#yeah...become attracted to my coolness...

Y/N was in her room at her parents' house, packing her suitcase for the next three weeks. Nothing was left to chance. Dresses, skirts, shorts, and swimsuits filled her luggage. A knock came at the door, and being alone in the house, she went downstairs to answer. A smile stretched her lips when she saw Heeseung standing there.

"Hee?"

"Hey, Y/N. Can I come in?"

She nodded and stepped aside to let him in, Heeseung kissing her cheeks as he passed. They went to the living room where a fan circulated some cool air in the summer heat. Y/N went to get two glasses of fresh lemonade, handing one to her friend.

"What are you doing here? Don't tell me you're not coming anymore!"

"Nothing could make me miss our annual vacation," he assured, rolling his eyes. "No, I wanted to ask you a favor."

"Of course."

Heeseung seemed to hesitate, scratching the back of his neck with one hand as he bit his lower lip. He set his glass on the coffee table, turning fully toward her and playing with the rings on his fingers.

"The whole group is coming for vacation this year, right?"

"Everyone, yes. And Sunoo and Jungwon are bringing their girlfriends."

"Yeah… That also means Stella and Soo-yun will be there, right?"

Y/N nodded without a word, not seeing where he was going with this. Heeseung sighed, running a hand through his hair. "It's no secret. Stella likes me, and she's completely obsessed. But I've never behaved in a way that could suggest I was attracted to her. No matter what I do, she believes everything is because I like her."

"Yeah, she can be… Extreme." She grimaced, bringing her glass to her lips. It was true that Heeseung was very attractive, caring, and captain of the university basketball team. And Y/N would be lying if she hadn't felt attracted to him at some point during their years of friendship.

"Y/N, how long have you and I known each other?"

"Mmm…Since high school, almost five years. The current group formed around us."

"Exactly. And I would never ask you to do this for me if I didn't trust you, and you can say no if you're too uncomfortable."

"Heeseung, you're starting to scare me," she chuckled nervously. He took her hands in his, making her eyes widen.

"I want this vacation to go well. I want to be able to relax and have fun with my friends without having a leech stuck to me twenty-four seven."

"Stella?"

"Yes. This year has been crazy, and I need… I need this vacation to be my escape. But Stella will keep clinging to me as long as she sees I'm single."

"And…?"

"Will you be my fake girlfriend during this vacation so Stella stops clinging to me and flirting with me all the time ?" he blurted out in one breath.

Y/N stared at him with wide eyes, her mouth slightly open as she struggled to process what she'd just heard. Heeseung swallowed hard in the face of her silence, squeezing her hands in his. "You… You want us to pretend to be together?"

"I'd understand if you refuse, it's a completely crazy idea. And I don't want to make you uncomfortable or make our friendship awkward. But I… I thought maybe…"

"I understand," she assured. She looked down at their intertwined hands, biting her lip. Acting like a couple with Heeseung for nearly three weeks could be risky and bring up feelings she had buried for years. But his pleading bambi eyes were slowly breaking down her barriers. "Okay."

"What?"

"Okay. Let's be together."

A wide smile illuminated Heeseung's face as he threw his arms around her neck, making them collapse onto the couch where they were sitting. "Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!"

"Lee! You're crushing me!" she cried.

"You're the best!" he smiled, leaning on his arms.

"Have you at least thought about what we should do to be believable? Because I'll have you know that if Stella has to believe it, our friends do too." The young man grimaced, his brow furrowed. He hadn't thought about that possibility. "So we should set some ground rules," Y/N continued. "About what we're comfortable with or not."

"I'm comfortable with anything."

"Let me finish, you idiot! It means we have to act like a couple. We'll have to sleep in the same room, be physically close, give each other silly pet names, kiss…"

Heeseung's gaze flickered for a second to her lips, covered in clear gloss, and he suddenly became much more aware of her warm breath on his face, her hands pressed against his chest holding him there, and their proximity.

"I agree to everything," he declared, lifting his eyes back to hers.

"Okay," she breathed, nodding. "Let's just say we've been together for six months but kept it secret."

"Good idea. So starting tomorrow, I act like your boyfriend. Alright, baby?" Y/N blushed furiously, drawing a laugh from him that made her hit him. "You'll have to get used to it. You're not supposed to blush every time I call you that."

"Shut up, Lee ! Get out of my house and go pack!"

"Yes, ma'am." He planted a kiss on her cheek and got up, running out of her house shouting, "See you tomorrow, baby!"

The young woman buried her face in her hands, not knowing why she had agreed to this totally crazy plan. And her heart beat a little faster in her chest at the thought of having to play this act for three weeks with Heeseung.

The next morning, her friends showed up at her door. They were going in several cars, loaded to the brim with all the luggage. Y/N was loading the snack bags for the trip when an arm wrapped around her waist, making her jump.

"Hi, pretty." Heeseung was beside her, kissing her cheek. She turned toward him, the young man's hands settling on her hips.

"You scared me."

"Sorry, I should have announced my arrival by clearing my throat or stomping my feet."

She rolled her eyes as he brought his head close to hers, their lips brushing at first like a caress, Heeseung asking for her consent with a raised eyebrow. Y/N rose on her tiptoes to join their mouths in a tender kiss, their friends loudly choking behind them.

"What is happening?!" Jake exclaimed. They separated, the young woman catching her breath to keep a natural air while Heeseung smiled.

"We're together."

"WHAT?!"

"But since when?!"

"Six months."

"SIX MONTHS?!"

"Hyung, you snea !" Ni-ki cried, pointing a finger at him.

"We didn't say anything because we wanted to stay focused on the school year too," Heeseung explained. "But now that it's vacation, no need to hide anymore!" Y/N shot him a glance, impressed by his naturalness in front of their lie.

"I'm so happy for you!" Sunoo smiled, clasping his hands. "Another couple in the group!"

"Great," Sunghoon quipped. "Even more sickening public displays of affection." The singles in the group laughed under the exasperated looks of those in relationships.

"Alright, we should get going," Jungwon announced, checking his watch. "Stella and Soo-yun are meeting us there. They wanted to go buy some things they needed before leaving."

"Do they know the same stores are there too?" Jay quipped.

"More snacks for us!" Ni-ki exclaimed.

The young woman shook her head, amused, and detached herself from Heeseung to greet Aeri and Megan, Sunoo and Jungwon's girlfriends, for whom this was their first vacation with them. The two couples went in one car driven by Jay, while Y/N was with Jake, Sunghoon, Ni-ki, and Heeseung, who drove the second car.

The journey started well, but Y/N could feel the three passengers in the back were torturing themselves with questions about them. "Speak before I throw you overboard," she ordered.

"When exactly did you get together?"

"Have you slept together?!"

"Who else knows?"

She sighed, crossing her arms over her chest, already regretting letting them talk. Heeseung gave her an amused look before turning his attention back to the road. "We got together at Aeri's birthday party," she lied. 

"That's why you disappeared for almost an hour!" Jake exclaimed, pointing a finger at them.

Her cheeks warmed faintly at the memories of that night. Yes, they had slipped away for a while, and they ended up making out in a dark corner, kissing as if they weren't drunk at all. She saw Heeseung smirk at the corner of his lips, remembering the evening.

"I am not answering the second question, it's none of your business."

"Come on!"

"And no one else knows besides you."

"Actually, it doesn't surprise me that you and hyung are together, noona," the maknae declared. "He's been eyeing you for years."

Y/N turned her head toward her fake boyfriend to see him blush and shot a dark look at Ni-ki through the rearview mirror. "Ni-ki, shut up."

"What? It's the truth! You've been acting like a real boyfriend with her forever! You worry about her, you walk her home after classes, you take her to restaurants just 'because you felt like it' when they were clearly disguised dates! And you even mumble her name in your sleep!"

"I do not do that!" Heeseung protested, his cheeks crimson.

"Yes, you do," Sunghoon chuckled.

Heeseung insulted them, which made them laugh, threatening to kick their butts once they arrived, while Y/N continued to stare at him. It was true that Heeseung did all those things, but she had never paid much attention, believing he was just being nice to her. He glanced at her, finding her already looking at him.

From the outside, it might have seemed normal because that's what two people did before getting together. But the fact was, they weren't. Y/N turned her gaze to the scenery, a faint smile stretching her lips. The three idiots in the back eventually dozed off for the rest of the trip, giving them a bit of peace.

The two cars parked in the courtyard of her grandparents' villa, greeted by the salty sea air and the sun shining high in the sky. They got out of the vehicles, stretching their legs after the long journey. "It's beautiful !" Megan marveled.

"You'll see, we have the best vacations here!" Jake assured.

"I am never getting in a car with those four again!" Jay exclaimed, pointing at the two couples. 

"Over three hours of karaoke and dumb pet names that almost made me vomit more than once!"

The group laughed, starting to unload the cars while Y/N went to open the house. Her grandparents weren't there year-round since it was their vacation home, but it was maintained permanently by a housekeeper, so they had nothing to do upon arrival.

With the suitcases cluttering the entrance, Y/N gave the girls a tour of the house. The two floors had numerous bedrooms, bathrooms, a home theater, and a game room. The ground floor consisted of a kitchen open to the dining room and a large living room whose French doors led directly to the terrace and the pool with its translucent water.

"I propose we do our arrival plunge before settling in!" Sunghoon shouted, already running toward the terrace.

With joyful exclamations, they got rid of all electronic objects before jumping into the pool fully clothed, causing splashes. Their laughter echoed in the garden, the water at the perfect temperature to cool them off in the intense heat.

After splashing around for a while, they got out of the water and took off their soaked clothes, laying them out to dry on the lounge chairs, remaining in the swimsuits they had already put on before coming, knowing how the arrival plunge would drench them.

The sound of the doorbell rang, and Jay went to open it, returning with Stella and Soo-yun on his heels. "The girls are finally here!"

"You didn't even wait for us for the arrival plunge!" Soo-yun complained, tossing her sandals into the entryway.

"The water was too good to wait for your butts," Jake chuckled.

Heeseung appeared beside them, his torso still glistening with pool water droplets and his wet hair pushed back. Stella's face immediately lit up, stepping toward him with open arms as if to hug him.

"Seungie! I'm so happy to see you! I can't wait for us to spend this vacation together!" The young man gave a strained smile, merely patting her head to avoid hugging her.

"Now that everyone's here, we should pair up for the rooms," Jungwon suggested. "Megan and I will take a room together, same for Sunoo and Aeri."

"Jake and I are together!" Ni-ki announced, raising his hand.

"Why do I have to be with you?!"

"You want to be with Jay hyung?" Jake grimaced, and Jay didn't miss the chance to hit them. 

Stella fluttered her eyelashes at Heeseung, hands clasped. "Seungie! Do you want us to share a room?"

"Sorry, but I'm already with my girlfriend." 

She immediately lost her smile, a look of annoyance appearing on her face. "W-What? You have a girlfriend?"

Before he could answer, Y/N emerged from the kitchen where she was taking inventory of what they needed for their stay, but her grandparents had already taken care of everything.

"Okay! My grandparents stocked the pantry in advance for our vacation, so we won't starve," she declared, slipping an arm around Heeseung, who placed his across her shoulders.

"Tell grandpa and grandma I love them infinitely for feeding us so well," Sunghoon said.

She rolled her eyes, turning her head toward Stella, who was still staring at them, her eyes alternating between them and their linked arms. "Y/N is your girlfriend…?" she breathed, fists clenched at her sides.

Their friends exchanged looks, perfectly aware of Stella's excessive crush on Heeseung, while he nodded, tightening his grip on Y/N. "For six months, yeah. I've always had feelings for her, but I never had the courage to confess."

"That's because you're a coward," Y/N commented.

"Baby, I'm trying to be a man here!"

"Well, be a man and take our suitcases to my room."

"Yes, ma'am." He kissed her temple and grabbed their bags to go upstairs.

Y/N turned her attention back to Stella, whose cheeks were red, likely with anger. "From what I heard from the kitchen, the pairs are already set. That only leaves Jay with Sunghoon and you with Soo-yun. Unless you want to be with someone else."

"No, that's perfect," she said through gritted teeth.

"Great! Guys, you already know where the rooms are! I'll leave you to it, I'm joining Hee."

"Yes, boss!"

"Afterward, we can eat because I'm starving!" ask Ni-ki.

The young woman went up the stairs, feeling Stella's murderous glare on her back but ignoring it and heading to her room. Upon entering, Heeseung was lying on the bed, tapping on his phone. He turned his head toward her as she began unpacking their suitcases and putting clothes in the empty closet.

"You see what I would have had to endure if we hadn't made this plan?" he asked.

"Yes, I know. But why did you never tell her to her face that you weren't interested?"

"Baby, I've told her hundreds of times that I only see her as a friend, and I even tried the 'little sister' angle. But I get the feeling she turns a deaf ear and only hears what she prefers."

"Yeah, that sounds like her."

Y/N slid her empty suitcase under the bed and then tackled his. She lifted a pile of clothes in her arms, and a box slipped from the stack and fell at her feet. She stared at it, one eyebrow raised, while Heeseung's eyes widened, and he jumped off the bed.

"Why do you have a box of condoms in your suitcase?" she asked, holding back a smile.

"It's not what you think! I didn't put it there because I thought we'd sleep together! I would never do that, I would never make you uncomfortable like that! I know it's just fake, so I would never cross that line! It's just that this is my vacation suitcase, the only one I use whenever we come here, so it must be a box from last year! When we weren't together!" He crushed a pillow over his face, letting out a scream at the immense embarrassment he felt.

She snorted, picking up the box to toss it onto the bed. "Stop whining and put it in the nightstand."

Heeseung emerged from under the pillow to see her already moving on, putting away his things when he could have done it himself. He grabbed the box as if it were going to devour him and put it in the nightstand drawer. Y/N giggled at his embarrassment and left the room, a towel slung over her shoulder.

He collapsed onto the bed, his heart still racing, and ran a hand through his hair. The truth was, he had been crazy in love with Y/N for years. He wasn't lying when he said he'd never dared confess his feelings. Then their group expanded in university, and Stella with her obsessive crush became too much to handle. So yes, this fake relationship helped keep Stella away, but if this was the only time he could taste this small drop of happiness by being, even if falsely, Y/N's boyfriend, then he would take that chance.

Heeseung went back downstairs after regaining his composure and saw that the girls were preparing food while the guys set the table on the terrace. "Hyung, I thought I was going to die laughing when I saw Stella's face upon learning you and noona were together," Ni-ki giggled.

"I expected her to have a full-on meltdown," Jay said.

"Yeah, well, she'll have to get used to it. Y/N and I are together, I love her, and there's no way Stella continues playing this little game from now on."

"Ooh, so manly, hyung," Jungwon chuckled. He rolled his eyes as the girls returned carrying dishes.

Heeseung naturally sat next to Y/N and held back a sarcastic comment toward Stella, who sat on his other side, smiling. They began lunch, the canopy stretched over the terrace offering them shelter from the strong sun rays.

"So, what are you guys planning for this vacation?" Megan asked.

"Beach, pool, sunbathing during the day," Soo-yun listed. "Then restaurants and parties in the evening."

"Tuesdays are movie nights, and Fridays are game nights," Jake explained. "But it often ends in a fight because there are cheaters in the group."

"That's rich coming from you, hyung!"

"Jagiya, could you pass me some water, please?" Y/N requested.

"Sure, baby." Heeseung reached for the water pitcher and filled the young woman's glass and then his own. 

Stella saw a perfect opportunity to intervene and also lifted her glass. "Seungie! Could I have some too?"

"Yeah."

Instead of pouring it for her as she hoped, he placed the pitcher in front of her so she could do it herself, then turned back to Y/N, asking if the water was cool enough for her. The guys held back their laughter at Stella's stunned expression as she served herself the water and slammed the pitcher back down angrily.

After the meal, they digested a bit inside before settling around the pool. The guys were already in the water, tossing a ball around while the girls got comfortable on the lounge chairs.

"Hee! Did you put on sunscreen?" Heeseung shook his head, tossing the ball one last time, it bounced off Jay's head, before swimming to the edge. He hoisted himself onto the side, the muscles in his arms defined as water dripped down his body, and reached her in two strides.

Y/N averted her eyes from his muscular, tanned body, grabbing her tube of sunscreen to put a little into her hand. She rose on her tiptoes to spread the lotion on his face, working down his neck, the back of his neck, and the tops of his shoulders.

"Stop looking at me like that," she murmured as he didn't take his eyes off her.

"Like what?"

"I don't know… like you want me."

"Maybe I do." A smile stretched his lips when he saw her cheeks color, and not from the heat, as he placed his hands on her hips. Y/N finished applying the lotion, keeping her hands around his neck. "Are you coming for a swim?"

She nodded and took a step back to grab the hem of her cover-up, revealing the black bikini she wore underneath. Heeseung shamelessly took in her body before taking her hand in his and leading her to the deep end of the pool. They entered the cool water, which was refreshing against the afternoon heat.

Y/N wet her hair while Heeseung swam around her like a little fish. He surfaced right in front of her, stealing a kiss. "Think you're Nemo?"

"I'm way prettier than that fish, baby." She wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist as he slid his hands under her thighs to support her.

"So, how's the plan going so far?"

"I think we've pissed Stella off."

"No kidding. I feel like she wants to kill me every time she looks at me."

He chuckled, burying his face in the crook of her neck. Soon, the other girls joined them in the pool, and they all splashed around, the guys continuing their game of trying to keep the ball from touching the water.

Y/N was sitting on the pool's edge, leaning back on her hands, enjoying the sun's rays warming her skin. Heeseung was positioned between her partially submerged legs, his arms crossed over her thighs and his head resting on them.

"I'm scared to see what color you guys will dye your hair next," Megan sighed, worried about her boyfriend's hair.

"We should do a new color for the next semester!" Sunoo agreed.

"They'll show up with neon green, it'll be a war," Soo-yun laughed, perched on Jake's shoulders.

Heeseung looked up at Y/N, watching her. Her head was tilted slightly back, hair plastered to her skull from the water dripping down her body. He followed the path of a single droplet falling from a strand of hair, slowly trailing down her chest and into the valley between her breasts, sliding over her stomach, and disappearing under the seam of her bikini bottoms.

"Jagiya." He snapped out of his thoughts, realizing she'd called his name several times.

"Mmm?"

"What color are you going to do?"

"No idea. What would you want me to do?"

"That ash brown looks good on you," she smiled. She ran her fingers through his wet hair, brushing it away from his eyes as he closed them. "I liked when you had the red dye too. You were hot."

"And I'm not now?" he smirked.

"You're always hot, jagiya." That brought a faint blush to his cheeks. "But I love you with your natural dark hair too. And slightly undercut on the sides."

"Then I'll do that." Heeseung placed a kiss on her bare thigh, making her shiver.

"Noona! Black is boring and lame as a color!" Ni-ki protested.

Y/N splashed him, making him sputter. This first day of vacation came to an end, and they went to bed early, tired from the journey and swimming. Y/N and Heeseung found themselves in their room, getting ready for bed.

Given the heat, the bedroom windows remained open, and the young man wore only boxers under the thin sheet. He looked up from his phone when the bathroom door opened, and Y/N emerged wearing only a bralette and very short shorts. "It's so hot, I feel like the shower was pointless."

"Yeah…"

She climbed onto the bed, collapsing onto her pillow. With one leg under the sheet and one over, she hugged her pillow to her chest, her back to Heeseung. "Goodnight, Hee."

"Goodnight, baby." He leaned over to kiss her temple before turning off the light.

He lay on his back, crossing an arm behind his head as he waited for sleep to come. Y/N was already asleep, her breathing calm and steady. Heeseung turned his head toward her, gazing at her sleeping form. He didn't know how long he'd be able to keep up the act.

Y/N rolled over in her sleep, snuggling against him with her head on his shoulder and an arm across his chest. He didn't dare move, or even breathe, for fear she'd pull away. Heeseung gently wrapped an arm around her, pulling her close. He sighed contentedly, closed his eyes, and let sleep take him.

The next morning, only Y/N, Heeseung, and Stella weren't up yet while the others were having breakfast in the dining room. "You know, I'm glad hyung and noona are together," Jungwon declared.

"About time, since they've been circling each other for ages."

"But don't you think it's weird they made it official right when we left for vacation? They could have done it much earlier."

"Maybe they just wanted to keep it to themselves," Jay suggested. "Especially with Stella around."

"Yeah, but that's just it. Stella is always glued to Heeseung," Megan pointed out. "All the time. I'd understand if Heeseung wanted at least one vacation without that leech attached to him."

"So you think Heeseung and Y/N aren't really together and are just pretending?" Sunoo summarized. "Sorry, but they're way too convincing for it to be fake!"

They abruptly fell silent when Y/N arrived, giving them a little wave before heading into the kitchen. The sound of pots and pans covered their conversation, which they resumed.

"Maybe they just took a long time to tell us they were together because they were afraid of Stella's reaction," Aeri said. "She's the psycho type. No offense," she added to Soo-yun.

"None taken. But you're right. If Hee and Y/N are really together, then Stella will have to get used to it."

"But I thought she was your best friend? Don't you want her to be with the guy she likes?"

"Just because she's my best friend doesn't mean I have to agree with everything she does. She's been obsessed with Heeseung ever since she joined the group, and it's not healthy. And Heeseung has told her dozens of times he's not interested, but she doesn't listen. If he and Y/N are happy together, I'm not going to make comments in Stella's favor."

That was clear enough. Heeseung arrived next, sweatpants low on his hips as he yawned and rubbed his eyes, finding Y/N in the kitchen. They watched him wrap his arms around her, kissing her tenderly despite his sleepy eyes.

"Why weren't you there when I woke up?" he complained, nuzzling her hair.

"If you wanted me to make us food, I had to get up."

"I would have preferred you stayed in bed with me, baby." His stomach suddenly growled, and the young woman gave him a perplexed look, making him chuckle. "Alright, breakfast sounds good too."

"It's almost ready, go sit down."

He nodded, kissing her once more before leaving the kitchen. The group immediately stopped their spying and started talking about the beautiful weather. Y/N returned with their breakfasts, sitting on Heeseung's lap as he had scooted his chair back to make room for her.

A plate with scrambled eggs, two slices of bacon, and two pancakes with maple syrup for him. And a bowl of yogurt with oats, cut fruit, and a drizzle of honey for her. They started eating as discussions about the day's activities flowed.

Stella finally made her appearance toward the end of breakfast, styled as if she were heading to a fashion show. "Hell !"

"Hey."

"Yo."

"You didn't leave me anything to eat?" she asked, eyeing the table and empty plates.

"We all made our own thing since we eat differently," Aeri informed her. "But the fridge is full if you want to make something, unnie."

She frowned, expecting someone to have prepared something for her, but just grabbed a banana from the fruit basket and sat down. "Never mind, fruit is enough for me. Hi, Seungie!"

Across from her, Heeseung mumbled a "morning," busy stuffing himself with the breakfast Y/N had made.

"Good thing I didn't fall in love with you for your manners, or I'd be considered crazy," she commented, exasperated. Heeseung looked up at her, his bambi eyes staring at her as he had hamster cheeks full of food.

"What?"

She giggled at his innocent expression, finding him cute, and ran a hand through his hair while kissing his forehead. "Nothing, jagiya. Keep eating to get your strength up."

He nodded, grabbing the glass of orange juice she handed him to wash everything down. Sunghoon nodded toward Stella, and they could see she was about to crush her banana in two. Yes, this vacation was shaping up to be full of drama.

The days passed, and everyone enjoyed the sunny vacation, alternating between the beach and the pool. Lazy naps and trips into town. Heeseung and Y/N played the perfect, cute, clingy couple. And while it was driving Stella literally insane with rage every time she saw them, they themselves were starting to forget what was fake and what was real.

They enjoyed spending time together, acting like a real couple, sleeping in each other's arms and waking up beside each other. Heeseung felt like he was in a dream with the girl he'd wanted for years, and Y/N felt her old feelings rush back, reminding her why and how much she loved him.

And no matter what schemes Stella concocted to get closer to Heeseung, no matter how revealingly she dressed when they went out, no matter what she asked him to do with her, he only had eyes for Y/N. And her patience was wearing thin.

One morning, Heeseung woke up with his chest pressed against Y/N's back. Her ass rested directly against his already hard and aroused crotch. He bit his lip to keep quiet, unable to move away since she was using his right arm as a pillow.

He shifted his hips slightly to lessen the friction, but it only made things worse. And it intensified when Y/N moved right up against his erection. He gripped her hips to stop her, his breath heavy.

"Hee?" she whispered. 

"Sorry, baby. Just... don't move."

She could feel his hard erection pressed against her ass and turned her head over her shoulder, meeting his dark gaze. She rolled over to face him directly, gazing at him. Y/N slid a hand down his muscular torso, his abs clenching beneath her touch as she slipped her hand inside his boxers.

Heeseung let his forehead rest against hers, a groan escaping his lips. She touched him slowly, too slowly for his liking, before pulling his boxers all the way down. She wrapped her hand around him, running her thumb over the tip, which made him moan. "Fuck, baby… Don't tease me like that."

"Sorry," she giggled. He slid a hand behind her neck, pulling their heads closer and claiming her lips in a passionate kiss. Y/N continued to move her hands around him, alternating between quick and slow strokes, driving him wild. His moans were muffled by their kisses as he pushed her down beneath him. "Baby, please. I need to be inside you right now."

Breathing heavily, Y/N nodded and pulled off her pajama top, her bare chest facing his lustful eyes. Heeseung reached for a condom on the nightstand and slid it onto his sex.

"I knew they'd come in handy." She slapped him in the chest as he slid her panties down her legs. Heeseung lifted them, wrapped them around his waist, and positioned himself between her thighs. "Ready, baby?" 

"Fuck, yes, Hee."

She clung to his shoulders as he thrust into her with a single, powerful stroke, making them both moan in unison. Heeseung let his head fall back onto her shoulder, his hot breath crashing against her skin. He began slow, rhythmic movements that sent shivers through them both.

Y/N bit her lip to stifle sounds of pleasure, while Heeseung didn't. His moans echoed through the room, mingling with the young woman's gasps. He groaned as he traced one of her nipples with his tongue, Y/N tugging at his hair and moaning.

Stella was heading to Y/N and Heeseung's room, hoping to see the young man. She was still in her pajamas, a thin satin nightgown with a low neckline. As she approached the room, she could hear noises coming from it. Moans and groans that weren't being concealed as she stood in front of the door.

She began knocking on the door, obviously disturbing the couple inside. Heeseung had no intention of opening the door, continuing to pound into Y/N, who dug her nails into his back and made him dizzy, but the person outside wouldn't leave. Swearing loudly, he got out of bed, grabbed a towel, wrapped it around his waist, and went to open the door.

Stella stood in the doorway, an innocent smile on her face, fluttering her eyelashes at the sight of him. "Seungie! I was just about to make breakfast! Do you want to eat with me?"

Heeseung stared at her, his hair a mess and his chest rising and falling rapidly. "Are you fucking serious right now?"

"What…?"

"I'm literally having sex with my girlfriend. You can hear us fucking, and you still come and bother us knowing that! You have no shame!"

"But Seungie…"

"How many times and in what language do I have to tell you, Stella? I. DON’T. LOVE. YOU. I don't love you! I love Y/N! She's my girlfriend and the woman I've decided to spend my life with, so get out of this little fantasy you've created around me and let me fuck the love of my life in peace! FUCK!"

Heeseung slams the door in her face, ignoring her teary eyes, and throws the towel into the corner of the room to climb onto the bed. Y/N grabs his shoulders and pins him to the mattress, sliding down on top of him, bracing herself against his chest.

"Fuck, jagiya," she moans, clawing at his pecs. "You're so sexy when you're angry."

"Yeah? You like that, baby?" he grunts, digging his heels into the mattress to lift his hips in time with her. Y/N nods eagerly, no longer holding back her moans, and Heeseung snickers. "That's it, baby. Ride me like that, fucking ruin me."

They no longer care who might hear, years of frustration and pent-up feelings exploding in the act. Heeseung tightens her throat without cutting off the airflow, pressing his mouth against hers.

"Such a fucking good girl for me," he growls, sensing she's close to orgasm. "I love you. I've loved you for years."

"Fuck! I love you too, Hee. Oh yeah!"

Y/N trembles above him as her orgasm washes over her, triggering Heeseung's own. He groans as he cum into the condom, pulling her into his arms to hold her close. They catch their breath, letting the ecstasy subside slowly.

Heeseung places tender kisses on her temple as she nestles her face in the crook of his neck. "I was serious, you know. I really love you, Y/N. For years, but I never said anything because I didn't want to ruin our friendship. But I don't want to pretend I don't feel anything for you anymore when you're constantly on my mind. I don't want it to be fake anymore, I want it to be real. I want to be able to wake up next to you every morning and fall asleep with you in my arms every night. I want to love you, take you on dates, and take care of you."

"I love you too, Hee," she smiled, lifting her head to look at him. "From the beginning." He smiled, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, and kissed her tenderly.

After a refreshing shower to clean up, the couple got dressed and went downstairs to the living room, hand in hand. They were greeted by knowing smiles from their friends, with Jake and Sunghoon applauding loudly.

"We loved the performance."

"10 out of 10!"

"Where's Stella?" Heeseung asks, pulling Y/N onto his lap as he sits down in an armchair. 

"After you politely explained to her that she should just let you fuck Y/N ​​and, by the way, that you didn’t love her, she packed her bags, calling us losers and idiots for not telling her sooner that you didn’t feel anything for her and letting her make a fool of herself all these years," Jay summarizes. 

"It’s not like we warned her before, but whatever," Soo-yun comments. 

"So she left, saying she didn’t want to hang out with a bunch of bastards like us anymore." 

"Good riddance." Heeseung rolls his eyes, planting a kiss on Y/N’s bare shoulder.

"So… are you going to tell us if you were actually together or not?" Sunoo asks.

Heeseung and Y/N exchange a glance and then smile. "Guys, we’re actually together," he chuckles. "And neither Stella nor anyone else can separate us."

"I told you they were together!" Ni-ki exclaimed. "Heeseung hyung was staring at noona with those bambi eyes he'd had for years! It was pathetic."

The young man pushed his girlfriend away from his thighs to chase after the screaming maknae until he pushed him into the pool. They burst out laughing as they watched the poor duck swim fully clothed to escape Heeseung.

Y/N smiled, resting her chin on her fist as she gazed at her boyfriend. This vacation was definitely the best they'd ever had at this house.

Masterlist

You, meanwhile, revel in his confusion. Sending such a brilliant man into spirals is an achievement you wear with pride, and a challenge you consistently tackle head on. 

So when you drape your arms over his shoulders, the soft furrow of his brows makes something in your chest curl. Love. A sense of power. The heady, addictive combination of both. 

Droplets from his wet hair scatter all over your wrist and upper arms, still warm from his shower. The heat from your skin keeps them from cooling. Spencer huffs, a nervous smile on his face as his hands land on your hips. Warm, pruned fingers flexing and squeezing into your body, testing out the authenticity of your existence. An overactive imagination came with his genius, and he wants to make sure you aren't something conjured from his fantasies. 

You aren't. You're solid, and he isn't in the mood to test any more hypotheses as to why you're currently in his arms. 

“Hey, angel,” he whispers the nickname like he's holding the very thing, his unworthy palms making contact with something heavenly. 

“Hi baby,” You coo, light and pretty as birdsong, “Did you have a nice shower?” 

He chuckles, unsure of what you want but enjoying the guessing game all the same. He loves games. He loves them even more when it involves you, and your affection. “I did. I used the conditioner you got for me.” 

Your hands tangle into his hair when he mentions that, humming as you squeeze out the strands, “You didn't do the routine though.”

“I know, I didn't want to stay in there too long,” He says sheepishly. You'd lovingly pointed out a curly hair routine for him before, and on days where he has the time, he tries to do them. Often than not, he's a bit too busy with work. Right now though, there’s other reasons for his rush. “I wanted to spend as much time as I could with you.”

“Is that so?” you giggle, and he swears he's about to tip over. 

“Yeah. I missed you all week.”

“Really?”

“Really. In fact, I missed you while I was showering.” He smiles all dopey and soft, body flushed with his love for you. His breath becomes a prisoner lodged somewhere between his chest and throat when your lips widen into a bright smile as a result of his words.

“Did you?” your body presses into his nearly naked one, hips flush. 

He gulps, knowing you could feel his body reacting to your proximity. The slightest bit of affection from you and he’s already aching, fingers digging into your hips as he closes the distance between your mouths in place of a proper answer. The kiss muffles your giggles, a sound so precious he’s uncertain if he’d like to record it and play it for the rest of the world, or keep, selfishly, to himself.

You press into him further, and he’s following your lead, feet padding backwards. Stumbling. Slightly unsure, but he trusts your judgement, trusts wherever it is you’re planning to take him.

The couch, it turns out, so overstuffed it swallows his form when he sinks onto it. Somewhere along the way, his towel had slipped on the floor, no doubt by the insistence of your frisky, demanding hands. You break apart from him, lips kiss swollen and pulled into that familiar, cheshire cat smile as you sink to your knees between his spread legs.

Gently, he keeps you back, brows knit as he surveys your position. With worry dancing in his eyes, he cups your cheek and whispers, “You don’t have to do that, angel.”

“I wanna,” you insist, palms wrapping around the base of his already half-hard cock. 

The feeling chokes the breath from him, but he forces himself to focus. “But it hurt you the last time.”

“No, baby, it didn’t. I just gagged a little, that’s all.” You reply with a soft giggle. Your breath washes over the sensitive skin of his length as you do so. It’s dumbfounding that such a tiny shift of air could send shivers prickling down his spine, but perhaps it’s more because of the very existence of you (here, in his apartment, and against all odds, his) than the action itself. 

“Yeah, you did. It was honestly a little surprising."

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

He doesn’t catch the edge in your voice, hurtling forward with a hasty reply, “Well you just seem so experienced.”

“Are you saying I got around?”

“No, no, that’s not what I meant at all!” His eyes widen comically, large hands framing your face and gripping with a desperation that makes you laugh. “Please, that’s not—why are you laughing?”

“Relax, Spence, I know what you mean. I think.”

He burns, from the tops of his cheeks and crawling everywhere like spilled water. Fighting through the ache in his chest—you’re so, so bad for his breathing—he manages to croak, “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to imply anything mean, just… surprised, is all.”

“That I had a problem last time?” another stroke, and another, slowly both hands in tandem. He can feel himself throbbing, and it’s a little embarrassing how little it takes for you to coax him into an aching erection.

His voice breaks as he responds, “Yeah. You don’t have to do it, if it’s an issue.”

“It’s no big deal, baby. You just triggered my gag reflex, it wasn’t life or death,” you pump his length gently as you explain, twisting your fists every time you move down. The twitch of his thighs tells you you’re having the exact effect you want from him. “I’ve never had anyone as big as you before.”

“You called me a choking hazard.”

As you laugh, your breath wafts over his heated length, and nearly undoes him.

“What? You did!”

“I know,” your tongue skims over the slit of his tip, before gently circling its circumference, collecting as much of his precum as possible, before your soft lips part wider, stretching wide to take the broad head. Carefully, your tongue caresses the underside, spreading sticky, warm wetness as far as it can go.

Spencer wonders if it’s socially acceptable to pass out in the middle of getting a blow job. If he did, it wouldn’t be his first social faux pas, but the thought of being unconscious while you wrap those sinfully plush lips around him feels like a waste. How dare he lose consciousness while he has you on your knees for him? No, the only way to get through this is by being completely wide awake, and focused on you.

So he distracts himself, if only to keep from fainting, the best way he knows how.

“You know, the biggest trigger for your gag reflex is usually psychological.” he feels your laughter vibrating from his length, up his spine. An endearing crack in his voice comes as a result as he continues, “It’s true—this is your brain protecting you because it thinks the matter is life or death.”

You pull off, pressing your sticky, curling lips against the side of his shaft. Spencer whines at the loss, large eyes already glassy as they plead with you wordlessly. Come back, he seems to beg, why did you stop? But he’s perfect and patient, and never demands, so he shuts his mouth.

Smirking, you mumble, “But I know I’m not in danger. You’re just huge.”

“Well, uh, yes admittedly, that’s a factor too. Somatogenic stimulus.” at your raised brow, he hastens to explain, “T-that means it hits trigger points inside your mouth that sends signals to your brain. In response, your pharynx contracts to prevent you from choking.”

“What if I want to choke?” your pout glistens with his slick and your own saliva. 

Spencer wants to weep.

“There’s certainly ways to, um, train your gag reflex.” 

“Yeah?” you brighten, tongue flicking out and tracing the vein on the underside of his length. 

He feels himself twitching in your hands, voice breathless and strangled as he responds. 

“Yeah. A lot of it involves simply relaxing,” slowly, his hand comes to your hair, pushing back the strands from your temple, “Breathe through your nose before going deeper. If it hits the back of your throat, don’t panic and make sudden movements.”

“Seems like you know a lot about giving head, baby.”

Spencer can’t help but laugh at your jest, thumbs caressing the softness of your cheeks. “Maybe I do. Maybe I did my research after the first time you tried it.”

“Mhm, nerd. That’s why I love you.” you giggle, lashes fluttering and skimming over the tops of your cheeks as you close your eyes and lean into his warm, steady palm. “Good thing you told me. Now we can test it out.”

Without warning, you take him into your mouth again, pretty lips stretching wide to accommodate his girth. A soft, tortured gasp tears past his mouth when your cheeks hollow in, sucking eagerly at the tip before your mouth relaxes. 

He manages to take a breath, labored and panicked despite his earlier advice for you to stay at a relaxed state. In contrast, you’re completely at ease, eyes sparkling mischievously and peeking up at him from beneath your lashes. He swears you’re smirking. Your mouth is wrapped around him but he just knows, okay, you’re smirking one of those sweetly mocking smirks you like to flash his way just because you know he’s utterly yours.

“Angel,” he exhales, and your head surges forward, jaw relaxing further, and he feels the slight drag of teeth against the oversensitive skin of his cock. It’s warm and wet, and his fingers reflexively tighten in your hair, curling around the strands for something to ground him. 

It stings, this new grip, but deliciously so, a pain that heightens your senses and makes your own thighs clench together. But this is about him, and you’re enjoying the view in front of you. Spencer Reid, reduced to the most pathetic whimpers. Spencer Reid who doesn’t know his own strength and is all but pulling you by the hair with how rigidly he’s wound your hair around his fingers.

God, you feel drunk.

Filled with more confidence, you breathe slowly as he’d instructed, before taking him deeper, watching as almost half of his length disappears into your mouth. Now faced with some confirmation that you can, indeed, take more, you push further until he hits the back of your throat and that treacherous reflex triggers.

The sound you make seems to shake Spencer from his trance, hazel eyes blinking rapidly as he shuffles his hips away. 

“Are you okay?” he blusters, all clear eyed focus now. He tries to pull you off of him, hands migrating to your shoulders.

You nod, brows furrowing into a stubborn, warning look. He immediately backs off, protests dying on his lips as you remain on your knees. Fisting over the rest of his cock that you couldn’t fit into your mouth while simultaneously bobbing your head up and down what you could take.

“O-oh my god,” Spencer’s hands return into your hair, pushing back the strands that have fallen over your forehead. 

Knowing that he’s overly sensitive, you moan around his length. His body tenses, shivers, filling you with enough confidence to bob your head up again, deeper this time, and more prepared. When his tip reaches the back of your throat, it feels more like a kiss than a nudge. 

“Fuck!” 

You moan in response, eyes flashing up to meet his awestruck gaze, before pulling away. Twin gasps for air; you from an exhilarating sense of accomplishment, Spencer from a flushed, dizzy haze.

“That was so good,” he slurs, body bending down to catch your lips. Your giggles are swallowed by his insistent kisses, tongue pushing into past your lips as though he wants to taste himself through your mouth. “So good, honey, you did it deeper than the last time.” he’s babbling into the kiss, hands cradling your head back.

You moan, shift to a more comfortable angle on the floor, before breaking the kiss, your lips connected by a glossy string of saliva. 

“I wanna try again,” you whisper, pushing him back, “Just sit back and enjoy, Spence.”

Without waiting for his response, you take him into your mouth again, relaxing and breathing as steadily as you can, before you begin the rhythm. He’s groaning above you, one hand fisted on his cushions, the other at the crown of your head, holding back your hair.

Again, spurred by his reactions and a sense of boldness, you pull back until only his tip remains in your mouth. Your cheeks hollow as you suck, preparing yourself mentally for another attempt. Holding his cock steady at the base, you lower your mouth slowly, slowly, over his length, blinking through the tears that prickle at the corners of your eyes when you feel him sliding past your tonsils and down your throat. 

“Fuck!” Spencer cries out. His whole body is tense, every single muscle flexing as he holds back the desire to thrust into the wet warmth of your mouth. He can’t tell which of you is more affected, more defiled. You or him? He thought you’d be in a position of power, as you usually are, as he usually surrendered to you, but right now it seems you’re both equally ruined.

The mere sight of you tearing up and gagging gently around him, struggling to keep him inside your tight throat nearly undoes him. When he feels your nose nestling over the skin of his lower abdomen, he can’t help it. A sob escapes. Big fat tears chase each other down his cheeks as he feels your throat contracting around him. 

He can’t lift his teary-eyed gaze from your prone figure. Somehow, despite it all, you’re still looking up at him, the tears down your cheeks mirroring his. Before he knows it, his cock twitches, and then he’s bursting thick, hot ropes of his spend directly down your throat.

It takes you completely by surprise. You were only trying to see if you could take him all the way; triumph had curled in your chest when you did, but only for a moment as you felt him swell impossibly bigger, and then he’s cumming. 

Down your throat.

You’re choking on both his cock and his cum.

It’s difficult not to panic, and once you start, your brain fires off at every self-preservatory neuron. Gagging around him, your own tears burn hot streaks down your cheeks, until he pulls you off his shaft and onto his lap.

“Oh, angel,” he sniffles, arms encircling your waist tightly, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to, oh my god.”

He’s sobbing into your shoulder, one hand tucking your head against the crook of his neck. As you cough and regain your breath, his scent fills your senses, the familiar evergreen of his soap and the spicy aftershave, and for a moment, all you can think of is how you’re drooling all over his freshly washed skin.

“I’m fine, Spencer, really.” You hug him back tight, heart drumming in your ears as you calm back down, “I made a mess.”

He angles his head to take a look, eyes skimming over the mixture of saliva and cum dripping from your lips, down your chin and neck, and shakes his head. “No, you–I think you’re beautiful.”

“You’re just saying that cause I gave you great head.”

He laughs through his tears, hands moving to frame your face. His thumbs drag over your cheeks, brushing away your tears. “No, that’s not true. You know that.”

“I do.” You smile, leaning in tentatively, unsure if he’d want to kiss you with such messy lips. Spencer has no such qualms, meeting you halfway and groaning as he tastes himself on your tongue. 

“I think you’re divine.” he murmurs as he begins kissing along the corners of your mouth, cleaning off his spend by his own lips. You weren’t expecting him to do something so filthy, and every lick of his tongue gives you a delicious shiver. “The prettiest. I’m sorry I hurt you.”

“Stop apologizing,” you admonish, shifting on his lap to wrap your legs around his waist, “I told you, I wanted it. Seems like you enjoyed it too.”

“Immensely,” he admits, lips now at your jaw, nipping playfully at the sensitive skin, “But now, I think it’s time I take care of you.”

You press your hips against his with a giggle, "Yeah? You want to make a mess elsewhere?"

He groans, embarrassed, but doesn't deny it.