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BEST FUCK OF YOUR LIFE â y.jw
.á.áPairing: Jungwon x Female Reader
.á.áGenre: Friends with Benefits to Lovers, Smut, Angst, Fluff
.á.áWord Count: ~27.4k
.á.áSummary: After a drunken bet leads to the best sex of your life, you and Jungwon agree to keep things casual. But when feelings get involved and a new guy enters the picture, everything gets complicated.
.á.áContent warnings: explicit sexual content (MDNI), oral sex both giving and receiving, fingering, multiple orgasms, use of a vibrator, 69 position, penetrative sex, multiple positions, dirty talk, praise kink, light possessiveness and jealousy kink, dominance and control play, overstimulation, semi-public sex, car sex, shower sex, hickeys, alcohol consumption, cigarette smoking, weed use, mutual jealousy, emotional avoidance, brief emotional breakdown, using someone as a rebound, kissing someone while emotionally involved with another, sneaking around, strong language, possessive language, mild angst, happy ending
.á.áSong: I Wanna Be Yours by Arctic Monkeys
.á.áAuthors note: hey loves!!, this fic has been living in my head rent free for way too long so i finally just said weâre doing this. please check the content warnings before reading because there is a LOT going on here. two idiots with walls up, terrible at feelings, great at everything else â thatâs the whole story honestly. the smut is meant to show emotional progression so if you read closely youâll notice how they change with each other as feelings develop. daniel was never a villain, just bad timing, please be nice to him đ if you made it to the end thank you from the bottom of my heart đ. comments, likes, feedback and reblogs keep me writing so donât be a silent reader i am begging, ps. yes the title is intentional. enjoy lovelies 𼰠my masterlist
The apartment reeks of weed, cheap beer, and too many people crammed into too small a space. Itâs Jakeâs place tonight, which means Mayaâs been here since noon helping him âcleanâ (read: shove everything into closets).
Youâre sprawled on the couch between Liv and Reina, a half-empty White Claw sweating in your hand, already feeling the pleasant buzz of your third drink settling into your bones. âIâm just saying,â you announce, louder than necessary, âmen are fucking useless.â
âNo, Iâm serious!â You gesture wildly, nearly sloshing your drink. âLike, is it really that fucking hard to find the clit? Is basic anatomy that complicated?â
âHere we go,â Jay groans again from the floor, leaning back against Sunghoonâs legs. Theyâre playing some racing game on mute while everyone else talks over them. Reina cackles. âWho are we talking about?â
âThat guy from Delta Sig I went home with last weekend.â You take a long drink. âForty-five minutes of the most mediocre dick of my life and he had the audacity to ask if I came.â
âDid you fake it?â Liv asks, already knowing the answer.
âFuck no. I told him the truth and he got all butthurt about it.â You roll your eyes. âLike sorry bro, maybe develop some skills.â
âBrutal,â Sunoo says, grinning as he passes the joint to Niki.
âHonest,â you correct. âI donât have time to protect egos. If you canât make me cum, Iâm not gonna lie about it.â
Across the room, Jungwon is watching you with this amused smirk, one eyebrow raised. Heâs been quiet most of the night, nursing the same beer, legs spread wide in that infuriatingly confident way guys sit when they know they look good. And he does look goodâblack t-shirt, gray sweatpants, hair falling into his eyes just right. âWhat?â you challenge, catching his stare.
âNothing.â But his smirk deepens. âJust sounds like youâve been picking the wrong guys.â
âOh please.â You lean forward. âLike youâd be any different.â
Something shifts in his expression. His eyes darken, and he tilts his head slightly, studying you. âWant me to prove it?â
The room doesnât exactly go quiet, but you feel like it does. Your stomach does this weird flip. âProve what?â You keep your voice steady even though your heart is suddenly racing.
âThat youâve been fucking the wrong guys.â He says it so casually, like heâs commenting on the weather. But thereâs nothing casual about the way heâs looking at you.
Reina makes a choking sound beside you. Someoneâmaybe Heeseungâmutters âoh shitâ under their breath. You should laugh it off. Make a joke. Change the subject. But youâre drunk enough to be bold and curious enough to wonder if heâs all talk. âYouâre that confident?â You raise an eyebrow.
âYeah.â No hesitation. âI am.â
The challenge hangs in the air between you. Youâre aware of everyone watching, waiting to see what youâll do. Mayaâs eyes are wide. Jay looks like heâs trying to figure out if he should intervene. âOkay.â You stand up, and Jungwonâs smirk falters for just a secondâlike he didnât expect you to actually take him up on it. âProve it.â
You start walking toward the hallway that leads to Jakeâs bedroom, and after a beat, you hear Jungwon follow.
âAre they reallyââ someone starts.
âYup,â Reina says, and she sounds absolutely delighted.
Jakeâs bedroom is dark and quiet, muffled music and laughter filtering through the door. You flip on the lamp, suddenly aware that youâre alone with Jungwon and you just agreed to let himâ âYou donât have to,â he says, and when you turn, heâs standing close but not crowding you. âIf you were just calling my bluff.â
âWere you bluffing?â
âNo.â
The word sends heat straight through you. You step closer, tilting your chin up to meet his eyes. âThen stop talking and do it.â
For a second he just looks at you, and then his hand comes up to cup your jaw, thumb brushing your cheekbone. âYou sure?â
âJungwon.â You grab his shirt. âI swear to god, if youâre going to do it, thenââ He kisses you. Not rough, not tentativeâjust sure. Like he knows exactly what heâs doing, and honestly? The confidence is already working for you. His lips are soft and he tastes like beer and something minty, and when his tongue slides against yours, you make a sound youâll probably be embarrassed about later.
But he groans in response, walking you backward until your legs hit the bed. You fall onto it and he follows, hovering over you, one hand planted by your head while the other slides under your shirt. âThis okay?â he murmurs against your mouth.
âYes, fuckâyes.â
His hand skims up your ribs, thumb brushing the underside of your breast through your bralette, and you arch into the touch. Heâs taking his time, kissing along your jaw, down your neck, finding that spot behind your ear that makes you gasp. âSensitive here?â he asks, sounding pleased.
âShut up.â
He laughs, low and warm against your skin. âYouâre mouthy.â
âYou have no idea.â
âGuess Iâll find out.â He sits back and pulls his shirt off in one smooth motion, andâokay. Okay. You knew he was lean but you didnât know he looked like that without clothes. He catches you staring and smirks. âSee something you like?â
âDonât get cocky.â
âToo late.â But his hands are gentle as he reaches for the hem of your shirt, waiting for you to nod before pulling it off. Your bralette follows, and then his mouth is on your breast and coherent thought gets significantly harder.
Heâs good at this. The guy knows what heâs doing with his tongue, circling your nipple before sucking it into his mouth, teeth grazing just enough to make you squirm. His hand works your other breast, thumb and forefinger rolling and pinching until youâre panting. âJungwonââ
âHmm?â He switches sides, giving your other breast the same attention, and you thread your fingers through his hair and tug.
âStop teasing.â
âIâm not teasing.â He looks up at you through his lashes, and the sight of him between your breasts does something to you. âIâm being thorough.â His hand trails down your stomach, fingers playing with the button of your jeans. âCan I?â
âYes, god, yes.â
He unbuttons them slowlyâtoo slowlyâand slides them down your legs along with your underwear. Youâre completely naked and heâs still half-dressed, and something about that makes you feel exposed in a way thatâs not entirely uncomfortable. Jungwon sits back on his heels, just looking at you, and you fight the urge to cover yourself. âStop staring.â
âCanât help it.â His hands slide up your thighs, pushing them apart. âYouâre so fucking pretty.â The praise makes your face heat. Youâre not used to guys taking their time like this, looking at you like youâre something worth savoring.
âLet me know if anything doesnât feel good,â he says, and then his mouth is on your inner thigh, kissing and biting a path upward until his breath is ghosting over where you need him most.
The first touch of his tongue is lightâexperimental. He licks a broad stripe up your center and you gasp, hips jerking. His hands grip your thighs, holding you steady as he does it again, more pressure this time. âFuck,â you breathe.
He hums against you, and the vibration makes your toes curl. Then he finds your clit with the tip of his tongue, circling it slowly, andâoh. Oh.
Youâve had guys go down on you before. Most of them acted like it was a chore, something to rush through to get to the âmain event.â But Jungwon is eating you out like he has all the time in the world, like heâs enjoying it as much as you are.
He alternates between broad strokes and focused attention on your clit, reading your bodyâs reactionsâwhen you moan, when your hips buck, when your thighs start to tremble. And when he slides one finger inside you, crooking it just right while his tongue works your clit, you actually see stars. âHoly shit,â you gasp, one hand fisted in his hair, the other gripping the sheets.
He adds a second finger, stretching you, and the combination of his mouth and his fingers pumping into you is almost too much. Youâre making sounds youâve never made before, completely uninhibited, and heâs groaning against you like getting you off is getting him off. âJungwon, Iâmâfuck, Iâm closeââ
He doesnât change what heâs doing. Doesnât speed up or switch techniques like so many guys do right when youâre on the edge. He just keeps that same perfect rhythm, fingers curling inside you, tongue circling your clit, and you come harder than you ever have with another person. Your whole body goes taut, thighs clamping around his head as waves of pleasure crash over you. He works you through it, only lightening his touch when you start to squirm from sensitivity.
When you can finally breathe again, you look down to find him watching you with the most self-satisfied expression youâve ever seen. âYou were saying?â he asks, and you want to be annoyed but youâre too blissed out to care.
âOkay,â you admit. âPoint proven.â
He crawls up your body, kissing you deep, and you can taste yourself on his tongue. His erection presses against your thigh through his sweatpants, and you reach down to palm him through the fabric. He groans into your mouth. âYou donât have toââ
âI want to.â You push at his shoulders until he rolls onto his back, and then youâre straddling him, grinding down against his clothed cock. âUnless youâre done proving yourself?â
His hands grip your hips, helping you rock against him. âFuck no.â You lean down to kiss him while your hand slips into his sweatpants, wrapping around him. Heâs hard and thick, and when you stroke him, his hips jerk up into your hand.
âCondom?â you murmur against his lips.
âWallet. Back pocket.â You climb off long enough for him to shove his sweatpants and boxers down, andâyeah, okay, the confidence makes sense. You grab his wallet from his discarded pants, finding the condom and tearing it open while he strokes himself lazily, watching you with heavy-lidded eyes.
âLet me,â he says, taking it from you and rolling it on. Then his hands are on your waist, lifting you, positioning you over him. âGo slow. Take what you need.â
You sink down onto him inch by inch, and the stretch is perfect. He fills you completely, and when youâre fully seated, you both groan. âFuck, you feel good,â he breathes, hands flexing on your hips.
You start to move, rolling your hips, finding a rhythm. His hands guide you but he lets you control the pace, watching where youâre joined with an expression thatâs almost reverent. âTouch yourself,â he says, voice rough. âWant to feel you come on my cock.â
The words send a fresh wave of arousal through you. You brace one hand on his chest and bring the other between your legs, fingers finding your clit. Youâre still sensitive from before, and it doesnât take muchâjust a few circles while he thrusts up into you, hitting that perfect spot inside. âThatâs it,â he encourages, sitting up to mouth at your neck, one hand gripping your ass to help you move. âYouâre so fucking hot like this. Taking what you need.â
Youâre close again, impossibly, and when he bites down on your shoulder at the same moment his cock hits deep, you shatter. Your orgasm rips through you and you feel him follow seconds later, groaning your name against your skin as he pulses inside you. You collapse against his chest, both of you breathing hard. His hand comes up to stroke your back, gentle and grounding.
âSo,â he says after a minute, and you can hear the smirk in his voice. âStill think Iâm no different?â
You lift your head to glare at him, but thereâs no heat in it. âOkay, fine. You were right.â
âSay it louder, I donât think they heard you outside.â
You smack his chest and he laughs, catching your wrist and pressing a kiss to your palm. The gesture is surprisingly tender for what just happened. âHoly shit,â you say, the reality of the situation finally catching up. âWe just fucked in Jakeâs bed.â
âYeah, we should probablyâŚâ He gestures vaguely. You climb off him carefully, and he deals with the condom while you hunt for your clothes in the dim light. Thereâs something surreal about getting dressed in comfortable silence after what just happened. Like youâve done this before, even though you havenât.
When youâre both decent, you catch sight of yourself in Jakeâs mirror. Your hair is a mess, lips swollen, and thereâs a hickey blooming on your collarbone. âShit.â You touch it gingerly.
Jungwon comes up behind you, meeting your eyes in the mirror. âSorry. Got carried away.â
âItâs fine.â You try to fluff your hair into something less âI just got thoroughly fucked.â âEveryoneâs gonna know, though.â
âThey already know.â He grins. âWe werenât exactly quiet.â
Your face heats. Heâs rightâyou definitely werenât quiet. âOh god.â
âHey.â He turns you around, hands on your shoulders. âYou good? This isnât⌠weird?â
You consider it. By all accounts, it should be weird. You just fucked one of your friends on a drunken bet. But looking at him now, his hair messy from your hands, expression open and a little concerned, it doesnât feel weird. âIâm good,â you say honestly. âYou?â
âIâm great.â His smile is genuine. âThat wasââ
âReally good,â you finish.
âYeah.â You stand there for a beat too long, and then you clear your throat. âWe should probably get back before they send a search party.â
âRight. Yeah.â He opens the door and you walk out first, down the hallway back to the living room where the entire group is absolutely not pretending they werenât waiting for you. The silence when you walk in is deafening.
âSo,â Reina says, grinning like the Cheshire cat. âScale of one to ten?â
âReina!â Maya looks mortified.
You just laugh and drop back onto the couch. âSolid eleven.â The room erupts. Jay throws a pillow at you. Sunghoon looks like he wishes he could disappear. Heeseung and Jake are cackling. Liv just gives you a knowing look and passes you a fresh drink. Jungwon sits down across from you, and when your eyes meet, he smirks. You roll your eyes but canât help smiling back.
Yeah, you think, taking a long drink. This is either the best or worst decision youâve ever made.
Itâs after three AM when the party finally winds down. People are crashed on various surfacesâNiki and Sunoo sharing the big armchair, Heeseung sprawled on the floor, Jay and Sunghoon having claimed the other couch. Maya and Jake disappeared into his room about an hour ago. Youâre pretty sober now, sitting on the balcony with Liv and Reina, sharing a cigarette and watching the campus lights below.
âSo,â Liv says, passing you the cigarette. âYou gonna talk about it?â
âWhatâs there to talk about?â
âYou fucked Jungwon.â Reina isnât one for subtlety. You nod.
âAnd?â
You take a drag, letting the smoke fill your lungs before exhaling slowly. âAnd it was really good.â
âWe gathered that from the sounds,â Reina says, grinning when you flip her off. âBut like⌠are you gonna do it again?â
âI donât know. Probably not?â Even as you say it, youâre not sure you believe it. âIt was just a drunk thing.â
âA drunk thing where you came so hard we heard you through the door,â Liv points out. Your face heats. âOh my god.â
âIâm just saying.â She shrugs. âThat kind of chemistry doesnât come around often. And youâre both single. Why not?â
âBecause heâs part of the group,â you say, voicing the concern thatâs been nagging at you since you got dressed. âIf things got messyâŚâ
âThings donât have to get messy,â Reina says. âPeople have casual sex all the time.â
âNot with their friends.â
âSure they do.â Liv stubs out the cigarette. âLook, Iâm not saying marry the guy. But if you both enjoyed it and youâre both adults⌠I donât see the problem.â
You donât have a good argument for that, mainly because youâre still thinking about his hands on your body, his mouth between your legs, the way he looked at you like you were the only person in the world. âIâll think about it,â you say finally.
Your phone buzzes at 4:17 AM. Youâre in your own bed now, having gotten an Uber home with Liv and Reina. You should be asleep but you keep replaying the night in your head.
jungwon: you up? i canât sleep
You stare at the message for a long moment before typing back. you: same
jungwon: kept thinking about earlier
Your heart rate picks up. you: yeah?
jungwon: that okay?
you: yeah. me too
Thereâs a long pause where you watch the three dots appear and disappear several times.
jungwon: look, if tonight was just a one time thing, thatâs cool. but if you ever wanted to do it again with no strings. you said it yourself. good sex is hard to find
You bite your lip, thumb hovering over the keyboard. This is probably a bad idea. You should say thanks but no thanks, keep things simple.
you: no strings?
jungwon: none. just two friends helping each other out
you: friends who fuck
jungwon: exactly
you: youâre sure this wonât make things weird with the group?
jungwon: only if we let it
You think about what Liv said. About chemistry and being adults and not overthinking things. you: okay
jungwon: yeah?
you: yeah. but we need rules
jungwon: rules work
you: we can talk about it tomorrow. when weâre sober
jungwon: sounds good. for the record though
you: ?
jungwon: you taste amazing
Your face goes hot and you let out an embarrassing sound even though youâre alone in your room. you: go to SLEEP jungwon
jungwon: sweet dreams đ
You toss your phone aside and press your face into your pillow, smiling like an idiot. This is definitely a bad idea. But god, you kind of canât wait to make it worse.
You meet Jungwon at a coffee shop off campus, neutral territory where youâre less likely to run into anyone from the group. Itâs Tuesday afternoon, and you both have a gap between classes. Heâs already there when you arrive, sitting in a corner booth with two iced americanos, and when he sees you, he slides one across the table. âWasnât sure how you take it,â he says.
âBlackâs fine.â You sit down across from him, suddenly feeling weirdly nervous. Which is stupidâyouâve literally had his dick inside you. A coffee meetup shouldnât be the awkward part. But he seems to sense it because he grins. âThis is weird, right?â
âSo weird,â you admit, and you both laugh, and just like that the tension breaks.
âOkay.â He leans back, fingers drumming on his cup. âRules.â
âRules,â you agree. âFirst one: no one can know.â
âAgreed. Jay and Sunghoon would lose their minds.â
âJay would literally try to fight you.â You take a sip of coffee. âAnd Maya would never let me hear the end of it.â
âSo weâre careful. No disappearing together at group things unless we have a good excuse.â
âAnd we stagger leaving,â you add. âLike, if you leave a party, I wait at least twenty minutes before I go.â
âSmart.â He nods. âWhat about texting?â
âKeep it normal in the group chat. If weâre gonna hook up, we text privately.â
âWorks for me.â He studies you for a moment. âWhat about other people?â
You raise an eyebrow. âOther people?â
âLike, are we exclusive? Or can we still hook up with other people?â
Itâs a fair question, even if something in your chest tightens at the thought of him with someone else. Which is stupid. This is purely physical. âWe can do whatever we want,â you say carefully. âBut if either of us starts hooking up with someone else regularly, we should probably end this. Easier that way.â
âMakes sense.â He seems to hesitate. âAnd if one of us catches feelings?â
âThen we stop immediately.â You meet his eyes. âThatâs the most important rule. This only works if weâre both on the same page.â
âAgreed.â He holds out his hand across the table. âSo we have a deal?â
You shake his hand, trying to ignore how warm his palm is against yours. âDeal.â
âCool.â He doesnât let go right away. âSo⌠your place or mine?â
Heat pools in your stomach. âEager?â
âYouâre the one who wore that skirt.â
You glance down at your denim mini skirt, then back up at him with a smirk. âI have class in two hours.â
âThatâs plenty of time.â
His apartment is closer, a small one-bedroom he shares with Heeseung whoâs conveniently at class until five. The second the door closes behind you, his mouth is on yours, backing you against the wall. âBeen thinking about this since Saturday,â he murmurs against your lips, hands sliding under your skirt to grip your ass.
âItâs only been three days.â
âThree days too long.â He picks you up and you wrap your legs around his waist as he carries you to his room. Itâs surprisingly cleanâbed made, clothes put away, posters of various bands on the walls.
He lays you on the bed and steps back, pulling his shirt over his head. You prop yourself up on your elbows to watch, admiring the view. âLike what you see?â he asks, echoing your words from the other night.
âYou already know I do.â
He grins and climbs over you, settling between your legs. âWant to try something?â
âLike what?â
âYouâll see.â His hands slide up your thighs, pushing your skirt up around your waist. âTrust me?â
âYeah,â you breathe, and you mean it.
He hooks his fingers in your underwear and drags them down slowly, and youâre already wet just from the anticipation. He spreads your legs wider, thumb brushing over your clit almost teasingly before he slides two fingers inside you. âFuck,â you gasp, hips rolling against his hand.
âStill sensitive from last time?â He pumps his fingers slowly, curling them just right.
âA little.â
He leans down to kiss you, swallowing your moan as he works you open. When he adds a third finger, the stretch makes your toes curl. He finger-fucks you until youâre panting, right on the edge, and then he stops. You make a sound of protest and he laughs. âPatience.â He reaches into his nightstand and pulls out a small vibrator.
Your eyes widen. âYou just have that?â
âEx left it here.â He turns it on, and the low buzz fills the room. âNever thought Iâd use it, butâŚâ
He presses it against your clit and you nearly jackknife off the bed. The sensation is intense, overwhelming, especially when he slides his fingers back inside you at the same time. âOh fuckâJungwonââ
âThat good?â He sounds smug, but you canât even be annoyed because heâs right. Itâs so good you can barely breathe.
He works you with the vibrator and his fingers, watching your face intently, adjusting based on your reactions. When youâre close, thighs shaking, he leans down and sucks one of your nipples into his mouth through your shirt.
You come with a cry, back arching, and he doesnât stop until youâre pushing his hand away from oversensitivity. âHoly shit,â you pant.
He turns off the vibrator and sets it aside, looking incredibly pleased with himself. âGood?â
âYou know it was.â
âWant to keep going?â Instead of answering, you sit up and push him onto his back, straddling him. You can feel how hard he is through his jeans, and you grind down against him, making him groan.
âYour turn,â you say, working his belt open. You take your time getting him naked, kissing down his chest and stomach, enjoying the way his muscles jump under your lips. When you finally get his jeans and boxers off, his cock springs free, already leaking. You wrap your hand around him, stroking slowly, and he hisses through his teeth.
âYou donât have toââ
âI want to,â you cut him off, and then you take him in your mouth.
âFuck,â he groans, hand flying to your hair. Not pushing, just holding on as you work him with your tongue. You take him as deep as you can, hollowing your cheeks, and the sounds he makes are incredibly satisfying.
You pull off with a wet pop. âYou gonna tell me what you like?â
âThat,â he says breathlessly. âI like that.â
âBe specific.â You lick up the underside of his cock. âI want to make you feel good.â
âFuckâokay, um, tighter grip, andâyeah, just like that.â His hips buck when you comply. âAnd twist your hand a little when youâoh godââ
You find a rhythm that has him falling apart, alternating between your mouth and your hand, and when you cup his balls gently, he swears. âIâm close,â he warns, tugging your hair. âIf you donât want toââ
You double down, taking him deeper, and he comes with a groan, spilling down your throat. You swallow and work him through it until heâs shaking. When you pull off and wipe your mouth, heâs staring at you like youâre some kind of miracle. âYouâre really good at that,â he says, voice wrecked.
âRight back at you.â You climb up to lie beside him. âThis is gonna be fun.â
âYeah,â he agrees, pulling you closer. âIt really is.â
The first group hangout after your arrangement starts is at someoneâs house party on Thursday. One of the senior volleyball guys is throwing it, and the place is packed by the time you arrive with Liv and Reina.
You spot the guys in the backyardâJay and Sunghoon playing beer pong against Jake and Heeseung, Sunoo and Niki smoking by the fence. And Jungwon leaning against the porch railing, red cup in hand, talking to some girl you vaguely recognize from Psychology. Something ugly twists in your chest before you can stop it.
âDonât,â Liv says quietly.
âDonât what?â
âYou know what.â She steers you toward the drinks table. âRemember the rules.â Right. The rules. You can both do whatever you want. It doesnât matter that the girl is touching his arm, laughing at something he said. It doesnât matter at all. You pour yourself a strong drink and down half of it.
âThere you are!â Maya appears, already tipsy, Jake trailing behind her. âWeâve been here for like an hour, where were you?â
âReina took forever getting ready,â Liv says, throwing her under the bus.
âExcuse me, this face is a work of art.â Reina gestures at her makeup. âIt takes time.â
You tune them out, eyes drifting back to Jungwon. The girl is still there, but now heâs looking at you. When your eyes meet, he says something to her and starts walking over. âHey,â he says when he reaches your group, giving everyone a casual nod before his eyes land on you. âYou just get here?â
âYeah.â
âCool.â His cup is empty. âIâm gonna grab another drink. Want to come?â
Itâs a normal question. The kind of thing he might have asked before. But Maya and Reina exchange a look, and you want to die. âSure.â
You follow him to the drinks table, hyperaware of the space between you. âThat girl,â you say as he pours vodka into his cup. âFrom Psychology?â
âMina. Yeah.â He adds red bull, not looking at you. âShe was asking about the midterm.â
âRight.â
âYou jealous?â Heâs smirking now, voice low enough that only you can hear.
âNo.â
âLiar.â He leans in slightly. âYou look really good, by the way.â
Youâre wearing low-waisted jeans and a cropped black tank top, simple but effective. âThanks.â
âHaving fun yet?â
âI just got here.â
âWant to have more fun later?â The suggestion in his voice is clear.
âMaybe.â You take a sip of your drink. âIf you play your cards right.â
âChallenge accepted.â
Two hours later, youâre drunk and high and dancing in the crowded living room with Reina and some people from your Communications class. The music is too loud, bodies pressed too close, and youâre sweaty and happy and not thinking about anything.
Until hands settle on your waist from behind. You know itâs Jungwon before you even turn aroundâyouâre getting familiar with his touch. Heâs behind you, moving with you, and it takes everything in you not to lean back against him. âThought you were playing beer pong,â you say over your shoulder.
âGot boring.â His breath is warm against your ear. âThis is better.â
You shouldnât be doing this. People will notice. But the room is dark and crowded, and everyoneâs drunk, and his body feels so good against yours. You let yourself grind back against him, just a little, and his grip on your waist tightens.
âYouâre trouble,â he murmurs.
âYou started it.â
One of his hands slides lower, fingers playing with the belt loop of your jeans, not quite dipping under but close enough to make you ache. âYour place or mine?â he asks.
âMine. Livâs staying at her girlfriendâs.â
âMeet you there in twenty?â
âMake it fifteen.â
He shows up in twelve minutes. The second you open your apartment door, heâs on you, walking you backward until you hit the wall. His mouth is hot and demanding, tasting like weed and whatever he was drinking, and you canât get enough. âFuck, Iâve been wanting to do this all night,â he groans, hands everywhere at once.
âYou were talking to that girl for like twenty minutes.â
He pulls back to look at you, grinning. âYou were jealous.â
âShut up.â
âYou were.â He kisses down your neck. âThatâs cute.â
âI wasnâtââ You lose your train of thought when he bites down on your pulse point.
âWhatever you say.â His hands slide under your shirt, pushing it up. âCan I take this off?â
âYes.â
Your shirt and bra hit the floor, and then his mouth is on your breast and you stop caring about anything else. He takes his time, sucking marks into your skin that youâll have to cover tomorrow, and when he drops to his knees in front of you, your brain short-circuits. âThese too?â Heâs already unbuttoning your jeans.
âPlease.â He gets you naked efficiently, and then heâs lifting one of your legs over his shoulder, face level with your pussy.
âHold on to something,â he advises, and then his tongue is on you. You grip his hair with one hand, the other braced against the wall, as he devours you. Heâs not gentle about itâlicking and sucking and fucking you with his tongue until your leg is shaking and youâre barely staying upright.
âJungwonâfuckâIâm gonna fallââ
He stands up, and before you can process it, heâs lifting you. You wrap your legs around his waist and he carries you to your bedroom, laying you out on the bed.
âBetter?â he asks.
âMuch.â
He strips quickly and you admire the viewâheâs fully hard, cock jutting up against his stomach. When he settles between your legs again, you expect him to reach for a condom, but instead he slides down your body. âWant to try something else,â he says, kissing your inner thigh.
âYeah?â
âCan I go down on you while you suck me?â
Heat floods through you. âLike 69?â
âYeah.â He looks almost nervous. âIf you want.â
âOkay.â He repositions so heâs on his back, and you straddle his face, leaning forward to take his cock in your hand. The angle is different like this, and when his tongue finds your clit, you gasp.
âFuckâsorryââ Youâre distracted, and you force yourself to focus, wrapping your lips around him.
Itâs intense, trying to concentrate on getting him off while heâs making you feel so good. Every time you take him deeper, he groans against your pussy, and the vibration makes you moan around him.
Youâre dripping on his face, riding his tongue, and his hands grip your ass, pulling you down harder. The obscene wet sounds fill the room, and youâre so turned on you can barely see straight.
When he slides two fingers inside you while sucking your clit, you come with his cock still in your mouth, and he follows seconds later, groaning your name. You collapse beside him, both of you breathing hard. âHoly shit,â you say eventually.
âGood?â
âSo good.â You turn your head to look at him. âYouâre full of ideas.â
âI like making you come.â He says it so casually, like itâs a fact. âWant to see how many times I can do it.â
âIs that a challenge?â
âIf you want it to be.â
You glance at the clockâitâs barely midnight. âHow many orgasms are we talking?â
âHow many can you handle?â
âMore than youâd think.â
His smile is wicked. âLetâs find out.â
Forty minutes and two more orgasms later (one from his fingers, one from actually fucking), youâre a boneless mess in your sheets and Jungwon looks unreasonably smug. âI think I won,â he says.
âYou didnâtâI made you come tooââ
âTwice. You came four times.â
âItâs not a competition.â
âEverythingâs a competition.â But heâs smiling, tracing lazy patterns on your hip. âYou okay? Not too much?â
âIâm great.â And you areâexhausted and satisfied and floating. âYouâre really good at this.â
âSo are you.â He kisses your shoulder. âWe work well together.â
âYeah,â you agree. âWe do.â Your phone buzzes on the nightstand. You reach for it and find a string of messages in the group chat. maya: where did everyone gooooo
reina: i saw y/n leave and jungwon left like right after đ
jay: oh god not this again
sunghoon: can we NOT
heeseung: let them live lmao
reina: iâm just SAYING
liv: leave them alone
You show Jungwon the messages and he laughs. âWeâre not subtle,â he says.
âNot even a little bit.â
âDoes it bother you?â
You think about it. The teasing is annoying, but itâs not like youâre ashamed. âNo. Does it bother you?â
âNah.â He stretches, all long limbs and satisfied energy. âLet them speculate. As long as we donât confirm anything, weâre good.â
âAgreed.â You type out a response. you: i left because i was tired. stop being weird
reina: SURE
you: i hate you
reina: love you too babe đ
You toss your phone aside and curl into Jungwonâs side. He wraps an arm around you automatically, and it feels dangerously comfortable. âShould you go?â you ask. âItâs late.â
âDo you want me to?â
You should say yes. Letting him stay feels too intimate, too couple-y. But youâre tired and warm and heâs already half-asleep. âYou can stay if you want.â
âOkay.â Heâs already drifting off.
You lie awake a little longer, listening to his breathing even out, trying not to think about how right this feels. Itâs just sex, you remind yourself. Really good sex with someone you trust. Thatâs all. You almost believe it.
Friday afternoon you have Intro to Film Studies, and youâre running late because you definitely overslept after Jungwon didnât leave until 6 AM. You slide into your usual seat next to this guy Marcus from your dorm building just as the professor starts. âRough night?â Marcus whispers, grinning.
âSomething like that.â Youâre trying to focus on the lecture about French New Wave cinema when your phone buzzes.
jungwon: you left your underwear in my car
You freeze. you: WHAT
jungwon: black lace ones. very nice btw
you: how did they end up in your car???
jungwon: you really donât remember?
And then you do remember. Wednesday night, he picked you up after your late class, you made out in his car in the parking garage, things escalated, and apparently you forgot to put all your clothes back on.
you: oh my god
jungwon: donât worry, heeseung didnât see them
jungwon: i hid them before he got in
you: this is a nightmare
jungwon: or itâs funny
you: WHERE ARE THEY NOW
jungwon: my pocket
you: JUNGWON
jungwon: what? theyâre safe
you: youâre insane
jungwon: you like it
You bite your lip to keep from smiling, hyperaware that youâre in the middle of class. you: iâm in class
jungwon: so am i. keeps things interesting
you: i hate you
jungwon: you definitely donât. not after the sounds you were making wednesday night
Your face goes hot. you: STOP
jungwon: come over after class?
you: canât. studying with maya
jungwon: tomorrow?
you: thereâs that party at the phi delt house
jungwon: sunday then
you: sunday works
jungwon: itâs a date
you: itâs not a date
jungwon: right. forgot. just two friends fucking
you: exactly
jungwon: canât wait đ
You shove your phone in your bag and try to concentrate on the lecture, but itâs useless. Youâre too busy thinking about Sunday, about his hands and his mouth and the way he says your name when he comes. This is getting dangerous. But you canât seem to stop.
The party Saturday night is massiveâPhi Delt always goes hard. You show up with your girls, already tipsy from pregaming, and immediately lose track of everyone in the crowd. Youâre in the kitchen mixing a drink when someone bumps into you, sloshing vodka on your hand. âShit, sorryâoh hey!â
You turn to find Mina, the girl from Jungwonâs Psych class. Up close sheâs even prettierâlong dark hair, perfect skin, bright smile. âNo worries,â you say, wiping your hand on your jeans.
âYouâre friends with Jungwon, right?â she asks. âIâve seen you guys together.â
Something in your chest tightens. âYeah, weâre friends.â
âHeâs so sweet.â Sheâs making herself a drink, completely oblivious to your internal crisis. âWeâve been studying together for Psych. Heâs really smart.â
âYeah, he is.â
âAre you guys like⌠together? I donât want to step on any toes.â
The question catches you off guard. âOhâno, weâre just friends.â
âCool!â She seems genuinely relieved. âI was thinking about asking him out. Do you think heâd be into that?â
You should say yes. Or say you donât know. You should definitely not feel like you want to throw your drink in her face, because you have no claim on Jungwon. Thatâs the whole point. âYou should ask him,â you say, forcing a smile.
âI think I will!â She bounces off, and youâre left standing there feeling weird and hollow.
You down your drink and make another one, stronger this time. âEasy there,â a voice says, and you turn to find Jay watching you with concern. âYou okay?â
âFine.â
âYouâre drinking like youâre not fine.â
âIâm just trying to have fun, Jay. Is that allowed?â
He holds up his hands. âOkay, okay. Just checking.â
You feel bad immediately. âSorry. Iâm just⌠itâs been a week.â
âWant to talk about it?â You shake your head no. âDoes this have anything to do with Jungwon?â
Your head snaps up. âWhy would it?â
âCome on.â Jay gives you a look. âIâm not stupid. Neither is Sunghoon. We know somethingâs going on.â
âNothingâs going on.â
âRight. And you guys just happened to leave that party within five minutes of each other for completely unrelated reasons.âYou donât say anything. âLook,â Jay says, his voice gentler. âI donât care what you guys do. Youâre both adults. I just donât want to see you get hurt.â
âIâm not going to get hurt. Itâs just casual.â
âIs it?â
Before you can answer, Jungwon appears in the doorway, Mina trailing behind him. When he sees you, something flickers across his face. âHey,â he says.
âHey.â
Mina touches his arm. âIâm gonna go find my friends, but text me about that study session?â
âSure,â he says, and she leaves.
You feel Jay watching both of you. âIâm gonna go find Sunghoon,â he says pointedly. âYou two⌠talk. Or whatever.â
When heâs gone, Jungwon moves closer. âYou okay?â
âFine. Why wouldnât I be?â
âYou seem tense.â
âIâm not tense.â
âOkay.â He doesnât look convinced. âYou want to get out of here?â
âI just got here.â
âSo?â
âSo people will notice.â
âLet them notice.â His hand brushes yours, brief but deliberate. âCome on. Please?â
You shouldnât. You should stay at the party, hang out with your friends, stop making everything about him. âFine,â you say. âBut you leave first.â
You end up at his place again. Heeseung is gone for the weekend, so you have the apartment to yourselves. The second the door closes, heâs kissing you, and it feels different somehow. More desperate. Like heâs trying to prove something. âWhat was that about?â you ask when you break for air.
âWhat was what about?â
âWith Mina.â
âNothing. She wants to study together.â
âShe wants to do more than study.â
He pulls back slightly, looking at you. âAre you jealous?â
âNo.â
âYou are.â He sounds pleased.
âIâm notâwe have rules, Jungwon. You can do whatever you want.â
âSo can you.â His jaw tightens. âDidnât stop me from wanting to punch Marcus when I saw him sitting next to you in the library yesterday.â
âYou saw that?â
âYeah.â
âWeâre just study partners.â
âI know.â He kisses you again, softer this time. âThis is stupid, right? We shouldnât be jealous.â
âRight.â
âBecause itâs just casual.â
âExactly.â Youâre both quiet for a moment.
âFor the record,â he says finally, âIâm not interested in Mina. Or anyone else.â
âYouâre not?â
âNo.â He tucks a strand of hair behind your ear. âThisâwhat we haveâit works. I donât want to fuck it up by bringing other people into it.â
Relief washes over you. âYeah. Same.â
âSo⌠exclusive, then? Just while this is happening?â
âJust while this is happening,â you agree.
âGood.â He kisses you again, and this time when you end up in his bed, it feels different. Slower. More intentional.
He takes his time undressing you, kissing every inch of skin he exposes. When he finally settles between your legs, he looks up at you. âTell me what you want,â he says.
âYou.â
âBe specific.â
âI wantââ Youâre breathless already and he hasnât even touched you yet. âI want your mouth.â
âWhere?â
âYou know where.â
âSay it.â His breath ghosts over your inner thigh.
âMy pussy,â you say, face heating. âI want your mouth on my pussy.â
âGood girl.â The praise makes you clench around nothing, and then his tongue is on you and you forget how to think. Heâs devastatingly thorough, alternating between broad strokes and focused attention on your clit, sliding his fingers inside you when you start to squirm. Youâre panting, desperate, right on the edge when he stops.
âJungwonââ
âWant you to come on my cock,â he says, reaching for a condom. He rolls it on and slides into you in one smooth thrust, and you both groan. The angle is perfect, hitting deep, and when he starts to move, you wrap your legs around his waist to pull him closer. âFuck, you feel so good,â he breathes against your neck. âSo wet for me.â
âDonât stopââ
âNot stopping.â His hand slides between your bodies to rub your clit. âWant to feel you come.â
It doesnât take long. The combination of his cock and his fingers pushes you over the edge, and you come with a cry, clenching around him. He follows right after, burying his face in your neck as he pulses inside you. You stay like that for a while, catching your breath, his weight comfortable on top of you.
âYouâre staying tonight, right?â he asks eventually.
âYeah,â you say, and you donât even pretend to think about it. âIâm staying.â
He rolls off you to deal with the condom, and when he comes back, he pulls you against his chest. You let yourself relax into him, listening to his heartbeat slow. This is definitely more than just casual. But neither of you says it out loud.
Three months in, and youâve gotten good at this. Really good. You and Jungwon have the routine down to an art form. You donât leave parties together anymoreâone of you leaves, the other waits at least half an hour. You vary whose place you go to. You keep your hands to yourselves during group hangouts, no lingering touches or loaded looks. In the group chat, you bicker and joke like you always have.
To everyone else, the initial excitement has worn off. Whatever was happening between you two seems to have fizzled out. Even Reina has stopped making comments. Which is perfect, because it means no one notices that youâre fucking almost every other day.
Itâs a Wednesday afternoon in mid-October, and youâre sprawled across various surfaces in Jay and Sunghoonâs apartment. Maya and Jake are tangled together on the loveseat, Liv is rolling a joint at the coffee table, Reina is painting her nails on the floor. The guys are scattered aroundâJay and Sunghoon playing FIFA, Heeseung scrolling his phone, Sunoo showing Niki something on his laptop. And Jungwon is sitting across from you in the armchair, looking completely relaxed, like he wasnât buried inside you this morning before your 9 AM class.
âIâm so fucking hungry,â Reina announces. âCan we order food?â
âItâs three in the afternoon,â Sunghoon says, not looking away from the TV.
âYour point?â
Everyone starts debating what to order, and you catch Jungwonâs eye across the room. He raises an eyebrow slightly, and you know exactly what heâs thinking about. This morning, you pinned against his shower wall, water streaming over both of you, his hand over your mouth to keep you quiet even though Heeseung wasnât home. You bite your lip and look away before you start smiling like an idiot.
âEarth to Y/N,â Niki says, waving a hand in front of your face. âYou alive in there?â
âWhat? Yeah, sorry.â
âI was asking about that guy you were telling me about.â He grins. âThe one from a few weeks ago?â
Your brain stalls. âWhat guy?â
âYou know, when we went to get coffee last week. You were telling me about hooking up with someone and how he was like, insanely good?â
Oh shit. You do vaguely remember that conversationâyou and Niki had gotten coffee between classes, and heâd been asking about your dating life, and youâd maybe been too honest about how good the sex had been lately. Youâd kept it vague, hadnât mentioned names, but still. The room has gotten quiet, everyone paying attention now. âOh,â you say, very aware of Jungwonâs eyes on you. âThat was⌠nothing. Just some guy.â
âSome guy whoâs apparently the best fuck youâve ever had,â Niki says, looking way too entertained. âThose were your exact words.â
âNikiââ
âWhat? Iâm just saying, thatâs high praise coming from you.â
Reina sits up straighter. âWait, hold on. Youâve been holding out on us? Who is this mystery man?â
âItâs not a big dealââ
âBest fuck of your life sounds like a big deal,â Liv points out, though sheâs trying not to smile. Sheâs the only one who knows the truth, and sheâs clearly enjoying watching you squirm.
âAre you still seeing him?â Maya asks.
âItâs casual.â
âIs it that guy from your Econ class?â Reina guesses. âThe tall one with the man bun?â
âNo.â
âThe bartender from that club we went to?â
âNo.â
âGive us something,â Sunoo pleads dramatically. âWe need details.â
You absolutely cannot look at Jungwon. âThere are no details. Itâs just⌠casual hookups. Nothing serious.â
âBut the sex is good?â Reina presses.
âYeah,â you admit, because denying it now would be weird. âThe sex is really good.â
âHow good are we talking?â Heeseung asks. âLike, good good, or like, mind-blowing life-changing good?â
Your face is burning. âCan we please talk about literally anything else?â
âOh my god, itâs mind-blowing life-changing good,â Reina says gleefully. âLook at her face!â
âI hate all of you.â
âWhat makes it so good?â Maya asks, genuinely curious. âLike, whatâs he doing thatâs so different?â
âMaya!â
âWhat? Iâm trying to learn here!â
You risk a glance at Jungwon. Heâs very still, expression carefully neutral, but thereâs something in his eyes. You canât tell if heâs annoyed or amused or something else entirely. âHe justââ You struggle for words that wonât give anything away. âHe pays attention, I guess? Like, he actually cares about getting me off. And heâs⌠confident. Knows what heâs doing.â
âSize?â Reina asks bluntly.
âOh my god, Reina!â
âWhat? Itâs a relevant question!â
âIâm not answering that.â
âSo itâs good,â she concludes. âNoted.â
âCan we please order food now?â you beg.
Jay takes pity on you. âYeah, letâs vote. Pizza or Thai?â
The conversation mercifully moves on, and you finally let yourself breathe. But when you glance at Jungwon again, heâs looking at his phone, jaw tight. Shit.
The group ends up ordering pizza, and by the time it arrives, youâve almost forgotten about the awkward conversation. Almost. Youâre halfway through your second slice when your phone buzzes: jungwon: can you come help me with something in the car?
You frown at the message. You all walked here, no one drove. you: what?
jungwon: just come outside for a sec
You make an excuse about needing air and head downstairs. Jungwon is waiting by the building entrance, hands in his pockets. âWhatâs wrong?â you ask.
âReally?â He looks at you. âBest fuck of your life?â
Oh. âYouâre mad about that?â
âIâm not mad.â
âYou sound mad.â
âIâm notââ He runs a hand through his hair. âI just donât love the idea of you telling Niki about us.â
âI didnât tell him about us. I kept it vague. He doesnât know itâs you.â
âBut you were talking about me. About our sex life.â
âIs that not allowed?â You cross your arms. âWeâre not together, Jungwon. I can talk to my friends.â
âI know that.â His jaw ticks. âI justâforget it.â
âNo, what? Say what youâre thinking.â
Heâs quiet for a long moment. âDid you mean it? What you said up there?â
âAbout what?â
âAbout it being the best youâve had.â
Your stomach flips. âI⌠yeah. I meant it.â
His expression softens slightly. âYeah?â
âYeah.â You step closer. âWhy, did you doubt it?â
âNo, I justâŚâ He trails off, looking almost embarrassed. âI liked hearing it, I guess. Even if I wasnât supposed to be the one hearing it.â
âYouâre so weird.â
âYou like it,â he says, echoing your texts from months ago.
âMaybe.â You glance back at the building. âWe should go back up before someone notices.â
âWait.â He catches your wrist. âCome over tonight?â
âJungwon, we just saw each other this morning.â
âSo?â
âSo weâre supposed to be keeping this low-key.â
âI am keeping it low-key. No one suspects anything anymore.â He tugs you closer. âPlease? I want to try something.â
âYou always want to try something.â
âAnd you always like it.â Heâs smirking now. âCome on. I promise Iâll make it worth your while.â
You shouldnât. Youâre supposed to be at the library studying for your midterm tomorrow. But the way heâs looking at you makes your resolve crumble. âFine. But I canât stay over. I really do need to study.â
âIâll take what I can get.â
You show up at his apartment at eleven, after spending three hours actually studying with Maya. Heeseung is home this time, playing video games in the living room. âHey,â he says when you walk in. âJungwonâs in his room.â
âCool, thanks.â Youâve been here enough times now that itâs not weird anymore. Heeseung barely looks up when you head down the hall and knock on Jungwonâs door.
âCome in.â Heâs at his desk, laptop open, but he closes it when he sees you. âHey.â
âHey.â You drop your bag by the door. âWhat did you want to try?â
âImpatient.â
âI have a midterm at 8 AM. Get to the point.â
He stands and crosses to you, and thereâs something different about his energy tonight. More intense. âI want you to tell me exactly what you want.â
âI always tell you what you want.â
âNo,â he says. âYou tell me when I ask. I want you to take control. Tell me exactly what to do.â
Heat pools in your stomach. âYou want me to⌠boss you around?â
âYeah.â His hands settle on your hips. âThink you can do that?â
âIââ Youâre flustered now. Youâre used to him being in charge, confident and directing everything. The idea of flipping that dynamic isâŚ
âYou donât have to,â he says quickly. âIf youâre not into itââ
âIâm into it,â you cut him off. âJust⌠give me a second.â He waits, patient, and you take a breath. You can do this. Youâve been sleeping together for three months. You know what he likes, what makes him fall apart.
âOkay,â you say, and your voice comes out steadier than you feel. âTake off your shirt.â He complies immediately, pulling it over his head and tossing it aside.
âJeans too.â He unbuttons them, pushes them down with his boxers, and kicks them away. Heâs already half-hard, and the sight makes your mouth water.
âLie down on the bed.â He does, and you take a moment to just look at him. Heâs gorgeous like thisâall lean muscle and smooth skin, cock thickening against his stomach, watching you with dark eyes.
âTouch yourself,â you say. His hand wraps around his cock, stroking slowly, and you watch, mesmerized.
âWhat are you thinking about?â you ask.
âYou.â His voice is rough. âAlways you.â
âWhat about me?â
âThe way you taste. The sounds you make when you come. How good you feel wrapped around my cock.â
Youâre definitely wet now. You start stripping, taking your time, and his eyes track every movement. âYouâre so fucking hot,â he breathes.
When youâre naked, you climb onto the bed and straddle his thighs, just out of reach. âStop touching yourself.â He does, hand falling to his side, and you lean down to kiss him. Itâs slow and deep, and when you pull back, his pupils are blown. âI want your mouth,â you say.
âWhere?â
âYou know where.â
âSay it.â His breath ghosts over your inner thigh.
âMy pussy,â you say, face heating. âI want your mouth on my pussy.â
âGood girl.â The praise makes you clench around nothing, and then his tongue is on you and you forget how to think.
Youâre straddling his face, thighs bracketing his head. The position makes you feel powerful and vulnerable at the same time. âEat me out,â you order. âDonât stop until I come.â
He doesnât need to be told twice. His tongue finds your clit immediately, and you gasp, gripping his hair for balance. Heâs good at thisâyouâve known that since the very first timeâbut something about being in control makes it even better. âJust like that,â you pant, rolling your hips against his face. âFuck, your tongue feels so good.â
He groans against you, hands gripping your ass, pulling you down harder. You ride his face shamelessly, chasing your pleasure, and when he slides two fingers inside you, crooking them just right while his tongue works your clit, you actually see stars. âHoly shit,â you gasp, one hand fisted in his hair, the other gripping the sheets.
He adds a second finger, stretching you, and the combination of his mouth and his fingers pumping into you is almost too much. Youâre making sounds youâve never made before, completely uninhibited, and heâs groaning against you like getting you off is getting him off. âJungwon, Iâmâfuck, Iâm closeââ
He doesnât change what heâs doing. Doesnât speed up or switch techniques like so many guys do right when youâre on the edge. He just keeps that same perfect rhythm, fingers curling inside you, tongue circling your clit, and you come harder than you ever have with another person. Your whole body goes taut, thighs clamping around his head as waves of pleasure crash over you. He works you through it, only lightening his touch when you start to squirm from sensitivity.
Youâre still trembling when you climb off him, and his face is wet, lips swollen. He looks incredibly pleased with himself. âGood?â he asks.
âSo good.â You kiss him, tasting yourself. âBut Iâm not done with you yet.â
âNo?â
âNo.â You wrap your hand around his cock, and he hisses. âI want to ride you. But you donât get to touch me.â
âWhat?â
âHands behind your head.â He complies, lacing his fingers behind his head, biceps flexing. You grab a condom from his nightstand and roll it on, and then youâre sinking down onto him, both of you groaning at the sensation.
âFuck,â he breathes. âYou feel amazing.â
âNo touching,â you remind him when his hands twitch.
âThis is torture.â
âThis is fun.â You start to move, rolling your hips, finding the angle that makes you both moan. âWatch me.â
He does, eyes glued to where youâre joined, then traveling up to your bouncing breasts, your face. âYouâre so fucking beautiful.â
âTell me what you want,â you say.
âWant to touch you. Want to flip you over and fuck you into the mattress.â
âNot yet.â You lean back, bracing your hands on his thighs, changing the angle. âOh fuckâright thereââ
âYeah?â His voice is strained. âThat feel good?â
âSo goodââ Youâre close again, which should be impossible but apparently Jungwon has ruined you for anyone else. âIâm gonna come againââ
âLet me see.â His hands are fisted in his hair, knuckles white from the effort of not touching you. âWant to see you fall apart on my cock.â The words push you over the edge. You come with a cry, clenching around him, and he groans.
âCan I touch you now?â he begs. âPleaseââ
âYesââ
His hands are on you immediately, gripping your hips, and he thrusts up into you hard. Youâre oversensitive and itâs almost too much, but then heâs sitting up, wrapping his arms around you, and kissing you desperately. âYouâre incredible,â he pants against your mouth. âFucking incredibleââ
He comes with his face buried in your neck, and you hold him through it, both of you slick with sweat. When you both catch your breath, he flops back onto the bed, bringing you with him. âThat wasââ he starts.
âYeah.â
âWe should do that again.â
âDefinitely.â You glance at the clock and groan. âShit, I really need to go study.â
âStay,â he says. âJust for a little bit.â
âJungwonââ
âPlease? We can study together. I have a midterm tomorrow too.â
You should say no. Should go back to your apartment and study alone like you planned. But his arms are around you and youâre comfortable and warm, and maybe staying for an hour wonât hurt. âFine,â you say. âOne hour.â You stay for three.
A week later, youâre at another partyâthis one at someoneâs house off campus. Itâs someoneâs birthday, youâre not sure whose, but the music is good and the drinks are strong and youâre having fun. Youâre in the kitchen with Liv and some people from your Communications class when you see Jungwon walk in with Heeseung and Jake. He spots you immediately, and you quickly look away. Youâve been good about not staring at each other at parties. Good about acting normal.
But then some girl approaches himâblonde, pretty, wearing a crop top that shows off her absâand you watch as she touches his arm, leans in close to say something in his ear. Your stomach twists.
âYou okay?â Liv asks quietly.
âFine.â
âYouâre glaring.â
âIâm not glaring.â
âYouâre definitely glaring.â She follows your gaze. âItâs just some random girl. It doesnât mean anything.â
âI know that.â
But when the girl laughs at something Jungwon says, her hand still on his arm, you feel something ugly rise in your chest. This is stupid. You have no claim on him. Youâre not together. He can talk to whoever he wants. You turn away and pour yourself another drink.
âWant to go dance?â Liv suggests.
âYeah. Letâs go.â You spend the next hour on the makeshift dance floor, deliberately not looking for Jungwon, deliberately not caring where he is or who heâs talking to.
Itâs fine. Everythingâs fine.
Youâre getting another drink when you feel someone behind you. âHaving fun?â Jungwonâs voice in your ear makes you shiver.
âYeah. You?â
âItâs alright.â Heâs close enough that you can feel his body heat. âWant to get out of here?â
âBusy tonight.â
âBusy with what?â
âJust⌠busy.â
âAre you mad at me?â
âWhy would I be mad?â
âYou tell me.â
You turn to face him. âThat girl you were talking to. She was pretty.â
Understanding dawns in his eyes. âAre you jealous?â
âNo.â
âLiar.â He steps closer. âFor the record, she asked for directions. Thatâs it.â
âI donât care.â
âYou clearly do.â His hand brushes yours. âCome over. Let me prove I only want you.â
You should say no. Should make him work for it. But the look in his eyes makes your resolve crumble. âFine,â you say. âBut youâre leaving first this time.â
By the time you get to his apartment, youâre both frantic. You barely make it inside before youâre tearing at each otherâs clothes, kissing desperately. âYou drive me crazy,â he mutters against your lips, walking you backward toward his room. âWatching you dance with those guysââ
âI wasnât dancing with anyone specificallyââ
âDidnât matter. Wanted to punch all of them anyway.â He gets you naked and on his bed, and then heâs between your legs, and this time thereâs an edge to it. Like heâs claiming you, proving something. He eats you out until youâre crying, overstimulated and desperate, and then he flips you over.
âOn your knees,â he orders, and you comply, ass in the air. He slides into you from behind and you both groan. The angle is deep, almost too much, and when he starts to move, you can barely breathe.
âYou feel so good,â he pants, hands gripping your hips hard enough to bruise. âSo fucking perfect.â
âHarderââ
He complies, fucking into you relentlessly, and you fist the sheets, moaning into the pillow. âNo one else gets to have you like this,â he growls, and the possessiveness in his voice shouldnât turn you on as much as it does. âJust me. Right?â
âYesâfuckâyesâjust youââ
One of his hands slides around to rub your clit and you come with a scream, clenching around him. He follows right after, collapsing on top of you.
When you can both move again, he pulls out carefully and you both clean up in silence. Thereâs something heavy in the air, something unsaid. âStay,â he says when you start to get dressed.
âI canât keep staying over, Jungwon. People will noticeââ
âI donât care anymore.â He catches your wrist. âStay.â
You look at himâreally look at him. His hair is a mess, lips swollen from kissing, and heâs looking at you like youâre something precious. This is getting too real. Too intense. Youâre supposed to be keeping things casual, but nothing about the way you feel when youâre with him is casual anymore. âOkay,â you say quietly. âIâll stay.â
He pulls you back into bed, and you curl into his side, listening to his heartbeat slow. âY/N?â he says after a while.
âYeah?â
âThis thing with usâŚâ He trails off.
Your heart pounds. âWhat about it?â
âNothing. Never mind.â
But youâre both thinking the same thing. This stopped being casual a long time ago. Neither of you is ready to admit it yet.
November hits campus like a cold slap. The trees are bare, everyoneâs walking around in puffer jackets and beanies, and the semester is hitting that point where everyoneâs exhausted and stressed and living on coffee and spite.
Youâre in Advanced Marketing on a Thursday morning, half-asleep and trying to absorb information about consumer behavior models, when Professor Chen makes an announcement. âBefore we start, I want to introduce a new student joining us. This is Daniel Choiâheâs transferring from NYU. Daniel, why donât you tell us a bit about yourself?â
You glance up andâoh. Daniel is tall, with broad shoulders, dark hair styled back, and an easy smile. Heâs wearing a navy sweater that probably costs more than your textbooks, and when he speaks, his voice is warm and confident. âHey everyone. Iâm a junior, majoring in Marketing and Communications. Just moved here from New York, so still figuring out the campus. Looking forward to getting to know you all.â
âWonderful,â Professor Chen says. âWhy donât you take that seat next to Y/N? Y/N, raise your hand?â
You do, reluctantly, and Daniel makes his way over, sliding into the seat beside you. âHey,â he says, smile widening. âThanks for letting me sit here.â
âItâs not really my seat to give, but sure.â
He laughs. âFair point. Iâm Daniel.â
âY/N.â
âNice to meet you, Y/N.â Then Professor Chen launches into the lecture, and you try to focus, but youâre aware of Daniel beside youâthe way he takes notes on his laptop, occasionally glancing over at your notebook like heâs comparing, the expensive cologne thatâs subtle but noticeable.
When class ends, he turns to you. âHey, I know this is random, but do you think you could help me out? Iâm completely lost on where anything is on this campus.â
âThere are mapsââ
âI know, but theyâre confusing as hell.â He gives you a slightly sheepish look. âAnd Professor Chen mentioned youâre a great student. I could use someone to show me around, maybe fill me in on what Iâve missed in class so far?â
You should say no. Youâre busy. You have your own classes and your friends and your⌠whatever Jungwon is. But Daniel seems nice, and itâs just showing someone around campus. âSure,â you find yourself saying. âI have a break after this. I can give you a quick tour.â
âYouâre a lifesaver.â His smile is genuinely grateful. âCan I at least buy you coffee?â
You spend the next hour showing Daniel around campusâthe library, the student center, the various academic buildings, the good food spots versus the ones to avoid. Heâs easy to talk to, asking questions about classes and professors, and heâs funny in a dry, clever way that makes you laugh.
âSo NYU to here,â you say as you walk past the quad. âThatâs a big change.â
âYeah.â He shoves his hands in his pockets. âMy dad got relocated for work, and the family moved. Figured Iâd come with them rather than stay in New York alone. Plus, cheaper tuition as an in-state student.â
âThatâs fair. How are you liking it so far?â
âCampus is nice. People seem cool.â He glances at you. âPresent company especially.â Itâs flirty but not obnoxiously so, and you feel your face warm slightly.
âWait until you experience your first real winter here,â you say, deflecting. âThen weâll see if you still think itâs nice.â
âIâm from New York. I can handle cold.â
âThis is different. This is Midwest cold. The kind that hurts your face.â
He laughs. âIâll take your word for it.â
You show him a few more buildings, and by the time youâre done, your break is almost over. âThis was really helpful,â Daniel says. âSeriously, thank you.â
âNo problem.â
âCan I get your number? In case I have questions about class or campus stuff?â Itâs innocent enough. Just a new student wanting help navigating. You give him your number. âThanks.â He saves it in his phone. âIâll see you next class?â
âYeah, see you.â You watch him walk away, and youâre surprised to find yourself smiling a little.
You donât think much about Daniel over the next few days. Youâre busy with midterms and work and your friends. And Jungwon. Especially Jungwon.
Youâve been spending even more time together latelyâstudying at his place, grabbing food between classes, and obviously still hooking up regularly. Itâs gotten to the point where you have a toothbrush at his apartment and he has spare clothes at yours. It should worry you how domestic itâs becoming. It doesnât.
Youâre at his place on Saturday night, both of you on his bed with your laptops, supposedly working on separate assignments but really just procrastinating together. âIâm so sick of this essay,â you groan, flopping backward.
âHow much do you have left?â
âLike, three pages.â
âThatâs not bad.â
âItâs three pages I donât want to write.â You roll over to look at him. âEntertain me.â
âIâm busy.â
âNo youâre not. Youâve been on the same paragraph for twenty minutes.â
He closes his laptop with a sigh. âFine. What do you want to do?â
âI donât know. Something that isnât homework.â
He shifts closer, hand sliding up your thigh. âI can think of something.â
âWe literally had sex an hour ago.â
âSo?â
You laugh and push his hand away. âYouâre insatiable.â
âOnly with you.â Heâs smiling but thereâs something in his eyes that makes your chest tight.
Your phone buzzes on the nightstand. You reach for it and see a text from an unknown number.
unknown: hey! itâs daniel from marketing class. hope this isnât weird but i had a question about the assignment due next week?
You smile and save his contact. you: not weird at all! whatâs your question?
âWhoâs that?â Jungwon asks, and thereâs an edge to his voice.
âNew guy in my marketing class. He transferred from NYU.â
âAnd heâs texting you?â
âHe had a question about the assignment.â You glance at Jungwon. âWhy?â
âNo reason.â But his jaw is tight, and you recognize that look. Heâs jealous.
Your phone buzzes again. daniel: professor chen mentioned something about a group project? do you know if groups are assigned or if we pick our own?
you: we pick our own! usually groups of 3-4. i can add you to mine if you want? we still need one more person
daniel: that would be amazing. thank you! also totally unrelated but are you free tomorrow? wanted to check out that coffee place you mentioned and could use the company
You hesitate. Itâs just coffee. Daniel is nice, and heâs new and doesnât know anyone. It would be rude to say no. you: sure! iâm free around 2?
daniel: perfect. iâll meet you there
You set your phone down and find Jungwon staring at you. âWhat?â
âYouâre getting coffee with him?â
âHeâs new. He doesnât know anyone. Iâm being nice.â
âRight. Nice.â He doesnât sound convinced.
âJungwon, itâs just coffee.â
âDoes he know that?â
âKnow what?â
âThat itâs âjust coffee.â Or does he think itâs a date?â
You sit up. âItâs not a date. Weâre literally just getting coffee. Why do you care?â
âI donât.â
âYou clearly do.â
âI justââ He runs a hand through his hair, frustrated. âNever mind. Do whatever you want.â
âI am doing whatever I want. Thatâs kind of the point of this arrangement, remember?â
The words come out harsher than you intended, and something flashes across his faceâhurt, maybe, or anger, you canât tell. âRight,â he says quietly. âThe arrangement.â
The air between you feels heavy, wrong. You want to take it back, to explain that you donât actually want to get coffee with Daniel, that youâd rather spend tomorrow with Jungwon like you spend most days. But you donât say any of that. âI should go,â you say instead, closing your laptop. âItâs late.â
âYou donât have toââ
âI have an early class tomorrow anyway.â You gather your stuff quickly, and Jungwon doesnât try to stop you. When you leave, he doesnât ask you to stay like he usually does. You tell yourself itâs fine. Everythingâs fine.
Coffee with Daniel is actually really nice. Heâs waiting outside the cafĂŠ when you arrive, and he lights up when he sees you. âHey! Thanks for coming.â
âOf course.â
Inside, the place is cozy and warm, smelling like espresso and cinnamon. You order your usual and Daniel gets some complicated drink with like five different modifiers. âHigh maintenance,â you tease as you find a table by the window.
âI know what I like,â he says, grinning. âCanât fault me for that.â
You spend the next hour just talking. He tells you about growing up in New York, his family, his friends back home. He asks about your life, your major, your friends. Heâs a good listener, asking follow-up questions, seeming genuinely interested. Itâs easy. Comfortable. And heâs cuteâyou canât deny that. The way he smiles, the way his eyes crinkle at the corners when he laughs. The way he leans forward when youâre talking, giving you his full attention.
âSo,â he says eventually, stirring his drink. âDo you have a boyfriend? Or girlfriend, or⌠partner? I donât want to assume.â
Your stomach drops. âIâno. Not exactly.â
âNot exactly?â He raises an eyebrow, curious, not pushy.
âItâs complicated.â
âComplicated how?â
You shouldnât tell him. Itâs none of his business. But something about the way heâs looking at you, open and interested, makes you want to talk about it. âThereâs this guy,â you say slowly. âWeâve been⌠hooking up. For a few months now. Itâs supposed to be casual but lately it feels likeâŚâ
âLike itâs not casual anymore?â Daniel finishes.
âYeah.â
âDoes he know you feel that way?â
âI donât know. We donât really talk about it.â You take a sip of your coffee. âItâs stupid. We had rules. No feelings, no complications. And Iâm the one whoâs complicating it.â
âFeelings arenât stupid,â Daniel says gently. âAnd if heâs worth anything, he feels the same way.â
âWhat if he doesnât?â
âThen heâs an idiot.â He smiles. âFor what itâs worth, any guy who has you and doesnât want more is definitely an idiot.â
Itâs sweet. Maybe a little too sweet, a little too flirty, but you find yourself smiling back. âThanks, Daniel.â
âAnytime.â He checks his phone. âShit, I have to go. Meeting my parents for dinner. But this was really fun. We should do it again?â
âYeah, thatâd be nice.â
âCool.â He stands, shrugging on his jacket. âSee you in class Tuesday?â
âSee you then.â You watch him leave, and youâre not sure how to feel. Daniel is nice. Heâs attractive and smart and funny, and heâs clearly interested in you. But heâs not Jungwon. Your phone buzzes.
jungwon: you busy tonight?
You stare at the message for a long moment before typing back. you: studying with maya. why?
Itâs a lie. You donât have plans. But you need space to think, to figure out what youâre doing.
jungwon: nothing. just wanted to see you. have fun studying
The guilt sits heavy in your chest.
You avoid Jungwon for the next few days. Itâs not hardâyou claim youâre busy with midterms and assignments, which is partially true. But really, you just need time to sort through your feelings.
Because the truth is, youâre falling for him. Have been falling for him for months now. And the idea of telling him and having him not feel the same way, of losing what you have, terrifies you. So you throw yourself into other things. Classes. Assignments. Your friends. And Daniel.
He texts you throughout the weekâmemes, questions about class, random observations about campus life. Itâs friendly and light and uncomplicated. You tell yourself thatâs why you respond, why you agree to study together in the library, why you sit next to him in Marketing and laugh at his whispered jokes during lectures. But you know thatâs not entirely true. You know youâre using Daniel as a distraction. And itâs not fair to him.
On Thursday, youâre leaving your Marketing class with Daniel when you run into the group. Literallyâyou turn a corner and almost collide with Maya and Jake.
âOh! Hey!â Maya says, then notices Daniel. âWhoâs this?â
âThis is Daniel. Heâs new. Daniel, this is Maya and Jake.â
âNice to meet you,â Daniel says, friendly and charming.
âYou too,â Maya says, but sheâs giving you a look. âWeâre all getting lunch. You want to come?â
âOh, umââ
âYou should definitely come,â Jake says. âWhole groupâs gonna be there.â Your stomach sinks. Whole group means Jungwon.
âI donât want to intrude,â Daniel starts.
âYouâre not intruding,â Maya insists. âThe more the merrier. Right, Y/N?â
âRight,â you say weakly.
Lunch is at the student center food court, and by the time you arrive with Daniel, everyone else is already thereâMaya and Jake, Liv and Reina, Jay and Sunghoon, Heeseung and Sunoo and Niki. And Jungwon. Heâs sitting at the end of the table, and when he sees you walk in with Daniel, something shutters in his expression.
âEveryone, this is Daniel,â you announce. âHe just transferred here.â
Everyone introduces themselves, welcoming and friendly, and Daniel fits in easily. Heâs charming and funny, and within minutes, heâs got Reina laughing at some story about his first week on campus. You sit across from Jungwon, and the tension is suffocating.
âSo Daniel,â Sunghoon says. âWhereâd you transfer from?â
âNYU.â
âDamn, thatâs a downgrade,â Heeseung jokes, and everyone laughs.
âI donât know,â Daniel says, and his hand brushes yours on the table. âIâm liking it here so far.â The touch is casual, probably meaningless. But Jungwonâs eyes lock onto it, and his jaw clenches.
âHow do you and Y/N know each other?â Niki asks.
âWe have Marketing together,â you say quickly. âIâve been helping him get caught up.â
âY/Nâs been a lifesaver,â Daniel adds. âDonât know what Iâd do without her.â Itâs innocent. Friendly. But the way heâs looking at you is⌠not. And Jungwon sees it.
âThatâs nice,â Jungwon says, voice flat. âY/Nâs good at helping people.â Thereâs an undercurrent there that makes you flinch.
The conversation moves on, everyone eating and talking, but youâre hyperaware of Jungwon across from you. Heâs barely touched his food, just pushing it around his plate, and every time Daniel says something that makes you smile, Jungwonâs expression gets darker.
âSo Y/N,â Reina says. âYou still seeing that mystery guy? The one whoâs so good in bed?â
You want to die. âReinaââ
âWhat? Iâm just asking!â
âWhat mystery guy?â Daniel asks, curious.
âThereâs no mystery guy,â you say firmly. âReinaâs making stuff up.â
âIâm literally not. You told Niki about him.â
âThat was months ago.â
âSo youâre not seeing anyone?â Daniel asks, and thereâs hope in his voice.
Before you can answer, Jungwon stands abruptly. âI gotta go. Got class.â
âBut we just sat down,â Heeseung protests.
âI forgot I have to talk to my professor about something.â He grabs his bag and leaves without looking at you. The table goes quiet for a beat.
âWhatâs up with him?â Jake asks.
âNo idea,â Sunoo says, but heâs looking at you thoughtfully.
âMaybe heâs not feeling well,â Maya suggests.
You know thatâs not it. You know exactly whatâs wrong. âI shouldââ You start to stand. âI should check on him.â
âWhy?â Reina asks.
âBecause weâre friends. And he seemed upset.â
âIâll come with you,â Daniel offers.
âNo,â you say, too quickly. âI meanâyou should stay. Finish eating. Iâll be right back.â
You donât wait for a response before hurrying after Jungwon. You catch him outside the building, heading toward the parking lot. âJungwon, wait!â He stops but doesnât turn around. âWhat was that?â you ask when you reach him.
âWhat was what?â
âYou know what. Walking out like that.â
He finally turns to face you, and the look in his eyes makes your chest hurt. âI donât know what you want me to say, Y/N.â
âI want you to tell me whatâs wrong.â
âYou really donât know?â He laughs, but thereâs no humor in it. âYou show up with that guy, heâs all over you, looking at you likeââ He breaks off, running a hand through his hair. âAnd youâre just letting it happen.â
âHeâs not all over me. Weâre friends.â
âDoes he know that? Because from where Iâm sitting, it looks like he thinks youâre something more.â
âEven if he did, why do you care? Weâre not together, remember? Thatâs the whole point.â
âRight,â he says bitterly. âThe arrangement. How could I forget?â
âJungwonââ
âAre you into him?â
The question catches you off guard. âWhat?â
âDaniel. Are you into him?â
âIâno. Not like that.â
âBut you could be.â Itâs not a question. âIf things were different. If we werenâtâŚâ He gestures between you, unable to finish the sentence.
âI donât know,â you say honestly. âMaybe. Heâs nice. And heâsââ
âUncomplicated,â Jungwon finishes. âHeâs not sneaking around. He could actually take you on dates, be seen with you, give you what you want.â
âWhat I want?â
âMore.â He steps closer. âYou want more than this, Y/N. I can see it. And I canâtââ
He stops, and your heart is pounding. âYou canât what?â
âI canât give you that.â His voice is rough. âThisâusâitâs supposed to be casual. No strings. Thatâs what we agreed.â
âAnd what if I donât want casual anymore?â The words tumble out before you can stop them. âWhat if I want more?â
He stares at you, and for a moment you think heâs going to say itâthat he wants more too, that this has been killing him the same way itâs been killing you. But then he looks away. âI canât,â he says quietly. âIâm sorry.â
It feels like the ground has been pulled out from under you. âRight,â you manage. âOkay.â
âItâs fine.â Youâre backing away, fighting tears. âYouâre right. This was always supposed to be casual. My mistake for thinking it could be anything else.â
âThatâs notââ
âI should get back. Everyoneâs waiting.â You turn and walk away before he can say anything else, before you completely fall apart in front of him.
When you get back to the table, Daniel takes one look at your face and frowns. âYou okay?â
âYeah,â you lie. âJust⌠tired. Long week.â
âWant me to walk you home?â
You should say no. Should put some distance between you and Daniel before this gets messy. But youâre hurt and angry and you donât want to be alone. âYeah,â you say. âThatâd be nice.â
As you leave with Daniel, you donât see Jungwon watching from across the quad, hands shoved in his pockets, looking like his world just fell apart.
You donât talk to Jungwon for the rest of the week. He texts a few timesâ casual messages asking how you are, if you want to study, if youâre okay. You respond with short, noncommittal answers.
The group notices. How could they not? You and Jungwon have been attached at the hip for months, and suddenly you can barely be in the same room. âWhat happened between you two?â Liv asks when youâre alone in your apartment.
âNothing.â
âBullshit. Youâve been miserable all week.â
âIâm fine.â
âYouâre not fine. Youâre avoiding him. And heâs been moping around like someone kicked his puppy.â You donât answer, just stare at your laptop screen without actually seeing it. âDid something happen with Daniel?â she presses gently.
âNo. Danielâs just a friend.â
âDoes Jungwon know that?â
âIt doesnât matter what Jungwon thinks.â
Liv is quiet for a moment. âYou should talk to him. Actually talk. Because this? This is worse than whatever youâre avoiding.â
You know sheâs right. But youâre scared. Scared that if you talk to Jungwon, youâll have to end things for real. That youâll have to accept that he doesnât want what you want, that these past few months have meant something completely different to him than they have to you.
So you do what youâve been doingâyou avoid him. And you spend more time with Daniel.
Itâs Friday night, and thereâs a party at some seniorâs house. You show up with Liv and Reina, already a few drinks in from pregaming, and the place is packed. You lose your friends almost immediately in the crowd. Youâre making your way to the kitchen when you spot Daniel. âHey!â He brightens when he sees you. âI was hoping youâd be here.â
âYeah, wouldnât miss it.â Youâre definitely drunker than you thought. âHaving fun?â
âMore fun now.â He hands you a drink. âHere. Itâs strong, fair warning.â You take it and down half of it in one go. âRough week?â he asks.
âSomething like that.â
The music is loud, bass thumping through your chest, and Daniel leans in closer to be heard. âWant to go somewhere quieter? Maybe talk?â
You should say no. You know where this is going, and itâs not fair to Daniel or to yourself or toâ âSure,â you say.
He leads you upstairs, finding an empty bedroom, and closes the door behind you. It muffles the music, making it easier to hear. âBetter?â he asks.
âYeah.â
He sits on the bed and you sit next to him, suddenly very aware that youâre alone together in a bedroom. âCan I ask you something?â Daniel says.
âSure.â
âThat guy you mentioned. The complicated one. Is it⌠are you still involved with him?â
You take another sip of your drink. âI donât know. Maybe. Itâs complicated.â
âDoes he know how you feel?â
âI told him. He made it pretty clear he doesnât feel the same way.â
âThen heâs an idiot.â Daniel shifts closer. âBecause youâre incredible, Y/N. Smart and funny and beautiful. Any guy would be lucky to be with you.â
âDanielââ
âI like you,â he says. âI know we just met, and maybe the timing is shit, but I really like you. And if this other guy canât see what he has, thenâŚâ
He trails off, and then heâs leaning in, and you realize heâs going to kiss you. You should stop him. You should explain that youâre not over Jungwon, that youâre not in a place to start something new.
But youâre drunk and hurt and you want to feel wanted by someone who isnât afraid to show it. So you let him kiss you. Itâs nice. Heâs a good kisserâ soft lips, careful hands, nothing likeâ
The door opens. âY/N, Livâs looking forââ Jungwon stops dead in the doorway.
You jerk back from Daniel, but itâs too late. Jungwon saw. And the look on his faceâ betrayal and hurt and anger all mixed togetherâmakes your stomach drop. âJungwonââ
âSorry,â he says, voice tight. âDidnât mean to interrupt.â
Heâs gone before you can say anything else, door slamming behind him. âShit,â you breathe.
âWho was that?â Daniel asks.
âIââ You stand up, suddenly feeling very sober. âI have to go. Iâm sorry.â
âY/N, waitââ But youâre already out the door, pushing through the crowded hallway, trying to find Jungwon. You catch him on the front porch, about to leave.
âJungwon, wait!â He stops, shoulders tense, but doesnât turn around. âItâs notâ that wasnâtââ
âYou donât owe me an explanation,â he says, finally facing you. âYou can kiss whoever you want.â
âIt didnât mean anythingââ
âDidnât it?â His eyes are hard. âLooked like it meant something.â
âI was justâI was upset and drunk and he was thereââ
âAnd I wasnât,â Jungwon finishes. âBecause youâve been avoiding me all week.â
âYou told me you couldnât give me more! What did you expect me to do?â
âI donât know!â Heâs yelling now, and a few people on the porch are staring. âI donât know, Y/N. But I didnât expect you to move on in a fucking week.â
âIâm not moving on! And even if I was, why do you care? You made it clear you donât wantââ
âI never said I didnât wantââ He breaks off, jaw clenched. âFuck.â
âWhat? You never said you didnât want what?â
âYou!â The word explodes out of him. âI never said I didnât want you. I said I couldnât give you more, and thatâs different.â
You stare at him. âWhat are you talking about?â
âIâm talking about the fact that Iâm terrified, okay?â His voice cracks. âIâm terrified because this stopped being casual for me months ago, and I donât know how to do this. I donât know how to be what you need.â
Your heart is pounding so hard you think it might burst out of your chest. âJungwonââ
âI see the way Daniel looks at you. Like youâre everything. And I want to be that guyâ the one who can take you on dates and hold your hand in public and tell everyone youâre mine. But Iâm scared Iâll fuck it up. That Iâll lose you completely.â
âSo instead youâre losing me anyway,â you say quietly. He flinches like you hit him. âIâm falling for you,â you continue, and the words feel like jumping off a cliff. âIâve been falling for you for months. And itâs been killing me because I thought you didnât feel the same way.â
âI do,â he says desperately. âI do feel the same way. I justââ
âYou just what?â
âI donât want to ruin what we have.â
âJungwon, weâve already ruined it. Pretending we can keep things casual when we both feel moreâthatâs whatâs ruining it.â
Heâs quiet for a long moment, and you can see him struggling with something. âIf we do this,â he says finally, âif we make this realâ what if it doesnât work? What if we end up hating each other?â
âWhat if we donât?â you counter. âWhat if itâs amazing?â
âWhat about the group? If things go badââ
âWeâll figure it out. But Jungwon, Iâd rather try and fail than spend the rest of my life wondering what if.â
He looks at you like heâs trying to memorize your face, and thenâ âFuck it,â he mutters, and then heâs kissing you.
Itâs different from every other kiss youâve shared. More desperate, more meaningful. Like heâs pouring everything he couldnât say into it.
When you break apart, youâre both breathless. âSo,â you manage. âDoes this meanââ
âIt means I want to be with you. For real. No more hiding, no more pretending.â He cups your face in his hands. âI want everyone to know youâre mine.â
âEven the group?â
âEspecially the group.â He smiles, and itâs tentative but real. âThey probably already know anyway.â
You laugh, and it feels like relief. âProbably.â
âWhat about Daniel?â
âIâll talk to him. Explain. But Jungwon, thereâs nothing there. Itâs always been you.â
âYeah?â His smile widens.
âYeah.â He kisses you again, softer this time, and you hear whooping from inside the house. You break apart to find half your friend group watching from the windowâReina and Liv and Maya and the guys all grinning like idiots.
âFINALLY!â Reina screams, and everyone laughs. Jungwon pulls you closer, wrapping his arms around you, and for the first time in weeks, everything feels right.
âSo,â he murmurs against your hair. âWant to get out of here? I think we have some things to talk about.â
âAnd by talk you meanââ
âActually talk,â he says, pulling back to look at you. âWe should probably figure out how to actually do this relationship thing.â
âWe should,â you agree. âBut maybe we can do the talking back at your place? Iâm still kind of drunk and these heels are killing me.â He laughs and takes your handâ openly, for everyone to seeâ and leads you toward his car.
As you leave, you glance back at the house and catch Daniel watching from the doorway. He looks sad but understanding, and he raises his cup in a small salute. You mouth âsorry,â and he nods. Youâll explain everything to him later. Right now, you just want to be with Jungwon.
You wake up to sunlight streaming through Jungwonâs window and his arm draped across your waist. For a moment, you just lie there, listening to his steady breathing, trying to process that this is real now. Youâre actually dating Jungwon. Your phone buzzesâ multiple times. You reach for it and find the group chat exploding.
reina: SO ARE WE GONNA TALK ABOUT LAST NIGHT OR
maya: I KNEW IT
liv: you all owe me $20 btw
jay: jungwon if you hurt her iâm fighting you
you: good morning to you too
reina: GOOD MORNING??? THATâS ALL YOU HAVE TO SAY???
you: yes weâre official
reina: EXTREMELY
you: and weâve been hooking up since that party in august
heeseung: AUGUST?????
reina: I FUCKING KNEW IT
Jungwon stirs beside you, eyes fluttering open. When he sees you, he smilesâ soft and sleepy and genuine. âMorning,â he says, voice rough.
âMorning.â You show him your phone. âWeâre famous.â
He scrolls through, laughing. âTheyâre ridiculous.â
jungwon: iâm not going to hurt her
jay: good
reina: now that thatâs settled TELL US EVERYTHING
The âmandatory celebrationâ ends up being at Jay and Sunghoonâs that evening. By the time you and Jungwon arriveâ together, holding handsâ everyone else is already there. âTHERE THEY ARE!â Reina shouts. âThe happy couple!â
Maya rushes over to hug you. âIâm so happy for you!â
Jake hands you both drinks. âSo, real talk. How long have you actually had feelings for each other?â
âIâve liked her since before we started hooking up,â Jungwon says. âRemember that party in July? When you wore that black dress?â
Your face is burning. âYou never said anything.â
He shrugs. âI didnât think you were interested. And then the bet happened and⌠well, you know the rest.â
âWhat about you?â Liv asks.
âProbably that first morning after,â you admit. âWhen we were texting about the arrangement and he was being all careful. Thatâs when I started thinking he might be different.â
Several drinks later, everyoneâs sprawled around the living room. Youâre tucked into Jungwonâs side on the couch, and it feels so natural. âReal talk,â Jay says, tone serious. âIâm happy for you guys. Butââ He looks at Jungwon. ââyou hurt her, and we have a problem.â
âI know. And Iâm not going to hurt her. Iâmââ He looks at you. ââIâm in love with her.â
The room goes silent. Your heart stops. âWhat?â you whisper.
âIâm in love with you. I have been for a while. I was just too scared to say it.â
âI love you too, you idiot.â Youâre shaking your head. âIâve been in love with you for months.â His smile is brilliant. He kisses you, and this time itâs softer, more tender.
âOkay, weâre leaving,â Reina announces. âBefore this gets too cute.â
After everyone leaves, you and Jungwon stay on the couch. âI meant what I said,â he murmurs. âAbout loving you.â
âI meant it too.â You shift to straddle his lap. âI love you, Jungwon.â
He cuts you off with a kiss. âWant to go home?â
You end up at his place. The second youâre inside, heâs on you, kissing you with urgency. âBedroom,â you gasp.
âToo far.â He lifts you, carries you to the couch. You land in a tangle of limbs, laughing, then his mouth is on your neck. âI love you,â he murmurs.
âShow me,â you challenge.
He does. He takes his time undressing you, kissing every inch of skin. When youâre both finally naked, he hovers over you. âThis is different now. Better,â he says. âI get to keep you.â
âYou always had me.â
âI know. But now I donât have to pretend I donât want forever.â
âForever?â
âToo soon?â
âNo.â You pull him down. âNot too soon.â
He makes love to you slowly, thoroughly. More intimate. More real. Every touch feels like a confession. He enters you with a groan, and you wrap your legs around him. The rhythm is unhurried, sensual. He angles his hips just right, and his hand slides between your bodies to rub your clit. âGod, you feel so perfect,â he breathes. âSo tight and wet for me.â
âJungwonâ fuckâ donât stopââ He doesnât. He keeps that perfect pace until youâre trembling. When you come, clenching around him, he follows right after with a moan of your name.
When youâre both spent on his couch, you feel something settle in your chest. âWe should move to the bed,â he says eventually.
âHeeseungâs going to be home soon.â You gather clothes and make it to his room. âStay,â he says.
âObviously.â You curl into his side. âI love you.â
âI love you too.â
The next morning, you wake to Jungwonâs alarm. Your head is pounding. âTurn it off,â you groan.
âWe have brunch in an hour.â
Forty-five minutes laterâ after a shower where Jungwon pressed you against the tile and made you come on his fingersâ youâre dressed and heading to the diner. You walk in holding hands. The sight of your friend group crammed into booths makes you smile.
âThere they are!â Maya calls. You slide in next to Liv, Jungwon beside you, arm over your shoulders.
âSo,â Sunoo says. âNow that you guys are official, does this mean we have to watch you be gross?â
âWeâre not going to be gross,â you protest.
Jungwon immediately kisses your cheek. âCanât promise that.â
âHow long did you actually know?â you ask.
âI knew from the start,â Liv says. âYouâre my roommate. You think I didnât notice when youâd come home at 3 AM with hickeys?â
The conversation shifts to other topics, and itâs easy. Normal. Like nothingâs changed except now you donât have to hide.
Later that day, youâre back at Jungwonâs, on the couch watching a movie. âCan I ask you something?â he says.
âAlways.â
âWhy did you kiss Daniel?â
âHonestly? I was drunk and hurt and he was there. It was stupid.â
âDid you⌠were you interested in him?â
âNo.â You shift to look at him. âHeâs nice, but I was so hung up on you.â
âGood.â He kisses you. âBecause I was losing my mind.â
âEvery time I was with him, I kept thinking about you.â
âYou have me now.â His arms tighten. âFor as long as you want me.â
âForever, remember?â
âForever,â he agrees.
âWant to order food and spend the rest of the day in bed?â
âIs that code for something?â
âFood, bed, probably some making out, definitely a nap.â
âSounds perfect.â
Later that night, after Chinese food and another round of sexâ with you riding him while he gripped your hips and watched you with dark eyesâ youâre lying in his bed. âThank you,â he says quietly.
âFor what?â
âFor being brave enough to tell me how you felt. I would have lost you if you hadnât.â
âYou wouldnât have lost me. I was too far gone.â
âSpeaking of which,â he says. âYou could just keep some more stuff here. Make it official.â
âJungwon, weâve been officially dating for less than 24 hours.â
âSo? Weâve been unofficially together for months.â
He has a point. âFine. Iâll bring some stuff over tomorrow.â And heâs grinning from ear to ear
Three weeks later, youâre at another partyâ pre-Thanksgiving. This time, everythingâs different. You and Jungwon arrive together, hands intertwined. When he pulls you onto the dance floor, you donât worry about whoâs watching. âHaving fun?â he asks.
âSo much fun.â You loop your arms around his neck. âThis is better than hiding.â
âWay better.â He kisses you.
Later, in the kitchen, Daniel approaches. You havenât really talked since that night. âHey,â he says. âCan we talk?â
âSure.â Jungwon gives your hand a squeeze and steps away.
âI just wanted to say Iâm sorry,â Daniel starts. âFor that night. I shouldnât have kissed you.â
âNo, Iâm sorry. I should have been clearer. It wasnât fair to you.â
âItâs okay. I get it now.â He glances at Jungwon. âThatâs him, right?â
âYeah. Not so complicated anymore.â
âGood. You seem happy.â
âI am. Really happy.â You hesitate. âAre we okay?â
âWeâre okay. Friends?â
âFriends,â you agree.
He leaves, and Jungwon returns to your side. âThat looked like it went well.â
âIt did.â You lean into him. âEverythingâs good.â
âYeah,â he agrees. âEverythingâs really good.â
You stay like that, watching your friends scattered aroundâ your family. And Jungwon, solid and warm behind you. âI love you,â you say.
âI love you too.â He kisses your neck. âWant to get out of here?â
âAnd do what?â
âGo back to my place. Watch a movie. Make out. Order food. Fall asleep together. All the boring couple stuff.â
âThat sounds perfect.â You say goodbye to your friends and head out.
âYour place or mine?â Jungwon asks.
âYours. I already have a toothbrush there.â
He grins. âLook at us, being all domestic.â
âItâs disgusting.â
âYou love it.â
âI really do.â
As he drives through the quiet streets, his hand finds yours, and you think about how different things were just months ago. When you were both pretending, both scared, both holding back. And now youâre here. Together. For real. âWhat are you thinking about?â Jungwon asks.
âJust⌠how happy I am. How glad I am that we figured this out.â
âMe too.â He brings your joined hands up to kiss your knuckles. âBest decision I ever made.â
âProving you could make me come?â
He laughs. âNo. Although that was a good decision too. I meant taking a chance on this. On us.â
âWe both took a chance.â
âAnd it paid off.â
âYeah,â you agree softly. âIt really did.â
Back at his apartment, you fall into your routineâ changing into his drawer of your clothes, brushing teeth side by side, collapsing onto his bed. âMovie?â he asks.
âSure. Nothing too intense though.â He puts on a comedy, and you curl into his side. This is your favorite part. Not the sexâ though thatâs amazingâ but this. The quiet moments. The casual intimacy.
âHey Y/N?â Jungwon says softly.
âHmm?â
âIâm really glad youâre mine.â
You lift your head. âIâm glad Iâm yours too. And that youâre mine.â
âAlways,â he promises, and kisses you.
Lying there in his arms, warm and safe and loved, you believe him. This is just the beginning. And you canât wait to see where it goes.
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A REAL MAN - SJY ŕź.°
Jake Sim, son of one of the most wealthiest CEOs in Australia. Who also happens to be the man your parents set you to marry at 20 years old, and nowâfive years later, the father of your child. You and Jake have a..rocky relationship to say the least. The real question is, whoâs going to be the first to break?
sim jaeyun x fem! reader
content warnings: smut, fluff, slight angst if you squint, arranged marriage, reader and jake have a kid, forced proximity, unprotected sex, pussy eating, breeding, fingering, masturbation (m & f), nipple stimulation, tit obsessed jake (heâs also pussy drunk asf), wet dreams, squirting, teasing, stubborn/avoidant reader, suggestive jokes, jake calls reader âmamaâ, mentions of alcohol and controlling parents, featuring Sunghoon and Jay. Just know Jake wants it real bad and heâs kind of pathetic.
word count: 21k (I got carried away)
this builds off of my jay fic here: Sweet Desire, but it can be read alone
The day you were informed of the arrangement, your whole world crashed on you. To be fair, you knew it was coming, your parents made sure of it. The constant reminders to not waste time on the boys around you because you were bound to marry one of their choice.
Jake Sim, Son of one of the most wealthiest CEOâs in Australia. Before you married him, you met him briefly when your parents dragged you to Australia to confirm everything. You had no choice of course.
One thing you didnât miss was how handsome he was. Not to mention that ridiculous accent, if it hadn't been an arrangement you would have definitely gone after him.
He didnât love you though. Not in the way husbands love their wives. Because this was all for one thing, to join your families. And that's all he saw it as, just another task his parents assigned for him.
After you got married, he didnât touch you for almost eight months. The only reason he did was because both of your parents, demanding, constantly asking why you havenât announced your pregnancy to them.Â
The night he did touch you that way, he could barely even look at you. If he was being honest, he enjoyed it but he wouldnât dare to admit that out loud.
It felt good. You remember the feeling of him, the sounds, the words he let slip out in the moment, but after that it was meaningless.Â
You lived together during the pregnancy, he helped you, he was caring. Caring in a way he hadnât been before you had his child in you. Over the course of those nine months you grew a special connection together.
Becoming a mother was something you expected, but you had always thought of it to be different, not something arranged, a duty needing to be fulfilled.
Like the movies you would watch, the books you secretly read, maybe even the dreams you had, but then againâdo they really always come true?
Then the arguments started, the fighting. He never laid a hand on you, never hurt you, but most of all he never touched you sexually again. Was it because he thought it wouldn't be good? Because you were no longer âfitâ?
Which was many people's explanation why their husbands wouldn't touch them. But you constantly reminded yourself, heâs hardly your husband, this is simply an arrangement.
Which is exactly why youâre in your car now, with your four year old daughter, driving to Jake Simâs house to drop her off for the week.Â
On paper you two are married, but in reality you moved out when your daughter turned one. You couldnât handle it anymore, and you figured it would be best if she didnât grow up in a house full of arguments from the people who were supposed to be her role models.
Jake didnât seem to mind, his time mostly consisted of working, trying to expand his knowledge on his fatherâs company which he was going to inherit.Â
One thing you did agree on, was that you were able to see other people, date whoever, fuck whoever. Obviously you both had needs, needs that you werenât willing to fulfill with each other. The only thing was you couldnât introduce said person to Layla.
âDaddy said heâd buy me the whole barbie section from the store!â Your daughter says, playing with the dolls he apparently just bought her a few weeks ago.
âYou already have all of them right sweetheart?â You ask, turning into the gated neighborhood, the houses are pretty spaced apart since they're huge. You donât understand why he didnât just move to a smaller place afterwards, 6 bedrooms is extremely unnecessary for one man.
âNot the camping onesâ she looks out the window as you pull into his driveway with a smile on her face. You glance down at your outfit, So what if you are wearing something nice, and a little more makeup then normal..nothing wrong with dressing up a little.Â
You move to the trunk to get the backpack with everything she needs from your place before getting her from the backseat âYou ready Lay?â You ask helping her out, and holding her hand as you walk to his front door, before you're even on the front porch the door opens, you pause, she lets go of your hand to run to him, jumping in his arms.Â
Heâs wearing some jeans with a casual sweater, his hair styled, but messy at the same time. âAw, sweet girl, you missed me?â He says hugging her back, holding her in his arms.
He offers a tight lipped smile to you before inviting you in, âI wanna play with the barbie house!â She says, squirming to get out of his arms, he puts her down, watching as she runs off to the living room to play.
You set the backpack down on the kitchen island before looking around, nothing seems different from the last time you were here.
âThe drive was okay?â He asks, walking past you into the kitchen, hips brushing yours. You donât know if it was intentionally, but you do know every nerve in your body felt it. âYeah, traffic wasn't terrible.â You nod, slightly cringing at the attempt in small talk.Â
âIm going to use the bathroomâ You say abruptly, âSecond door on the right.â He offers, âI know.â He lets his eyes drop to your outfit for a split second before you disappear down the hall.
You walk to the bathroom, shutting the door behind you before bracing your hands on the counter, looking up at your reflection.Â
God, you're actually pathetic.
You wait a few minutes before you flush the toilet, you didn't even have to use the bathroom.
Jake moved to the living room, sitting on the couch watching Layla play with her toys with a smile on his face. You don't look at him before crouching down beside herÂ
âMommyâs going to leave now okay?â You smile softly, âBut I want you and Daddy to both play!â she frowns, looking at Jake than at you, you can't help but share the same frown before leaning in to give her a hug, she wraps her arms around your neck.
Jake watches the interaction, he cant help the slight ting of guilt that hits his chest, he watches you pull back to kiss her forehead before standing up.Â
âI'll walk you outâ he stands with you, following you to the door, you step out before turning to face him âI won't be able to call her goodnight tomorrow.â You say, watching him lean against the door frame, eye brow raised.
âWhy?â he asks the question like itâs his business to know. âI'm just- Iâll be busy.â
âAh, a date?â
âWhat- Thats none of your businessâ You say defensivelyÂ
âSo a date then.â He sighs, watching the way your face morphs to irritation.
You dodge his question âNo ice cream for dinner.â You mutter before turning to walk to your car, he closes the door once you drive off, before putting his attention back on his adorable daughter.
-
âSheâs dating now? Damn, about time.â Sunghoon mutters, putting down the weights he was just lifting.
âAbout time? No, fuck no.â Jake replies back, grabbing heavier weights just to feel something. âWhyâre you pressed about it? Youâve fucked plenty of girls since.â Sunghoon says casually.
âWell itâsâdifferent..âÂ
âNope, not that different.âÂ
âYouâre not helping.â
âDid you guys not agree to do just that? Itâs not like sheâs getting married to another guy. She probably just needs to get laid.â Sunghoon offers bluntly, earning a glare from Jake.
Yeah, that was the agreement, but it doesn't help the thoughts going through his mind. Sure heâs had plenty of useless fucks, using his hand gets boring. But he hasn't dated officially, so you going on a date, just makes shit worse.
âWhen was the last time you actually got pussy then?â Sunghoon asks, finishing his set of bicep curls.
âShit, like a few weeks backââ
âThatâs why youâre so fucking frustrated.â He says like it's the most obvious thing in the world.Â
âHowâs things going with that Sara girl?â He questions, downing his water
âWho?â Jake asks, genuinely confused
âSara, the girl you met at the bar?âÂ
âOhâI don't know, Sheâs just kind of..boring.âÂ
âWish she was y/n huh?â Sunghoon smirksÂ
âBro fuck you, when was the last time youââ
âLast night.â Sunghoon replies immediately, Jake opens his mouth to speak, closes it.
âOkay, what were you saying about the weights?â Jake asks, changing the topic, earning a laugh from Sunghoon.
As soon as Jake gets home, he wakes up Layla, who attempts to sprint down the stairs just to see the guest he brought back.
âHoon!â Layla practically screams, running up to his best friend to give him a hug, âHey Lay, Just had to stop by to pick up somethingâ Sunghoon smiles down at her, the cocky bastard exterior gone, making Jake roll his eyes. âThe papers are in my study. I'll be right back.â Jake says, walking upstairs.
Sunghoon is his best friend, someone who he can really trust. Heâs one of the few people in his life who know about the arrangement between you and him.
He also happens to work at his fathers company, one that Jake will soon inherit. The only steady thing in his life consists of work at this point.Â
He can't help the laugh that slips past his lips when he sees Sunghoon sitting on the ground, holding a fairy barbie and talking in a pitch way too high for a 25 year old man.
âNo! You were supposed to give up your wings so mermaid Barbie can swim!â Layla says in a sharp tone talking to Sunghoon âSorry, sorry, take the wings pleaseââ He apologises as if heâs scared of upsetting her-
âHaving fun?â Jake smirks walking over to him âSo much funâ Sunghoon replies standing up and taking the papers from him.
âBye Layla, ill see you soonâ Sunghoon says, rubbing Layla's head before turning to the door âGym same time tomorrow?â He adds
Jake nods, walking to the kitchen as the front door shuts.
âHm I guess ill just eat all this ice cream by myselfâ Jake says loud enough, less then 10 seconds pass until Layla's running over to the kitchen with a smile on her face.
-
The date was genuinely horrible. Some guy your friend tried setting you up with, all he did was talk about himself the whole time. You slip off your heels before stepping inside your house, who knew listenting to someone brag about themselve could be so fucking exhausting.Â
Youâre so sexually frustrated it's insane. Since when did finding a quick hookup become so hard? You crawl into your bed not bothering to change out of your dress.Â
You lay there for a moment, contemplating, before deciding to reach into your side drawer, pulling out one of the things that has kept you sane this entire time.
You hike up your dress to your hips before brushing your fingers in between your legs, feeling the dampness coat your fingers through the thin fabric of your panties. You push them to the side before clicking the button on your vibrator.
The low buzz filling the silence of the room before you bring it down to your core, your hips instantly jolt at the feeling, you rub small circles on your clit with it, pinching your nipples through your dress before closing your eyes, trying to imagine someone else pleasuring you, bringing you closer instead of yourself..someone likeâJake..
Oh hell no.
You open your eyes, turning off the vibrator before sitting up. âNo, no, absolutely not.â Anything but him, anyone but him. Itâs like the universe wants you to think about him as his name flashes across your screen.
âFuck.â You whisper, grabbing the phone, you fix your hair in the reflection looking back at you before clicking accept.
âHey y/n, Layla wanted me to call you, she said she wouldn't sleep unless you said goodnightâare you good?â He pauses, looking at your flushed face on his phone
âWhat? Good, yes I'm good- why are you asking that. Just show me Lay.â You feel your heart racing in your chest, why does it feel like you've been caught doing something you shouldn't.
âOkay.â He simply says before giving Layla the phone
âDaddy said you wouldn't be able to call tonight but I still wanted to see youâ Layla pouts, you can't help the warm feeling in your chest at how cute she is âI'm here now sweetheart, I hope you sleep well and have good dreams okay?â You say sweetly, blowing her a small kiss before Jake takes the phone back.
âGoodnight Laylaâ He says, you don't see his face but you watch the lights turn off and listen to the sound of the door shutting. âAlright bye-â
âHow was the date?â He asks, walking to what seems to be his room and sitting on his bed, the camera is now on him, you watch him push his black framed glasses up his nose with his finger, fuck, why are his hands so damn hot.
âWhatââÂ
âThat bad huh?â He chuckles, the sound low, in amusement. âIt's none of your business.â You scoff, rolling your eyes.
âI think it is my business what my wife does.â That has you fucking shook. âYour wife? Are you serious right now?â
âVery. If the date went well, you wouldn't have answered the phone. Yet here you are.â He can't hide the smirk that coats his face. âYou have no room to talkââ You snap back, âYou just answered my question for me anywayâ He dodges your statement, with a proud look on his face, Godâheâs such an ass.
âIâm not talking to you unless it's about Layla. Goodnight.â You say, tone stern before hanging up.
What the hell is wrong with him? You knew he was a cocky asshole the second you met him all those years ago.
But you can't deny, heâs a damn good father.
-
You got the call in the middle of the day while making yourself coffee in your offices lounge.
âIs she hurt?â You ask frantically, packing your bag and letting your boss know you have an emergency.
You don't have to work honestly, you're wealthy enough to spend your days slouching around the house, but you like being on your feet, because sitting down for too long is when the overthinking happens.
âNo Mrs. Sim, Sheâs not hurt, but she did lay hands on another student. Which is completely unacceptable here.â The Director of Layla's pre-school says.
âDid you call her father as well?â, âYes maâam, Mr. Sim is on his way right now.â She says cliply. You let out a sigh âIâll be there right away.â You say before hanging up and getting in your car immediately.
Once you get to the school, you see Jake pacing outside of the Director's office, heâs in a suit, he must have just come from work too. You smooth down your blouse and business pants before walking over to him, the sound of your heels being the only thing in the empty hallway, he stops to look at you, not having time to fully take you in
âWhere is she?â You ask, hand gripping your phone hard. âThey took her to a different classroom, some bullshit about needing to calm herself down.â He says, pushing his hair back.
âLayla would never do something like this, not just because anyway. There has to be a reason.â You bite your lip in frustration before knocking on the door of the office. âCome in.â you hear the stern voice of the Director say, before looking at Jake who nods.Â
You both walk in, taking the seats in front of her desk, âGood evening Mr, and Mrs. Sim, I'm sure you know why I've called you here.â She says, eyes darting between the two of you.
You can't help the way your hand grips your phone tighter at the use of the last name, the one that feels like it doesn't even belong to you. âWe also do not tolerate any form of violence here. Since this is the first and hopefully only time, we've given her a warning, due to the..circumstances of the action.â You raise a brow at thatÂ
âWhat âcircumstancesâ?â Jake asks, tone serious. âWell, another student had actually taken her..barbie doll, andââ She clears her throat âRipped the head off..â She finishes, looking at the both of you and the confused looks on your faces
âSo she kicked him.â You see Jake slightly relax in his chair, âSo she was just defending herself then.â He offers, âWell, in a sense, but it's still not acceptable, like I said we forbid any violence. So there is another reason I called you both here today.â You raise your brow as she continues talking
âIs there something going on at home?â She asks, looking at you then at him. You scoff at that âNo, everything's perfectly fine.â You simply say, you watch the way Jake shifts in his chair, earning a glare from you and a curious look from the director
âAnd you Mr. Sim?â She says, âRight, Yes everything's fine, nothing more than the perfect family.â He smiles, that performative one you always see in the business photos. âGood to hear. Layla should be waiting outside, Thank you for coming all this way.â You nod, before standing up, Jake follows after you.Â
As soon as you see her, you crouch down to her level in the chair âLay, babyââ You look down at the doll in her hand, ruined.
âLayla-â Jake whispers, sitting down next to her, she looks up at you, tears in her eyes, her face slightly red from crying earlier. You swipe them away with your thumb gently âH-he took it from me..a-and he broke it mommyâ She says, voice trembling, you look up at Jake, you see that familiar look of anger flash on his features.
âI k-kicked him..I know I shouldn't have Im s-sorryâ She says before breaking into a sob, and hugging you.
You hug her back immediately, hand smoothing down the back of her head before looking at Jake, He doesn't say anything before standing up and storming back into the directors office, shutting the door behind him. You don't stop him either, because you know exactly what heâs going to do.
You pull back to look at her, your heart hurts to see her like this. âListen, I'm not saying violence is okay, but I'm glad you defended yourself okay?â
You tuck her hair behind her ear âI donât want you to solve problems with violence, do you understand?â you ask gently, she nods looking down at her barbie ashamed, you press a kiss to her forehead before standing up.Â
Jake walks out of the office not even 5 minutes later, "I've got the kids parents contact, he wont mess with her again.â Is all he says before picking up Layla in his arms and walking outside to his car, you follow after him, watching as he buckles her up in the car. He swipes a thumb over her cheek gently before shutting the door and turning to face you.Â
âPerfect family huh?â You cross your arms over your chest, watching his face âShe bought it.â He simply says. âYeah, youâre pretty good at lying.â
âFuck is that supposed to mean?âÂ
âIt means what I said.â You reply back snappyÂ
âYeah okay y/n, im not doing this shitâ He rubs his nose bridge before looking at you again âTypical of you, being an avoidant asshole.â You don't know where this is coming from, but you can't stop the words from coming out, the pent of frustration boiling in you.
He sighs, looking down at his shoes before back at you, something you can't quite pin flashing in his eyes. âIâll see you on Friday.â His tone is sharp before turning around and getting in his car.
You don't say anything before walking to yours, the sole of your heels digging into your feet irritating you, but nothing can possibly be more irritating than Jake Sim.
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Friday comes sooner than expected, Jake messaged you a brief âOn the way.â 20 minutes ago.
You opted for some lounge pants and a sweater today. âMommy!â Layla's bright voice says the second you open the door âHi angelâ You smile when she hugs your leg, before looking at Jake.
Heâs wearing a navy suit today, glasses. You try not to think about how good he looks in those glasses.
You look down at the pink backpack on his shoulder âOh- um, you can come inââ You say, walking back.
The place is perfectly curated to how you want. So much more different than his house, You don't see the deep inhale he takes.
It smells so much like you. âYou can just put the bag whereverâ You say briefly. âY/n-â
âMommy guess what!â Layla drags your attention to her, you tilt your head âDaddy said we're going to Italy with grandma and grandpa!â she says, tugging your pant leg, you don't smile. You look up at a very nervous looking Jake,
âOh really sweetheart?â You ask, still looking at him. âYup! Grandma calledâ She giggles, you lower yourself to the ground to talk to her face to face âCan you go to your room angel? Me and daddy need to have an adult conversation okay?â She nods, completely clueless that she just practically dropped a bomb on you.
When you see sheâs down the hall you whip your head to Jake âWhat the fuck?â You look at him eyes wide
âI know, okay I know.â He buries his face in his hands, âWhen is this happening.â
âTwo weeks.â
âTwo weeks Jake, are you serious? When the hell were you planning on telling me?â
âCome on y/n. You know how they get. They want us all to be one big happy family or somethingââ He sighs âWho else is going "
"I don't know, it was brief.â You look at him like he has two heads âNo. No I cannot do this, I absolutely cannot fucking do this.â You walk to the kitchen, pacing around, he follows
âLike what the fuck was going through your head when you said I would go?â You try not to raise your voice so Layla doesn't hear.
âIf I had a choice I would have said no. You know how they are, they expect you to be there.â He says, watching you.
âHow long is it?â You ask, trying to remain sane.
âA week.â
âNo fucking way, no actual fucking way.â You don't even know what to say. âI cannot be stuck in Italy with you for a week, no way in hell.â
âGeez, didn't know I was that bad.â He says, leaning against the counter, like he belongs in your house.Â
Itâs true, Jake isn't horrible, he picks up, he doesn't snore, too loud anyway. But that's not why you're stressed about this. Itâs because you don't know what could happen.
âThere's more..â He says, watching your reactions
âNo.â because you know exactly what heâs going to say, you can feel it.
âThey dont want us to stay at the estate with them in Milan. Something about us needing âcouple timeâ.â You're going to throw up. You're actually going to throw up in front of him.
âI don't need them to butt into ourârelationship, it's perfectly fine how it is right now.â He doesn't say anything to that.
âI know y/n. I tried to talk them out of it, but they are dead set on it.â You sit down, you can't be on your feet right now, you inhale and exhale, trying to calm the rapid pace of your heartbeat.
âIâll probably be taking care of shit for the company anyways, itâs this whole thing with our partners from Americaââ He sighs, hand running through his hair in irritation.
âOkay. One week, seven days. Not bad, I can do that.â You voice your thoughts out loud unknowingly. You see him check his phone, âI have to go. We can talk about this later.âÂ
âThats it? You're just leaving again? Dropping this on me?â You stand up, following him to the front door
âIn case you weren't aware, I still have a company to run. Trust me I'm not thrilled about this at all, so don't get it twisted.â He says, looking down at you.Â
âFuck you.âÂ
He scoffs at you, âYouâre fucking ridiculous.â he mutters before walking down to his car. You watch him for a moment before slamming the front door behind you. The pain in your chest doesn't go away, even when you tuck Layla in for bed that night.Â
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âHoly shitâYeah, you might actually be fried,â Sunghoon says, not bothering to ask before sitting down at his desk across from him. âWhat does that evenââ Jake mutters, running his hand through his hair. Attention that was once on the laptop before him gone.Â
âAll I'm saying is that this is not good, I mean when was the last time you two were actually together for more than one hour?â He doesn't respond
âExactly.â
âI still haven't told her about the room situation.â Sunghoon laughs at that.
âSo what? Youâre just going to sleep in the same bed togetherâ Jake nods, rubbing his eyebrows in thought âYou gonna be able to resist then?âÂ
âWhat do you meanââ
âYou know exactly what I mean. Let's not forget the fact that every woman youâve been mildly interested in represents her in at least one way.â Sunghoon says, bluntly.
Jake looks down at his computer, not even bothering to argue because it's true. He made sure of it.
âI don't know, okay?â he finally says, that makes Sunghoon do a double take
âShit. I wasnât expecting you to admit it.âÂ
âIts not fair. Nothing about this is fair to her, to me. I just wish they would fucking stay out of it.â He mutters, almost to himself. Thinking back to when he first met you, he couldn't deny the immediate attraction he felt, but it all felt like this was just another thing given by his parents, you were just a task, a duty he had to fulfill.Â
âItâs going to be torture. Having to put up that front, that everything is okay. Making it believable to all of them. When this whole situations fucked up.â Jake says, standing up, looking down at the city from his office window.
âI canât say I understand it man, but if I was you, I'd meet up with her. Tell her how itâs going to go, I mean.. maybe she won't make it a big deal, right?â Sunghoon suggests, shrugging.
Sunghoon also doesn't know you as well as he does.
ââNo, I dropped her off an hour ago.â You put your phone on speaker before setting it down on the bathroom counter.
âSo youâre home right now?â Jake asks, you roll your eyes.
âWhy?â
âJust answer the question.â
âMhm, I'm working from home.â you say, trying on some designer dress you bought specifically for Italy.
And yes, obviously you would be excited to go, Itâs not like you actually have to be with Jake the whole time anyway. You can spend some time by yourself, or with Layla.
You slip off your bra, the braless look is better for this type of dress anyway. â-outsideâ
âhuh?â you ask, completely forgetting you were on the phone. âIm outsideâ He says like its the most normal thing
âWait what-â You look at yourself in the mirror and then back at your phone âIm at the door y/n, let me in.â
âFuck, fuckâshitâ you hiss
âWhat, do you have someone you don't want me seeing?â That pisses you off even more. You storm downstairs, swinging the front door open with an irritated look on your face.
His gaze drops to your feet, the miss matched socks, to the extremely short, almost see through dress, to your face, and then the messy pony tail on your head.
âPlaying dress up huh?â He says, walking in. You scoff before shutting the door, watching as he walks into your living room and sits on your couch.
âWhat are you doing here? I already said Layla was at pre school.â You walk to the living room, standing in front of him âI need to talk to you about Italy.â
âOkay what about it?â you ask, attitude leaking from your tone. âAnd aren't you supposed to be at work?â You look down at him, his outfit, black dress pants, to the white button up.
âNo, meeting got cancelled.â Even if he was the one to cancel it himself. He decided to come straight here after talking to Sunghoon.
âOkay, spit it out then.â You cross your arms over your chest, he lets out a quiet chuckle. God, you need to be put in your place so bad sometimes.
âI tried requesting a separate room, but my parents found out about it.â He says, casually unbuttoning his shirt collar âSo what the hell are you trying to say?âÂ
âYou know exactly what I'm saying y/n.â He runs his hand down his face âLookâ its one fucking week okay? Just play the partââ
âOf the perfect wife. Right.â You don't even bother sitting next to him. âWe don't even have to talk to each other, I meanâ when we get there we obviously have to see my mother and father, maybe the partners from America.â
He pulls out his phone âGreat.â You watch him scroll through it. âThis is a pretty big fucking deal for us y/n. Not everything is about you okay? You knew what you were doing the second you signed that contract five years ago.â
He stands up, gripping his phone tighter than normal in his hand. You open your mouth to speakâclose it.
Jake immediately regrets his choice of words, of course you didn't know it would end up like thisâ separated family, separate housesâ
âY/nââ He drops his head, biting his lip in concentration âGet out Jake.â You watch the way his eyebrows furrow. You two stay there like that for a moment, in a silence, before he turns away from you. You only look at him when he speaks, his voice rough.
âIâll message you more details later.â He says, shutting the front door behind him. You scoff, sitting down where he just was, trying to keep your cool, even if the very thing you want to do right now is slap his stupidly perfect face.Â
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You refused to take his offer of being driven to the airport, which was probably really stupid considering you were literally going to ride in his private plane, While also staying with him in Italy, while playing the part of his wife.
So obviously you wanted to hang on to your last ounce of dignity, even if paying for parking at the airport was definitely avoidable.
You look for the woman that Jake said to follow once you got to the airport. Spotting her immediately since she stood out, young, pretty.
You recognized her from when you were dragged to past work events, ones that you left 30 minutes into after making your appearance as Jake's âwifeâ.Â
âMrs. Sim,â She nods at you, offering to take your bags. âThank you.â You reply shortly, falling into step beside her as she leads you to the plane, the very spacious one to be exact, from the brown leather reclining seats, to the marble accented ceilings.
You spot Layla immediately, she's sitting next to a man you recognize, Park Sunghoon. He's smiling down at something she said, holding one of her barbies in his hand. The woman next to you stares at him for a moment before facing you.
âMr. Sim is talking to the Pilot, he wanted me to let you know this is your seat as wellâ She points to the window seat, among the many other ones, ahâso he's assigning shit to you now.
You set your bag down on it before walking over to Layla, âHi angelâ You smile down at her, her eyes lighting up the second she sees you âMommy!â She yells in a high pitched tone, standing up in the seat and holding her arms out, you take her in your arms, hugging her back.Â
âNice to see you too, Mrs. Simâ Sunghoon says with a smirk, the tone he uses for your name hitting a nerve only someone as cocky as him could.
âYou as well, Park.â Layla twirls a strand of your hair, before wiggling out of your arms, a sign she wants to be put down.
âHere you go Miss. Laylaâ Sunghoon hands her the fairy barbie in his hand, eyes looking past you to the woman you were talking to earlier..
You turn around, taking Layla to your seat.
Jake comes through the Pilots cabin shortly after, glancing down at you, his eyes softening when he looks at Layla beside you.
He stops at where Sunghoon and the other woman are sitting across from each other, both with their laptops out.
âYou two do realise you don't have to work while we're on the plane. Save it for when we actually get to Milan.â He sighs,
âI just like to stay ahead.â The woman says, âLet's just say I'm feeling motivated.â Sunghoon adds, eyes not living Jake's other employee. âYeahâ okay, just donât kill eachother.â
He rolls his eyes, walking back over to where you and Layla sit, you give her the tablet you occasionally let her use, along with her pink unicorn headphones, she happily takes it, leaning against your arm.
Your hand mindlessly brushes through her hair as Jake loosens his tie, his blazer discarded already. You look down at your outfit, a pair of nice fitted jeans, silk blouse, before looking back at him.
âWhats up with those two?â You ask, nodding behind you to where Sunghoon and Jake's other coworker sit. âEver since I hired her, Sunghoon has had thisâ inferior complex thing going on.â He sighs, leaning against the cushioned plane seat.
âWhen they work together, they definitely get shit done, but when they argue it's annoying as hell.â Jake says bluntly, glancing down at Layla, whose focus is on her tablet.
âOh, I see.â You reply quietly, looking out the window as the plane begins rolling for take off.Â
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After an extremely long flight, and parting ways with Jake's coworkers, you finally arrive at his parents' estate in Milan.
âJust play the partâ He nods at you, moving to open the car door and get Layla from the backseat. You two don't even have a chance to mentally prepare yourself when you walk in, to see Jake's mother and father both at the door.
Ignoring you and Jake, their focus immediately goes to your daughter âPrincess!â His mother says, Layla skips over to her, giving her a hug, âGrandma! Grandpa! I missed youâ She says, voice filled with joy, something that both you and Jake can't mirror no matter how hard you try.
His parents finally look at the two of you, âNice to see you y/n.â His mother says, you smile tightly. âI need to talk to you son, it's about the partners from America.â His father says, giving Jake a pointed look, he fixes his posture, looking at you for a split second before following his father to his study.Â
âMommy, you and Daddy will still come and see me right?â Layla looks up at you, eyes wide and childlike.
âOf course sweetheart, we just have important stuff to take care ofâ You smile down at her, before looking at Jake's mother for a split second, if you looked a little longer you would see the brief concern across her face.
She has no right to feel concerned for you though, considering she's one of the reasons you're here in the first place.Â
Jake shuts the door behind him, following his father to his desk in the center of the room. âMy assistant got the dates wrong for when you were supposed to come.â His father says, eyebrows furrowed in frustration.
âWhat do you mean she âgot it wrongâ? You couldnt have let me know that before I flew my fucking family out?â Jake says, irritation written all over his face.
âI would have, if I knew. Park Jongseong landed a few hours after you, trust me this isn't ideal for either of us.â
âI need you to go to the Park international office headquarters before you and y/n head where you are staying. He expects you to be there, not for long, just to confirm meetings and etcetera.â His father says, leaning against the desk.
âThis is a fucking mess.â Jake groans, running his hand through his hair. âJust get this done, there's going to be issues bigger than this when you actually fully take over the company son, take care of it.â
For some reason, that makes Jake even more upset. Hes fully aware of how this all ends up becoming his responsibility, hell, his whole fucking life has revoled around it, just a bunch of deals, negotiations, arrangements.
âIâll handle it.â Jake straightens moving to the door, not looking back at his father as he approaches you.
âWe need to go.â he looks at you for a brief second before he faces his mother and Layla in her arms. âBye angel, mommy and daddy will come see you later this week okay?â His voice is gentle when talking to her
âOkay!â She says cheerfully, playing with Jake's mother's expensive diamond necklace, His mother leans up to press a kiss to his cheek, âDrive safe okay?â His mother says, giving him a look of warning.
âI know.â He sighs, walking towards the door, you give Layla one more kiss on her head before following him. Somehow it feels like all of this is a bad decision.Â
âWhere are we going.â It's not a question, it's something you're demanding to know as he pulls out of the stone driveway of his parents estate.
You look at him, his tense jaw, to his hands that are gripped on the steering wheel dangerously tight. âThe Park International Office.â He replies back, eyes not leaving the road. âOkay, drop me off before then.â
âNo.âÂ
You scoff, looking at him in disbelief âWhy the hell not?â you ask, irritation leaking in your tone. The same tone he recognizes so well from when you two actually used to live together, even before you were pregnant with Layla.
âThe faster we get this over with, the better.â His voice is stern, unmoving. âFine. Don't expect me to be all enthusiastic and shit to meet your fancy clients.â You add a mocking flare to the last words, this time he actually looks at you, disbelieving.
âGoshâ I forget how fucking bratty you get.â He says, slight amusement leaking from his voice.
âCanât forget how much of an asshole you are.â you reply back, rolling your eyes. He pushes his tongue against his cheek, gripping the steering wheel harder.Â
As he puts the car into park, taking off his seatbelt, he pulls his black framed glasses from the center console, putting them on. You try not to notice the way they sit perfectly on his nose bridge.
âJust play the part.â He says low, opening the door, walking over to open yours but you already got out the second he did. You smooth down your silk blouse, he reaches to hook his arm around yours but you pull back.
âY/n.â you let out an annoyed sound before taking his arm, the touch foreign, yet almost comforting in a way you don't want to admit.Â
You see Sunghoon and Jake's other coworker once you enter the building, both with irritated looks on their faces as if they were arguing before falling into step beside Jake.
Sunghoon smirks down at you, before looking at Jake with his brow raised in a knowing look. You watch everyone's eyes follow a man, black hair, sharp features, even sharper jawline as he approaches you.
Jakes hand rests low on your waist, you feel the heat radiation off his palm through your shirt.
âMr, and Mrs. Simâ He nods politely at you, before doing the same to Jake's coworkers out of respect.Â
Jake nods back âMr. Park.â He nods back, you cant help but notice how the man in front of you also looks like he doesn't want to be here.
You stay by Jake's side, even as the man you now recognize as Park Jongseong speaks business, the woman from the plane writing down things on a glass clipboard, while Sunghoon joins the conversation with them.
You sigh, slightly annoyed, your performative exterior crumbling the longer you have to stand by his side.Â
What felt like hours, but was most likely only 30 minutes of having to perform as his âperfect little wifeâ you two finally got to the place you were staying, an extremely nice estate, it was almost like a penthouse, overlooking the water.
You still don't understand why you and Jake couldn't have stayed at his parents estate, but you guess this is what everyone insisted on.
You shove past him to get in the room, ignoring the way he glares daggers at the back of your head, only to pause when you reach the bedroom.
He follows after you, letting one of the room service workers bring in your stuff. You both freeze, staring at the bed.
The rose petals covering the white comforter, you feel your cheeks flush when they land on the condoms, assorted to make some sort of heart on the nightstand, you quickly move, opening the drawer to shove them inside of it only for your whole body to still.
âWhat the fuckââ Your eyes meet a pair of handcuffs, next to them, a bottle of unopened lube.
You swear your whole body is on fire, âI-Is this some kind of likeâ sex resort?â You turn to Jake, gaping at him.Â
He looks like he's at a loss for words, hand clutched tight around the suitcase handle. You move past him to the room service workers who are bringing in your stuff.
âHi, sorry, I think we have the wrong room, I'm confused with all theâstuff laying around.â You can't help the slight tremble in your voice, the woman unloads your suitcase off the carrier, before standing straight.
âMaâam, this was booked specifically with the additions to it.â She says warily.
Jake follows out the bedroom, realisation dawning. Sunghoon.
He should have known better than to have the idiot be the one to book where to stay.
âShit.â He mutters, before looking at the woman, and the other two who helped bring your stuff up here
âYou may leave, Thank you.â He hands her handfull of money, you couldn't see how much, but from the slightly shocked look on her face, you knew it was more than needed.Â
The door shutting behind them, leaving you and Jake in a penthouse in Italy, alone.
One that practically screamed sex, you crossed your arms over your chest, giving him that look.
âSunghoon booked it. I was busy with meetingsâ Fuck, I knew I shouldnt have let him.â He takes off his glasses rubbing the bridge of his nose in irritation.
âGod, of course he would do something like this.â You look around, besides the..stuff, it was a really nice place, probably the nicest you could have gotten, but that was expected with how wealthy he was.
You sigh, not looking back before walking towards the bedroom to unpack your things.
His eyes follow you, trailing a path down your body, the way your jeans cling to your hips, swaying in a way that could make any man weak.
Example being the way some of the men in Park Jongseongs office eyed you down.Â
You looked around the room- hell, Even the bathroom held the same aura as the bedroom, built for something intimate.
The shower lining the back, completely open, besides the glass in the middle, one shower head on the left, and one on the right, a fair distance away from each other, the dark tile made it feel even more dangerous.
This whole place was just one big temptation, with Jake being the center of it all.Â
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For being in the same penthouse as him, it was surprisingly easy to avoid each other. He mentioned something about Sunghoon, and this and that, in which you were half listening, half trying to ignore the way his short sleeved button up fit him.
There must be something in the air, there's stuff for that right? Perfume that makes you obnoxiously horny. Because that's the only reasonable explanation.Â
You finish blow drying your hair, running the detangling oil through it, the one that smells like fruits.
Checking the time, 9:48. Layla is probably already asleep, you open your phone, checking for any notifications, a part of you already knows who you're looking for.
âIm so fucked.â Jake groans, hair messy, glasses forgotten, the first few buttons on his shirt open, his tone chest revealed.
He takes the drink the bartender offered him, her hand grazing his at the exchange, Jake doesn't even notice it.Â
Sunghoon raises a brow at his state, looking at the woman behind the counter now serving a group of girls vodka shots.
The music isn't too loud, considering he specifically wanted a bar that wasn't meant for too much partying.
Jake looks around, the couples sitting down, happy, intertwined.
âLike I said, you just need some pussy.â Sunghoon mutters causally, looking as composed as ever.
âYeah, hers.â Jake mumbles, making Sunghoon laugh, actually fucking laugh in his face. âI take it back, no amount of pussy is gonna save your ass.âÂ
âFuck Hoonâ they even put flowers on the bed. Donât even get me started on the handcuffs either.â Jake rubs his temple in irritation.
âHey, it took some real convincing to get them to go all in with the kinky shit.â Sunghoon raises his hands in defense, like that makes it any better.
âWhat makes you think I evenââ
âTrust me, I know. Real recognizes real.â He says through a smirk. Jake can't help but let out a huffed chuckle, filled with amusement, and also disbelief.
âYou know, this is honestly your fault.â Jake levels his gaze, downing the rest of his drink.
âYou sure you donât just need someone to blame for your heart throbbing obsession with your baby mama?â Sunghoon says through that shit eating grin he wears when he knows he's right. I mean hell, he might just be.Â
Jake shakes his head, trying to get rid of any irrational thoughts, focusing on the truth, you want nothing to do with him in that way.
You probably hated him, most likely wouldnât even be talking to him if it werent for Layla.
âAlright prove it then.â Sunghoon says, challenging. Jake raises a brow suspiciously, âThat bartender right there in the tiny shorts, she's been eyeing you this whole time. You were too busy sulking about how much you want to fuck y/n to notice.â Sunghoon pauses for a moment, watching as Jake looks at the woman, her eyes locked on his before turning back to him.
âFlirt back, see where that leads you.â Sunghoon finished, downing the rest of his drink.
Jake chuckles, although there's no amusement filled in it, just straight up boredom. âIm not flirting with her, let alone fucking her.â Jake says, voice low.
Sunghoon's eyes light up immediately, victory gleaming in them. âKnew it.â He shakes his head, knowingly.
He opens his mouth to speak, but closes it as his screen lights up with a notification. Jake watches as Sunghoon picks up his phone, reading whatever it is, typing, sending, and standing up.
âWeâve been here for less than 24 hours and you already found someone?â Jake asks, a tone of exhaustion.
âYou already know it.â Sunghoon offers a playful wink, shoving his phone in his pocket. âDonât forget about the meeting we have with Park Jongseong either, The Prada ambassadors are also attending.â Jake says sternly, his voice he uses for business coming out.
âYes, sir.â Sunghoon chuckles, leaning against the stool for a second âYou good for tonight though?â he asks, slight concern around the edges.
âYeah, I'm fine. I'm headed back soon anyway.â Jake says, giving him a tight smile, Sunghoon watches him for a moment, before parting ways.
Jake stays for about five more minutes before standing up and walking back to the penthouseâ to you.Â
He's always been good about handling his alcohol, plus he didn't have much to drink anyway. So when you hear the sound of the door being unlocked, shut, and footsteps coming to the bedroom, you attempt to put on the facade of being fast asleep.
He walks in, closing the bedroom door shut behind him, eyes immediately on you, curled into the sheets like it was natural.
He doesn't know what comes over him when he walks over to your side of the bed, wanting to get a closer look at you, because it's been so.. so long since hes seen you like this.
He can't help himself when he brushes a finger over your cheek, it takes everything in you to stop your body from reacting.
âWhat are you doing to me..â He whispers, low, that you almost couldn't hear it. The slight smell of the crisp fresh air, his signature cologne, and faint alcohol lingering off of him.
He steps back immediately, touch gone from your skin, like you burned him, or like realisation finally dawned.
You don't open your eyes yet, You listen to the sound of his footsteps, descending away from you, moving to the bathroom.Â
You let out a breath, the one you've been holding ever since he opened the bedroom door, your heart beating rapidly, in a way it did when the boy you had a crush on in high school glanced your way. Childish, stupid.Â
The shower feels big, empty, even more so as the cold water hits his skin repeatedly, hardly helping with the burning of his body, or the way his dick throbs the second you invade his thoughts without permission, again.
Heâs fucking pathetic, you have every right to hate him.
In this moment of him being alone, surrounded by the dark, the dimmed lights illuminating the cold bathroom, all he can think about is how he would do anything to go back in time.
Put his fucked up pride to the side, anything to not be in this situation right now, with this needâ not just for anyone, not for some random woman, but for you.
Because it's something about you, not just because of Layla, not because youâre âforcedâ to be in each other's presence, he can't deny it anymore.
He canât deny that heâs utterly obsessed with you, and absolutely fucked. Just like Sunghoon said.Â
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Falling asleep last night might have been one of the hardest things, considering you could practically feel the heat radiating off his body the second he slipped in the bed with you.
You stayed turned so you were facing the large balcony slide door, watching the moonlight seep in.
You didn't want it to affect you this much, but somehow it still did. So after finally getting the strength to get up, and get ready for the day, because you might as well attempt to enjoy being here in Italy.Â
You see Jake, standing up at the edge of the counter, taking a sip of some expensive coffee.
âTook you long enough.â He tries, and fails to hide the way his eyes roam down your body, the way the floral dress clings to you, it could be considered modest, but the way it hugs your curves, makes him think things he probably shouldn't.
You raise your brow in question, closing the distance to make yourself coffee as well. He places a mug in front of you instead, catching you off guard.
You turn to look at him, eyes scanning his face, the glasses sitting on top of his head to the rather simple outfit he's sporting today.
âWhats with you, do you want something?â You ask skeptically.
Fuck yeah he wants something, preferably you though, sitting on his face perchance?
âAm I not allowed to make coffee for the mother of my child?â He turns fully, using the counter as support to lean against.Â
You level your eyes even more, âI was going to head to the estate, see Layla, maybe we can take her out for the day.â He takes another sip of his coffee, brushing past you to place the mug in the sink.
âTogether?â You ask suspiciously, confusion settling in your tone. âYes y/n, together.â He says like it's the most obvious thing. Like you two do this all the time, when in reality you donât even remember the last time he suggested something like this, if he even did.
âI mean we're both here, she's always going on about how she wants us both.â He offers lightly, watching the way your face softens.
âOkay then, for Layla.â You clarify, taking a sip of the coffee he prepared for you, the rich taste settling just right.Â
âWe also have dinner in 2 days with Park Jongseong and his girlfriend.â He adds in casually. Washing the mug off in the sink.
Your brain pauses for a moment, processing what just came out of his mouth. âKnew you wanted something.â You chuckle, but it's humorless.
âIts one fucking dinner y/n.â he turns, facing you. âYeah, and a whole week of being here, stuck with you.â
He opens his mouth to speak, closes it. âWe can talk about this later. Right now let's focus on Layla.â
He says it like he's being the bigger person here. As if he's not dropping things on you left and right, and that irritates you even more.
But you donât fight it, because a part of him is right, you two can stop your bickering for a few hours to spend time with your daughter.Â
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âThe purple one?â Layla asks, looking up at you, than at Jake, you glance down at the gelato in front of you, âOne lavender pleaseâ You smile at the man behind the counter as he scoops it into a cone, âOne lavender Gelato for youâ He hands it to her, her eyes lighting up as she takes it,
âAnything for the happy couple?â He asks, eyes darting between you and Jake, you don't notice the way he stills beside you. âCan I get the Raspberry please?â The kind man nods, handing you the cone, some of it dripping on your hand due to the warm weather.
âIll take the salted caramelâ He pays for it, walking on the other side of Layla, âShould we sit at the table?â You ask Layla, looking down at her as she tries to keep up with the steps you and Jake take, her pigtails swaying with her, you smile at how happy she is.
âYes!â Jake helps her up, taking the seat next to her, you settle for the one across from them.
Jake smiles at Layla, as she goes on about something related to her toys, and how âHoonâ needs to come back and play as the fairy doll again, his eyes go to you, the light pink gelato dripping down your hand, the way your tongue darts out to lick it off.
It's like his body reacts before his mind does, he reaches over, swiping his thumb across the bottom of your lip, the gelato that dripped being cleaned up.
You freeze, eyes immediately on him. He retracts his hand immediately, âSorryâ you had something-â He stops talking when the sound of his phone cuts through, picking it up and reading whatever is on his screen.
âAre you done, Lay?â Jake looks down at Layla beside him, she nods, âLet me guess, you have somewhere to be?â You ask unsurprising.Â
âIts Park Jongseong and the Prada ambassadorsâ nevermindâ He replies blandly, standing up and helping Layla, you chuckle, but not in amusement, or in surprise, because you knew this was going to happen anyway.
âCome on Lay, you know..â You smile down at her, before looking up at him, a certain glint in your eyes. âDaddy apparently has better things to do.â
You can feel his eyes boring into you, you don't look at him when you stand up and hold her hand. Who cares if it's childish, or bratty, youâre right anyway.
âI love you angel, be good okay?â You press a light kiss to Layla's forehead, Jake gives her a hug, before heading to the front door, you offer a tight smile to his mother before following after him.Â
You don't bother looking at him, or trying to talk to him once you're both in the car. You watch as Sunghoonâs name flashes across the screen, a call.
Jake looks at you for a second, before hesitantly pressing accept. âFinal fuckingly man, had me thinking you actually got someââ âYouâre on speaker Sunghoon.â Jake cuts through his words.
âOh shit.. Uhâ hey y/nâ you can practically see the fake concern on his face. Jake sighs, urging him to continue
âRight so, Park Jongseongâs assistant said the Prada ambassadors are already at his office, they're just waiting on us.â Jake bites down on his lip, hard. âFuckâ okay, tell them ill be there shortly.âÂ
âI got you, donât get too distracted..â Sunghoon says through a chuckle before hanging up. You feel a slight blush coat your cheeks at that, turning your head more towards the window to avoid Jake's gaze.
Every few minutes, he can't help when his eyes shift to you, the faint sunkissed glow coating your skin, the way your dress clings to your bodyâ
You regret the way you acted earlier, it was a little bratty, and petty..but then again you've always been, at least according to him.
He puts the car into park, unlocking the door, you don't say anything but before you step out, you turn your face towards him.
âAbout earlier.. It was uncalled for, I understand youâre busy, I shouldn't have said that in front of Layla.â You bite on your lip nervously, a habit he's noticed since the day your parents introduced the two of you.Â
He raises a brow, a playful smirk on his face âAre you apologizing?â He asks, eyeing you up and down
âWhatâ I mean.. I-â You stumble over your words, making him let out an amused laugh âItâs fine y/n. I know I'm not the best..â He pauses, looking down for a split second to think of the right word â..arrange..ment.â he cringes at the end,
âI try for Layla, even with the shit from the company piling up.â His hand rests steady on the steering wheel, You watch his face, his eyes, taking in the sincerity.
âYouâre a good father, Jake.â
You don't try to put on a forced smile, before stepping out of the car fully, shutting the door behind you, the second you're out of sight he buries his face in his hands, letting out a strangled groan. Godâ youâre killing him, so fucking slowly.Â
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âFuckâ Ive been wanting to do this for so longâ Jake says through a groan, pounding ruthlessly into you. You mutter something back, face buried into the soft pillows beneath you, not even caring about the saliva coming out of your mouth from how hard heâs fucking you.Â
âWant me to fill this pretty pussy up again?â he leans down, pulling your hair back to expose your neck, hips slamming into you, making your back arch against his chest. You're a moaning mess under him, his teeth nip below your ear, his free hand holding your hip, grounding you as his thrusts grow sharperâ
Jake freezes at the door of the bedroom as soon as he opens it, eyes wide looking at you, the sheets tangled around the ends of your feet, almost your whole body exposed, the oversized T-shirt you're wearing ridden up to reveal a glimpse of your underboob, your light pink sleep shorts practically sticking to your core, a faint outline of your pussy visible even through the clothing layers with how wet you seem to be.
Theres no fucking wayâÂ
A whine escapes your lips, or was it a moan? He can't help but step closer, lingering at the edge of the bed, your body squirms, thighs squeezing together in a poor attempt to satisfy the throbbing heat between your legs.
The smell of you so fucking delicious, clouding his senses. He almost feels sorry for you, gosh you must be desperate if you're having a wet dream in the middle of your shared bed with him. You let out another small noise, or was it a word?Â
He brings his finger up, gently swiping away a bead of sweat from above your eyebrow, trailing down your arm, lightly over the curve of your exposed hip, leaning closer to hear you better
âJ-Jake..â You whisper, barely audible, he stills, stepping back, running a hand through his hair.
Fuck this is wrong.. This is so, so wrong, He looks down at you again, biting his lip in thought.Â
He ultimately grabs the sheet, bringing it up from your feet to cover your body, trying to ignore the heat of your skin.
This cannot be real. He glances down at you one more time before going to the bathroom, shutting the door behind him with a soft click, leaning against it.
Letting the cool crisp air swallow him, anything to get rid of what he's feeling right now. He looks down, the hard bulge now clearly visible in his pants.
Bringing his hand down to palm himself through them, he hisses at the contact, how sensitive he is right now.Â
He wastes no time unbuttoning his shirt, discarding his pants and underwear next, stepping inside of the big shower, cool tile against his feet, he turns on the water, the warmth coating his skin.
The water drips down his body, he lifts a hand to steady himself against the black tile wall, bringing his other down to wrap around his thick cock, practically standing on its own, tip angry and red from how much he's neglected his own pleasure.
Pumping his fist once, a bead of pre cum slips out of the slit, mixing with the warm shower water as it drains beneath his feet.
âFuck..â He groans, fucking into his fist faster, leaning his head back as the water falls onto his face, his mouth hangs open, he closes his eyes, trying to imagine what you were thinking about, fuck his name sounds so pretty coming from your mouth, especially like that.Â
His groans grow more ragged as he strokes himself faster, ây/n..â he bites his lip, hard enough to draw blood as his warm cum spurts out, coating the dark tile wall, dripping down, making a mess on his hand, he looks down, eyebrows furrowed as he attempts to milk every last drop, watching as the water washes it away.
He lets out a breathless chuckle, almost pitying himself and this whole situation.Â
The next morning you woke up to an empty bed, the bright sun shining in through the sheer curtains illuminating the bedroom.
Even in the shower as the warm water hits your skin, you couldn't shake the dream you had last night, how real it felt, the way he spoke, the way he touched youâ the closeness of it all, so vividly in your reach.Â
You decided, well actually you were technically forced to use this day for yourself.
He was working. In all honesty, he didn't have to, but being with you again, alone, was killing him.Â
You were enjoying yourself, as one would do in Italy of all places, soaking in the warm sun on the balcony, book in hand when you got the text, the one that made your phone vibrate a little too loudly against the glass side table.
Something about it already told you it wasn't going to be good.
Jake: Client dinner tonight with Park Jongseong and his girlfriend. 7:00. Your dress is being dropped off now. Iâll be there at 6:45 to pick you up. Clean up for me, yeah?
You read the message once, twice, practically hearing the smugness in his voice at the last few words.
You type out a reply, delete it. He smirks down at his phone, seeing that you read it was enough.Â
Exactly 30 minutes later, the same woman from the airplane stands at the front door of the penthouse, garment bag in hand.
âThank you.â You give her a soft smile, one that she attempts to mirror back, handing the dress to you. âMr. Sim informed me you had the jewelry you needed, but if you need me too I can arrangeââÂ
âIt's fine.â You reply back dryly, she pauses for a moment âGod, Sorry I'm just stressedâ You fold the dress over your arm.
âThank you, and yes I have everything I need.â You say, breathing out. She offers a tight lipped smile, giving a polite nod before walking back towards the elevator, you shut the door once she's out of sight.
âOh my goshââ you gape at the dress, fully taking it out of the garment bag, laying on the bed before you.
The dark red contrasts with the white sheets, the cut a little too deep for something like this. You glance at the time on your phone, 5:26, if you start getting ready now you should be done before he gets here.. You bite your lip, contemplating. No harm in starting early, you have nothing to do in the meantime anyway.Â
âY/nââ Jake's eyes trail down your body, shamelessly, like he has the rightâ âYou look..â
âDont.â You hold your hand up giving him an almost strict look, while also suddenly feeling conscious of how low cut the dress is, the silk material soft on your skin.
He lets out a breathless chuckle, eyes staying glued to your chest without you knowing before putting the car into drive.Â
Park Jongseong, or Jay, as his girlfriend called him came in shortly after you and Jake sat down, the restaurant had a warm glow to it, truly an elegant place.
His girlfriend had the most genuine smile on her face. The dinner was going smoothly, as anything work related with Jake could be until she asked a question that had both you and Jake tensing beside each other
âSo, How long have you two been married?â She asks sweetly, genuine curiosity in her eyes, you look at Jake for a split second, missing the way Jay squeezes her thigh, âUm- well we-â Jake interrupts quickly
âWe had Layla four years ago, so around that.. Time.â He says, clearing his throat. The conversation quickly switches thanks to Jay.
The ride back was quiet until Jake decided to open his mouth. âDo you think I was too obvious?â He asks, eyes on the thin road before him, you turn your head from the window, looking at him, analysing the nervous way he brings his lip between his teeth, the slight movement of his jaw.
âWhat? About how weâre not actually the perfect, happy family you seem to paint us as?â You ask, a surprising calmness in your voice.
He shoots you a look, eyes dropping to your lips for a split second, before looking away just as quickly.
You scoff, âAnyone with half a brain could see.âÂ
âFuck is that supposed to mean?â He pulls the car into park, looking at you, expecting an answer.
âIm not doing this tonight.â You reach to open the car door but he stops your hand, grip tight, not enough to hurt, but enough to assert something deep.Â
âNo. Tell me what you mean.â You shake off his hand, the heat of it too much on your skin, praying that he didn't notice the way your pulse spiked the second his skin made contact with yours.
You sigh, facing him fully.
âYou don't act like my husband Jake. You never have, anyone could see that. Honestly, we're practically strangers at this point, the only thing keeping us together is Layla.â
You pause, trying to point out whatever emotion is flashing behind his eyes before continuing with a sigh, âOur marriage is a mere title, so dont be fucking shocked when it becomes clear as day to everyone else.â
âY/nââ he starts but youâre already leaning away. He doesn't stop you when you open the door, shutting it a little too hard behind you as you make your way into the building, the sole of your heels digging into your feet in a way that makes you want to throw them on the ground.
Jake slams his hand down against the steering wheel, running a hand through his hair, he turns off the car, locking it behind him before following you, because no way in hell is he ending the night like that.Â
Your heart is racing when you shut the door behind you, all while resisting the urge to sink to the ground.
You take off your heels by the door, immediately removing the unnecessarily heavy jewelry from your neck and ears.
You hold your hand up to your chest, feeling the consistent beating of your heart. The familiar click of the door lets you know Jake just walked in.Â
You stand up quickly, moving to the bathroom, shutting the door behind you, acting as if it was another barrier between the two of you.
Without a thought you slip off the red silk from your body, letting it fall to the dark tiled ground. Walking into your side of the shower you turn on the water, letting it warm up enough till the steam is visible, youâre in need of anything to drown out how you're feeling right now, you step under it, letting the water fall into your hair, wetting your body, the steam clouds around you, almost creating a blanket in the open coolness of the bathroom.
You thread your fingers through your hair, letting the water seep into every bit of your scalp. The warm, dimmed light of the bathroom reflecting slightly off of the dark glossy tile wall before you.Â
Jake tosses his keys on the marbled counter, swinging open the bedroom door, only to find it empty.
The faint sound of water falling onto tile seeping out from under the bathroom door has his attention immediately.
He sits down on the edge of the bed, leaning against his knees.
God, he's going to regret this.
He stands up, taking off his tie with practiced ease, doing the same with his belt, untucking his white button up, and unbuttoning it halfway before opening the door to the bathroom, the fan does nothing to get rid of the steam filling the open space. The large glass wall is fogged up, he can almost see the outline of your silhouette if he squints.Â
You don't see him, or hear him, the only sound filling your ears being the water hitting your skin and the tile beneath your feet.
You turn to the side slightly, eyes closed, he traces the curve of your breast, swallowing before unbuttoning the other half of his shirt and discarding the rest of the clothes on the ground beside your dress.
He lets out a breathless chuckle, looking down at his flushed dick practically standing on its own from how fucking hard he is.Â
Jake steps in, turning on the shower head a few feet away from you, the new heat bringing a fresh cloud of steam to cover you.
He doesn't look at you as he steps under the water, letting it wet his hair. You watch him, a slightly stunned expression on your face âJakeââ The word comes out breathless, almost pathetic.
He chuckles low. âY/n.â He glances in your direction, eyes staying on your face.
The awareness kicks in, that you're in the shower alone, with only a few feet of distance between the two of you.Â
You can't help your eyes, you really tried, but they trail down his body, his toned form.
Fuck, hes definitely been working out.
Your eyes ultimately land on his cock, watching the way the water drips down his body. The wetness forming between your legs has nothing to do with the shower water falling on your body, and everything to do with him.Â
He notices you looking, even with the barrier of steam between the two of you.
He doesn't bother turning off his shower head, closing the space between the two of you. His hand reaches out, not touching yet. Completely lost in the moment.
You let out a noise, it was supposed to be a word, maybe for him to stop?
No, it was definitely for him to keep going. When he speaks it comes out rough, uncontrolled, so different from how he speaks to everyone else. âStrangers huh?â You don't meet his gaze.Â
He brings his hand to your chin, forcing you to look in his eyes, his thumb swipes over your bottom lip, your mouth opening almost on command.
His cock jumps at the sight. The warm water soaks through your hair, the sensation of it forgotten with this new heat before you.
âDo strangers do this?â He brings his hand down, tracing your collar bone with his finger, you shudder at the touch.Â
He smirks at the way you're body reacts to his featherlight touches.
You gasp when his finger circles around your nipple smoothly. âFuck, these tits are perfectâ He brings his other hand up, repeating the motion on the other side.
You shudder, letting out a breathless sound, your nipples hardening from his teasing touch. âYouâre sensitive huh?â He chuckles down at you, nudging his cock against your stomach.
âShut up..â Youâre cut off when he gives both of your nipples a firm pinch. âWhen was the last time someone touched you like this?â He asks, voice low, only for you to hear even though youâre alone.
He brings one of his hands lower, just past your belly button, pausing for an answer. You shake your head, closing your eyes.Â
âCome on mama, give me words.â He encourages sweetly even as his cock jumps at the sight of you before him like this.
âNot since you.â You whisper so low the sound of the shower water covers it. He shakes his head, inching down lower, cupping your soaking heat in the palm of his hand, you let out a moan, reaching both hands out, grabbing his veiny forearm to steady yourself.
He slowly rocks his palm against you. âSay that again.â He presses harder, reaching around to tilt your head back so he can really see.Â
âI said, not since you.â He lets out a sound that you definitely aren't mistaking as a moan.
âFuckââ He bites back his words, hand still cupping you, your juices leaking past his fingers, blending with the warm water pooling beneath you both.
âSo this whole time..â He pauses, removing his hand from your heat, earning a whimper from you, "..you've had nothing but these.â
He lifts your right hand up, brushing over your middle and ring finger, the touch gentle.Â
You nod, a slight blush creeping up your face, a part of you would feel a little embarrassed, maybe ashamed if not for the situation right now.
âShow me.â He urges, bring your hand down, he backs you up a few inches until your back is flushed against the cool tile walls, the warm water contrasting,
âYou have to do it too then..â You look down at his cock, veins prominent, tip aching. He follows your gaze, smirking.
You two match each other's pace, you spread your legs ever so slightly, the best you can for standing up, rubbing small circles on your sensitive bud, the feeling even more exhilarating with him watching you so intently.
The little âahâ sounds youâre letting out sending pulses straight to his dick. He brings his own hand down, swiping his thumb over the slit of his cock. Mouth hanging open as he wraps his hand around the base.
You feel yourself get even more wet at the sight, the desperate huffs he's letting out, his eyes don't know what to focus on, ultimately landing on your pussy when you push one of your small fingers in, the squelching noise so clear above everything else, he lets out a groan, a bead of pre cum leaking from his tip.
âLet me taste youâ He breathes out, hand stopping your wrist. You freeze, looking up at him âPlease..I- fuck, I need to.â
He brings your fingers up to his mouth, tongue darting out to lick before sucking them clean, the sight alone draws a wrecked sound from you.
âJake..â You whisper out, dragging your fingers out of his mouth, smearing them on his chin, he looks so pathetic like this.
He reaches beside you, turning down the pressure of the water before lowering himself to the ground, his eyes never leave yours.
He lifts one of your legs, pressing a light kiss on your inner thigh, trailing smaller kisses closer to where you need him most, he rests your leg on his bare shoulder, completely exposing you to him,
âYou dont know how fucking bad ive wanted this y/n..â He whispers breath ghosting over your slick folds. â..how much I've craved this, even all those years ago.â
You bump your pussy against his face and he wastes no time licking a stripe from your hole to your clit, you arch against the cool tile wall, pressing yourself even more on his face, his hands travel up your body, cupping your ass in his hands, palming the soft flesh, bringing you impossibly closer.
He's completely lost in you, not letting a single drop of your arousal leak anywhere except in his mouth.
His nose nudges your clit every time he fucks his tounge into your hole, âYeah.. fuck, f-feels so good..â You bring your hands up, lacing them in his wet hair.
He mumbles something back, the vibration making your hips jerk, he brings one of his hands down from your ass, sneaking it up to replace his tongue with two of his slender fingers, the new feeling so different from your own fingers.
He looks up at you, the way your head is thrown back against the cool wall, mouth hanging open, fuck youâre beautiful like this.Â
He latches his lips onto your aching clit, flicking it with his tongue as his fingers work your tight hole.
You tug his hair harder, encouraging him without words, his fingers inside of you curl just right, hitting a spot that has you seeing stars, he sucks even harder on your clit, feeling your walls flutter around his fingers, greedily sucking them in.
A moan, almost a scream escapes from your lips as a fresh round of juices flood out of you, soaking the lower half of his face, he greedily drinks everything you let out, not letting a drop go to waste.Â
He lowers your leg back on the ground, pressing a light kiss to your thigh before leaving wet ones up your body, kissing his way along your jaw, your cheeks, your lipâ
He pauses when he feels your body tense against his. His lips less than an inch away from yours.
âWhats wrongââ He leans back slightly, eyes darting across your face âI..I cantâ He tilts his head, hands still on your waist but a confused look washes over his face
"I'm not going to force you to do anything mama, but why?â He searches your eyes for an answer âJakeâ we haven't even kissed since the weddingâÂ
âY/n, you just let me eat you out, which to be fair I would do it a thousand times more, but a kiss is too much for you?â
You bring your hands up, burying your face in them âFuck, I know okay? We were just caught up in the momentââ You don't see it, but he's looking at you with genuine sadness, not because you won't go any further, but because youâre not even comfortable enough to do so,
âBaby-â he starts, bringing his own hand up to pull yours from your face but you stop him, moving around, too ashamed to even look in his eyes.
âWe can just forget this happened okay?â His hands fall to his sides, âBut-â
âPlease, IâI can't go through it again.â Your voice cracks, a pain sharpening in your chest.
He opens his mouth to speak but you turn before he can, grabbing a towel from the nicely folded pile, the water feels cold now, almost limp as he stares at the spot you were just standing in.Â
He licks his lips, the faint taste of you still lingering.
He curses himself for acting on instinct, it was too fast and he knew it. But how couldn't he? Youâre irresistible, the only constant desire in his life that never fades. So no, he's not just going to âforget thisâ.
He'd be stupid to.
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You try to ignore Jake's eyes on you throughout the plane ride, focusing on anything except for him, whether it's Layla showing you something on her I pad, or Sunghoon and Jake's other coworker bickering over something useless.
It's best to just pretend like nothing happened, so treating him the exact same as you did before this trip is the best way to do that.Â
You grab your bag from the overhead bin, helping Layla put her dolls in her small backpack, moving to get off his plane without a word, when he grabs your wrist.
âSunghoon.â He says, eyes not leaving yours for a second. Sunghoon closes the distance, âTake Layla to y/ns car.â he nods before picking her up, Jake's other coworker follows after.
You turn fully to look at him, arms crossed over your chest in annoyance. âWhat?â
âIâm not forgetting what happened.â His eyes drop to your lips, making it known he's looking.
âWell I am.â you try to reply calmly, composed. But there's a slight tremble in your voice, one that he doesn't miss. Something washes over his face.
He straightens his shoulders âOkay.â Is all he says before brushing past you, leaving you in the middle of the wide aisle.
Him with the last word, one that you're trying to make sense of. Because there was so much more hidden underneath it, a part of you doesn't even want to know.Â
You see Sunghoon crouching down to Layla's level, saying something that makes her giggle. He stands when he sees you, a cocky smirk plastered on his face.
âSee you later Mrs. Sim.â You roll your eyes, opening the car door to help Layla get inside, closing it.
âPark.â You call out, Sunghoon stops, turning slightly with an eyebrow raised in question.
âMake sure he doesn't do anything reckless.âÂ
He lets out a low chuckle, looking at the ground before his focus is back on you. âI can try, but I canât promise anything.â Is all he says before offering his infamous wink, hands tucked nonchalantly in his suit pant pockets, walking away.
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Everyone has different ways of coping, sulking around could be one.
But that was never something Jake found relieving. So here he is, at some club with none other than Park Sunghoon.
âYouâve got this sexy dad look about you..â Some girl, who he doesn't even remember the name of says, fingers brushing over the collar of his shirt along the thin silver chain that clings to his skin.Â
Jake's attention is brought back to her, she's a pretty girl, short black hair, but nothing she's saying is interesting to him.
She presses closer to him, purposely positioning her tits on his arm, teasing. She thinks she's being subtle but it's painfully obvious.
He looks over her shoulder, at the dance floor where Sunghoon has his hands on some blonde girl's waist as they practically dry hump each other.
He chuckles, the girl in front of him beaming proudly, thinking she's the one who made him laugh.Â
âDo you wanna maybe..â The girl leans in close, standing on her tip toes to reach his ear, lips grazing â..get out of here?â
He looks down at her, boredom plastered on his face. âNo.â Is all he says, the girl raises her brow, offended.
Jake takes another sip of his drink, not even sure what one he's on. She scoffs, stepping back from pressing against him
âWhat do you mean ânoâ?â She asks accusingly. âNo, as in I don't want you.â He states in an obvious tone.Â
Sunghoon curses under his breath whispering something into the ear of the woman he's dancing with before walking through the crowd effortlessly to get to him.
âFuckingââ She yells, a little too loudly, to the point where Sunghoon can hear it a few feet away, and heads are turning towards the scene.
Jake rolls his eyes, âIm not interested.â He shrugs, downing the rest of his drink, the girl straightens to say something else, but Sunghoon cuts in between the two.
âAlright, I think it's time for us to go!â He says a bit too energetically, hand resting on Jake's shoulder. The girl rolls her eyes âYour friends an asshole.â She mutters before walking away to go flirt with some other guy, Sunghoon turns, facing Jake completely now.Â
âWhat?â Jake asks, like it's completely normal.
âDude, you were the one who said you âneeded some pussy to take your mind off thingsâ and when a chick practically throws herself at you, literally by the way, you reject it?â
Sunghoon looks Jake up and down like a mad man, "She's not her.â Jake mutters, voice low, as if you could hear him talking right now.Â
Sunghoon chuckles, actually fucking chuckles at his state. âOh I see, let me guess, you did some shit, right? Thought with your dick instead of your head?â
When he doesn't respond, Sunghoon laughs in his face. âI shouldâve known, man.âÂ
âI fucked it up.â Jake groans, running his hand through his tousled hair, down his face, the slight stubble that he let grow a few weeks after the Italy trip scratching his hand roughly.
âYou didnt fuck her right?â Sunghoon asks, an unfamiliar seriousness in his voice. âWhatâ thatsâ âOkay thats answer enough.âÂ
âMaybe try actually sitting down, having a conversation?â Sunghoon suggests, trying his best with advice.
âShe won't even look at me, and besides that she acts the same. But it fucking hurts.â Jake sighs, leaning against the bar counter.
Sunghoon watches him for a few seconds, making a âyikesâ face âDamn, you really got it bad huh?â
Jake pulls out his phone from his pocket, fingers finding their way to your contact, he clicks on the messages, the last thing in the chat being a photo of Him, Layla, and you eating Gelato in Italy together.
In the photo, someone might actually think he had the perfect family, beautiful wife, and daughter. If only they knew.
Jake types something, fumbling over the keyboard, Sunghoon looks down at the phone, eyes widening
âAbsolutely fucking not.â He snatches the phone from Jake's hand earning a glare âI need to talk to her.â Jake says firmly.
âNot when youâre wasted like thisâ Sunghoon chuckles, tucking the phone in his own pocket. âGive me the fucking phone Hoon.âÂ
âNo, because youâre literally going to kill me tomorrow for letting you text her.â Sunghoon backs up a step, Jake takes a step forward.
âOr I could now for not letting me text her.â Jake levels his gaze on him, âAlright fineâ He says finally, pulling out the phone from his pocket
âLet me do something first thoughâ Jake watches as he types something random on his phone, multiple times before realising âYou fuckingââ Jake snatches his phone back,Â
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âWhoopsâ Sunghoon shrugs, before his attention is pulled from the same blonde girl from earlier tapping his shoulder, Jake watches as his flirty persona immediately makes a comeback
âBathrooms empty if you wanna..â Jake blocks out the rest of the words, signaling the bartender to come over âDo you guys have a phone I could borrow?â He asks, genuine curiosity in his tone, the younger man nods, handing him one from the counter.
Sunghoons eyes turn back to Jake for a split second to see him dialing your number âFuckâ fuck, no.â He snatches the phone from him, cursing before turning to the girl he was just talking to,
âGimme a few minutes okay baby?â Sunghoon says to the girl, she blushes and nods, his attention goes back to Jake and the phone immediately.
âHello?â You say confused, sitting up in bed, trying to see if you heard the words right.. Maybe someone accidentally called your number?
Sunghoon curses, glaring at Jake who shrugs with a cocky shit eating grin on his face. âYeah, hey Y/n.â Sunghoon says, defeat evident in his voice. âPark?â You ask, now fully seated up in your bed.
You turn up the volume, the faint sound of music and chatter in the back, but the sound of him bickering with someone covers most of it, you only catch every other wordââGive meâthe phone!â You sigh
âPark what's going on?â You hear him groan on the other end, and persumabley Jake say something along the lines of âFuck youâÂ
âSorry! Wrong numberâ Is all you hear before the line goes blank, you look down at your phone in confusion.Â
âYeah, we're leaving now.â Sunghoon says, turning to the blonde girl who was definitely about to be his fuck for the night.
She looks up at him, hope gleaming in her eyes, but frowns when he says he has to go.Â
âYouâre so fucking lucky to have me, I actually just saved your ass.â Sunghoon mutters, âMaybe I should just email her..â Jake contemplates, saying his thoughts out loud, tapping his screen to see there's 2 hours and 48 minutes left on his phone.
âOkay noted, take away the computer too.â Sunghoon shakes his head, chuckling.
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Holy fuck. Is all you could think of when Jake answers his front door, grey sweatpants, and black fucking compression shirt out of all things on. Hair tousled, slick with sweat.
You should have known coming to drop off Layla in the morning wasn't a good move, especially since Sunghoon's car was also in the driveway.Â
He chuckles at your reaction, like he knows something you don't. âDaddy!â Layla says, practically jumping into Jake's arms as if she wasn't falling asleep in the car a few minutes ago.
You tighten your grasp on her light pink backpack, Jake moves for you to step in, âYou missed me Princess?â He asks in a gentle tone.
You walk to the open kitchen, but pause when you see Sunghoon, dressed in familiar attire to Jake, pouring what is probably a protein shake into two different cups.Â
He doesn't look up to know it's you. âHoon!â Layla wiggles out of Jake's arms, running over to Sunghoon who just laughs at her, âMommy, can I have the mermaid doll please!â She asks, looking up at you with those adorable brown eyes, the ones that look just like Jakes.
You can't help the smile that lights up your face before getting them from her bag. She giggles before looking up at Sunghoon who sets down his shake.
âWell Miss. Layla, im ready when you areâ He says, taking the doll from her and going to the living room where Jake has her toys set up.Â
Jake lets a small laugh slip at the interaction. You bring your attention back to him, his eyes take in your clothes, from the business pants, to the blazer that fits you all too well.
âOkay, umâ don't forget she has ballet lessons twice a week.â You bite your lip, trying to conceal how fucking nervous hes making you right now.
I mean, who even looks that good after the gym, gosh you shouldn't be thinking like this right now. Especially with everythingâ
âY/n.â
âNo.â You feel your heart racing as the word comes out, âI haven't even saidââ He starts âJake.â
âmama, please let me talk to you..â He closes the distance between the two of you, you try not to show a reaction at the name, the one he called you that night, the night you can't seem to forget.
You peak over his shoulder to see Sunghoon sitting on the ground with Layla, playing with the dolls. âNot here, not when she can hear.â You say quietly.
He nods, walking upstairs to his office, catching Sunghoon's eye, who just cocks a brow at him.Â
âOkay, what's so important.â You shut the door behind you, watching as he leans over his desk, back to you.
He turns to face you, "I'm sorry for the other night, calling you like that was immature of me and as Layla's father I shouldn't haveââÂ
âYeah, I know.â You interrupt, crossing your arms over your chest.
âI'm trying to apologize here y/n.â He sighs frustratingly, as if this is some chore or task he has to do.
âNo, youâre trying to make yourself feel better.â He sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose in irritation, âYou would think someone who was going to inherit a billion dollar company in the next year would know better, but noââÂ
âIm fucking trying here okay?!â He lowers his voice, trying to avoid getting into an argument loud enough for Layla to hear, even though the room is already noise cancelling.
âThats the same shit ive heard since I was 13 years old y/n, its fucking drilled in my mind.â He steps closer to you, towering over your frame.
âEverything, planned, laid out, my whole future already decided the second I came out the womb.âSo yes, I'm aware of what I inherit, I'm aware of the responsibilities I have.â You open your mouth to speak, but close it when nothing comes out.
He continues, âI know I fucked upââ He pauses, resisting the urge to pull you in, cling to you, because as of right now, even if you hate him youâre still the only thing he sees as an anchor in his life.Â
ââAnd not just the other night. In Italy, I shouldn't have, it was reckless and-â
âJake.â
â-and stupid, you just- I couldn't resist youâ
âJake!â You cut through his words like a knife. The only sound in the room being your trembling voice, and his unsteady breath.
âDont do this to me. Not right now.â You clench your fist to steady the way it shakes. âY/n, pleaseâ you wont let me any other time besides when either one of us drops off Lay.â
âBecause youâre her father Jake! That's all you are. It might say youâre my husband on paper, but youâre not. We dont owe eachother anything, and you made that very fucking clear 5 years ago.â You watch his eyebrows furrow in the way a lost puppy would, an almost pleading look in his eyes.
You bite your tongue, regretting the way the words came out. It takes everything in you to not crumble to the floor, right here in front of him.Â
Something shifts in his eyes, he takes a step back from you, distancing himself as much as he can in the confined space.
He doesn't look at you as he turns his back to you, leaning against his desk.
âYou know the way out.â He says over his shoulder, tone cold. âJake..â you whisper
âYou know the way out.â he repeats more firmly. You watch him for a moment, before turning and walking out.Â
It takes everything in him to not take back his words, to beg you to come back for him to say sorry a thousand times if he has to.
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That night, you still couldn't get the interaction out of your head, you don't know how many times you tossed and turned in your empty bed, the silence of the house unbearable.
Even throughout the week, it replayed. The look in his eyes, the shift in his face when he told you to get out.Â
You know he works hard, you know he is a good father. And you definitely know what it's like to have your life laid out for you.Â
So walking through the front doors of the company building wasn't exactly a part of the plan, but it's like your feet were carrying themselves.
The bright daylight shining through the completely glass walls, the city streets bustling outside as usual.
As you walked to the front desk, heads turned towards you, some whispering, some silently observing.Â
âMrs. Sim?â You hear a familiar voice say, walking towards you, You don't have to look to know who it is.
âPark.â You say, turning to face him, leaning against the front counter. âWhat a surprise.â He can't hide the smug grin on his face as he approaches you. âIm here to see Jake.â
âOh, you mean youâre not actually here just to see the office?â His tone is laced with sarcasm. You roll your eyes.
âI was just heading up there, come on.â He chuckles, âBut I need to inform Mr.Simââ The woman at the front desk starts, âGreta, baby, It's the Bosses wife we're talking about here.â You roll your eyes, âDonât give us a hard time mâkay?â he says sweetly, winking down at her. You watch as she blushes, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.Â
You follow after him, stepping into the elevator. âYouâre actually disgusting." You cross your arms over your chest, glancing sideways at him.
âWhat? It's not my fault they can't resist my charm.â Sunghoon shrugs, adjusting his tie.
The elevator dings, signaling its reached the top floor, you look at him, but your eyes drop to the hint of color below the collar of his white button up.
Your brow raises, squinting to see the slightly red hue of it. âFirst door past the window.â He nods down the hallway, stepping out of the elevator.Â
You watch him for a split second, but he pauses when you call after him âPark.â
He turns to look at you, humming in response âYou got a little something.â You say, pointing to his collar, he looks down, and you notice his frame immediately still.
You offer one of those too sweet smiles before making your way down the hall.Â
Your hand hovers over the door, before finally knocking. Jake assumes it's one of his assistants so naturally he says a steady âCome in.â, accent sharp and cutting through your train of thought.
You inhale once before opening the door. He doesn't look up until the door clicks shut behind you, and when he does, his face shifts.Â
âY/nâ what are you doing here?â He doesn't know why he stands, but he does anyway, hands braced on his desk, you look around his big office, the dark brown leather couch, to the tall bookshelves, and the window with a perfect view of everything 50 stories below.
You try not to stare too much.
âUm- well I just wanted to make sure you knew about Layla's ballet recital in a few weeks, they just sent the email out so.. Yeah.â You cringe slightly at the words, and with how obvious you are.Â
He raises a suspicious brow at you, âSo you drove here, to the same building you haven't bothered visiting in 5 years, just to tell me something that was sent in my email.â
It's not a question. âWell- I.. you know,â He can't hide the small smirk that plays on his lips
âIââ You pause, trying to regain your composure. âI wanted to..apologize.â You watch his reaction, the curious tilt of his head.
âApologize?â he rounds his desk, leaning against the front of it, arms still crossed over his chest, assessing you.Â
âFor the other day.. In your study.â You try not to cringe at the memory, âAnd for Italy.â Something flashes over his face
âY/nââ he starts âNo. Let me finish.â He shuts his mouth immediately and you continue.
âI said some hurtful things that night, In the..shower.â You avoid his gaze âIt was wrong for me to use you like that.â His tongue runs over his lips, remembering the taste of you that night.Â
âAnd then in your study, when you tried apologizing to meâ I didn't mean to go off on you like that, and I know youâre trying, I know the pressure you feel, and with everything you said about your life being plannedââ
He's watching you closely as you speak, not interrupting. âBut God, Its so fucking hard to forget Jake. I try so hard, for LaylaâYou look at her with so much love. And then you look at me, like I'm aâ task.. A chore?â
You question your choice of words. âAnd it hurts so fucking much.â You breath out, the words rough and vulnerable.
You blink back the tears threatening to pour out, his hands fall to his sides, and it's like his body moves before his mind can process it.Â
He closes the distance between the two of you, pulling you towards him , one hand wrapping around your back, the other cradling your head against his chest, resting on the top of your head.
âJake..â You say through a trembling breath, hands clawed at his chest. âShh mama, I got you.â he whispers, his thumb rubbing small circles on your back.
He pulls back, "I'm sorry too, I didn't mean to hurt youâI.. Fuckâ He runs his hand through his hair, taking a step back to breath.
âYou cloud every thought in my mind y/n. Every single day, every single hour, I can't stay mad at you for the life of me. ImâIm really not good at this..â he looks down at you, biting his lip nervously
âI don't think you understand how bad I regret how I treated you, How I made you feel.â He steps closer again, âI wasâ no I am an asshole. God, you have every right to hate me.â He chuckles but it's humorless
âJake.. I don't hate you..â He meets your eyes at that, looking at you, really looking at you, the shared vulnerability between you two right now in this moment.Â
Your hand moves from your side, hesitating before cupping his face in your hand, he leans into the touch immediately, his eyes fluttering shut at the contact.
âI can't get you out of my head y/n.â He turns his head to press a gentle kiss to your palm, a small gasp leaving your lips at the intimacy of it.
âIm sorry, I know we have a lot to work onâbut please..â He whispers, holding your hand in his, moving it to press a kiss to your wrist, just above your pulse point, feeling how rapidly your heart beats.
His eyes don't leave yours. âI'm sorry..â He whispers again, lower this time, trailing small kissing along your arm, those same words leaving his lips in between.
His other hand slips to your waist again, pulling you closer, He cups your face in his hand, threading his fingers through the back of your hair, shutting his eyes, leaning against your forehead.
âIm so fucking sorry.â he breathes out, ghosting over your lips, you tilt your head up slightly, letting your lips graze over his. âBaby..âÂ
You close the distance between your mouths, lips pressed firmly against his, he pulls you closer, running his fingers through your hair more deeply, his other hand gripping your waist as if you were the only thing grounding him, your lips move together in a rhythm, his tongue runs along your bottom lip, begging for more access, you grant it and he groans into your mouth, eyebrows furrowing.
His tongue explores your mouth, tasting you. He pulls back, a string of saliva connecting between the two of you, âPlease..â He begs, looking between both of your eyes, an almost pathetic look on his face.
You tilt your head âPlease forgive me, y/nâ He brings his hand down from out of your hair, gently rubbing small circles on your neck, tracing his thumb over your exposed collar bone, the touch electric. âIââÂ
A sharp knock on the door has you two pulling away from each other like you've been caught doing something you shouldn't.
âMr. Sim, I just wanted to inform you we have an online meeting with Park Jongseong in five minutesâ A shy voice says from the other side, he watches you, the way you stare at your feet, he tries not to smile at your clear nervousness.
âHave the notes ready, let them know I'm coming.â He says, voice back to that professional tone.Â
He leans down one more time, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead before opening the door to his office and walking down the hall to the meeting room.
Once the door shuts behind him, you bring your hand to your heart, the rapid beating of it pounding against your palm.
You trace your lips with your fingers, still trying to process what just happened, and what's going to happen..
Jake turns the corner of the hallway, to see Sunghoon, leaning against the wall, his eyes trace over Jake's form.
âWhat the hell happened to you?â Sunghoon says through a knowing smirk, âDont.â Jake replies, straightening his tie and walking into the meeting room. Sunghoon raises his hands innocently, following after.Â
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As soon as Jake got out of that meeting the first thing he did was pull out his phone, shutting his office door behind him, but pausing to inhale the faint smell of you, your sweet, sweet perfume and hair wash lingering in the air.
âJaeyun?â His mother says into the phone curiously, âAn important event came up, do you mind watching over Layla tonight?â He asks, knowing exactly what the answer will be, if anything he's surprised she didn't beg him to let Layla come over. His parents even have a room specifically for her on the rare occasion she go to their manor. âYes!â she says eagerly, Jake chuckles, âAlright, I'll drop her off in a few.â He says briefly before hanging up.Â
The feeling of his lips still lingered on yours even hours later. The memory of them causing a warm feeling to pool in your belly.
You tried to distract yourself, you really did. But not even working could make you focus. Slipping on your soft robe, you shuffle around your house, eager to take a bath, maybe that would help ease the consistent throbbing in between your legs.Â
You were just about to untie it when a ring on your doorbell took you by surprise, you checked the time on your phone, 8:23..Â
You make your way downstairs, opening the door, freezing. âWhat are you..â You swallow, âWhat are you doing here?â a nervous excitement slipping through your tone.
Jake takes a step forward, eyes not leaving yours as he shuts the door behind him. âWhere's Layla?â
âWith my parents.â he replies, eyes trailing down your frame shamelessly, taking in the way your thin robe does nothing to conceal whats underneath. His tongue darts out for a split second, wetting his lips.Â
Your eyes fall to his attire, wearing the same dress pants he had on earlier, blazer gone, white button up rolled up his forearms. He chuckles at the way your eyes drag along his arms, bringing your attention back to his face.
âYou still didn't answer me.â He tilts his head, studying you. âWhat are you doing here?â He takes another step forward, crowding you in the entrance of your home.
âYou think after what happened today, I was going to just leave you alone?â His eyes drop to your lips.Â
âWellâ I mean.. I didn't know you were going to just show up..â His eyes fall to the way you nervously play with the end of your robe.
âMama, of course I did.â he brings his hand down over yours, stilling it so you could stop fidgeting.
âI wanted to see you.â He says confidently. He sighs, defeated, even though you haven't even said anything back. âwanted to touch you.â
His hand comes up, brushing his thumb softly along your cheek, you lean into it. âI want youââ He pauses, breathesââI want you so bad.â
His eyes search yours before continuing âSo bad that I can't fucking concentrate anymore, I can't think straightââ
âThe idea of you not wanting me backânot loving me back, makes me sick.â You both freeze at the words, he opens his mouth to speak, closes it.
âI- fuck..â He pulls his hand away from your face, you stop it, placing yours above his. âI want you too, Jake.. Iâ I love you.â The second the words leave your mouth, something shifts in his face.
His other hand comes up to the other side of your face, holding you like youâre something precious.
âYou don't know how long I've wanted- No, I've needed to hear that.â He tilts his head down, lips ghosting over yours, your lips part instantly
âI love you baby.â He whispers before pressing his lips to yours.Â
You immediately melt into the kiss, giving him access to your mouth, his hand cups the back of your neck, holding you closer.
He kicks off his shoes, lips never leaving yours, you wrap your arms around his neck as he guides you backwards, you stumble back slightly, his hand immediately wrapping around your waist, you giggle against his mouth, earning a laugh from him.Â
You gasp as he picks you up, wrapping your legs around his hips, his hands splayed on your ass. He makes his way up the stairs with you, carrying you with ease.
His lips crash against yours again, backing you up against the wall, you roll your hips in his hold, grinding against his hardening bulge in his pants.
âFuck maâyouâre killing me..â He breathes, biting your bottom lip, a whimper escaping your lips at that.
âIf I wasnt such a gentlemen, Iâd fuck you right here, on your floor.â The dirty words have you grinding harder against him, he chuckles
âYouâd like that huh?â You nod, a little bit too frantically, instead he walks further down the hall, in your bedroom, he kicks the door shut behind him, laying you down on the bed.
âNo, I wanna take my time with you.â He presses a light kiss to your lips, savoring your taste. âJakeâplease..â It comes out breathless.Â
âPlease what?â he teases, hand coming up to wrap around your throat, not to hurt you, more to claim.
He trails it back down, to the loosely tied knot of your robe. âWant you to fuck me..â You plead, squirming.
He smiles at that, pulling the string of your robe, causing it to fall open limply, he sucks in a sharp breath at the sight of you, laid out for him like this, like his next fucking meal.
He peels it off your body, tossing it to the ground, leaving you bare. âSo needy, hm?â He parts your legs, nearly groaning at the sight and smell of your slick pussy.
You whimper at the cold air nipping your skin. He brings his hand down, cupping your breast in his hand, kneading the soft flesh
âI love these tits so fucking muchâ He says almost to himself, rolling your nipple between his fingers, his other hand comes up, repeating the motion on your other, making sure no part of your body feels neglected.
He bites his lip at the delicious sounds leaving your lips, the pathetic light moans.Â
You expect him to undress next, but instead he kneels down, hitting the soft carpet, right between your spread legs, you prop yourself on your elbows, not wanting to miss a single moment of seeing him like this.
His eyes close, like he's already gone, licking a sensitive spot on your inner thigh, sucking on it gently, making sure to leave a mark.
Your mouth hangs open, letting soft moans leave your lips, he can't help the smirk that covers his face at how youâre not being shy with him.
He takes his time, leaving marks on your inner thigh, teasing you even more, while also making you even more wet.
His eyes lock on your glistening cunt, âThis all for me?â He chuckles, earning a groan from you, he blows on your puffy clit, enjoying how your hole clenches around nothing, the way youâre already throbbing.
You whine at his teasing, âShh mama, wanna make you feel good.â He uses his hands, pushing your thighs farther apart, giving him even more access.
Your eyes roll at the first lick, sensual, gathering your juices on his tongue, his eyes flutter shut at the taste of you, how fucking natural it is.
One second its slow licks, the next he's diving in, devouring you. His nose bumping your clit as his tounge works your hole, he looks up at you, your absolutely fucked out face before focusing back on your pussy. Your juices coating the bottom half of his face.
He brings his attention back to your clit, taking the sensitive bud between his lips and sucking with such precision it has your back arching off the bed, hands flying to his hair.
He groans at the feeling of you tugging on the strands, sending a vibration straight to your core. He flicks his tongue on your clit, rolling the sensitive bud with the wet muscle.
bringing one of his hands down from your leg, watching how your pussy reacts as he rubs small circles on your clit.
You watch as he gathers some spit in his mouth, spitting right on your aching clit.
âSo pretty,â He says quietly, mixing the spit with your juices leaking out, He pulls you even closer, hands tightening around your thighs, mouth closing around your pussy, making out with it messily.
âFuck..Jakeââ You cry out, gripping the sheets at your sides, He looks up, watching the way your breasts move with each movement, making his cock throb in his pants even more.Â
He gives your hole a teasing lick, before plunging his tounge in, greedily fucking it in and out of you, he feels you clench around him. Burying his nose closer against your clit, applying the right pressure that has your hips bucking as you come on his face, you bite down on your lip, trying to conceal the moans leaving your mouth.
He greedily laps up everything you let out, your slick coats his chin, his mouth, the sheets beneath you, but he loves every second of it.Â
Your legs fall spread limply, he stands up, unbuttoning his shirt, and his pants, discarding his clothes like they're useless, which in this caseâthey are.
His eyes are trained on the reddish purple marks coating your inner thighs. âJake..â You breathe out, watching the thin silver chain glint under the dim light.
He pauses, looking at you curiously, âYou still have it?â you point to your neck, and his fingers touch the chain, âI never took it off baby.â
Your mind goes back to when you gave him that necklace, it was when you were pregnant, and you felt like you had to get him something for helping you out so much, even with the arrangement. He had told you he didn't need anything, but you insisted.
He shifts and your attention is immediately back on the present.Â
You watch him slide off his boxers, his cock springing out, hanging heavy, thick, veins prominent, similar to the ones coating his hands and forearms.
You let out a sound as your eyes lock on the bead of pre cum leaking out of his flushed pink tip. He leans down, lifting your hips to move you farther up the bed before climbing on top of you.
He strokes his cock, one, twice, the pre cum leaking down his length, Your hips buck up, chasing any form of friction you can.
âHm, youâre so cute when youâre all needy.â He chuckles, nudging your sensitive clit with his tip, smearing his precum.
âJake.â You meant for it to come out more firm, but it comes out with a whimper to it. âYou want me to stuff you full mama?â He coons, tone playful.
He slaps his dick down once on your puffy folds, before guiding his tip to your entrance. He barely pushes the head of his cock in before letting out a choked groan, âFuck, youâre tight.â He grunts, hands clasping around your hips, anchoring him.Â
âBreathe for me yeah?â He looks at your face, eyes leaving the delicious sight of you trying to adjust to his size.
You nod, attempting to ease yourself, he slides in some more, your pussy clamping around him tightly, he hisses at the feeling, so warm and wet.
âLoosen up for me mama..â He breathes out, thumb traveling down to apply pressure to your clit, he pushes in slowly, you moan when he bottoms out, his tip nudging that spongey spot inside you.Â
It takes everything in him to not come right now, like some fucking teenager.
âFuckâ youâre squeezing meââ He leans down, pressing a kiss to your jaw, before sliding out halfway, setting a slow pace that has his balls tightening.
His lips hover over yours as you both let out pleasureful sounds, âF-faster jake..â You manage to say,
âKnew you were greedyâ He smirks, before you can say anything back he crashes his lips onto yours, rolling his hips, thrusting in and out of you, his balls slapping against you at every thrust, the wet sounds filling the room are filthy.Â
Your tounges tangle together as he fucks into you, hitting a spot you could never reach with your own fingers.
His other hand comes up to pinch your nipple, earning a shocked gasp from you, You clench around him, hole fluttering, greedily taking his cock, he presses harder on your clit, pinches your nipple, you thrash against him, moaning into his mouth as you reach your second orgasm of the night.
But he doesn't stop, instead he wraps his hand around you pulling you up so you're sitting on his dick facing him, he cups your ass in his hands, grinding you on him, you're pulsing around him, your nerves on fire with every drag of your clit against him.
Youâre both slick with sweat, his hair sticking to his forehead, he's lost in the feeling of your pussy dragging on him, âYou gonna let me fill you up mama?â
He grips your ass harder, delivering a smack, you let out a high pitched sound at that, âGod, you would look so prettyââ
He lays you back down on your back, the vision already clear in his mind, youâbelly swollen, carrying another one of his children, breasts full, so sensitiveâ He'd take such good care of you, giving you everything you deserve and more.
âCan I breed this pretty pussy mama? stuff you full?â He fucks into you deeper, your legs lock around him in response, He lets out a sound almost a whimper, arms wrapping around you in a bear hug as his hips move frantically in and out of you, he can feel the pressure building, and by the way youâre fluttering around him again, he knows youâre close too.
âI love you babyâ fuck, I love you so much..â He groans into the crook of your neck, your hands claw at his back, grasping on his hair as he buries himself deep inside you, your pussy clamps tight, eyes rolling back as your juices leak out, his cum shoots into you, the warmness pooling in a way that has your legs shaking, He doesn't pull out all the way, but he fucks into you once more, hard, making sure none of his seed leaves your sweet hole.Â
You two stay like that, him inside you, hugging you with so much love it makes your heart flutter.
When he pulls out, he falls to your side, pulling you closely to him. You wrap your leg over his hip, and he nuzzles his face in between your breasts, causing a soft laugh to leave your lips.
âI love that sound,â he murmurs, âHm?â You ask curiously, He lifts his head looking at you with so much adoration âYour laugh.â He whispers, pressing a kiss to your neck before wrapping his hands around your body, embracing you, savoring this moment, because if he could, he'd stay here forever.Â
â Bonus â
Jake is half asleep below you, one hand draped on your belly, your 6 month old baby growing healthily inside of you.
You try not to wince at the fabric of your shirt rubbing against your very sore nipples, but you fail miserably.
âMmm..â He mumbles, feeling your body tense beside him, he opens his eyes slowly, looking up at you.
Worry flashes across his face at your pained state, he sits up immediately, "What's wrong? Are you okay mama?â His hand cups the side of your face, pressing his wrist to your forehead, checking your temperature
âTell me what you need? Water?â His eyebrows furrow together, he runs a hand through his hair, his body flexing at the movement, you can't help your eyes from dragging down his frame, his bare chest, and his loose hanging sweatpants with no boxers underneath.Â
You tug at your shirt, âThey hurt Jakeââ You breath out, realisation flashes across his face, his eyes falling to your pebbled nipples poking through your shirt.
âAh..I see,â He swallows, before moving to lift your shirt over your head, the fabric dragging along your breasts making you wince.
He tosses the shirt on the bed, memorized with how full your breasts are, how hard your nipples get, he cant help himself when his hands come up, weighing them.
âFuckâyouâre so beautiful,â His fingers graze over your nipples, making the already damp spot in your panties grow, You whimper at the touch âSo sensitive baby..â He dips his head, tongue grazing lightly over the peak.
You let out a sharp moan at the feeling, the pleasure overtaking you. He watches your face, his tongue flicking over the bud before lifting his fingers, he presses them on your lip, your mouth opening on instinct, you wrap your lips around his fingers, wetting them, he pulls them out, circling your other nipple with them, spreading your saliva on it.
âSo warm, and soft..â He massages one with his hand, it helps ease the tension, making your body relax more into his touch, he presses his nose against your breast gently, your warm skin making the bulge in his sweatpants strain even more.
His hand inches down, past your belly, dipping between your spread thighs, His mouth freezes over your nipple at the wetness already soaked through your loose shorts.
âShit, youâre drippingââ He moves the shorts to the side along with your underwear, dragging two fingers through your wetness, making a soft gasp leave your lips
âMâ gonna make you feel goodâ He whispers, before both of his fingers slip inside of you, curling immediately.
The sounds coming from between your legs are so lewd, wet squelching every time he takes his fingers out, just to shove them back in, his palm grinding against your swollen clit as he hits that spongey spot deep inside you.
âJakeâah..â You breath out, hands lifting to grasp his veiny arm, it's all so sudden, the way you clamp down on his fingers, the juices that flood out of your pussy soaking the sheets, He drags his fingers out, rubbing your sensitive clit with the two, spreading your slick all over.
âGodâ youâre pretty when you come on my fingers like that..â He brings the two digits to his mouth, sucking them clean, eyes not leaving yours, your mouth hangs open as he does so.
He glances down at your lips, plump from the biting youâve been doing, before closing the distance, letting you taste your musky sweetness on his tongue that he loves so much.
You don't register it, but his hand inches back down your body, rubbing your pussy slowly, before he shoves three digits inside of you, your nails dig into his forearm at the stretch, gasping into his mouth
âOh my goshââ You moan out, his fingers repeating the curling motion, âShh.. let me make you feel good.â He whispers, repeatedly hitting that sweet spot inside of you just right, his tongue flicks just under your ear, spiking your sensitivity even more.
A warm gush of liquid coats his hand, your eyes flutter shut as you squirt on his fingers, soaking the sheets beneath you even more.
He curls his fingers deeper, letting as much as he can seep out, the wetness coating your inner thighs gradually. He kisses your lips once more, before pulling his fingers out slowly, admiring the way they shine under the faint morning sunlight. His palm slaps against your sensitive pussy lightly in a teasing manner.
"I'm going to get the bath ready, we still have some time before I take Lay to school.â he kisses your cheek softly, standing up, bulge evidently clear in his sweatpants. âBut what aboutââ
âMama, I said to let me make you feel good, we can worry about this later, Okay?â He walks around the bed, opening the door to your shared bathroom.
Jake insisted on you relaxing in the bath, while he gently rubbed your skin with your vanilla soap, but you had other plans, sneakily reaching behind you to stroke his aching cock until the only thing he could focus on was how good your hand felt around him while moaning softly into your neck.
After the bath he helped you get dressed, helped you down the stairs, making sure to set up the pillows so you were well supported before waking Layla up.
Once she was all dressed for school, her 2nd week of being a Kindergartner, she came running up to you, careful to not press against your baby bump.
âMommy!â She smiles, you look at Jake's attempt of pigtails before chuckling, Layla reaches her small hand out, touching your stomach gently, as if she was petting a small puppy.
âYou look pretty Lay,â She giggles, Jake walks back over, bowl of strawberries in hand with nutella drizzled on top, a craving he knows you love.
He presses a light kiss to your forehead before handing Layla her sparkly pink backpack. âReady princess?â He asks, looking down at Layla, she nods, skipping past him, you and Jake both laugh at her eagerness.Â
âIll be back in a bitâ he says, pressing another kiss, this time to your covered baby bump, you can't help the blush that coats your face as he gives you that boyish smile.
Even when they both leave, shutting the door behind him, the warmness stays in your heart, Because this is even better than your dreams.Â
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Yeah so I need Jake asap.
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A LITTLE CLOSE THIS TIME [ÂŻâ°] ě´íŹěš/EVAN
film featuresâŚâŚ.bsf!Heeseung & bsf!freader
film containsâŚâŚ.You are doing skin care for your best friend by sitting on his lap as usual, while he is gaming, but accidentally grind on him, ending up with his cock inside you
film caution âŚâŚ.MINORS DO NOT INTERACT Unprotected sex(donât do it) dry humping, making out/ kissing, grinding, fingering, edging, nipple play, talking abt fem!reader body parts, neck kisses, nipping the neck, spanking, usage of the word ass, clit play?, mentions of nick names like baby and etc, riding, tell me if anything more should be mentioned.
film lengthâŚâŚâŚ5.2min(5.2k)
film keeper whispers âŚâŚâŚ.This is my first ever time publishing fic, Iâm learning to write since I imagine a lot, I want to get it into words and now I got an idea for this with the help of Pinterest đŞ. I tried my best, and slowly Iâm gonna start my oneshot, idk how long itâs gonna be đ¤ˇââď¸. If any mistakes, let me know. Please request if u want anything. I will try my best to write butIâm a slow writer đ˘. Would love moots, reblogs and likes âĽď¸ (part two)
film melody playingâŚâŚâŚ.. into you- ariana grande
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The chaotic bursts of neon light from the monitors washes over the room, casting long, jagged shadows against the walls of Heeseungâs room.
The room smells of expensive cologne, ozone from the humming PC, carrying the faint and sterile scent of rosewater and gentle soap in the air.Â
You are seated on Heeseungâs lap, straddling his hips, knees around them, on his chair, facing him in a position that the friction of your thighs against his joggerâs canât be ignored.
Heeseung is fully concentrating on his game for now.Â
His eyes are sharp, darting to every move in the game, playing it very carefully though you are quite a distraction to him.Â
The headset he has on is filled with sounds of explosions and gunshots, and he pushes one piece of the headset aside so he can hear you.
You hold a small glass jar aloe vera gel, the product cool and smooth between your fingertips.
Youâve been massaging it on his face for the past ten minutes or maybe you just use it as an excuse to stay on his lap longer.Â
But then still, you donât care about the game he was playing, you just wanted to end the âwashing face with whatever soap is there in the showerâ routine for him, so he can get good and fresh skin.
âStop moving idiotâ you murmur, voice soft but firm and commanding him a little because he keeps on moving.
You can feel the heat radiating from him as you blend the cream on his face in small upwards circles.
His jaw is clenched, trying his best not to feel you and your stupid tactics as a distraction, which you are sitting innocently on his lap like you don't understand whatâs wrong in doing this.
âIâm in an important fight, Y/Nâ he grunts, though thereâs no real anger behind his voice.
âIf I lose this round, Iâm gonna blame you and your so-called skincare routineâ he adds, mocking lightly.
âUhh, my skincare routine is obviously way better than whatever you do in the stupid shower,â you retort, sliding your fingers on his temple now.
âNo soap is gonna clean your face like my skincare does, your skin feel shit, and itâs screaming for help, so think of this as an upgrade for your faceâ
He lets out a laugh, his eyes fixed towards the screen. âSure,â he says as if itâs nothing, âMy skin has a mouth and itâs screamingâ.Â
You roll your eyes at that, moving a little back so you can look at him even though he doesnât.
âJust because it doesnât have a loud, cocky mouth like you, doesnât mean it doesnât exist,â you shoot back.Â
âAnd for your kind information,â you continue, leaning closer to his face again, to spread the gel on his face, âYouâre skin is so dehydrated, maybe it looks fine, but it really isnât, so be gratefulâ
âI should beâ What? grateful? Why? And what? I have a cocky mouth?â he splutters, turning towards you showing an exaggerated, horrified expression which was totally just acting.
"First place, I donât even care about my skin, Second, you should be grateful that Iâm letting you do this while Iâm literally in the middle of a serious fight, Thirdââ
âHey, dont move!,â you interrupt, pushing back his face towards the screen.
âI canât do it properly, if you keep movingâ you add and he becomes quiet and goes back to playing his game very seriously.
You slowly get even more closer to his face.Â
For real, youâve done this almost a hundred times before, sitting on his lap touching his face and all stuff, but today something in the air feels different.
For the first time the closeness doesnât feel normal.
It feels dangerous, surreal and maybe something new.
Every time he breathes near you, every time his chest brushes against yours, you feel your pulse raise.Â
You try to ignore it, focusing your attention back to what you are doing, but it only makes it worse, because now, youâre actually looking at him.Â
The sharp line of his nose, the long lashes that fall against his skin, the bambi-like looking eyes, and then your gaze drops downâ unintentionally.Â
You blink, realizing you are staring at him, you shake your head slightly to clear it, pushing those sudden, distracting thoughts away as quickly as they come.Â
You don't want to be caught by him, which will only make it more embarrassing.
You quickly turn back to your workâ properly this time.Â
So, you shift your weight, moving closer to him, trying to adjust the position so reaching the bridge of his nose would be easier.
As you move, your thighs slide against his joggers, hips very slightly against each other, the friction sending a sudden spark through your body, but you push it away.Â
It was just a small moment for you, which you just want to ignore, but it sent a shudder through Heeseungâs body which you didnât know.
âFuckââ Heeseung groans, throwing his head back against the chair, his adamâs apple bobbing up and down, suddenly gripping your hip with one hand so tightly as you freeze at the pressure.
âDonâtâDonât fucking do that, Iâm trying my best to concentrate, babyâ he forces out softly, the words tight as he grits his teeth.
You donât understand what happened.
One second, youâre applying the gel on his face, moving closer to reach his noseâand the next, he throws his head against the chair and itâs pissing you since you already told him to not move.
âI said to not move, Heeseung!! And seriously, itâs not my mistake that you canât concentrate on your gameâ you say, a hint of irritation slipping through your voice.
You donât understand what is wrong or what is his problem, even though it was quite obvious you couldnât figure it out, so you just get back to working on his face.Â
You shift your weight again, trying to adjust your position to get a better angle on his face, slightly moving left.Â
This movement causes your leggings to unintentionally rub your thigh against his growing hardness.
âBaby, fuckââ he rasps, as his other hand also leaves keyboard to grab the other side of your hip and holds you so tightly with both of the hands that you were sure it will leave few bruises by tomorrow.Â
His head abruptly falls on your shoulder as the room fills with the loud harsh blares from the monitor which indicates he lost the game but you didnât know it.
âHeeseung what theââ before you could even scold him, you gasp from him pulling you down, pressing you against him in a way that you can feel his big bulge on your core.Â
âHeeseungâŚ.â you whisper, your voice trembling.
âDonâtâfucking donât,â he starts, speaking as his head is still on your shoulder, you hear it in his voice, how he is trying his all best to control himself.Â
âDonât tell me stop when all I was doing was sitting hereâŚ.trying my all best to control myself, while here you are sitting on my fucking lap, moving how ever you wantâŚâŚ. God! Y/N youâve been killing me here, I canât stop anymoreââ
He stops talking, lifting his head from your shoulder before capturing your lips in a searing, aching, desperate kiss, hands moving from your hips to your waist, gripping it so tightly it knocks the air out of your lungs.
He kisses you rough, like gentleness isnât even an option right now, like heâs done holding back, done pretending this doesnât mean anything as the gel smears on your face from his face.
All the years of your friendship, when he did his best to hold back, but now heâs done.
For a second you forget how to breathe, the intensity, the desperation and the desire from his mouth against yours, knocking the thoughts out of your brain.
You donât even process the fact that HE, HE, your best friend is kissing you right now. Never in a million years did you think this out of all would happenâa lie you had a lot of sex dreams with him cuz he was too hot, andâŚâŚ..never mind.
You are still trying to process this when the grip on your waist tightens to pull you out of your thoughts.
The jar slips from your hand, shattering into pieces, and gel spreads everywhere on the floor, but you donât even notice it.Â
You melt against him, your hand slowly moving from his shoulder to the nape of his neck, fingers curling tightly in the hair as you pull him closer and kiss him back with the same desire, desperation and intensity.
He lets out a low deep growl, something filled with satisfaction like he knew you would kiss him without holding back.
It vibrates through your whole body, slowly heat starts coiling up in your lower belly more than what you felt a while ago.
You start feeling needy and want him more than you ever did.
But then he pulls back, forehead against yours, his breath hot, and his lips swollen from the hard rough kiss.
âTell me to stopââ he whispers against your mouth in a low hoarse, octave voice which sends a shiver through your body.
You shake your head instantly before he can even finish.
âNo,â you whisper, the word barely leaving your throat. âDonât. Please donât âÂ
You roll your hips against his voluntarily.Â
You need more.
You need the friction to not be a tease and start being the truth. The reality.
âFuckââ Heeseung hisses the moment he hears the deny and feels the roll of your hips directly against his bulge.
This time youâve done it on purpose, you need more and you are clearly showing it.
He roughly grabs your jaw,tilting your head back, and crashing his lips on to yours again.
This time itâs all tongue and teeth, he doesnât ask for permission, he claims it like itâs his.
You gasp into the kiss, this was more aggressive and desperate han before.
He takes his chance to enter his tongue into your mouth when you gasp.
His tongue plunges into your mouth, taking in your whispers and every inch of your mouth, he doesnât waste a single single second.
His palm is hot.
He moves his hand from your waist to your hips as they slowly slip under your long hoodie or probably his which you wear all the time.
His hands move on your lower back, pulling you closer that there isnât a millimetre also left between you both.
He breaks the kiss to move lower, his lips dragging along your jaw, sucking gently, before moving down to the column of your throat.
You tilt your head back without thinking, giving him more, your fingers going to his shoulders to hold tightly as his kisses grow firmer, more lingering.
âHeeâŚ.mmâŚ.HeeâŚâ your breath stutters, his name coming from your mouth like a chant, unsteady whispers, which you canât hold back anymore.Â
His hand moves down to your ass, giving it a firm squeeze before delivering a spank.
His palm against your ass made you leave out a loud gasp, your back arching slightly.
He doesnât pull away, he soothes it down slowly, in a way it makes your toe curl.Â
The literal sensation sends sparks right over to your core, making you clench a round nothing.
He starts placing open mouthed kisses near your collarbone and neck, his breath hot and damp, leaving the warmth of his mouth behind.
He moves below your ear, instantly financing your sweet spot and nips your skin lightly.
You let out a sharp cry, breathing unsteadily.
The moment you let it out, he leans in again, nipping it harder than before, sucking a dark, purple mark, visibly claiming you.
He follows down to your collarbone, nipping wherever he finds your sweet spots to let out those sweet little sounds that feel like music to his ears.
You donât stop, you keep whimpering his name, gasping when his tongue darts out to lick gently after nipping on your sweet spots.
You are drenched.Â
Your panties are suffocatingly tight because of the silk clinging to your folds as you leak for him.
You need him.
You need to feel full.
You were sure it is making it hard to even take in air properly just because of his hot kisses on your body.
One of his hands tugs the hem of your hoodie, asking you permission if he was allowed to remove it while he was still busy marking you up.
âYes! Pleaseâremove itâ you please, your voice cracking a little bit.
He doesnât even take a second to tug it off, the moment you accept it, in one fluid motion he pulls it off you.
For a second he freezes.
You arenât wearing a bra, the cool air hitting your bare skin, making your nipples harden and maybe you werenât even sure if it was air or his gaze all over your body making you turn again and again and againâŚ..
You arenât wearing anything else except the black lace of your panties peeking out of your tiny shorts you wore.
âFuck babyââ he growls, his eyeâs darkening, pupils expanding until his hazel is almost entirely black.
He looks at you like youâre both sin and miracle given to him at once.
âThis is what you have been gatekeeping from me, huh?â he asks, his hands moving to cup the underside of your breast, lifting them up slightly, as his thumb slightly grazes over the peck.
 You whimper, throwing your head back at that little touch surge of pleasure shoots to your core.
âThis tiny waist,â his hands moving to the mid section, squeezing the softness there, devouring your body with his eyes.
âThese wide, beautiful hips,â his finger moving on the waistband, pulling the elastic tight.
He bends a little, pressing a hot, lingering kiss right above the fabric of your panties, his lips grazing the skin of your hip.
The sensation sends a jolt through your body, sending shivers as your legs shake.
âIncluding the ass youâve been teasing me with for years,â he said his voice filled with lust and love, and then he looks at you, how you look wrecked just for his touch.
He spanks you again, harder and more firm this time.
You cry out, a sound filled with shock, pleasure and pain, but please wins it all for now.
You thought he would probably soothe it again but no, it was paining harder but he made no movement to touch or soothe it, just casually leans back on to the chair.
He just lets it linger there, making it a reminder for you.
To remind you, who you actually belong to though he hasnât fucked the shit out you yet.
Now his gaze isnât on your face, it moves lower.
Your neck. No
Your collarbone. No
Your Shoulders. No
Just shamelessly, directly looking at your breasts with a hungry gaze, something you wanted to see all along.
âAnd finallyâŚâŚthese beautiful, big boobsâ he whispers.
He bends down, his lips hovering right over your breast, his hot breath teasing your nipples.
And then he pecks itâŚ..to just tease you more.
The moment his hot breath was on your nipple.
Just his hot breath.Â
Hot.
Breath.
You found yourself getting hungrier for him, you didnât want him to tease you, you needed him, right then and there.
He knew it, he knew how you felt, how you are breathing, how you need him, but wonât give you what you want right now.
âHee pleaseââ you grind on him again but he holds back your hips making you stop, before you please again or tell him how badly you need him.
Then he starts sucking it, like he canât hold back anymore, like this was the last thing left on the earth, maybe even like he was thirsty for them.
He wants to tease you, but couldn't hold himself back from you either, that grinding, those pleas from your mouth, made him rethink his decision from teasing you.
You could hear his sucking sounds, wet and vulgar, because of the wetness of his saliva spreading on to your nipples.
Your back arches, your hands instinctively find his hair, gripping it tightly.
He groans at the tight pull of his hair, making him harder underneath.
He sucks on your nipples, tongue circling around the peck, and tugging it slightly before sucking it again, doing the same thing over and over again, while his other hand finds your breast, squeezing, kneading it and rolling your nipple in between his fingers.
You moan, loud, honest, no stopping.
The pleasure was too good.
Your hips start bucking instantly against his bulge again, rolling your hips harder than before, grinding more.
He notices it as he pulls back from sucking with a wet plop.
âEager now baby?â He teases, his voice dropping low.
You nod, hips moving harder, searching for friction.
For a second he thought to let you do something at least for yourself or not stopping you like he was before but no, straight away his hands move to your hips stopping you right when you thought it was getting better.
Then he bends down and moves to the other breast without a word to you, giving it the same attention as before, while his other hand was on the breast which was wet from his saliva, but still playing with it, satisfying you with his hand.
It was good, undeniably you like you, but the fact that your pussy was throbbing to be filled was not ignorable.Â
You didn't want to wait.Â
âHeeâŚ.pleaseâŚplease..I need you so badâahhâ you let out a sharp cry as he bites down your nipples, his hands lowering, across your thighs and rids your shorts from your legs without asking you.
âNeedy baby?â He asks as he pulls back, like knew nothing.
âHeeâahhhâ you moan when his fingers touch the wetness of your pussy just through the lace black panties.
âSo wet for me babyâ he coos as he feels the moisture soaking through the lace.
He finally strips them away also, leaving you bare on his lap, pressing against him.
The contact is sharp, as now you are directly pressing against the rough fabric over his bulge.
He finds his way to your clit, pressing on the swollen bud right away, rubbing it in circles with no patience, but with punishing pressure that makes your vision blur.
Your mouth opens, letting out sharp breaths, eyes shut, finally getting whatever youâve been longing for, you instinctively bite down on your lips as choked sobs and moans come out of your throat.
âNo baby, donât bite your lip, donât stop, moan for me, darlingâ he says softly, before pushing 2 fingers into your soaking warmth at once.
You scream from the sudden push, it wasnât warned, it was too sudden.
He starts pushing deeper into your spongy walls, as your walls clench around his fingers, he groans in your neck, his fingers curling in spots making you moan and vision blur from the pleasure.
âFuck baby, thats it, take my fingers like a good girlâ he finally adds the third finger, stretching you apart as you wail, and then heeseung leans to kiss you again, tongue entering your mouth directly, taking in all your sounds while pumping his fingers in and out, while his thumb presses and circles on your bud.
He moves faster, pulling away from the kiss, gripping your hips tightly while pumping his fingers faster, your hands move to his shoulders tightening as you squeeze your eyes shut tightly, while whimpering and gasping, leaving out breathy huffs.
As you feel your orgasm building, tightening low in your belly, just the tension in your thighs becomes unbearable.
âHeeâ Iâmââ before could even finish your sentence, he pulled out his fingers, just only the pad of his thumb pressing over your swollen clit, trapping the pleasure before it could explode.
Your eyes open wide, blown in shock as a moan of frustration screeches from your throat at the literal loss of his fingers inside.
âHee, whyââ you gasp, hips bucking instinctively towards his hand wanting more.
âMmmâ he just hums, looking down at your pussy while circling your clit, rubbing it in small circles but never quite providing the friction you need to tip over the edge.
âHee, please!â you whine, trying to grind his hand, but he holds your hip tight enough to not let you move, he is still looking at your pussy, but then finally looks up.
Eyes dark with lust, his smoldering gaze at you making you pause for a second before he says âplease, what?â in a low octave, his voice sounding husky.
âI-I need to come,â you wail, grinding on his bulge over his rough fabric making you want more, in fact youâve never felt this needy.
Him edging you just made it worse, you couldn't take the teasing now, you need him and you won't stop asking for it.
âplease hee please I need you, I want you so badly. I canât take it anymore!!â you beg.Â
He chuckles, a dark, hungry sound.
He doesn't put his fingers back in you or do anything you asked for.
Instead, he starts to kiss you, deep, demanding kisses that taste of mint and desperation.
The intensity of the kiss swallows you while leaving you breathless and your hands move to his head, running your hands through his long, lustrous black hair.
His tongue slides against yours, sucking and swirling desperately while sliding down his joggers and boxer to pull his cock out.
He pulls away from the kiss, pulling your head back away from his.
You look down into his hands and the moment you saw it, you were starstuck.
He is big.
Not big like you think, very big in a way you weren't sure if you could even take him.
It was shocking.
You knew this was coming, when you guys crossed your lines today but god he is just so big.
His cock is big, fucking standing straight, curling a little but still so so straight in way you never stood in your whole life, wow, it is hot and swollen, throbbing as the tip is in a beautifully pink color, glistening with precum as he held the shaft in his hand.
You are staring at it shamelessly, because who wouldn't look at something so beautiful and gorgeous.Â
âLike what you see baby?â he asks, when he caught you staring at his cock.
You snap out of your thoughts, raising your head up, eyes locking on to his eyes, as your cheeks burn from embarrassment.
âWant it inside you baby?â he questions as he feels your arousal just by looking at you face.
You nod slightly and that's what it takes before he jerks it on your pussy once, slapping his cock against it a few times, spreading his precum all over.
An unfiltered screech comes out of your throat, showing how needy you are when he slaps the tip on your pussy.
You move a little, rubbing it a little on his cock, whimpering a little.
âYou want it so bad right? Youâll get it babyâ he doesn't wait another second.
 He grips your waist and heaves you upward and then slams you down on to his cock.
Your hands find their way to his shoulders as you scream into the crook of his neck when he buries himself, all the way to the hilt inside you in one fluid, powerful motion.
The fullness is overwhelming, a blunt pressure that hits your cervix and sends ripples of pleasure radiating through your entire lower body.Â
The sensation is overwhelming, the feeling of being completely filled, the stretch of your pussy, the sudden, intense heat of him deep within your pussy.
You feel your internal muscles spasm around him, clamping down tight, clenching it so tight which makes Heeseung leave a raw guttural growl out feeling you all around him.
His cock twitches inside you, showing how badly he needed this.
âBabyâfuck, so tightâŚyou feel so good babyâ he says, his hands sliding down to your ass gripping.Â
You stay still for a moment, both of you catching your breath, the only sound the heavy thrum of the PC fans and your synchronized gasping.
The gaming chair creaks as you begin to move, tentatively at first, lifting your hips a few inches and then sliding back down.
You only lift an inch before slamming back down, the impact making the gaming chair rock precariously.Â
The feeling of him filling inside you was so so good, that you didn't care about anyone hearing your moans, as your moans echo all through the room.Â
Your grip on his shoulder tightens as the pleasure of him being inside you, stretching you apart with his cock was the best feeling you ever felt.
The squelching and wet sounds of your pussy moving on his cock, taking him all the way down to his shaft, then moving back halfway, and falling back down, with your moans and Heeseungâs groans fill you the room.
The sounds are lewd, obscene or even pornographic, it didn't feel real.
You riding your best friend's cock feels like a dreaming true.Â
You slowly find your rhythm, more confident, more desperate.
Your mouth falls agape, moaning loudly every time you ride him, head falls back as the tip hits that spot that makes you see stars, your breasts bounce with every downward thrust, your hardened nipples scrape against his shirt every time.
âYes, just like that babyâ he groans as his head hits the chair, while he grips your ass and starts lifting you higher so he can move deeper.Â
You are desperate now, the need for release overriding everything.
The friction against your clit is intense, a searing heat that builds with every slide.
You lean forward, your hair falling over your face, your mouth finding his again.
The kiss is sloppy, desperate, the sound of your tongues clashing mixing with the wet slaps of your bodies.Â
Tentatively, Heeseung also starts moving his hips up, thrusting upward slowly, testing the waters to see how it would be.
And fuck it, it was so so so good.
âAhhâ you moan as the tip of his cock hits deeper in your pussy, as your walls clench around him in pleasure.
You scream into his mouth, it is so intense, your pussy takes him all the way on to his shaft.
You keep riding him until you feel that low tingling feeling in your lower stomach.
You are about to come, you needed it any minute now.
You are moving faster, breath uneven, shamelessly moaning so loudly, you are sure your neighbours could hear it but you couldn't care less.
âNgh heeeâ you wail, you dont know if its pain or pleasure or all together but it was good and stretching you apart and finally you are about to come.
âHeeâhee i-m im coming!!â you choke out, the orgasm is about to come as he moves his hips faster, thrusting harder.
âYes baby, yes, come for me, come on my cock babyâ he says, holding your hips, gripping it so hard, it could leave red marks on it and speeding up the movements, slamming you down onto his cock, taking control.
âAhhâmm yess, yess im coming!!â you throw your head back, a loud, uncontrolled cry escaping your lips as waves of pleasure crash over you, leaving you breathless and shaking.
Heeseung doesnt stop, he fucks you through it, chasing his orgasm.Â
âHeeââ you scream so loudly, it was too much, you are overstimulating, you coat his cok, milking it all the way.
âI-i cant..too muchââ
âYess, you can, you can for me babyâ his movements becoming faster, more erratic. He's grunting now, the sounds guttural and raw.
He lifts you slightly and then slams you down, the leather of the chair creaking loudly under the strain.
The sound of your pussy engulfing him is a wet, rhythmic squelch, the air being pushed out of your orifice in small, needy puffs.Â
âIm-im coming babyâ he moves faster again and again.
âIm gonna fill you up, youâre gonna take me like a good girl and fill you up right?â he says as he looks at you and captures your lips into kiss again.
You feel him tense, his entire body turning to stone beneath you.
With one final, deep thrust that feels like it reaches your very soul, he lets out a loud, guttural roar, his entire body tensing.
He gives one final, massive thrust, burying himself as deep as possible as you feel the hot, pulsing jets of his cum hitting your cervix, filling you up, the liquid warmth spreading through your internals.
âFuckâtake it babyâÂ
You moan as he fills you up, while he grunts and finally comes undone inside you which felt so so so good.
As the intensity fades, he doesn't move.
He keeps you pressed against him, his heart hammering against your ribs.
You can feel his cock slowly softening inside you, though he remains deep within. A small amount of semen and lubricant leaks from the junction of your bodies, dripping onto the black leather of the chair with a soft patter.Â
âThat wasâsoo goodâ you whisper to him.
He smiles, that goddamn smile that melts you right away, probably even your bones.
He pushes a wet hair stand behind your hair as he finally speaks.
âVery good. Are you happy?â he asks and that genuinely made you feel happy that he was asking your opinion.Â
You nod, you look wrecked so did he, both of you breathing heavily, faces flushed.
âAre you ok?â he asks you sweetly after showing his dark side which you loved and so did you like that gentleness in his which made your heart filp and beat faster.
You blush as you nod and hide your face in the crook of his neck.
âDont hide babyâ he pulls you back cupping your face.Â
âMmâ you whine sweetly.
He kisses your forehead gently.
"So," he says, a small, tired smile playing on his lips. "I think I lost that match."
You let out a soft laugh, leaning your head against his shoulder.
"Worth it?"
"The best loss of my life," he whispers, kissing your temple.Â
Heeseug twitches inside you, making you whimper.
âYouâre still inside me heeâ you say to him as it hurts a little but don't bother but it's still sticky and messy altogether.Â
But then he shrugs it off as if it's nothing, you frown and ask him âwhat?â and try to pull away.
He doesn't let you, he slams you back down as you scream and squeal from shock.
âHeeââ then while you are still inside him, he abruptly stands up, while still holding you tightly around your waist and still inside you.
âReady for round 2 baby?â he asks as you widen your eyes in shock while his cock gets stiff all the way till his shaft again.
âHee~â he crashes his lips on to yours slamming you onto the wall and starts moving inside you.
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