Summary: This is a continuation of Yakult and Tobacco, which is post-chapter 704. Part 2 takes place about 3 weeks after the end of Part 1. The Kiheitai meet Otsu and reveal what happened to Tsunpo (Bansai).
a/n: This is my 2nd Gintama fic almost one year after the 1st. I had an idea to continue the story but didn't have it planned from the beginning. You don't have to read the first Yakult and Tobacco to read this one I guess, but this is a definite sequel, and it'd be nice if more people read that too if they haven't already. As I've said before, I hope this isn't too bad. Likes and reblogs are appreciated!
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On a particular day, the Yorozuya had no plans or jobs scheduled, and it might’ve been an uneventful day if not for an unexpected visitor.
Shinpachi promptly answered the door after the doorbell rang. “Otsu-chan!” he said excitedly upon seeing who it was. “Come in. How may we help you?”
After everyone was seated, Otsu began by saying, “This might be the strangest request I’ve ever had for you, but I would like your help finding my producer Tsunpo-san.”
“He’s missing?” Gintoki asked.
“It seems like it…But I don’t know for sure. The last time I talked to him was a little over two and a half years ago. He hasn’t answered my calls or texts since then.”
“Hold on. You haven’t heard from him in that long? Sorry if this comes off as judgey–I’m really just trying to understand–but why are you just now trying to find him?”
“The last time Tsunpo-san contacted me was a few weeks before the invasion of the Altana Liberation Army. But when I tried to reach out again when it was over, no response. I didn’t know why he wasn’t responding or what could’ve happened to him. And none of my other colleagues from the music industry knew anything. It just felt like I’d hit a dead end, so I had no choice but to move on.” Otsu turned to look at Shinpachi. “I would’ve asked the Yorozuya for help sooner, but I found out Shinpachi-san was the only one running it for a while and didn’t want to burden him with a complicated problem.”
Shinpachi lowered his head. “I’m sorry, Otsu-chan. I hope we can help you this time, though.”
“It would be great to get some answers.”
Gintoki crossed one leg over the other and said, “So, if we want to get anywhere, we should start with the basics. What did Tsunpo-san look like?”
“I actually never saw his face or met him in person,” Otsu replied sheepishly.
“Oi, doesn’t it sound creepy that this guy wouldn’t show his face?”
Kagura shrugged. “I don’t know, Gin-chan. Think of all the world-famous musicians who wear costumes and masks in public.”
Otsu nodded. “Kagura-san is right. That’s why I never thought anything of it. I just really respected Tsunpo-san’s artistry. We mostly talked on the phone, but the few times we video called, he did wear a kabuki mask if he was on camera. There weren’t many physical traits I could see, but I think his hair was green.”
Gintoki’s eyebrows went up. “Was there anything else that stood out about him? Like speech patterns, behaviors…?”
“Hmm… Oh, yes! He would say gozaru instead of gozaimasu, which made him sound more old-timey. And his favorite instrument was the shamisen.”
Shinpachi considered this for a moment before saying, “Gin-san, are you thinking of the same person? Could it really be him?”
“I’m 99% positive,” Gintoki answered and turned back to Otsu. “Well, the surprisingly good news is I think we have an idea of Tsunpo-san’s real identity, but we need to confirm. Then we’ll be closer to figuring out what happened to him.”
“Really?” Otsu exclaimed, then bowed. “Thank you all so much. I knew I could count on you!”
Everyone stood up, and Kagura led Otsu to the door this time. “We’ll call you when we have an update,” she said.
After Otsu left, the three Yorozuya members contemplated their next move. If Tsunpo, Otsu-chan’s former producer, was really Kawakami Bansai, they’d need to confirm with people close to him.
……
Gintoki called up the Kiheitai, who were still residing in Edo.
“Hello?” Takasugi answered.
“Hey, Takasugi, it’s Gintoki. Listen, I don’t mean to be blunt, but was Bansai-san a producer for the famous pop star Terakado Tsuu?”
There was a pause on the other end, followed by a chuckle. “It’s true,” Takasugi responded. “I’m surprised you finally put two and two together after all this time. But what is this about?”
Gintoki explained the whole situation. “...Now that I’ve confirmed Tsunpo’s real identity and that he’s passed away, I can let Otsu-chan know. However… I feel like people close to him would be more fit to talk about him, so would you guys mind coming down to meet Otsu-chan?”
“Hmm…I don’t know…I’ll have to talk to the others about it and get back to you.”
“Fine by me. I hope you consider it, though. Talk to you later.”
……
Otsu returned to the Yorozuya office the next day after a phone call. This time, though, there were also three new people she’d never met: Takasugi Shinsuke, Kijima Matako, and Takechi Henpeita.
Once introductions were out of the way, it was time to get down to business. Shinsuke started the conversation. “As you already know, we three were friends of Tsunpo, except we knew him by his real name, Kawakami Bansai. And this might come as a shock to you, but he had a different life from what you may expect. You see, we were all members of the Kiheitai, a Jouishishi faction.”
Shinsuke paused to observe her reaction and give her a chance to speak. Otsu’s face was slightly pensive. She said, “To be honest, I did not expect that, but I don’t think I can be angry or disappointed at this point by learning the truth. I’ll always have a good opinion of Tsunpo-san. He recognized my talent and helped me clean up my image when I was at the lowest point of my career. It’s thanks to him that I was able to become one of the top idols of Japan. So he passed away, huh?”
Takasugi frowned slightly. “Yeah, he passed away over two years ago in the war. But he actually died while trying to help save the world, not to destroy it. In fact, we were all there fighting the Altana Liberation Army to save the world. Looking back, I’ll always remember how Bansai believed in us and was a great friend. You should also be glad to know that music really had been a big part of his personality.”
There was a moment of silence. Finally, Shinpachi spoke up. “Bansai-san seemed like a really cool person. He was actually nice to be around at that time we were all on Rakuyou. And to think I was talking to the producer of my favorite idol and had no idea?”
Kagura smirked. “You would’ve definitely been geeking out, Pattsan.”
Otsu smiled gently. “It’s comforting to hear that Bansai-san was a good person. But I’m still sad he’s gone, even though I’d already mentally prepared myself for the worst scenario. Besides the songs he made for me, I don’t have anything else to remember him by…”
After just listening up to this point, Matako said, “You don’t need to feel so bad. We’re almost in the exact same boat as you. You see, it wasn’t possible for us to collect any of Bansai-senpai’s belongings after the war.”
“But there may still be a way to find some of Bansai-dono’s things,” Henpeita pointed out. “As the three of us know, the Kiheitai had many different hideouts. Remember, there was at least one used by Bansai-dono if he came to Edo by himself. It was actually a condo he bought, so anything he left there may still be there. The HOA couldn’t have moved his things out despite being dead either, since he also set up automatic payments for his condo fees.”
Matako raised an eyebrow. “Did Bansai-senpai tell you that?”
Henpeita bobbed his head. “It just came up in conversation one day. Those producer royalty checks are something else.”
Takasugi chuckled.
Gintoki clapped his hands once and stood up. “Then it’s settled! You Kiheitai people can go over there and see what you can find. Please bring something back for Otsu-chan to remember Tsunpo-san by.” He looked at Otsu. “If that’s what you’d like?”
Otsu looked at the Kiheitai. “I wouldn’t mind, if it’s not too much trouble…”
Takasugi stood up, followed by the other two. “Even though this wasn’t part of the original deal…” he said looking at Gintoki, then turned to Otsu, “we’ll do it.”
……
Finding the condo building and even the individual unit wasn’t very hard at all since the Kiheitai had been in the practice of keeping track of its members’ whereabouts and its hideout locations for safety and other reasons. Bansai being Shinsuke’s 2nd in command was no exception. The hardest part was probably flagging down a taxi to get from Kabukicho to the condo.
Upon arrival, they just walked right in casually and went for the elevator. On the way up to the 22nd floor, it was silent at first until Takechi said, “Remember how I told you that while I was visiting a dragon hole, I heard a rumor that the Harusame was starting to go around collecting Altana crystals from all over the world?”
“Did the rumor end up being true?” Takasugi asked.
“Yes. In fact, I heard directly from Kamui-san the other day. He says he’s glad you’re alive, Shinsuke-dono. Apparently, they’re trying to make hair growth products from the Altana. Kamui-san got the idea from his father. The Harusame has become quite poor with no major backings, so they want to go into new ventures. He says their plan is to become a 90% legal business.”
Matako scoffed. “Just 90%?”
“You know what they say,” Shinsuke chimed in, “old habits die hard.”
They got out on the 22nd floor and walked down the hallway in silence until they found the door. Instead of a keyhole, there was a keypad lock. Shinsuke punched in what he thought he remembered the code as.
Click.
He turned the handle, and lucky for them, the door opened.
The apartment inside wasn’t exorbitantly fancy but definitely still more upscale than cheap. There was a computer in one corner with a printer, basic producing equipment and electric keyboard, and a few feet away, an acoustic guitar sitting on a stand.
Matako picked up the guitar. “I think Otsu-chan would like this guitar.”
Shinsuke nodded as he looked around. They could technically leave now that they had something, but he didn’t feel quite ready.
“It’s not as dusty as I expected,” Shinsuke remarked. “Housekeeping must still come.”
“What are we gonna do with this place?” Matako wondered. “It was mostly just Bansai-senpai’s, and he’s gone now.”
“We can’t take everything, but we can grab a few more personal items, then notify management of this resident’s passing, and they’ll take care of the rest probably.”
Shinsuke noticed Takechi was sitting at the computer clicking around. He went to stand next to him to get a closer look for himself. There appeared to be mostly mp3 files and an icon for FL Studio, a digital audio workstation, on the home screen, which wasn’t that surprising. But one thing caught his eye.
“Can you click on that?” Shinsuke instructed, pointing to where he wanted Takechi to go.
Takechi did what he was asked, and a window popped up with a picture.
“I didn’t know he took this,” Matako commented. It was a picture of the four of them having dinner at one of the hideouts. Besides Bansai flashing a peace sign for the camera, it was a completely candid photo. Behind Bansai on one side, Matako and Henpeita appeared to be arguing over something. On the other side, Shinsuke was picking up a piece of food with a smirk.
“We were actually a really good team,” she said. “I’m just glad we can at least be together like this again.”
Shinsuke turned his head for a second to look at her sympathetically. “I know the Kiheitai’s been through a lot in the past couple years, but I promise things will be different now.”
Matako smiled. “We can finally make a memorial for Bansai-senpai, huh?”
“Do you want me to print out the picture?” Takechi asked. “Hopefully it’s not out of ink. We’ve somehow been really lucky so far today.”
“Go ahead,” Takasugi said. “Print two copies while you’re at it.”
They decided to leave with the guitar, the printed photos, and a pair of headphones that looked similar to Bansai’s main pair. After the photos were printed out, Takasugi told Takechi to delete the file from the computer. He just didn’t want a picture of them floating around for any random person coming after to see since they weren’t going to take the computer.
……
The Kiheitai ended up going back to the Yorozuya that same day to deliver the items. Gintoki then called up Otsu, and they waited until she arrived.
“Wow, you guys are fast!” she remarked.
“We found this guitar and these headphones,” Matako said. “Which one of them do you want?”
“Hmm…The guitar!”
Matako handed it off to her.
Otsu bowed. “Thank you, I’ll treasure it always.”
Takasugi pulled out one of the printed photos. “Here’s a picture of Bansai we found, too. Now you’ll finally know what he looked like.”
Otsu took the picture, and her eyebrows went up. Without taking her eyes off it, she said, “Wow, he definitely looks like the artist type. I’d expect nothing less from someone cool like Tsunpo-san…He was also quite handsome.” Now she was blushing slightly.
Shinpachi gasped dramatically in the back.
“You can keep the picture,” Shinsuke told her. “We have our own copy.”
“Thank you all again for helping me. It means so much that I could finally get some closure.” Otsu reached into her purse and took out some money, giving it to him.
Shinsuke raised his eyebrows, then smiled. “Thank you.”
Otsu stood up and gave money to Gintoki, too, who was more than happy to accept. “Well, I better be heading out.” She picked up the guitar. “I now have some new inspiration and a new perspective, and I’m ready to channel it into a song!”
……
Later that day while back at their house, the Kiheitai finished putting together a simple memorial/shrine for Bansai and were now burning incense. On a small table, the picture was now in a frame, with the headphones laying in front of the picture and a vase of incense sticks to the side.
None of the members were particularly religious, but paying their respects to the dead still felt appropriate as a ritual. They each put their hands together and bowed their heads.
After a minute, Matako asked, “Shinsuke-sama, do you know if there’s an afterlife?”
Takasugi shrugged. “In all seriousness, I still don’t know despite literally coming back from the dead. I actually don’t remember anything in between dying and being reborn. After experiencing that, I’d be fine to just wait a long time before learning the answer.”
“I suppose we won’t know for certain until it’s truly our time,” Takechi said.
Matako smirked at him. “I think the lolicon is definitely going to hell,” she grumbled.
“I’m not a lolicon, I’m a feminist.”
……
The next morning, Shinsuke and Matako were sitting outside on the veranda after breakfast to enjoy the refreshing weather. Shinsuke also was smoking his kiseru.
Henpeita came outside and said, “I finished talking to the apartment management about the death of their resident. They seemed understandably shocked yet also sad. Of course, I had to change a few details of the story…They don’t need us for anything else because we weren’t his relatives, but they told me they’d cancel his account and thanked me for notifying them.”
“Thanks for doing that, Takechi,” Shinsuke said. “Now, I’d actually like to make a call to Kamui. I’ve been thinking about what he told you, and I’m intrigued. Maybe we can be involved in some way to help.”
Matako leaned forward. “Shinsuke-sama, what kind of involvement do you have in mind? Please tell me we’ll stay away from anything too sketchy. Compared to the Harusame, even we looked like saints.”
He blew out some smoke, then locked eyes with her as he said, “I promise. I plan on asserting our boundaries and staying on the 90% legal side. We’ll all have a say in the matter.”
Matako nodded. “Okay, that’s reassuring.”
Shinsuke took a final hit from his pipe. “Anyway…I’m gonna call him now.” With that, he stood up and went inside.
Henpeita sat down. “I look forward to what that man has in mind.”
“Let’s see where we go this time.”
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a/n: Thanks for reading! Please like and reblog! Do you think I should keep it a duology or go for a trilogy in the future?
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final delivery of the thirst week! (only 3 weeks apart from the others WELL) hope everyone enjoys this one, I was just desperately wanting to put this out so much that I forgot it was supposed to be some fantasy related TT don't sue me please hope you enjoy the lemon
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You took a deep breath, focusing on relaxing your jaw and practicing your most seductive smile. Subtle, but inviting. Just as you were ready to enter the stage through the velvet curtains you heard your coworker calling.
“Y/n! He’s here, he’s asking for you!”
You knew exactly who he was and that you should be there immediately. Smiling wide, you rush to the private rooms upstairs, trying to get there before him. Everyone in the club knows you should leave whatever you are doing when Jeonghan comes.
“You should really start telling me when you will come, I could get prettier for you” Your voice is low and full of need. Jeonghan places soft kisses on your lips, nose and forehead until you disappear down, to place yourself between his legs. You palm him playfully over his clothes, but he quickly takes your hand and puts it beside you.
“Not in the mood for foreplay tonight, I’m going to wreck that pretty throat, is it okay, love?” He strokes your neck with his long fingers.
You nodded. Fucking yes, please.
Jeonghan smirks, grabbing a fistful of your hair while looking at you like he is about to ruin you, and you couldn’t be more impatient, tugging at the fabric of his pants to know you can’t wait anymore.
Mere seconds later he begins trusting into you, guiding you, letting the feeling of your mouth wrapping his cock guide him. He moans softly but it drives you insane, you wouldn’t know what you do if he was louder. You are gagging and panting and choking but he doesn't stop, not even when you gargle thanks to his cock hitting the back of your throat over and over. Jeonghan bit his bottom lip as he watches your mascara getting ruined, tears rolling down. The drool on your chin falls down your neck into your skirt and you can feel the wet spot through your lace panties onto the floor.
Jeonghan’s voice was breathy and low, in contrast with his gentle tone. His hand never leaves your hair and he tugs everytime he hears you gag, encouraging your cries. “Fuck, only you can take it like this, no one else,” with closed eyes he comes violently, painting your throat white and having you moaning as you expertly swallow it all.
Jeonghan falls back on the couch where he was sitting, watching you lick your top lip and remove the spit from the corners of your mouth. He laughs airy and amusedly. “I fucking swear, you are truly are going to be the death of me,” he says before pulling you over his lap and burying his face between your neck and shoulders.
“You love me,” you say innocently, and Jeonghan laughs.
“I sure do”
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Warning: This is a dark romance inspired fanfiction. I, Rainer, specialize in stories with questionable depictions of men who could never be considered the hero by any source. Do not read this if you are not interested in darker themes, and questionable love interests.
Summary: Joshua is the one athlete you don't want to get tangled up with, and somehow you manage to catch his attention anyways.
Tags: 5k+ words, dubcon, rough sex, safe words established, muffling, controlling!joshua, angry/Joshua, Dom/sub themes, fingering, degradation, no condom, a creampie, manipulation tactics, honestly one of my tamer works, aftercare-ish
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Liking hockey at the University you currently attended was the one sport that made sense, and yet somehow also a very underrated sport to like.
Rainer University was known for football. It was known for basketball, and tailgating outside of the football stadium.
It was known for their rivalry with Kent University only an hour and a half away. It was known for Rainer’s logo that was only an inch larger on their board then Kent’s logo.
And yet, their best well-kept secret was the fact that their hockey team were back to back to back national champions.
They hadn’t won the Frozen Four, but they were absolutely incredible.
And you had only realized it recently.
Basketball and Football may have been the only sports anyone at this school cared about, but you were now one of the people in the know. Hockey was the best, and your hockey team was full of genuinely humble and kind athletes.
You were obsessed with the team now. You watched their stats, saw their games on TV when you could, which wasn’t very often considering your job didn’t allow you the time to actually see their games.
Yes, you worked closely with the University, mostly focused on making sure that their sports socials were well maintained but that didn’t mean you got to go to games.
Instead you got to go through footage, edit captions, talk to coaches, and every now and then en route between place to place you got to be there to talk to the players.
You weren’t a fan of many of them. The basketball players were pretty much all egotistical assholes. At least that was earned. They were a pretty good team.
The American football team however was a very unearned group of egotistical, overenthusiastic players who thought they were incredible despite being bottom in the bracket for the last five years.
No one even hoped for a Megladon victory over Kent University’s Vipers anymore when it came to football. It was hardly even a rivalry.
You did like some members on the football team. The punter this year was pretty nice and humble. Just a guy excited to play a sport he loved.
And that was why, along with being the best sport at your school nowadays, the hockey team was so much better than the others.
They were humble, they were kind, and they just loved hockey.
And it made you love hockey, to see other athletes who just loved the sport they played.
Your favorite player on the team was one of the centers, Mingi. When you first met him you had accidentally run into him in the hallway between meeting with one of the basketball players, and running a talk over the football coach.
You had dropped your clipboard, and hadn’t even noticed you were so focused on everything. And despite that and your complete blinders on that made you not notice that Mingi was even right there, he picked up your clipboard, and politely tapped your shoulder to give it back.
You had already admired the team, but you didn’t recognize Mingi.
Of course, now you knew everything about him. You watched his stats so that you could congratulate him on goals or assists. You encouraged him every time he won a game, and spoke eagerly to Seonghwa when the two were accompanying one another.
You could pretty much pick out any of the players. You knew their stats, you loved their constant drive to be the best team there was.
So when you saw Mingi walking down the hall with Donghae and someone you didn’t recognize you didn’t think much of it.
“Mingi!” You greeted with a large smile, putting aside your laptop. “And Donghae- hey where’s Seonghwa?”
“He is checking in with the physical therapist,” Mingi replied after saying hi to you with an enthusiastic greeting of your name. The three people stopped in front of you, all wearing white button ups. They must be going to the same event.
“Oh is he okay?” You asked softly, you glanced over at Donghae giving him a smile and a small wave. Mingi raised a shoulder.
“His hand hurts, I’m sure he’ll be fine.”
“Where are you guys off to?” You asked. You picked up a leaflet, flipping through it. “I didn’t realize you had any events coming up.”
“It’s just a meet-and-greet with the fans,” Seonghwa explained warmly. “Signing things, and we’ll all be skating together.”
You beamed.
“That sounds amazing, have fun!”
“You never come to our events,” Mingi said with a teasing smile. “Are you even a fan?”
You laughed.
“Well I-” You started to try to tell him that you were busy with work. You tried to explain you never had game days off, but before you could, the other person in the trio spoke.
“Seems like a puck bunny if I’ve ever met one.”
Your mouth ran dry. You blinked once, a second time, and your gaze slowly found the person who had spoken.
You hadn’t really looked at him yet, and he wasn’t looking at you at all.
Messy black hair; not short, but not long. A thin face, dark eyes. He was staring at his phone as if you weren’t even worth his attention.
You broke yourself out of your stunned trance when Mingi spoke:
“Joshua,” he said quietly, giving the guy a disapproving elbow. You felt panic seize your heart.
“Joshua Hong?” You mumbled out loud.
The athlete’s eyes flickered up to you and he arched an eyebrow as if to criticize you for only just realizing who he was.
You swallowed.
Joshua Hong was #3 on the Megladon’s and he was infamously the most aggressive of the boys. You weren’t allowed to fight in college hockey, and Joshua pushed that rule as much as he could.
He checked players into the side boards hard. He tripped players more than anyone else.
He had the highest penalty time of the entire team and he was already signed to play with the NHL team the Utah Mammoth. They were the most aggressive team in the league.
You had never met Joshua before. You had never wanted to meet Joshua before. His reputation preceded him, and his friends made even more of a statement than anything else.
Thirteen boys that no one dared to mess with, and yet you had somehow managed to piss this one off.
“Well, I really ought to get going,” you stated. “The football team has a thing today I still have to prepare for.”
Mingi, completely ignoring the tension in the room sighed.
“You like Juyeon more than me.”
You laughed. You had been nervous at one point, for Juyeon and Mingi to meet, because those two were the only athletes that you really spoke to. But instead the two just jokingly fought for your attention.
“I’m not even going to see the football team.”
You picked up your things, and pressed them close to your chest.
“Good luck at your fan signing,” you said in farewell. You started to walk away, but before you could get fully away, your foot collided with someone else’s. You stumbled, catching yourself before you face planted. You quickly looked over your shoulder and you saw that Joshua was right there, looking at you in disdain.
Had he tried to trip you on purpose?
Before you could say anything, he turned away. Delete
You were a pretty smart person. And that meant that you knew better than to run into Joshua again.
You had no interest in being one of his many victims.
You had only heard dangerous things about him.
Not only did he have a reputation for being rough on the ice, he had a reputation for being rough with partners in general.
No one survived a relationship with Joshua - Not that you wanted a relationship with him.
But he got bored of people fast. He broke up with them messily.
And you did not want to put yourself on a list of messy breakups.
So when you turned the corner a few days later, interaction mostly forgotten, you almost choked on your matcha when you ran straight into a mass of muscle.
You swallowed, looking up as you just barely prevented your matcha from spilling.
Damn, that would have made your day so much worse, your matcha had been a special treat since you had such a long day ahead of you.
You barely had time to breathe, much less bump into anyone.
You looked up at apologize, but the words died before even leaving your mouth.
“And of course you don’t look where you’re going.”You sucked in a sharp breath as you met Joshua’s cold eyes. Something about him was… Unsettling. The way he took you in like you were a speck of dust wasn’t even the worst part he just seemed… Off.
“I’m sorry,” was all that you managed to say. You tried to side step him so that you could quickly get out of his way, but as you did he pushed his hand out, blocking your path with his arm. His head tilted.
“The guys told me off the other day for how I treated you,” he continued. “Told me I should apologize for just assuming your character.”
You swallowed.
“I don’t-”
“I’m not here to apologize,” Joshua said before you could finish telling him you didn’t even want an apology. You frowned slightly at his words. He had… Intentionally sought you out?
“I’m here to teach you a lesson,” Joshua continued. He started to walk forward, backing you into a corner. You took each step away from him hesitantly, until your back bumped the wall behind you.
“W-What do you mean by that?” You asked nervously. He raised an eyebrow.
“I mean that you’re going to learn not to make me look bad in front of others.”
He slammed his hand on the wall right by your head. You flinched.
“I didn’t do anything wrong, I barely even spoke to you,” you protested quickly. The way he was looking at you now had stopped being so sinister. Now he looked… Almost hungry and that was a whole different sort of terrifying.
“You played a victim, when all you are is a little attention whore.”
It was derogatory. He was being mean.
You had always liked it when people were mean to you, and the words just sent a tingle down your back, and all you could think about was how now your core was burning. You wanted more of those crass words.
“I should go,” you said softly.
Joshua smiled, and raised a hand slowly to your collarbone. His thumb ran over it for a little while, for so long really that you got distracted. You forgot for a moment that you were supposed to be running, and that you were supposed to be scared. Instead, all you were thinking about was how nice it felt to be… Touched.
His hands were warm, and he smelled like vanilla and the faintest hints of whiskey.
You breathed him in slowly, and with that he slowly dragged his hand up and squeezed your throat, just enough to remind you of the danger that you were in.
“You’re just like everyone else.”
Your chest constricted and a frown crossed your lips.
“No I’m not,” you protested suddenly. He squeezed tighter, warning you not to argue with him. He leaned in close, raising his tone as if to mock you.
“Yes. You. Are.”
He smiled and his eyes flickered down.
“But you have a nice throat to squeeze,” he commented. “And I much prefer your breasts to others.”
The vulgarness made heat rise to your cheeks.
“I bet you’re so wet for me too,” he continued. “Do you want the hot hockey player to fuck you baby?”
You wanted to be mad so bad, but his use of baby made your brain short-circuit. Damn, you hadn’t thought you even liked pet names.
“Shut up,” you mumbled.
“Keep dismissing me like that,” Joshua said, his tone dropping again. “See how well I take it.”
Your eyes widened a smidge.
“Look, Joshua-”
“Call me master.”
You opened your mouth to scoff, instead, you had to snap it shut and suppressed a moan.
What the fuck.
“I’m not going to call you…” You trailed off. “That…””
Joshua’s lip upturned slightly in the corner.
“Well, I won’t listen unless you say that.”
His fingers released your throat just slightly, uncurling in order to be able to show some of your skin. He leaned down, his lips brushing your neck.
“What a pretty little bunny you are.”
“I told you I’m not a puck bunny,” you argued back, but your voice was hitching as you spoke. His teeth bit down on the hollow of your neck and you tilted your chin up, moaning softly.
Your face blazed such a dark red that you felt like you had been set aflame.
“I told you not to argue with me,” he warned. “I’m not afraid to teach you how to listen.”
You swallowed at his threat. You wanted so bad to tell him to stop. You wanted to tell him that he wasn’t turning you on, but you were absolutely soaked, and the control he was emitting was turning you on in a way that was bad for a feminist.
You opened your mouth again, and it wasn’t going to be an answer that Joshua was going to like when your name was being called. Joshua was off of you in seconds, and your fingers were running through your hair as you tried to get yourself gathered again.
Juyeon popped around the corner, hair dyed blonde, his fingers rolling and unrolling.
He barely took in the fact that you were in the same room as Joshua.
“Thank God,” he said, he pulled you into a one-armed hug. A surprised expression crossed your face at the contact, he never touched you like this, it was extremely uncommon.
“Juyeon?” You asked. He fixed you under a serious look.
“I heard that you hate me now,” he said very seriously. You hugged out a laugh, putting a little bit of space between you two.
“Juyeon, you’re ridiculous, is that actually what you were looking for me about?” You asked with a nervous laugh. Your eyes darted towards Joshua, who was still standing in the corner. He was so tense.
“No, I just had to tell you we won, and it was amazing,” he said excitedly. “We played my old school and I got to see everyone I used to play with. My girlfriend came and she surprised me by cheering for me.”
Juyeon was practically a running faucet of information - in fact, you had never seen him so bubbly and excited before. It was a bit refreshing. As you too spoke (well, Juyeon spoke and you listened) you completely lost track of time. By the time that you realized you had to get out of there, you turned and Joshua was gone.
You decided to count yourself lucky this time, and just hope to God that you didn’t run into him like that again. Delete
You were watching the game on TV when it happened. You didn’t catch your schools hockey games very often, and even less were they broadcasted on television.
So it was a bit disheartening to get to watch the one game that they lost in overtime after being ahead for the whole first two periods.
You knew that you would hear about it later from Mingi- He loved talking about hockey so much and he had played such a great game tonight- They all had. But in the end the other team had just made an insane comeback.
You were still sort of recovering from the game.
The adrenaline that came from watching your team make some of the most incredible saves of the season was still weighing on your chest. Only to be pulled abruptly out of said state when a rapid succession of knocks came from your apartment door.
No… Knocks wasn’t the right term to use.
Someone was pounding on your front door, demanding entry in a way no one you knew would ever even attempt.
You were up in seconds, rushing over to the door. You peeked through the peep hole, in time to see the person who was trying to break your door down.
Joshua?
You pulled open the door, and he gave you a half a glance-
“Finally.”
-before bargaining into your apartment.
You stood there, completely stunned for a few moments, the door still wide open. But then, despite your initial survival instincts that came with this man, you shut the door and turned around.
“How do you know where I live?”
“Doesn’t matter,” he replied pointedly. He was looking around your living room, his eyes taking in every detail of your small apartment. He looked angry, and you weren’t really sure why.
The game?
Probably.
But why was he here?
Before you could ask that question, Joshua started to pull his shirt, one-handed over his head.
“Woah, what are you-?”
He gave you half a smile.
“I’m finishing what I started the other day.”
His fingers started to unbutton his pants.
“Get on your knees.”
You opened your mouth to protest, but nothing came out of it. Your face flared with heat, and you weren’t sure what to say. Joshua huffed out an annoyed sound and picked up two books.
Two… Dark romance books.
“You’re telling me you have these and you’re going to pretend you don’t want this?”
“That’s fiction!”
Joshua walked closer to you, staring down at you.
“You desire someone to take control,” he said slowly. His fingers brushed the underside of your chin. “So let me take control.”
Your breath caught in your throat so he gestured again across the room at a defaced picture of a hockey player, proving another thing that he somehow knew about you.
Then he lifted one of the books in his hand: Red Thorns by Rina Kent. He tapped the cover.
“Reality.”
You bit down on your lip.
This was your last chance. You could feel it in your guts.
Joshua was dangerous. He was cruel. He had scary intentions. He wasn’t the sort of guy who was going to touch you and let you run free. Giving you this was surprising in itself. You had the chance right now to end this.
Reality was the safe word that the two main characters of Red Thorns had set. If you used it, you could run. He would leave. You would never hear from him again. You just knew it.
But, something in you was broken. Something in you was fucking stupid as hell.
You slowly, sunk down to your knees.
Joshua smiled something that was absolutely chilling. He stepped out of his pants, throwing aside his clothes until all that was in front of you was his hard cock.
It was a piece of art, truly. With a perfect mushroom head, and a veiny shaft. You reached forward to touch the base- Assuming that was what he wanted but the gesture resulted in him slapping you across the face.
You retracted your hand, looking up at him with wide eyes and a red face.
“Did I ask you to touch me?” He asked. You shook your head once, eyes still wide. “Then don’t.”
Joshua reached forward, grabbing you by the roots of your hair.
“Mouth open.”
You opened it and he pushed his cock all the way into your mouth. His tip hit the back of your throat and reflexively you choked out. He held you close against his pelvis.
“There we go baby… Swallow my cock,” he said softly, his voice sounding almost soothing. “Breath around my length, that’s all you’re going to be able to breathe for the next few hours.”
You tried your best to breathe in carefully but you couldn’t stop gagging around him. Tears gathered in your eyes, and saliva dripped down your chin but you could tell by the way he was painfully gripping your hair that there wasn’t anything that he was going to do until you stopped gagging.
You slowed your breathing, careful to keep your hands behind your back, knowing that touching him would likely end in punishment again.
Once your breathing was finally normal again, his cock twitched in your throat, and he used his free hand to wipe the tears from the corners of your eyes.
“Such a good girl,” he praised, before grabbing you by the sides of your head in order to pull out, just to thrust back in.
You had fucked people before. You weren’t a prude. And you had read about things like this before. You loved to read about sex like this… Vanilla sex was honestly a bit of a turn off.
But no one had ever fucked you like this before.
Never actually rough, never actually chasing their pleasure.
People were always worried about hurting you.
Joshua looked like he genuinely couldn’t care less if he hurt you or not. Something about that was that much more of a turn on.
Joshua pulled out of your mouth suddenly, leaving your mouth gaping, saliva dripping down your chin. You probably already looked like a mess, and that in itself was humiliating, but you didn’t even have time to think much about that.
Joshua raised an eyebrow.
“Wider.”
You opened your mouth more for him, sticking your tongue out and as you did he spit right into it. Your eyes widened slightly, your face growing redder- if that were even possible.
“Come on, be a good girl,” Joshua said. “Swallow.”
Your face burned but you did so, closing your mouth afterwards. He smiled and tapped your cheek condescendingly.
“Now get on your hands and knees.”
You scrambled into position, your knees bumping the carpet. Before you were even steady Joshua was ripping down your pants. Your fingers balled into fists as you struggled to stay up right.
Joshua knelt down behind you, spreading your thighs out. He whistled low.
“Even prettier than I imagined.”
You looked back at him through your already messy hair and he smiled at you.
“And trust me baby. I imagined.”
Before you had time to ponder what that meant Joshua was now focused on you again. His thumb ran between your soaked lips, and he trailed your wetness around almost mindlessly.
“You’re wet, huh? You said that those books were just fiction?” He teased. You opened your mouth to argue but he slipped the tip of his thumb into you. “No… I don’t think I want this little bunny to speak. I want you to stay nice and quiet for me.”
You pressed your lips together tightly, trying to keep yourself quiet. He hummed at your attempt at obedience, and started to tease your entrance with the tip of his thumb. He would let it slip in, just enough that you could feel it. Just enough that it would make your head fall forward and hit the carpet. And then he would pull out his thumb and you would be left with no stimulation until your entire body was shaking and he decided that it was time to tease you more.
You were a mess, you were panting and shaking but you were still doing your best to stay quiet because you didn’t want to be scolded again.
You wanted to be good. You were good at being good.
“You’ll let me do anything to you right now won’t you?” Joshua asked. You didn’t respond. You were smacked in the ass.
“Pr-Probably,” you blurted out. Another smack. “Okay! Y-Yes!”
Joshua laughed, clearly having more fun then he should be having, he sunk a full finger into you, which was arguably worse than just being teased by his thumb.
His finger pushed deep and was much larger than your own. You hadn’t realized it before, and now you couldn’t do anything but realize it.
A mewl escaped your lips and your face burned in humiliation, but it made Joshua bury his face in your neck. He placed a kiss to your neck.
“I think I told you to be quiet.”
He pushed a second finger into you and your mouth fell open into a heavier pant. Within seconds, Joshua’s other hand was wrapped around your face, covering your mouth. You closed your eyes as you were effectively silenced.
“You feel so good around my fingers. Hardly tight at all, you’re relaxing so good for me.”
Joshua began to pump his fingers in and out of you and it made your thighs shake. The only sound was the squelching noise coming from your absolutely soaked pussy.
He pushed a third finger into you and started fucking you hard and fast. There was no holding back. Your tits bounced at the sheer force of him fingering you.
You couldn’t scream because of his palm on your mouth. You couldn’t move because you liked it too much.
His hands were so rough on you, and yet just when you thought that it was all too much he would kiss the back of your neck and tell you how good you were and you were on the edge all over again.
After what felt like an eternity, Joshua pressed another kiss to the back of your neck, his nose brushing against it, and then his hands were coming off of you.
You gulped in fresh air, your legs shaking.
Joshua kicked your legs wider as you fell back into the carpet, and you heard him undoing his belt.
You listened for a condom wrapped, your heart thumping in your chest. You felt him press the head of his cock to your pussy, and despite how you should have felt you let out a breath of relief.
You wanted to feel all of him.
Joshua slammed into you in one full thrust. You felt a sharp pain shoot through your body and you screamed out.
“Shhhh,” Joshua shushed you, and he leaned forward again, one arm around your waist and his other hand pressed back over your mouth tightly. “Be good and take it.”
He waited until your breathing evened, gentler than you had imagined he would be, before he let himself do what you knew he had wanted to all along. He took long, deep thrust, that were so hard it made your whole body shake.
Your knees rubbed against the carpet as he pushed his cock so deep into you that couldn’t even remember how you had gotten into this situation. You screamed into the palm of his hand, but no matter how hard you screamed you were unable to be heard. Probably a good thing so that you didn’t have to worry about your neighbors complaining about your noise level.
Your fingers kept sliding on the carpet so you raised them to his arm, holding onto him for security.
“I love how much you love this,” Joshua mumbled. “I don’t have to hear you at all to feel that you wanted this. That you needed this.”
You whined and closed your eyes. You couldn’t move, you didn’t want to. He was right, you needed this. You needed his cock to be deep inside of you.
Joshua’s head dipped back down into your neck and he kissed the side of your neck, a start contrast to the way he was ravaging your pussy.
“I’m going to come inside,” he whispered against your neck. “I want you to be full of me. I want you to be stuck with me. Forever.”
Your eyes shot open in surprise, and you wanted to ask him what exactly he meant by them but before you could he had turned your face enough that he was able to press his lips to yours. He smooshed your cheek in his hand to keep you were he wanted, his tongue slipping into your mouth unapologetically just as he started to cum deep inside of you.
You cried out against his lips, the simple action of being filled with cum making you come along with him.
Tears at the immense pleasure ran down your cheeks as you were once again forced to simply breath through your noise.
You could smell Joshua, feel him deeper than you had ever felt anyone, and all you wanted was more and more of him.
Your body shook uncontrollably as Joshua helped you come drown from your orgasm. You squeezed your eyes shut, letting the overwhelming feeling pass, until you finally felt like you could breath normally again.
Joshua slid out of you, and you groaned as his cum dripped out of your pussy, an impossible amount coating your thighs and dripping to your floor.
You two were both quiet for a long while, and every sensation was falling on you quickly.
You had let him fuck you raw and he had come inside of you. Your mind was spiraling with thoughts of how big of a mistake that was, but before you could commit to too much regret you were being lifted by a single arm around your waist. You yelped, grabbing onto Joshua’s biceps for support.
“You hungry?” He asked, his voice rough from having just railed you. You looked up at him, and shook your head. You weren’t.
You carried you into your room and grabbed a towel, wiping your thighs clean. He eyed you.
“You want to shower?”
You shook your head again, your eyes lowering shyly. You knew what your body wanted and it wasn’t food or to be clean.
Joshua started at you for another few seconds before he stood up, clearly about to walk away. You heard him shuffle towards the door so you curled up in your bed, trying to push down any senses of remorse at the fact you would be alone for the night.
And then your bedroom light was being switched off and Joshua was sliding into bed with you. His strong biceps wrapped around you, pulling you close to his chest.
“I’ll be gone when you wake up,” he warned, even as he buried his face in your neck.
People always liked to make jokes about how feminine your boyfriend was. They made comments about him even after he cut his long hair off, just because he still had a ‘pretty boy’ air about him and a subtle elegance in everything he did. Your friends liked to make subtle jabs about how Jeonghan probably could never dominate you, make your knees shake, or please you like a manlier man could. You always just laughed and brushed it off, because you knew the truth. You knew what he was like when you two were alone, and you knew what he was like when he wanted you. If your friends could have seen the way he had been treating you tonight, they would have shut up real quick.
You were pressed up against the wall of his bedroom, music from his roommate’s still ongoing party booming from behind the door. His tongue was in your mouth, the feeling of him tasting as far into you as he could was hot and wet and irresistible. It was less of a kiss and more of him claiming what was his, showing you who you belonged to.
Member: Jeonghan
Genre: Fluff and smut
Word Count: 3,555
It began simply. It was sweet with pure intentions: a soft pink envelope left at the door to your apartment, a small purple heart sealing the content inside. You had picked up the letter delicately as you traced your index finger along the outside; you weren’t sure why exactly, but even before seeing what was inside you were intrigued. You sat down next to your front door, too curious to even make it inside. You knew it was only a marketing ploy, but you were still amazed to receive any mail at all. Your family and friends contacted you through texts or calls whenever they wished and the only mail you ever received were bills. But you had never gotten your water bill on a frilly pink card.
So you opened the letter, knowing full well that it would only try to sell you something, but you still remained acutely surprised that even a marketing team would put so much effort into something to simple. The card inside surprised you more. It was in a neat script and left your name handwritten in baby pink letters on the top. You read each word slowly, allowing you to fully process the letter as you read along.
You let out a quiet laugh to yourself when you had finished the note. The letter was written elegantly as it invited you to a host club that had just opened near your house. More specifically, it was Pledis Host Club; you had heard people talk about the club for its high reputation and graceful demeanor. It was unlike the other host clubs where you would mostly go to to get drunk – at Pledis you would be served tea or coffee.
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Summary: you promised yourself that you wouldn’t fall in love but jeonghan just had to go ahead and ruin everything
Author’s Note: this is my piece for the @svthub collab: Pink Eros. i’d written it differently to the way i usually write due to the concept and i'm sorry it's so long lol. please make sure you check out the other works in the collab and support my fellow writers as well! please let me know your thoughts and i hope you guys enjoy!
You were six years old when the Duke, your father, told you that you were engaged to the Crown Prince.
Back then, you had no idea what it all meant. But, being the obedient daughter that you were, the words ‘Yes, Father’ came out of your own mouth with no hesitation. That was when your whole life changed.
Almost immediately, your etiquette, history and dancing lessons increased, especially when compared to your older brother Joshua who was also taking advanced lessons as heir to the Kidrey Duchy. On top of that, you also had to learn various other subjects that would shape you to be the Crown Princess and future Empress, the Empire required.
Gone were the days when you sat back and enjoyed being a regular noble six year old and you didn’t even have the time to say goodbye.
A year later, you met Jeonghan.
On your seventh birthday, you and the Duke went on a week-long journey to Lombardi, the Capital of the Attacca Empire. As soon as you arrived, your presence was summoned by the Emperor, who had wished to greet his future daughter-in-law himself.
Your eyes were glued to the floor as you stood beside your father in front of the Emperor. To others, it would’ve seemed that you were greatly intimidated by the presence of His Majesty, which was true to some degree, since you were busy trying to remember whether you should bow, curtsey or do a mixture of both.
However, to the boy who sat next to His Majesty, it appeared that you were far more interested in the tiles that adorned the Great Hall than him. Speaking from experience, the other girls usually stared at him and giggled to themselves, mumbling about how good looking he was. The fact that you were acting differently had his curiosity piqued.
“Lady _____, it’s a pleasure to finally meet you,” His Majesty greeted and you managed to finally look up at him, thanks to your father’s reassuring hand that was on your back. “Blessings to you on your birthday. As a gift, I’d like to present my son, Crown Prince Jeonghan, who’ll be your playmate and fiancé.”
You finally noticed the boy who was sitting next to the Emperor when he stood. Despite being the same age as you, he was much taller. His jet black hair made his porcelain skin stand out and his clothing made his build deceivingly lean.
When your eyes met, there were no sparks, no butterflies fluttering in your belly like in the novels your nanny used to read to you. Though there was fire in his eyes as he continued to stare, you continued to feel nothing.
That same day, you decided that you would never fall in love with Jeonghan.
Since the Kidrey Duchy was a fair distance away from Lombardi, it was decided by His Majesty that Jeonghan would spend every summer at the Duchy, so that you were both able to fulfill your duties as playmates. Every summer, the only times you ever saw each other were during his arrival and during meal times. Even then, words were barely exchanged between you. Jeonghan spent most of his stay studying and sparring with Joshua and if people didn’t know any better, they would have thought that your brother was His Highness’ playmate instead.
Summer after summer passed by with no incidents and no changes to your relationship, until you turned fifteen and were making preparations to debut into high society.
It was your typical afternoon, nose buried in a book in the library when Tia, your personal maid, came and informed you that Jeonghan had invited you for some tea in the garden. With no good excuse to turn him down, you made your way to join him.
As you walked, you wondered what possessed the Crown Prince to invite you to tea but came to no conclusion. You thought the whole thing was rather strange, especially when he dismissed the guards and maids as soon as they poured your tea.
“Thank you for joining me, _____,” Jeonghan spoke first and the lack of formality took you by surprise, delaying your answer.
“Thank you for inviting me, Your Highness,” you replied after composing yourself.
Jeonghan grimaced, “Please just call me Jeonghan.”
“Your Highness, I could never—”
“At least, while we’re in private. Please,” Jeonghan requested, firmly.
You sat back and took the time to consider his request. Based on the look of determination on his face, it didn’t seem like he would have changed his mind. “I can do that,” you acquiesced, and decided to drop the formality altogether. “So, Jeonghan. Is there a reason we’re having tea at the moment? We haven’t really spoken to each other at all, ever.”
To his credit, Jeonghan didn’t bat an eye. “Father has requested that I escort you to the debutante ball,” he revealed.
With a sigh, you reached for your cup and brought it to your lips. After taking a sip, you realised it was chamomile tea, your favourite. Was this pure coincidence or did he happen to know?
“Of course, he did,” you replied eventually. “I suppose that I don’t have a choice in the matter?”
“I’m afraid not,” Jeonghan answered and you didn’t miss the way his jaw tensed. “Did you have somebody else in mind?”
“Only my brother,” you shrugged. “I didn’t want any unwanted attention or any targets on my back, which is now no longer the case. I didn’t think His Majesty wanted our engagement to be known yet?”
Jeonghan grabbed his fork and stabbed the opera cake in front of him, taking a small piece to taste. “That would be correct,” he confirmed. “The gesture won’t be revealing our engagement or placing a target on your back. You are the only daughter from the Heads of the Founding Families, it’s only right that I escort you.”
You couldn’t argue with that fact. It wasn’t unheard of from any Empire for the Crown Prince to escort a daughter from a Ducal Family. As you thought about the debutante ball, another problem reared its ugly head. “Jeonghan, you leave tomorrow,” you pointed out.
“I do.”
“How long have you known that you were going to be my partner?”
From the look on Jeonghan’s face, he expected this. “Before I left Lombardi,” he answered nonchalantly.
To say you were irritated was an understatement, but due to the fact that you were in front of the Crown Prince, you had no choice but to keep your composure. “But, you only told me today?” You laughed, humourlessly. “For what purpose—”
“I just felt like it.” Jeonghan shrugged and a smirk plastered itself on his beautifully annoying face.
Would you have been hung for treason for socking him right in the mouth even though he was your future husband?
Jeonghan could have sat there and watched you grow indignant all day. It far was better than the usual emotionless face you showed him every day. He knew you would make him pay for it later but he didn’t know how else to approach the fact that neither of you had spoken properly in all those years you had known each other and it was starting to frustrate him.
Negative thoughts and insecurities festered in his head since the day you met and nothing had satisfied his growing curiosity. He was running out of options and he wanted to at least try and get to know you before your impending nuptials. Resigned to the fact that he had to marry somebody who wasn’t of his own choosing, he’d be damned if he had to marry somebody who was a complete stranger to him.
It was impossible to run the Empire efficiently in that sense, let alone growing old together and spending the rest of your lives together.
“I didn’t mean to displease you,” Jeonghan said, and it finally got you out of your head. “Forgive me, I was only trying to knock down two birds with one stone.”
The revelation surprised you once more and you weren’t sure how many more you could have taken that day. “What was the other issue that you were concerned about?” you queried.
Jeonghan leant forward and placed both arms on the table. “We don’t converse with each other much” —he raised a brow when you were about to question him— “or at all for that matter and that is a problem. For our future and for the Empire.”
Whatever retort you had in mind came up short and you gestured for him to continue.
“We can correspond through letters,” he explained. “You can write to me once you’ve chosen your dress so that I can make sure that we match and after that, you can write about whatever you want. I don’t care if you write about every mundane thing you do. You can even write to me all the swear words and curses currently circling in your head.”
The giggle was out of your lips before you could stop it and in return, you received the view of Jeonghan’s bright smile. “I hope you won’t regret that,” you conceded. He brought up great issues to be considered and admittedly, these concerns were not new to you as they plagued you as well. “However, what are we going to do about the first dance?”
“That’s not a problem,” Jeonghan assured you. “I’ve seen you dance after all.”
“I beg your pardon—”
“Besides” —he interrupted and hoped that you’d forget about his slip— “I’m a Prince. I’ll be able to lead perfectly even if you have two left feet.”
“I do not—”
Jeonghan’s laugh echoed in the gardens and it finally dawned on you that he was just teasing. You forgave him only because he allowed you to stomp on his foot once during the dance.
And that was how your friendship blossomed.
You were eighteen when you broke your promise.
It was rather unusual for Jeonghan to be at the Kidrey Duchy during autumn and more so with such a sombre expression on his face as he stood next to you, especially after the way you both grew increasingly close to each other. But, it didn’t compare to how you looked and felt beside him.
It had only been a week since he heard the news of the Duke and Duchess’ passing and he had arrived as soon as possible. So, your hollowed eyes and sunken cheeks were a devastating shock to him. Even your brother fell to his knees and shed tears next to you as they lowered the caskets into the graves but you continued to remain stoic, showing your strength which allowed your brother a moment of weakness.
Jeonghan almost believed that you were coping rather well, but his fears were soon realised when he saw how your hand trembled as you picked up the shovel, dirt spilling from the way you shook and barely made it to the grave. As he waited for you to stand next to him once more, he tried to think of a way that he could have eased your pain.
Once Joshua gathered himself, Jeonghan took his chance and offered you his hand. A look of confusion flashed on your face and when you turned to look at your brother, he nodded in consent. Jeonghan pleaded with you until you finally took his hand and allowed him to lead you away.
You weren’t sure where he was taking you but it seemed to be the left annex of the manor where he usually stayed during his visits. Without question, you followed him until he led you into the drawing room and pulled you in with him.
“Seungcheol and Mingyu, stay out here and stand at least ten metres from this door,” Jeonghan instructed. “You do not hear whatever sound will come from this room. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Your Highness.” The guards bowed and obeyed his directions.
Jeonghan then led you into the centre of the room and you searched his face for an explanation. He took your hands into his, rubbed his thumb across your skin in a soothing manner and said, “I can’t even begin to understand the pain that you’re going through, but it’s just you and me in this room. It’s just you and me in this building. So, go ahead and release the grief that you’re keeping at bay. No one here will think of you as weak. Cry. Scream. Hit me if it helps. Just… don’t keep it inside you like this.”
At a loss for words, all you did was gaze at your joined hands.
“If it helps, I won’t even look at you,” he implored and closed his eyes. “I can even turn around,” he declared and did as he said. When he still couldn’t feel any movement from you, he grew even more desperate. “Look, I’ll leave. I’ll stand with the guards and let you be if you don’t want to appear weak in front of me. I’ll be on my way.”
Jeonghan barely took a step before you grabbed his wrist with both of your hands like your life depended on it. “Don’t you dare look at me,” you begged, voice filled with agony as tears spilled from the corner of your eyes. There was no stopping now that your grief had breached the surface and you hung tighter onto him as your legs gave way.
“It’s a promise,” he assured you, clutching your hands with his free hand.
“Don’t even bother trying to hear me!” you cried hysterically. Jeonghan repeatedly reassured you as your screams echoed through the room.
He didn’t know how much time had passed but eventually you finally stopped crying. When he turned to face you, his heart broke to see you filled with so much anguish. Jeonghan swore then that he would never allow anything to hurt you like this ever again.
“Jeonghan, I’m tired,” you croaked out. “I want to retire to my room, but I can’t seem to move.”
“Forgive me,” he bowed and gathered you into his arms. “I will take you back.”
“I don’t want anyone to see,” you whined like a child, but that was the least of your worries. You didn’t want to appear weak, especially in front of your brother who needed you the most.
“I understand,” Jeonghan nodded and called for his guards. He instructed them to clear the path and asked them to make sure that your brother would be otherwise preoccupied. “I have handled it. All you need to do is close your eyes and hold on to me.”
Far too tired to argue or come up with a retort, you permitted him to accompany you back to your quarters and thanked him for his efforts.
As the days passed, Jeonghan continued to look after you and in no time at all, the air between you had changed once more. Certainly on your end. Conversations flowed freely, even in person and the fluttering butterflies and sparks that had been lacking previously, suddenly appeared.
It was then that you realised that you had fallen in love with Jeonghan.
At first, you tried to deny it. There was no way your feelings had changed so suddenly. But, had it really been that sudden? It was a fact that you started to see him differently once you started to exchange letters, finding him far more interesting after you took the time to get to know him, and since actions spoke louder than words, it should have been no surprise that he eventually carved his presence into your heart.
After you became aware of your feelings, there was no escaping Jeonghan. His presence plagued you day and night, especially since he decided to stay another month to help prepare for Joshua’s succession to the Dukedom. It was starting to drive you mad, keeping your feelings to yourself, so you made the decision to let Jeonghan know how you felt about him.
That was, until you found out how he felt about you first.
It was the day before Joshua’s succession ceremony and you were on your way to see your brother in his office when you overheard their conversation from outside the door.
“I see you and _____ have become rather close lately,” Joshua stated, a teasing tone to his voice.
“Yeah, you could say that,” Jeonghan laughed a little.
“Have you grown fond of her?” your brother asked and you knew what he meant by his question. With bated breath and heart beating hard in your chest, you leaned closer to the door to hear Jeonghan’s answer.
“You know that I am bound to her by duty,” Jeonghan sighed and continued to speak some more but you could no longer hear what else he was saying. All you heard and felt was your heart shattering into pieces and you couldn’t stand to be there anymore, running all the way back to your room as tears streamed down your face.
You were such a fool for falling in love with him when it wasn’t love that intertwined him with you. Once you were all cried out, you cast your love for him out of your heart and left it hollow as you pieced its parts back together.
That day, you swore that Jeonghan would never be in your heart ever again.
Jeonghan is no fool.
As Crown Prince, he’s knowledgeable when it comes to all important matters concerning the Empire. But, when it concerns the matters of the heart, it seems that he still has a lot to learn.
This is blatantly obvious when it concerns you.
Jeonghan knows that something has changed in his relationship with you, especially if your one sentence replies to his letters are anything to go by. He could write anything between a page to ten pages long about various subjects, but your reply is always the same.
Everything is going well, Crown Prince Jeonghan.
Based on that sentence alone, Jeonghan comes to two conclusions:
You are a terrible liar
Something is definitely amiss
He sits back on his desk, mountains of paperwork long forgotten as he rubs his temple in frustration. The dread and worry within him continues to grow, not just because of the impending engagement announcement scheduled in a couple of days but more so because of his feelings for you.
Sighing, Jeonghan tries to recall when your attitude and behaviour towards him began to change, deducing that it was the day before your brother Joshua inherited the Dukedom and after the conversation Jeonghan had with him.
“I see you and _____ have become rather close lately,” Joshua stated, a teasing tone to his voice.
“Yeah, you could say that,” Jeonghan laughed a little.
“Have you grown fond of her?” Joshua asked, seriously this time.
“You know that I am bound to her by duty,” Jeonghan sighed.
“And is it still just duty that binds you to her?”
“You’re insufferable and I would’ve hung you if you weren’t my friend,” Jeonghan replied playfully. “Fine, I admit it. I have grown rather fond of her. It’s not like I could help it. She…”
Suddenly, a memory of the faint smell of your perfume from right outside Joshua’s office comes to the forefront of his mind and everything starts to become clear.
You overheard him.
There is no other explanation that comes close to this. Though he’s found the catalyst for the change, Jeonghan still doesn’t understand why you’re reacting the way that you are. Is it because you only heard part of the conversation and had been upset about it? Or is it because you heard everything he had to say and decided to distance yourself since you didn’t return his feelings?
Whatever the case is, though he hopes it isn’t the latter, he has no time to sit around fiddling his thumbs and wallowing in sorrow. With so little time left before the engagement announcement, Jeonghan needs to make amends and work things through with you, before your relationship becomes broken beyond repair.
With that in mind, he summons his butler and organises some gifts to be sent to the Lombardi Estate where you’re currently staying, even though he knows it will be futile since you are someone who is not so easily swayed by such gestures. But, he hopes to at least get a different reaction than the one you’ve been giving him, preferring your anger over your indifference.
Jeonghan isn’t surprised to see the gifts returned back to the Palace a few hours later. However, he is surprised to see Duke Joshua waiting there for him.
“Did _____ send you to have a word with me?” Jeonghan sighs as he pours a drink for the both of them in the drawing room.
“No, though she did say that she doesn’t require this grand gesture and assured that she’ll be performing her duty well,” Joshua snickers before quickly settling down when Jeonghan narrows his eyes at him. “Don’t look at me like that, I’m here with a solution.”
“Admittedly, I’m willing to try anything at this point,” Jeonghan grumbles.
“Take her out to the Valentine's Festival tomorrow.”
“Will that really work?”
Joshua shrugs, “You know what they say, it’s a magical time and Eros always blesses the celebrants with love.”
Jeonghan doubts his chances. “I don’t know if that’s possible for either of us.”
“What have you got to lose?” Joshua challenges, clapping his friend on the shoulder. “I know my sister. Take her to the Festival and it’ll all work out.”
During breakfast the next day, your brother Joshua drops a letter beside you before he excuses himself from the Dining Hall. The Red Imperial Seal on it lets you know that it’s a letter from Jeonghan. Every fibre of your being wants to ignore it and rip it into shreds but you can’t seem to do it.
With only a day left before your engagement announcement at the Imperial Banquet, it could contain something important, so you open it reluctantly.
Dearest _____,
I would be honoured if you would accompany me tonight to experience what the Valentine’s Festival has to offer.
If you are so inclined, I have sent some commoners’ clothing to serve as a disguise and I will be waiting for you at the entrance of your Estate as soon as the sun sets.
Don’t worry, I have permission from the Duke.
Yours, Jeonghan.
With a sigh, you place the letter back on the table and reach for your cup of tea. Placing it on your lips, you take a sip and let the disappointment of the peppermint set in. You haven’t been able to drink chamomile for awhile now as it reminds you of bitter memories with Jeonghan.
As you lower the cup back on the table, you try to come up with a dozen excuses to decline him but find yourself unable to do so. His invitation is far too tempting, especially since you’ve always been curious about the Valentine’s Festival.
The Valentine’s Festival is an annual celebration held for Eros, the God of love, and is one of the most popular and grand events in the Attaca Empire.
Streets in the Capital are lined up with various stalls filled with food, jewellery and other merchandise, and the inns and boutiques are filled to the brim. There are dancers, magicians, actors and singers on almost every corner of the Square and the city is alive for most of the day and well into night. It’s easily the busiest and most profitable event in the Empire, lasting a whole week and ending with a banquet hosted by the Imperial Family.
Nobles and Commoners from all over the Empire converge in Lombardi to see what the Festival has to offer and hope to leave with their hearts full; it is a celebration of love after all.
You’ve never felt that there was a point in you partaking in the festivities and celebrating love since you’ve been betrothed to Jeonghan since before you were even born. Duty is the reason you’re bound to spend the rest of your lives together and not the other four letter word everybody else yearns for. Just like he said all those months ago.
Despite all your efforts, you haven’t been able to forget your feelings for him. Every time you read his letters, your affection for him grows and you can never throw them away, no matter how hard you try. And despite your efforts, Jeonghan refuses to give up, not allowing you to stray far away from him.
Why is he doing this? Is this really all just because of his duty? Is there really no way that his heart beats for you like yours does for him?
He confuses you to no end and you don’t know if this is something you can live with as long as you’re with him. You have to know how Jeonghan really feels and in doing so, you hope that your heart will finally be at peace. Grabbing the pen and paper that Tia had prepared, you write your reply and agree to meet him.
“Thank you for meeting me,” Jeonghan greets you once you’re within his reach.
Dressed in nothing but a pair of black trousers and matching black button down shirt, his top two buttons are undone and his sleeves are rolled up to reveal veins that run from his arm down to his hand. With his hair slicked back, you think it’s rather unfair how dashing he looks in these plain clothes.
Compared to Jeonghan, you’re wearing a red floor length summer dress, short sleeves sitting just below your shoulders and white flowers adorning the whole fabric.
“I honestly didn’t think you’d come,” he says, tearing his gaze away from your exposed collarbone. “Also, you look beautiful.”
“Thank you. Honestly, I didn’t think I would come either,” you admit with a small smile. “But, the offer of seeing the Valentine’s Festival is far too tempting. Is it just us two or will there be guards with us?”
Stepping closer, Jeonghan offers to hoist you up on the horse and he’s thankful that you don’t decline him. “The guards will be watching from afar,” he answers as he settles you on the horse. “They won’t come unless I call them so it will be mostly just us. I didn’t want to attract any attention to us so we can enjoy everything freely.”
“Jeonghan, you could be wearing rags and the people will still recognise the Crown Prince,” you scoff. Only a blind person wouldn’t see and know who he is, with his perfect handsome face.
“That won’t be the case,” he assures you as he mounts the same horse and seats himself behind you. Pointing to the ring on his right pinky finger, he explains further, “Jihoon imbued some magic in here that helps disguise my face. Only you can see me as I am.”
“The Royal Mage?”
“That’s him.”
“Do you think he can give me one as well?” you ask as calmly as you can, considering your proximity as Jeonghan starts the horse on a light trot. He’s sitting so close that you can feel his breath against your hair.
Jeonghan slightly tightens his arms around you, on the guise of making sure you don’t fall off, even though he truly just wants to be closer to you. “I’ve already asked him to put some spells on the engagement ring I’ll be giving to you tomorrow,” he answers, slightly flinching at the word engagement as he doesn’t know of your feelings yet. “I can ask him for something else if you wish?”
“No, the ring is fine,” you reply, trying to hide your hurt from feeling him flinch against you. The night is off to a terrible start but you promised that you would try to enjoy yourself at the very least, so you push yourself to move on. “So, what exactly will we be doing at the Festival?”
With a sigh, Jeonghan collects himself. The night is only beginning and he won’t lose hope just yet. “There’s lots of shows and dances for us to see along with the fireworks,” he reveals. Smiling, he adds, “We’ll also do lots of eating of course.”
You can’t help but laugh then and if you turn your head slightly, you would’ve seen the relief on Jeonghan’s face. “Well, now you’re speaking my language,” you state, covering your mouth with your hand as you giggle. “Let’s get moving then. There’s no time to waste.”
Bending slightly, Jeonghan whispers in your ear, “Yes, dear.”
The term of endearment takes you by surprise and you have to stop yourself from turning to look at him, not wanting to reveal how much it affects you. You need not bother really because Jeonghan clearly sees the way your hands cup your heating cheeks in an attempt to cool them and he has to spend the whole journey to the town square stopping himself from kissing your adorable face.
It isn’t long until you reach the Capital, the trip feeling shorter than you thought due to the conversation freely flowing just like it used to. Laughs and banters were shared and not a hint of awkwardness was found.
Leaving the horse in an alley, Jeonghan takes you by the hand and leads you around the Festival. Like a seasoned veteran, he takes you around from stall to stall, seeing what the merchants have to offer, before finding you both a seat at the small outdoor theatre where a play is about to begin.
“I didn’t think you’d know your way around,” you mention before taking a bite from the skewer he bought. “Am I correct in saying that you’ve done this before?”
Jeonghan swallows his food and answers, “You’d be correct. I’ve been out and about once or twice before.”
Biting your lip, you decide to test the waters. “Accompanying other ladies, I presume?” you ask.
“You are the first,” Jeonghan clarifies quickly. “I haven’t taken anyone else, nor do I plan to take anybody else but you.”
You accept his answer with a small smile and turn your attention to the commencing performance.
Try as he might, Jeonghan cannot look away from you even if he wanted to, finding you far more captivating than the play. He watches the way your eyes sparkle and the way your smile grows in wonder, etching it in his memory in the off chance that the misunderstanding between you doesn’t get resolved.
When the play finishes, you applaud and join the audience in a standing ovation, telling Jeonghan how great the play was and all of your thoughts about it. He doesn’t have a single clue what you’re talking about since he saw none of it but he listens intently, smiling at how passionate you are about it.
Suddenly, a group of musicians make their way onto the stage and the previous performers work to remove the wooden crates that were used as seats, turning a portion of the Square onto a dance floor. Not wanting to waste the opportunity he’s been given, Jeonghan bows in front of you and offers his hand.
“May I have this dance, my lady?”
“Jeonghan,” you whisper so that the crowd doesn’t hear. “It isn’t that I don’t want to dance with you, but I don’t know how to do this kind of dance.”
“I don’t see that as a problem since I can lead you,” Jeonghan assures you.
Reluctantly, you give him your hand which he gladly accepts. “I believe you said that you hadn’t taken a lady here before,” you state, pout growing as he snickers at your miniature tantrum. “How is it that you know this dance then?”
Holding your right hand tightly with his left hand, he places your other hand on his shoulder and rests his free hand on your lower back. “I learnt through watching,” Jeonghan smirks and gently ushers you closer to him until there’s no space left between your bodies. “Besides, I’m the Crown Prince, I can do anything.”
“Including making a fool out of me, I bet.”
“Sweetheart, that would be impossible,” Jeonghan utters and just as you open your mouth to try and say something, the music starts and he begins to lead you.
The dance seems simple enough so far, starting off with the basic steps of the waltz which you’re thankful for, as Jeonghan’s close proximity continues to distract you. “Why do you do that?” you query, your burning curiosity getting the better of you.
To your chagrin, Jeonghan feigns innocence. “I’m afraid I don’t have the slightest idea what it is you are referring to, my darling.”
“That! It is exactly that! Why do you use every form of endearment and not call me by name?”
“We agreed to only do so in private,” Jeonghan teasingly reminds you. “On top of that, I quite enjoy” —his hands travel to your waist and lifts you into the air— “seeing the way you look so flustered.”
At this revelation, he gets a perfect view of your gaping mouth before he has to lift you in the air again.
“I knew it,” you scoff upon your soft landing, thanks to Jeonghan’s sturdy hands. “Two can play this game, you know.”
“Oh, you think so?” Jeonghan challenges as he signals that another lift is coming.
“I do, my love,” you reply coyly just as he lifts you again, and you can tell that you’ve caught him off guard from the way his hands slip slightly, almost dropping you. “Honey, you almost dropped me,” you scold, playfully smacking him on the chest once you’re safely back on your own two feet.
“The fault is yours for surprising me,” Jeonghan mutters, biting back the smile threatening to take over his face.
Guiding you to stand beside him and turning you to face the opposite direction he is, Jeonghan places his arm in front of you to hold your hip that’s furthest from him and you mirror his motion, allowing him to turn you both in a circular motion.
“I didn’t think anything could surprise you, dear,” you tease, feeling his hand tighten on your hip.
“Admittedly, I didn’t think so either,” Jeonghan grumbles, slightly pushing at your hip so you can both change the direction you’re facing. “At least until I met you.”
You’re about to respond when Jeonghan turns you again and you find yourself facing another gentleman. It seems the dance includes a change in partner ever so often until you arrive back at your original partner. It’s unfair of him to say such a thing just before he hands you off, further confusing you and igniting the feelings you have for him once more.
Taking a chance to look at him, you find him staring back at you. His new dance partner is speaking with him and he seems to be conversing with her but his gaze on you is unwavering and you are trapped in his spell. Unable to look away even if you wanted to and even if you have to because of the steps of the dance, your eyes find him again and again through the crowd, feeling even closer to him despite the distance.
And when the dance finally comes to a close, you end up back in his arms like you were always meant to be there. Like Jeonghan was always the one meant to hold you.
This feeling of uncertainty is foreign to you. All this time, you thought you knew how he feels about you, but his words and actions beg to differ.
However, it matters not, until you know the exact reasons for the way he’s behaving.
Is he still only motivated by duty? Or did the premise of the Valentine’s Festival finally open up his heart?
Whatever the case may be, it is something you can no longer ignore and your growing feelings for him is something you can no longer deny.
“Why are you doing this to me?” you ask and Jeonghan is taken aback. “Why do you confuse me so?”
Your inner turmoil is written as clear as day on your face and Jeonghan wishes for nothing more than to be able to gather you in his arms and confess his feelings to you. The thought alone scares him half to death but it’s not as frightening as the thought of spending the rest of your lives together with your cold indifference towards him.
What’s the worst that can happen?
Of course, there is a chance that once he finally reveals his true feelings that you may not feel the same way about him. If that is the case, it’s still possible for you to grow to love him, further down the line as you both grow older. But, Jeonghan knows that if he doesn’t take advantage of the opportunity he’s been given, your heart may close the door on him forever.
“_____, listen—”
“Jeonghan, I—”
“Everyone, the fireworks will begin in a few minutes!”
Sighing, you lower your head onto Jeonghan’s chest. “I know we need to talk but I also want to see the fireworks,” you whine.
Cupping your face in his hands, Jeonghan raises your head so that you can look at him. “We can watch the fireworks and talk after,” he concedes, but it’s worth it when your eyes light up like Christmas morning. Placing his hands gingerly on your shoulders, he instructs, “Please stay right here and wait for me. I’ll be right back with some refreshments.”
“I’ll wait,” you assure him.
“I’ll only be a minute, please stay right where I can see you.”
Gently squeezing your hand, Jeonghan reluctantly turns away from you and heads to find the nearest pub. Every now and then, he turns to check that you’re still right where he left you. This time, when he turns, his brows furrowed in worry when he no longer sees you in his field of vision as the crowd fills the square.
Drinks forgotten, Jeonghan weaves through the crowd in search of you. He calls for you multiple times to no avail and even as he reaches the spot where he left you, there’s no sign of you anywhere. It’s just his luck that the fireworks then commence and it drowns out his voice as he begins to call for you once more. Cursing, he makes his way through the sea of bodies to continue his search.
The thought of something terrible happening to you fills him with dread, making him sick to his stomach. He pleads with Eros to help him find you and his prayer is answered when a gust of wind carries along petals that land in your vicinity. Bristling, he makes his way over to where you are.
“Oh Jeonghan, there you are,” you greet but your smile fades as soon as you see the expression on his face. It’s one that you’ve never seen on his usually bright face, at least not directed at you. “Is something the matter?”
Jeonghan remains silent as he grabs hold of your wrist and leads you out of the overcrowded square. You didn’t dare to resist when it’s clear that right now, he is not one to be messed with. Soon enough, you reach your destination, finding yourself in a secluded alley in the square away from prying eyes and eager ears.
He all but flings you in the alley and your hands brace themselves on the cool brick wall to stop and steady yourself. “What in the world were you thinking?!” he asks, livid. “Or was it that you weren’t thinking at all?”
“I have no idea what it is you’re referring to—”
“I only asked one thing of you,” he states calmly but you can see how furious he is beneath the surface, his eyes blazing with fire. “One direction that even a child could follow and they would have listened.”
Ah, it’s finally dawned on you what makes him so angry.
“I don’t understand why it’s such an issue—”
“You don’t understand why it’s an issue?!”
“—I only went to a better spot for the fireworks,” you finish explaining despite Jeonghan talking over you. “It’s not like you couldn’t see me—”
Jeonghan laughs out loud but there is no mirth to it. “That is precisely it!” he snarled. “I couldn’t see you anywhere I looked. I called out for you so many times and received no response back. I was so worried and I thought I had lost you—”
“And why does that matter?” you argue and the question renders Jeonghan speechless, but you’re not done yet. “Why does it matter if you lose me? Why do you care?”
At this, Jeonghan could no longer remain silent. “I beg your pardon,” he protests. “Of course, I care about you.”
“But, only because of your duty,” you remind him as you roll your eyes.
“No, it goes far beyond that.”
This is a game that you no longer wish to play.
“That’s not what you said that day,” you reveal, finally admitting that you overheard his conversation with your brother that day. “Don’t even think of lying to me because I heard everything.”
Now that you’ve confirmed his earlier assumption, Jeonghan proceeds, so that he can now get an answer as to how you feel about him. “And, what exactly did you hear?”
“That you’re only bound to me by duty.”
“And?” he prods, impatiently.
“What do you mean, ‘and’?” you ask, confused as to where he’s heading with the conversation.
“I did say that” —he crosses his arms— “but what about the rest of it?”
With a pout, you answer confidently, “You didn’t say anything else.”
“Yes, I did,” he declares with a sadistic calm.
“No, you didn’t.” You stand your ground but that is the last straw for Jeonghan.
“Yes, I did!” he yells in frustration, grabbing at his hair. “I admitted that I had grown fond of you and it was something that had been beyond my control.”
“What?” you wonder, more to yourself than anything.
Already having gone this far, Jeonghan doesn’t hold himself back any longer, baring his heart out after coming close to losing you. “I said that you had me falling in love with you with no hopes of ever getting up, ever since the moment I laid my eyes on you.”
No, there’s not a chance that this is real. You’re sure of it. Yet, you find yourself asking, “You love me?”
“I love you,” Jeonghan vows with no hesitation. “Despite everything, I fall more and more in love with you and right now, as you stand before me, I have never been more in love with you.”
No matter how hard you search, there’s no sign of a lie on his face. “Why didn’t you say anything?”
“Actually, I did.”
“You know what I mean.”
“I truly did,” Jeonghan says, smug. “I wrote them in every letter I sent you since that day I admitted to my own feelings.”
“You’re lying.”
“I’ve never lied—”
“You have, when you lied about being my partner for my debutante ball,” you remind him, brow raised in challenge.
Jeonghan bites his lip and moves closer to you, eliminating the space between your bodies. “I was merely delaying the truth that time,” he jokes. “But, I really did let you know in my last letters. You would’ve known if you had read them.”
“I did—”
Jeonghan interrupts, taking your hands in his as he says, “Enough about the letters. _____, I’ve finally told you how I truly feel about you. Please, stop torturing me and tell me how you feel about me.”
“I—”
“I don’t think it matters how the young lady feels since she’ll be coming with us and you won’t be alive anymore to see her again,” a stranger interrupts and Jeonghan is quick to shield you behind him. More thugs turn up and Jeonhan slowly retreats until you’re squeezed between him and the wall.
Jeonghan doesn’t miss the way you tremble in fear and he knows that he has to deal with them as soon as possible. He almost lost you once today and he’d be damned if he lets it happen a second time. Especially now that he’s confessed his feelings to you.
“Close your eyes and cover your ears,” Jeonghan instructs but you shake your head vehemently. “Please, listen to me just this once. I don’t want you to see this.”
“Call for Seungcheol,” you plead, holding on to his arm. “There’s far too many of them. We can wait until he gets here.”
“It’ll be too late by then,” Jeonghan sighs. “Close your eyes. I promise that no harm will come to you.”
“What about you?” you caution, tears flowing freely down your face. The love of your life has finally confessed that he feels the same about you but why is fate so cruel to put you in this position?
“There’s no need to worry,” he assures you as he draws out his sword. “Now, do as I say. I won’t take long.”
Eventually, you relent and let go of his arm. Taking one final look at him, Jeonghan places a chaste kiss on your forehead, forcing your eyes closed as he moves your hands to cover your ears tight. When you feel him pull away, you almost defy him once more but ultimately know that you’ll only be in his way, increasing his chance of getting hurt.
So, you stay right where you are and do exactly as Jeonghan says, praying to Eros to return the one that you love safely.
You don’t know how much time has passed but you eventually feel Jeonghan’s warm yet wet hands pull your hands away from your ears, letting you know that the ordeal is over. When you open your eyes, you see his shirt drenched in blood despite the colour of the material.
“You’re bleeding,” you cry out, hands reaching out to check on him, but his hands stop you from doing so.
“It’s not all mine,” he assures you only to be met with the roll of your eyes.
“That doesn’t make it any better,” you scold.
“I’m fine—”
“No, you’re not!” you exclaim through your tears. “You’re hurt and it’s all my fault. If I hadn’t wandered off in the first place, we wouldn’t be in this alley and—”
“If you hadn’t wandered off, I wouldn’t have had an opportunity to finally tell you how I feel about you.”
“Is that even important right now?” you sob unceremoniously into your hands. “Now, I know how it feels.”
“What do you mean?” Jeonghan asks.
“I almost lost you and I haven’t even had the chance to tell you how I feel about you.”
Jeonghan’s heart picks up speed and it feels like it’s about to beat right out of his chest. This is the moment he’s been waiting for and he can’t believe you both had to risk your lives in order for it to happen. “And how do you feel about me?”
“Your Highness!” Seungcheol calls from the entrance of the alley before you can answer Jeonghan. “I’ve finally found you both. My apologies for arriving late.”
“Actually, you’re far too early,” Jeonghan rolls his eyes and you have to cover your mouth to hold down your laugh upon seeing Seungcheol’s confused face. “Did you bring my horse?”
The guard nods. “I’ve also brought a carriage for Lady _____,” he adds. “Shall I summon the physician to their Estate?”
“That’s not necessary,” you decline as you are unscathed. “Please summon them to the Palace instead along with the Royal Mage. His Highness may need some healing magic in time for our Engagement Announcement tomorrow.”
“Yes, m’lady.” Seungcheol bows. “Your carriage has arrived and is ready to escort you back.”
Sighing, Jeonghan lowers his head onto your shoulder and your hand reaches out to play with the hair on the nape of his neck. “Won’t you consider coming back to the Palace with me?” he entreats and feels you shake your head to decline him. “We haven’t finished our conversation yet. Must I really wait till the Banquet to hear your answer? Must you really torture me again?”
“Must you be so dramatic?” you tease him and he nips at your shoulder in retaliation. You have to commend him, he’s grown rather bold ever since he confessed his love for you. It seems he no longer wants to waste any time and frankly, since you feel exactly the same towards him, you don’t want to waste another second without him either. “You can always come to see me before tomorrow.”
Jeonghan lifts his ahead, adorable confusion on his face and you can’t help but giggle. “How will I see you before tomorrow?” he asks, tilting his head.
“My balcony faces the Glass House in the Estate,” you whisper in his ear, bidding him farewell with a light kiss on his cheek. “You’re the Crown Prince. Surely you’re smart enough to figure it out?”
He is and he can’t wait.
It’s when you’re brushing your hair by your vanity before retiring for the night when you hear the knock on your bedroom window. Spotting his familiar figure through the mirror, you place the brush on the marble surface and make your way to let him in. Pulse racing as you unlock the window, you don’t dare to look at his face and walk back to the centre of room, only turning towards him once he’s let himself in and closed the window behind him.
Jeonghan takes his time studying you, gaze instantly drawn to the way you stare at the floor once more instead of him, just like you used to. Eyes drifting lower, he spots your slightly parted lips and he has to stop himself from reaching out and running his thumb across your bottom lip. His gaze travels lower once more, breath hitching at the sight of the top of your breasts due to the low neckline of your nightgown. Seeing the way your chest heaves from your erratic breathing makes something inside him snap and he shoves his hands in his pockets, taking big strides until he’s standing right in front of you.
“Such a cruel woman you are.” He breaks the silence, pushing your chin up with his finger so that you finally look at him. “Inviting me here and making me wait for your attention. Do you know how agonising it is when you look as delectable as you do? But, we’re not quite there yet, are we?”
Your attempt to look away from him is thwarted when he grabs your chin between his thumb and index finger and you’re forced to endure the intense regard in which he holds you. “If anyone’s waited long enough, it’s me,” you say in hopes to placate him.
However, it has the opposite effect on Jeonghan. “That’s rich coming from you,” he retorts. “Especially after I professed my love for you today. If I recall correctly, I’m yet to hear about your feelings towards me.”
“I’m afraid,” you say truthfully.
“What are you afraid of?”
“I don’t express myself well with words,” you confess. “I’m afraid my words would be insufficient to describe what it is I truly feel for you.”
Jeonghan shifts impossibly closer to you eliminating the space between you. Cupping your face in his hands, he leans in closer and ghosts your lips with his. “Hm, you always were better with your actions,” he breathes, thumb skimming your bottom lip like he fantasised, smearing your lip tint a little. “Would you prefer to show me instead?”
“Yes,” you sigh, eyes immediately closing.
Jeonghan’s lips hesitantly touches yours in a feather light kiss and it’s much too soft and quick for your liking. He moves to pull away, testing the waters but he doesn’t get far when you grab hold of his shirt, pulling him towards you so that you can kiss him once more. This time, the kiss you share is more intense, carrying your emotions with it and when they finally reach him, Jeonghan becomes bolder and returns your kiss with the same fervor.
His kisses grow hungrier and more heated each time, almost devouring you whole but you are insatiable. You crave to taste more of him, sliding your hands up and locking your arms behind his neck, pulling him further into you. Wrapping his arms around your middle, he holds you tight and you pull away in a gasp when you feel him, half hard and large against your hip.
Not liking the separation, Jeonghan dives in and takes the chance to shove his tongue in your gaping mouth, intertwining with yours in a perfect dance. His eager hands travel from your hips to your bottom, groping and kneading its cheeks before venturing further south. When they land behind your thighs, he grabs hold and lifts you onto him as he walks towards your bed.
Jeonghan sits down on the edge of your bed with you on top of him and you shift your legs to straddle him comfortably. You kiss him again and again, timing a third kiss with the roll of your hips and you feel his excitement grow against your centre. Impatient, your hands scramble to untuck his shirt from his trousers, pulling it over his head to toss to the other side of the room.
“Oh fuck,” you swear at the sight of his toned abdomen, not caring for how unladylike you are becoming. Biting your lip, your fingertips glide across his skin as you take him in.
This new side to you is enthralling and Jeonghan feels proud knowing that only he is privy to it. That you are here, completely and utterly enamored by him and him alone. Jeonghan leans back on his elbows watching you with eyes full of aroused curiosity. “Your turn.” He nods in your direction and you comply.
If it were anybody else who asked, you know you would have hesitated to no end. But, Jeonghan makes you feel brave. He makes you feel loved. He makes you feel desired. Grabbing the hem of your nightgown, you shimmy out of it at an excruciatingly slow pace, noticing the way Jeonghan eyes you like a man starved, his breath hitching at every inch of skin you reveal.
“You are beautiful,” he breathes out and it diminishes whatever insecurity existed that was begging you to cover yourself up. Sitting up, he kisses you lasciviously, gripping you tight as he pivots and pushes you into the mattress. His fingers make their way between your bodies, toying with the waistband of your underwear, before pulling the lewdly soaked material down your legs. “Move up on the bed, lie down on the pillows and spread your legs. I want to see you.”
Taking a deep breath, you do as he says, watching with interest as he sheds the rest of his clothing. Jeonghan can’t help but stare too long at your inviting pussy and he doesn’t miss the way your legs quiver in anticipation. Like a predator hunting its prey, he gets on the bed and crawls slowly towards you and fits himself between your legs. He lowers his body until your chest to chest and meets your lips again in a fiery kiss.
This time, he doesn’t stay on your lips too long, desperate to touch and feel more of you, kissing along your jaw and down where your neck meets your shoulder. He marks his place on the juncture of your neck, sucking and nipping until a purple bruise is left in its wake. Lifting his head slightly, he marvels at the view of your breasts, eyes rolling back before diving in and taking your right nipple in his mouth.
His tongue darts out to kitten lick at your wetted bud, blowing air on it before sucking it back into his mouth. Being the gentleman that he is, he dares not to neglect your other breast, palming and fondling it before he switches and pays attention to it. Your ragged breaths bounces off the walls in your room and he uses the sounds to spur him on along with how your body twists and squirms beneath him.
“Relax _____,” Jeonghan coos at you. “I’m just as… new to this as you are.”
“It doesn’t seem like it,” you murmur. “But, I guess my education on this was limited compared to yours.”
Sitting back on his knees, he grabs hold of his cock, groaning as he strokes himself a few times before he guides himself to slide between your folds. Watching him with keen eyes, you grow more desperate for him, mouth hanging open in a silent plea. Once he’s well lubricated from your juices, he aligns himself by your entrance, preparing himself to enter your glistening trove.
“This is the last chance you have to refuse me,” Jeonghan rasps out. “If you don’t, I’ll be taking away your virtue and will never let you go.”
“No one is taking my virtue away,” you mewled, reaching for his free hand and guiding it up your body to rest on your breast. “I am freely giving it to you, along with my love. So, don’t you dare even consider letting me go.”
“Wouldn’t dream of it,” Jeonghan grits his teeth as he pushes the head of his cock through your cunt, straining to hold himself back from fully impaling you on his cock to avoid hurting you.
“You can keep going,” you nod, breathing becoming ragged even as you try to calm yourself.
His hands reach for yours and intertwine them together, pinning them on either side of your head as he lowers himself until all of his weight is on you. With a shaky exhale, he sinks in further but still not all the way, peppering your chest with kisses in apology as he waits for you to accommodate him.
Tears pool at the corner of your eyes, sliding down your cheeks and you don’t have the strength to hold them back. Jeonghan whispers words of affirmation onto your skin and your heart swells in your chest. You seek out his lips and he gladly obliges you, kissing languidly until the current stretch is bearable.
“With all that I am, I love you and I’m yours,” you confess, whimpering as Jeonghan pushes deeper as a result.
A moan of your name from deep within his chest slips from his lips and he’s unable to hold himself back even if he wanted to, sheathing himself to the hilt inside you. The burning sensation of the stretch makes you tremble but it’s nothing compared to the feel of fullness inside you.
Releasing one of your hands, Jeonghan cups your cheek and kisses you hard, wanting to alleviate your pain. When you feel his cock throb inside your warm walls, you inadvertently clench around him and the last of his control snaps.
“Love, please tell me I can move,” he growls and you respond by shakily hooking your legs around his waist, taking him even deeper with a roll of your hips.
Jeonghan takes this as his cue, slowly drawing his cock out and harshly slamming back in. Crying out his name in ecstasy, your hands move to rest on his shoulders, nails digging in as his pace increases. An intense heat starts to build inside you, arching your back from the mattress as your hips frantically grind against him to match his rhythm.
“Jeonghan, I…” you sob, the intense heat taking all over your body. “I can… feel something… something is coming.”
“Gods, I feel it too,” he croaks and relentlessly drives himself inside you. Winding his arms around your middle, he holds tight and moves your body the way he wants so that you can both have the release you’re desperately seeking.
It’s when Jeonghan’s lips brushes by your ear, whispering ‘I love you’ with a perfectly timed shift of his hips, that the coil inside you snaps, eyes rolling to the back of your head and body shivering as your orgasm consumes you, a litany of his name echoing in the room.
At the feeling of your pulsating walls around his cock, his movements begin to falter. When you profess your love for him, he careens clean off the edge, hips jerking as he comes and a sigh of your name escaping from his lips as he paints your walls with his hot, white release.
Jeonghan buries his face in the juncture of your neck, hot breath fanning your skin as you rake your fingers through his damp hair. You stay together like this until your breathing evens out, not caring about your sweaty skin or the stickiness between your legs.
Then, he slowly pulls out his softening cock, watching your face for any signs of discomfort along the way. Planting a kiss on your shoulder, Jeonghan leaves the bed for a moment, fetching a towel and basin filled with water from the bath. With utmost care, he wipes the mess clean from your body. Once he’s put the soiled cloth away, he joins you back on the bed, dragging your body until you’re tight against his chest, whispering his love for you repeatedly until slumber comes for you.
When morning comes, it is anything but quiet. It starts off with your maid Tia dramatically dropping a basin upon catching you tangled in bed with the Crown Prince and Jeonghan being caught sneaking out the balcony by Joshua who’s having his morning coffee by the adjacent balcony. Jeonghan avoids being scolded because he pulls rank with the Duke, but you’re not so lucky. He bids you farewell with a kiss before heading back to the Palace to prepare for the Imperial Banquet.
It all happens quickly after that, spending most of the day getting pampered and leaving you with no time to even think about the events of the previous night. Upon your arrival at the Palace, you’re quickly ushered to stand in front of the door to the Great Hall where Jeonghan is already waiting.
Grabbing your hand, he gently kisses the back of it before planting another one on your cheek. Jeonghan stares longingly into your eyes before disrupting the connection by breaking into laughter.
“What’s so funny?” you ask, tilting your head in confusion.
“Nothing, I’m just happy,” he beams, bending to rest his forehead on your shoulder. “I’m glad that it’s not just duty that binds us together and that we’re actually fated to each other.”
“As am I,” you assure him, turning to kiss him on the cheek. “My love has always been you and it will always be you.”
“Always,” Jeonghan vows, lifting his head so that you can see his sincerity.
You return the promise with a kiss, along with a silent prayer to Eros in thanks and your hearts have never been fuller.
Soccer Player! Reader, Soccer Player! Jeonghan - Enemies to Lovers
— Synopsis: Once inseparable childhood friends, their bond takes an unexpected turn when you start dating in middle school. Jeonghan's behavior becomes increasingly erratic, transforming him from a supportive friend to a constant source of annoyance. Now, in college, the tables turn, but Jeonghan remains a delightful pain in the ass as old flames are rekindled in the midst of playful banter and undeniable attraction.
— WC: 6.6k
— WARNINGS: smut, reader get pissed asf and beat Jeonghan's ass, unprotected sex, chocking, hair pulling, mentions of violence and aggression, oral (f. receiving), clit stimulation, finger sucking and etc.
In the sprawling grounds of your childhood, Jeonghan and you were inseparable. You spent endless afternoons kicking a worn-out soccer ball around, dreaming of the day you'd play together on the same team. You'd laugh, plan silly pranks, and talk about everything under the sun. But things changed when you started dating someone in middle school.
It was innocent, a fluttering crush that led to hand-holding and stolen glances. It wasn't meant to come between Jeonghan and you, but it did. Suddenly, his jokes turned sharper, the shoulder bumps felt like intentional jabs, and he even started bending the rules during games at frat parties. It felt like he was retaliating for your decision, and you couldn't understand why.
Confused and hurt by the sudden change, you distanced yourself from Jeonghan, and the friendship that had weathered the storms of childhood slowly faded away. The once inseparable duo became strangers, and you never got a chance to ask him what went wrong.
Years later, in the hallowed halls of college, your paths crossed again. Both of you were now dedicated athletes, pursuing your passion for soccer at the collegiate level. Your common friends couldn't help but notice the peculiar dynamic between you and Jeonghan. They often questioned why he treated you the way he did.
The setting sun cast long shadows across the soccer field as you and your friends left the practice session, laughter and banter filling the air. The atmosphere was light, and the camaraderie among teammates was palpable. Little did you know, the calm before the storm was just around the corner.
As you approached the locker room, still basking in the post-practice glow, you suddenly stumbled over someone's soccer cleats. Before you could hit the ground, Seungkwan, one of Jeonghan's friends, swiftly caught you, preventing a potential fall. Confused, you looked around and noticed Jeonghan standing nearby, a sly smirk playing on his lips.
The exchange didn't go unnoticed by your friends and Jeonghan's group. They exchanged glances, the air growing thick with tension. Jeonghan's friends raised questioning eyebrows, seemingly as surprised as your friends.
"Hey, Y/N, you okay?" Seungkwan asked, concern evident in his eyes.
"Yeah, thanks to you," you replied, shooting a pointed look at Jeonghan, who was pretending to be innocent.
Your friends and Jeonghan's friends exchanged puzzled glances, sensing an underlying tension. "What's going on here?" one of your friends asked, breaking the awkward silence.
Before you could respond, another friend chimed in, "And why did Jeonghan just let you stumble like that? Is he okay?"
Jeonghan's friends looked at him, awaiting an explanation. Your friends, on the other hand, turned to you, expecting some clarification.
You took a deep breath, trying to contain your frustration. "I have no idea what's going on with Jeonghan," you said, shooting him a piercing glare. "But it's clear he's up to something, and I'm not in the mood for his games."
Jeonghan feigned innocence, a playful smile still on his face. "Games? Who, me? Nah, I was just standing here minding my own business," he said, shrugging.
Your jaw clenched as you fought the urge to respond. Instead, you turned away, leaving your friends behind, both groups noting the storm brewing within you. The air was thick with tension as you walked away, the unspoken question lingering in the minds of your friends and Jeonghan's group.
The locker room buzzed with excitement as you and your friends prepared for Soonyoung's party. The air was thick with hairspray and the lingering scent of sweat from the day's soccer practice. You sat on the bench, applying moisturizer to your tired legs, the cool cream a welcome relief after a rigorous workout. The dress you had chosen for the evening hung on the nearby hook, and you adjusted its hem, ensuring it fell just right.
As you meticulously prepared for the night ahead, your mind wandered back to Jeonghan's recent antics. A frown creased your forehead, and you let out an exasperated sigh. "I can't believe he pulled that stunt again. What's his problem?" you muttered, your frustration evident in your voice.
Your friend, sitting beside you, glanced up from her own makeup routine. "Jeonghan? What did he do now?" she asked, concern etching her features.
You rolled your eyes, recounting the incident with Seungkwan catching you and Jeonghan's apparent amusement. "He's just being his usual self—playing silly games and trying to get under my skin. It's like he's on a mission to annoy me today," you grumbled, the irritation evident in your tone.
Your friend sighed, setting down her makeup to focus on you. "You know how he is. Don't let him ruin your mood. It's Soonyoung's party, and we're here to have fun," she said, offering you a reassuring smile.
You nodded, appreciating her attempt to calm your brewing frustration. "I know, I know. But sometimes, he just gets on my nerves, and I can't figure out why he's like that."
With a soft chuckle, your friend gently pulled you into a side hug. "Maybe he's just Jeonghan, being Jeonghan. You can't change that, but you can control how you react. Don't let him ruin your night. We're here to dance, laugh, and enjoy. Let's focus on that, okay?"
She then turned her attention to your hair, expertly weaving a simple yet elegant hairstyle. The rhythmic motion of her hands and the comforting presence of your friend helped ease the tension that had built up. You took a deep breath, deciding to take her advice to heart.
"You're right. Let's forget about Jeonghan and have an amazing night," you said, forcing a smile as you shifted your focus back to the excitement of the party ahead.
Soonyoung's house pulsated with music and laughter as you and your friends embraced the vibrant atmosphere of the party. The beats compelled everyone to move, and you found yourself in the center of the makeshift dance floor, swaying to the rhythm with carefree abandon.
Soonyoung, the life of the party, approached you with a mischievous grin. "Y/N, you've got some moves! Are you sure you're not a secret dance prodigy?" he exclaimed, playfully exaggerating his surprise.
You laughed, the music drowning out your response, but you playfully mimed a humble acknowledgment. The two of you danced together for a while, and Soonyoung's infectious energy was contagious, adding to the carefree spirit of the night.
As you grooved to the music, Mingyu, a tall and athletic figure from the men's soccer team, made his way through the crowd towards you. He leaned in to talk in your ear, his voice barely audible over the booming music. "Hey, about the games next week, we're having joint practice sessions for both teams. You'll need to be close to me for some of the drills, okay?" he explained, his warm breath tickling your ear.
You nodded in agreement, giving him a thumbs up to signal that you understood the plan for the upcoming practices. Mingyu smiled and excused himself, disappearing back into the crowd.
Just as you turned to share the news with your friends, one of them pulled you aside, her expression serious. "Y/N, you might want to look behind you. Jeonghan looks like he's ready to burn holes into your soul with that glare of his," she warned, a hint of concern in her voice.
Confused, you glanced over your shoulder to find Jeonghan, indeed, shooting daggers at you with intense eyes. He was sipping from a red cup, his expression unreadable. You turned back to your friend, your face betraying a mix of surprise and discomfort.
"Why is he looking at me like that?" you asked, feeling a flush of embarrassment.
"He's probably not thrilled about you getting cozy with Mingyu," your friend speculated, a knowing look in her eyes.
You sighed, feeling the weight of Jeonghan's gaze on you. "Well, it's not like Mingyu and I were dancing intimately or anything. It was just about the soccer practice."
Before you could dwell on it further, Soonyoung grabbed a microphone, calling everyone's attention. "Alright, party people! Who's up for a game? Gather 'round!"
The game of "Musical Chairs" had escalated to a nail-biting climax, leaving only one chair in the center of the circle. To your surprise and dismay, Jeonghan emerged as your final opponent. The tension between you two had already been palpable, and now it seemed like the universe had conspired to put you in a face-off.
As the music stopped, you quickly claimed the last chair, ready to breathe a sigh of relief. However, before you could fully settle, Jeonghan decided to add a twist. In a daring move, he pulled the chair out from under you, leaving you flat on the floor, much to the shock of the onlookers.
A collective gasp echoed through the room, and someone in the background shouted, "He cheated!" Of course he cheated.
Without a second thought, you sprang to your feet, rage burning in your eyes. The buzz of screams around you became a distant hum as you leaped onto Jeonghan, wrapping your arms around his neck.
The chaotic scene was cut short as people rushed to pull you away from Jeonghan, attempting to defuse the situation. You found yourself sitting on a nearby couch, your face flushed with a mix of anger and embarrassment. Jeonghan, on the other hand, sat in the opposite corner, arms crossed, with noticeable nail marks on his neck courtesy of your unbridled fury.
The room fell into an uneasy silence, punctuated only by the hushed whispers and concerned glances exchanged between partygoers. Your friends shot you apologetic looks, clearly sensing the tension in the air.
After a brief pause, Jeonghan's friends took charge, ushering him to a separate corner for what seemed like a stern talking-to. Meanwhile, your friends approached you, expressions a mix of concern and amusement.
"Y/N, are you okay?" one of your friends asked, patting you on the back.
You took a deep breath, trying to shake off the embarrassment. "I'm fine. It's just... Jeonghan being Jeonghan," you replied, attempting to downplay the situation.
Amidst the residual tension and the discomfort of being in the same room as Jeonghan after the chaotic "Musical Chairs" incident, you felt a wave of frustration wash over you. Without a second thought, you began searching for your handbag and jacket, determined to leave.
"I've had enough," you muttered to yourself, the irritation evident in your voice.
Your friends and some of Jeonghan's friends noticed your abrupt movement and stepped in, attempting to halt your exit.
"Y/N, wait, don't go!" one of your friends called out, concern etched on her face.
Another friend from Jeonghan's group chimed in, "Come on, it was just a silly game. Don't let that ruin your night."
But you were resolute, determined to distance yourself from the escalating tension. "I can't deal with this anymore. Every time it's the same, and I'm done," you stated firmly, your tone leaving no room for negotiation.
Jeonghan's friends tried to reason with you. "He didn't mean for things to get out of hand. You know how he is," one of them pleaded, attempting to diffuse the situation.
You paused, torn between frustration and understanding. "I get it, but there's a limit. This has gone too far," you replied, your voice tinged with exasperation.
Jeonghan, sensing the gravity of the situation, looked conflicted from across the room, his expression a mix of regret and concern. He made a move as if to say something, but hesitated, unsure how to approach the situation.
But you had made up your mind. Ignoring the attempts to convince you otherwise, you swiftly grabbed your belongings and made for the door, your determination unwavering. The echoes of your friends' and Jeonghan's friends' voices calling after you faded as you stepped out into the cool night air.
The sound of the door closing behind you marked the end of a tumultuous night at Soonyoung's party. Outside, you took a deep breath, the weight of the evening slowly lifting as you prepared to leave the tensions of the night behind and head home. Sometimes, setting boundaries and taking a step back was necessary, even if it meant leaving a party prematurely.
The week had been a blur of training sessions and preparations for the upcoming game, leaving you with little time to dwell on the events of Soonyoung's party. As you walked through the university garden on a crisp Monday morning, the weight of the week's responsibilities pressed upon you. Your mind was focused on the game ahead, and you had almost forgotten about the tension with Jeonghan.
However, as you approached the entrance to your classroom, you were met with an unexpected sight. Jeonghan and his friends stood there, creating an invisible barrier between you and the classroom door. The air thickened with anticipation as you hesitated, catching your breath.
Not wanting to escalate the situation, you offered a curt nod and a short greeting, "Hi," before attempting to walk past them into the classroom.
Seungcheol, one of Jeonghan's friends, took a step forward. "Wait, Y/N. There's something Jeonghan needs to say," he said, his tone commanding.
You sighed, crossing your arms, signaling your readiness to listen but maintaining a defensive posture. The empty classroom echoed with silence as you waited.
Seungcheol turned to Jeonghan, his grip on Jeonghan's uniform firm. "Go on, say what you need to say," he instructed.
Jeonghan hesitated, his cheeks flushing with embarrassment. After a moment, he managed to mumble, "Sorry, Y/N."
You squinted your eyes, incredulous. "Is that really coming from you?" you asked, your voice skeptical.
Seungcheol's grip tightened for a moment, a silent reminder to Jeonghan to speak sincerely. Lowering his head with a visible sense of regret, Jeonghan repeated, "I'm really sorry about that," his apology sounding more genuine this time.
You raised an eyebrow but remained silent, waiting to see if there was anything more to his apology.
After an awkward pause, Jeonghan bowed, a gesture of contrition, before hastily leaving the classroom. The door swung shut behind him, Seungcheol lingered for a moment, meeting your gaze with a nod of acknowledgement. Without saying a word, he followed Jeonghan out of the classroom, leaving you to contemplate the unexpected encounter.
The soccer field buzzed with the energy of the morning practice as both the men's and women's teams warmed up for the upcoming game. You were in the midst of your pre-game routine, jogging and stretching alongside your teammates, anticipation building for the match ahead.
The whistle blew, signaling the start of the game, and both teams began weaving across the field in a display of skill and strategy. The intensity of the game kept you focused until an unexpected jolt of pain shot through the posterior part of your thigh, causing you to crumple to the ground in discomfort.
The trainer quickly halted the game, and you closed your eyes tightly, trying to endure the sharp pain. Soon, you felt hands carefully stretching your leg to alleviate the cramp. Assuming it was one of your teammates, you didn't pay much attention until you opened your eyes and realized it wasn't just anyone—it was Jeonghan.
He held your feet against his shoulder, applying gentle pressure to help ease the pain. The memories of your childhood flashed before your eyes—times when you had done the same for him. You brushed the nostalgia away, focusing on the present moment.
The trainer instructed you to move to the bench for further treatment, and you hopped on one foot, trying to shake off the discomfort. Sitting on the bench, frustration etched across your face, you couldn't help but feel unsatisfied with your performance being cut short by the unexpected cramp.
Jeonghan approached, concern evident in his eyes. "Are you okay, Y/N?" he asked, his voice carrying a genuine worry.
You shot him a quick glance, a mix of irritation and pain on your face. "I'll be fine. Just a cramp. It's nothing," you replied tersely, trying to downplay the situation.
Jeonghan hovered, unsure of how to respond. "If there's anything I can do—"
You cut him off, your tone a blend of frustration and dismissal. "I've got it, Jeonghan. Just focus on the game."
The sun blazed overhead as you continued your solo training on the field, determined to push yourself beyond the limits. The intensity of the game had faded into the background, and now it was just you, the field, and the relentless heat. Water bottles scattered around you, evidence of the effort you were putting in.
Lost in your focus, you were suddenly brought back to reality when you noticed Jeonghan sitting on the bench nearby, his arms crossed. It was then that you realized you had lost track of time.
"How long have you been sitting there?" you asked, wiping sweat from your forehead.
Jeonghan remained silent for a moment, his gaze fixed on the field. "Long enough to know it's not safe to train under this sun," he finally responded.
You scoffed, dismissing his concern. "I need to train, Jeonghan. I can't afford to slack off."
He sighed, uncrossing his arms. "And that's exactly why you ended up with a cramp earlier. Your muscles are exhausted."
The tension between you and Jeonghan simmered as you prepared to leave the field, feeling a mixture of frustration and reluctance to accept his advice. As you rose from the bench, ready to head towards the locker rooms, Jeonghan's hand reached out, gently gripping your wrist.
"You've always been stubborn," he remarked, his voice soft yet firm.
You turned to face him, a flash of irritation crossing your features. "It's not like you care anyway," you retorted, trying to pull your wrist from his grasp.
You pulled your wrist from his grip, shooting him a sharp look. "And what's that supposed to mean?"
Jeonghan sighed, choosing his words carefully. "I remember when we were kids, you were always determined and driven. But now, it's like your determination has turned into something else—an edge, a sharpness."
Rolling your eyes, you scoffed, "Well, maybe if you hadn't been such a pain in the ass all these years, I wouldn't need an edge to deal with you."
As Jeonghan mumbled something about Eunwoo— your ex-boyfriend from middle school — ruining everything, your curiosity was piqued. You turned your ear towards him, a puzzled expression on your face. "Who? Eunwoo? What does he have to do with anything?"
Jeonghan's eyes widened, a brief moment of panic crossing his face. He stammered, attempting to deny any connection, but the truth was written all over his expression. It was clear – he was jealous of Eunwoo.
Your mind clicked into place, connecting the dots. "Wait a minute... are you telling me you've been jealous of Eunwoo?"
Jeonghan hesitated, avoiding eye contact, but the admission lingered in the air. A mix of surprise and realization played on your features. "Seriously? You've been jealous this whole time?"
He shifted uncomfortably, searching for words. "It's not like that! I just... I've known you for so long, and seeing you with someone else—"
You cut him off, unable to contain a laugh. "Jeonghan, are you kidding me? You've been acting like this because of jealousy?"
He looked a bit sheepish but attempted to maintain his composure. "It's not just jealousy. It's just... complicated."
You couldn't help but shake your head in disbelief. "Complicated? Jeonghan, you've been playing games, making jokes, and being a pain in the ass, all because of some weird, complicated jealousy thing?"
The revelation that Jeonghan's years of stubborn behavior were rooted in jealousy over a mere one-month affair left you both astonished and perplexed. As you walked towards the locker rooms, the air hung heavy with unspoken thoughts, and you couldn't hold back from addressing the situation.
"You mean to tell me that all these years of your antics and stubbornness were because of a one-month affair?" you asked, disbelief coloring your tone.
Jeonghan avoided direct eye contact, a sheepish expression on his face. "I didn't plan for things to get this complicated. It just happened."
You shook your head in amazement. "Jeonghan, we've been friends for so long. Why didn't you just talk to me about it? You let this jealousy fester for years over something so trivial?"
"I thought if I acted like it didn't bother me, it would go away. Clearly, that didn't work." He points, creating a silence between you two.
You couldn't help but notice the faint marks on his skin from the intense encounter during the party. The remnants of your frustration were etched in the form of nail marks, a visual reminder of the heated exchange.
After a moment of contemplation, you decided to address the elephant in the room. "Hey, Jeonghan, about the party... I'm sorry about, you know, beating your ass," you said, gesturing towards the marks on his neck. "But, honestly, you kind of deserved it."
He chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck, "No need to apologize, Y/N. I probably deserved it."
You raised an eyebrow, a hint of skepticism in your voice, "Deserved it? What's that supposed to mean?"
Jeonghan sighed, admitting, "Well, maybe I've been a bit of a pain lately, and I needed a wake-up call."
You crossed your arms, still not fully convinced, "So, you intentionally provoked me?"
He nodded, a sheepish smile playing on his lips, "Yeah, but not because I enjoy getting my ass kicked. I just... I didn't know how else to deal with everything, and it all got a bit out of hand."
You let out a small huff, "Well, next time, try talking instead of provoking. It might save you some nail marks."
Jeonghan chuckled at your apology, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Don't worry about it, Y/N. Nail marks come with the territory, and I can handle a bit of rough play."
You shot him a skeptical look, "You're awfully calm about having marks on your neck."
He winked, a playful smirk on his face, "Actually, I find it kind of sexy. Adds a bit of excitement, you know?"
You rolled your eyes, not entirely convinced by his nonchalant attitude. "Well, I'm not planning on making a habit out of beating you up."
Jeonghan laughed, "Fair enough, but if you ever feel the need to express your frustrations again, just aim for my back next time. It might be a bit more enjoyable for both of us."
Your eyes widened at his bold suggestion, "Are you serious?"
He shrugged, a playful glint still in his eyes, "Why not? It's all in good fun."
You shook your head, a mix of amusement and disbelief. "You're impossible, Jeonghan."
[...]
The week leading up to the game passed in a surprisingly calm manner. Jeonghan's demeanor had shifted, and the lingering tension that once colored your interactions had dissipated. His jokes were now more lighthearted, and both of your groups could finally enjoy lunch without the threat of any neck-ripping incidents.
As the day of the game approached, nervous anticipation settled in. The stakes were high, and the pressure was palpable. On the field, the air crackled with a mix of excitement and tension as the moment of truth drew near.
The referee's whistle pierced the air, signaling the start of the game. You, alongside your teammates, advanced with determination. The match was tight, a fierce competition between your team and the opposing university. The score remained deadlocked, each side vying for that crucial goal that could tip the scales in their favor.
With only moments left before the game would potentially go into penalties, an opportunity presented itself. The goalkeeper seemed far, and the ball rolled towards you. It was your chance. With a burst of adrenaline, you sprinted towards the goal, the crowd's cheers blending into a distant roar.
In that critical moment, you kicked the ball with precision, the satisfying thud echoing through the stadium as it sank into the net. The eruption of cheers from the crowd was deafening, and your teammates rushed to embrace you.
Amidst the chaos of celebrating students flooding onto the field, your friends engulfed you in hugs, relishing the triumph, but your gaze was drawn towards Jeonghan. His seated figure and the small punches he absentmindedly threw into the air betrayed a different, quieter emotion. It was a momentary glimpse behind the facade he often wore, revealing a side of him that wasn't always apparent.
The day had been long and exhausting, and the comfort of a warm bath had been a much-needed respite. As the echo of the doorbell reached your ears, you wrapped yourself in a robe, moving swiftly to answer it.
Opening the door just a crack, you peeked out, surprised to find Jeonghan standing in the hallway. "Jeonghan?" you questioned, a hint of curiosity in your voice.
He met your gaze with a warm smile. "Hey, I wanted to congratulate you," he said, a sense of genuine admiration in his tone.
Pausing for a moment, you hesitated before deciding to let him in. Opening the door wider, you gestured for him to step inside your dorm room. Jeonghan entered, a look of determination on his face.
Without warning, he wrapped his arms around you in an unexpected hug, catching you off guard. The embrace was surprisingly comforting, the warmth of his presence a stark contrast to the hectic day.
"Thanks, Y/N," he murmured, his voice soft.
For a moment, you were taken aback by the sudden intimacy. His gesture felt sincere, and as he pulled away, there was a vulnerability in his eyes that you hadn't seen before.
"Um, thanks," you managed, feeling a mixture of surprise and gratitude.
Jeonghan smiled warmly, the tension of the day momentarily forgotten. "I just wanted to say it in person. You did great."
"I did, didn't I?" you teased with a playful grin, breaking the silence that lingered in your room.
Jeonghan scoffed, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "Yeah, you did."
An air of uncertainty settled between you as he fidgeted, his hands finding refuge in his pockets. The room was charged with unspoken tension, both of you seemingly on the edge of something unexplored.
After a few moments of hesitation, Jeonghan let out a sigh, a resigned "fuck it" escaping his lips. In an instant, he closed the distance between you, capturing your lips in a surprising and passionate kiss. The shock sent a jolt through your body, but you found yourself kissing him back with equal fervor.
He pressed you against the wall, the sudden intensity of the moment causing your heart to race. Your fingers tangled in his long hair, a tangible connection forming between you.
In the charged atmosphere of the moment, Jeonghan's hands gripped your waist, his thumbs tracing teasing circles on the towel cloth of your robe. With a mischievous grin, he released your lower lip with a soft pop, his gaze lingering on your face.
As he pressed his body against yours, the knot of your robe seemed to have mysteriously loosened, creating a seductive cleavage that exposed the curves of your bust. The fabric hung on the brink of revealing more, almost exposing your nipple.
You whispered, your voice barely audible, "Jeonghan."
Jeonghan leaned back, his eyes widening as he saw your robe almost undone. A gulp escaped him, and he hurriedly moved to close the cloth around you. Your hands intercepted his, holding them in place. There was a shared understanding in that moment—a tacit agreement that things had shifted, and there was no turning back.
With a steady gaze, you opened the robe, exposing your body. Jeonghan's breath caught, his hands instinctively gripping the sides of the robe tightly. The room seemed to buzz with an electric tension, and the air felt charged with anticipation.
His hands found their way to your hips, fingers pinching the fabric of your robe. The sensation sent shivers down your spine as his touch left an indelible mark on the uncharted territory of your connection.
As the intimate moment continued, Jeonghan led you to sit on the couch. His hands caressing the skin under your belly button, opening you by your inner thighs, until he reaches your pussy. He licks his fingers, starting to circle your clit, you muffle a moan, closing your eyes when you feel two of his fingers entering you.
"Jeonghannie…"
A soft moan escaped your lips, and in the hushed aftermath, you whispered, "Jeonghannie."
He hummed in response, the sound a tender acknowledgment of the nickname that had slipped past your lips. There was an unspoken intimacy in the way he absorbed the words, a resonance that spoke of shared history and a connection that had weathered the complexities of time.
"I missed that," Jeonghan admitted, his mouth sucking your clit, and you jolted, moving your hips, almost riding his fingers.
His request hung in the air, and you felt a flutter of anticipation as Jeonghan, with a mischievous glint in his eyes, asked, "Can you do that again?"
A coy smile played on your lips as you willingly obliged. "Jeonghannie," you moaned, the sound escaping your lips with an undeniable fervor.
His fingers curled, and your body tenses while you throw your head back, a satisfied smile forming on his face. The room was filled with a charged energy, and the intimacy between you deepened with each shared moment. "Again," he requested, the playful challenge evident in his eyes.
Your voice, laced with desire, echoed the familiar nickname once more, "Ah! Jeonghannie."
A low chuckle escaped him as he reveled in the sound, flicking your bud with his tongue. Your pussy was tight around his fingers, and he knows you are almost there. So he stops. As you whimpered, a question escaped your lips, "You won't be stubborn here too, right?" The anticipation in your voice held a hint of vulnerability.
Jeonghan, his jaw clenched and a firm grip in your hair, made you look into his intense gaze. There was a magnetic intensity in his eyes that seemed to hold the weight of unspoken desires.
He teased, his voice low and husky, "What if I want you to beg, hmm?"
A shiver ran down your spine at his words, the raw desire and dominance in his tone leaving you breathless. A breathy uncertainty laced your voice as you echoed, "B-beg?"
Jeonghan's grip on your hair tightened slightly, a wicked gleam in his eyes. "That's right. Beg for it," he murmured, his tone a blend of command and temptation.
The air between you crackled with a newfound intensity, and as you hesitated, his fingers entwined in your hair, he repeated, "Beg, Y/N."
Your heartbeat quickened, and the room seemed to close in around you. The vulnerability of the moment hung in the air, and in a hushed voice, you uttered the words he sought, "Please, Jeonghan." Your pussy clenching around nothing.
"Please what, Y/N?" he inquired, his eyes locked onto yours, a playful smirk playing on his lips.
"Please let me cum on your mouth Jeonghannie..." You cried out, and fuck, you felt like a pathetic slut.
He smiles, sucking your cunt, licking everywhere, your moans escaping your lips, an uncontrollable melody of pleasure. Sensing an opportunity to play, Jeonghan added his own voice to the symphony, a low and enticing moan that mirrored the rhythm of your own.
As you continued to moan, he intensified his efforts, each sound a deliberate echo of your pleasure. His moans grew louder, the teasing quality evident in every sultry note.
Your legs lock him, and he makes you cum messily on his tongue. Your feel dizzy, how the fuck you are trembling on your couch, with robe opened, and Jeonghan giving you a mind-blowing oral?
Jeonghan, with a deliberate and firm movement, turned you around, positioning you with your arms gripping the backrest of the couch. Your body arched, your ass lifted in the air, the vulnerability and anticipation palpable in the intimate moment.
Your cheeks burned with a mixture of embarrassment and anticipation, and you avoided turning to look at him. The heat emanating from Jeonghan behind you was palpable, and you rested your face on the sofa, trying to conceal the flush that colored your features.
Suddenly, his hands moved swiftly, gripping your hair with a rough intensity. He pulled you closer, and your back pressed against his chest. Jeonghan pressed his lips against yours. However, your mouth fell open, and you couldn't reciprocate the kiss as you felt him pushing his thick cock inside.
The pace quickened, Jeonghan's hips moving surprisingly fast, each thrust making your body bounce with every stroke. The sounds that escaped your lips were a mix of pleasure and restraint. Unsure if the walls could contain the intensity, you bit your lips almost to the point of tasting blood, attempting to stifle the moans that threatened to escape.
Jeonghan, disapproving of your attempt to silence yourself, held the back of your neck. He pressed your face against the pillowed backrest of the couch, a commanding tone accompanying his touch. "Don't hold back your moans," he ordered, his voice a low, authoritative whisper that sent shivers down your spine.
The sounds of skin slapping echoed in the background, but Jeonghan's insistence on hearing your unrestrained pleasure added a new layer of pleasure sent directly to your cunt.
Stuttering, you managed to express your concern, "J-Jeonghan, people can listen," the words slipping between the gasps and moans.
He, however, seemed indifferent. "I don't give a fuck," he asserted, the determination in his voice unwavering.
You insisted, "Anyone can pass in the hall and hear us."
In response, he scoffed, dismissing the concern. Without a word, he pushed two fingers into your mouth, silencing you momentarily as you involuntarily drooled around them.
Jeonghan's blunt question hung in the air, "Good for you now, slut?" Your response came in the form of a satisfied mumble, an unspoken acknowledgment of the shared pleasure.
He, however, expressed a sentiment of unfairness, his voice carrying a mix of teasing and genuine desire. "That's unfair, Y/N. I've waited so long to hear you like this, and now you're impeding me from enjoying it?"
He pushes you to lay your back on the couch, pushing his dick inside of you again. His hands are now choking you slightly. Your response was a breathless laugh, a mixture of amusement and pleasure. "I can't help it if you're too impatient, Jeonghan."
He chuckled, the sound vibrating through your shared space. "Impatient? After all this time? I've been waiting for this, and now you're telling me I have to be patient?" A teasing glint sparkled in his eyes as he continued, "You're a tease, Y/N. Making me wait, and now you're holding back."
You playfully rolled your eyes, even though his words resonated with a certain truth. "Maybe I enjoy making you wait. Builds anticipation, doesn't it?"
Jeonghan grinned, a mischievous twinkle in his eyes. "Well, I hope you're ready to make up for lost time."
The rhythm intensified, and the force of Jeonghan's hips against you became more pronounced. The friction started to border on discomfort, and you shut your eyes tightly, desperate to channel all the overwhelming pleasure into a refuge against screaming aloud. Your hands found their way to his back, nails digging into his skin and trailing all the way down.
Your moans and gasps mingled in the air, both of you caught in the throes of pleasure. The sheer intensity of the moment made coherent conversation impossible, reducing any attempts to words that stuttered out in fragmented pleasure.
His mouth fell open, and he called your name with a voice that echoed the shared ecstasy. "Y/N," he stammered, the syllables breaking with the weight of desire, a testament to the overwhelming pleasure that engulfed both of you.
The intensity of the moment pushed you to repeat the action, your nails running harder and more unconsciously down his back. A gasp escaped him, filling the room as his climax overtook him, making his body shiver with the force of pleasure.
After the peak of pleasure subsided, he took a moment to catch his breath. "This is a dirty game you played on me," he remarked, a hint of sulking in his voice. The unexpected intensity of the encounter, spurred by the simple action of your nails on his back, had left him vulnerable and surprised.
A playful smirk played on your lips as you teased him, "Oh, you're really into scratching your skin, aren't you?"
Jeonghan's sulky expression transformed into a sheepish grin. "Well, maybe a little. You seem to have a talent for it."
As the playful banter continued, Jeonghan's hand ventured down your body, his touch purposeful circling your clit. The exploration was gentle yet intent, working to build the anticipation and pleasure that would lead you to orgasm.
A connection of affection and determination passed between you as you held his forearm, your eyes locked onto his. The look in his eyes conveyed a desire for you to cum,, the unspoken connection between you and Jeonghan deepening with each breath.
His hands worked faster, and your breath quickened in response. You avoided looking at him, lost in the overwhelming sensations. A hiss escaped him as you clenched around him, your back arching from the couch, the sensation of your nipples brushing against his skin adding an extra layer of intensity. In the throes of passion, you called him "Jeonghannie," the nickname slipping past your lips in a breathless plea.
"I'm going to—" you began, the words catching in your throat as pleasure surged through you.
Jeonghan, with a husky urgency, filled the silence, "Cum for me, my beautiful whore…" You reaching a crescendo as he urged you to surrender to the pleasure. "Cream on my cock, my beautiful Y/N. Let go for me."
You held onto his forearm tighter, gasping for air and calling out his name every time more louder. His response was a husky affirmation, "Yes, baby, just like that. Mhmm, that's my little slut."
The orgasm finally hit you, a powerful wave of pleasure surging through your body as you creamed hard around him. The room filled with the unmistakable sounds of your release, a symphony of ecstasy echoing in the air. Jeonghan, caressing your hair, tried to soothe you from the intensity of the climax.
"Fuck, I'll have to take another bath," you said, and Jeonghan chuckled, his voice laced with a satisfied tone, "Well, at least it will be with me."
He held you gently, leading the way to clean up. The shared bath became a tender moment, the water soothing and cleansing as you both relaxed.
Afterward, you lay on your bed, and Jeonghan sat on the edge. You called him, and he turned his head, carefully facing you. "What's up?"
You took a moment before admitting, "I saw the scratches on your back in the bath, but I was embarrassed to tell you."
He got up and turned his back to the mirror on your wardrobe, trying to take a peek at what you did. A smile spread across his face as he examined the red lines on the milky skin of his back. "Looks like you had fun back there," he teased, turning to face you.
Jeonghan, playfully teasing, grinned and said, "How am I going to explain this to my friends in the locker room?"
You joined in the playful banter, suggesting, "Maybe avoid changing around them this week."
He chuckled and offered a humorous solution, "I can always say I got into a fight with a cat."
Both of you burst into laughter, the shared joke creating a light and carefree atmosphere.
── two best friends who’d rather die than lose you to the other settle for an interesting middle ground.
tags : joshua x f!reader x jeonghan. 4.1k wc. porn w bare bones of a plot. threesome / cucking. homoerotic tension. which could mean nothing. 18+
JOSHUA and JEONGHAN liked to fight for the same things.
since the dawn of their friendship, everything’s been a competition. which crayon scribble got more praise from teachers. which academic achievements made their parents prouder. which of them had the better build, the prettier face — and garnered the more attention from girls as a result.
only one mattered, though. because when it came to crushes, joshua and jeonghan only ever went after the same girl. and yes it was personal.
they say you win some and you lose some. joshua’s yet to see the truth in that. attempting to rival jeonghan’s lazy grins and smooth tongue for a girl’s attention was always a sinking ship.
there’d been a few times when joshua had made the first move — taken the girl out, kissed her under the moon and left her eager for more — all for jeonghan to swoop in while she’d been waiting and fill the absence joshua left.
it’s not fair, just building off of the care and effort joshua already put in, and it sure as hell shouldn’t count as besting him. but at the end of it all, it’s jeonghan who gets to call her mine. and that’s what they’re competing for.
you weren’t just the same old story, though.
maybe it’s because you weren’t some other high school hook-up or college fling that they were competing to have in their bed. they’re grown now, you’d think they’d matured out of wanting a girl only if the other did. but you entering their lives proved that they were far, far off.
you’d been the first one to pick up on their rivalry, too — but that can be attributed to both of them being more forward and downright desperate than they’d ever been for a girl before.
what was it about you that had joshua’s voice cracking, jeonghan’s hands trembling? they could feel like they just hit puberty again. and it was serious this time — losing meant failing for life. because you had them wrapped snug around each of your pointer fingers, and they had no intentions of letting go. forever was nonnegotiable.
you knew this. you indulged in it. and watching them fall over their own feet trying to win you over the other was the most alive you’ll ever feel.
it’s nothing, compared to how joshua felt when you ended up choosing him, though.
months of not-so-friendly competition and foul play had somehow landed in joshua’s favour. joshua could play it smart, but jeonghan played it dirty, and brains never bested a total absence of morals. jeonghan always won in the past for that reason. but this time, it’s why he didn’t.
joshua almost cried in relief when you confessed your love to him. being a gentleman instead of a schemer had finally paid off. and when you took him into your bed that night, he could’ve sobbed into your hair as he fucked into you.
because all of his losses up to this point are meaningless. they all built up to this: holding your hand, moaning your name as your pulsing heat sucked him in.
it’s the only win that matters — knowing jeonghan can only dream of what you feel like.
“joshua, are we—okay?
you don’t usually use his full name. not unless there’s a real issue. but he doesn’t flinch at it, since what he asked was so out of left field.
“as far as i’m aware.” he replies coolly.
“so why are you asking me that?”
since joshua bested jeonghan for your love about half a year ago, you hadn’t seen the latter since. not if joshua could help it. partly due to fears that you might change your mind, that jeonghan might even coerce you there with his forked tongue.
of course, they didn’t stop being best friends. you don’t just give up a friendship that started in diapers over one girl — except you can, and they very well did for a few weeks. it wasn’t until joshua’s mother started asking about the other that he texted him, asking how he’s been like nothing happened. like the girl they were mutually lusting over wasn’t sucking his dick an hour earlier while jeonghan had been left in the dust.
but regardless, jeonghan texts him back, and it’s as if nothing really did happen when they meet up at their favourite fried chicken spot an hour later.
things start to click back into place, into routine. jeonghan didn’t ask about you, and joshua didn’t mention you either. maybe this could just be a blurry patch in their shared history, and you’d have to squint to remember why they were mad at each other. maybe this could be a funny story to laugh about when they were wrinkled and grey, once jeonghan had fallen for another.
except it can’t be. because jeonghan holds onto grudges like they’re his beating heart.
joshua made the mistake of inviting jeonghan to drinks, where the older of the two was much keener with his alcohol. jeonghan was properly wrecked within an hour, swaying in his seat and chasing his own words.
when jeonghan admits that he’s hated him ever since, joshua just blinked at him, in disbelief that he heard that right.
jeonghan went on: saying that it’s only grown worse with each passing day, and he’s at his wits end. he can’t take it anymore. he still wants you and he’s not sure it’ll ever pass.
rage surged in joshua like a tidal wave, and his knuckles were kissing jeonghan’s jaw within the next second.
for a good five minutes, jeonghan had managed to rip the sheets off of joshua’s usual gentlemanly composure. he berated his best friend until his throat ran raw, and only when he stopped to catch his breath did jeonghan interject — proposing an idea that could’ve full-well earned him another punch in the face.
but joshua was tired. the adrenaline comedown left him lightheaded, his voice was almost gone, and his hands hurt from clenching them into fists. so he listened. tossed it over in his head. but then left his best friend without an answer. not like he deserved one anyways.
still, it clung to his thoughts like smoke.
“just let me have her,” jeonghan had spat out while joshua caught his breath. it was the most shameless he’d ever seen his best friend. “just one time and i’ll never bring it up again.”
the more he thought back on it, the more he considered it, and the less he.. felt bothered by it. he’d even caught himself envisioning it one night as he laid in a cold bed while you were showering — you mounting jeonghan, riding him till he was in tears, all the while watching joshua for his approval.
with the way his dick pulsed in his boxers over the scene, he figured it was about time to bring it up to you.
which brought him to now: you gawking at your boyfriend like he just confessed to murder, when really he had admitted that jeonghan begged him to fuck you, and joshua wasn’t opposed. not that far off in terms of shock factor actually.
“aren’t you upset?” you ask him, perplexed on why he seems so composed saying this when he’d been so adamant on keeping you on the other side of the earth as jeonghan.
“oh baby, you didn’t see me.” joshua perches on the bed next to you, pulling the covers down where you’re holding them to your chest. he rubs little circles onto the skin of your arm, perhaps to ground you or himself.
“he’s got an ugly bruise on his face from where i hit him. i was fucking furious. but,” he sighs, large hand coming to hook around your fingers. “i thought on it. haven’t been able to stop, actually.”
you hold joshua’s hand back, reassuring him that you’re listening.
“i already came to terms with it, a while back. before you chose me. i was expecting jeonghan to win again, so i thought, if it came down to it: i’d ask him if he’d be up to sharing.”
“sharing me.”
“you’ve got me wrapped around your pretty finger, babe. i wanted you in any way that i could get. i’m more than grateful it’s this, don’t get me wrong.” he presses a chaste kiss to your lips. “i was just preparing for the worst.”
“so why this? and now?”
he smiles with a slow exhale. “because i want you forever. and unfortunately, i’m stuck with jeonghan for forever too. if he hasn’t come to terms with it now, i’d rather it be sooner than later. before he gets really desperate and does something i can’t forgive.”
“you think he’ll just stop after having me the one time?”
“of course not. but doesn’t that make it all the more satisfying? one taste of what he could’ve had, yet he lost. you’re mine, and he can never have you unless it’s on my word.” he smirks. clearly he’d already thought it through. it’s cruel, cruel in a way that could rival jeonghan. and you.
missed chasing you, trying to run faster than jeonghan. missed putting his dignity on the line for a girl with no guarantee he’d even get her. the possibility of giving his all and more only to watch you choose his best friend instead. it was exhilarating — the rush, the fear.
you love him, you really do. you chose him. but this whole thing, it’s like he’s got something to lose again. and he still can’t get enough of the feeling.
“well, we haven’t gotten there yet, have we?”
then he’s kissing you, tongue teasing yours the moment your lips meld together. you give a pleased hum when his hand dips down, knuckles brushing your clothed crotch.
“will you be there?”
when jeonghan walks through the door of joshua’s house, he’s carrying an air of insufferable pride with him. his face is plastered with a shit-eating grin as he greets you, hands snaking around your waist and chin dipping to your collarbone.
he and joshua lock eyes, and for a second, it looks like jeonghan’s about to kiss your neck before you’re moving off of him. joshua can’t tell if it’s a gesture more directed to you or at him.
you all share glasses of dark wine on the massive C-shaped couch. you sit first, with each boy perching close on either side — leaving a laughable amount of room on the rest of the couch.
jeonghan’s only really here for the one thing. joshua had set the details of how tonight will play out, such as what’s on and off the table. with how joshua’s been talking about this, you can’t imagine there’s much jeonghan isn’t allowed to do with you.
this is supposed to be the only chance he’ll ever have. the more freedom jeonghan gets, the more he’ll want you again — meaning the more joshua wins, because you still belong to him and only him.
jeonghan’s unapologetically handsy. he’d always been, especially when they were both courting you since jeonghan was a lot more daring with his advances. but tonight it’s as if he’s making up for the lost time. one glass of liquor down and his palm’s glued to your thigh, body slouching against yours, head lolling onto your shoulder. he even absentmindedly leaves a few pecks on the skin there.
instinctively, you glance at joshua whenever you think jeonghan’s being too pushy. but your boyfriend’s features remained firm, certain. even curious. it all feels like a show put on just for him. so if he’s daring you to not hold back, then what else to do than your worst?
you lean in to jeonghan’s touches. you guide his hand to slink around your back, palm coming to hold his head upright as he tells you about a particularly shit day he had at work about three months ago.
your attention gradually hones in on jeonghan solely, and he can tell when the shift happens, because he starts acting different too. it’s not just about provoking joshua with what he’s allowing to happen anymore. his pupils swallow the light, lips parting in bated breaths as he gazes at you. now, it feels like it’s just you, him, and your shared desire. what he’s been waiting to happen since the damn day he met you.
it’s soft when you lean in to kiss him. he could’ve just leaped at you and been hard enough to fuck you within seconds, but jeonghan’s got all night to take his time. to engrave your entirety into his memory: your body, your noises, your heat wrapped around him.
you slide your tongue against his, hand resting flat on his thigh, and it’s enough to pull obscene noises from jeonghan. you’d think he was already close to cumming with how vocal he was being, and from just kissing you. it’s cute. and you can’t wait to keep pushing him further down the deep end.
you stay soft and restrained as you kiss him — while jeonghan’s practically eating your face. he’s moving his body so much that your hand rides dangerously high, and he starts mindlessly bucking to the feel of your fingers on his clothed crotch.
he’s needy and whiney and you don’t know how he expects to last even just one round. maybe this’ll work in joshua’s favour and jeonghan makes a pathetic mess of himself.
speaking of which, he’s so caught up in the feeling of your tongue hot in his mouth that he literally forgot where he was. you have to still jeonghan with gentle hands on his shoulders, and he pouts as you pull away from the kiss.
“where do you want it?”
you have to give jeonghan a second to buffer, remember that this isn’t his home where he can just fuck you wherever he pleases. he’s still the guest here.
“upstairs, the bath.”
“no. it stays down here.”
you both crane your necks towards joshua — who was leaning back into the couch with a topped-up glass in hand, watching it all intently. he’s serious. jeonghan scoffs.
“in front of you?” he near whines in annoyance. it sounds like this wasn’t in the deal. joshua must be changing his mind in real time.
“this is my house,” joshua reminds him with a scowl over his glass. “and my girl.”
jeonghan just rolls his eyes. it’s tough talk for someone who’s a spectator to his best friend playing tonsil hockey with his girlfriend.
you softly cooing to jeonghan is enough for him to turn his attention back to you and stop trying to explode joshua with his mind. you plant his hand on your breast, and it’s like neuron activation with how he’s back to looking up at you with a watery mouth and doe eyes.
“wanna taste you,” jeonghan whimpers when you press your palm over where he’s hard and leaking. “please,”
“okay.” you hum, pressing a kiss to his hair. you shift in your seat and catch sight of jeonghan smiling. it’s cute. no sly intentions. it feels soft — it’s almost like you’re not basically cheating while your boyfriend watches from the sidelines.
you’d worn this dress for the sole purpose of easy access. you only have to flip the skirts up, jeonghan watching your every move as you lean back for him, and you only get your panties to your knees before jeonghan’s springing forward. he pries your legs apart enough to slot himself in the gap between, breath hot and heavy on your cunt as he lowers himself to lay flat on the couch. your core pulses as he licks his lips, pressing a shaking kiss to your clit before diving in.
there’s no patience in how jeonghan takes you. he laps at your wet heat like a dog, an obscenity of squelching noises filling the room as he bobbed his head. you bite your own fingers to muffle yourself, overcome with embarrassment and arousal in equal amounts.
jeonghan’s head dips, tongue fucking into your hole while his nose keeps your clit occupied. your thighs tremble around his head, and you can feel the saliva and arousal leaking down your legs. what’s more is he moans right into you, the pretty noise reverberating on your cunt, and your eyes fucking roll back — mouth clamped tight on your fingers.
until there’s a hand prying them out, cocking your head backwards. you’re met with an upside-down view of your boyfriend, mouth parted in a breathless smile, thumb tracing over your bottom lip.
“i wanna hear it,” he tells you softly, hand snaking down your neck and to your chest, slipping under the hem of your dress. he finds your nipple with ease, pinching the bud between his fingers. it has your hips rocking up into jeonghan’s face, and you’d think he’s almost too caught up in your cunt to care about what’s happening up here.
“yah, you fucking mind?” jeonghan turns your attention back to him when he splits you open with two of his slender fingers, wasting no time before starting to piston them in and out. joshua rolls your nipple under his thumb in retaliation, and you could almost scream from how much and how good it all feels.
“she’s my girlfriend.” joshua says, the smirk in his voice audible.
“yeah, about to cum on my damn mouth,” jeonghan bites back, flattening his tongue on your pussy to lick up a hard stripe. you glance down and realise he’s rutting furiously into the couch cushion, and you clench around his fingers, earning another moan from jeonghan that rumbles on your clit.
you roll your head back, staring up through your lashes at your boyfriend while his best friend swirls little eights around your clit, fingers curling ruthlessly inside you. you fumbles with the top of your dress to find joshua’s hand, and then hold it tight. he snickers at the gesture. you can barely keep your eyes open from all the sensations, but you still wanna hold his hand as you hit ecstasy. his heart swells, as debaucherous as the circumstances are.
except you don’t even get there before the cold air’s hitting your cunt, jeonghan pulling off of you with a wet pop. your brain’s still catching up when you see jeonghan’s arm stretch out above you, shoving joshua back on the couch.
“fuck off,” he snaps, hooking his arms around your legs to pull you away from joshua and flush against his lap.
his belt knocks your thigh as he unbuckles it hastily, not even waiting to get his pants off fully — just pulling the waistband of his boxers down enough for his cock to spring free, slapping his stomach and leaving a string of precum.
jeonghan catches you staring, and he snickers to himself, sitting his palm on your stomach as his thumb comes to prod at your clit.
“what? haven’t seen a dick this big before?”
you can’t even quip back at the comment, let alone deny it — not as you’re being launched right back to the edge of bliss, your orgasm rearing its head again as jeonghan draws slow, lazy circles with his thumb. the head of his dick nudges at your core, all the beaded precum barely even noticeable once he’s coated in your slick, and if jeonghan thought he was about to cum from just kissing you then he knows he’s not gonna last now.
it just means he’ll have to make up for it with many, many more rounds. he has till sunrise to do whatever he pleases with you: joshua’s orders.
you distantly hear a strained noise leave you when jeonghan finally pushes in, tuned out by his own louder moan. he spends a second still, cock twitching inside of you with his heavy pants at your ear. but once he’s found himself again, he sucks in a big breath to his chest before he starts ramming into you, just like how he does in his wet dreams.
you’re not sure if the moaning and borderline sobbing is you or him anymore. jeonghan looks rabid as he fucks into you: hair sticking to his forehead with sweat, eyes blown wide open with a hand roaming over every curve of your body like he’s committing it to memory. he replaces his thumb with his pointer and middle, and you’re about to be hit by your almost orgasm in tenfold. and from what you hear, jeonghan’s having just as much trouble holding back as you are.
you hear your neck crack as you turn your head to stare at the man behind you, only to see nothing but an empty couch. you then catch sight of joshua moving beside you — kneeling in front of where your head’s lolling back on the cushion. your eyes flutter shut when jeonghan thrusts up into a particularly sensitive spot, and when you open them again, you’re met with the view of your boyfriend smiling at you with heart-eyes, a hand shoved beneath his slacks and stroking himself.
“doin’ so well,” joshua coos, lips ghosting close to your forehead. “my pretty girl.”
you can only whimper in response. jeonghan starts drawing out his thrusts, hammering his hips periodically. you take notice of how joshua’s hand movements slow down to match the pace — pumping himself to the sight of you getting fucked.
a sharp pulse of his dick deep inside tells you he’s about two seconds from letting loose, and you squeeze down on him in kind. jeonghan’s fingers stutter on your clit, head falling onto your chest with a strangled groan.
“oh fuck, please don’t do that, ah,”
you can hear a faint chuckle from joshua under his breath. “keep on going, baby,”
jeonghan lets out a guttural noise — irritated over joshua interfering yet again with what’s his for the night — before he’s raising himself up on his palms, one of them shooting out to wrap around your neck. it’s not hard enough to hurt, but the dizziness hits you instantly.
jeonghan grits his teeth, anchoring his weight into the hand at the base of your throat when he starts fucking into you like a madman. this time, his sole purpose is chasing both of your orgasms.
“baby, ah. ‘m not ready just yet, just hold out for me, fuck,” joshua’s voice at your ear is strained, and you can hear the slick sound of him pumping himself in tune to the squelching of your pussy getting rammed by jeonghan. it’s so incredibly lewd and your brain’s fuzzy from all the blood rushing to your head at this angle and jeonghan’s hand on your neck and all the overwhelming sensations.
“look at me,” jeonghan growls, hand coming to snatch your jaw up into his direction. his face dips close to yours, breath hot on your neck — but when you’re looking up at him, you realise that it’s joshua who his gaze is directed towards instead.
“if you love shua,” he pants out, hand coming to rub his palm on your clit — other hand keeping your thrashing legs pried open. “you’ll moan my name.”
you’re literally right there, one exhale away from cumming, but you hold your breath. you wait to hear joshua’s voice in response — and yet, nothing. just more grunting and all the wet noises of your arousals. he’s not refuting it. he’s waiting.
you don’t want to. it’s wrong. it’s so fucked up and yet so fucking hot and you’ve never felt this turned on in your life.
you let yourself go, cumming with a loud cuss broken with a cry, and you do it. you call out his name. not your boyfriend’s. but the boy who he called his best friend.
“f-fuck—hannie!”
you don’t know when their orgasms started and when yours ended. you just know that it went on for what felt like minutes, pleasure so good that it delved into pain, and you’ve never felt so sweaty and sore in your life.
in the aftermath, you all lay there heaving and limp. there’s body odour, spit and cum in the air, along with some skeletons in the closet you’ll definitely have to discuss with joshua tomorrow. or maybe you’ll agree to never speak of what just happened again.
you finally crack open an eye, glancing towards where your boyfriend’s still sitting on the floor. he’s tucking himself back into his pants, and he’s not looking at you. you whip your head the other way, catching jeonghan mirorring him, and realise the boys had been staring at each other. sizing the other up, you think at first. but then on second glance it looks more like they’re eye-fucking.
you sigh loudly, which has their heads turning back to you.
“still need me here or what?”
mlist · taglist 〃 note. can u tell i stopped being medicated🤔
Synopsis 🌷 You're going to do it this year. You're going to beat that irritating, self righteous ass hat that runs the rival flower shop across the street. You're going to become the country's best florist, you're going to become florist of the year. Hopefully.
Genre 🌷 Enemies to Lovers, Angst, Smut, Fluff
Plot Warnings 🌷 family loss, mental health struggles, struggling to cope with loss, Seungkwan is the bestie we all need, business rivals, he's a complete ass hole but then so is OC to a point, I've no idea which flowers work together so everything explicity to do with flower arrangements is probably wrong, a lot of linking self worth to success, mutual pining?, found family
Smut Warnings 🌷female masturbation, dry humping, a lot of discussion about what does and does not constitute dry humping (they're both idiots)
Word Count 🌷 10.5k
a/n 🌷 Yesterday I reached 600 followers, 10,000 likes and a 1000 reblogs all on the same day which is INSANE considering I didn't think anyone would read the silly stories I write when I'm trying to ignore actual work. So thank you to everyone who reads them and engages with them, and everyone who follows me. I should've probably uploaded a slighty happier story to celebrate but this one really means a lot to me. So thank you and it really means the world that people seem to enjoy what I write 🩷
“_____, you should really head out front. There's this guy. Tall, handsome, I swear he's a walking wet dream."
“Well then you ask him out." You answer Seungkwan distractedly as you try to find more wire for the display you're trying to finish.
“Sure," Seungkwan scoffs, “that'll go down really well with my girlfriend."
“Well then I don't know what you want me to say. Just serve him and send him on his way."
“Well that's the thing, he doesn't seem to want to buy anything."
“What?" You sit up, leaves and bits of wire falling from you as you turn around to him.
“Yeah, he's just browsing," Seungkwan leans out of your office to check he's still there, sending him a wave when clearly the walking wet dream waves at him, “asking about how business is going."
“How tall?"
“Oh, about, this high?" Seungkwan places his hand to show where the wet dream would be against his own height.
"Seungkwan,” you mutter darkly, your eyes clearly showing your annoyance from the way Seungkwan tenses, "did I not tell you about Jeonghan?”
"The man who owns the other flower shop?”
"The devil that ruins everything good in this world.”
"Ok?" His eyes widen as he backs away from you, “But what does he have to do with this? This man seems really sweet! Seriously, you should…..”
But Seungkwan doesn't get to finish his sentence because you've slammed your scissors on the worktable and marched past him.
Maybe Seungkwan is right, some hot Adonis may have walked into your shop. But you know in your heart of hearts that this isn't that.
A man that comes into a flower shop and doesn't buy anything? That's not normal. Unless they're very into flowers and if that's the case then they know what they want and they're gone in the blink of an eye. Every other man is either someone in blind panic because they've forgotten something, in a rush because their partner found out they're cheating and they're hoping flowers would in some way make up for their lack of keeping their dick in their pants or they've no clue what they want and so they ask for help straight away.
But a man just browsing? Unheard of.
So that leaves one option.
“Jeonghan."
“______!" He smirks as he turns around slowly, him having been sniffing your roses.
“Out."
“Huh," he laughs fakely, “no wonder I have most of your customers, I see your friendly disposition hasn't improved."
“Get. Out."
“You know," he looks past you, “if you ever want to work for someone who isn't," he looks you up and down, “this." He gestures at you, “I'm always looking for new workers. We have so much to do,"
“He works here. Get out Jeonghan."
"You don't know what I want. Maybe I'm raising money for the needy.”
"Oh please,” you scoff, "you don't care about anyone but yourself. You're just here to cheat.”
"Why would I need to cheat? I've been Korea's Top Florist for the past two years on the bounce. How many years have you been top florist?”
You don't answer.
"Well?”
"I haven't.” You mumble.
"What was that?”
"I haven't!”
"No need to shout," he mocks.
“You've only won because of your little gaggle of idiots that worship the ground you walk on. I bet you don't even do half the arrangements yourself!”
"Just because I take care of my hands, unlike you,” he glances down, "who seems to have the hands of an old ship merchant.”
You shouldn’t have left your wire in your office. It would look so pretty wrapped around his fucking neck.
“Are you done?"
“Do you want me to put those peonies in the bin as I leave?"
“Oh they're not rubbish! They're for the com-pe-tition…..” Seungkwan folds in on himself and tries to stop talking as you turn and give him a look of utter disgust.
Jeonghan snorts, obviously over the moon with himself.
"Bye then!” He grins as he strides out of the shop. "Good luck this weekend _____! You'll need it.” You hear him tack on that last bit as the door closes.
An eery silence falls over your beloved flower shop as you turn slowly to face Seungkwan.
“I didn't know who he was! I've only been here two weeks!"
“I described him to you! I told you exactly what to watch out for!"
“You said he looked like a troll!"
“He does!"
“Oh common _____, even I can see he's hot."
“Well why don't you just go work for him then!"
“Because you're my friend and I said I'd help you out!"
“Oh you've really done that," you fold your arms, “you've told him the main flower on my display!"
“Surely if he's won, he won't need to cheat!"
You gawk at Seungkwan. You'd been friends since school but he'd been living abroad for the past five years until he came home one Christmas, fell in love and moved back home. He'd heard you moan about Jeonghan but there's only so much you can hear about one person until you eventually stop listening. And that's what Seungkwan had done. He doesn't really remember a single thing you said had happened in the two years since Jeonghan opened his shop because it's never ending when it comes to you and Jeonghan. And frankly, he doesn't understand why you make such a big deal of it. You both have good businesses, it all just seems very pointless.
“Two years ago, he came in here, saw I was using lilies as the main flower and suddenly he was too. Last year, I used hydrangeas and sweet peas, he used hydrangeas and sweet peas.”
"It's probably a coincidence.”
"It isn't! And he doesn't do them himself, Seungkwan!”
"He must be able to do something, he opened a shop."
“Who's side are you on?!"
“Yours!"
“It doesn't seem like it!" You rush past him, smacking his shoulder with yours.
You've got too much to do other than to argue with Seungkwan about something he's clearly not bothered to take any interest in when you've been telling him.
"Seungkwan!”
"Mrs Kim, Mrs Park! How are you both! Gosh it's been years!”
Two old ladies in coats much too bright for a Friday afternoon walk into the shop, their arms outstretched in greeting at the man who they knew as a boy.
"Well it would be dear! That's what happens when you move across the world and forget about us!”
"I could never forget about you,” he rolls his eyes as he moves to hug both of the old ladies.
"How's our _____?”
"Stressed," Seungkwan sighs as he sits back on the stool behind the counter, “and I think I've made it worse. That guy that owns the other flower shop came in and we've both upset her."
“I wish she wouldn't pay attention to him. He goes out of way to annoy her and she falls for it every time." Mrs Kim shakes her head.
The two old ladies had been a mainstay of the shop since the day it opened. The shop originally belonged to your grandmother and their best friend. They made quite the formidable trio and they knew everything about everyone. You'd more or less been brought up by the three of them.
Your parents had been killed in a freak accident when a bridge collapsed, when you were seven. Your grandmother raised you, she built you up from the shell of a girl that landed on her doorstep and Mrs Kim and Mrs Park were right there with her. You’d never met your grandfather, he'd died years before you were born and so you had three of the strongest women you'd ever met as your role models.
They loved you like you were their own and you loved them more than anything. They didn't make up for what you'd lost. But they never made you feel alone or unloved, you never missed that strong sense of home because they'd become your home.
"Does he really cheat?”
"I don't know,” Mrs Park dismisses, "if you ask me, they love each other.”
Seungkwan chokes on his drink much to the delight of Mrs Kim and disgust of Mrs Park, who throws a tissue at him.
"I don't think so, I've never seen her so annoyed with anyone,"
“I agree with Seungkwan," says Mrs Kim meekly.
“You two just haven't been paying attention." She rolls her eyes, “Anyway. When are you going to get married?"
“Me?" Seungkwan points to himself with wide eyes.
“You've been with that young lady for over a year now. I’d put a ring on it before she finds out all of your bad habits."
"I'll think about it,” he grumbles as he takes a sip of his drink.
"I can see why she's upset, the first year she feels ready to enter that competition and he turns up and takes over!”
"He has a right to enter it,” Mrs Park says matter of factly, "she just needs to focus.”
"She's pretty focused,” Seungkwan glances at your closed office door, "I'm not sure she's slept in days. I don't get why they're the way they are with each other. I know I've not been helping out for long but there's a steady stream of customers, it's not like he's stolen her business.”
"It's her patch.” Mrs Kim shrugs.
"It's a public street.”
"You know,” Mrs Kim turns to her friend, "not everything has to be prim and proper or by the rules. Sometimes you can take someone's side simply because they're your person.”
“I will always have ______’s back. I just don't see the point in beating about the bush. He has his store. She has hers. Yes, some customers from here have gone there but some have done the opposite. They're both being childish."
Mrs Kim ignores her, she's always been the jollier, more easy going of the two and she's ready to fight for you at the drop of a hat. Mrs Park would too but not in the same way. She's pragmatic and matter of fact, there's rules and those rules are there for you to live by. She's no time for the whimsy in life unlike her best friend.
“She was stressed the past two years but this year," Mrs Kim frowns at the office door, “she just seems worse. She's had the design planned for months and that poor man at the flower market was ready to block her number because she kept ringing so many times to make sure he had all the right stuff."
“She’s definitely not herself," Seungkwan agrees.
“Whatever it is, she'll tell us in her own time." Mrs Park nods, joining them in looking at the door which they know you're behind, knee deep in off cuts and floral foam.
“It’s time like this I wish her grandmother was still here," Seungkwan says quietly.
The two old ladies just nod, both trying to fight tears, as they all keep looking at the office door. They miss her just as much as you do. Life hadn't been the same in the three years since she'd passed and left you her beloved flower shop. Even the shop itself felt like it was frozen in time.
Where Jeonghan's was modern and clean, with sleek holders for his flowers, yours was a bit on the quirkier side. Your buckets were metal and mismatched and you had bunting and fairy lights hanging from the ceiling, it was cute if not a bit on the older side. But you loved it. Even if you did now have an influx of influencers outside because apparently your little shop was “peak cottage core".
It was yours. And it was home. And that's all that mattered.
"Why isn't he here yet?”
"Why do you care?” Seungkwan asks, clearly annoyed because this is your third time asking.
"Because it's weird. Normally he takes the day off like we all do to get set up. It makes no sense to set everything up tomorrow morning, it's too big a rush.”
You've been in the competition hall all day. Just like every other competitor for Korea's Top Florist. And yet Jeonghan had chosen to open his shop. His display area was right next to yours and you hadn't even seen any of his minions wandering around. It was weird. And it was beginning to make you feel on edge.
"Maybe he had a wedding to get ready for.”
"Maybe a funeral.” You stick a peony into the ornate arch you'd been creating for days, "hopefully his own.”
Seungkwan looks up at you from the bottom of the ladder you're standing on, like he's trying to figure something out.
"What?”
"Nothing,” he shrugs, "just thinking about something Mrs Park said.”
You frown at him but he's clearly got no intention of telling you what they were gossiping about so you go back to fighting with your lavender.
“I like this design," he changes the subject as you descend down the ladder.
“Really? You don't think it's too simple? Too bland?"
“I don't," he looks at your display, “I think it's perfect. It's simple, sure but it's classic."
“Classic doesn't win awards." You sigh as you fix one of the smaller bouquets.
“It doesn't, but the way you've done it just might. You're an amazing florist _____, don't let some idiot bring you down. You do you. Fuck what anyone else does."
“Thank you Seungkwan," you rest your head on his shoulder, “I'm sorry for how I've been. I appreciate you helping you know."
“I know you do," he rests his head on yours, “and when I've got my business up and running, you can return the favour."
“Deal." You giggle.
“Just go home and try and chill out. You've done everything you can, tomorrow we deal with whatever the world throws at us.”
"How did I get such a great best friend?” You grin at him.
"You shared your cookies with me at lunch when we were five. I've always been easily bought.”
As much as you've tried to relax, there's still one thing playing on your mind. What the fuck had been so important that Jeonghan felt like he could just not use the prep day for the most important competition in the country. Well for florists anyway.
Even as you're watching some trash on TV in bed, all you can think about is where Jeonghan was.
You glance at your phone. But then straight away avert your eyes back to the TV.
But you could just take one glance? See if he'd put something up on Instagram? If it was that important surely he'd be straight on Instagram, he's always pouting and posing on there. Not that you look. Very often.
It doesn't matter. Like Seungkwan said, you do you. It doesn't matter what he's doing.
What if it's something you don't know about though? What if there's been some community planning meeting and they're about to bulldoze your whole street? That's just the type of thing he'd purposely not tell you about. He'd let you turn up to rubble whilst he banked the pay off he wouldn't have told you about.
No you need to check his Instagram, it's a matter of public safety at this point.
You head to the search bar but embarrassingly his page is first on the list of recents. Anyway. One click on his profile and you see that he's updated his stories. For fuck’s sake. He does this on purpose, you're certain he sublimely knows you check his profile and so makes it harder for you.
More fool him though. You log out of your Instagram and into another account. A decoy account you'd set up in the name of your cat. She doesn't post much, it's pretty hard with no thumbs, but occasionally you'll remember to update it. Not that you really need to, it only has five accounts that follow thousands of people and you'd only really set it up to spy on Jeonghan.
You get settled in bed, making sure you're in optimum comfort for your covert spying and press on his stories.
Well that's disappointing. It's just some flowers. You know he's a florist but you were hoping for something more juicy than flowers.
You almost drop your phone though when you press onto the next story.
It's him. In a suit, hair pulled back showing his forehead and standing with a woman in a wedding dress. He's married?! He's been engaged and you didn't know?! He's……oh no wait. No, it's his sister. Calm down ______.
But fuck does he look good though. He's broader than you realise and the suit only accentuates that.
You groan as your pussy betrays you. That familiar tingle between your legs whenever you stop to really look at the man that ruins every day of your life. Because no matter how hard you try, you can't deny that you're attracted to him. Yes, you told Seungkwan that he looked like a troll but in the comfort of your own bed you can admit that he's your dream man. If only he didn't have the personality of a viper, he'd be more than a catch.
Your thumb stays on the screen, your eyes rushing over the picture again and again as you take in the man in front of you. Your mind drifts off into places that aren't unusual, images of you and Jeonghan rolling around in a field of wildflowers, your hands all over each other. Him whispering sweet nothings into your ear as he completely ravages you.
There's already a mess between your thighs, you know there is. Your phone falls from your hand as you imagine it being Jeonghan's hand tucking under the waist band of your pyjama shorts instead of your own, imagining it was his long perfect fingers that were circling your clit.
What you wouldn't give to feel him hovering over you, his soft lips scattering kisses across your body as he slips that first finger into you. Your hips buck a little when all that fills your hole is your own disappointing finger so you go back to your clit, you need to cum now you've started, you can't be fucked off with fantasy Jeonghan as well as real Jeonghan.
You've no doubt he's good with his fingers but it's his tongue that you can never get out of your mind. The way it pokes out when he smirks and thinks he's got the upper hand over you. Two of your fingers frantically start rubbing your clit as you imagine that tongue, always so quick with its harsh words, flicking your clit as you pull on his hair to keep him close to you.
Your fingers are frantic as you're completely lost in your fantasy, completely lost in the idea of Jeonghan being lost in you. It's just as you're imagining how good it'd feel as he stretched you open with his big dick, that you're certain fantasy Jeonghan has, that your fingers finally bring you the release you needed.
Even as you're cumming, your fingers still moving in little circles, you imagine him whispering in your ear how good you've been for him, about how pretty you look when you cum for him and it just draws the orgasm even longer.
Your fingers slow and eventually Jeonghan disappears from your brain, gradually everything disappears from your brain as you drift off to sleep, your hand still in your pyjamas and your phone still lit beside you. Not a care in the world for what’s about to happen.
“He didn't go with peonies then?" Seungkwan says as he comes to stand next to you.
This can't be happening. How has he built a fucking maze out of flowers in a show area so small?! It's like something from Alice In Wonderland! You're half expecting an obnoxious Queen of Hearts to come strutting out.
"I don't……I think…….How has he done that?” You panic.
You thought you'd done it this year. It wasn't wild in design but it was perfectly put together. A whole perfect scene of countryside style flowers. It was like something you'd see at a wedding in the country, soft pinks with lavender and baby’s breath and peonies as the focus. It all ended in an ornate arch with bouquets and jars filled with flowers everywhere. It was classy and even the old lady that used to judge the competition said she had a good feeling when she stopped by yesterday.
But you can't compete with what he's done. Any confidence you had disappeared the second you walked in and saw them manoeuvring fucking hedges about the place.
"We may as well go home now,”
"______, no,”
"What's the point Seungkwan, look at it.” You both turn back again as a rose bush shaped like a rabbit gets wheeled in.
"It's overkill.”
"It's incredible.”
"I'm pleased we both think so.” You both jump when you hear a fucking irritating voice directly behind you.
"Jeonghan.” You turn, gritting your teeth.
"You like my entry then?” He looks behind you at his maze, "yours is……something," he sighs like he hasn't got time for your pitiful excuse of an entry.
“You know what they say about men who show off, always compensating for something," how you've got the nerve to be so cocky when you got off just last night to the idea of what he's compensating for, you don't know.
“Oh the only thing I'm compensating for is the poor judges who have to look at that," he looks at your display, “before they get to see mine."
“You've got some nerve, you know that?" You step closer to him, “This competition used to be sought after before you and your tacky ways turned up."
“How would you know?" he steps even closer to you, “You only plucked up the courage to enter two years ago. Not my fault you got beaten by a superior florist.”
"Florists.” You correct him.
"What?”
"Well,” you scoff, "it's not you doing the work is it? It's them,” you point at his little squad of idiots, "you've just turned up here and done fuck all.”
"Well I'd ask if you had help. But from the state of that it's clear it's all you.”
You ball your fists, how fucking dare he. The whole point is that you do most of it yourself. How the hell do they judge the best florist if it's a team of twenty people?
"Where’s your costume Jeonghan?”
"What costume?”
"Well I presume it's you who'll be wearing the dress for the queen of hearts, your heads exactly the same shape as Helena Bonham Carter’s in the film!"
“Better than being as ridiculous as the fucking Mad Hatter. Always moping about the place and making everyone miserable!”
Your heart clenches at that. You don't make people miserable. It's just that in the two years Jeonghan has been on the same street as you, you haven't really had anything to be happy about. You lost the last piece of family you had. You didn't really feel like skipping down the street singing about how lovely life was.
"That's enough,” Seungkwan stands between you and Jeonghan, hoping to stop the little scene that others had started to notice. “Just drop it. Both of you. The judges will be round soon, they don't need to see this."
“I'm done here anyway,” Jeonghan rolls his eyes as he wanders off. Probably to move a singular rose and pretend like that means he's contributed.
“You're not mad. And you're not miserable." Seungkwan says sternly.
“Can we go home? This whole thing is ruined anyway."
You try to move past him but he stops you.
“Move," you try to bat him away.
“No." He grabs your shoulders.
“You're not mad. You're ______. You're our _____ and life's been pretty fucking shitty to you. I don't care what the fucker over there has or doesn't have. You've made that display and you should be fucking proud of it. So you're going to stay here, with me, and show the judges all the hard work you've done.”
“But he's got a bush shaped like a dolphin Seungkwan!"
“And you've got one of the most intricately designed things I've ever seen in my life. Seriously _____," he shakes you a little bit when you roll your eyes, “I can't even fathom how you've done all of that, every last detail is perfect. And you loved it yesterday. Don't let what he's done change that."
“It'll be embarrassing though,"
“He's embarrassing, he has to make you feel small to make himself feel better. Come on, snap out of it. Mrs Kim and Mrs Park will be here soon, don't let them find you sad."
“I suppose. Only if you promise we can get drunk later."
“I'll text Nari and tell her to buy tequila.” He smiles as he walks you back to your display.
"Tell her to buy two. And some snacks. And some more tequila.”
"You got it,” he snickers.
"You should really marry her y’know.”
"Only if you promise to recreate this for us,” he stops you in front of your display.
It’s pretty phenomenal even if you do say so yourself. It's like something out of a fairytale.
"That depends on if she buys the right snacks.”
"I'm sorry,” Seungkwan slurps his soda, "but needing a break in judging is pathetic. They've only done half!”
"Maybe they'll be a little brighter after lunch though, more inclined to give high marks?”
"Hopefully. No! Not hopefully because yours is bad!” He panics when your eyes widen. "They just seem a grumpy bunch. Hopefully anything that makes them more likely to score highly, the better.”
You just nod and eat your last fry.
“I think I'm going to head back, you said you’d ring Nari anyway."
“You don't need me to come with you?"
"I'll be fine,” you smile.
"I'll be there soon, don't go starting any fights!”
You roll your eyes and wander off. You just need a couple of minutes alone to sort your head out.
You don't need to put yourself through this competition but it's become an obsession almost. You need to win it. You need to prove that you can do it. Your grandmother had won it six times. Your mother had won it once when she worked with your grandmother for a couple of summers. You needed to do this.
You don't stop to chat with anyone, just walk from the cafeteria to the competition hall and hope you've got enough time to quadruple check everything again before the judges arrive. Not that there's really anyone to chat to, everyone has been working so hard. The second the judges said there was a break for lunch, everyone scrambled out of the hall.
You round the corner of the makeshift walkway which has display areas either side and glare at Jeonghan's masterpiece.
He's such an asshole. He's always so…..
But any thoughts you had in your head disappear instantly when you see your display.
Every container and jug with a bouquet in it is overturned, your entire archway is broken in half with heads of flowers all over the place from the force it's been hit with. The whole thing a fucking mess. Everything is destroyed. Everything you'd worked on for nearly two months, all the sleepless nights about how you’d place every last fucking flower. Gone. In an instant.
Your heart thuds, your hands shaking though you're not sure whether it's in anger or because you're distraught.
Who would do this?
Who would ruin any chance you had of even showing your work let alone winning with it.
It's fucking cruel. It's something that….
Jeonghan.
You hear voices filling the hall, lunch obviously having finished and everyone eager to get on with the competition.
But you've never felt so trapped and ashamed.
What the hell are the judges going to say when they see this? How are you going to face every other competitor? You could plead with them, beg them for another chance. But what would be the point? The competition is a one day thing, you can't fix this in a day.
“_____?" Seungkwan says quietly as approaches you and sees the state of your display. “What happened?"
“I don't know, I came back and it was like this. What do I do Seungkwan? How can I fix it? They'll be here in like two minutes. There's only one person before me!”
"Er,” he rushes past you, squatting down to pick up a torn off peony, "I don't know _____. I really just, who would do this?”
"You really have to ask?”
You hear Jeonghan's voice, him holding court with his employees as they saunter back to their area just next to yours but before you can say anything to him, the judges descend.
"Sorry we're early _____, the lady previous to you had to rush home. Family emergency oh.” They all stop dead, looking at your display.
You feel like the world is closing in on you. Jeonghan has spotted the judges and he's walking towards your area, every other competitor seems to be appearing too, the judges are here and you can't fucking escape them.
Everything is too loud and yet there seems to be a deafening silence as people spot your entry.
So you do the only thing you can. You stand in silence as everyone watches and the judges fill out their marking papers, though what they're marking, you don't know. It's just a pile of shit, the only place it belongs is on a compost heap.
You know Jeonghan is looking at you but you can't face him. You won't let him see you broken. You won't give him the satisfaction.
Seungkwan comes to stand by you, his hand moving to wrap around your shoulder but he thinks better of it and just stands silently by you as you go through this humiliation ritual.
The judges give you an overly polite smile as they leave and gradually people disperse from your display area, muttering and chuckling about what you've presented. They can't have thought it was meant to look like this? Surely they don't think you're that terrible a florist that you'd present utter crap as your entry?
You hear as everyone oohs and ahhs over Jeonghan’s entry and finally, now they've all gone, you let yourself break a little. Not completely, but a little.
“Who did this? Was it him?"
You just nod and wipe a tear off your cheek.
“Shall we go?" He rushes, just wanting to get you away from the situation.
“No. I'll stay for my score."
“_____," he moans like he knows you're just going to hurt yourself more the longer you stay, “don't make it harder for yourself. Let's go and get drunk."
“I’m staying Seungkwan."
“_____?"
Both your heads whip around to find Mrs Park and Mrs Kim approaching slowly, clearly baffled as to what's happened.
“Hi," you smile fakely, “the judges have been! We're just waiting for the result!"
“W-what?"
“H-how?"
But they both stop when Seungkwan shakes his head, silently telling them to leave it.
And so they just sit with you, all four of you sharing some raspberry tea Mrs Kim has brought in a flask as you wait for the judges to finish their deliberations.
The second they tell you your score. Or lack of one because they deemed there was nothing suitable to judge, you tell the three of them you're heading home. They don't stop you. They know you well enough by now to leave it until you're ready to speak about it. But it doesn't stop them worrying as they watch you leave the building, clearly wiping tears from your eyes.
“You should really lock your doors _____."
You spin round when you hear his voice.
“You shouldn't just let yourself into people's shops, especially when the closed sign is on the door." You turn away from him because Jeonghan is the last person you want to see.
“Are you ok?"
“What?" You turn back to face him, anger bubbling in your stomach, “Are you being serious?! You do all that and then barge in here and ask me that?!"
"You can't think I did that?!”
"Oh what, you're going to try and spin this as it was so shit, why would I waste my time ruining it? Fuck you Jeonghan! Just go away and leave me alone!”
You carry on cleaning the surfaces like you had been doing when he let himself in here.
“It was one of the florists from Busan. I made them check the CCTV. She heard the judges commenting on your display, saying how amazing it was and she did what she did."
"Yeah right.” You keep wiping even though you're pretty certain the place has never been cleaner.
"It's true.”
"It was shit. You said so yourself. I doubt they said any of that bullshit.”
“You don't want to listen to me. What do I know?”
“Who won?"
“Does it matter?"
“Who won Jeonghan?"
A pause.
“I did."
"Congratulations.” You throw the cloth in the sink and decide to rearrange your scissors instead of looking at him.
"I'm sorry.”
"You said you didn't do it.”
"I mean for everything.”
You just ignore him.
"I didn't intend to start this war. It's just that day I moved into my shop, you were sort of rude and I guess…….”
"I was rude and you decided to ruin my life?!”
"I didn't ruin it, you gave as good as you got!”
"You stole my ideas!”
"I didn't……well, I mean I altered my ideas when I saw yours, sure. But I didn't steal anything. And I definitely didn't this time!”
“Well at least you admit it, I guess!"
“Why is it even that important to you! It's just a stupid fucking competition!"
“That's easy for you to say! You won it!"
“I only kept entering to annoy you! To spend time with you!"
“You didn't even want to win?!"
You lose it, tears stream down your cheeks and you struggle to catch your breath. You'd have hit the ground but luckily Jeonghan’s quick on his feet and he scoops you into his arms, lowering you both onto the ground of your flower shop as you break your heart crying.
You must spend ten minutes sobbing into his arms, struggling to catch your breath as he soothingly rubs your back and whispers that everything will be ok.
But how can it be? He’s made sure it won't be. Or so you thought, you suppose he's got no reason to lie about the evil florist from Busan. But it doesn't stop the stab of sadness that shatters your heart every time you try to catch your breath.
Once your breathing gets a little more regular and your tears fall slower, he makes you sit up so he can look at you.
"I never meant to make you feel like this, I never meant to upset you at all. It all just got out of hand,”
"It's not about you,”
"_____ please I'm trying to apologise,” he pleads.
"No, I'm saying it's not about you. It's never been about you. I needed to do this. I made my whole life centre around winning this and now I've failed again. They'd be so ashamed of me, they'd be so disappointed in me,” you cry.
"Who?” He frowns, moving so you're both leaning against the cupboard next to each other.
"My parents. My grandma.” You shrug as you wipe your cheeks, though fresh tears still wet them.
"Did they not see it yesterday? Before everything happened earlier?"
“Pretty impossible." You huff out a sad laugh.
“Why?"
You glance at him out of the corner of your eye and pull your knees up to your chest.
“My parents died when I was seven. This shop," you look around with a sad smile, “it was my grandma's. She died three years ago. She raised me. Her and her two friends. This is all I've ever known. I thought," your voice cracks when your lip wobbles again, “I thought if I won, like my mom did, like my grandma did six times, it'd be something we shared. I-I thought," you sniff, “they'd be proud of me."
“Oh _____."
“I don't need pity. All anyone ever gives me is pity. It does nothing, it doesn't help anything. I," you wipe your nose, tears still falling, “I don't even remember them, my parents I mean. I just wanted something to share with m-my m-mom."
“And I ruined it."
“You won," you shrug, pulling your sweater over your hands, “I'm not good enough. Everyone knows it and now I can stop kidding myself too."
“Are you joking?!”
“Did you not see your name on that trophy three years in a row now?"
“_____, those first two years I stole some of your ideas and this year, it was all my mom's ideas. I'm a good florist," he concedes, “but I'm terrible with ideas. I've only won because of other people.”
"You still won. My designs and execution still weren't good enough.”
"Well we’ll agree to disagree. Next year, you'll smash it.” He says matter of factly.
"There won't be a next year, I'm done with it. I can't go back there, everyone was laughing at me, everyone saw……"
“Everyone knows what happened. I told your friend and he told literally everyone to make sure they knew you were cheated."
You manage to muster a small smile at the thought of Seungkwan doing that. You can imagine him marching round the competition hall and setting everyone straight, not stopping until he'd defended your honour.
“And Sooyon and Minjin,"
“Who?" Your eyebrows knit together in confusion.
“The old ladies who are always here?"
“Mrs Kim and Mrs Park?"
“I don't know their last names." He shrugs.
“Well I didn't know their first names."
“Haven't you known them for a while?”
"My whole life nearly,”
"And you don't know their names?” He laughs incredulously.
"I never asked,” you mumble, "they've always just been Mrs Kim and Mrs Park. I never even asked where their husbands were.”
You huff out a little laugh when Jeonghan throws his head back in laughter but silence descends pretty quickly.
“Why are you here?"
"To say sorry.”
“You said you didn't do anything."
“I may not have ruined your display, but I've done enough. And I'm sorry," he rests his head against the cupboard and looks at you, “really sorry."
“Thank you for telling me what happened," you murmur, trying not to look at him.
“You deserved to know, you deserved an apology."
"I er,” you look around awkwardly, "I'm sorry I was rude that first day. It obviously upset you if it caused all this. I wasn't in a good place, I’m still not to be honest, but my grandma hadn't been gone long and then suddenly this shop was mine, it's no excuse…..”
"_____,” he stops you with a hand on your knee, "you really don't need to say all this. I was childish, it shouldn't take one person being rude for like ten minutes for me to wage all out war,"
You can't help but smile at the way he says it.
“Since we're being honest. I think I was just pissed because I spotted you on the street and had every intention of coming in here and asking you out."
“What?!" You gasp, making him smile.
“I don't really put myself out there much. I know with you I acted like an arrogant bastard but in reality, I'm shit with stuff like that. I have my friends and I keep myself to myself. My last relationship ended pretty badly and I've never been good at asking people out or approaching them. I saw you," he smiles at the memory and you finally turn to look at him properly, “and I thought you've got this Jeonghan she seems sweet, just do it. And then you were mean and I reacted like a five year old."
“What a mess," you groan.
“Does it help to know that the evil florist of Busan has been handed a lifetime ban?"
“Not really. It might do in a few days, but not right now."
He just nods.
You both just look forward, clearly both a little shocked at what's just unfolded but neither of you make any attempts to move.
"You're wrong you know.”
"What?”
"You're wrong. I didn't know your parents but there's no way you could be a disappointment to anyone."
You purse your lips, trying to not cry again.
“It was silly, thinking that it would bring me closer to them. I just got so fixated on it. It was like it justified losing them in a weird way, I don't know, it's stupid,"
"It's not,” he reaches for your hand absentmindedly, not even realising how much the simple action makes your heart leap in its cage, "I know you said you didn't want my pity. And it's not pity,” he pauses for a moment to get the words right, "it's more…….admiration I think, I don't know how you function. My mom still calls me each morning to make sure I'm awake after my alarm. You're stronger than you know just for getting up each day and carrying on.”
"I think,” why are you telling him this? And why does it feel so right to tell him? "I think I'm lonely. Doing the competition made me feel like they were with me. Seungkwan moved home and his girlfriend is lovely and everything but I can't keep being their third wheel. It made me feel like I still had someone, to be doing the same thing they'd done," you sniffle.
“I could be someone to you?" He says softly.
"You?” You turn to him wide eyed though you don't drop his hand.
"I know a lot of shit has happened and I could've probably asked in a cooler way….but…..I could take you out? Or we could stay in? Or we could just sit here?”
"Jeonghan.” You stop his rambling, still not dropping his hand.
“Yes?"
“You might need to bear with me and I'm definitely not forgiving you for how mean you were,"
“Well I'm not forgiving you for the comment about my head being like the Queen of Hearts," he chimes in, both of you giggling.
“But, I think I'd like that? I-If you could be someone to me I mean," you stutter awkwardly.
“I promise I'm not as big a dickhead as you think I am. I'm actually quite boring, my idea of a fun day out is going to the Lego store and then a pizza at home."
The way he witters on is so fucking cute, the complete opposite of the ass hole who told you your flower arrangements were shit.
“That sounds like quite a fun date to be honest," you smile a little when he realises what you've said.
“A date?!" His eyes snap to yours.
“Was that not what you meant?"
“It was! It totally was! I mean," he coughs, trying to play it cool, “I’d be down for that." He shrugs.
He keeps holding your hand but now it feels like you're holding each other's hands. Like you're starting something new. Together.
“It's lucky I missed yesterday’s prep day, I'd have probably shoe horned some lavender into the rose bushes just to annoy you."
“You couldn’t miss a wedding." You giggle but that's cut off pretty quickly when you realise what the fuck you've just said.
“I-I…"
“How did you know about the wedding?" He smirks, turning to face you a little more.
“I heard one of your staff mention it," you dismiss him.
“None of them knew where I was."
Fucking hell.
“I," you sigh, knowing you need to tell him, “I might lurk on your instagram. Sometimes. Occasionally."
“Hm," he hums, trying and failing miserably to hide his smug grin, “I don't see your name or anything that looks like you in the people who've viewed my story."
“You don't know my username."
“I do. I lurk on yours too. Not that you ever update it, seriously twice a year is fucking ridiculous _____."
"I don't have anything to put up!”
"Never heard of a selfie?” He exasperates, "in fact," he frowns, “don't do that. I don't need people sliding into your DMs. Wait." He frowns at you, “I haven't uploaded my wedding dump yet, it was just a quick story. I didn't see your username," he presses again.
Oh well this is fucking embarrassing.
“I didn't view them. It was….. it was my cat."
“Your cat?" He suppresses a laugh.
“Well my cat’s Instagram page." You roll your eyes.
"You're Tabitha?”
"No I'm _____.”
"Don't get smart with me. You're Tabitha the tabby cat? I wondered why a fucking random cat Instagram page was looking at all of my stories.”
"It was not all of them.” You scoff.
"Oh it's every single one.”
He's so fucking smug but fuck does that smugness make him even hotter. How annoying.
"You looked nice in your suit.”
"What? Didn't quite catch that."
"I said you looked nice in your suit.” You bark and look away from him.
“You looked really pretty on your birthday."
“What?" You frown.
“That was the last photo you put up, you looked really pretty."
“Thank you," you whisper, your cheeks beet red and yet something takes over you.
Your mind is swirling with emotions. You're embarrassed, you're hurt, you're mourning and yet the man you've been crushing on begrudgingly for years has asked you out. And just like that it all gets too much and comes to a crescendo which causes something completely out of the ordinary for you.
“Hey Jeonghan?"
“Yeah?" He looks at you straight away and you don't think twice, your lips touch his and it's like everything slots into place, at least in this moment it does anyway.
You'll deal with any regrets and everything else you're feeling tomorrow. Right now you need to feel wanted, you need comfort and from the way he's kissing you back straight away and pulling you onto his lap, he's more than willing to give it to you.
You angle your head so you can deepen the kiss even more, his hands with a tight grip on your waist as your arms wrap around his neck. Both of you throwing caution to the wind, the drama of the day and the chaos of the past couple of years only making you more needy for each other.
It's only when you grind down on him and both of you gasp at the feeling that the kiss deepens even more. His tongue roams your mouth as you grip his hair, making sure he's not moving anywhere and keeping him exactly where you need him.
Your hips start moving of their own accord, you can feel him hard beneath you and yes, the thought of him technically made you cum last night but fuck does he feel good underneath you.
But it's when he moves you and makes you grind more on him that some semblance of sense switches on in your brain.
“Wait," you sigh, though your hips keep moving a little and you keep giving his lips little kisses like you can't bear to be away from him, “we should stop."
“Why?” He kisses your neck, his fingers dimpling your skin under your sweater from the grip he has on you, "haven't we wasted enough time?”
"I’m not in the,” you pull his hair to bring his lips back to yours and kiss him one more time, "right frame of mind to have sex.”
"I get that,” he smiles up at you, your kissing pausing so you can gaze at each other, "but what about some good old dry humping?”
"Like a horny teenager?”
"You're already humping me.” He deadpans.
He's got you there.
"Look, we can stop this. Or you can hump me until we both cum. It's up to you,"
“Fuck it.”
Your lips claim his again, your hips grinding down onto him. Thank fuck you'd changed into leggings before you came back to the shop.
"Wait,” he pulls himself away from you like the annoying man you know him to be. "I can't feel shit.”
"I can,” you go to kiss him again.
"Hey! That's not fair! Let me undo my jeans.”
"That feels like more than dry humping.”
"Are we going to have to fill out some sort of evaluation sheet every time we do something?”
"No,” you smile sarcastically at him, “I'm just saying it feels like more,"
“I promise I'll keep it in my pants. And it'll feel better for you!"
This is ridiculous.
“Undo them then." You roll your eyes.
“Well kneel up then, I can't move with you sitting on me, can I?"
“You're not very romantic." You glare down at him as you raise yourself up enough for him to undo his jeans and reveal the huge tent in his underwear as he pulls his jeans just below his ass.
“The romance can start tomorrow. I think we're just in the getting our horny frustration stage right now."
“Thank you for that evaluation," you smirk using his own words against him. "Ready?”
"Absolutely,” he grabs your hips and slams you down on his clothed dick.
"Fuck,”
"See I can have some good ideas of my own,” he chuckles before his tongue bullies its way into your mouth and your hips rush to start their grinding again.
It's sloppy, it's not sexy or romantic, it's just what you both need. You need to feel something and feel something together to make sure everything that's happened today isn't some sort of dream, or maybe nightmare.
But none your nightmares ever end in you feeling as fucking incredible as you do now. As your clit, even through three layers of cotton, gets just enough friction it needs against his hard length all you can do is keep moving your manic hips.
His hands grip your ass, your moan into his mouth only making him sink his fingers harder into your skin as Jeonghan starts to guide your movements a little more. He pushes you down harder every time you grind forward, his soft lips moving to leave wet kisses all over your neck whilst you let out little moans and lose yourself in the feeling of pleasure. Every niggling thought you had that was helping to tear you down is gone because of the way he holds you, the way he's showing you that he wants this as much as you do.
Your panties are ruined, you feel the wet friction every time you grind and one quick glance down where your bodies meet shows that Jeonghan isn't fairing much better than you. A huge wet patch has already formed on his underwear, his hooded eyes peering up at you so he can see why you've felt the need to remove his lips from your body.
“I've wanted this for long _____, don't make me stop now,"
“I won't," you murmur before you take his lips again, your tongues dancing just how they had done earlier.
A couple more thrusts with Jeonghan’s perfect hands gripping your ass so tight you're certain there'll be bruises, and you come undone on top of him. In your pants like some horny teenager at their first party. Your hips don't stop, if anything they speed up when you feel his body pause for a second and swallow the moan he releases into your mouth as he cums moments after you.
His hands loosen on your ass but you don't stop moving until you're both utterly breathless and both of you are hot, sticky in some places, messes.
“Still think,” he kisses you one last time before he rests his forehead against yours, "I'm over compensating for something?”
"You're so annoying,”
"You just used my big dick to get yourself off, I think I'm owed an apology.”
"I'm sorry I said your floral display was overly tacky because you had a tiny dick.”
"That feels more like an insult than an apology,”
"Take it or leave it,” you shrug.
“I'll take whatever you give me," he smiles, his arms wrapping around you and your head coming to rest on his shoulder, like he's shielding you from the world.
“_____?"
You hum, enjoying the way he's rubbing your back and basking in the afterglow of your orgasm.
“Do you want to grab dinner tomorrow night? L-like a date?"
You smile against him, your heart filling with a warm tingly feeling that you thought you'd never feel again in this lifetime.
"I'd really like that,”
"Great.”
A gentle silence overtakes you.
"And _____?”
"Yeah?”
"You're not alone anymore.”
One Year Later
"I don't see why we couldn't go too,”
"Because, Seungkwan, she needed to do it on her own. And she didn't need you two fussing,” Mrs Park gives Seungkwan and Mrs Kim a very pointed look.
“How dare you! I've never fussed!"
“You've been fussing over that girl since she was seven. She wants to do it on her own."
“Do you think he'll win this year?"
“I hope not." Mrs Kim mutters as she sips her tea.
“If he does, he's won it fair and square. We can't begrudge him that."
“We can." Seungkwan murmurs.
“I thought you liked him?"
“I do! It's just, I want her to do this. This year feels different."
Seungkwan isn't wrong, this year does feel different. And not just because they're currently waiting for you in his new café that’s just next door to your shop. But this whole past year has felt like you've been healing.
Jeonghan never rushed you, he never shouted at you when you suddenly didn't respond to messages because you were having a bad day, he was just there. Whenever you needed him and however you needed him.
He wasn't lying when he said he could be someone to you, or maybe he was. Because he wasn't just something, he was everything to you. He made you feel like you were everything.
You no longer doubted everything or felt like you needed to prove anything to anyone. You were content, your business was going well, you spent more time actually smiling than trying to force a smile and you didn't have that sinking feeling when you woke up every morning.
A couple of months ago the entry forms arrived for Korea's Top Florist and you binned them. You didn't want anything to do with it. But your sneaky boyfriend wasn't going to let that slide. He filled the forms in, one for each of you, and then took the ear full that was due to him when you found out.
Thinking about doing the competition again felt like going back to that old you, the one who felt like her world was closing in on her. But after what felt like a week of his constant trying to talk about it, you finally listened to his reasoning.
He said you needed to do it. Not for him. Not for your parents. Not even for your grandmother. But for you. You needed to close the door on that part of your life, it didn't even matter if you didn't win. You'd never shown your entries without something happening, whether it be him stealing your ideas or some evil florist from Busan, you'd never had a clean slate to show your work.
Jeonghan made sure you knew he wasn't going to go easy on you. But he did agree that this year's entry would be entirely his own. No helpers, no stealing ideas from you or his mom. Just you versus him. And obviously every other florist in Korea.
You'd spent a month planning and unlike the past three entries, you didn't have that frenzied feeling when you were working on it. In the past you'd have a tight chest, constantly telling yourself that if you failed this year, you'd failed them. You'd failed your family.
But now when you looked at your design, you enjoyed it. You looked forward to the quiet moments in the shop when you could rush to your office to finish the illustrations of your initial designs.
The poor supplier at the flower market no longer dreaded seeing your number flash up on his phone because you didn't have that constant urge to check everything was ok with your order. You knew what you were doing and more importantly, you were happy with what you were doing.
“They're coming!!”
Nari, Seungkwan’s fiancé, rushes through the café doors making Mrs Park dribble her tea down her chin.
“Nari, please, this isn't a circus. There's no need to hurl yourself around the place like a hooligan."
“Sorry Mrs Park," she tries to suppress a grin as Mrs Kim pulls a funny face at her friend.
"Now everyone stay calm.” Mrs Park sits in her seat patiently, looking at the door.
If they were hoping to look natural, they're failing miserably. All four of them watch the door eagerly, waiting for you and Jeonghan to come and tell them what's happened.
You open the door, you and Jeonghan looking very solemn as you walk into the café and you see how their faces drop, clearly hoping you'd bounce happily through the door and tell them that you've been declared the best florist Korea has ever known.
"Hi,” you say softly, Jeonghan holding your hand and looking at the ground.
"Well!” Seungkwan shouts, making you all jump, "what happened?!”
You eyes flit around the room, the two old ladies who love you like you're their own, your best friend and his fiancé who have been there for you in your darkest days and then you turn to your left, and see the man you love with nothing but adoration in his eyes and a gentle smile on his lips.
"I won.” You say quietly, like saying it out loud might wake you up and reveal it was all a dream.
"You?” Seungkwan looks between the two of you, looking like he's going to lunge over the counter, "you won?! You did it?! You really did it?!”
"I did,” you grin, a couple of happy tears making your cheeks glisten as they all descend on you.
"I knew you could do it!!” Seungkwan does throw himself over the counter, much to Mrs Park’s horror and launches himself at you. "I always knew you were the best florist."
“Thanks," Jeonghan scoffs.
Seungkwan doesn't answer, he's too busy squeezing you so hard you might burst.
“Move," Nari pushes him off, “it's our turn."
Her and Mrs Kim pull you into a bone crushing hug as you hear Jeonghan and Seungkwan say something about getting the champagne they'd bought because they knew you'd win.
“Imagine," Nari pulls back, her and Mrs Kim finally releasing you, “I can say that my wedding flowers have been designed by the top florist in Korea." She says proudly.
"Cake! Nari come on, let's raid the cake counter.”
"I don't think Seungkwan will be too pleased,”
"Who cares what he thinks! Honestly don't let him think he has a choice in anything! That's how all the best marriages work.”
"Good to know,” Nari giggles as Mrs Kim drags her off to commit a theft.
You watch happily as they rush off, the distant sounds of Jeonghan telling Seungkwan all the gossip from the competition as you finally feel like you can take a breath. Probably the deepest breath you've ever taken because for the first time in forever, you feel like you're exactly where you should be, with the people you should be with.
"_____,” Mrs Park smiles at you as she finally makes her way over to you. "You look happy.”
She takes your hands in hers and you take a moment to think about it.
"I am,” you smile, "I really am.”
"I know I'm just some grumpy old lady, but just know," she takes a deep breath, “I'm proud of you.”
"Thank you,” you whisper, a little taken aback by the usually stern old lady.
"And,” she pauses, "they'd all be so proud of you.”
You hum, trying to fight back tears.
"But they wouldn't be proud because you've won. They'd be proud that you did it for you. That you didn't give up. You deserve everything this world has to offer _____,” she shakes your hands, making you smile, "don't ever think you need to prove anything to anyone. Being you is enough. It always has been.”
She kisses your forehead, lingering for a few seconds and in those few seconds it's like you're four again and your mom is trying to stop your tears after you've grazed your knee. Your dad is trying to get you back to sleep after a monster tried to catch you in a nightmare. And your grandmother is there, like she was every time you wobbled in life, telling you to be brave.
Mrs Park pulls back, giving your hands one last squeeze before she rushes off to see what trouble Mrs Kim is getting up to.
You stare at them all as they set one of the tables, champagne bottles and glasses clanging and cakes appearing from all directions, much to Seungkwan's horror.
They'd all been here, well three of them anyway, but along the way Nari and Jeonghan had become permanent fixtures in your life too. They'd never left you, even when you lost yourself.
You're lucky in some respects, you found a family, you found two women who would do anything for you even though you're not their own flesh and blood. You found Seungkwan in school. You found Jeonghan eventually.
But you carry what you've lost with you every day too, and somehow that doesn't weigh as heavily on you anymore. Now they're comfort, they're happy memories on cold nights when you and Jeonghan tell each other your secrets.
You lost a lot in life. But you found so much more.
PAIRING: Jester!Jeonghan x Princess!Reader
SUMMARY: You've spent your entire life hiding behind the mask of a princess, forced to perform perfection at every moment. There is a single person who see's beyond your mask, but you see beyond his too - and you don't think the jester is as harmless as everyone thinks.
WC: 6,244
AU: Royalty, Implied Magical AU
GENRE: Smut
RATING: 18+ Minors are strictly prohibited from engaging in and reading this content. It contains explicit content and any minors discovered reading or engaging with this work will be blocked immediately.
WARNINGS: Mild mentions of what's proper/what's not in a royal society, reader being frustrated and having repressed feelings of desire and arousal, sexually explicit content featuring vaginal fingering, some mild dirty talk, mild biting, mild exhibitionism (hooking up where anyone could find them), the use of pet names (love / good girl), Jeonghan being a bit of a menace, some magical ambiguity at the end re: Jeonghan, he's kinda a weird lil guy in this I don't know how to explain it, he's implied to be dangerous but he doesn't do anything necessarily scary on paper.
A/N: This is for my milestone request for @gimmegoodname! And part 8348934 of Hali doesn't know how to keep to a reasonable request word count :) Thank you jesus for landing on Jester and Jeonghan - this actually is not at all what I originally intended to write but fuck it we ball because the other idea would have taken me aprox 40k words lmfao
AN 2: This is not beta read so I’m sorry - there will definitely be mistakes! I did proof read/spelling and grammar check but I often miss a lot!
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ORANTE PARTIES ARE PERHAPS YOUR LEAST FAVORITE RESPONSIBILITY AS A PRINCESS.
The castle's grand ballroom has been transformed into a glittering display of excess, the crystal chandeliers reflecting torchlight and dappled shadows across polished marble floors, the heavy velvet drapery covering the walls in hues of crimson and midnight blue - all of it tailored to make the inside of the room feel like something from another world.
You hate every inch of it. You hate the weight of your gown and its scratchy material, you hate how you can feel the bone stitching of the corset digging into your ribs, you hate the brittle laughter and the clink of crystal goblets, the venomous whispers behind delicate gossamer fans. Most of all, you hate the way every eye in the room seems to track your every movement, measuring you, judging you, waiting for the perfect princess to make a single mistake so they can talk about it with practiced smiles.
A bard stands at the center of the hall, his fingers dancing over the strings of a lute as he sings a soulful ballad of lovers lost in the heat of one another, of stolen touches and a kind of passion you'll never understand. You wonder what it might be like to experience something like that, to be touched by someone who wants you so badly they risk everything, to have hands on your skin that aren't bound by protocol and propriety. To do something dangerous and sinful, to have someone hold you the way those lovers in the song held each other, with urgency and desire instead of duty.
You'll never be that, of course. You are forever bound to this kingdom where the entire world is your stage, where you must remain untouched and controlled, and you're constantly expected to perform.
You're not the only one performing tonight, of course. You're halfway through a painfully boring conversation with the Lord of Coin regarding taxes when a burst of laughter cuts through the murmur of the party. Your gaze drifts against your will toward the small crowd forming near the arched windows, and though you can't see the man at the center of their attention, you know he's there.
The court jester's voice drifts toward you, mischief wrapped in pretty velvet clothes and a silly hat. You'd seen him earlier tonight, dressed in his best midnight blue velvet doublet and matching pants, little crystals stitchy to the fabric to make it look like he's lost in a midnight sky. His eyes had been filled with particularly vicious mischief when they'd landed on you, but your father had whisked you away to greet the Lady of Harvest before the fiend could slink your way.
Jeonghan is a fiend. You are perhaps the only person at court who thinks behind the practiced smiles, card tricks and juggling that there's something far more dangerous, but you've never been able to convince anyone of it. And why should anyone agree with you? Jeonghan is favored among the court for his wit, rhymes and tricks, thrilling the men and charming the women as he slides through each party like smoke, taking the shape of whatever his audience desires most.
A fresh wave of laughter erupts from his audience, brighter and more genuine than anything else you’ve heard tonight. It makes your skin itch and you turn away from the crowd, focusing back on the conversation at hand and determined not to let Jeonghan ruin your night like he does at most parties, determined to vex you and make you feel affronted and flushed and-
No.
You shove him from your mind as the conversation drags on while you sip spiced wine from your glass. As the Lord of Coin talks, you wonder what it would be like to leave this room. To go get somewhere lost in the city below. To fall into the bed of someone who would touch you like the lovers in the bard’s song, someone who smells like sandalwood and smoke and whose smile is sharp and familiar.
For now, you stay put and keep your eyes on the lord in front of you, ignoring the growing laughter coming from Jeonghan's corner. You hate that he enthralls them so - hate that even though you’re suspicious of him, he charms you in his own way, worming into your thoughts on lonely days, leading your mind astray to wonder how it is he does those tricks of his.
Your father appears suddenly, the Lord of Coin fumbling over whatever he was saying about inflation as the king puts a hand on your shoulder, grinning jovially. "Lord Hastings, forgive me, but I'm here to steal my daughter and spoil her with the fun part of the night!"
"Of course, Your Majesty!" Lord Hasting bows. "Thank you for the conversation, Your Highness."
"The gratitude is all mine, Lord Hastings," you nod, letting your father spin you away as dread knots in your stomach.
The crowd near the arched windows opens up as you approach, the members of the court bowing as you and your father approach the entertainment. Torchlight flickers on their faces, showing how flushed with delight they are as they watch the spectacle in front of them. Jeonghan stands in the middle of the, his midnight doublet fitting him perfectly as the crystals sparkle with his every movement.
Though the jester hat might look silly on anyone else, Jeonghan makes it look fashionable. His long, dark hair frames his angelic face, all sharp cheekbones and carefully sloped nose. His dark eyes find yours immediately, flashing as he grins. Your heart skips a little but you remain uneffected, staring at him as he juggles three daggers for the crowd as they ooo and ahhh at him.
You watch as the blades flash in the torchlight, each one caught cleanly while people gasp and clap. A lady nearby giggles behind her fan just as Jeonghan makes the daggers disappear into his sleeves with a quick motion. The crowd claps as he grins and bows politely, his dark eyes finding you again.
Irritation simmers, your gaze locking onto his and holding it. While everyone seems impressed, your instincts scream danger, wolf in fool’s clothing. The corner of his mouth tilts upwards as he steps toward you, the smell of his sandalwood and smoke clinging to him.
"Your Highness," he greets smoothly. "You look bored. Let me change that."
You say nothing but your father claps, his laughter booming as Jeonghan starts his performance. Cards fly from his hands in quick patterns and your attention is drawn upward as they flit through the air. He dances away from you and leans toward Lord Jeon, plucking a card from behind his ear before flicking his hand and turning it into a coin. The crowd laughs and claps as you stand there stiffly, watching as he charms his way through the nobles until he comes back toward you.
Jeonghan stops in front of you and holds out his hand, bowing slightly at the waist. The crystals on his double clink together as you stare at him, your stomach twisting when he looks up at you through his dark, silky lashes. To anyone else, the look might be reverent, but you see it for what it is - hunger.
"For the best trick tonight, I need a volunteer," he murmurs. The crowd claps excitedly and when you glance at your father, the king urges you forward, excited. “Your Highness, would you do me the honor?”
Swallowing thickly, you place your hand in Jeonghan's. His skin is warm, sending a spark of heat up your arm as he guides you toward the center of the circle where he spins you in a twirl, the skirts of your dress flaring. The lords and ladies clap, delighted and shouting how beautiful you look, how wonderful their princess is. Jeonghan’s touch lingers a moment longer than necessary before he grins and lets go, eyes glued to you as he circles you like a wolf might its prey.
When he stops, he leans close enough that you can see the silver threading in his collar and the way his sleeves are tailored to allow free movement, probably full of pockets for all of his cards and daggers and other baubles he uses for his performances. He's close enough that the sandalwood and spice makes your lashes flutter, making you think of something dark - not at all the cheery jester he claims to be.
"Try not to look so afraid," he murmurs, low enough that only you can hear him. "The court might think you're afraid of a simple card trick."
"I'm not afraid," you snap.
"No? Then why is your pulse racing?"
You grimace. Ever the observationalist, seeing far more than anyone ever dares to give him credit for.
"Do your trick, jester," you growl.
Jeonghan grins as he produces a deck of cards from one of his sleeves, fanning them out again. "Choose any card but don't show me, love."
Ignoring the casual way he uses a pet name entirely unfit for his station, you select a card from the middle of the deck and when you flip it, you see the seven of swords. You angle it away from him, eyes darting between him and the card. His eyes watch you closely, the heat of them making you fight off a shiver.
"Show the crowd, I'll look away. Cross my heart and hope to die."
You roll your eyes when he turns his back to you. The crowd leans in as you flip the card, showcasing the front to them all. They all nod excitedly, tittering behind hands and fans until you flip the card back around, holding it close to your chest and away from Jeonghan.
"Good," he says when he turns back around, tucking the deck away in one of his sleeves. "Put the card against your palm, card face down."
You follow his instructions, holding your palm out with the card face down to conceal the seven of swords. Jeonghan reaches for your hand, his fingers warm as he presses his palm on top of yours, the card firmly kept between both of your hands. You hate the way your skin responds to the contact, the way the sudden awareness of him prickles up your arm.
"Do you trust me?" he murmurs.
"Hardly."
"Clever." He guides your pressed palms upward so that you're both holding the card between you, each of your hands pressing forward with equal force. "Good girl. Keep your hand steady."
A snarl works its way to your lips at the pet name, but before you can snap at him for the impropriety, Jeonghan shuffles closer and the crowd goes quiet. You realize how far away they seem, the sound dull like it's on the other side of a bubble. Jeonghan is close though - so close you have to tilt your chin up to look up at him, his eyes glittering as they watch you.
"You're quite good at playing a dutiful princess," he notes.
"You know nothing about me."
"Don't I?" His eyes search yours, and there's something sharp in his gaze, something that cuts through the fool's mask he wears. "I know you watch everything. I know you see more than you let on. I know you're the only person in this room who looks at me and wonders what I'm really doing here."
Your heart pounds harder, the rhythm so forceful you're certain he can see it in the pulse at your throat. He's far too close and far too observant for a mere jester. The air between your palms feels charged, almost electric, and you're acutely aware of every inch of space he occupies. You want to step back, to put distance between you and whatever game he's playing, but the crowd is watching and so is the king. So you look onward, staring at him as he smirks.
"Breathe," Jeonghan says, softer now, and there's something almost gentle in his tone that makes it worse somehow. "You're holding your breath, love."
“Stop calling me that.”
"Nervous?"
You glare. "No."
His grin widens a fraction. "Liar."
The word hangs between you, intimate and dangerous. No one else speaks to you like this. No one else would dare, but Jeonghan isn't like the others at court. He refuses to be cowed by your title and your cold shoulder, protected by the silly little performance he puts on, convincing others that he's a fool. It gives him a freedom that feels threatening, and you're the only one who seems to notice.
The hand that isn't pressed against yours moves, tracing a slow circle in the air around where your palms are joined. The movement is hypnotic, and you find yourself following the movement, watching as he repeats the motion a few times. For a moment, you feel a little hazy, eyes fluttering as your thoughts grow foggy. Then, your mind sharpens again, Jeonghan’s intense gaze coming into focus.
"Picture your card," he instructs, loud enough for the crowd to hear. "Imagine exactly what it looks like - the edges, the images. The way it's shaped. The colors used, the details of the card face."
You think of the seven of swords, trying to focus on the image of it, trying to use it as an anchor against the way your pulse races. It's difficult to do so with the warmth radiating from his palm and the way his breath stirs the air between you. He's close enough that you can count every one of his eyelashes and see the way his dark eyes catch the light from the chandeliers overhead.
As you try and picture the curling red numbers on the card and blue paint of the swords, you let your eyes flit over his sleeves. His hands. His pockets. You try to work out what exactly the charade is, ready to catch him in his trickery. You always try, and you always fail, never quite able to pin down the source of the performance.
"You're thinking about the card," he says, dropping his voice again so only you can hear. "But you're also thinking about how I'm doing this. Trying to work it out. Trying to catch me." You don't answer, feeling the heat hit your chest and cheeks as you flush under being caught. Jeonghan smirks, nodding. "You also don’t like being caught. Are you afraid of what I'll see when I look at you?"
"You see nothing, jester."
"Untrue." He tilts his head slightly, studying you with an intensity that makes your skin prickle. "I see someone who's hungry to be wanted. Someone who wants to be touched like those lovers in the ballad the bard was singing, with heat and urgency and desperate desire. Someone who wishes there was a person bold enough to touch her the way a princess is never supposed to be touched. To want her not because of the crown but despite it." His eyes glint with something darker. "And I see someone who looks at me and knows exactly what I am. A wolf in fool’s clothing, right?”
You want to deny it, but the words stick in your throat. You hate that Jeonghan is right and that he sees through you as easily as you see through him. There's a part of you that's always craved this kind of understanding, someone who could look past the crown and what lies beneath, but not like this. Not from him.
Being known by Jeonghan feels like standing naked before a predator, and the worst part is that you're not entirely certain you want to cover yourself. Your chest tightens with the contradiction of it, the simultaneous ache to be truly seen and the primal need to hide from his gaze.
"Now," Jeonghan says, and his voice drops again, intimate and teasing. "I'm going to find your card without ever touching the deck again. Without you saying a word." He leans in, just slightly, and you can feel the whisper of his breath against your temple, warm and deliberate. Your skin tingles where it touches. "Would you like to know how?"
You can't answer. Your throat has gone tight, and you're frozen there, caught between the urge to pull away and the strange, unwanted pull that keeps you rooted in place.
"I'm going to read your mind," he murmurs, and his lips are so close to your ear now that you feel each word as much as hear it. "I'm going to look into those careful, guarded eyes and see exactly what else you're hiding."
Your hands are shaking now, both of them, and you know he can see it. The crowd can probably see it too, but they likely think it's part of the act, part of the performance. They don't know that your heart is hammering so hard it hurts, that every nerve in your body is screaming at you to move, to step back, to break whatever spell he's weaving.
"It's the seven of swords," Jeonghan says, and his voice is soft enough to raise the hair on your arms.
Your eyes widen before you can stop yourself, before you can school your expression into something more controlled. The reaction is instinctive, damning, and you see the exact moment he registers it. See the satisfaction that flickers across his face.
"There it is," he murmurs, so quietly that you almost don't hear it over the blood rushing in your ears. "That's what I wanted to see."
Suddenly he steps back, and the loss of his proximity should be a relief but instead feels like an absence. His hand that was mirroring yours drops away to reveal that the card that was pressed between your palms is no longer there. You frown, mouth falling open slightly as he reaches toward your face. You go still as his fingers brush the edge of your jaw, feather-light and deliberate. It's barely contact at all, the barest whisper of his fingertips against you, but you feel it everywhere.
When he pulls his hand away, he's holding a card between two fingers, flicking it to show you the seven of swords. The crowd erupts in applause and delighted exclamations, the sound washing over you while you stare at him. You want to know how he did it, to know what you missed. Had his whispers distracted you from when he placed it there? Was it a trick of the light?
"Your Highness," Jeonghan says, and his voice is pitched for the crowd now, all performance and charm. He bows deeply, flourishing the card. "Thank you for your assistance."
When his eyes meet yours again, they tell a different story. They say he knows exactly what effect he's had on you. That he planned it, wanted it, enjoyed watching you unravel. It makes you step back, putting necessary distance between you as your heart hammers, your pulse deceiving you.
You excuse yourself as soon as the opportunity presents itself, your father turning to another lord as he laughs about something and the crowd pressing around Jeonghan, cutting him off from you. No one notices when you slip away from the gathered nobles, picking up the skirts of your dress as you rush for the exit, skin overheating.
Cool night air washes over you as you step into the gardens and away from all the noise and eyes. The sound of the ballroom has long since faded behind you, replaced by the gentle rustle of leaves and the soft trickle of water from the fountain somewhere deeper in the garden. You inhale deeply, letting the scent of roses and night-blooming jasmine fill your lungs, trying to steady the frantic beating of your heart.
The gardens are empty. Everyone is inside, drinking and dancing and watching Jeonghan perform his tricks. Out here, there's only moonlight filtering through the branches overhead, casting everything in silver and shadow. The paths wind between tall hedges and rose bushes, their blooms pale in the darkness. Your footsteps are quiet on the stone walkway as you move deeper into the maze, away from the ballroom, away from the noise and the eyes and the suffocating weight of your crown.
You walk without direction, letting your feet carry you past marble statues and flowering vines that climb the garden walls. The moonlight catches on the petals of white roses, making them glow like ghosts. Everything is still and quiet, peaceful in a way the ballroom could never be.
Out here, you can think. Out here, you can try to make sense of what just happened.
Except you can't make sense of it. Can't explain why Jeonghan's proximity affected you so deeply, why his whispered words felt like they were carving themselves into your skin, why the loss of his touch left you aching in ways you don't want to examine. You barely know him. You don't trust him. And yet-
"Running away, Your Highness?"
You spin around, heart leaping into your throat to see Jeonghan standing in the middle of the path behind you as though he's materialized from the shadows themselves. His little hat is nowhere to be found, dressed only in the velvet outfit with crystals glittering like stars. The moonlight above catches in his dark hair, turning it silver at the edges. His eyes gleam, and you become hyperaware of the unnatural quiet of his presence.
"I needed air," you say, trying to keep your voice steady.
"Mm." Jeonghan takes a step closer, his movements fluid and unhurried. "Or you needed to escape me."
You don't answer - can't answer, because he's right and you both know it. He moves closer still, slow and deliberate, and you suddenly feel like he's a wolf giving the sheep time to run if it wanted to. You don't run, your feet planted to the stone path even as your pulse hammers in your throat, even as every instinct screams that you should walk away.
"You know," Jeonghan says conversationally, stopping just within arm's reach, "most people can't wait to be near me. They laugh at my jokes, beg for my tricks, hang on my every word." His head tilts slightly, studying you. "But you? You look at me like I'm something dangerous."
"You are dangerous," you say before you can stop yourself. “Even if I can’t prove it.”
His smile is slow and devastating. "Yes. I am."
The admission should frighten you. Instead, it sends heat curling through your belly, making your breath catch in your chest. He's standing close enough now that you can see the way the moonlight plays across his features. He's beautiful, with a sharp jawline and elegant nose, the curve of his mouth full and dangerous, the kind of beauty that bards say is dangerous, luring people into the spider’s web.
"But that's not why you ran," Jeonghan continues.
"It's not?"
He shakes his head. "You ran because of what I said in there. Because I saw through you, and you didn't like it."
"You don't know anything about me."
He takes another step, and now he's close enough that you can feel the warmth radiating from him, can see the way his gaze travels deliberately over your face, your throat, the rapid rise and fall of your chest.
"I already proved that isn't true, love."
Your breath catches. Heat floods your cheeks, your chest, spreading through your entire body. "You're far too presumptuous and entirely impromper."
"I'm observant."His eyes meet yours, and there's something raw in them now, something that makes your stomach flip. "And I know you felt it too. In the ballroom, when I was close to you. The way your breath changed. The way you leaned toward me even as you tried to pull away. The way you're looking at me right now, like you can't decide if you want to run or-"
"Or what, jester?" You demand, huffing. "If you know me so well, just say it."
Jeonghan's smile turns predatory. "Or if you want to stay right here and let me show you what you desire, no matter how improper it is."
Your heart is pounding so hard you're certain he can hear it. "You wouldn't dare."
"Wouldn't I?" He takes one more step, closing the distance until you can feel his breath against your lips, until you're backed against the rough bark of a tree you didn't realize was behind you. "I'm not afraid of your crown, love. I'm not afraid of what anyone would say or do. I'm not afraid of you."
The words send a thrill down your spine that you absolutely should not feel. His hand comes up, not touching you but hovering just beside your face, close enough that you can feel the heat of his palm against your cheek. You grit your teeth, refusing to lean into the hand the way you want to, refusing to give him the satisfaction again tonight.
"Why risk it, then?" You ask. "Only a fool would."
"I am a fool," he agrees. "Let me show you how foolish I am. Let me show you what it's like to be touched and desired. Let me show you what I've wanted to do since the moment I've met you and how I want to make you come undone. Let me make you lose all that polished control you loathe so much."
You should say no. Should push him away. Should remember every reason this is a terrible idea. But your body isn't listening to your mind, and you find yourself leaning toward him, drawing by the magnetic pull you've been fighting all evening.
"What do you say," he asks, hand coming to cradle your face and tilt it upward until you're looking at him with half-lidded eyes. "Do you want your desires answered?"
You lick your lips and his eyes track the movement, pupils expanding. Swallowing dryly, you give the shallowest nod, damning yourself to desire, to the feeling of being wanted and seen.
It's all he needs. Jeonghan's eyes darken, and then his mouth is on yours and the world narrows to just the heat of his lips, the press of his body as he crowds you back against the tree, the rough bark catching on the fabric of your gown. He kisses you like he's starving for it, deep and demanding, his tongue sliding against yours in a way that makes your knees weak.
You gasp into his mouth and he swallows the sound, one hand tangling in your hair while the other grips your hip hard enough to bruise. The kiss is nothing like you imagined. It's not gentle or reverent or careful, but instead it’s consuming, devastating, the kind of kiss that you never knew existed.
He tastes like wine and something darker, something that makes you want more even as your lungs burn for air. His teeth catch your lower lip and you whimper, your hands coming up to clutch at his shoulders, feeling the lean muscle beneath the fabric of his costume.
"I've wanted this for so long," Jeonghan murmurs against your mouth, then trails his lips down your jaw to your throat. "Wanted you. Do you know how difficult it was to keep my hands to myself during that trick? To stand so close and not touch you the way I really wanted to?"
His teeth graze your pulse point and you can't stop the sound that escapes you, half gasp, half moan. He makes a satisfied noise low in his throat, then his hand slides from your hip to your thigh, gathering the heavy fabric of your gown and pulling it up as you pant against the tree, your head digging into the bark.
"Tell me to stop," he says, but his fingers are already tracing the inside of your thigh, moving higher. "Tell me you don't want this. Tell me all my chasing and teasing and prodding is for nothing and that I should leave."
“I can’t.”
"Fuck," Jeonghan breathes against your throat, and the crude word from his elegant mouth sends another wave of heat through you.
His fingers find the edge of your undergarments and he pulls them aside with deliberate slowness, exposing you to the cool night air. When his fingers press against you directly, finding you already slick, you bite down on your lip to keep from crying out. The gardens are secluded and shadowed, but not so far from the ballroom that sound wouldn't carry.
"Don't," Jeonghan says, his free hand coming up to pull your lip from between your teeth. "I want to hear you. Want to know exactly what I'm doing to you. Want to hear every sound you make when I touch you like this."
His fingers slip between your slick folds and you do cry out then, unable to stop yourself. Your hands tighten on his shoulders, nails digging in through the fabric of his costume, and he groans like your pleasure is his own. You feel a shiver go through him and you realize he’s just as affected by you as you are by him and it makes the heat even worse, the knowledge that he wants you this badly turning your blood to fire.
"So wet," he murmurs, his fingers sliding through your folds, exploring you with maddening slowness. "So perfect. Is this what you were thinking about during the bard's song? Someone touching you like this? Making you fall apart?"
You can't answer. Can't form words. All you can do is gasp as his fingers circle your clit with devastating precision, sending sparks of pleasure shooting through your entire body. Your legs turn molten and Jeonghan pins you against the tree with his hips, sliding one of his knees between your legs to keep you pried open for his hand.
"Answer me," Jeonghan demands. "Tell me what you were thinking about."
"Yes," you manage, the word coming out broken. "Yes, I was thinking about being touched."
His fingers press harder, moving in tight circles that make your vision blur. His fingers slide lower, teasing your entrance, and you can feel how wet you are, your entrance clenching around nothing as his fingers trace laze circles where you need him most, your hips twitching.
"I'm going to give you exactly what you want," he promises. "Going to make you come so hard you see stars.
He slides one finger inside you and you cry out, your back arching off the tree. He's watching your face with an intensity that should make you self-conscious, but you're too far gone to care, too lost in the sensation of his finger moving inside you, curling just right, finding spots that make you shake.
It feels so good - better than you imagined, even. Jeonghan is precise, leaning forward to leave bite marks and kitten licks up and down your neck as he works you slowly, finger pressing against your front wall in a way that sends you squirming against him. Your breath comes out in short, quick gasps, sweat gathering at the back of your neck as he fucks you with his finger, the wet press of his hand maddening.
"Look at you," Jeonghan murmurs, his voice rough with desire. "So beautiful like this. So desperate. I want to see you fall apart. Want to see your face when you come."
He adds a second finger and you whimper, your hands sliding from his shoulders to grip his arms, needing something to hold onto. The stretch is perfect, overwhelming, and when he curls his fingers inside you while his thumb finds your clit, you nearly sob, rolling your hips forward into his hand, thighs trembling as you clench down on his fingers.
"You're so tight," Jeonghan continues, his voice a dark purr in your ear. "So perfect around my fingers. I can feel how close you are. Can feel you clenching around me. Do you want to come, love? Do you want me to make you fall apart right here in the garden where anyone could find us?"
The thought should horrify you. Instead, it sends another wave of heat through you, making you clench harder around his fingers. You nod desperately, squeezing your eyes shut as your cunt throbs around his fingers and you writhe against the tree.
"You like that," he says, and you can hear the smile in his voice. "Like the danger of it. Like knowing that you're supposed to be in there playing princess while you're out here letting the court jester play with this pretty pussy."
His words are filthy and crude, and they shouldn't affect you the way they do, but combined with the movement of his fingers, the pressure of his thumb on your clit, the heat of his body pressed against yours, you feel overwhelmed and strung out, the feeling low in your stomach coiling and coiling and coiling until you're babbling and squirming and squeezing your eyes shut.
"Please," you gasp, and you're not even sure what you're begging for.
"I know what you need." His fingers move faster, harder, curling inside you with devastating precision. "You need to let go. Need to stop thinking and just feel. Need someone to take control so you don't have to be perfect for once in your life."
His thumb presses harder against your clit, circling in tight, relentless patterns, and you can feel the pleasure building to an impossible peak. Your thighs are shaking, your breath coming in desperate gasps. Jeonghan invades your senses - the smell of him, the heat of him, the way his teeth scrape against your neck, the way his hair tickles against your skin.
"You're mine right now," Jeonghan growls. "Not a princess. Not a performance. Just mine. Say it."
"Yours," you gasp. "I'm yours."
"Good girl. Now come for me. Let me feel it. Let me watch you fall apart."
His fingers curl one more time, hitting that perfect spot inside you while his thumb works your clit, and the orgasm crashes over you like a wave. You cry out, unable to stop yourself, your body convulsing against the tree as pleasure floods through you. You clench around his hand, throbbing as your body shakes until you feel like you can't breathe.
Jeonghan works you through it, his fingers never stopping, drawing out your orgasm until you're boneless and gasping and oversensitive. He's murmuring praise in your ear now - how beautiful you are, how perfect, how he wants to do this again and again until you can't remember your own name - and it makes you dizzy, feeling like you're drunk off of him alone.
Finally, the waves subside and Jeonghan withdraws his hand slowly. You feel the loss of him like an ache, your legs still trembling and barely holding you up. He brings his fingers to his mouth, and you watch through hazy eyes as he licks them clean, tasting you. The sight sends another pulse of heat through you despite your exhaustion.
"Delicious," he murmurs, his eyes dark and satisfied. "Even better than I imagined."
Reality begins to seep back in slowly. The cool night air on your heated skin. The distant sounds of the party still going on inside. The rough bark of the tree against your back. What you've just done, and who you've done it with.
You should feel ashamed. Should feel horrified. Should be scrambling to fix your dress and run back to the safety of the ballroom. You don't. You feel satisfied and boneless and strangely alive all at once, like you've finally done something that feels real instead of the pretty performance.
When you look up at Jeonghan, you see him watching you, his expression unreadable in the shadow of the tree. The breeze makes the leaves dance, kissing your cooling skin as his hand comes up to cup your face, thumb brushing across your cheek with surprising gentleness.
"Regrets?" He asks, voices soft as the smoke that clings to him.
You should say yes and that this was a mistake, that it can never happen again and that you need to return to the ballroom and pretend this never happened. You should remind him that this is improper and unacceptable. Yet instead, you find yourself leaning into his touch, lashes fluttering.
"No," you admit. "No regrets."
Something like satisfaction shifts in his gaze, and he leans in and kisses you again. This time it's different - softer and slower, less consuming and more like he's savoring the taste and feel of your lips against his. You kiss him back, your hands sliding up his chest, feeling the crystals click against your skin as his heart pounds beneath your palms.
When he finally pulls back, you're both breathing hard again, and your mind is spinning with questions you're not sure you want answered.
"How did you do it?" you ask suddenly.
Jeonghan tilts his head, a small smile playing at his lips. "Do what?"
"The card trick. In the ballroom."
His smile widens, and there's something dangerous in it now."I already told you. I read your mind."
You shake your head, confusion and disbelief warring inside you. "That would make you something magical. Not just a jester with clever tricks."
"Yes," Jeonghan agrees, his eyes gleaming in the moonlight. "It would."
The implication of his words hits you like a physical blow. Your breath catches, your mind racing through everything you know about him, everything you've seen, the way he seems to move through the world like something other. Like something more.
He's grinning now, watching the realization dawn across your face, and then he's kissing you again, harder this time, more possessive, like he's claiming you. Like he knows exactly what he's revealed and doesn't care. When he pulls back, his lips are still close enough that you can feel his breath against your mouth.
"You thought it yourself earlier, didn’t you?" he murmurs, teeth catching your bottom lip sharply. "I'm a wolf in fools' clothing."
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You were living out your dream working in an ideal company with great colleagues and friends, except one. Yoon Jeonghan has been your nemesis from the moment the both of you stepped into this company. Sometimes you wonder if you’re living your dream or stuck in a nightmare.
Wordcount: 15k
Warnings: lots of snarky, petty dialogue; jealous jeonghan; jealous reader; vaginal fingering; oral f. receiving; vaginal penetration (protected & unprotected); some shoving of panties in mouths; lots and lots of praising; tie being used as a gag/leash; spanking; cumshot; pussy slapping
Requested: yes, by @shuahasmyheartffs
P.S - Italic is for thoughts mainly from the characters’ perspective and quotes. Bold is for text messages/calls/voice messages between characters
After you graduated college, you were hoping to join the company of your dreams. You worked so hard for so many years and you were even able to do a summer internship at this company during your college years.
At the time, the team lead of the marketing department really took you in and expressed how they would love for you to contact them after you graduated to see if they had any openings for you to join them.
This had been your proudest moment, up until the day you actually joined the company. By then, the former team lead of the marketing department had moved up but you know they still helped in the hiring process to make sure you secured the position available. He had also told you at the time that in the worst case scenario, you could start in the advertising department since they had an opening and move to the marketing department once you had the chance.
However, to your delight this wasn’t necessary. You passed all your tests and interviews and they loved your portfolio even if it was a short one since you had just graduated.
You joined the team and started to get to know your colleagues. Everyone was amazing. Some had been in the company longer and others had recently joined like you but you got along with all of them amazingly well. You had always been a people person so this didn’t really surprise you. You also found out very early on that you would need to work closely with the advertising team so you should start getting to know them as well.
One of the senior members of the team - Soonyoung - (or as he preferred to be called: Hoshi) had warned you early on that the members of the advertising team were tough but you shouldn't have any problems with them at all. ‘Unless something horrible happened like the new person that would join would be the devil’ he had said and laughed. You laughed along with him. You would be just fine.
You both shouldn’t have laughed because indeed, the new person that joined that team was the devil. And, since the day you met him and he completely destroyed all of your ideas in an interdepartmental meeting, you vouched to destroy everything he loved. Okay, maybe not that. But, definitely destroy all of his ideas and make sure everyone knew what a gigantic asshole he was.
And here you are, five years later. Still hating each other and still making sure everyone knew. Always trying to one up each other and get the last say in everything.
The only difference now is that you both are department team leads. You both got promoted at around the same time. Except you got promoted one day sooner and you would never let him live it down.
Today was a very important day for you. The company had just gotten a very big account, and your team was in charge of the marketing strategies for this account. Of course, all marketing strategies and efforts need to be hand in hand with the advertising team, and this usually meant an interdepartmental meeting and your nemesis shooting down every single idea your team proposes.
You were hoping that for this big account, he would be a bit less of an asshole. You were wrong. Every idea proposed by your team was shot down.
‘Not enough budget. Too expensive to recruit developers and add those features. Just overall doesn’t make sense for their line of business’.
He found every excuse in the book. You had decided then, you weren’t going to give up until he was gone from this company. Or at least from this branch. You needed him out of your life before you committed murder.
You just didn’t get it. Their team was tough and you knew that, but to everyone else he was just so nice and available and open to new ideas. However, anything coming from your team, with your stamp of approval was immediately a target for him.
“If looks could kill, he sure would be dead as fuck wouldn’t he?” Hoshi asked you.
You were eating at the company’s cafeteria and you might have been chewing a little too hard and staring at the back of his head plotting ways to get rid of him.
“He’s just such a fucking asshole. And for what? What does he gain with this? Endless meetings with us until one of us breaks? It won’t be me this time. Absolutely not. He better be ready for a fucking fight” you told Hoshi and the rest of your team as they sat down.
“Your hate for each other is tearing both our teams apart” Sunny said mercilessly and you looked around the table. Everyone nodded in agreement.
“How is this my fault? He started this 5 years ago. Started hating on every word that left my mouth for no fucking reason. What am I supposed to do? He did it again today! And I just took it without saying a word. How are you guys blaming me for this?” you asked as you looked around the table.
“You could just be the bigger person? I’m sure if you stop acknowledging everything, he’ll give up” Hoshi said.
“Let’s not blame, Y/N. She has tried to calm things down between them. He just keeps adding fuel to the fire. He’s clearly doing it on purpose” Seokmin had told everyone.
“See? Not my fault. I’ve tried. He will just keep doing this until one of us quits or moves to a different branch. It won’t be me though, don’t you worry” you said as you continued to angrily eat your lunch.
“But he is so hot, though. You should just fuck him. I bet that will calm him down” Clara, the remaining member of your team, spoke up.
“He is the devil. I would rather die than fuck him” you answered without hesitation.
“Oh come on. I can’t believe you haven’t thought about it. Look at him. EVERYONE wants to fuck him. Every human at this company has tried and failed. Except one. Lucky bitch from IT” Clara added.
“I can’t believe Hana bagged him. He had to be drunk. He does not fuck around from what I heard. Not his thing at all. He’s apparently a hopeless romantic waiting to find the one. Very unfortunate for most of us” Sunny added.
“Guys, I will vomit. Please, stop talking about the devil that haunts my nightmares that way. And also, no gossiping, come on. Hana gets enough attention” you told everyone on your team.
“Hey, Y/L/N. You’ve really been off your game since your promotion but today was definitely a new low for you”
You knew who was by your table talking shit. Bold of him to do so while you were holding a knife. Hoshi took the knife from your hand and you stared at him.
“What? We like you as our team lead, we can’t lose you to a crime of passion” he told you and Jeonghan laughed.
“Crime of passion, Y/L/N? Have you been harboring a crush for me? I’m flattered” Jeonghan spoke again.
“The only time your name and crush exist in the same thought inside my brain is when I fantasize about crushing all your hopes and dreams before the day I die, Yoon” you said as you started to angrily clean up your tray.
You couldn’t even eat at peace here. It wasn't enough for him to torture you during meetings. He always found a way to find you around the building and push your buttons beyond explanation.
“So you are fantasizing about me. Wow. Very forward, Y/L/N” he said and smirked.
“Hmm… Is that what you desperately want, Yoon? Me, fantasizing about you? Alone, in my bedroom, just thinking about you?” you said as you got up and got ridiculously close to him. You could’ve swore you saw a flash of surprise in his eyes and that he gulped at your statement.
“Pretty fucking pathetic, Yoon. And also, never, in your wildest fucking dreams but you are more than welcome to stay delusional” you said as you backed away.
You picked up your tray and finally left.
“You could stop being such an asshole to her. To our team, I mean” Seokmin said to Jeonghan after you left.
“Be better at your jobs and I won’t have to be” Jeonghan told your team and left as well.
“I should’ve let her have the knife” Hoshi said after he left.
“I’m telling you, they need to fuck. Everything will calm down once they get it out of their system” Clara said and everyone groaned.
You got to your office and you needed to calm down. You just didn’t get it. Why couldn’t he just leave you alone. It’s one thing to professionally disagree with someone because you have valid and rational reasons to. But it’s a completely different story to target one person and shoot all their ideas down. Valid or not. This no longer feels like just a professional rivalry, it feels personal as well.
Maybe your team was right. Except Clara. She was fucking wrong. Sure, when he first joined you thought he had been the most beautiful human you had ever seen in your entire life, but as soon as he started speaking up and hating on you, that notion was long gone. He wasn’t hot enough for you to ever forgive him. ‘Right?’ you asked yourself and immediately shot that down ‘Yeah. You hate him. Absolutely never going to happen’.
Clara was wrong. Maybe everyone else was right about you being the bigger person. Maybe if you stopped talking back to him in and out of meetings, he would give up and move on to a different target.
As you were contemplating your next move and if you were strong enough to be the bigger person, there was a knock at your office door.
“Come in” you had said after sitting down on your office chair.
“Hey, sorry. Do you have a minute?”
Seungcheol. Jeonghan’s partner in crime. He was a very tough cookie but you had always gotten along with him. He was reasonable and knew to acknowledge when your team was right and they were wrong.
“Go ahead. Be quick, please. Thanks to your team lead I will be spending the rest of the afternoon in brainstorming sessions since nothing is good enough for that prick” you said as you rubbed your temples.
A migraine. Of course. Because this day hasn’t sucked hard enough.
“About that… Maybe hold off on the brainstorming. I quite liked some of your team's ideas and I believe they are well within the client’s budget and needs. I’ll be talking to Jeonghan this afternoon to show him he’s wrong” he told you after he sat down across from you.
You raised your eyebrow.
“Why?”
“What do you mean ‘why’, Y/N? I told you. Your team’s ideas were good. So I wanted you to know that so you can pass that on to the team. I also want you to understand we are not your enemies. I mean our departments are supposed to work together but it somehow seems we keep diverging more and more every day” he sighed.
“And whose fault is that?” you asked.
“I know he has been insufferable lately. But you have to admit, you do enjoy riling him up too. You’ve also made your share of bad decisions and comments because of your rivalry”
“It seems both our teams are suffering” you added to his comment.
You get it. The both of you probably have been ruining a perfectly good job and work environment for both your teams. You wanted it to end. You just didn’t know how to do that. Every time you wanted to try, he would make an absolutely ridiculous comment and you just couldn’t help yourself. You had to answer. He couldn’t win.
“I’ve tried, Seungcheol. You know I have. Even today, at the meeting, I could’ve answered him but I chose not to. It doesn’t matter. Answering, not answering. If I don’t engage with his comments during a meeting, he will find me somehow around this building and make sure to torture me. I don’t know what he wants from me” you said sincerely and he laughed. He laughed loudly. You were more and more confused by the minute.
“Really, Y/N? You really don’t know?” he asked, still laughing.
“I don’t have a crystal ball, Seungcheol. If I did something that offended him when we both started working here, I’m sorry, but I have no fucking clue what that is and it’s been five years. Whatever it was, he should’ve let it go a long time ago” you answered him and he seemed to understand. ‘You really didn’t know’ he thought to himself.
“Well, either way it’s not up to me to bring it up. I just want peace. Both of our teams need peace. So maybe keep that in mind next time you want to answer one of his snarky comments, just saying” he told you as he got up to leave.
“Thank you, Seungcheol. You should’ve been the one promoted, not him” you added before he was out of your office.
“We both know that’s not true. He may be an asshole, but he’s brilliant” he said and left your office.
At least this time, Seungcheol came to deliver good news.
After he left your office, you had a call with your team and explained there wouldn’t be any brainstorming sessions for this account until you hear the advertising team's final verdict on the previous meeting. Everyone was relieved, maybe this would be the beginning of the end of this war.
You got home absolutely exhausted. Mentally and physically. You didn’t want to cook or clean or do anything. You got a bath ready and decided you were going to order food. Fuck it. You deserved it after this shitshow of a day.
After your bath and dinner, you just wanted to rest. You went to the couch and turned on ‘New Girl’. You needed something silly to make your soul a little happier today. You had suffered enough. Or so you thought.
Your phone dinged, signaling a text message and you had a bad feeling before you even looked down at the phone on your coffee table. You picked up your phone from the coffee table and of course. It was a text message from ‘The Devil’. Why couldn’t he leave you alone, even after work?!
“You must be really proud about today. Talking to Seungcheol behind my back. I’m not going back on any of my decisions so good luck”
You couldn’t believe your eyes. Is this man serious? This is exactly why you can’t stop responding to his shit. He always manages to piss you off beyond reason. Beyond any restraint possible.
“You got it all wrong. Seungcheol came to me. Apparently, you are unreasonable and wrong. None of that is my fault. And, I will win as usual because you are wrong. As usual” you replied.
This would be your only reply of the night. That’s it. Whatever he says next, you will not engage. You can’t. You need to think about both of your teams and you have to stop being selfish and stop this war.
“I’ll take this up the chain if I have to. My team shouldn’t pay for your team’s incompetence” he added.
And there goes all your restraint. You can take a lot of insults from him but you won’t let him step all over your team.
“My team is far more competent than you. That’s the reason I got promoted first. The only reason you got promoted after me was the fact that your boss can’t stand having a woman in charge of a team and he knew you would be his best bet at having me leave this branch or quit. Now stop texting me outside of work and delete my phone number. I did not give you this number and don’t want you to have it. Thank you.”
That wasn’t too bad. You replied and defended your team but you didn’t add fuel to the fire. It short and concise and to the point and you fucking hope he listens and stops contacting you.
And he did, at least for tonight, he stopped replying. You never found out how he got your personal phone number but ever since he did, he loved texting you once in a while to make sure you weren’t happy outside of work. Apparently, he wanted you to feel miserable all around. He always had some additional comment he forgot to add during work hours and wanted to make sure you were going to bed thinking about it.
You hated him. You never liked saying you hated anyone. It’s such a strong feeling but you were pretty fucking sure this was pure hatred.
He ruined your day at work, and now he had ruined your night of rest and sitcom binging at home. You were so pissed you decided to go to bed and hope tomorrow is a better day.
Except it wasn’t. It wasn’t a better day at all. Jeonghan kept his promise. As soon as he got to work, he went to his boss to make sure his decisions were final. Your boss then started to get involved and for the rest of the week it had been constant meetings and battles regarding this one account. Not only that, but Jeonghan had even been worse this whole week to you and your team. He was on a brand new level of assholeness. You just wanted the week to end. You wanted Friday to come so you could go to the company quarter party and get hammered.
Finally, on Friday, they had come to an agreement that one of the ideas from your team was going to go forward but your team would need to come up with new ones as the other options were vetoed. You didn’t know what to feel. It still felt like a loss and the more he smirked, the worse you felt. You couldn’t not say anything so when your boss asked for agreement on your side, you were very clear on your response.
“We will do it. However, you should know these two people across from us will be the reason we might lose this account and multiple ones in the future” you told your boss and as you turned to Jeonghan’s boss, you continued.
“You can put that on the record and give me a disciplinary warning. I will not stay silent while my team’s work keeps being put in question by people far dumber than any of us simply because the team lead is a woman. You should both be ashamed of the decisions you have made professionally based on your personal hate of me” you finished.
Jeonghan wasn’t smirking anymore. He was staring at the ground like a child that had just been disciplined by their mother or a teacher. You felt proud. You left and went straight to your office. You knew there would be consequences to your words but you can’t deal with this anymore. You are reaching a boiling point with that man and his sexist boss.
You were pacing around your office trying to calm yourself down. This day was almost over. You were going to enjoy tonight. You wouldn’t let them win and ruin everything. You were going to have a great time with your team and no one was going to stop that from happening. You started to smile thinking about the goofballs in your team and how you were going to have an amazing time when there was a knock at your door. ‘Here we go’ you thought. Your boss was about to rip you a new one.
“Come in”
You couldn’t believe your eyes. Jeonghan walked through your office door and you both just stared at each other silently. You didn’t know why he was here but you didn’t care.
“Get out” you said as you walked around your desk to your chair.
“I know things haven’t been ideal but I just wanted to say I don’t hate you. I never have” he said and you laughed while you sat down.
“Well, I hate you, Yoon Jeonghan. Always have. From the very first day you decided to start testing me. Now that that’s settled, please, get out of my office” you said and started packing up your things for the day.
“Hate is a strong word, Y/N”
“Indeed. And you have no idea how much I dislike that word. How much I dislike using it. But, you did that. Congrats. You broke me and managed to make me hate you. Hope it was worth it” you said as you started to walk out of your office.
But just before you left, you had one more thing to add.
“It’s sad really. If you weren’t this way, I truly believe we could’ve made a great team” you told him and then left.
After you got home, you started getting ready for the company’s quarter party and you decided you weren’t going to let this stop you or your team from continuing to do a great job.
Tonight would be sort of a team building exercise for the five of you. The company liked throwing these parties every quarter and it reminded you a bit of the Dundies in The Office. They also gave silly awards but instead of a trophy, you got a fridge magnet and a chance to donate $25 to a charity of your choosing. It was pretty cool.
Besides, the company usually rented the same hotel ballroom and had an open bar and a DJ after the awards. Everything was free and it truly helped employees unwind and relax after each quarter. You were proud to be a part of this.
You usually don’t choose to drink too much at these parties since word gets around pretty fast of any embarrassing moments that may have happened after most people had left. Tonight would be different though. You and your team deserved to get hammered and dance until they kicked you out of the hotel.
Once you told your team that, they couldn’t be happier. It’s like they had forgotten everything that has happened in the last few weeks. You were thankful for that. You wanted to feel that way too.
You and Clara took an Uber to the party together and Hoshi, Seokmin and Sunny also did the same. None of you ever wanted to arrive first and be alone at these parties so you usually split up into groups and went together.
The trio arrived first at the party, went to the table marked for your team and moved over to the bar immediately.
When you and Clara got there, you noticed them at the bar and decided to join them before going to your table and setting your belongings down.
“Starting early, are we?” you asked and laughed along with Clara.
“Hey! It’s the boss! And duh, of course, you said to go wild tonight so we need to start early” Seokmin told you as he sipped his cider.
“Besides, once you see who is the other team sharing the table with us, you’re going to wish you had started drinking earlier, Y/N” Hoshi added and their little trio started laughing. Of course you had to share a table with him. But you won’t let him get to you. Not tonight. You turned to the bartender.
“Whiskey & Coke please, no ice. Thank you”
“Oof, you really meant to go wild. Starting pretty strong, Y/N. Careful or you might do something stupid tonight” Sunny said with a teasing tone and you all laughed together.
After you all had your drinks, you started to move towards the table so you could sit down and hang out as a team. You wanted to take advantage of the fact that the advertising team hadn’t arrived yet.
“Okay so about that ‘doing something stupid tonight’” Clara started to add to Sunny’s previous remarks.
Hoshi and Seokmin started shaking their heads disapprovingly before she even continued her sentence.
“You should fuck Jackson from the IT department, Y/N” Sunny said and everyone whipped around to look at her. Usually, Clara is your problem child. No one quite knew how to react to what she just said.
“What? Don’t look at me like that. You know he wants to fuck you come on. Also, I heard from Cass in HR that he also has a huge--”
“Sunny!” you stopped her before she had a chance to finish her sentence. You and our team couldn’t stop laughing. Who knew Sunny had it in her. You really have to watch out for the quiet ones. They will always surprise you.
“Oh come on, Sunny. If Y/N is fucking anyone with a big cock tonight she might as well hate fuck Jeonghan” Clara added and you just gulped down your drink. She wasn’t going to give up on this idea, It was going to be a long night.
“And how do you know that for a fact? Just because Hana said it, doesn’t mean it’s true” Hoshi started adding fuel to the fire.
“Why would Hana lie about that? And why the fuck would she follow Jeonghan around like a lost puppy if he hadn’t been amazing like she keeps advertising? She was not lying and you should find out for yourself, Y/N” Clara answered.
Everyone looked at you.
“What? I’m not even gonna dignify that with a response” you said and Clara laughed.
“Hmm… Sounds like maybe you’re interested in finding out… Or are you just jealous that Hana got to him first?” Clara asked and they all started laughing and agreeing with her. You loved them all but sometimes you wanted to kill them.
“Sounds like she is both jealous and interested in finding out” someone whispered in your ear from behind you.
All your team members stopped laughing and went silent. They knew better than to laugh at what Jeonghan just said, no matter how funny it was. Jeonghan walked around from behind you with Seungcheol and they both sat down across from your team at the table.
“I already told you, Yoon. No matter how many times you dream about it, it’s never going to happen” you said and started getting up to get another drink. You need a lot more alcohol to get through tonight.
“We’ll see” he said as you were walking away.
There will be no more peace tonight at that table. And you know once your team gets enough drinks in them, it’s going to get even messier. Funny thing is both your teams get along great with each other. You and Jeonghan seem to be the only ones ruining all the fun.
When you got to the bar, you decided to just get a coke. Dinner was to come, followed by the awards and there will be a lot of wine. You need to pace yourself. You don’t want to end up completely drunk. Definitely not at that table.
Surprisingly, dinner went over smoothly. Everyone was talking and having fun with each other. Clara kept throwing in some comments about you and Jeonghan and everyone seemed to enjoy it so all you did in those moments was roll your eyes. The only two people not interacting with each other were you and Jeonghan.
The awards started and it was always quite fun. People gave great speeches and they roasted themselves and their colleagues and bosses. You always had a blast. You had won a few of these before but not recently so you were surprised when you were called in to receive the ‘Warrior of the Branch’ award. ‘Clever’ you thought to yourself.
You went over to get handed your fridge magnet by your boss and she winked at you as she handed it to you.
“Well, I would say this is a surprise but it isn’t. Even today I got a disciplinary warning for defending myself and my team so it makes sense. There’s only one person I need to thank for this because he is the reason I wake up every morning, look in the mirror and tell myself all the reasons why I shouldn’t commit murder that day. I gotta tell you, most days I don’t care about those reasons and so thank you Hoshi, for taking the knife out of my hands, forcibly” you paused as everyone laughed with you.
“So, thank you Jeonghan. I never thought any good would come from hating you, but I’m sure the charity I choose tonight will think otherwise” you ended your speech. Everyone clapped and you started heading back to your seat. You noticed Jeonghan was no longer at your table. Were you too harsh?
“You could cut him some slack, Y/N” Wonwoo from Jeonghan’s team spoke up and everyone went silent.
“He doesn’t cut me any slack, why should I cut him some?” you asked in response and left the table.
You didn’t know where Jeonghan went and you didn’t know if he left the table because of your speech but how is this fair? You always get treated like the bad guy when he is the one that started all of this. He is the one that tortures you on a daily basis. But somehow, whenever he gets upset, it all gets turned around on you.
You needed to hide for now. You wanted to be alone. You were sick of all of this. To be honest, you don’t know how much more you can take before you transfer branches or even quit altogether.
You went to the usual place in this hotel you go to hide whenever you start to feel overwhelmed at these parties. There was a small room on the side of the ballroom that was also rented out to your company. It was used to store all the awards and company belongings before the awards started and your boss has always given you the key to the room after they’ve emptied it out. She knew you often need time and space to yourself away from everyone. She was one of the reasons you haven’t given up on this job just yet.
You unlocked the room and walked through the door. You didn’t turn the lights on, no need. You locked the door behind you and moved to the window. It was a beautiful, huge window that had a nice sofa in front of it. You loved sitting there and staring outside in silence. This window was facing the garden that surrounded the back portion of the hotel and you loved to sit there and just look at the trees in peace.
“No fair. I thought I was the only one that had the key to this room after they were done using it” Jeonghan spoke up from across the room. He was sitting in a lounge chair and the moonlight was allowing you to see his face. He looked upset.
“It appears life isn’t fair for either of us. I love being alone here, yet here you are” you said and turned back to the window.
For a while there was only silence. All you could hear in this room was both of you breathing. You were staring out the window. He was staring at you. You were sure of it. You could feel his eyes on you. It wasn’t uncomfortable. You just never knew what he wanted and you were too tired to try to figure it out at this moment.
“I really can’t stand hearing you say you hate me, you know that?” he asked you.
You turned to look at him again and scoffed.
“How is that my problem? You did this to yourself” you said and turned back to the window.
You really hoped this was it. That he wasn’t going to talk to you anymore. You didn’t mind sharing this space in silence.
“Why do you always have to answer me with such disdain? I understand I’ve been hard on you and your team but you’re taking this a bit too far don’t you think?” he asked you as he got up from his chair and started to walk over to you.
And here it was. The reason why you could never keep quiet and not answer him. He always seemed to be completely detached from reality. He’s the one torturing you, yet he thinks he’s the victim. Typical.
“You’ve been hard on me and my team?? You’ve been a nightmare, Jeonghan. At work and outside of it. You actively seek me out to torture me whenever you get the chance but somehow I’m to blame?” you got up from the sofa and started raising your voice at him. You two were standing a little too close to each other.
“You’ve spent years trying to destroy everything I’m trying to build for myself, for no apparent reason and you act surprised when you hear me say that I hate you? How can I not? You’ve pushed me this far, it’s your fault and I’ll keep saying it no matter how upset you pretend to be: I hate--”
He kissed you. You couldn't finish your sentence. He kissed you hard. He grabbed you by the neck with one hand and held your body close to his with the other and he kept kissing you. And you let him.
Not only did you let him kiss you but you kissed him back just as hard. Your hands were on the collar of his shirt and you were both just a tangled mess. Trying to devour each other. All the anger you both had accumulated over the years led up to this moment. Neither of you could think. Neither of you could stop.
He started walking you back to the sofa you had just been sitting on, and once you reached it, he started lowering you down on it. He was on top of you, kissing you and you couldn’t help but to place your legs around his waist and pull him closer. When you both started to moan into each others’ mouths, he pulled away from you.
“Tell me to stop. Tell me you don’t want this and I’ll leave right now. We’ll pretend this never happened” he told you sincerely.
You could tell he meant it. He was giving you a chance to back out of this. To stop this before you crossed the ultimate line with him. And as hard as it was to admit, you didn’t want him to stop.
You couldn’t remember the last time anyone kissed you and touched you like this. Now that you think about it, you don’t think anyone has kissed you and touched you this way before. Full of passion and lust.
“Don’t stop” you answered him.
He silently nodded and lowered himself to kiss you again. He started moving his hands down your body. Touching you everywhere. As if he was trying to memorize the shape of you in case this was just a dream or in case he would never get the chance to touch you like this again. He moved down and started to kiss down your neck, moving to your cleavage next as one of his hands was moving towards your clothed pussy.
“Fuck, you’re so wet. You’re gonna kill me one of these days, I swear, angel” he said once his hand reached your panties and he started massaging your clit over your now ruined underwear.
He was right, you were dripping. You wanted this so bad. You wanted him. Especially now that he was saying all the right things. He pulled away from you and moved down your body.
“I really wish I could take my fucking time with you but you had to let me fuck you for the first time here” Jeonghan said disapprovingly and you sighed.
He lowered his face to your pussy and started to leave open mouthed kisses to your clothed core. He was driving you insane. You started to moan. You needed him to stop taking his time.
“Fuck, angel… You’re a loud one, aren’t you? I should’ve known from your smart mouth. Let’s find a way to keep you quiet, hmm?” he said as he started to take your panties off.
“Be a good girl and open up, angel” he told you after taking your panties off and tapping your lips twice with his fingers.
Fuck, why did you love being praised so much? And how the fuck did he know this was exactly the way you like it? It doesn’t matter. You did what he asked and opened your mouth. He pushed your panties into your mouth and whispered ‘good girl’ to you while he pulled back to move back down to your pussy.
He collected your juices on his fingers and started to suck them while looking into your eyes. You moaned into your panties and your breathing was starting to get erratic. He gave you a short laugh and moved down to latch on to your clit. He started sucking on it aggressively while his fingers moved around your hole. Just teasing you. He was going to be the death of you.
You wiggled your hips and he laughed again. He wanted to take his time with you but the loudness in the room next to you reminded him that he needed to hurry if he wanted to be inside of you tonight. So he gave in to what both of you desperately wanted. He started eating you out like it was his last day on earth. His mouth was on your clit and two of his fingers finally got inside of you.
He set a fast pace from the start and you could tell he was responding and adjusting his movements every time you moaned a little too loud. He wanted to understand what could make you cum the fastest. He wanted to learn what made you more and more desperate and he quickly found the answers he was looking for.
His fingers found your g-spot and he kept making sure he hit it every single time. Same thing for his tongue and mouth on your clit. As soon as he found the rhythm that made you scream into your panties, he kept at it.
He wanted to make you feel pleasure like you never had before and he was going to make sure this wasn’t going to be a one time thing. He was going to find out everything about you and your body and guarantee you would want him back in your arms after tonight.
After just a few moments of hitting the right spots and keeping at the right pace, you started getting louder and louder and he wished he could hear you more clearly. You were so close. No one had ever made you cum this fast in your life and you didn’t want to fight it or hold back. One of your hands went to your tits to massage them and the other went to his hair. He started to moan into your pussy and once his free hand grabbed your thigh so fucking hard it could leave bruises behind, you finally came into his mouth.
You were loud when you came. Jeonghan started looking towards the door to make sure no one heard you too. He was begging inside his head for you two to not be interrupted now. Not now, that he was so close to getting inside of you.
Once he realized no one heard you two and now that you were coming down from your high, he reached into his jacket pocket and took out his wallet. He threw his jacket on the floor, unzipped his pants and started to lower them and his boxers to his knees.
You finally opened your eyes after your high and looked at Jeonghan. He was getting a condom out of his wallet and you could see his half naked bottom half now.
Hana had not been lying. He was big. Almost too big. You didn’t know how he was going to fit inside of you, but fuck it if you weren’t going to try your best. He caught you staring and he started smirking.
“It’s gonna fit. You’re a good little angel so you’re gonna take me in just right, don’t worry” he told you as he rolled down the condom onto his cock.
Fuck, you could’ve cum right there on the spot after what he said. All you could do was nod and he smiled at you.
He lowered himself on top of you and he started guiding is cock into your hole. You were so wet, there was no resistance. He started to slowly rock into you and pushed more and more of his cock into you. After his third big stroke, he finally pushed all the way into you and bottomed out. You moaned so loudly into your panties. You had never felt anything like this before. You were so fucking full. You couldn’t stop clenching around him. And he was already just as wrecked as you. You could tell by the way he moaned into your neck.
After a few moments, you were ready. You needed him to move, so you moved your hips a bit to signal him.
“Not yet, angel. Please, you have to stop squeezing me like that or I’ll be very embarrassed very soon and this is definitely not the way I want this to end” he told you and you smiled. You did your best to stop squeezing his cock and you began touching his hair as you wrapped yourself even more around him.
Once he was ready, he finally started to move. He pulled back a bit from you and held your hips in place as he pushed into you with long and hard strokes. He again made sure to find your g-spot as soon as he could and once he did, he sped up his movements. He began the abuse on your g-spot. Fast and hard. He was gonna make you cum like this and so quickly again.
You were holding each other as his pace got faster and harder and you kept your eyes locked in on each other. He kept cussing and whispering praises as you both got closer and closer.
Once he started to feel you squeezing him more and more, he knew you were close and he knew he was right behind you. He bit his lips to lower the volume of his moans and you kept moaning into your panties just as loud as you did before. One of his hands moved from your hips to rub your clit and just that touch sent you over the edge again. As you squeezed him, he came into the condom and moaned into your ear.
After you both came down from your highs, you took your panties out of your mouth and you both just laid there with each other in complete silence as your breaths evened out. All you could hear was the noise from the other room where the award portion of the night seemed to have stopped and the DJ set had started.
He raised his head from your neck, looked into your eyes and kissed you. Not as hard as he had when this all began. It was soft, almost gentle. You could tell he wanted to cherish this moment which you both knew might never happen again. Little did he know, you also wanted to cherish this just as much.
After that kiss, he got up, threw the condom away and got dressed. You cleaned yourself up with some tissue paper that was on the desk and tried to look presentable again. As you took your panties to put them on, he stopped you.
“I’m keeping them, angel” he said as he took the panties from your hand and put them in his jacket pocket. You don’t know why but you didn’t protest. You let him take them.
“I’ll leave first. Make sure to wait a bit, just in case” he told you and you laughed.
“Even if I went out there with you, there would be no way anyone would think we just snuck out to fuck” you told him and he nodded with a smile on his face.
You waited for about 20 minutes after he left to go back into the ballroom where everyone was now getting hammered and dancing like it was their last night on earth.
You needed a drink. Or several. ‘What the fuck just happened?’ you asked yourself. You just fucked someone you have been hating for five years. Maybe hate was a strong word after all.
“You’re back! Where the fuck were you?” an already drunk Hoshi asked you.
“Sorry, was pissed off but then I remembered I made you guys a promise so I came back” you told him and he smiled.
“Catch up then. You are several drinks behind and Clara has been asking for her dancing twin” Hoshi added before he started to dance away from you and back to the dancefloor. If you were going to live up to Clara’s loving nickname, you would need to catch up indeed. There is no way you were about to make a fool out of yourself in front of your colleagues sober.
The rest of the night went as expected. Everyone on your team got way too drunk and you ended up just a bit buzzed and babysitting them all. It was okay though. They needed this more than you at this point and that was very clear. At the end of the night, you practically had to drag them all into their Ubers. You got help from Seungcheol and Jeonghan who were also very drunk but trying to be as helpful as possible.
The weekend went by fast. And next thing you know it’s Monday again. You were nervous going into work for the first time in years. You didn’t know what to expect from Jeonghan. Would he ignore you? Would the usual behavior stop? Would he tell everyone and embarrass you? You had no idea. You didn’t think he was that cruel but you never knew what was going on inside his head. He was always so hard to read and in this situation it might bite you in the ass.
To your surprise, the next two weeks passed by without any incidents. Jeonghan had apologized to you in front of both of your teams and told everyone he would be more patient and cooperative in finding solutions that worked for everyone. At first, everyone was shocked and a bit suspicious at the whole situation. They were all asking you what happened and what changed and you didn’t know what to say. You told them about what you had said to your boss and to his boss in the last meeting you four had had and they all agreed he probably saw the error of his ways then.
You knew better. You knew what had happened between the two of you after that meeting. You want to know if that’s what made him change but you haven’t had the opportunity to ask him yet. And, you were also nervous to ask him.
Now that your teams were closer, you actually started to have lunch together at the company’s cafeteria. It was weird at first. But now everyone is over that initial weirdness and you actually enjoy having lunch with all of them. Jeonghan’s team is funny. You already knew Seungcheol and Wonwoo well, but now you got to know Silvia and Joshua more. They were absolute sweethearts and you felt bad you hadn’t gotten to know them better earlier.
Jeonghan had never brought it up with you. Whatever happened between the two of you. You would never admit it to him but you were disappointed. You were hoping this wasn’t going to be a one time thing. Especially now that he has become a great colleague and partner at work. You see him in a whole different light now and you wished he felt the same way. But you were stubborn. You were definitely not going to tell him.
Today, during lunch time, Clara decided to be Clara and show her true colors for the first time in front of Jeonghan and his team.
“Hey, Y/N, did you ever fuck, Jackson at the quarter party? There was some suggestion of that and you did disappear for a while…” she said and everyone whipped their heads to look at her.
Jeonghan’s team was shocked and staring at Clara. Jeonghan however, was staring at you and you alone. He looked angry.
“Clara, please stop being yourself in front of the other team. They don’t know you’re clinically insane” you said as you scolded her.
“What? It was a fair question. He has always wanted to get into your pants and he’s hot. If you haven’t already, you should go for it” she added and Hoshi laughed.
“Clara how can you know so much around the office but not know the reason why Jackson wanted to bone Y/N” Hoshi said and you groaned and made a disgusted face.
“Even I know there was a bet within the IT team to fuck Y/N” Sunny added and Clara looked disgusted.
“Okay. I was wrong. Never listen to me again, Y/N” she said and you laughed.
“It’s funny that you think I would ever listen to you when it comes to people I would fuck” you said and they all laughed. Except Jeonghan. He was not amused by this conversation at all and he seemed to get in a worse mood when Jackson decided to walk up to your tables.
“It’s so nice to see my favorite teams finally together. What a happy ending for everyone” Jackson said and everyone greeted him and nodded in agreement. He then turned to you and you could swear you felt Jeonghan move his chair closer to yours.
“Hey, Y/N. I have tickets for the premiere of the movie you mentioned you wanted to see a while back and wanted to ask if you would like to join me Thursday night?” Jackson asked and everyone went silent. You could cut the tension with a knife.
“No, thanks, Jackson. But have a great time, I heard the movie is amazing” you said politely as you began clearing your tray and got up to leave. Jackson and both teams were looking at each other awkwardly before Jackson spoke up.
“That could’ve gone better… Anyway, have a good day guys”
“I don’t get what is so hard about understanding a simple no. He’s heard it so many times from her yet he won’t stop annoying her” Seokmin said as everyone started clearing out.
Everyone left to continue their work day. You were in your office prepping for the interdepartmental meeting later today between your team and Jeonghan. Even if he has been nicer lately, you always want to make sure you leave him no room to say no.
Today, it would be Seokmin presenting his ideas for a new account your company got and it was his first time presenting solo. You needed it to go well so that Seokmin gained the confidence to do this more often. But, because the universe hates you, the presentation did not go well at all. Jeonghan had chosen to be insufferable again and go back to his old ways. He kept vetoing all of Seokmin’s plans left and right with the most ridiculous of reasons and you reached your boiling point when he started interrupting Seokmin before he could explain his reasoning as well.
“What the fuck is wrong with you today? Are you back on your bullshit? If so, I would appreciate it if my team gets the memo next time” you asked Jeonghan and everyone went silent. Here we go again.
“Don’t start with me, Y/N. This wasn’t a good presentation. Most of his ideas are flawed and not reasonable at all for this client. Go back, review and come back to us” Jeonghan told you as he got up to leave.
“You’re forgetting you’re not our boss, Jeonghan. We don’t work for your team. We work with your team. You are the one that needs to go back, review the content and come up with a reasonable and logical explanation on why you want to veto all of this. Have fun” you told him as you signaled to your team to get up and leave with you.
“That’s it? No fight? Just sending me back to review things? Can’t handle me anymore, Y/N? I should’ve known… Last time, you barely handled what I gave you” he said teasingly and you stopped in your tracks. You walked towards Jeonghan and both your teams moved away from the both of you. They knew better than to get involved.
You knew that last comment wasn’t about the last meeting you had and the last time you fought. It was about that night. He was smirking now. You needed to wipe that smirk off his face.
“Oh I handled it perfectly well. In fact, if I remember correctly, I handled it so well that someone was ready to tap out very prematurely… How embarrassing…” you told him and he was no longer smirking. Perfect.
“Are we still talking about work?” Hoshi whispered to Joshua.
“I fucking hope so” Joshua said out loud and it snapped you out of staring at Jeonghan. You started to move towards your team and leave the meeting room.
“Like I said, review and come back to us. With data. No more of this theoretical bullshit or ‘I’ll take this up the chain if I have to’” you said as you mocked him from what he had once told you.
That felt good. Your team started to laugh and cheer on Seokmin after you left the meeting room. Before everyone went back to their desk on the floor, you decided to have a word with Seokmin. You didn’t want him to overthink this.
“Seokmin, can we have a word in my office, please?” you asked him and he nodded and smiled at you. You both walked to your office and sat down on the corner couch you had.
“Don’t take this personally, and don’t you dare think you did a bad job. If your ideas had not been good, I wouldn’t have let you present them. None of the team members would have. He’s probably having a bad day and wanted to take it out on you. Don’t worry about it, yeah?” you asked him and he nodded.
“I just don’t want to disappoint anyone. I know I’m the only one that hasn’t done this by myself and I don’t want to disappoint the team” he said with a sad smile.
“You could never disappoint any of us. Their team will review and we will reach a good compromise. I’m sure most of your plans for this account will come through. Let him get over himself” you said and you both laughed.
“Thank you” he added and you hugged each other.
After Seokmin left your office, you rushed to get your reports done to leave on time. You had an exhausting day and both Jackson and Jeonghan had decided to piss you off today. You needed your bed desperately. Your boss needed the final reports today and you had spent most of your time helping Seokmin prep. You were very late and you didn’t know if you would be able to finish them on time. But, no matter how tired you were, you were too proud to not do your job properly.
You sent your boss a message letting her know you wouldn’t be able to deliver the reports before 6PM but that you would finish them tonight. You also told her since it was poor time management on your side, you would do the overtime without any additional pay needed. Maybe not the smartest decision but it’s your decision to make. Your boss agreed with the promise you wouldn’t stay too late. She was incredible.
6PM came around and everyone had either left the office or was about to and you were jealous. You had a headache and needed a break. You were halfway through and you decided a power nap was needed. ‘This is why you got that couch’ you thought.
You took a 30 minute nap and got back to work. You ordered dinner and ate at your desk while you finished your reports. By 9PM you were done. Finally. You can go home to your shower and bed. You couldn’t wait.
Except the universe was never kind to you and someone was knocking at your office door. You hoped it was the cleaning crew kicking you out so you told them to come in.
“Working late? Thought I was the only one left here” Jeonghan said as he walked into your office and locked the door behind him. He was leaning on your desk with his arms crossed as you started getting your purse and jacket to leave.
“That’s what happens when you’re an asshole. You get to stay late and review your mistakes. Good news is you must have made a lot of extra money with the overtime hours you rack up” you told him and you signaled him to move to the door.
“You’re not leaving yet. Come here” he told you and it surprised you.
You didn’t particularly like being told what to do, and never by him. This time it felt different though. The air felt like it did the night of the party. Since the party he hadn’t tried anything with you at all. You assumed this was never going to happen again. That he got what he wanted and that was it. So why was he standing here now, asking you to move closer to him?
He sighed and uncrossed his arms to place them on your desk.
“Come closer, angel. Don’t fight me, you know you want to be closer to me just as much as I want to be closer to you right now” Jeonghan said and you audibly gulped. Fuck… Why does he have to call you angel and why do you like it so much? You were doomed at this rate.
You took your jacket off and placed it and your purse on the hanger close to the door. You walked towards him until you were close enough to feel his breath on you.
“You’ve been staying away from me since that night. So why now, Jeonghan?” you asked him. You wanted to know what was on his mind. Why he hadn’t tried getting closer to you until today.
“I assumed it was a one time thing. I thought you were gonna regret it and tell me it was a mistake. I didn’t want to hear that. Ignorance is bliss, I guess” he answered and you nodded.
“So why tonight? What made you take the chance of getting turned down?” you asked teasingly.
“I don’t like Jackson. At lunch, that whole scene made me… Angry. After our meeting I had time to think. Your snarky comment about our night together and your brutal rejection of Jackson made it clear for me. If you were going to reject me, you would’ve done it at the party” he told you as he pushed a strand of your hair behind your ear.
“Bold of you to assume that just because I let you fuck me that night, I wouldn’t reject you now”
“Do it then, Y/N. Tell me to fuck off. I will leave and never bother you again”
You stayed silent.
He nodded and began to move away from you. You grabbed his hand to stop him from leaving.
He turned around, stepped closer to you and kissed you. It was just like that first kiss at the party. He was grabbing your neck and your hip and pulling you impossibly close to him and you were pulling him just as close to you.
“The cleaning crew is going to be here soon. Why do you only let me fuck you like this? In a hurry? You’re unfair, angel”
“It’s your fault too. Of all the days and times to come here and fuck me and you chose right now”
“Don’t worry, now that I know you’ll let me keep fucking you, we’ll have plenty of time to make up for it, angel” he said as he moved you both towards your desk.
When you reached your desk, he turned you around so your back was against his chest. He moved your hair out of the way and dove in to kiss your neck. You were already beginning to moan. It had been too long since he fucked you. You should’ve told him you wanted more right after that night. He bent you over your desk and started to rub his clothed hard cock against your ass. He took his tie off and kept rubbing himself on you.
“You can’t be loud again, angel. Not tonight” he told you as he moved his tie to your lips. He was going to gag you with his tie. Fuck, you were already dripping and ruining your panties.
You nodded and he placed the tie between your lips. You felt him tighten the tie around the back of your head. Like a leash. You moaned and he laughed. He loved to see you fall apart like this, with the simplest of actions.
He unbuttoned your pants and pulled all your bottom half clothing down in one swift motion. He spanked you and kept rubbing his hard cock against your bare ass. He held your hip with one hand and moved to rub circles on your clit with the other.
“I love how you're always dripping for me. It makes it hard to believe you when you say you hate me, angel” he said and laughed.
All you could do was moan. He was alternating between rubbing circles on your clit and fingering you. He was spreading your juices everywhere. He wanted to get you as wet as possible but he seemed to be avoiding making you cum right away. Like he wanted to save it. You wiggled your hips. You wanted to cum. He laughed again.
“I’m just getting you ready to take me, angel. You’re cumming on my cock tonight”
After a few minutes of torture, you heard him unzip his pants and move around. You could only assume he was getting naked and getting a condom from the sounds you were hearing.
“You ready, angel?” he asked as he massaged your ass.
You could feel his cock on your ass now. You were too eager but you couldn’t help yourself. You nodded and said a muffled ‘please’. Just like you, he couldn’t wait anymore. It had been too long since the last time this happened. He placed his cock against your hole and started to push in impossibly slow.
He kept doing shallow strokes, pushing a bit more of his cock in each time. You had no idea how he was this patient but you couldn’t wait anymore. On one of his shallow strokes you pushed back hard until he bottomed out and you both moaned loudly. Your moan had been muffled but his was not. Fuck, you didn’t want to get caught like this. He spanked you, hard.
“You wanna get caught, hmm? Bad fucking angel…”
You kept squeezing him and trying to move but he was holding you still.
“Fuck, it had been way too long. Have we learned our lesson, angel? You’re gonna let me fuck you whenever we want from now on, right?” he asked and you nodded immediately. He leaned in to whisper in your ear.
“Good girl. I’m going to go hard now. Better fucking handle it like you said today hmm? If you need me to stop, tap your desk twice with both hands”
You nodded again and before you were done nodding he started to fuck you hard. You were surprised your desk wasn’t moving at all from the force of his strokes. You started to move back and match his pace and you both started panting fast. You knew much like last time, neither of you would last long.
He pulled on the makeshift leash to pull back your head and increased his pace. You were getting so close. You just needed a bit more. He moved his hand from your hip to your clit and started rubbing it furiously. You got louder and louder and kept squeezing him tighter and tighter.
“Is my good angel going to cum on my cock? Do it, I need to feel you cum around me again”
And as soon as he finished his sentence, you came with a cry of his name against the tie. He kept fucking you through your high and you kept squeezing his cock.
He kept whispering ‘fuck’ and ‘good girl’ under his breath. You knew he was getting closer and you started pushing back on him harder and harder. You wanted to push him over the edge. You wanted him to feel the way you feel right now. In perfect bliss. And a few moments later, he came as he leaned over you. He laid his whole body against yours as you both evened out your breaths.
You both got dressed and took turns using the bathroom in your office to clean yourselves. As you were getting ready to leave, you yawned so loud and he laughed at you.
“Don’t you dare make a cocky comment, Jeonghan”
“I won’t but let me take you home, please”
“And let you have my address? You already have my phone number and that’s enough”
He stopped smiling and started to leave as well.
“Hey, I’m joking. That’s what we do, right?” you asked him. You didn’t want him to leave like this.
“Sometimes your words hurt, Y/N. I know I’ve fucked up a lot but I never wanted you to hate me and think this low of me”
“I’m sorry. I’ll be more careful of what I say from now on. Promise. But I don’t want to lose the snarky back and forth between us”
He smiled. He only wished you would have told him you never have hated him as well.
That night you let him give you a ride home. You were too tired to drive. It was nice. During that car ride you found out he has a beautiful singing voice. You also found out a few more things about him during your conversation. He likes legos and has a pet rock. He, Seungcheol and Joshua are like brothers. And, he loves pranks. This last one you could’ve guessed easily.
You also told him about yourself. You love reading and camping. You also like legos and have a few sets built in your office at home. You scare easily and have to deal with your team constantly jump scaring you because it’s hilarious to see you suffer, apparently.
It was a good drive. When you said your goodbyes, he told you he would text you more and you should do the same. He wanted to get to know you and he wanted to meet up in places he could fuck you slowly and have you be as loud as possible. You smacked his arm after this last comment but you agreed. He was a good guy overall and you were interested in continuing this… Whatever this was.
For the next month, you met up with him regularly. Usually after work and at his place. He had bent you over his desk and your desk a few times after a heated argument in a meeting but you tried fucking each other in more private places. He loved hearing you scream his name and you loved having him desperate for you. In this month, he had also found out what a tease you were. You enjoyed riling him up and making him wait before he could fuck you. It was a dangerous game but you both loved it this way.
No one at work seemed to notice anything and you didn’t know if Seungcheol and Joshua knew given how close they were to Jeonghan but if they knew, they had been very discreet about it. Jackson kept trying to ask you out and Hana kept following Jeonghan around like a puppy as usual. You had to say this last part wasn’t your favorite. You knew he wasn’t interested but still. She had fucked him before you. And that pissed you off. Jeonghan knows it too and he loves teasing you about it.
One line you haven’t crossed with Jeonghan yet was having him in your apartment. You didn’t know why but you were trying to avoid having him there. It was your space, you loved living there. You were proud of having been able to buy it all on your own. What if one day this ended terribly and then you were stuck with memories of him around that place? You didn’t want to ever be sad inside of that apartment so you tried keeping him away.
Jeonghan wasn’t dumb though. He knew you were trying to keep him away from your apartment. He tried being understanding but he was getting tired of it. This wasn’t fair. You had been in his apartment multiple times. He had fucked you in almost all available surfaces in his apartment and he wanted to do the same in yours. So he did the most Jeonghan thing possible. He texted you asking if you were free and once you said yes he showed up at your door.
“This is why I didn’t want you to have my address. How did you find out my apartment number?” you asked as you let him in your apartment.
“The same way I got your phone number. A magician never reveals his secrets though” he answered as he took his jacket and shoes off.
You were looking at him moving around your apartment. He was looking at every picture frame, every detail, every room and you just followed him silently through your apartment.
“So this is what you were hiding from me? It’s very you” he said smiling as you both moved towards your bedroom.
“If you knew I was hiding it from you, why would you come here uninvited?” you asked teasingly.
“I don’t like secrets. And you’ve been to my apartment multiple times. It was only fair”
“I should be angry at you, Jeonghan”
You asked him as you moved closer to him.
“But you aren’t angry at all. Isn’t that right, angel?”
You nodded with a pout on your face and he laughed as he moved your hair away from your face. He kissed you and you started unbuttoning his pants. Between kisses, you undressed each other until you were both completely naked. You kissed down his body until you were on your knees in front of him. You grabbed his cock and started to stroke it. He moved both his hands to your hair and intertwined them. Before he could say anything, you started to lick and suck his tip and he moaned.
“Don’t be a tease tonight, angel”
You batted your eyelashes at him innocently but you did what he asked and you started to suck him off just how he liked it. After a month of meeting up, you had gotten pretty good at fitting as much of his cock down your throat as possible. You were both very fucking proud of it.
With your hands, you stroked whatever you couldn’t fit in your mouth and throat and massaged his balls. That always got him so close. You wanted him to cum more than once tonight. You knew he could. You had talked about it before but he had always held off on it. He came here tonight without your permission, so you were going to make him cum at least twice, you had decided. He pulled you off of him by your hair before you could continue your plan and he raised an eyebrow at you.
“What are you playing at, angel?”
“Want to make you feel good, Jeonghan. Isn’t that why we’re doing this?” you answered him in your most innocent voice but you knew he wasn’t buying it. Before he could protest, you kissed him, deeply.
“Wanna ride you” you whispered against his lips and he groaned before moving away from you towards the bed.
You got a condom and threw it on the bed. He was sitting and leaning on the headboard. After he put the condom on, he signaled you to come over to him and you crawled to him. He whispered ‘good girl’ against your lips and kissed you again. You could never get enough of his kisses. He always kissed you with such passion. Like he could lose you at any moment.
You turned your back to him and placed your legs on either side of him. He hummed and placed both hands on your ass cheeks to massage them.
“Reverse tonight? I wanted to see your pretty face, angel”
You hummed and started to rub your pussy up and down on his cock. You knew he would forget all about looking at your face if you just kept pushing him. And you were right. He held your hips and pulled you closer to his cock. He aligned his cock with your hole and you didn’t wait any longer. You started bouncing on his cock without any warning. By now, you were more than used to his size and even if it stung a little bit you wanted to push him tonight. You were going to get what you wanted. You kept up an agonizing pace, bouncing hard and fast and you could hear his pants and grunts getting louder and louder. He placed both hands on your hips and tried to change your pace.
“Slow down, let me enjoy this, angel”
You shook your head no and kept going. His hands tried resisting your movements at first but after a few more bounces he gave up and let you speed up again. You started to touch your clit to get you to cum faster. You knew having you cum on his cock always made him cum as well. You were getting closer and you could tell he was too by the way he was squeezing your ass with both his hands and by the sounds he was making. He calls you angel all the time but he’s the one that sounds like an angel even in the most depraved of moments.
You kept rubbing your clit until you came. He came right after you into the condom with a grunt of your name. After you both started to come down from your highs, you felt good enough to keep going. He was still hard and once he tried moving underneath you, you stopped him by bouncing on his cock again. You started your rhythm back up, merciless and you heard him whine. You had never heard him make that noise before and you needed to hear it again. You weren’t going to stop. He was going to cum inside you again. You were going to make sure of it.
After your initial bounces, he spanked you hard.
“I knew you were up to something. Want to get more of my cum, hmm? One load is not good enough for you angel?” he asked between moans and you kept going. Harder. Faster. And he snapped.
He pushed you off of him and on all fours. He took the condom off, threw it on the ground and slapped your pussy hard. You moaned his name.
“You want another one? Better fucking take it all then”
He pushed his cock into you completely. Your elbows gave out on you and he took the chance to push your head down on the mattress with his hand as he started to fuck you hard.
Usually you would need more to cum, but his dominant aura, the way he pushed you down on the mattress and the way he’s fucking you raw are just enough and you cum again. This time your hands are grabbing the bed sheets desperately and you are whining and moaning. That was fucking intense and Jeonghan didn’t stop.
He kept fucking you hard. His moans and grunts get louder and louder. He pulled out and started stroking his cock with his free hand. After a couple of strokes he came on your back. You could feel rope after rope of cum just painting your back and you couldn’t stop smiling. You both laid there exhausted for a bit before he got up and cleaned you up.
“I’m guessing that’s what you wanted to achieve tonight” he said as he laid next to you on the bed again.
“Hmm… That’s what you get for coming here uninvited”
“If that’s your way of trying to keep me away from here, you’re doing a piss poor job at it, angel” he said and you both laughed.
You didn’t know why, but after that night things felt different. All lines had been crossed between you. Before it had felt like there was a separation between whatever was going on with you and Jeonghan and the rest of your life. But after that night everything felt intertwined. You didn’t know how to feel about it. So you decided maybe some time apart would be best for the two of you.
You didn’t want to tell him this. If there was one thing you had learned about Jeonghan in the time you spent together was that he could be quite sensitive and misinterpret your words. You didn’t want that to happen so you simply replied to him saying you were tired or busy and couldn’t meet up. He seemed to understand. You had successfully avoided him but you hadn’t sorted out your feelings yet. But it didn’t matter. Tonight was your team building monthly dinner and you were going to focus on them only.
You were running late and your team started texting you non-stop. You had to reassure them you were on your way. You were usually never late so you understood where their concerns were coming from.
Your Uber stopped in front of the restaurant and in the rush of getting out of it and joining your team, you ran into a couple getting into the restaurant. You apologized without even getting a proper look at them and start to go into the restaurant but a familiar voice calls you back.
“Y/N? What are you doing here?” Hana said excitedly.
You looked at her and the person next to her and you had to blink a few times to make sure you were actually seeing this. You didn’t say a word. Hana started looking between you and Jeonghan and cleared her throat. You finally looked back at her.
“We're having our team dinner here” you said dryly.
“We would join you but we are on a date! Have a great team dinner and say hi to everyone for us” she said excitedly and all you could do was nod.
The three of you silently walked into the restaurant and you spotted your team right away. You walked over to the table and tried your best to pretend whatever you just saw didn’t bother you. This wasn’t the time or the place. Whatever you felt had to be sorted much later on.
You weren’t at your best during this team dinner and your team could tell. They didn’t say anything because they knew you were trying your best. You still joined your team for bowling and tried having as much fun as possible.
You didn’t know what happened to Jeonghan and Hana. You couldn’t see their table from yours and you didn’t see them leave before you did. You were… Confused. You never established anything. You never said you were exclusive. You never said you were going to date other people but it somehow felt like he had lied to you. He always told you he wasn’t interested in Hana. Why did he lie? And how long had they been dating? Was he fucking you while dating her? You honestly didn’t know if you wanted to find out. You knew it was time to end whatever had been happening between the two of you. You were surprised Jeonghan hadn’t messaged you or tried to contact you at all. But maybe that was for the best.
You weren’t much of a believer in getting signs from the universe, but after not talking to Jeonghan at all for the past week about the restaurant incident, you got what would be considered by many, a sign.
Your boss called you into her office and made you an offer. The branch four hours away from yours had been struggling to find a good team lead and a good manager for their marketing department. While she explained to you, you couldn’t move up to department manager just yet, you would have the opportunity to do so in the future if you joined them now at the team lead level. You both knew your boss wasn’t going to go anywhere any time soon. She was the manager of the marketing department and she had just been promoted when you were. If you wanted to move up to manager soon, your best option would be to accept this offer. However, you wouldn’t accept it without speaking to your team first.
Long story short, your team was pissed. Hoshi yelled at you for the first time in his life and both Clara and Sunny cried. Seokmin seemed to be holding it together pretty well, surprisingly.
“I know this isn’t ideal… But it’s a great opportunity for me. And, it doesn’t mean I’m staying there permanently. I have to try though, you know that” you said as you tried to calm Hoshi down.
“You better not like your team over there more than us” Seokmin said with a sad smile.
“Never. We’re the dream team” you reassured him.
It took you a while but you were able to calm Hoshi down. You promised you would visit as much as possible and offered your place for them to stay when they visit you as well.
One thing you had asked your team and your boss was to not let anyone know you were leaving. You planned on telling everyone on your last day. You have always hated goodbyes. And this one was going to hurt. You met a lot of great people here and you had a lot of adventures and stories you will cherish for the rest of your life, but it was time to move on.
It had been two weeks since you accepted the offer and today was your last day at this branch. Your team had been moping around for these two weeks and everyone wanted to know why. It has been fun watching them make up lies to cover for you. It was your last team prank in a sense to this branch. In these two weeks, you and Jeonghan hadn’t spoken at all. No texts, no calls, no meeting up. He didn’t say anything and you didn’t ask.
At the end of the day, everyone gathered in the conference room at the request of your boss. No one knew why except you, your team and her. You knew a lot of them would be angry at you. You had gotten pretty close with Jeonghan’s team, particularly with Seungcheol and Joshua and they would probably never forgive you for not saying anything sooner. Especially Seungcheol.
“Hey everyone. I know it’s the end of the day and everyone wants to go home and relax but bare with me for a few moments” your boss told everyone and everyone went silent.
“I know most of you are wondering why this meeting was booked on your calendars two weeks ago and what this meeting is about. Apologies for the secrecy, but the subject of this meeting asked me and her team to stay quiet about it until today” she continued and looked over at you. At this point, everyone on your team had tears running down their face and you were holding back tears of your own.
“Unbeknownst to most of you, today was the last day working at this branch of one of our best employees and someone I can honestly call a cherished friend. I wish I could say more but I don’t want to start crying like the rest of your team so please, say a few words, Y/N” she said as she looked over at you. You heard a few gasps and confused looks as you got up to say goodbye to all your colleagues.
“Hi everyone. So, a couple of weeks ago I got offered an opportunity at a different branch. An opportunity that will open several different doors for me professionally and I chose to accept it” you said as you looked at your team. You couldn’t look at anyone else.
“I asked my team and my amazing boss to keep this between us because honestly, I hate goodbyes. I didn’t want to spend the two weeks I had left here with sad goodbyes. I know it was selfish of me so I humbly stand here asking for your forgiveness” you continued and your team laughed with you.
“I had an amazing time working at this branch. I’ve grown so much professionally and personally. I made enemies that later became… Not enemies. I thought I hated some of you but I never did. Let’s call it a strong dislike” you said and laughed.
“I’m thankful for each and every one of you, no matter what. To my team and to my boss, you guys know everything already so just want to say thank you again. Now get out of here and enjoy your night. I have a four hour drive to make, so don’t try and persuade me to go for drinks!” you finished your speech and your team got up to hug you.
Everyone started to say goodbye to you and you found out you were right. Joshua and Seungcheol were angry at you to say the least. Especially Seungcheol. But you made them forgive you before you had to leave.
You never saw Jeonghan. You didn’t know if he hadn’t been in the meeting at all or if he had left once you were done with your speech. You were disappointed. You wanted to say goodbye at least. He had been a big part of your time here, more in the last few months but I guess he didn’t think the same if he wasn't even going to say a quick goodbye to you.
After your office was packed, you and your team went back to your place to help you load everything into your car for you to leave. You had a few boxes you were going to ship to you or wait for someone to visit to bring them to you but overall, you managed to successfully pack most of your favorite belongings and you were ready to leave.
You were going to miss this apartment. Other than your career, it had been your biggest achievement. You had been able to buy it and make it your own. You weren’t getting rid of it for now. Not unless you needed the money desperately. You were moving into your uncle’s apartment that was vacated recently so you wouldn't be paying rent at your new place and you could afford to keep your beloved apartment.
Hoshi loved that idea, it comforted him knowing you wanted to return to this apartment eventually and hopefully to the branch and your team.
As you were loading things into your car, you got a text from Jeonghan.
“I’m sorry. You deserve better. I hope one day you can forgive me and we can talk. About everything. I couldn’t say goodbye. Not to you. Drive safe and good luck on this new adventure, angel”
You didn’t know you had started crying until the tears hit the screen of your phone.
You didn’t hate Jeonghan. You never did. He made your life hell for a long time but he also managed to bring heaven to you in the last months you spent together. You didn’t blame him for the way things ended. You never talked about your relationship and whatever was going on between the two of you. You had both failed each other.
Maybe one day you would meet again and you would talk about everything. Maybe even have a happy ending together.
Or maybe you will never meet again and this was just another chapter in your life.
Either way, you were content. You weren’t sad or disappointed anymore.
You didn’t get permanent closure in a lot of things but you were ready for this new adventure and his text made you feel better about the decision you made.
You did this for you and your career, it was never about him. Your time together had simply ended at the same time this opportunity presented itself and you both knew that.
For now, you were just another girl that had been in his life for a while and that was moving away looking for a better career opportunity.
And he was just another guy that had been in your life for a while creating chaos in the worst and the best way and that was staying behind.
Nothing more. Nothing less.
Hey guys! I hope you guys enjoy this one. It took me a while to finish it but I’m really proud of it 😇💕
I know it’s super long but I realized I might not ever be able to write short fics, specially when it comes to Hannie 😭
The request asked for a cliffhanger ending so I hope I stayed true to that. If you liked this fic and/or if you want a more permanent resolution to this couple, please let me know in the comments and such 💕
Thank you for supporting me!
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NOTE: don’t like, don’t read. once again, i have to thank the amazing @wonustars for beta reading this for me <3
The moment your mom asked you to move back home, you knew things in her marriage were heading south. It’s not like she didn’t want you around, but even you could tell she only asked you to act as a buffer between her and her husband. Like the good daughter you always tried to be, you accept her invitation even though you know it probably won’t be the best idea in the long run.
Things are relatively normal at first. Jeonghan is a sweetheart. He always has been, even dating back to when you were a college freshman and you officially met him. You can tell he tries to keep the peace with you around. That doesn’t mean you haven’t accidentally overheard your mom and him arguing when they think you’re not around.
It’s awkward, especially because your mom seems like the bad guy in ninety percent of their fights. You wonder if seeing a marriage counselor will help their situation.
“My friend’s dad is a marriage counselor,” you casually mention to your mom when it’s only two of you one day. “I can give you the number to his office—”
You’re abruptly cut off when your mom slams her spoon down on the table. The look she has on her face is borderline murderous, and you wonder if you should’ve just kept your mouth shut.
“Did Jeonghan tell you he wants to go to counseling?” She demands, teeth gnashing together as she spits her words.
“What? No!” You exclaim wondering why she was so quick to throw the blame on your stepdad. “I just thought—”
“I can’t believe this shit,” her words are spoken through a bitter chuckle. “You know, I’m the one who told him we need to talk to someone. I can’t believe he had the audacity to put this idea in your head!”
Despite your attempt to clear up the misunderstanding your mom has, she leaves the house and doesn’t come back until the next day. You feel incredibly guilty. It’s not like you meant to make her angry, and you definitely didn’t mean for her to get angry with Jeonghan again.
Your stepdad remains incredibly sweet. He hugs you and rubs your back, assuring you that it wasn’t your fault.
“Don’t worry, little girl,” Jeonghan says with a kind smile. “Your mom and I will be fine. Just focus on school, okay? I pay a lot of money so you can be the best.”
He’s teasing you, and you’re not sure why you feel so relieved to know that he’s not angry with you.
Unfortunately for everyone, things get worse before they even have a chance to get better. Eventually, your mom no longer cares to start arguments with her husband even when you’re around.
You can’t help but feel sorry for Jeonghan because you can see how exhausted he is. That sweet smile can’t hide all the pain and defeat he feels. You wish you could do something to help, but he always pats your head affectionately and tells you to focus on school when you offer.
It’s not until you come home one night and find him alone in the trashed living room that you know things have gone too far.
“Jeonghan?” You say cautiously, walking around the broken glass littered on the floor.
It’s a mixture of a broken wine bottle and glass from a picture frame. The one that held your mother’s wedding photo. Jeonghan has his head in his hands as you tiptoe around the spilled alcohol to sit next to him. His long hair partially covers his face, but you can see the tear stains on his cheeks.
“Jeonghan,” your voice is more firm this time, but still gentle. “What happened? Where’s my mom?”
Your stepdad sniffles and looks up. For a minute, he can’t meet your eyes. Even without the eye contact, you can see how broken he is. It makes something inside you break.
“She’s okay,” he turns to you with that pretty smile of his that you love. Except it doesn’t reach his eyes like usual. “She had a little too much to drink so I laid her down in the guest room.”
You’re sure he’s talking about the one downstairs—the one she’s been sleeping in lately.
“You still didn’t answer my question.” You say, needing to know what happened.
Jeonghan whimpers, and you can’t resist the urge to hug him. He closes his eyes as more tears stream down his face. Your stepdad gently buries his face in your neck as you press your body against him, not caring that you’re almost on his lap. All you can think about is comforting him.
“Your mom wants a divorce,” Jeonghan croaks against your wet skin. “She–She—there’s someone else, and I—”
He cuts himself off with a quiet sob, and your heart just breaks for him. Part of you suspected it. Your mom was the one who would come home late or not at all sometimes. She would often accuse your stepdad of having an affair, but now you just know she was projecting her wrongdoings onto him. It makes you feel sick because even though she’s your mom, Jeonghan didn’t deserve that.
“I’m so sorry,” you say sincerely, stroking his back like he often did to you when you were upset.
As you comfort him, he slips his arms around you and presses you closer to him. An electrifying sensation courses through you when you become aware of how close you two are.
Urges that you’ve tried so hard to push to the depths of your mind suddenly rush forward, and now you can’t stifle them or pretend they don’t exist. Especially now that you’ve realized that your mom doesn’t deserve such a wonderful man.
So, you throw away every scrap of morality you have left in you and give into your depraved desires.
Jeonghan lets out a shocked noise when you push him back on the couch and straddle him. His eyes go wide and his mouth drops open in awe. You grin when he doesn’t immediately push you off, taking it as a sign to swoop down for a kiss.
He softly moans into your mouth, overwhelmed by how warm and soft you are. Jeonghan whimpers as tears keep streaming down his face, trembling when you pull away from him.
“It’s okay, daddy,” you purr in his ear, grinding your dampening cunt against his growing bulge. “Let me take care of you.”
Jeonghan shakes his head, hands slowly settling on your waist as if he wants to push you away. Except he doesn’t.
Instead, he lets you stay on his lap. Your stepdad doesn’t try to stop you even as you move in closer and start to undo his pants. He can easily push you off, but he doesn’t. Not even when you reach into his underwear to palm his growing cock. He’s hard. Really fucking hard.
“Wait, baby—” the pet name falls easily, and you love it.
“Shh, daddy,” you coo as you take him out of his pants. “Just let me touch you. Let me make you feel better.”
“Oh, god,” Jeonghan mewls when you start to stroke him.
Your stepdad’s cock is long and thick and oozing with precum. You lick your lips as you slowly move your hand, eyes trained on Jeonghan’s pretty face. You can tell he feels guilty, and you don’t blame him. He’s such a good guy that he wouldn’t want to hurt your mom, even after everything she’s done to him.
“We… we shouldn’t do this,” Jeonghan protests weakly.
When you get off his lap, he fights a whine even though he knows it’s for the best. Once again you surprise him by slipping out of your clothes and getting back on top of him. His pupils are blown wide when he sees your bare tits and cute pussy.
“Honey,” Jeonghan’s voice has gone deeper, eyes fixed on your body. “This is wrong.”
You ignore him because his cock is twitching and standing to attention. Gently, you cradle the back of his head and press his face to your chest. Your warm tits envelop him, and he’s delirious. You smell so good that it makes his brain fuzzy. Jeonghan feels his cock twitch when you reach for it again, and this time he doesn’t try to stop you.
“Please, daddy,” you beg as you glide your slick cunt over his throbbing cock. “I need your cock. Need it so fucking bad.”
A deep groan escapes him because you feel so warm and wet. Jeonghan just knows you’ll feel so good wrapped around his cock.
“You deserve my little pussy,” you whisper in his ear, pressing down harder on him. “Deserve to fuck someone who won’t ever make you feel so terrible.”
“God, baby,” Jeonghan grunts when he feels your dripping pussy nudging the head of his cock. His resolve is weak, and he doesn’t want to fight it anymore.
His moan syncs with yours when you slowly sink down on his cock. Your little cunt is so hot and tight. Jeonghan can’t think about things like guilt because he feels too fucking good. A nice, wet pussy wrapped around his neglected cock, sucking him in and squeezing him just right. He’s been so lonely and miserable lately that you feel like absolute heaven to him.
“Such a naughty little girl,” Jeonghan growls when you start to rock in his lap. You tighten around him and hold on to the back of his head when you start to bounce.
“Daddy,” you whimper as your juices coat his cock.
Jeonghan’s lips brush against your nipples as your bounces grow more eager. You clench around his fat cock when his weeping tip brushes against your sweet spot. Your stepdad lets out a mixture of a groan and a wail of pleasure as you keep riding him.
You’re lost in pleasure with the feeling of your stepdad’s hard cock twitching and throbbing inside you. It turns you on that he’s strong enough to push you off of him, but never attempts to. You cry out loudly when his hands curl around your waist to help you fuck his cock the way he likes it.
Jeonghan’s lidded gaze is focused on where you two are connected, watching as his cock disappears in and out of your little pussy with every rough bounce. He feels his balls start to tighten with his impending release. Never in his life has he felt so turned on. The way his stepdaughter is just using his cock like a toy is just driving him closer to the edge.
“Daddy,” you purr in Jeonghan’s ear. “You like my pussy better than my mom’s, don’t you?”
You already have your answer from the way he twitches and throbs inside you, his cock answering for him. It makes you happier than you expect. Of course, it would be you. Your pussy was made for him, and you’ll make sure he feels the same way by the end of the night.
“Fuck yeah I do,” Jeonghan groans as his hands go down to squeeze your ass. “Love this little princess cunt.”
You cry out loudly as your orgasm abruptly hits, coating his cock and balls with your essence. “Fuck, daddy! It’s yours! Only yours! You can have this princess pussy every day!”
Your fucked out moans do their job in pushing Jeonghan over the edge. He grips your hips and flips you under him, buries his head in your shoulder and frantically fucks you into the couch as he starts to spill his cum inside you. Lewd squelching fills the air as you happily wrap your legs around him and meet his thrusts to help him fuck his cum deeper inside you.
The both of you are panting by the time you’re done, but your stepdad makes no move to get off of you.
“Don’t think we’re done, little girl,” his voice is ravenous. “Daddy’s not letting you off this cock until you’re nice and stretched out.”
That’s how you end up on the bed he shares with your mother, face down and ass up as you beg for his cock. Jeonghan smirks, eyes trained on your sloppy hole. You look so hot like this, and he knows that he won’t ever let you go after tonight.
“What a nasty slut,” Jeonghan says, palms smoothing over the globes of your ass to keep you still. “Dripping all over my sheets. You want daddy’s cock that bad, honey?”
You whine and arch your back some more. “I need it!”
“Yeah?” You can tell he’s smirking. “Do you even care that your mom might wake up and see what a nasty slut her daughter is?”
You shake your head, pussy clenching around nothing. “Just want daddy’s cock in my little pussy.”
“Don’t worry, little girl,” Jeonghan groans as he kneels behind you. “Daddy’s going to stuff this needy hole and cover it with his cum.”
“Please!”
You cry out when Jeonghan shoves his thick cock into your clenching pussy. He bottoms out in a single thrust since you’re already so wet from when you rode him earlier. Your eyes roll to the back of your head, whining his name when you feel his balls slap against your clit.
“Oh, fuck,” your stepdad hisses. “Your little princess pussy keeps sucking me in, honey.”
Jeonghan spanks your ass. You moan loudly and clench down on his aching cock. “Mhm, just needed daddy’s cock to fill you up, huh?”
“Yes, daddy, yes!” You moan into his sheets.
The thick musk of sex fills the air as Jeonghan pulls his twitching cock out of you halfway only to slam it back into your needy cunt. You squeal and tighten around him when you feel him spread your ass and gently trace your asshole. His thumb slips down to gather juices from your dripping pussy and slides it back up to your asshole, gently pushing past the taut muscle. Your pussy clamps down on his dick hard, making him moan loudly.
“Can’t wait to break in this tight little hole too,” Jeonghan’s voice is thick with lust. “Gonna train you to take daddy’s cock in every hole.”
You moan and bounce back against him, cunt pulsing around his cock as his thumb slips in and out of your clenching rim. “Daddy!”
Jeonghan laughs in delight. “Sounds like you like it.”
You nod your head, and Jeonghan fucks into you harder, balls slapping against your sloppy cunt with every rough thrust. “God, you’re fucking tight.”
He groans when your sweet little pussy clenches around him again.
“Feels so fucking good, daddy,” you say as your eyes roll to the back of your head. “Love your big cock.”
You cry out in pleasure when his hand pulls away from your ass to slip his fingers over your hip to pinch and rub your sensitive clit.
“Is my little girl already cock drunk?” Jeonghan is way too pleased when you deliriously nod your head with a fucked out mewl.
You’re fucking perfect. It makes him wish he would’ve done this sooner.
“My pretty little slut,” Jeonghan coos adoringly. “Just a sweet little hole to dump my load into. Isn’t that right, baby?”
You shiver and meet his thrusts with more vigor, “Yes! Stuff my little hole full of your cum, daddy!”
“Fucking shit,” Jeonghan hisses as he grabs your hair and yanks you backward to give you a sloppy kiss.
His hips never stop, only snapping harder against you.
“I’ll give it to you, honey. Daddy’s going to cream your hot little cunt all night long.”
You mewl in satisfaction when your head is shoved back into the mattress as you keep getting railed hard. Wet slapping fills the room as your stepdad continues spearing you open on his cock. The smell of sex permeates the room as Jeonghan keeps using your body for his pleasure.
“Daddy’s close, baby,” Jeonghan groans.
You moan loudly. “Gonna cum, daddy!”
You’re moaning so loud now, and you don’t really care that your mom might wake up and come upstairs to catch her husband fucking you raw. All you can care about is how good you feel. You grind your pussy down on your stepdad’s throbbing cock while his fingers rub fast circles on your puffy clit.
“Yeah? Do it, honey.” Jeonghan leans forward to bite your shoulder. “Cream on me. Want to feel your juices all over my cock.”
His cock pistons in and out of your hot cunt, ramming against your g-spot repeatedly until all you can do is chant his name. You’re a moaning mess at this point, only caring about the white-hot pleasure you’re feeling.
“Gonna cum!” You slur out, drool dripping on the mattress.
“Cum for daddy, baby. Cum all over this cock.”
With those commanding words, Jeonghan spanks your cunt hard, palm coming down on your clit over and over until you’re screaming out in pleasure. It’s not long before your orgasm hits. Slick gushes out around his cock as he keeps fucking into that spongy spot and spanking your pussy. Your eyes roll to the back of your head as liquid spurts from your pussy and coats his cock and balls, making a mess all over the sheets.
It feels like electricity is coursing through your body from how intense you cum. Your fingers and toes curl in on themselves as your cunt pulses and clenches down on his cock.
“Fuck yes,” Jeonghan growls, as he keeps pounding into your fluttering pussy. “Didn’t know you were a squirter, little girl. So fucking sexy.”
It only takes a few more thrusts for him to bury himself deep inside your cunt and release his hot load inside you. Thick spurts of cum fill you up as he moans your name like it’s something holy. Jeonghan fucks his cum deeper inside you, making no move to slip out of your spent pussy.
However, you’re not done. Far from it, actually.
Jeonghan quickly flips you on your back, one hand on your hip and his other on your thigh. He’s spreading you open and holding you down as he starts to roll his hips into you. A deep groan leaves his mouth every time you clench down on him.
“Da—addy!” You cry out at a particularly sharp thrust that slams against your sweet spot and has you clenching violently around him, teetering on the edge already.
Jeonghan smirks, loving what a cock hungry slut you are. Not that he’s any better. He’s already addicted to your sweet little cunt.
“I know, honey, I know,” he coos in a sickly sweet voice as he continues to fuck you deep and hard. “Daddy’s cock feels good, huh?”
You nod stupidly, all coherent thoughts long gone from your mind. “Uh-huh. Feels so—so good!”
Jeonghan spits on your pussy as you grasp the sheets underneath you. You’re dripping all over him, making an obscene squelching noise every time his cock hits deep inside your tight pussy. He loves the way your pretty pussy opens up to let his aching cock inside. The way you grip him is the hottest sight he’s ever seen, and he knows nothing will ever compare.
“Daddy,” you mewl, barely able to think.
The only thing on your mind is that you want him to cum inside you again. You can’t voice your thoughts because an orgasm rocks your body all over again. Jeonghan laughs delightedly, loving how you keep wetting his dick with your orgasms.
“Dirty little girl,” he growls, bullying his cock into you harder than before. “Making such a mess on daddy’s cock.”
You mewl again, “I need…”
“Need what, baby?” Jeonghan coaxes as he starts to rub slow circles on your throbbing clit. “Say it. Tell daddy what you need, honey.”
“N-Need you to—!” His voice is so sweet that all you can do is break off into another moan. Your pussy tightens and stains his cock with more cream. All you can smell is sex and Jeonghan’s cologne. It only pushes you close to the edge once again.
Jeonghan laughs softly and fucks into you just a little harder, “You need me to...? Use your words, little girl. Daddy can’t give you what you want if you don’t tell him. Better hurry before your mom wakes up and finds you getting fucked like the nasty whore you are.”
That won’t happen, but you don’t need to know that. Although he can tell the thought of your mom catching you in their bed, fucking like animals, turns you on.
“Cum inside me, daddy. Please.”
Your words are slightly slurred and completely fucked out, and Jeonghan bites his lip before smirking down at you. There’s no way he can deny you his seed, especially when you’re asking him so nicely.
“There you go, honey. Take all of daddy’s cum like a good little slut.”
You and Jeonghan moan together when he spills his hot cum inside you. He fucks it into you like the last two times, loving how your tight pussy flutters and pulses around him. You’re such a good girl that you thank him repeatedly through a moan.
The rest of the night you two fuck in every position possible. Jeonghan is insatiable, and you’re tired and completely fucked out before he even thinks about letting you off his cock.
Jeonghan has your back pressed against his chest, a strong arm wrapped around your neck as he pounds you into his mattress. All of your previous orgasms leak on the sheets beneath you as you cry and gasp from the overstimulation. It all feels so good, but you don’t think you can handle any more.
“Daddy,” you whimper pathetically. “C-Can’t cum anymore.”
It feels like your head is starting to spin as his cock splits your pussy open. Jeonghan pounds into your g-spot relentlessly, cock swelling when he sees the tears streaming down your face. His cock twitches and throbs because despite your words, you’re still moving your hips to meet his thrusts.
Your stepdad smirks meanly. “Is that why you keep rutting against me like a nasty slut, little girl?”
You cry out when Jeonghan releases you and sits up to roughly smack your ass. He repeats the harsh motion until you’re screaming in pleasure. Your cunt clenches around him, hips involuntarily bucking back in an attempt to force his fat dick deeper into your tiny little pussy. It’s like an automatic reaction, but your stepdad loves it.
“Just lay there and let daddy breed you, honey,” Jeonghan growls when you give him another weak orgasm. He groans and smacks your ass as he forces the juices out of your soiled cunt with every snap of his hips. “Be a good cock sleeve for me.”
“Want it so bad, daddy!” You cry out, pussy fucked raw yet still so desperate for another one of his hot loads. “Breed me like the slut I am.”
“Want you to scream for me, baby.” Jeonghan moans as his head falls back. He pounds into your hot cunt harder, gripping your hips tighter as he chases his orgasm, using your pussy to get himself off. “Let your mother know how much you love your stepdad’s cock.”
“DADDY!” You scream at the top of your lungs, almost hoping your mom will walk upstairs and see her husband stuffing you full of cum on their marital bed.
Jeonghan cries out as his balls tighten up. His moan is loud as you cry out in pleasure, your pussy involuntarily giving him a fifth orgasm as he spills rope after rope of cum into your sopping pussy. He fucks you nice and deep, whispering filthy praises in your ear the entire time.
Your stepdad lets out a low hiss as he pulls his softening cock out of your sloppy pussy. He licks his lips and forces his cum back in with three of his fingers, pressing so deep into you that his wedding band touches your puffy little pussy lips, making you whine.
“Such a good little girl,” Jeonghan coos as he fingers his cum back into your pussy with a filthy smirk. “My pretty little slut.”
You’re completely fucked out, feeling completely satiated as you slump into the bed. You mewl softly when Jeonghan pulls you into his arms and starts to rub soothing circles on your pussy.
“Sleep, baby. I’ll be here when you wake up.”
He presses a gentle kiss on your temple, and just like that you’re out like a light.
Jeonghan smirks into your hair when your breathing evens out and you fall into a deep sleep. There’s no better feeling than knowing his plan worked perfectly.
Admittedly, your mom played a significant role. With her insecure and angry personality, it was easy to make himself look like the victim. Faking the maudlin expressions and crushed spirit was easy enough, especially since you’ve always been so empathetic. Getting his wife to stay out all night was easy since he always lied and told her he’d be at the bar. She went looking for him every single time not knowing he was at home, fucking his fist to the thought of you.
And then there was the final act.
Inviting his unsuspecting wife for a drink was easy enough. Despite all of the fighting, she still wanted to have Jeonghan to herself. She couldn’t have known that he spiked her drink so he could stage the perfect tragedy. It worked perfectly since you didn’t think twice about believing him.
Everything has worked out as he hoped, and now all he has to think of is the future with his true beloved. You.
Note: Three month hiatus!!! Wow!!! So I realized that I write on spontaneous bursts of energy which is why I’ve been hella quiet but during quarantine I been thinking about Jeonghan a bit too much lately and wanted to do this quick piece. Somebody said he’s the Loki of Seventeen so I kept that in mind while writing this LOL. Stay thirsty, my friends.
Pairing: jeonghan x reader (female)
Synopsis: After taking a flight to finally meet your online partner, they flake on you and never show up to dinner. Tired and frustrated, you call for a lift to go to your complex. Your driver happens to be a devilishly handsome man you can’t take your eyes off of. How many rides are you willing to take for a dick appointment?
Word Count: 1.7k
Smut Warning: sub!reader dom!jeonghan, car sex, flirting, grinding, oral (f/m. giving/receiving), straddling, nail scratching on back, **i swear it’s consensual even though it sounds like it isn’t (i just really like doms ok)
“I don’t often get the chance to talk to someone like you.”
Your driver looks over his shoulder at you and offers a friendly smile. You meet his eyes in the rearview mirror and politely nod your head before quickly looking away. You’ve never met anyone as handsome as him, which leaves you blushing and averting your gaze to the window.
“Long night?” he asks.
“Actually, it was cut a bit short.” The driver looks at you in his rearview mirror and lifts both his eyebrows as if asking for an explanation.
“It’s no big deal. I just… well, I flew for six hours to get here but the person I was supposed to meet for dinner never showed up. I was probably catfished. Anyway, I called for a lift and now we’re here. Thanks for not bailing on me,” you laugh faintly as your voice trails off. I can’t believe I took an airplane for a dick appointment.
“What an asshole,” your driver exclaims. “You even dressed up to look good for them. I’m glad I was able to save you from your terrible night.”
You bite your bottom lip and peak at the rearview mirror. His eyes are fixated on the road but you want to lock eyes again. You lean back against the headrest and close your eyes. Is he… flirting with me? Because I was stood up? Does he feel bad for me? Or is he just being nice? You try to ignore the throbbing in your pants but it seems to get worse the more he speaks to you.
In the midst of your thoughts, your stomach grumbles to break the silence. Slightly embarrassed by the sudden noise, you say awkwardly, “Ahhh. Didn’t even get to eat dinner.” “Don’t worry. We’re almost home,” he responds.
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“You can pull up over there,” you say as you direct him towards your complex’s parking garage. He has trouble finding parking but finds space on the fourth floor where there are barely any cars. He turns off the engine and helps you bring your luggage all the way to your doorstep.
“Oh! I think I left my phone in your car,” you gasp. “I’ll go with you,” he responds.
Back in the parking garage, you open the right back door of his car and look for your phone under the front passenger seat. You hear the left back door open opposite of you and look up. He’s also bent down behind the driver’s seat and his face is barely a foot apart from yours. You become entranced in his gaze, his deep brown eyes.
“Found it,” he smirks as he pulls your phone from behind him. “O-oh,” you say as your snap back to reality. “Thank you.” He passes over your phone and his warm hand brushes against yours. You notice that there’s a nameless number on the screen.
“Call me if you ever need saving. Someone like you shouldn’t have to wait for anyone.” You see his eyes fixate on your lips.
Am I really gonna do this? He’s hot. And I didn’t get any dick tonight.
You know what? Fuck it.
Your lips quickly find his as if two magnets had been waiting to meet. He holds the nape of your neck with his right hand and pulls you completely into the car while closing the door behind him with his left. He swirls his tongue in your mouth as if beckoning the throbbing in your pants to give in. He lies you down and climbs on top of you. You’ve been craving this moment the entire flight. His lips still working like magic, you feel him grind against you as he reaches behind you to pull your door shut. A knot forms in your stomach as he thrusts into your hips deeper, his hard-on teasing you against your pants.
His hand finds its way to the inside of your pants. “Have you been wet the entire ride? God, I knew it.” Without hesitation, two fingers slide into your folds and you let out the loudest moan. You’ve been holding it in the entire night and the pleasure felt like a breath of fresh air. He’s quick to shut you back up with deep, passionate kisses. He won’t let you rest for a moment.
You’ve become so wet that his fingers slip in and out with ease. He rubs your clit with his thumb, sending a shock down your spine. He moves quicker and quicker, curling his fingers each time to hit your sweet spot. Your eyes roll back and you see the windows starting to fog up. As you moan through your intertwined tongues, he pulls back and says, “You’ve been wanting me ever since I picked you up, huh? Making my car wet?” He takes his fingers out from your pants and puts them in your mouth. You swirl your tongue and suck on them to show him exactly what you want. You feel him grow harder and reach your hand to stroke it but he stops you before you can even move.
“Let me show you why you flew all the way here.”
In one swift movement, he pulls your pants down and takes a good look at you. His lips trace your inner thighs, melting you with every kiss. He kisses your folds, then glides his tongue from the bottom of your entrance to the top of your clit. He sucks on it and moans, sending vibrations throughout your body. You arch your back as his tongue slides into you. Tasting every inch of you, you can tell by his rough oral that he wants you badly. Holding your thigh for support, he inserts two fingers and sucks your clit at the same time. He moves his fingers in and out as he flicks tip of his tongue up and down your slit.
“Fuck me,” you plead.
He smirks at your desperation, the same smirk he gave you when he “found” your phone. His eyes have a snakish look in them as if whispering I’ve got you right where I want you. “You hungry?” he asks sarcastically.
“Fucking starving. Please.”
You sit up on your knees as he rests himself on the seat. Your hands couldn’t unzip his pants any faster. He finally reveals his hard-on and you’re mesmerized at his length. The knot in your stomach grew tighter. Suddenly, you feel his warm hand on the nape of your neck again.
“Say ‘ahhh.’”
He pulls your head down towards his crotch, groaning when he enters your mouth. His hand moves from the nape of your neck to the back of your head. He controls your rhythm by pulling your hair up and down and moans deeply with each stroke. You desperately want to return the favor, making sure he hits the back of your throat each time, licking him all around like sweet ice cream. You moan in response and he tugs your hair a bit harder.
He pulls you up from the seat and positions you on his lap, facing him.
“Ride me.”
At his command, you stroke him as you position yourself right at his tip. You’re too careful and take longer than he wants; with both hands on either side of your waist, he pulls you down onto his length. A warm rush of euphoria spreads throughout your body, both of you moaning in unison. You feel the force of his hands guiding your hips, directing you, controlling you. Each thrust feels deeper, wetter. You put your hands on his shoulders for balance but he places them behind his neck, locking your fingers with yourself. The way he asserts authority over any small movement makes you weak. Even when you’re on top of him, you feel completely dominated.
You close your eyes and throw your head back, mouth agape with moans escaping your lips with each bounce. His heavy breathing turns you on even more. You open your eyes and see him working your waist, his brows furrowed, lips bitten, hair stuck to the sweat of his forehead. The mere sight of him is hot.
Your vision instantly darkens as the parking garage lights dim from the inactivity on the floor. Losing your sight makes you focus on feeling his every inch inside of you. He holds you stationary in the air, then thrusts into you with his own movement. You gasp in surprise at the sensation, encouraging him to go harder. He’s able to slide in and out so much quicker and you start to feel dizzy. With your left hand bracing his shoulder, your right hand grabs a fistful of his hair and you tug his head back. He immediately stops and gives in to you. Finally.
You start sucking on his exposed neck and he lets out moans of relief. Simultaneously, you roll your hips into his and ride him. You try to go deeper with each grind as it hits better and better on your G-spot. His hands snake their way up your back and you feel his nails dig into your skin. You arch your back as a reflex and he pulls you into his chest. He bites at your neck more roughly than before. The pain sends you higher and makes you thrust roughly into him. Seeing his dark figure at your own disposal arouses you so much.
After a final thrust, you feel him throb inside of you, filling you up. He lets out the loudest moan of the night, sending you to your climax. You continue to ride him and he moans gently from his sensitivity.
“Fuck. I’m cumming!” you cry. You release yourself and ecstasy overtakes you as both of you flow from inside. You melt on top of him and he chuckles at your limp body.
“Let me get you cleaned up,” he says warmly, the same tone he had when he was driving, completely different to the one he had mere seconds ago.
“I never got your name,” you say as you sit down onto the seat. He opens the car door and the lights flicker back on.
He hands you your phone, and again you wonder how and when the hell he took it. “Say my name next time,” he winks.
You look at the new contact name matching the phone number from earlier and smile.
★ | member — jeonghan x waitress!fem reader
★ | genre — romance, smut with plot
★ | word count — 10.2k
★ | synopsis — working as a waitress in a high-end restaurant, you've grown used to catering to rich people's needs. but there's one customer who's made it his mission to serve you instead.
★ | warnings — a hint of miscommunication, denial of feelings, excessive champagne consumption, nicknames (reader: angel, darling, baby), gross happy ending because i am who i am. not beta read.
★ | smut warnings — switch!jeonghan, service top jeonghan, competitive sex (is that a thing? yk how he is…), cunnilingus (#hanniemunchagenda), cowgirl style, hair pulling & slapping (jh receiving/very briefly), Lots of praise + body worship, unprotected sex
★ | notes — it's been a while but i'm officially back to writing - brand new junkissed content in 2026 wow!! of course i had to write something in honor of hannie's return :) also tried smth new with the banner pls lmk what you think >.< everybody who reblogs this gets a sticker that says "i survived jeonghan enlistment" so do your duty guys
“Psst. Hey.”
You don’t hear her the first time. Hissing your name under her breath a second time, Jennie grabs your arm as you walk past with a fresh bucket of ice, pulling you towards the nearest side station.
“Hey! That guy's in your section again.”
You freeze and set the bucket down behind the counter, watching her tilt her head towards the back corner of the restaurant. It’s hard to resist the urge to turn around and stare, but you manage to look nonchalant as you glance over your shoulder, pretending to scan the room. Sure enough, there he is: menu sitting untouched beside his plate, hands folded atop the table, and staring right at you.
Feeling your cheeks begin to burn, you quickly turn back around and busy yourself fidgeting with a stack of rolled-up napkins. You haven’t even talked to him yet, and somehow he still manages to fluster you. Suddenly you’re grateful that your coworker intercepted you, relieved to have at least a few more seconds to pretend to be focused while you have a chance to collect yourself.
“Have you gotten his number yet, girl? Or at least his name? Because I don't think he's gonna stop coming until you do.”
“No,” you tell her sheepishly, risking a discreet glance over your shoulder at him. Still staring. “I could’ve looked at his card when he signed the check, I guess. But that feels kinda invasive. He didn’t offer, so I didn’t ask.”
She narrows her eyes playfully at you in disapproval. “Oh, come on, he’s been making ‘fuck-me’ eyes at you for weeks. That counts as him offering!” She shifts her weight, her lips pursed into a thin line like she’s thinking hard. “If you don’t wanna ask, then just… write your phone number on the back of his receipt or something. That would be—”
“—Unprofessional,” you finish for her. With a rag you wipe the condensation from the ice bucket, throwing out a glare at her when she huffs at your refusal. “He probably just likes the booth seats. Some people are weird like that, I don't know. I don’t even know if he’s available, either. That’s the more important question here.”
She gives you a doubtful look. “He shows up alone, every Wednesday night, and asks to be seated at the same table. You’re telling me you seriously think it’s because he likes the furniture? Why do you really think that is?”
“Then it’s the privacy, probably.” You shrug and move past her, dumping out the bucket and refilling it with fresh ice. “It’s the farthest away from the bar. Maybe he doesn’t like the noise.”
“Noise?” She scoffs and puts her free hand on her hip, one eyebrow raised as she goes silent for a few seconds. Even at the peak hours of the night there’s little more than a light chatter in the air, mixing with quiet jazz music playing from the building’s speakers. It’s a bullshit reason and you know it. But you aren’t going to give in to her pestering, and she must be able to sense that because she finally sighs and wipes her hand on her waist apron. “Fine. Whatever. But you can’t avoid him forever. Clearly he’s gonna keep showing up to see you.”
You give her a scowl, but she’s right. You totally are avoiding him, but realistically, what does she expect you to do? Ask him to fuck you on the table in the middle of your shift?
She hands you a chilled bottle of champagne, wiping the neck before draping the hand towel over the side of your bucket. Even she’s started to recognize his routine, ready with the bottle of Dom Perignon that he always asks for ahead of his meal, before anyone’s even taken his order yet. “Quit stalling and go over there, before he leaves us a bad review. He could be an undercover food critic or something, and then Joshua would really kill us.”
The threat of your boss throwing a fit over negative publicity is too real, so you glare at her one last time before inhaling a deep breath. You smooth down your apron and grab a folding stand for his drink. When you turn to start toward his table he’s still staring, but he perks up ever so slightly when he recognizes you starting to head in his direction.
As usual, you greet him with a smile and begin setting up the bottle, slicing open the foil and twisting the cage at the top of the champagne bottle to loosen it. And as usual, he sits back and watches, quiet and observant to your every move in a way that makes you more anxious than any other customer you’ve served.
“Hi— er, good evening. I apologize for the wait. We’ve been a little… slammed tonight.”
It would be impossible for him not to notice the fact that half the tables are empty, but to your relief he doesn’t mention it. There’s only one other party in your section right now, and they’ve been chatting over post-dinner coffee for nearly an hour. Compared to the nights when Rêverie is fully booked, your shift has been practically dead.
“That’s alright.” His voice is smooth, a hint of a low drawl to it that always makes you think of syrup for some reason: sweet and thick, with just the right amount of warmth. This man has the kind of voice that people fall asleep to. “I’m a patient guy.”
You try your best to ignore the tension between you, but it continues to build as he orders: a Steak au Poivre with the salad of the day. Something about the way the French names roll easily from his lips just does it for you, apparently. It takes all your energy to focus on keeping a straight face and not doing something to embarrass yourself.
Just as you start to walk away to relay his order to the kitchen, you hear your name in that familiar voice and you freeze, whipping around to face him. He’s sitting up straighter, leaned over the table to get a better view. He gestures to the nametag on your apron, repeating it once more as you look down at it in confusion. “Am I saying that right?”
Warmth burns in the tips of your ears. Why are you suddenly so shy? But deep down you know exactly why, and it’s no use trying to pretend you don’t. It’s because your name sounds so good on his tongue, long and leisurely and sexy. It’s a sound you wouldn’t mind hearing him say again, and again and again and—
“Yeah.”
“Alright. Great. I’ve been here so many times, I figured I should at least know your name by now.” He smiles and gives a small nod, relaxing back into his seat. There’s a mischievous look in his eye, a mix of coy and confident. “I’m Jeonghan.”
For a moment you let his name roll around in your head, attaching itself to your memory. As much as you hate to admit that Jennie was right, it feels good to finally have a name to go with the face that’s been haunting your workplace for weeks.
For the rest of the evening, something in the air feels different. Your glances across the room at his table are met with self-satisfied grins from him, always catching your eye and holding contact for a few seconds longer than he should. You find any excuse to linger at his table, refilling his water glass or bringing him another basket of bread so you can talk with him a little more. You can almost hear your manager Joshua’s voice in your head, scolding you for spending so much time with a customer instead of leaving them alone to enjoy their meal, but Jeonghan clearly doesn’t seem to mind.
“Why don’t you sit and have some champagne? There’s still half a bottle left,” he asks you at one point, patting the booth next to him with a smirk. “Plenty of room here for two.”
You sigh, putting your hand on your hip with a teasing smile, though the idea doesn’t sound as terrible to you as it probably should. “I’m working, Jeonghan. They’d fire me.”
“Fine,” he pouts, though he doesn’t press any further. You’ve begun to notice that while he loves to joke around, there’s a fine line he won’t cross when it comes to being serious. He pushes your buttons, but never to do any actual harm. Still, he winks at you as you grab an empty plate from his table to make yourself look busy. “Next week, then? I might need your opinion on the menu.”
“I’ll still be working next week, too,” you say with a roll of your eyes, but even that doesn’t dissuade him.
“Perfect. Then I’ll see you next week, same time, same place.”
Jeonghan stays far later than he usually does, picking at his food so he has more excuses to talk to you whenever you make your rounds to check on your tables. After a while the late crowd begins to filter in, and reluctantly he takes the hint, signing the check and leaving a much larger tip than he should, nearly equal to the cost of his meal.
As much as you’d like him to stay and chat all night, there’s other reservations and Joshua would definitely throw a fit if any customers were kept waiting. There are only a few upscale restaurants in town besides Rêverie, and its reputation makes it difficult to get in. Reservations are so sought-after that they have to be booked at least a month in advance. Which means that either Jeonghan has connections that are important enough to pull some strings and get him a table every week, or he’s been booking them himself all this time. Either way, you have to give him a little bit of credit; his dedication is impressive.
When he walks out the door, coat slung over one arm as he waves goodbye, there’s a little nagging feeling in your chest that starts to build. You push it away and try your best to refocus on work, but before you know it, once the emptiness has settled over the night as you finish out your shift, you realize what that feeling is. You miss him. And that’s how you know you’re screwed.
The following Wednesday passes with another fairly quiet shift, so tonight you’re standing at the side station watching as Jeonghan walks through the doors, sneaking glances at him as he follows the hostess to his regular seat. This time you don’t procrastinate, moving away from your spot to take out a chilled bottle of his usual champagne and a fresh bucket of ice.
You try not to stare as you work, quickly setting up everything you need for his evening, but it’s hard not to let your eyes wander in his direction. He’s in a different suit tonight, a three-piece with a sleek vest underneath that makes his dark colored tie stand out.
As soon as he sits down he pulls out his phone, typing quickly before setting it face-down on top of the table. Taking it as your cue, you grab everything and head over to the booth, surprising yourself with how eager you are. It’s been nice, having something at work to look forward to, now that you aren’t denying how fond you’ve grown of Jeonghan.
You unfold the stand and place the bucket on it, positioning a towel as you prepare to uncork it, but he quickly waves his hand in the air to stop you.
“Oh, not tonight. Sorry,” he says. You frown a little from being surprised, but it’s nothing to worry about. Sometimes people want to switch up their routines. But he goes on, shifting in his seat. “I’m expecting company. But you can put everything on my card like usual.”
You freeze, trying not to show how taken aback you are. Company? It’s been nearly two months of this, of him showing up like clockwork every week, but you can’t expect him to not have friends to go out with. Or maybe a business dinner for work. Your ego is a little wounded from not being able to anticipate the change in his habits, but there’s definitely an explanation. Don’t jump to conclusions, you tell yourself.
“Right. My apologies. I shouldn’t have…” You trail off, but quickly cover it with a cough and bring back the friendly smile on your face. “Would you like me to come back when you’re ready to order, then, or should I grab drinks for the table while you wait?”
“We’ll wait to order together,” Jeonghan says assuredly. His phone vibrates on the table, and he picks it up and types something out quickly, not looking up at you again.
You stand there awkwardly for another few seconds before you finally nod and fold the ice bucket stand back up. “Sure. Yeah. I’ll go grab another place setting for you.”
Feeling more reluctant than before, you take the bottle back to the counter, fumbling to quickly collect an extra set of napkins and silverware along with a second menu. You know you shouldn’t have assumed, even if the customer is a regular like Jeonghan, but you still can’t help feeling blindsided. He isn’t acting any different, but something about tonight still feels strangely off.
You’re even more sure of that when you turn around again to start making your way back to his table. A few steps ahead of you, there’s a woman striding towards him: tall, elegant, her hair pulled up into a loose bun with small black strands framing her face like waves. You can’t help but stare; it feels like everything’s happening in slow motion, shell-shocked as you watch her duck down close to him to say something in his ear before she takes her seat across from him. You stand still for a moment, unable to move as he flashes her a wide grin and leans back in his seat. His body language is much more open now, one arm laid over the back of the booth with his legs splayed beneath the table, wide and casual.
It shouldn’t hurt so much—it shouldn’t hurt you at all—but it does. Weeks of shameless flirting, and for what? Was he just staking out restaurants for good date night spots all this time, waiting to find the right place to take his partner? Does that count as cheating, and should you let her know the way he’s been eyeing you up and down for the past couple months has been anything but professional?
You hesitate for just a moment longer as they talk animatedly, and eventually you have to swallow your pride and go interrupt them with the list of tonight’s specials. “Good evening. We’re happy to have you at Rêverie tonight. Can I get you both started with some drinks?”
Your usual monologue comes out stilted and cold, the same way you’ve rehearsed for what feels like hundreds of times every shift. In your peripheral you almost think you see Jeonghan narrow his eyes in a frown, but you keep your gaze directed at his guest so it’s hard to tell for sure. It’s easier to focus on her than to try to meet his eyes, still feeling embarrassed.
If he does notice it, though, then his partner does not, because she replies quickly and easily, ordering plain sparkling water with a friendly smile. Jeonghan does the same, but unlike every other night he’s been here, his voice similarly comes out flatter than normal, using as few words as possible.
After taking their orders and sulking back to your station, you resolve to avoid that end of the restaurant for the rest of the night. You don’t want to risk overhearing their conversation and whatever romantic bullshit they’re probably talking about. You’ve served enough couples in your time working in fine dining to know that they’re the worst type of customers. People think no one notices what they’re getting up to, but the staff are always aware. Whether it’s a first date, an anniversary, a birthday, or some other stupid occasion, no one is ever discreet about what they’re doing.
To make it even worse, your favorite coworkers aren’t here tonight. God, you really wish Jennie was working. She wouldn’t mind running interference for you. She’d understand better than anyone, now that you have a real reason to pretend Jeonghan doesn’t exist.
By the time he and his “date” leave for the night, you’ve made up your mind. No matter how flirty he is, no matter how much chemistry you have with him, from now on you’re going to act like he means nothing to you. It’s for the best, honestly. You should have known better than to get involved with a customer, and this was the warning you needed to get your priorities straight. As nice as he was, whatever was going on between you and Jeonghan is over, starting now.
Most days you look forward to the weekend and the well-needed time off that it offers, but this time you spend most of it anxiously awaiting the coming days. It’s not like you’ve ever particularly loved coming to work, but there’s a newfound sense of dread now that you know you might have to talk to Jeonghan again. At one point in time, the idea of seeing him almost would have excited you, but not anymore. Not after last week’s embarrassment.
When you get to Rêverie on Wednesday for your shift, you try to get lost in your work, making way more trips back to the kitchen than necessary. You know you’re lingering too much and probably getting in the way of the chef team, but it’s all you can do to stop yourself from watching the clock, counting down the hours.
Still, nothing you do stops Jeonghan from arriving at his usual time and requesting to be seated at his usual table. Across the room you can see him arguing with the maître d', a new hire that’s barely finished her training, who timidly tries to explain that she isn’t allowed to do that. You haven’t had very many conversations with Mina yet, but you’ve gotta hand it to her, she’s been dedicated to the house rules. It’s just too bad that there isn’t any rule against customers making requests, no matter how annoying they are.
Before you can do anything to help her out Jennie appears at her side, empty tray in hand, and whispers something in her ear before pointing to the booth in your section. She nods, bowing slightly to Jeonghan and reluctantly leading him to the back corner of the restaurant.
Damn. And you’d almost thought that you might get out of this unscathed after all.
He’s alone again, but it’s hard to tell just from a first glance whether he’s expecting company again or not. You’re tempted to feign sick and beg Jennie to take over your section for the rest of the night, but you couldn’t do that to her. She’s busy enough with the tables in her own section. And besides, she’d just end up convincing you to go talk to him anyway, and you’re not in the mood for another pep-talk.
Mentally preparing yourself, you leave the bottle behind this time as you make your best attempt to walk over to his table with your head held high. The rejection from last week still stings a little, and you’re not eager to repeat the encounter by bringing along something unwanted for a second time.
As usual he greets you with a smile, and as usual your stomach fills with butterflies, despite your best efforts to push them down. This little crush on him you’ve developed clearly isn’t going to lead anywhere, you remind yourself. After so many weeks of seeing each other it’s hard to ignore the instinct to crack jokes, flirting at every opportunity, but the air feels different now. You just need to accept that you read the situation wrong, you made a mistake, and it’s time to move on. It’s better to be professional, anyway. Flirting too much with a customer is dangerous in the long run. It’s not worth losing your job over him.
Before you can even think about starting your customer service script, Jeonghan speaks right away, leaving you no room to skirt around the issue. “Why are you ignoring me?”
His voice is smooth like you’re used to, that low sound from deep in his throat that always makes you feel special for some reason, like he’s talking to you and only you. Chewing on your lip, you have to remind yourself that that’s not true. It never was.
In a split second, you have to decide whether to play along with your faux-friendly waiter voice or confront him, but the importance of keeping your job prevents you from doing the latter. Making a scene in public is the last thing you need, on top of everything else. Instead, you internally give yourself permission to be as passive aggressive as you want to him. You’re fairly good at letting it roll right off your back, but working in this industry sometimes you need more than a friendly smile and a good attitude. No, this is the attitude you usually save for rude, entitled, spoiled, rich, bratty assho— well, er, difficult customers. Either way, right now Jeonghan is being one of those “difficult customers”.
So you plaster on an even brighter, even faker smile and stand up straight, your hands folded formally behind your back. “I’m sorry, I don’t know what you mean. Shall we start with drinks, or are we still waiting for the rest of our party to arrive?” That last line is spiteful and comes out more snarky than you mean it to, but you can’t lie that it doesn’t feel good to say, not after the roller coaster of emotions he’s put you through.
“Right.” Jeonghan sighs and nods once, as if he finally understands. At least he has the decency to look a little wounded at your words, but you know by now that it’s an act. “I guess I deserved that.”
He pauses for a second like he’s debating his next words. “No,” he answers finally, tilting his head back to look up at you. God, those eyes. Your stomach flips at the sight of his bashful face, faintly hidden behind his thin, wire-rimmed glasses. “I’m here alone. Last week…” he lets out another long sigh as he pauses. Does he think it’s amusing to have to explain this to you? You want to slap him right across his gorgeous, perfect face.
“That was my boss. She’s retiring. Last week—Wednesday—was her last day, and I’m taking over her position at the company. So we had dinner to celebrate.” He glances down at the table, and if you didn’t know any better you might almost think he was being sheepish. “And she’s happily married, by the way. To her wife. Not me.”
“Oh.”
After a few seconds of silence you realize how dumb you sound, standing there taking in this news. Come on! All you have to say for yourself is ‘oh’? But his explanation actually makes sense, and his honesty catches you so off guard that you can’t think of any other reply.
If he’s humored by your reaction, he doesn’t show it. In fact, the next words out of his mouth are the last thing you’re expecting to hear. “Look, I get how it probably seemed, and that’s my fault. I wasn’t planning on taking her here, but she’d never been and she’d heard me rave about the food so many times before, so…” Jeonghan exhales, nostrils flaring a little bit as he trails off. “I’m sorry. I mean it. I wasn’t trying to give you the wrong impression.”
“And what impression is that?” FInally getting control of your tongue again, you fold your arms over your chest as you stare down at him. A small part of you is proud of yourself, for managing to recover and string together a coherent reply. But deep down, his apology is appreciated. It’s not every day that a man in your life accepts blame, especially when he’s the one who’s been leading you on.
“The impression that I’m not single. And not wondering if you are, too.”
You nearly choke, struggling to process what he’s just said. The worst part is the sincerity in his gaze as he looks at you, how he meets your eyes and doesn’t back down, as if challenging you to keep denying your feelings for him. It’s the most forward he’s ever been in all the times he’s come here, a buildup of weeks of flirtation and shy back-and-forth. The confidence with which he finally acknowledges it, out loud and explicit, gives you a rush you’ve never felt before.
He just continues to sit there staring up at you, waiting expectantly, and suddenly you realize you’ve been silent for way too long. What do you even say to follow up to that?
Afraid of getting too far ahead of yourself, you shift your weight, arms still crossed defensively. “So then what’s the reason you keep coming here so often? The food, or me?”
“Both.” He smirks, pleased with his answer when you pretend to frown at him. “But mostly you. There’s any number of fancy places I could throw money away at in this city, but there’s only one that has you.”
And just like that, you feel yourself melting. It’s a cheesy, overused line, but somehow coming from his mouth it works. It should be studied, the way his voice makes you feel like the most important person in the room.
“Fine. I’ll bite. What is it you want? Besides annoying me every Wednesday night.”
“Well, first of all, I’d like to order my dinner. Still a paying customer, after all.” There’s that grin again, the one that makes you want to strangle him to death and then kiss him afterward. “But I wanna see you after your shift tonight, if you’d let me. Maybe go somewhere. Dessert’s on me.”
You sigh, checking your wristwatch. “I don’t get off for another… three and a half hours. You aren’t really gonna wait here that long, are you?”
“I’d wait forever for you, beautiful. Told you I was a patient guy.”
You pretend to make a gagging sound, but he only grins at your reaction. You have to admit, he’s kind of endearing. “We have other customers, you know. You’re taking up space.”
“I’ll leave a nice tip, don’t worry,” he chuckles, not a bit offended. “Maybe I’ll demand to see the manager so I can tell them how good the service was. Do you think that’d win me some points?”
“Alright, alright! I’ll decide whether I’m feeling up to it or not once I get off. I’ve been here all day already. That’s all I’m gonna promise.”
Jeonghan flashes a smug smile as he crosses his arms, a casual gesture, but it emphasizes the broadness of his shoulders. “I’ll take what I can get.” He gestures with his head, nodding towards another party a few tables away who are making it extremely obvious that they’re looking for somebody to give them a drink refill. “Hey, go finish your shift. Just don’t forget about me.”
You roll your eyes, but he shoots you a wink as you walk away. As you turn towards the next table, you prepare your customer-service voice once more, but inside you couldn’t be happier with the way things played out. Well, maybe if he had tried to make a move sooner then it would’ve saved you a weekend of heartbreak, but you have to admit that you’re partially at fault for not saying something earlier too.
As promised, three hours later Jeonghan remains glued to his seat, nursing a cup of coffee.
The rest of the evening seemed to fly by, without any problems — except for the strange looks from your coworkers, and the new maître d' who’d asked a couple times if you wanted her to find Joshua for help getting rid of the guy, thinking he was harassing you. It was a fair assumption, especially considering how many times he’d waved you over to his table to chat with him it might as well be harassment, but you assured her you didn’t need help.
Finally you finish checking out the last party in your section, and you’ve never been more grateful not to be closing tonight. If you had to do all your regular work on top of cleaning and sweeping and helping prep for tomorrow then there’d be no chance of you having enough energy to meet Jeonghan afterwards, but whoever had created the schedule this week must’ve been on your side. Jennie’s the one working the closing shift for tonight, so you make a mental note to text her later to fill her in.
Making eye contact with him from across the room, you look at your watch and then tip your head towards the exit, and he scrambles to stand up, shrugging on his coat. You disappear through the doors marked ‘employees only’ for a moment to grab your belongings, balling up your apron and throwing your purse over your shoulder. When you re-emerge you find him waiting at the entryway of the restaurant, resting his arm on the counter as he chats with Mina. You wave and give her a brief good night, and her eyes dart to Jeonghan for a second before returning the goodbye, a subtle pink creeping into her cheeks.
Though the restaurant is still open for a few more hours, the parking lot is sparse at this hour and it doesn’t take long to find your car. Jeonghan walks with you, standing beside your parking spot with his hands tucked into the pockets of his slacks.
“So were you thinking your place, or mine?”
You turn and scoff at him, raising an eyebrow as you begin to fish around in your purse for your keys. “I never agreed to that. I don’t sleep around on the first date.”
Jeonghan smirks. “Who says this is our first date? In fact, this is our…” He counts on his fingers one by one, tallying them off as he speaks. “… ninth. The first date I had pork belly, the second one I had the seafood platter, then the third one—”
You smack his arm. “You call that a date? I don’t think it counts as taking me out to dinner if I’m the one serving it to you.”
“Then let me serve you this time.” He grins mischievously, his eyes darkened with lust. “Is that fair enough?” His hands settle on your waist, and the weight of his touch makes you shiver.
“Only if you promise to take me on a real date next time.”
“I’ll take that deal.” He grins. “Actually, I was going to wait to ask you out until I’d tried the whole menu. Just to make sure I took you somewhere that was up to your standards. Since you’re the food expert here.”
You snort. “Well then, no wonder it took you three months to do something. We do have a pretty big menu.”
He runs his tongue along his teeth, making a thoughtful little sound. “You know, there’s still something I haven’t tried yet…”
His eyes remain fixed on you, but there’s something darker in his gaze as he stares deep into your eyes and slips his hand behind the base of your neck, intentionally slow to give you a chance to push him away. When you don’t move, the corner of his mouth quirks up in a satisfied smirk, and he finally closes the distance and presses his lips against yours. Reciprocating comes naturally to you, and you easily adapt to welcome his kiss, lips moving together in tandem with his.
You feel the pressure from his fingertips increase as he grips your head a little harder, guiding you against him and pulling you in closer. With a little gasp you finally wrap your arms around his body, and you feel him smile into the kiss at your touch. You can tell from the way he devours you how experienced he is and how cocky that makes him, and although the last thing you want to do is stroke his ego, he’s admittedly really good at it. The way he takes control is effortless, dominating the kiss and moving you in exactly the way that makes you feel good without even having to think about it yourself.
His hand on the back of your neck adjusts to explore your head, and you kiss him deeper as his fingers start to trail upwards to tangle in your hair. When his nails dig into your scalp and you let out a whimper into his mouth, he reluctantly pulls back to let you breathe for a second, but you quickly shake your head and try to chase his lips. “More—”
“More?” He quirks up an eyebrow tauntingly, and it’s so attractive it makes you want to smack him again. If this were anyone else you wouldn’t change your mind so quickly, but you’ve been holding back from him for so long that you don’t care even if it breaks your made-up dating rules. “Mm… I see. Well then, if that’s the case, are you really gonna make me ask again?” He pauses, watching the confusion register on your face as he looks on with raw, burning pleasure. “Don’t deny yourself. Answer me this time, darling. Your place or mine?”
“Whatever you want, it doesn’t make a difference to me.” You swallow thickly as you wipe at your bottom lip with your thumb, a futile attempt to fix your lipstick that you’re certain is now smudged beyond repair. Slowly your senses return to you, and you remember where you are: pressed against the side door of your car under a streetlamp. “Wait, but— my car…”
He points to the only other car nearby, a little black Corvette parked sitting quietly across the lot. You’d never thought to wonder what kind of car he drives, but somehow you aren’t surprised. The model seems to fit him. “We could take mine tonight. I’ll drive you back here to pick yours up tomorrow.”
You scoff, but it doesn’t have as much bite in it as it did before. “Tomorrow? You seem pretty confident that you’re getting laid.”
The corner of his mouth turns up in a cocky little smile. “I don’t like to be indirect with what I want. Waste of time, in my opinion. You know what I’m asking. If you want to dance around it, I’m not going to force you.” Jeonghan takes a step back from your car, but there’s a hint of smugness in his expression that says he already knows exactly what you’re thinking. “You know what? I’m sure you’ve had a busy evening, working on your feet all night. You should go home. I won’t keep you.”
He takes another half step backwards, and before you can stop yourself a pathetic little whimper tears from your throat as you move to follow him. It instantly makes you cringe how needy you sound, but he seems to only take satisfaction from your reaction as your hand shoots out to grab his wrist. “No. Hold on. I…”
You sigh, finally admitting defeat. Teasing and dropping subtle hints has always been your style, but he’s managed to break you down and have you begging for him in the span of a few hours. It frustrates you to no end, but it’s also kind of turning you on. This clingy, desperate feeling in your chest is new to you, almost queasy from how badly you want more of his attention.
You’ve never felt this way with your past relationships, always coming to an end too soon because of how quickly your attachment faded. The red-flag alarm in your head should probably be screaming at you right now, but the nonchalant way he brushes you off and the simultaneous determination in his gaze only makes your heart flutter. He doesn’t hide that he wants you — the look in his eyes alone is enough to tell you that — but at the same time he acts like he couldn’t care less whether you reciprocate or not. And something about that works for you.
Something deep inside, something primal in you, wants him to care. You need him to crave you; you want to make him beg, too. You want to fluster him so bad that he caves, like you did, and just gives in and takes what he so clearly desires. The embarrassment from your own reaction has faded into something more passionate, a competitive yearning to make him feel this pathetic, depraved desperation the way you do. He may think he’s winning, but you’re not going to be satisfied until you’re not the only loser in this game.
His expression is still as smug as ever, but he stands there patient as promised, waiting with your fingers wrapped around his wrist. It’s a strange feeling to swallow your pride and go along with his games, but you’re sure that if you play your cards right this night will go the way you want.
You clear your throat and ease your hand away from his arm, though it pains you a little to let go of him. His skin is soft under your fingertips, with subtle hints of firm muscle hidden by his lanky frame, and you want to keep touching him. You need to keep touching him, to explore every inch of his body and find all of his pressure points, to discover every spot that makes him weak and—
“Did you want to say something?” Jeonghan coaxes, cutting off your rapidly derailing train of thought, and even though he pisses you off you’re grateful for the snap back to reality.
“Yeah,” you finally manage, and force your gaze upward to meet his eyes—those piercing brown eyes that you’ve found staring at you from across the restaurant, week after week. In public he was always subdued, a little flirtatious but always respectful, lingering only just long enough to make sure you noticed but never anything more. But the look in his eyes now is completely different, like he wants you to start tearing his clothes off right here in the parking lot. Pursing your lips, you give him a smirk of your own, and you relish in the way his gaze darkens in response.
“How close is your place?”
Before the door of his penthouse is even fully shut, you’re shoving Jeonghan backwards against his kitchen counter as your lips connect again, your moans mixing together and echoing off the walls throughout the wide open room.
“Oh, I like this.” He flashes a toothy grin before diving back in, equally as passionate. That smirk again; you swear, if he gives you that stupid cocky look one more time, you might slap him. But then his slender fingers cup your chin to draw you closer to his mouth, and the light pressure of his fingertips on your cheeks makes your head spin, making you forget all about how easily he manages to get under your skin. For a split second the thought occurs that those hands would probably look gorgeous wrapped around your throat, but your brain is moving about a million miles per minute and it isn’t long before another, hornier thought replaces it.
You barely even notice him leading you out of the kitchen, step by step pulling you with him into the living room, until you feel your calves hit the back of something firm. You break away just for a moment to look down at his couch, and he gently presses down on your shoulders to guide you to sit.
He starts unbuttoning his shirt, and you take the hint and quickly begin stripping off your own top as well. Once you’re seated on the couch he sinks to the carpet in front of you, nudging your legs apart to kneel between them and unbutton your pants. Again you’re transfixed by his fingers as he works: the bulging veins that trail across the back of his hand down toward his wrist, his neatly trimmed fingernails. You get so lost in watching the way his knuckles flex that you only belatedly realize what he’s doing once he shimmies your pants down your legs and adjusts his position to press his face between your legs.
“What are you…?”
“I said I was gonna serve you, didn’t I, darling?” Jeonghan finally shrugs his shirt all the way off, revealing an expanse of soft pale skin. But you don’t have time to focus on admiring his body before he leans in close to your inner thigh, his eyes taking in everything in sight with obvious delight.
He leaves an open-mouthed kiss on your clit through the fabric, and you feel a new wave of slick pooling in response. You don’t even need to see for yourself to know that you’re absolutely soaked. He trails his fingers up your slit, pressing against the fabric to feel your warmth. You’re positive that he can feel your cunt pulsing, leaving two fingers tauntingly between your legs to keep you on edge. When he finally pulls his hand away after teasing you for what feels like hours, the pads of his fingertips are already damp just from touching you through your panties.
Jeonghan hooks a finger around the waistband of your panties on each side of your hips and tugs them away. He moves unbearably slowly to the point where you’re nearly about to start crying and begging him to do something, anything, to you.
But thankfully, he doesn’t make you wait much longer. Once your lower half is completely naked, he groans at the sight of you and leans in even closer. The tip of his nose brushes against your inner thigh, and his breath is burning hot against your skin as he whispers into you. “You know how long I’ve been thinking about this? Dreaming about eating this perfect fucking pussy? How hungry I’ve been for you?”
You moan and let out a hiss, arching your back off the couch as he pushes your legs apart even more forcefully. He still hasn’t done anything yet, and you don’t know how much more of this you can take.
“Jeonghan!” you whine, scrunching your nose as you concentrate. “Please…”
That smirk returns once again, but it doesn’t linger like it usually does, quickly replaced with a look of desperate lust. “You sound so sexy when you say my name. So much better than I imagined.” He presses his face into your pussy with a pleased sigh, mumbling into your lips. “Wonder if you taste better than I imagined, too.”
And without another second of hesitation, he pulls your clit into his mouth, sucking hard. Instinctively your legs tense and try to close around his head, but his hands are surprisingly strong as he keeps you held open for him to feast on. Jeonghan flattens his tongue against your pussy, curling it to scoop through your folds and collect as much of your slick as he can, then begins to flick it up and down across your clit. If you thought he was good at kissing, then holy fuck, he’s even better at this. Within mere seconds his tongue has you seeing stars, and it’s impossible to keep your mouth shut to stop the endless stream of pathetic noises leaving you.
His hair tickles the top of your stomach as he moves back and forth, and you reach down with one shaking hand to brush it back from his forehead, but it just flops right back down again. He dislodges his mouth from your pussy for long enough to croak out, “Please, baby. Pull my hair. Make me do whatever you want. Wanna make you feel good.”
It takes a minute for his words to register, because he says them in such a whiny, pleading voice that you don’t immediately recognize it as coming from him. You’re so used to the confident, suave voice he uses in public that the man currently devouring your pussy seems like a completely different person.
You scramble to comply, threading your fingers through his hair and giving his scalp a gentle tug. Instantly his jaw goes slack against your core, letting out a frustrated but very pleased sounding groan. “Fuck, yeah, just like that,” he says, and it’s the last thing you hear before he goes back in for more.
You know you’re done for once he introduces his fingers into the mix. Keeping his lips pursed around your clit, he prods gently at your entrance with his middle and ring finger, shallowly thrusting up to his first knuckle. It takes a few seconds to adjust, but when he feels you relax and loosen up he pushes deeper, until both fingers are fully engulfed inside you. He continues slowly thrusting until he’s satisfied with the lack of resistance, then adds a curling motion each time he pulls his fingers out. If you were a religious woman, you’d swear you were about to meet God.
The stimulation is both too much and not enough at the same time, no matter how desperately you try to rock your hips in rhythm with his tongue. But you can feel it building, getting closer and closer to reaching a peak you can’t come back from, and you know it won’t take much more before you make a mess on his face. As if he knows your orgasms like a sixth sense, his motions become a tiny bit more intense, his tongue pointed more purposefully at your clit and his fingers thrusting just a tiny bit faster. And finally, like a dam breaking loose after a storm, you’re gone.
Your release is loud. Shaking, panting, sweating, and swearing, your hips move on their own to frantically grind against his face in a reckless haze, chasing the high that seems to stretch on and on and on. Jeonghan just sits there and takes it all, sopping up the flood of your slick with his tongue like a starved man as you yank on his hair even harder than before, desperate to keep his mouth in contact with your pussy through the duration of your orgasm.
After what feels like a full minute of cumming, your clit is still throbbing like crazy, your thighs feel like Jell-O, and your toes are cramping a little, but you would be lying if you said that wasn’t the best head you’ve ever received in your entire life. Man, he wasn’t kidding when he said he wanted to serve, that’s for sure. It’s way too early to be catching feelings, but all of a sudden there’s a fervent, burning desire in your chest to not let him go. You’ve never admitted to being a jealous person, but the tiny inkling of possessiveness that you feel now mirrors how you’d felt when he showed up to the restaurant last week with someone else.
With legs still trembling you manage to stand up, pulling him up by his shirt collar and shoving him down onto the couch in the same spot you’d just been sitting. Your lower half feels like pure TV static, but you eventually get your knees onto the edge of the cushion and clamber onto the couch, sinking down to straddle your aching pussy over his lap. You slip your hand down between your bodies to palm his bulge, and he rewards you with a loud, choked moan.
“Greedy thing, aren’t you? You want my cock that badly, angel?”
Jeonghan smirks, and you’re so wound up from the lingering effects of your orgasm that this time you actually do slap him, your hand darting out across his cheek out of instinct. Not hard or meant to hurt him, just a light playful smack, but it’s still enough to make a sound. Immediately your face falls in shock, and you open your mouth to start profusely apologizing for crossing a line. How could you get so caught up in the moment like that? But before you even have a chance to be embarrassed, he just smiles even wider.
He grabs your wrist, which still hovers awkwardly in the air between your bodies, and brings it to his lips to kiss your palm, moaning against your hand. “God, that was hot. Do that again once I’m inside you.”
His gentle lips tickle your skin, and a shudder runs through your body as he bites playfully. He glances up at you through his lashes, an almost taunting look on his face, and it might be the sexiest thing you’ve ever seen in your entire life.
Keeping eye contact you slip your other hand back down to his crotch, fumbling with the button on his pants, and he lets go of your hand to let it join the other so you can undo it faster. All the while he just sits comfortably in his seat, letting you do all the work as he watches, enamored. His head rests against the back of the couch, his neck on full display, and his Adam’s apple bobs in his throat when he lets out a little chuckle of satisfaction. He doesn’t even say anything, but his reaction is enough praise to make your cunt pulse, a warm and pleased feeling erupting in your chest from the positive attention.
You finally manage to undo his pants, and wordlessly he lifts his hips to help you push them down past his knees, freeing his hard cock to rest lazily against his stomach. He spreads his legs wider beneath you, sinking deeper into the couch cushions as he slouches down to give you a better angle. The faint grooves of his abs make your mouth water, but as much as you’d like to spend hours running your tongue along every miniscule crevice of his body, there’s more important matters on your agenda right now. Pressing your hands against his chest instead, you rake your nails gently across his skin, and he shivers a little at the feeling as he begins to stroke his cock.
After a few seconds he lets out a shuddering sigh and releases his hand, and his cock stands at attention between your bodies, flushed and strained with need. He moves his hands to your waist, tapping his fingers against you to signal you to sit up. You lift up onto your knees above him and reach beneath you to wrap your hand around him, and he lets out an involuntary little whimper at the contact that makes you smirk. Giving him a couple strokes of your own, you guide the head of his cock between your folds before pushing him inside, both of you groaning in pleasure as you sink down onto his length.
Jeonghan allows you a few seconds to adjust, breathing heavily as that wonderful feeling of fullness washes over you. Without thinking you begin to rock your hips, not moving up and down but simply rolling them forward and backward, grinding against him with his cock buried firmly inside of you. You can feel the tip pressing a little bit deeper with each movement as you start to relax, your walls throbbing and fluttering around him.
For now he’s content to sit back and let you play with him however you want while he lies beneath you, enjoying the view. Each rotation of your hips pushes your chest closer to him, your hard nipples sitting tauntingly at his eye level. You lean forward to hold onto the couch behind him for leverage, pressing your breasts even further into his face, and he smirks up at you in response.
After a minute he lifts his hips a few inches off the couch, experimentally thrusting into you. It’s not much, but it’s still more than enough to take your breath away when you realize how deep he can hit. Your whimper makes him grin as he feels your walls clench around him like a vise, as if trying to pull him in even more.
“Sensitive, hmm?” he coos, though it comes off as more teasing than sincere. You purse your lips into a pout, nodding, but you don’t change your movement. “Still feels good though?”
Instead of replying you lean down and crash your mouth against his once more, starting to lift your hips in a shallow up-and-down motion to test the waters. His cock is still almost all the way buried inside you, only letting an inch slip out before pushing back in, just a hint of extra stimulation.
Your nose is pressed awkwardly into his cheek as you kiss him furiously, but it’s the last thing on your mind as his hands grip your waist more firmly, helping give you a little bit more leverage to continue the slow, rolling movements. His tongue nudges against yours, your lips opening to welcome him.
One thrust hits particularly deep in a particularly sensitive spot deep in your cunt, and you have to pull away quickly for a second to exhale a drawn-out moan before filling your lungs with fresh air. But in that moment, without warning Jeonghan pushes his hips up into the air, bouncing you on his lap, and the force of his thrust cuts off your sound, trailing off into a broken whimper mid-way through. His fingers squeeze your waist harder, digging into your muscles before sliding down to grip your ass for a better angle. It knocks the breath out of you, your core tightening around him.
The rhythm he sets is difficult to keep up with, but luckily for you it doesn’t seem like he expects much effort on your part. All you have to do is sit there on his lap, pliant and relaxed, and let him fuck into you as hard as he wants. His hands supporting your ass are firm, and you can see the strain flexing in his lean biceps as he holds you up. The angle still puts your tits directly in front of his face but he’s staring up into your eyes, his eye contact unflinching as he pants for breath with parted lips.
“Look at you,” he huffs, his voice thick and rough, just loud enough to be heard over the wet sounds of skin slapping against skin. “So tight. God, you’re so beautiful, riding me just like that. Wanna stay buried in this pussy forever.”
Despite the unfiltered praise he’s giving that makes your stomach twist with butterflies, there’s still that hint of teasing in his words: too genuine to be sarcastic, but at the same time too smug to be completely heartfelt and without ulterior motive. Either way, you can’t deny how good it feels to be worshipped so openly like this, especially by him.
The change in Jeonghan’s attitude doesn’t escape your notice; the way he’s gotten more and more dominant as the night goes on, but somehow at the same time less dominant too. It’s a refreshing change of pace, how naturally your dynamic shifts back and forth at will. His lack of expectations soothes something deep inside you that you weren’t aware needed to be soothed; his easy disposition that lets you take control when you want it and give it back when you don’t. Maybe it’s because he can read you so well, or maybe it’s because he can’t. Either way, his effortless ability to switch between roles is something you didn’t know you were missing in your life, and it makes his actions all the more intense and exciting and unpredictable.
Your throat tightens as you feel the early waves of another orgasm beginning to crash into you, but you can’t get the words out to warn him before one more well-timed thrust sends you hurtling over the edge. You fall forward, catching yourself on his shoulders and gripping him so hard it’s got to hurt, but he says nothing but praises as you cum with your thumbs digging into his collarbone.
“That’s a good girl, keep going. You feel so fucking good, angel. Let me have it, all of it. C’mon— yeah, right there, there you go.”
When the initial shock fades, the high from your second orgasm subsides even more slowly than the first time. You’re still struggling to deal with the effects yourself when Jeonghan frantically pulls you off of his lap, his cock haphazardly recoiling against your stomach as milky white spurts leak from his tip. His eyes are wrenched shut in bliss, his mouth hanging open and his hands squeezing your ass even harder.
Somewhere deep in the recesses of your memory, you make a note that Jeonghan whimpers when he cums. It’s such a beautiful, passionate, strangled sound, and you never want to forget it.
A few moments of silence pass, the room quiet except for the sound of you both heavily panting for breath. Jeonghan finally opens his eyes again, his gaze unfocused for a second before it lands on you, and he breaks out into a smile. A real one this time, not his usual arrogant smirk or teasing grin. He lets out a long, slow, pleased hum and releases his grip on you, sliding to rest on top of your thighs instead.
“Wanna take a shower with me?”
After an hour (maybe a lot longer than an hour…) you’re clean and comfortable and content, both of you lying naked in his bed together. It hadn’t been difficult for him to convince you to stay over for the night and let him spoil you a little more. You’d pretended to be on the fence about whether or not to stay, just to tease him, but his promise to make you breakfast is what had finally won you over.
A half-empty bottle of Dom Perignon rests on the bed between you both, wedged against a couple of pillows. With the sheets messily tossed over your lower half, you balance your glass on your lap as you sit leaned up against the headboard of his bed.
When you’d confessed earlier that you’d never actually tried his favorite brand yourself, despite how often you have to serve it at work, he’d immediately hopped out of the shower to bring you a bottle. His effort was admirable, making a whole show out of uncorking it and pretending to be your waiter, before subsequently spilling most of it on his bathroom floor.
Now, Jeonghan sits propped up on one elbow, holding his own glass of champagne in one hand while resting the other across your hip. You didn’t initially label him as being a touchy-feely kind of guy, but the way he hasn’t let you out of his sight all night has been kind of endearing. Maybe you’re both clingier than you thought.
You sigh, exhausted but relaxed, and take another sip from your flute. “I guess you’re right. This is totally better than the cheap stuff.”
He lets out a tipsy little giggle, grabbing the bottle and pouring the rest of it into your glass to top it off. “I told you, I know my wines. Only the best for you. That’s why I always ordered it.”
You roll your eyes, but you don’t argue with him. By now, you believe he really does mean all the cheesy crap he says. He did promise to actually take you on a real date next weekend, not a “stalking you at your workplace” kind of date. Maybe it’s just the champagne talking, but after tonight, his sincerity about has put a warm, fizzy feeling in your stomach. (But then again, that might be the champagne.)
Either way, you’re not denying your feelings anymore, and neither is he.
“Cheers,” he says after a minute of content silence, holding up his glass in front of him. The look in his eyes mirrors your own, something bright and soft and happy that makes your heart flutter.
“What are we cheers-ing to?” you laugh.
“Hm. Well…” He pauses and bites his lip.
It’s been too long since you last kissed him, you think to yourself as you wait for his answer, watching him absently pull his bottom lip between his teeth. You need to change that.
“To good food and good sex. Both of which you can provide.”
You grin back at him and raise your glass to clink against his. “Sure. To the finer things in life.”
this is the first fic i've been able to finish after a long hiatus and i'm genuinely so proud of how it turned out, so i truly hope you enjoyed reading!!
if you did please reblog with your thoughts, or leave a comment or send an ask! reblogs are legit what makes tumblr work: it shows me that people are interested in this content, and knowing people liked it makes me more inspired to write more! i put a TON of time, love, and effort into my fics, so feedback is really appreciated and motivates me to keep posting :) thanks for reading!!
synopsis: a night in a random jazz bar in seoul leads to an alluring encounter with yoon jeonghan. a steamy night spent with him sparks a deep desire he could never get over. he finds you mysterious, sexy, unforgettable, and would do whatever it takes to see you again.
when you encounter him again, it happens at a hospital—with him as your patient, and you as his anaesthesiologist.
pairing: jeonghan x anaesthesiologist! f! reader
content: non-idol au, strangers to lovers, smut (MDNI), p with basically no plot, fluff, oneshot
word count: ~7k
rating: 18+
warnings under the cut!
— likes, reblogs and comments are greatly appreciated!
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warnings: short story, one night stand, tipsy/drunk sex (they’re both drunk), mentions of alcohol (a lot), pet names (sweetheart, angel, pretty), cursing, fingering, very very brief oral (m. receiving), protected piv sex, penetrative sex, riding, jeonghan remains nameless for the first part of the story but we all know it’s him, obsessive jeonghan? but not creepy obsessive, he just wants to see you again (desperately), jeonghan makes a few dirty jokes, one scene inspired by kdrama mr. plankton, jeonghan lowkey clingy, implied sex, haven't proofread so there may be some mistakes
a/n: can i just say that jeonghan’s sex appeal is just absolutely insane? like he just exudes so much sensual energy it genuinely drives me insane (i know this is an insane thing to say but this is tumblr so i know y’all won’t care).
anyways, i wrote this story trying to convey that energy he gives off, and make the overall vibe as mysterious and alluring as possible. couldn’t stop thinking about him so i mainly just wrote this for myself.
another thing: this is just a short story i wanted to release in the meantime before writing up any of my longish ones. it’s not my best work and i am aware.
hope you enjoy tho ~
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Friday nights in Seoul usually went one of two ways. Depending on your mood, you would either be up in your apartment reading a book, or in a random bar in the heart of the capital clinking champagne glasses with your friends.
Tonight, you actually did both.
Your original plan was to quietly wind down after a particularly long shift at the hospital. You couldn’t name anything better to do than to sit on your bed with a romance book in one hand and a cup of steaming tea in the other.
While your eyes were carefully tracing along the words on the crisp white paper, a ringing tone suddenly resounded throughout your bedroom. You didn’t move to pick it up. You simply peered over your book, wanting to see whether the phone call was worth picking up or not.
Mina is calling…
An audible sigh left your mouth. You knew exactly what she was going to ask. You pondered for a moment whether to answer the call or leave it to ring and make up an excuse later.
The longer you waited, though, the more irritating the ringing sounds got. Defeated, you roughly grabbed the vibrating device and clicked accept.
“Hello?” Your voice was quiet, much like your current state of mind.
“Hi babe. Do you wanna join Haeun and I for some drinks?” Mina’s voice was barely heard over the obnoxiously loud saxophone playing in the background. You could immediately tell that she was out in a bar. Whether you wanted to join her though, was something you would have to deeply consider.
“Uh…” You trailed off, your mind conflicted.
Truthfully, you were barely following along the storyline of the book you were reading. You weren’t sure if it was a side effect of today’s long shift or if the story was simply uninteresting, but you couldn’t lose yourself in it like you usually did whenever you read.
But the thought of leaving the comfort of your own den to be in the presence of other people made you a little dizzy. You were around enough people today to want to do that again. You were usually the type of person to hit up a bar only when you were in an energetically good mood. Tonight was certainly not one of those days.
But oddly enough, drinking sparkly champagne and basking in slow and soulful jazz had its own special charm, and the thought of it was tempting you to jump out of your bed and throw on a pretty dress.
“It’s such a vibe here. Music’s great and so are the people.” She added, making you even more conflicted.
Between a pros and cons list written in your head and an internal battle you fought with yourself, you quickly stood up from your bed, your hand carefully setting down the warm mug on your bedside table.
“Text me the location. I’ll be there in an hour.”
“Atta girl.” Mina laughed, before hanging up the call.
You didn’t give yourself time to regret your decision. You walked over into your closet, your eyes gingerly skimming over your options for attire. You were in the middle of processing various different outfits inside your mind when a certain piece fell into your line of vision.
You carefully inspected it. It was a new dress you had purchased around two months ago. You bought it with the original hope of wearing it to a lively party, but you completely forgot about it and left it in your closet to collect dust. You couldn’t owe it to anything besides your hectically busy schedule keeping you too occupied to think about enjoying yourself.
It was a long-sleeved black lace dress, riskily backless with a square neckline and a length just shy of grazing your ankles. It was truly a mesmerising piece, and just looking at it now made you remember exactly why you purchased it in the first place. You gently grabbed it from the rack and took it back out into your bedroom, placing it down onto your bed.
Your books and tea were long forgotten now, your initial evening plan replaced with a new one. Your mind busily spun with eagerness to enjoy yourself tonight, you wanted nothing more than to get lost in music and expensive alcohol.
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The venue buzzed with life and spirit. You were immediately greeted with deeply rhythmic and soothing tunes, peaceful yet gracefully resonant. The bar was small enough to feel cozy, but large enough to fit crowds. The lighting was dark and chic, yet bright enough for you to easily scan the faces within. Your eyes looked for the faces of your friends, weaving through the crowd of slow dancing bodies.
When their presence caught your eye, you slipped past the dancers, ignoring the way you felt almost a million pairs of eyes boring into your soul. You knew the attention would come with wearing such a ravishing dress. You also knew that you weren’t naive enough to mistake the hunger in their eyes for something akin to love or genuine affection.
When you reached the table your friends were seated at, a smile graced your face when you saw their faces.
“Girl! You look amazing.” Mina exclaimed, standing up to hug you tightly in her arms. Haeun stood up the same, her face accompanied by a genuine smile.
“You look stunning. That dress is a killer.” Haeun commented, looking at you up and down with a smirk. You threw your head back with a sweet laugh, before letting Mina go to grab onto Haeun.
“Says you guys? Show me the back.” You smiled, laughing softly as you watched your friends do a twirl. The next thirty seconds were occupied with a vicious compliment battle, and it only ended when the three of you sat down after Mina shared news of a fight she had with her now ex-boyfriend.
The three of you were deeply engaged with the conversation, occasionally stopping to sip on red wine or sparkling champagne.
As you delicately held the champagne flute up to your lips, you noticed a sharp gaze watching you from afar. His stare never wavered, and it sent a shiver down your spine. Not out of fear, but out of pure captivation.
He lazily leaned back against the wall, wine glass held lightly between his long fingers. His hair was short, dark and tussled, a few pieces landing loosely over his forehead. His lips appeared plump and full as they wrapped sensually around the glass. His eyes were round yet his gaze was hooded, his pupils dark as he never looked away. Neither did you.
There was something about him that was so alluring, tempting, hypnotising. You didn’t know if it was his face that gave off that impression, or the way that he carried himself. But one thing you knew for sure: if you didn’t look away from him right now, you would be in deep trouble by the end of the night.
You snapped out of the short-lived trance and turned your attention back to your friends, your brain re-registering the familiar conversation you accidentally strayed away from.
You ignored his continuous gaze, but you couldn’t ignore the way you felt the air shift. The room suddenly felt too small. The air suddenly felt too warm. You hoped that it was the buzz of the alcohol in your system, and not because of the way the tempting stranger watched you like he wanted to eat you alive.
You kept your composure, not wanting to show you got affected by some random stranger’s attention. You were better than that. You weren’t one to associate yourself closely with people you didn’t know the names of. But something in you was inviting you to enter the vicinity of the stranger, speak to him, kiss him, and do anything that would ease the ache between your legs and the thumping of your heart.
You cleared your throat. You quietly excused yourself from the conversation, heading over to the bartender to order yourself another drink. You needed it to kill the thoughts in your head. Though, you wondered if it was the alcohol that was making you think this way in the first place. An audible sigh left your mouth as you sat down on the stool.
“One martini, please.” You requested, pulling out your card to pay. Before the bartender was able to take it from you, another card appeared before your eyes.
“Add a whiskey onto that.” A smooth, velvety voice resounded from beside you, as the bartender nodded and took the card from his hand. You turned your head toward him, knowing full well it was going to be that handsome man. When your eyes peered into his mildly familiar dark ones, a light chuckle left your mouth.
“I had a feeling you would appear like this.” You replied, voice steady.
“Should I have made a grander entrance?” He teased, leaning his arm against the counter. The corners of your lips lifted ever so slightly.
“I think I would’ve appreciated a little more effort.” You returned the teasing tone, your posture steady but relaxed in your seat.
He placed his arm on the back of your stool as he brought himself closer to you.
“I’ll keep that in mind for next time.” His smile was smug. You could hear the intention behind his words. Surprisingly, though, it didn’t revolt you a bit. In all honesty, you enjoyed it.
“And when will that next time be?” You leaned your chin into your palm, your lashes batting prettily at him. He shifted in his seat, the action so mild you barely caught it. A small smirk made its way to his lips.
“Whenever you want, pretty.” His nickname made you grow hot all over. You tried to not make it obvious that you were nervous.
When the bartender brought out the drinks, you quietly sipped on your martini, the strong, bitter liquid oozing down your throat. You hoped the feeling would temporarily distract you from the tense air.
“So, what brings you here?” He broke the silence, swirling his thick glass gently.
A soft chuckle left your mouth.
“The same reason why everyone else is here.” You sighed, your fingers fidgeting over the counter.
He raised an eyebrow.
“To get wasted?” The sound of your laugh made his heart pinch. He had never heard such a beautiful sound.
“To forget about life.” Your words were vague. You made it that way. You didn’t feel the need to say anything more. Especially to a stranger.
He hummed at your words, his eyes carefully watching the side of your face. You felt yourself burn under his unreadable gaze. You wondered if that was the effect he had on everyone.
“How long are you going to keep staring at me like that for?” You turned your head toward him, a teasing smile playing on your face. His expression didn’t change.
“Until you tell me to stop, sweetheart.” He brought the golden whiskey to his lips, eye contact not faltering for even a moment. Something about it felt so intimate. Your breath hitched when he gently tucked your hair behind your ear. His fingers lingered just a little too long near your face, its movements catching every bit of your attention.
“Until you tell me to stop.” He repeated, his voice dialed down to a soft whisper.
“What if I tell you to keep going?” You asked, voice hushed and sensual.
“Then I’ll do just that.” He whispered, his hand landing gently on your thigh, fingers casually caressing your lace covered thigh. Your heart drummed wildly in your chest.
“And if I tell you to do more?” You pushed, hand barely touching his, wide eyes staring attentively into his. He immediately stopped caressing your thigh. His fingers grabbed onto yours lightly, a smug smile forming on his face.
“Fuck, you’re unreal.” He swore under his breath, and for the first time tonight, he looked away from your face. You giggled at his reaction.
Once he composed himself, he stood up from his seat, bringing you up with him. It was only now that you realised just how devastatingly attractive his build was. Lean and tall, posture straight and outfit undeniably striking. He looked like a dream.
His hand, still held onto yours, pulled you in close. You didn’t miss the way the strong, masculine scent of his cologne infiltrated your nose. He smelt clean, powerful, intoxicating. It made you feel instantly dizzy.
“My place or yours, angel?” He whispered, mouth dangerously close to your ear. It sent a deep shiver down your spine.
In response, you poked your finger lightly into his chest, a playful smile on your face.
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The drive back to his home was something you could barely recall. One second, you were flirting with him in a bar, and the next, and you were slowly making out with him at the entrance of his dimly lit apartment. You didn’t even get a chancd to tour his place. Not that it was high on your priority list, but still.
Lips clashed and tongues collided the moment you stepped past the door, his hands on your body immediately. It started off slow and sensual, with the way his hands gently grabbed your face to bring you closer to him than possible, and the way you wrapped your arms around his neck to kiss him deeper.
His soft lips sucked on your own, his whiskey coated tongue delicately exploring the inside of your mouth. You moaned sensually when he lightly grabbed your ass, the sound something he could never forget for a lifetime. He tasted so sweet, and he smelled so masculine it was driving you insane.
You pulled his body closer to you, pushing up against his chest. He groaned when he felt your breasts rub up against him, his cock immediately twitching in his pants.
He slowly pulled away, his eyes never leaving yours for even a moment. You felt your knees weaken under his gaze. You had to hold onto him tighter for support, making him groan quietly.
“Fuck, you’re an absolute goddess.” He whispered before picking you up. Your legs wrapped around his torso immediately, head falling back with a whine when he began sucking on your bare, exposed neck.
He walked towards a certain direction, hands tightly gripping your ass and mouth never leaving your neck.
When he entered his bedroom, he laid you down gently on the bed, his hands holding himself up over you. When he kissed you again, it was passionate, deep and desperate.
Your hands began to make its way to his chest, fingers clumsily trying to undo his collared button up. When you eventually pulled off his shirt, it exposed his bare chest, making your face warm inexplicably at the sight. Your hands flattened against his pecs, his skin painfully warm beneath your palm.
He kissed you again, making you moan into his mouth. His hands groped your chest harshly before he began slipping your lacy attire off. When he noticed the black lace lingerie that perfectly hugged your figure, he groaned. Deeply.
“Fucking hell.” His words made a wave of arousal shoot through your body. You shivered under him, eyes staring sensually into his. When he completely slipped your dress off, his eyes never left your figure, hissing like it was painful that you looked so soft, dreamy and utterly beautiful.
You stared at him dazed until he slipped your underwear off and slid a single finger inside. A soft whimper left your mouth when he pushed it in deeper, the action proving to be easy with your dripping slick.
Your back arched instinctively when a slipped a second finger in, a salacious moan exiting past your lips. He carefully watched your face for your reaction, his lips curving up into a smirk. He knew he would never forget this sight. He didn’t want to, anyway.
You choked out a whimper when he brought his other hand to your core, his thumb pressing against your swollen clit. When he began rubbing circles on the sensitive nub, you knew it would be over for you soon.
You could feel yourself near your high at exponential speed, walls clenching impossibly tight around his long fingers. You grabbed onto his shoulders desperately as you threw your head back, a near-scream leaving your mouth. Your walls convulsed instantly around him as an intense wave of pleasure rolled through your entire body.
“Just like that, baby.” He whispered softly, fingers thrusting you through your high. When you eventually came down, your body slumped against the bed, a satisfied smile on your face.
He slapped a quick kiss to your lips before slowing pulling his fingers out of you, eliciting a soft whimper from you. Content, he sucked your essence from his fingers, eyes staring directly into your soul. The action alone made you weak. You wanted to pounce on him right then and there.
“Need you.” You whined, before seating yourself on his lap and grinding your bare core against his clothed pelvis. You were far too gone to feel any shame. You really wanted nothing else but the man before you to fuck you into oblivion.
A smug smile formed on his face as he grabbed your hips, pushing you flush against him. When he saw your slick drench his pants, he nearly growled.
“Fuck. Desperate little thing, aren’t you?” His voice was mocking, and if you weren’t buzzed with alcohol, you would’ve rolled your eyes. Instead, you whimpered at the friction, desperate eyes glued shut with immense pleasure.
“Please. Please, fuck me.” You whispered, your arms wrapping tightly around his neck. A humoured chuckle left his mouth.
“Such a polite yet dirty mouth. Where did you learn to speak like that?” You didn’t answer. You couldn’t. Your mind was too lust hazed to even think clearly.
He quietly sucked on your neck harshly before pulling away to slip his trousers off. When he eventually lowered his boxers, his cock sprung out, length flushed and veins pulsing. When he noticed you staring wide eyed, a soft laugh left his mouth.
“Is this the first time you’re seeing one, angel?” He teased, eyebrow lifted with humor.
“I’ve seen a dick before.” You rolled your eyes.
“Really? You look like you didn’t even know it exist-”
Before he was able to finish his sentence, you wrapped your lips around his warm tip and sucked gently, licking off his leaking precum, eyes never leaving his. His body jerked instantly and his head flew back, a low groan leaving his mouth.
Before you were able to suck him in deeper, his hand grabbed your hair and pulled you off. A string of saliva connected your tongue to his glistening length. The sight alone was enough to have you clenching your thighs together.
“Naughty girl.” His chest heaved up and down. You smiled cheekily before kissing his tip gently, making his head throw back again with a groan.
“God, you’re insatiable.” He caressed your cheek softly before his hand began to fumble around his bedside table. His hand returned with a packaged condom, and before you knew it, he was ripping it open with his teeth and sliding it effortlessly over his thick cock.
He signalled you to line yourself up—and that you did. You slowly sank down onto him, mewling in delight as he inched deeper. When he effectively bottomed out, a deep groan left his mouth.
“You’re so tight, baby.” His hands wrapped around your waist, grip tightening subtly whenever you clenched around him.
When you felt comfortable enough to move, you slowly started bouncing on him, whimpers leaving your mouth as you felt your velvety walls drag along his veiny cock. Your hands immediately grabbed onto his shoulders for stability, knowing that if you didn’t, your body wouldn’t have the strength to hold yourself up for any longer than three seconds.
A string of salacious moans left your mouth with each desperate bounce. You thought the alcohol in your system would completely dull any sensation you felt, but it did nothing to prevent the shivering pleasure from rolling through your body. You had never felt this pleasured before in your life. It made you quietly wonder just how good this experience would’ve been if you hadn’t sipped on that martini tonight.
Your brief thread of thoughts were interrupted when the handsome stranger began suckling on your exposed neck, hand gently tilting your head up to ensure his access. You shivered under his delicate touch, mouth agape when you felt his tongue slowly lick your heated skin.
“Fuck.” You breathed, eyes rolling back.
You felt him smirk against you, breath heavy along your throat.
The combination attack was much too strong for you to handle. You couldn’t stop the wave of pleasure from hitting you even if you tried. You threw your head back when it finally hit you, a near-scream leaving your mouth as you shook around his pulsing length.
“That’s it, baby.” He whispered, voice low and deep. His eyes, dark and lustful, stared at the connecting point between the two of you, watching the way your folds sucked him and and squeezed him tight.
Eventually, his own cock throbbed with a desperate need for release, and when you clenched one last time, he felt himself shoot his sticky cum into the elastic condom that ever so slightly sagged with the weight of his milky seed.
For a moment, the room was filled with nothing but heavy breaths, body heat and sticky air. You didn’t mind. You needed time to come back down from the mind blowing experience you just went through. You needed time to register everything that happened.
In the midst of lust-filled glances and lingering touches, you couldn’t help but feel conflicted.
You were conflicted on whether you were even the so-called “I don’t do one night stands” type of girl anymore.
1 — because you enjoyed this experience much more than you would ever admit to your smug friends, who would tease you for days on end if they ever even heard of it.
(You would do it all again in a heartbeat, though).
And 2 — well, because now you regretted having experienced something so good that you knew you would be thinking about it for weeks, if not months.
You knew the alcohol couldn’t shoo it away — even if you had gulped down three bottles of wine and a couple glasses of whiskey.
You silently wondered if it was all a good idea. If one night of absolute pleasure with the most beautiful man was actually enough.
Spoiler alert — it wasn’t.
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Quiet days had slipped by swiftly, as if the universe gently nudged the Earth to spin faster than it typically did.
You hadn’t minded.
In fact, you actually enjoyed the feeling of time passing by. All of which you owed to one thing—one person.
In the early hours of the morning after that unforgettable night, you were called in for an emergency surgery.
You had no time to wake the naked man beside you, with his eyes closed and back turned to you as his breaths moved rhythmically even.
Actually, you probably could’ve left a note, number or anything, but you didn’t.
Simply because you didn’t want to face the consequences of your drunk-self’s actions. Having to wake up with a sober yet aching head and contemplating whether you should run away and never think of it again or leave a note and pray for a call back, was something you hated immensely. It hurt your hungover brain too much for you to do.
Which is why you gave it no thought and chose to simply run away. You had a surgery to get to, anyway. At least you would have an excuse to use if you ever cross paths with him again—not that you thought it was possible, since you vowed to not hang around any jazz bars for the next few months. Or maybe a few years. Just until you forget about the whole thing.
Which was proving to be highly difficult, unsurprisingly.
It had been exactly three weeks since the incident.
You honestly hoped that by now, you would’ve forgotten the man’s face, his voice, that night, and everything else that had to do with him.
Yet, all you could think about was him. His face, his body, his fingers, the way he touched you, the way he pleasured you.
Every night you subconsciously dreamed about either crossing paths with him again or reliving every moment of that night, from start to finish, accurately timed.
It was genuinely driving you insane. You had never felt this way about a man. Or anyone, for that matter.
Even your exes didn’t receive this much of your attention, occupy this much of your brain, and make you secretly wish that you could see him again.
He was a stranger. A nameless face. He would barely even classify as a fling.
So why was he making you feel like you lost something so important? Like you walked away from your best decision?
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Jeonghan didn’t have much to say, besides the fact that he was basically in the exact same predicament as you—only about three times worse.
When he woke the next morning with vivid memories of the night before and a stupid smile on his face, he wanted nothing more but to turn around and see your beautiful self again—to cuddle you, swipe the hair away from your face and ask for the name his drunken self forgot to.
When he did eventually turn around in his bed, his heart almost stopped when his sleepy eyes didn’t catch sight of your figure.
He shifted around desperately in his king sized bed, shaking and shuffling his quilt in hopes that you were huddled somewhere in between.
When he didn’t find you, however, he was absolutely devastated. He touched around the spot next to him, hoping to feel the slightest bit of warmth that would indicate you had very recently left and that maybe he could catch you in the building’s elevators. But his hands felt nothing but a cold bed, and his eyes couldn’t find any sticky notes or any belonging of yours that he could trace to you.
It was like the night had never even happened — like it was a figment of Jeonghan’s wild imagination.
If it weren’t for the lingering scent of your perfume still hanging around his room, though, Jeonghan would’ve fully believed it.
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Over a month had passed since that night.
Jeonghan still hadn’t forgotten it. Not a single detail was lost from his memory. Unlike you, though, he didn’t mind it.
He actually used it to his advantage.
For about a week since the incident, Jeonghan hung around the jazz bar where he met you, in hopes that he could see you again. Though, he was met with nothing but pure disappointment when the face he couldn’t forget about appeared to be nowhere.
Week 2 was when he switched tactics.
He began hanging around other bars in the city, hoping that maybe he was looking in the wrong place. Maybe you liked to go to lots of jazz bars?
But still no luck.
Week 3, he stopped going to bars and started going to different cafes and restaurants—maybe you got sick of alcohol?
Week 4 was when he began to lose hope. He slowly stopped seeking out new places and went back to the rhythm of his usual life, while still quietly keeping an eye out for you, just in case.
He would give anything to see you again. Everyday he regretted not sharing any means of communication with you. He should’ve begged for your number, or begged you to take his. Or maybe he should’ve woken up before you to prevent you from running away from him in the first place.
A sigh left his mouth.
What he would give to turn back time.
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Enough time had passed for memories to start fading away and becoming a lost fragment of thought—in the case of anyone ordinary, to be exact.
Of course, Jeonghan hadn’t forgotten. He went back to his normal routine, but he didn’t forget a single thing.
He couldn’t, even if he tried to.
Today, he had a surgery on his elbow, something that he was not exactly looking forward to. He didn’t particularly enjoy being in the sterile environment of a hospital. Who did, anyway?
He was seated silently in the waiting area, patiently listening for his name to be called by a doctor or a nurse. It had been about 30 minutes since he had arrived, and the only things he did were check in at the reception and silently pray for the crying child next to him to please quiet down.
He closed his eyes and took a deep breath in, hoping that his action would help him zone out and ignore the ear-splitting noise.
It didn’t work.
Frustrated, he opened his eyes again to look for an available seat that was further away from the tantrum-throwing kid.
But Jeonghan’s eyes didn’t find a chair.
They found you—standing straight in a white coat and scrubs, hair slicked back into a ponytail as you casually conversed with one of the reception nurses.
His heart immediately thrummed in his chest.
He finally found you.
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Jeonghan’s eyes didn’t leave you for a single moment.
He watched the way you stared at a clipboard, eyebrows scrunching as you carefully wrote something down, or the way your hands would sit in your pockets as you laughed at something a fellow colleague said to you.
From the night he met you, he already thought you were the most intriguing woman he had ever met. But seeing you here now, in the unlikeliest of places, in the most professional state, too, made his perception of you shift in a completely different direction. Not in a bad way, of course. It made him think you were much more interesting than he initially thought.
God, he couldn’t believe a woman like you actually existed. He also couldn’t believe that he was lucky enough to have experienced you. And he couldn’t believe that he was given the chance to see you again. The universe was spoiling him rotten. He didn’t mind it, though. Not at all.
Just as he was contemplating whether he should approach you now or later—when there were less people—his name was called out.
And the voice that called it made Jeonghan’s heart pulse wildly in his chest. Again.
When he stood up in his seat, your eyes finally met his, and the realisation didn’t dawn upon you until he began to approach you.
Your eyes widened in disbelief.
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You didn’t say a word to him the entire way to the consultation room.
It wasn’t because you were nervous.
Frankly, you were really just speechless.
You thought the universe had left you off the hook when you didn’t cross paths with him for a whole 2 months. You were actually in the final process of forgetting the entire exchange.
But of course the world wanted to punish you from running away from something that you would end up thinking about for a long while.
You couldn’t help but wonder if you deserved it.
The two of you didn’t exchange a single word until you were seated in the small consultation room with the door closed shut.
The air was silent for a moment. And two. And three.
You cleared your throat.
“My name is Doctor [___]. I am your anaesthesiologist for your surgery today.” Your tone remained as professional as you could let it.
Jeonghan simply nodded, his eyes watching you carefully and intently. You shifted nervously in your chair, hating the burning feeling that was starting to bloom within you. You couldn’t let this affect you. Not now, in all places.
You began questioning him about his medical history, and completed the routine checks and conversations you usually had with all of your patients.
It started off well.
Your voice remained stable for the majority of the ordeal. Your tone was strictly professional, and your thoughts didn’t subconsciously stray off into an unwanted direction. You were pleased with yourself. If it weren’t for your burning face and thrumming heart, you would’ve thought he was just another patient.
You knew better, though.
“Do you have any questions?” You asked nervously, watching carefully for his reaction.
It didn’t help that his face remained completely unreadable for the entire interaction. And also the fact that he hadn’t said a proper word to you, at all. Not even a “hello” or an “okay.” All just nods or head shakes.
The room remained silent for several moments. You internally questioned whether you had even spoken any words to him in the first place. Were you just imagining this entire thing?
Just as you were about to open your mouth and say something, he spoke up.
“Why did you leave that morning?”
You remained silent. Your mouth was slightly agape at the unexpected question.
Actually, you should’ve expected it. From the beginning, the interaction was one-sided and terribly awkward. You should’ve seen it coming from miles away.
You didn’t know what to say. Maybe you could use the professionalism excuse?
“I’m sorry, Mr. Yoon, I don’t believe-”
“Jeonghan.” He interrupted, voice firm.
“What?”
“I think we’re way past the point of calling each other anything but our first names, sweetheart.” He clarified, eyes trained on you with raw intensity. Your face burned.
You sighed, defeat evident in your eyes.
“Jeonghan,” you corrected. “I’m sorry. For leaving that morning without a word. I don’t have a reason besides the fact that I was running away.”
“Running away from what?”
Another sigh left your mouth.
“I don’t know…I…I just—I didn’t know what to do, so I just left.” Your words felt muddled and incoherent. You wanted to slap yourself in the face. You knew it sounded like nothing but a lame excuse.
A moment of silence fell upon the room.
You flinched slightly when he shifted in his seat, something that didn’t go unnoticed by him.
“Would you do it again?” He suddenly posed, making you look up at him.
You remained silent. You knew the answer to it.
“Or do you have any regrets?”
“No.” You responded, almost instantly.
A small smirk crept up onto his face.
“That’s all I needed to hear.” Jeonghan stood up from his chair, back straightening with confidence.
“Jeonghan, I-” The apology died down on your lips when you noticed the way he was staring at you.
“I expect you to visit me after my surgery?” His lips curved up slightly, playfulness evident in his gaze.
You swallowed thickly, eyes shifting to your fidgeting fingers. You nodded.
“Okay.”
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Before Jeonghan entered the peaceful, anaesthetised state, he watched the way you set up. You weren’t the only doctor in the room, yet he couldn’t bring himself to lay his eyes on anyone other than you.
Watching you in your element—the way you moved gracefully, the way you fitted on his mask and pressed buttons on a machine he knew nothing about—was something he didn’t realise he could enjoy so much. You were deeply professional down to your core, and with the way you handled everything like it was nothing made him feel deeply intrigued. And slightly aroused—but that wasn’t something he would willingly admit.
In the moments before the anaesthesia was to be administered, Jeonghan smiled like a child curiously watching their parents. He didn’t feel the usual sense of discomfort or displeasure that he normally would associate with undergoing surgery. He was actually excited to go under, because the quicker it happened, the quicker he could wake up and see your beautiful face again.
Because he knew you would be there.
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Jeonghan woke up barely even an hour after his surgery. His eyes slowly blinked open, and before he could properly register his surroundings, his eyes landed on you.
You had been quietly watching him for the past 20 minutes, waiting for the moment his round eyes would finally meet yours.
“You’re actually here.” He murmured, voice groggy. Your lips lifted into a soft smile.
“I am.”
“…I’m not dreaming, am I?” You let out a soft giggle.
“You’re not.”
He broke into a boyish grin. Your heart warmed at the sight.
“So, when will we go for round 2?” Your jaw dropped immediately, and you slapped his arm instinctively, not realising it was the side he received surgery on.
Jeonghan winced instantly, his other hand immediately grabbing onto it. Mortified, you scrambled in your seat.
“Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry!” You cried. You quickly tried to inspect his arm, but before you could grab him, his hand stopped you.
“You’re sorry?”
You nodded hastily.
“Really sorry?” He raised a brow teasingly.
“Yes.” You whispered. You genuinely felt mortified.
“Then kiss it better.” He pointed at his elbow that was slung in a cast. An incredulous look formed on your face. He only smiled at you cheekily.
“Come on. I’m waiting.” He insisted. Your face warmed inextricably, and you had to repress the urge to slap him again.
“I’m not doing that, Jeonghan.”
He didn’t seem convinced.
“Then kiss my cheek then.” He pointed his finger at his face.
This guy.
“Lips?” You rolled your eyes at him.
“Are you going to take no for an answer?” You sighed, exasperated. He chuckled at your words.
“I mean, if you reaaaally don’t want to. I guess I can’t force you. But I really want you to. Please.”
His begging made your heart race quicker than you thought it could.
“Is that a no?” He pouted.
Before he had the chance to react, you quickly pecked a kiss onto his lips, the contact brief and sharp. Jeonghan froze immediately, not having enough time to process it before you already pulled back.
Your face warmed up completely, and you shifted your eyes away from him out of embarrassment.
Why did I do that?
“Come here.” He tapped on the free space on his bed. You broke out of your thoughts. You hesitated for a moment at his request, before reluctantly stepping to him and sitting carefully on his bed.
At the exact moment you sat down, his free hand gently grabbed your face and pulled you closer, before enveloping your lips with a soft kiss. This time it was much longer, much more electric and much more passionate.
You hated how soft his lips felt against yours. You hated the way his other hand gently grabbed onto your fingers before intertwining them with his own. You hated how it made your heart feel like it was going to thump out of your chest.
God, this man was going to be your undoing.
When you eventually pulled back, his eyes watched yours intently, with so much yearning it made you crave more.
“Can I do that again?” He whispered, cheeks dusted a light shade of pink. You giggled softly.
“I have to get back to work now.” You murmured, eye contact never ceasing. You squeezed his hand gently before standing up. Jeonghan only pouted.
“You’ll come back?” He asked.
A soft smile formed on your face.
“Yes.”
“You won’t run away again?”
“I promise.”
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In the three months that had passed, Jeonghan’s elbow had healed, he had taken you out on a date, and you had slept with him too many times to even count. Apparently, you both just couldn’t get enough of each other, no matter how much time passes or however many times you fuck him in your apartment or his.
As of now, you were officially his girlfriend, and as his girlfriend, you were sleeping in his arms after a long movie marathon last night, something both of you didn’t really pay attention to, due to some other occupying activities.
Your head rested against his warm and bare chest, arm sprawled against his side. His breathing remained rhythmic and steady. You opened your eyes, gaze shifting to the calm expression on his face.
Gently, you cupped his cheek before leaving a soft kiss. As you rose up to leave the bed, Jeonghan’s hand quickly grabbed onto your arm. The sudden action surprised you.
“Don’t…leave me again.” He mumbled, voice thick with sleep. You giggled before sighing.
“It’s been three months, Hannie. I’m not going anywhere.” You pushed his hair out of his face.
“Gosh, sometimes I wonder why you’re so afraid of losing me.”
“You’re my dream woman. Of course I’d be scared.” You giggled shyly at his words.
“If I did run away, how long would you spend looking for me?”
Jeonghan groaned. He didn’t even want to think about it.
“However long it takes to find you.” His eyes were fully opened now.
“You’re not actually planning to run away, are you?” A laugh escaped your mouth.
“Of course not. I wouldn’t last a day without being in your arms.” A shy yet happy smile formed on his face.
“Plus, you can’t find dick like mine anywhere.” You immediately slapped his chest, flabbergasted that he could say that at barely 8am in the morning.
“I’m sure I can’t.” You played along, not wanting to upset him. You were still sore from last night. You needed at least a few more hours. Maybe even a day.
You laid your head back on his chest, your ear pressed firmly against him. His heart beat pulsed within your ear, the sound calming your mind.
“Angel?” He called out.
“Mm?”
“I love you. So much.” You smiled softly before pressing a kiss to his lips.
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You have no idea how you got here but you're not the slightest guilty.
"Jeonghan" you call for him even though he's already the closest he can be to you. You're tugging his hair to make him look at you "I need all of this off" you say and the curve of his mouth goes up in an almost unperceptive move but you see it.
He takes a step back and pulls his shirt over his head while you unbutton your bra, reaching to undo his jeans right after. He growls taking your waist and putting you close again.
His finger reach your chin getting your eyes back up as he takes your mouth again. His palm going down to press over your boob, pinching your nipple with his thumb and middle finger. You whimper and he takes your tongue when your lips parted turning it into a moan. Once Jeonghan feels the warm of your tongue on his, he can't help but hum in satisfaction. The vibrations hitting straight to your core.
In one motion, he's grabbing under your thigh and yanking you up, your legs wrapping around his back. He takes you both to the bed, sitting with you on his lap without leaving your lips.
The kiss is not rushed but there's too much need you can tell you're already dripping down. Once he takes a hand full of your ass, pulling and aligning your centers together, you have no doubt you're wet and you feel he's hard too.
He stops the kiss just to go down your neck, leaving bites and sucking on the way. You can't help the moans and neither the rock of your hips against his clothed core. He helps you out by pushing your ass as he growls in approval.
"Fuck, yn" he groans "I can't get enough of you"
You're a little impatient but that's just how he likes it. He's hugging your hips and in one flip motion you're on the bed and him over you. You yelp in surprise, releasing an unexpected giggle that is cut short once you see the image of him taking his jeans off in front of you, boxers also going out on the way as you rush to pull your shorts too.
His cock spread free, hitting his belly, full hard as he glups dry. He comes near, taking your panties, pulling down your legs without leaving your eyes. Once he gets to your feet, he kisses your heels, throwing your panties to the side.
He admires your laid body and how your pussy is already glistening, he barely have touched you. He does a few testing bumps on his length, his head hanging back from pleasure, he urges to get back up to look down at you. You spread your legs to welcome him and he goes for you again.
"Ready?" He asks once your face is inches from his.
"Yes" you whisper.
Jeonghan hands his base, resting his head at your clit to test the waters. Your mouth goes open in pure pleasure, your back arching as he starts to draw circles over the muscle.
His left arm rest just beside your head while the right one play his cock on you. He takes your mouth again in a messy airy kiss, while he spreads his full length over your folds. You're both a moaning mess on each other's mouths.
"Please" you plea, your nails digging to his arm.
Jeonghan hears you, alighing his head to your entrance. He swears under his breath, going slow, careful not to hurt you. His lips meating your nipple as he licks and suck feeling your cunt welcoming him even more. He goes for the other side, playing with your hard nipple, still letting you take him down there. Once he bottoms out, he loose his mind, stopping everything to catch his breath, his temple resting on your shoulders.
"So. Fucking. Tight." He praises feeling your walls hugging him perfectly.
He starts to move his hips. Pulling back leaving just his head until he pushes everything inside again. He starts slow as you slowly opens up, welcoming him to fasten his pace.
You rest your heels on his lower back already moaning. He halts his thrusts with the motion as you start to meet up with his thrusts too. Your heels pulling him in.
"You're gonna be the end of me"
He goes wild, nibbling at your breast. He comes up, his arm reaching something above your head. Jeonghan grabs a pillow, stopping his pace to come his torso up. The pillow goes under your body, his hand manhandling your sides as he starts to move again. You both moan loudly as this new position makes him reach more inside of you. The bed starts shaking but you don't care if he keeps poking the sweet spot inside you. His palm grab a hand full of your boob, his knuckles white leaving red marks on you but you don't mind. The image of jeonghan loosing it because of you, brows shut and his lip in between his teeth is worthy everything.
You feel your belly tightening, and he helps you by pressing down on it. Your walls clenching and you're close to cumming but it's left because he slips his cock out and you turn in a whiny mess.
You don't have too much time to feel the loss, because he flips you around. None of this is gentle but it's exactly how you like it. You grab the sheets, your hair all over the place and on your face. Jeonghan is already pulling your ass up, leaving a spank to the side. The sound fills the room and stings on your skin as you groan.
"Hand on the headboard" he demands and you're reaching as he's easily entering you again.
He picks up the fast pace, with rough long thrusts. The bed shaking again as you try to find leverage on the poor wood above your head.
He spreads you handing your ass. You can feel your arousal dripping, and jeonghan can't stop watching the way you take him so well from behind.
"So fucking perfect. I could breed you mine, you know that?" He gasps out.
You lower your head, not able to form coherent words, just moans.
You're both close as he keeps going. Another spank and you're loosing it. Your whole body stiffs and you come undone with his name on the tip of your tongue. Your cunt is pulsating so much that it makes it hard for jeonghan to even move inside you.
"Shit, shit, shit" he pleas because he wants to cum too and you're not letting him move.
He takes out in time, cumming all over your ass and lower back with a husky moan. You feel the hotness of his release on your skin, whimpering as it stickens.
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Jeonghan + outdoor sex
Warnings: teasing (because ofc), use of pet name - baby, pool sex, exhibitionism, riding, hitting it raw (not sorry!), the tiniest bit of angst because it's friends to lovers, oh and big dick Jeonghan because why not, it's my self-indulgent era (but hasn't it been always?)
Minors fuck off!!
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You reach for the hem of your shirt. Jeonghan treads water as you peel it over your head, then unbutton your shorts. He’s not bothering to hide the track of his eyes as you undress. This moment feels very surreal - stripping outside in the moonlight, while your best friend slash crush waits while naked in the pool, watching your every movement.
It’s dreamlike, but the sweat on your forehead and neck is very real. As is the momentary apprehension that stops you from taking off your bralette. You and Jeonghan have always been close, but this is new territory. Are you ready for it?
You touch your cheek, remembering the press of his lips. Then you yank your bralette off. You’re not sure if the air conditioning unit outside the vacation rental made noise or if Jeonghan said something under his breath, but he hasn’t looked away, and the expression on his face is something you’ll think about long after tonight.
Before you can lose your nerve, you take off your panties. Then you immediately jump into the pool.
Jeonghan ducks your splashes, then he swims towards you. “I didn’t think you’d get in.”
You shrug, hoping you look calmer than you feel. You’re shivering and it’s not just from the cold water. Should’ve sprung for a place with a heated pool.
“You’re not the only bold one, maybe.”
He hums at that. Then he reaches for you. “Come here, you’re shaking.”
“Oh, I’m ok- “
He shushes your protests, pulling you towards him, wrapping his arms around your back. You throw your arms around his neck, brushing the wet ends of his hair. There’s distance between your chests, so that you’re not touching. But being this close is enough to warm you as the two of you float together.
“Better?” he asks after a moment’s silence. You nod. He smirks. “But you’re still shaking.”
You shudder again. “Just give me a minute.”
He nods. “Okay.” His eyes drop to your mouth, and then he pulls you closer, so that your chest just bumps his. You stifle your gasp as best you can, but it doesn’t matter if he hears it, he’s had you clocked this whole time. When did he figure it out?
You’ll think about that later. He keeps humming, and he won’t stop looking at your lips, and it might drive you insane. “Jeonghan.”
“Hmm?”
“Are you going to kiss me?”
“Yes.”
You huff out a little breath at his response. So matter-of-fact. “What are you waiting for?”
Jeonghan laughs. “You’re cute when you’re impatient, has anyone ever told you that?”
“Stop it,” you groan. “You told me not to keep you waiting.”
“This isn’t waiting. This is savoring.” He pulls you so close that your noses bump together. He tilts his head, and there is the faintest brush of his lips over yours. “Let me take my time.”
His mouth presses to yours again, lingers there longer, and longer still with the next pass. He pulls your lower lip into his mouth, runs his tongue over it, and then kisses you again before you can catch your breath.
You cling to his shoulders, pressing yourself against him, but this makes it difficult for him to tread water. He leads you to a shallower spot, where you can both stand with your shoulders still underwater, and then he embraces you. Forget impatient - by this point, you’re desperate for him to kiss you again, and all but throw yourself at his mouth.
His laughter mixes with your embarrassed whines, lips against lips. “Shhh, don’t wake them,” he whispers, referring to your friends sleeping inside. “Or do you want an audience?”
You don’t want anyone intruding on this moment, so you mutter, “No,” and nudge his nose with yours, leaning into him, urging him to kiss you again. He cups your face with both hands as he does, controlling the pace, which is slow, slow, slow. Your toes literally curl with desire as an ache builds between your thighs.
“Jeonghan,” you turn your head to whisper. He places a tiny peck on your cheek, your jaw.
“YN,” he replies. Peck, peck. His lips reach your neck.
“Do you want to…” Oh god, how do you ask your best friend to fuck you?
“Yes.”
You scoff. “You don’t know what I was ask - oh!”
Jeonghan sinks his teeth into the curve of your neck. He doesn’t break the skin, but it surprises you nonetheless.
“Sorry,” he grins, not looking the least bit, “I got carried away. But to be honest - I don’t need to hear what your question was. I’m down for everything.” He stares at your neck, running a finger over the sensitive skin. “I bet that leaves a mark.”
“Ass,” you say, pretending you don’t hope it does. Then you realize what he said before that. Your edible is wearing off, but you’re so overwhelmed by your dreams coming true that your brain is only now catching up to the conversation. “What do you mean, ‘everything’?”
His smirk returns. “”It means, I want you, too. However you’ll let me have you.”
While you’re absorbing this, his hands slide down to your hips, holding you against him. His cock is hard between you. And long, you can’t help but note.
There are a million questions that you’d like to ask him right now, but one most of all. “Just for tonight?”
Jeonghan groans. “I hope not.”
You didn’t know what to expect, really, but it wasn’t anything nearly as good as that answer. You kiss him then, urgently, needing to show him how much you agree. You don’t pray, but you toss a silent plea into the starry night anyway. Just in case.
Let this not be the only night, please.
Jeonghan puts his hands on the backs of your thighs.
“Jump.”
He carries you wrapped around his waist over to the edge of the pool closest to the back of the house. You’re pinned against the wall by him, hidden beneath him a little. You feel safe and yet vulnerable at the same time, staring at your best friend. There’s still time to stop this. Laugh it off as a late night dare gone too far. If that’s what you wanted.
You take a deep breath. “Kiss me.”
He bends his head. “You gonna boss me around now?” He moves to kiss you, but turns his head at the last second, and then does it again, dodging your lips. You huff in frustration, his name coming out in a tiny whine.
Your neck flares with heat. “Would you listen if I did?”
He laughs, but doesn’t reply, cupping your chin to kiss you. You don’t mind the non-answer. For now, at least.
You never want to stop kissing him. His touch consumes you completely. This is the best night of your life. You should’ve been doing this long ago. Again you wonder how long he’s known that you like him. Does he like you the same way?
Stop thinking and focus!
He drags his hand down your hip, grabs the softness of your thigh and guides you silently to hook your leg around him. This opens you up so he can rub his hard cock against your slit.
“Oh, fuck, Jeonghan,” you moan directly into his ear. He curses a little loudly, and then surges forward to muffle himself with your mouth in a messy kiss. It’s getting difficult to keep your voices down.
“Like this?” he asks, rubbing his head through your folds. “Is this okay?”
“Yeah, I’m…” You’re on birth control. You haven’t been dating anyone. “I’m good. Are you - good?”
He nods. “Yeah, ‘m good.” He pushes his cock into you a little harder, his head starting to poke through. “Shit. It’s gonna be a little rough at first. Gotta stretch you out.”
“Oh, god, yes, do it,” you groan. He thrusts harder, and this time he breaches your lips. You both moan into your kissing. He takes his time, stroking slowly as he glides deeper, and deeper still. Every drag of his cock against your walls sends waves of pleasure through your body. He’s keeping you afloat, but you’re drowning anyway, in him.
You’re not the only one struggling for air. “Feels so good, fuck!” he gasps, pausing between thrusts to allow you a moment. He has to have the biggest dick that’s ever been inside you, filling you up with every stroke. It feels incredible. “Gonna move faster, now, baby,” he tells you.
Baby. That’s new. “Please, Jeonghan, fuck me!”
He groans. “Hold on, we gotta do this right.” He pulls out, and you whine at the loss of him, but then he grabs your hand, leading you to the edge of the shallow end, where there are steps. He sits, and pats his lap. “C’mere.”
It’s riskier to do this here, where there’s nothing to hide either of you, but you’re long past caring at this point. You sit in your best friend’s lap, sinking down on his cock, and sigh. It’s more intimate like this, wrapped up in each other. You chase his lips, kissing him as he sets a faster pace, rocking up into you.
You roll your hips, and he groans low in his throat. “That’s it, ride it. Take what you need, baby.”
“Jeonghan,” you moan. “Jeonghan, please.” It’s the only word you have right now. Please don’t stop. Please keep calling me baby.
“I’ve got you,” he answers, holding you close. “I’ve got you.”
When you start to shake in his arms, he doesn’t let go. He talks you through your orgasm, whispering sweet words in your ear. Then his thrusts begin to slow, and you urge him to come inside you, winding your hips to take him as deep as you can.
The night air is still hot, but you begin to shiver again. Jeonghan hugs you close.
“Cold?” he asks.
You shake your head. He laughs, a warm sound that does as much to brace you as his arms do.
“I know we should talk about this, but I think maybe we should go inside first.” He leans back to look at you. “You ready?”
Are you ready? You don’t know. At least, not until he takes your hand.
