re a boring couple, but it makes sense. they’re both so irritably perfect for each other."

"two little goody-two-shoes, huh?" a sarcastic smirk tugged at the corner of your lips.

chaewon nudged your arm. "if you ask me, i think you two make more sense. in my opinion, straight-laced guys like jungwon need a little chaos in their lives. they go crazy for baddies like you. makes the story way more interesting."

she didn't see your reaction, her head now buried in her notes, but a small, knowing smile played on your face. your eyes drifted back to the front of the room, locking with jungwon’s for a fleeting second. he caught the smile, his brow furrowing in genuine confusion as he tried to figure out what the hell you were so happy about.

it wasn’t like you were the biggest troublemaker in school, or even a problem student in the general sense. you were just lazy and a bit careless, though your grades were excellent. actually you rarely skipped school, but skipping a class here and there? that was a different story. and that’s exactly how you ended up here—caught cutting gym class, resulting in an immediate detention. not that you weren't used to it.

you let out a heavy sigh, dropping your bag onto the floor of the old music room. a thick cloud of dust billowed up instantly, making you cough. your punishment this time was to deep-clean the place, and this kind of manual labor made you miss the good old days when detention just meant sitting in a quiet room with the school’s oldest teacher. rest in peace, mrs. choi; back then, she’d fall asleep at her desk, and you’d fall asleep at yours.

you ran a hand through your hair, messing it up further as you tried to figure out where to even start. fuck it, you thought. you reached into your bag, pulled out a pack of cigarettes, and headed for one of the windows. your fingers moved with practiced speed, sliding a cigarette out and lighting it between your teeth. the smoke burned your lungs, forcing a bit of tension out of your body before you had to deal with the disaster of a room.

from your vantage point, you watched the students trickling out of the building. friends said their goodbyes, and teachers you didn't even know were capable of smiling looked thrilled to be leaving. and then there was you—stuck in a moldy, forgotten room, facing the consequences of your own actions.

"shitty, dusty-ass room," you cursed under your breath, the cigarette dangling between your lips. you threw yourself into one of the chairs, fuming, when suddenly the cigarette was plucked right out of your hand.

"you know, if they catch you with this, cleaning a dusty old room will be the least of your worries."

you jumped, startled by the sudden voice. you hadn't even heard him come in. your shocked reaction seemed to amuse him; he tucked your cigarette between his own lips, taking a slow, deliberate drag before crushing it out against the window frame. you were left pouting at the waste.

"fuck, jungwon! you scared the shit out of me," you growled, your irritation peaking.

he just laughed, the sound low and smooth in the empty room. there he was. if anyone saw jungwon like this, they’d never believe it was the same "perfect boy" whose hair was always flawlessly parted and whose tie was usually adjusted to the millimeter. the guy standing in front of you had his tie hanging loose, a cocky, even looser smirk playing on his lips. the top two buttons of his shirt were undone, revealing just a hint of skin—barely anything, yet more than enough to make your stomach flip. his hair was a mess, clearly run through by frustrated fingers one too many times today. he looked delicious, and the sight sent a sudden wave of heat straight to your core.

"come to make sure i’m cleaning properly, president yang?" you teased, shifting in your chair. he rolled his eyes, scanning your body with an intensity that never failed to make you tremble.

"drop the act, y/n," he muttered, tossing his backpack onto the floor next to yours. he took the desk right in front of you, crossing his arms. you couldn't help but let your eyes wander over him, a lopsided smile on your face. "you did it again. in front of everyone."

"did what?" you asked, feigning innocence.

"challenged me. you love this, don’t you? provoking me in front of the whole school. pretending you’re the one in control when we both know you’re not."

he moved closer, and you fought the urge to scramble back. you stayed seated, battling every instinct that told you to run or give in. "i-i don't know what you're talking about," you stammered.

he laughed, his fingers suddenly hooking into your tie, yanking your face toward his. you shuddered but let him guide you until his lips were only centimeters from yours. "i guess i'll just have to remind you, then.”

the air between you turned electric, heavy with the scent of his cologne and the faint, lingering smell of the cigarette he’d just snuffed out. jungwon didn’t just look at you; he stared through you, his dark eyes stripping away every layer of your "bad girl" armor until you felt completely exposed. he yanked your tie again, forcing your chest to press against the edge of the desk.

"you think that little stunt this morning was cute? 'i don't give a fuck'?" he mimicked your voice, his tone dropping into a low, dangerous growl. "you were begging for a scene, y/n. begging for everyone to see how much of a brat you can be."

"and you gave it to me, didn't you?" you managed to bite out, though your voice lacked its usual bite. your heart was hammering against your ribs so hard it was dizzying. "you gave me exactly what i wanted. a front-row seat to the class president losing his cool."

jungwon’s smirk widened, but there was no warmth in it. it was the look of a predator who had finally cornered its prey. "i didn't lose anything. i just moved the venue."

in one fluid motion, he stood up and shoved the desk aside. the screech of metal against the floor echoed like a gunshot in the empty room. before you could even blink, his hands were on your waist, lifting you effortlessly and slamming you down onto the cold, hard surface of the teacher’s desk. the sudden impact made you gasp, your legs dangling off the edge. jungwon stepped between them immediately, his body a solid, warm weight pinning you down. he leaned over you, his palms flat on the wood on either side of your hips, trapping you.

"you love being the center of attention, right? well, you have mine now. all of it." his hand moved from the desk to your throat—not squeezing, just resting there, his thumb tracing the line of your jaw as he forced you to look at him. "now, tell me, y/n. who's really in control here?"

you swallowed hard, your wet lips parting as you looked up at him. the "perfect student" was long gone; this was the jungwon that belonged only to you—the one who knew exactly how to break your pride and make you love every second of it. "i am," you replied, your voice trembling despite the defiance you tried to cling to. your body shivered beneath his, betraying you completely.

he let out a low, husky laugh that vibrated against your skin, sending a fresh wave of goosebumps down your arms. "you are, huh? let’s see how long that lasts," he murmured, his eyes darkening with a hunger that made your stomach flip.

he didn't waste another second. his hands moved with a sudden, bruising intensity, gripping your thighs and pulling you flush against him until there wasn't a single inch of air left between you. the friction of his slacks against your bare skin made you gasp, your head hitting the desk behind you as he reclaimed your lips.

it wasn't just a kiss; it was a claim. it tasted like the smoke from your cigarette and the mint on his breath—a chaotic, intoxicating mix that made your head spin. you felt his hands slide under your skirt, his palms searing hot against your skin as they traveled higher, finally hooking into the thin edge of your lace.

his mouth continued to stake its claim, asserting his possession over you, while his fingers toyed with the hem of your panties for only a split second. with every passing second, you felt yourself growing weaker, and he seemed to feed off the way you unraveled beneath him.

"won..." you whimpered, and he smirked against your lips, biting your lower one and drawing out a sharp moan. "what is it, sweetheart? did you want to say something?"

you didn't answer with words; you just pulled him as close as possible, forcing his covered erection to grind harder against your own aching pussy.

"such a needy girl," he chuckled darkly. his hand returned to your throat, snapping your attention back to his face, while his other hand gripped your hip with bruising force, pinning you still to stop you from rubbing against him. "won, please," you begged. if your voice hadn't already betrayed your desperation, the dampness between your thighs certainly would. he let out an amused, taunting huff, giving one agonizing grind against your heat that made you let out a broken whimper.

"please?" he repeated, his voice dripping with acidity. "oh, baby... why are you begging me so prettily if you're the one in charge?"

he let go of your neck and released your body, stepping back and leaving you completely wrecked. "won, no," you complained, but he just took a step back, savoring the sight of you falling apart. he stood there, watching you unravel with a calm, practiced satisfaction.

"you never learn, do you? every time you pull that 'tough girl' act in class, we end up right here. you’d think you’d be tired of being humiliated by now."

you let out a shaky breath, your hands gripping the edge of the desk so hard your knuckles turned white. "maybe i like it."

jungwon’s eyes flashed with something dark and hungry. "i know you do. that’s the problem." he didn't rush. he walked back to you with the steady pace of someone who knew exactly how the night would end. he reached out and grabbed your chin, tilting your head up to look at his arrogant, beautiful face.

"but you were especially loud today, y/n. interrupting me, mocking me in front of everyone... you were practically begging for me to put you in your place." he moved his hand from your chin to the buttons of your shirt, his fingers moving with a terrifying efficiency. "since you wanted so much attention, i’m going to make sure you’re too sore to even think about talking back tomorrow.”

his hands began unbuttoning your shirt with a level of calm you didn't possess at the moment. all you wanted was to rip the clothes off your body, but you knew jungwon didn't work like that—you were playing his game now. he tossed your shirt into some corner of the room and smirked, squeezing your breasts over your bra before flipping you over on the teacher’s desk. he pressed your upper body against the wood, leaving your skirt-covered ass completely at his mercy. he hiked the fabric up, exposing your clothed pussy—which already had a tell-tale damp spot right in the center.

he let out a low laugh. "tell me, y/n... does watching me lose my cool in front of everyone turn you on that much?" he asked, his hand stroking your clit through the fabric. a whimper escaped your lips, but no answer followed. that silence earned you a sharp slap across your ass. "answer me."

"hm..." you whimpered. "no."

"liar." another slap stung your skin before he dug his fingers into the flesh, pulling your cheeks apart so the fabric buried itself even deeper. "you love pushing me, baby, but you always forget that you can't handle the consequences."

you were already a mess of moans and whimpers, and that was his favorite view. he could feel his own pulse thrumming in his pants, his cock hard and aching, but he wasn't going to give you what you wanted—not yet.

"w-won," you groaned, your nails clawing at the desk, searching for something to hold onto as your legs shook. the position left you blind to his movements; you were trapped, forced to wait in the dark for where he would touch you next—if he even decided to touch you at all. the silence in the room was heavy, broken only by your ragged breathing and the distant sound of a car passing by outside. you were pinned there, chest flat against the wood, feeling the cool air of the room hit your exposed skin while your lower half burned from the sting of his palm.

jungwon leaned down, his chest brushing against your back as he hovered over you. he didn't touch you with his hands this time; instead, he let the tip of his nose trail along the nape of your neck, inhaling the scent of your skin. "you're shaking," he whispered, his voice vibrating through your spine. "is it because you're scared, or because you're desperate for me to finally stop talking and put you in your place?"

you let out a broken sound, your hips twitching instinctively, trying to find that friction again. "just... please, won."

"not yet." the sound of a zipper being dragged down cut through the air like a gunshot. your heart skipped a beat, your muscles tensing in anticipation. you heard the rustle of fabric, the shifting of his weight, and then, with a sharp, impatient tug, he stripped your panties down your legs and tossed them aside, leaving you completely bare under his touch. he pressed his own bare, throbbing length against the valley of your ass, the contact so sudden and intense it made your vision blur.

he gripped your hair, not enough to hurt, but enough to force your head up so he could see your reflection in the darkened window across from the desk. "look at yourself. look at what a mess my little brat becomes when i'm the one holding the reins. you want to act like you're so unbothered? like you don't give a fuck about anything? then why are you begging me to ruin you?”

you couldn't even form a coherent thought. the feeling of him, hard and ready against you, while you remained trapped in that vulnerable position, was stripping away the last of your pride. "i'm waiting, baby," he growled, his hips giving a slow, agonizingly shallow thrust against your damp panties. "tell me what you need.”

"i need you, won. please, i need you inside me," you pleaded, feeling his smirk against the skin of your back as he planted one last lingering kiss there before sliding two fingers inside you. you let out a cry of surprise and pure frustration. "no!" you exclaimed, and he just laughed, his cock brushing against your ass while his fingers were the ones doing the work. "no, won, please..." your words were cut off by a broken moan as he curled his fingers, hitting that spot he knew all too well.

"shh, baby," he whispered, the venomous sweetness in his voice drugging you, mixing with the scent of his skin, the smoke, and the stale air of the room. "we’re at school. you wouldn’t want anyone to hear us, would you?"

you couldn't even form an answer, just shaking your head while gasping for air, trying your best to muffle your moans. he added a third finger, fucking you with a sudden, bruising rhythm that made the world around you blur into nothing but heat and friction. he hooked his leg up, pressing his thigh firmly against your neglected clit, and you had to bite your own hand to keep from screaming as the pressure built to an unbearable peak. you were right there—teeth gritted, muscles coiled, seconds away from shattering—when, just as you were reaching the edge, he abandoned you.

he pulled away completely, the sudden absence of his touch feeling like a physical blow. the cold air rushed into the space he left behind, leaving you breathless, weak-legged, and utterly lost. you stayed slumped over the desk for a moment, your body still twitching with the ghost of his touch, your head spinning from the sudden drop in intensity. the only sound in the room was the sharp, jagged rhythm of your own gasping breaths. you turned your head slightly, your eyes clouded with a mix of frustration and longing, only to find him watching you from a few feet away.

jungwon savored the sight, a permanent, cocky smirk on his lips as he stepped back, satisfied with your whimpers and the wrecked look in your eyes. he sat back in one of the chairs, finally reaching into his pants to take hold of his own neglected length, beginning to stroke himself slowly. you whimpered, confused and feeling empty, and he just laughed. "since you love running that pretty, smart mouth of yours so much, why don't you put it to good use for me?"

you breathed heavily, your own slick dripping down your thighs. your fingers traveled up his stomach, feeling the fabric of his shirt before you got to the buttons, testing his reactions. he smiled in encouragement and you unbuttoned them one by one, leaving his chest exposed. you scratched him lightly and moaned; the insistent, proud thought that only you saw him like this always ran through your head in these moments. you smiled, and he caressed your hair, looking a little more like your usual boyfriend. the thought sent a jolt straight to your core, and you whimpered.

you looked up at him, a silent question in your eyes. he just tilted his head back, a low growl rumbling in his chest. "go on," he commanded, his voice rough with suppressed desire. "show me how much you want it."

taking a deep, shaky breath, you leaned forward, letting your tongue dart out to trace the heavy underside of his shaft, tasting the sharp, salty tang of his pre-cum. he let out a sharp hiss, his body tensing in the chair. you took him in slowly, letting your lips part to encompass his head, sucking gently. the warmth filled your mouth, his size a pleasant stretch. you worked your tongue in slow, deliberate circles, teasing the sensitive tip.

jungwon's fingers tightened on the chair's arms, his jaw clenching. a low moan escaped him—a sound of pure, raw pleasure that made your pussy clench against nothing in response. you took him deeper, moving your head with more confidence, feeling the gentle pulse against your tongue. he was already so hard, so ready, and the thought that you were the one doing this to him, bringing him to the edge, sent a thrill of power through your trembling body. you swallowed, pulling back just enough to lick your way down his shaft, savoring every inch, before taking him deep again, feeling him push subtly further into your throat.

"that's it, baby," he breathed, his voice strained. he reached down, his fingers burying themselves in your hair, guiding your head—not roughly, but with an insistent rhythm that had you gagging softly against him. "just like that. you were always so good at this.”

the sound of your soft gags seemed to fuel him, a dark flicker of satisfaction crossing his face even as his breath hitched. he didn't pull back; instead, his hand remained firm in your hair, his thumb stroking the shell of your ear in a way that felt almost like a reward for your obedience. he was unraveling, but he was doing it on his own terms.

"don't stop," he commanded, his voice dropping into a low, gravelly warning. "i didn't tell you to slow down, did i?"

you tried to look up at him, your eyes watering from the depth, but he kept your head pinned in place, forcing you to focus entirely on the sensation of him. his hips gave a sharp, sudden thrust, a raw groan tearing from his throat that he didn't even try to stifle this time. the sound vibrated through your chest, making your pussy ache with a desperate need for more.

you worked your tongue around the head, trying to swirl it just the way you knew drove him crazy, but jungwon was reaching a point where finesse didn't matter anymore. he needed the heat, the raw friction of your mouth. his other hand came down to grip your shoulder, his knuckles white as he anchored himself against you.

"fuck," he hissed, his head falling back against the chair, his throat bared and pulsing. "you're doing this on purpose, aren't you? trying to see how long i can keep my cool?"

he let out a jagged breath, his fingers tightening in your hair just enough to make you whimper against him. it was a reminder—a silent promise that no matter how much you made him struggle, he was still the one in charge. he leaned forward, his face inches from yours, his dark eyes blown wide and shimmering with a hunger that felt dangerous.

"look at me," he rasped, waiting until your tear-filled eyes met his. "who's in charge?"

you slowly pulled your mouth away from his length, finally giving him exactly what he wanted to hear. "you are, won."

you felt him throb against your hand, harder than before, his body coiled like a spring at the sound of his name and your surrender.

"good girl," he murmured with a dark, satisfied smile. he gripped your arms, firmly guiding you to stand up with him. your legs felt like lead, barely able to hold your own weight; if it weren't for his possessive grip on your waist, you would have collapsed right there on the dusty floor.

he steered you back toward the teacher’s desk, but this time, he didn't just pin you against it. he lifted you with ease, laying you flat on your back across the wood. he adjusted your body, spreading your legs wide until you were completely open and exposed to him under the dim lights of the old music room.

jungwon let out a low, guttural growl at the sight of you, finally positioning himself at your entrance. one hand braced his weight over your body while the other gripped your thigh so possessively his knuckles turned white. he leaned in, capturing your lips in a bruising kiss just as he drove himself deep into your cunt in one heavy thrust.

the force of him swallowed your sharp gasp, his mouth devouring the sounds of your surrender. he didn't give you a single second to adjust, immediately sinking into a rhythm that was hard and punishing—the kind of depth only he could reach.

the rhythmic creak of the desk was the only sound in the room, aside from your ragged breathing and his low, needy groans. jungwon was relentless, his pace increasing until every thrust felt like it was hitting the very back of you. he leaned down, his lips brushing against your ear, hot and damp.

"you’re taking it so well, baby," he rasped, his voice a vibration that went straight to your core. "is this what you wanted? to have your class president ruin you on this desk?"

you were spiraling, your head tossing back against the wood as the pleasure began to peak. you were so close, your walls twitching around him in a desperate plea for release. sensing you were right on the edge, jungwon reached down, his thumb finding your clit and beginning to circle it with a steady, maddening pressure.

the double stimulation was too much. your vision blurred, and a broken sob escaped your throat as you hit your climax. at that exact moment, jungwon let out a choked, primal sound. he pushed his chest away from yours, bracing his arms on the desk so he could look down and watch himself pumping you full of his load.

you watched him too—the sight of him undone, his head thrown back and his jaw tight as he spilled deep inside you. you felt every hot, thick pulse of his seed filling your cunt, a heavy warmth that anchored you to the desk. it was a complete, messy surrender, and as he finally slumped forward to bury his face in the crook of your neck, you knew neither of you would ever be the same.

"baby, i—" you were cut short by a sharp noise from the other side of the door.

"y/n?" your heart skipped a beat at the sound of chaewon’s melodic voice. you froze, paralyzed by the sudden intrusion, but jungwon moved with lightning speed. he pulled out of you, quickly tucking himself back into his trousers. he barely had time to throw his own shirt over your bare chest in a desperate attempt to cover you before the door swung open.

chaewon stood there, frozen. she found the two of you flushed, covered in sweat, and unmistakably post-sex. her eyes widened, darting from you to jungwon for a split second before her face turned a bright, stinging red. she slammed the door shut instantly.

"oh my god, i'm so sorry!" you heard her shout from the hallway. despite the heat burning in your own cheeks, you couldn't help but laugh—at her reaction, at the situation, and at jungwon, who looked absolutely lost as he scrambled around the room, frantically gathering your scattered clothes.

he moved toward you, his usual composed demeanor replaced by a frantic, endearing clumsiness as he helped you slip into your clothes. once you both looked somewhat presentable, jungwon took a deep breath, trying to reclaim some of his dignity, and opened the door to let her in.

chaewon stepped back inside, her gaze glued to the floor, pointedly avoiding any eye contact with him. the room was thick with awkwardness, but jungwon just leaned over, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to your forehead. "i'll call you later," he whispered, his voice still a little raspy. he gave a final, bashful wave toward chaewon before hurrying out of the room, looking like the school’s most embarrassed class president.

silence hung between you and chaewon for a long moment until she finally looked up, her eyebrows raised. "so... you don't have anything you want to tell me?"

you just laughed, giving a casual shrug as you fixed your hair. "wonyoung is actually dating some guy who’s already in college.”

part 2 coming soon!

Your coach pulled you aside one morning and said, "We're moving you to pairs. It's the only way you're going to learn how to feel something on the ice." You argued at first—pairs meant trusting someone else with your body, your jumps, your safety—but you didn't have a choice. Not if you wanted to compete at the senior level, not if you wanted medals that actually mattered.

That's when they introduced you to Park Sunghoon.

He was already on the ice when you arrived at the rink that first morning, gliding through smooth, precise figure eights in the center. His blades carved clean lines into the surface, the sound soft and rhythmic. He wore simple black practice pants and a fitted black thermal top that outlined his tall, athletic frame—broad shoulders tapering to a lean waist. His dark hair fell slightly over his forehead, moving with each turn, giving him that effortlessly striking look he was known for.

He didn't stop skating when you stepped onto the barrier. Didn't acknowledge you right away. Only after a few more laps did he slow and glide over, coming to a precise stop in front of you. You had to look up to meet his eyes—dark, sharp, and completely unreadable. He took a moment to study you quietly, his gaze steady and assessing.

"You're smaller than I expected," he said at last, his voice low and even, carrying that calm, controlled tone you'd heard in interviews.

It wasn't warm or cold—just an observation. Then, without another word, he pushed off and returned to the center of the ice, clearly expecting you to follow. And you did.

The first trial lift set the tone for everything to come. His hands found your waist and thighs with confident precision, lifting you overhead in a simple press as if it required no effort at all. You felt the steady power in his hold, the way he kept perfect balance beneath you. When he lowered you back down, your bodies brushed briefly before your blades touched the ice again.

The coaches watching from the sidelines were immediately excited. "The contrast is perfect," they said, clapping their hands. "Your lines against his strength—this pairing has real potential."

Sunghoon didn't smile or celebrate. He just nodded once, his expression thoughtful, almost calculating. As if he'd already mapped out exactly how this partnership would work.

From that very first day, without ever spelling it out, he established the dynamic.

You were his partner now.

His to guide.

His to push.

His to shape into the skater—and maybe more—that he knew you could become.

As you left the ice that afternoon, still feeling the echo of his hands on your body, you sensed the first flicker of something intense building between you.

Something beyond the routines and elements.

The days blur into weeks, and every morning you step into the rink feeling a mix of dread and anticipation that knots tight in your stomach.

Sunghoon is always there first, already warmed up, carving perfect edges into the ice like he owns the entire surface. He doesn’t wave or smile when you walk in—just a quick glance that lingers a fraction longer than necessary before he continues his laps. You lace up quickly, heart pounding a little faster than it should, and join him on the ice. No good mornings. No easy chatter. Just the sharp scrape of blades and the quiet understanding that practice has begun the second your skates touch the rink.

The schedule is punishing. Six to eight hours a day, sometimes more. You start with basic stroking and pair holds—his hands finding your waist with practiced accuracy, pulling you close so your bodies move as one. His palms are warm through the thin fabric of your practice top, fingers splaying wide across your ribs as he corrects your posture. “Back straighter,” he says quietly, breath brushing the shell of your ear. You obey instantly, arching just enough that your chest grazes his, and you feel the subtle shift in his grip—tighter, more possessive, like he’s testing how much control you’ll surrender without being told.

The lifts come next, and they never get easier.

He starts with the simpler ones: a press lift where he grips one hand firmly on your upper thigh, the other at your hip, and raises you high above his head. You’re weightless for those few seconds, completely at his mercy, trusting the strength in his arms and the perfect balance of his stance. When he lowers you, it’s slow and controlled—your body sliding down the front of his until your blades touch the ice again. Your chest brushes his torso, your hips align for a heartbeat too long, and you feel the heat radiating off him despite the freezing air. His hand on your thigh lingers every time, thumb sweeping once across the inner seam of your tights before he steps back like nothing happened.

You tell yourself it’s just the nature of pairs skating. Contact is inevitable. Intimacy is required for the elements to look effortless.

But you know it’s more than that.

You catch him watching you when you think he isn’t looking. During warm-up stretches on the boards—when you bend forward, reaching for your toes, back arched and legs straight—his eyes darken, fixed on the line of your body. When you do off-ice conditioning later in the gym—core work that leaves you trembling, sweat tracing paths down your neck and between your breasts—he stands nearby with arms crossed, gaze steady and unreadable. “Again,” he says calmly as you hold a plank until your arms shake. “Don’t drop until I say.” And you don’t. You hold it until tears prick at the corners of your eyes, until every muscle screams, because the weight of his attention feels heavier than any physical strain.

There are moments that feel deliberate, even if he never admits it.

During pair spins, his hand is supposed to stay at your waist, but it drifts lower—fingers curling possessively over the curve of your hip, pulling you tighter into the blur of motion. When he catches you after a throw jump, he doesn’t just steady you—he yanks you in hard, your body colliding with his chest, your face tucked briefly against his neck before he releases you.

You feel the rapid thud of his heartbeat against your own, the way his breathing hitches for just a second, and you wonder if he feels yours racing too.

He never comments on it. Never acknowledges the tension that thickens the air between you with every practice. But you see it in the way his jaw tightens when you bite your lip in concentration. In the slight narrowing of his eyes when you laugh at something a coach says. In the way he adjusts your positioning over and over—hands sliding along your arms, your waist, your thighs—until every inch of you is hyper-aware of exactly where he is at all times.

By the end of each session, you’re exhausted—muscles burning, lungs raw from the cold air, skin flushed and sensitive. You strip off your gloves and hat in the locker room, replaying every touch, every glance, every quiet command. Your body aches in ways that have nothing to do with skating. You go home, shower, and lie awake thinking about the way his hands felt on you, the low timbre of his voice when he corrects you, the unspoken promise in his eyes that this is only the beginning.

You know he’s holding back.

And every day, you want him to stop.

It happens about three months into your partnership, during a week-long intensive training camp at a remote facility outside Seoul. The rink is smaller than you're used to, the air thicker with humidity from recent resurfacing, and the schedule is relentless—no days off, no distractions, just ice time from dawn until the lights dim late at night.

Your free skate program that season is sensual by design. The choreographer wanted passion, longing, the kind of emotion the judges always say you're missing. The music is slow and heavy with strings, full of dramatic pauses and intimate moments. There are long, lingering lifts where your body drapes over Sunghoon's shoulder, spreads where your legs open wide around his hips as he carries you across the ice, and a death spiral that pulls you so low your hair sweeps the surface while his grip on your hand and thigh never wavers.

You've been running the program over and over, refining every detail. Sunghoon is meticulous—stopping every time something feels even slightly off, making you repeat sections until your legs burn and your lungs ache. He's been quieter than usual all week, his focus razor-sharp, his touches during elements firmer, more deliberate. You tell yourself it's just the pressure of camp, the upcoming competitions looming.

But on this particular afternoon, something shifts.

You're midway through a full run-through. The music swells into the big lift sequence—the one where he grips your upper thighs from behind, hoists you high, and then flips you forward so you're facing him, legs wrapped around his waist for a slow rotational carry. It's meant to look effortless, romantic, charged with tension.

This time, you lean into it more than you should.

As he lifts you, you arch your back harder, letting your body press fully against his. Your chest molds to his torso, your hips roll subtly against him as you settle into the hold. You feel it immediately—the way he stiffens beneath you, not from strain but from something else. A low, almost imperceptible hitch in his breath against your ear. The sudden tension in his arms as he completes the rotation, lowering you slowly, deliberately, your body sliding down his until your blades touch the ice.

You land perfectly, but he doesn't let go right away. His hands stay on your thighs, fingers digging in just enough to hold you there for an extra beat. When the music moves into the next element, he releases you abruptly and skates ahead, jaw tight, eyes fixed forward.

The rest of the run-through is flawless on the surface, but the air between you crackles. You feel his gaze on you during every transition, every hold. By the time the final pose hits—your body bent backward over his arm, his face inches from yours—the silence after the music ends feels deafening.

The coaches clap and call it a day, praising the improvement in "emotional connection." Everyone starts packing up, heading to dinner. You linger by the boards, unlacing your skates slowly, heart pounding for reasons you can't quite name.

Sunghoon doesn't leave with the others.

He skates slow laps at first, cooling down, but you feel his attention on you the entire time. When the last coach waves goodbye and the doors close behind them, the rink falls quiet except for the soft hum of the refrigeration and the scrape of his blades.

Finally, he stops. Skates over to where you're sitting on the barrier, still in your practice dress—black this time, sleeveless, with a low back that exposes your spine. He doesn't sit. Just stands in front of you, tall and imposing, arms loose at his sides.

"You did that on purpose."

His voice is low, controlled, but there's an edge beneath it you've never heard before.

You look up at him, trying to keep your expression neutral even as your pulse races. "Did what?"

He steps closer, close enough that you have to part your knees slightly to make room for him between your legs. One hand comes up slowly, fingers brushing a loose strand of hair from your cheek before settling under your chin, tilting your face up to hold your gaze.

"That lift. The way you moved against me. You've been doing little things like that for weeks—pressing closer than you need to, holding eye contact longer, breathing harder when my hands are on you."

His thumb traces your lower lip, light but deliberate. Your breath catches.

"I thought I could ignore it," he continues, voice dropping even lower. "Focus on the skating. But you're making it hard. Very hard."

The double meaning hangs heavy between you. Heat floods your cheeks, your body, but you don't pull away.

"I didn't mean—" you start, but he cuts you off with a slight shake of his head.

"Don't lie. Not about this."

His eyes search yours, dark and intense, like he's looking for something specific. Permission, maybe. Or confirmation.

You swallow hard. "What if I was?"

The corner of his mouth lifts—just barely. Not quite a smile, but close.

"Then you should know the consequences."

He leans in, close enough that his next words brush warm against your lips.

"Every time you distract me like that, I lose focus. And I don't like losing focus."

His hand slides from your chin to the side of your neck, thumb resting lightly over your pulse point. It jumps under his touch.

"So from now on," he murmurs, "every distraction has a price. You'll pay for it. On the ice. Off hielo. However I decide."

Your breath is shallow, body thrumming with anticipation and nerves and something hotter, deeper.

"Do you understand?"

You nod, barely.

"Say it."

"I understand."

His eyes darken further. He holds your gaze for a long moment, then steps back abruptly, the space between you suddenly cold.

"Good."

He turns and skates away, leaving you sitting there breathless, thighs pressed together, heart hammering against your ribs.

That night, lying awake in your small camp dorm room, you replay every second of it—the feel of his thumb on your lip, the weight of his words, the promise in his voice.

You know things have changed permanently.

And for the first time all season, you can't wait for tomorrow's practice.

The rest of the season turns into a slow, exquisite torture that you both pretend isn't happening.

After that night at training camp, Sunghoon doesn't bring up the "consequences" again—not directly. He doesn't need to. The promise hangs in the air every single day, woven into every touch, every glance, every correction he gives you on the ice. What started as subtle tension evolves into something deliberate, controlled, and entirely his.

Punishments begin small and disguised as training.

You miss a timing cue during a twist lift? He makes you repeat it twenty times until your core is screaming and your thighs tremble so badly you can barely stand. "Again," he says calmly each time you land, his hands steadying your waist longer than necessary, thumbs pressing into the dips above your hips. When you're finally shaking and breathless, he leans in close under the guise of checking your form. "Better. But you know why we're doing this, don't you?" His voice is so low only you can hear. You nod, cheeks burning, and he releases you with the faintest curve of his lips.

You wear a new practice dress one day—shorter than usual, with a slightly lower neckline because the choreographer said it would photograph better for promotions. Sunghoon's eyes flick over you the moment you step onto the ice. He doesn't say a word about it during the entire session, but every lift feels different. His grip on your thighs is tighter, fingers splayed wider, pulling you harder against his body on every entry and exit. By the end of practice, the insides of your thighs are marked with faint red imprints from his hands, and you're so wound up you have to sit in the locker room for ten minutes just to calm your breathing.

Travel becomes its own kind of hell.

Because of scheduling and "team bonding," you end up sharing hotel rooms on the competition circuit more often than not. Sunghoon is always professional on the surface—polite, quiet, giving you first pick of the bed closest to the window. But then he changes in front of you without hesitation: peeling off his shirt slowly, revealing the sharp lines of his back and shoulders, the way his muscles shift as he reaches for a clean t-shirt. He stretches in the small space between the beds, arms overhead, abs flexing, knowing exactly where your eyes are. You pretend to scroll on your phone, but your reflection in the dark screen gives you away.

Some nights, he walks out of the bathroom in nothing but low-slung sweatpants, towel-drying his hair, water droplets still clinging to his collarbones. He catches you staring once and doesn't look away. Just holds your gaze in the mirror until you break first, face hot, thighs pressing together under the covers.

"Problem?" he asks softly, voice laced with amusement.

You shake your head, unable to speak.

He never touches you beyond what's required for skating. Never crosses that final line. But he finds a thousand ways to remind you who's in control.

During warm-ups at competitions, when the rink is crowded and chaotic, he'll skate up behind you and adjust your ponytail—fingers brushing the nape of your neck, lingering just long enough to make you shiver. In interviews, when reporters ask about your chemistry, he'll stand just a fraction too close, his hand resting lightly on your (perfectly appropriate) at the small of your back, but you feel the heat of his palm like a brand.

And the whispers—God, the whispers.

After a particularly strong performance where the crowd goes wild for your emotional connection, he waits until you're both off the ice and away from cameras before leaning in.

"You felt that out there?" he murmurs against your ear as you remove your skate guards. "That's what happens when you stop fighting me."

Or after a mistake in competition that costs you a few points: in the kiss-and-cry, while waiting for scores, his hand finds yours under the jacket draped over your laps. He squeezes once—firm, possessive—then traces a slow circle on your palm with his thumb. "We'll fix that later," he says under his breath. "My way."

You start living for those moments. For the way his control makes your body hum with anticipation. You find yourself pushing boundaries on purpose—holding his gaze a second too long during programs, arching into lifts more dramatically, letting your hands linger on his chest when he catches you. Each time, you see the flicker in his eyes, the tightening of his jaw. You know you're adding to some invisible tally he's keeping.

And you know he's going to collect.

By the time nationals approach—the final qualifier before the big international assignments—the tension between you is a living thing. Thick enough to taste. Heavy enough that coaches comment on how "intense" your partnership has become, how it's translating beautifully into your skating.

They have no idea.

You have no idea how much longer he can keep this up without snapping.

Or how much longer you can survive without begging him to.

Nationals are tomorrow. The qualifier that decides everything: who gets the international assignments, who gets the funding, who gets to dream about Worlds and beyond. The pressure has been building for weeks, layers of expectation pressing down on every practice, every run-through, every breath you take on the ice.

Today's session is meant to be light: one full run-through of the short program, one of the free skate, then some light elements and cool-down. No corrections. No stops. Just flow and confidence-building before competition day. The coaches are optimistic, saying your programs have never looked better, that the chemistry between you and Sunghoon is electric.

They have no idea how right they are.

You step onto the ice feeling the familiar knot of nerves in your stomach, but underneath it is something else: anticipation. All season you've been dancing around this edge, pushing just enough to feel his response, pulling back before it goes too far. Today, with the end of the season so close, with everything on the line, you decide not to pull back.

The short program goes perfectly. Clean throws, perfect timing, lifts that draw gasps from the few staff members watching. Sunghoon's focus is unbreakable on the surface: his expressions sharp and intense, his holds steady and commanding. But you feel the tension in his body every time your skin meets his. The way his fingers press a little harder into your waist during the pair spin. The way his eyes lock onto yours during the final pose and stay there long after the music ends.

The coaches applaud. Someone jokes that you're ready to win the whole thing. Sunghoon doesn't smile. He just nods once and skates to the center for the free skate.

This program is the dangerous one. The sensual one. Four minutes of slow builds and dramatic releases, of bodies pressed close and movements that blur the line between athletic and intimate.

You know every moment that could be weaponized.

Every lift where you could arch just a fraction more. Every transition where your hips could roll against his in a way that's impossible to ignore.

You use them all.

From the opening steps, you lean into the choreography harder than ever. In the first spread eagle lift, you let your back arch deeply, chest pressing fully against his as he carries you. During the transitional hold where your leg hooks high around his waist, you shift your weight deliberately, letting your body grind against his for one slow, deliberate second. You feel his reaction immediately: the sharp inhale against your neck, the way his grip tightens almost painfully on your thigh.

He doesn't falter. Not outwardly. The elements stay clean, the timing perfect. But you see the storm building in his eyes every time your gazes meet. You feel it in the increasing force behind each catch, each lift.

The breaking point comes during the big rotational lift near the end: the one where he holds you high above his head, one hand on your hip, the other gripping your upper thigh from behind, and spins slowly across the ice. As he enters the lift, you roll your hips back against his shoulder, pressing yourself firmly against the hard line of his body. You let out the softest breath: not quite a moan, but close enough. Close enough that only he can hear it over the swelling music.

His arms tremble. Not from your weight, but from something else. The spin slows for a fraction of a second before he corrects it, lowering you with perfect control. But when your blades touch the ice again, his hands don't release right away. They hold you there, fingers digging into your flesh, body pressed flush against yours from chest to thigh.

The music ends. The final pose holds: your body bent backward over his arm, one leg extended high, his face inches from your throat.

The coaches erupt in applause from the sidelines. "Beautiful! That's the one that'll win it!" someone shouts. "Take that energy into tomorrow!"

Sunghoon doesn't move. Doesn't acknowledge them. His eyes are locked on yours, dark and burning with something that makes your heart stutter.

"Enough," he says under his breath, so low only you can hear. The word is quiet, but it carries the weight of every moment he's been holding back all season.

The coaches call it a day. Perfect timing. Rest now. Ice baths. Early dinner. Everyone starts packing up, chatting excitedly about tomorrow. You linger by the boards, removing your gloves slowly, watching as the rink empties person by person.

Sunghoon doesn't help pack. Doesn't cool down properly. He skates slow laps around the perimeter, waiting.

The last coach waves goodbye. The door closes with a heavy thud.

The rink is empty.

Silent except for the low hum of the lights and the soft scrape of his blades as he stops in the center.

He looks at you.

Then he skates to the main entrance.

You hear the click of the lock engaging.

Echoing through the vast, empty space.

He turns back to face you, expression unreadable in the harsh overhead lights.

"All season," he says, voice carrying easily across the ice. Calm. Controlled. But laced with something dangerous.

"You've been pushing."

He starts skating toward you slowly.

"Testing."

Closer now.

"Teasing."

He stops just in front of the barrier where you're standing.

"Today's the last time."

His hand reaches out, fingers wrapping firmly around your wrist.

"Get off the ice."

It's not a request.

He pulls you toward the door that leads to the locker rooms. Not roughly, but with absolute certainty. You follow without resisting, heart pounding so hard you can barely hear anything else.

The men's locker room door opens under his hand. He guides you inside, the heavy door swinging shut behind you both.

The click of that lock echoes too.

You're alone now.

Truly alone.

And whatever has been building all season is finally, finally about to break.

The door locks with a final, heavy click that echoes through the empty locker room. The air is colder in here than on the ice, sharp with the faint metallic tang of equipment and lingering traces of sweat from earlier practices. Rows of lockers line the walls, benches run down the center, and on one side, a long wall of mirrors reflects everything: the dim overhead lights, the scattered towels, and now you and Sunghoon standing in the middle of it all.

He doesn't speak at first. Just looks at you, his dark eyes unblinking, chest rising and falling steadily while yours races. Then he steps forward, closing the small distance between you, and the heat radiating from his body cuts through the chill.

"Take off your dress."

His voice is low, calm, but there's no mistaking the command in it. Your hands tremble as you reach for the hem of your practice dress, pulling it up and over your head in one motion. You're left in just your tights, panties, and sports bra, goosebumps rising instantly across your exposed skin. He watches every second, gaze dragging slowly over your body like he's memorizing it.

"Everything."

You obey. Bra next, then tights and panties peeled down together, leaving you completely naked under the harsh lights. Your nipples harden immediately from the cold and from the way he's looking at you, like you're something he finally gets to unwrap after months of waiting.

Sunghoon steps closer, circling you slowly. His fingertips trail lightly over your shoulder, down your spine, making you shiver. When he's behind you, he presses his front to your back, letting you feel that he's already hard, thick length straining against his pants and pressing firmly against your ass.

"All season," he murmurs against your ear, lips brushing the sensitive skin there, "You've been teasing this pretty little body at me. Grinding on me during lifts. Moaning softly when my hands are on your thighs. Making me lose focus."

His hands slide around your waist, one splaying possessively over your stomach, the other cupping your breast, thumb flicking your nipple until you gasp.

"Tonight, you don't get to tease anymore. Tonight, you take what I give you."

He releases you abruptly and walks to his gear bag on the bench. From it, he pulls out his skates, unlacing one long white skate lace with deliberate slowness. Your breath catches as he returns, taking both your wrists in one hand and raising them above your head.

The lace is cool and smooth as he binds your wrists tightly together, knotting it securely before looping the excess around a high locker handle. It stretches you up onto your toes, arms pulled high, body completely exposed and helpless. Your breasts thrust forward, back slightly arched, legs parted just enough to keep balance.

Sunghoon steps back to admire his work. His eyes are darker now, pupils blown wide.

"Look at you," he says softly, voice laced with approval and something filthier. "So fucking perfect like this. Tied up and waiting for me."

He moves to the injury cooler in the corner, the one always stocked with ice packs and loose cubes. Scoops a handful into a thin towel, letting a few cubes clink audibly as he wraps it loosely.

The first touch of ice against your nipple makes you cry out, sharp and sudden. The cold burns, shocking your heated skin as he circles it slowly, watching the peak harden impossibly further. He switches to the other nipple, pinching it lightly between frozen fingers until tears prick at the corners of your eyes from the intensity.

Down your stomach next, tracing icy paths over your ribs, your navel, teasing the sensitive skin just above your pussy. Your thighs tremble as he kneels in front of you, spreading your legs wider with firm hands. He binds one ankle loosely to the bench leg with another lace, ensuring you stay open for him.

Then the ice trails lower.

Along your inner thighs first, slow dragging lines that make you sob from the freezing burn. Your skin feels alive, every nerve screaming. When he finally presses a single cube directly to your clit, you jerk hard against the bindings, a broken cry escaping your lips.

"Sunghoon, please, it's too cold,"

He holds it there mercilessly, rubbing in tight circles while you shake and sob, tears starting to spill down your cheeks.

"Shh," he soothes, voice deceptively gentle. "Take it for me. Such a good girl, crying so pretty already."

Another cube joins the first, sliding through your soaked folds, teasing your entrance without pushing inside. The contrast of freezing cold against your dripping heat is maddening. Your pussy clenches around nothing, aching for friction, for warmth, for him.

"Please," you whimper, tears streaming freely now. "Please touch me. I need,"

He stands slowly, pressing his clothed body against your naked one, letting you feel how hard he is.

"You need what?" he asks, lips brushing yours. "Need me to warm this needy cunt up? After all the times you've made me hard on the ice, you think you deserve it yet?"

You nod frantically, sobbing harder.

He smiles, dark and slow.

"Not yet."

He drops the towel, letting the remaining cubes scatter across the floor, and replaces cold with heat: his mouth closing over your clit in one hot, wet suck that makes you scream from the sudden shift. His tongue is relentless, licking broad stripes through your folds, fucking into your entrance while two fingers plunge deep and curl hard.

You climb fast, higher than you thought possible after the ice, hips bucking desperately against his face. But right as your walls start fluttering, right as you're teetering on the edge, he pulls away completely.

You wail in frustration, tears flowing freely, body shaking with denial.

He does it again.

And again.

Fingers pumping fast and deep, thumb grinding your clit, then stopping just before you tip over.

Tongue fucking you until you're babbling, then withdrawing.

He even grabs a vibrator from his bag, small and powerful, pressing it directly to your clit on the lowest setting while he watches your face, edging you for what feels like forever.

Every time you get close, he stops. Every time, you cry harder, begging incoherently.

"Please Sunghoon, please let me cum, I'll be good, I'll do anything,"

"Look at you," he growls, biting your inner thigh hard enough to leave marks. "Such a needy little whore, crying for my cock. This pussy's been distracting me all season. You cum when I say, not before."

He edges you until you're a wreck: body trembling violently, face soaked with tears, voice hoarse from sobbing his name. Until every nerve is on fire and you're barely coherent, dangling from the laces, completely at his mercy.

Only then does he stand, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, eyes locked on your broken, desperate expression.

"Good girl," he praises softly, thumb brushing away a tear before licking it off his finger. "Now we can really start."

Sunghoon finally reaches up and unties the skate laces from the locker handle, your wrists still bound together but free now. Your arms drop heavily, tingling as blood rushes back, but before you can rub them, he spins you around roughly and pushes you forward toward the long wall of mirrors.

Your bound hands slap against the cool glass for balance, palms pressing flat as he kicks your legs wider apart. The reflection stares back at you: naked, trembling, tear-streaked face flushed and desperate, nipples red from the ice, thighs glistening with your own arousal and the melted water trailing down your skin. You look completely wrecked already, and he hasn't even fucked you yet.

"Look at yourself," he says, voice rough as he steps in close behind you, one hand fisting your hair to yank your head up so you're forced to meet your own eyes in the mirror. "This is what you've been begging for all season. This pretty, crying mess."

His other hand works quickly at his pants, shoving them down just enough to free his cock. It's thick, hard, flushed dark with how long he's been holding back, precum already beading at the tip. You watch in the mirror as he strokes himself once, twice, eyes locked on your exposed pussy, swollen and dripping onto the floor between your feet.

"Please," you sob, pushing your hips back desperately. "Sunghoon, please fuck me. I can't take any more."

He lines up, the fat head of his cock nudging your entrance, sliding through your slick folds but not pushing in yet. He leans over you, chest to your back, lips brushing your ear.

"Such a pretty little slut," he murmurs, voice dripping with dark praise. "Crying and begging so beautifully for my cock. You've earned this."

With one brutal thrust, he slams into you to the hilt.

You scream, the stretch burning as he fills you completely, bottoming out against your cervix in a way that makes stars explode behind your eyes. He's thick, longer than you've ever taken, and the angle has him dragging against every sensitive spot inside you on the first stroke.

He doesn't give you time to adjust. Just pulls back and thrusts in again, harder, deeper, setting a punishing rhythm that has your body jolting forward with every snap of his hips. The mirrors shake slightly from the force, your bound hands squeaking against the glass as you try to brace yourself.

"Watch," he growls, tightening his grip in your hair to force your head up again. "Watch me fuck this needy cunt. Watch how deep I go."

You can't look away. The reflection is obscene: his muscular body towering over yours, hips slamming into your ass, cock disappearing inside you over and over, glistening with your wetness every time he pulls out. You see the way your pussy clenches around him greedily, the way your thighs shake, the fresh tears spilling down your cheeks from the overwhelming intensity.

"So fucking tight," he groans, one hand sliding down to grip your throat from behind, fingers pressing just enough to make your head spin. "Taking me so well. Like this pussy was made for my cock."

You sob his name, walls fluttering around him as you get dangerously close again, the coil tightening fast after all the edging.

He feels it immediately and slows, grinding deep but not giving you the speed you need. "Not yet," he says, voice edged with control. "You cum when I say. Not before."

He fucks you like that for what feels like hours: brutal thrusts that make you see stars, then slow, grinding rolls of his hips that keep you teetering on the edge without falling. Every time you get close, he stops or changes pace, denying you again and again until you're crying harder, babbling pleas that don't even make sense.

"Please let me cum, please, I'll be good, I'll never distract you again, just please,"

He laughs low and dark, biting down on your shoulder hard enough to leave teeth marks.

"Liar. You'll do it again tomorrow. And I'll punish you again."

His hand slips around to your clit, rubbing tight, fast circles that finally, finally push you over.

"Cum," he commands, slamming in deep. "Cum on my cock like the desperate little whore you are."

You shatter.

The orgasm rips through you violently, harder than any you've ever had, your pussy clamping down on him as you squirt messily around his cock, soaking his thighs and the floor beneath you. Your legs buckle, but he holds you up by the throat and hair, fucking you through it mercilessly, drawing it out until you're sobbing from overstimulation.

But he doesn't stop.

He forces you into another one almost immediately, fingers still on your clit, cock hitting that spot inside you relentlessly.

"Again," he demands. "I want more tears. Want you crying harder on my cock."

You do. You cum again, vision blurring, body shaking violently as another wave crashes over you, squirting even harder this time.

He keeps going, pounding into you through orgasm after orgasm until you're a broken, trembling mess: tears streaming endlessly, voice hoarse from screaming his name, pussy swollen and oversensitive but still clenching greedily around him.

Only when you're completely limp, barely able to hold yourself up against the mirror, does he finally let himself go.

"Fuck," he groans, burying himself deep one last time. "Take it all,"

His cock pulses inside you, hot cum flooding your cunt in thick spurts as he cums with a low, guttural sound against your neck.

He stays inside you, breathing hard, one hand gently stroking your hip now, almost tender after the brutality.

You watch in the mirror as he softens slowly, still plugging you full, his cum already starting to leak out around his cock.

"Good girl," he whispers, pressing a kiss to your tear-stained cheek. "So fucking perfect."

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You remembered the first time you saw him, the first time you smelled him. Standing in front of the Neocity pack leaders, pleading for an open door, a new home. He had stared at you with a scrupulous eye, suspicious of your intentions. It wasn’t a secret that the Neocity pack was full of alphas. But there were more pressing matters at hand— you had to get away. 

Johnny had never seemed as affected by you as you felt by him. Your knees nearly buckled every time you were in his presence, and it was often that he barely gave you a passing glance. 

You weren’t even sure why he was here. You’d mentioned getting a job at the local coffee shop during the last pack meeting, earning a few supportive smiles. Mark and Jungwoo had come in earlier this week to see you, but in the short time in the city, you would consider them your closest friends. 

But Johnny? He didn’t seem interested in being anything more than your friendly next door neighbor. Or, at least he was friendly with everyone but you. You saw how he acted with the rest of the pack. All smiles and jokes and support. 

But with you… maybe you smelled bad to him or something. Why were you never on the receiving end of his silly dad jokes and supportive grins?

You stood behind the register, trying to lift your mouth into a customer service smile as he walked up to the counter. Your nerves were getting the better of you, but you held onto the register like it was your lifeline.

“Hi,” you said in a small voice, forgetting your rehearsed service lines. His presence was overwhelming. Sure, he was one of the three top alphas in the pack, which naturally made him more intimidating, but it was his physical presence that made you feel flushed and sweaty. You didn't even need to think about his power and authority. 

“Hey,” he offered a smile. You found it was quite pretty when it was directed at you.  “Could I get an Iced Americano?”

You nodded, plugging the order into the computer robotically. He paid for the drink with cash, and you prayed to the goddess he didn't notice your trembling hands or the way your fingers lingered against his. Every point of contact felt electrified to you. Your heat was coming in the next few weeks— it must be that. 

He seemed to pause as you passed the printed sticker and cup to your coworker.

“Uh, actually,” he spoke up, “I was wondering if you could make it?”

Your eyes went wide, trying to stutter out a response about being on register today. Why did he want you to make it? 

“Please?”

Johnny wasn’t the type of alpha who seemed like he was used to begging for anything. He asked nicely, the words soft, almost like he was trying hard to keep any hint of alpha command from them.  

You always wondered if alpha commands were even truly a thing, or if omegas just melted whenever the right alpha asked. You felt like you might do anything to make him happy, despite his typically cold demeanor toward you during your few interactions. 

Just as you called your coworker to return the cup, you heard the bell ring at the entrance. This was no unusual occurrence, but glancing up at the door sent your entire world spiraling in an instant. 

You couldn’t contain a gasp, lowering your face to hide from the unwelcome intruder. How was he even here?

“Y/N?” Johnny spoke. You knew your scent was spiking with fear as he asked, “Omega, what’s wrong?”

You quickly glanced up at him, your eyes wide. Johnny’s own eyes were full of alarm. 

The wheels in your brain were turning, searching for a solution before the alpha spotted you. You thought you were safe here. No one from your former pack even knew where you disappeared to. You didn’t think anyone, not even he would deign to follow you into the territory of such an alpha-populous city. 

You couldn’t go back. You were finally settling into a new routine, in a new space, and for the first time in your life, you had a small taste of freedom. The city was wonderful, the pack was great and even the standoffish alpha that didn’t seem to notice you was clearly concerned for you in the present moment.

Suddenly an idea sprouted in your head. You felt yourself getting lightheaded as you heard yourself speak. 

“I need you to scent me.”

Johnny looked like his brain malfunctioned, “What?”

You glanced over at the entrance where the man was still standing, looking around the coffee shop. He hasn't noticed you yet. 

“He’s here.”

Johnny looked over his shoulder, seeing the older man and immediately putting pieces together. He had been in your hearing, as you pleaded for sanctuary with his pack. He had heard the tale of why you had run away. Seeing that man, recognizing him, made his blood run cold. 

The alpha you had been auctioned off to in your former pack. 

“Johnny, please,” you pleaded in a hush, trying to return his attention to you. 

He looked back at you, his eyes calculating. Scenting you was probably the last thing he wanted to do, but it was the first solution you could think of that would get the other alpha to stay away from you. 

Scenting was laying a claim on someone, usually before mating. Scenting signaled that someone was taken, that someone was protected. It wasn’t always between lovers; sometimes scenting was done between friends, especially when preparing to go into large crowds or busy city streets. You’d only been scented a few times before, for concerts and festivals, your packmates ensuring you were spoken for before some random alpha got the wrong idea.

It wasn’t always an intimate thing. But it could be.

Your skin prickled at the thought of Johnny scenting you. Coating you in his woodsy scent and making sure everyone knew who you belonged to. Standing over you and laying claim. 

Scenting was the first solution you could think of, and even if it was a bad idea, your omega was much too interested in this option to think of any other ones.

You watched the gears turn in Johnny’s brain for a moment before he finally spoke.

“Come on,” he nodded his head toward the hallway leading to the store room. 

Didn't have to tell you twice. You heard yourself mumble something to your coworker about taking a break, before you followed Johnny discreetly before the alpha from your former pack could see you.

As you approached the small hallway to the backroom, he grasped your hand, covering your small palm with his large one, flooding you with warmth. 

You unlocked the storage room and flicked on the overhead light, before turning back to where Johnny had joined you in the small space. He towered over you, filling the space with his presence. You didn’t realize you’d been backing up until your shoulders hit the shelves behind you. Your hands were still connected and he gave you a squeeze. 

“Have you been scented before?” he asked, coming closer. You felt like you were being cornered by a predator but you couldn’t find it in yourself to mind. Not when it was him. A rush of excitement went through you and you suddenly couldn't think of anything else. 

“A few times,” you responded. “Sometimes, from a friend in my old pack, before concerts and things.”

Johnny said nothing, but his nostrils flared at the statement. His eyes asked for one last confirmation as he brushed your hair away from the side of your neck. The cool air made you flinch but the feeling was quickly replaced with the warmth of him stepping closer. 

You closed your eyes, nodding slightly as you took a deep breath, bracing for impact. He leaned in, ever so slowly at first, before lowering his lips to the side of your face. He pressed a kiss to your jaw, beginning to trail feathery kisses down your neck. 

He was taking his time, you noticed, warming you up instead of going straight for the kill. He hadn’t even reached the scent gland beneath your ear. You were already feeling overheated, what would the next few minutes bring?

You couldn’t help the gasp you let out when he pressed a kiss to your gland, letting his lips linger for a moment before he gripped your waist more firmly, pressing an open-mouthed kiss to your gland, fully scenting you. 

Your eyes flew open at the feeling. You noticed his scent got heady as it began to mix with yours. You found yourself gripping onto his jacket, losing yourself in his ministrations. 

Was there ever a time you were this turned on outside of your heat cycle? Johnny licked languidly at your gland, wrapping his arms around you fully as you began to melt into the feeling. 

Just when you thought you might pass out from the overstimulation, he moved over to the other side of your neck, and you couldn’t hold back the whimper you’d been trying so hard to keep in. By the time it slipped out, it was a full on moan. 

As if spurred on by the sound, Johnny gripped you tighter, sucking a kiss into your gland like it was his only mission in life. It left you gasping for air, letting out more sounds than you meant to. 

Johnny was trying to devour you completely. Was this really the same alpha that gave you the stink eye in the elevator most days? 

With his arms wrapped around you, you let your hands roam over his clavicle, his shoulders, up into his hair. His brown locks felt just as soft and fluffy as you’d expected. 

By the time he finally let up and moved his mouth away from you, you were panting for breath. 

You always knew scenting could be a sensual experience but this? It had never felt like this before. 

When you caught Johnny’s eye, you noticed he was breathing heavily too. He bit his lip like he was trying to hold back from something. 

Gently, he reached for the hand tangled in his hair. You pulled back apologetically, but he grasped your wrist fully, shaking his head. He ran his thumb over the glands that resided there. 

He looked into your eyes as he lifted your wrist to his mouth. You could feel his breath across your palm just before he licked a long stripe down the inside of your wrist, leaving a trail of fire in its wake. 

“Should make sure you smell like me completely,” he mumbled before planting kisses across your gland. 

Your wrist glands had never been very sensitive but with his gentle movements, you almost jolted back, feeling incredibly overwhelmed. You knew you were shaking but it wasn’t from fear anymore. In fact, you couldn’t even remember what you were afraid of in the first place. 

Before Johnny moved to your other wrist, he twisted you around, letting your back fall into his chest. Your head fit so perfectly into the crook between his shoulder and neck, and you let yourself go limp as he supported you, letting his warmth engulf you.

He lapped at your other wrist, keeping his other arm securely around you. You watched his movements with awe.

You couldn’t tell how much time had passed since you’d come into the store room, but finally he was pulling away, placing one last kiss on the top of her hand. Despite him being finished, he didn’t let go of you. He was so close, you weren’t sure of where your scent ended and his began. 

“You alright?” Johnny asked, the first words to pass between you in the last few moments.

You peered up at his face and found Johnny looking like he was coming out of a fog. You felt the same. 

Anytime you had ever been scented, it was overwhelming, but this was something else. This was something you wanted to experience again and again. To experience forever. 

With that thought, everything was coming back to you suddenly. 

The alpha from your former pack was here, in this territory, in this very coffee shop. He’d tracked you down, and you couldn’t even imagine what he expected to gain from trespassing into foreign pack territory.

But Johnny was here, too, in this coffee shop, in this store room. He’d come in to see you, specifically, if his request to buy coffee specifically made from you was any indicator. You had barely had time to process all the implications of that before things had changed so suddenly. 

And then he’d scented you. Johnny. The alpha whose presence had consumed your thoughts since you’d arrived in the city. The alpha who had been opposed to your petition to join their pack. The alpha who was kind and funny one moment, cold and standoffish the next.

You looked up in his eyes, and found them to once again be a mystery. They held a look of concern, but what else was he feeling? Did he feel as overwhelmed as you? You assumed probably not, despite the shiver of hope that ran through you. Do you feel it too?

You looked away, nodding slightly, still trying to catch your breath. “Could we just stay here for another minute?”

“Yeah, of course,” he adjusted his arms, letting you hug him back, wrapping your arms around his torso. He was so warm, both physically and emotionally. It caught you off guard. 

His head rested on yours as you nuzzled your face into his neck, letting out a shaky breath. Despite the fear that had returned to you, you felt safe right here. You never wanted to leave his arms.

Johnny ran a hand over your hair, speaking softly, “Why is he here of all times? It's been months.” 

Was Johnny keeping tabs on you? Paying more attention than you realized? The idea wasn’t so bad now that you thought of it. You noticed him often. In the hallway, at pack meetings, on the street. And you liked his attention. It felt good to finally admit that to yourself. His attention was so vastly different from the alpha you had run from. 

You didn’t even need to think about the answer. Creeping up slowly, you were never not aware of the truth.

“He knew my heat schedule,” you replied, “I’m supposed to be close.”

There was silence for a minute. Your words hung in the air. 

“Oh,” Johnny said eventually, and a lot was packed into such a soft syllable. A lot was packed into such a soft sound.

Your heat was still a few months off, thanks to some emergency suppressants you were  granted while dealing with moving and transitioning into the pack. But it would come again and you were already fearing how bad it would be now that you had put it off for so long.

He cleared his throat and the vibration made you pull away slightly to look up at him. 

“Well,” he said, “He can’t be here for more than 48 hours without alerting pack leadership. As an unmated alpha, he should’ve alerted Taeyong regardless.”

You buried your face in his chest, letting the warmth of this alpha calm you.

“How did he even find me?” you asked, mostly to yourself. 

But Johnny answered anyway. “I don’t know, but I’ll figure it out.” 

You nodded into his chest, letting his scent calm you down. 

“And,” he gave you a squeeze as he said the words, “If he sticks around, I’ll take care of it.”

His works were firm, full of strength and power. In that moment, there was no doubt in your mind that he would protect you. You felt warmth coil in your belly at the statement. 

He finally pulled away, taking a step back. 

“You should get back to your shift,” Johnny says. 

You gasped at the realization. “Oh my god, your coffee! I’m so sorry, I’ll make it right now.”

He brushes it off as he opens the door and takes a peak out into the coffee shop. 

“Don’t worry about it,” he says as he holds the door open for you. “But hey, I think I’ll stick around until the end of your shift, make sure you get home okay. Is that alright?”

You nod, feeling a rush of relief. You slipped back behind the counter and set to work making his Americano.

As you move around the small workspace, you realize you weren’t just enveloped in Johnny’s scent in the room, you were covered in it. Despite him going to sit in the corner near the entrance, his scent lingered, making you feel like he was right next to you. Even from far away he felt close. 

While you were busy making the coffee, you finally glance up to see the unwanted alpha isn’t gone, but staring directly at you, looking like you’re his next meal. Unlike when Johnny had looked at you similarly, this felt violating.

You thought you’d feel more scared, but with Johnny’s scent covering your senses, it dims the fear and leaves you feeling a little stronger than before. 

“Iced Americano!” You holler out to the shop, forgetting about the man watching your every move. He stands just as Johnny does. 

Johnny comes over and takes the coffee, but not without lingering. His hands envelope yours, holding the coffee together. 

He offers you a small smile, your worries melting away with his expression. Before you can pull away, he leans in, close like when he was scenting you just a few minutes ago. His lips ghost your ear. 

“You’re safe now, omega, I’m right here.” 

When he feels you nod, he sniffs lightly as he pulls away. 

“You smell good,” he smirks. 

I smell like you, you want to say, but the words do their job and have you fighting off a flustered blush. 

“Thank you, Johnny.” 

He lifts up his drink, “No, thank you.”

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After that, Johnny gets a little nicer to you. The next day, you both go meet with pack leadership to discuss the intruder in their territory and they promise to look into it more. You thank your lucky stars you haven’t run into him since he appeared in the coffee shop. Something about the confident way Johnny walks into the meeting has you questioning if he handled the situation himself before alerting the pack leaders. 

On the walk back to your apartment building, you notice Johnny seems a little more open with you, as he makes casual conversation about the weather and plans for the weekend. He keeps a protective stance as you walk, being the buffer between you and the road, and you see his head swivel to survey your surroundings as you go. 

Weeks pass and Taeyong tells you the alpha that had tracked you down isn’t a problem anymore. He is vague about the details and the relief you feel makes you not question the vagueness. Johnny looks satisfied when you share the news with him.

Your job gets easier and you start to enjoy it more as you learn the regulars, how to make popular drinks and bond with your coworkers. You make more friends and you start to realize you could actually consider yourself to be… happy, for the first time. 

It's a funny thing -- freedom, that is. 

As you get ready to head out to the monthly pack meeting, you hear rustling outside of your door. You assume Johnny is headed to the same place you are, and when you open your door, you see him standing there casually. 

He’s been coming into the coffee shop more often, and you suppose you could count him among your regulars. He always orders the same thing, and after the third time of asking you to make it, you just start making it by default when you see him walk in. 

Your heart always warms when he gives you that dazzling smile as he picks up the drink and gives you the cash. 

You aren’t really sure what he does for work, but he sometimes spends hours on his laptop in the cafe. He always takes a table with a view of the door, and occasionally you see him perk up when an unknown newcomer arrives.

He has a comforting presence and it makes you hopeful to find whatever animosity he held for you seems to have melted away. It’s not every day you have a big, strong alpha looking out for you.

Do you have a crush? Maybe. It’s fun to notice someone a little extra each day. Get a little giddy when you make eye contact. Your omega perks up and preens in his presence.

You’ve never even had the chance to have a crush before.It was kind of nice. 

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Mark knows something’s up. Mark took a liking to you from the start and you quickly became fast friends. Your energy matches well, and you find conversation is never dull with him. 

But now he likes to think he knows you pretty well. 

When you offhandedly mention Johnny one too many times during lunch, he scoffs. 

“So what’s going on with Johnny?” he asks. 

“What do you mean?” 

He waves his arms around at you, “What’s up with seeing him so much? You haven’t mentioned him before.” 

“Well he lives across the hall from me,” you reason. “But yeah, I guess we’re friends now.” 

You think back to him dropping off a dessert you like, or running into each other at the grocery store and unintentionally trailing after one other through the aisles. You think about how you let him borrow a book, knowing he would faithfully return it a few weeks later. 

“When did this happen?” Mark asks. 

You know he isn’t being jealous, just curious. Based on your conversations with Johnny, it seems like him and Mark have been close for a long time. 

“Remember when that alpha from my former pack came here? Around then,” you say. 

You pause but Mark’s raised eyebrow pushes you to continue.

“Johnny scented me… it sorta broke the ice I guess,” you say, hoping your small joke keeps Mark from thinking too much about it. 

But this is clearly news to the man.

“He scented you? He never scents anyone!” 

A rush of gratification flows through you but you tamper it down. “It wasn’t anything serious, it was just a safety precaution.” 

Mark gives you a look, like yeah, okay. “I think he likes you.”

“He does not like me,” you reply. “He’s friendly to everyone, you know how he is!”

“Still… interesting.” 

You poke your friend in the shoulder. 

“You’re just jealous that I’ve got a new friend.”

“And a new mate if this keeps up,” he replies. 

“Mark!”

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When it’s time for the monthly pack meeting, Johnny lingers in the hallway as you lock up, casually pausing before you both get on the elevator. He asks how your day was and you ask him the same. This has become routine now, unspoken but not unwelcome. 

He smells good today, like fresh laundry hanging out in the woods. While you’ve gotten more comfortable in his presence, his stature and status as an alpha seems to truly sink in. It's a basic instinct for an omega to fawn after an alpha. Normal, expected even.

And that’s just the issue isn’t it?

You love being friends with Johnny, from the little conversations to the funny jokes. The soft touches and the coffee shop routine.

But you also find yourself yearning for more. 

And sometimes you wonder if he might be yearning too. 

As soon as you get to the pack meeting at Taeyong’s place, he shuffles away to sit with his alpha packmates and you go visit with some of the omegas. Most of them are mated to the alphas already, but they welcome you with open arms, despite being a newcomer. 

Even while you settle in, and the leaders talk through updates and share important information, your eyes glance around the room. You can’t help the way your eyes drift to Johnny. 

Only to find him staring right back at you. 

You quickly glance away, feeling your heartbeat race. After a few moments, you look over again, to see him still looking your way. A ghost of a smile graces his lips when you make eye contact. 

It only takes a few moments for you to break away under the dominance of his gaze, feeling a flush rise across your cheeks. Was it always this hot in the room? 

The other omegas take you with them to dinner and you bask in their presence, enjoying being around them. Your last pack rarely let you interact with other omegas, facilitating your movements until you felt suffocated. 

You all end up at the mall afterward, strolling slowly through storefronts as the entire place begins to close. In one of the clothing stores, your group runs into a group of alphas doing the same thing you are. 

It's mere seconds before your eyes hone in on Johnny. 

His hair is a bit windswept and his face is rosy, like he’s been consuming alcohol. By the look of the rest of the group, he’s likely one of the more sober ones. 

You all walk back to your neighborhood as night descends upon your city. You hang back, watching the wild alphas try to make the omegas laugh. It’s amusing, and you can’t help but bask in the comfort you feel among your new packmates.

Johnny gradually starts walking slower, moving from the front of the pack to closer to you, until he’s strolling alongside you. He doesn’t say anything, but his presence is massive, and you find yourself smiling to yourself as you both walk along the sidewalk.

As you cross a street, a bicyclist comes out of nowhere, and Johnny is quick to pull you out of danger. His arm wraps around your torso and holds you close for just a minute longer than necessary, but as he pulls away, you nearly whine out. You don’t want him to go away, you want him closer. 

“Close one,” he says, as you both continue walking to catch up with the group. 

It's only a few more blocks until the group begins going their separate ways, and Johnny wordlessly guides you to your apartment building. 

As you walk up the stoop, you brace yourself to speak. Something in you wants to share a piece of your thoughts with him.

“Thank you, really, for everything,” you tell him as you walk into the lobby of your apartment. The elevator ascends slowly so you speak again. “I know things were rocky in the beginning, but I really appreciate everything you’ve done for me -- and the pack. I don’t even want to think about how I could’ve ended up in my last pack…” 

You catch his reflection in the elevator doors as he stiffens, like he doesn’t like thinking about it either. 

“I’m glad you’re here now.” His voice rumbles with the words.

The elevator dings and you step out ahead of him, pausing to look back at him. He looks like he might say something else, but he doesn’t.

“I’m really glad we’re friends, Johnny,” you say, trying to convey everything you feel. 

It’s a delicate walk you two step along, but you don’t want to overstep. He would say something if he was interested in you, right? He is the alpha afterall. 

Johnny makes sure you unlock your door before he steps back to unlock his own. The conversation is over now, you suppose.

You try not to question why your chest burns while you walk into your apartment.

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Spring arrives in the city and you feel more and more settled as the world defrosts. Work gets more manageable and you find yourself bonding with the members of the pack and enjoying exploring your new life. 

But something is looming. 

“Y/N, you need to find someone to spend your heat with,” Mark said in a serious manner. You weren’t sure you had ever heard Mark say anything so seriously before.

You sighed. This wasn’t new information. You knew he was right. You’d received an extra round of suppressants to delay your heat while you got acclimated to the city, but you could only do that so many times before it was dangerous. 

Your heat was coming whether you wanted it to or not. 

You had gone through a heat alone before and it was no fun. Running a hand over your face, you let out a groan. Why couldn’t you be even a tiny bit compatible with Mark? Spending a heat cycle with a friend was what your old friends used to do. You felt like your body was betraying you.

“Is there anyone in the pack you think you might be compatible with? Even just for a week?” he asked. 

Immediately your mind went to dark eyes and fluffy hair and broad shoulders. Overwhelming power mixed with a sense of humor. An alpha who brought you treats and made sure you were alright when you arrived back home every evening.

Mark’s eyes narrowed when your heartbeat increased. He might not be as attuned to your scents through your suppressants but he could still hear the little changes in your pulse. 

Your body was betraying you. Betraying your innermost thoughts that you didn’t want to acknowledge. You could barely admit your feelings for Johnny to yourself, let alone anyone else.

Even though Mark clearly knew.

“It’s Johnny, isn’t it?”

Your eyes went wide and in response Mark scoffed.

“Come on, Y/N, we can all see it.”

You nearly shuddered with embarrassment. Did the others talk about you? About how obvious you were?

“I can’t ask him to do that. He already does too much for me,” you reply, shaking your head vehemently. “Sure, he’s nice to me, but he doesn’t— no, he never seems affected by my scent. And anyways, he’s older, I’m sure he knows what he likes. And he’s an alpha, he would approach me if he liked me.” 

Your rationalizations sounded stupid as you said them out loud. And Mark clearly wasn’t buying it. 

“He likes you, Y/N. Why do you think he was so closed off at first? He was in trouble from the first moment he saw you.” 

You look over at your friend, letting the anxiety settle in your stomach. You wanted nothing more than to share a heat with Johnny. Share more than that. You wanted everything. But you loved your friendship with Johnny and it wasn’t something you wanted to lose just because you stupidly asked him to be your alpha for the weekend. 

It was all too much. Too many moving pieces. Too much at stake for a stupid heat to ruin. 

It all felt so delicate. 

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It didn’t matter if you were indecisive though. Your heat was coming and it was coming fast. 

You paced up and down the hall, trying to get the courage to knock on his door. Maybe if you did it on impulse, it wouldn’t be so bad when he rejected you. You could brush it off as no big deal when he says no.

But maybe he’d say yes. Maybe it would all be okay and not awkward at all and he would agree to fuck you all weekend, see you through your heat and maybe more— you couldn’t think like that. Just focus on one thing at a time.

You needed to get this heat over with. After so long without having one, it was making you especially irritated. You could feel your body temperature rising already. You were close. 

You could always go through it alone. That’s what you’d done in the past. You’d never gone through a heat with someone, but knowing Johnny was across the hall was causing your omega to wail at you. It would be madness to endure it alone with him right there, so close yet so far. 

You at least had to ask. 

You took a deep breath before knocking. 

As soon as you did it, you wanted to run but you heard shuffling on the other side of the door and then Johnny was standing there, looking as delicious as ever. 

He was wearing a button up shirt and slacks, his hair tousled in that usual way that looked so effortless but you knew him better now, he styled it like that. It made you want to ruffle your hands through his hair and mess it up for real. 

“Johnny, I have to ask you something.”

You’re sure he knows what it is before you say it. You can tell he smells you, and it makes you want to explode from the nerves. Your impending heat isn’t helping anything either. Omegas were not the ones who usually took the first step, and your behavior was grating against your instincts, but you had to do something. 

He gives you a questioning glance, rolling up his sleeves haphazardly, seemingly nervous to see you. Why is he nervous? 

Johnny glances behind him and you follow his gaze to his kitchen table, where a bouquet of flowers and a box of chocolates sits. You look back at him and see his dress shirt, his soft and freshly washed hair, and as much as it all sends a rush through you to see him like this, it also washes away all of your hope. 

You should’ve known. Of course he already has an omega for the season. He’s probably been wining and dining her for weeks before her heat. Buying her flowers, chocolates, dressing up for her. Your heart hurts at the thought. How could you be so stupid? He carried in your groceries and came to your coffee shop because he was nice. Why did you let Mark convince you otherwise?

You needed to retreat. Your omega was in distress and you needed to leave before this got any worse. You felt lightheaded from the complete turn, but it was fine, it was going to be okay, you’d done this before alone, you could do it again.

“I’m sorry, I’m bothering you, I should go—” you say, backing up. 

“No!” Johnny exclaims, reaching out to halt your retreat. “I’m not busy, ask me.” 

His eyebrows are knit with concern but you’re already shaking your head.

“No, it’s okay, you’re clearly busy—” 

“Omega,” he says, cutting you off. There’s a hint of an alpha command in there, and you think to yourself, oh, that’s what it feels like.

Johnny looks almost sheepish, like he wasn’t intending to use that tone. He lets out a breath before beckoning you to come closer. 

“I think I know what you came to ask me,” he says, and you feel as if you might die of embarrassment. Here it comes, the rejection, the ruination of your friendship with this perfect alpha across the hall. 

You open your mouth to apologize when he speaks again. 

“Let me help you.” 

You can’t help but be stunned into silence. What? 

“Your heat,” he says, a tone of determination laced into his voice as he stands at the threshold of his apartment with you.

“I know you’re close,” he says and your insides feel on fire as he speaks. He takes a deep inhale to prove his point. “I know you came over to ask me to see you through your heat. My answer is yes. So let me take care of you.”

Your cheeks are on fire at this point. “But what about—” you gesture to the items on the table. 

He lets out a sheepish laugh, running his hand through his hair. “It’s for you. I know we’ve been dancing around each other, so I just, I was trying to be romantic.”

“Oh,” you gulp. 

He smiles down at you. “You just caught me off guard.”

You attempt a smile but your brain is fried, and you’re sure there’s a line of sweat down your back at this point. Not only is your heat approaching, but you’re feeling overwhelmed by the alpha in front of you. 

Who is all dressed up, being all romantic, for you. 

You let out a shaky breath, and Johnny inhales deeply as you do. You know he can tell your scent is getting stronger. 

“Fuck, you’re close,” he says. “I was hoping to take you to dinner but I don’t think we’ll make it before…” 

“Before?” 

He grabs you by the waist, pulling you into him. You feel every ridge of his toned body, his warm hands, his eyes pouring into you. 

“Before I fuck you senseless for three days straight.”

He doesn’t give you a chance to respond before kissing you. It’s forceful, like he’s trying to put all of his bottled emotions into the kiss, biting your lip and letting your tongue dance with his. 

But it’s also soft somehow, just like how you’d expect him to kiss. It’s dominant yet careful, assertive yet gentle. You clutch his shirt as he continues kissing you, and you don’t even think of how many wrinkles you’re causing until he abruptly pulls away. 

“But that’s okay,” he continues the conversation like he didn’t just kiss you within an inch of your life. What were you talking about? “Dinner can wait. I’ll take you out next week, alright? I promise. We’ll do things out of order, but it’s okay.”

You can’t help but giggle at his determination to do things romantically. 

He presses a kiss to your cheek, lingering there to trail kisses down your jaw to your scent gland below your ear. You both shudder at the sensation, his mouth spreading shivers down your spine as he sucks a mark into your gland. You know your scent is spiking even more. 

You push him back gently before you come right there in the hallway. He lets out a grunt of frustration but collects himself, knowing this isn’t the place to be doing this.

“Your apartment or mine?” he asks, running his hands up and down your arms softly. 

You think about your room and how content you are with your new home. You’ve been unintentionally nesting for weeks at this point, making everything ready for your impending heat. 

Typically an omega’s home is sacred, something only a few select people are allowed to see. When Johnny would bring in your groceries, he was always cautious, always asking permission to enter and being careful not to touch or move anything. 

But now you want him there. Want his scent to linger and for your home to be filled with him. For the next few days and forever. 

“Mine,” you reply, offering an affirming nod. 

He tells you to go back to your apartment and get comfy. He’ll be over in a few minutes after he grabs some clothes and items for the weekend. 

You pace around your apartment, with half a mind to just take off all your clothes before he gets there. But no, you can’t very well open your door naked. So instead, you tidy up your already clean apartment, moving things just right so that everything looks perfect.

Perfect for alpha.

Never before have your nesting instincts felt like they would be under such intimate scrutiny. 

A knock on your door brought you out of your reverie. You opened it to find Johnny looming in the doorway, a tote bag in his hand and a dark look in his eyes.

“Do you want this? Make sure you want this,” he says, not moving to enter your home just yet. Asking for permission.

“I’ve been thinking about this for weeks at this point,” you say. “I’ve been thinking about you, alpha.”

His chest puffs with satisfaction at your words, but he still doesn’t move. 

“I need a verbal confirmation, omega. Because if I come inside, I’m not leaving until your heat is over.” 

Your entire body tingles at the thought. You appreciate his need for consent but your body continues to burn hotter and hotter, leaving you itching to get closer to him. 

“Johnny, I want you to fuck me through this heat,” you say, opening your door wider, nearly pleading him to come inside. 

He takes one step inside your apartment, setting the tote bag down on the ground near your entryway. You see some food and clothes inside along with the flower bouquet; your heart squeezes at the thought. 

“And after that?” 

His question catches you off guard. You can barely think about the next five minutes, let alone the next five days. 

“After?” You squeeze your legs together. 

He cracks a small smile, almost like he forgot you were about to lose all normal sense once your heat started in earnest. 

“After your heat,” he said. “This isn’t just a one time thing for me, I feel like I’ve made that clear. We can talk after I just… if we do this, I’m all in.” 

You grab his collar and press a firm kiss to his lips. Your heat is nearly upon you, but you hope the kiss conveys everything you feel for this man standing in front of you. It’s too much for words to express. You pull away and gesture to the tote bag.

“Oh, just some things so we don’t starve. Some clothes for me later,” he says. “I’m not leaving this apartment until your heat is over.” 

You nod eagerly at his words and the serious way he reiterates that statement. Johnny looks around the space, and you watch his face carefully to see his reactions. You hope it’s enough for him, you hope you’re enough for him. 

But his eyes are back on you, looking up and down from head to toe. You’re the only thing he’s focused on.

“Are you getting hot yet? Feverish?” he asks. 

You gulp, noticing the way his voice seems to have dropped an octave. You roll up your sleeves, and realize that yes, the back of your neck is coated with sweat and your clothes need to come off. Soon. 

Johnny thinks so, too. 

“Take off your sweater.” The words are barely out of his mouth before you are doing what he says, thankful to be rid of the itchy fabric. You stand in front of him with just a camisole on. “Good girl.”

Your omega hindbrain preens at the praise, but you take a step back, feeling overwhelmed. 

Johnny stalks toward you, and you look up at him like prey watching a predator. Your backside hits the back of your couch, making you jump. 

“Are you sure you want this? You’re keeping your distance,” he asks. 

You grip the edge of the couch to ground yourself. 

“I guess I’m just a little scared.” you admit.

Johnny cocks his head. “Of me?”

You shake your head quickly. “No, just… this. I’ve never felt like this during my heat before, and it’s not even truly started yet.” 

His smile is sly as he finally steps into your personal space, and suddenly all you can process is his large body in front of you. 

“Do you trust me?” he asks. 

“Of course.” There’s no hesitation. 

He softly grabs your wrists, pressing his fingers over your scent glands. You let out a whimper from how sensitive you are. His touch is sending shocks through your nervous system and even though he’s barely touched you, you feel your panties dampen. 

“Remember when I scented you?” Johnny asks. 

You nod, unable to form words as he gently rubs the pads of his fingertips across the sensitive skin of your wrists. 

“I haven’t been able to stop thinking about those little sounds you made,” he admits. “Wondered if I would ever get to hear them again.”

Before you can formulate a response, he brings one of your wrists up to his mouth, licking a long stripe across the gland. Quickly, he trades out to do the same to the other wrist.

You feel your eyes grow heavy as he presses kisses to your palms. He’s going slow, you realize, very slow. Warming you up, getting you comfortable with him. You haven’t been skittish around him in a while, but this is new territory.

Unfortunately, the slow pace is not what you want right now, no matter how much you appreciate it. 

“Johnny, can you just…” you trail off as he presses a long kiss to your wrist. 

“Hm? What’s that? Tell me what you want.” 

You flush thinking of everything you want. His lips, his body, his cock, his knot, his everything. Your insides clench at the thought of his powerful man standing in front of you, offering himself up to you on a silver platter. 

“You gotta tell me what you want, baby, how can I help if I don’t know what you want?” he teases, moving to press a kiss to your cheek, your jaw, your neck. 

You breathe him in, feeling lost in all the sensations. He’s been doing all the touching, so you place your hands on his hips, moving them slightly. Then you decide to be bold and palm his dick through his jeans. He’s big. You let out a shaky breath, thinking of everything that is about to transpire. 

“Just, just keep going? A little faster maybe,” you tell him. 

“Oh? Not going fast enough?”

He spins you around so your back is against his chest. He brushes your hair out of the way, sucking a hickey into the sensitive skin around your glands at the base of your neck. You let out a moan at the sensation, at the suddenness. 

His hands slowly roam across your torso, squeezing your breasts through your thin shirt. They are so sensitive, and you can feel a layer of sweat begin to coat your skin as your heat sets in more fully. Soon, you fear you won’t have any more coherent thoughts. Just Johnny and only Johnny.

His hands slide lower, lower, unbuttoning your jeans so smoothly, you barely notice it until they are already undone. He cups your core so firmly, your knees nearly buckle at the closeness of him. 

“This what you want?”

“Mhm,” you mumble, reaching up to card your fingers through his hair, bringing his lips to yours. 

You’re squirming against him at this point, feeling flush and sweaty but the most turned on you’ve ever been, rubbing yourself against his palm and fingers to get more friction. 

His tongue mingles with yours while you both rock your hips against each other. It's a slow kind of pleasure building, like the calm before the storm. 

Johnny trails kisses across your face, planting one last lingering kiss before pausing, drawing his face away from yours. 

You open your eyes— you didn’t realize they’d closed. Staring into his dark eyes brings you a bit of clarity, brings you back to reality. You’re currently pressed against the back of your couch, locked in his embrace, still presently rutting your hips against his hand. 

You let out a shaky breath, as you rock your hips against his hand, enjoying the steady pleasure emanating from him. 

“Feeling okay?” he says, his voice raspy. 

You gulp, feeling his fingers slide into your panties fully, his thumb massaging around your clit, not exactly pressing into it, but teasing. 

“Yeah.” Your voice is raspy, too.

He nods, petting through your hair with his hand not currently occupied in your panties. 

“Scenting should help the fever, calm your system,” he presses a kiss to your forehead, just as he directly rubs against your clit in the most perfect way. “You’re safe now, omega, I’m here.” 

The words burn your core almost as much as his fingers. What a gentle, soft thing to say while he teases your lower regions. You’re calm now but the fire is building exponentially. 

You left out a shaky cry, of pure emotion, of frustration and horniness. You just want to come just once. 

You grab Johnny’s wrist and push the flat of his palm against your core, rubbing yourself against him, trying to find the right pressure. You pant as you rub yourself against his hand. 

“I’m close, alpha.”

Johnny full on groans at the word, squeezing against you tighter, brushes his fingertips across a nipple that's now rock hard. Just as you’re finally starting to reach your peak, you feel him against your backside, hard and big, rutting against you himself.

His breath is heavy in your ear, panting for you.

“Take what you need, baby, I’m right here, I’m here for you,” he says. 

Those words are like music to your ears, as you finally reach climax, slouching across the couch as your legs turn to jelly. If Johnny wasn’t holding on to you, you’re sure you would’ve fallen over. 

You pant for breath, overwhelmed and overstimulated as Johnny keeps rocking into you, dry humping you like teenagers. 

The orgasm leaves your heat sated for the moment, but you know you don’t have long before the fever builds again. And this was going to last all weekend?

Once you’re safely standing, or at least leaning into the couch, Johnny unzips his jeans and furiously strokes himself, focusing on himself for a second while still keeping you close.

He nearly shouts as he comes, the sound leaving you shuddering. 

He picks you up after a few moments, carrying you to your bedroom. As you peel off your jeans and slide under the covers, you realize he’s slowly easing you both into this. Giving you what you both need without overwhelming you as your heat arrives. 

“See if you can sleep a little before your heat sets in fully,” he says, brushing your hair away from your face and stepping away. 

Panic slices through you. Where is he going? 

He gives you a soft smile when he sees your reaction. “I’m just going to change my pants. I didn’t expect to ruin my shorts like a teenager.”

You let out a sigh of relief and giggle a little at his words. 

“I’ll be back in a minute okay? Try to sleep,” he says again. “I have a feeling we won’t be getting much sleep this weekend.” 

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.” He presses his lips into a firm line, standing over you. “Because the next time I come, it won’t be in my hand.”

Your core clenches, thinking about the image and you feel a rush of heat flow through you. 

Johnny goes to close the door behind him, “I’ll be back in a few minutes. I promise.” 

You nod, feeling yourself calm down. You trust him. This is Johnny and you trust him. 

You settle into your sheets and close your eyes, willing yourself to sleep for a little bit. The orgasm did make you tired. 

And you have a feeling you’re in for a full weekend ahead. 

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You wake up to heat. Feeling hot everywhere. You’re burning from the inside out. 

You kick off your sheets and try to sit up, but an arm across your stomach traps you in place. You whine at Johnny as you jostle him, trying to wake him up. 

He turns over, freeing you only to have you climb over top of him, straddling his hips. He lost his shirt in the middle of the night, and you’re at the point where you have no shame as you lick a strip across his clavicle, grinding down on his dick that’s already standing at attention. 

“Johnny, I need you,” you say, mouthing at his neck. 

He clears his throat, blinking sleep out of his eyes as your hands roam across his chest, memorizing every inch of this tantalizing alpha.

“I can tell, princess,” he replies, squeezing your hips as you grind against him. 

“I need more,” you whine. “I need everything, I need—”

He grasps ahold of you enough to get you to pause your hips, forcing you to focus on his face. His eyes are dark. He’s fully awake now. 

“What exactly do you need?” he asks, rubbing his thumbs across your hip bones. 

“I need your knot,” you say, surprised by how raw your voice sounds. 

“Yeah you do, baby girl.”

Before you can even think of a response, he flips you over, hovering over you like a predator. He immediately leans in, devouring your mouth in a hungry kiss. You loop your legs around him, trying to get more friction. You’re burning up from the inside, wondering if you’ll ever feel normal again. 

His hand dips between your thighs and his fingers circle your clit. Electricity and pleasure course through your veins, the sensation leaving you squirming underneath him. Your core aches, desperately needing more. 

His finger dips into you, slowly pumping it in and out and collecting your arousal against his fingers. It’s not long until another finger slides into your soaking cunt with ease. Pumping his digits frantically, the palm of his hand meets your clit over and over again. The nerves in your body burn as you’re feigning for more. 

Desperation entwines with your moans and he senses your need, causing his fingers to move at a brutal pace and helping you chase ecstasy. You come suddenly, the overwhelming feeling takes your breath away, leaving you panting. You’re so wet, you fear the stain your sheets will see after this.

As you try to catch your breath, you stare up at him, watching his eyes watch you. He doesn't move, and it leaves you a bit confused because 1. he said he was going to knot you, and 2. this orgasm didn’t provide nearly as much relief as earlier. 

You need more. 

Johnny knows it too. 

“No worries, omega, I’ll give you my knot,” he says, and it sends shivers down your spine. “I just need to make sure you can take me.”

You furrow your eyebrows as he slinks under the covers, and in a sudden movement, he leaves you bare when he rips your underwear off. 

“You won't be needing these this weekend…”

You don’t even have time to formulate a response before he flattens his tongue and licks a long stripe up your core, causing you to cry out from pleasure. 

If you thought you were wet before, it’s nothing compared to now. You feel feverish as he goes down on you like you’re the first meal he’s had after a month of starving. His tongue laps over your folds before the tip of his tongue flicks against your sensitive clit. He laps up your juices, tasting you and everything you have to offer him. He skillfully sucks on your ball of nerves and the coil in your abdomen tightens.

Your fingers grip the sheets, before you move to grab at his hair, trying to find something to hold onto as his tongue draws shapes across your clit.

He groans when you tug at his locks and you feel the vibration in your core, making you groan in return. 

It’s hard to believe this was the same man who held the elevator for you and bought flowers to ask you out. Right now, he seems like he wants to devour you. 

His fingers rejoin his tongue and the feeling is too much, it’s all too much.

Everywhere is hot and there’s too much sensation. 

“You gonna come on my fingers again?” he asks, peering up at you. 

As you stare down at his face, his mouth slick with your wetness, you’re overcome with emotion for this man, this alpha, and how much he’s doting on you. It seems as if your pleasure brings him pleasure and just the thought brings you nearly to the edge. 

“I’m close,” you reply. 

“Come one more time, baby, then I’ll give you my knot,” he says, peering into your eyes. “I know how bad you need it.”

You whine as he buries his face between your thighs and it's just a few more moments before you’re reaching your high. 

You feel worn out by the quick succession of orgasms but somehow still unsatisfied. You grab at Johnny’s shirt, pulling him back up to your level. He rests his head on the pillow next to you, gazing fondly as you come back to yourself. 

You can’t help but crawl into his arms, clinging to his frame even though you’re still so hot and feverish. The emptiness in your core causes you to cramp, clenching around nothing. 

“It hurts, alpha,” you cry out, finding yourself mindlessly rutting against his thigh, trying anything to cool the ache buried into your nervous system. 

“Ready for me to fuck you?”

You press kisses into his skin, sucking a mark into his neck just below his jaw. Coaxing him to give you what you want. What you need. 

“Yes please,” you sigh in relief as he disentangles himself from you to slide off his shorts. 

His cock springs out, full and hard, and your mouth waters a little bit from just the sight of it.

He chuckles as he settles you into the pillows. Despite the desperate need hitting you hard, he refuses to speed too quickly through this, taking his time to make sure you are as comfortable as possible as he positions himself over you. 

“Ready, omega?” he asks, nudging at your entrance with the tip. “Look at me.” 

You obey immediately, looking into his eyes as he suddenly thrusts into you, not fully, but enough to take your breath away. You’re so wet, there’s no issue as he slowly inches himself in further.

The both of you let out a throaty groan as he bottoms out in you, stretching you out perfectly. 

He stays still for a moment, letting you get adjusted to the feeling, as you move your legs to better accommodate him, letting him settle that much deeper inside you.

Despite the momentary stillness, you can feel him practically vibrating with want, raring to go. You open your eyes -- you hadn’t realized you’d closed them, feeling so full and content in the moment. 

“I’m good, you can move now,” you say, hoping you don’t sound too desperate for him to fuck you fully. 

He chuckles at your bluntness, but obeys your words, slowly rocking his hips against yours, gradually picking up the pace. 

As he sets a steady, ruthless rhythm, you’re unable to stop all the little sounds leaving your mouth, your eyes rolling to the back of your head from the feeling. Johnny seems to revel in it, nodding along to your moans and egging you on.

“Come on, baby, tell me how you like it,” he says, rutting into you.

You tighten your legs around his torso and reach up to loop your arms around his neck, playing with the short strands of hair near the nape of his neck as he thrusts. You want him as close as possible, despite the heat consuming you.

“Feels good, John,” you mumble out, not sure if you can say anything more coherent.

“Yeah,” he lets out a breathless agreement, pressing his lips to yours in a sloppy kiss. “Even better than I dreamed.”

Despite all the sensations running through your body, the words stick to your skin like sweat. Had he thought of this as much as you had? 

“Feel so full,” you say, unable to think of anything else.

“Gonna feel even fuller…”

The thought of his knot is nearly enough to climax again, and you run your fingers across your clit to get extra stimulation at he keeps fucking you. You get quiet as you focus, but it’s only a few more moments before you come, the sensation washing over you in a burst of ecstasy.

Johnny follows soon after, the way your pussy clenches enough to bring him to release. His knot swells, locking him inside of you as he collapses on top of you. 

The weight of him feels good in your exhausted state, but quickly becomes too much as you feel yourself adjusting to his knot, sated from your heat fully, at least temporarily. You nudge him to move, so he transitions to his side, hugging you close to his body. 

“How do you fit me so perfectly, omega? Beyond my wildest dreams,” he murmurs into your hair. 

The quiet air around you leaves room for confession, and you find yourself speaking as well, despite the tiredness consuming you. You feel warm in a way that has nothing to do with your temporarily sated heat. It’s just him. 

“I didn’t even think you liked me at first,” you tell him, drawing shapes across his chest. 

“I’m sorry I made you think that,” he says earnestly. There’s a pause before he speaks again. “I was thrown off. I was a goner the first moment I saw you.” 

You think back to the day you pleaded for sanctuary in this new pack. A little omega, face to face with an entire lineup of alphas, determining your future. It was just four of them, pack leadership, but the tall alpha on the end wouldn’t stop staring at you. It made you freak out, back then, especially when you realized he was the one emitting the delicious smelling pheromones. Little did you know, he was taken aback by you too. 

You clutch even tighter to this big alpha surrounding you, inside you, consuming your entire body, physically, mentally and emotionally. It was everything you had dreamed it would be. 

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You wake up dozing a little while later. You can’t tell how much time has passed, but it can’t have been long as you feel Johnny still buried deep inside of you. 

“Feeling better?” 

Johnny’s voice brings you to full awakeness, and you realize that yes, your heat is sated for the moment, your omega satisfied with the feeling of this alpha’s knot keeping you full and warm. 

You nuzzle your head into his neck, breathing in his heady scent. The room is full of pheromones that leave you in a lusty haze. 

“Once my knot goes down, we can eat something, that sound good?” he asks, threading his fingers through your hair. You made a sound of affirmation, but no words came out. “Keep resting, I’m clearly not going anywhere.” 

His chuckle reverberates through him and into you. His presence leaves you vibrating with pleasure, but as you shuffle your legs a bit to get comfy again, you find it's hard laying side by side while he’s still buried inside you.

“Can I be back on top?” 

He pulls back a bit to look at you, as much as he can while you two are locked together at the hips. 

“Yeah…” he picks you up and lays you on his chest, a sly smirk settling on his lips. “Does my baby like laying on me?”

You revel in Johnny calling you his, your omega bursting with emotion at the words.

“Mhm,” you rest your head next to his heart, finding his heartbeat a steady rhythm that could lull you back to sleep. “You’re comfy.” 

He settles in and wraps his arms snuggly around you, keeping you stationary. As if his cock deep in your cunt wasn’t enough to keep you close to him. 

You could get used to this. 

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The rest of the weekend goes the same, from scenting bouts to lots and lots of sex. It doesn’t take long for you to feel like Johnny’s meant to be here. In your home and in your life. 

He makes sure you both shower and bathe, makes sure you eat some food and drink some water before your heat flares up each time. He takes care of you in a way that doesn’t feel restrictive, it feels like love. 

Could that be what this is? 

By the end of Sunday evening, you both are eating some cereal after a vigorous afternoon of fucking on the floor of the kitchen. You’d initially come into the room to eat lunch, but seeing Johnny fit so perfectly into your home had you climbing him like a tree before you could even get the cereal boxes out. 

Despite the whirlwind, you can tell your heat is beginning to subside. A part of you will miss this simple lifestyle-- down to the basics and solely focused on each other. 

By the time you both are settled into bed once again, his knot deep in you, you know your heat is over. You’ll wake up feeling sticky with sweat and aching with exhaustion, but you won’t feel the unbearable need to fuck him like you did this weekend. 

But what comes next? Friday feels like a world away, when Johnny said he was all in. After the last 72 hours, will he still feel the same? 

You burrough your face into his neck, taking a deep whiff of his scent, trying to memorize it and hold onto it forever. If this is the last of it, you want to take it with you always.

“Is this the last of it, do you think?”

Johnny’s voice brings you out of your reverie. You sit up, still straddling him with his cock buried inside of you, pulsing and all consuming. 

“Yeah, it feels like it,” you tell him, reaching a hand up to move his hair out of his eyes, tracing the lines of his eyebrows, his nose, his lips. Memorizing everything. 

He melted into your touch, a soft smile gracing his lips. 

“Once we separate, I’ll help you change your sheets, clean up the bathroom. Do you want me to go after that?” 

Did he want to go after that? You’d never done this before. The thought of him leaving you all alone for the rest of the night felt isolating. Your omega couldn’t handle that just yet. 

So you decided to be brave. 

“Could you, maybe, could you stay?” you asked, looking at the headboard above him instead of making eye contact. 

When you finally looked back at him, he had a serious expression on his face, his eyebrows knit together. “Of course. I wasn’t sure if you wanted me out of your hair or not. I’ve never really gotten this far.” 

Your omega was awash with satisfaction to hear he’d never seen anyone else through heat. 

“I might be clingy for a few days…” you said. 

“That’s okay,” he replied. “Cling away.” 

He squeezed your hips in reassurance. 

“I meant what I said,” Johnny says. “I’m all in. I’ll take you to dinner this week, we can keep this going. However you want me, I’ll be there. Maybe one day I’ll even mate you.” 

You pressed your lips to his, unsure of what to say to his outpouring of emotion. How was he so perfect? It felt like he was everything you had ever dreamed of, everything you had told yourself wasn’t possible for you. 

“I like the sound of that,” you replied.  

fin. 

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HAHAHA GUYS WTF IS THIS. *runs and hides*

um so hi… we are so back... lol i've read omegaverse for a few years now and always wanted to try my hand at it…. 11k words later…. LOL this is definitely inspired by every other a/b/o fic i've read in the past and i fr wouldn't be here without them. shoutout clicking on a random fic on ao3 in the middle of utah in 2018!! haha

special thx to @sehunniepotwrites for putting up with my endless ideas even tho she was like girl wtf are u doing…. and @aquarius-johnny who'd never before seen a/b/o before i explained it to her and immediately hopped on the train and genuinely made the spicy scenes sm better. LOL love y'all<3

if u liked this pls comment, pls reblog, pls send me asks, i'd love to know what u think of this craziness…

SMUT WARNINGS: making out, smoking, established relationship, suggestive, grinding, petnames: hyuck, baby, sweetheart. they're just sleepy & in love okay

23:46. the digital clock by haechan's clock flashes, washing the room in a tint of red. the NCT Dream dorms are quiet, the only sounds being the humming of the AC, and the distant sound of chenle and mark giggling in the living room.

haechan and you are squished by his window, your legs tangled together as the two of you converse in soft whispers. cigarette in hand, he brings it to his lips, turning his head further towards the open window and exhaling, ensuring none of the smoke drifts your way. the silence envelopes the two of you, creating an intimate bubble.

shuffling closer, you rest your head atop his shoulder, basking in his presence. he keeps the hand occupied with the cigarette dangling outside the glass, his free hand gently patting the top of your head. he tilts his head, glancing down at you. he simply sits and admires you for a few moments. eventually, he speaks, his voice groggy. "sleepy, baby ?"

you nod weakly, nuzzling further into his embrace. he chuckles softly, his hand sliding from the top of your hair, down to run soothing circles along your back. he leans forward, angling his body further towards the window as he inhales another puff of smoke. you watch, eyes half-lidded, drooping with sleep. the way his lips quirk, the way his fingers clutch the cigarette, the aura he exudes. the sight was enough to cause a pang of arousal to shoot through you.

you tug at his shirt, murmuring softly. "hyuck..." he hums, craning his head to look down at you against his side, a tired smile gracing his face. "mm ?" once again, you simply tug at his shirt, puckering your lips silently. he gets the hint, his eyes fond as he lightly captures your mouth, humming in satisfaction.

the two of you part slightly, the kiss having been a quick peck. you whine weakly, leaning up to mold your lips together once more. he chuckles into your mouth, his hand moving to cup your cheek, thumb running along your skin. the kiss remains soft, loving, even as his tongue prods at the seam of your lips. you let out a quiet gasp, the action granting him access as he deepens the kiss, tongue tangling with your own.

haechan tilts his head, moaning as the angle allows the kiss to heat up without your noses bumping awkwardly. after a few moments of languid making out, you pull back, nose scrunched in a grimace. "smoky..." he tilts his head back, laughing affectionately. he presses a soft kiss to your cheek, mumbling against the skin. "'m sorry, baby"

giggling, you shake your head, hand gently grasping his chin, turning his face towards your own. wordlessly, you catch his lips again, tongue sliding easily against his. he speaks, words muffled as he refuses to detach from the kiss for even a second. "baby- mmph-" he loses his train of thought, pressing his lips further against yours. the kiss turns slightly sloppy, your tongues dancing in a familiar rhythm.

eventually, he pulls back just far enough to catch his breath. his voice is low and husky when he regains his previous thought. "baby- wanna try something..." he tilts your head so you're gazing up at him. he caresses your cheek, his eyes betraying his affection for you, a flicker of desire hiding just beneath the surface. holding his gaze, you nod without even knowing what it was he was wanting to try.

"'m gonna take a hit and blow it into your mouth... is that okay, sweetheart ?" his voice is gentle, thumb continuing to run lazy patterns into your cheek. you sigh, leaning into his touch. "'ts okay, hyuck... wanna try too..."

he nods, lips leaving a loving peck to your forehead. he brings the cigarette towards his face, wrapping his lips around it. he inhales, his free hand bringing you closer. you eagerly part your lips, breath fanning across his mouth. your lips teasingly brush as he exhales, the smoke invading your senses. pulling back, you cough weakly, eyes tearing up. he chuckles fondly, hand returning to your back to soothe you. "that's it... you did 's good, baby..."

by the time your eyes lift to meet his, your brain has gone fuzzy, the hit more intense than you could've expected. your arms slither around his shoulders, your body pushing harder against his. he hums, wordlessly embracing you. "good ?" you nod, tugging at his shirt again, voice breathy. "want more..."

he laughs softly, taking another puff before bringing his lips back to yours. this time, he fully connects your mouths, releasing the smoke. you sigh into the kiss, arms tightening around his shoulders. your lips press together harder, the kiss turning desperate as the haze in your mind grows. haechan groans, his body heating up at the way you greedily inhale.

he pulls back, stuffing the cigarette into the ashtray, before smashing your lips back together. he pushes you so you're lying down on the bed, his body automatically towering over you. the kiss turns filthy, a chaotic mess of teeth clashing, tongues tangling. you hitch your legs around his waist, ankles hooking together as you press your hips up against haechans.

he lets out a startled grunt, one hand pushing your ( his ) shirt up, running along the bare skin that peeks out, the other gripping onto your thigh, dragging it harder against him. his hips automatically meet your grinds, the friction causing simultaneous gasps of pleasure to break the kiss for a split second, before your lips instinctively connect once again.

the sound of the bedsheets shuffling fill the room, the wet smacks as your mouths connect over, and over again, and the soft, sleepy moans that are muffled by the entangling tongues. the breeze from the window flows into his dorm room, the lingering scent of smoke creating a cloudy, dreamy ambience.