✝︎ Tired goth 🦇

warnings: explicit language, drinking, marijuana, voyeurism, penetrative sex, masturbation, phone sex, orgasm denial, fingering, exhibitionism

you had lived across from him for several months. the back of your townhome faced the back of his, each with their own small back gardens, and then a larger shared garden in between. you had figured out in the first few days that he seemed to be under the impression that no one could see into his home. or he didn’t care that everyone could see. he never closed curtains or blinds or anything. 

the first time you saw him with someone was - you were up to get a late-night snackie - you weren’t expecting to see your neighbor dicking someone down so well that you had stood, absolutely stalk still, mesmerized by it. because the way he was bending her like a pretzel was mind blowing to say the least. 

the second time you saw him, you were sitting up, doomscrolling because you couldn’t sleep. you had happened to look up when you saw lights flash on - your neighborhood was so quiet, and it was late - anyone else would have noticed too. and there he was, with a different girl - she was pressed against his floor to ceiling windows, tits visible, while she was, you could only guess, getting properly railed from behind. you had watched when he shifted her, his arm looping around her waist and him leaning over her shoulder to kiss her while he fucked into her. you should have looked away, but you were glad you didn’t when she seemed to have an, apparently, earth-shattering orgasm. 

it was entertaining - you had made the mistake of mentioning it to a friend, who had wanted to see for themselves. they showed up with rum and binoculars. 

“seriously,” you had asked. you couldn’t say you hadn’t had similar thoughts, though. you hung out in your bedroom, the best vantage point, drinking and smoking out, waiting for the tell-tale signs of your neighbor’s activities. 

but he hadn’t shown. you had even been brave and walked onto your balcony, looking a bit forlornly toward his bedroom, wondering what he was up to if he wasn’t fucking. you hadn’t given a lot of thought to the fact that you had gone out in just a tank top and panties, looking distraught that your own personal, live porn wasn’t available that night. 

your friend had only laughed saying that you were whipped for a dick you weren’t even fucking. which fair, maybe you were. but it wasn’t just his dick - it was his ass, his fine as fuck body, and the way he fucked too. it was never half-assed. he was never phoning it in - he was laying it down in a way that made your pussy ache. he was thorough. 

you had sat up - your insomnia was stronger than the alcohol and drugs - listening to your friend snore on and off and fight battles with god only knows what demons in her dreams. and you saw the lights. you thought to shove her awake, tell her what was about to happen, but no, you paused. because he walked out onto his balcony in nothing but his underwear, and you could swear that he stared directly at you. but worse was the little way he waved. you stared like an idiot because, no, no, no - he had not. there was no way. 

but then you had gotten up like someone under hypnosis and walked to your balcony door. you knew then that he was watching you. you stepped out onto the balcony. he watched. you weren’t sure what you were meant to do, but he seemed to be taking you in. you waited for him to hold up a notepad or something like a romcom. instead, he just smiled at you, like he knew everything. everything, including that you had definitely gotten off thinking about him and the things he did - imagining that it was you on the receiving end of the things he did. 

he stayed for a few moments before flashing a cute grin and waving before he went back in. you stood for a moment, still wondering if this were real, and then went back in too. still not able to sleep, you had stared at the ceiling wondering what the fuck had just gone on between you and your neighbor. 

the next day you found a sticky note on your back door with a name and number. which was - you didn’t know what to do with that information. you had stuck it in a kitchen drawer before your friend could see it and influence you to send an ill-advised text. 

but later when you were alone, you had taken it out and casually added him to your contacts. and after a few minutes thought, you sent a text - just saying ‘hi - i’m your neighbor, y/n.’  you had hit send as fast as possible, knowing if you left any room for actual thought, you would delete everything.

you practically jumped when he responded quickly.

[seungcheol]

hi 

wasn’t sure u would respond

you stared, unsure of what to say, but you could see his text bubble still going.

[seungcheol]

cute panties btw

maybe i’ll get the chance to see them up close

your eyes practically bugged out of your head. because who had that level of self-assuredness. but no, you had seen him fuck - it was fully warranted. 

[seungcheol]

one request tho - no random plus ones for my shows

they’re just for u

you were ducked down behind your kitchen island by the time his last message popped up, absolutely mortified, of course. because what level of voyeur had you reached that he seemed to know that you were there, and went so far as to say he was doing it for you. 

you were beyond stunned, and swore you would never so much as look out your back windows ever again, crossing yourself as though you were suddenly catholic. but you needed someone, something, somewhere to witness the promise you were making to yourself more than anyone else - you were solemnly swearing that you would never even so much as peek at your absolute ten of a neighbor ever again. 

the only hitch in that plan was that he had your number, and seemed to know exactly what little vow you had made to yourself. because he was dastardly.

the first selfie you got was, again, on a night when sleep was fully elusive. it was him, shirt pulled up - you had already drooled over his abs and chest enough, but there was the addition of the button and zipper of his jeans being undone, showing off his celine boxer briefs. you yelped and threw your phone like it had caught fire. but then you heard it buzzing.

you got off your bed and managed to hunt it down before it stopped, and like an absolute tosser you swiped to answer the call.

you were silent, completely unsure of what to say.

but you weren’t getting off that easily, “hi,” he whispered - his voice deep and sexy, just like you imagined. 

you swallowed, “uh, hi,” you managed.

“want to come by?”

you weren’t exactly the ‘u up’ kind of girl. not to mention this was virtually an out of body experience.

“hmm, no, you’re a good girl, aren’t you?” he mused, “do you need dinner before you let me eat you?” he asked - you couldn’t find the mocking tone you expected.

“i don’t mind if you do - there’s a place i’ve been wanting to try,” he whispered. it was like he was next to you in bed, and fully overwhelming. 

you flopped back into your pillows, “you have to know this is insanely embarrassing for me to have gotten caught out, right?”

he laughed softly, “so make it up to me.”

you flushed hard, “and how would i do that?”

“hmmmm, most obvious would be letting me watch you.” he sounded entirely too prepared with that answer. you could hear him shifting in bed. 

you were still quiet. 

“or you could let me take care of you, instead of just watching and imagining,” he offered it like it was the most natural course of action. 

you rolled your eyes, “you know you leave all your windows open, right?”

“and?”

“and it’s hard not to notice,” you faltered, “you,” you finished lamely. 

he hummed, “’s cute that you think that, since i’ve thought that since you moved in - you’re hard to ignore,” his voice was relaxed, “such a cute little ass,” he murmured, “i’d love to smack it.”

you swallowed tightly, “yeah?” you asked, voice almost too quiet. 

“mhmm, cute ass, perfect tits,” he sighed, “i feel like i would fit perfectly between your thighs too.”

that was a dangerous thought, since you had definitely thought about it too - how it would feel to wrap your legs around his waist. you were quiet again. 

“are you wet right now?”

you gasped, “are you really asking?”

“yes,” you could hear the soft, steady way he was breathing - you thought of asking what he was doing, but your mind was already running away from you.

“touch yourself, and tell me,” he whispered, his voice more needy than you expected. 

you bit your lip and slid your hand down under your sleep shorts and past your underwear - you were more than wet - you were slick. 

“i’m really wet,” you whispered, your fingers starting to circle your clit. 

“umhm, so let me listen to you come.”

you didn’t bother trying to change the conversation - you put your phone on speaker, “keep talking to me?” you asked, “i like your voice.”

he talked you through your orgasm. 

and lying there, feeling relaxed, you heard him groan softly - you smiled, your guess that he was jerking off was right. 

“maybe you can sleep now.”

“maybe,” you whispered back. 

you didn’t want to hang up. but you had. and that was weeks ago. 

it took that long for you to get past feeling absolutely ashamed and accept his offer to go out, and to fuck - that was the part that neither of you said out loud.

but you knew, even as you sat across from him, having really good food and a pleasant conversation, you fully planned to go home with him and hopefully have your brains fucked out. 

you didn’t mind when his hand traced along your inner thigh in the cab back to his, or even when his fingers brushed against your clit. you had sent photos of the panties you were wearing that evening, and he was finally getting to touch them and you. 

his fingers were past the thin mesh fabric and fucking into before you were even close to your stop. 

he pressed close, “shh, no noise.”

you nodded, glancing out the window, as you felt his fingers push deeper. your fingers were digging into his shoulder, but you didn’t make a sound, even when you were practically about to break. it was then that the car stopped. 

you got out while he paid. you barely made it inside before you were making out. he was exactly as intense as you had imagined he would be - the way he picked you, wanting your legs around his waist, as he held you against the wall of his entryway. and when you felt the head of his cock parting your slick folds, you gasped, feeling the way he let you slide down to take him in. you were so stretched, you could barely feel yourself squeezing around him. but he edged you then, pulling out just when you were seconds from coming. 

you whined, pulling his hair roughly. 

he only grinned, “did you think i was going to just give it to you so easily?”

you watched him and nodded because yes, of course you had.

he smiled and leaned close, his lips tracing along your jaw, “you’ve teased me too long, pretty girl, now i’m going to tease you - that’s your punishment,” he said as his lips played just below your ear.

you purred at the feeling, “couldn’t you just spank me or something?”

he grinned, “we’re way past that,” he whispered - you could feel his fingers teasing your clit, “i want to edge you until your gaping from my cock - maybe then you can come.”

you sighed in defeat and collapsed against him - if he was going to treat you like a fuck doll, you could go limp like one. he pulled you away from the wall and smacked your ass roughly as he took you upstairs. you loved when he dropped you back onto his bed. it was when you glanced to the side and noticed that all his curtains were closed that you glanced back at him questioningly.

he shrugged, “told you - i wanted to impress,” he bit his lower lip gently as he pulled his shirt over his head. 

you could only blush at the idea that he had wanted you to see him fucking other people. 

a/n: this is an ongoing one-shot series where i share some of my older, hornier fics while i work on new pieces - this was originally a response to an ask from a reader with the prompts "voyeurism + punishment"

hope you have fun reading this ^^

let me know if you have fun reading sexy, soft dom cheol <333 or if i should contemplate a tag list proper

anywayyyy kiss, kiss

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oral fixation!cheol who finds the least convenient opportunities to be the most successful when convincing you to let him have his way with you. he’ll corner you while you’re at a house party, shield your body with his massive shoulders in the darkest spot of the house. he grips your jaw and slips a finger or two in between your lips, prying your chin with his opposite hand and cooing at your dribbles of drool pooling over his fingers once they’re inside your mouth. he’ll throw a praise in here and there while he thrusts them deeper against your tongue, making you gag just slightly before he’s collecting those same saliva-coated digits into his own mouth, making a show of it with a deep groan and those sultry eyes.

oral fixation!cheol who i just know is the type to ask for a lick of the lollipop you’re eating after it’s already been in your mouth, OR vice versa. except when it’s you asking, he’ll just pop it into your mouth and watch with heavy eyes. and you’re just kinda staring back like “can i help u?” but he doesn’t say anything and just waits until you give it back and he’s going to town on that thang immediately after. i mean full on savoring the taste of your mouth like he can’t just lean over and kiss you like a sane person would.

oral fixation!cheol who makes it a point to have the second sip of your drink whenever you’re dining out. he’d wordlessly lift your glass to his lips once you’ve had a generous amount, making sure his mouth is lined up with the lip stain you’d leave behind. he loves tasting the faint flavor of your lip balm and can’t help himself from licking the rim where your lips just were under the guise of needing another sip. he does it so often that you’ve practically conditioned yourself to hand your drink over to him right after you’ve had your first swig.

oral fixation!cheol who pisses you off when he pulls the sadistic act of “you need to earn the kiss.” one way or another, he’s always finding a way to make you beg for it. he’ll kiss you nice and slow, passionate enough to leave you wanting more… and then he stops, pulls away at a breath’s distance, letting his lips brush over the supple peak of your Cupid’s bow. he’ll grin and tease you some more by letting you lean in to catch him off guard, but he still manages to escape. the next attempt you make to kiss him again, he’s taking his sweet time just marking your bottom lip with deep teeth indentations, nearly drawing blood. if you complain he’ll drag it out even longer and simply entertain himself with licking over your lips, sucking on them individually until they’re swollen and bruised. and THEN he’ll finally let you kiss him and ugh he just about comes in his pants right there.

oral fixation!cheol who takes great pleasure in keeping you gagged with something of his while he eats you out. he’d probably give you his shirt or a jacket he’d just taken off and watch you stuff a decent amount of the material between your teeth before he gets to work. it gets him riled up to see a piece of him filling the mouth he’d practically assemble shrines for. your mouth busied with his clothes, your pussy swallowing his cock whole, and his fingers working your clit. the makeshift gag is the show stopper for him though. he can’t get over the way your teeth chew on his shirt or the way your drool seeps into the material and leaves large blotches so he can visualize the effect he has on you. you usually end up ripping it out half way and manhandling him until the fabric is inside of his mouth.

oral fixation!cheol that also makes eating you out a fucking routine and the man can go on for hours. you almost always wake up to him already between your legs, letting his breath whisper over your folds until you’re fully awake. or find him kissing over the thin fabric of your underwear while you’re watching tv at night. he knows his way around your body so well that he doesn’t even have to move your panties aside to know his tongue has located your engorged clit. or sometimes he’s just bored out of his mind while you’re cooking in the kitchen and he’ll drop to his knees behind you and get a head start on his dinner (aka, you). he also never holds out on making you come more than once on his tongue despite your complaints of over sensitivity. he’ll keep going until you’re shaking and silent. and even then, he’ll pull away from your clit and folds, and instead kiss the inner parts of your thighs, your pelvis, your stomach— wherever his mouth can reach.

oral fixation!cheol who, at times, does things without any sexual intent. like when his mouth finds its way to your shoulder or arm or your wrist and peppers it with kisses before taking the gentlest of chomps to your skin. or when you’re working from home, typing away on your laptop when he comes into your makeshift office and sits on the ground beside you. at first he’ll busy himself with his phone but once he’s had enough of that he’ll silently reach up to find your wrist and ease it away from the keyboard. you’ll give him a side glance but continue to focus on your work with the opposite hand. all the while he has his lips secured on the back of your hand, suckling at the skin and leaving open mouth kisses that make your stomach flip and your legs cross. but then he gives it one last kiss and sighs contently, nudging his head against your thigh and speaking to you quietly about what you’re working on; as if it’s just another Tuesday.

oral fixation!cheol who is just a fellatio kind of guy. he loves seeing your mouth wrapped around his girth. loves the way the corners of your mouth stretch wide. loves when your tongue slips out of your mouth first when he asks you to open up for him. he loves to hear your muffled whimpers become less coherent and soon replaced with low chested groans that he feels shooting up his dick and straight into him. he’s a crazed man with little restraint when it comes to you. sometimes he gets a little too wild and thrusts into your mouth just to come faster and watch his load leave your lips with a white ring while still attached to him. he nearly comes a second time when you peel away and present your tongue to him, slick with him, and then swallow every last drop.

oral fixation!cheol whose a major cuddler but a chewer at heart. he has a difficult time falling asleep most nights and when you’re sprawled across his chest and starting to fall asleep, he’ll hold your hand to his lips and give it a few innocent kisses that gradually turn into nibbles against your knuckles and fingertips. you’re used to it so despite the minimal pressure his teeth apply, you’re able to ignore it and trail off to dreamland. he’ll very rarely suck on your fingers in these types of situations, but if he does, it normally lasts for less than a minute or two. he’ll mainly just press your pinky against the inner part of his lip, let it sit there while he wills himself to sleep and lets it slip out on its own when you shift around.

oral fixation!cheol who can be a menace when it comes to dealing with the urge to keep his mouth occupied in public. you’ll have to barter with him over the stupidest things like, “if you help me decide what shade looks better I’ll blow you in the car,” or “if i let you spit in my mouth in the middle of this damn store you’re buying me a new pair of shoes.”

oral fixation!cheol is also more than intrigued with the concept of sharing liquids via your mouths. for instance, he’ll be drinking a new flavor of soju that you haven’t tried and when you ask to try it he’ll take a big swig and hold it in his mouth, lean over you, cup your chin and bring you closer to press your lips together. slowly, the alcohol will pass from his mouth to yours and he’ll be left wanting more. so then it just turns into a sloppy makeout sesh but you’re not one to complain!

oral fixation!cheol who can’t stop kissing you when you’re out with family. he just has this possessive urge to bare his heart out to you and let his love language shine through in the form of physical affection. he’ll leave a kiss on your shoulder in passing. kiss the crown of your head when you’re standing close. kiss your cheek when he serves your plate of food. kiss you right on the lips when no one’s looking.

oral fixation!cheol that’s 100 times worse with kissing you when it comes to hanging around friends in a bar setting. the group of friends themselves aren’t the threat (most of the time) it’s always the people lingering around. especially the men who come looking for a fun night. not with his woman! he’ll accompany you to every trip to the counter for refills, tucking you in close to his side or even his chest while you wait. his eyes will scan the area and if he catches someone so much as looking in your direction, he’s already beelining for the exit with you in tow. he’ll immediately pin you against the side of the building, swallowing your moans with his lips on yours. it’s messy and a little painful, but his infatuation with your mouth and your precious sounds only fires him up further. he’ll clamp his fingers around your jaw and pull it open just so he can dig his tongue deeper. he gives you a breather when he dips down to focus on your neck, shoulder and chest; tracing a map of red and pinks along your skin before signing his name against your cleavage with a searing bite.

(he thinks it’s hot when you walk back in, shiny with his spit all over you, but then you’re scolding him about leaving marks and whatnot. but at least no one’s looking your way anymore! and if they are, it’s to side eye the scary bodyguard you call your boyfriend.)

< envy yaps: well this was fun. definitely needed to get my point across and regain some respect for the orally fixated seungcheol agenda.

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You trudge through the knee-high grass that strokes your legs until you find what you’re looking for—the crescent-moon-shaped patch of grass that is a rare blue and white, a complete contrast to the forest green surrounding you. It’s said that the Egyptian god Jeonghan, also known as Thoth, seared the grass this way specifically, as a gateway to him, for anyone who dared to call out to him. He is the God of wisdom, writing, magic, and the moon. Coming here was no accident or mere coincidence, and the items you brought were specifically for him. Your purpose is to summon him and broker a deal, no matter the price.

Lowering yourself to the ground, you place everything in a circle, complete with a candle that you charged with the previous full moon. You light the stick, watching its flame burn brighter than a regular candle but also unmelting, as if it knows its purpose. You ignore the tension lining your gut, instead pulling out a scroll containing a chant you created. With a deep breath, you say:

On this very night

I call upon thee and his divine light

Shine upon me with your wisdom

Salve Divinus Thoth

You repeat the mantra six times, the lucky number associated with him according to the scribe of the gods and the patron of learning. You wait patiently, expecting lightning to strike or maybe the wind to pick you up and carry you into the sky. But all you hear is the sound of nature, crickets, and the waters of the river crashing into each other. Time passes, and your hope deflates with it as you stand up slowly and dust the dirt off your legs.

“Maybe I missed something,” you mutter to yourself.

“No, you didn’t.”

You yelp and jump back, your foot crushing the corner of the dark chocolate you brought for the offering. You stare at a man, much taller than you, with a carving of an Ibis on his head, dressed in only a short white pleated kilt. He takes a step towards you, and the ground shakes, the recoil making you accidentally fall on your ass. You’ve never seen something so majestic and strange, and it has you shaking in fear.

“I take it you're Jeonghan?” you sputter, your hands shaking. “I brought you an offering as a token of my gratitude.”

“I accept your offerings,” he says shortly. “Why did you summon me?”

Your breath hitches, the words caught in your throat. You’ve been preparing this for several months now, researching it heavily and telling your friends and family that you were going on a trip to ‘heal’ and find yourself again. It wasn’t totally a lie, just an omission of some facts.

“Jeonghan, god of wisdom, writing, magic, and the moon,” you declare, kneeling before him. “I humbly come before you with a request.”

“What is it?” Jeonghan demands, his voice echoing into the night air.

You swallow hard, your voice shaky as you reveal your intent. “I need you to bring my fiancé back from the dead.”

Chris died a year ago today in a car crash as he was heading home to you. You will never forget that day, the hard knock at your door that caught you off guard while you were in your element. You still remember the screams from his mother when you went with her to identify the body. His body lay on the cold, metal stretcher, lifeless and void of the man who gave you joy, the man you were set to have a life with. His mother died not too long after from a heart attack, but you also suspect it was from a broken heart. He was her only child. Not only are you doing this for yourself, but you are doing this for her, to get back the son she lost.

“You want to undo the balance of nature and bring back your loved one?” Jeonghan probes. “Do you understand the consequences you wreak when you bring back the dead?”

You understand the stakes. You’ve been studying them all your life, and you aren’t afraid of the consequences, as long as it brings Chris back into your arms. “I understand,” you breathe.

Jeonghan’s body morphs before you, his height changing drastically to meet your eye level. He slowly removes the Ibis head covering him, revealing a man who is strikingly handsome, with shoulder-length black hair and piercing brown eyes. You’ve seen the hieroglyphics of his true face behind the head, in the shape of a baboon, but it does not do him justice—he’s more beautiful than he’s been pictured or described.

“Very well then,” Jeonghan says, circling around you. “To bring back someone from the dead requires that you serve me for as long as Chris is alive.” Your head shoots up, caught off guard by his name being said out loud. “Don’t be shocked, woman,” Jeonghan says flippantly, tapping his head. “I know all.”

You lick the bottom of your lip, nodding slowly. “How am I to serve?”

“Every full moon phase, you must serve me,” he reveals. “The day before, the day of, and the day after.”

You lock eyes with him, pondering over the information. It costs you almost a quarter of your savings to come here, and you know you can’t afford to do it once a month. Panic weighs heavily in your choice, doubt creeping into the back of your mind. Maybe you shouldn’t have done this.

“I-I don’t think I can afford to come here every month,” you stutter. “It cost me a lot to come here.”

Jeonghan lets out a noise that almost sounds like a snort. “You humans are short-sighted. I will find you, as I am guided by the moonlight.”

You stare at him incredulously, almost not believing what you are seeing and hearing. “Can you tell me what I am going to be doing?”

“Whatever I need you to do,” Jeonghan asserts. “Will that be a problem?”

You weigh the options in your mind heavily. You get the love of your life back, and your nights will not be so cold. You feel warmth, love, and peace again. You will have your savior, your protector, your Chris back. Whatever you need to do to serve this god, you are willing to do.

“No.” You bow your head. “I am willing to serve.”

“Very well then.”

You glance slowly at him as he flicks his wrist, bringing on a white, blinding flash that swallows everything around you. It doesn’t hurt, but you feel like you’re falling with nothing to reach out to. The muscles relax in your body; your vision is the last to go as everything turns black, then dark navy blue. You rise slowly in a haze, your eyes adjusting to the low light and thickness of cloth clutched in your hands. You’re back in your house, with your luggage and belongings you brought with you to Africa placed next to your bed. Your head fogs over, as if you've just had a dream, but you know it’s not that. It’s clear Jeonghan sent you back home. You don’t know what to expect—should you wait for further instruction? Do you go digging out Chris’s grave—

“Dove?”

Your head jerks to the door, a chill settling in your bones. That nickname, Dove, was given to you by Chris because he said you were gentle and brought him peace. That voice that called your name feels familiar; that tremor in his voice is so distinctive that you hear it in your dreams when you are missing him. Creeping out of bed, you open your bedroom door, stalking down the hallway of your small two-bedroom house. A shadow is cast from the front door, matching a man with a large frame, dressed in a brown jacket and jeans, an outfit identical to Chris’s the day he… the day he di—

“Dove? Is that you?”

The man steps closer to you, the light of the stove casting over him, revealing the face of the man you’ve loved for five years, his eyes dark and pleading, his brows furrowed in confusion. “Baby, is that really you?”

You close the space between you two, hugging him tightly and breaking out into a sob. All the grief, the pain you suffered for the year, yearning for his touch and feeling empty inside, comes rushing out of you. Your chest is heavy as you cry happy tears, peppering him with long-overdue kisses all over his face. “It worked!” you exclaim. “It worked. Oh my Thoth!”

“What do you mean?” Chris interrogates. “What did you do?”

You leave a lasting kiss on his lips, heartfelt with every emotion you have, to show him that you love him and that you are grateful to have him back. His hands grab your waist, and your legs almost buckle instantly. It feels good to be in his arms again.

“We have a lot to talk about,” you breathe, placing your forehead on his. “But I will never let you go again.”

When it comes to Xu Minghao you never planned on starting anything with him. In the last six months he’d been frequently playing DJ sets at the club you work at. You've watched as countless girl fawn over him. The funny thing is, he has all these women falling at his feet, but he never hooks up with any of them.

Minghao has been a big hit in the DJ scene for a while before he started playing at your club, his residency has brought in a lot of people. He's had a lot of women come to his set with the intentions of hooking up with him. He has a strict rule about not hooking up with fans. The last thing he needs is for things to get messy and for rumors to start flying around about him.

It's after three in the morning and the club is finally cleared out of anyone who isn’t staff. You've been working as a bottle girl here for about three years now. The money is good, and the tips are even better.

The second the last customer leaves, you run to your locker and grab your oversized grey zip up hoodie. Seungkwan is in charge the club, and he keeps the ac at an Arctic temperature. You've had goose bumps on your arms for most the night. Standing in by the bar, you're chatting with Wonwoo, the bartender, whilst counting your tips. Any night Minghao has a set he tends to bring in big spenders.

"Did you end up giving Minghao your number?" Wonwoo asks as he's putting glasses away.

Turns out when the a star DJ asks for your number, the entire club will know immediately. You and Minghao tend to flirt whenever you cross paths, but you didn't think he was actually interested in you. You were surprised when he asked for your number tonight before his set.

"I don't fuck coworkers." You say slapping down Wonwoo's part of your tips on the counter.

"I wouldn't call a famous DJ your coworkers?" Wonwoo reaches over grabbing the cash.

"We're both contracted by Choi Seungcheol right now. So that makes him my coworker."

"He's the talent and you’re a bottle girl. You're not coworkers." Wonwoo rolls his eyes at your comment. "You know he's very picky about who he dates right? He's not some manwhore…" A few of your coworkers are friends with Minghao and you know he's not someone who tends to sleep around, but that doesn't matter to you.

"I know, but I'm not trying to be his booth baddie." You tug your hoodie closer to your body.

"You're funny." Wonwoo barks out a laugh.

"How so?"

"You were complaining about being single and unintentionally celibate last month, and now you have a guy clearly interested. And he's not some asshole, he's a nice guy." You vividly remember complaining to Wonwoo. in a not so polite way, that you were accidentally celibate and you, were losing your mind.

"Maybe I like being celibate?" That's a lie, You’re actually so horny, to the point that you’re starting to lose your mind. There is only so much your pretty pink vibrator can do for you.

"Celibate?" Your eyes go wide at the sound of Minghao's voice behind you.

Wonwoo bites his lip, holding back a smile. "Yes, our darling sunshine here, is accidentally celibate."

"Sunshine?" Minghao raises his brow, leaning against the bar.

"Wonwoo likes to tease me and call me that." You glare at Wonwoo.

"You remind me more of starlight." Minghao's words suddenly send butterflies fluttering around your stomach.

Wonwoo slowly backs away from the bar, giving you privacy with Minghao. Most of the crew has gone home at this point. You three are the only ones out in the main area.

"So?" He's comfortably leaning against the bar, giving you his undivided attention. A smile tugs at his lips, as his eyes wander across your body. "You're accidentally celibate?"

"It's intentionally now." By the way he's looking at you with his big eyes, you might not be celibate for much longer.

"Are you lying you to me?" He cocks his head to the side.

"My sexual activities shouldn't be your concern." You lean in poking his chest.

His tongue wets his lips. He grabs your hand before you can pull it away. "I would like it to be, but it seems you aren’t interested in me."

Cocking your head to the side, you study him for a moment. "Who said I'm not interested?"

"I asked for you number, and you said no." He releases your hand.

"I'm not in a place to be dating someone." It's not a lie. Your last relationship kind of messed you up, and recently you've been trying to focus on yourself. So technically, you told him no because you don't fuck your coworkers, and you know he doesn't fuck around, he's the type that likes to be in a relationship.

"So that why you said no?"

"That and I don't fuck my coworkers."

He leans in close, testing the waters. "I'm not your coworker, babe." His words send a shiver down your spine. "So think of another excuse."

"I'm not going to be your girlfriend."

He leans in even closer, his lips are so close you can practically taste his peppermint chapstick. "At this point I don't care. You've got me so riled up, we can just fuck. Your celibacy can end tonight."

Looking past him, you check to see if anyone is around. The last thing you need is for this to start spreading around the club like a wildfire.

"Did you just want my number so we could hook up?" You pull back, giving yourself a little space.

"No, but at this point I'll take anything you'll give."

You lean against the bar, trying your hardest to appear confident. "Who said I'm willing to give anything?"

He squints his eyes at you for a moment. "Fine starlight, I won't chase you if you don't want me to." He pushes himself away from the bar. "Maybe I'll call up the other bottle girl. The red head slipped me her number tonight." You've never been a jealous girl, but the idea of Minghao hooking up with your coworker after this, sends a feeling of jealousy rushing through your veins.

"You clearly don't take rejection well. Did the fame go to your head Mr. Famous Dj?" You take another step towards him.

He rolls his eyes, he takes a step closer to you. "I've been rejected plenty of times, I've just never wanted someone like I want you."

"One night." You lean in so your lips are near his. His hands reach out, grabbing the unzipped part of your hoodie. "Show me what you got."

"Your place or mine?" He whispers before crashing his lips into yours. He tugs you closer to him by your hoodie.

"Yours, I want the full experience."

-

Walking into Minghao's apartment, you're quickly reminded of just how rich he is. There’s expensive art on the wall and sitting on his table is a Louis Vuitton duffle and matching bag. His apartment is basically a penthouse.

Walking into his place, you take off your shoes and walk towards the huge window. The view he has is absolutely beautiful. The massive window overlooks the bright city below.

The quiet footsteps behind you is a reminder Minghao is by you. "This place is nice." You look over at him.

"Not too bad for a fancy DJ, right?" He lets out a little chuckle.

"You, Mr. I don't do one stands, like me enough you're okay with one night?"

Minghao reaches over he pinches your chin, making you look directly at him. "I'm convinced, I'm going to fuck you so good you'll beg me for more." Your lips part, you want to make a bratty come back, but he's rendered you speechless. "Cat got your tongue?"

Silently, you blink up at him.

"Go to my room, it's the one at the end of the hallway on the right. Strip naked and sit on my bed." He releases your chin.

You've never had a man speak to you like this, and it's absolutely thrilling. All you can do is nod. Turning on your heels you head off to his room.

Opening the door you're greeted by a large bedroom. One of the walls is a full-length window that looks out onto the city. His king size bed is against the wall with expensive looking bright white sheets.

You take your time stripping away all your clothes and with neatly folding them and placing them on the dresser. You aren't sure what Minghao is doing, but you don't want to disobey his orders.

Sitting on the bed fully naked, you patiently wait for Minghao to join you. The door opens and he slowly walks in, holding a glass bottle of water. He places it on the dresser, slowly walking towards you.

He pulls his shirt off, tossing it into the hamper by the dresser. "I need to ask, what are your boundaries?"

"Are you into bdsm stuff?" Nothing about this man radiates hard dom to you.

"No, not particularly. I just feel like you like being bratty, and you clearly want someone to put you in your place."

Tilting your head to the side, you take you time studying him. "What if I want you to treat me like a princess?"

He leans in so his face is right in front of yours. "Tell me exactly what you want."

"I want you to fuck me. I don't want some hard dom experience. I'll give you control, but I'm not gonna be some submission pillow princess."

"What's your safe word?" His face is still right in front of yours.

"We can use the traffic light system."

He pulls back. "Okay." He doesn't say anything for a moment. "Crawl onto the bed fully. Spread your legs and start playing with yourself." You've definitely never had man say that to you before.

"Okay." You scramble back on the bed.

Your head rests against the plush pillows. Instinctively you spread your legs. Your eyes stay trained on Minghao, your hand dips between your legs. Sliding your fingers through your folds, you're instantly embrassed by how wet you are.

A soft gasps passes your lips, as your fingers rub your clit.

Minghao stops watching you, and turns his back. He works on removing the rest of his clothes until he's just as naked as you. Your eyes stay locked on his back. Sliding your fingers further down, you dip them inside your needy core.

Low moans leave your lips. You had zero intentions of playing with yourself whilst Minghao refused to touch you.

"Hao—" his name is a sinful prayer.

He looks over his shoulder raising his brow. "Yes?"

"Please—"

"Please, what?" He goes back to opening his dresser.

"I need your help." You pump your fingers in and out at a quicker pace.

"Cum on your fingers, and I'll give you anything you want." He pulls a bottle of lube out of the drawer.

He turns around and your mouth waters at the sight of his naked body. His body is lean and toned, and there are a scattering of tattoos on his torso and arms. You could spend hours tracing them. Your eyes fixate on his massive cock— he is already hard, and leaking. It's a pretty shade of pink, and he curves up the perfect amount.

Clicking the bottle of lube open, he pours the liquid onto his length. His eyes stay locked on yours, as he slowly pumps himself.

"Be a good girl, and cum on your fingers."

You rub two fingers on your sensitive clit, knowing this is the quickest way to make yourself fall apart.

The room is filled with your moans. His eyes stayed trained on yours as he keeps pumping his length.

"Minghao—" you cry out his name. Your orgasm hits you hard and fast. Your walls contract around nothing, throwing your head back, you moan loudly. Your eyes are squeezed shut. All your muscles feel loose. Your whole body is like a pile of mush. You're never came that hard with just your fingers.

Minghao places his knee on the bed catching your attention. Your eyes feel heavy, as if you can barely keep them open.

He moves so he's laying between your legs. After the orgasm you just experienced, you can't imagine him eating you out.

He parts your wet folds with two fingers. He licks a fat strip from your needy hole up to your clit.

Without thinking, you tangle your fingers in his long blonde locks. He chuckles against your core. Two of his long slender fingers slide into you with ease. He starts pumping them in and out of you while he sucks on your sensitive clit.

You're still fragile from your orgasm. You squirm as he moves his fingers in a come hither motion, brushing that spot inside, that has you seeing stars.

"Hao—" your second orgasm hits just as hard as your first one. Throwing your head back you cry out his name. You're terrified he might get a noise complaint at how loud you're being.

He pulls away, dipping his finger slick with your release into his mouth. "You taste so sweet."

Right now you can't form words, let alone think of anything bratty to say. Two back to back orgasms have left your brain feeling like mush. Squeezing your eyes shut you try to relax, letting yourself ride out your high. The feeling of his hand gently rubbing your thigh helps.

A few moments pass before your eyes flutter open. He's looking at you, cocking his head to the side.

"Can you take another one?"

"A third orgasm?" The most you've ever had with a man is two, and they've never both been as earth shattering as that one.

"Yes." He reaches on to the bed next to him and picks up a foil packet. "If you can take another one, I'll fuck you."

Your body is exhausted, but the thought of him fucking you with his massive length makes your head spin. Without another thought, you nod your head.

"Be a good girl, and get on your hands and knees."

Getting into position, you look over your shoulder to see he's wearing a condom. He picks up the bottle of lube, and coats two fingers. He takes his time massaging the lube into your needy entrance.

He positions himself behind you. Taking his length in his hand, he runs it through your wet folds a few times before he pushes in the tip. You feel the stretch immediately. Pushing your hips back, you push him in another few inches.

Your eyes roll back in your head as you take him inch by inch. Biting your bottom lip, you desperately try to hold back your moans. He has you sounding like a whore in heat, and he hasn't even properly fucked you yet.

"You're doing so good Princess." He rubs your side.

The moment he's stuffed you completely full, he takes a moment to let you relax. He must know you've never taken anyone his size before.

"Fuck." You moan.

"You feel so good." He moans.

"Please move, or I might go insane." He pulls back leaving just the tip inside, before he slams his hips back in. He doesn't start out slow and gentle. Steady and firm pace.

Each smack of his hips against your ass knocks you forward. Pushing your hips back, you meet each of his thrusts.

Dropping to your elbows your face is smashed against the comforter. You're practically drooling as he keeps thrusting into you over and over. His hand grips your hips, helping to keep you moving at a steady pace.

He's so massive, he's touching parts of you you didn't know could be reached.

"Hao—" you cry out.

"So good." He groans.

He starts moving at a quicker pace. Your body is exhausted and can't keep up— you let him do all the work, slamming into you over and over again.

Your head spins and he changes positions. He moves so he's sitting on his knees still snuggly inside you, as your back is plastered to his front as you sit on his thigh.

Neither of you move for a moment, he's giving you time to adjust to the new position. One of his hands wraps around your throat, applying light pressure. The other dips between your legs, brushing your puffy clit.

You wince at the feeling of him playing with you. He pulls his hand away and lets out a laugh. He moves that hand to your breast. He takes his time toying with your perked nipple.

"Move for me, baby."

Lifting your hips you set a slow pace. You're too tired to move quickly. You bounce and roll your hips. He fluctuates, applying light pressure to your throat.

"Hao— I'm gonna." You cry.

"I'll cum with you." He whispers in your ear.

True to his word your third orgasm of the night pushes him over the edge with you. This orgasm is like nothing you've ever experienced before. There’s pressure that releases from you, that feels electric. Throwing your head back against his shoulder you cry out. Everything feels fuzzy and your whole body feels boneless.

Minghao slowly moves you off of him, laying you down on the bed, careful to avoid the wet spot you caused.

"Have you ever squirted before?" He asks as he removes the condom, tossing it into the bin.

You can't even open your eyes, you just let out a sigh. "No." You didn't even know you could do that.

"I need to clean you up, and change the bedding." He smiles, watching you in your dazed state.

"Are you kicking me out?" Your eyes slowly flutter open.

"Quite the opposite, I'm going to clean you up, and then we're gonna cuddle."

Your brows knit together. "Cuddle?"

"Yes, cuddle." He leaves the room and comes back with a warm cloth. He takes his time cleaning up the mess between your legs. He tries to be as gentle as possible, knowing that your abused core is overstimulated.

"Minghao, do you still wanna date me?" You curl up onto your side, watching him move around his room. You smile at the sight of him still being completely naked.

"That's a stupid question."

"No it's not." You pout.

"It's a stupid question, because obviously I still want to date you."

He moves towards the bed. You're exhausted but you know he needs to change the bedding. "Go take a shower and we'll talk about this later."

Pulling yourself out of bed, you make your way into the bathroom, where you see he's already started the shower. The hot water feels amazing on your sore muscles— you probably shouldn’t stay in the shower too long.

You grab the fluffy towel Minghao left for you, and take your time drying your body off.

Walking back into the room, you find the bed freshly made. Minghao is sitting under the covers with his back against the pillows. He's scrolling through his phone, killing time.

"Are you going to run away, or are you going to stay the night?" He asks raising his brow.

"If we date, I'm not going to be your booth baddie."

"Booth baddie?"

You place your knee on the bed. "Yeah, I'm not gonna stand on stage watching you dj, and fawn all over you." You start crawling across the bed.

"I wouldn’t ask you to do that."

"I'm not your groupie." You crawl on to his lap.

"That's fair." He smiles.

You lean in with your face right in front of his. "I think I like you Minghao."

He doesn't say anything, he leans in connecting his lips to yours for a searing kiss. He pulls back and smiles. "So this isn't just a one night stand."

"Absolutely not."

B - BODY PARTS (favourite body part of theirs and their partners)

He’s in love with your hands, for some reason he cannot quite explain. Maybe it is the way they seem so small and thin compared to his, or maybe it’s the way they always seem so delicate whenever you move them around when talking. Whatever it is, Wonwoo always wants to hold your hands, always wants to kiss them and always wants them all over his body. Honestly, just seeing your hands resting against his abs or his forearm is enough to turn him on.

You’re obsessed with his chest, and he knows it very well. Wonwoo is proud of his body and of how much work he put - and still puts - into it, so having you drooling on him is pretty rewarding. He loves to tease you with it as well by wearing tight or compression shirts that underline his chest and abs, but truly he loves all the attention you give it and the praises you give him. 

C - CUM

He strikes me as someone who doesn’t like the mess - he’s not your typical messy gamer. On the contrary, he can be quite of a maniac regarding cleanliness. So when it comes to bodily fluids, he much prefers to stay out of them. So even if the both of you don’t use condoms anymore, he doesn’t cum inside of you often. He prefers to do it on the small of your back or your tummy, even your face is good as long as he can see a visible mark of what you did. 

D - DIRTY SECRET

Wonwoo would never admit it but the one time you dressed up as a bloody nurse for Halloween brought up a new kind of fantasies in his head. He’s way too embarrassed about his newfound interest in you wearing uniforms to talk about it yet. 

E - EXPERIENCE

I feel like since he’s an introvert outside of the scene and because of his more reserved persona, he would not be the type to mess around or have one night-stand but rather be engaged in long-term relationships. Rather than having a lot of partners, he’s experienced in getting to know someone in their deepest aspects and satisfying them. 

F - FAVOURITE POSITION

A good old missionary is definitely his go-to position, he’s a traditional guy after all. Think he’d also love to have you riding him in his gaming chair. And when he’s really feeling in the mood, he’s definitely bending you over and taking you doggystyle. 

G - GOOFY (are they more serious or not in the moment ?)

He’s maybe one of the members that is the most in this serious side. His slips up would mainly be due to some awkwardness or shyness sometimes, but further in your relationship, it’s not even a concern anymore. He prefers to be fully focused on you and your reactions when you’re getting intimate. 

H - HAIR

Wonwoo is more on the clean side, he prefers his hair to be trimmed and well taken care of. 

I - INTIMACY (are they romantic ?)

Oh, boy, yes he is. He’s the kind of guy who doesn’t need a special occasion to lay you down gently on the bed and decide to spoil you - he does it just because, just for the pleasure of it. At least one time per month, he takes a mandatory day off to spend it with you at home, taking care of each other and sharing some quality time. If there was a personification of romanticism, it would probably be him. 

J - JACK OFF

He doesn’t really feel the need to do it very often. Most of the time, what gets him horny is you and your presence in the same room as him so he doesn’t have to rely on his hands. The only times he may indulge in some alone time would be if he’s really tired or frustrated, especially if he’s away for tour or work. And even in that case, he can only cum if his mind is plagued with images of you. 

K - KINKS

Let me start with the most obvious one but Wonwoo definitely likes cockwarming. Best scenario is him relaxing with a few games after a long day, you on his lap with his cock buried in your warm cunt, and your sweet presence all around him. It’s just so intimate and cozy that he can’t help but crave it. Though, it always ends with him carrying you to bed and fucking you slowly until the two of you fall asleep, cuddled against each other. And in these moments, he’s definitely covering you in praises and compliments, he’ll literally worship your body just because he thinks you’re too pretty for this world. On the complete opposite side of this, he’s into dacraphilya a lot. When he’s in the mood to tease, he’s restless and will pester you until you cry from how mean he is. But don’t worry, he’ll definitely kiss your wet cheeks afterwards. To go with that, he’ll love to deny you of your orgasms and edge you until your eyes fill up with tears and you can’t do anything but call out his name. He’s big on knowing you’re his - despite not being jealous - so any physical mark left on your body is a win. Paradoxically to his cleanliness, the thought of breeding you makes him go crazy as well, but he’s really not ready to become a dad yet. 

L - LOCATION (favourite places to do it)

I don’t feel like he’d be into public sex, for him it’s something that’s yours and that you should only share with each other. Of course the bedroom is part of his favourite places, his gaming chair, the couch and basically anywhere in the comfort of your home. 

M - MOTIVATION (what turns them on)

When you’re moving your hands around when you’re talking. Every mention of you being his girlfriend, or even better, if you call yourself his future wife as a joke (it’s definitely not a joke for him). If you take an interest in video games for him or play with him. You in his clothes. 

N - NO

As mentioned before, Wonwoo is quite possessive and likes to know you’re his. So obviously, sharing you with anyone else is off the table. 

O - ORAL

Wonwoo loves foreplay, loves to take his time prepping you before doing anything. So oral is definitely on the table and he particularly loves the sounds you make whenever he goes down on you. He’s so tender with it as well : caressing and leaving kisses all over your body and your thighs, always asking before doing more… In one word, he’s perfect. He always starts off slow, licking at your folds, slightly sucking on your clit - building up the pleasure. Until you can’t take it anymore and tell him to really do it and he doesn’t let you breathe until you’ve come. 

He’s more of a giver, and I think he has trouble accepting that you want to take care of him too (an underlying praising kink for sure). You’ll have to work a little bit for him to let you return the favour, but once he got a taste of your mouth on him, well, he’s a lot more pliant and lenient. He likes to be at your service, so he struggles to let go but whenever he feels your lips around his cock, it’s like his brain deactivates and he gets lost in the moment. And he doesn’t stop praising you for even one second whenever you’re going down on him. One thing about him is that he’s still a service top, so he’ll always ask where you want him to cum. 

P - PACE

Most of the time, he likes to take it slow and deep, really taking his time and enjoying the moment to the max. He loves to be able to talk to you through it too, to kiss you, to admire the way your face gets transformed by the pleasure. 

Q - QUICKIE

Wonwoo’s not the biggest fan of them, because as stated before, he likes to take his time with you. Plus, quickies are most of the time semi-public and he prefers the comfort of your home to get intimate.  The only time I could see him indulging in this would be quickly fucking at home before going out to dinner or joining friends for a night out because you just looked too pretty all dolled up. 

R - RISK (do they like to experiment ?)

I feel like he’s someone who knows himself very well, so he’s very aware of what he likes and doesn’t like and therefore, he might be a bit closed off to testing out new things at first. He would test out things with you if you’d ask him, but he’d have no shame being honest on if he liked something or not and he expects the same honesty from you. 

S - STAMINA

He’s got a lot, obviously. Though I think since he’s really into taking his time and making the moment last with foreplay, there would not be a lot of rounds, but long ones. Two rounds is definitely more than enough to satisfy you with him. 

T - TOYS

Wonwoo is not a big of them, partly because he prefers to have his hands or his mouth on you, partly because of his possessiveness - he won’t let a toy take his place. And he knows it’s dumb, knows that many of his friends use them with their girlfriend, but he just can’t bring himself to like using them together. He really doesn’t mind receiving photos of you playing with them though.

U - UNFAIR (how much they like to tease)

Depends on his mood, but most of the time, he’s sweet and only teases for a few seconds before giving up and giving you what you want. He can get quite mean when he’s tired or when you really got on his nerves and been a brat. 

V - VOLUME (how loud they are)

I don’t think he’s very loud, the only sounds that can be heard coming from him are deep groans and grunts. Mostly, he talks you through it and praises you. When he’s close, his moans are a bit more high pitched and he often lets out your name. 

W - WILD CARD 

I’m 99,9999% sure that he has already let you ride him while he was playing video games with the members, and of course, with his mic on, telling you to be quiet as a punishment because you had pissed him off all day. 

X - X-RAY

Is it necessary to tell you that he’s big ? Because he definitely is. He’s long, heavy and thick, and it’s a blessing he likes to take it slow. 

Y - YEARNING (how high is their sex drive)

I don’t think it’s too high on the daily, especially if he’s not seeing anyone. But when he’s in love, he’s all over his partner. Because what do you mean he gets to have you everyday, whenever he wants to ? Knowing you’re his definitely is what makes Wonwoo’s sex drive sky rocket. 

Z - ZZZ (how fast they fall asleep)

He always waits for you to fall asleep first, your calm breathing putting him to sleep. He particularly loves to hold you against him when you’re not wearing anything because he appreciates the skin to skin contact a lot.

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It has been almost 3 weeks of your job in Choi Enterprise, and everything is going very smoothly. Everyone there is super friendly and helpful. You made friends on the second day of your work. Mind you, you don't open up that easily. So, considering that, you are quite surprised yourself. Everyone was so nice to you, including the boss who was a bit aged, since the first day, but the special three, Soonyoung, Seokmin and Seungkwan, really made office time so fun.

The only thing you can complain about is the amount of work they let you do. It's your first job and you really have to experience corporate life, so it's taking time for you to adjust, but that's fine considering the money they pay. Overall, you are having a fun time.

Today, there is a meeting organised in the office so that employees and the staff together can meet the new CEO after Mr. Choi retires next week. According to gossip monger Seungkwan, the next CEO will be Mr. Choi’s son. Everyone is yet to meet and know him, as he was abroad from South Korea for his studies. Everyone is very excited and curious at the same time because no one has any clue how the new CEO is.

At 11 am sharp, Mr. Choi entered the auditorium of the office. But you didn't get a glimpse of his son.

That's weird. You thought.

But your thoughts were interrupted when Mr. Choi started speaking.

“It's a very special moment for me and my family. After all, my son is taking over my spot, and I can't be more proud of him. I have seen him work so hard for this position. Any other person would have taken it for granted and would have not worked so hard. But I have seen him working day and night to prove himself that he was worthy of this position.”

You smiled listening to him. It's a big day for Mr. Choi and his son. And seeing Mr. Choi getting emotional made everyone a bit emotional as well.

“He studied at Seoul High School and graduated with flying colours.”

Seoul High School?

You graduated from Seoul High School as well. You might know him.

“How about you come to the stage, Seungcheol.”

What?

Seungcheol?

You turned back with so much force that you might have snapped your head open. You looked behind and saw Seungcheol standing.

Damn, he looks good.

He always did, but now he looks like a man. A man you can be dependent on. He was all broad and muscular.

He is really hitting the gym hard.

Your mouth was so wide open Seungkwan had to physically close it. That's when you snapped back to reality. You looked at your surroundings and saw Seokmin and Soonyoung laughing while Seungkwan was judging you hard.

“Stop giving him fuck-me eyes.”

Now how will you say that you really don't have to give him fuck-me eyes? He used to fuck you anyway. How can you tell them that this guy is your fucking ex? The ex you promised to get married to, the ex you imagined a future with. Your one and only ex.

“Yaahh, Choi Seungcheol. Come back.” You chased after your boyfriend after he decided to steal your bra. That's normal for him. “No way. Catch me and take it by yourself. Your mom didn't raise a loser.”

He started twirling your bra with his index finger.

“That's not your fucking basketball, Seungcheol. Give it back to me.” You whined at the last part. “If it's so important to you, then why is it in my bag and not on you or in your drawer?” He asked, raising his thick eyebrows. “How would I know that? I know you stole my bra.”

Hearing your accusation, Seungcheol was stunned. He gasped and started sulking. “Why would I steal your bra?” He came closer to you, visibly pouting. “I don't know. Maybe because you're a pervert?”

“A pervert? What do you mean?” You started laughing after seeing his eyes go wide like saucers. “Yah! Why are you laughing?” He whined, complaining to you.

“Maybe because I find you way too cute. Now please give me my bra back, Cheol.”

He rolled his eyes, but you could see his smile. “Fineee. But give me a kiss first.” You chuckled and connected your lips with his. He held your waist to deepen the kiss with a smile on his face.

You both were the school’s sweethearts. All the PDA either made people coo in awe or just gag out of jealousy. You both were attached at the hip even before your relationship. Friends to lovers, they said. You never met anyone like Seungcheol, and it was natural to have a crush on him. But all you could think about was the friendship, and so you always stepped back.

One fine day, when a guy came up to you and asked if you were available, Seungcheol saw red. Before you could even reply, he rejected him on behalf of you. Turns out he was in the same situation as you. He had the fattest crush on you but couldn't do anything due to his fear of damaging the friendship.

Since then, you both became the “IT COUPLE” of your school.

Everything was going great until you realised that Seungcheol had to leave abroad for his studies and had no clue when he would come back. You were scared that he would never return and decide to stay there forever. And as much as you hate to admit it, you were quite dumb at making decisions back then. So you broke up with him, thinking it would hurt less, and eventually you would move on.

Well, jokes on you, because you were far away from moving on. Seeing him after so many years, all you could think about was that you still liked him. Or maybe loved him. You don't know anymore.

Seungcheol stepped onto the stage and started speaking.

“Dad, you're too sweet for this, but it's because of your dedication towards me to make me a better child that I have reached this place.”

Someone please tell him to shut up because it's not helping.

“And I will give my best to make sure that I make this place a safe and comfortable place for everyone.”

“But I also would like to say I might not be as sweet as my dad was. I believe in working more than anything. It doesn't mean that you are being restricted in anything. No, feel free to be who you are. But I want seriousness during work. I really don't like when people just roam–”

Shit.

He saw you.

His mouth parted like a fish. And he forgot where he was. Meeting the love of his life after so many years like this was not what he thought he would feel, but here we are.

“A-and yeah, that's it. It will be a pleasure working here. Thank you.”

Why the hell was he stuttering now?

All you could do was stare right at him. Your body was not able to move. It felt like it had been glued to the seat.

Seokmin noticed this and came closer to you.

“Hey, are you okay?” You snapped out of the trance and forced a smile. “Yeah, Min, I am fine,” you said. “Do you by any chance know him?” He nodded his head towards Seungcheol.

“Uh... I think I do. We might have gone to the same high school, though I am not sure.” You lied through your teeth, but you couldn't tell them this. Not yet.

“Oh, that's great! I think he recognises you. He has been looking at you only.” Seokmin was not wrong. After coming down from the stage, he had been staring at you. VERY OBVIOUSLY.

What's wrong with him? you thought. You avoided his gaze through the meeting.

After the meeting got dismissed, you were the first one to move out of the auditorium. If you had stayed there and seen him staring at you like that, you would have thought he still liked you or something.

Which is not possible after the pain you have given him.

You sat down on your cabin chair and started working, hoping it would distract you. But no, everyone had different plans. Every single female employee, and even some of the male ones, came to your cabin just to talk about how handsome Choi Seungcheol was. By the end of the day, you were so frustrated that you even ignored Seungkwan, Seokmin, and Soonyoung, who were waving their hands to say goodbye.

All you wanted was a warm shower to clear your head. But it wasn't helping. Whenever you closed your eyes, all you could see was Seungcheol. He had changed so much. All those boyish features had been replaced. He still had that aura, though. The aura that made everyone on the football field listen to him and helped his team win every match. You could still sense that same aura. You knew he could order the whole committee around, and they would do it without a single complaint—not because of his position, but because of the kind of person he was.

But behind all of this, you felt like your Cheol had disappeared. You still remembered his tear-soaked face when you broke up with him. It still hurts. It felt like the wound was still fresh. The way he sobbed so hard. The way he begged you to stay. Yet you still decided to leave him. He promised you he would come back. Instead of believing him, you chose to stay stubborn and broke up with him. Only you knew how much you hated yourself for taking that step.

It wasn't your fault, though. You had seen so many relationships fall apart because people couldn't handle long distance. You had seen people slowly start hating the person who once meant the world to them simply because they couldn't fulfil each other's expectations. You couldn't let that happen to you and Seungcheol. You couldn't bear the thought of the two of you ending up hating each other. So you convinced yourself it was better this way, never realising you were unintentionally making him hate you anyway.

You came out of the long shower, changed into your PJs, and plopped down on your bed. You weren't hungry enough to eat anything. Instead, you grabbed your laptop and opened one of your folders.

"Seungcheol and his side quests."

A small smile spread across your face as you looked at the folder before clicking on it.

"Ayoo! This is Choi Seungcheol, and today I am going to show you how to backflip."

Seungcheol placed your video camera on the edge of the sofa so it could capture his backflip.

"Can you please stop filling my storage with your hobbies?" you asked from the kitchen counter.

"You are at my dorm. Learn to respect me," Seungcheol said with an attitude.

"Okay. No kisses for a week."

And there you go. Seungcheol immediately came pouting towards you, asking for forgiveness. He started whining about how he couldn't survive a whole week without your kisses. You were hell-bent on not giving in. The camera had long been forgotten and completely ignored.

You noticed another video, wondering if you should click on it.

But you did anyway.

“How do you think the first person on Earth knew that shitting is a normal thing? Like, did they eat it?” You were recording the sunset when Seungcheol decided to ask you this horrendous question.

“Seungcheol, eww! I am recording. Why would you say that?” He laughed, and you panned the camera towards him.

“Guys, you can see how some handsome men speak behind everyone's back.” That only made him laugh harder. “You called me handsome. I don't care what anyone else says.”

He pinched your cheeks before taking the camera from your hands to record you instead.

“Now show us your outfit. Twirl... twirl... yeahhhh. Flip your hair. AHHHHH. So pretty.” You blushed, smacked his arm, and took the camera back to record both of you. “Okay, so future ___ and Seungcheol—”

Seungcheol, ever the annoying human, interrupted you.

“How about we say future Mr. and Mrs. Choi?” You stared at him. “Are you proposing to me?” “I don't have to propose, baby. We ARE getting married.” You couldn't help but coo at him. “ You've already decided our future. Awww.”

It all became background noise as you could no longer hold back your tears. You shut your laptop and drifted off to sleep.

One week later.

Today, there was going to be a farewell party for Mr. Choi and a welcome party for the junior Mr. Choi. What else were you supposed to call him? Until Mr. Choi was still here, you had to settle with Junior Mr. Choi. After that, the honorifics would do.

So where were we?

Yeah... the farewell party.

FAREWELL PARTY.

Which meant Junior Choi would also be there. Which meant ignoring him all over again. You were terrified of what might happen after he officially joined.

Whatever.

Right now, you were busy ignoring Seungcheol because he was making it his mission to stay near you.

What does he want? you thought. Why was he always so close to you?

He kept trying to strike up a conversation, even when you were standing with another group of people.

Another group meaning Seokmin, Soonyoung, and Seungkwan.

“So, you went to the same high school as our ___?” You looked at Seungkwan with wide eyes because why would he say that?

“Oh yeah, how do you all know, by the way?” Seungcheol looked at Seungkwan and then at you. His expression was unreadable.

“Oh well, you see... Seokmin knows everything about ___. So that's valid. He knows this too.”

Seungkwan chuckled. CHUCKLED? After saying something so diabolical for the situation you were in?

Seungcheol looked at Seokmin, then at the little space between the two of you. His jaw clenched, and so did his fist. It lasted only for a brief moment. No one noticed.

But you did.

Of course you did.

“But on a serious note, we knew that ___ studied at Seoul High School. And when Mr. Choi announced that you studied there as well, it was obvious that you both knew each other.”

Seungkwan clarified, making Seungcheol relax a little.

Why was he acting like that?

“Were you both in the same class? We keep asking her, but she never replies. She just says she forgot, which is ridiculous, by the way, because how can someone forget that, right?”

Soonyoung started rambling, and you wanted to choke him right then and there. You were not comfortable talking about all this after what you had done. You couldn't even make eye contact with him without remembering what you did to him.

Before Seungcheol could even say anything, Seokmin noticed that you weren't comfortable and spoke up.

“I don't think ___ is feeling well. I'll take her somewhere less crowded. You all can talk. I'll bring her back once she's feeling better.”

Now that's exactly why you loved Seokmin. Platonically. He knew you so well. After Seungcheol, if there was someone who truly understood you, it was Seokmin.

As you stood up, Seungcheol stood as well.

“Umm... Seokmin, right? I'll take her. I need to talk to her about the work she's in charge of anyway.”

He gently took your hand from Seokmin's before he even had time to process what had happened.

“Only if you're okay with it,” Seungcheol said, his voice suddenly soft and gentle.

You realised you couldn't keep running away from him forever, so you simply nodded.

You both walked towards the corridor. An awkward silence settled between you, but he was the first to break it.

“Uh... long time no see.” You looked at him and gave him a small smile. “Yeah... it's really great to meet you again.” He smiled too. Slipping one hand into his pocket, he asked, “So... how's life going?”

He genuinely wanted to talk to you. There was no point in ignoring him anymore. After all, you were going to work under him now.

“It's great. I love working here. Mr. Choi, your father, is an amazing man. I loved working for him. I hope I can say the same about you too, Junior Choi.”

You joked. He let out a genuine laugh. “I like that name.” His dimples appeared. Damn. You had forgotten just how cute those were.

“I like being creative. You know that.” Seungcheol looked straight into your eyes before letting out a quiet breath. “Yes. I know. More than anyone here.” There it was. The conversation you had been dreading.

“So... relationship status?” Of course he would ask that. “Uh... nothing. I just want to focus on work and life.” You answered.

“So you're single? What about Seokminie... or Seokjin... or whatever his name was?” So he was jealous. This man never changed. “Nothing. He's just my friend.”

He nodded before turning to look out of the corridor window.

“I swear I'm not trying to make you uncomfortable... But what was the reason you broke up with me? I thought we were perfect. We matched each other. For me... you were it. I never felt anything for anyone after you.”

You felt your eyes sting with tears. You have always been an emotional person. But you couldn't cry in front of him.

“Seungcheol... I know what happened wasn't fair to you, but I don't think we can go back to what we were.”

You held his hand as you said it because you knew he would break down.

“But why? Why, ___? Was I not good enough for you? Didn't I make you as happy as you made me?”

By now, he was shaking, tears streaming down his face.

You pulled him into your arms, resting his head against your neck as you gently rubbed his back, trying to calm him down.

“Seungcheol, calm down. You're okay. Just breathe.”

You knew he had gone through a lot. More than you, he had suffered. You left him without any explanation, and it was only natural for him to think it was his fault. But you couldn't let him believe that.

He was the best man you had ever met. He would have sacrificed everything for you, and that was never what you wanted. You wanted him to achieve everything he dreamed of without having to look back because of you.

But not anymore. He was back. He wasn't going anywhere this time.

And if he still wanted you, you would love to give the two of you the second chance you had both needed for so long.

“Seungcheol... I am really sorry. I know my apology won't change anything. But... I-I was scared. I was really scared. What if you left me forever? What if you never came back? I had seen so many people break because of long distance, and I really didn't want that.”

You cupped his face and wiped away his tears.

“I was also scared because I knew you would've given up your dreams if I had told you the real reason. And you're too stubborn, you know that.” You joked.

Seungcheol laughed through his tears.

“I tried to protect both of us, but I only ended up hurting you in the process. I really don't deserve you, Seungcheol.”

That made Seungcheol look at you with wide eyes.

“Are you crazy? You're the one for me. I know what you did was wrong, but you did it because you wanted to protect us. You don't know how hard it was for me to survive. All I could think about was why I wasn't a better boyfriend to you.”

You immediately shook your head.

“No. Don't think like that. You were the best thing that ever happened to me.”

You rested your forehead against his. “Will you give me a second chance, ___?” Seungcheol asked, his eyes full of hope. “Please. I really need you. I really do.”

He held your hand and gave you those familiar puppy eyes. You had never been able to resist them. It was only fair that you gave in once again.

“Yes, Seungcheol. I would love to give us a second chance. I really want to show you how wrong my decision was and how I regretted it every single day. I am really sorry, Seungcheol.” He nodded.

“It's okay. Just give me a kiss, and I'll be fine.”

You chuckled and connected your lips with his. The kiss was filled with love and warmth. He pulled you closer by your waist and deepened the kiss. Your hands automatically travelled to his nape, pulling him even closer, if that was even possible.

After the lack of oxygen forced you to pull away from the kiss, he chased your lips like he always did whenever you kissed. You giggled.

“You really didn't change a bit.” Seungcheol bit his lower lip with a coy smile. “I'll never change for you.”

That earned a laugh from you.

“Ew, so cheesy. Wait, I need to ask you one thing. You never told me you were Mr. Choi's son back in high school. I was so shocked when I saw you.”

Seungcheol looked dumbfounded. “I thought you knew. I thought you joined the company because of me.” The audacity. “Are you serious, Seungcheol?”

He giggled at your reaction before pecking your cheek. “Of course not. But I really thought you knew who my father was in high school. Because the day you joined, my father told me.”

He cleared his throat before imitating his father.

“Your ex-girlfriend might have joined the company. So... yeah, that's how I found out.” That's when it finally clicked.

His father had known you from the very beginning. Wow. “So your father knew me?”

He looked at you with a deadpan expression. “Of course he did. In fact, my whole family knew you. They still do. I used to boast about you to everyone. Even my one-year-old niece, remember? I used to talk to her about you all the time. So it's obvious my father recognised you.”

You pinched his cheeks hard. He hissed in pain. “What the hell? Why?”

Instead of answering, you shook your head and pulled him into another kiss. This kiss was nothing like the one before. The first kiss had been light, almost playful, a smile shared against each other's lips.

This one stole the breath from both of you. It deepened almost instantly, driven by all the emotions you had both kept buried for years. “Okay... so are we continuing this at your place or mine?” You asked while panting. “Mine is closer.” He replied with a smirk.

“What are we waiting for then?”

The door clicked shut behind them. The apartment was dim, lit only by the city glow filtering through the curtains. Seungcheol's tie was already loose, his jacket discarded somewhere between the hallway and the living room. You stood near the entrance, still catching your breath, the buzz of wine and goodbyes clinging to your skin.

He turned to face you, dark eyes scanning you from head to toe. There was no hesitation, no tenderness, just raw want, sharp and immediate. He crossed the distance in three strides, one hand gripping your waist, the other sliding into your hair, tilting your head back.

His mouth was on yours. Rough, demanding, tasting of whiskey and hunger. His tongue pushed past your lips, deep and possessive, while his hand slid down your back, gripping the curve of your ass through the thin fabric. You moaned into him, pressing your body against his, feeling the hard length of him through his trousers.

He backed you against the wall, breaking the kiss only to trail his lips down your neck, biting at the sensitive skin just below your ear. "I'm going to fuck you," he said, each word deliberate. "But first, I want to taste you. I want to hear you beg."

You nodded, breathless, as he dropped to his knees in front of you. His hands found the hem of your dress, pushing it up your thighs until the fabric bunched around your waist. He hooked his fingers into the waistband of your lace panties and pulled them down, letting them fall to your ankles. You stepped out of them, and he looked up at you, eyes dark with need.

"Spread your legs," he ordered.

You obeyed, widening your stance, bracing against the wall. He leaned in, his breath hot against your slick folds. The first touch of his tongue, flat, slow, savoring made you gasp. He licked from your entrance to your clit, then back down, circling, tasting, drinking you in. His hands gripped your thighs, spreading you further, holding you open as he buried his face between your legs.

"Oh, fuck," you whimpered, fingers tangling in his hair.

He responded by sucking your clit into his mouth, flicking it with the tip of his tongue. You bucked against his face, and he growled, the vibration sending sparks through your core. One hand left your thigh, and you felt his fingers slide through your wetness, circling your entrance before pushing in one, then two, crooked just right.

"You're so wet for me," he said against you, his voice muffled but clear. "This pussy missed me."

"Yes—god, yes, it did—"

He pumped his fingers slowly at first, curling to hit that spongy spot inside you, while his mouth worked your clit in relentless circles. Your knees trembled. The wall was the only thing keeping you upright. The pressure built low in your belly, a coil tightening with every lick, every stroke.

"I love you," you gasped, the words tumbling out before you could think. "I love you, Seungcheol—"

He stopped. His fingers stilled inside you, and he pulled his mouth away, looking up at you. His lips were glistening, his jaw tense. For a moment, his eyes widened, something raw and vulnerable flickering across his face. A crack in the dominant facade. You saw the emotion hit him, the weight of those three words after everything. The breakup, the years apart. His jaw clenched, and his breath hitched.

Then he blinked, and the mask slid back into place. He curled his fingers harder, pressing against that spot again, and his mouth returned to your clit with renewed ferocity.

"Say it again," he demanded, voice rough.

"I love you," you repeated, crying out as he drove his fingers deeper, faster, his tongue relentless.

"Again."

"I love you—fuck—Seungcheol—"

He sucked harder, fingers pounding into you, and the coil snapped. Your orgasm crashed through you, waves of pleasure so intense you couldn't breathe. Your walls clenched around his fingers, and you felt the gush, warm, wet, spraying against his hand, his face, soaking his shirt. He didn't stop, licking and fucking you through it, drawing out every spasm until you collapsed against the wall, trembling, a mess.

Only then did he pull back, wiping his chin with the back of his hand, watching you with a satisfied smirk. He stood, crowding you, pressing his damp lips to your forehead.

"I love you too," he whispered, barely audible, but you caught it. "Always have. Always will."

Then he took your hand and led you to the bedroom, already unbuckling his belt.

The bedroom door swung open, and Seungcheol's hand was on your back, guiding you forward until your knees hit the edge of the mattress. He didn't bother with the lights, the city glow was enough, painting the room in shades of amber and shadow. The bed creaked as you fell onto it, your dress still bunched around your waist, your thighs slick and trembling.

He stood at the foot of the bed, silhouetted against the window, working his belt free with deliberate slowness. The metal clinked, and he pulled the leather strap through the loops, letting it drop to the floor. Then his hands moved to his button, his zipper. His trousers fell, and he stepped out of them, his cock springing free, already hard, flushed, the tip glistening.

"On your hands and knees," he said, voice low and even. "Face down. Ass up."

You scrambled to obey, turning over, pressing your chest into the sheets, pushing your hips up into the air. The position made you feel vulnerable, exposed, and you loved it. You could feel your own wetness dripping down your inner thigh, the ache between your legs demanding more.

He climbed onto the bed behind you, the mattress dipping under his weight. His hands found your hips, gripping hard, fingers digging into the soft flesh. He leaned over you, his chest brushing your back, his mouth at your ear.

"You're so beautiful like this," he whispered, his breath hot. "All mine. This pussy is mine. Say it."

"Yours," you breathed. "It's yours."

He pulled back just enough, and you felt the head of his cock pressing against your entrance, teasing, sliding through your slick folds without entering. You whimpered, pushing back against him, but his hands held you still.

"Not yet," he said. "I want to feel you come around me. But first, I want to hear you say it again."

You knew what he wanted. You turned your head, cheek against the pillow, looking back at him over your shoulder. "I love you, Seungcheol. I've always loved you. Even when I said I hated you, I loved you."

His jaw tightened. For a second, the dominant mask cracked again, his eyes glistening, a shudder running through his shoulders. He pressed his forehead against your shoulder blade, breathing slowly, steadying himself. Then he lifted his head and drove into you in one sharp, brutal thrust.

You cried out, a desperate, broken sound, as he filled you completely. He paused, buried to the hilt, letting you feel every inch of him. His fingers dug into your hips so hard you knew there would be bruises tomorrow.

"Fuck," he groaned, his voice strained. "You feel… you feel like home."

He began to move, slow at first, pulling almost all the way out before slamming back in. Each stroke was deep and deliberate, hitting that spot inside you that made your vision blur. The rhythm built, faster, harder, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room.

He reached around, his hand finding your clit, rubbing in tight circles in time with his thrusts. The dual stimulation was overwhelming, his cock stretching you, his fingers working your sensitive nub, the pressure building again even though you'd just come minutes ago.

"That's it," he growled, his pace quickening. "I want to feel you squirt on my cock. I want to watch you fall apart."

You were already close, the coil tightening, your moans turning into incoherent pleas. "Please—please, I'm gonna—"

"Come for me," he ordered, his voice a command, not a request. "Now."

And you did. The orgasm hit you like a wave, your body convulsing, your walls clenching around him. You felt the gush of fluid release, soaking his thighs, the sheets, everything. He kept thrusting through it, driving deeper, chasing his own release.

"Fuck—fuck—" His rhythm faltered, his grip on your hips going white-knuckled. With a guttural groan, he buried himself deep and spilled inside you, hot and thick, filling you completely. His body shuddered, his forehead pressed against your spine, his breath ragged.

For a long moment, neither of you moved. The only sounds were your mingled breaths, the distant hum of the city, the sticky warmth between your legs.

Slowly, he pulled out, and you collapsed onto your side, spent. He laid beside you, pulling you into his arms, his chest against your back, his arm wrapping around your waist. He pressed a kiss to your shoulder.

"I love you too," he said again, softer this time, the words settling into the quiet. "I'm not letting you go again."

You turned in his arms, facing him, your forehead against his chin. "Me too."

He chuckled, a low, tired sound. "That's my girl.”

His hand slid down your stomach, resting just above where he'd been moments ago, his thumb tracing lazy circles on your skin. The night stretched ahead, long and warm, and you knew this was only the beginning.

You woke up at the crack of dawn to the sight of Seungcheol's broad back. Your fingernail marks were scattered across his skin, reminding you of everything the two of you had done the night before. A blush slowly crept onto your face.

“Baby?” Seungcheol hummed sleepily “Why are you awake at this time?” he asked. You shrugged. “I don't know... I just woke up.”

You sat up in bed, and he followed, a dorky smile spreading across his face. Wrapping his arms around your waist, he rested his head on your shoulder.

“So, how are you feeling now?” he asked. You looked at him, your faces only inches apart, before placing a small peck on his lips. “I’m feeling great. Just a bit sore. Nothing I'm not experienced with.” His smile widened.

“So... did you mean what you said last night?” He asked it so hopefully that he looked like an adorable little puppy. You decided to tease him.

“Eh? What? I don't know what you're talking about. Why don't you tell me what I said?” He immediately pouted and started whining.

“What do you mean you don't know? You literally said 'I love you' while I was... you know... and you said it again when we were together. Stop acting. What the hell? Why are you laughing?”

You couldn't hold it in anymore and burst into laughter. He was definitely going to sulk, but it was worth it. “Oh my... You still act like a seven-year-old, huh?”

You smiled, cupping his cheek.

“But yes... I did say I love you. And I meant every word of it.” You paused for a second before smiling a little wider. “I also remember you saying you loved me. Now tell me... did you mean it?”

Instead of answering, Seungcheol leaned in and kissed you.

“I'll always love you. No matter what. You're the best thing that's ever happened to me. I'm never letting you go again. You're stuck with me forever.”

He finished with one last gentle peck on your lips.

You smiled before throwing your pillow straight at his face.

“Oww! Why did you do that? Come back!”