𝐀/𝐍 ➙ Heyy, advance happy halloween (or happy halloween if it’s already that time in your zone)!! I’m not sure if I’ll be active tomorrow since I'll be out (guys have fun too😭) — but anyways!! thank you so much for all the love and support lately. I had so much fun doing kinktober this year. I hope you enjoy this one!! I also wanted to thank @svthub nothing I really am just happy to be part of it and everyone for being so welcoming and nice!!

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“Welcome to the necessary weekly meeting!” Soonyoung announced dramatically, arms wide as you walked into Jihoon’s condo. Jihoon, sitting cross-legged on the floor with a laptop and a frown, didn’t even look up. “It’s literally just us hanging out because you two can’t function without supervision.”

“Exactly!” Soonyoung grinned, patting the seat beside him. “Necessary.” You dropped your bag on the couch, laptop under your arm, and sighed. “If this is a meeting, I’d like to file a complaint. My wi-fi’s been dead for three hours.”

Jihoon groaned. “Oh no.” Soonyoung perked up. “Don’t-” But you were already reaching for your phone. “I think I’ll just call-” “Don’t say it,” Jihoon warned.

“-tech support,” you finished innocently.

Soonyoung threw a pillow at you. “You don’t need tech support for everything! Last time your charger wasn’t even plugged in!” “It was plugged in,” you argued. “Just.. not all the way.” Jihoon muttered, “You’re single-handedly keeping that hotline employed.”

“They’re nice people!” You defended yourself, booting up your laptop. “Besides, they actually help instead of mocking me.” “Oh please,” Soonyoung teased, leaning closer. “Just say you have a voice fetish”

“I do not?!”

Jihoon snorted. “Your face says otherwise.” You huffed, glaring at both of them. “You’re just jealous because no one picks up when you call for help.” “Yeah, because we don’t break technology by existing,” Jihoon shot back.

The argument went in circles until Jihoon ordered takeout just to shut both of you up. When it arrived, everyone ended up sprawled in front of the TV, eating noodles and teasing each other between bites.

By the time you headed home, Soonyoung made you promise — hands clasped together dramatically — “Don’t. Call. Tech support. Tonight.” You rolled your eyes. “If you just helped me with my problem-” “I can’t help you, Y/N.. I have my own problems,” he said, feigning exhaustion. “You’re so dramatic.” “Just promise.”

“Ok.. ok jeez I promise not to call them.”

You did.

When you got home, your apartment felt unusually quiet. Too quiet. You dropped your keys, kicked off your shoes, and flopped onto your bed, staring at your laptop like it was your sworn enemy. The wi-fi symbol blinked mockingly at you. Still dead. You worked at Jihoon's. What's wrong with you?!

You tried everything: restarted, reconnected, even whispered, “Please work, I’m begging you,” like it owed you emotional support. Still nothing.

Soonyoung’s voice echoed in your head — Don’t call tech support tonight. You sighed, staring at your phone. He didn’t have to know. “Just one call,” you muttered, already pressing the number.

Beep. Beep.

You leaned back, half-asleep, bracing for the hold music and robotic voice menu. Then.. “Good evening, this is Jeon Wonwoo from customer support. How can I help you tonight?”

You were stunned.

God damn the voice.

Low, calm, a little tired but velvety — the kind of voice that could make tax advice sound seductive. “Oh. U- Hi,” you managed, blinking at the ceiling. “My laptop refuses to connect to the wi-fi. It’s being dramatic.”

A small laugh slipped through the line. “Let’s see what we can do. Are you sure it’s your wi-fi and not your laptop? Have you tried connecting it to another network?” “Positive,” you said confidently. “I’m very tech-savvy.” “ok..,” he said, amused. “Can you check your network list? What do you see?”

You peered at your screen. “Uhm-” You frowned. “I don’t see my wi-fi name. Just.. my neighbour’s? And something called ‘NETGEAR32’..what the fuck is this?” You whispered the last sentence, but figured he heard it, the way he laughed on the other line. Wah! The laugh is even hotter.

“Hmm. Could you tell me what your router looks like?” “It’s that little black box with the blinking lights, right?” “Yes,” he said slowly. “Where is it?” You turned your head toward your bedside table. “It’s right here. Wait..” you reached out and realised it wasn’t blinking at all. Just off.

You picked it up and froze. “Oh my god.” “What’s wrong?” “It’s- ahm.. uh- huh” you coughed. “It’s not plugged in. Because I moved it earlier so I could vacuum.” There was a pause. Then his voice came through again, thick with restrained laughter.

“You vacuumed your wi-fi?” “Don’t say it like that,” you protested, cheeks burning. “It sounded responsible at the time!” He chuckled — a low, genuine sound that made your stomach twist. “You’re the first caller I’ve had tonight who turned off their wi-fi for cleaning purposes.”

“See? I’m helping the world one spotless floor at a time.” “Sure,” he said. “Totally not creating your own emergencies.” You pouted even though he couldn’t see you. “You’re judging me.” “I’m observing,” he teased. “With admiration.”

You couldn’t help but laugh. “You’re rude. But also kind of charming.” “That’s a first,” he said softly, and you could hear his smile through the line.

The wi-fi reconnected instantly once you plugged it back in, but neither of you hung up. At one point, he asked, “So do you always call tech support after vacuuming?”

“Only when I make life decisions that backfire,” you said. “Which is often.” “Good to know,” he murmured, voice lower now. “Guess I should keep my line open then.” Fucking voice.. fucking hellllll- this is testing me.

You laughed, heart racing a little too fast for a call that started with a wi-fi crisis. When the line finally went quiet, you didn’t move for a while. Your wi-fi was back.

But you had a new problem

you couldn’t stop replaying his voice in your head.

“Believe me, Soonyoung, the voice. I just know he looks hot.” You were sprawled across your couch, phone on speaker, while Soonyoung sat at the edge of the coffee table, eating crisps and giving you a look that screamed disbelief.

“There are literally thousands of tech support agents, Y/N,” he said, crunching loudly. “How confident are you that you’re even gonna get-”

“Good evening,” the speaker crackled, and that low, familiar voice filled the room. “This is Jeon Wonwoo from customer support. How can I help you tonight?” Soonyoung froze mid-bite. Then he mouthed, damn.

You grinned, triumphant. “Hi,” you said, trying not to sound too excited. There was a pause — and then, that voice again, soft and amused “You again?” Soonyoung slapped a hand over his mouth, trying not to laugh.

You cleared your throat, pretending to be professional. “Yes, me again. I, um.. I think my keyboard’s stuck.” Soonyoung buried his face in a pillow. Stuck? Really? he mouthed, horrified. You whispered back, “What?! That’s the only thing I could think of!”

Wonwoo must’ve heard the shuffling because he asked, “Keyboard stuck how?” You blinked at your laptop. “Like- it’s not typing?” “Did you check if it’s connected properly?” You poked at the keys. “Yes?” “Okay. Is it wireless?” You squinted. “I mean it doesn’t have a wire.”

Soonyoung groaned into the pillow. “Alright,” Wonwoo said, patient as ever. “Can you check the little switch under it? It might be turned off.” You flipped it over. The red light was off.

“Oh.”

“Found the problem?” he asked, amusement dripping through the line. “..Possibly,” you admitted, turning it back on. Soonyoung whispered, “You’re gonna die alone.” “Don’t be jealous,” you muttered back.

“What was that?” Wonwoo asked, still smiling through his words. “Nothing! I, uh, I fixed it. You’re a genius.” “I do my best,” he said modestly. “Though you might be setting a record for repeat callers this week.”

You snorted. “Oh come on, I’m not that bad.” “I didn’t say bad,” he teased. “Just dedicated.” Soonyoung mouthed, oh my god he’s flirting. You kicked him under the table. “Well,” you said lightly, leaning back. “Thank you again for your very professional assistance, Mr. Wonwoo.”

“My pleasure,” he said smoothly. “But I should tell you — you’re gonna get me fired if you keep calling this much.” You grinned. “Then I’ll have to find another HOTline to talk with.” That made him grin — a low, surprised sound that sent goosebumps up your neck.

Before he could say anything else, you hung up, giggling, tossing your phone onto the couch like it was on fire. Soonyoung stared at you, jaw dropped. “You did not just hang up on him after saying that.”

“I did,” you said proudly, hugging a pillow. “You’re insane.” “I think I’m in love with his voice,” you ignored him. “Yeah.. definitely insane.” Soonyoung groaned, throwing himself back dramatically. “Jihoon’s never gonna believe this.”

Meetings were bad enough on their own.

Delayed meetings, however, were a special kind of torture.

You sat in the conference room with your coworkers, nursing your second cup of terrible coffee while everyone complained about the same thing.. the company’s internal program being down.

“This is the third time this week,” Hansol muttered beside you, spinning his pen like he was auditioning for a stress commercial. “Didn’t the IT promise to fix this permanently?” You sighed, leaning back. “Apparently the main IT guy’s out of town. They’re sending someone else from the other branch.”

“God,” Hansol groaned. “If this takes longer, I’m fake fainting just to go home early.” A few desks away, someone joked, “Maybe we should just call tech support!” Hansol smirked and nudged you. “Hey, that’s your thing, right?” You gave him a look. “Shut up.”

Before he could tease you again, the conference room door swung open. “Sorry for the delay,” a deep, calm voice said. “I’m from the external IT department — I’ll be fixing the system today.”

You froze.

No way.

The pen slipped from your hand. Hansol glanced at you, confused, as you slowly turned toward the door. And there he was.

Jeon Wonwoo, in the flesh.

Tall. Dressed in an office lanyard, white button-down shirt, rolled-up sleeves, soft eyes framed by dark-rimmed glasses. The same low, polite tone — the same one that had once asked, You again? through your phone speaker.

He didn’t even look in your direction, busy setting his laptop bag down near the projector. But you were already spiraling. Hansol whispered, “What’s wrong? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.” You grabbed his sleeve, dragging him closer, whispering, “That’s him.”

“Who-” “Tech support voice guy.”

Hansol blinked. Then his eyes widened. “No way.” “Way,” you hissed. “Oh my god, he’s real. He’s here. I’ve literally flirted with him over my wi-fi and fake keyboard issues.”

Hansol’s face twisted between amusement and disbelief. “You’re kidding. The guy you said had a voice that could fix your life? That’s him?” “Shut up,” you whispered harshly, elbowing him as quietly as possible.

But of course, Wonwoo glanced up right at that moment — and his eyes landed on the two of you whispering near the door.

You panicked and pretended to cough. Hansol, because he loved chaos, gave you the most suspiciously innocent smile possible. Wonwoo tilted his head slightly. Then, with that same even tone, said, “Sorry, could someone show me where the main server is located?”

Hansol grinned, standing immediately. “Y/N can show you.” Your head whipped toward him. “I- what?!” “She’s great with.. tech support,” Hansol said, barely holding back laughter.

You shot him a death glare before plastering on the fakest smile known to man. “Right. The server. Of course.” You led the way down the hallway, pulse hammering, mentally screaming the entire time. Behind you, you could hear the faint sound of Wonwoo’s footsteps — steady, unbothered.

And when he finally spoke, the air shifted. “You work here?” he asked casually. You swallowed. “..Apparently.” There was a hint of amusement in his voice when he replied, “Guess I should’ve known. You sound familiar.”

Your brain short-circuited. Does he recognise me?! IS THAT POSSIBLE?? Fuckk! Oh my- do I even look good today?! You laughed a little too quickly. “Do I?”

He hummed softly. “Yeah. Can’t quite place it though. Maybe I’m wrong.” Good. Keep it that way. You stopped by the room, pushing the door open and praying your soul wouldn’t just exit your body on the spot.

“Here it is,” you said, stepping aside. “The, uh.. problematic area.” Wonwoo smiled faintly — professional, polite — but something about it made your heart stutter anyway. “Thanks.”

You nodded, pretending to check your phone just to avoid melting under his presence. Hansol’s text popped up almost immediately

Hansolie: 👀 sooooooo how’s ur ‘wifi’?

You typed back furiously while walking back to the conference room.

Y/N: shut. up. hansol.

—

The elevator doors slid open to the scent of roasted beans and caramel syrup — the unofficial perfume of your company’s lobby. You needed caffeine. And possibly divine intervention. After all, you’d just spent the entire morning trying not to think about your crush slash former tech support.

“Hey, Y/N!” the barista chirped as you reached the counter. “The usual?” You nodded, rubbing your temples. “Yeah, but can you, like.. make it extra strong today? Emotionally and spiritually?”

He laughed. “Got it. Double shot, emotional damage edition.” “Perfect,” you sighed. “Oh, and can you add a little cinnamon instead of cocoa powder this time?” “Got you.” He scribbled the note on your cup. You stepped aside to wait — and that’s when you heard it.

“Can I get a flat white, please?”

That voice.

You turned, and there he was — standing just a few feet away at the other end of the counter, sleeves still rolled up, work lanyard hanging loose around his neck. Wonwoo.

He looked effortlessly calm, one hand in his pocket, the other holding his phone while he thanked the barista with that same low tone that made you weak in the knees.

You blinked, heart stuttering. “Oh,” you blurted before your brain caught up. “You- uh.. coffee?”

Smooth. Very eloquent.

Wonwoo glanced up, a little confused. “Me.. coffee,” he echoed, lips curving. You wanted to melt straight into the tile floor. “Hi,” you said, trying to be casual. “Again.”

“Hi,” he returned, equally casual. His voice softened. “You on break?” “Yeah, trying to survive another meeting that could’ve been an email,” you joked. “You?” “Running system checks upstairs. Thought I’d double check whether the server is plugged before your company crashes again.”

You gasped in mock offense, not fully understanding what he meant. “Hey! It wasn’t my fault this time.” He chuckled, stepping closer as the barista called both your names. You picked up your drink at the same time he reached for his — your fingers brushed for half a second.

And you definitely felt that.

“Thanks,” you mumbled, gripping your cup a little too tight. He tilted his head, smiling teasingly. “So.. how’s your technology lately?” You froze. “What-”

“That wi-fi working fine?” he asked innocently, sipping his coffee. “Keyboard behaving?” Suddenly your jaw could hit the floor.. hiding your face with your hand. “Oh my god. You know it’s me.” “I just figured it out after you showed me the room earlier,” he admitted, smirking. “You have a very.. recognizable voice.”

Oh yeah..? and you have a hella attractive voice.

“Great,” you muttered. “So now the tech guy knows ‘the girl who vacuumed her wi-fi’s’ work address..” He laughed quietly. “Could’ve been worse.” “I was trying to clean responsibly!” you protested, half laughing, half dying inside.

He leaned a little closer, eyes glinting with amusement. “You really do make my job interesting, you know that?” You tried not to look at his mouth when he smiled like that. “I’ll take that as a compliment.” “It is,” he said easily.

For a second, neither of you said anything — the buzz of the lobby filling the space between you. Then your phone buzzed with a message from Hansol

Hansolie: boss asking where u r 👀

You sighed. “Duty calls.” Wonwoo held up his cup. “Same here.” You both started toward the elevators, walking side by side until the hall split. “Guess I’ll see you around, I’ll be the IT for weeks, fortunately.” he said.

You grinned, stepping backward. “Fortunately?” He smirked, tone low and teasing. “Yeah.. this time, you don’t have to press any keys to talk to me.” You turned away, trying not to smile too hard — and totally failed.

It’s been a week.

A very long, very confusing week.

Because somehow, ever since that coffee encounter, your team and the IT team have been glued together. Every project update? They’re there. Every department sync? They’re in the room. Every “quick check on the system”? It’s him.

You tried to act normal — really, you did — but it was hard to stay composed when his voice kept floating across the room. Smooth, professional, occasionally teasing when he’d call out, “Y/N, can you test the connection for me?” Yeah. Connection. Sure.

And of course, Hansol noticed. He noticed how you’d suddenly straighten in your chair whenever Wonwoo spoke, how you’d take exactly 0.5 seconds too long to respond. “You’re down bad,” he whispered during one meeting, and you kicked him under the table hard enough to rattle his pen.

Even worse, Wonwoo didn’t seem fazed by any of it. He’d walk past your desk with that tiny, unreadable smile — the kind that made your brain lag. He’d drop by for “routine checks,” which, suspiciously, only seemed necessary near your cubicle.

By Friday, your nerves were shot. You’d memorised the sound of his footsteps, the shape of his laugh, and the way he said your name like it was something erotic. Or maybe that’s just me who’s thinking that..

You weren’t sure which was worse — that he might notice, or that he already had.

—

You’d left the office hours ago, but Wonwoo’s voice lingered in your mind like a ghost. Back in your apartment, you changed into comfortable clothes — an oversized shirt and didn’t even bother to put on some shorts. You poured yourself a glass of wine, settling on the couch with your laptop, trying to focus on a show. But your thoughts kept drifting back to him.

His smile, his laugh, the way his hair fell across his forehead. You remembered the sound of his voice, the way it echoed through the empty office, wrapping around you like a warm blanket.

You took a sip of your wine, feeling the cool liquid slide down your throat. This is ridiculous. Is the aircon even on?!

You shifted uncomfortably on the couch, feeling a warmth spread through you. You couldn’t believe you were getting turned on just by thinking about his voice. You felt embarrassed, foolish even. But the warmth didn’t go away. Instead, it grew stronger, pooling between your legs.

“I can’t believe I’m doing this,” you muttered to yourself, but your hand was already sliding beneath the waistband of your underwear. You weren’t even touching yourself yet, just pressing your palm against your core through the fabric. “I’m getting horny over someone’s voice..?”

Just say you have a voice fetish — Soonyoung’s voice suddenly echoing in your head that made you feel an overwhelming rush of embarrassment and arousal. You pushed your underwear to the side and slipped a finger inside yourself, that deep voice. “Fuck..”

Slowly pushing it in and out as you imagined Wonwoo’s voice whispering dirty things in your ear. Your other hand reached up to pinch your nipple through your shirt, twisting it gently. You were getting wetter by the second, all from thinking about a man’s voice.

Your mind started playing tricks on you. You pictured his long fingers as he fast-typed on a keyboard. You bit your lip, moaning softly. “God,” you whimpered. Your hips lifted slightly, pushing your finger deeper, thinking it was Wonwoo who was finger-fucking her.

One finger wasn’t enough. You needed more stimulation, more pressure. You cursed under your breath, frustrated that your own hand wasn’t enough to get you off when just thinking about Wonwoo’s voice had you soaking wet. “Damn it..”

—

I stopped moving my finger, my heart racing as reality crashed back in. What the actual fuck was wrong with me..? Getting turned on over a voice?! What the hell. Over Wonwoo’s voice specifically??! Ughh god.. I quickly pulled my finger.

“Maybe I should..” my heart raced at the thought. “Hmm.. should I?” I don’t know what to do. But I’m burning and it hurts already, I need to get by.

This is insane. “No. I won’t do it,” but the thought only lingered on me and I’m going crazy. This is desperate.. yet also fucking hot.

My fingers trembled as I slowly dialed a number.. his number. Each digit felt like a step closer to crossing a line I wasn’t sure I could uncross. The phone rang once, twice, three times. Fuck.. fuck.. fuck! My heart is pounding so much and my free hand is already sliding back into my underwear.. ok maybe I’m not that good of a person- but I need this! I’m gonna go nuts!

—

“Hello?” His deep, husky voice came through the phone, sending a jolt straight to your core. You let out a shaky breath, your finger now slowly circling your clit as you held the phone between your shoulder and ear. “Hi..” You whispered, already lost.

“Hey,” he said softly, unknowingly pushing you further towards the edge. “Everything ok?” He asked, you could hear the concern in his voice. Your hips lifted slightly, pushing your finger inside your clit. “Mhm,”

“You sound distracted.” He paused, you could hear him moving around. “Where are you? I can barely hear you.” His words sent a shiver down your spine. You were silent for a moment, your finger moving faster. “I'm.. in bed,” you whispered, your voice hoarse.

Wonwoo hummed, “It's late. You sleeping?” You bit your lip, debating whether to tell the truth. “No,” you admitted quietly, your hand moving frantically now, your legs spreading wider. Wonwoo’s voice was just too good, too enticing.

“What are you doing then?” He asked, suddenly curious. His voice dropped lower, unaware that he was talking to a woman on the verge of orgasm on the phone. “Because- I’m alone," you confessed, your breath hitching as your finger rubbed faster.

“Aw, are you bored?” He asked gently. “Kind of-” You whispered, your other hand squeezing your breast through your shirt. “Need someone to talk to?” He offered, making small talk while you edged closer to coming.

“Actually- hmm” You started, then bit your lip hard to stop yourself from moaning. Your finger was slowly pressing onto your G-spot, your thumb circling your clit exactly how you liked. “Yeah?” Wonwoo encouraged conversationally, “What is it, Y/N?”

“Nothin- ahh.. mhmm” You whispered quickly, trying to hide the fact that you were about to cum hard on the phone with him. “Just- just thinking about stuff.” Your legs were shaking now, your hips moving in time with your hand. “Like what?” He asked, genuinely interested.

“Stupid stuff..” You breathed softly. “Like.. Like-” You trailed off, getting closer. “Yeah?” He chuckled, unknowingly pushing you towards your orgasm with his deep voice. “Random stuff” You moaned softly, then covered your mouth quickly.

He hummed on the other line, pressing, “Random stuff like..? Y/N.. are you ok?” You were so close now, your hand moving desperately. “Shit-!” You whimpered into the phone, your body tensing up as you came hard, silence filling the line except for your quick pants.

You quickly ended the call, your cheeks burning red as you tried to catch your breath. You cursed yourself, throwing your phone aside and collapsing back onto your bed. “What the fuck did I just do?” You hissed at yourself, feeling both embarrassed and satisfied from that crazy spontaneous orgasm.

He didn’t catch me right..?

—

He looked at his phone, a slow smirk spreading across his face. The call ended abruptly, and he knew exactly why. His mind filled with images of you touching yourself to his voice, coming undone alone in your room. He chuckled lowly to himself, getting hard.

“Y/N L/N, what are you even planning to do?”

He said, dragging a hand over his face, clearly flustered and unsure of what to do next. No.. correction, he is sure of what he’s gonna do that night.

The week after Wonwoo’s temporary contract with her company ended felt weirdly quiet. No passing glances in the hallway, no low voice echoing across the conference room, no reason to hang around the break area pretending you needed another coffee.

Work picked up, deadlines piled, and life moved — or at least pretended to. You told yourself it was fine. Totally fine. People came and went, right? He was just one of them. Except your brain didn’t seem to get the memo. Especially with someone, you had an intense orgasm without him even knowing, or that’s what she thought.

Every time someone with a low voice spoke during a call, your heart did that stupid thing — the half-second jolt before realising it wasn’t him. You hadn’t texted, hadn’t even tried. It wasn’t like you owed him anything. Also, you’re too embarrassed to contact him anyways.

And so, you buried it — until Soonyoung decided to ruin your emotional stability for sport. “It’s Friday,” he declared, barging into your cubicle with the enthusiasm of a man who’s never known shame. “We’re going out. Jihoon’s coming. No excuses.”

“I have emails to-” “Nope,” he cut you off, snatching your mouse and dramatically logging you out. “You’re touching grass tonight, whether you like it or not.”

Which is how you ended up at a crowded downtown bar, squeezed between Soonyoung’s chaos and Jihoon’s eternal disapproval. The music was loud, the lights warm, and the air smelled like beer and bad decisions. You were halfway through your drink when Soonyoung suddenly went still. “Don’t panic,” he said.

Your stomach dropped. “Why?” “Because.. hot people incoming. Specifically, men who look like they pay taxes on time.” You turned and froze. Him. Again.

He was walking in with two other guys — one with long hair and a mischievous grin.. definitely trouble, the other already laughing at something. Wonwoo looked the same — relaxed, slightly tired, effortlessly attractive in a black long sleeves that fit a little too well. Of course. The universe had a sense of humour.

Jihoon noticed your expression instantly. “Oh no,” he muttered. “Who’s that?” You tore your gaze away too quickly. “No one.” Soonyoung squinted. “That’s tech support voice, isn’t it? You mentioned before that you met him already!!” “Lower your voice!” you hissed, smacking his arm.

But fate, being a little shit, made eye contact inevitable. Wonwoo’s eyes swept across the bar — and landed right on you. A flicker of recognition passed through his face, followed by something dangerously close to a smile.

You panicked and looked away. Pretended to study the drink menu like it held the secrets of the universe. “Oh my god,” Soonyoung whispered gleefully. “He saw you.” “Shut up.”

He didn’t. He wasn’t wearing his glasses.

A few minutes later, laughter rippled from the next table — Wonwoo’s group had settled just a few seats away. You tried not to stare. Really, you did. But when you heard his laugh — that same quiet, low sound you remembered from the phone — your whole chest ached, and also down there..

Jeonghan, his long-haired friend, caught you looking. His lips curved into a knowing smile before leaning toward Wonwoo to say something. Wonwoo’s gaze flicked your way again, he’s now wearing his typical glasses, that you swear you just want him to wear while-. Soonyoung caught that, too. “Yup. He’s looking. He’s so looking.”

You groaned, covering your face with your hands. “I hate this. I actually hate this.” Jihoon sipped his drink calmly. “No, you don’t.” And maybe he was right — because when Wonwoo finally stood up, drink in hand, and started walking toward your table, your pulse went wild.

You straightened instinctively, heart hammering. Soonyoung muttered, “Oh my god, he’s coming over-” “Hey,” came that familiar voice — smoother than you remembered, and a lot closer.

You looked up, every thought in your head dissolving into static. Wonwoo smiled. “Didn’t expect to see my favourite caller here.” Soonyoung choked on his drink. Jihoon muttered, “I need another round.”

And you? You just tried to remember how to breathe.

You blinked up at him, trying to play it cool even though Soonyoung was grinning beside you like a proud parent. “Oh, hi.” Wonwoo’s lips curved slightly. “You don’t call anymore.” You tilted your head, shy but smiling. “Well, I don’t need help with anything regarding my technologies, so..”

He took a small step closer, the corner of his mouth lifting. “I meant my personal number. After you ended the call, leaving me behind, you never called again.” You froze. The words hit like a slow echo, sinking into the quiet thrum of music around you. You blinked at him, unsure if you heard right, if he was teasing or serious — until you saw the faint glint in his eyes.

And suddenly, the flash of that night came rushing back. The memory of his voice. The way your breath had hitched, every pressed your fingers made, every moan, every shiver.. everything. The stupid thoughts that followed. Your chest felt hot.

“I- excuse me,” you muttered quickly, voice a little too thin as you slipped past him. The cool air outside hit like a reset button, sharp and grounding. You walked to the bar side, where the noise softened into background static, and pulled a cigarette from your bag with shaky fingers.

The flame flickered when you lit it. You inhaled, letting the smoke fill your lungs before slowly exhaling toward the empty road. The night air wrapped around you, quiet, still. Then.. a low chuckle behind you.

“You smoke?”

You turned slightly, startled. Wonwoo stood a few steps away, hands in his pockets, the faint streetlight catching in his hair. He looked amused — but not judgmental, just curious, his tone lazy and warm. You blinked. “Only when I’m trying to forget embarrassing things.”

He laughed quietly, walking closer. “So that’s what I am?” You took another drag, eyes flicking toward him. “No.. fuck- sorry. I really just am trying to forget something I did”

He tilted his head, smirking faintly. “Like.. touching yourself with the help of my voice?” Your jaw almost hit the floor. You believed it did. You couldn’t even move nor talk, cigarette on your fingers, smoke curling in the space between you.

He took a step closer, closing the gap between you both. His smirk grew wider as he reached out and gently took the cigarette from your fingers. He brought it to his own lips and took a drag before exhaling slowly. “You know what I think?”

“I think you should do something for me. You left me aching that night” He took another drag before offering the cigarette back to you. When you didn’t take it as how shocked you are, he held it there teasingly. “Shotgun.” He said lowly, his face inches from yours. “Can you do a shotgun?”

The sudden request snapped you out of your stunned silence. You blinked rapidly, processing his words. “Shotgun?” You repeated dumbly, finally taking the cigarette back from his fingers. Your hand brushed against his briefly, sending a spark through you. “You want me to-” You paused, then laughed nervously.

He chuckled, his eyes never leaving yours. “Yeah, you know what I mean.” He leaned in slightly, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. “Come on, don’t tell me you’ve never done shotgun before.. you even played without who you’re thinking of”

You raised an eyebrow, ego rising, and took a long drag of the cigarette before exhaling slowly in his direction. As you did, you reached up and wrapped your hand around his nape, giving it a gentle but firm squeeze. His eyes widened slightly at the sudden contact, a small jolt running through him.

You brought the cigarette to your lips again, taking a deep drag before sealing your lips around it and hovering around his mouth. You held the smoke in your mouth for a moment before exhaling slowly into his mouth, sharing the hit with him in a perfect shotgun pass.

Wonwoo’s eyes remained on yours as the smoke filled his mouth, your lips dangerously near his. It was intimate and unexpected, the act of sharing a cigarette like this. His hand instinctively gripped your wrist where it still rested on his nape, holding you there.

Before you could pull away, Wonwoo’s free hand suddenly gripped your hip possessively, pulling you closer as he went in for a kiss. The cigarette fell forgotten to the ground between your feet as his other hand tangled in your hair, tilting your head back to gain better access to your mouth.

The smoke from the cigarette was intoxicating, but it was nothing compared to the taste of his mouth. Wonwoo’s lips moved urgently against yours, his tongue pushing past your lips to explore your mouth with an intensity that left you breathless. The taste of tobacco mixed with his own unique flavour drove you crazy.

—

Fuck, this girl can kiss. My mind was spinning as I devoured her mouth hungrily, my hands gripping her tightly. The taste of cigarettes and something uniquely hers exploded on mine, making my head swim. * deepened the kiss further, my tongue dominating hers as I pulled her flush against me.

This is driving me insane. She’s insane.

Ever since that night, I couldn’t just take her off my mind, much worse, she didn’t even bother to reach out. She made sure she got the pleasure she needed and threw me. Now that’s hot of her.

I broke the kiss briefly as my hands framed her face. I quickly removed my glasses and set them aside. My vision was indeed blurry, but it only seemed to heighten my senses haha, this is driving me crazy. I captured her lips again immediately, my touch turning almost desperate as I kissed her.

The taste of her mouth feels like I needed her to survive.

And I’m not even gonna complain about that.

—

Wonwoo forced himself to break the kiss, his chest heaving as he looked at you through his blurry vision. Your lips were swollen and kiss-stained, a few strands of hair sticking to your flushed cheeks. He blinked rapidly to clear his sight, needing to see your expression clearly.

Your soft voice asking “What do you want to do.. Wonwoo?” snapped something inside him. His hands suddenly gripped your face harshly, thumbs pressing into your cheeks as he groaned possessively before crashing his lips back onto yours brutally. He wanted to fuck you right there against the wall. But he controlled himself.

He broke the kiss again, his face inches from yours as he panted heavily. His hand slid down from your face to your neck, then lower to your collarbone before pausing at the hem of your skirt. “Can I..” He swallowed hard, his fingers curling slightly into your thighs. You nodded.

His eyes darkened as he watched your expression. His hand slid, then lower, pushing past your panties easily. He checked once more if you were okay with this — non-verbal, just watching your body language. You widened your thighs slightly, giving him better access. His mind went blank.

He pushed two fingers deep inside you without warning, his other hand gripping your hip possessively as he pinned you against the wall. His eyes never left your face, watching for any reaction. Like how your pleasure is his pleasure.

Your eyes fluttered closed as you gasped sharply at the sudden action. Your back arched slightly, pushing you further onto his fingers. A small whimper escaped your lips as he began to move his fingers in and out of you, his thumb pressing down on your clit.

“Did you imagine my fingers fucking you like this when I called you and hung up without saying a word?” He asked gruffly, his voice laced with jealousy on your fingers. His fingers curled inside you, finding that sweet spot that made your legs tremble. “Fuck, you’re so wet.”

“Fucking your own pussy thinking it was me? Hm?" He growled, his face hovering over yours. He picked up the pace, his fingers moving in and out of you at a brutal pace. You could only whimper and shake your head, too overwhelmed to speak, too scared to be caught.

He noticed the change in your insides immediately, your folds tightening around his fingers as you began to clench. His eyes darkened with lust and satisfaction. “Won- I.. I’m close” You barely managed to say, his thumb pressing harder on your clit.

One of your legs lifted completely off the ground, wrapping around his waist instinctively as you gripped his shoulders for support. Your fingers dug into his muscles, holding on for dear life as he finger-fucked you against the wall. “Damn, look at you,” he groaned.

Just as you were on the verge of coming apart, Soonyoung’s voice echoed down the street. “Y/N! Where are you?” His fingers froze inside you, your orgasm hovering right at the edge but not allowed to fall over. You froze completely, looking into his eyes, shocked.

You quickly shushed Wonwoo, your hand pushing gently against his chest. “Pull out!” He pulled his fingers out immediately, his other hand quickly adjusting your clothing back into place. You smoothed down your hair and shirt before stepping away from him, your leg still slightly trembling. “Coming!”

Wonwoo chuckled softly against your ear as he whispered just loud enough for only you to hear “You are indeed coming..” His smirk was pure sin. You let him be and walked towards your friend and acted like nothing happened.

“Where have you been? Jihoon thought you got kidnapped,” Soonyoung said the moment he spotted you. “I’m not even that drunk yet,” you replied, looping your arm through his. “Oh, I know,” he said with a grin. “and I thought you were busy, you know.. fucking.”

You choked on your own saliva and smacked his arm. “Soonyoung!” “What?” He just laughed and slowly pushed you inside the bar again.

And before you even went inside totally, you swore you spotted Wonwoo standing against the door, his head tilted back slightly as he slipped two of his fingers into his mouth, sucking it clean. His eyes locked onto yours, his smirk widening as he watched your mouth go open.

“Where’s Soonyoung?” Jihoon asked, wrapping an arm around your shoulders. You giggled, already drunk. “Probably busy making out with someone,” you replied, downing another shot. “Jihoon.. I’m going to sit at that table,” you pointed at one across the room. “Oki?! Don’t find me.. ehe”

Jihoon just shook his head, a small smile on his face as he watched you jog away giggling. “Have safe sex.” He called out after you, his voice getting lost in the loud music of the bar. You waved him off without looking back, your giggles echoing as you made your way to the table alone, a man on the couch, smirking, eyebrows raised as he watched you walk towards him.

“Drunk enough to come at me, Y/N?” Wonwoo said, his arms spread on the back of the sofa, looking intently at you as you sat on one of his thighs and leaned into him. “But sober enough to know what I’m doing..”

Wonwoo chuckled, his arms wrapping around your waist. “Even hotter,” he murmured against your hair, his fingers gently tracing patterns on your back.

He leaned in for another kiss, but you pulled back slightly. “How did you know I was touching myself during our call last time?” You asked softly, searching his face for answers. His smirk returned slowly as he pulled back slightly too. “Love.. it was so obvious” He paused.

His fingers gently scanned your face, his voice low and husky as he continued, “I could hear you whimpering softly, your breaths hitching. I knew exactly what you were doing.” His thumb lightly brushed against your jaw as you opened your eyes again to look into his.

You pulled him into a heated kiss, your lips pressing urgently against his. Wonwoo groaned instantly, his arms wrapping around you tightly as he pulled you closer. The kiss was demanding, passionate, and full of unsaid words. You could feel his erection pressing against your hip, hard as a rock.

The kiss became more intense, tongues dancing aggressively. You started grinding against him slowly, feeling his hardness through his pants. He broke the kiss only to trail open-mouthed kisses down your neck, one hand gripping your hair while the other squeezed your ass, pulling you harder against him. “Your place or mine?”

“Yours..” You said as you leaned wanting to continue the kiss, yet he stopped the kiss as he pulled you up and guided you towards his car. He quickly unlocked his car and pushed you gently inside, he held onto your jaw, kissing you torridly, then pulled away and closed your door.

He walked around the car and got in the driver’s seat, his heart pounding with anticipation. The drive to his place was a blur of speeding streets and red lights. His hands gripped the steering wheel and your thighs, dangerously close to your cunt, tightly, trying to focus on the road instead of the throbbing in his pants.

—

Your jacket hit the living room floor. His shirt was thrown somewhere between the kitchen counter and the hallway. Your bra was tossed near the stairs while his belt buckle echoed loudly. Your pants were kicked off near his bedroom door. His boxers hit the floor just as you slammed him against the wall for another deep kiss.

You pushed him backwards onto the bed, naked except for your underwear. His hard cock stood up proudly, leaking pre-cum. Instead of straddling him immediately like he expected, you climbed on top of him slowly, grinding your covered pussy against his cock teasingly. “Y/N.. stop torturing me.”

He went feral as you positioned yourself on the bed with your hands above your head, giving him full access and a clear view of your body. “Good idea.. how about torture me instead,” you smirked.

“I’m going to torture you so good,” he muttered as he ripped your underwear completely off while kissing you. Before you could even move, he was positioning you in front of the full-length mirror in his bedroom, making you sit on his lap with your legs spread wide.

You could see your entire body reflected in the mirror — your spread legs, his muscular arms wrapped around your thighs keeping them open. Your breasts were beautifully free as he kneaded them slowly from behind. You watched yourself being used in this position. “Look at yourself,” he whispered. That made you shiver.

“God, I love this view,” he whispered against your neck, making you arch your back slightly to press your ass against his cock. “You see how wet you are? How your pussy is just dripping?” He pulled your hips back slightly so your reflection showed your wet slit clearly.

“And your perfect tits..” He squeezed them harder, leaving red marks. “I could fuck you like this all night, watching you watch yourself get destroyed.” His hands slid down to your inner thighs, spreading you wider, you shut your eyes and exhaled a very shaky one.

He slapped your breast hard enough to leave a handprint, making you gasp and your eyes fly open instantly. “Uh-oh.. eyes on the mirror, love” He kissed and bit your earlobe roughly. “Watch how wet you are and I’m not even holding you”

“You know I’m not going to touch your pretty little pussy until you beg,” he whispered, his hot breath fanning across your neck. He proceeds to rub himself against your back, teasing you with the head of his cock. “You want me to touch you?” You nodded desperately. “Then cum.”

He chuckled darkly, his voice seductive. “You’re shaking so bad, love.” He pinched your nipple, making you gasp and your body tremble even more.

“Wonwoo.. please” You begged him. “Imagine what it would feel like inside you.. but no, love. You’re gonna cum from my words alone.” He rubbed against your back again, his voice like a drug, making you whimper. “Mhmm- ughh.. ah Wonwoo-”

“You’re so close, I can tell,” he murmured, his hands slowly sliding up your body from your nipples, over your collarbone, until his fingers wrapped gently around your neck. He applied the slightest pressure, not enough to hurt, but enough to make you feel owned. “Go on, princess. Cum then I’ll fuck you senselessly,” he whispered.

His breath on your neck, sucking on it, at the same time watching your back arch, your hips tilt back instinctively looking for friction, your fold lips swelling and getting wetter by the second without being touched. “I can see your clit throbbing, Y/N.”

“Then.. d-do something about it..” “Shhh.. moan for me... arch that beautiful back... your cunt is twitching so fucking adorably, you’re making me want to put it inside already” His grip on your neck tightened slightly as he watched you fall apart from his words alone.

You let out a desperate whine, your hips moving on their own now, searching for something to grind against. He leaned in closer, his tongue flicking out to lick the inside of your ear, making you shiver even more intensely. “Such a good girl for me,” he whispered.

Fucking voice of yours.

Your body snapped tight as if electrocuted. You threw your head back with a silent cry. Your cunt twitched hard, releasing wetness down your thighs without anything inside you. Your back arched sharply, breasts pushing out, neck exposed as you rode out your unexpected orgasm from just his voice and minimal touch. “Jesus..!”

“Ughh- ahh fuck.. mhmm-hmm” He chuckled as he watched your reflection in the mirror, his eyes intense and hungry. Your moans echoed through the room, desperate and needy sounds that only turned him on more. He kept his hand gently wrapped around your neck even after your orgasm subsided.

“My turn,” he groaned, pushing you down onto your knees without warning. He spread your legs wide apart with his knees, using his cock to spread your cum-coated fold lips open. Without hesitation, he pushed inside you hard and deep. When did he even put on the condom?? “Fuck,” he groaned loudly, feeling your warmth inside that almost made him feral.

He gripped your hips tightly, pulling you back onto his cock as he kneeled behind you. Your reflection in the mirror showed your flushed cheeks, swollen lips, and your breasts bouncing with each thrust. “You’re tight like how I imagined you to be,” he grunted, slapping your ass hard.

“So fucking wet and sticky from your cum,” he groaned, watching his dick disappear inside your slit in the mirror. “And it’s gripping me so fucking tightly.” He reached around to press your clit, making you whine and push back onto his dick harder.

You’re long gone.You felt his cock stretching you open again after cumming so hard from just his words earlier. Each slap on your clit sent electric shocks through your sensitive body, making your walls flutter around him even more tightly. You watched helplessly in the mirror as he fucked you ruthlessly from behind.

Your breasts bounced heavily with each thrust, your hair messy and wild. You felt his balls on your slit with every deep push inside you. He was hitting that spot deep within you that made stars explode behind your eyes. You moaned loudly without inhibition, pushing back eagerly onto his cock.

Suddenly, he grabbed a handful of your hair roughly and pulled your head back, forcing you to arch your back and lean onto him. His other hand reached around to squeeze your throat gently as he started fucking you even harder and faster. The mirror reflected your desperate face, mouth open in a scream of pleasure and pain.

“Wonwoo..” you moaned, eyes shut. “That’s right.. moan the name of the guy inside you right now.” He said, not letting his eyes leave the mirror even for just a second.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he whispered on your ear, his fingers tightening around your neck as his hips snapped forward, burying his wrapped dick deep inside your folds, which tightened as well along with his orgasm. You felt his hot cum shooting inside the condom. I wonder what it feels like without the condom..

He let out a few more hard thrusts, making sure both of your orgasms are satisfied. Pull out, throw the condom, and put on a new one, your eyes solely on the mirror, watching his movements from behind.

Then, suddenly, lifted you up in his arms. Without a word, he pinned you against the mirror, your leg wrapping around his arm and the other one on his shoulders instinctively. “Fucking hell- Wonwoo! Didn’t even wa-wait..” He started pounding into you with brutal force. The sound of skin hitting skin filled the room along with your moans and his heavy breathing.

His cock was rock hard again inside you, hitting that spot deep inside that made your vision blur. Now it’s not just him who has a blurry vision. He leaned in, crushing his lips against yours in a fierce, hungry kiss.

His tongue invaded your mouth, mimicking the movements of his dick as he continued to make love with you. You could taste the saltiness of his sweat and the faint hint of tobacco on his lips.

You were overstimulated beyond belief, your body shaking and twitching with every thrust. Your cunt was so sensitive from the multiple orgasms that even the slightest touch made you cry out in a mix of pleasure and pain. His kiss was suffocating, his tongue overwhelming your mouth.

Your nipples were hard and aching, rubbing against his chest with every rough thrust. You felt your cunt clenching around him uncontrollably, milking his cock for more cum. Your entire body was on fire, every nerve ending sparking with intense pleasure.

He pulled back from the kiss to watch you with heavy-lidded eyes, his gaze flicking up to the mirror behind you. The glass shook and rattled with each thrust, reflecting your contorted face and the way your body bounced against his. He grinned, seeing how thoroughly fucked out you looked.

“Fucking look at yourself,” he growled lowly, his voice rough and commanding. “See what a mess you are? Getting destroyed by my dick.” His hand reached up to your face, pushing his thumb to open your mouth. “You like that?” You sucked on his thumb, making him smirk.

Your eyes rolled back, your body convulsing as you came suddenly on his cock. “Shit-” your pussy clamping down so tightly he swore he thought his dick’s gonna be cut in half. He watched in the mirror as your entire body shook with pleasure. “Cuming without saying, huh?”

“You like my voice so much?!” He groaned, not slowing down his thrusts even as you spasmed around him. He adjusted his angle slightly, hitting that spot that made you scream even through your sensitivity. He’s catching his high as well.

His hips are moving slower but more deep now. “Still squeezing my cock like you’ve never cum before.” He bit your lip hard as he felt his orgasm building. “Gonna fill this condom so fucking much..”

“Ahh-!” He moaned loudly, screaming your name, burying his face in your neck as he started coming hard, his hips jerking forward as he pumped his cum into the condom. You could feel the warmth even through the rubber, his thick cum filling it to the brim again, like he hadn’t just filled you minutes ago.

Morning light filtered through the curtains — pale gold, slow, almost shy. You stirred against the sheets, the faint scent of coffee and clean linen hanging in the air. The space beside you was warm.

Wonwoo lay on his side, propped up on one elbow, scrolling lazily through his phone. His hair was messy, eyes soft when he noticed you blink awake. “Goodmorning,” he murmured, voice lower than usual — rough with sleep. What the fuck.. he’s voice could be deeper????

You only hummed in reply, burying your face halfway into the pillow. The ache in your body made everything feel heavy but oddly peaceful. You shifted a little, noticing the fresh bottoms you had on, the faint scent of soap clinging to your skin. “Did you..?” you started.

He chuckled quietly. “Yeah. You knocked out last night. I didn’t want you waking up sticky, so I took care of it.” You groaned softly, covering your face with one hand. “You really didn’t have to-” “I wanted to,” he said simply, like it was the most natural thing in the world.

“Your glasses didn’t fall last night..” You said, trying to prove a point. “Oh is my glasses, one of your fantasies as well?” He teased that made you and him laugh.

Silence stretched for a moment — comfortable, slow. Then you reached across the bedside table for your phone. He watched you, eyebrow raised. “Already checking your emails?” “Nope.” You grinned sleepily, fingers already dialing.

He frowned. “Are you seriously calling someone right now?”

You pressed the speaker button and looked at him. The phone rang once before his phone, somewhere on the nightstand, began to buzz. Wonwoo’s brow furrowed even more. “Are you calling me?”

You smirked as his screen lit up with your name. He picked up, lips curving. “What is this..?”

You smiled into the receiver, eyes still on him. “Just making sure I don’t have to press one again for tech support.” He huffed a quiet laugh, shaking his head as he leaned closer.

“Good,” you said softly. “Because when I dial a number, I like it when it’s your voice that answers, not an automated machine.” Wonwoo chuckled, setting his phone down and brushing his thumb along your jaw. “Then I guess I’ll keep the line open for you.”

You met his gaze — lazy morning sunlight spilling over both of you — and smiled. “Mhmm. Because I think I might need tech support again.” He laughed against your lips. “For what?”

“For whatever’s wrong with my heart,” you teased.

Wonwoo only kissed you in reply.

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"No…" He looked down at you as your fingers nimbly untied the knot and straightened out the loop.

"Didn't anyone ever teach you?" You stuck your tongue between your lips, concentrating on getting the length correct.

Your relationship with Mingyu was new, you started dating only a few months ago. Tonight was your first big step as a couple, your cousin's wedding. When you got your invitation a year ago, you absentmindedly checked 'yes' to bringing a plus one thinking you would bring one of your friends. However, when you asked Mingyu to come with you only a few short weeks after you started seeing each other, he practically jumped at the opportunity.

As the wedding inched closer, however, Mingyu became more and more nervous, this exact moment being no exception.

"What if they hate me?" He mumbled absentmindedly.

"My family isn't like that, if I like you they will too." You assured him as you pat his chest, tie tied neatly. "Let me grab my purse and we'll be ready." You stand on your toes to kiss his cheek, lightly enough that your lipstick doesn't transfer.

He held your hand through the entire ceremony, squeezing it at the heartfelt vows. As everyone was filing out of the rows of chairs you could feel more than a few pairs of eyes on you and your boyfriend. You tugged at Mingyu's hand to keep him back for a moment.

"So," you sighed. "My family is nice, but they'll have about a million questions." You smoothed your hands down the arms of his suit. "Have a beer with my uncles and dance with my aunts if they ask, please." You stole a glance at his face.

"I think I can manage that." He smiled down at you with a wink. You smiled back and pulled him toward the reception. Scanning the table assignments for your name you felt his hand on your hip, he tapped his finger on the chart. "Table 6."

Your table consisted of several of your cousins and their long term partners, all of them eyeing the two of you as you approached. Mingyu was by far the newest addition to the group, which was a glorified version of the kids table at your grandmother's house.

"Y/N!" One of your cousins squealed, breaking the ice. She scurried over to you and wrapped you in a hug. "She did a great job, didn't she?" She beamed at you, gesturing around to the room.

"Oh yes!" You smiled. "She's always been so good at these types of things." You pulled Mingyu forward toward the group. "Everyone, this is my boyfriend, Mingyu." You watched as he introduced himself to the table, shaking everyone's hands. You smiled as you took your seat.

Dinner went well, Mingyu fit in seamlessly with your cousins. The bride and groom made their rounds greeting everyone during the meal, thanking everyone for coming. As they left your table the bride turned over her shoulder and mouthed the words.

"He is so cute!" Pointing at Mingyu beside you. You couldn't stop smiling then.

"I'm going to get us drinks." He kissed your head and walked off toward the bar, only to be intercepted by one of your uncles on the way there. You laughed as he shook his hand.

"I like the way he looks at you." Your aunt stated simply as she slid into the seat that was previously occupied by Mingyu. You jumped.

"Oh?" You turned toward her.

"Yes, he seems absolutely smitten with you." She glanced toward the bar where her husband was pushing a beer into Mingyu's hand. "Nice boy."

"Have you even talked to him?" You took a sip of your water.

"Not yet, but considering he's humoring your uncle with whatever ridiculous story he's telling, I can tell he's a good one." She nodded, her eyes traveling back to you. "Hold on to him."

"I'm planning on it."

"I think they like me." Mingyu whispered to you, his arms snaking around your waist as the music slowed down.

"I would say so, considering this is the first dance we've had together tonight." You laughed.

"I'm sorry, baby." He pulled you close.

"No it's okay," you toyed with the hair at the nape of his neck. "Just as long as I get you for the rest of the night."

"Oh, oh," he looked down at you. "You absolutely will."

Mingyu's fingers were on the zipper of your dress before you were even through the front door. Once it was closed he had you pinned against it, unzipping you at a painfully slow pace. He savored every inch of skin that came into view before letting the fabric drop to the floor, pooling at your feet. He turned you to face him.

"So beautiful." He stated as his eyes raked down your body. "All for me." His hands were on his tie, yanking it over his head.

"I worked hard on that." You commented.

"Baby, it was coming off anyway."

"Well don't stop there!" You pouted. Swiftly, he scooped you up into his arms and carried you off toward your bedroom. He threw you gently onto the bed and took a step back. You propped yourself up on your elbows, "what are you doing all the way over there?"

You watched as he undid the buttons on his shirt agonizingly slowly. One, two, three…you had the perfect view of his firm chest. You bit your lip as the shirt became more and more open until it was completely undone. His tan skin peaking out was the perfect contrast to the crisp white. He pulled it off of his arms and let it flutter to the floor.

"Come here," he hooked his hands behind your knees and pulled you to the edge of the bed. Your stomach flipped as he sank to his knees in front of you. He settled himself between your knees and looked up at you. His eyes were large and pleading. You nodded.

He leaned forward and kissed your cunt over your panties. The contact sent electricity through your entire body. He delivered another kiss and another. One right after the other. He shook his head back and forth causing you to shutter. He hummed into your clothed cunt, sending vibrations through you. He hooked his fingers under your panties and moved them to the side. "So wet for me." He mumbled not looking away from your glistening heat.

He licked a the first fat stripe up your pussy and suddenly everything was him. The heat in the room was from his tongue, his cologne was in your nose, and his shameless moans bounced off the walls. You didn't even realize you were moaning alongside him at first. He ran his tongue through your folds slowly, as if he wanted to map out every inch. He found your clit easily, attaching his lips around the bundle of nerves he sucked harshly. Your moans overpowered his. Continuing his ruminations on your clit he lined up two fingers with your entrance and entered slowly. Even his fingers made you feel full, he pumped them in and out of you reaching to that spot that drove you crazy with ease. You felt like you were on fire, pleasure and desperation mixing inside of you had you tipping over the edge all too soon.

Mingyu lapped up everything you gave him. You clawed at his shoulders as he ran his tongue through your folds lazily.

"Fuck me." You stated simply. He delivered a final kiss to your cunt before standing up to fish a condom out of your bedside table. You watched as he tore the foil open with his teeth and rolled the condom down his hard length. He crawled over you, his cock hard against your thigh.

"Ready?" He smiled at you. You nodded as you felt him lineup with your entrance. He slid in easily, using the mixture of your arousal and his spit. Every inch of him filled you slowly as he bottomed out. You had never felt so full. He watched your face as you adjusted to his size.

"Move, Gyu." You begged breathlessly and he needed no further prompting to start rocking into you. He buried his face in your neck and lost himself quickly to the feeling of your cunt wrapped around him. Between kisses to the soft skin of your neck, his whimpers and moans filled the room. Your fingers tangled in his hair, tugging lightly as he moaned in response.

"You feel so good." Mingyu breathed into your neck. His hips were snapping to yours even faster now, you knew neither of you could hang on much longer at this pace.

"Slow down." You told him. His hips sputtered at the command but ultimately he slowed down his pace. "Savor it." You moaned near his ear.

"It won't matter how slow I go if you keep sounding like that." He whined. You moaned shamelessly to egg him on. "Y/N I'm serious."

"Then cum." You whispered. His pace picked back up almost immediately and the coil in your stomach tightened so quickly it almost took your breath out of your lungs. You could feel his hips sputtering as he desperately chased his high.

Suddenly, you tumbled off the edge. Your eyes screwed shut and bursts of light exploded behind your eyelids. Mingyu followed you shortly. He laid on top of you as you both tried to catch your breaths.

"I love you." Mingyu nipped your neck.

"That's the first time you've said that.." You whispered.

"And?"

♡ Warnings: creepy coworker, someone pinches reader's ass, subsequently gets their ass kicked, angry cheol, lots of kissing, fingering, unprotected sex, rough sex, car sex, creampie, pet names (baby).

♡ A/N: This is a lil comfort fit requested to me by an anon. I hope that I did your request justice my darling 💜

“Cheol!” you scream, high heels scraping the concrete as you shuffle across the parking lot in pursuit of your boyfriend. “Choi Seungcheol, I know you hear me!” 

When you called your boyfriend it’d been for comfort. You needed a shoulder to cry on, someone to console you, but you didn’t know he’d react like this. Part of you didn’t know that he could. Seungcheol’s your sweetheart, your teddy bear. He’s the loving gaze that you wake up to each morning and the gentle arms you fall asleep in at night. Your man would never hurt a fly. At least you thought so. The way he is now—jaw clenched, irises burning with rage—you aren’t as sure about that anymore. 

“Vernon, get her in the car!” he shouts back to his best friend and an arm clasps around your wrist, dragging you back towards the car. 

You turn to Vernon, pleading with him to do something. Anything. But it goes in one ear and out the other. You look back to Seungcheol in time to catch the moment he disappears through the doors of your job, out of your sight and completely out of your control. Defeated, you slip into the passenger’s seat without a fight, pouting as the door slams closed. You glance up at the rearview mirror and into the backseat where another of Seungcheol’s best friends sits with guilt all over his face. 

“Sorry” Wonwoo mouths, apologizing for his lack of effort to stop Seungcheol in the first place. Not that he can blame him for the way he’s acting. Wonwoo would react the same way if his girlfriend called him crying because some asshole at work decided it was a good idea to touch her. He’d break his fingers. Every single one. 

Your night had started out so well. The bar wasn’t as packed as it usually is. Mostly regulars and a few harmless college kids whose fake IDs were enough to get them in. Tips were steady, your favorite bartender was working, and your boss even agreed to cut you early to make it to your friend Hoshi’s birthday party. But if working at the bar has taught you anything it’s that things can change at the drop of a hat and it did the second your worst enemy clocked in. 

To him you’re far from enemies, somewhere in his delusional brain you share a mutual crush, but in the real world a sense of nauseating dread overcomes you in his presence. You’ve told Seungcheol about him before. How he makes it a point to be in close quarters with you. Always making excuses to squeeze in beside you when you’re getting ice or putting in orders. How he insists on calling you pet names like “cutie” or “sexy” even though you’ve told him a million times how uncomfortable it makes you. Each time Seungcheol has offered to come handle the situation and each time you’ve insisted that you had it under control but tonight was a different story. 

You’d been taking drink orders for a table, your full attention dedicated to making sure your indecisive patrons were double sure they knew what they wanted. All night he’d been making comments about how pretty you look dressed up for the party. “I bet your boyfriend can’t keep his hands off you” he quipped.

Apparently neither could he because as soon as you weren’t paying attention he thought it was the perfect time to pinch your ass. It happened so quickly. If not for the smile on his face when you turned around you might’ve thought it was a mistake but no. It was very intentional. 

All you wanted to do was turn around and stab him with that pen in your hand but instead you ran to the bathroom, calling the first person you could think of. Your boyfriend. Seungcheol took his time listening to you, promising you everything would be okay and that this would never happen again. Fifteen minutes later he was texting you from the parking lot telling you to come out. If your shift wasn’t already over it was now. 

“It’ll be fine” Vernon reassures you, now seated beside Wonwoo, “He’s got this.” 

Staring out the window at the eerie stillness of the night, you wonder what exactly it is that he’s got. Your anxiety grows with the passing minutes. What’s he doing in there? Why isn’t he back yet? You get your answer when the door to the bar swings open and a body comes flying out, colliding with the ground like a slab of meat. Seungcheol steps out behind him, advancing on the man quicker than he can get up. It isn’t until he grips the back of the man’s head, dragging him towards the car, that you recognize it as your coworker. Seungcheol looks fine, same as when he walked in, but your coworker looks wrecked, his shirt torn and his nose bloodied. 

You watch in horror as Seungcheol brings him right up to the window, dangling him before you like a broken doll. Vernon and Wonwoo avert their eyes elsewhere, pretending not to see a thing. 

“Tell her you’re sorry” Seungcheol commands, tightening his hold and searing the man’s scalp in the process. 

Your coworker sniffs back involuntary tears, blood trickling down his lips. “I’m…I’m sorry, okay?” 

“And you’ll never touch her again?”

“And…and I’ll n-never….”

“Touch her…”

“Touch her again. Okay? Alright?” 

Seungcheol looks at you, his anger softening, “Okay?” 

You nod frantically, your heart racing, “Yes, okay.” 

Seungcheol leans into the man's ear, dealing a final blow to his stomach. “If I hear you even looked at her wrong I’m gonna come back and break your fucking legs.” Turning him loose, Seungcheol watches as the man scurries back into the bar before climbing into the driver’s seat. 

“Everyone good?” he asks, starting the car and flipping on some music. 

Vernon throws him some wicked side eye. Everyone’s good except that guy. “Yeah, man. We’re good.”

Wonwoo nods in agreement, pulling out his phone to be involved in anything but this. “A thousand percent.” 

Seungcheol takes your hand, petting the back of it with his thumb. He brings it to his lips, pressing soft kisses to your knuckles. You want to say something but you can’t. You can only stare in awe at the man before you. Whatever monster anger had turned him into has fallen back asleep, leaving only the boyfriend you know behind, but you can’t shake what just happened. Accepting your silence, Seungcheol starts the car, keeping your hand in his as you head towards your destination. 

Your phone buzzes in your lap. A string of text messages from the bartender coming through. 

✨💖 Dawn ✨💖 What the fuck was that? ✨💖 Dawn ✨💖 Did your boyfriend just kick his ass? ✨💖 Dawn ✨💖 Kinda hot. Ngl. 

Seungcheol sneaks a look at your phone but you catch him, flipping it over to conceal the conversation. What the fuck was that? You don’t even know. Did your boyfriend just kick his ass? Without a doubt. Kinda hot. Not gonna lie. You’re ashamed at how much that strikes a chord. You’re not one of those girls who encourages violence. In fact, you never want to see Seungcheol like that again.

But was it hot? Was that level of protectiveness attractive? Did his angry face make you swoon? Did his arm muscles look especially delicious dragging a man across a parking lot? You squeeze your thighs together to quiet the feeling awakening between them. You’ve gone insane. Haven’t you?

You try to focus on something else. Humming along to songs on the radio. Watching the neon signs of local shops fly by in a blur of color as you speed down the road. Marveling at the glow of the moon and the stars dancing around it. But none of it seems to work and by the time you’re pulling up to Hoshi’s apartment the sprinkle of moisture in your panties is reaching borderline flood status. 

“You guys head inside. We’ll be up in a minute” Seungcheol whispers back to his friends and they climb out of the car without a word, heading up to the party. 

Seungcheol switches the car off, leaving the two of you alone in silence. He watches you for a moment but you only stare straight ahead. Too awkward to look him in the eye. He thinks you must be mad at him, that maybe he went too far, and the idea that he hurt you even a little bit makes him sick. 

“Come here” he says, shifting his seat back to make room for you. 

The way he taps his lap to call you over makes you fold in an instant and you find yourself climbing onto him, your knees tucked at his sides as he reaches up to cradle your face. He rubs your cheeks, looking up at you through a curtain of chocolate brown hair, and warmth radiates through your body. 

“You mad at me?” he asks, as close to pouting as you’ve ever seen him. 

“Why would I be mad at you? He deserved it” you say, your own anger at the man’s actions boiling to the surface, “I was just surprised to see you like that.”

“I don’t like being that way but when it comes to you…” he sighs, taking you in like he would some rare treasure, “I don’t know. I just lost it but I’d never be that way with you. I swear I—”

Pushing his hands away, you press your lips to his, refusing to hear anything more. “Baby, I know you’d never.” You lay your hands on his shoulders, lightly massaging them, and you can almost feel the tension melt away. 

His arms come around your waist, his fingertips invading the space between your top and the softness of your figure. “Good. I just want you to feel safe with me.” He returns your kiss with another. Something short and sweet. “I’ll always protect you. Always take care of you.”

He pulls you closer, deepening the kiss and stirring up those feelings brewing deep inside of you. His tongue performs a beautiful dance with yours, tangling in a mixture of love and lust, building the heat between you. Seungcheol’s hands slide down your body, slipping beneath your skirt to knead the succulent flesh of your ass. 

“Cheol” you giggle, his lips still on yours even as you speak, “Behave.”

“Mmm, I don’t think I know what that means” he teases, squeezing harder. When he does it grinds you down onto him, something stiff pressing back up against you. 

You release the softest moan, rocking your hips, desperate for more friction. “We should go inside” you say more for yourself than for him. 

Burying his face in your neck, he plants intoxicatingly slow kisses along your skin, your pulse racing beneath his tongue. You arch your back in response, giving him the perfect angle to sneak a hand between your thighs, stroking your increasingly needy pussy through your panties. His cock steels at the realization of how wet you are, the fabric so drenched that he can feel you clenching. 

“You’re right, we should” he mumbles, looping a finger around your panties, his knuckle dragging along your slit, “But you have to get up first, don’t you?”

Your eyes fall closed as you bask in the tingly sensation his actions send rippling up your walls. You hold on tighter to his shoulders, your pillowy tits swelling against his chest. The absence of a bra makes it easy to tell how hard your nipples have gotten and he wishes to god that had enough room to take one onto his mouth, swirling his tongue around it until your eyes roll back. 

“Get up? I can…mmph” you whine as his finger curls into you. One after the other until three of his dexterous fingers are stretching you wide, lazily pumping in and out of your tight hole.

Seungcheol slaps your ass making you jiggle around his fingers. Kissing his way up your chin, he finds your lips again, lapping up every moan you pour out. “Go ahead, baby, get up” he taunts, fingers moving faster, delving so deep into your warmth that he swears he can feel every part of you. 

You bite down on your lip, your moans growing louder the harder you try to keep quiet. At the back of your mind you know you aren’t truly alone. There’s a party going on inside. What if someone else decides to show up and sees you like this? What if one of the guys left something in the car and comes back for it?

A million possibilities flow through your brain but more than that, more than anything else in the world, it's how good this feels. How well Seungcheol knows how to fuck you with his fingers. How hot he looks doing it. He gets off on pleasing you—the arousal soaking his boxers is more than enough evidence of that—and he can never hide how much he loves watching you. His beautiful girl. Dripping and moaning all because of him. All for him. 

“Cheol…” you whisper, your fingers finding his hair, “Want you…inside…”

You can barely speak, already too drunk off his fingers to perfectly articulate what it is that you want, but for Seungcheol it’s enough. You never have to ask him twice. He gives you a few more pumps, harder and rougher than the others, before his drenched fingers pop free, juices dripping down your thighs.

In no mood to be patient, you sit back, hurrying to remove any barriers between you and what you want the most. His cock springs free, the head already wet enough to shine in the glow of the streetlights. It’s pretty enough to make your mouth water. So thick and well defined that you can’t resist running your fingers down it to admire the perfection of it. 

Seungcheol coaxes you into a kiss, his hand around the base of his cock as he guides you up and onto it. He eases you down onto it a little at a time, not wanting to rush the glorious feeling of that first big stretch. When he finally bottoms out you’re left shivering, chills skating up your spine at the fullness. 

“Fuck, you feel amazing, baby” he says, throwing his head back against the head rest.

His fingertips dig into your thighs as you lean into him, rotating your hips to ride his cock at every angle the limited space will allow you to. The car windows begin to fog up from the heat of your bodies, tucking you away in your own little world, and you let yourself get lost in it, forgetting about anything else other than the feeling of Seungcheol throbbing against your walls. 

Resting his palm against your cheek, Seungcheol smooths the pad of his thumb across your lips, delicately petting them. “I love you” he whispers, the emotions welling up inside him threatening to overflow. 

You truly are precious to him. When he heard you crying on the phone earlier he lost it. The thought of anyone hurting you made him see red. All he could think was to protect you no matter what that meant. Looking at you now he can’t bring himself to regret it. It’s not just the way you’re riding him, your pussy hugging him with all of its warmth. It’s the way your beauty shines even in the shadows, his love for you growing with every breath you take. 

Placing your hand on his, you bring his palm to your lips and kiss it. “Love you too, Cheol. Love you so much.”

Your profession lights a fire in him that has his lips crashing into yours, his hips raising to thrust into you, an arm locked around your waist to keep you in position. Wave after wave of pleasure washes over you, consuming you until there’s nothing else. 

“Cheol, aah, don’t stop” you plead, “So close.” 

Seungcheol hammers into your sweet spot, sending you racing towards your high. Just as your walls begin to tremble he grabs your ass, lifting you up to leave only the tip of his cock pulsing in your core. “Cum for me, baby” he coos, slamming you back down and sending crashing over the edge.

Your juices cascade down his cock, nails digging into his shoulder as your walls cling to him. He cradles you in his arms, slowing his movements, letting you milk him of his own release. He coats your walls so deeply that you know you’ll be spending all night thinking of having him inside of you even when he isn’t and just imagining it is enough to get you hot all over again. 

Keeping you close, he litters your face with kisses, whispering the sweetest praises as your body relaxes into his. You’ve never felt this loved by anyone. Never so safe and cared for. You have every intention to stay in this car as long as you can, finding heaven in the comfort of his arms, and nothing in this world could make him push you away.

"how've you been sleeping? 'cause i sure have not been sleeping well," she'd asked randomly, widening her eyes in exasperation and taking another sip of her drink.

"hasn't been that great for me either," you sighed truthfully, recalling the sleepless nights you'd been having since jihoon had been on tour and started promotions for his comeback right after. you were truly proud of him, but it sure did suck not having him to hold onto when he would stay at the studio for the night.

your friend giggled, "why? because your 'jihoonie' hasn't been home?" she teased, mocking the name you accidentally called him while she was over at your place a couple months ago. "oh my god, stop it." you slapped her on the shoulder.

"you know i'm right, though." she teased again, wavering when you glared at her. "okay, okay, but i'm being serious. i remember when my boyfriend went on a business trip i was up all night," she exaggerated, rolling her eyes when you raised an eyebrow at her "up all night as in tossing and turning till my alarm went off. anyways, i ended up buying a stuffed animal to replace him, and it worked! maybe i should start using that again..."

"hm, maybe that'll help," you pondered, writing a reminder to search for one before another conversation began to sprout out of your friend.

that evening, you spent yet another restless night looking through the internet, finally settling on a moderately sized stuffed animal of a black cat after a couple hours of searching. after typing down your (jihoon's) credit card number, your phone vibrated with a call from your boyfriend.

you set your laptop aside and accepted the call, "hoon?"

"hey, babe. um, na pd just kidnapped us again- i'm going to be in france for a week. i'm really sorry, i promise you i didn't know about it till today..."

it took everything in your power not to let out a sigh, but he seemed to tell.

"i understand if you're mad or suspicious, hell, i'd be too. let me facetime you so i can show you that i'm really being kidnapped."

you hummed in response, accepting the facetime call that popped up on your phone not a second later. it was laggy for sure, but you could tell he was at an airport and that hoshi and wonwoo were seated next to him. they both waved happily.

"sorry he couldn't be home y/n! don't get too mad at him- hey!" hoshi called, yelping when wonwoo slapped him.

"ignore him, you should be as mad as you please." wonwoo smiled before hoshi pounced on him. jihoon turned the camera back to him.

"yeah, that's how it's been going. i'll call you as often as i can, okay? i'll make it up to you somehow."

ugh, you couldn't be mad at that, so holding back a sigh, you put on the most undisappointed smile you could muster. "it's okay jihoon, have fun okay? send me lots of photos."

he smiled back, "okay, i love you. and it's late, go to sleep soon, please." he finally said, waiting for you to say it back before he waved a goodbye and hung up.

you flopped back on the couch in disappointment- another week of this? could you even take more of it? "at least i could put that thing to use," you thought as sleep finally began to take over.

two days later, you opened a brown box to reveal a vacuum sealed black blob. you wondered if you got scammed after cutting the plastic off to reveal a slightly less smushed black blob with cat ears. nonetheless, it was too late to return it now, so you just went on with your day, abandoning it in your room.

when you came back that evening, however, you were greeted by the cat you were promised in all of its stuffed glory. now that it was inflated, you could see that the money paid had been worth it. happy with your purchase, you quickly took a shower and got ready for bed.

by 11pm, you were in bed, wrapping up a facetime call with jihoon as the stuffed animal laid besides you. you were both saying your goodbyes when he noticed it next to you.

"did you get a cat?"

you let out a confused noise before looking around you to find the cat he was referring to.

"this? no, it's just a stuffed animal," you explained, holding up the cat plush and waving it in the camera.

"ah, i see. why'd you get it?"

"oh, you know... just to help..." you answered sheepishly in embarrassment. he raised an eyebrow at your answer then simply nodded.

"hm, well.. enjoy it while it lasts. goodnight to you, love you." he said quickly, hanging up right after, leaving you confused with a hand still on the cat.

"enjoy it while it lasts? how weird." you mumbled, sending a quick message in confusion before laying down. it was weird; with the stuffed animal underneath your arms, the bed all of the sudden seemed more comfortable, and a sudden feeling of coziness filled you. you felt less alone.

and before you were able to silence your phone, turn on white noise, everything you normally did to help you sleep, you were passed out.

so, with the success of that night, you began to sleep with it everyday. it really did seem to work, and you made a mental note to thank your friend when you saw her again.

before you knew it, it was the night before jihoon was said to return to korea. you sent him a message, telling him you were going to sleep and laid down with your newfound cuddle buddy. you wrapped your arms around the cat, and fell sound asleep within minutes.

this is where the weirdness began.

you woke up, stirring to the sound of your door opening to find jihoon in the room, suitcase in one hand and wearing a weird expression. it was weirdly neutral, yet still made you uneasy. he looked... mad?

"hoon? you said you weren't coming back till tomorrow.." you murmured. "why do you look like that?"

"look like what?"

"you look mad" you said truthfully, rubbing your eye to get a better look at him.

"i'm not mad? i think you're still sleepy." he said, walking over and joining you on the bed. he tried to get closer to you but was blocked by something. "what's this?"

"i told you, i got a stuffed animal." you answered sleepily holding it up in front of him. "hm, well you don't need it." he said, grabbing it and tossing it across the room.

"hey, be nice to juni."

"you named it??"

"yeah, so what. meanie." you told him, turning away from him. you weren't actually mad, about 5 seconds away from turning back around to hug him, but he sighed before you could do anything. he scooted closer, wrapping his arms around you and somehow getting (more like manhandling) you to turn around.

"babe, i'm sorry. i missed you a lot. i don't know why i threw the cat- i mean juni." he apologized sincerely before nuzzling into your neck, throwing you completely off guard.

you had not meant for him to take your 'sulking' seriously, and also, you two had never cuddled like this, with him being the little spoon. it wasn't that you minded, but jihoon was never big on physical affection in the first place, so it was odd, but nonetheless, you accepted it.

"hoonie, it's fine. i don't care about it that much," you giggled, stroking his hair. "i'm just glad you're home, you came earlier than i thought." you commented. he nodded in response. "just wanted to surprise you." is all he said, snuggling into you further before knocking out.

the only problem was that after about a week of sleeping with the cat, it sort of became a habit, so the same thing happened for the next 3 days. you would fall asleep with the cat, wake up to jihoon looking mad at you, and then he would start cuddling with you as if he was a whole different person.

which leads you to now.

instead of consulting with him like a normal person, you decide to go to your friend, the same one who suggested getting the stuffed animal in the first place.

"isn't it obvious?" she says after hearing your story. you're both at the same café, sipping the same drinks and everything. you look at her in confusion. "if it was obvious, i don't think i'd be asking? come on, just tell me." you plead, desperate to get your boyfriend to stop scaring you in the middle of the night.

"fine, fine. i'll tell you... he obviously wants you to cuddle with him!"

"yeah, that's what we've been doing. for the past 4 years we've been dating" you deadpan, but she just rolls her eyes at you. "okay yeah, but not like that." she explains, rolling her eyes again when you're dumbfounded.

"he wants you to cuddle with him like how you cuddle that cat! duh! is that not how you hug it or what?" she exaggerates, nearly standing up at how oblivious you are. you take a minute to think back to the last couple nights.

huh, maybe she's right (again? seriously, you got to stop boosting her ego). you normally slept with the stuffed animal with it tucked under your head, was jihoon really jealous of that? come to think of it, he'd always been the big spoon, but it's not like you two had assigned roles to each other or anything, so why would he wait so long just for you to cuddle with him like that? must be some weird double standard bullshit.

anyways, now you have a plan. the goal? to get jihoon to admit his fears once and for all (and partially for him to stop looking at you weirdly in the middle of the night).

when you get home, jihoon's passed out on the couch. not a problem. you go along with your day, finish some coursework, and then get ready for bed. essentially, you do everything you'd do on a normal day, but when it's time for bed, you call out for your boyfriend.

"jihoon! shouldn't you go shower?" you ask. he groans from the living room, shuffling around before entering the bedroom, opening some drawers and pulling out random clothes from it. "i'll be back soon," he says, entering the bathroom. "i'll wait for you～" you sing song back.

only 15 minutes later, he's walking out of the bathroom in his usual sleep wear, no shirt and black shorts. if this had been around 4 years ago when you started living together, you would've gawked at the sight, but by now you were used to it (more like, you learned how to control your reaction).

you put down your phone and watch intently as he walks over. "why are you looking at me like that-" he's cut off mid-question when you drag him onto the bed as soon as he's close enough.

he lands with an 'oomph' and you use all your strength to pull him so he's tucked into you. you honestly think he's going to pop straight back up, but he doesn't, simply complying and cuddling closer to you.

"do you like this?" you ask, holding him close. he seems taken aback; his breath hitches against your neck, and there's a long silence before he answers. "um..."

"i knew it! why didn't you just say so baby?" you say, almost teasingly. he groans, but doesn't push back. if anything, he gets closer, trying to hide the obvious flush that starts to spread across his face. you don't tease him any further, deciding he's embarrassed enough, and simply continue to hold him in a comfortable silence.

"but seriously, why didn't you tell me? i have no problem with it." you ask after a while, looking down to check if he's even awake when a minute passes without an answer. he looks up at you shyly before explaining.

"i didn't even know i liked it until i came home and saw you hugging that thing, really. i guess i was jealous of it? i couldn't tell until i was in that position and realized that i enjoyed it. it felt weird to ask for it, so i just waited till you were.. dazed? god, that sounds bad." he says, putting his head down at the last sentence.

you laugh, "what?? i didn't know you were so evil my hoonie." you tease, letting him break free from your grasp and use juni to smack you in the face. and you decide you're not taking that, so a pillow fight breaks out, except he's still clutching onto the cat with his life, not letting it go as he swings at you. before long, you both give up, landing on the bed, sweating and hearts pounding.

you're both laying on your back, staring up at the ceiling. "wow, it's really been awhile since i did that." he comments, turning his head at you. maybe that's only something you hear in movies, but you don't care. "come over here, you sappy guy."

he listens, rolling over and letting you tuck him into your chest. "your sappy guy, right?" he asks, voice vibrating against you.

"my sappy guy? maybe i should've been doing this from the start-" and he's hitting you again.

He's turning thirty in an hour—adult enough to understand his girlfriend couldn't be there to celebrate his birthday with him. Yet, the way he's spent his past few birthdays wrapped up in a blanket with you has accustomed him to your presence. So it feels more than empty to realise that you're not here now, and he misses you.

Sighing, he tiredly cleans up the apartment, and gets in the hot shower. When he comes out, he's startled to see an absurdly large box kept on the bed.

His hair is still dripping, and his light blue shirt is clinging to his frame when he hesitantly steps ahead, knowing it might be your surprise. His heart fills with hopes of you hiding somewhere so he checks behind all curtains, in the cupboard, behind the doors, even under the bed. But you're nowhere.

“Angel?” He calls out, but there's no response. Something in his heart begins to hurt a little, but he looks at the abnormally large box, and stands by the edge of the bed, pulling at the strings.

He steps back in a fright when the box falls open, and confetti blooms from the inside. There's a high pitched sound of the happy birthday song playing somewhere within, but what surprises him the most is the sight of you scrunched up in the middle, smiling brightly at him.

“Surprise!” You mutter, rather late, observing the shock on his face while you stand. You know for a fact that seeing Jeonghan this surprised has ticked one of the wishes from your bucket list.

“Happy birthday, pretty boy,” you whisper, now standing in front of him on the floor, and removing the confetti stuck on his hair.

Jeonghan is still for another second before you hear him exhale. You don't get time to think when you feel his hand on the nape of your neck and your head is tilted to reach his awaiting lips.

“God, I love you. I missed you.” He mutters against your mouth, smiling into the kiss as you pull away to look in his eyes. “You thought I'd miss your birthday?”

“You love me too much,” he grins, letting his head fall into the junction between your neck and shoulder. You giggle, wrapping your arms around his frame, not even minding his wet hair. “Nah uh, it's you who loves me too much. That is why I packed myself as a gift for your old 30th.”

“I love the gift, angel, except it nearly gave me a heart attack.” He says, pressing a kiss on your neck which reminds you of your second gift.

You hold his face, pressing a lingering kiss on his lips before grinning. “So for my second gift, you can't kiss me.”

“Excuse me?!”

You push him to sit on the bed, standing between his parted legs and nuzzling your nose against his. “But I'll give you thirty kisses. Thirty for your pretty, old self.”

Jeonghan laughs, yanking you down so you're sitting on his thigh. “Pretty creative, huh?”

“Of course,” you grin, kissing his cheek once, then twice. “Two down, twenty eight more to go.”

He giggles, extending his other cheek for you to kiss. You shake your head mischievously, “I want your nose, baby.”

Jeonghan clicks his tongue at you. “You do realize it's over if I decide to end this silly gift of yours, right?”

“But you won't,” you hold his face and kiss his nose. “Because you like it.”

“I love it,” he says, letting you smother him in kisses that turn more violent progressively. Jeonghan thinks he can't have a better start to his birthday.

Jeonghan knows you like the back of his hand. Since the moment he met you he’s understood you like no one else. He can tell when you’re happy by the way your eyes light up. He can tell when you’re sad, even when you’re trying to pretend you aren’t.

Coming home from school he can immediately tell that something is off. He saw Seungcheol before he headed out. Seungcheol seemed more moody than normal. Joshua seems lost in his own world working on a song for his music production class.

The moment you walk out of your room dressed in a hoodie and pajama pants Jeonghan knows something is wrong. There is a look of sadness behind your eyes.

His eyes stay focused on you as he watches you walk off into the small kitchen. He drops his book bag by the door and follows you. He stops to lean against the door frame. He clears his throat, capturing your attention.

“Darling?”

Turning to face him, you don’t bother trying to put on a fake smile. His stomach drops at the sight of your watery eyes.

You feel dumb. Why are you sad that sex with Seungcheol didn’t lead to some romantic gestures? You don’t even have that strong of feelings for him.

“Hi, Hannie.” Your voice sounds meek.

“What’s wrong?” He steps closer to you.

“Nothing.” It’s a lie and you both know it.

The closer Jeonghan gets to you he notices something on your skin. He takes a slow deep breath realizing the mark that painting the skin on your delicate neck is a hickey. He knows logically that mark could have only been given to you by two men. One being Mingyu, the frat boy he knows has been pursuing you. Or the second option, the one that will make him mad, it’s from Seungcheol.

“What happened to your neck?” He’s trying to stay calm. He has no right to fully fly off the handle unless you didn’t want them to mark you. You aren’t Jeonghan’s by any means, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t wish you were.

“Jeonghan it’s nothing.” You sigh, reaching up to cover the mark.

“Was it Mingyu?”

“Hannie.” You step away from the counter. It’s clear you’re trying to get away from this conversation. “I don’t want to talk about this.”

He wants to push you until you tell him who it was, but he knows that will upset you. You’re upset and he doesn’t want to make you even more upset.

Without saying another word you walk past him straight out of the kitchen. You originally planned on watching a movie with Jeonghan and Joshua but you aren’t sure you can. You’ve never lied to either boy and you aren’t sure you can do it now.

Walking off to your room you close the door. Leaning against it you hear footsteps approaching, you know it’s Jeonghan.

There is this guilty feeling eating away at you. You made a mistake sleeping with Seungcheol. You hurt Jeonghan by being careless. You wait there silently for him to knock but he never does.

Pushing yourself away from the door you pull off your hoodie tossing it on the floor by the door. Going to your dresser you find your favorite shirt to sleep in. It’s a baggy shirt that you stole from Jeonghan a year ago. Glancing into the mirror you stare at the marks that line the skin of your lower neck and chest that Seungcheol left behind.

Laying on your bed you decide to spend the evening reading. Maybe that will help distract you from the millions of thoughts swirling around in your brain.

-

Jeonghan leans against your door feeling conflicted. He desperately wants to talk to you but he knows you clearly want space.

The front door opens and Seungcheol walks in. He glances over at your door and his eyes lock on Jeonghan’s.

Joshua looks up from his laptop. He must be able to feel the tension taking over the room.

Without saying a word Jeonghan walks towards Seungcheol towards the hallway near both their rooms.

“Can we talk?”

“Sure.” Seungcheol responds.

Walking into Seungcheol’s room Jeonghan knows he needs to stay calm. He can’t just outright accuse Seungcheol, he needs to get him to admit to whatever happened between the two of you.

“Do you know what happened with ___ today? When I got home from school she just seemed upset. She said nothing happened, but I know she’s not telling the truth. She just seems sad.”

Seungcheol walks over and sits on the edge of his bed. “Jeonghan, I don't know. I’m not close with her like you are. I don’t know how to read her thoughts like you.”

“Shua said she seemed upset after meeting up with Mingyu.” Seungcheol doesn’t say anything, he just stares at Jeonghan. “I also saw a hickey on her neck so I’m just worried something happened that upset her.”

A heavy sigh passes Seungcheol’s lips. “I don’t think she hooked up with Mingyu.”

“Who would she have hooked up with then?”

“Anyone is better than one of the frat boys. Aren’t you glad her and Mingyu are done?”

“They’re done?”

“I think he got jealous when he saw me and her talking today.” Jeonghan is already getting more information from his older roommate than he thought he would. “Just be happy I did your job for you.”

“My job?” Jeonghan knits his brows together as he crosses his arms.

“Yeah, your job is to scare any guy away from her. Just like you do at any party we go to.” Jeonghan stares at him, narrowing his eyes.

“Oh come on Jeonghan we all know how jealous you get of any male who just shows her attention. I’m shocked you didn’t put a stop on the whole Mingyu situation before he could even ask her out.” Jeonghan would be lying if he didn’t admit to glaring at any man who tried to flirt with you at a party. He’s never said anything to anyone if they tried to flirt with you. Normally he just glares at them long enough until they get the hint.

“Whatever happened today she's clearly upset.”

“We got into an argument in the car. She’s probably mad at me. I already apologized.”

“Just an argument?”

“Yeah.” Seungcheol wasn’t dumb. He’s well aware Jeonghan knows he’s lying.

“Maybe you should go out tonight.”

“Are you kicking me out of my own apartment?” He cocks his brow at his younger roommate.

“No, I’m suggesting you just give her space tonight. I think you owe it to her.”

“Fine, I'll crash at Jihoon’s tonight.”

Seungcheol packs a backpack and heads out of his room. Jeonghan walks out behind him and finds Joshua sitting on the couch waiting for him.

“What happened?” Joshua asked.

“Darling and him got in a fight and I told him to give her space tonight.”

“Are you going to go talk to her or should I?”

He shakes his head. “No, I want to give her space for a few hours and then I’ll talk to her.”

-

It’s close to midnight when there is a knock on your door. You know that it’s either Jeonghan or Seungcheol. Maybe you’ll get lucky and it’s Joshua checking in on you.

“Come in.” You realize now that the hickies on your neck are visible.

The door slowly opens and Jeonghan pops in. He gently closes the door behind him. He stares there silently examining them for a long moment.

“Seungcheol went over to Jihoon’s. I don’t think he will be coming home to honest. Jihoon texted me and told me he’s pretty drunk and is crashing at his and Soonyoung’s place.”

Sitting your book down you slowly sit up. “Okay.”

“Cheol said you guys had a fight.”

“Yeah.”

“Did you guys do more than fight?” He doesn’t sound angry, because he’s not. Maybe that’s a lie, he is angry with Seungcheol. But he would never be mad at you for this.

“Hannie, why does it matter?”

“I just want to know.” He steps towards your bed. “I just want to know why you’re clearly upset.”

“Am I damaged goods if something more happened?” He doesn’t say anything, he just stares at you processing your question. “If something more happened, does that ruin whatever this whole thing is between us?”

“You’re not damaged goods, and it wouldn’t ruin anything.” He puts his knee on the bed.

“It was dumb. I was mad at him, he was being such an asshole. He ruined things with Mingyu.” You pause. You feel so embarrassed that he would even say anything this rude. Especially to someone you liked. “He made it seem like you two and Shua passed me around—” Your eyes water thinking about his rude comment. “We just got in an argument and next thing I knew we were kissing and then hooked up in his car.” Looking back this isn’t your proudest moment, you don’t regret sleeping with Seungcheol. You just wish you had gone about it differently.

“I’m going to punch him.” He’s trying to stay calm. He’s mad that Seungcheol would ever make a move on you.

“It’s my fault.”

He crawls onto your bed. He sits on his knees in front of you. “Don’t say that. It’s not your fault.”

“Hannie, I wanted it to happen.”

Reaching out he rests his hand on your cheek. “Why are you upset then?”

“Because it didn’t mean anything. Like Cheol said, we just fucked. I was nothing more to him, then one of those random girls that come and go through our front door.”

He drags his thumb gently across your cheek, capturing your full attention. “You are so much more than some random girl.”

“It doesn’t feel like that.”

“It doesn’t matter what you mean to Cheol. You mean so much to me.”

“Can we not talk about this anymore? I’m tired.”

He pulls his hand away from your face. “We don’t have to talk about it. I can leave if you would like.”

“Did you want to sit with me while I read?”

“Of course darling.” You’re pretty sure he’s called you darling more than he’s ever called you by your actual name. There’s something so sweet about the way he says darling.

He moves so he is sitting in the bed next to you. “Would you like to lean against me while you read?”

“Yes.”’

He puts his arm over your shoulder. Leaning in your rest most your body weight against him as you start to read. Being this close to him has always felt so natural. You're pressed up against him focusing on your book. He’s busy scrolling through his phone. Even while he’s on his phone, you are his full man focus.

You occasionally will glance up and find him giving you a gentle smile.

It takes about an hour before your eyes have grown too heavy. You fall asleep comfortably leaning against Jeonghan, holding on to your book.

He’s trying his hardest not to wake you as he attempts to lay you down so you can properly sleep.

“Hannie?” You’re barely awake, mumbling.

“Darling?”

“Are you leaving?” Your eyes are closed as you curl up closer to him.

“I can leave if you want me to.”

“Can you stay and hold my hand?”

“Yes.” Slowly he moves so you're both laying down on your bed. You’re basically spooning. Your head is resting on his arm while you hold his hand that is resting on your stomach.

It takes Jeonghan a second to fully relax. The moment you move so you’re pressed up against him. “Sweet dreams darling,” he whispers before kissing the top of your head.

Jeonghan has probably never gotten a better night's sleep than he did as he was able to hold you. He looks down at your sleepy form and can’t help but smile.

You look so peaceful, he slowly pulls his arm away from you. He needs some coffee and he wants to surprise you with coffee and breakfast.

“Are you leaving?” You mumble against the pillow.

“Just for a moment. I’ll be back.”

“Okay.” You mumble.

Slipping out of your room he heads off to the kitchen. He finds Joshua sitting at the table drinking a cup of coffee and scrolling through his phone.

Joshua lays his phone down and glances up at Jeonghan as he starts making coffee. “Is she okay?” Joshua is very aware Jeonghan slept in your room. It’s clear you were upset last night and it’s not his place to comment on the situation. He knows that if it’s bad Jeonghan will let him know. When it comes to you Jeonghan always seems to know you best and knows how to comfort you.

“She will be.”

“Okay.” Joshua goes back to scrolling through his phone. “I’m going to head over to Kitten’s so you’ll have the place to yourself.”

Jeonghan’s goal for the day was to spend the day relaxing and hopefully cuddling with you.

-

It’s been two weeks. In that time you’ve barely seen Seungcheol. He hasn’t brought a single girl home, and he’s frequently out until he’s goes to bed. When he is home you’re normally locked away in either your room or Jeonghan. Sometimes if Jeonghan is at class, Joshua will steal you away if Seungcheol is in a common area of the house. Everyone seems to know what’s going on without directly talking to you about it. Joshua hasn’t mentioned anything about what is going on with you and the other two boys, but you can tell he knows something's up. He’s more gentle with you than normal. You’ve also noticed his best friend Kitten who is frequently over your place is extra gentle with you as well. From what you have gathered her and Joshua tend to share everything. You aren’t exactly shocked she knows something is up.

“Why does it feel like I’m going through a breakup?” You ask, sitting on Jeonghan’s bed. You’re hanging out with him studying for your test while he’s busy building legos.

He looks up from his legos he’s building and tilts his head to the side. “With Cheol?”

“Yeah.”

“Because he got your hopes up and hurt your feelings. It feels like the sting of going through a break up.” His gentle eyes roam your face. He recently got a hair cut and you can’t help but like how suddenly it’s brought out his beautiful cheek bones even more.

“Jeonghan, why are you so nice to me?” From the moment he met you, he’s always been so kind to you. The moment you met it was almost as if you instantly clicked.

“Because you mean a lot to me. You’re kind of my person.” He gives you a smile.

“I thought Joshua was your person?” It became very clear when you met Jeonghan that Joshua was his best friend. They were two peas in a pod.

“You’re my person in a different way. He’s my best friend, but you’re incredibly special to me.”

“You’re my person too.” Jeonghan means the world to you. You can’t imagine your life without him in it.

He stands up walking away from his legos. He crawls on to his bed. “Things will get better with Cheol. It’s good you’re getting space from him.” He moves so he’s sitting on his knees in front of you.

“I should tell you this now.” It’s been eating away at you that no matter how hard you try you can’t push the thought of Seungcheol out of your mind.

“What do you need to tell me?”

“Hannie I like you, but there is some part of me that can’t push away my feelings for Seungcheol. I know he treated me terribly and I shouldn’t like him. But I do have some feelings for him. I feel terrible, but I can’t kick my feelings for him fully. That doesn’t mean I don’t like you. I like you so much it hurts. This is just so complicated.”

“Darling?” His voice doesn’t have any anger or annoyance behind it. He still sounds gentle.

“Yeah?”

“That’s okay. I fully understand you having feelings for him.”

“What’s going on with us?” You ask as he pushes hair away from your face.

“What do you mean?” He gives you a gentle smile.

“Hannie, I don't want to play games right now.” You can’t keep questioning what is going on between you. You’ve had feelings for Jeonghan long before you had sex with Seungcheol. It might have just been a crush back then. Things feel different now. You feel things for Jeonghan you can’t quite explain.

His hand rests on your cheek. Gently he tilts up your face. “You’re so pretty.”

Closing your eyes you nuzzle your cheek against his hand. How do you explain how hard you’ve fallen for this man?

“You didn’t answer my question Hannie.” Looking up at him through your lashes.

“I like you darling. Is that what you want me to say?” He leans close to you. His nose is brushing against yours.

“Yes.” That is exactly what you want him to say.

“Do you like me darling?” He raises his eyes brows at you and smiles.

“Yes.” You practically sigh.

“Just a single word response?” He teases.

“I like you so much. I might like Cheol, but I also like you.”

“That’s good.” He drags his thumb across your bottom lip.

Slowly you pull back from him. “Are the boys home?”

“Shua is out, and I think I heard Cheol leave earlier.”

Crawling off the bed you this is your chance to be brave. You’ve laid your cards on the table. It’s clear you like him, and he likes you. “I should take a shower.”

He crawls off the bed and stands in front of you. He tilts his head confused by your sudden desire to take a shower. “Now?” You were clearly in the middle of an important conversation.

“Yeah, did you want to join me?”

He takes a moment to process what is happening. “Yes. Let me put this away and then I’ll join you.” He looks over at his legos he was working on. Something tells him that even if showering together stays innocent he’s going to end up spending the rest of of the night with you.

Walking off to the bathroom near your room you turn on the hot water. Your bathroom has a shower with a sliding glass door. Comfortably you can both shower in here and still have room.

Stripping off your clothes, you step into the shower before Jeonghan has even joined you.

The bathroom door clicks open and Jeonghan steps in locking the door behind him. He stands there for a moment watching your naked body through the steamed cover glass. He strips away his clothes and slides the glass down open.

The warm water is raining down on you. “You’re beautiful.” He breaks the silence.

“You’re beautiful too.” You turn around to face him. Taking a moment to take in the details of his bare body. “Hannie, I want you.” You give him a soft smile. For as long as you can remember you have been in awe of how beautiful he is.

“We’ve never even kissed.” He steps closer to you. He’s wanted to kiss you for so long. “I’ve watched you drunkenly kiss Joshua at a party. I always wondered what it would like to kiss you.” He’s not sure if this is real or if he’s dreaming. He’s praying that it isn't a dream.

“We’ve never kissed and yet you’re standing naked in the shower with me.” You reach for him to pull him closer to the water.

“Would you prefer I leave?” He teases you.

“Absolutely not.”

“Am I allowed to kiss you?” He prays you’ll say yes.

“Please.”

Wrapping your arms around his neck you lean. The moment your lips touch, a warmth takes over your body. Kissing Jeonghan is like coming home. You feel fuzzy as if your body is buzzing at this touch. His lips move against you and your fingers tangle in his hair. His fingers grip your hips holding you close to him.

His lips ascend from your mouth across your jaw. A soft moan passes your lips earning a smile from him. A trail of open mouth kisses are left on the delicate skin of your neck. “Can I leave a mark?”

Maybe it’s the territorial part of his brain speaking, but he wants nothing more than to see you wearing a mark left by him.

“Please.” You practically beg.

Without a second thought he sucks a mark into the side of your neck. He steps you both back, caging you in against the cold tile wall.

“I want you so bad, but I don’t want our first time to be in the shower. I want to worship you in my bed.”

Your fingers trail down the wet skin of his stomach. You want to touch him, and know what he looks like as pleasure takes over him. “Can I play with you in the shower first?”

He pulls back a little and looks down watching as your fingers play the well trimmed patch of hair above his already hardening length. “Is that what you want to do?”

“Yes, please.”

“You can do whatever you want, darling.”

Your hand circles his hardening length. One hand rests on his chest as the other pumps his hardened length. Your thumb drags across the vein that runs along the side of his length. “How do you like it?”

His lips part as a silent gasp passes his lips. “Focus on the head, baby.”

Your strokes are focused just on the sensitive pink colored head. The sweetest moans leave his lips as you pleasure him. Rubbing your thighs together you hope for some relief of your own. His eyes squeezed shut as he gets closer and closer to the edge.

“Fuck— so good—” His words are just broke moans.

“Hannie.” You can’t help but moan back. Seeing him like this is absolutely intoxicating.

His eyes open and he looks at you with nothing but desperation. Reaching up, you rest your hand on his jaw. Your thumb drags across his bottom lip. Your eyes are locked on his. “Please—”

You pick up your pace, pumping his length quicker and quicker. His stomach muscles tighten as he chases his release. Tugging his bottom lip with your thumb, he looks lost in a haze of lust. With one final moan he finds his high. His milky release paints your hand and his stomach. Without thinking you bring your hand up to your mouth. You lick up his release staring at him the whole time. Stepping away you hold your hand under the water.

“Holy fuck.” He’s absolutely dazed. He’s never come that hard from a hand job before.

“You taste good.” You give him an innocent smile.

“Back against the wall darling.” He doesn’t have time to come down from his high. He drops to his knees in front of you. The warm water is hitting his back.

The cold tile against your skin is a contrast compared to his warm touch, and the hot water. His hand spreads your legs. Looking up at you with his sweet warm eyes. You could get used to this view. Leaning forward he presses his lips to the top of your pussy for a gentle kiss.

“I have always wondered what you would look like when you fall apart.” He teases.

“Please touch me. I’m so wet.”

“Are you sure that’s not from the shower?” He arches his brow.

“No—“ you whine.

“Okay, baby.”

He helps guide your leg so it’s resting on his shoulder. “Hold the shelf, and if you feel like you’re going to fall, let me know.”

You don’t even have time to respond before he dives in. He’s practically making out with your pussy. Turns out Jeonghan excels at eating pussy. You would have never expected him to be a munch. Your fingers tangle in his dark hair, as he sucks on your clit.

Your eyes all but roll back in your head as he starts prodding his tongue at your entrance.

“Hannie.” You moan loudly. There is no point in trying to stay quiet. He practically laughs against your core. “Fuck.” At this point you aren’t sure if you can even form other words than a mixture of his name or swear words.

His nose keeps bumping your clit, as he thrust his tongue in you over and over. The coil in your stomach is so tight, it’s threatening to snap at any second.

“Fuck, I’m going to cum.” He doesn’t respond, he keeps up exactly what he’s doing. Your boy feels tense as your release is rapidly approaching. Your orgasm hits you like a ton of bricks. Moaning his name like a prayer you fall apart.

He replaces his tongue with his long fingers. He pumps them in and out of you. Your walls contract around them.

“Oh my god.” He pulls away from your core wearing a smile. Bringing his fingers to his mouth he licks away all your release.

“You’re so responsive.”

Closing your eyes you lean your head back against the wall. That orgasm was crazy and he did that all with just his mouth and finished using his fingers to help you ride out your high.

“Darling, why don’t we move to my room.”

“Do you still want more Hannie?” Your eyes slowly open.

“I will take whatever you’re willing to give me.”

You turn off the water and Jeonghan helps you out of the shower. Grabbing a fluffy towel from under the counter. He takes his time, slowly drying you off making sure he takes care of you. You’re both wrapped in towels before he leads you off to his room. All of this doesn’t feel real. You’ve pined after him for as long as you can remember. You still remember meeting him and instantly having a crush on him. You’re pretty sure that crush never went away.

Laying in the middle of his bed he watches you with a look of adoration. He can’t fully wrap his head around how much he fully cares for you. He places one knee on the bed. He slowly crawls towards you. You spread your legs, fully exposing yourself to him.

“God you’re beautiful.” He stops sitting on his knees between your spread legs. “My beautiful girl.” His hand rests on your thigh.

“Hannie?” Your voice is light and airy.

“Yes, darling?”

“I want you.”

A smile tugs at his lips. He bites his bottom lip attempting to stop himself from grinning. “I want you too.”

“Can you please fuck me?” How could you possibly wait any longer?

He instantly tsk at your dirty mouth. “Such filthy language, darling.”

“Hannie, don't tease me.”

Tilting his head as your fingers dip between your wet folds. The sight of you spread out like this, is something he never wants to forget. “Move your hand, baby.”

Crawling over you, his body is pressed against yours. His nose rests against your before he kisses you like a man starved. “I need a condom.” He murmurs against your lips.

“I’m on birth control. I’ve never gone raw before.” You want to feel every single inch of him completely bare. “Baby are you sure?”

“Please.”

Reaching between you, he takes his length in his hand. He runs the rosy tip between your folds, collecting some of your release. His lips part as he slowly pushes into you. He moves excruciatingly slow. He’s being gentle, almost treating you as if you’re made of glass. This is literally the opposite of how Seungcheol treated you.

One of your hands tangles in his hair, while the other grips his cotton sheets below you. He bottoms out and gives you a moment to adjust. He’s definitely longer than average and the perfect width. He’s definitely not as big as Seungcheol but that’s okay. He feels as if he was made for you, or maybe you were actually made for him.

Leaning up you crash your lips into his, for a heated kiss. As your lips dance he starts at a slow but deep pace. His dick curves up slightly, so he’s brushing that spot inside of you, that has you seeing stars.

“Ugh.” You’re normally not loud in bed, but he’s managing to pull moans and whimpers from you, you’ve never heard before.

“Fuck—” he moans against your lips.

Your feet are resting on the bed, and your knees are spread wide. He’s practically plastered on top of you as he thrust into you over and over.

Rough hands roam his back as you hold him close to you. You never want to forget this moment. He’s making you feel so good that you’re on the verge of tears.

With each thrust the public hair that’s at his base is brushing your overly sensitive clit. You can’t help but cry out at the sensation.

“Hannie, close.” Your moans are echoing off the walls. You pray neither Joshua or Seungcheol are home. You would be mortified if they heard you moaning like a whore in heat and all but crying right now.

“You can cum baby.” The way he calls you baby, makes you feel like you’re going insane.

Flood gates break and your high hits you harder than even before. Your fingers scratch at his back, definitely leaving marks in their wake. “Hannie.”

“Go—d.” His own moans are broken and you can barely understand what he’s saying. His stutter as your walls squeeze his length over and over again. His thrust get sloppier as his own release is rapidly approaching. “Ugh.” He moans as his orgasm rocks him. He paints your walls with his milky release. His eyes stay locked on your lost in the feeling of ecstasy.

Lifting himself up slightly he looks down and finds a dazed smile plastered across your face. He can't believe he’s getting to see you like this. There’s a nasty voice in the back of his head telling him that Seungcheol has seen you the exact same way. Closing his eyes he pushes away those nasty thoughts.

Reaching to you push away his damp dark hair from his face. “You’re perfect,” you whisper.

“You’re the one who is perfect,” he smiles. “I don’t want to leave you. I want to stay like this.”

“You want to stay inside of me?” You can’t help but laugh a little at the idea of him not wanting to pull out.

“You feel so warm, you feel like you were made for me.” He leans down and gives you a gentle kiss.

“Maybe I was made for you.”

He pulls back and sits on his knees between your spread legs. He watches intently as his cum starts to leak out of you. He’s never had sex without a condom, but he definitely understands why someone would have a creampie kink. If he gets to see you like this all the time he might develop that kink himself.

Jumping off the bed he runs over to wear the towel are on the floor he cleans up the mess he made of you and helps you to the bathroom so you can pee. He tells he’s worried you’ll get a UTI.

Laying in bed together you can’t help but watch him carefully as he mindlessly scrolls through his phone. Neither of you have bothered getting dressed; you're laying there under the blankets comfortably naked with him.

Things with Jeonghan are easy, falling for him was the easiest thing you have ever done. You want something more with him, and you know he wants something more with you. The problem is you can’t push the thought of Seungcheol out of your mind.

-

It’s been two week since you and Jeonghan slept together. Thing between you are definitely different, but different in a good way. For all intensive purposes you’re together. He asked you one day if you wanted to label things, but you told him you felt guilty that you kept thinking about Seungcheol. It wasn’t necessarily in a romantic way, but you can’t seem to get him out of your mind, no matter how hard you try.

It’s been a long day to say the least. You spent the afternoon stuck at school taking a mid term. After getting out of class you stopped and got a coffee before heading back to the apartment. Your goal was to bundle up in your room and read a book before Jeonghan got home from school.

You’re in your room for a max of ten minutes before there is a knock on your door. You expect to find Joshua on the other side. “Um, can we talk?” Seungcheol catches you off guard. You didn’t know he was home.

“Sure.” You step aside.

He walks into your bedroom and awkwardly sits in your bed. “I wanted to apologize again. I’ve been an asshole.”

You didn’t expect for him to ever properly apologize. Since everything unfolded he seems to be avoiding you, and you aren’t shocked. You’re pretty sure Jeonghan told him to leave you alone. It’s not just Jeonghan though, Joshua seems extra protective of you as well.

“I’m sorry if I made you feel like I was tossing you aside.” This has been eating away at Seungcheol since that day. He knows you’re still hurt even if you say you aren’t. “I’m an asshole, and I wish I was better at talking about my feelings. I wish that night I would have made an attempt to be something more.” That definitely isn’t what you thought he was going to say. You had really built this up in your head, that Seungcheol now wanted nothing to do with you.

“Cheol, this all feels really confusing.”

“I don’t know what’s going on with you and Jeonghan, but I feel like that’s probably making this more confusing.” Seungcheol isn’t blind he knows something is going on. He’s heard you in Jeonghan room many times now, and those noises he hears aren’t innocent.

“Seungcheol, you're confusing me. This whole situation is odd.”

“Sorry, I’ll let you be. I just wanted to apologize.”

The door click shuts leaning you alone with your own thoughts that are now eating away at you. This would be so much easier if you only liked Jeonghan. Your crush you had on Seungcheol won’t seem to go away, and now he’s clouding all your thoughts. You should hate him for how he treated you. This would be so much simpler if you hated him. You wish you could go on just ignoring each other, but unfortunately now that’s not an option.

The evening comes and finally Jeonghan is home from school. Without even thinking you cling to him. The moment he walks through the door, you’re by his side.

After dinner he totes you off to his room. These days you never sleep alone. Either Jeonghan is in your room, or you’re in his room every night. He can tell something is wrong right away, but he knows if you want to talk about it you’ll say something. He cares about you so deeply, and he’ll be whatever you want him to be.

Jeonghan is curled up next to you in bed. His head is resting on your chest as you play with his dark hair. You care for him so deeply, and you're pretty sure you’re in love with him. The issue is now you can’t stop thinking about Seungcheol. Stupid Seungcheol has managed to take away any clarity you had on what you wanted romantically.

“What’s on your mind?” He knows you well enough to know you’re in your head.

“Seungcheol talked to me earlier and apologized.”

Jeonghan stills, suddenly all of the oxygen feels like it’s been sucked out of his lungs. At this point he's not sure if he hates Seungcheol or not. He wishes he would have confessed his feelings to you, before Seungcheol could get his hands on you.

“Oh.” How is he even supposed to respond to that?

“I feel like such a shitty person.” This whole situation makes you feel terrible.

“Darling, it’s okay. I’m not mad, this whole thing is weird.” He takes your hand in his.

“Jeonghan I want you, I don’t want him. I just want to stop feeling something for him.” Everything would be so much easier if you could just turn off your feelings.

“I know. Hopefully soon you’ll be able to move on from him.” In a dream world Jeonghan wouldn’t have to wait for your feelings to disappear. He knows this isn’t a dream world. This is reality, and he’s willing to wait for you as long as he needs to. “Just know even if we haven’t labeled this, just know you mean everything to me.”

“You mean everything to me too.”

He moves so he’s hovering over you. Both of your clothes have been shed, and you’re both completely bare and exposed. Be kisses you like he’s trying to tell you he’s head over heels in love with you. Your body’s move together as one. His mouth is pressed to your muffling moans that are trying to pass your lips.

Your highs hit you together. It takes everything in Jeonghan right now not to tell you he loves you.

-

Seungcheol is at his breaking point watching Jeonghan and you fawn all over each other. He’s not sure if he’s going crazy or if Jeonghan is flaunting you in front of him. Seungcheol just got back from his shift at the restaurant he works at near the campus. To say he’s having a shitty day would be an understatement. It didn't help that on his lunch he was scrolling through instagram and saw Jeonghan posted a photo on his story, of him kissing you. On social media you both have no issue posting couple photos. Anyone with eyes could tell something is going on between you and Jeonghan.

Seungcheol was sitting in his room stewing in his own self pity. When he heard the front door open and the sounds of Jeonghan entering the living room. If he was smart he would have stayed in his room and not let his emotions get the best of him, but unfortunately he’s not a smart man today. For some reason whenever anything involves you, he loses all logical thoughts.

He sees Jeonghan head off into the kitchen and spots the hickey on the side of his neck. He instantly knows only one person could have given him that mark, and like a snap of his fingers his blood turns cold.

“What’s going on with you and (YN)?” Seungcheol walks into the kitchen. He doesn’t bother with pleasantries, he’s pissed off and wants to know what the hell is going on. He’s at his breaking point when it comes to you.

“That’s none of your business Cheol?” Jeonghan turns around, setting his coffee on the counter that he was drinking.

“I think it is kind of my business since I have been involved with her.”

“Oh you’ve been involved with her?” He crosses his arms. He’s already annoyed with this conversation and Seungcheol has just started talking.

“Don’t act like she didn’t tell you. You and your precious darling don’t keep secrets from each other.”

“I’m just shocked you're owning up to it. Especially since that day when I asked you why she was upset and you danced around telling me.” Jeonghan lets out a sarcastic laugh. He can’t believe they’re having this conversation.

“Are you and her a couple now?”

“We haven’t exactly discussed that.” Seungcheol doesn’t need to know that you have indeed discussed that, you’re both well aware your feelings for Seungcheol are complicating everything.

“So she’s fair game?” Seungcheol is sporting a cocky smile. This whole interaction feels like a clashing of egos.

“Don’t talk about her like she’s one of your random ass conquests.”

“Does it bother you I’ve fucked her?” He’s officially snapped. Seungcheol steps closer. He knows Jeonghan won’t hit him, but he knows how to push Jeonghan until he snaps at him. He wants Jeonghan to be just as annoyed as he is.

“Can’t lie I’m not the biggest fan of that. But it doesn’t matter.” Jeonghan wishes he would have told you how he felt about you long before Seungcheol even had a chance to touch you.

“Well if she’s not your girlfriend. I’m going to try and win her over.” Seungcheol isn’t sure if he even has a shot in hell with you, but he’s will to try. He can’t stop thinking about you, and the idea of having to watch you and Jeonghan act like a couple is making him feel like he’s going insane.

Jeonghan barks out another laugh. “You know what Cheol?”

“What Hannie?”

“If you truly think you have a shot. Be my guest and try. I just want you to know that no matter how hard you try, she’s always going to be thinking of me. So go ahead flirt with her and ask her out. Just know I’ll always be in her bed. She likes me. I’m her person, and I like her so much it hurts. Go ahead and shoot your shot. Just so you know, Shua has a better chance of winning than you do.”

Seungcheol lets out a bitter laugh. “Game on Hannie

Jeonghan rolls his eyes. “She's not a fucking prize to be won.”

Seungcheol storms out of the kitchen and Jeonghan is left wondering what can even happen from here. It’s clear Seungcheol isn’t backing down, and he is well aware you harbor some sort of feelings for Seungcheol. Jeonghan feels sick at the idea of losing you just as he’s finally gotten you. Leaning back against the counter he pushes his fingers through his hair. He wants to run to you and beg you to pick him, but he knows he can’t. If you want to be with Seungcheol he can’t stop you, but that doesn’t mean he’s not going to fight like hell to prove he loves you.