sunghoon knows you, more than any of your pathetic fans could dream of. he knows the notes of your perfume, the colour of your underwear set, the hotel youāre staying at. above all, sunghoon knows youāre his ā and if you donāt know that, well, youāre about to find out.Ā
ā pairing: idol f!reader x stalker sunghoon
ā length: 9k
ā content: stalking, generally creepy and gross behaviour, unrealistic situations (reader winning the idgaf war), smut with blowjob, fingering, unprotected sex, slight degradation and breeding kink, 18+ mdni
ā notes: requested by @areumhwang2000! this got way longer than intended and idek how well it turned out but :p ty for sharing and i hope u enjoy mwah
AT LONG LAST, THE CURTAINS HAVE DRAWN. what has been the better part of hours stretched across an entire day has felt like nothing but mere seconds to sunghoon. at long last, he can peel his eyes away from the glimpses of sweet heaven before him without risk of missing anything.
for the first time in hours, sunghoon can blink.
initially, it offers no effect; eyes long past dried out like theyāve been baking under a lamp. sunghoon screws them shut, watches colours explode behind his lids until he can feel tears dotting his lashes from the pressure.Ā
matter of fact, he hasnāt closed his eyes for so long that he could probably fall asleep within seconds, even in the position heās in: slumped in an uncomfortable wooden chair, sat facing the window of his hotel room as neon lights flicker by.Ā
for a moment, he considers it. his head throbs with a migraine from how long heās been forcing his eyes to stay wide open, and thereās no point sitting here now that things have just gotten boring. youāve just shut him out, like a prude. a tease. suddenly caring after an entire day of paying no mind to your ajar curtains ā starting at the ass crack of dawn when you pulled them back to welcome in the sunlight.Ā
sunghoon accepted that invitation, too.
itās not like his attention could be anywhere other than the view of your hotel across from his ā not until his body physically shuts down from exhaustion in short, pathetic bouts ā but he pulled a chair from the sad excuse of a dining table and sat his ass down right in front of his window; where heās been unmoving, unblinking, as you went about your day since. acting oblivious to the audience youāve practically begged to flock over to you, just flaunting yourself out there for any old chump to drool over if they were so lucky to look up from the street or out of their window.Ā
he considered getting toothpicks to keep his eyelids pried open in those instances where his body began to nod off, until he jolted wide awake and freshly energised at the sight of you padding by the window in nothing but a towel. skin glistening, hair damp and running stray beads of water down your shoulders.Ā
sunghoon ran his tongue over his teeth ā oh, how he wished he could lick up every last droplet from your body, suck your hair into his mouth and taste the strawberry shampoo you so famously use.Ā
your teasing didnāt stop there. you made it a point to keep walking by that window, just throwing yourself at sunghoon as you showed off your new matching lace underwear, then returned in a skimpy pajama set.Ā
who walks by one window that many fucking times as theyāre getting dressed? you have to be doing it on purpose. god, youāre such a damnā¦.flirt.Ā
heās not complaining though. of course not! the fleeting sight of you each time, just innocently trotting along by the window, was enough to pull a good few orgasms out of him; even with his aching joints in this stiff fucking chair.
heās scarcely left his room at all, which is only due to the fact that heās mirroring you. youāve been isolating for days on end ever since wrapping up the tour stop in this city. there was a deliberate few days separating this concert from the next one to give you some time to sightsee, make the most of a break here and take a breather from your schedules ā yet youāve done nothing but remain holed up in that hotel room ever since performing for thousands on stage.
itās like you know itās ācause heās watching, isnāt it?
sunghoon paid good fucking money for this view. jake thought he was being smart, snagging a room only a few doors down on your floor. thought he could hear you through the walls, maybe coincidentally bump into you each time you leave. except, you havenāt left once ā only room service or your staff visiting to deliver food, offer company. jake isnāt getting shit for what he dropped a whole paycheck on, and yet youāre over here prancing around half-naked for sunghoonās eyes to feast on.Ā
sunghoon heaves a sigh, stretching his arms out above his head until the joints pop. aches throb in his forearms, the muscles exhausted from when he was jerking off and having back to back orgasms just staring at the view of your empty hotel room.Ā
itās been good fun with you, but the timeās come for you to actually leave. tomorrow morning is your flight to the next city. youāll be forced to go outside ā much like sunghoon, as heās forced to follow you.
heās been neglecting his own body in favour of catching any sight of yours through the window. the last time he took care of his health was with the sole purpose of attending your concert here.Ā
heāll need to present himself as a real person again. take an actual shower and wash his hair. shave the stubble off his face, maybe even tweeze his eyebrows. he wants to look good for you when you see him. because you will ā as you have before.Ā
waving at him in the stands, blowing him a kiss at barricade, smiling at him like an old friend at the send off. each memory more cherished than the last ā each instance the red string of fate grows tauter between you.Ā
of course, the crowd is all thinking the same thing. heās aware of that, heās not stupid.Ā
but theyāre not him. they donāt know you like he does.Ā
can any of your other fans name the brand of perfume you spritzed on after your shower this morning? (gucci flora, naughty girl⦠you have a brand deal with dior!) can they count the amount of underwear sets you folded into your suitcase? (5, all pastels. you must wash them at each stop.) can any of those pathetic, delusional bottom feeders say with confidence that you opened your curtains to let them in?
yeah.Ā
he didnāt think so.Ā
ā
sunghoon hates the airport. almost as much as he hates camping outside of the concert venues. everyone here is in a rush and shoving and breathing down each otherās necks. heās been here since the early morning to secure a nice, clear view when you arrive, but heās gradually been shoved to third from the front in the crowd thatās gathered. god, some people have no manners these days. whatever happened to fandom etiquette? theyāre all here for the same person ā you ā but itās like every man for himself.Ā
āay, wait,ā jake nudges him from the side, tilting his phone to sunghoon. āsheās just about to arrive.ā
sunghoon narrows his eyes at the screen, scanning over the text messages before jake shuts it off with a mutter to mind his damn business. but sunghoon already recognised the contact name. it was your make-up artist ā heās bought bits of information off of her in the past. never got his moneyās worth though, sheās really vague with promises to reveal more if you spend more. sunghoon doesnāt waste his time with that scam shit. jake being privy to live updates of your location though?
āhow do you get so much out of her? sheād never tell me anything good.ā sunghoon asks, tone bored as if heās not seething with jealousy right now.Ā
jake pokes his tongue out, flashes suggestive eyes while giggling to himself. sunghoon nearly gags. sleeping with your staff while he claims to want you? no fucking shameā¦Ā
thereās a roar of commotion at the front, and sunghoon stands on his tip-toes for a clear view as he cranes his neck towards the entrance. someone pushes him from behind, cussing him out for being too fucking tall, but sunghoon canāt hear anything other than ringing in his ears as he recognises all your staff and security filing out through the doors. and then, there you are: just as pretty as when he last saw you through the hotel window.
sunghoonās momentarily lifted off his feet as the crowd rippled, following after your crew while you wave and bow to all the fans gathered here in your name. sunghoon keeps losing his balance, losing sight of you as heās pushed from all angles. people get barbaric in your presence.Ā
some (stupid) few from the front divert, rushing up to your staff and earning a hard shove to the ground by your security. theyāre not all that competent though ā a taller fan, one sunghoon recalls as riki that he camped with at your osaka concert, is able to shoulder his way through your stylists and grab your arm. heās wrangled away by security within the next second, but the damage was done ā they can actually get to you. so, they try.Ā
the airport erupts into a frenzy. the mob of fans sprint at your crew, hands gripping and legs stretching to get in between your security, while they struggle to keep the overwhelming number of them at bay. jake pats sunghoonās arm before he himself sets off, waiting behind the more forward fans and watching for an opening in your guard.Ā
a thought forms in sunghoonās head. he takes out the black mask tucked into his pocket and slings it around his ears, then pulls his cap down low, covering his face. he, too, watches for an opening ā but he doesnāt make himself a known threat. he stands back, smiles under his mask when a fight breaks out between the fans. idiots. the horde could easily overpower the common enemy of security, if only they werenāt throwing punches at the competition beside themselves.Ā
sunghoon pivots the instant his chance appears. a split second decision, heās flying on his feet to his mark ā your staff parted and separated just perfectly enough that he flies under the radar when he steps between them, instantly playing the part as he shoves at the other fans he was just standing beside. he recognises someone he traded insider info with for an exclusive signed photocard of you, someone else who gave sunghoon water when he had heatstroke camping outside of your manila venue.Ā
and then thereās jake. jakeās eyes widen, shouting something that sunghoon canāt quite catch ā not when he launched jake at the wall without a second thought after he appeared in front of him. when a security guard glances at sunghoon, hands too full to think to get a good look at him, he just turns his attention to another frenzied fan. sunghoonās mouth twitches into a grin under the mask. heās successfully disguised himself in the role as just another terrified staff member.Ā
holy shit. heās thought about doing this before, but never once considered itād even work. heās on top of the fucking world right now. this was meant to be!
sunghoon acts like heās giving an appreciative bow to the guard for protecting him, then backs himself further into the crew, body jostling as they all struggle to shuffle forward ā fans still pressing relentlessly in from the outside and blocking the way through.Ā
he wedges his way through your frantic staff until he catches sight of your hair from behind, the heavens from above parting the clouds and casting a halo of light down on you. sunghoon holds his phone up to his ear before he taps your back, and you flinch at the sudden touch, panicked pretty eyes glancing over your shoulder.Ā
he covers the phoneās speaker ā acting as if heās on a call ā before he strains to shout over the commotion: āmiss, iāll lead you out of here! iāve just called the airport security, theyāre coming to help,ā
ābut where?ā you shout back, perfect brows pinched and perfect lips pouted in worry. he notices the way your eyes flit all over what little of his face isnāt concealed, straining to recognise him, remember a name or a position or anything. heās this close, this familiar with you ā how do you know him again? youāre so cute, futilely trying to figure him out.Ā
āthereās a private lounge down that hall,ā sunghoon points, and your glossy eyes follow. āthey told us to wait there until this crowd is dispersed. itās too out of control to stay here.ā
you nod, quick to believe but not as quick to trust. you know that you know him, but you still donāt know where you recognise him, and itās prickling at you.Ā
sunghoon says some muffled bullshit through his mask into the phone speaker, then pretends to hang up the phone call. he gives you a quick nod of assurance, offering his hand.
you take it and his skin is on fire.Ā
sunghoon looks around him frantically, acting like heās trying to speak with any of the guards but theyāre too busy to notice him. he sighs theatrically, yelling at the ear of one that heās taking you to another room. uncaring if the useless fuck even heard, sunghoonās already pivoting with you in tow ā beelining to the private guestās lounge (looking up the airportās map last night came in handy), fingers taut around your wrist like a noose.Ā
you both rush up to the desk receptionist, who instantly recognises you and starts bumbling through her practiced greeting. youāre too frazzled to reply, so sunghoon does the talking ā playing further into his little disguise.Ā
heās not really acting when heās too out of breath to say his words properly, just huffing excuses and puffing lies, hoping it forms a believable sentence that a real staff member would say. the noise from the ongoing chaos outside feeds through the automatic glass door, and so the receptionist doesnāt even let sunghoon finish his bullshit before sheās nodding and leading them into the extra private vip room of the already private lounge.Ā
you step in first, sunghoon on your heel. the receptionist starts saying some jargon about if you needed any more help but sunghoonās already shutting the door in her face. the lock clicks, and your head whips to level him with a confused glance.Ā
sunghoon grabs a nearby chair and pulls it up to the knob, barring the door. you watch with bated breath as he rotates back to face you ā tugging off his mask and cap, grinning maniacally.Ā
heās thought about this more times than he can count. heās dreamed of this exact scenario, ending in a slightly different yet drastic way each time.Ā
he braces for you to scream for help, to cry for mercy, to curse at him or run away from him. you might put up a fight, or you might just surrender. theyāre his favourite fantasies, the one that enters his mind most often when heās fisting his cock with your face pulled up on his phone.Ā
but you donāt do anything of the sort. you donāt do anything he was prepared for, anything that heās imagined countless of times before.Ā
āsunghoon, right?ā you say, recognition bright in your eyes as you point at him as if unexpectedly running into a friend.Ā
he freezes like an idiot.Ā
āhow have you been?ā you purr, sitting on the roomās couch. you make yourself comfortable when you lean back, cross your legs. the picture of a worry-free woman. how are you not freaking the fuck out right now?
how do you know his name?!
āyou remember me..?ā is all he can croak, shifting stupidly in his spot with a thousand yard stare.Ā
āof course i remember a familiar face,ā you simply smile. āi still have the little crocheted penguin you gifted me at the houston send-off. i keep it on my shelf. itās adorable.ā
that catapults sunghoonās heart over the fucking moon. do you understand how fucking long that tiny thing took him to learn how to make, and then actually make it? the fact that you still have it is something else entirely, but knowing the exact send-off too? because sunghoon doesnāt miss a single one.Ā
he doesnāt always get barricade, nor does he always get an interaction in with you, but heās always there at your concerts. heād rather die than skip showing up for his girl. every stop around the globe, heās followed you. even when youāre not performing ā attending events as a brand ambassador, going on vacations that arenāt on your public schedule. heās easily dropped multiple zeros in dollars on paying off your sleazy staff members to forfeit insider information or set aside the vip tickets.Ā
itās how he knows youāre a single girl, too. have been for quite a while.Ā
āso how have you been?ā you ask him, smiling too fondly for someone whoās essentially his hostage. maybe all the time he spent meticulously doing skincare and waxing his face paid off ā the stockholm syndrome affecting you in real time because heās that hot.Ā
āohā well, i donāt do much.ā he replies without thinking. stupid, fucking stupid piece of shit. you probably think heās such a boring loser. scrambling for something to impress you, he adds: āiāve been spending a lot of money on a certain special someone.āĀ
sunghoon grins, intentionally popping the dimples from his cheeks so he looks like less of a threat.Ā
āis that so?ā you ask, arching your back as you sit upright. his eyes track the movement, entranced. youāre flirting. āshe must be a very lucky girl.ā
sunghoon waves it off, like itās nothing. because it is. youāve consumed his life ā there is no him without you. your music is what pulled him from the murky pits of water in his own head. instead of letting the waves drag him under, you made him want to tread above the surface and stay breathing. just so he could watch your career grow, your dreams come true. you saved his life and so he owes it to you. this is how he leads a fulfilling existence; following after you is how he breathes.Ā
ājust want to make her happy. see her smile. be the reason she keeps making music, keeps living her dream.ā sunghoon murmurs, taking space with each word, stepping until heās towering before you. āare you? is it everything that you dreamed of?ā
thereās a flicker across your face of something that he catches, but canāt quite place. before he can even interpret it, youāre smiling again like the sparkle in your eyes never left, shrugging one shoulder.Ā
ānot in certain moments. but when iām performing, thatās where iām really living.āĀ
sunghoonās hands twitch at his sides, wishing so desperately to reach out for you, to hold you for comfort or to shake you around until you cry, to throw you down and demand what he wants. he doesnāt know. he just needs to prove that he can affect you a sliver of the amount that you affect him. youāre not even scared right now. do you even care that heās here? would you even react if security barged down the door and shot him in the head?Ā
thereās an endless list worth of questions heās wanted to ask you before he dies ā industry gossip, your deepest secrets that not even staff know, future releases, specific questions about you that are just to satiate his own greed to know every corner of your being ā but he canāt bring himself to acknowledge any of it. he just blurtsā
ādo you think i wonāt hurt you?ā
sunghoonās quite used to the feeling of keeping his eyes open as wide as possible, and he does so that he can take in every little flinch of your face. any reaction that passes across your features, no matter how miniscule. anything for him to interpret ā to know if this is all an elaborate act, that youāre actually shaken to your core in fear of the man before you. butāĀ
nothing. nothing. nothing.Ā
he holds his eyes open so he doesnāt miss anything, but you do the same right back at him. you donāt blink either, so your faces just stare back at one another, expressionless and carved from stone. he locked you in here with him, he should be the one demanding all the cooperation ā and yet all the power is in your hands. he doesnāt understand.Ā
āwill you?ā you ask, unphased.
he could, he thinks. heād leave a mark at least ā proof he was here, he got this close. heād be hailed as some sort of messiah among your most devoted fans.Ā
but he doesnāt want to. he shakes his head almost imperceptibly, heat flaring behind his nose the only warning before guilty tears nearly dot his lashes. he shuts his eyes hard enough, quick enough that they donāt water.Ā
you shift in your seat, seeming intrigued.Ā
āno?ā you ask him, and he nods in tiny again. you smile. āno. i didnāt think you were that type of person.āĀ
sunghoonās breath rattles out from his throat. you shift forward, your hands reaching up to hover by his legs. you stare at him through your lashes, and his cock stands to attention just at the sight of you so close. regardless of if youāre even asking ā he nods.Ā
your palms gently plant on either side of his thighs, and so much electricity courses through sunghoonās blood that heās almost worried heāll zap and kill you.Ā
āi donāt know if iāve ever told you before, but.. youāre really handsome, sunghoon.āĀ
his adamās apple bobs almost painfully in a harsh gulp. it does nothing to relieve his cotton mouth.Ā
āyouāre gorgeous.ā he chokes out. āso much. perfect.ā heās just murmuring nonsense, brain turning to complete mush at the feel of your hands sliding over his pants.Ā
you sigh softly. āi feel so grateful, to be loved by you.āĀ
your hands glide to his front, his cock twitching as the heat of your fingertips graze closer. your thumbs brush at his hipbone, lingering at the band of his pants.Ā
ālet me?ā you whisper. so quietly, he thinks he mustāve hallucinated it.Ā
but he blinks, once and again, and he knows that the way youāre looking at him is real ā because his brain couldāve never conjured it.Ā
youāre so fucking pretty. licking your lips, looking at him through eager eyes. fuck, youāre asking him to let you? even if you didnāt have his word, you could do whatever the fuck you want to him and heād just take it like the grateful man he is.Ā
realising heās making you wait, sunghoon chokes on his answer ā his own hands fumbling to unbutton the pants for you. shaky fingers drag his zipper down, ripping the flyer open enough to reveal a glimpse of the prominent bulge in his boxers underneath.Ā
you follow his lead, flashing a smile that melts his entire being as your fingers find his waistband. you tug gently, and he winces as his length pulls with the movement. he only hopes that you donāt mention the massive stain of pre already there. the front of his pants have been growing tighter with each minute since he locked you in this room.Ā
slowly, you pull the fabric down until his cock bobs free, flushed red and leaking like a faucet. you blink at its size, wetting your lips again as your fingers reach out to wrap around the base. sunghoon just manages to stifle the sob of relief that nearly left his chest.Ā
he canāt help how his greedy pelvis bucks forward slightly, and is just as quick to cuss himself out for being so selfish. you make a small hum before leaning in, tapping your lips to the tip. so fucking soft..
you stretch your mouth around him, swallowing his whole length down until you meet your own fingers. sunghoonās shaking above you, not even registering the embarrassing noises leaving his mouth from the pure ecstasy. youāre so hot and wet around him, tongue so perfectly tracing the vein on the underside of his length.Ā
you reverse the movement, pulling back and sucking as you go. sunghoon canāt even form a coherent thought, hands trembling at his sides when he should really reach out and pinch to check if youāre real. though the way your mouth seals tight around him feels real enough, the way your tongue swirls his head and laves at the slit.Ā
overwhelming pleasure seizes his body as you begin to bob your head, stars exploding from the inside out ā and sunghoon blacks out.Ā
by the time he comes back to, he doesnāt immediately realise what happened. itās not until he winces at the near painful sensitivity in his cock ā glancing down as your glossy lips pop off his length, the sharp sensation sending goosebumps racing across his flesh.Ā
you grin intentionally at him, opening your mouth to show the mess coating your tongue. itās only then that sunghoon realises he even came.Ā
prematurely. like a fucking virgin.Ā
you making a show of swallowing it, throat bobbing as the taste of him slides down. his cock twitches at the sight.Ā
sunghoon gathers his bearings, runs a hand through the sweaty hair stuck to his forehead. thereās a laundry list of things he would (and could) kill to do to you. every scenario heās imagined, every position heās daydreamed. his mind overloads with all the possibilities, causing his body to blank and still ā while youāre still just there, waiting for him.
he shakes his head, settling on the decision that heāll drop to his knees and return the favour. taste your slick between his teeth, unravel you on his tongue and feel you around his fingers. he almost drools just picturing it.Ā
BANG. BANG.Ā
sunghoon leaps from his skin at the sudden noise, whipping his head to the door and watching it shake in its frame, the knob wiggling. thereās overlapping voices on the other side yelling out your name, but you donāt seem the least bit rattled.Ā
you take it upon yourself to tuck sunghoon back into his pants, zipping it shut and giving his thigh a little pat ā as if to reassure him. his heart would swell with affection, if only it wasnāt completely gripped with fear.Ā
āno need to worry!ā you call out to the concerned shouts, then flash sunghoon an apologetic glance. āsorry about all that, excuse me.ā
you cross the room to the door casually, as if youāre just letting in some guests to your home. you move the chair to the side, flick the lock and step back expectantly ā the door flying open and slamming into the wall from the force.Ā
staff swarm you and fuss about, forming a protective blockade around you. that annoying receptionist appears at the door, pointing at sunghoon with a glare ā then your security is quick to follow and hone in on him. sunghoon braces himself to sprint, to fight if he must, but you intervene; calling out to the guards and shooing them away from him like flies.Ā
āyes, yes. iām alright.ā you brush off your dress, throwing sunghoon a deliberate smile over your shoulder. ājust catching up with a friend.ā
not one of your crew buy that for one second, but without any signs of a visible struggle (and your own word), sunghoon knows that they canāt put a single finger on him. he smirks to himself, the power surge pumping hot in his veins.Ā
your crew are about to usher you back outside ā sunghoon picking up scattered murmurs, one of which being that a few fans were arrested ā but the circle halts with you as you spin on your heel, weaving through your staff and standing in front of sunghoon like everyone in this room isnāt watching.Ā
his heart beats like a rabid hare thumping its foot, head light and airy from the adrenaline.Ā
you reach for his fingers, lacing them with yours gently, and sunghoon catches your staff bracing themselves behind. you pay them no mind.Ā
āiāll see you in sydney?ā you smile. not one of your practiced or artificial ones ā genuine. a bright ray of light to warm him and only him.Ā
sunghoon melts. he nods, pulse frenzied under the swipe of your thumb on his wrist. like hell he wouldnāt be there.
your smile splits even wider into your cheeks, eyes sparkling.Ā
āitās a date then.ā
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following his impulsive stunt at the airport, sunghoon only narrowly avoided arrest, which he suspects is because of your own interference. heās still able to catch the flight directly after yours and follow you en route to australia.Ā
whichā well, you came onto him, so what law was really broken on his part? none that seemed to bother you too much, seeing as you were more than happy to shove his cock in your mouth.
sunghoon hasnāt washed since. he doesnāt want to scrub off the traces of your saliva, doesnāt want to smother your touch with his own; knowing it couldnāt begin to compare. he could almost cry from the pain of his boners when replaying the memory, but he refuses to relieve it himself.Ā
riding on that extreme high, sunghoon has the confidence to text your number. he bought it from some staff members ages ago but couldnāt find the words to strike up a conversation, one thatād catch your eye among all the other fans choking up your private messages.Ā
typing out and backspacing for what mightāve been hours, sunghoon settles on literally just stating his name and a simple hello.Ā
he doesnāt think he needs any more than that, really. you already remembered his face, name, the penguin he crocheted ā and sucked him off ā so youāre well acquainted at this point.Ā
he may as well just ask you out, right? he knows for a fact that youāre not exactly handing out blowjobs like candy for fans. you have self-respect, youāre a romantic at heart. you wouldnāt just.. throw yourself at anyone, not if it didnāt mean something. right?Ā
heās known youāre the one for him, only one all these years ā and it seems just getting you in a room alone is how it clicked for you, too.Ā
strung along by red twine, dancing around your fate at concerts and events ā then pulled as if on a leash, until you were on your knees and wrapping your mouth around him.Ā
sunghoon stuffs his face in his hands as it burns red, rolling around in the hotel bed and giggling to himself. fuck, what a slowburn. such a damn tease. you like the chase, huh? you like seeing him lose his fucking mind, pining after you?Ā
at the sudden ding of his phone, he rises upright in bed like a vampire and swipes the device from his side table ā heart palpitations revving up like a harley as he reads your name in the notification.Ā
you actually answered.Ā
not a question on how he got your number, or why he locked you in that room, or what he even wants from you. you happily greet him right back. ask about his flight, if heās settled in alright.Ā
and then you just⦠talk. like real people do.Ā
naturally, heās got access to your schedule, so he knows how impossibly busy youāll be within the day, every hour accounted for leading up to the concert. but you still find time to text him back, to engage in conversation and inquire about how heās doing like the absolute sweetheart you are. you get to know him, really know him, outside of just the devilishly handsome guy whoās made your music his entire personality. you donāt talk a whole lot about yourself ā but all of it goes without saying. sunghoon already knows everything there is to know about you except for what goes on in your actual brain.
you seem.. bored, almost. like heās the most interesting thing youāve got going on, as a world famous popstar. conversations turning dull when he asks about your life off the clock ā but youāll light right up when youāre talking about him. asking about his hobbies and his schooling and his parents.
each word sunghoon trades with you feels like heās boiling alive and then dipped in ice water. itās startling how it all feels so natural, flowing and blooming into something genuine. sunghoon would have you in any way heād be lucky enough to get ā as in sick with fear or scathing with hatred ā but heās not equipped to understanding what it actually is. youāre giving him your time because you get along, and you think heās hot and you laugh at his jokes.Ā
you never mention how heās followed you across the globe, how heās always there as an audience when youāre performing or when youāre not even working. but, then again, you also might not even care. considering youāre still chatting him up over text despite it all when you couldāve just.. let the authorities deal with him.Ā
the day of your concert, sunghoon arrives to camp outside of the stadium before the sunās even up. heās joined by some familiar faces (jake among them, who flips him off and doesnāt acknowledge him again) while waiting through the sweltering southern heat, eyes glued to his phone as he waits for you to text him back in fleeting increments throughout the day.Ā
he never doubted it, but sunghoonās amazed by how he keeps falling even deeper in love with you. itās like you couldnāt give less of a fuck about who he is and what he does ā about who you are and why you shouldnāt even be allowing him space in your life.Ā
but circumstances can be damned where fate is concerned.Ā
in the end, itās you and him.Ā
itās like heavenās gates parting when the crowdās finally allowed inside the venue, sunghoon rushing in for his rightful spot at the barricade. time crawls by painstakingly slow, bodies packed in like sardines and overlapping voices like nails on a chalkboard to his ears. the hours are punctuated with a reply or two from you, and the bliss is enough to get him through the wait. right up until you text him that youāre nervous, he wishes you good luck, and within the next minute youāre raised up onto the stage via platform for the soundcheck.Ā
your eyes find sunghoon in an instant. you trade big, cheesy grins like two puppies in love ā confused whispers and jealous glares rolling through the crowd.Ā
you go about performing as usual, singing an interesting choice of tracks, on the spicier side of your discography. you even make it a point to dance a little for him, standing on the edge of the stage to give him an upskirt view ā even checking if heās looking with a cheeky smile. his cock throbs where itās pressed into the railing, the cold metal ineffective in deterring it. god, heās fucking crazy about you.Ā
when the soundcheck comes to a torturous end, you throw sunghoon a wink, holding his heated stare as you disappear below the stage.Ā
well. after all that he thinks he needs a good fucking wank.Ā
heās so dazed in his own little world, sunghoon doesnāt even register the crowd parting behind him ā not until heās being grabbed on the shoulder, a gruff male voice low in his ear.Ā
a security guard roughly spins him around, leading him out of the pit, his beloved barricade spot being filled within the next second. sunghoon canāt even bring himself to feel pissed off at the loss of his view or at the smug grins of jealous motherfuckers in the crowd ā not when his heart sinks below his feet and his mind spins at a mile a minute as the guard pushes him through various dark corners and empty corridors.Ā
did it all catch up to him? were you really fooling him? this is it, isnāt it? you were just building a case against him. you didnāt actually like him.Ā
pfft, who was he kidding? youāve got the evidence ready, the police are actively waiting outside to take him away in cuffs. oh fuck heās so stupid. heās so fucking stupid. this is what he gets for giving his heart to a woman, a celebrity at that. youād never want him. thereās no way heās the first fan youāve done this with. heās just a placeholder. you think youāre too good for him. youā
āsunghoon!āĀ
the sound of your voice slices through his racing thoughts. the sight of your face hits him like an arrow to the chest, his thumper heart threatening to leap from his ribs.Ā
you coo out something to him he canāt quite catch over the ringing in his ears ā followed by a flick of your wrist to direct the security guard back out the door they came from.Ā
youāre still dressed in the soundcheck outfit, covered in a thin sheen of sweat that makes your skin appear as if glowing, cloying in the air with a faint perfume. he thinks youāve never looked prettier like this, out of breath and clammy; perceiving you without the filter of that perfectly curated idol image.Ā
you set down an empty bottle of water before pacing over, stopping just before him. barely one step and he could close this distance. is that what you want?
āhey,ā you get his attention, regarding him with such a soft smile that he nearly drops to his knees right then. āhow was it?āĀ
āgoodāā he answers plainly before stepping to you, leaving no time to react before both of his hands are swallowing either side of your waist. your breath hitches as he tugs you in, pressing himself flush against your front. āāyou do this type of fan service often?ā he grits out, locking much harsher words behind his teeth.Ā
āwhat?ā you stare cluelessly with big lost eyes, gasping when his fingers dig in until his nails sting your flesh.Ā
āi canāt be the only one, right? fuck, iām so dumb.ā he chuckles bitterly to himself. āyou trying to get more money out of me? or is this some kind of sick fun to you?ā sunghoon shakes you in his arms, riling himself up more by the second. āhuh? you enjoy leading your fans on?? tell me honestly please, donāt treat me like an idiot any more.ā
āno.ā you say, so firmly that it actually takes him aback. āiād be in more trouble than you if anyoneāā
sunghoon laughs, laughs at how absurd this situation is. how heās wished and prayed for a chance to have you this close and now all he can feel is rage. his hand flies up to your hair, tugging your head back ā the startled noise you let out going straight to his stiffening cock.Ā
āyouāre a slut, then? you let your fans use you so they keep coming back?ā he pouts dramatically at you, before bearing his canines in a grin. āor are you hoping that weāll leave you alone?ā
the slope of your neck bobs with a gulp, his eyes tracking the movement. āi let you, because i like you.ā
you watch his eyes flit rapidly over your face, searching desperately for any sign that youāre lying, playing him like a fool again.Ā
ābet you tell them all that.ā he huffs, not buying it for a second. ābet they all fall for it too.ā
āthere is noāā you scrunch your face when his fist curls tighter in your hair, letting out a noise that sounds nothing like frustration or fear. he could almost think that youāre..Ā
āhoon.ā you say sternly, the nickname catching him off-guard. his heart would almost swell over it if he wasnāt so close to ripping your fucking hair out in jealousy. āthere is nobody else. iāve been texting you because i want to. i asked my guard to bring you here so i could see you. god, i blew you at an airport! iāve never even..ā
you sigh, exasperated, and the pieces finally slide into place for sunghoon. they click slowly, even reluctantly, since the circumstances really are this hard to believe.Ā
āyou mean it?..ā he mutters, fingers loosening in your strands.Ā
āyes, of course i do.ā testing the waters, your palms run up his chest to hold his cheeks with a featherlight touch, and sunghoon melts into it. āi see you all the time, and iāve always wanted to get to know you more. but what could i do? nothing from my position.ā
you want love, just like him. you want him, just like he wants you.Ā
you donāt care about his intentions when he dragged you from your staff and locked you in a room. you donāt even care that he followed you all the way here from korea. you donāt give a single shit that he pays off your staff to provide him enough private info to warrant a lawsuit.Ā
āyou want me?āĀ
āof course i do.ā you echo, thumbs brushing tenderly across the pale of his cheek.Ā
he licks his lips, anticipation and something more sinister bubbling in his blood, heating up his body. āsay it.āĀ
āi want you.āĀ
sunghoon nearly moans hearing it from your mouth, his cock filling out his pants eagerly. he gives another tug on your hair, and his suspicions are confirmed when you whine. you like the pain. or do you just like being treated this way?
ādo you now?ā he says nearly mockingly, swiping his thumb across the plush of your lip to contrast the sting. you respond keenly: lips sealing around his thumb, dabbing your tongue on the skin. sunghoon curses lowly, breath growing heavier, and when you start to suck he has to pull away.Ā Ā
only to replace his hand with his mouth as he captures yours in a kiss. thereās no patience in it ā one second in and already he needs more, tilting your head by the hair as he shoves his tongue in. licking against yours roughly, palate filling with your saliva, cock twitching as he tastes every corner of your mouth.Ā
you ball fists in his shirt, whimpering quietly at how harshly heās kissing you, how heāll slightly pull your hair like a reminder. you just take it, better yet ā you give back. you slide your tongue with his, rolling your hips into his body and earning a bite on your lower lip. you whine from the shock and sunghoon parts with you, tutting.Ā
āyou trying to piss me off?ā he huffs out, stilling you by the waist with his free hand. youāre treading a fine fucking line of his self-control right now. if youāre not careful, he might really lose it. and he doesnāt want to hurt you ā unless you want that. fuck. his cock pulses just considering it, and of course you felt it, flashing him a cheeky grin.Ā
ādo your worst.ā you tell him, intentionally bucking your pelvis forward to rub against his boner. he feels the heat of you even through the fabric, and sunghoon heaves a gasp, every nerve in his body screaming to throw you to the ground and just take you.Ā
there comes that fucking nickname again, āhoonā, needily whined against his earlobe ā and you could hear a pin drop in the brief silence that follows, before his lips are smothering yours so desperately that his teeth scrape your gums, hands gripping impossibly tighter as he backs you into the closest wall.Ā
sunghoon nearly shoves your body against it, kindness forgotten with his brain tuned into one sole purpose. he kisses you like heās trying to consume you, palm trailing down the side of your body, stopping only to grope your breast here or squeeze your curves there. if he wasnāt so fired up, heād take his time with you. kiss every inch of your body and draw out the pleasure. his cock is begging him for otherwise though.Ā
he reaches a hand under this fucking skirt thatās burned into the deepest pit of his memories ā and you moan in tandem when sunghoonās fingers press into your panties, the fabric dipping where itās soaked in your arousal. he has to remind himself to breathe as he runs his fingertips over the thin cotton, feeling each ridge from how itās stuck to your cunt in arousal.Ā
he slides a finger past the soiled fabric, dipping into the hot arousal pooled at your hole. his length pulses where itās pressed into the meat of your thigh. sucking in a breath, sunghoon trudges past his own need as he gathers your slick on his index and middle, dragging the fingers up your folds. you shiver when he grazes your clit, melting into the prettiest whine as his fingers draws digit eights on the bundle of nerves.Ā
with his hand focused on your clit, sunghoon busies his mouth when he latches it to your neck, smirk pressed into your skin with how you throb under his fingers in response. sunghoon runs his tongue over the juncture between your neck and shoulder, littering the skin with nips of his teeth and sucks of his mouth ā leaving the mark of his presence in hickeys and bites. he laves at the salty sheen of sweat coating your body, eyes rolling into the back of his head as he tastes you in yet another way.Ā
on that thought, he rotates his hand; thumb replacing the fingers on your clit with firm swipes, his index and middle breaching past your hole and curling up to make you see stars.Ā
youāre unintelligible as he fucks you on his fingers, head lolled back into the wall as he ravages the slope of your neck, clenching down so perfectly he damn nearly cums just wondering how itād feel wrapped around his cock.Ā
āshit,ā he groans as he presses particularly hard into your g-spot, feeling how tightly you wrapped around the digits as if on command. he rips his hand from your cunt suddenly, and you gasp at the sound of fabric tearing when he pulls your panties further to the side.Ā
sunghoon licks at his fingers just so he can taste you down there too, your slick sweet on his palate. though it only serves to snap the last shred of his resolve, and before either of you know it heās ripping his pants open so quick that the button flies to the floor ā cock bobbing free and pressed to your cunt within the next second.
sunghoon lets out a sob, vision whiting out from how unbelievable you feel against him: your hole twitching where heās just barely pressing his tip, a mix of your arousal and his pre running down his length. he bucks his pelvis slightly, cock rubbing through your wet folds. his tip nudges your clit and you both just tremble.
it takes everything in him and then some to not just thrust in and pound you like a dog in heat.Ā
sunghoon tries to gather the words to ask for your permission, but all that leaves him is a hoarse exhale, cock pulsing where itās buried between your folds. you snap him out of the daze when a hand comes to wraps around his bicep, preparing to ground yourself.Ā
āi want it in,ā you ask so nicely, batting your lashes at the man heaving like a beast before you. āplease?āĀ
that word singlehandedly airs out every thought left in his brain. sunghoon doesnāt even think, just acts as he snaps his pelvis and splits your pussy on his cock. one swift movement and heās buried all the way in; balls pressed to your ass, body slumped against yours as you barely keep yourself upright.Ā
youāre both a mess, arms wrapping around each other as an anchor, bodies pressed so tight your heartbeats start to hammer as one. sunghoon grinds forward, soiling his balls in the dripping arousal as he attempts to gently stretch you out. for your comfort, and for his own dignity, so he doesnāt cum right the fuck now. he knows he shouldāve prepped you more, but he might have died from blood loss if he didnāt give attention to his raging boner for any longer.Ā
although.. youāve got a death grip around his cock. sunghoon usually jerks off hard and fast with a fist clenched so tight that it hurts, and still he canāt do anything but direct his own breathing as your cunt adjusts to his size. in and out, in and out..Ā
fuck.
āfuck!ā sunghoon cries out as he gives a quick thrust, barely even pulling out before sinking deeper, tip nudging your cervix as you gasp a moan. āf-fuck, fuckāā his hips stutter before they find a pace, bracing his hands on the wall behind as he drives his cock into you over and over.Ā
your knuckles turn white where theyāre holding onto his back for dear life, heās sure to find tracks of scratches across the muscles tomorrow. yet he canāt even feel the sting over your pussy sucking him in ā perfect. so perfect in how you flutter around his length with each thrust, your pretty whimpers and cries as he rams into your g-spot every time.
āgodā you..youāre taking it!ā
you babble out something that might be a reply, trembling fingers reaching for his neck to hold his face close. his chest twists with pure love for you. everything heās done in your name, it paid off. it surmounted to this. you let him in, and now heāll give you his blood.Ā
ālet me?ā sunghoon pleads in a broken voice, hanging on by the thinnest thread as he pounds you into the wall, his lower belly coiled dangerously tight. he wants to cum inside you so bad. he wants to ruin you for anyone else. ālet me, pleasepleasepleaseāā
āyes, yes!ā you plead right back, mouth falling open as he picks up to an animalistic speed.Ā
a few good thrusts later and sunghoonās spilling inside you, pace undeterred as he focuses on fucking as deep as possible inside you. cockhead dribbling warm ropes of cum into the bump of your cervix.Ā
sunghoon slumps all of his weight onto yours as he chases his breaths, still nestled deep inside and groaning with each pulse of his cock. the comedown leaves him in some halfway point between heaven; bliss floating through his veins, a smile carved deep onto his lips.Ā
this time, he pinches himself to check ā and when he blinks, it all stays right where it was.Ā
even in your state, you catch the gesture and breathe out a laugh, too exhausted to get the noise out. your knuckles run over his forearms, wondering when heāll start to soften inside you.Ā
sunghoon starts to kiss your neck again, and you have the realisation that he intends to keep going. you push him off you gently, reaching down to slip his still-hard cock out.Ā
āas much as i donāt want to, i need to get back to work.ā you remind him, your concert still very much looming on the evening.Ā
sunghoon grimaces like the fact personally offends him ā though heās not sulking for long as he watches you pull him out and then tug your underwear back in place with one quick motion, soiling the fabric as his cum stuffs your cunt.Ā
āiām sorry about your spot,ā you say, tenderly cupping his cheek and giving him soft eyes. āmy staff know who you are now, and they could escort you to the private box?āĀ
sunghoon nods, smiling stretching even wider, flashing his canines. he doesnāt need to prove heās not a threat ā you know, and you donāt care.Ā
you brush your skirt down back into place. āiāll see you after the send-off wraps up?āĀ
you donāt have to tell him where youāll be. the place that your staff picked out for post-show dinner and drinks. he already paid to know that. and youād know this too.Ā
but you donāt mention it as you leave him with a sweet kiss on the lips. in fact, he doesnāt think you ever will.Ā
ā
sunghoon didnāt know he had this much love in his body. all the blood that keeps his heart beating isnāt close to enough for what he wishes to give to you. his girlfriend. his world famous, popstar, funny and talented and gorgeously perfect girlfriend. ever since he first called you that he just canāt stop saying it.Ā
sunghoon has a sort of notoriety now within his community of your fandom. he went silent following the infamous airport stunt and the guard pulling him from the sydney pit ā and a few photos with someone resembling him at the after-show dinner had made the rounds around fans with insider connections. it was all kept very hush-hush, hadnāt made it to any outlets thank god. out of jealousy, he assumes. he made it and they didnāt.Ā
youāve fully opened yourselves to each other, much like normal couples do. he promised to leave that life behind for good, and feels immense shame for everything he did leading up to dating you.Ā
and, cross his heart, he does. but after years of chasing this exact goal, he canāt but feel a thousandfold more obsessed with you. his girlfriend. youāre still his entire purpose in life. he gave up everyone else in his life who wasnāt you, so when youāre too busy with work to listen to him ranting on and on about how much he adores you, who else is he meant to turn to?
Anonymous posted:
We all know that y/nās been dating lately. With the way she limps on stage, I bet she lets her boyfriend fuck her right before she goes on. He cums inside her, stuffs her full and puts her panties right back on so itās all sealed tight inside. Performing and dancing around for the crowd with her manās cum still hot in her pussy.Ā
smooothoperator: shit that sounds so hot
heesung64: Iād kill to be her boyfriend and do that everyday
doggystyle02: fuck you i know exactly who this is. fuck off and die
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SYNOPSIS ā lusting after his best friendās daughter is disaster waiting to happen; mingyu tells himself he should just wait it out. but as time progresses, his crush on you only gets increasingly worse, to the point he can no longer keep it hidden from you.
TAGS ā dilf!mingyu, explicit sexual content, age gap (mc is in her early 20s, gyu is in his early 40s), gyu acts a bit like a father figure on occasion but in a sexy way, not proofread, author lowkey is not happy with the way this fic turned out but spent too long on it not to post it <3
NOTE ā listen. i do not fuck with the twilight movies but thereās this scene in the first one (i think) where the main girl gets stitched up by her boyfriendās dad and. well. those are the vibes. enjoy :D
ā« ā cola by lana del rey / daddy issues by the nbhd / wicked games by the weeknd
šINGYU MAKES IT TO THE AGE OF FORTY-ONE BEFORE HE STARTS BELIEVING IN LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT.
he doesnāt know what that spark feels like until he lays eyes on you. perhaps itās because of you that the spring day feels warmer, the colours more intense, the smell of fresh roses in the air.
when his best friend told him his only child would be coming over, he didnāt think that much of it. your father divorced his wife about three years ago, and mingyu got to meet him not long after he moved into quite the estate at the most wealthy part of the countryside, which happened to be very close to his own home.
you, his daughter, were always too busy to visit, away at college, barely even coming home for the weekends ā and when you did, you usually went over to your motherās house. itās not like you and your father arenāt close, just that youāre closer to your mom.
but now, your parents have suddenly decided they want to try and see if their relationship can work again. with you having nearly a whole academic year off until you start your masterās, youāre planning to live with them for a while, meaning the three of you will be living in your fatherās estate.
which brings you to your current situation ā you, smiling at something your mother says to you, and mingyu watching you from afar. the market is as crowded as it usually tends to get on the countryside, and heās pretty sure heās heard some people greeting him in the distance, but he canāt tear his focus away from you.
god, youāre gorgeous. a smile that lights up the room, a pretty little dress that might as well be tailored to your body, your hair gleaming under the sun.
his best friend suddenly recognizes him, gesturing for him to come over.
from your spot by one of the vendors, you catch sight of him approaching you, and something about him sends a shiver down your spine.
he introduces himself to you as kim mingyu. aside from the fact that heās unnecessarily handsome, with that long dark hair and chiseled jaw, he walks around with a certain confidence you donāt often find in people. charming but doesnāt overdo it, holds his head high without being arrogant, uses his strong hands for gentle touches.
not to mention his sense of style. a white dress shirt, rolled-up sleeves, an expensive watch sitting on his wrist and a silver ring shining on his index finger.
you quickly come to the conclusion that your fatherās best friend is sex on a stick. he gazes at you with parted lips, a subtle smile playing on them when he realizes youāre looking him up and down, and it has heat rushing to your cheeks.
itās your entirely oblivious father who speaks up first. ātook her a while to come visit with university always getting in the way, but now sheās finally here for a while. did i tell you she graduated magna cumme laude?ā
ādad, you know you donāt have to say that to everyone, right?ā you chuckle, averting your eyes, and he teasingly puts his hand on your shoulder.
āwell, since youāre not doing it, iāll have to do it for you. you agree, donāt you, mingyu?ā
ācertainly. takes hard work to pull something like that off.ā he nods, locking eyes with you. āif anything, you should be bragging about it.ā
you tilt your head. āand here i thought i was being humble.ā
mingyu thinks he might be intoxicated by the sight of you. he follows every move you make like a hawk.
heās never been one to look at women who are far apart in terms of age. even now, he usually doesnāt ā but you just might be the exception to the rule. an exception that makes him feel like a pervert. what the hell is he doing at this age, looking at someone as young as you?
frankly, heās not sure. but thereās something so different about you.
much to his pleasure, you continue your conversation with him even after your father has walked off to take a call. āso, what brings you here today?ā
āiām shopping. gotta get my hands on a birthday gift. something involving dinosaurs, if theyāre selling that here.ā
ādinosaurs?ā you raise a brow, at which he chuckles.
āitās for my sonās birthday. heās been obsessed with āem for years. already going around telling people heās gonna study biology when heās older.ā
fuck, you think to yourself. so that must mean heās taken, even if you donāt see a gold ring on his finger.
then again, what chance did you think you had with a man like that, anyway?
āiām pretty sure i saw some books in the sale section he might like.ā you smile politely, hiding your reaction. āiām assuming youāre married, then?ā
but to your surprise, he shakes his head. ādivorced, actually.ā
āoh, iām sorry.ā
āitās fine. it wasnāt a nasty divorce, weāre on better terms now than we were before it happened. itās been a couple years, all three of us are happier this way.ā
fair enough. ādoes your son live with you?ā
āno, with his mom. but i call him often, and he comes over most weekends.ā
you nod in understanding, and before you can give an actual response, he needs to clear the situation, because for some reason he just has to let you know heās single.
āanyways, iāve been by myself for a couple years now. so was your father, up until about two months ago.ā he smiles. āis that weird? having your parents try again?ā
with a shrug, you answer, āa bit. though i always figured it was more of a break than an actual divorce. weāll see how it turns out, i guess.ā
the perfect opportunity to insert the question heās been dying to ask.
āand you? got a boyfriend waiting for you back home?ā
āno, i donāt.ā
that single reply has his heart racing in his chest.
mingyu subtly pushes his tongue against the inside of his cheek. his eyes are focused on your bare legs, travelling upwards before he can comprehend heās shamelessly oggling you.
just when youāre about to say something else to him, your father beckons to you, and you give him that gorgeous smile again. āduty calls. it was nice to meet you, mr. kim.ā
ācall me mingyu. and likewise. iāll go check out those books you mentioned.ā
taking a last look at him, you eventually almost have to force yourself to turn around and go over to your father.
mingyu is unable to get you out of his mind that day. youāre all thatās lingering in his head when he buys that dinosaur book at the store, when he cooks his dinner, when heās showering, when the lights are off and heās tossing and turning in bed.
what the hell kind of impression did you leave on him? heās pretty sure youāll be showing up in his dreams too, if he finally manages to fall asleep at some point.
not that he wouldnāt want you to.
funnily enough, you both go to bed with the wish to see each other again as soon as possible, and mingyu makes sure to be a part of your new everyday life in the days that follow.
days turn into weeks, and before you know it, two months have passed by.
both of you have developed a sickeningly annoying crush on each other. mingyu, being your fatherās best friend, is over at the house rather frequently, and naturally your motherās taken a liking towards him as well.
shared dinners, game nights, events in town ā thereās suddenly a lot tying you together, which means you see him at least several times a week.
youāve grown to feel comfortable in his presence, since you get along so well, though the hairs on your arms certainly still stand upright when he walks into the room.
and if youāve learned one thing, itās that mingyu is one smooth fucker. charming, always says the right thing, well-liked. but you find you like him especially when he loses his composure.
the first time it happened was when itād rained and you had to walk past him, push-up bra entirely visible through your soaked shirt. you remember how red his cheeks got ā and how much you liked the attention from him.
it pushes you to accidentally show him a peek into your cleavage or under your skirt from time to time, and you feel accomplished at the sight of his breath hitching in his throat for a second before he pulls himself together.
mingyu has secretly already had to get himself off several times after getting bricked up from the sight of you.
heās starting to pick up on things in the remarkably short time since your first meeting ā your go-to coffee order, your favorite books, the change in your tone when you speak to someone you donāt like all that much. a tone you never use with him, of course.
no, mingyu knows you like his company. but even with his good looks, thereās a certain insecurity that comes with age, making him hesitant to assume youāre just as into him as heās into you.
and fuck is he into you.
obviously he greatly enjoys your parentsā company ā but youāre the main reason heās over at their home so often.
tonight is no different. the four of you had dinner, you went upstairs to wash up about an hour ago, leaving him to assume you must be tired.
as mingyu pours some wine into three glasses, he looks through the kitchen window to find a car approaching.
your mother sighs as she cuts into some cheese next to him. āmy daughter has many strong suits, but time management is not one of them.ā
āsheās heading out?ā
āyeah, sheās going on a date tonight.ā
the wine bottle almost slips from his hand at the mention of it. āa date? with who?ā
āwilliamās son. you know him, he lives down the block.ā
yeah, mingyu knows the kid. he also knows you donāt belong with a guy like that at all, heād never make you happy. way too full of himself.
āsince when does she even like him?ā mingyu chokes out, trying not to sound as unnerved as he is by the whole ordeal. āshe told me sheād rejected him at first.ā
your mother shrugs. āno idea. iām assuming something mustāve changed her mind. god, is she just gonna let that boy wait out there the whole time? iāll open the door.ā
mingyu considers telling her to leave the kid outside, but chooses the more socially acceptable thing to do instead. āno, youāve got your hands full. iāll handle it.ā
he sets down the bottle of wine, heading out to the front door, giving a somewhat unsettling smile to the guy standing before him.
āmr. kim! itās been a while.ā he greets, and mingyu narrows his eyes, subtly looking him up and down.
āyeah. so, you got a hot date tonight?ā
āwould seem so.ā
āwhere are you headed?ā
the guy mistakes the casual tone of questioning for a positive one. āweāre just gonna have some dinner in the city, see where the night takes us.ā
mingyu pushes his tongue against the inside of his cheek. he didnāt like that sentence at all. he doesnāt like this guy.
with a fake chuckle, he nods, taking a step closer to him. āyou touch her in a way she doesnāt like, and iāll be the one at your doorstep. understand, kid?ā he asks, attitude completely controlled despite the threatening tone.
the young man in front of him swallows. āyeahāyeah, of course.ā
āgood. you go on and wait by the car, iāll go see if sheās ready.ā mingyu gestures for him to get out of his sight as if heās some child, and right at that moment, he hears you rushing down the stairs.
and to say you look stunning in that velvety red dress would be an understatement. your hair bounces with every step, the smell of your perfume floods his senses, and he realizes that this might be the first time ever heās jealous of some asshole more than a decade younger than him solely for having the privilege of being your date.
āyouāre gorgeous.ā he breathes out, and youāre taken aback by his comment, and he suddenly realizes what he said. āyou look... gorgeous. in that dress.ā
a sweet chuckle escapes you. āthanks. whatās up with him? he looks scared.ā
now that your date is the topic of conversation, his tone sours. āperhaps he has a good reason to be.ā
the guy is out of earshot anyway, so you frown at mingyu, quickly able to see through that facade heās putting up. āwhat did you say to him?ā
he shrugs. ānothing special.ā
āmingyu.ā
āi justāi mean, look at you, sweetheart. i donāt want him to get his grimy little hands all over you. ifāif you donāt want him to, of course.ā
the bursting of your chest that you should probably be feeling for your date flares up in mingyuās presence. your heart is racing at the way he indirectly complimented you, and you wish you could just tell your date to fuck off and have this much more handsome older man instead.
but you canāt.
āi can take care of myself, yāknow.ā
āi donāt doubt it.ā
for a brief moment, you forget someoneās waiting for you. how could you not? mingyu looks at you as if youāre some saint walking among men, and youāre starting to pick up on it more with every moment you spend in his presence.
with a hushed tone, you feel like testing him. āwhat if he did put his hands on me? would you rough him up?ā
āiād do a little more than that.ā he whispers back, wishing he could just press you up against this door and kiss you. āwhatever you want me to do to him, iāll do it.ā
you nod at him, leaning in to press a kiss to his cheek, your lips remaining there a few seconds longer than necessary. āthank you.ā
his pupils are nearly completely dilated by the time youāve pulled back, and he watches you walk towards the car with half-lidded eyes, immediately grimacing when your date doesnāt even open the door to the passengerās seat for you.
christ, what an idiot. heās a little prick, that kid ā a product of rich parents endlessly spoiling their only son.
now, mingyu wouldnāt call himself perfect. far from it actually. but at least he has good manners. heād treat you so much better.
mingyu waits in his spot, seeing the car roll down the driveway until itās out of his sight, and he closes the door behind him, taking a deep breath before returning to your parents in the kitchen.
āand? whatās the verdict?ā your mother asks, at which he chuckles.
āwell, i doubt youāre gonna get a son-in-law anytime soon.ā
he considers offering himself as a better suited candidate instead.
unfortunately, mingyu made the mistake of thinking you wouldnāt go on another date with the boy.
itās not like you had a great time ā but it wasnāt horrible, either. he asks to be your boyfriend several dates later, and youāre not sure why, but you agree to it.
it might be out of sheer boredom, and youāre in the mood to shake things up a little. at the same time, itās mingyu who still continues to occupy your mind all day, yet you doubt anything will ever happen between you and him, even though you donāt think youāve ever wanted anyone more.
mingyu has to put in effort to hide his distaste of you and your new boyfriend together. the guy is constantly trying to snatch you from his grip, and heās beginning to think itās out of either insecurity or jealousy ā maybe even both.
truthfully, you enjoy having a man a bit possessive over you. a hand on your hip, an arm around your waist.
when mingyu touches you like that, it feels good. right. youād love nothing more than to lean into it, against his chest and remain in his hold.
but your boyfriendās grip is overbearing. itās unnatural, too warm, not allowing you to breathe. not to mention he doesnāt seem to be possessive out of pride over getting to call you his girlfriend or anything remotely positive for that matter ā he seems insecure. itās written all over his body language.
to be fair, heās right to be. you donāt even like him. yeah, you want someone thatās not him. heās nothing but a distraction you plan to throw away at some point.
but fuck, arenāt you allowed to be human? donāt you yearn and ache? and wish to be fucked stupid by someone almost twice your age?
yeah, the reasoning is terrible, but all logical arguments are thrown out of the window whenever your eyes lock with mingyuās.
and if your dadās best friend didnāt see the clear disconnect between you and your boyfriend before, he sure does now.
your birthday rolls around the corner about a month and a half later. a short time to be dating, really, and thatās what you force yourself to blame your boyfriendās bad choice of gift on.
two books ā that youāve already read. which couldāve been an honest mistake, had you not mentioned those two books as some of your all-time favorites before, and pointed them out on the wooden plank in your room.
you give a fake smile, pushing out a thank you, but mingyu knows better. he canāt fathom how your boyfriend would fall for the act, or why the guy didnāt come up with a better present.
mingyu chooses to hand you his gift in private, when youāre alone in the living room together.
you take the still wrapped box with a tilt of your head. āyou know you didnāt have to get me something, right?ā
āwhat kind of man would i be if i didnāt get my favorite girl a gift for her birthday?ā
my favorite girl. the words almost have your brain short-cutting.
unwrapping the gift, you open the small box to discover a gold, medallion necklace inside. when you look at it in awe, he sinks his teeth into his bottom lip for a moment before speaking up. āyou mentioned wanting one. if itās not the design you were looking forāā
āitās beautiful. but thisāthis mustāve been so expensive.ā
āi have a goldsmith in the family, so i got it for a good price. and it was worth every penny.ā the corner of his mouth curls up. āi hope you like it.ā
god, itās stunning. the design is detailed, the length of the necklace is exactly what you were hoping to get someday. but more importantly, he paid attention to what you were saying even in small moments ā you think you mentioned wanting a medallion once or twice, to your mother, when mingyu was talking to your father at the other side of the room. and he still remembered.
now heās here with you, gesturing for you to lift your hair so he can put it on, his fingers brushing past the back of your neck. with the clasp locked in place, you turn around to look in the mirror, finding the hanger sits just below your collarbone.
āitās perfect. thank you.ā
āyouāre welcome.ā he responds with a gentle smile, and you lean in to give him a hug, getting him to wrap his arms around you.
his touch is electric. even once heās let you go, itās like you can still feel his handprints burning on your skin.
in the following days, whenever people ask about the pretty necklace, you proudly show it off, and you donāt miss the way your boyfriendās eyebrows raise when you tell him itās from mingyu.
but he chooses not to dwell on it. he definitely tries not to think about it when heās inside you and youāre completely naked, except for that damn necklace that the much older man gave you. the same older man who keeps his hands on you every chance he gets ā the man whoās clearly threatening your relationship.
in your boyfriendās defense, itās not like heās aware you only got with him to keep mingyu out of your thoughts.
but the latter feels the need to talk to you about that idiot you call your boyfriend.
a week later, after a brief visit to your friends in the city, itās him who picks you up from the train station. something about your father being busy and mingyu stepping up like the good friend he is.
āyāknow, iāve been thinking.ā he starts out, his left hand comfortably resting on the steering wheel, only to be met with a witty remark from you.
āthat mustāve been hard for you, old man.ā
āhilarious. really.ā his deadpan stare quickly fades away when you chuckle in response. āanyway, as i was saying ā iām wondering what the hell youāre doing with williamās son.ā
āwhat do you mean?ā
āi mean, the kid clearly likes you,ā he says, ābut you donāt like him.ā
āhow do you know that?ā
āiād have to be blind not to notice.ā
you only sigh. is it really that obvious?
āso whatās going on, sweetheart? whyāre you hanging out with him?ā
sometimes, mingyu has moments where he acts more like a caretaker than a friend. like a father.
as problematic as it might sound, you like it when he behaves like that from time to time. itās subtle, not overbearing ā something that should feel wrong but doesnāt in the slightest.
ābecauseāugh, forget it.ā because itās the only way to drown out what you really want. who you really want.
āno, tell me.ā
āi just..." you trail off, trying to tell him part of the truth without giving everything away, āisnāt love something you need to grow into?ā
āif he doesnāt leave an impression on you of any kind, itās enough of a sign that itās not gonna happen in the future, donāt you think?ā
āi guess.ā
āyou donāt sound convinced.ā
the questioning suddenly gets on your nerves, since youāre realizing heās able to call your bullshit from a mile away, but you canāt exactly tell him the truth either. ālook, sometimes you just need a distraction. at least he gives me that.ā
mingyu stays quiet for a moment.
then he laughs. āand you chose him for that? does he even know what heās doing with you? assuming thatās what weāre talking about here.ā
āitās fine. heās fine.ā
āfine equals mediocre. youāre not mediocre. so why are you with him, of all people?ā
āmingyu, i worked my ass off to graduate in the way that i did. i put academics above everything, and donāt get me wrong, iām glad that i did and iād do it again ā but it also means i barely had a social life, and i was constantly stressed, and i justāsomeone offered to relieve all of that and i took it. alright? it doesnāt need to be groundbreaking.ā
obviously you didnāt need a boyfriend. hell, you didnāt even want one. but barely having sex in several years time has left you pent up, so all you really wanted was someone to be friends with benefits with, but that simply didnāt end up happening.
then mingyu suddenly came along a few months ago, and you donāt want him solely because you think heād be great in bed ā you actually like the man. but you canāt have him. so on top of your need to have sex, you also want someone to distract you, and that is all your current boyfriend is good for.
though heās been doing a shitty job at it so far. if anything, whenever your boyfriend is on top of you, you think of mingyu being much bigger than him, in every way possible, undoubtedly.
mingyu stares into nothing when he comes up with the invasive question. ādoes he at least make you feel good? comfortable?ā
ādid you seriously just ask me about my sex life?ā
āis that a no?ā
āitāsāas i said before, itās fine.ā
just hearing you stutter out the response is enough of a sign for him to draw a conclusion. āthatās a real shame, sweetheart.ā
āwhy are you acting like heās treating me horribly?ā
ābecause it sounds to me that he is.ā he retorts sharply. āhe doesnāt satisfy you, nor do you like him ā which makes sense, given the fact that the dudeās a prick ā so what reason could you possibly have for staying with him?ā
avoiding the question, you shrug. āso you think i should break up with him?ā
āi think you should do what you want.ā he answers casually. āif that means breaking up with him and getting with someone better, so be it.ā
āyou act as if iāve got another man waiting for me.ā
ādonāt you?ā
youāre both talking around it. heās tracing the top of the steering wheel with his finger, youāre pushing your tongue against the inside of your cheek.
sooner or later, one of you will have to break.
āall iām saying is that⦠with the looks and brains youāve got, you could get anyone you wanted, sweetheart.ā he breathes out, and he looks at you like he means it.
for a moment, you really consider asking if that includes him, too ā but it seems youāve arrived at your destination, so you swallow your words and bottle them up.
as youāre undoing your seatbelt, he offers a last sentiment. āthink about it. thatās all iām saying.ā
with a nod, you get out of the car.
the tolerance you have for your boyfriend gets lower each day, but it seems youāve finally hit a breaking point.
all you wanted was a fun night out at a local bar, and it was good for an hour or two, until one of your newly made friends from the neighborhood threw in a comment she probably shouldnāt have.
āthereās practically zero hot guys here ā not our age, anyway.ā sheād jokingly said, pointing at you with a drunken smile, āyāknow, youāre lucky to have kim mingyu as your neighbor for the time being.ā
āam i?ā
ācāmon, you gotta admit it. heās sexy.ā
despite your initial hesitation to admit it out loud, you ended up with the same smile on your face as you agreed with her. āyeah, he is.ā
unfortunately, it turned out that your boyfriend heard the coversation when you both thought he was out of earshot. the mood soured instantly once he tried to confront you about it, so you left your friends to go home, with your boyfriend spewing out all of his thoughts as he escorts you back.
perhaps youād give a shit about the whiny complaints coming out of his mouth if you were sober, or if you even remotely liked him ā but neither is the case.
ādo you even care about this? about us?ā he asks, waving with his hands while you walk with your bike beside you and visible annoyance on your face.
you pinch the bridge of your nose. ācan we not talk about this when everythingās spinning?ā
but heās too deep in his drunken honesty to listen to you. āi knew something was off. yāknow what? maybe you should just go get your rocks off with someone else.ā
with a huff, you roll your eyes. āyouāre exaggerating.ā
āno, iām not. wanna know something? that fucker mingyu would just love to get his hands all over you. heās always judging me and shit, his fuckinā paws at your waist every chance he gets.ā
ābullshit.ā
āyouāre not blind. maybe your parents are, but youāre not. unless youāre enjoying the attention heās giving you.ā
now that his words are getting on your nerves, youāre able to find some clarity in the midst of your clouded judgement. āmaybe you should stop focusing on him so much.ā
ācāmon. tell me, you also believe he wants to fuck you, right? itās a yes or no question.ā
āiām not having this conversation with youāā
itās as if it finally clicks for your boyfriend. he previously thought mingyuās affection for you was mostly one-sided, but now heās not so sure anymore.
ādo you wanna fuck him?ā
āyou did not just ask me that.ā
āheās almost twice your age. he couldāve been your father!ā
it takes every fibre of your being not to say that the age gap secretly excites you.
stopping in your tracks, you finally look him in the eye. āiām sick of this. sick of you. weāre over. iām gonna go home, and you should too. try not to trip over your own feet on the way back.ā
before he can even push a protest out of his mouth, youāve already turned your head and gotten on your bike to get away from him as fast as possible, and you hear him grumble something under his breath.
cycling goes remarkably well in spite of the many drinks youāve consumed in such little time ā at least until you accidentally hit a shard of glass with your front wheel.
with the tire quickly getting completely flat, youāre forced to walk, squinting when you look around.
itās fucking creepy around here at night, you find. not nearly enough lanterns to light the whole road, the swaying of the tall grass in the wind, the suddenly overwhelming darkness ā it makes you speed up to the first house you see.
which, coincidentally, belongs to your favorite neighbor.
it seems unnecessary to knock on his door, since heās standing in the driveway to fix a lamp. dropping your bike in a cartoonish manner, you leave it at the gate, walking over to his front door.
with a big frown set into his forehead, he watches you approach him.
āwhatāre you doing?ā you ask casually, mood instantly lifted in his presence.
āiām fixing the light. what are you doing?ā
āoh my god, i justāā you slur your words, āi was just thinking about you. and now youāre here!ā
āare you drunk?ā he asks the question as if he doesnāt already know the answer.
heās met with a giggle from you. āno! no. look, gyu, my bike broke down. can you help me, like, patch up my tire? i think a piece of glass fucked it up or something.ā
the new nickname has him swallowing, but the situation at hand is of much more importance to him right now. āyourāyour bike? wait, you were cycling? on your own? at this time of night?ā
āyeah. i just⦠didnāt wanna burden my friends, yāknow.ā
a sigh escapes him. the roads here are barely lit. he might as well buy you a damn car so you can travel safer next time. then again, you probably chose not to go by car so you could have a drink tonight.
fucking hell. even if he did agree to fixing up your bike, you can hardly keep yourself standing upright in his doorway, and he doesnāt like the idea of you cycling home alone.
so he suggests something he probably shouldnāt ā for the sake of his own sanity, anyways.
āitās late, sweetheart. you know iād fix that up for you any time of day, but you gotta sober up first, and god knows how long thatās gonna take. not to mention i also drank tonight so driving wouldnāt be wise ā just spend the night here and iāll take you home in the morning. give me a second to get the guest room ready.ā
the idea of sleeping in the same house as him has excitement bubbling in your gut. with anyone else, you wouldnāt have agreed so quickly, but this is what youāve secretly wanted for months. āokay.ā
ācāmon.ā he gestures for you to get inside, and you stumble through the large entrance with his big hand sitting on your lower back.
āwhat were you drinking? i could go for another glass.ā
āabsolutely not. youāre more than welcome to join me for a drink another time, but not today.ā
the idea of him sitting on his couch with a glass of scotch and an undone button-up has your cheeks heating up. biting your lip, you let him guide you up the staircase, into a bedroom that might be three times the size of the dorm room youāve become used to.
closing the door behind you, he asks, āwhat did you drink, anyway?ā
you give him an exaggerated sigh. āyou know how everyone says you shouldnāt mix beer and wine?ā
mingyu nods, and a quick look at your face tells him enough. āyou did it anyways, didnāt you?ā
āyeah,ā you giggle again, and he smiles, āwhat can i say? i like my rules how i like my glow sticks. and egg yolks. broken, i mean.ā
āwhat kind of psychopath are you that you prefer broken egg yolks?ā
āthat is so not the point.ā you tell him with attitude, slightly caught off-guard when he takes you into the connecting bathroom, turning you around to put his hands on your hips.
he lifts you up to sit on the edge of the counter, your feet dangling above the floor. reaching into one of the drawers beside your head, his face gets awfully close to yours as he gets a fresh, unused toothbrush for you, proceeding to put some paste on the perfectly aligned bristles.
nudging it toward your mouth, heās got one hand sitting gently on your jaw to hold your face steady, and you instinctively do as he wants you to, opening your mouth.
tilting your head back, he brushes your teeth, eventually telling you to spit out the paste in the sink as he gets you a cup of water to rinse.
once youāre done, he wipes the last bit of toothpaste from your bottom lip, thumb sitting there a little longer than it needs to.
āi like it when you do that. act all⦠yāknow.ā
āwhat?ā
āfatherly. yeah, thatās the word.ā
ādo you, sweetheart?ā
āyeah. ām fond of you. so is everyone else, but i meanāā you chuckle sheepishly, āme? i like you way more.ā
āi know you do.ā he tucks your hair behind your ear, having to suppress the urge to kiss you. āi like you too. a lot more than that idiot boyfriend of yours does.ā
you allow him to take you off the counter and set you on the floor. he doesnāt need to know you and your boyfriend broke up just yet. you like him when heās acting jealous.
fuck, he tells himself to quit staring at you. he needs to get the hell out of here, or youāre gonna notice he canāt stop gawking at you in your little dress.
scratching his throat, he points to the wooden closet by the door.
āi got you some clothes for the night and tomorrow. if they donāt fit, let me know, and iāll get you something else.ā
you hold him back from walking out of the room. ācould you, um... unzip my dress? i donāt want my hair to get stuck in it.ā
itās a risky move. you almost regret the question when seeing the breath hitching in his throat, but then he gestures for you to turn around, sending a shiver down your spine.
mingyu puts his hands on your hips, taking his time on purpose. you kind of admire him for it.
moving your hair out of the way, he takes hold of the zipper between his thumb and index finger, slowly pulling it down to your lower back to bask in this moment as much as possible.
he mentally prepares himself to be met with the clasp of some bra heāll probably never have the pleasure of removing ā only to find nothing.
the knowledge that youāre not wearing anything under that dress except for some panties has him going insane. the worst thing is that you and him are the only people in this house tonight, away from your boyfriend and your parents. away from everyone who shouldnāt see the way he looks at you.
fuck, he could pull that dress down and bend you over right here and now and none of them would know about it.
maybe, just maybe, heād press his growing erection against your ass if you were sober. maybe heād confess how much heās been thinking about you, day and night.
but with your clouded state of mind, he chooses not to.
releasing the zipper, his fingers brush past your bare skin for a split second before taking a step away from you.
you donāt even see his inner turmoil when you tell him, āthank you.ā
āyouāre welcome. now get some sleep ā iāll treat you to a good breakfast in the morning.ā he winks, heading to the door, and you chuckle. he closes the door to your room shortly after.
when he gets into his own bed, heās still hard as a rock. his cock slaps against his stomach once heās pushed his boxers down. youāre driving him crazy. just the mere image of your curves have his eyes rolling back in his skull.
bucking his hips, he thinks about you. what youād look like on top of him, under him, what youād sound like. he fantasizes about you walking through the hall naked, coming into his room and sucking him off.
god, it gets an orgasm out of him embarrassingly quick.
the feeling of wanting you, as always, doesnāt fade in the slightest as he swiftly cleans himself up in his bathroom.
the following morning, you feel like shit. blurry memories of your behavior from last night come rushing in, and if you had the energy for it, youād probably throw yourself from the balcony out of embarrassment.
you push yourself out of bed, heading into the bathroom to stare at your mess of a reflection. to be fair, the slightly smudged eye makeup doesnāt look all that bad despite having slept in it, but still.
reaching out for the toothbrush, you suddenly recall that little moment of mingyu putting you on the counter and what you said to him ā oh, jesus.
you need to get the fuck out of here.
after brushing your teeth, you gather your things and walk down the entirely unfamiliar hall. if you thought your dadās house was big, mingyuās home might as well be the cherry on top. itās all expensive with its tall ceilings and unique art pieces framed on the walls, and you have to admit that heās got good taste.
as if he heard you pass his room, he opens the door, standing there in sweatpants and a white t-shirt, his hair still damp from the shower.
āgood, youāre awake.ā he smiles, running a hand through his hair. āfeeling up for some eggs?ā
with a mere nod of an answer, he gestures for you to follow him to the kitchen.
with a yawn, you try to come up with a good excuse for whatever it was that made you as bold as you were last night.
he doesnāt let you. ādid you sleep well?ā
āyeah. look, you donāt need to make me breakfast, iāve overstayed my welcomeāā
āhey, i promised i would make you breakfast. and youāre always welcome here. so sit, have a cup of coffee, and iāll take you home after.ā
all he gets in response is a grumbled āfineā.
while pouring a bit of olive oil into the pan, he asks, āwhatās the story behind last night? why were you going home alone?ā
āmy boyfriend was supposed to take me home, but⦠i guess i kind of ruined his good mood by breaking up with him.ā
mingyuās eyes almost pop out of their sockets. āwaitāwhyād you break up with him?ā
āi thought you wanted me to.ā
āi did, but since you seemed so hellbent on keeping him around, i didnāt think you were going to.ā
āyeah, well, things change.ā
āfair enough. good on you for dropping the dead weight.ā
his comment makes you chuckle. āhe kinda threw a fit about it, probably only ācause my friends had already gone home. god, he was angry.ā
āmy offer to rough him up still stands, by the way.ā
scoffing, you mutter to yourself, āironic.ā
āwhat is?ā mingyu asks, since he heard it nonetheless.
you shrug, choosing not to use the same words your boyfriend did. āoh, itās nothing. he brought you up. said something about you being too possessive over me.ā
āand what did you tell him?ā
āthat he needed to fuck off.ā
he snorts, grabbing two plates. āand he actually did?ā
ānot like he had much of a choice. i just left him there. told him to go home.ā
āiād pay to see his face when you told him that.ā mingyu laughs. āsounds to me like you have a reason for celebration.ā
āi guess so.ā
he puts the plate with eggs on toast in front of you, a devilish smile plastered on his face. āyour favorite, as iāve heard from a highly reliable source.ā
digging your cutlery into the broken egg yolk, you roll your eyes. ācut me some slack, will you?ā
all he can do is nod with a big grin before starting with his own plate.
the same morning, your ex-boyfriend is standing before the front door of your parentsā house. he rings the doorbell, the apology heās rehearsed during the drive here stuck in his head, and your mother opens the door.
when he tells her heās come to talk to you, she informs him that youāre not here, and that you stayed over at a friendās house. you apparently didnāt even mention the breakup to her, so sheās entirely unaware of what happened last night.
but your ex is confused, because he talked to your friends this morning and asked them if they heard anything from you, to which they answered no. they didnāt know you guys broke up either.
it stirs something in his gut. where the fuck are you? if you didnāt stay at a friendās house, where did you sleep?
itās those two questions that continue to run through his head. getting back in his car, he plans to drive back home. who knows, you mightāve gone to his house.
but about ten minutes later, he steps on the brake with force.
your bike. by mingyuās driveway.
either he missed it on the way to your house or you just arrived at his place. regardless, both scenarios suck for him. he acted out of line, and now heās sent you straight into mingyuās arms, probably.
he calls your phone. you donāt pick up. it gets him frustrated.
but he figures heāll try again later. itās not like he can just go and knock on the door, so he drives off, not sure whether to be angrier at you or himself.
after youāve finished breakfast, mingyu fixes up your bike in no-time. instead of letting you cycle home by yourself, he puts the bike in the trunk and gestures for you to get in the passengerās seat.
āgyu, i can get home by myself. itās daytime outside.ā
āi know, i know. but i gotta go get groceries anyways, so iāll take you.ā
arguing with him is useless sometimes. you roll your eyes in disapproval, but still get in the car, at which he smirks. he barely needs to get groceries ā he just wants to spend time with you.
the drive is too short to talk about what happened between you and him last night. the things you said, how turned on he clearly was. your voice seems lost on you.
so you make it back to your parentsā house, where he takes the bike out of the car again, and you press your lips into a thin line. āthank you again, for⦠everything, really.ā
āitās no problem. youāre nice when youāre drunk, yāknow?ā
āoh my god.ā you snort, burying your face in your hands.
āso nice that you told me you like me way better than everyone else. you remember that?ā
frankly, youāre not sure whether to look him in the eye or lower your head in shame. āi may have said something along those lines.ā
āwell, i like you a lot more than everyone else, too.ā he says, fully aware heās stepping much deeper into dangerous territory than he should. youāre forbidden fruit ā yet he canāt help it. āget some rest. iāll see you later, angel.ā
not even waiting for a rebuttal of any kind, he gives you a last glance that reeks of pride before getting back into his expensive car, leaving you to wonder what your relationship with him even is at this point.
by the time youāve turned around, your mother is leaning against the post of the front door. āso. the romance was short-lived, huh?ā
āhow do you know that?ā
āhe came by this morning. seemed embarrassed to even talk to me. i know what a boy trying to make amends looks like.ā
āwell, sucks for him.ā you shrug, really not giving a shit.
āwhere did you sleep last night?ā
lying through your teeth comes remarkably easy. āa friendās house.ā
āhow did you end up in mingyuās car?ā
āthe tire of my bike went flat. he fixed it up. offered to take me home just in case.ā
jesus, just talking about him makes you feel hot. itās like youāre burning up. you quickly manage to get away from your motherās prying eyes before she can catch onto the truth ā and once youāre upstairs, you canāt stop staring at your reflection in the mirror.
youāre wearing his clothes, and even if youād take them all off, the necklace he gave you would still be there.
constantly touching your skin.
mingyu is like a drug ā addictive, leaving a lasting effect. you canāt seem to get him out of your system, no matter what.
the rude awakening from your train of thoughts comes in the form of a phone call. just seeing the name of your ex on screen is enough to get a huff of annoyance out of you, but you decide to take the call.
āwhat do you want?ā you ask, already done with the conversation before itās even started.
said conversation is messy. your ex is angry at you for going to mingyuās place, you shift the blame onto him for leaving you to go home alone in the middle of the night ā not that you wouldāve let him guide you home, probably ā after which he turns apologetic, but you tell him you donāt care. he wants to get back together, but you donāt.
itās you who ends the call. you assume heās taken the hint, and things are quiet in the days that follow. your daily life seems to be back to the way it was before the break-up, just without a boyfriend.
and now that itās over, youāre inclined to agree with mingyu. your ex was mediocre.
given the not-so-friendly breakup, you figured the phone call would be the last time you heard from your ex. but it appears that despite the lack of depth in the very brief relationship you had with him, heās still upset at the way things ended between you.
not long after the breakup, thereās a charity fundraiser being held in town, followed by drinks at mingyuās house. the halls you recognize from the night you slept over are now filled with groups of people chattering, laughing and drinking the night away.
right as heās asked you if he can get you a drink, you get a text message from your ex.
the clear frown on your forehead almost has mingyu worried. āeverything okay?ā
āyeah, umāi gotta go handle something. iāll be right back.ā you answer, walking through the hallway to get to the front door.
itās quiet on the driveway, save for the sounds of the party muffled in the background and the annoying asshole you just canāt seem to get rid of. the gravel crunches underneath your feet as you walk over to him. āwhat the fuck are you doing here?ā
to be fair, itās not like he wasnāt invited. heās been smart to keep his distance from you ā until now, anyway. āwanted to see you.ā
fucking hell, he looks pathetic. almost falling over, a nearly empty bottle of liquor in hand, all drowsy. you shake your head. āno, iām not doing this with you. youāre drunk. not that iād wanna talk to you if you were sober.ā
like the spoilt asshole he is, he gets angry when things donāt go his way. āwe need to talk it out. i didnāt even wanna break upāā
āno, but i did. what you want is the last of my concerns.ā
you glare at him, turning around to go back inside, but he pulls at your wrist, hoping youāll see eye to eye with him. ājust listen to me!ā
āno, justālet go!ā you tell him, pulling your arm out of his hold, which has him accidentally dropping the liquor bottle on the gravel, causing it to break.
as you look at him in shock, he seems more concerned with the fact that his last bit of booze has now been wasted. he curses under his breath, picking up the glass handle of the bottle which now has a sharp edge at the bottom from breaking in half.
from the corner of your eye, you see mingyu approaching. he went out to see where you went because he didnāt trust the situation, catching sight of you right when you pulled yourself away from your ex.
āwhatās going on?ā he asks, looking at you. āyou okay?ā
but his presence immediately sours your ex-boyfriendās mood. āsheās fine. we were just talking.ā
ādoesnāt look like youāre in the right state of mind to do so.ā
āiāll decide that.ā
mingyu has an expression on his face that sits somewhere between harsh and smug. āwell, first of all, the lady doesnāt seem all that interested in talking to you, and secondly, youāre standing in my driveway, on my property ā so no, you donāt get to decide that.ā
your ex knows he has no leg to stand on, but heās unwilling to admit defeat. āwhatever. i knew from the start that youāve been after her. she give it to you yet?ā
āyouāre such a fucking piece of shitāā you cuss at him, but mingyu gestures for you to stay put.
he points to the gate by the start of the driveway. āget the hell out.ā
the response seems enough for the guy to convince himself that you and mingyu slept together, which ā unfortunately ā hasnāt even happened. āi fucking knew it. i knew you wanted her! sheās a fucking slutāā
mingyu decides in that moment that he no longer cares about being the better person. his hand flies right to the boyās neck, holding a firm grip, his jaw clenched in anger. āsay something like that again. do it. see what happens.ā
of course, aside from some heavy breathing, it remains silent.
so he nods, as if to say thatās what i thought, the grip of his hand remaining tight. āapologize to her.ā
your ex, surprisingly enough, does as heās told. āsorry.ā he mutters, suddenly trying to push mingyu away from him, but to no avail, as the elder of the two is considerably stronger.
mingyu releases him, taking a step back to you again.
despite the slut-shaming, the boy is currently more upset with mingyu than with you. in his eyes, heās just some old perv taking advantage of you, even when you were in a relationship together. thatās unfair ā and it makes him angry.
the sudden heavy emotions paired with the amount of alcohol heās already got in his system makes a bad combination. being as impulsive as he is, heās already swung the sharp end of the piece of glass in hand at mingyu, but you saw he was trying to do something and instinctively stuck your arm out.
when mingyu turns around, he hears you hissing in pain, a nasty cut on your lower arm.
your ex drops the glass onto the gravel. āiāmāiām so sorry, i didnāt mean toāā he stutters, slightly sobering up, āare you okay? iām sorry.ā
jesus christ. mingyu suddenly feels a certain pang of guilt shooting through his chest. you got hurt in the process of protecting him. what kind of shitty soap opera has this ordeal turned into?
even if he believes your ex was trying to hurt him and not you, the fact that it happened is more than enough for him to lose his restraint. and heās about to punch the kid square in his jaw, until your hand pulling at his arm stops him.
āgyu, just... i just want him to leave.ā you tell him, hand not leaving his arm.
like it belongs there.
he nods at you, regaining his composure when he turns his face back to your severely drunk ex.
āyou better get the fuck out of here. and donāt even think about driving in this state. youāll get someone killed.ā mingyu hisses at him, waving him off like a child being dismissed. āyou can walk home. or maybe i should give your father a callāā
āno, iāllāiāll leave.ā he says, muttering a last apology before he stumbles away, almost tripping in the process.
now that the boy is finally walking off, mingyu raises your arm to inspect the wound. āi donāt think itās gonna need stitching, but we gotta treat it, make sure we put something on it to stop the bleeding. letās get you patched up.ā
wordlessly, you follow him inside. you enter the house through one of the backdoors, which leads you to the quiet kitchen. the muffled noise of people talking and music still rings through your ears.
he urges you to sit on the edge of the table whilst heās getting the first aid kit from one of the cabinets attached to the wall. after putting the kit down on the surface beside you, he uses a clean cloth to put pressure on the wound.
you could do it yourself ā but you enjoy having him take care of you.
āhas he been bothering you? since the breakup?ā
ānot really? i heard from my mom that he came by the house to talk to me the morning i was still at your place, and once youād taken me home, he called, but that was pretty much it. until now.ā
mingyu sighs as heās still holding the cloth against your skin. āwhat does he even want from you?ā
āto get back together.ā
āseriously?ā
āyeah. not that he had a chance with me before or anything, but he sure as hell blew it tonight.ā
to check if the bleeding has stopped, he slightly lifts the cloth, and itās looking much better already. with some sterile wipes from the first aid kit, he gently cleans the wound itself, followed by some antiseptic around it.
āi shouldāve given that kid a taste of his own damn medicine.ā he grumbles as he continues to treat your arm with steady hands.
āno. i donāt want you to be held accountable for anything.ā
āi have friends in high places. iām not worried.ā
āitās not worth it.ā
āafter what he called you? it is.ā
you raise a brow. how far would he go to protect you? āso, hypothetically, if i asked you to beat him to a pulpāā
it makes him chuckle. āiād be out the door already. cāmon, you know iād do that for you in a heartbeat.ā
āwasnāt sure if i was that special to you.ā
āif youāre not sure of that,ā he says, concentrated on putting the plaster onto the wound, āthen i think we might need to get your eyes checked.ā
with a roll of your eyes, you snort, and the pads of his fingertips sit on the skin of your arm much longer than necessary. heās patched you up like a true professional, meaning he no longer has a reason to touch you.
but it doesnāt stop him from gently holding your chin with his thumb and index finger, looking at you like his true feelings are about to spill from his lips.
you donāt back away from his touch. heās frozen in his spot.
not a single word is exchanged between you, but you both feel it. the rising tension, trembling hands, shaky breaths, testing the waters bit by bit.
āis it true? that you want me?ā you boldly refer to your ex-boyfriendās words, leaning into his hold.
being so close to you feels like torture and relief at the same time. itās everything heās been fantasizing about for the last months, but not something he should want. he shouldnāt want to have you.
āwhat i wantāā he inhales sharply, forcing the words out of his throat, ādoesnāt matter, sweetheart.ā
his fingers leave your chin, and he takes a step back.
frankly, heās not sure if he can breathe without you anymore ā but unless he gets away from you now, heās a goner.
āi, um... i need to put on a clean shirt.ā he gives as an excuse, pointing to the small stains of your blood on the fabric. āiām sorry.ā
with half-lidded eyes and uneven breaths, you watch him leave.
even when youāre apart, you can still feel eachother. sweat on your foreheads, racing hearts, thinking about what couldāve happened in that kitchen if you both gave in.
sooner or later, one of you will have to break.
since that moment, something has changed in your dynamic.
the tension between you is almost too palpable. you havenāt even talked about what happened that night, as you simply havenāt been alone in a room together since ā but you feel him, and he feels you. all the time.
his eyes are constantly glued to your figure. the gears in his head are constantly turning, because what the fuck is he supposed to say to you? he could never say he doesnāt want you, but he canāt admit that he does, either.
his heart sinks a little deeper into his chest whenever he sees you smile or hears you laugh.
and youāre just as much of a mess about the situation as he is. your eyes are drawn to him every time you hear his voice or catch him walking into the room ā even the steadily healing wound on your arm makes your thoughts wander back to him.
but youāll have to face eachother at some point.
that day comes when the townās biggest event of the year is set to take place, and your father is one of the volunteers. everyone in and around the neighborhood will be there.
mingyu, looking dashing in his suit, pulls up to your driveway. heās barely even parked his car before your parents are out the door, walking up to him.
āyou got my coat?ā
āyeah.ā mingyu hands it to him, surprised at your fatherās stern expression.
the man talks to your mother with obvious urgency. āis she still not ready?ā
āno, still searching.ā
mingyu frowns. āwhatās wrong?ā
your father throws out your name like itās a curse. āsheās being impossible. apparently, she only has one pair of shoes that doesnāt clash with the color of her outfit, and suddenly she canāt find it anywhere. weāre supposed to be at the venue in forty minutes, and the drive is over half an hour, and she knows i cannot be lateāā
mingyu has already offered the solution before he can think about it. āwhy donāt you two just go on ahead to the venue? iāll take her there.ā
āyeah, thatād be great. iāll see you there, alright?ā
with a curt nod, mingyu agrees, watching your parents get in their car and drive off.
āfuck.ā he mutters to himself, leaning against his car, his hands sitting in his pockets.
it takes approximately five minutes until you make it downstairs. surprise is painted across your face when you swing open the front door, finding mingyu standing there instead of your parents.
seeing him in that tailored suit steals your breath. he has to swallow at the sight of your short skirt and the necklace he gifted you sitting pretty on your neck, as always.
he hardly moves a muscle when you walk over to him, not bothering to take his hands out of his pockets. āi see youāve found your shoes.ā
āi did. whereās my dad?ā
āthey went over there already, so iāll be your driver for now.ā
like the gentleman he is, he opens the door for you, unable to miss the way the bottom of your skirt rides up just a little, and he spots the garters and stockings youāre apparently wearing underneath.
oh, jesus christ. he really needs to focus on something else.
pushing his tongue against his cheek, he shuts the door before walking around the car, getting into the driverās seat.
the first few minutes pass in silence. youāre looking out the window, he finds himself occasionally glancing at you.
the weather takes a bad turn. rain comes pouring down from the sky, traffic automatically gets more hectic. at a red light, mingyu quickly shrugs off his jacket, rolling up the sleeves of his dress shirt, exposing his forearms.
what he fails to notice is that youāre constantly staring at him from the corner of your eye. mingyu always looks good, but thereās something about an attractive man in formal wear that gets you going like nothing else.
you feel like some deranged person ā imagining the sensation of unzipping his pants and putting his cock in your mouth. it has you shuffling in your seat, rubbing your thighs together.
āsweetheart.ā he suddenly speaks up. āhas your ex bothered you since last time?ā
turning your head to him, you huff. āno. but iām assuming heās gonna be attending tonight.ā
āi figured. why donāt you stay a bit close to me tonight? that way, i can keep an eye on you.ā
āyeah, ācause thatās the way to go. confronting him with the same thing that made him angry in the first place.ā
āi doubt heāll try anything with me by your side."
a scoff escapes you. āif anything, heāll try something because youāre by my side. cāmon, gyu, you being by my side so much is what led to me breaking up with him.ā
with one hand still on the steering wheel, mingyu is confused. he remembers you telling him you and your ex had an argument about him being close with you, but he didnāt think he was the reason for your break-up.
but he doesnāt know what to say, so he just silently stares ahead. you inhale sharply; you need to do something about the growing, unbearable tension in the air between you.
āyou know, my ex told me he was sure you wanted something from me.ā you speak up, and he glances at you.
āwhat?ā
āyou know what.ā
he nods in understanding, but keeps quiet again, even though he knows the conversation was bound to happen at some point.
you continue. āthen he asked if i wanted the same from you.ā
his breath gets stuck in his throat as he starts speaking up to spare himself the rejection. ālook, sweetheart, iāā
āare those nicknames only reserved for me?ā you ask with a certain breathlessness to your tone.
and he answers just a little too fast. āyes.ā
āwhy didnāt you ever make a move on me? you knew me long before i even went on that date.ā
a scoff of disbelief escapes him. ābecause youāre my best friendās daughter ā hell, you couldāve been mine. youāre almost two decades younger than me.ā
āweāre both adults.ā
ādoesnāt change the fact that your dad would kill me if he found out.ā
āyet youāve still been handsy with me all this time. not to mention you had me staying over at your house that time when i was drunk, even though you couldāve walked me home. you were this close to kissing me after patching up my arm.ā
āwhat do you want me to say? do you think itās been easy to keep my distance from you?ā
āwell, youāre the one who keeps pushing me away.ā
heās baffled at the insinuation. āyou donāt think i wanted to kiss you in the kitchen after taking care of you? do you have any idea how many times iāve thought about it? but youāre my best friendās daughter, iāi just canāt. no matter how much i might want to.ā
unfortunately for him, you donāt agree.
heās so caught up in the worry of the truth coming to the surface that he doesnāt catch your hand reaching out to his thigh until itās already there.
locking eyes with you, you stare him right back in the eye as your fingers travel higher up his leg, hand steadily getting closer to his crotch.
jesus fucking christ ā is this actually happening right now?
judgement utterly blinded by desire, you tell him the complete truth. āwhen my ex asked me if i wanted to fuck you, i wanted to say yes. i only got together with him in the first place ācause i needed a distraction from you.ā
the air gets knocked out of his lungs with every word coming out of your mouth. are you trying to kill him? heās rock hard under your touch already. heās lucky the car is standing still at a red light.
āstop, sweetheart, pleaseāā
āyeah, i was hoping youād call me that.ā youāre almost moaning out, now daring to put your hand against his clothed dick, making him twitch in his pants. ādidnāt feel the same when he did.ā
possessiveness washes over him. youāre playing him like a fiddle, recognizing exactly what gets him going. āhe called you that?ā
you nod, āi hated it. but you ā every time you call me that, i go insane.ā
with your hand on his crotch, youāre leaning over to his side, lips almost touching his. ironically, heās the one who closes the gap between you.
your first kiss is as messy as it is intimate. he cups your jaw, sighing into it like heās been waiting for it for years on end. the worst thing of all might be that it feels so right.
the car behind you suddenly honks, and you realize the light has already turned green, but heās barely even paying attention to it.
ādoll, i just⦠fuck, if we do this once, we canāt go back. i wonāt be able to stay away from you.ā
a funny statement, considering he already canāt stay away from you now.
āthen donāt. i can keep a secret, so can you. you can take me whenever you want.ā
āyouād let meāreally?ā
āyeah.ā
and in that moment, when he tells himself he can keep it secret ā he knows itās over, and youāve won.
instead of going straight ahead, he takes the exit on the right, the car coming to a halt in an empty parking lot. as heavy rain continues to fall from the grey clouds, your hands are already back on him before heās gotten the chance to turn off the engine.
āplease, let me suck it. iāve wanted it for so long.ā you tell him while unbuttoning your shirt, discarding it, showing off the lacy bra youāve got on underneath.
good lord, youāre just so eager to suck him dry, a man almost twice your age ā he doesnāt deny you.
he breathlessly unzips his pants, allowing his cock to spring free from his boxers. heās ridiculously hard from your teasing, and when you take him into your mouth, heās convinced heās gone to heaven.
his hand finds the top of your head, while he forces himself not to push you down on him. āthatās it. just like that ā fuck.ā
with a guttural moan, he closes his eyes, tilting his head back while his tip kisses the back of your throat. you hum around him whenever he praises you, causing a filthy smirk to rise to his face.
just having that confirmation that you wanted him this entire time, just as much as he wanted you, and now being with you like this? the knowledge that you only got with that piece of shit from down the block because you had to distract yourself from him? yeah, it does stroke his ego.
his eyes roll back into his skull once you take him deeper into your throat. as good as you feel around him, he gently pulls you off him, wiping the spit from your lips.
youāre breathing heavily, and you both stare at eachother for a moment, until mingyuās gaze trails lower, to your chest ā to the lacy bra, and the necklace he gifted you.
with his index finger, he touches the gold material he regrets not engraving his initials into. āwhen you were with him⦠did you wear it?ā
āi havenāt taken it off since you put it on.ā you tell him, sliding your panties down your legs before getting into his lap, adjusting to the cramped space in the car. āmade me think of you while he was fucking me.ā
he hisses at the feeling of your wet pussy rubbing down against his cock. āyeah? been thinking about me a lot?ā
āall the time.ā
fucking hell. you drive him crazy.
āget in the backseat.ā he mutters, loud enough for you to hear. while you climb to the backseat through the space between the front seats, he pushes his dick back into his boxers just to look somewhat decent as he gets out the car and then proceeds to get in the back. much to his pleasure, the parking lot is still empty.
he hovers above you on the leather seats, your skirt flipped upwards to expose your pussy for him.
just as he wants to stretch you out with his fingers, you hold up a condom.
ādonāt you want me toāā
but you shake your head. ānot now. just want you.ā
well, he wonāt refuse your wishes, but fuck does he wish he could be tasting you right now.
ripping the package open with his teeth, he rolls the condom onto his cock, feeling the way you tense up when heās pushing the tip against your wetness.
āyou can take me, canāt you, angel?ā he murmurs, and you nod, slightly shifting your hips so youāre more comfortable.
of course you noticed how thick he was when having him in your mouth, but fuck, the stretch burns. he pushes himself in torturously slow, inch by inch, and you grip his broad shoulders.
but the sheer desperation for him to finally take you is so overwhelming that you nudge at his arm. āgyu, i can take it.ā
once he finally bottoms out, a groan falls from your lips. a grin tugs at his lips when seeing your face under him, his chest swelling with pride. āi knew you could, sweetheart.ā
the praise has you bucking up your hips to meet his, and as he slightly increases the pace of his thrusts, your nails canāt help but dig into the skin of his back.
oh, heās good. his hands are roaming your body, all over your skin, groping your breasts, thumb rubbing your clit ā heās ruthless, even when his words are sickeningly sweet, muttering praises into your ear.
āthat asshole been neglecting you, huh? i bet he couldnāt even make you cum, could he?ā
all you can do is breathlessly shake your head.
it breaks something in him. āmy poor girl. ām gonna take such good care of you.ā
you nod this time. over and over, your voice nothing more than a desperate plea. āplease, just give meāgive it to me.ā
the way you beg is what does it for him. with gritted teeth, he picks up the pace, the rhythm he sets enough to shake the car.
god, itās like heās splitting you apart. for a moment, you forget how cramped the car is, how much the leather is digging into your back ā all you feel is his sticky skin against yours, so you pull him down into a heated, open-mouthed kiss, his lips eventually lowering to your jaw.
his cock hits a spot inside you that nearly has you jolting in place. he feels you tightening around him, and heās eager to hit that spot over and over again.
āthatās it, baby, i got you,ā he urges while youāre slowly falling apart underneath him, his fingers rubbing over your clit again to stimulate you.
the orgasm hits you in waves, thighs trembling and chest heaving.
as youāre coming around him, his thrusts get sloppier, the rhythm of his hips unsteady.
mingyu curses loudly when the high heās been resisting finally washes over him. it has his hips stuttering against you, and you suck in a breath.
he puts a hand against the fogged-up window to keep himself from crushing you with his body weight, and he peers down at you with half-lidded eyes and blown out pupils.
āyou look pretty like this.ā he says impulsively, and you laugh breathlessly.
āyeah, you donāt look too bad yourself, old man.ā
it gets a chuckle out of him.
ācāmon.ā you tug at his arm, pulling him down to lay on the seat while you get to the side so you can get on top of him, face in the crook of his neck as you both allow yourselves a second to catch your breaths.
he sighs. āi donāt think weāre gonna make it to the party tonight.ā
with a smile, you press a kiss to his cheek. āgood. i was already hoping we wouldnāt.ā
while you and him remain in the backseat of his car, your parents are at the event, utterly oblivious ā and they eventually run into your ex.
theyāre still in the dark about what happened the past weeks, but your ex ā whoās still bitter about the way things ended between you ā lets something slip. something about you and your fatherās best friend liking eachother more than theyāre supposed to.
a statement which your father doesnāt believe in the slightest. the idea is laughable at best. something like that canāt have been going on under his nose all this time, surely.
but it lingers with him.
because you end up giving some bullshit excuse as to why you and mingyu didnāt end up getting to the event that night.
and your father quietly begins to notice things he never paid attention to before.
at lunch, mingyu knows exactly what to order for you when youāve gone to the ladiesā room. your perfume can be smelled on his clothes. when youāre not feeling well, heās always concerned for you. whenever you share something, mingyu knows about it already.
your father realizes that maybe, your ex was being truthful.
at first, he gets angry. how else could he feel, with his best friend getting together with his much younger daughter? in secret, no less.
he plans to confront both of you about it, together. but as he watches you converse from afar, he thinks heās never seen his best friend happier. his daughter wears a smile so big that it lights up the room.
so once youāre out of earshot, he walks up to mingyu.
āyou better be serious about her.ā
it takes him a second to realize your father has finally discovered the truth, and he nods, glad that he no longer has to hide how hard heās fallen for you. āi am.ā
the man sighs.
āalright. i need a drink.ā
thank u for reading, let me know if you enjoyed it <3
Ā® SANAKIRAS, all rights reserved ā do not repost, remake or copy my work in any way whatsoever. translations are not allowed.
ā wonwoo is sick of your childish crush on him. unforutunately his friends are assholes and forces him in a room alone with you.
Ėāā§āŗĖ smut tags & warnings: mean!wonwoo, obsessive!reader, asshole!wonwoo, corruption kink, DUBCON, creampie, fingering, spanking, multiple postions, innocence kink. seungcheol and mingyu are mentioned, wonwoo finds reader annoying, wonwoo is a huge asshole.
Ėāā§āŗĖ a/n: read my guidlines. don't like don't read. block me if this isn't your cup of tea. thank you @discoverhansol for beta reading ā”.
part two.
a sequence of familiar dings of wonwooās ringtone silences the middle of his conversation. seungcheol and mingyu send him a knowing look, their smiles cheeky as if they already know whoās blowing up his phone.Ā
[@/yourusername]Ā
hi wonu!! have a good day at school >.<Ā
lmk if u received the pastry and latte i got u heheĀ
i had to give it to gyu cuz i couldnāt find u :(((Ā
see u during econ :3 <3Ā
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wonwoo frowns at his phone; he doesnāt understand why you keep trying to get close to him or why you even like him, but itās starting to piss him off. the teasing from both seungcheol and mingyu doesnāt help either. wonwoo is on the brink of insanity and you wonāt let go of your stupid crush on him.Ā
sure, heās popular, heās hot, and girls are gonna like him. but for some reason you have a knack for getting under his skin. in his three years of university, no girl has ever been so diligent in pursuing him, not like you. just the ping he gets from his instagram dmās ticks him off, because no one else sends him more texts in a row, not like you. he hates how youāve gotten his friends to do your bidding, like the smirk on mingyuās face when he hands him your meaningless gifts.Ā
āanother text from your girlfriend?ā cheol snickers, leaning over the dining hall table to peek at wonwooās phone.Ā
blood rushes through wonwooās body with vigour. heās red with anger, not embarrassment. he hates when dumb and dumber refer to you as his girlfriend. god forbid.Ā
āfuck off. she wishes she was my girfriend,ā wonwoo yanks the phone to his chest, not wanting to have new material to tease him about.Ā
āwhatever you say man, sheās still hot,ā mingyu interjects, popping a fry into his mouth.Ā
āwho cares how hot she is, sheās fucking nuts,ā wonwoo scoffs, rolling his eyes at mingyu.Ā
āyouāre an idiot. if someone like her was obsessed with me iād at least hit it once,ā mingyu argues.Ā
wonwoo canāt even fathom the thought of fucking you. not when youāre constantly in his dmās trying to get his attention. the desperation you display practically reeks off his phone. it repels any thought of finding you attractive from his mind.Ā
āreally? you havenāt thought about once?ā cheol asks him, an expression of disbelief painted on his face.Ā
wonwoo tries to recall a time when he found you normal. at the beginning of the semester, there was a slight chance. slight chance, that he found you cute. but after the one project you two did together, his opinion on you changed drastically.Ā
you became irritating, texting him randomly throughout the day. he was polite at first, replying with curt responses. but then came the unsolicited gifts. first, it was coffee, his favourite. how you found out his usual, heās unsure. then came the matching items. overly cute couple's phone cases that went into the trash immediately. then it was the homemade baked goods and food. at first, he tried not to let it get to him, but it became too much. you were so obviously obsessed and no matter what he did, you would find a way to shower with him with unwanted attention.Ā
the thought of you under him makes him shiver. flushed cheeks, long lashes fluttering under the dim lights, the sounds of your moans. wonwoo takes a sip of his water. what the hell is your problem?Ā
āno. and iām not going to. ever.āĀ
ā Ėāā§ ąØą§ ā§āĖ ā āĖ
the moment wonwoo walked into seungcheolās house, his smile dropped. the moment he walked through the door, his eyes found you standing alone, sipping at your drink while the party patrons didnāt bother to even glance your way. of fucking course youāre here. he doesnāt know how you even found out about him attending, but he wasnāt about to let it ruin his night.Ā
āwonwoo!ā mingyu hollers from across the living room.Ā
the deafening bass of the speaker stabs at his eardrums, but that's not his highest concern at the moment. you are.Ā
he attempts to ignore how he can feel your eyes flit to him the moment you hear mingyu call his name. your stare is so intense that goosebumps begin to raise on his skin.Ā
ābro, what the fuck! now she knows iām here,ā wonwoo curses his idiot friend out.Ā
with his jaw clenched, he can still feel you watching him. it creeped him out, but there's nowhere to hide. stupid rich seungcheol and his stupid open lay out mansion.Ā
āso? who cares, itās not like sheās actually gonnaāā mingyus words are cut off the moment he looks over wonwooās shoulder.Ā
āhi wonwoo!ā your voice is too cheerful for his liking.Ā
there are so many things running through his mind. whether he should curse you out, completely ignore your existence, or if he should just go home. how is he supposed to enjoy the one weekend where he actually has free time if you keep bothering him?Ā
āoh, hey! we were just talking about how wonwoo wanted to talk to you. privately,ā mingyu brings wonwoo out of his train of thought.Ā
his eyes widen, a silent attestation to whatever mingyu was planning in that fucked up brain of his.Ā
āwait, really?āĀ
wonwoo still had his back turned towards you. from an outsiders point of view he can only presume that anyone could see how he was shaking with anger. what the fuck, kim mingyu?Ā
āyeah! anyways, you guys have fun. i gotta find cheol,ā mingyuās smile drips with fraudulence.Ā
if wonwoo was angry then, heās seething now. mouthing a āyouāre deadā to mingyu as he feels your fingers grip onto his bicep, waiting for him to whisk you away like some phony princess.Ā
before mingyu leaves him, he whispers one last remark, ājust fuck her, man. sheāll forget about you once she gets it out of her system.āĀ
his voice is low but just loud enough for wonwoo to hear. he almost punches mingyu right then and there, but for some reason, something in him decides to just go with the flow of the situation.Ā
at least heāll get something out of this, right?
ā Ėāā§ ąØą§ ā§āĖ ā āĖ
the door locks with an audible click. fuck it. if wonwoo was gonna do this, then he might as well make sure no one catches him.Ā
āwhat did you want to talk about?ā you break the silence, wonwoo almost jumps at the sound of your voice.Ā
āyou like me, right?ā wonwoo turns to face you.Ā
your eyes are doe-like, looking up at him like heās the answer to all your problems. pathetic.Ā
as he crosses his arms, he strides towards you until he can feel your breath brush against his chest. the look you give him almost has him wondering if this isnāt as a bad idea as he initially thought.Ā
āi-i mean yeah. i guess you could say that,ā you mutter, avoiding eye contact as wonwoo bores holes into your skin. he can feel the swirl of annoyance begin to manifest within his stomach.Ā
now you wanted to play coy? as if he canāt sniff the desperation that leaks through your pores. itās pitiful, if anything, how much of a slut you are for his attention. god, wonwoo canāt stand you sometimes, it makes him want to rip his hair out.Ā
he supposes that fucking his frustration out of his system may be the one thing that could relieve him of the stress you give him.Ā
āif you like me, youāll do anything right?ā wonwoo continues to tiptoe his way into getting you to at least suck him off.Ā
āanything. really, iāll even pay for our date!ā you gush, finally meeting his gaze.Ā
wonwoo guffaws at your answer. not only are you desperate, but youāre dumb too. it makes sense honestly, no one with an IQ over eighty-five would spend this much time trying to get their crush to like them back.Ā
āget on your knees then. show me how much you like me,ā he commands, and you freeze upon his words.Ā
a laugh threatens to escape his throat. wonwoo stands there half in disbelief and half in intrigue. he watches as you slowly descend to your knees, your eyes searching for his next command.Ā
actually, wonwoo could get used to this. you looked like a dog waiting for their owner to give them a reward.Ā
ālike this?ā you mumble, the blush on your cheeks apparent even with how dimly lit seungcheolās guest bedroom is.Ā
ājust like that.āĀ
youāre shaking like a leaf, and wonwoo is starting to believe that this is going to be a lot more entertaining than he initially thought. who knew you would be so obedient?
āyou ever sucked a cock before?ā wonwoo asks, not that he cares all that much about your sexual history.Ā
āmm. n-no,ā you whisper, your brows strews together with confusion.Ā
wonwoo is genuinely surprised. he wouldāve at least thought youāve gotten some sort of action. he can admit youāre attractive, but your delusional state just overshadows your natural beauty.Ā
āthen iāll be your first,ā wonwoo drawls, and he can see the way your eyes flash with panic.Ā
āw-wait, i thought you wanted to talk?ā you quickly get up from your knees, the tears threatening to spill from your eyes.Ā
āyou really think i took you into a room, just the two of us, to talk?ā wonwoo bellows out a laugh.Ā
he didnāt expect you to be so naive, but it only eggs him on further. a sweet little virgin, too innocent for her own good. now that, wonwoo canāt let go. he came into this with reluctance, but fucking virgin pussy is too enticing to pass up.Ā
āi thought you wanted to tell me you liked me back,ā you gulp.Ā
your footsteps backtrack until you hit a wall. wonwoo crowds you, like a lamb to a slaughter, you stand there with hope depleted from your once glimmering eyes. and wonwooās ready to go in for the kill.Ā
āshow me how bad you want me. maybe iāll change your mind,ā wonwoo propositions.Ā
grasping at your waist, he feels the heat of your exposed skin. your top is dishevelled from the sheer force of his grip. as if his words can compel you to do anything he asks, you smash your lips into him. the kiss is clumsy, and messy, he can only conclude youāve never done anything like this before.
pulling away, he catches his breath. he despises how strongly his dick twitches in his pants. as much as he doesnāt want to indulge in your fantasies, an opportunity such as this one doesnāt arise often.Ā
āyou poor little thing. you donāt even know how to kiss someone properly,ā he breathes out, grabbing your jaw hard enough that your cheeks squish upon his touch.Ā
āw-wonwoo, can we just talk? this seems wrong,ā you beg, but your pleas only arouse him further.Ā
āi thought you liked me?āĀ
āi do!ā you argue.Ā
āthen kiss me like you mean it.āĀ
you lean in again, eyebrows furrowed with determination. he can tell youāre actually trying now. to appease him, to give him what he wants, because why wouldnāt you? wonwoo is aware of how much you want him, he shouldāve realized sooner that he could use it to his advantage.Ā
the softness of your lips alongside the dedication behind your actions forces a groan to leave him. he grips your waist tighter, enough to leave bruises along your delicate skin. the whimper you let out has wonwoo straining against his pants.Ā
pulling you in closer, wonwoo rubs his clothed erection against your torso. the friction causes sparks to erupt under his fingertips. those same fingertips trail on your bare skin, slowly traversing their way up your stomach and under your shirt.Ā
wonwooās large palms cup at your breasts, enjoying the fact he can access your nipples without the barrier of a bra in his way. the moan you let is wonwooās worst nightmare. not because itās unpleasant, but because he hates that your sounds are getting him turned on despite his obvious disdain toward you.Ā
āwonwoo⦠i donāt think this is right,ā you whine, but your words fall on deaf ears as he keeps you anchored against the wall.Ā
you canāt escape him even if you tried.Ā
āif you donāt do what i ask of you, then you can leave,ā wonwoo becomes increasingly more irritated the more you protest his advances.Ā
you wanted this, so heās gonna give you it.Ā
ābut what about our date?ā you pout, lips swollen and bitten.Ā
thereās conflict behind your eyes, like you knew this wasnāt wanted but better than anything heās given you the moment you started liking him.Ā
wonwoo is quick to silence you. he doesnāt want to hear about whatever delusions youāve conjured up in your head. his dick is hard and he wants to cum.Ā
a gasp leaves your lips, he canāt have you running your mouth when his cock is starting to pulse so hard that itās becoming uncomfortable. his hands leave your pebbled nipples to grab onto your thighs. lifting you up, he throws you onto the mattress, and you yelp from surprise.Ā
ādonāt be stupid. all you wanted was for me to notice you. so just take what i give you,ā wonwoo grunts, prying your legs open.Ā
fuck, if youāre not gonna suck him off, then he needs to be inside you now or heāll cum in his pants.Ā
the patch of arousal on your panties doesnāt go unnoticed. of course, youāre secretly enjoying this. he shouldāve known you were secretly a whore for him. flipping your skirt up, he rips off your panties off in one go. he needs to be inside you in the next second or heās gonna bust a load in his pants.Ā
āw-wait, iām not ready,ā you complain again.Ā
wonwooās deciding whether or not to gag you, but for some reason your high pitched objection gets him rock hard. the thought of you begging him to stop gets the blood pumping straight to his shaft.Ā
your shirt is discarded not long after, and you lie there helpless, panting and clearly in need of attention to your poor untouched hole.Ā
āi-it hurts wonwoo, help me please,ā you whine, a tear slipping from the corner of your eyes.Ā
āwhere? show me where and i can give you what you want,ā wonwooās eyebrows raise with intrigue.Ā
your fingers move down slowly until they touch right where heās been fantasizing about the moment he got you to fess up about your innocence.Ā
ār-right here. please, i donāt know what to do. it just hurts,ā you hiccup, grabbing his hand and pushing it towards your dripping heat.Ā
he smirks at your desperate countenance, the part in your pink lips, wet with his saliva and swollen from the intensity of his kiss. wonwoo had to get his cock into you. now.Ā
āfuck, youāre dripping like crazy,ā wonwoo mutters.Ā
with your hand clasped in his, the size difference between the two of you is hard to ignore. your fingers are so tiny compared to his, he wonders if youāve even touched yourself. do your fingers even properly fill your tiny cunt? or do you have to shove a dildo inside yourself in order to feel any sort of satisfaction? wonwooās thoughts run as the tips of his fingers come in contact with your searing heat.Ā
the groan wonwoo lets out is strained. your breath hitches at his touch as he begins to rub your clit. the sounds that escape your lips hasĀ wonwoo panting along with you. while moving toward your neck, he leaves deep red bruises along your soft skin while he slips a finger past your folds.Ā
your pussy squeezes around his single digit with such force that it causes him to grunt. youāre so fucking tight.Ā
āholy fuck, youāre secretly a desperate little slut, arenāt you? donāt you feel this, baby? youāre gripping my finger like crazy,ā wonwoo mutters against your skin.Ā
āi-i canāt. wonwoo please it hurts,ā you squirm under him, but his free hand keeps you in place.Ā
his body hovering over yours, he watches as you come undone from a few strokes of his hand. the lips he had on your exposed shoulder return back to yours until your orgasm hits. your breathy gasps fill the room and you clench down, the flood of your arousal coating his hand.Ā
āgonna fuck this tight little cunt till youāre dripping in my cum,ā wonwoo mutters, standing up to rid himself of his clothing.Ā
the moment his pants hit the floor, his body is on yours. pushing your legs to your chest, he folds you in half. the tip of his cock leaking with precum from not receiving any attention the whole time heās been playing with you. wonwoo grips his length, rubbing himself against your soaking cunt, youāre so wet that he knows he can slip in without a problem.Ā
you stare down at his dick in sheer panic, āw-wait, itās too big.āĀ
wonwoo doesnāt care. he just needs to cum.Ā
āyou act like you donāt want this. but this pussy of yours is practically crying for my cock,ā wonwoo grunts before shoving his length inside you till he bottoms out.Ā
a half scream, half moan leaves your lips, your eyes rolling back as wonwoo thrusts into you. thereās a slight arch in your back as wonwoo pistons his hips. the heat of your pussy enveloping his length is addictive.Ā
wonwoo buries himself in your neck, his breath harsh against your skin. the only thing to be heard is the snap of his hips bullying into your hole.Ā
āit feels so good,ā you whimper as you lace your fingers through his hair.Ā
pulling at the strands, wonwoo indulges in the pain along with the pleasure of your walls massaging his pulsing member. he shouldāve thought of doing this a lot sooner.Ā
āmmphāw-wonoo, i canāt, i-it hurts again,ā you cry out, and wonwoo almost releases his load at the sound of your moans.Ā
but he canāt finish just yet.Ā
relinquishing you from his hold, he moves back to flip you over. forcing your ass into the air, he enters you once again. the position allowing him to fill your tiny hole to the brim. his balls slap against your clit, and your screams are muffled by the mattress heās forcing your face into.Ā
āshouldāve fucked you sooner, f-fuck. gonna make this tiny cunt of yours mine and mine only,ā wonwoo growls, and he can feel your pussy clench at his words.Ā
āyou like that donāt you? the thought of me fucking this pussy every night?ā he chuckles, spanking your ass.Ā
āi-i love it, please. it feels so good,ā your answer stifled by the sheets shoved into your face.Ā
the bed creaks along with his movements, and his cock is starting to twitch inside you. continuing to leave red hand marks on your skin, he allows himself to still in your cunt, his cum spurting into you and overflowing past your swollen pussy lips.Ā
pulling you by your hair, he leans forward to whisper in your ear.Ā
āweāre not done. youāre gonna let me fuck that mouth of yours too.āĀ
I See Red - Yandere!Vampire!Mafia!Seonghwa X Tall!Chubby!Reader
Yandere AU, Vampire AU, Mafia AU - Heavily inspired by Ateez's Last Supper performance
Genre: Mature, Smut, Fluff, Slight Angst
Pairing:Ā Seonghwa X Tall!Chubby!Reader
Rating: 18+ MDNI
Words: 12,044
Summary: When will people learn? You should never touch what's his.
General Warnings:Ā Violence and Murder, Blood (lots of it), Mentions of torture (brief), Fat shaming (not done by hwa), Derogatory comments towards the reader, Kidnapping, Guns, Possessiveness. Hwa calls someone a hag once. (not the reader). Seonghwa is very much the epitome of the simpy 'that's my wife' trope. Reader's just as crazy as him. This is a Yandere story, it will contain themes such as stalking, violence, obsession, possessive natures, and just general overall creepiness and swearing. You have been warned.
Smut Warnings: Pet names (King/Queen, My Love, My Star, Beloved, Darling, Pretty Girl), Shower sex, Wall sex, Strength kink (he's a vampire, don't @ me), Oral (fem. rec), Light fingering (fem. rec), Desperate and possessive sex, Consensual and mutual possession kink (don't take this lightly), Biting/Marking, Slight Breeding Kink (if you squint), Blood, Multiple Orgasms, Body Worship, Praise, Squirting, Overstimulation. I think that's everything!
A/n: I am so, so, so, so, so, happy with how this turned out! Hwa in the Last Supper performance has me in a chokehold and I'm okay with it. Big bad vampire mafia boss who only has a soft spot for you? Sign me tf up! Huge shout out to @pars-ley for the incredible gif that is accompanying this fic! Thank you so much again for the amazing banner! Also, shout out to @kwanisms for helping me decide on the title hehehe. Also, spot the Silent Hill reference š As always, feedback is greatly appreciated! I hope you enjoy!
Park Seonghwa.
A name hot on the lips of everyone in the underground. Notorious kingpin and ruthless negotiator of his own crime syndicate, Wonderland. His name holds more power, and elicits more reactions than a nuclear bomb. It is not a name you want to hear is chasing after you.
There is nothing he wouldnāt do to get what he wants. If anyone dares to stand in his way, their existence is wiped completely off of the map. Empires have risen and fallen in mere days thanks to his handy work, that staying on good terms with him often depends on his mood.
Cold. Emotionless. Calculating. Brutal in the most volatile of ways. Park Seonghwa is not a man to be reckoned with, nor is he to be taken lightly.
A man with many quirks, who has but one fatal flaw.
You.
Being the wife of such a notorious crime boss is not easy. The constant threat of being targeted by hunters, assassins, kidnappers, or even rival syndicates in attempts to gain an upper edge over your husband gets quite tiring. Not many have ever succeeded in hurting you, let alone killing you. No one ever will.
Not unless they wish to live another day.
Seonghwa has spared no expense in regards to your protection, selecting only the best of the best of his most trusted men to protect you. However, there is the issue in and of itself. Theyāre men. Humans. They can only offer you so much. He used to have an elite team of vampires guarding you, but they were bought over by a rival gang.
Shame. They were his second strongest team.
Humans, fickle as they are, can be compelled. Once a human is compelled, no other vampire can break that compulsion. Your guards are instructed to offer their lives before accepting a rival syndicatesā offer.Ā
Each man was hand picked by Seonghwa himself, training them with his own personal guard to defend against any other supernatural being that they might come into contact with. Guns are loaded with indestructible bullets, inscribed with his familyās signature crest. Bullets which can penetrate any raw material, and kill whatever creature they come into contact with.
Every now and then, Seonghwa will add one of his own personal guard to yours. A precaution to make sure the compelled men are doing their job, and that the compulsion hasnāt worn off. Those who cannot abide by the rules are dealt with. Should anyone so much as lay a finger on you, the kingpin himself has no issue chopping off each extremity one knuckle at a time.
Going after you is a foolās errand. Only the bravest - or rather, stupidest - have ever tried. If even so much as a whisper of an attempt on your life, or your relationship with him, reaches his ears, he is quick to stop it dead in its tracks. Literally.
No one comes in between the two of you. Absolutely no one.
You are the apple of his eye. The only one he can truly be vulnerable with, and let his guard down. There is nothing he wouldnāt do for you. Anything you could ever want or desire, he will provide, no questions asked. Seonghwa worships the very ground you walk on. He worships you.
You are his, and he is yours. Nothing will ever change that fact.
Over the course of many years, the two of you have had many ups and downs. Learning about his true nature had been a bit of a rough patch, especially once you discovered what he is. However, one thing that has always remained strong is your trust in one another. Seonghwa would never hurt you. He would rather carve out his own heart than do anything that would warrant you being afraid of him. A fact which you knew was unquestionably true, especially once you saw just how much of a monster he could be.
A monster whom you love with all your heart, and who has entrusted you with his own.
Perhaps thatās why his organization has lasted so long. Instead of excluding you from his affairs, he revels in the fact that you are always more than ready and willing to help. Your ideas have saved him and his men more times than anyone outside of the organization will ever know. Because of this, youāve butted heads with his inner circle more times than he can count, but itās always with good reason.
Nothing makes him prouder than watching you put someone in their place, even if heās one of those people sometimes.
Your importance spans far more than a simple marriage bond. Since you are one of the only known consistent women in his life, thatās all outsiders seem to focus on. Every nasty name, every type of derogatory comment, has been thrown your way by estranged men and women. Most attempt to push the two of you apart, hoping to drive a wedge between the two of you so they can topple his empire. They seem to mock you for being the āoutsiderā in the group, not fitting in to the typical āescortā ideal.
What they all seem to get wrong is that you are not a typical āescortā. Youāre no āmistressā, either.
Well⦠other than the times youāve brought Seonghwa to his knees, of course.
The other women youāve occasionally bonded with inside of his syndicate either work undercover to gather intel for his men, or are one of their respective significant others. None of them dare to cross you, all of them treating you with the highest of respect. They all know what would happen should one decide to step out of line. The last, and only women to try was a fine example.
Unlike most of the shallow men that appear in this line of work, Seonghwa is very fond of your curves, and your height. In his eyes, you are the most beautiful, precious, perfect being to have ever walked the earth. Always, he is more than happy to remind you of that fact.
Most of the time, Seonghwa can barely keep his hands to himself. Whenever youāre around, heās always got a hand placed so delicately against your lower back, or an arm around your waist or shoulders. If heās feeling particularly frisky, he may pull you into his lap while discussing business plans, or casually cup your ass by sliding his hand into the back pocket of your jeans. That, or heās making a point that youāre with him.
Seonghwa is a possessive man, and he wants the whole world to know that youāre his. Similarly, there is no being more prideful than him over the fact that he is yours. You belong to each other, and nothing will change that. Everyone should weep in envy at the fact that only he gets to touch you, and only you get to touch him.
The man canāt help it. Showing you off is one of his favourite pastimes. The whole world needs to know what they can never have. Itās become so prominent, youāve had to start imposing a rule during the extremely important meetings to keep the touching to a minimum.
Of course, he usually toes the line between accidental caresses and handsy, but itās not like you really mind. Despite his ruthless demeanour, Seonghwa would never truly force you into anything you didnāt want. Your comfort and safety is his top priority, and he would much rather you feel safe in his arms, than believe he could ever do anything to hurt you.
Everyone else, on the other handā¦
Park Seonghwa is a man of few faces, but only you get the honour of knowing what he looks like when heās in love.
āWhere is she?ā A sigh is breathed out through his nose as he sits at the grand dining table. You were supposed to join him fifteen minutes ago, but youāve yet to arrive home. āItās not like her to be late.ā
Seonghwa begins to tap the tips of his fingers against the top of the grand mahogany table. The food is going to get colder with every minute you delay your arrival, and he never wants to serve you mediocre food. Besides, heās supposed to be having a guest for dinner.
Dark eyes flit around the room, noting the silent guards stationed at the side of the room. Their faces are stoic, giving nothing away that would suggest theyāre keeping things from him.Ā
Not that they could hide anything, even if they tried.
Seonghwa would have gotten his own personal guards to attend this meal, but the guestās conditions upon meeting wouldnāt allow such a thing. Still, the man sitting behind the table is smart. Despite his reputation, many still underestimate how far he will go to maintain the upper hand. No one knows this house like him and his inner circle. Besides you, of course.
Stationed in strategic parts surrounding the dining room, his personal guards wait. Some are on patrol, but the ones that never miss are on immediate standby.
Letting out a sigh, Seonghwa thinks back on the last time he saw you. It had been this morning, he recalls, your conversation echoing through his head. The vampire had been admiring you openly from the comfort of your shared bed, nothing but silk sheets draped over his hips. His head rested against his open palm, elbow supporting himself as he fought off the desire pooling throughout his entire body.Ā
You were positively glowing beneath the light of the rising sun, his marks practically shining upon your skin. Even after an intense night of lovemaking, Seonghwa was still insatiable. How could he not be? You are everything heās ever wanted in life; one look and heās ready to fall apart. It didnāt help that the image of you from last night, fucked out and desperate, with tears of overstimulation in your eyes, kept flitting through his mind.
He nearly missed the fact that you told him all about your plans for today.Ā
You were going to visit a friend for lunch.
Itās been hours since then, and he hasnāt heard from you once.
āSir,ā A voice from off to his right draws his attention, and the subordinate recoils in fear at the sharp look sent his way. āThe guests have arrived.ā
Letting out an irritated sigh through his nose, Seonghwa leans back in his seat. A quick glance is spare to the empty high backed chair beside him which matches his own in every way. Two thrones. One for the King, and one for his Queen. Neither are supposed to be empty while the other sits in theirs.
Heās not used to this. Heās not used to not having you beside him.
Seonghwa purses his lips, giving the servant a curt nod in response. Looks like heāll have to start without you.
The large double doors to the dining room are pushed open, a lone figure walking inside. Short, dark blond hair is slicked back, grease practically dripping off of the strands. An air of arrogance surrounds the tall man, every step echoing off of the marble walls. His head is held high, an expression of the utmost confidence painted across his features as his green eyes dance in amusement.
āSeonghwa! My man!ā Arms are spread wide in greeting as the man comes to stand directly before the large dining table. His eyes scan the empty seat beside the kingpin, the corner of his lips twitching upwards. āI didnāt think you were one to dine alone.ā
The doors fall shut with a definitive slam, the room suddenly appearing much darker beneath the dim lights.
āJames.ā Seonghwa blinks, a look of disinterest on his features. Reaching out, he takes his wine glass into his hand, swirling the contents lightly. āTo what do I owe the pleasure?ā
āDid you forget about out meeting?ā The man quirks a brow. āIt seems your wife has.ā
The wine glass stills in Seonghwaās hand. The sharpest of glares that would make anyone crumble beneath its gaze is sent Jamesā way, a few of the guards stationed at the sides of the room straightening from the intensity.
āWatch your mouth.ā A warning that is not to be taken lightly. āUnlike you, I donāt need to control every aspect of a womanās life.ā
Seonghwa schools his features back into a look of disinterest, sipping back the rest of his wine. He rests his now empty glass near the edge of the table, fingers delicately holding onto the stem. Two taps, and the server begins to move to refill his masterās glass.
āSuch brave words coming from a man who should really be keeping tabs on that which he supposedly cares for most.ā
A scowl paints itself onto Seonghwaās features, grip tightening over his wine glass. The server sure seems to be taking his sweet ass time, and the man at the table is beginning to get impatient.
āTell me, Park,ā James hums, clasping his hands behind his back with an air of relaxed ease. āDo you know where your wife is tonight?ā
Seonghwaās lips purse into a thin line, a vein in his temple throbbing as he clenches his jaw.
āWherever my wife may or may not be is none of your concern, James.ā
The server finally steps up beside Seonghwa with a fresh bottle at the ready. Wordlessly, the kingpin raises his glass into the air, fingers delicately holding onto the base of the bowl. Wine immediately begins filling the crystal, turning what once was pure into a dark red.
āNo, perhaps itās not.ā James simpers. The man begins to pace lightly in front of the notorious mobster, his nose lifted pointedly in the air. āBut perhaps, it should be yours.ā
The doors to the dining room begin to open, a scuffle apparent in the hallway beyond. A few shouts can be heard, loud curses followed by the prominent clicking of heels.
Unrivalled fury paints itself across Seonghwaās features as he watches your figure, beaten and bloody, being shoved into the room at gunpoint. Your clothes are torn and dirty, clear lines cutting through the smeared blood on your face to make way for your tears.
The glass in his hand shatters into pieces.
Rivulets of red trickle down his skin, his chest rising and falling dramatically. Thereās a sudden chill that fills the room, and Jamesā own wife who is pointing the gun at your head visibly shivers.
Maria may be a powerful witch, but even she knows not to provoke monsters.
āSome security detail you had.ā James guffaws, shoulders shaking in laughter. āMilitary men? Humans at that? You were practically begging for someone to take out the trash.ā
Slowly, James begins stalking towards you.
Maria takes a cautious step back as he approaches, uncertainty in her eyes. The gun in her hand feels heavy, and she has to bring the other up to help support it in order to stop herself from shaking.
āYou know⦠I never understood what you saw in her.ā He continues, tracing his hand over your shoulders as he circles around your back. āWeak. Pathetic. Ugly.ā
James pauses right beside you, grabbing you harshly by the back of the neck. The way his nails dig unforgivingly into you causes a fresh trail of blood to begin dripping down your skin.
Wood begins splintering beneath Seonghwaās grip as he digs his hands into the arms of his chair. Lips are curled over sharp fangs, but still, the kingpin does not move.
Not yet.
The timing isnāt quite right.
āYou and I both know āwifeā is just a codename for āliving blood bag.āā Stepping in behind you, James purposely rests his chin on your shoulder. He forces your head to the side as he inhales your neck, making you shudder in disgust. āI donāt blame you for harvesting one so plump. Fat makes for good insulation. They donāt break as easily, and their blood is still pretty decent if you leave them to marinate for a few days. Besides, a couple days without food could do this one some good.ā
The way such a vile creature has the audacity to reach up at pat your plush cheek makes Seonghwa snap. Though, at this point, he is passed the point of dramatic, extreme violence. Right now, he is so furious, a searing sense of calm begins flooding his entire body.
A list is already being compiled within his mind of all the ways Seonghwa is going to torture this vampire for even daring to look at you. Items, even more deadly than the last, are added with each offence such filth bestows upon you. Right now, that list is up to twenty-four. And counting.
āAbout that territory I wanted⦠I figured we could celebrate a done deal by draining the fat bitch dry.ā James drags a single finger along a fresh trail of blood that drips over your skin.
Your eyes squeeze shut, body trembling in disgust. The feeling of this wretched manās hands on you makes your skin crawl. All you want is to rip his dick off and shove it so far up his ass his witch of a wife can taste it when she kisses him. Only, the gun pointed firmly at your head by said woman, along with the dangerous vampire quite literally at your throat prevents you from doing just that.
Jamesā each movement is slow. Precise. He makes sure to drag out this moment, bringing his finger up to his mouth to suck your blood from his skin. His eyes flash with glee as he meets the furious gaze of the kingpin before him, the corner of his lips quirking upwards.
āMmmh⦠Not badā¦ā A smug expression rests over Jamesā face, seemingly humming to himself. Focussing on the male before him once more, he smirks. āSo, what do you say, Park? Do we have a deal?ā
Seonghwa takes a deep breath in through his nose, the sharp exhale being heard all the way across the room. A sound which causes each and every one of his subordinates to freeze. A white cloth quickly gets handed to him by the server, the younger man trembling in fear. No one wants to become unfortunate collateral simply by being present during one of the Kingās fits of unbridled rage.
In one fluid movement, Seonghwa shakes out the cloth, beginning to dab at the dark red staining his white sleeve. Though heās managed to control his expression, a hard look settles onto his features. There is no denying the pure, white hot fury blazing within his dark eyes.
āYou come into our home,ā Seonghwaās voice is low, dangerous and steady. Slowly, he wipes off the splatter of red that covers the shoulder of his black waist coat. āDisrespect me. Disrespect, insult, and brutalize my wife. Repeatedly mock the way we conduct proper business, and then have the audacity to insist on using underhand methods to get what you want? From me? Me?ā
Seonghwa clicks his tongue, halting all movement of his hand. Fingers dig unforgivingly into the cloth as he slowly begins shaking in rage, throwing the now stained fabric harshly on top of the table. The high backed chair he had been sitting in scrapes loudly against the marble as he suddenly stands to his feet.
For the first time in his life, Seonghwa allows his throne to fall to the floor.
āIt doesnāt work like that, James.ā Seonghwa sneers, his eyes flashings violently as black veins begin to trickle out over the skin of his cheeks. Cracks appear throughout the wood as he leans forward to slam his hands on the top of the table, every soul present jumping at the loud bangthat echoes throughout the room. āYou have three seconds to rectify this misdeed before I make minced meat out of both you and that hag who has the unfortunate displeasure of calling you her mate.ā
Jamesā wife glances at him out of the corner of her eyes. Fear is clear on her features, her hand holding the gun to your head faltering as she begins to shake.
Not even Mariaās magic can help them now.
āOne.ā
āJamesā¦ā Uncertainty lingers in her tone, eyes darting between the two vampires in the room.
āDonāt listen to him, Doll,ā James throws her a brief look before turning to sneer at the man bracing himself against the top of the table. āHeās bluffing.ā
āI can assure you that those who thought the very same are more than six feet under by now.ā Seonghwa rebuttals. āTwo.ā
āMaybe we should rethink-ā
āToo late.ā A malicious grin pulls at Seonghwaās lips, his eyes crazed. āThree.ā
A bullet whizzes through the room, striking Jamesā wife right between the eyes.
āMaria!ā James can only watch in despair as her lifeless body falls to the floor with a loud thud. He rounds on the kingpin whom looks exceptionally pleased with himself, a large smile full of nothing but pure insanity stretched across his cursed lips. āYou bastard! Youāll pay for this!ā
James manages to pull out his own gun. The barrel barely touches your head before itās shot right out of his hand. You manage to jump away, another bullet sinking into the manās upper thigh and pushing him further from your form. The man immediately recoils in pain, grabbing his bleeding hand as his legs shake, barely able to support himself on his own two feet for much longer.
Slowly, Seonghwa walks out from behind the table. Each step is meticulous, echoing off of the cold marble as another bullet sinks into Jamesā left knee. The pathetic excuse of a vampire immediately goes tumbling to the ground, crying out in agony as his body contorts in response to his new wounds.
Blood spills over the once clean floor as James looks up at the man he attempted to blackmail.
āOh, James⦠James, James, James.ā Seonghwa tuts, shaking his head in disappointment as he crouches beside the male withering in agony. A harsh grip in his hair forces James to meet the mobsters unforgiving glare. āYou should have known better than to try and pull something on me.ā
Seonghwa throws James unceremoniously onto the floor before standing back to his full height. Nothing but the utmost disgust rests on his features, glaring down at the trembling vampire in pure malice. Fangs are bared in a silent, mocking snarling, Seonghwa using the tip of his loafer against Jamesā forehead to harshly push him backwards.
Wiping his hands on his front, the Wonderland leader is quick to straighten out his waistcoat.
āIām going to enjoy destroying you.ā Seonghwaās voice is nothing but a calm timbre as he looks down upon his prey. That familiar malicious grin tugs at Seonghwaās features, and James finally understands what it means to make a deal with the devil. āCount yourself lucky that I have much more important matters to attend to right now.ā
Without sparing another glance at the vampire slowly bleeding out in his dining room, Seonghwa turns his back towards the dying man. The click of his shoes echo throughout the dining room, each step seeming to mock his enemy.Ā
Both Yunho and Jongho have appeared by now, each male standing on either side of you. Their eyes are hard, glaring at the man on the floor for even daring to touch Seonghwaās Queen.
James can only watch on as Seonghwa wraps his arm securely around your waist, leading you through a separate set of doors. Yunho and Jongho, the most notorious for their brutal interrogation and torture tactics, begin stalking towards their newest prey.
The last thing you see of the vampire that kidnapped you is a look of terrified realization painting his features as the two others close in on him.
Once the door to the hallway you now find yourself in is shut, you let out a small breath of relief. Seonghwaās touch is nothing short of comforting as he keeps his hand placed on the small of your back, guiding you gently towards your private quarters. You can feel the way his fingers tremble against your skin; the only indication of his true emotions throughout this entire situation.
āA bath has already been drawn. Towels, as well as the proper medical supplies have been laid out for you both.ā One of the head servants quickly falls into step just behind the two of you. āMingi and Yeosang have been stationed at the first check point. Wooyoung and Hongjoong have taken the liberty to stand post outside your bed chambers. One in the hall, the other on the balcony. San will remain on watch with both Chris and Minho on the roof.ā
A gruff nod is all Seonghwa gives in response, not allowing for even a hint of emotion except for displeased anger to appear on his features.
āI want to know who let that bastard so much as even look at my wife. Get the names of everyone who allowed this to happen immediately. Gouge their eyes out. Cut off their tongues. Then, feed them their severed fingers one by one.ā There is no room for argument in Seonghwaās tone, his gaze fixated on the hallway in front of you. āDo not stop until they are found, and properly disposed of. You all know the consequences. Itās time to deliver them.ā
āYes, sir.ā The servant nods once firmly in understanding, swiftly turning on their heel to relay the message to the Hounds.
āOh, and one more thing,ā Seonghwa pauses just before the door to your shared quarters, turning to glance back at the servant from over his shoulder. āTell San: ānice shots.āā
Another verbal confirmation is given before the servant is running off, leaving the two of you alone for the time being. Not even a moment later, Seonghwa is quick to shove through the door of your bedroom. He guides you gently inside before making extra sure all of the locks are all sliding into place. All of the curtains are drawn, the soft glow of the lamps soon flickering to life.
A breath of relief escapes you as you walk a bit further into your private quarters. Finally, you allow yourself to relax, knowing youāre now completely safe. One hand comes up to rub your shoulder, rolling it lightly beneath your touch as a dull ache begins to throb just beneath your skin.
āWell, today has been a day,ā You huff, exhaling a low sigh through your nose. āI-ā
Turning back to face Seonghwa, the rest of your words catch in your throat.
Never before have you seen your husband like this. Never, in all of the years that youāve been together, have you seen him look this vulnerable. This scared.
Tears stream silently down his face, his lips parted slightly. He stands frozen to his spot like a statue, none of that familiar warmth he usually holds for you in his dark eyes. Instead, a complete look of devastation pulls at his every feature, his breathing shallow, and broken.
In a few steps, he closes the short distance between your two bodies. Trembling hands come up to cradle your face, fingers pressing lightly into the skin of your cheeks. His gaze flits everywhere over your beaten and bloody features, tracing over the largest cut he can see resting just above your eyebrow.
āI thought I was going to lose you.ā Another tear slides down his cheek, his throat working as a plethora of emotions flash across his features. āDarling, Iām so-ā
āDonāt do that to yourself, Hwa.ā Your hands come up to gently rest on top of his own. āI wasnāt worried. I knew My Star would save me.ā
Slowly, thanks to the comfort of your touch, his hands stop trembling.
āHow can you be so calm right now?ā His gaze searches your face, holding onto you a little tighter. āYou could have died! I could have-ā
His throat works, the mere idea too unbearable to even conceive.
He didnāt lose you. He can never lose you.
āBecause I trust you, My Love.ā You offer him a soft smile. āI have faith in my husband, even when he doesnāt have faith in himself. I know heāll always protect me. A few scrapes and bruises here and there are nothing compared to the scars that line his body just so that he can keep me safe.ā
āI will gladly bleed for you if it meant you never getting into harmās way. Ever.ā Tilting his head forward, he rests his forehead against your own.
āI know, Hwa,ā A loving smile tugs onto your features. āA mosquito canāt bite me without incurring your wrath.ā
āBecause nothing deserves to touch you except me.ā He lowers his voice, taking on a slight gravelly edge as he stares deeply into your eyes. One hand comes down to slip around your waist, pulling you closer as his touch settles against your lower back. After a moment, he adds a bit more lightheartedly, āAnd those you approve of. Clothes are walking a thin line, though.ā At your quirked brow, heās quick to remind you, āDonāt worry, My Love. I havenāt forgotten your lecture about respecting your mind and body, along with your autonomy. I will always respect you.ā
āThere he is.ā A giggle escapes you, your eyes crinkling in joy. āThereās the man I always fall deeper in love with. Every. Single. Day.ā
Seonghwa leans forward, nudging his nose so tenderly against your own. āI strive to always be the only love in your life, just as you are mine.ā
āYou are, My Love,ā A soft hum escapes you, tilting your head slightly to peck his lips. āYouāre my one and only.ā
You barely have time to blink before Seonghwa is pressing his lips against yours. Both of his hands slide around your back, digging his fingers into your skin and pulling you flush against himself. His tongue traces your bottom lip, begging for entrance. You eagerly grant it to him, hearing a content hum escape him as you tangle your fingers in his hair.
āMy Glorious Queen,ā He growls against your lips. āAlways, you will be mine.ā
āYours, My King,ā A pleased sigh is breathed against him.
āCome,ā Seonghwa pulls away from you, guiding you towards the ensuite with an arm wrapped securely around your waist. āLet me wash that vile creature from your skin.ā
āPlease.ā
Eagerly, you both enter the bathroom to see the large tub steaming with fresh water. Bubbles lightly float against the opaque surface, a pink hue to the contents as the scent of cherry blossoms float through the air. Perched on a small podium resides a med-kit. Two large, fluffy towels rest off to the side. One with his personal crest embroidered into the fabric, the other with yours.
Grabbing a small hand towel from the vanity, Seonghwa is quick to wet the material. Turning back to face you, he begins gently washing the dried blood and dirt from your face. It only takes him a few minutes to do so, discarding of the towel and turning you both towards the tub.
A large sigh is breathed through your nose, shoulders drooping ever so slightly.
āIs something wrong, My Love?āĀ Seonghwa steps in behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist. Soft kisses are placed along the skin of your neck, nuzzling his face into you gently.
āNo.ā Lightly, you shake your head. āIād just prefer to shower than to sit in the tub, is all. I feel bad for letting such a luxury go to waste.ā
āNothing is too much for you, Darling,ā A tender kiss is placed above your pulse before the sound of the water draining from the tub greets your ears.
You barely even felt him move.
āYou spoil me.ā An affectionate gleam shines within your eyes, the corners of your lips quirking upwards slightly.
āAs I should.ā Another gentle nuzzle is given into the side of your neck, Seonghwa gently turning you both to face the mirror. āYou deserve nothing but the best. If I canāt spoil you, then what kind of husband am I?ā
āMine.ā Your hand comes up to settle gently against his arms still wrapped around your waist.
A pleasant hum sounds from behind you.
āI can accept that.ā Seonghwa tightens his grip around you. āWhat I canāt accept is you smelling like another man, especially while hurt. Here I am, promising to always take care of you, and I havenāt even healed any of your injuries yet.ā
āTheyāre not that bad-ā
āBullshit.ā The way his lips curl over his fangs can be seen in the reflection of the mirror before you. āAnything that dares to mar your beautiful skin, other than my own claims, will not live to survive another day.ā
His one arm holds you firmly in place as he brings his opposite wrist up to his mouth. With one sharp bite, blood begins to drip from his skin, bringing the fresh wound to your lips.
āDrink.ā
Immediately, you do as told.
The smooth liquid slides over your tongue and down your throat, a sweet taste flooding your mouth with every gulp. Youāve drank from him quite a few times before, but that still never prepares you for the sensation of his blood overtaking your every sense. Your vision sharpens, scents and sounds becoming that much clearer the more you drink. Itās addicting, and no one knows this fact more than him.
Seonghwaās eyes flutter shut. The feeling of you suckling at his wrist causes a thrill of pleasure to surge through his entire being. Every time he feels your lips on his skin, his soul comes alive. The intimacy alone of sharing such an important life source with each other has always meant more to him than he could ever describe. Though, he wishes the circumstances were a bit more pleasant.
Blood is addictive. He should know. Yours is the most fulfilling, deliciously divine taste heās ever had the pleasure to sample. Other than the nectar that flows from between your legs, of course.
Seonghwa can never get enough of you, not that heād ever want to. The only thing more satisfying to him than calling you his is the fact that only he gets to touch you. Only he gets to experience every glorious instance with you. Others may look, but they can never have you.
The mere image of that thing having touched you⦠having hurt you, makes his blood boil. The fact that someone actually got close enough to do so has him already formulating a new plan for your protection.
You are now hardly ever to leave his side, two or more of his own personal guard with you at all times. No exceptions. Seonghwa can never let something like this happen again.
Time for him to restate his claim.
Slowly, Seonghwa begins stripping you of your clothing. The more he removes, the more eager he becomes, nearly tearing the fabric at the seams to expose more of your naked body to him. The small cuts that litter your skin begin to close, and he watches in smug satisfaction as his blood heals you in real time. His fingers trace over every inch of your bare skin that he can reach, admiring how your scents begin to intermingle the more you drink.
As it should be. He should always be covered in you, and you should always be covered in him.
Finally, you part from him with a gasp, some of his blood clinging to the corners of your lips. Eagerly, your tongue darts out to catch those lingering drops, humming contently at the taste. The way he watches your eyes hood over in the mirror as you stand naked in front of him has another pleased rumble shaking his chest.
āAllow me to replace such abhorrent marks with beautiful ones of my own.ā
āI look forward to it, My King.ā You coo, tilting your head slightly to nuzzle against his own.
Another pleased hum fills the air, a playful nip being given over your jawline.
Slowly, reluctantly, Seonghwa lets you slip out of his arms. Dark eyes flash, a low growl echoing throughout the room as he watches your naked form slip into the shower. Most, if not all of your previous injuries have already healed, pride swirling within his chest at how well he can care for you.
The sound of running water soon fills his ears, steam beginning to fill the bathroom as he strips himself of his ruined clothes. Your eyes follow his every movement through the glass, drinking in the way his skin slowly reveals itself to you. He knows youāre watching him. You can tell from the way he faces towards you, each movement purposeful as he slides off his waistcoat, loosening his tie in the next second. Once heās slide the thin material from around his neck, he tosses it to the floor in one fluid movement.Ā
Slowly, Seonghwa begins unbuttoning his white shirt, red splatters staining the material.
Water flows over your skin, the heat helping to wash away the dried blood and dirt clinging to your body. It helps to relax your tight muscles, letting out a soft sigh in content. Your tongue comes out to wet your lips, watching as your husband pops the button of his slacks, kicking off his shoes and making short work of the rest of his clothing. He takes his time to run his fingers through his long, bleached hair, the strands having come loose from his sleek, slicked back appearance due to your previous ministrations.
A smug look pulls at his features, lips tugging upwards in the corner as he begins stalking towards you. Each movement is slow, stepping inside the large shower and closing the glass door behind him purposefully. Those dark eyes of his drink in every inch of your naked body, shamelessly trailing over every dip and curve that he can see.
The tattoo he can see resting proudly over the side of your ribcage has that familiar sense of pride swirling within his chest. A tattoo which matches his own.
Seonghwa licks his lips.
āAllow me to cleanse you, My Queen,ā Lowly, his voice rumbles out, closing the distance between the both of you in a few steps.
Your hands settle onto his shoulders as he slips his one arm around your waist. A soft inhale escapes you as he pulls you flush against his chest, never once breaking eye contact. Gently, he brings the fingers of his free hand up to cradle your chin, leaning in to press his lips against your own.
The kiss is nothing more than a brief, loving display of affection, Seonghwa parting from you after a moment. Only, he doesnāt step away. Instead, he tilts his forehead to rest against your own, his touch disappearing from beneath your chin.Ā
Without so much as turning his gaze away, he reaches for the fresh washcloth that always hangs just off to the side.
The arm he has wrapped around your waist begins to slide downwards as he wets the cloth, a firm squeeze being given to your ass. The small peep of surprise you let out makes him smirk, beginning to massage your flesh so tenderly in his hand. A pleased growl escapes him as your body jerks forward, pressing yourself even firmer against his own.
Seonghwa is meticulous as he lathers the cloth with his own body wash, soon beginning to drag the material over your skin. Slowly.
Your eyes flutter as nothing but both his scent, and his touch, surrounds you. Youāve always loved his soap, the deep musk making your head spin.Ā
A fact of which he knows, for he only started wearing it for you.
Anything and everything to make you fall for him. To make you his. Once Park Seonghwa sets his sights on something, he will not stop until he gets exactly what he wants. Seonghwa wanted you, - he needed you - and you are exactly what he got.
Each touch is soft, starting at your shoulders and making his way down your body. Not once does he break eye contact with you, having spent countless of hours mapping out every beautiful dip and curve beneath his fingertips.Ā
Seonghwa knows your body like the back of his hand. He knows exactly where to touch to elicit certain reactions, and he takes full advantage of such knowledge now.
The cloth is dragged so lovingly over your back, his opposite hand giving your ass another appreciative squeeze before sliding up your spine.
The way you shiver beneath his touch makes him smirk.
Slowly, Seonghwa brings the cloth back upwards, teasing over your shoulders before lifting your one hand with his own. Wordlessly, he intertwines your fingers together, dragging the cloth over your arm. Switching hands, heās quick to repeat the same actions on the opposite side, letting you feel his love for you, his desire, in every touch.
Still, he does not dare to tear his gaze from yours.
Your breathing deepens, heart fluttering inside of your chest. From the way his eyes shine, you can tell that he can hear every reaction his ministrations cause your body to make. The way your nails dig slightly into the skin of his shoulders once you place your hands back onto him says it all.
Tracing the cloth back up your arm, Seonghwa swipes it gently over your upper chest. His own breathing deepens as he slides his touch down to cup your breast, his free hand coming up to cup the other. A firm, appreciative squeeze is given to both, a low moan falling from his parted lips.
For a brief moment, his gaze flicks downwards. Using his thumb and forefinger on his one hand, he gently tweaks at your nipple. The other brushes over your opposite breast, lathering the soap over your skin while his thumb teases over your opposite nipple through the cloth.
A soft, pleased hum escapes you, lashes fluttering as you revel in his touch. You cannot help but arch into him, his hands burning paths of pleasure across your skin.Ā
Water continues to softly cascade down your body, washing the soap away shortly after coming into contact with your flesh. No part of you goes untouched, Seonghwa making sure he cleanses your body thoroughly. He doesnāt want there to be any reminders left from what happened earlier in the day. Right now, all that should cover you is him.
Slowly, Seonghwa sinks to his knees.
A halo of kisses are placed over your stomach, soft moans breathed against your skin. Those dark eyes of his glance up at you periodically, lashes fluttering after each press of his lips against you.
Your husband can never get enough of you. Right now, he wants even more.
āI can never get over how euphoric touching you is, My Love,ā Another wet, open mouthed kiss is pressed against your stomach. āFuck- I love your body⦠So perfect⦠So softā¦ā A blissful sigh is breathed over your skin. āLove making you shake in ecstasy, claiming you for the whole world to seeā¦ā
Your breath hitches softly as both of his hands come around to cup your ass, squeezing your flesh so delicately.
A pleased hum rumbles from deep within his chest, devolving into a low chuckle.
āSee?ā Fangs nip lovingly at your skin, Seonghwa dragging the cloth over the curve your ass. Occasionally, heāll give you another appreciative squeeze, nuzzling almost possessively into your stomach. āHow could I ever want to stop touching you? Your body knows who it belongs to⦠Who you belong to⦠Isnāt that right, My Love?ā
Seonghwa peeks up at you from on his knees. His eyes are dark and dangerous, a predatory look swirling deep within his gaze. Thereās no room for argument in his tone, the cloth getting tossed to the side as his touch returns to your skin, gripping at your thighs tightly.
A thrill rushes through your body, clenching lightly around nothing as he stares up at you. You know that look all too well, your hands automatically reaching out to begin combing your fingers through his damp hair.
Only, it seems as if Seonghwa doesnāt appreciate your prolonged silence.
āI asked you a question, My Love,ā A low, warning growl builds in his throat.Ā
Suddenly, you find that heās turned you so that your back is pressed against the cool tiles of the shower wall. His fingers sink almost unforgivingly into your plush flush, dragging the nails of his one hand down your skin and hoisting your thigh over his shoulder.Ā
āTell me who you belong to.ā Lips curl over fangs, black veins crackling over the skin of his cheeks. āCome on, Pretty Girl. I need to hear you say it.ā
The sight alone causes your heart to flutter, breath hitching slightly as you stare down at him.
āIām yours, My Star,ā You coo, continuing to thread your fingers through his hair. āI belong to you. Everything I am, everything I was or am sure to be, is yours.ā
The feral snarl that reverberates against the tiles of the shower sends pleasure flooding through your veins. Dark, ravenous eyes stare up at you, irises bleeding red as white sclera shift into the deepest of voids. Seonghwaās lips curl upwards, pulling back to expose his fangs as he slides his hands over your sides.
āGood Girl.ā A sharp nip is given to your inner thigh, a small trail of blood beginning to drip down your skin. One which he is more than eager to trace with his tongue.
A thrill rushes through you, loving the deep growl that lines his voice. A tone you know all too well, affection lingering beneath every syllable.
Your fingers tighten in his hair, pausing all movements as you yank his head back so heās forced to look up at you. The same dark look that he wears is reflected on your own features, grinning as you hear a guttural groan part his plush lips.
āAnd who is it that worships the very ground I walk on? Who belongs to me? Who is it that will only ever belong to me?āĀ
The intensity in your eyes makes him shiver, his cock twitching against his thigh. Already, precome leaks from the tip, his heart beating alongside your own. He holds onto you tighter, digging his fingers into your soft thighs as a desperate moan escapes him.
āI will only ever belong to you, My Love.ā Seonghwa rasps, beginning to trail wet, open mouthed kisses up the skin of your inner thigh. āIām yours. I always have been, and I always will be.ā
āThatās right, My King,ā You hum, a sultry grin tugging at your lips. āYouāre mine.ā
āForevermore, My Queen,ā His eyes flash, nosing closer towards the apex of your thighs. āFuck- you smell incredible⦠Need to make sure you always smell like me, so everyone knows who you belong to. No one- No-fucking-one is ever going to take you away from me again.ā
With those words, Seonghwa slips his hands back around to your ass, burying his face into your cunt.Ā
A pleased growl escapes him as his nose slips between your folds, fingers sinking unforgivingly into the plump flesh of your ass. He pulls you even closer, nuzzling against you before teasingly swirling his tongue around your entrance. The tip of his nose bumps against your clit, his lips laving over your cunt before suckling harshly at your folds.
You toss your head back against the wall, fingers immediately tangling in his hair. The way you pull him in closer to you makes him moan against your core, his hot breath making your head spin as he traces his tongue over your slit. Soft pants fall from your lips as he places sloppy, wet kisses all over your cunt, making sure no part of you goes untouched.
Slowly, he dips his tongue between your folds, holding your gaze as he licks a firm strip up from your entrance to your clit. The tip of his tongue immediately begins flicking rapidly over that pert little bud before his lips are wrapping around it, suckling eagerly at that sensitive little bundle of nerves.
The way you keen against him makes him smirk, a pleased hum rumbling from within his chest.
Each movement is messy. For the moment, Seonghwa is more focussed on covering his face in the wetness that drips from your cunt. He wants to smell like you, to bathe himself in your scent as he covers you in his. He needs it. Especially after seeing such a vile creature dare to lay their filthy hands on you.
Another firm squeeze is given to your ass, Seonghwa pulling you even closer against his lips. Those dark, ravenous eyes of his drink in each and every expression you offer him, desperate for more. Eagerly, he traces his tongue over every inch of your pussy, beginning to thrust it as deep as he can within you.
Soft pants and stuttering moans escape your parted lips. Nothing but absolute pleasure floods your veins, skin tingling everywhere he touches. The fingers you have tangled in his hair pull him in even closer, beginning to grind lightly against his lips as he desperately thrusts his tongue into your weeping entrance.
āOh, fuck- just like that, Hwa- Oh!ā Your lashes flutter, beginning to feel that familiar pressure building within your lower abdomen. āDonāt fucking stop!ā
A snarl of agreement reverberates against your cunt, Seonghwa pressing himself even firmer into you. The tip of his nose bumps continuously over your clit, jolts of pleasure sending shockwaves throughout your entire body as your moans begin to rise in pitch.
āFuck- make me come, My Star,ā You pant out, staring down at him through hooded eyes. āMake me drip all over your pretty face.ā
āWith pleasureā¦āĀ
The words are growled against your core, Seonghwa immediately shaking his head back and forth. His fingers dig unforgivingly into the skin of your ass, swirling his tongue inside of you as his nose presses firmly against your clit. The tip of his tongue soon focusses on tracing along the top of your inner walls, thrusting desperately as he moans into you.
With one final nudge over your clit, your eyes are fluttering shut. Your orgasm washes over you like a wave upon the shore, body thrumming in ecstasy as you arch from the wall. Lightly, your thighs shake, Seonghwa not relenting for even one second as he prolongs your pleasure for as long as he possibly can.
Though, you know that this is far from over. After all, heās only just begun.
Just as with every other time when heās eaten you out, Seonghwa does not stop here. In fact, he only redoubles his efforts over you. Black veins pulse over his cheeks as he laves his tongue over the entirety of your cunt, making sure no drop goes to waste.Ā
He needs all of you. He craves it, like the very air you need to breathe.
Lips wrap around your sensitive clit, suckling eagerly at that pert bud as he balances you against the wall. One hand slides down from your ass, two fingers spreading you open to give him unrestricted access to your weeping cunt. Not even a moment later, he flattens his tongue, rubbing it in firm circles over your clit.
āOh- Fuck!ā Your eyes roll, heavy pants escaping you as youāve barely had time to recover from your previous orgasm. Pleasure pools in your core, clenching hard around nothing as Seonghwa focusses all of his attention on your clit. āHah- Hah- My Love- Oh!ā
āMore.ā The firm command is growled against your throbbing clit. āGive me more.ā
The lewd, wet sounds that fill the air make your head spin, Seonghwa shameless as he traces his tongue over every inch of your cunt. Pleased hum and deep moans escape him, bringing the tip back up to circle so tenderly over your clit before suckling that pert bud between his lips.
āSeonghwaā¦ā His name is but a pleasant sigh from your lips, eyes hooding over as you stare down at your husband feasting on your cunt so ravenously. āMy Loveā¦ā
āCome for me,ā Those sharp eyes of his glance up at you, sucking your clit firmly between his lips. āSoak my face, Beloved. Bathe me in your sweet nectar and claim what rightfully belongs to you.ā
His words have your eyes rolling to the back of your head, body shaking as with one final flick over your clit, your orgasm crashes into you. Loud moans and high pitched whines escape you, head spinning as he supports you against the wall. Nothing but pure euphoria floods your veins, chest rising and falling dramatically as heavy pants fall from your lips with every breath.
āMmmh, thatās it, My Queen,ā Seonghwa hums, chuckling lowly. Tender kisses are placed over your swollen clit, smirking against your core with every twitch he feels against his lips. āSo fucking beautifulā¦ā
This time, he slows his pace.
Soft, wet kisses are trailed over the skin of your inner thigh, his fangs nibbling at your flesh. Occasionally, he grazes you enough to cause blood to swell on the surface, his tongue quick to lap up each drop. The fingers he had been using to keep you spread open trace over the edges of your cunt, dipping down to tease lightly at your entrance.
A soft moan tumbles from your lips as you feel him push the tips of his fingers inside of you, only to remove them in the next second.
āSeonghwa-ā
The desperate whine of his name gets caught in your throat, which is simply music to his ears.
āWhatās that?ā He hums, continuing to tease at your entrance by dipping his fingers into you gently. Only, he never pushes them more than a knuckle deep, pulling them out to trace the tips so lovingly over your folds. āDoes My Pretty Girl want to come again?ā
Lightly, you squirm in his hold, whimpering as you stare down at him.
āNeedy girl,ā Seonghwa chuckles, slowly kissing his way back up your thigh.
The one leg you still have supporting yourself on the ground begins to shake.Ā
āPlease-āĀ Your voice catches, hips jerking forwards in an attempt to push his fingers deeper inside of you.
āDoes My Love want me to devour her pretty pussy?ā A tender nuzzle is given against the skin of your inner thigh. āWill she not be satiated unless I make her squirt all over my face? Will she not be satisfied until I make her mine?ā
āFuck- Seonghwa-ā Your fingers tighten in his hair, forcing his gaze to yours as you tilt his head upwards. Something within your eyes flash, clenching hard enough around nothing to cause yourself to begin leaking prominently over your thighs. āMake me yours. Right. Fucking. Now. I need youā¦ā
In the blink of an eye, Seonghwa has stood back to his feet. Both of your legs are wrapped around his waist as he pins you against the wall, fingers digging harshly into the skin of your thighs. Not even a moment later, he slides his touch upwards, grabbing handfuls of your ass and squeezing at your flesh.
There is nowhere for you to go. Nowhere to run or hide, for you will forever be trapped in his embrace. Seonghwa has made damn sure of that.
Not that youād ever want to leave himā¦
The tip of his hard cock nudges at your dripping entrance, slipping between your folds as he pushes as close to you as possible. Each breath is but a low snarl upon his lips, black veins crackling over his cheeks. The look in his eyes is downright predatory, fangs on full display as he stares you down.
āYouāre mine.ā
With those words, Seonghwa buries himself deep inside of you. He doesnāt give you any time to adjust, creating a brutal pace as he snaps his hips against your own.
A choked moan parts your lips, eyes rolling slightly as you cling to him. Your nails scratch down his back, each growl he breathes out going straight to your core as you clench tightly around his cock. The familiar stretch of him sinking into your core makes your head spin, pulling him in even closer.
āFuckinā perfect, Darling,ā Seonghwa breathes, his forehead pressed against your own. Those dark eyes of his stare intensely into yours, fingers digging into your ass as he snaps his hips into you. āYour pretty pussy always sucks me in so well. My Pretty Girl is always ready to bounce on my cock, isnāt she? So wet⦠So tight.ā
āItās because I was made for you, My Star,ā You exhale shakily, lashes fluttering as your tongue darts out over your lips. āYou always fill me so well, My Love. Feels incredible having you buried inside of me. I canāt help but feel empty without you.ā
āItās because I was made for you, Darling,ā The words are a mere rasp on his lips, slowing his movements only briefly in order to circle his hips so lovingly against your own. The way you keen against him makes him smirk, a pleased rumble shaking his chest. āFeel that? Feel how perfectly your pussy moulds around my cock? I never wish to part from you, My Love. You own my heart, and I never want it back.ā
āSeonghwa-ā A soft whine escapes you as a sharp thrust is given into you. The wet squelch you can hear each time he buries himself deep inside of you makes you clench, pleasure thrumming throughout your veins.Ā
The tip of his cock presses so tenderly against that special spot inside of you, Seonghwa having mapped out every inch of your body multiple times. His only desire right now is to please you. As is his every desire. Your pleasure is his pleasure, and feeling you drip all over his cock while screaming his name is ecstasy of the highest order.
āYou can never escape me, Beloved,ā A sharp nip is given to your ear as he leans into you, his voice but a low rumble on his lips. āThe moment you let me slip that ring on your finger, you became mine. If you ever even attempt to leave me, if anyone so much as dares to take you away again, I will chase you to the very ends of the earth. Youāre mine.ā Another sharp thrust is given into you, emphasizing his every word. āYou belong to me, just as I belong to you. There is no one else. There will never be anyone else. Iām yours, and youāre mine. Until the very end.ā
āAll yours, Seonghwa,ā You sigh, purposely squeezing around his cock. The way he grinds himself so lovingly into you makes you hum. āAlways, I am yours, just as you will forever be mine.ā
āThatās right, Pretty Girl,ā A pleased chuckle rumbles from deep within his chest. āWe belong to each other. Forevermore.ā
Shifting your hand upwards, your fingers tangle in his hair. In one quick move, you guide his lips to yours, kissing him desperately as he begins rolling his hips so sensually into your own. Each thrust fills your cunt with every inch of his cock, his tongue eagerly exploring your mouth as you part for him.
The change in pace makes your head spin, pleasure pooling within your core as you drip all over his cock.
Soft whines and gentle moans are breathed into each otherās mouths, hands desperately gripping at each otherās bodies. You hook your ankles behind his back, thighs tensing as you pull him in closer.
The way your body presses flush against his own, every glorious curve of yours being felt against his skin, makes him moan. To him, thereās no other feeling quite like it. Your body sets his own on fire, soul coming alight with every touch.
āI fucking love you, My Queen,ā Seonghwa mumbles against your lips, nipping lightly at your skin.
A soft moan tumbles from you lips, clenching hard around him as he thrusts sharply into you.
āAs I love you, My One and Only King.ā
Pleased rumbles fill the air, a deep moan of your name being breathed out by the vampire before you. He holds onto you so tightly, as if you may disappear at any moment. Desperate, deprived, and possessive. Only you can make him this way.
Though his pace has slowed, each tender thrust into you is firm. Seonghwa makes sure to fill you with every inch of his cock, loving how your warmth flutters around him each time. The way you drip over his balls and onto his thighs makes his head spin, swallowing all of your melodic whimpers and whines as he kisses you deeply.
āSeonghwa-ā You gasp into his mouth at one particularly hard thrust. When he immediately grinds his hips into you, the tip of his cock pressing so delicately against that special spot, your eyes roll slightly. āRight fucking there, My King- Oh!ā
A pleased hum echoes around you, another sharp thrust given into you. His cock is angled perfectly to hit that spot, pride rumbling within his chest as he listens to the way your breath catches in your throat..
āOh-ā Your walls clench tightly around him, digging your nails harshly into the skin of his back. āClaim me, My Love. Fucking mark your territory so no one dares to take me away from you again.ā
The deepest of snarls youāve ever heard him emit fills your ears, echoing around the tiles of the bathroom.
In the blink of an eye, you find yourself pinned beneath him on your bed. Water drips from both of your bodies into the sheets, wet strands of his silver blond hair clinging to his skin. Each strand accents his features, serving as nothing more than a bright halo beautifully framing his face.
āWith the utmost of pleasure, My Queen.āĀ
The deep snarl that lines his every word is the most feral youāve ever heard him get. It goes straight to your core, clenching hard around him as he begins that brutal pace once more. Tingles erupt over your skin, surrendering yourself completely to the pleasure he provides.
āNot gonna fucking stop until youāve creamed all over this cock, Beloved. Gonna fill you so fuckinā full of my seed, Iām gonna be dripping out of your precious cunt for weeks.ā His hands grip your wrists tightly, pinning your arms above your head as he thrusts relentlessly into you. The way your body shakes, tits bouncing with every snap of his hips into your own makes nothing but love, lust, and pride swell within his chest. āGonna let the whole world know who you belong to, and who belongs to you. There wonāt be a living soul in this universe that will ever touch you again, besides me. They wonāt dare. Youāre mine. Do you hear me? Mine!ā
āYes, yes, yes!ā Tears of pleasure begin flooding your vision as that familiar pressure builds rapidly within you. You can barely keep your eyes open to stare into his captivating gaze, harsh pants and high pitched whines escaping your lips with every desperate thrust he gives into you. āIām yours, Seonghwa! All yours! Always and forever, My Star! Make me yours so I can make you mine!ā
Another feral snarl greets your ears, his lips immediately finding your own. His kiss is nothing but desperate, tongue slipping into your mouth as he moans into the kiss.
In one swift movement, Seonghwa shifts to hold both of your wrists above you with his one hand. The other drags lovingly over your body, tracing over every curve delicately. His fingertips tease at your skin, continuing to slide his touch everywhere over your body. A tender caress is given over your stomach, the soft touch contrasting the animalistic way he fucks into you.Ā
With one final squeeze to your stomach, he drags his hand further downwards, thumb finding your clit and beginning to rub in small circles.
āOh!ā Your back arches from the bed, eyes fluttering closed as your whole body begins to shake. Your thighs tremble around his waist, squeezing so tightly around his cock as that pressure within you gets close to snapping. You do your best to hold back your impending orgasm for as long as you can, needing to feel him filling you full of his come before you can even think of letting yourself go. āSeonghwa- My King! Please-ā
āCome for me, Darling.ā There is no room for argument, his words but a command on his lips. Wet, sloppy kisses are placed against the skin of your pulse as he buries his face into the side of your neck. āFucking flood my cock with your love. I want to hear you scream.ā
With one final flick over your clit, your body obeys his every command. What serves to make the feeling all the more intense is when you feel him bite into the side of your neck, his fangs sinking into your soft flesh and drinking his fill of your blood.
A scream of his name tears from your throat, eyes rolling into the back of your head as your squirt all over his cock. You keen from the bed, whole body trembling violently as you feel him pin your hips to the mattress with his own. Spurt after spurt of come escapes him as he fills you to the brim, your walls fluttering around his cock as your combined releases begin to leak out of your core.
Heavy pants escape you, nothing but whines falling from your lips. The intensity of your orgasm washes over you, suspended in a pool of bliss as you feel Seonghwa press himself completely against you. Not an inch of your body goes untouched by him, releasing his hold over your wrists in order to gently begin tracing his hands over your sides.
Soft kisses are trailed over your neck, his tongue coming out to lave over the fresh bite mark that rests proudly against your skin. The pleased hum that rumbles from deep within his chest makes you smile, staring up at him through hooded eyes as he pulls away to admire you beneath him.
Before he even gets a chance to say anything, you beat him to it.
āTurn me.ā
To say your words catch him off guard would be an understatement.
This time, itās Seonghwaās turn for his breath to hitch. The vampire lord stills above you, staring down at you with wide eyes as he sees the sincerity reflected on your features.
āMy Love?ā His words are but a breathless whisper as he brings a hand up to cradle the side of your face.
āI want you to turn me.ā Slowly, carefully, you bring your own hand up to cup his cheek. Your thumb traces over his skin, admiring the man above you. A soft, tender smile pulls at your lips, eyes flicking between his own. āI know weāve talked about it before, but it was simply never the right time. Iām ready now. I love you, Park Seonghwa. You are my forever. Iām ready to become yours.ā
Tears begin building within his eyes, blinking rapidly as the first drops begin to fall gently against your skin. His throat works, hands fumbling over your body as he presses impossibly closer to you. Tenderly, he cups your face, lips finding yours in a searing kiss. A kiss which he hopes will convey everything he wishes to say to you.
The moment you smile against his lips, he knows that it does.
āI love you.ā A choked confession parts his lips, placing intermittent kisses against your own before trailing even more along your cheek and over your pulse. Arms slide around you, hugging you close as he buries his face within the crook of your neck. A lingering kiss is pressed against the fresh bite mark adorning your skin. āI love you so fucking much.ā
Without hesitating, you wrap your own back around him, holding him close. The fingers of your one hand come back up to thread through his wet hair softly. You cradle him to your chest, refusing to let him go anytime soon as your heart beats steadily for the man held within your loving arms.
Kisses are soon trailed from your neck and down over your chest, Seonghwa nuzzling affectionately over your heart. He buries his face against you, soon turning to rest his ear directly above that muscle pumping rhythmically beneath your skin.
A tender glance upwards is sent your way.
āAre you sure?ā
You expression softens, lips tugging upwards lovingly as your whole body relaxes beneath his touch.
āMore than anything, My Love,ā The hand you have threading through his hair comes around to cradle the side of his face. āI never want another incident like today to occur. I despise seeing you cry, especially when Iām the cause of it.ā
Seonghwa looks about ready to protest, but your finger settling gently over his lips quiets him for the time being.
āYou are the love of my life, Seonghwa. I promised you forever, just as you did for me.ā Gently, you trace your touch over his cheek, caressing your fingertips along his skin. Openly, you admire the beautiful man before you. āIāve wanted this for a while now, and today only served to solidify my choice. I want to be able to claim you in the same ways that you claim me. I want to be yours. Now, and until forever.ā
Pushing himself upwards with his arms, Seonghwa hovers over you. Nothing but tender love and affection can be seen within his gaze, staring down at you so fondly as he admires every inch of your skin. He takes his time trailing his eyes over your body, finally pulling out of you and sliding his palms up your sides.
He licks his lips, some remnants of your blood still clinging to his skin.
āNothing would make me happier than spending eternity with you, My Queen.ā Dark eyes shine so lovingly down at you, pressing another tender kiss to your lips. The way you smile against his skin makes his heart flutter, warmth surging throughout his entire body.Ā
Long since has Seonghwa dreamt of this day. Countless hours have been spent fantasizing about this very moment, bonding you to him in such an intimate way. Sure, youāve shared each otherās blood enough times before, but this is different. Now, you will become like him.
After this, there is truly no turning back.
Soon, youāll be able to share in even more pleasures this world has to offer, and heāll be right by your side through it all. Heāll get to guide you through each new experience, showing you things heās only ever dreamed about. Youāll be able to share meals with him in more intimate and fulfilling ways, teaching you the ways of his kind and revelling in each and every new discovery you make. Together.
Youāve always been quite efficient at biting and feeding from him, that he cannot wait to watch you make your first kill.Ā
Excitement pours through him, indescribable unconditional love flooding his veins.
Seonghwa knows exactly who that first kill should be.
A loving smile stretches onto his features, staring down at you so fondly. He can smell the way his blood courses through your veins, mixing seamlessly with your own. Softly, his hands caress over the sides of your face, searching your eyes one final time for any uncertainty or hesitance.
He finds none.
Silently, your husband vows to be the last thing you ever see in this life, and the very first thing you see in your next.
With a subtle nod of your head, another soft kiss is being placed upon your lips.
āŗ SUMMARY: your stepdad shows you how blissful life would be if it was just you and him.
āŗ CW/TW: stepcest, infidelity, age gap, reader can be carried by cheol, mentions of drugging, daddy kink, spanking, cockwarming, fingering, oral sex (f), unprotected sex, mirror sex, having sex while someone else is in the same room, creampies, squirting
āŗ WC: 6.5k
NOTE: PLF MASTERLIST. donāt like, donāt read. thank you to my oomf @wonustars for beta reading <3
Seungcheol is conscious of the fact that heās been acting out of character ever since his wife returned from visiting her parents. Maybe heās being too obvious about no longer wanting to stay married, but he doesnāt care. Not when making you happy is the greatest joy in his life.
āCheolie,ā you say sweetly as you gently tug on his hand to get his attention. āLook at this one! Itāll look so good on you!ā
Youāre giddily pointing at one of the many necklaces on display. Itās exactly the type of jewelry he likes to wear, and his heart tightens with affection at the fact that you know that. Unlike his wife.
āSir, box this necklace up for me please,ā he says to the employee attending you two without looking away from your smiling face.
āThe priceāā
āItās fine,ā Seungcheol waves him off without any hesitation. āIāll pay whatever price.ā
Even the man blushes when Seungcheol brings your intertwined hands to his lips to place a sweet kiss on the back of your hand. His love for you is so clear, and he thinks itās extremely sweet that your boyfriend(?) bought every single piece of jewelry you said will look good on him without any hesitation.
āWhat about you, sweetheart?ā Seungcheol says as he tugs you closer. āDo you want anything else?ā
You tilt your head with a thoughtful hum. The cute bracelet and matching rings were enough for you, but there is something else you want. Something that only Seungcheol could get you and would mean more to you than the things you picked out.
āWill you choose something for me?ā
Seungcheolās heart stutters at the way you blink up at him, eyes shining with affection and anticipation. Thereās no way he could ever say no to you, and the more he thinks about it, the more he likes the idea of you going around wearing something he chose for you. So he pulls you to the opposite end of the counter where the more expensive items are at.
After youāre done, Seungcheol savors the walk to the car. Your hand in his feels so right. Itās almost like his hand was made to fit with yours. Even on the drive home, Seungcheol doesnāt let go of your hand. Heās not ready to yet. Knowing that heāll have to let you go and act like you didnāt spend the day together is getting harder for him. Having to hide everything he feels for you is bothering him more and more as the days go on.
āWeāre home!ā You call loudly as you walk into the large foyer.
āYouāre back!ā
Your mom rises from the couch when you step into the living room. Immediately, she goes to hug your stepdad. You stifle a laugh when Seungcheol obviously dodges her kiss and it lands on his cheek instead. Your mom frowns but doesnāt say anything. Instead she focuses on all the shopping bags in her husbandās hands.
āWhatās all this?ā She glances up at her husband before looking back at you. āDid you ask Seungcheol to take you shopping?ā
āHe offered,ā you say casually, trying not to sound smug. āSince weāre spending next week at the villa.ā
Your mom sighs and looks at her husband pointedly. āYou didnāt need to buy her so many things.ā
āItās okay. I donāt mind.ā Seungcheol says sincerely. āItās the first time weāre going away together as a family, so I wanted to spoil her a little.ā
Your mom frowns, but doesnāt argue. āFine, but Y/N, at least help your stepdad with the bags!ā
Seungcheol waves his wife off, assuring her once again that itās no problem. You shrug insouciantly when your move gives you an irritated look. Itās not your fault her husbandās love language is acts of service (not that she would know). Instead of lingering downstairs so she can nag you, you follow your stepdad upstairs.
A warm feeling tugs on your chest when you see him set down all the bags beside your bed. You wonder what it would would be like to live every day like thisāa life where itās just you and him. The fleeting thought pushes you to go and hug him from behind.
Seungcheol smiles when you lean your head against him and tighten your arms around his waist.
āThank you for my gifts, Cheolie.ā
The words are spoken sincerely and with no trace of lust. Only with pure, unadulterated affection. It makes him smile wider. āYouāre welcome, baby.ā
You two stay like that for a while until your momās voice calls for her husband. A petulant frown takes over your face as you reluctantly step away from Seungcheol. Itās times like these where you wonder how much longer you can keep doing this. Sharing him wasnāt (that much of) an issue for you before, but things shifted drastically after the weekend you two spent alone. Now, Seungcheol feels more like yours than he ever has.
What you donāt realize is that your stepdad feels the same way, only his feelings are ten times more intense than your own.
That night, Seungcheol lays in bed and goes over his plan to make sure his wife doesnāt get in the way next week. He plans to have fun with you and only you. Itās the perfect opportunity to show you what a life with him will be like. By the end of the week, he knows youāll want nothing more than to start a life where itās just the two of you.
āMom, itās not a real vacation if you work the entire time,ā you say with a sigh.
As usual your mom waves you off with a disinterested hum. She types away on her computer, only pausing to take a sip of her coffee. āI just need to answer a few emails.ā
āYou said that an hour ago.ā
Even though itās such a nice day out, your mom refuses to go anywhere. The most sheās willing to do is sit out on the terrace and work. It makes you wonder why she suggested this vacation in the first place.
āWhy donāt you go keep Seungcheol company?ā Your mom suggests without looking up. āHeās inside watching a movie.ā
You sigh again and head to the living room where your stepdad is. Licking your lips, you go over and join him on the couch. Seungcheol smiles warmly when you sit down next to him. He wraps a strong arm around your waist to pull you closer. His hand slowly trails up until his fingers are teasing your nipple. The thin sundress youāre wearing makes it easy for him to get it to pebble.
āYou look so cute, princess,ā Seungcheol says as he roughly squeezes your tit. āDid you wear my favorite dress on purpose?ā
The devious smirk you give him makes him groan quietly. He yanks up the hem of your dress, exposing your plush thighs and bare pussy to the cool air. Seungcheol licks his lips. āFuck. You just wanted me to see your cute little cunt, didnāt you, brat?ā
āYes,ā you say as your body burns with need.
You spread your thighs, bearing your dampening cunt completely for your stepdad. Seungcheol goes to cup your pussy, thumb slowly rubbing dizzying circles on your clit.
āYouāre already so wet,ā he groans in delight. āWhat a little slut.ā
You mewl as he slowly sinks two fingers into your clenching hole. A loud whine gets stuck in your throat as Seungcheolās fingers venture deeper into your needy cunt, eagerly seeking out the spongy spot that always reduces you to a moaning mess. You rock your hips slightly as you turn your head to bury it in his broad shoulder.
āDaddy,ā you whimper as his fingers flex deeper into your soaked pussy. āMake me cum.ā
āNasty girl,ā Seungcheolās smirk is wolfish as he sinks a third finger into you. āYou that desperate for me?ā
Your cunt throbs and releases more juices as his long fingers scissor you open. Arousal pools in the pit of your stomach as your tight walls flutter around his fingers. They slowly pick up the pace, reaching the spot that has your eyes rolling to the back of your head.
āYesāfuck. It feels so good, daddy,ā you whine brokenly as your tight walls suck on his fingers.
āYouāre going to get us caught if you keep being loud, baby,ā Seungcheol groans as his thick cock strains against his sweatpants.
You moan softly when his fingers slide deeper inside you to press against the sensitive spot that always makes your brain shut down. He laughs in his throat when your eyes shut and your mouth drops open in a silent moan. The sound of your arousal gets louder with every passing moment. Seungcheolās eyes are dark as he grabs your leg to hook it over his own to spread your pussy wider for him.
āGod, just look at how wet you are,ā Seungcheol uses his free hand to grab the back of your head and force you to watch as he plays with your squelching pussy. āDripping all over my nice couch.ā
āCanāt help it, daddy,ā you whimper as you watch his long fingers penetrate your tight hole. āIāll lick it clean later.ā
Seungcheol lets out a low groan, cock throbbing at your filthy words. Youāre both entranced with how your cream is coating his long fingers, noticeably creating a ring where his wedding band is. You canāt deny that you love how your juices stain the metal. Itās like youāre claiming his as yours.
āNasty little slut,ā Seungcheol growls as he works your pussy open. āYou like daddy fingerfucking you while your mom is on the terrace?ā
You close your eyes and nod dizzily.
āKeep your eyes open, brat.ā
The demand is followed by a harsh slap on your cunt. Your loud cry mixes in with the lewd sounding smack. Seungcheol quickly stifles your cry by smashing his lips onto yours. He swallows all your moans and mewls as he forces his tongue into your mouth. The way his tongue massages yours is enough to push you over the edge.
Your pussy clamps down on his fingers as your orgasm rips through you. Seungcheol groans into your mouth as you gush all over his fingers. Your soft cry sounds so hot, even if it is stifled by his mouth.
āThatās it, princess,ā he murmurs adoringly as you grind into his hand. āFuck. Itās so easy to make you cum.ā
You whine when he slowly pulls his fingers out of your soaking cunt. Your pussy flutters when you see sticky strings of arousal clinging to his long digits. Seungcheol gives you a filthy smirk before he sucks on his fingers, groaning lowly at your sweet taste.
āCan I have your cock now, daddy?ā You bat your eyelashes in the way that always gets him to do what you want.
Seungcheol immediately pulls down his sweats enough to let his cock spring free. It pulses with need as he goes to lay you on your back. Your dress is pulled higher to completely expose your messy pussy.
āBe good for me, baby,ā your stepdad hisses as he rubs his leaking tip between your folds.
Your cunt clenches around nothing as Seungcheol collects your arousal on his cock. He smirks down at you before slowly easing into you. His groan makes you clamp down on him.
āGoddamn,ā Seungcheol groans when he finally bottoms out. āPretty little pussyās always so fucking tight.ā
Impatient as ever, you start to grind up into him, using his cock like a toy. Seungcheolās eyes gleam with fondness as your juices smear all over his pelvis. He starts to move, hips grinding into yours. You moan quietly as his thick cock stretches and fills your needy hole.
āHarder, daddy,ā you whine like the brat you are. āMake me cum all over your big cock.ā
Seungcheol growls quietly. He loves how nasty and needy you get whenever your momās around. As always, he canāt deny you or himself that pleasure. Your stepdad starts fucking into you roughly, making your pretty tits bounce in your dress. He roughly yanks down the material, loving how hard your nipples are. He swoops down to suck and bite on them, hips never stopping as he fucks his thick cock into your aching cunt.
āDaddy!ā You mewl, arching your back and forcing your tit deeper into his mouth.
You love how heās fucking you like some mindless animal. His cock is drenched with your cream, completely coated to the hilt. You cry out when his leaking tip hits your sweet spot, repeatedly ramming it over and over again.
Seungcheol nips at your nipple before moving to give the other one the same attention. His heavy balls slap your ass with every thrust, and he can feel his orgasm quickly approaching.
The sound of the glass doors sliding open startles you, but not enough to tell your stepdad to stop. Seungcheol slows his movements, but makes no move to slip out of your pussy. He releases your nipple with a too loud pop and slowly straightens out. You cover your mouth with your hands, pussy clenching as you hear footsteps fade into the direction of the kitchen.
āHoney, whereās Y/N?ā
Seungcheol eyes flicker down to you, cock throbbing at the sight of you all fucked out underneath him. All his wife has to do is walk in his direction to see her lovely daughter stuffed full of cock with her pretty tits out. Sheād see the remnants of his spit on them and know he was licking and sucking on them like heād never done to hers.
āShe went upstairs. I think the movie bored her.ā
Luckily, only your stepdadās head and shoulders are visible from over the back of the couch. Youāre completely hidden, which is why Seungcheol slowly starts to drive his girthy cock into you. Youāre sure that if the movie wasnāt playing, your mom would be able to hear the lewd squelching coming from your pussy.
āOkay. Well, Iām going to have to jump on a call in a bit,ā your mom says dismissively, clearly not too interested in your whereabouts. If only she knew. āIāll be out on the terrace for a while.ā
āFine,ā Seungcheolās voice is a bit strained as his wife comes out of the kitchen with a fresh cup of coffee. āJust make sure you tell your boss that this is the only call youāll take this week.ā
His hips have stopped moving by now, but the fact that you can tell your mom has come closer makes you clench down on his cock. You stifle a whine as you carefully grind on his dick. Your clit bumps against his pelvis, making your eyes cross from pleasure.
āYou know I canāt do that,ā your mom sounds disapproving as she looks down at her phone. āThe company needs me. No one knows more about this proposal than I do.ā
Using the distraction on her phone to his advantage, Seungcheol grabs your hips and pulls you down on him as he gently thrusts forward. The fat tip of his cock slams right into your sweet spot, and you can barely hold back your moan. Light tremors rake through your body as your stepdad keeps fucking you while his wife in none the wiser. His hands slip down to your thighs before he presses them into the couch to keep you spread for him.
Fuck. Itās such a filthy sight that he almost wishes his wife would see it. That way she would see for herself how much better you look taking his cock.
āOkay. Just let me know when youāre done working. Y/N wanted to go to the beach later.ā
His heated gaze stays on you as his wife mumbles a dismissive agreement. Seungcheolās cock throbs as his wife walks back out to the terrace, sliding the door closed with an audible click.
Seungcheol lets out a dark laugh and immediately goes back to pounding your hot cunt. He grabs your hips and pulls you to meet his rough thrusts. Loud squelching and skin slapping fills the large room as your ravenous stepdad uses you to get closer to his orgasm.
āGod, baby. You get so tight when you think we might get caught.ā Seungcheol groans loudly, knowing his wife has put in her earphones by now to focus on her meeting. āYou like the idea of your mom catching you fucking her husband?ā
You nod through an impetuous moan. āYesāfuck. I wonder what sheād do if she saw how much better you like my little pussy.ā
āFilthy little brat,ā Seungcheol groans fondly as he keeps pumping his leaking dick into you.
āYou like it too, daddy,ā you moan as his frantic movements grow rougher. āJust knowing your wife might walk in and see you stretching me out on your big cock turns you on.ā
Seungcheol moans, unable to deny it. He starts to rub fast circles on your raw clit, eager to get you to cum on his cock. He gives you a filthy smirk when you tighten around him again.
āAre you gonna cum for me, baby? Cream all over my cock so I can fill you up like you want?ā
Your stepdad fucks into you harder when you moan out a desperate yes. He rams his cock deeper into your pussy until youāre nothing but a moaning mess. Filthy noises mix in with the forgotten movie as Seungcheolās thick cock spears into your messy hole. His fingers play with your sensitive bud, quickly driving you over the edge from how good it all feels.
You wrap your legs around him, pussy convulsing as you cream all over his dick.
Seungcheol groans out your name, sloppily fucking you through your orgasm. Your pulsing walls grip his cock tightly, effectively milking him for his hot cum. He shoots thick ropes into your pussy, filling you to the brim. You happily take it all, loving how it drips down his cock with every needy grind. He slaps your pussy playfully before capturing your lips in another nasty kiss.
You gently nip at his soft lips, not wanting to separate from him yet. āLetās go upstairs, daddy. We need to clean up before lunch.ā
Sometimes, you wonder if your mom cares about you at all. In the morning, you wake up to a text saying sheās cutting the vacation short because an emergency came up at work. You almost think youāre still dreaming until you rub the sleep out of your eyes and read the text again.
Itās not disappointing, not exactly. From the start you knew she didnāt actually want to go on vacation. It was just another attempt to save her failing marriage, but as usual, she put her career first.
You roll out of bed and go to the master bedroom. Right away, you can tell your mom is gone. All her stuff is gone, and you wonder just how early she got up to catch a flight back home. You pout when you notice that Seungcheol also isnāt in the room. Since your mom is gone now, you had planned to wake him up with some head. Just as you contemplate your next move, you hear noise coming from downstairs.
One thing you never thought youād see is Seungcheol standing at the stove, shirtless and only wearing pajama bottoms. Heās cooking something that smells delicious, and the fact that he looks so hot doing it just makes it even better.
You quietly walk up behind him and wrap your arms around his chiseled torso. āMorning, Cheolie.ā
āMorning, baby.ā He says fondly.
Your stepdad shudders when you place a soft kiss between his shoulder blades. He basks in your touch, glad that you donāt immediately pull away from him now that youāre alone.
āIām glad sheās gone,ā you say after a while. āThat way I can have you all to myself.ā
Seungcheol knows heās blushing, and heās glad that you canāt see it. His heart pounds as he hums in agreement.
āWe can do whatever you want, baby. Just tell me and Iāll make it happen.ā
You grin against his back, already planning the perfect day with him in your head.
After you two have breakfast, you and Seungcheol head to the beach. Itās a beautiful day out, and you love that you can openly hold his hand and be affectionate with him to your heartās content.
āLet me put sunscreen on you, princess.ā
You lay on your stomach, humming in delight when your stepdadās big hands smooth down your back and legs. He really works the cream into your skin, making sure no place goes untouched. Once heās done, you grin at him.
āYour turn.ā
Seungcheol feels like heās in heaven. Heās lying on his back with you sitting on his lap in the tiniest bikini heās ever seen. Youāre rubbing sunscreen all over his chest and torso, cooing about how hot he is every thirty seconds. He sees other men looking at him with pure envy, and that just makes the experience all the more sweeter. Because he belongs to you, and itās clear that everyone on the beach knows it.
You spend most of the day at the beach, building sandcastles and playing in the pretty ocean. Being with Seungcheol makes you feel alive and at ease. Heās so easy to be with, and you can tell he feels the same way.
When you return to the villa, Seungcheol tells you to shower and get ready because heās taking you to one of his favorite restaurants. The way you run upstairs while squealing with excitement is so endearing to him. He yells a reminder to use the bathroom in the master bedroom since thatās where youāll be staying for the rest of the week. He laughs heartedly when you respond with yes, daddy!
Seungcheol has never felt more lucky than he does now with you on his arm. You cling to him as youāre escorted to a secluded table with a fantastic view of the city. Seungcheol pulls out your chair, eyes trained on the glittering necklace around your neck.
āYou keep staring,ā you say teasingly as your stepdad goes to sit down.
āItās because you look incredible in diamonds,ā he says honestly. āIāll have to get you matching earrings next time.ā
Your stomach flips in excitement. Not because heās talking about getting you something incredibly expensive to go along with the diamond necklace he bought you, but because he says it like you deserve nothing less.
āYou donāt look so bad yourself,ā you say, eying the necklace you picked out for him.
āMy girl has incredible taste.ā He says with a flirtatious smile.
The words make your heart stutter. Itās the first time heās said something like that without being in a sexual setting. You donāt hate it. Actually, you like it a little too much.
āWhat kind of wine do you prefer?ā Seungcheol wonders as he looks through the menu.
āChoose for me,ā you say. āI want to know what you prefer.ā
Seungcheol tries to contain his smile as he tells the waiter to bring a bottle of red wine. Itās hard not to feel like a giddy schoolboy when you make it clear the relationship you two have is not just one sided. His heart soars every time you demand to know more about him.
The rest of the night feels like a beautiful dream, one that neither of you want to wake up from.
āLetās go upstairs. I want to fuck you properly.ā
You laugh excitedly as Seungcheol leads you up the stairs. Heās playfully biting at your neck and letting his hands roam your body. It feels so blissful that you barely register that youāve made it to the master bedroom.
Seungcheol spanks your ass before heās desperately yanking your dress off. You go to take off the expensive necklace youāre wearing, but he stops you.
āLeave it on.ā
You feel arousal drip down your thighs as you go to lay on the bed. Seungcheol quickly takes off his own clothes. His eyes are locked on your body, staring at you like youāre his prey. Youāre no better. Like always, you canāt take your eyes off of his girthy cock.
āSpread your legs for me, sweetheart,ā Seungcheol demands as he gets on the bed. āI need to taste you.ā
You do as he says, eager to feel his tongue slipping through your folds. A loud moan cuts through the air when he buries his face in your pussy. He places open mouth kisses on your lips and clit, eager to make you fall apart on his tongue.
āFuck, daddy,ā you moan at you use your hands to hold yourself open for him.
Seungcheol fucks his tongue into your fluttering hole, moaning at the taste of you. He quickly loses himself in your taste, slurping up every bit of your arousal. You clench down on his tongue as he messily licks back up to your clit. You writhe underneath him as he sucks your pulsing bud into his hot mouth. Eagerly, you grind your clenching cunt into his mouth.
āSo fucking sweet,ā your stepdad groans as he slowly pulls back.
You cry out when he gives your pussy a harsh slap. The wet smack sends tingles up your spine. Your pussy is pulsing as you stare at Seungcheol with hungry eyes. His lower face is completely covered with your juices, and heās never looked hotter. You moan when he slaps your cunt again. It hurts so good, and you arch into it when he keeps doing it. Each slap is harder than the last, and by the time heās done, youāre gushing all over the sheets.
āRoll over for me, baby.ā
You do as he says, pussy clenching in eagerness. Heās always so rough when he takes you from the back. Seungcheolās eyes are dark as he yanks you toward him. Just when you think heās going to tease you, he sinks his cock into your pussy.
āTake daddyās cock like a good little princess.ā
You let out a wanton cry when he harshly bottoms out. His leaking tip slams right into your g-spot and forces more juices out of your hot cunt. Your eyes roll to the back of your head as you deepen your arch.
āFuck me, daddy!ā
Seungcheol growls in his throat before he pulls his cock out of you halfway only to slam it back into your clenching heat. Arousal gushes from your pussy at his rough movements. You can feel your juices dripping down your thighs and onto the sheets. A quiet whine escapes you when Seungcheol grabs your hair and pulls your head up to make you look into the mirror across from the massive bed. The sight is so filthy and hot that you start to lose yourself in the pleasure of it all.
Your stepdad starts pounding into your tiny pussy, fat cock stretching you out just how you like. As your eyes roll to the back of your head, your hips start to move on their own accord, rocking back on him to get his dick deeper inside of you.
āThatās it, baby,ā Seungcheol groans, drilling his cock deeper into your squelching pussy. āWork that hot little cunt on your stepdadās cock. Fuck. Get it nice and wet for me.ā
You move your hips more eagerly, eyes rolling to the back of your head as Seungcheol hammers into your sweet spot. Heās relentless, fucking you like youāre nothing more than a hole.
āKeep your eyes on me, brat,ā Seungcheol commands as he gives your ass a hard smack.
He meets your eyes in the mirror and smirks. God is he fixated on you and the way you look while heās splitting you open. Your diamond necklace dangles with every rough thrust, and it makes his cock twitch and throb. As always, Seungcheol was right. You look so lovely getting fucked in the diamond necklace he picked out for you.
āDa-Daddy,ā you gasp out.
āSo fucking tight,ā Seungcheol groans, fucking into you harder than before.
The sound of skin slapping together gets louder, and so do your filthy moans. You watch Seungcheol in the mirror, loving how hot he looks while he destroys your pussy.
āYouāre so fucking hot, daddy,ā you whine as you spread your legs.
Seungcheol hums approvingly and starts snapping his hips into you. He slaps your bouncing ass, pistoning his big cock in and out of your dripping cunt like a madman. Youāre completely gone, moaning and mewling like itās all you know how to do. It makes him go harder, fucking into your tight little pussy with no mercy.
āTomorrow, weāll do this outside.ā Seungcheol decides, cock throbbing at the idea. āIāll fuck you out in the open like the nasty slut you are.ā
You slip your fingers down to rub your pudgy clit, loving his filthy words and how much they turn you on. Seungcheol lets out a dark laugh when he notices.
āLike that? Yeah, I bet you do,ā he groans, taking his eyes off the mirror to watch your pretty ass recoil against his pelvis. āDirty little brat. Iām gonna cream your little pussy until you canāt take anymore.ā
āFuck, daddy,ā you mewl. āYouāre so dirty.ā
Seungcheol laughs as he drills his cock deeper into your cunt. His heavy balls slap your clit and drive you closer to your climax. All your stepdad has to do is give you one last thrust to push you over the edge. You yell out his name as your pussy gushes with your orgasm. Your stepdad groans loudly at the feeling of your tight pussy squeezing his dick.
āThatās it, princess. Cream all over daddyās cock like a good girl.ā
You bounce back on him, eager to get him to stuff you full. āCum inside me, daddy!ā
Seungcheol moans your name and fucks his cock deep into your cunt before releasing his hot load inside you. Your pulsing walls milk him for everything heās worth. Thick ropes of cum flood your little pussy until itās leaking onto the soiled sheets. Slowly, Seungcheol pulls his cock out of your messy pussy. He loves the sight of his cum dripping out of your pretty cunt. It makes him ravenous all over again.
āGet up.ā
You lick your lips and follow your stepdad as he gets off the bed. A squeal escapes you when he presses you against the wall. Seungcheol kisses you hotly as he pulls you closer to him. You barely notice as he goes to pick you up. He effortlessly throws your legs over his bulky arms before he teasingly drags his dripping cock over your messy cunt.
āGuide me in, baby,ā he says as he presses wet kisses on your jaw. āLet daddy slide into your tight pussy.ā
You whimper, pussy dripping with revived arousal. Lust clouds your mind as you go to do as he says. With one hand on his broad shoulder, you grab his cum covered cock and guide it to your soaking entrance. His bulbous tip nudges your pussy before he sinks you down on his throbbing cock. His hips flex as he slowly starts to fuck up into your little cunt.
āGod, baby. Your cute little pussy just keeps sucking me in.ā
Your nails dig into his shoulders as he fucks his cock against your sweet spot. Lewd squelching fills the room as your stepdad bounces you on his cock. Your eyes roll to the back of your head as his big dick stretches you out for the second time. The slight pain from his thrusts make you clamp down on his cock tighter.
āDaddy,ā you mewl almost pitifully. āYouāre gonna break my pussy.ā
Seungcheol laughs. Not only because you sound so fucked out, but because you rock your pussy down to meet his unhurried thrusts. Youāre addicted to his cock, and he loves that you can never hide it.
āYou can take it, sweetheart,ā he coos, eyes fixed on the way your bouncing tits make the diamond necklace look even prettier.
āFuck,ā you moan when he starts to fuck you harder. You gasp and moan when his hands go to grab your ass.
āPretty little brat,ā Seungcheol groans as he kneads and squeezes your ass. āYou always look so pretty when youāre stuffed full of cock.ā
He keeps thrusting into you until youāre cumming all over his cock. It makes him laugh in delight. āThatās it. Cream all over daddyās cock. Fuck. Give me another one, baby. I know you can.ā
You cry out as Seungcheol keeps bouncing you on his cock while he fucks up into your aching pussy. Youāre drunk with pleasure, not bothering to stifle your wanton moans as you get split open with every rough thrust. The room reeks with the smell of sex, and it makes your pussy throb in delight. It always ends up this way, and you love that thereās always evidence left behind of how badly your stepdad is addicted to your tight little pussy.
āCum again for me, sweetheart. Give daddy what he wants.ā
Seungcheol smirks when you let out a fucked out whine. āWhat? Did daddy already fuck you dumb?ā
Your pussy tightens and drips with more juices as you nod stupidly. Once again, your stepdad laughs meanly like he couldnāt be more proud that you canāt even respond to him properly.
Seungcheol squeezes your ass before he walks you back to the bed. You clamp down on him with every step he takes. A petulant whine of protest gets stuck in your throat when he pulls out of you with an obscenely wet sound. He tosses you on the bed before joining you.
āDumb little brat. You can't stand not being stuffed full of your stepdadās cock, huh?ā
You give him a smirk, a little more lucid now. āJust like you canāt stand not having your cock buried in your stepdaughterās pussy.ā
Seungcheol places your legs over his shoulders and forces his cock back into your needy cunt. You cry out in pleasure, happy that your goading worked.
āYouāre right. Thatās why Iām gonna have to stay buried in your hot little cunt all week. Keep my little brat nice and full.ā
You moan and grind your hips to meet his ravenous thrusts. āFuck yes. Please, daddy. Thatās all I want.ā
Something about you begging so prettily and nicely always gets Seungcheol off. āDonāt worry, baby. Iām gonna creampie this sweet little hole the entire time weāre here. Thatās what a good stepdad does, right?ā
āYes, yes, yes!ā You cry, feeling another orgasm creeping up on you. āYouāll be a good stepdad and stuff my needy pussy, right, Cheolie?ā
Something inside him switches when you use that endearing nickname. Youāve never used it during sex, but he doesnāt hate it. He absolutely loves it because it feels so much more intimate.
āYes, baby,ā his deep voice makes your toes curl. āIām gonna give you a nice hot load. As many times as you want.ā
Your eyes roll to the back of your head at his filthy promise. His cock throbs and twitches inside you as he moves one of his hands to rub and pinch at your puffy clit.
āCum for me, princess. Need your tight little pussy to milk me again,ā Seungcheol coos softly.
You pant wantonly as your stepdad hammers his cock harder into your hot cunt. His fingers keep working your sensitive clit as he spears his thick cock deep into you. Itās all too much, and before you realize it, another orgasm crahses into your body.
āDADDY!ā Your scream is loud as you arch your back, pussy gushing and clenching around Seungcheolās huge cock.
āFucking shit. Thatās it, baby. Such a good girl for daddy.ā Seungcheol groans as he fucks into your squirting cunt while your walls milk him for all heās worth.
A feral noise leaves him as he buries his cock to the hilt, girthy length pulsing inside you as thick ropes of cum shoot into your pussy. Seungcheol fucks his spunk deeper inside you, leaning down to place gentle kisses all over your face.
āTaking it so well,ā he murmurs adoringly, cock throbbing with pleasure. āSuch a good girl for me.ā
Seungcheol captures your lips in a heated kiss as his cock releases the last bit of cum. He pulls away and gives you one last affectionate peck before he sits up. His cocks slowly slips out of you, and Seungcheolās eyes get impossibly darker when he sees his cum slowly tricking from your pussy. You love the possessive look on his face so you clench your pussy to push out more of his hot cum.
āThis weekās going to be perfect.ā He sighs contentedly.
You hum in agreement, making grabby hands at him. Seungcheol smiles sweetly and goes to cuddle you how you want. You sigh into his chest, letting the exhaustion take over.
āLove you, Cheolie. So much.ā
Seungcheol presses a sweet kiss to your hair, basking in the feeling of having you in his arms. āI love you too, baby. More than anything.ā
āSo, howās your vacation going?ā
Seungcheol hums against your scalp, holding back a groan when you unconsciously clench down on him. You two decided to spend the day by the pool, which led to you wanting to cockwarm him. So now, heās laying on one of the pool chairs with you on top of him. Your bikini bottoms are pulled to the side as his big cock pulses inside of you.
The fact that he can lull you to sleep while his dick is inside you is so endearing to him. Itās one of his favorite things in the world, and once he hangs up his call heāll fuck you awake, just how you like.
āAmazing,ā Seungcheol doesnāt bother to hide the bliss in his voice. āThanks again for calling my wife into work.ā
Jeonghan laughs deviously. āI owed you one. You helped me pull off my plan.ā
Seungcheol laughs along as he thinks back to the pills he gave his friend for his own nefarious agenda. āIt took you longer than I thought.ā
āYou of all people know that plans like ours take time. If anything went wrong, I wouldāve lost everything.ā Jeonghan sighs as he thinks back on how long it took to perfectly orchestrate everything. āAnd you know I would never let myself be a bad guy in my little girlās eyes.ā
Itās true. Heās sure Jeonghan would rather die than have his stepdaughter think less of him.
āSeungcheol,ā Jeonghan says after a beat of silence. āWhatās the next step? I can only keep your wife busy with work for so long.ā
Seungcheol grins when you cuddle deeper into his neck. Youāre close to waking up, so heāll have to cut his call short.
āDonāt worry,ā he says with a devious grin as his hand smooths down your back. āBy this time next year, my ex wife wonāt even be a thought.ā
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genre:Ā smut, serial killer!au, non-idol!au and dark contents
pairing: stalker, serial killer!wonwoo x fem!reader
a/n: i really enjoy reading dark romances and darker fanfics, so i decided to take my first try onto this kind of writing!! this was kind of inspired by haunting adeline (more specifically, the mirror maze scene, ifykyk) and some other books, and i really hope this is not as shitty as it looks for me. btw, it wasn't revised, so lmk if there are any mistakes and i hope you guys enjoy it <3
contains: you messed with wonwoo's sweet revenge, now he has to make a plan to get rid of you as soon as possible. triggers: stalking, mentions to killing, wonwoo is a serial killer and slightly obsessed with reader. smut contains: voyeurism, big cock!wonwoo, names (doll, slut, pretty girl), fingering, oral (m. receiving), public sex,, creampie, and filthy language, slight dumbification if you squint (?). if i missed any warnings, please let me know!
it's been a while since wonwoo first laid his eyes on you; a pretty, smart and kind of naive college student. you two attended the same college, so you'd see him often around the hallways even though you two never actually talked
you were surely really pretty, but that was it. he might've just stared at you once or twice, but there was nothing more about it. well, at least not until you became a pain on his neck
one day, coming back from getting the groceries, you came across a gruesome scene in one of the dark alleys from your block. a tall man, wearing all black, covered by a cap, a mask and a hoodie, carried a corpse. you wanted to scream, but you got paralyzed instead, he remained unaffected by your presence, not considering the possibility of you reporting him - after all, it wasn't like you could see his face or anything that would make him recognizable
or maybe he thought so. until now, all of his murders had been considered just isolate cases, no one suspected a thing or who could've done this, but when he saw that murder, the one you had witnessed, being announced on tv, and theories surrounding it that linked that murder with the other ones, - after all, the victims all had a pattern: rich politicians who approved a specific project for planning a new area in changwon - his blood boiled. wonwoo just couldn't understand how could you be such a pesky little thing and ruin his plans on being unnoticed
well, he had to think about something. he had to do something. he couldn't just let a random college girl interrupt his sweet, sweet revenge, and neither the cops. so that's why he started stalking you
he wasn't counting on the fact he would start feeling something other than hatred bubbling inside him whenever he'd think about you, he never thought he'd start desiring you. but at the end of the day, it'd be just the best of both worlds for him - he'd have his way with a hot girl, kill her and get his revenge, and would also mislead the cops onto thinking about the changwon incident; the one that made him an orphan
once again, he stood in the shadows, covered by some big trees that were perfect to hide his strong, 6ft frame. your neighborhood wasn't crowded so it was even better, as no one would notice his present around as he looked up into your window. you looked so perfect, so pretty dolling yourself up to sleep, your pretty silk nightgown left little to imagination, and he loved every single detail of it
it was one of those nights, your parents weren't at home, and you were feeling yourself, so it wasn't long before he caught you on your bed, legs spread out as a small bullet vibrador teased your delicate folds. your brows were furrowed in pleasure, and when you pushed your pink lacy panties to the side, he couldn't help but start rubbing his hand in the front of his black jeans, wondering if you'd have this same expressions if it was him who was pushing those cute panties to the side, if if was his fingers that were teasing you
you started fucking yourself with the small object, letting out the sweetest moans wonwoo ever heard, and it wasn't long before he gave in to his desires once again, pulling out his length from its confine, his gaze still burning on your delicate figure
he watched as your rhythm gradually increase, your moans getting more frantic by each passing moment, as his thumb gently grazed along the slit of his cock, making his entire body jolt with pleasure. his hand tightened the grip on the shaft, as his mind wandered once again to how tight and wet your cunt would feel it he was the one fucking you, making sure to ruin you and leave you too dumb to even be able to run away from him once he's had his way with you
once you had your orgasm, wonwoo couldn't help but feel his balls getting tighter, soon enough blowing out his load all over his hand, his mind making up the decision he had to do something soon. very, very soon
[...]
finally halloween night, the perfect day for wonwoo to be able to execute his plan. your friends had invited you for a halloween party, and you were surely excited to go, even if it was in a more dangerous side of the city ā to them, actually, it was even more appealing as it fitted the vibe perfectly
the party's location actually would be even more helpful for wonwoo's plans, as it'd be hosted at an abandoned mansion that was placed on an also abandoned neighborhood, surrounded by a forest. wonwoo wouldn't need much to make you disappear just like he had planned, that place was literally the best trap ever so he could get his sweet, sweet revenge on you for disturbing his plans
you felt a shiver down your spine as soon as your friend's car parked near the party's location, as if your body could sense some kind of danger, but you brushed it off, thinking it might've been just because of the mansion's atmosphere. but it wasn't
the sensation was only getting worse as you tried to enjoy the party as much as your friends were, the sense of unease and something more, as if someone was watching you, wouldn't go away. it was making you anxious, you felt like you needed to run away, like there was actually danger, but you kept quiet, you didn't wanted to ruin your friend's night at all and you also needed to go out for a bit
[...]
you fixed the black leotard and the bunny ears a last time before leaving the bathroom, ready to find your friends once again in the crowded room. just as you were passing by, you felt the same sense of unease again, of being watched, a shiver running along your spine, but no one seemed to be around. you thought you were going crazy
except for the fact you weren't. wonwoo followed you around the party all the time, taking in your appearance as you wore a ravishing playboy bunny costume, your ass barely covered by the short shorts you chose not to be half-naked in just that tight leotard, so tight wonwoo couldn't help but stare at the shape of your gorgeous tits and how they'd felt with his lips around it ā it wasn't like he wouldn't get some fun with a pretty thing like you before making his plans work perfectly
you couldn't find your friends, so you grabbed a bit of a watermelon vodka drink that was being served and went all the way to the backyard, where a few people seemed to be smoking and others making out. a tall, handsome man dressed as joker approached you, well, it wasn't exactly a costume, as he only had a mask on and a suit, but you recognized the character anyway
"what's a pretty thing like you doing here, all alone?" his deep voice sent tingles all over your body "it's kind of dangerous to be here by yourself... haven't you heard the rumors that this mansion's abandoned, kitten?"
"i was just looking for my friends, but they're nowhere to be found, so i just came here for some fresh air" you answered, as oblivious as you were to his true intentions. wonwoo chuckled softly at your answer, loving the way his plan was going as smooth as it could, and he decided to take off his mask
the sight of his handsome appearance without the mask made you softly gasp, ā fact that he pretended not to notice, but definitely did ā he was extremely hot and totally your type, as if he came straight out one of your dreams
"mind if i keep you company, then?" he asked, and you shook your head while watched him light up a cigarette "want one?"
"no thanks, i don't smoke" you answered, watching him take off a long drag. for some reason, it was insanely hot to watch this
"so, what's your name, pretty girl?" god, the way the nickname rolled out of his tongue made something inside you flip completely
"____. and you are...?" you waited for his answer
"call me wonwoo, sweetheart"
[...]
you didn't knew how, maybe it was the alcohol, or maybe something entirely his, but you were completely drawn to wonwoo. sure, he was tall, handsome and from the brief conversations you two had, you could already tell he was insanely intelligent, but you still weren't sure why something about him had you longing for me
you weren't sure either on how or why did you started dancing with him, or let him lead you to the very same woods you'd found eerie earlier that day so you two could made out. yet, it felt so right to have those lips pressed against yours, to have his tongue hitting all the right spots inside your mouth and leave you whimpering against his and your cunt throbbing for more
his lips moved all the way down to your neck, savoring the sweet taste of your skin, leaving open-mouthed kisses there that made you gasp in such a cute way, that wonwoo thought he could get a boner with just that. you, on the other hand, could already feel moisture pooling down your core in a way that made your panties stick to your skin uncomfortably
"okay, doll. want to be a good girl for me, yeah?" he breathe out against your neck, and you whimpered at the contact of his hot breath against your already sensitive skin, nodding instantly. the sight of you being so submissive and eager to please him made wonwoo harden immediately "that's what i've thought... why don't you star by being a good girl and getting on your knees for me?"
you were more than happy to oblige it, dropping to your knees on the spot, not caring more about the eerie environment or the fact you two were out there in public. you saw him undo his belt, and a shiver ran down your spine as you imagined how big his cock must be ā you just knew it was big
after you helped him undo his buttons and free himself from its confines, you saw his hardened cock stand tall and proud, ready for your attention. you gulped, not expecting it to be as big as it really was, but you leaned in eagerly anyway, ready to please wonwoo
you wrapped your lips against his tip, savoring the bittersweet taste on your lips, and he groaned at the sensation, hands flying instantly to your hair, dropping your bunny ears on the process. the contact of his hands with your hair made you bolder, as you bobbed your head more, relaxing your throat so you could accommodate more of his length inside your mouth
"fuck, what a good little mouth" he let out a deep moan, and you felt more moisture pool down your legs at the sound of his voice
you got bolder in your movements, bobbing your head all the way down, using your hands to pleasure him, and going all you could to make him feel as good as possible. wonwoo was loving you eager you were to please him, and it only made him hornier, thinking about how pathetic, and yet, still hot, you were like this
it wasn't long until he came inside your mouth, releasing his hot, thick seed right down your throat. he watched you gag and struggle a bit to swallow. he dressed up again, watching you look at him with doe eyes, ready to do whatever he wanted next, and the sight alone was enough to make him horny again
"doll, can you get up for me?" he watched as you eagerly got on your feet again, already waiting for his next command "such a good girl" he purred, getting closer and closer, making your back press against a tree
he shoved a hand inside your short shorts. wonwoo's skilled fingers were fast enough to pull your leotard and panties to the side, a groan escaping his mouth once he found you already wet and ready for him
"got this wet for me just from sucking cock, hm? such a nasty little girl" he tsked, smirking mockingly. you opened your legs a bit more, wanting more contact "look at you, already demanding for more..."
"wonwoo, please" you whimpered. his middle finger rubbed through your folds until they stopped at your sensitive hole, slipping just a bit to gather your juices, smearing it all over your nether lips teasingly
you mewled, and earned a dark chuckle from the tall man in front of you, who decided to do it again before finally stopping at your clit, drawing figures of eight slowly, just to get you worked up
"you're really a slut, huh? getting off on fucking in public like this, knowing anyone could pass by these woods and see you letting a barely unknown man finger your juicy cunt like this" he teased you, leaning in just to bite and suck a certain spot on your neck that made your toes curl
suddenly, two fingers entered your cunt, and you were not able to surpass the loud moan that escaped your lips. luckily, there was no one around to hear it, but the possibility of being seen made your cunt throb in a way that was definitely noticed by wonwoo
"what was that, doll? do you like being fucked in public like that?" he teased, pumping his fingers faster. you were already so lost in pleasure, that you didn't even heard him, too worked up on his fingers
wonwoo was determined in making you come undone, scissoring them, thrusting them upwards to find your g-spot, rubbing his thumb over your clit, all he could to get you off as soon as possible. your moans were getting more and more erratic by each passing second, your thighs were quivering, and your hips were moving on their own now. you were too close to snap
with a sudden thrust from his fingers, the coil on your stomach snapped, the feeling got unbearable, and you let go to the sensation. wonwoo let you ride down your orgasm until its very last wave before pulling his fingers out and bringing them to his mouth to taste your juices
"you taste like fucking candy" he groaned, getting closer so he could connect your lips to his again. you could taste your own essence inside his mouth, but you were still too horny to care about it
he shoved your shorts down and quickly ripped your leotard and panties to get them out of the way, and then took his own length out its confines again before finally plunging it into you without a warning
fuck, he made you feel so full. his cock was hitting all the right spots inside you, caressing your cervix in a way that was certainly too much but you couldn't help but want more. the sensation alone made you moan desperately
one of his hands grabbed your hips with a bruising strength, while the other roamed over your body, as if it was memorizing its shape. when they finally found one of your breasts, he squeezed it hard while thrusting harder and faster, determined on making you as cockdrunk as possible
god, you looked so stupid on his cock already that he could just kill you if he wanted to. but he didn't wanted to waste the opportunity to fuck this sweet, juicy cunt and to hear those delicious moans
his hips slammed against yours even faster, the wet, lewd sounds you two were producing were echoing through the deserted woods, along the sounds of your needy moan and whimpers and his deep moans and groans. his tip was constantly hitting your g-spot again in a bruising pace, making you see stars ā wonwoo was definitely too much
"fuck, such a tight little cunt." he groaned "been waiting for too long to fuck you"
you felt like cumming already, but you tried to hold your own orgasm so you could wait for him as well
"such a good pussy for me" he moaned
you could feel his cock throb inside you and knew he wouldn't last longer, but so do you. so when the sensation became unbearable again, you just let it go, cumming all over his cock again. the way your cunt squeezed him made wonwoo cum as well, shooting his load inside you
he looked at your disheveled form in awe, and suddenly, an idea came into his own mind. maybe killing you wasn't the best he could do to plan his own revenge... instead, he could make you all his
warning(s): ADULTS ONLY, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT! generational trauma, mentions of child emotional neglect, grief, cheating, smoking, alcohol consumption, emotional repression (minor memory loss), some fingering, semi-handjob, unprotected and rough sex, creampie, jaehyun a lil ooc, somewhat one-sided, lack of chemistry (their lonelyness tries to say otherwise), this one is for the eldest daughters with mommy issues
disclaimer: this is purely fictional; in no way am I condoning this behavior, trying to offend anyone, nor is it meant to place such image on the idol, these are only characters. read at your own discretion.
an: well I lied about posting last week. I'm fond of lying and worst scenario did happen and I'm posting in may. anyways, tried hard to make them lack chemistry so you guys tell me how that turned out.
This is your punishment. It must be. Why is it that when youāre finally at ease with life, something has to ruin your stable comfort? You swore you wouldn't come back to this town unless a major celebration or an emergency would occur. Unfortunately, it so happens that both had transpired at the same time. In the worst way possible.
A year and a half ago your sister had met someone. It only took nine months of being together for them to get engaged and your entire family knew besides you. Chances are you would have remained in the dark even after the event if the pyramid schemer of your cousin hadn't called you about the possibility of lending her money to pay for the items she was supposed to sell.Ā
Merciless enough and with no regard for your sister, she spilled it all to you along with ridicule laced in each word. Reveling and laughing at the theory of your sister possibly being pregnant. Interlaced jealousy for obtaining a āgreat catchā.
You don't entertain it, humming with faux excitement despite dreading the fact that you're now expected to send a letter to your sister letting her know how happy you are for her. Whether you truly were or didn't care, did not matter. You expected nothing out of it, nothing was supposed to happen after all, per usual. It was all courtesy.Ā
Silence from your sister was always a better reward than having her talk your ear off about anything she was fairly interested in. The matter becomes worse knowing she dreaded talking to you overall, therefore it was a waste of time for you both.
Unfortunately, days later you received a phone call where she, in fact, talked your ear off about the guy she was engaged to and what she had in mind for her celebration. Itās not like she was having fun telling you about it, she didnāt plan for you to find out to begin with. But again, it was all courtesy. Hoping that this would make you feel included enough to send her a gift without invitation.
The call extended for longer despite the long periods of silence on both ends. She had waited and waited, with no signs of you asking what she wanted, leading her to hang up feigning a dinner with her fiance. Truth is she scoffed rolling her eyes and petulantly stomping around knowing she would have to invite you now if she wanted a gift.
Two months later a wedding invitation was sent to your apartment. Reading over the script typeface with all of its coiled swashes, embossed flowers, and the underlying inked words that scream at you to not go, to not entertain this and just send the damn gift. Courtesy, it's all about courtesy.
You didnāt hear from any of your family members again after receiving that piece of cardstock. Not until a week before the wedding day. Merciless Friday. By Friday, life has killed you.
You had planned on leaving a day before the date. You were in no rush to visit anyone in that town nor did you plan to stay long after the ceremony. Like a business trip, thatās what you were treating it as.
Simply, your plan was to get a round trip ticket. The departing flight back home after the ceremony, possibly at the middle of it, or worst case scenario: the following morning. All to avoid being berated by your mother or aunts; with no plan to overstay your visit.
That was the plan, yet again the universe was so humorous that when you picked up the phone to hear your father talk to you casually with long gaps in between his words, you knew something was awfully wrong. He didnāt specify the reason for his call nor did he give you much information about how his fig tree wasnāt looking too good and most likely would not make it for fig season.Ā
It was quick and brief, that should have been telling. Your mother would have called you selfish for not noticing the small things but those words were customary for her so you didnāt take them to heart. You havenāt in years, you would like to think.Ā
Now you look at those same trees, nodding to yourself about how correct he was. Branches too frail and crackly, snapping with a swipe of a finger. They used to be so strong, even in these winter temperatures with biting and prickling coldness. The one your mother often caused within you and now itās odd knowing thatās what she must have felt last night.Ā
Itās strange to come back and notice the state of the weather. A town usually disgustingly humid, scaldingly hot, and sunny was now replicating your current city. Gloomy and rainy, the humidity never leaves but the disgust clings to the feeling in your chest as cousins, uncles, and aunts rush out of your childhood home with box sets of silverware, easy and light furniture, and china that had not been locked away.Ā
A cheery smile on their faces, patting you as a welcome while stuffing their rickety cars with your parentsā belongings. You donāt question it, you always expected this from them. The best you can do now, is close the door in their faces when the youngest of your cousins walks out with your fatherās broken Atari in his grimy hands.
So young and already so rotten.
Itās not the fact that they are taking the things, itās more so that none of them bothered to let you know your mother had died Friday morning or looked to be mourning. Or how she had been battling a nasty infection due to the thorns in her rose bushes. How rapidly the fungus had consumed her cells.
The house is eerie and cold; silence was never this stiff. Biting and dull, but never static. The large portraits of your mother scattered around the walls feeling more patronizing than ever before. You can already imagine what she must be thinking about you all the way from purgatory. āTypical, you could not even bother to show before my last breaths.ā A scoff, turning up her nose with a shake of her head to avoid looking at you.Ā
Disgust, disgust, disgust.
It doesnāt take long to find your father in their shared bedroom. Sitting idly on the edge of the bed looking out the window. A usual position, now enveloped with grief and despair. Not his ordinary nonchalance and comfort. He was a shell of a man from when you last saw him. Then again, that was two years ago for their silver anniversary where your mother scolded you for not helping or for not doing things the way she wanted them.
You remember clearly ending that night in the train station with your suitcase. Your father dropping you off while affirming that they loved you despite all your mother had spewed the entire visit. You both smiled fondly before hugging and patting each otherās cheeks. He knew you well enough to leave before your train arrived, giving you a breather and letting out all your grievances, leaving them here and not taking them back home.Ā
āHeyā¦ā Your meek voice causes his hand to twitch, not turning to look at you. āHow are you holding up?ā You question, hand sliding down his shoulder to rub comfortingly. You feel his chest rumble, your fingers thrumming against his wool sweater. āI told you the fig tree was not going to hold on until spring.ā He answers slowly, eyeing how the branches snapped with the breeze.
āYou did.ā
Silence befalls, itās uncomfortable yet comfortable. The contradiction makes it far more confusing on your end. Youāre not too sure how he feels. Perhaps you should say something, something stupid or mundane but something. These days you're far more unaware of what to do or think.Ā
āHey, dad?ā
āHey, dad!ā
Thereās a clear difference in the way those words are uttered. In the way the voices sound and how they roll off each otherās tongues but ultimately both of you turn towards the door, seeing your sister stand with a cheery smile ā a tad duller when her eyes fall on you. The most she gives you besides a hum, unphased by your presence.Ā
āThe morgue is on the line.ā She utters, chin turning to point towards the phone on your motherās nightstand. Your father makes no effort to answer, leaving it to both of you to decide. Ultimately, you reach for the device, the cold plastic uncomfortable against your ear.Ā
āHello?ā
āWith the family of Mrs. Y/l/n?ā
āYesā¦ā
Taken aback by your lack of warmth, the mortuary technician hums, āWe wanted to inform you that we got results back from the police station and after the autopsy, Mrs. Y/l/n is ready to be transferred to the services youāve chosen. Since she is an identified body, we can only keep her for a week at best. She does have to be transferred for burial or a different mortuary by the time frame.āĀ
Confused, you turn to your father. His lack of response makes you turn to your sister who looks at you like youāre crazy for whatever you havenāt told them. āWhat?ā I thought you guys handled funeral services as well?ā You answer, clutching the hard plastic in your hand.
āUnfortunately, no. Not yet at least, but there are multiple funeral homes around the area that you can contact and we can transfer the body to them for the burial or their own morgue. It just has to be before the week ends. Fortunately, itās a busy seasonā Unfortunately, I mean! Sorry⦠We will need the space.ā Catching his mistake he laughs nervously, pulling the last remaining hair strand on his balding head.
āGive me a second.ā You grumble, your motherās lipstick still plastered against the bottom half of the phone. āHave you looked into funeral home services?ā You whisper, looking at your standing sister who shakes her head vigorously. Thereās no way your father had the will to do so and you donāt ask him but the gnawing feeling of the lack of organization is eating at you already.
With a sigh you pick up the phone from your lap, taking your time to answer. āWe donāt yet have a plan⦠Is there no way we can get more time?ā You almost beg, was it not for his disinterested whiny voice while twirling the spiral cord around his finger. āYeah, no⦠Thatās quite unfortunate, yeah.ā He hums, patronizing. It irritates you beyond belief. To the point where you hang up before even giving him a definitive answer.
āA week! Thatās all we get to find any funeral services or sheāll get tossed out like a butchery carcass!ā Youāre not sure if youāre more irritated from the call, your sisterās nonchalance, or the fact that you care more than you allowed yourself on the flight back.
"A week?!" Your sister screeches, "My wedding is a week! We can't possibly do that!" Her hands come to her head, distress covering her face like a wedding being pushed back would be the bigger tragedy out of this. Your slow turn of head and slotting eyes don't phase her but your words do irk her.
"Mom just died and you're more worried about a wedding?...ā
Ā "It's not that! It's just thatā the wedding is already planned. Mom's funeral isn't, we don't have anything to look for and especially in this short amount of time." She covers up, nodding like it was the best excuse she has ever come with. Was it not for your father's voice catching both of your attention and his slow monotone tone, you would have finally slapped the sense into her that you should've done years ago if allowed.
"Your mother began saving up for this, months ago. I don't think it's much but we will find out when her lawyer arrives tomorrow to read her will." He pauses, "We will make do." He concludes with a nod to himself.
It's not enough for you. That goes to say there's virtually nothing when funerals cost an arm and a leg. You don't even know how much her payment plan was so what gave you the reassurance that you could do anything with that. No, you had to think for the three of you. Like ā fucking ā usual.
"Aren't you paying for the wedding too?" You turn to him. He nods, "We will make do."
No. No, it's not that simple.
"Your wedding is in a week, there's no reason for you to spend anymore. How about we cut that off already and you can help with the funeral preparations." You speak sternly to your sister. That desperation and anger lacing every single one of your words.
"What?! No, you can't just cut me off! I still have to pay the catering and flower vendors. That doesn't go into action until Tuesday." It's crazy to see how maniac she became in an instant. Her hair disheveled the further her fingers threaded through it. "You can't have me present my guests beautiful decor just to serve their food on paper plates, can you? That's tacky!" She groans, petulantly turning to your father for back up.
"We will make do."
Are you satisfied? No, but you're exhausted and quite honestly jet lagged. This has been enough interacting with your sister and your father's enabling that you decide to throw the towel and shake your head.
"Fine. But you'll have to help me with the funeral services and finding an adequate funeral home."
She's pushed her luck already, and she knows it. "Fine."
It should have been an obvious sign that normal days were left behind when you arrived. What used to be quaint mornings in this town were now loud and obnoxious. Things were different in a sense that you had not expected. The blaring of a nightstand alarm transformed into an irritating screech of the fire alarm calling your name over and over to turn it off. Bike bells from the paperboy calling for the daily paper were now incessant honks tattle-telling on the neighborhood boys that kicked balls at whatever car was left outside the garage.
Whether your body wanted it or not, you pushed off the mattress that was once your safe haven. Now it was hard as rock and the cause of your aching muscles that wept with every step down the stairs. Your motherās penetrative glare through all those portraits adding onto your pain.Ā
Upon hearing your steps, your father turns with a blank look on his face but an apology in his eyes. You let out a sigh and a reassuring smile on your lips, turning off the stove and moving the pan away. āI burnt the eggs.ā He utters monotonously, each word spoken with every step you take towards the fire alarm. āA coward egg. Preferring to burn than to be eaten. Itās okay, the next one will be brave.ā You think you can see a smile on his face although blocked by the fabric of your pajamas and sprawled hair.Ā
āThose damn kids, running around the street when cars are leaving for church.ā Your sister had interrupted any sense of tranquility (if any) with complaints. Her eyebrows furrowed and a frown on her face that becomes teasing when she sees you on a chair, mangling the fire alarm.Ā
Itās mocking you think, the way she looks at you. āWhat did you do? Youāve only been here for a few hours.ā And your glare gives her the response she was looking for. Receiving you with a teasing scoff, almost turned into a giggle while she swivels towards your dad, kissing his cheek good morning.Ā
āGeez, relax. I was just kidding.ā She huffs, āLook who woke up on the wrong side of the bed.ā Usually comments as such warranted extensive berating from her andĀ your mother. Your aunts if they were visiting but now itās just you two and your dad. Your catatonic dad that can only give her the same blank look and words heās given you: āI burnt the eggs.ā
She kisses his head, smiles reassuringly, reaching for the pan to toss out the now cold eggs. āItās okay, Iāll make you some.ā Itās similar enough, youāre sisters after all.Ā
You manage to silence the fire alarm, bringing tranquility for a second before three rhythmic knocks are heard at the front door. Your sister and you share a glance, questioning with an indication for you to open the door. Itās something menial that you wonāt fight her over, rather you just do it to let the starch pressed suit wearing lawyer inside the house.Ā
Heās roughly a head taller than you, lankier and awkward but in a way that makes him seem snooty. He gives you a glance and a muted greeting smile. He attempts to share some pleasantries but you donāt let him, leading him to the living room where the other two had gathered already. Eggs and stove long forgotten.Ā
āGood morning,ā he utters, āOnly you three will join us?ā He asks, fingers threading through the cuff links of his suit. Theyāre rusted, staining his dress shirt with every move. He knows it and hates that others do too but he canāt be bothered to change them. Rather theyāre his only ones.Ā
āYes, morning.ā You answer with a nod, sitting besides him. āRight.ā He mutters, clearing his throat, fumbling to open his briefcase. āIāve brought copies for you all and given the quantity, I consider it best we get straight to it, yes?ā The lawyer ā who you later learned his name was Mr. Chop, called pork chop by your sister whenever he said something she didnāt like ā handed you each a thin packet. Swivel designs on each corner, customary of your mother who most likely brought in her own paper for him to print on whenever the time came. She probably did not expect it to be this early.Ā
Your father makes no effort to touch it, your sister only flips through it, but you focus on every word and the tone everything is dictated in. Mr. Chop reads in a lousy voice that heās forced to sound vigorous but his constant voice cracks give out his experience. Not that much.
āFor my dear husband,ā He fixes the stiff paper under his fingers. āYou will find yourself flooded by life insurances all to your name. Enjoy them while you remain, it is your call what you do when you think your time will come.ā Mr. Chop clears his throat, turning to you before continuing. āAs long as youāre wise if you dare leave anything to Y/nā¦āĀ
Typical. It doesnāt make it any less frustrating.
āTo my youngest daughter, youāve always loved the eccentricity of your mother and grandmother. For that, I leave you our jewelry. I know you will do the right thing when it comes to these and you will take good care as I have all these years.āĀ
You could swear your motherās doting voice projected through his weak mouth. Sweet when looking at your sister but patronizing and mocking when he turned to you. Just the way the old hag intended.Ā
Take that back, pinch yourself under the thigh for thinking of your mother as an old hag. No matter how much sheās impacted you, remorse and guilt will always flood you when it comes to her.Ā
Fuck.Ā
āLastly, Y/n. Consider yourself lucky for this letter and your grandmotherās cookbook. Lord knows you could benefit from it. I will not offer you more for you know what youāve done and you shall live with that your entire life.āĀ
The paper doesnāt feel heavy under your fingertips. Itās light, translucent, and from the sunlight peeking through the sliding doors leading to the backyard, you can see she did not write much.Ā
āWhat about the funeral plan she began? How much is there?āĀ
Mr. Chop knows thereās urgency in your voice. Desperation and frustration etching themselves across your face while he takes his time to flip through some papers he had not yet taken out. āYes⦠it seems your mother did not begin this plan until three months ago that leaves with onlyāā he hums, holding his tongue to not sigh and give more pity remarks than heās already given. ā$169 to be exact, not discounting taxes depending on the company. Some funeral plans tend to take out taxes when the money is put to use.ā He drops his professional act momentarily to look at you.Ā
āThese insurances⦠they can cover it, surely. Yes?ā Itās the first time your father spoke since the lawyer arrived. Grievance written all over his face, in the way his eyebrows knit like a begging hungry child. His fingers twitch, itching to look for answers in the packet but hold back. As if touching the decorative paper ought to burn his fingers.
Mr. Chop hums for an exaggerated amount, head tilting to ultimately click his tongue. His pen hits his forehead, leaving a tiny blob of ink that you fixate on. āWell, yes⦠the thing is that insurances take a month to three after the claim. Unfortunately ā for some reason ā February is high in mortality and itās going to take longer than that to hear back from the insurance companies.āĀ
Itās a dead end. A dead end and it seems only your father and you feel the weight of your motherās body crushing the both. Itās typically you whose hands were freezing cold but now theyāre warm against your fatherās. Taking them in a tight and reassuring grip, forcing belief into both. He glances at you, apologies flooding his eyes and threatening to escape his lips. Those that you shut with a smile and another squeeze.
āWe will make do.ā And now youāre fully convinced that heās smiling. Believing you with no proof or witness, just the fatherly love and remnants of hope he has. He squeezes your hands in return, a sign of compliance.
Mr. Chop doesnāt extend his invite. As soon as itās settled he makes his exit, leaving the three of you to wonder what should be done. Your father reverted to small talk, managing to nod at some questions and stare blankly at others. That left you and your sister to make calls to funeral homes all day. Alternating between landlines while one of you wrote, analyzed, and organized the price points and deals. All flukes and robberies.Ā
To say frustration wasnāt getting the best of you was an understatement. How is it that death is perceived as an eternal slumber where you feel no more, yet it leaves those behind you in perpetual suffering.Ā
Your father wonāt explain what he feels but everyone can read it in the wrinkles around his eyes and mouth. Youāre not too sure how you feel besides uncertainty that makes you scribble harshly against the notepad. Eraser shavings get between the lead and paper, forcing large gaps between words. It bothers you enough to rewrite the words just for another piece to be erased. A cycle that you know you should end but the bubbling ache in your chest makes you continue your angry scribbles until you touch the fresh page underneath.
Faith lets it survive for longer. Intervening through an ecstatic screech that leaves your sister. It gives you hope, seeing her stomp around in a happy dance. Telephone cord wrapping around her body the way her fiance will do in a few days to come. Sheās so happy. Your mother is dead, your father is bordering on joining her and your sister is happy.Ā
āFound a funeral service?ā Your voice breaks her out of it. Her wide smile, not flattering as she turns to look at you with faux confusion. That stupid midline diastema was growing but it made her look far more charming than before. Her giggle doesnāt help and for a second you think sheās that same little girl that would pity you when mother scolded for her wrong doings before she joined in on the mockery.Ā
āWhat? No!ā She unravels the cord, some of it stuck against the buttons of her overalls. āThe caterer called back and said they could work with the budget you're forcing me into! I can make this wedding work, Y/n!ā If she was to ever touch you it would leave a reminder of her disdain and faux affection. This one, sheās genuinely happy and with no intention to mock you but even when she doesnāt want to, she manages to plague you with that poison your mother created and taught her to inject into you.Ā
She jumps around, holding your hands with no intention to seize her excited giggles. How can someone be so happy in times like these? Is this what being full of love creates?
āYouāre fucking kidding, right?ā The words leave your mouth in waves. Lips quiver with every letter and your hold on her hands turn crushing. Her eyebrows furrow, pulling away like a child thatās been zapped with prank gum. She scowls at the ruined moment, āHave you seriously been working on your wedding all this time?!āĀ
āNoā¦ā A scolded child answers, tucking her hands in the denim pockets. āI was making calls too, I just⦠took a break to answer the caterer.ā she murmurs, swinging her body the way she does when consequences attempt to reach her.
āA break⦠We canāt take fucking breaks, sissy! We have to find a funeral home now or else who knows where mom will end up!ā You donāt try to sound so angry or sad. The whine and fire in your voice will betray you the way it always does. āWe canāt afford them if you're too fucking worried about your stupid wedding!āĀ
āStupid?! Mom was looking forward to it! You would know if you checked in often and didnāt think youāre too good for us! Doesn't your job pay you well? You could possibly pay for this by yourself and leave dad alone.ā A leach and a burden is what theyāll always see you as. Itās obvious through the gaps of invisible words she doesnāt spew.Ā
Despite the scratch created over your soul, youāve only ever known to cover it with electric tape. Itās sticky and temporary, leaves a disgusting residue if you ever try to remove it but that doesnāt come until youāre ready to fix it. Which you won't, you never do. You never will.
āI am going to pay for it at this rate because you are more worried about a wedding with a guy you met not even a year ago and God trust no one believes it will last.ā Condescension and itās not yet Wednesday. Itās spilled in the same tone she utilizes with you, the difference is sheās never been strong enough to reap what she sews.
Thereās fire in her eyes. The same fire she looked at your mother the few times she was reprimanded. The kind that tells you she loathes you with her entire soul and wants nothing but the worst for you. It translates perfectly through her words, ones that make you forget sheās the town sweetheart.Ā
āYou know what your problem is, Y/n? That Iāve always been able to find someone and you havenāt. Youāre lonely. A lonely, bitter spinstress. Bitter overall and thatās how youāll end if you keep acting like this. Mom was right about you. She always has been.ā She gives you no time to rebuttal with your own venom. Taking her belongings and slamming the kitchen door behind her while the words ānaiveā and ādumb-fuckā flood your brain knowing theyāre far less offensive than bitter and lonely.
Without trying to dwell, you exit the kitchen as well. Rolling your eyes with a huff as the scene replays. Your mother is gone, thereās no reason for you to hold your tongue, doing that for years has stunted your ability to defend yourself. Your little sister will always have the upper hand the longer you keep your motherās image etched inside your brain.Ā
She has no power over you. Not anymore. Free yourself. Tryā¦
You canāt, you probably wonāt. Because behind your disappointed father that sits on the steps of the stairs, your motherās portrait bores holes into you. Engraving every word your sister spat out with far more volition.
Monday: Humiliation
Maybe you were brash with your outburst yesterday. Perhaps you could have handled the discontent better but the longer the argument plays in your head the more and more you think thereās no way youāre going to apologize to your sister for that. Not even when said argument led to you making your way to the first funeral home by foot because she refused to pick up the phone.Ā
You couldnāt ask your father to drive you there nor were you going to ask anyone else in your family. Those leeches had only made an effort to contact you to ask for more things they could take and when turned down theyād drop their sugar bowls and act as sour as you remember them. Itās laughable. How high and mighty they act but turn into grimy beggars attempting to slither their way into the home for more and more things to steal.
Itās happened a handful of times since your arrival. All ending with you slamming the door in their faces and them calling you the same names your mother used to. Disguising their visit as a form to check on your father without waiting for him to come down the stairs before acting like debt collectors. By now he knows not to come down, heās always left panting and huffing on the last step when they leave.Ā
Thereās been a few times theyāve been able to fool you. Their appreciation for taking over the funeral plans soothing your soul and causing you to release a content sigh, all to come crumbling when they mention how this was a nice gift for your sister.Ā
āSo kind of you to take this off your sisterās hands. Sheās already stressed enough with the wedding, youāre truly an angel, Y/n.ā Itās so cut throat, fictitious, and treated like a burden. Each word pierces your jugular and is brought down to your chest, carving a cross over your skin. āGod bless you.ā The concluding words to whatever game they want to play at.Ā
āGod bless you.ā
A laugh leaves your mouth, covering it with your gloved hand as your head shakes. Oh, Y/n⦠What can you expect from your family? All so selfish and conceited. Spoiled and rotten. Rotten to the core.
The headphones on the Walkman threaten you to stop moving so much, inching closer to snapping off your head and leave you with the sound of cars driving past. Some, confused on why you would walk in this weather and lack of sidewalks. Thereās no time to explain that your sister and family are petty. Enough to not take care of your father while youāre gone and the only person you trust to look after him is the neighbor, Mrs. Mimi and her dog Rek. At least with them you know your fatherās belongings wonāt be gone within minutes.Ā
Usually youāre not against walking to places. Itās the only thing you can do back in the city where everything is within walking distance and at least the view is pretty. As pretty as skyscrapers and tourists are but itās better than cracked pavement, rickety old homes with old men sitting on the porch nearly naked despite the freezing temperatures, and roadkill almost every day. Anyhow, you hate to admit that youād rather see this than the horrendous interior design of this first funeral home.
You can blame the lighting and the textures of every surface. Despite this, nothing justifies how horrendous acid yellow carpeting and neon purple wood paneling look together. Obnoxious in the way that forces your brain to transmit the message of hurling your guts out and nothing would show on the carpet. Perhaps itās happened before according to the stench ā discarding the cadavers below ground.
āShit show.ā You huff under your breath, taking out a notepad from your purse.Ā
āWhat was that?ā It comes out friendly, playful despite the chill it forces all over your body. Swiveling on your heel to turn to two men emerging from the backroom. They smile acknowledging your presence but donāt press the matter. āSorry, how may I help you?ā The shorter one smiles. Itās scarily similar to Pee-wee Hermanās, far more disturbing. You chalk it up to his growing bald spot, making him look like an aging uncle despite most likely being around your age.
āHelloā¦ā Nervously, your hand waves. āIām Y/n, I called yesterday about funeral plans.ā His ankles click with each other, knees straightening up as his face lights up comically. As if a light bulb actually lit before his eyes. āRight! Ms. Y/l/n, I was just showing Mr. Jung what the plan consists of. Would you want to see it too or do I leave you two to discuss it?ā His ominous and strained smile returns, blinking too fast for his own liking and it makes him look frightening but perhaps that uneasiness is what keeps the place in business.Ā
He doesnāt seem to catch onto your confusion on why youād talk with the taller stranger beside him. In comparison to the funeral director, the other man is relaxed. His hands remain inside his wool coat, dark as his hair that makes his skin seem brighter. He was a little too pale for this area, even in the winter the sun shines bright.Ā
Youāre within seconds of concluding that heās an attendant until he speaks up, hands coming out of the coat pockets. āMr. Holmes, would you mind giving Ms. Y/l/n and I, a minute alone to discuss?ā And that only manages to furrow your eyebrows further to the point your eyes may be bulging out. Youāve never been good at hiding your emotions. Your mother made sure to take full advantage of that.
The funeral director isnāt told twice. Leaving a packet with the stranger that thanks him before releasing a heavy sigh and rocking in his heels as his eyes mimic yours. He shakes his head, making an odd expression with his mouth that tells you something you know already.
āShit show.ā
And it bothers you how easy it was for him to knock down your defensiveness to snicker along with him.Ā
When both seem to calm down, he clears his throat, extending his hand for you to shake. Skeptically you take it, never removing your gloves and clutching the pen in your other hand. āY/nā¦ā He smiles fondly, his other hand coming to clutch yours as well. It feels odd and it confuses you, enough to bubble up an upset.
āY/n Y/l/n, itās been so long since Iāve seen you.ā An airy chuckle of finality escapes him, his head dips as he smiles widely like youāve known each other for ages while the only thing that crosses your mind is: āWho the fuck is this guy?ā Itās obvious in the way youāre giving him that same reserved look from seconds ago. One he chalks up to the distance and he shakes his head to relax.
āFrom your AP world history and APUSH classes⦠Remember me?ā His voice lilts, eyebrow twitching as he recalls. You truly donāt know what heās talking about and while his expressions are soft, yours are in perpetual incertitude. āWell, we went to the same middle and high school but- I donāt know, I thought high school would be easier for you to recall. You remember me, right?āĀ
His tone doesnāt falter, heās still as joyous as youāve first heard him. Heās trying his darn best but if youāre being honest to yourself, you have no idea who this man is. Your body betrays you though, faux laugh escaping your lips as you nod. āYeah! Yeah⦠AP Biology, right?ā Your eyebrows donāt unknit and there is when he begins to question himself. He hums but shakes his head despite his smile slowly falling.Ā
āNo, no⦠We only had the same AP humanities classes.ā
āAh⦠Yeah, APUSH.ā
Itās difficult to understand how easily discomfort settles.
āVictor Asuel, right?ā While you smile, he replicates it uncomfortably. āThe one that got a perm and had to go bald when it burnt the scalp, yeah?ā Jaehyun joins you in an uneasy laugh, shaking his head to awkwardly correct you. āNo, Jaehyun. Jung. I sat next to you in world history and well⦠APUSH.ā He chuckles uncomfortably, his hands finally leaving yours to shove them in his coat pockets. Hurt, youāre aware of that.
āSorryā¦ā Itās a dead end you donāt think youāre able to get out of. Charismatic as he is, he smiles shaking his head. āForget about it, itās fine. Itās been a while, yeah.ā He nods, looking at your face to memorize all expressions. āItās been over ten years anyways.āĀ
Jaehyun sucks in his teeth, sighing afterwards. āIām also your sister's fiance if that helps.ā Itās muted and less exciting than the original topic. It doesnāt help, you had no care of who she was marrying if youāre being sincere but at least you know thereās another reason for him to talk to you.Ā
āOh. Okay.āĀ
āThoughts on the plan?ā This time you try to break the silence. āShit show.ā He repeats, shaking his head with that same nice smile of his. Heās comfortable and thatās good enough for you. āOn three we run out?ā You suggest and that smile widens showing his pearly whites. The likes, emphasizing the lines around his nose, the type that tells you heās smiling genuinely hard.Ā
āNow!ā His hand takes a hold of your arm pulling you out of the funeral home while the entrance bell blares for the funeral director that youāre running out without sealing the deal. Mr. Holmes must have smelt the rejection from down the mortuary that he runs upstairs with a bloodied apron still on, stumbling on the disgusting carpet that stains his polished shoes.Ā
He yells something that sounds like begging whines, intermixed with growls. All fading when he covers his mouth with his fist, the other clutching his disgusting apron. Jaehyun had learned that this funeral home was the most successful one. Not a single decline for the past two years ā of course all due to their pushiness. This will be the first time. You make sure to annotate that on the pocket notebook youāve been clutching since entering.
That initiated your journey of looking through funeral homes with him. Jaehyun wasnāt quiet, he liked to talk a lot. If the dog was pissing on the side of the road heād laugh then become concerned for its safety but wouldnāt stop the car to help it onto the sidewalk.Ā
He talked about how horrible the paneling in the second funeral home was. How the humidity had sunk in and now the walls were swollen. He talked about the light fixtures in the second funeral home. The light bulbs were foggy and therefore made the place look disgusting. It reminded you eerily of your mother. Word for word and it made you resent him without trying. Jaehyun talked a lot about everything but mostly about a past that you donāt recall.
āDo you remember Dorcas Reus.ā He animatedly questions. āNo.ā You respond, scowling at how the whipped cream on his milkshake clung to his cheek. āNo, I donāt either.ā He nods to himself without looking at you. This time he hesitates, lips twisting to the side as he contemplates his next words.
āIām sorry for your loss, Y/n.ā There it is. Took him long enough considering the nature of your time together this day. You reassure him with a smile, nodding while the words slowly process in your brain and your mouth agrees to let them out. It doesnāt want to but your tongue force them out. āThank you.ā He shares a quizzical look, one that tells you that maybe your answer is too cold and simple for peopleās liking but itās the best you can do.
If he had anything to say about it, he ignores it. āTruly, she was like a second mom to me.ā Thereās sincerity in each word that curdles the milk in your own milkshake, etching a scowl in your face as you push the glass away.Ā
Itās rich, coming from a stranger.Ā
Itās rich, of course anything associated with your sister will receive your motherās love more than youāve ever felt.Ā
Itās rich.
āRight.āĀ
He purses his lips, halting whatever words he had said afterwards from hearing you interject. He breathes through his nose, back firm against the cold backrest of the dinerās booth. Itās easy to sense what he feels, at least in that subject you can relate to him.
āWhy isnāt my sister here by the way?ā
āRight!ā Itās more joyous coming from his mouth. Dwindling when the nature of reality comes back to him and it presents itself as a deep blush across his face and scorching warmth at the back of his neck. He rubs at it to cool it down but your steady gaze makes it unbearable. āYou see, we had dinner with some others in your family.ā Almost everyone. āAnd theyāre all busy with the wedding, sheās busy with the wedding⦠I offered, itās the least I can do for your mom.āĀ
Words are heavy in his mouth, thumping against the vinyl tabletop and bouncing your way. You know heās sincere and that makes you hate him a bit more. He has more love for your mother than you and that bothers you. Because while youāre doing it out of self prescribed guilt and obligation heās doing it because he actually likes her.Ā
Tuesday: SuffocationĀ
Jaehyun was much quieter the following day. Thatās not to say he didnāt squabble at any given chance. Who knew he was highly passionate about tap shoes. All stemming from you giggling at how ugly some tap shoes in a garbage bin were. He scolded you like youāve known each other for years. That may be true in his reality but in yours, you have no idea who this man is.Ā
He fears youāve suffered from memory loss. Recalling almost every single event that you two went through in your early academic years but when you hum with a nod and he can tell youāre lying about remembering he sighs and nods, giving you a name of a classmate that he hasnāt talked to in years but recalls for some odd reason.
He was highly passionate about paneling as well. Yesterday, that was an important factor that made him discard all the other funeral homes. Today it was the flooring and after touring two other ones that expected you to give them your first born, here he was conversing with the funeral home director the same age as your father about how horrible things have become since Reagan entered. In the short span youāve been with him, youāve learned that heās comfortable and decided.Ā
Mr. Nix was no better than Jaehyun, jumping from interest to interest like the fleas on the stray cat. He feeds it tuna and deli meats, the only things he will eat, Mr. Nix claims, emerging from the backroom with a packet and a bag of cookies in his other hand. Jaehyun chuckles along with him and youāre thankful that heās here for the poor old man would be nothing but uncomfortable if it was just you.
He truly has a beautiful funeral home. The walls resemble your grandmotherās. Pristine white but clean with rinceau scrolls wrapping around the bottom and top of each wall. Thereās no carpet, thankfully. Beautiful mosaic flooring with spring colors replacing it and form an image of an angel in the center where the body will be seen. Itās too expensive from sight alone and you fear what it will come to but this is for your mother. Even in death you try to please her.
āIāve circled the pain points and the discounts amounted. We can handle a payment plan. I donāt usually do that but I can trust you folks.ā He completes his chuckle, placing the packet on the marble counter. He turns somber, looking at the cookies as if they contain his soul. āHere,ā he addresses you after all this time with a smile. āIām sorry for your loss, dear. Lavender lemon cookies, they were your momās favorite⦠Your dadās too.āĀ
The sincerity in his expression makes your chest ache. He knows your parents, he knows what your mother likes and what your father does too. He knows them and is making an effort to acknowledge your dad⦠unlike the rest of the world. Itās uncharacteristic of you but you sigh with a wide smile, taking the older man into an embrace.Ā
It takes him by surprise, though, heās the wiser to know this is a confused little girl that needs some comfort. He pats your head ā throwing a look at Jaehyun, one which means more to the younger than intended ā while wrapping his own arms around you before you ease out of it within seconds. Embarrassed by yet another public humiliation ritual of your own.Ā
āThank you, Mr. Nix⦠weāll see you soon.āĀ
He nods, perplexed by your response. A sheer layer of horror from what Jaehyunās eyes tell him and for a second he could be confused with clairvoyant if he was to speak his mind.Ā
Too much affection in one gaze. Too much affection for too little time.
You attempt to flip through the package in the car while he drives to the flower shop you were meant to meet your sister. Albeit, the weight of the cookies in your palm is uncomfortable. The clear bag prickles your skin, unbearable like the touch of microfiber cloth with the exception in which you feel this ten times worse. They smell divinely, youāll give them that but your mind gnaws with memories youāve pushed away with this confection in particular.Ā
Jaehyun is considerate enough to not question it. While he loves to talk, he knows you donāt. The most he utters is: āWeāre here.ā while he parks the car, a pathetic side smile attempting to comfort you. You thank him regardless, heās been good enough to sweet talk the directors while you examine what the plans included.Ā
Heās been company. Good enough company.
Thereās only three times youāve been inside of the flower shop. Once to buy your mother a bouquet for motherās day that she hated with her entire soul. Second, for your parentās fifteenth anniversary. And most recently for your motherās funeral preparations. Itās comforting how nothing has changed besides seasonal flowers and plants.
Your sister doesnāt hesitate to greet him with a kiss when the threshold is crossed. Pushing you aside like any obstacle in her way. Lord only knows your state of mind for this act was comforting and familiar enough that you smile to yourself, something Jaehyun doesnāt miss.
They converse for the time being, you donāt waste time on flipping through the mangled pieces of funeral arrangement catalogs and looking around to find flowers. Some look too old and battered for the price and others are simply to ugly for an arrangement. Well⦠maybe your mom does deserve those.
Youāre not too sure when Jaehyun had joined your side. You only recall your eyebrows knitting when he pointed at something in your pocket notebook. āYou misspelled that.ā He utters playfully and it bothers you beyond belief that you ripped off the page and begin from the top again while listing all the flowers you thought were good. He responds with nods and hums, similar to the ones you give your sister when she shows you flowers instead of her soon to be husband.
She doesnāt trust him. She doesnāt trust her soon to be husband.
The grating voice in the back of your head keeps gnawing at your brain, reaching your eye sockets and forcing your eyelids to bunch up together the louder your sister laughs with the clerk and Jaehyunās voice rumbles against your ear drums. Incessant and miserable, yet, not comparable to the twinging screech of the credit card imprinter laughing at you for another failed attempt at maintaining the peace.Ā
Eyes wide open, your body abrasively turns to your sister and the clerk. Reaching them with three long strides while your eyes bore holes into the imprinter thatās full to the max with your fatherās credit card. āWhat the hell?ā Itās raw and vulnerable and so pathetic that you want to rip your hair out when all she musters is a pitiful mocking-faux-confused grin.Ā
āWhy did you ask to meet here if youāre not even helping in finding flower arrangements for momās funeral?ā Good, less whiny but still pathetic in everyoneās eyes. āJaehyun is here for that.ā She shrugs nonchalantly all the while she signs the receipt the clerk hands her.Ā
āWhatās that for?ā Jaehyun interjects in the conversation. His lips are puckered in a way youāve never seen and his features are sharper than youād ever imagine they could become. She dismisses him too. With a scoff this time to express her discontent and it makes you question many menial things that shouldnāt matter in this second. āLast minute additions, donāt worry.ā
Jaehyun felt far more bothered than youād think heād be. Frustration carves itself on his face and for a second you believe the words spewing from his mouth would tattoo themselves onto his face. āWe came to a deal that youād stop spending on the wedding. Itās too near for you to spend willy-nilly when you should worry about your mother!ā He does not intend to bawl, obvious by the red that tinges his ears.Ā
You donāt fall too behind, taking advantage of Jaehyunās generosity knowing heād back you up if things worsen. āWe had a deal too. You canāt just spend dadās money on things you donāt need anymore. The caterer was enough, Jesus Christ!ā Her name teeters near the precipice of your tongue but that would humanize her too much.Ā
Bewilderment becomes her new acquaintance. Visibly upset at the turn of events that hold her words off in the back of her throat with a net of saliva too thick to swallow. Airy protests, the best she can utter before her body has mercy on her and she screeches, offendedly at the gang up sheās never experienced before. Only witnessed through your disadvantage.
āWell fucking sue me!ā Her arms flail animatedly, harsh when they grace against both your arms āaccidentallyā. Her mouth is still puckered in offended disbelief showing more than her teethā those gums sheās not fond of. āFucking sue me for wanting a pretty wedding as a way to cope over mom being fucking dead!ā And so bratty. āCancel it! Cancel the transaction and take the stupid card if Iām such a burden to you two!ā
How familiar, how comforting. It brings a smile to your face and your eyes close for a second. She truly is your motherās daughter. Even in the way she runs out of the flower shop, crocodile tears staining her tulle scarf.Ā
Her theatrics force your head to shake with an eye roll as you sign the canceling transaction forms. The clerk is upset at the loss but very much entertained with Jaehyunās dilemma. The man standing in the middle of the store with hands on his hips looking at the crystal door and seeing your sister hop inside the car.Ā
You donāt hear any crying, thatās something she still needs to learn to do. Cry loud enough to be heard from miles away to get her tantrum through. Thatās what mom would do.Ā
āLilies or peonies?ā You ask the clerk, a contemplative look on her face. She thinks both are horrid but will offer you both to make up for the loss you caused. āLavender,ā Jaehyun answers for her. It shocks you that heās still in here and not with your sister. No, it upsets you that heās still here. With you and not her.Ā
āShe hated lavender.ā You deny confidently, that is the one thing youāre sure about your mother. Heās kind and gentle, at least his smile is when he attempts to correct you. āShe always bought lavender stocks. Said they were the most delicious thing sheās ever known to exist.ā Itās a fond memory of his. āMr. Nix is right. She loved lavender lemon cookies.āĀ
His stupid chuckle was the lowest blow, not even the way his eyes narrowed pissed you off more than his stupid affectionate tone. And if he had doubts that you were your mothers daughter and his fiancee's sister, heād be reassured you are with the way you shut the dingy catalogs and shove your pocket notebook into your purse. Brashly walking out of that overbearing floral shop.Ā
Jaehyun is sweet. Heās kind and patient. Heās understanding, putting his incessant vice of speaking behind to let you think in peace. His glances donāt go unnoticed by you and you donāt know how to take it. His presence annoys you but itās also very comforting that you donāt know how youād handle these preparations without his support. Itās a game of push and pull where youāre the only one playing at his expense and heās still there. Stuck with nostalgia over things you donāt recall.
āDo you remember Karla Morris?ā
āThatās not a real person.ā
āI know.ā Jaehyun turns to you at a stop light, laughing at your attempt to emulate him. You smile at him flatly which is good enough for him to know youāre feeling better.Ā
āI want to eat dinner with my dad tonight.ā Jaehyun nods, taking a right. āI do too. Weāll pick something up on the way.ā He quickly adds before you push him away. So little time and he knows your habits already. Allowing the word āaloneā to die in the cavity of your mouth and expel through a sigh that draws you towards the lavender lemon cookies on your lap. Your fingers shiver with a need to crush each one inside the bag.
āShe hated lavender lemon cookies. She made it a mission to remind me every day after she spat out the ones I made for her.ā A frown tugs at your lips, received with neutral understanding. āSaid it tasted like stale soap.ā Your chuckle mustāve been so bitter that his hand lands on yours, letting one of the cookies crack underneath the weight.
āHow long ago was that?ā
āI was twelve.ā
āHow old are you now?ā
Like clockwork, your neck cranes slowly. Eyes narrowed in a mix of disdain and playfulness. āI know what youāre doing.ā You crack a smile, annoyed but amused. Irritated but surprisingly endeared. He laughs louder than before, his smile as big as when you first met him.Ā
āMinds change, people change, taste buds too⦠maybe consider it.ā Itās so easy for him to say that it reminds you why his presence irritates you so much. Heās sweet, kind, and patient. Then he speaks and itās a giveaway that he doesnāt understand. Not the way you want him to.Ā
Your mother never changes. She was adamant in drilling that through everyone's head. Boasting and celebrating when she had heard a song the previous year that resonated with her about nothing being able to change her.
āWho cares what I do and say. Iām this way and Iāll never change.ā
Your mother is two sides of the same coin that you and Jaehyun share with the exception that youāll always be on the losing end when it comes to flipping it. Jaehyun understands when to step down but he doesnāt understand what it is to be your motherās child. Let alone her oldest daughter.
Wednesday: Condescension
āHey! Settle in, dad is watching TV. Iāll be in the kitchen with Mrs. Mimi for a bit.āĀ
The house is livelier than Jaehyun recalls. His last visit was the day your mother was taken away and the color had been drained from every wall in this vicinity. Now itās warm and homey again like Christmas Eve. You as well, he blindly believes. Your inviting smile lures him into a reality where nothing life altering has happened. A smile he remembers vividly on a thirteen year old Y/n, as foreign it is to you now.
He knows this house like the back of his hand and when he reaches your father thereās a serenity to his face that calms Jaehyun further. Your motherās portraits are soft again and thereās noise in the house. So much noise that makes Jaehyun want to sigh in relief. Things are normal again! Please be normal againā¦
Rek is next to your dadās recliner chair, grumbling when he smells Jaehyun. He wasnāt familiar with Mrs. Mimi nor her dog but he often left treats for it outside the front door per request from your dad. Your mother hated it and through the pet, Jaehyun could taste the demise youāve known for longer. One crack on the wall doesnāt always bring it down.
Catalogs are scattered across the rug, TVās reflection on the worn out glossy covers. Neither speak for what feels like an eternity after greetings, entertained with their own fixations. Your father mimicked the dogās complaints with everything wrong from last year's F1 championship results. He hated every single driver and team but his hate watch was more entertaining.
āY/n, your boyfriend is on screen.ā He calls over when the rerun for the Portugal Grand Prix began. āY/n likes Nigel Mansell.ā Your father clears it with Jaehyun as if it was meant to bother the younger. Jaehyun smiles cluelessly, āHeās not very good.ā Your dad whispers, you still hear him. āHe lost the championship by two points, donāt be like that.ā You defend in a whine and Jaehyun understands now why your father would try to clear things up with him.
āHeās too old for you.ā
āHeās only five years older.ā
āWell he looks too old.ā
Your dadās quibble is comedic and protective; Jaehyun scowls, confused on how this man was anywhere near both your ages when he looked to be nearing your fatherās age. Happy on the podium with his trophy and champagne on hand looking in his 40s, only thirty-three.
Itās all forgotten when you lie besides him on the floor, flipping through worn out catalog pages and jotting down notes. Itās a different notebook now. This one is in brown leather and binder rings in the middle. Loose pages of paper, cards, and receipts in every pocket. Occasionally youāll make a wrong move that makes many of those scrap pages slip out. From that heās seen a few words that he doesnāt think heās meant to see. Itās the most heās received to be filled in on your life.Ā
Now he knows you like a daily Dunkinā. You frequent the movie theater six times a week (one singular ticket with a large drink), spend too much at Tower Records, and hate going to the mall but love to watch people. "Pathetic, solitary, weird, but real.ā as it read from the back of a dirty Pretzel Peddler receipt.
You donāt ask him for input on the flower arrangements. Both of you working in silence with a few glances from your dad here and there. Jaehyun himself flips through catalogs, reading everything you jot down without finding your notes useful.Ā
While prices and deals claim your focus, Jaehyunās is taken by the symbolism of even the smallest flower he can find. Youāve chosen pre-made arrangements and wreaths, all white and boring. His lips twist in a disappointed scowl that lets it pass while he circles the things he likes.Ā
He doesnāt stop your robotics until you pull out the order form. Sliding closer to you with urgency, gripping your hand to not continue. āThose are nice, yeah. But⦠here,ā he points at the first flowers he marked. āYour mom got a kick out of pulling little pranks. Laughing when the kids that set off car alarms were zapped every time they attempted to ding-dong-ditch. Geraniums, for happiness, joy.āĀ
There, that fondness is again. The one that laughs at you for not knowing small things. Reinforced when your dad lets out a sly chuckle himself, shaking his head at a memory youāre fabricating in your head.Ā
āI think if we add purple Morning Glories for happiness, blue Day lilies that have represented mothers since the Tang Dynasty and white Lilies and Roses like you originally planned then weād have good arrangements with a message.āĀ
Jaehyun is ecstatic, the twinkle in his eyes tell you he means no malice but the seed that your mother planted whispers in your ear that heās doing it for the same reasons little kids that like to gloat speak about their vacation trips and birthday presents.
Words tussle among themselves in your mouth, fighting to see in which tone they will leave and whether theyāll be harsh or not. Shaky as they come, rattling every tooth in your mouth, āToo colorful, no? She hated blue.ā So matter-of-factly that makes Jaehyun smile politely knowing heās going to correct you.
āShe loved blue. Wore it daily after that blue dress you had for our silver anniversary.ā Your dad kindly recalls the memory.Ā
The same blue dress she called you a doxy for.Ā
Jaehyunās twinkle dies when he turns to you. He canāt see your eyes but feels the heat from your body radiate. āOkay, write them down.ā You push the form and pen his way, taking the unopened catalogs. āAnd add Petunias in there.ā He doesnāt question the finality, not the significance. Itās the least he can do.
Mrs. Mimi calls for everyone, dinner was ready despite it being four in the afternoon. Your father is the most eager, cackling like he hasnāt since the doomed day. Itās nice enough to kill it with your questions.Ā
āDad? Did mom really like lavender?ā Sheepish and childlike, memories that are not strong enough to dwindle the ache in his chest. He turns to you, forcing a smile with his nod. āYes⦠everyone that wanted her knew lavenders were her favorites. Theyād give these huge bouquets that would make her sneeze. I always gave her the smallest ones, she said it was the perfect amount every time.ā He laughs, ignoring your stare to let the fond memories flow. āShe would make lavender lemon cookies with them. Your grandma, though, hated them. Spat them out every time there was any and called them soap.ā He shakes his head frantically, more so to avoid the guilt from your glazing eyes.
Forsaken with the clicking of keys when your sister opens the front door.Ā
Dinner goes as expected, silent besides the blaring voice of your sister talking about her wedding. Mrs. Mimi is the only one to ask questions and Jaehyun gives polite smiles and nods to your sister for reassurance. He doesnāt know what sheās talking about but this makes her happy.
Your dad on the other hand had reverted to the state you saw him when you first arrived. Eating slowly while you flip through JCPenny catalogs for the outfit your mother was to choose. Everything is horrendous and overpriced, choosing whatever looks the most appropriate.Ā
āThatās hideous, Y/n. Donāt do that.ā Your sister cuts off her wedding talk, projecting a disgusted face at the white dress you had circled. You had drowned out her voice for the past hour that it startled you to be acknowledged. The deer-in-headlights look like you gave her only forcing a scoff to leave. Snatching the catalog from your hands and sliding it her way.Ā
Disgusted, sheās not shy about it with every flip of the page. Sly comments here and there while Jaehyun whispers that itās unnecessary. āNo, mom would rather die again than be seen wearing these.ā She pettishly wails, the same offended look from yesterday. When Jaehyun turns quiet and your dad stops eating, she halts her own actions knowing it may have been tone deaf.
āSilly sisā¦ā She giggles. āIām just saying that if you had stayed youād know she wasnāt a fan of simple but not quite flashy.ā No matter how sugar sweet her voice is, the patronizing doesnāt quaver. She gives you the smile she uses to calm down Jaehyun with no effect at all on you.Ā
āFine, you choose that and let me choose the jewelry from her box before you keep them, yeah?ā You try to reason, sighing exhaustively with your fingers raking through your tousled hair. And if the clothes were bad, the mention of jewelry was far worse.Ā
āWhat?! No! No, no.ā She laughs off her feelings, nervous with the confused looks that even Mrs. Mimi is giving her now. Itās awkward and tense but she canāt believe this is being said to her. āNo, I just think itās dangerous. Itās going to be an open casket service and with how the family has been actingā¦ā Her head bobbles with the insinuation. Sheās right but you also know her and you know sheās full of shit. āI think itās best that she doesnāt take anything. Free of worry for everyone and she can rest without having to think of grave thieves as well.āĀ
Youād think she made a great point with the self reassured nod she gives, looking at her fiance to make sure heās following her drift but turns to your father angrily when Jaehyun glares at her. Something she hasnāt seen since you arrived. Your dad on the other hand avoids her gaze the way he avoided yours.
Heās always been cowardly.
āYou wonāt even let her take her daily wear? Not her ring and earrings, at least?ā The disbelief in your voice irks her, annoyed that your voice sounds as patronizing as hers when addressing you. Youāve overstayed your time and if it wasnāt for the funeral planning she wouldāve kicked you out like your mother times past. No, she simply sighs, and shakes her head with a faux pensive look on her face.
āI want to wear them for my weddingāā
āYou have two large jewelry boxes for that.ā
āSomething borrowed⦠something old, something new, something blue. The daily fits all the marks.ā
No she wasnāt going to give her jewelry to be buried six feet underground. Who is she to let good jewelry corrode for no one to see?
Your motherās favorite daughter.
āIf you see fitā¦ā Your father answers before you can, eyes glued to the dog that silently wails in pain for reasons unknown to you all. āDad⦠she loved those earrings.ā You try to reason, begging in silence for him to look at you. To look at you when youāre speaking, for fucks sake!
Heās not strong enough for that. Heās never been strong for anything related to your mother. Mustering only the art of shaking his hand to settle things down. āIt would be lovely to see either of you wear them⦠It so happens your mother wants her to have them. They are hers now to decide their faith.ā The heaviness of his voice is heartbreaking and it turns your mind to sludge. The toxic kind that evaporates and poisons the entire universe if itās let out. Like fungal spores.
āEven dad knows best.ā Your sister throws the rock that decidedly let out that venom and for their own good you shake your own thoughts away, fingernails clinging to the cushion as you push your chair away. Your fatherās disappointment on your sister matters no more, he still made his choice to enable her choices. Heās a coward as much as Jaehyun that only offers apologetic looks.
āYes⦠Excuse me then, Iāll go make some calls.ā You utter with your fatherās monotonous voice. He winces hearing the similarities and the sound of your steps. A coward. He knows heās a coward but will do nothing about it. Heās lived too long this way.
You donāt know how long time passes, all you know is your nose wonāt stop being stuffy and your eyes are trying to force out tears that wonāt come. Making you feel like the worst daughter to ever exist.Ā
Itās useless to try to cry, groaning out of frustration and taking the pack of cigarettes you bought a few days ago when you felt the same way. Making your way out your room to chip a piece of paint from your motherās hallway portraits on the way downstairs towards the backyard.Ā
A fluorescent blue that was always calming as a child illuminates the pool. Moonlight makes it more soothing and it reminds you of the times you spent your summers as toddlers swimming with your sister and father at night because thatās the only times you'd see him in those days.Ā
The days when your sister inherently loved you.Ā
The memory fades away with the smoke you exhale, trying to cling with no avail after the sigh that follows right after.
āMind if I have one?ā Jaehyunās soothingly grating voice cranes your neck. The sound of the sliding doors keeps you grounded. Tossing the box his way to catch, with a box of matches. He manages to catch the larger box while the matches recoil in his grasp, jumping into the pool.Ā
A bummer, you really liked the iconography in the back.
āSorryā¦ā He sighs, scolded with the look you give him when you stand up from your crouching position. Connecting your lit cigarette with his. The proximity to his face lets you see the small details you hadnāt noticed this entire time. His eyes are darker than you remember. Theyāre nice, theyāre warm. You like themā¦
Jaehyun had been inhaling deeply during the transaction, heavily letting it out in the form of smoke when he thanked you. A good distance between you both that transcends into a comfortable silence; cigarettes racing among each other to see which one burns the fastest.Ā
Ironically, his does, leaving him with nothing else to concentrate on besides what he has been thinking about telling you all afternoon. He licks his lower lip, looking between you, the conch shell ashtray that looks too familiar, the pool, and you again. His eyes tracing over that pattern to put off the remaining bud.Ā
āIāll talk to her. About the jewelry. Donāt worry.ā He nods like heās doing you a favor. The last bit of cigarette burning away with the stare you give him. Exuding energy that makes your cigarette burn faster and force the smoke to frantically leave.Ā
āCan we not?ā Irritated was the tone of your voice that made him wince and cower away. āIām sorry.ā He offers and he truly is but the awkwardness eats him away. Heās like a child trying to bond with their cool older neighbor that pays them no mind and finds them annoying.
āEveryone just seems to know her more than I do, itās pathetic.ā You derail, itās whiny and peevish like your sisterās tone. āDoes it fully bother you?ā He questions, weighing the similarities. āIt does for now but I think once I go back, I wonāt care again.ā Your lips purse, humming contemplatively. He mimics yours expressions and sounds, nodding as a difference. āCount your days then.ā
Not much has made you laugh but this does, showing him a smile he hasnāt seen in days. āIt sounds like a threat.ā You joke, he follows with a chuckle and a grin, āIt is. But a threat to not think too much about it.āĀ
He knows how to kill the mood.
āItās my momās funeral, how can I not?ā Youāre irked. He knows heās irked you once again and he yearns to know when he should stop. Itās overbearing and tiring for him to keep fucking up but he doesnāt know when to stop talking.Ā
āI didn't mean it like that, Iām sorry⦠That was too aloof on my part, I'm sorry.ā He begs, eyebrows knitted looking at you. His eyes are still dark but hurt unlike earlier.
āI don't know how to take it either, Jaehyun.ā You grumble, standing up from your spot, putting the cigarette bud off on the delicate shell that cracks with the heat. The silence surrounding both isnāt comfortable like it was only a few minutes ago. Itās tense and intoxicating, filling his lungs with tar making them heavy and he knows he canāt stay here for longer.
āHer wedding outfit. What she was going to wear for our wedding. You should choose that.ā It sounds strange, āour weddingā like heās talking about his and your wedding not his and your sisterās wedding. You go stiff at the thought, itās too intimate and immoral. Itās you now that needs to get out of there before you let the repression do or say anything stupid.Ā
Your hands tingle when they clasp onto the sliding door handle, his gaze on your turned back holding you in place. Youāre sure neither of you know what either want but whatever youāre feeling shouldnāt be there. A goodnight is polite, better than bye yet neither wants to leave your cold lips aching for warmth. No, rather you slide the door open leaving him behind.
Between your own, your motherās ghostās, and your fatherās judgment the heaviness persists the longer the older man looks at you without speaking. Heās looking at you. Heās finally looking at you directly in the eyes with a distraught disappointment as if he knows what youāre thinking. There he knew youāre also your fatherās daughter. Cowering away from anything remotely complicated. The words evident in the harsh smoke of your fatherās own cigar when walking past him.
Thursday: Pathetic
Jaehyun hadnāt mentioned anything from the previous night when he came around to pick you up. Your father hadnāt either, not like he would anyways. Mrs. Mimi had let Jaehyun in, forcing him to eat breakfast with the rest of you while Rek growled at him anytime he got near you to speak. The dog truly was not fond of him for whatever reason which wounded Jaehyun and confused you. Your father didnāt voice it but thought the dog was too perspective for either of you. The boundary that separates it all.
But Rek wasnāt here with you two at the funeral home, listening to the radio that gets drawn out by Mr. Nix and Jaehyun as they speak about the weather while you flip through the order forms to make sure everything is correct.Ā
You nitpick at everything. From Jaehyunās horrible chicken scratch handwriting to the awkward paint chips on the decor. Similar enough and in places that resemble the ones youāve made on your motherās portraits around the house these past days.
āLavender and Lilies⦠thatās lovely⦠your mother wouldāve loved it.ā Mr. Nixās soothing voice attracts your attention, craning your neck to see him reading the order form still in your hands.Ā
He smiles widely, laughing quietly until it turns into a sob upon sensing your eyes on him. Itās startling, feeling like a bubble for only you two being created. Jaehyun was no longer anywhere in sight and the doorbells by the backdoor kept ringing melodiously. Youāve never been great in these situations.Ā
Comfort was only granted by coworkers after you got scolded for a mistake, none very genuine. Or by strangers who wanted the feel of one night with you. Mr. Nix wants nothing of that sort from you, youāre not even sure if he wants comfort with the way his smile tries to not seize.Ā
āI loved your mother, you know. She was my first love and I want to think I was hers too.ā He sniffles, a handkerchief in his hand that you never saw him take out. āOf course she would say your father was but she had been choosing between the two before going steady with either.ā He nods as if it was common sense. You knew your mother loved your father but she could have loved him as much as you with the way she took her hatred out on him when you werenāt around.
āYour grandmother never liked me. Not sure why but she just didn't.ā He shrugs, lips pursed in surrender. āYour mother would say it was because I made her happy and itās something your grandmother didn't like. I could see that.ā
Oh.
The apple was rotten right to the core from all those that came before.Ā
āI donāt know when it happened but suddenly the next thing I knew about your mother was that she was getting married to your father. That sent me into a spiral and when I returned from my breakdown trip, you were already here.ā Melancholy floods those poor foggy eyes, cataracts forming from pain. He looks at you for longer than youād like, sensing his desire to know what floods your mind but youāre as hard to read as your mother was, eliciting a chuckle.Ā
āI gave her one last call to ask how labor had been, to make sure she was fine and when you cried, we both said our goodbyes. We knew that was it. Y/n, thatās the name weād give a girl if we ever had one.āĀ
Thereās no more wonder why Jaehyun and Mr. Nix get along so well, both are horrendous at keeping to themselves and both know how to irk your nerves beyond belief.Ā
Maybe this is why your mother chose your mousy father rather than this chatterbox.
Regret floods Mr. Nix at your perpetual silence and where he hadnāt been able to tell what you were feeling earlier, he could feel your frustrated disgust concentrated in the blank look. Itās warm, piercing, and as painful as the ones your mother would give him.Ā
Youāre just like her.
Mr. Nix sighs, gaze dropping with a final sigh, āCongratulations on your wedding, dear. Jaehyun cares for you deeply. Trust meā¦ā It dawns upon you that Mr. Nix thought youāre the one marrying Jaehyun. It brings that similar pit in your stomach from last night.Ā
āOur wedding.ā
Yours and Jaehyunās. Not your sisters and Jaehyunās.
Every bone in your body attempts to not combust into powder. Neurons arguing among themselves on how to respond or if to ignore him. Heās added damage to your perception of your mother, youāre not too sure heās deserving of any more socially appropriate politeness.
The backdoor bells ring, blaring content for what is being brewed in this room. Itās uncomfortable, disgustingly sticky tension the while you look at Mr. Nix and he looks back at you with confusion and somewhat freight. Eerie how similar you resemble your mother.Ā
āReady to go? Apparently your sister wants me to pick up the veil.ā Jaehyun sighs looking at his pager, the TV guide in his hand crumpled with burnt edges. He had been clenching to it as he smoked one of your cigarettes.
āYes,ā You tear your gaze from the older of the three, he releases a breath he didnāt know he had been holding in. Glad this easy solution rids him of the painstaking sharp stab in his chest. āMr. Nix wanted to congratulate us.ā You add, turning back to him.
āOn?ā Jaehyun quizzically questions, āYour wedding, consider all of this my wedding gift for you both and⦠for your mother.ā Mr. Nix turns back to you, a polite apologetic smile for what he has dumped.Ā
Neither you or Jaehyun correct him, the latter thanking him with a hug while you wait by the door for him. He doesnāt speak to you the entirety of the car ride to the bridal shop. Perhaps heās angry you didnāt correct Mr. Nix but neither did he so itās much his fault as it is yours. Or perhaps heās grown tired of your hot and cold behavior with the slightest inconvenience.Ā
Regardless, itās not for him to care how you react nor do you care.
āWhy didnāt you correct him?ā He sighs, looking forward. He has that same sunken look he had given your sister last night. You donāt think itās comparable. In no form is your sister priving your mother of the luxury she grew to know to you not correcting your motherās old flame about who Jaehyun was to marry. If it mattered that much to him, then he shouldnāt have enabled the old man with a cheery smile and a hug.Ā
You still canāt fathom that he thought you and Jaehyun were the ones getting married. Are you not obvious with how little comfort you find in Jaehyun? Is it not obvious that you can barely stand him? Or is your solitude too grand that people find it a breath of fresh air that someone like Jaehyun floods your vicinity with his polite affection and caring nagging? As if heās doing you a favor.
Pathetic is what you are seen as in everyoneās eyes. Even Jaehyun's, it seems.
āIām not the one getting married. You are.ā
Friday: Has killed you
Itās filthy, disgusting, and shameful. The wake, everything is beautifully decorated, making you forget it's a funeral, save for the countless pictures of your mother and weeping crowd. You're not sure they're sincere but it makes your father feel calm seeing the masses of people approach the casket. "She's loved." He fondly claims, a sadden smile plastered on his face.
You don't have the heart nor will to remind him that they're all here for appearances and in hopes of taking more things once home. Maybe that's the pessimist in you who cannot fathom your mother being genuinely adored. The words affection and mother are foreign to each other in your mind.
Besides your aunts, sister ā surprising despite her indifference this entire weekā, and Mr. Nix, you don't hear much wailing. Your father is holding his breath to not shatter in front of all these people.
Chatter from one end to the other, mostly prayer. A part of you feels envious of their ability to let everything out. Why is it that you have to suffer with the weight of your unexplored emotions? Leaving you to dry heave or tear at your hair when nothing expels. Why is it so easy for everyone else to let things go?
Jaehyun's persistent staring doesn't make it any easier. He's made it a mission to fly around you like a hungry vulture waiting for its prey to finally give out and then consume.
Surely, he's not. He's making sure you're doing fine, keeping an eye on you but Lord, do you fucking loathe it. You don't understand it, would be a better descriptor, but it irritates you that he cares so much that you can't fathom any other emotion but dislike.
Perhaps what makes it worse is that your sister is there by his side, every second. You reckon you could handle it if it was just him. After all, this isn't the first time he's kept a watchful eye on you. He's done it the entire week, it just feels too real today out of all days.
Everything is felt too deeply. Today.
Tomorrow is your sister's wedding. Tomorrow is Valentine's Day. Tomorrow is meant to be happy and full of love. But today has killed you. Today has killed any positive perception of those around. It has killed your sensibility and everything is nothing but a shit show. A shit show like Jaehyun described when reconnecting.
Fuck, even that bothers you.
He talks and talks and talks about something that happened before college that you have no prior memory of. The people he mentions, the events, the laughter, the year. You don't remember anything prior to getting a bachelors, how is it that this stranger that is marrying your sister knows more about your life than you do?
How does he know more about your mother than you?
"Y/n!"
Embarrassing. Zoning out in your mother's funeral service.
Mrs. Mimi, the much perceptive, gives you a pitiful smile, hand to your shoulder to hand you a warm Dixie cup. Your head's attempt to shake is futile, the muscles of your neck refuse to move.Ā
"You look tired,"
"More like sickly." Your sister interrupts. Jaehyun looks down at her with furrowed eyebrows to scold. "Drink it, āshould give you some energy." Mrs. Mimi pushes the cup further into your hand. It's warm and comforting in a sense you haven't experienced.
Despite the bitter taste of ginger and apples in the tea, you drink it. It brings no energy boost, rather it makes you more sleepy but she had all the intention to make you feel better and that keeps you up for longer.
A mother. At least that is what you think a mother should do and Mrs. Mimi was a wonderful mother. Even to those she did not birth.
"Do you remember Jo Josephine?" Jaehyun utters, leaning into you. You hadn't realized when he had sat beside you or when you had been ushered onto a chair.
"No."
"No? Really?"
The surprise in his tone doesn't go overlooked. He tends to hum when you respond as such but not this time.
"She was your friend. Always wore a huge gardener hat and gloves with bee print." He chuckles, a surprised chuckle. "Yeah?" You hum, dazed. Well maybe the tea was effective in relaxing your senses. "No, I don't remember any of my friends. It's been too long since I saw any of them." You shrug, the nonchalance in your tone worrying Jaehyun.
Per usual, Jaehyun goes on a tangent about something you don't recall. You've learned to drown his voice out. Muffled in the sea of weeps, his laughter the only outlier that doesn't last long. Another voice joins him but you're too busy with the liquid in your cup to care for what they ought to say.
There's some liquid in the cup. Enough to submerge the small cubes of ginger and apples but cold against your tongue. You swivel around the cup, making it colder. For a part of you longs to be in their place than here. Swimming in a pool of cold water with no preoccupation of the outside world. Being inanimate sounds desirable.
"Y/n!"
It's that same incessant call from earlier. This time you're able to pin it to your sister that looks at you far more annoyed. She grumbles under her breath about something you don't care to hear as Mr. Nix gives you that same pitiful smile Mrs. Mimi had given you. It'd be ironic if he was to give you some tea as well.
"Carriage and burial space is ready to transfer your mother's body." He meekly comments, he's as stuffy as your sister had been. Mustering a nod, you stand up from your spot, not noticing Jaehyun's help when standing up. His hand feels warm against the small of your back.
A huge part of you wants to blame your disconnect with whatever Mrs. Mimi had given you. One second you were standing up at the funeral home giving Jaehyun a long look that for once made your sister quizzical and upset while his hand remained on you and the next you're watching how roses are being tossed over your motherās casket as Jaehyun ushers you into Mrs. Mimi's car.
The priest's prayer had been the only thing you remember vividly. Reciting every word in hushed murmurs ā drowned by the cackling and chattering in the other rooms of the house ā while serving coffee into Dixie cups. Mrs. Mimi often tries to take the tray away from your hands and Rek to absorb all of your attention. Both fail miserably.
Jaehyun hadn't stopped looking your way. He tries what Mrs. Mimi and her dog do but he's received harshly. Rather, you send him to make sure no one tries to take anything else or go upstairs to bother your exhausted father, hidden away in his bedroom. The masses of people downstairs and their brewing questions had kept him awake all night.
Your sister? Doing what your mother would have done. Entertain and please the guests. She's your mother's favorite for a reason.
By 20:00 when your mother had passed, she led the novena prayer. The only moment of silence and unity you felt among your extended family and for a second you believed there could be some good in these people.
Of course by 21:03 when prayer was done and they reverted to their constant chatter about stories of old regarding your mother, that serenity left your body once more.
It's outstanding how these memories sound so loving and nurturing. Something you can't recall from your mother. They laugh and cackle about her scoldings. How she'd yell at them for running inside the house, wet from the pool. But it was you that had to clean the entire house right after. It was you that had to make sure there was no chlorine smell left behind.
Your cousins laugh about the time they had attempted to smash your face on your 8th birthday cake but she had told them to not be rude. She had done it. She had smashed your face on that cake and it was difficult to rid away the smell of artificial strawberries from your nose after the jam had gone too far up. The cake was destroyed and they had all gotten upset at you. You never had a party after that. It's been twenty years.
Or the story your aunt is on and on about now. She had gotten so upset at your mother for not letting her borrow grandma's gold bangles for clubbing that she bent them without anyone knowing. Your mom had blamed you for it a week later after making you get them for her in hopes to wear them for a PTA meeting. Your sister's pet at the time had gotten in your way and to avoid stepping on it, you fell. She chalked it up to that and left you to do chores for your aunt an entire week.
There's no way your sensibility can return when all these funny and fond memories of your mother came at your expense and none of them care. None of them will ever care.
You can't take it anymore, rushing upstairs into your room to hide away. You can't say you feel saddened. You do feel a raging heat in your chest that attempts for you to bring your fists hard at your thighs to release it.
The intruder in your room doesn't let that happen. It surprises and annoys you at the same time seeing them there. On your bed with hands on their head while weeping harder than the wailing in public earlier today.
"I'm sorry, my room was locked." Your sister sniffles, slowly turning to look at you. There's a horrific sincerity in her voice that you're not used to. A frame rests on her lap, jittering with her legs.
Your silence draws her attention, handing you the frame while tears flood her waterline. It's a picture of your mother with the both of you. Quite honestly, you don't remember this. It's surprising to see your mother this affectionate with you. Arms encircling your waist and kissing your face.
"Grandma's funeral trip. We went to the lake on the way home, remember?" She questions, blowing her nose. You shake your head, standing straight. You hadn't attempted to take the frame from her hand. You're sure it would leave a branding on your palm, there's no way this is real.
The look in her eye is similar to the one Jaehyun gives you when you don't remember what he's talking about. Although, his is more comprehensive and patient.
"You don't remember this at all?" She asks, taken aback. You want to lie and say you do but knowing who she's marrying, she will just ask follow up questions too. "No." She scoffs in disbelief, swallows it before blinking rapidly. Patient, that's new.
"Mom was ecstatic that week. Rejoicing that the witch was dead and no one would torment her anymore. She treated you better than me for an entire month. Do you not remember that?" She prods, placing the frame on your bed.
You shake your head, she can only laugh. "What has she done to youā¦" She sighs to herself. She had heard in college about trauma causing memory loss but she had never guessed your mother had been that harsh for you to repress everything. Maybe she just hadn't seen her worse but you can't tell her either. You don't remember, after all.
"Would you be a stand-in for her tomorrow?" She questions meekly. You want to say no, to tell her you would rather miss the wedding at this point but she gives you no chance. "Please?" Her voice wavers, lips quiver. Here come the waterworks.
"I don't know about you, Y/n. But I miss mom so dearly and not having her on the day she was looking forward to isā" She sobs, covering her mouth with the frame, lips falling over your mother.
"Why not ask one of our aunts?" Your voice is hoarse. She shakes her head, pursed lips in disgust. "I'm not letting those hags get their hands on mom's jewelry. You heard them, yeah? Worms for brains all of them." She scoffs before releasing a forlorn sigh.
"Dad doesn't want to look at you because you look so much like mom today." She confesses. It would explain why he's avoided you. "You're even wearing the dress she wore for grandma's funeral." She tries to laugh yet it comes out as a shaky sob.Ā
"Mrs. Mimi left it out for meā¦" You defend, she shrugs. "I told her to." She shrugs again like it was the most sane thing to do. You're not sure how to take this. On one hand it seems like psychological warfare on your father ā cruel on her part even if she doesn't see it ā and on the other, it's the closest you'll be to your mother.
"You look so much like her. More than I do⦠It would bring peace to me if you were her stand in." She breathes deeply and exhales heavily. She's trying to seem relaxed before breaking into yet another sob. The one that makes her entire body shake and fall onto your bed, clutching onto the frame that's now against her chest.
"I didn't want her to take her daily stack so you could wear it⦠Not because I'm that much of a heartless bitch, Y/n. I loved mom." She cries some more.Ā
Itās rich, considering she said she wanted to wear it for her wedding. Whether you believe either version or not, doesnāt matter. Not when she hugs you in hopes it digs your heels deeper. It's stale and awkward but she revels in it, hiding in the crook of your neck as she cries harder.
"You smell like mom too." She wants to confess, but she knows it would drive you away. She'll take what she can get before you leave them all once again.
"Will you?" She voices, pulling away. "I don't wā donāt know." You don't want to. She knows it.Ā
"Why are you like this?" The question everyone has meant to ask. "Like?" Your indifferent confusion bothers her further.
"You're like a doll that gains consciousness for a certain amount of time and then you're⦠a doll again. Quiet, clueless, awkward. No offense, sissy. It's just⦠not what I remember you as at all." There's a sigh stuck in her chest, it clamps around her lungs but it refuses to leave. There's a sincere worry in her voice that makes your own set beliefs waver but you won't break that wall just yet.
You shrug. Slow and unsure of what to say. "It worries Jaehyun more than it should." The bite in her words will go ignored, you're having a relatively nice talk with her to let any animosity return.
"You don't remember him at all." Your head shakes as confirmation. "You don't even remember the projects you did with him." You shake your head again and it makes her want to hit it for the memories to return.
"I pray you learn to trust, have faith in both of us." She hugs you again. It's warm but empty. Mayhaps it's just you, unused to the affection and love of a sibling. Of a family member and if she meant trust in Jaehyun too, then you'll give it a chance for the warm feeling brewing in your heart.
"I'll do it⦠I'll be mom's stand-in." You relent. She smiles and cheers like there isn't a post burial get together downstairs. Like your mother isn't gone but everyone copes differently. You cope by not being able to cry and allowing everyone to walk all over you.Ā
On the way downstairs she rambles about what you can wear and the jewelry she had chosen. Nothing seems ideal nor your taste. It sounds redundant and weird in a sense that she's making you be so much like your mother.
Although, that's the whole point. Having your mother be at her wedding one way or another, no matter that your identity is being wiped. Like it would have been if your cousin hadn't opened her mouth about the wedding. You later found your mother had gotten that stinking infection from picking flowers with her. It's bizarre how a domino effect works.
It all muddles with the laughter of the guests, āWell to my sister! And to her lovely daughter, for juggling the stress of a wedding and grief to organize a beautiful burial for her mother.ā The crowd turns to your sister as if they knew where she was immediately. Despite the streaks and puffiness she still looks ethereal and content with the recognition.
Right. Foolish of you to trust too easily.
She thanks them, hands to her heart and ignoring the side eye you give her. A look that begs her to correct them because truly she did jackshit for this funeral. This was so in character for her and you still fell. She'll cry and throw a tantrum until she gets what she wants while pretending like she did nothing for it.
She's your mother's daughter.
Unsure of when but the slight grin on your face unsettles her and it worsens when Jaehyun calls for the floor. He smiles and giggles, he's already so loved by the family.
"Thank you uncle, Carlo. Thank you as well my love for the suggestions but I do want to thank Y/n most of all for every single detail she gave into organizing this funeral." My love⦠so cold and unloving. It soothes you.
"For her delicacy in detail, to the meaning of the flowers, all the way down to her last outfit. Mrs. Y/l/n was a woman with a strong attitude who never took anything that did not cater to her. Therefore, knowing her, I'm sure she would love how today and the entire week was held in her honor. She would be proud."
Jaehyun's voice is so reassuring that it bothers you how much he believes it. It bothers you that everyone seems so surprised and taken aback. It bothers you that your sister seems slightly upset and weary. It bothers you that he thinks he did you a favor.
Yet it soothes you once more and your grin does not go overlooked. You're being recognized.
Guests leave shortly after. Jaehyun had made sure to kill their mood with mentions of you and for once you're openly thankful for his help despite knowing all he mentioned was thanks to him.
Mrs. Mimi and you had stayed to clean the house while your father had fallen asleep hours ago. Your sister made sure to give him his medication before she left. Despite the severity of this day's events, she was still going to celebrate her bachelorette party. Something some of your cousins and her friends threw on her behalf to rid of the sadness experienced. Of course, you don't receive an invitation.
It was just Mrs. Mimi, your father, you, and Jaehyun.
Jaehyun?
"You don't have a bachelor party or something?" You don't intend for it to come out irritated but Rek's wheezing seals the blow. "Ouch." Jaehyun laughs, attempting to pet the dog that growls at him to stay away. He frowns, furrowing his eyebrows before huffing.
"I'd rather make sure youā you're all doing good." Mrs. Mimi halts her scrubbing, sighing to herself before returning to the final dishes. "We're fine." You answer, aiding the older woman.
"Why aren't you with your sister? I thought you had left with them."
"Wasn't invited."
Jaehyun stops drying the dishes you rinse, slowly turning to look at you. Musing similarly to when your sister refused to bury your mother in her daily wear jewelry.
"Mrs. Mimi, we got it from here. You should rest for tomorrow." Jaehyun diverts, upset settled in his voice despite his sweetness. The older of the three chuckles, shaking her head, handing the soap lathered cup to you. It's crowded near the sink and fairly humid but none of you would rather be anywhere else.
"Baby, I wasn't invited." It's infinitely hilarious to her. The angered looks and disgust in your faces. She's amused while Jaehyun tries to process it. "What? I asked her and she said she made sure to drop off your invite." He huffs and scoffs like a steam whistle from disbelief.
"You'll be my plus one, in that case!" It's so childlike that it makes Mrs. Mimi continue her laughter, scrubbing the last remaining plates. She shakes her head, wiping her hands on the tea towel. "No, don't worry. This week made me reflect and I'm going to visit my motherā¦" She sighs, nodding to herself before looking at you both.
Jaehyun wants to say something but he is not one to get between someone and their family so he relents as you do. "Sleep well then." He pouts, hugging her goodbye. She thanks him, patting his cheek to then hug you as well. It lingers and it's comforting to the point that you feel something stir in the pit of your stomach.
Her gaze travels between you and Jaehyun and you both know there are words lingering in mind that she dares not utter. Ultimately she sighs, nodding again before patting both your cheeks, struggling to get Rek out of the house due to his resistance.
Dogs are perspective and they can smell the dangers of the world miles away. He knows nothing good will brew tonight. He knew nothing good would come from you returning. Yet he still loves you more than anyone besides Mrs. Mimi. Just like your father.
Mrs. Mimi leaves with a whaling Rek trailing behind her. His cries are cautionary and she knows it. Uttering silent: "There's so much one can do, Rek." here and there. There's so many things amiss but like usual, you'll ignore anything perturbing you.
It's awkward for the remainder of the clean up. Jaehyun and you share some words but not full sentences. His glances are lesser than earlier but you can still feel them on you when he's not besides you. They're far more penetrating than your mothers and when midnight rolls around and you're both done, the only way to thank him is with a cold glass of wine on your mother's white rug.
You stumble taking a seat before him. Resting against the feet of the couch allows your muscles to relax and scream at you for all the tension you ignored this past week. It's painful to move and your lower back aches as it did when Jaehyun touched it earlier.
"Mom never allowed me to be here in fear of dirtying this rug." You smile fondly, you remember that much. "Now you're drinking red wine on it." He humors you, "Now I'm drinking red wine on it." You repeat, clinking your glasses so hard some wine does splatter onto your hands and the rug.
A rush of freight floods you but remembering where your mother was makes you relax, sharing a silent laugh with Jaehyun who's body shakes along yours with every sip. This is the most you've given him and he won't take it for granted.
"Why do you love my mom so much, Jaehyun?" You ask, the moonlight coming through the sliding doors. That beautiful blue reflecting off the pool into the living room, making you forget that the rug is not blue but white.
He swivels his glass much like you had in the morning. "I told you she's like a second mother to me. She was very nurturing and inviting when we first started dating. Always made me feel like I belonged and it reminded me of my mom." He smiles fondly, "My mom lives too far and I'm not even sure if she'll be here for the wedding." He laughs, "I hope sheās not..."
Huh?...
"Why are you even getting married on Valentine's Day anyway? Isn't it corny?" You attempt to steer the conversation astray. If you think too much about your mother and his words, you may turn into her and wreak havoc on Jaehyun. He doesn't deserve it despite your (un)justly targeted rage.
"It's my birthday." He smiles fondly, his lips stained red. "We met on Valentine's Day." He laughs quietly; his neck must ache from resting against the coffee table. You yourself don't find any humor in the statement. "I guess it was meant for you and her to get married." A horrible despondency in your voice that you regret.
"I meant you and I, Y/n."
You look up at him, confused and somewhat appalled. How corny.
"You don't have to tell me you don't remember, I get it now." He laughs, "Year seven, had just moved here and we had that awful arts class. The one with the loony teacher that spoke about health while smoking cigarettes behind the gym."
You laugh, yet you don't remember.
"Our task was to make Valentine's Day cards for our desk mates. I told you it was my birthday too and you wrote: āHappy lover boy day. Love was meant to be in your life.ā" There's a certain fondness in his voice that makes you believe it. The detail to his description sounds cliche, something you most definitely had in mind back then.
"Now I illustrate greeting cards for a living." Your laughter fuels Jaehyun's sooner than you thought, his body was next to yours now. His neck resting on the cushion of the couch. "I know. Your dad has a great collection of them. I do too..." Truly, Jaehyun confuses you. You won't dwell on that now, it's not worth it.
Whether it's only a second or an hour, neither of you tear each other's gaze away. His eyes intent on your own, examining every speck of color and the way your pupils dilate, as his do.
"Why don't you remember anything I tell you about?" He questions sincerely, no judgment in comparison to your sister. You shrug, "I don't know. I⦠don't remember anything from then or you." Jaehyun doesn't respond, staring at you for an answer he won't get. "And you? What do you remember of me?"Ā
He hesitates, sighing deeply. "You used to be much more jolly than you are now."
That is not what you expected.
"Why do you dislike your mom, Y/n?" He gets comfortable beside you. His glass knocking against your empty one. You can smell the sweet tones of wine in his breath, signaling how uncomfortably close he is.
"I⦠I don't knowā¦" It's meek and raw, the child in you coming out. "I don't know why she hated me." His expression doesn't change, only do his fingers come to comb away your hair.
"Ever since I can remember she cared more for others and my sister than me. She treated my cousins like hers but me like a beggar." Your grip on the glass tightens, knocking it against Jaehyun's this time.
"One mistake and I was yelled at or she'd ignore me for weeks on end. Then I left for college when she didn't want me to and it became worse⦠The last time I saw her was for her and dad's anniversary two years ago and sheā" The words get stuck in your throat, as if you're to cry.
"She woke me up in the middle of the night, on grandma's birthday ā she had been dead for years now ā to tell me she hated me⦠Never knew why⦠But, yesterday Mr. Nix confessed him and mom dated. That grandma hated him for making mom happy and it clicked. I guess, it's hereditary to hate your first born daughter⦠Grandma always complained about mom while doting on me."
Your brain attempts to piece it all together but your heart doesn't want to. While you've scratched the surface you don't want to delve into the implication of what it means for your future (if any) or what it means for that inner child of yours.
You just don't want to think anymore.
'Please⦠Please, Jaehyun, help me not think anymore.'
"You reckon?" He questions, pinky caressing your knuckles. "When I proposed to your sister, she approached me right after. She looked at me, hugged me, and looked at me again with that sunken look she has when she thinks too deep. "Are you sure?" She asked seriously, almost confused. I told her I was, that I loved her with my entire heart and she laughed, shaking her head. She said she was a nice girl but hollow at heart."
Odiously, you know what she meant. "I reaffirmed I loved her, I did⦠We were looking at family pictures and she kept looking over yours. She said you hated her so much that you left, it was admirable in her eyes." He sighs, more of his fingers on your skin and like a fool you let him.
"She knew youād always be there but not your sister. You give all to one and they become hollow, shallow, and entitled. You don't give anything to the other and they'll always be there... yearning. They don't expect anything but would love something.ā
"That sounds horrible."
"It is."
"And unfortunately she always knew what I wanted."
"I fear so."
You relent, looking directly at him again. "I don't hate her. I just⦠dislike my mother." The confession is not shocking, it's a given known fact but it's relieving to speak out loud.
"And⦠I fear she saw through me all those months ago. I was not sure nor in love with your sister."
His confession is shocking. Not because you don't believe him but it was far too late for this statement. "It's fucked, I know. But after this week, I can't marry into this family."
It's too late. It's too late.
"They've indoctrinated you by now." Is the best you can muster. It's not any better than the mantra in your brain.
"The countless meals without you and your father. The conversations: soulless and mean spirited, shallow, egotistical⦠Everyoneās worry over the wedding rather than their grief ā if any. How many people I stopped from trying to pick the locks today... Y/n, only you and your dad are worth it.ā He breaths out, an ache in his voice that feels familiar. As if he had been picking at your brain to consume it himself but it's only intoxicating him.
He's so close, far more close than earlier and the wine is stronger. A part of you wants to be sane and stop this madness. Righteous in the sense to not make matters worse but his mewls when you pull at his hair to get him off drive you closer. "Don't do this to meā¦" You plead with no real intent or sorrow.
āMaybe you were right about the universe being cruel because it was you I was meant to see first. It was you and your mom knew all along.ā He whines against your lips, tongue wetting his but you can taste the sweetness of him and that wine. That damn wine.
Your fingers clasp around his hair harder, eliciting more of those pretty sounds he makes and it takes everything in your power to not cry from how beautiful he sounds and looks. Red and needy all for you. "It was you. It has always been you." He confesses, bringing his lips against yours and it's not your will nor your bodies to push him off. Reciprocating that indulgence you've been craving.
His mouth is fairly warm, sweet and dangerous as the wine. The kiss is anything but clean. Mostly tongue and some teeth.
The semi-full glasses of wine are long forgotten, staining the rug as proof of your immorality. Jaehyun doesn't seem to remember them, you on the other hand, don't care. It's not like your mother can scold you anymore.
His hands feel significantly scalding under your dress, rugged fingers working at the clasps to remove it like a robe. Nothing is soft or tender, it's all rushed and hungry. Animalistic almost, save for the soft touches he gives you when a sliver of skin reaches him.
"You're no better than them." You kiss him, his hands on your hips, dragging you onto his lap. He's painfully hard that any move of yours makes him writhe, sinking his teeth onto your lower lip. It's fine, you deserve it and you like it. You'll take what he givesā¦
Jaehyun nods, tongue seeking yours. He seems to savor the sweet fruity notes of the wine as well. "I know." He hums against your lips, "I'm not denying that." A moan leaves his mouth, swallowed by you. Your hands working on his belt.
"What will you do tomorrow? What will you do standing before God and Christ, promising eternal love and faithfulness? Does that not mean anything to you? Won't shame burn your feet and eat your soul away as you walk though that arch?"
It's rhetorical, he still answers. "It won't." He kisses your jaw. "It will." Tongue laps at your neck where your sister ā his fiancee ā had cried earlier. "I haven't decided if I want faith to run my future." The indifference in his voice makes you laugh, one that is drowned when he nips at your skin.
Jaehyun isn't particularly soft, his hands knead at your skin and grasp harshly when on your ass. The fabric that made the dress is long tossed to the side and his shirt had been off for seconds now. Ripped from the neck, the restriction bothering him.
It's not a struggle for him to remove your bra, tossing that to the pile of clothes as well. It's his mouth that shows you he can be delicate if he wants to. The way in which his lips wrap around your swollen tit feel like healing pads. Tongue softly lapping at the aching nipples.
You can hear and feel his soft moans around each, rotating after nearly a minute of attention. His tongue is what you love most at the moment. So velvety, warm, and moist. Plush and gentle with every lick to soothe the ache his teeth cause when he wants to be funny and nip at them.
"Don't be a dick." You scold, pulling at his hair like that doesn't turn him on furthermore. He laughs against your chest, the rumble felt so deep against your sternum. "Sorry," He pouts like nothing before kissing a path up your neck to feel your lips against his again.
He wants to speak with no avail, rather you swallow any breath he takes in an attempt to utter a word. Ravishing his lips to distract him from how near you are to taking him out of his trousers. That is until he takes your hands into his, intertwining your fingers with his and leaning further into you. Hard on pressing against the thin cotton of your panties.
"You're being a tease." You joke, mimicking the pout he gave you earlier. He grins, apologizing insincerely once again while pressing into you. The harsh fabric of his trousers was stimulating.
He attempts to reward you by massaging circles on your clit over the cotton of your panties but you swat his hand away, taking his face into your hands for another hungry kiss. He stifles his chuckle, letting you explore his mouth with your tongue. As a reward, he connects his with yours, allowing both muscles to enjoy the ecstasy.
Your hips take his distraction as an opportunity to swivel against him. Eliciting those pretty sounds you love to consume and forcing you to go faster, a wet spot already seeping into any remaining fabric. Jaehyun doesn't take lightly to this, pushing your panties away to let his fingers roam. It's stimulating and overly enjoyable.
How easy the digits slip in, stretching you deliciously to then piston at a set speed that has you hunching over, begging to feel his mouth on yours again. Jaehyun enjoys it, a cheeky grin on his face when your eyes meet his and as a reward, he buries his fingers deeper, curling and thrusting fast enough to make you wail from pleasure you haven't allowed yourself in god knows how long.
It's irritating to be the only one like this. Triumphantly, you finally manage to sneak him out of his trousers, the fabric had been so restraining that he lets out a guttural moan when freed. Throwing his head back onto the couch and wincing with every squeeze and jerk of your soft hand on his sensitive cock.
It's your turn to taunt him. Sneering and laughing quietly when he writhes and cries about how good your hand feels, how he'd love to feel your mouth over it or have you impaled on him. Jaehyun is far weaker than he lets out ā nothing new to you.
Was it not for your own desperation and need for release, you'd elongate the sadism. Let him cry for longer about how your hand is not enough despite the pool of pre-come already soiling your hand and his cock.
There's no need for lube, not when his fingers slip out of you and the sea of fluids stain his trousers before pushing them fully off. His pre-come doesn't fall short of a stimulant, so much for such a simple tact. There's nothing grand about this transaction but your bodies know what they want and each other has been written in the stars.
"I don't have a condomā¦" He pants, a faux attempt at letting morality stop you both. "I'm clean. Abstaining, actuallyā¦" You confess, it had not been long since you last had gone to the gyno anyway. Jaehyun's fingers are soft against your lips, his chest slowing down as he hears the meekness in your voice.
"We never have sex without protection and⦠the last time was months ago." The vulnerability in his voice makes you trust him. Nodding as a response before kissing him again, guiding him for penetration.
He toys with you for seconds, letting his tip graze your folds and slap your clit playfully. Reveling in the hisses you let out. He's so greedy to the point that this isn't enough.
Sheathing himself within you to acquire the pleasure he desires most. It had been so long since you felt this way. The feeling of fullness and completeness. Jaehyun does not fall short with the whines, rather he buries them in your hair, shaking underneath you.
"You feel so goodā¦" He mentions, leaving open mouth kisses along your shoulder while attempting to thrust. His hands reach behind you for stability while you shift in his lap to get comfortable. When he finds a pace you both can work with, Jaehyun throws a thin piece of fabric over you both.
It dawns upon you much later when the tulle feels stuffy and the lacing scratchy that it's your sister's veil. You know it should bother you more, that you should question why it's still here and not with her when the wedding is tomorrow but you don't find it in yourself to care. Not when he's looking at you with an adoration you've never seen and a smile aimed at you and only you.
"You look beautiful." He whispers against your lips, tongue prodding to enter your mouth in one of many kisses he gives you. It's enough to evacuate your head of all these nuisances, focusing on the feel of his cock fucking into you at a steady pace, hips gyrating to allow stimulation to your clit from his pelvic bone.
Whether it's the lack of experience, allowing your body to feel the delicacy of immorality, or he's simply that good, the words cascade from your lips like a mantra. "I'm so close⦠Fuck, so very closer." You whine against his lips, eyes screwing shut like you're about to cry while holding onto his own shoulders for support.
He smiles, easily wiped away when your hips pick up the pace. Moving up and down his shaft, gyrating as well to follow his lead. From feeling delicious, now he feels like he could come if you did this once more. "I need to feel you coming around me⦠Y/n, do that for me, please." Jaehyun curses incoherently, his hands holding onto your waist, kneading at the skin but his hands can't stay steady. Rummaging upwards to take your tits into them.
They're softer than earlier. Rubbing circular motions and squeezing when they feel too hot under his touch. Scalding. Thankfully his hips don't fall short in pace. It quickens, his thighs harden under you and it feels like he could give out any second. The sounds he makes surely say so.
"I can feel you ready to explode, Jaehyun." You taunt, seeking his lips and pulling away when he wants to give what you've asked for. His whines turn petulant by the third time. Hand coming off your tit to take a hold of your neck and pulling you in for a kiss. The warmth is gone and your nipple perks from the cold and his determination.
"Let me explode⦠pleaseā¦" Jaehyun wanted to be more straightforward yet it came out like begging. It's not like you mind, not when you feel yourself three thrusts away from finishing. He drags it on when you don't give him what you want. Thrusting slowly upwards to bury himself completely and pull away to leave the gaping to turn cold before he's back to bottoming out.
He swats your hand away when he feels your nimble fingers attempt to rub at your clit, hissing disapprovingly. "Is my cock not enough?" He scolds, frowning when you shake your head, teasing. His thrusts turn harsher by then, forcing you to throw your head back in pleasure.
"You're too easy to tease." You jest, taking his hands to perch upon your breasts again. "Don't be mean." He winces, bucking upwards at a faster pace. His tongue not missing a single crevice of your neck before nipping the skin. His own form of protest to your mocking.
You giggle at his words, pressing to get his lips near yours. "Make me come, then. Finish me off for goodā¦" Hushedly and deeper, looking directly into his eyes while processing the words. Jaehyun looks at you with every thrust. They're harder by the point you're done speaking and his eyes never peel from yours.
This is far more intimate than any of you had expected or wanted. The feeling of his cock fitting snugly within you is felt ten times more and the friction feels like your nerves are going to burst if he keeps going.
It causes your legs to spasm, arms flailing and weak around him. Every sense overstimulated when you feel him at the hilt, pressing harshly one thrust at a time.
"Jaehyun, Jaehyun, Jaehyunā¦"
You cry out, pleasure flooding your entire body that it manifests itself into tears. Louder and harder when you feel him release his warm fluid within your walls. It's a scorching feeling, deliciously overstimulated. Your body is weak and frail against his own, every neuron tingling that it stresses and overwhelms you beyond belief.
But you're crying. You're crying and crying, finally after a week of not being able to let it all out. It's a relief and you can fully understand why your sister is less sad about the reality of your lives.
"Y/n⦠Y/n! Y/n, are you alright?"
The sincere worry in Jaehyun's voice does not fall short to make you weep even more. You muster a nod, holding his face in your hands while pushing off your sister's veil. It's soiled in sweat, tears, and the smell of sex but it doesn't matter to you right now.
"Are you alright?" He asks again, this time peppering kisses all over your face, holding your body against his for comfort. It's sticky and messy, the sweat reminding you that no matter it being winter, humidity and physical activities don't mix well.
And while your crying doesn't seize, you nod, kissing him instead. "Happy lover boy day. Love was meant to be in your life." You mutter against his lips, your salty tears present with every kiss. Jaehyun sighs, rubbing soothingly against your exposed back before holding you flush against him.
"Thanā" and before he can thank you, those same portraits you've been chipping paint from remind you of where you are and who the house belongs to.
It's a horrible crash, the form in which your mother's largest portrait slides down the stairs. Banging against the banisters and breaking the frame into pieces. Wood chips ripping the canvas into large chunks. The last tumble allows it to sway mere feet away from you, glaring for the disgrace you've just committed.
Against your parents, against this sacred home, against the sanctity of a veil, and against your sister. Even in death, your mother's watchful eyes will remain to belittle and judge you.
"Thank you." Jaehyun finishes off, turning your gaze to him and taking your lips into a thankful kiss. Your mother wonāt continue to haunt you.
Summary: When you stay over at your friends last minute, you thought San was away, staying in his room. You didn't expect him to come home and find you in his bed.
Pairing: Choi San x F!reader
Word Count: 2023
Rating: 18+ M
Trope: Friends to lovers, non idol au, smut
Warnings: THIS IS NONCON-YOUVE BEEN WARNED. DO NOT READ IF YOU DONT UNDERSTAND THIS-Somnophilia, NONCON(again), vulgar language, backshot, yes the reader is into it at the end but still NONCON. obvs minors dni 18+
A/N: This is for my lovely @sanjoongie because she's so amazing and wrote JK Star Wars for me šI've been wanting to write this for awhile anyhow so I finally did it. Also, I don't know if it needs to be said but I in no way condone noncon outside of our fictional controlled environments and all that, and I want to make sure everyone knows that this isn't for everyone. It's for my Topaz and anyone else who enjoys it. That is all. Thank you to @pars-ley for the GORGEOUS banner and partial beta read, I'm sorry I always cut it off on you!
As always @cafekitsune for the dividers!!!
When you had a last minute emergency at your apartment, Wooyoung had allowed you to come stay over at him and Sanās place.
It was always an unspoken courtesy that you could stay in one of their rooms if ever needed when one of them was away for an evening, allowing you privacy and comfort.
So when you settled in for the night in Sanās room, Wooyoung had assured you that San was away for the next week and you didnāt think twice about stripping down to your panties and a tank top to sleep due to the heat.
What you didnāt expect was that Sanās work trip had been cut short.
Itās after 2am when the door to the apartment is unlocked and San makes his way inside, not bothering to turn on the lights.
He kicks off his shoes and yawns as he plods over to his room.
He hesitates a moment at the closed door, remembering that heād left it open.
Figuring Wooyoung must have closed it for some reason, he merely shrugs and pushes it open, dumping his bag to the side before tugging his shirt over his head and tossing it into the hamper, his pants joining shortly after.Ā Ā
The moonlight illuminates the room as he rubs his eyes and walks to the bed, hoisting the covers up before he freezes in shock.
The very last thing heās expecting in his bed is you; half naked, your back to him, your cute little ass cheeks peeking out at him.
āWhat the-ā He mutters before he can stop himself and you let out a little noise as you adjust in your sleep.Ā Ā
He bites his lip as his gaze rakes over your unconscious form, how your thigh moves up and gives him a peek of your clothed crotch, your bare arm clinging to his pillow, your face calm and serene in your slumber.
He groans as his cock stirs, chastising himself for getting aroused at your sleeping form.Ā Ā
āFuckā¦ā He mumbles, contemplating what to do.
Your friendship is close enough that he is fully aware that you wouldnāt be upset if he slept next to you; no, thatās not the issue at all.
San is fully aware that slipping in next to you isnāt the only thing he wants to do right now.
He momentarily thinks about grabbing a pillow and camping out on the couch for the night, but as he reaches to do so, you murmur something unintelligible in your sleep and turn slightly towards him.
A hiss leaves his lips as he notices the outline of your nipple through the thin fabric of your tank top and he canāt stop himself from changing course and slipping under the covers next to you.
Internally cursing at himself, he ignores the protests heās making against what heās about to do.
As he scoots closer to you, he inhales and groans at the unique scent of shampoo and vanilla that is you.
He tugs the covers down gently, his breath hitching as he takes in the curve of your spine and the way your tank top clings to your tits, making his hands itch to touch you.
Choi San, donāt you do thisā¦he thinks yet his hand betrays him, reaching out to brush your hair back from your neck as he slips closer to you.
Heās always been attracted to you, and this is the best and worst temptation of his life, laid out before him.
His fingers trace the line of your neck down to your shoulder, concentrating on your face as he tests if itās going to wake you.
When you donāt even stir from the simple touch, he slowly places his hand on your waist, pausing and waiting.
The heat from your body beckons him, and his dick tents his boxers, a wet stain already forming from his leaking tip.
āFuck.ā He whispers, sliding his hand down the curve of your waist up your hip, savoring every inch of skin before he rests his palm on your ass cheek.Ā Ā
āMmm..ā You murmur in your sleep, causing him to freeze as you adjust, scooting back a few inches towards him.Ā Ā
He lets out a choked moan as your ass pushes firmly into his hand, his rigid length bumping into your tailbone.
It takes everything in him to not rut against you, aware that any sudden jostling might wake you and he canāt have that right now.Ā Ā
Right now, he needs to explore you, touch your bare skin, inhale your fragrance.
He knows the chances of you waking and freaking out are high, yet he canāt seem to stop himself from pushing the boundaries of what is right and wrong.
Finally, you stop stirring and his hand slips down the back of your thigh, gently pushing your top leg forward and exposing your clothed cunt.
He pushes the blankets down further and leans up, his eyes locking onto the thin fabric keeping him from your naked pussy.Ā
Pulling his lower lip in and chewing it, he slips his fingers against your panties, holding back a whine as he feels your damp folds through the material.Ā Ā
His gaze flicks up to your face, checking to make sure youāre still unconscious before he slips his finger along the seam of your panties, trying to control his breathing as he pulls the crotch aside to expose your lower lips.Ā Ā
His breath hitches as the movement causes you to shift, having to pause yet again before you settle.
He keeps checking your face as he tugs your panties aside far enough to allow him to skim his fingers along your folds, parting them so he can stare at your tight little hole as he uses his fingertips to search for your clit.
The pads of his fingers graze your hidden bundle of nerves and your sleepy little breathy moan lets him know heās found it.Ā Ā
He swallows heavily as he keeps his gaze on your face, watching for any sign of consciousness as he slowly starts rubbing in circles, the heat and moisture from your cunt urging him to scoot close enough to rub his erection against your lower back.
Your lips part as he presses against your bud more firmly, encouraging him on as he grinds against you.Ā Ā
He struggles to keep his moans quiet as his fingers slip down to tease at your tight little entrance, the soft noises coming from you making him start to lose what little control he has.Ā Ā
He moves his hand to push his boxers down, freeing his rigid length and positioning it between your thighs, pushing forward to rub the head of his cock through your folds.
āShhh...ā He whispers as you stir, his hand sliding up to cup your breast through the thin fabric of your tank top, teasing at your nipple as it tightens in his fingertips.
The room is quiet outside of his ragged breathing and the rhythmic damp noises as he rubs himself against your pussy.Ā Ā
He palms your tit, then squeezes it, moving from one to the other before finally pushing your top up to expose your naked breasts.Ā Ā
āFuckā¦ah fuckā¦ā He whispers, watching your face as he closes the distance between you, his bare chest pressing against your back even as his mind protests that what heās doing is so wrong.
You let out a soft moan when he cups your naked breast, using his thumb and forefinger to tug your tightened nipple as he watches your face for any sign of rousing.Ā Ā
He presses his lips to your shoulder as he rolls his hips, each agonizing pass of his cock through your folds encouraging his depraved motions as you soak his length with your arousal.
Even as you shift and let out soft noises every time he rubs himself against your clit, he chastises himself for what heās doing. Yet heās so far gone with lust that even as he pauses to check your state, he knows heās fucked.
You shift against him and the head of his cock catches on your entrance, causing him to hiss out a curse, his hand leaving your nipple to grab your hip and look down between you.
The sight of your glistening cunt is far too much for him to handle and he briefly looks at the outline of your face in the dim light before he bites his lip, grabbing his cock to guide himself into you.
His eyes close in pure bliss as he slowly pushes forward, your quiet sleepy moan mixing with his groans as he grabs your ass and bottoms out inside of you.
His hand flexes on your ass, then slides up the back of your thigh, lifting it so he can watch as he draws back, then plunges back into you.Ā
He grunts with each thrust, not concerning himself anymore with whether heās waking you, too lost in chasing his own pleasure at this point to stop.
Itās only when your soft voice breaks his concentration that he looks up and notices your lashes fluttering, your hands grabbing at the pillow and sheets as your face subconsciously registers what heās doing to you.
Guilt momentarily wars with lust as he leans forward to press his face into your neck, his arm slipping around your waist to hold you as he begins propelling his hips faster and harder.
āSorryā¦shhhā¦itās okayā¦shhhā¦fuck, babyā¦ā He whispers against your skin between soft whimpers and grunts.
ā...San?ā Your confused whisper melded with your gasps as he fucks you only makes him more frantic and he drops his hand between your legs to find your clit, pinching and circling.
He draws back to look at your face, your half lidded eyes on him as he nods, his cheeks heating as you silently question what heās doing.Ā Ā
āIām sorryā¦I knowā¦I shouldnātā¦I-fuck! Youā¦you looked too sexyā¦ā He bites out, his hips starting to snap forward harder, your body shaking with each thrust.
āSan-!ā You cry out, finally fully aware of whatās happening and his fingers leave your clit to grab your thigh and pull it back over his, slipping his other arm under you to grab your breast and hold you in place.
He starts leaving open mouthed kisses along your neck and shoulder as his hand returns to your clit, feeling your pussy start to clench as he moans out your name.
āBabyā¦fuck Iām close-ā He growls out, nipping at your neck as you start pushing back against him.Ā Ā
āNngnnggā¦.Sanā¦donāt cum-in me-!ā You manage before your mouth opens in an āoā and you clench tightly around him, your climax causing him to buck wildly and grit his teeth, barely holding back as he helps you ride out your orgasm.
āAh-ah fuck-Iām gonna cum! Iām gonna-!ā He cries out, grabbing your ass and pulling out, pushing his cock between your ass cheeks as he erupts all over your lower back as he continues to rut against you.
Thick ropes of cum spurt all over your back, the sticky mess soaking your back and ass cheeks as his hips jerk erratically, his eyes locked onto the lewd sight before he finally looks up and meets your gaze.
You look over your shoulder up at him and he swallows heavily, his cheeks darkening with a blush.
āUmā¦ā He mutters sheepishly, giving you a weak smile before reaching up to rub the back of his neck in shame, his muscles flexing as he does so.
āChoi Sanā¦ā You canāt help but eye his arm, then his naked chest appreciatively.Ā Ā
He winces, waiting to be yelled at but you only sigh, reaching back to touch the mess on your lower back.Ā Ā
āIāmā¦Iām sorry-ā He starts, but his words turn into a strangled squeak as you bring your fingers to your lips to taste his cum.
āYou could have at least woken me up, San. Jesus-what a mess-āĀ
Before you can finish, his mouth is on yours, not caring about the mess as he rolls you onto your back and pinning you down.
āYouāre awake now-ā He whispers against your lips.