Yeo’s Baby

The dingy town supermarket comes into view and you slow to make a graceful turn into the mildly busy parking lot. Your slides cushion your socked feet as you hop off your truck, slamming the door shut. You huff walking towards the entrance, sparing a single glance at the inflatable dancing man on the roof of the building, the printed on smile seemingly mocking you.

Grabbing a cart, you begin to load your groceries for the week, starting at the produce section, you begin to make your way around the store. The faint chatter and occasional echo of the cashier scanners eases your mind, just enough for you to focus on the task at hand and quickly make your way towards the front for check out.

You swallow thickly when you realize Yunho was working today—of course he was. It seemed like the universe always wanted him there when you came in for your weekly supply of food; and of course in the span of the 20 minutes you’d spent loading your cart they had closed all the lanes leaving one open—Yunho’s. He stands behind the register, tall as he’d always been, toothpick hanging from the corner of his mouth, hair slightly disheveled and a light sheen of sweat glazing over his skin. He gives a charming smile to the mom in front of you and she almost drops the change in her hand, clearly faltering at Yunho’s actions.

“Thank you very much, see you soon Marlene.” He says and you almost can’t hold back an eyeroll.

“Oh look who’s here.”

You scoff at his words.

“Hi Yunho.” It’s final, you didn’t want to converse with him, not now, not while you looked like this. But of course, he’d do anything to see you miserable.

“You’re not hot in that thick ass sweater, looking like Adam Sandler dressed you.”

Ouch.

You didn’t think your outfit was that bad, after all it was a lazy weekday afternoon, you didn’t feel like dressing up so you settled for basketball shorts and a large hoodie that swallowed your frame almost entirely.

“Uh no, I am perfectly chilled.” Sarcasm dripped off your voice, it was a lie though because your skin had begun heating up under the thick material, breaking you out into a sweat.

Yunho smirked, as he began scanning your items. He purposefully dragged through the motions, taking longer than needed. You crossed your arms over your chest, looking around—looking anywhere but at him, still you felt his hot gaze on your face. 

“You going to Brody’s Annual Beer Tasting tomorrow?” Your eyes snap back to his.

“No.”

“You know,” He began, pulling the toothpick out of his mouth to point at you.

“You always have your panties all in a twist. Maybe you should go. It would do you some good.”

“Excuse me?” Your brows furrowed, suddenly feeling extremely offended at his words. Panties in a twist? Who did he think he was?

“Can you just finish so I can pay?” Your clear frustration made him chuckle.

“Alright alright, don’t get all pissy on me.” He gives you your total and you quickly tap your card in a rush, anything to get the hell out of here as soon as possible. He hands you the bags and the gallon of milk you’d purchased.

“Hold on tight to the gallon sweetheart, wouldn’t want you crying over spilt milk too.” 

Your eyes narrowed to slits, if looks could kill he’d surely fall dead at your feet. Without much less of a thank you, you squeezed the handle of the jug and headed out. The soft breeze hits your face, cooling the heat of your skin. You throw everything in the passenger seat, closing the door and huffing at how your body had reacted to him—to Jeong Yunho of all people. It was impossible to breathe with the thick hoodie all of a sudden. So before you hopped in your truck you pulled it off, not giving a flying fuck at the fact that you hadn’t worn anything but a lace bra underneath. You toss it next to you as you begin to pull out of the parking spot, missing how Yunho’s gaze burned through you as he lit a cigarette and leaned against the wall outside of the market. A low chuckle rumbles through his chest, shaking his head and inhaling the smoke deep into his lungs.

You’d contemplated the beer tasting fest the rest of the evening after the supermarket. Maybe it would be good to go, socialize for a little bit, perhaps even bring someone home—because you so desperately needed it. But you also hated that if you ran into Yunho, it’d give him the satisfaction of knowing that you had taken his advice. 

Still, you showed up because fuck him right? In the tiniest shorts known to mankind, a red gingham top, and some boots, you walk through the grassy and muddy grounds of the fest, the sun beating down on you deliciously. On your right hand you carry a wicker fruit basket, a couple of apples and strawberries from stands you’d found along the way weighing it down.

Amidst the chaos of the townspeople you spot a familiar face. A face you knew all too well with the most delicate features you had ever seen. It was Seonghwa.

"Oh hey!” You greet coming up to stand in front of his massive display of raspberry and strawberry cases.

“Oh!” He blinks, clearly shocked at the fact that you were standing right in front of him.

You and Seonghwa went way back to middle school, and while he always loved to be involved in every little event this tiny ass town hosted, you on the other hand hated it. So yeah, it was a surprise you were even here right now.

He gives you a hug, pulling away while his slender hands remain on your shoulders.

“Why are you here? I thought you hated these things?” 

You shrug.

“I decided I should attend at least one of these silly little beer tasting festivals for once in my life”

Seonghwa nods carefully, eyes squinted like he could see right through your bullshit.

“That’s so unlike you. But who cares, glad you're here. Could I interest you in some Hwaberries?” 

You giggled at him as he joyfully motioned to his fruit stand.

“You could use them for a pie or something!” He clasps his hands, eyes beaming in the hopes that you’d give him your money.

“Okay, because it’s you I’ll buy some raspberries for pie.”

He smiles and gives you two small cases to which you add to your growing collection in your basket. 

“Thank you very much beautiful, may you prosper and glow like a goddess.” He blows you a kiss before you continue on your way.

By the time you had made it through the masses of fruit, trinkets and beer stands you were ready to call it a day and go home. The sun had suddenly become impossibly hot and you’re regretting the fact that you had biked all the way here. As you’re unhooking your bike from the rack, a voice calls you, a voice you knew all too well.

“Fuck.” You mutter under your breath, speeding through the motions to get the hell out of here before he gets too close but it’s no use because suddenly he’s behind you pinching a strand of your hair between his long fingers and giving a light playful tug. You turn around and there’s Yunho, with that damn toothpick in his mouth, looking down at you with pure mischief in his eyes.

“You here to make my life miserable again Jeong?”

He looks slightly taken aback but it doesn’t make the playfulness in his eyes falter.

“Can’t I just come say ‘hi’ to my favorite girl?”

That makes your tummy swirl, did he actually mean that? Who gives a shit, we’re supposed to hate him remember? The thought leaves your mind as soon as it comes.

“Hello Yunho.” You smile sarcastically. You’re about to turn away but he opens his mouth once more. 

“Are you making pie?” He asks, motioning down to the basket you’re holding. You look down at the fruit before turning your gaze back to him.

“Uh yeah, Seonghwa sold me some of his fresh berries.”

“Cool cool. So can I come?”

You arch an eyebrow at him.

“Can you come where?”

“To yours, I can help you, I have some secrets for a mean raspberry pie.”

You bite the inside of your cheek, no way would you let him see the effect he had on you, yet you had a feeling he already knew. You contemplate your answer, when you said you wanted to bring someone home this isn’t who or what you meant. In fact, you don’t even let your mind go there, not with him, not with Yunho of all people, not after what he did. He was an old friend, and old friend you’d lost connection and grown distant with…right? Right, he’s also an asshole so let’s keep it this way. Still some part of you wanted to say yes.

“No.”

An unreadable expression flashes across his face. He watches you dismount your bike and hop over the seat.

“C’mon let me drive you home at least. This sun is gonna take you down mid ride.”

You shake your head, securing your fruit basket to the handle.

“I’ll be okay, I don’t need your sudden random acts of kindness Yunho.”

He watches you take off, shaking his head and smirking as he fishes for his car keys from his pocket.

The heat is unforgiving, almost there, you try to remind yourself, chanting it in your head like a mantra in the hopes it’ll give you strength to not pass out on the side of the road. Maybe you should have taken the ride from Yunho but your pride was too important, you did not need him, not when he enjoyed giving you a hard time any time you crossed paths.

“And what? Now he’s trying to be nice? Unbelievable.” You muttered to yourself, scoffing at the entire interaction that had taken place just a couple minutes ago.

The faint sound of a car approaching reaches your ears, it gets louder the closer it gets. You wait for it to pass you, except it never does. When suddenly, 

“Stop being stubborn let me give you a ride, you have like two more miles to go.”

Yunho shouts out the window, slowly driving next to you as you try to pedal faster.

“You look like you’re about to pass out. I can see it in your face, you look like a tomato.”

“Can you stop being so annoying?” You shout back.

He shakes his head, “not until you let me give you a ride.”

You huff breaking and hopping off your bike, turning your head to look at him. Your sweaty hands grip the handlebars tightly. Your hair is matted to your forehead in sweat and your cheeks are indeed flushed, breath heaving. He stops the car and steps out.

“Get in the car.” He instructs.

He hands you your fruit basket and hauls your bike onto the bed of his truck.

“You’re fucking insane, biking in this heat.” He says when he gets back in the car, now driving down the empty road.

“I’m sorry?” You don’t even know why you’re apologizing, it just seemed like the right thing to say under the given circumstances.

“Do you hate me so much that you can’t even take a simple kind gesture from me?”

You remain silent, because there was no way you could answer him without the conversation going to places that you simply did not want to relive, not while he was right next to you. From your peripherals you can see him glance at you, waiting for an answer, you simply shrug.

“I’ve just been frustrated recently and your incessant need to annoy me any chance you get doesn’t help so how was I supposed to know that wasn’t your goal.”

He smirks. “What kind of frustration?”

“Really? That’s what you take away from what I just said?”

He shrugs, you smack his shoulder, unable to suppress the smile that breaks on your lips.

“Not even an ‘I’m sorry’ Jeong Yunho?”

“Right right, I’m sorry missus for any troubles that I’ve caused.” He jokes.

Suddenly his truck is pulling up the driveway of your home. Yunho wheels your bike all the way to your porch, propping it against the railing.

“Love what you’ve done with the flowers.” He points out, staring at the colorful, freshly bloomed florals that decorated the entirety of the front of the small house.

“Thanks, I figured I’d customize it a bit more since my parents are always away on business trips, I might as well consider myself living alone.”

He nods, not saying much of anything else to that.

“Thank you for the ride.”

He watches you unlock the front door and disappear into the abyss of your house. The house he saw every time he stepped out of his own home across the street, but hadn’t seen the inside of in years, not since that night. The night that changed yours and his relationship for the worst, the night that left you secretly hating him while also longing after him for the years to come. Yunho shakes the memory of you under him, your scent, your laugh, your soft skin against his calloused hands; the very same memories that hadn’t left his mind since, no matter how hard he tried. 

It had been a mess, simply because you and him had had a thing going on for months, something that seemed promising until one night he uttered the words that no one really ever wanted to hear, “I don’t think I’m ready for anything serious.” He regretted it after he had said it, but it was too late to take it back. He felt his heart hanging by the finest thread as he watched you sit on the edge of your bed with tears brimming your eyes just before you kicked him out. “Get the hell out of my house. I don’t want to see you ever again.”

‘Ever again’ seemed like an incredibly long time and while you stood on that promise it wasn’t long before you crossed paths again—perks of living in a small town, at least for Yunho. You tried to keep it cordial, it was just something that happened in the past right? A minor hiccup? Except no it wasn’t, because to you, Yunho would surely be the love of your life, after being childhood friends and growing up together you were sure you two were destined to end up together. He was supposed to be your happy ever after. 

What killed you the most was that no matter how much you wanted to hate him you couldn’t, because every night that you laid awake in your bed, your mind would always conjure up his face. It was like a slideshow, showcasing all the memories you had with him, especially those shared in your very own bedroom. You missed him, his touch, his heavy presence, you missed Jeong Yunho and maybe it was time for both of you to admit the unresolved feelings to yourselves.

You hated him a little less after he saved you from having a potential heat stroke, though he still remained just as obnoxious as before. Yunho knew you hated his smart mouth, but he loved to bask in your frustration because he knew that the searing irritation you felt could only ever be caused by him. You hated that your body and mind always had a reaction to him no matter what.

The mid afternoon is quiet, the grass looks greener as the days switch from Spring to Summer. You’re belly down on a picnic blanket in your backyard, your hands holding the flimsy pages of the book you’re currently nose deep in down. You’re completely oblivious as the latch of your side gate falls open. Yunho steps through quietly, he looks around the big yard until his eyes fall on your figure. You looked so delicate, just as delicate as the flowers you’d planted in your front yard. The sun hits you right, illuminating your soft skin and casting a halo around your frame. Nostalgia floods Yunho’s mind as he recalls sneaking through your yard and up the tree to your bedroom window many times as you navigated through high school and the first few years of college together till it came to an end all thanks to him.

He reaches for the hose, quietly turning the knob till the water fills the long green tube giving it shape. He holds the handle, aiming at you. Just as you turn the page he squeezes the lever releasing a surge of cold water directly onto you. You shriek loudly as Yunho laughs, getting closer and pelting you all over with the strong flow of water. He soaks you completely, book, blanket and all ruined by the frigid water.

“What the fuck! Stop that!” You scream reaching for the hose but failing miserably.

Yunho can’t help his laughter, he finally releases the handle and doubles over laughing, while you sit on your ruined blanket shivering like a leaf despite the heat of the sun.

“You fucking asshole, look at what you did!” The pout is evident in your voice as you raise your soggy book up, water running off it. You look at him with glassy eyes.

“What the hell is your problem Yunho?”

He finally catches his breath, just small giggles falling from his mouth as he takes you in. Your hair is soaked down to your white tank top that clings to your skin, your pebbled nipples protruding through the thin material. The plaid boxers you wore are soaked as well, sticking to your skin uncomfortably.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” He apologizes, though he can’t stifle the laugh that escapes his lips when you stand up with the soggy book and blanket in hand walking toward your back door.

“Wait where are you going?” He asks, only to be sent a nasty glare and a face full of door. Now suddenly things weren’t so funny. He turned off the water and wrapped up the hose, leaving your backyard with a bruised ego.

You watched him through your kitchen blinds as he walked across the street to his house. You huffed, leaning against your counter still dripping wet. You recalled the first time he’d done that, you were both in 8th grade, he knew you enjoyed reading in your backyard and just to tease you he had run up on you with the hose soaking you, just like he’d done now. That hadn’t been the last time either; it had almost become a summer occurrence, every year without fail until you stopped talking to him. Now, as you sat there soaked head to toe, you couldn’t help but wonder what had possessed him to do this again.

You had refrained from sitting in your backyard for the days to come, scared that Yunho would get more ideas and continue to pelt you in cold water. You couldn’t risk him ruining the brand new summer dresses you’d bought not too long ago. After about a week you were able to relax because you hadn’t seen Yunho since, not even in his front yard, his truck also missing from his driveway for the majority of the day.

The day had started just as lovely as it had been for the past week and according to the forecast the sun would be out all day. Your hands reached for the wooden clips holding your delicates that had been drying under the summer air, neatly folding them and tossing them in your laundry basket. You hummed to yourself, going through the motions in a gentle manner, no evident hurry in your ministrations.

“Are these yours?” A voice asks.

You jump, clutching one of your tank tops to your chest. You sigh because you already knew who it was.

“Can you stop sneaking into my backyard?” Your tone is less than nice.

Though Yunho remains unfazed. You finally turn to look at him and see he has one of your lacy bralettes in his hand, a smirk on his face as he eyes the delicate material.

“Yes they’re mine.” You mumble snatching it from his hand and tossing it into the basket, your cheeks burning hot. 

“Cute.” Is all he says followed by a pregnant pause before he’s opening his mouth again.

“You didn't mind when we were kids.” He stops, placing a cigarette between his lips before lighting it. “You know me sneaking into your backyard and stuff.”

“Yeah that was when we were kids.”

“So it’s not okay anymore? I’ve known you my whole life.” You roll your eyes, can he not be so oblivious right now? Why isn’t he realizing he hurt my feelings? 

You don’t say anything, just continue pulling clothes from the line till you have everything in your basket. 

He throws his head back, putting out the barely smoked cigarette, watching you walk towards your backdoor without a single word. The words are right at the tip of his tongue, he battles with himself until finally he spits out what he’s been wanting to say for years.

“I’m sorry, okay.”

You freeze.

“I’m sorry about that night. I didn’t mean it.”

You hear him go on, but you remain rooted to your spot because no way this was happening right now. Suddenly your limbs feel like jello as you turn to look at him and you wish you didn’t because god did he look good. 

“You don’t mean that.” You start, “you’ve had all this time and now is when you choose to apologize for your shitty actions?”

“Look, I didn’t think okay. I regretted it as soon as I said it. Believe me or not I don’t care because I know it’s true.” Yunho steps closer, his face is clear from the usual playfulness he carried around you.

“I’ve felt something towards you for so long and the way you ignore me and visibly hate me hurts me in my soul…it makes me hate myself.” He picks up one of your hands and places it in the center of his chest. You can feel his pounding heart under your finger tips.

“But I suck it up and I tease you and annoy you to no end just to get a reaction from you, because the way your cheeks flush and your nerves show makes me believe you still care.” Tears threaten to spill from your lash line yet you manage to contain them.

“Please, give me one chance to make this right please. A-and if I’m wrong, and this isn’t what you want then fine I’ll never bother you again.”

Memories dance across your mind the more you look at him and process the words tumbling from his mouth. You’d never seen this side of Yunho, no, this Yunho was desperate to make things right, this Yunho was as hopeful as you’d ever seen him. Something twists in your chest, you want to scream ‘yes!’jump on him, be close to him chest to chest but fear holds you back. He breathes heavily as he awaits a response. His hopes crumble in front of him as he watches you turn your gaze down, not a single word falling from your lips.

He’s suddenly on you, hands cupping your cheeks gently.

“Look at me.” He whispers. Your eyes dance up his face to meet his eyes, tears now overflowing your waterline and running down your cheeks in delicate lines.

“I’m sorry.” He repeats, “even if you don't want to try again, I need to know you forgive me.”

Words suddenly feel difficult to come by, so you nod and when you don’t say anything else, he pulls away. With slow steps he turns his body fully around and walks to the side gate. You watch him unmoving, what are you doing? You’ve waited for this, go after him! A voice echoes in your mind loudly, you blink slowly as you process. Your legs have a mind of their own, no longer rooted to the ground. You run after him, bare feet sinking into the freshly cut grass, dress flowing behind you. He’s halfway across your front yard when you see him.

“Wait Yunho!” He turns just in time as you manage to jump on him, arms wrapping around his neck. Your cherry lips press against his, it takes him a second to register what’s going on until he wraps his arms around your waist pulling you flush against him, his mouth moving against yours.

You pull away, interlacing your fingers with his and pulling him back the way you came. He follows, past your forgotten basket of clothes and through the back door straight to your room—the room he was all too familiar with. He manages to take in the few changes you’d made since he’d been in here, it’s more mature but still you. 

“Come here.”

He follows your command, stepping closer to you where you’re kneeling on your bed.

“Kiss me, Yunho please.”

There was nothing else to say, not when your body spoke for itself. You wanted him just as much as he wanted you, you’d been waiting for this—for his return. His large hand cups your face, lips mashing together in a sloppy wet kiss. Your hands go for his shirt, hands clawing into the soft material, desperate to find something to ground you.

Years of pent up desire, frustration and hidden feelings are revealed in the span of a couple of seconds, over flowing like a bathtub. It’s all laid out on the table, vulnerable—with nothing left to hide behind. Yunho can’t help the surge of emotions he suddenly feels. Desperation fills him along with the sudden realization that he’d had to deal with not having you for so long; it was frustrating. He pulls away, eyes dancing all over your face drinking in the rosy flush of your cheeks, the way your lips desperately suck in for air, the way the fabric of your dress is wrinkled at the waist from all the grabbing. His stare is anything but playful, it was a look you’d never seen before.

“You’re a fucking pain in the ass, did you know that?” 

His eyes are condescending, he tongues his cheek as he observes you, one of his thumbs running over your spit glossed lips. You shake your head, saliva pooling thickly in your mouth and heart lurching up your throat at his sudden switch in demeanor.

“I-I don’t know what you mean.”

There’s an incessant burn in your core, spreading like wildfire all through your lower body, your room feels hot, the air thick with tension.

His long fingers settle around your throat, pulling you closer causing a soft yelp to tumble from your lips.

“You don't know?” His stare burns through your skin. “Hm?” He shakes you lightly and you shake your head, hand wrapping around his wrist for stability.

“Always so pissy around me, teasing me in these skimpy little dresses. Dressed like a slut at the beer festival; for everyone to see what’s mine—what’s been mine.”

Yunho closes his eyes, composing himself, the burn in his core shooting straight to his lower half. His cock strains against the rough material but he controls himself—as best he can. It’s short lived because as soon as a needy whimper escapes your lips, it’s like all moral and patience has flown out the fucking window. His lips are suddenly back on yours, his hands working on his belt buckle, while you tug on his shirt, breaking the kiss momentarily to pull the garment over his head. The straps to your dress fall down your shoulders and that’s enough for Yunho to pause, and tug the material down and over your chest. His fingers toy with your buds sending a shiver down your body.

“F-fuck Yunho please!”

“Yeah?” He grits out, pulling the rest of your dress off, “what do you want?” 

“Fuck me please! Fuck me–” He grabs your arms, manhandling you down on the bed, the mattress squeaking under your combined weights. He’s slots himself your legs in the blink of an eye, your panties are the only thing separating you from him. A gasp escapes your lips when you feel his hard cock against you, just barely brushing over your sensitive cunt. Your own hands reach down to tug your panties off, you struggle, until Yunho helps you pull them off the rest of the way, tossing them somewhere in the room.

Suddenly it was like all those times before, when time would slow down and it felt like only you and him existed. Clothes scattered all over the floor and heavy breathing filling the room. God did it feel good to be back—to have you back. She’s mine, she’s mine, it echoes in Yunho’s brain, the words bouncing around his head.

“Ready?” 

Yunho asks, like he always did because you always struggled to fully take him, maybe you were too small or maybe he was just that big. His lips connect with yours as he guides his cock head up and down your slick slit, just back and forth with enough friction to leave you trembling. The mushroom tip catches your hole and suddenly he’s pushing in. You moan gasp against his lips and he takes the opportunity to slip his tongue in. Your hands claw at his back and he grips your wrists in his hands pushing them flush against the mattress at the same time his hips sink all the way against yours. The pressure is blissful, you struggle against his grip.

“F-fuck, oh mygod please.” It’s all jumbled, all incoherent. He sets a firm pace, what’s first passionate turns suddenly hungry. A dire need to claim you fills him. He sits back on his heels, his hands move to your waist where he grips you hard, pulling you against his hips bouncing you off him. He sinks all the way in with each thrust, his thick cock prodding at your cervix. Your warm walls hug him tightly and he swore he almost came on the spot. His eyes greedily roamed over you, from the way your eyes rolled to the back of your skull to the way your hands reached out for him to slow down. 

“Y-Yunho, too much it’s too–oh fuck.” You’re suddenly barreling towards something bigger than you could explain. It was almost inevitable. It starts at your core spreading over your belly and down your legs. Your cunt clamps down on Yunho’s cock desperate to reach that high end.

“Oh-” You blink up at him, eyesight blurry from the overwhelming tears brimming them.

“Good fucking girl baby.” He mutters.

Your orgasm hits you and Yunho has no intention of slowing down. He fucks into you as you shake in bliss. Your hips buck into him while at the same time trying to pull away. It was like your body was controlled by an outer force.

“O-oh fuck.” You look up at him through glazed eyes, lip caught between your teeth as you try to fight the noises threatening to spill from your lips. Finally Yunho slows down to just a mere drag of his hips, your body jolting with aftershocks in his grip.

“Please give me more, I want—“ the words stumble through a gasp, choking you up slightly. 

“More.” You strain, bucking your hips, sensitive walls pulsing around his thickness.

Yunho could cum from your words alone. You’re pure sin spread out for him on your bed, needier than he’d ever seen you. He pulls out gently, his hand coming around his cock giving himself a couple of slick strokes.

“Turn around baby.”

Your body feels like a sack of bones as you flip on your front. You extend your arms back without a word. Knowingly, Yunho grabs your wrists pinning them to your lower back. He guides himself back in, the angle change allows him to hit deeper. With a single press he has you seeing stars. You arch your hips more, the angle becoming lethal. He holds your wrists down as he pounds into you. Your cries get lost in the fabric of your pillow. Yunho’s gaze is focused on you; he could tell your face was contorting in pleasure despite only being able to see half of it and the way your body shook anytime his hips made contact with the globes of your ass inflated his ego just a bit.

His eyebrows are contorted, eyes focused. His bottom lip caught between his teeth as he sinks deeper. He feels his own end building up. His large hand lets your wrists loose and you take it upon yourself to reach between the gap of your pelvis and bed to rub on your sensitive nub. You work fast, ignoring the cramping of your wrist, all that mattered was your end. Your cries grow louder, mouth babbling nonsense. Yunho huffs, fingers now digging into your hips. His brown eyes fall shut and with a final thrust he stills. He tilts his head back and lets out what sounds like something between your name and a groan.

“Fuck!” His eyes screw tightly, the pulsing of his orgasm shaking him to the core. You follow shortly after, walls clamping on him, reaching your end.

The air falls still, just the heavy breathing of the pair of you echoing in the room. Yunho’s chest rises and falls, his hands still clutching onto your hips. His grip loosening as exhaustion settles in. You remain unmoving, you feel your lover fall next to you and when you crack your eyes open you are met with his face. He eyes you carefully, bringing a hand up to brush the stray hair off your eyes.

“You feeling okay sweets?”

You nod and he smiles at you, a smile that makes your chest flutter.

He breaks the silence once more, “How do you feel about baking that pie right now?”

Epilogue:

Your feet are up on the railing of your front porch. The summer breeze blows gently, the day cooling down as the ball of heat in the sky begins its descent. Your finger tip runs up and down the condensation on the glass of the beer bottle in your lap.

“Hey sweetness." 

Yunho calls to you, stomping up the wooden porch and taking a seat in the chair next to you. He’d just finished mowing your lawn, his skin glistening under the dimming daylight from the sweat.

“Hi baby, you looked real good.”

“Did I? You were watching the whole time?”

You nod.

“I just wonder what was going through that little mind of yours.” He teases, taking the beer from you and taking a cooling swig.

“If you only knew.” You giggle.

“Is that so?” He cocks his brow up at you, playfulness written all over his face.

Suddenly he stands and scoops you off your chair princess style. You can’t help the squeal that tumbles from your lips. Your arms cling onto him as he pushes your front door open.

“God I love you!” You say, pressing a kiss on his cheek as he closes your door with his foot.

You loved your boyfriend, you truly did; but right now you questioned that love, a joke of course. You watch Hongjoong’s side profile as he gesticulates while speaking to his business partners. You prayed that he’d turn towards you and see your pleading eyes. His day had been filled with meetings and when you thought you’d finally get some down time with him, he gets the idea to bring you along for a mingle session at the casino of the fancy Wynn hotel. 

You had mentally checked out about two hours ago, hearing him go on and on about company shares and what not had bored you to no end. He swirls the whiskey in his glass and tips it back, downing the cup in one go. Finally he turns to look at you, noticing the way you sit rigid against the plush couch, arms crossed and gaze elsewhere.

“Quit pouting.” He whispers in your ear, his voice is gravelly, low enough for only you to hear. It brings you back to reality, your eyes meet his. He gives you a condescending look, one that has ‘behave’ written all over it. You fix your face, straightening up in your seat. Suddenly feeling brave you decide you don’t plan on sitting here for however long he had planned. 

“Can you book me a spa? Or give me your credit card? Perhaps buy me new shoes? I don’t know, something to make me feel something other than boredom.” You huff, your words reach his ear, but get lost within the chatter to others. 

He sighs, reaching into his back pocket. The wallet is heavy in your hand, the leather slightly worn in some areas and struggling to fully close. 

“Go have fun, be back by 8, we have to go up and get ready.” You smile excitedly and leave him with a kiss.

***

Hongjoong heads up to the room, checking the heavy watch on his wrist, you should be up in the room, if not already heading up. The elevator dings and he exhaustedly moves to the door of your shared space. The room is quiet when he steps in, no noise to explicitly indicate you’ve made it back but once he steps further in he spots the countless shopping bags dispersed on the bed. He studies each one of them, Burberry, Chrome Hearts, Ferragamo, amongst the few. He turns to the bathroom where he finds you in the bathtub, eyes closed airpods lodged in your ears. He brings his hand to rub his chin, an airy chuckle escaping him. 

Hongoong steps into the grand bathroom, his expensive shoes clacking against the shiny tiled floor. Finally he reaches you while you remain oblivious, music obliterating your ear drums. A hand touches your shoulder and you can feel your heart sink. You shoot up in the tub, soapy suds sliding down your chest. You cross your arms over your body, visibly relaxing when you notice it’s Hongjoong. 

“What the hell?” You yell, chest rising and falling rapidly. You clutch the area over your heart. 

“Hey baby.” He smirks. 

“Joongie, you scared me.” You frown. He pulls an airpod from your ear. 

“Can’t wait to see the statement bill for this month.” He says motioning to the bags on the bed. 

“I’m sorry.” He shrugs, he knew you didn’t mean it.

“Your only job is to spend my money baby, that’s why I give you my cards.” He loosens the cuffs on his dress shirt, dropping them gently on the counter. Your face flushes and you sink further into the bubbly water.

“Wash up quickly, we'll be heading out in about two hours, and I know how you are.” You shoot up from the bubble bath. Butt naked, chilly air drying your skin.

“Two hours?” You exclaim, louder than needed.

“That's not enough time to get ready.” 

He watches you scramble to wrap a towel around yourself, before running out into the suite to dig through your suitcase. He takes your moment in chaos to relax and wash up himself. He showers then moves to the counter to methodically shave the little stubble peeking through his skin. By the time he’s adjusting his white button up in his slacks you’re barely halfway through your makeup.

Hongjoong sits at the edge of the bed, phone to his ear as he discusses whatever he had to be bothered about right now. You’re in his direct line of sight, your makeup products are scattered all over the sink, your dress unzipped while you focus on getting the perfect wing on your liner. The other end of the call falls dead, and Hongjoong clicks his phone off before looking back up.

The first thing he notices is your dress, a slight lean forwards and everything would be out. Though it's not zipped all the way he can tell it would be squeezing you in the right places. The top is low cut showing just enough to leave nothing to the imagination. Hongjoong’s brow cocks up, he already knew this night would have one of two outcomes. Whether either were good or bad, it did not matter because you’d end up testing his patience one way or the other. 

He stands up, controlled strides towards your spot on the counter. He stands behind you, his hands coming to rest on your waist. They’re gentle, then his grip turns into vice. He grips you hard, grounding you into the bathroom floor. His fingers dig through the fabric and into your skin. You wince, a quiet whimper slipping past your lips as you meet his eyes in the mirror. Hongjoong tilts his head.

“I can tell you now, you better not be getting any ideas.”

Your heart pounds in your chest, yet something daring burns inside you.

“I just wanna have fun Joongie, why would I do anything wrong?” You blink up and he holds back from rolling his eyes.

“This act of yours, babe. It might get you in trouble, you plan on behaving?” You hum as if in deep thought,

“Define behaving.”

There it is, that bratty act you put up every single time, the one that gave Hongjoong a run for his money and stressed him to no end. He’s not angry, nor does he think you’re trying to anger him, this was you pushing the boundary. How much would Kim Hongjoong tolerate before snapping?

“I don’t mind you being admired, it’s something that will always happen, I mean look at you. But never, ever mistake that for freedom.” His voice is flat, gentle even as he speaks to you. You swallow thickly an electric shock running down your body straight to the pit of your belly. He zips up your dress, adjusting the hem and straps. He leaves you with a kiss to the back of your head and a slight pat to your ass.

“Hurry, Yunho and Seonghwa are meeting us there.” 

***

The black SUV rolls up to the Caesars Palace, Hongjoong steps out first giving you his hand. You take it and wiggle out of the car until you land on the cement with a loud clack from your heels. The LED signs cast a bright glow on your face along with the countless lights of the strip. The wind blows a couple stray hairs into your lip gloss and you fight them off with grace. Hongjoong leads the way, greeted by a few of the employees at the door. Security is tight and they follow close behind the pair of you.

“Mr. Park and Mr. Jeong are expecting you at the booth.” 

The man dressed in a well pressed suit informs Hongjoong. With a quick nod from your boyfriend he follows the employee leading you up to the VIP booths on the second floor. While Omnia was not Hongjoong’s first choice for the obvious reasons of it being too loud and chaotic for him, it was your first choice and of course he’d do anything to please you. The booths upstairs are reserved and a little hidden from the prying eyes of the other club goers. Typically people would crowd around the booth entrances but that wouldn’t fly this time as two big security men lingered around the area.

The bass booms, enough to rattle your bones. Hongjoong enters a comfortable conversation with Yunho and Seonghwa while you sway to the music with the other girlfriends. The free drinks keep coming and you keep chugging, refraining from nursing the glasses too long. 

“Yunho ordered bottle service!” 

His girlfriend exclaims, glittery makeup catching the light. In less than 5 minutes, girls dressed scantily in thong body suits show up with a big bottle, sparklers and a big sign reading For the girls. The loud cheering from your booth draws attention from the club goers around you. Yunho pops open the sealed bottle of liquor and pours glasses on glasses for everyone.

Shooting back the rest of your cup you stand up wobbly on your heels. You lean over the railing looking at the crowd below you. The DJ is lost in the music, lost in the energy of the people and suddenly that's what you’re craving. One of your favorite songs suddenly blasts through the speakers, a remix of sorts that leaves your limbs trembling in excitement. 

You sway to the beat, moving your hips with a little more purpose than intended. Unbeknownst to you Hongjoong is already watching. His eyes are locked on your body, locked on the risque dress you’d chosen for the night, on purpose no doubt. The more you lean and sway the higher it rises, Hongjoong's heart pounds in his chest in fear of you revealing more than needed, it's only when you pull the dress down that he relaxes.

The conversation with Yunho and Seonghwa remains abandoned, only the two men now talking amongst themselves. Hongjoong’s eyes burn into your skin, like a predator, waiting for you to turn around and realize you were caught. You grip the gold railing of the balcony singing your little heart out to the lyrics. Finally you catch his gaze, it's momentary and quick before you close your eyes again, but you knew he was watching. So you do what you did best.

His breath hitches, and he lets out an awkward cough when he sees you drop low. The bedazzled dress inching higher and higher. Surely if the lights had been on, your clothed cunt would be exposed to everyone around you, thankfully the area remains dark, too dark to really see anything but he sees it. Hongjoong’s face remains stoic as you lose yourself to the music that was now beginning to irritate him. Yoona, Seongwha’s girlfriend, pulls you to whisper something in your ear, Hongjoong watches you stumble a bit. You nod and smile.

You wave the bartender over as she walks into the booth. She whispers in your ear and you motion with your finger. 

“One more bottle please.” You hand her Hongjoong’s card and she nods, tapping away on the iPad before handing it back to you. You turn around resuming your performance. Hongjoong looks for the bartender, finally catching the woman’s eye, he shakes his head. The woman looks at him then at you with a slightly puzzled look on her face. Nothing ever got past you, that’s why you plop next to him and the words slip out of your mouth before you know it—bratty and borderline rude.

“Did you cancel my bottle service?” Your voice is high pitched, almost whiny.

“You mean the bottle service you ordered with my card? You huff and he grips your chin, not harsh, just enough to keep you in check.

“You’re already pushing the boundary baby. Dancing like a slut in front of everyone. I bet your panties are soaked right now.” A whimper that gets lost in the noise escapes you.

“Don’t make me take us home early.” The first warning.

Hongjoong was a patient man, but there was only so much brattiness he could take and when it came to you, no more than two warnings were ever given. Sure he spoiled you, matter of fact the man adored you, but he needed to keep you in check, no one likes a brat. Right now though, he wanted to see how far you were willing to take it.

When he lets go of your chin you compose yourself and stand back up. This was your favorite game to play. If he wanted to be a meanie, fine; you could also throw your punches in, it wasn’t like the repercussions were the worst thing to exist, just the thought sent a chill down your back and a heat wave straight to your core. 

You move with undeniable purpose now, body swaying to the frantic beat. You drop it low to bring it back up, occasionally throwing glances at him over your shoulder. Hongjoong observes the environment; immediately he spots eyes from the booth adjacent to yours glued on the way you moved. A wave of anger washes over him at the thought of a nobody thinking they had a shot. Like he had said, he didn’t mind attention on you, but right now he certainly did mind especially because you were aware of it too. He meets eyes with his security guard and tilts his head—a clear small signal. The tattooed man steps over and taps you on your shoulder.

“Miss, it is time to go.” It’s like reality had hit you in the face, for a second you thought he was bluffing, but you should’ve known better. When it comes to Kim Hongjoong there’s no bluffing.

“W-what?” You ask slightly confused from the alcohol fogging your brain. Hongjoong remains glued to his spot, manspreading, a smirk playing at his lips. You let yourself be escorted out, Hongjoong following close behind, he waves his goodbyes and follows behind the large guard in front of him. Other club goers eye the scene carefully, clearly confused at the whole situation.

The clammy skin of your legs sticks to the cool leather of the SUV as you slump against the seat. The adrenaline rush begins to fade along with the noise outside of the club, it’s replaced with something else—pure exhaustion. You move your legs wincing at the sharp pain shooting up like needles. Hongjoong notices, because he always does. 

“Hurts?”

“My feet are killing me.” 

Without much of a single thought he reaches for your legs, bringing them onto his lap. He squeezes your calves first, moving his hand down until he reaches your feet. His fingers work on the heel straps with ease, finally pulling them off your feet. You grumble in satisfaction, his fingertips digging into the pressure points with practiced ease.

“You sure you don’t wanna keep dancing?” There’s a tinge of sarcasm in his tone. You hum in refusal.

“Now you’re just being mean. I was trying to have fun.”

“I wasn’t trying to embarrass you my dear.” He admits, though you already knew that.

“I know.”

“You know huh? Then why put on a show for the whole club?” He felt silly because he already knew your answer.

“I just wanted your attention.”

His hands, which are still working the tight muscles of your legs squeeze particularly hard at your response.

“Don’t be a brat, you know my attention is always on you. Whether you realize it or not, you were just in the mood to be bad. That’s why we are going home.”

His words are final, no room to argue. The Vegas lights dance warmly on his face as the car drives by. He resumes the unprompted massage, the car falling silent until your arrival at the hotel.

***

The room is dark when you step in. The shimmer of the skyline casts a soft glow despite the darkness. You make a beeline for the bottled water on your nightstand, the coolness touches your lips refreshing your parched cavern.

The fading haze of the alcohol still lingers, enough to say you were still tipsy. With the opening of the water bottle still to your lips you linger by the ceiling to floor windows, taking in the insane view of the city that never sleeps.

Hongjoong shuffles behind you, soft rustling indicating he was shedding layers of the formal attire he’d chosen for the night. His footfalls echo softly against the carpet and suddenly you feel his warmth behind you, blocking the chilly AC from biting at your exposed skin.

He brings his arms around you, pulling you close to him. A kiss is pressed to your cheek, slowly making his way down to your neck with soft pecks. Your head tilts back exposing the unmarked skin to his wandering mouth.

“Don’t think you’re off the hook.” His voice is barely a murmur.

A shiver wracks through you. His hands leave you and all you can hear is your zipper coming undone. The expensive dress falls loose down your arms until it slips down to pool at your feet. 

“Turn around.” A simple, gentle command.

You turn to face him, he wastes no time. His lips are immediately on yours, water bottle forgotten on the floor. Whether you had put the lid back on you didn’t know, that’d be a problem for the morning.

His lips taste of faint liquor, whiskey to be exact—his favorite. It's all tongue, teeth clashing in unsuppressed urge. His spit mingles with yours pooling into your mouth and coating your lips. Hongjoong pulls you along to lay you on the bed. Once you crash on the soft linens you look up at him as he urgently strips the rest of his clothes off to climb over you. His eyes bore into yours, you looked absolutely beautiful all spread out for him. He hovers, his frame eclipsing you completely.

He continues the kiss, scared that if he stopped you’d slip away. His chest burns with something he could only identify as love. His hands grip what they can running over your soft exposed skin.

Suddenly he pulls away, completely depriving you of physical touch until you’re writhing on the bed for something.

You huff.

His eyes shoot back up at yours at your small noise of defiance.

“No pouting.”

You swallow thickly.

“I deprived you of a long club night. Now I’ll give.”

Your heart jumpstarts in your chest at his words. When Hongjoong gave, he gave.

He leans down, just mere inches from your face.

“I’ll give and give as a reminder that you—” He pauses. “Don’t fucking need to be competing for my attention.”

You turn your head, trying to avoid his gaze, his hand cups your chin to turn you back to face him.

“You wanted my undivided attention? Well now you have it, no running from it.”

Hongjoong brings your hands above your head, you know better than to move them. Your body freezes as he peppers feather like kisses down your body. Goosebumps rise on the surface, fine hair standing up on edge. Finally he reaches your underwear, he eyes you curiously as he sticks out his wet tongue to run it across your lower belly just right above the band of your panties. Your eyes roll back, spine arching off the bed at the wet sensation. He pushes you back down with a hand on your hips.

“Down girl.”

Your breathing is heavy, chest rising and falling at a ridiculous tempo.

“Let's try something, shall we?” He was feeling experimental, he wanted to break you down just to build you right back up.

“Words.”

“Yes.” It’s breathy as it escapes your lips.

Hongjoong’s arms hook around your legs, hands flattening on your lower belly. Your eyes are focused on the ceiling, suddenly you feel his wet muscle against your clothed pussy. The fabric dampens on contact, completely saturated in his spit in a matter of seconds. He presses hard against your cunt, finding the bud through the thin fabric. You wait for him to peel the panties off you but he never does. He wanted to deprive you of direct contact, until he said so.

Your back arches, body fighting against his tight grip as he ate you through the fabric.

“Nngh ugh.” You strangle out before falling back against the bed in defeat. There was nowhere for you to go and no slowing him down. Your legs tremble in his hold as his mouth speeds up against you, the soiled fabric catching your clit just right.

“Joon-gie. Oh fuck!”

You lift your head up, hands clawing at the sheets. Your eyes screw shut in pleasure. Hongjoong remains silent, eyes locked on your writhing figure, he has to stop himself from smirking against you.

He was disgusting, enjoying the feeling of your wet underwear against his tongue and the fact that only he got to see you this way. 

“I’m so close, just—” your mouth falls open, head tilted back. “M-more.” You twitch against him, hips bucking into his receiving mouth. His arms loosen, giving you a bit of leeway so you can get yourself off on him. He keeps his mouth open with his tongue out, pressing harder into you. Your hips grind against his face, tip of his nose now catching your clit.

Not a single word comes out of your mouth except jumbled noises, as you tip over the edge. Hongjoong hums as he feels you pulse against his mouth. With a final suckle of your cunt he pulls away, your taste lingering in his mouth. 

You relax into the bed, chest heaving and panties sticking uncomfortably to you.

“Again.” It’s final. 

He pulls your underwear down your legs, discarding it somewhere in the room. No time wasted as he leans down again, tongue back on your bare pussy this time. Hongjoong sucks and licks like a starved man, tongue going deeper than before, reaching spots that weren’t accessible because of the barrier.

He gives you no time to think, no time to collect yourself. It feels even better than before, your first orgasm leaving residual sensitivity that with every lick and suck your whole body would jolt. Your core is on fire, hands that were once above your head now reaching for his head instead of the blankets. Hongjoong doesn't care though, he just wanted you to feel good because of him. Your hips lift against his face, his mouth following you with no mercy. Just as you are about to cum all over his face for a second time tonight he pulls away.

It’s uncomfortable, borderline painful. You sit up ready to protest.

“Lay down baby.” He ushers you on your back, he hovers between your legs, a hand on either side of your head.

“Did that feel good?” You nod.

“Yeah?” He repeats, almost like he was mocking you.

“I want more Hongjoong please. I-I wanna feel good.”

He smirks, sitting back on his heels. Close enough that the bulge through his boxers is pressed gently against your wet heat.

Hongjoong reaches over, one hand coming to rest around your throat, light pressure on either side. His right hand comes down to your puffy pussy lips, running his fingertips through your wetness, massaging your pulsing bud. A whimper escapes your lips.

He has to suck in a deep breath, his cock, hard beyond belief. It's almost too uncomfortable to keep his boxers on but he doesn’t break.

With no warning his middle and ring finger slip into your tightness for the first time tonight. Your walls are gummy and tight around his fingers. You keen into him a jumbled ‘yes’ slipping through your lips. He tightens his hand around your neck the more restless you become. He knew you needed more than just his fingers but he wouldn’t give that to you just yet. He sets a brutal pace, quick and effective but not enough to push you over the edge. He brushes your clit with the palm of his hand but purposefully avoids giving it too much attention.

The dissatisfied feeling of your forgotten second orgasm dissipates and is replaced with a build up once again, though it's not quite enough. Hongjoong’s hand tightens around your throat by the minute, your hands squeezing his forearm, nails digging into the skin.

“More– dadd-y more.” You hum teeth sinking into your lip. But no matter how fast he went and what spots he nudged with his fingers it wasn’t enough to push you over the edge. So when you try to bring your own hand down to your clit the hand around your throat pulls away to smack your wandering hand away.

“Not yet. Don’t be fuckin greedy.” 

He sits you up, stepping off the bed he motions to the spot in front of him. You scrambled to your knees, ignoring the way the carpet dug into the soft skin.

Hongjoong hooks his thumbs under the band of his boxers, your hand immediately wraps around his cock. 

You look up at him while he looks down at you expectantly, you knew better than to make him wait. Your lips finally enclose around the tip giving a couple of shy suckles just to test the waters. With Hongjoong there was no teasing though.

“Get your mouth nice and wet for me, yeah?” He eyes the way your lips toy with him, waiting to gather enough spit. Once you make the move to take him down, his hand comes to the back of your head. It's not aggressive, it's gentle, like he was giving you time to take him in. You swallow him down, his head bumping the back of your throat. A gag rips through you, your whole body jerking and fighting against his grip but he keeps you there. He tsks.

“Gotta do better than that doll. Again.” You look up at him with tears in your eyes. Your hands are fisted tightly, like it would help the retaliation from your throat.

“Relax. Open up.” He watches curiously, eyes burning into your face.

He slips inch by inch.

“Ah ah.” He tuts, when he sees you about to gag again. 

“Relax.” He repeats. Your body fights itself, spit now flowing freely from your mouth. 

Hongjoong’s hands come on each side of your head, his hips moving with soft thrusts opening up your throat. 

Lewd sounds slip from you as you let him use you. Ropes of spit run down your neck, coating the diamond necklace he had bought you for one of your anniversaries.

“Good fucking girl.” He mutters, he’s freely whimpering now, groans slipping out every time he slips back into your warm mouth.

He’s suddenly pulling away, head thrown back, he sucks in deep breaths through his nose out his mouth, trying his best to not bust right here and now.

“Back on the bed, face down ass up. Now.” 

Your face sinks into the sheets, you hear rustling but do not dare to look where it’s coming from. The mattress dips behind you, Hongjoong takes your hands. You feel something soft wrap around wrists—the bathrobe tie. With a tight knot he rests your hands on your lower back.

“Move them, and I’m stopping.”

You respond with a wiggle of your hips, his hand lands on the fat of your ass—hard. A welt in the shape of a hand begins to form. The stinging sensation occupies your mind and in that second his cockhead prods at your entrance, Hongjoong pushes in. It’s not urgent, it’s controlled. He bottoms out kissing your cervix.

He sighs, eyes closed collecting himself for a second. You keep your wrists glued to your back not daring to move them, not even an inch. He starts at a slow pace, each drag leaves your mind reeling. He wanted you to feel everything, every push and pull, every vein and ridge.

Hongjoong was one to practice control but you tested that control and he was close to losing his composure. He wanted to just take you any way he could, fast, slow, hard, soft, it did not matter.

He groans at your walls clamping down on him.

“So fucking tight baby.” His hand grips on the knot on your wrist, pushing down into your spine and speeding up his hips. 

He hits your cervix with each stroke, an undeniable pressure in the pit of your stomach almost painful but not quite. 

“Taking me so well.” He grits, a hand coming up to thread to your hair. 

He pushes harder and you sink further into the sheets. It's obscene, the wet sounds and skin smacking against each other as you continue to gush around him, your cunt opening up and fully engulfing him. He can hear your gasps, your mumbling getting lost between whines.

“God- joongie.” A cry follows out your lips, your hips moved back begging for more. 

He pulls out, turning you on your side, not quite on your back and not fully on your side, just an awkward inbetween. He lifts one of your legs over his shoulder, one hand guiding his slick cock back into your sopping entrance. He winces as he slips in, cock red and angry, ready for some sort of release. His hips come flush against yours, his hand kneading into the skin of your thigh as he holds on tight while he pistons into you.

“Look at me.”

Your glassy eyes find him and what a sight he was. Messy hair and a sheen of sweating coating his skin.

A hand comes to rest on your throat once more, he wastes no time in squeezing. He moves faster, in, out, in, out. He barely pulls out to push back in. you feel the air leaving you. Mouth dropped open barely any sounds coming out. He grinds into your heat, his face hovering over yours.

“Breathe for me.” He says, and you do. You suck in a shallow breath before blowing back out.

“Feel good?” you nod, speechless. “Yeah?” He hums, a whiny undertone laced in his voice.

Hongjoong pauses, sitting up to undo the knot on your wrists, he flings the tie away and turns you fully on your back. Without missing a beat he picks up the pace, it's sudden and quick. He allows you to bring one of your hands to circle your clit.

“God J-” He hits deeper, faster, harder. While you furiously press and rub on your clit. Despite Hongjoong’s rising high he holds off, he wouldn’t finish, not before you. Your back arches off the bed, hand not giving up, he helps you, moving your hand away to replace it with his. He leans down, wet lips finding yours in a messy kiss, gasps mingling with each other as you both struggle to catch your breath. It’s enough to push you over the edge. Your body locks, legs trembling around his hips.

It was like nothing you had felt, you were drowning in a sea of pleasure only to be brought back by him. Your mouth drops open and he helps you through your orgasm by chasing his. His fingers dig into your hips, anchoring you in place. You're far too gone, too exhausted. With a  final groan he spills into you. Your body jolts in the aftermath, his seed coating your walls in a sticky mess. Hongjoong pulls out, eyes focused on your pulsing hole, it isn't long before his white seed begins to leak out of you and onto the sheets below.

“What a fucking sight.” He mumbles, eyes half lidded, exhaustion replacing the frantic heat he was experiencing just seconds ago. He watches for every jolt and twitch of your exhausted body.

You lay like a boneless sack, he makes sure to clean you up the best he can. Despite the feeling of his own body betraying him with sleep, he goes as far as to remove most of the makeup still on your face. By the time you’re both tucked into the expensive sheets you’re succumbing deeper to your sleep.

Hongjoong’s sharp nose nuzzles you, he breathes in the faint expensive perfume you wore everyday.

“I love you.” He whispers into the darkness.

***

Your body is sore, a dull ache running up and down your legs. Maybe from the heels, maybe from Hongjoong; or even from both. Your body has sunken deep into the plush sheets. Hongjoong sits at the edge of the bed, he scrolls through his phone, glasses on and hair still disheveled from last night's activities. You stir under the duvet and he finally looks over.

“Good morning baby.” He smiles.

You stretch your limbs, every muscle tightening for a good second before releasing.

“Good morning Joongie.”

You kick off the duvet exposing your legs to the chilly room. He immediately grabs one of your legs and sinks his fingers into the aching tightness, you sigh in relief.

“You’re being nice, that's suspicious.” 

He chuckles.

“Oh so me fucking you to sleep and willingly giving you a massage is suspicious?” He jokes, you shake your head and tug at his sleeve.

“Give me a kiss.”

He does so, leaning down till your lips connect. He grips your hip, and pulls back with a pat.

“Let's get ready my love we have a day ahead of us.”

The morning goes by slowly, the sun pouring more and more into the room as the morning hours tick by. After a fulfilling breakfast from room service you find yourself dressed and almost ready to go.

Hongjoong watches you carefully as you look through the unnecessary amount of shoes you had packed, like your choice of footwear was life or death.

“The choice shouldn’t be hard babe.” He mutters in a matter of factly tone. He juts his chin at the pair of flats next to all your heels.

“But they don’t scream luxury.” You counter

“Sure they do, they’re Balmain. Just wear those.” You slip them on, your feet thanking you for going without the unnecessary heel. 

The car drops you off at the Forum shops, the security guard walks slowly behind the pair of you while still maintaining some distance. The air inside is chill and refreshing, contrasting the building heat on the outside.

You quietly look around for a potential store to do some damage at, it was difficult because you already had everything you needed. However, when it came to shopping it was never about the needs more so the wants, it wouldn’t be long till you found something to rave over.

You walk slightly ahead, going window to window. You come face to face with the Prada store, on display are the most gorgeous pair of heels you had seen in a while. You walk into the store knowing very well Hongjoong would be following you in.

“Look at these!” You hold the shoe up with stars in your eyes.

“They’re impractical.” Hongjoong says mildly.

"That's why I need them.” You hand them to the employee and he comes back with a box your size.

You couldn’t lie, they were uncomfortable, but beauty is pain or whatever Beyonce said. Hongjoong watches you wobble around, looking at your feet in every possible angle in the mirror. He’s not concerned, or annoyed, just…amused.

“And what will you do when you regret those after a single wear?”

“You’ll just buy me a different pair.”

Brat he thinks. Instead of correcting you he huffs a quiet laugh. He should’ve seen that coming.

He motions to the sales associate.

“We’ll take them.”

“Wait actually?” You don’t know why it was a shock.

“Of course, I love spoiling you even when you’re being difficult.”

Your hands run up his shoulders, to wrap around his neck.

“You love me for being difficult.”

"I enjoy you knowing that I'll indulge in you anyway.”

You swing the Prada bag back and forth as you strut through the mall, a sudden confidence filling you. Hongjoong stops at Creed, he samples a few colognes but still settles for his signature scent. $400 on a bottle just like that. He walks next door to Balmain.

"I need a new wallet, help me pick since you’re the second person that uses it more than me.” 

He speaks nothing but the truth. You lock eyes with the wallet section. You pick up and put down, bringing all the designs close to your eyes to really analyze the detail, in the end you come to a mutual agreement. A sleek black pure leather wallet with the metallic Balmain letters engrained in it. Just as you’re about to walk out you let out a gasp that rings through the entire store.

“Oh my goodness.” You squeal, tearing away from your boyfriend and to the display case of a crimson red purse. It was elegant in all the right ways, practical in size, not loud but loud enough to make a small statement.

“Joongie, look at this one. I don’t have any red purses.” Your eyes beam with excitement taking in every single possible detail this purse had to offer. You catch the price tag, disappointment filling you.

“It’s so expensive.” A universal lie, of course.

“Can she try this one please?” Hongjoong is suddenly asking the employee. He nods, unlocking the case and handing it to you. It was perfect, smooth leather gliding against your fingertips. You sling it over your shoulder and that’s enough to silence you, it fits perfectly against you. You look in the mirror, analyzing yourself.

“I don’t even have anything to put in it.”

He reaches into his back pocket, pulling out his new wallet. He drops the hefty thing and your sunglasses that you had asked him to hold in the purse.

“Now you do.” He says calmly, “we’ll take this one as well.” The worker tries not to look shocked, he reaches for the bag but Hongjoong waves him off.

“She’ll wear it out. Thank you though.”

You flaunt your new purse all through lunch and all the way back to the hotel.

“I reckon you won’t be asking me for any new handbags soon right?”

Hongjoong lays on the bed, phone in hand, eyes locked on the screen while you try on your new heels for a second time today.

“Mm that depends, I might need one for every occasion.” It was a joke, but at the same it held some truth to it.

You snap pictures of your new shoes, even do a little strut in the mirror and around the room. Hongjoong says nothing, almost like this was routine for him; you were in your element and who was he to interfere with that.

You finally take your new prized possession off and store them away, letting your feet rest for a change. You turn to look at your boyfriend; still on the bed, still focused on his phone, thumb endlessly scrolling. He looked good—really fucking good and suddenly, you needed him.

You tiptoe to the foot of the bed, crawling up until you’re met with the buckle of his pants. He locks his phone and tosses it to the side.

“What are you doing?” His eyebrow cocks up, curiously watching you.

Your hands reach for his belt, undoing it without much of a thought.

“Just showing my appreciation…I guess.” You shrug, focusing on pulling his pants down to which he lets you.

His flaccid cock fills your hand until you bring your mouth to the tip. Your tongue swirls around the head and he twitches, growing harder.

“Mphf, I guess last night wasn’t enough for you.” Hongjoong brings his arms under his head to look down at you.

“Mm-mm” you hum.

You sink his entire length in your mouth, the tip scraping the back of your throat. It awakens the fading soreness from the night before once more. There’s no neatness to this, it’s fast, it’s messy just how he liked it—a token of love, you thought. Spit runs down his shaft and pools around the base. You slurp and choke every time you go down. Your hands are splayed on his hips and he’s now brought a hand to the back of your head.

Hongjoong’s eyes are closed, head thrown back as he focuses on the feeling of your mouth. The way your throat constricts around him has him pushing you down and holding you there. With his bottom lip between his teeth he looks down at you, at the way your face turns beet red from the lack of oxygen. It’s only when your vision starts to swim that he allows you back up. You cough, lungs screaming for air.

“Good fucking girl.” He mutters, letting you get back on him. You move fast, tongue swirling on the tip and swiping over his slit. His hand is back on your head guiding your movements, every time you choke around him his core tightens. You pace yourself, lips tucking away your teeth and tightening around him. With every drag he feels his breathing get heavier. The more he holds back the closer he is.

“Im gonn-“ Hongjoong’s voice gets lost in his throat. His eyes shutting tightly, hand tightening around your locks. He keeps you there every spurt shooting at the back of your throat you swallow greedily. He relaxes against the pillows, fighting to catch his breath. You hover over him and kiss him, lips and mouth still covered in his essence but he still accepts you.

*** The chaos doesn’t end at the airport, it ends when you’re finally sat in the luxurious seats of the private jet. Hongjoong sits adjacent to you. For once, his phone is away, no calls, no assistants, no meetings—just silence.

“I need a week to recover.” You sigh softly. Hongjoong adjusts himself in his seat.

“That’s usually how it goes. I’ll make sure we are taken care of when we land.”

Silence falls between the pair of you, just the soft whirring of the plane's air conditioning system fills the silence.

“I bought something.” The way he says that way too casually stirs something in you.

“Should I be scared?”

“Just a percentage, nothing too crazy.” He eyes you from above his coffee cup.

“Of what?” You ask.

He waits a beat too long, enjoying your anticipation.

“Of Tao Group.”

Your mouth is slightly agape, shocking yes, but you should’ve seen this coming.

“I was already considering expanding hospitality holdings, this trip just solidified my decision.”

“I can’t believe you right now Kim Hongjoong. You bought part of Omnia, I thought you hated it?”

He shrugs, leaning back.

“Its not my favorite, but it is yours.”

Your heart skips a beat and your tummy flutters.

“So,” You begin, “does that mean I get free bottle service?” You chirp up.

“It means, I’ll know next time you order something without asking.”

You groan feigning annoyance.

“I can’t stand you sometimes.”

He hums, “you love me.”

The walls are a deep red velvet, black decorations contrasting beautifully, but he has no time to admire. He follows the vampire in front of him, directing him to the only person he wanted to see at this moment. It wasn’t a need or a want, it was a craving. Something that settled deep in his bones and weighed heavy on him. He felt delirious and confused yet alert at the same time, just going through the motions.

The shakes had settled in now, his limbs trembling with every step he took. His hands shook at his sides and he squeezed them into fists to control the erratic movement. Finally, he arrives in front of the large double doors. The woman cracks open one of the doors.

“Go on. She’s expecting you.” He gives her something between a smile and a grimace and slips through the gap. As soon as he stepped foot in the open area of the room, his nose was infiltrated with the sweet scent of what he could only label as you. Yeosang swore that even as he traveled between realms, your smell would linger on him. Even daily baths couldn’t wash away the scent of crimson peonies and musk that lingered on his skin.

“My dear Yeosang.” The voice carries through the room, reaching his ears. A gentle melodic sound that almost causes his knees to buck under his own weight. He takes a step towards the bed, shedding layers of his clothes off until he’s left with nothing but the light mesh fabrics of his robes.

You watch him approach the bed, the mattress dips and your lover is suddenly in front of you. His brows are drawn together, not in worry but in a pleading way. His eyes shine like stars, glassy and big. His hand shook as he reached for your face, his warmth igniting a fire against the coldness of your skin. You bring your lips onto his in a cold yet heated kiss, like you hadn’t seen each other in ages. Yeosang finally felt like he could breathe, the kiss builds into something hotter than the pits of hell. Teeth clashing, hands grabbing what they can, and strings of spit connecting you to each other. When he pulls away to scoot closer, you take his hands in yours. Despite your hold on them you can feel the tremors, the muscles lining his arms spazzing erratically, ready to be satiated.

“Yeo.” You whisper his name, concern written all over your face. He shakes his head and looks down at his lap. “I-I try not to…but I can’t live without it. The withdrawals have gotten worse.”

 A tear slipped down his cheek, he looked defeated. “We can’t keep doing this. You can’t keep doing this. You know what would happen if we got caught?” Yeosang nods, because he knows that if his realm found out he’d been dabbling with vampires he’d be banished, he wasn’t sure where, but he knew that nothing good would come out of this, but the thrill and satisfaction was worth it to him. He tried to be discreet, but how secretive could a junkie be after some time? His urges had only gotten worse in the course of a couple of days.

Your heart felt heavy, and even though you I didn’t want to negate him, you had to for your sake and his. 

“I-I just want a little bit.” He starts and you’re already shaking your head. Despite the frigid room, Yeosang’s forehead was coated in a slight sheen of sweat. 

“No no please please, just a-a small bite.” You cup his face with your hands, “I mustn’t Yeosang. I love you too much to keep doing this to you.” He’s now crying, fat tears running down his porcelain cheeks. “Please!” He presses an aggressive kiss on your lips. 

Despite the pang of guilt and pain in your chest, your vampiric side could only crave him more. The room had become intoxicated with his scent, his blood, heavy and sweet in the air. You can feel your fangs protruding, pinching the soft skin of your lips. The carnal desire in you couldn’t be silenced and it was like your morals went out the door the second he laid on his back. 

His robes discarded off to the side, all his glory exposed to your eyes. He pulls you on top of him, lips moving against yours with fervor. You panted as you pulled away, eyes traveling down to his left hip, where a vein would always protrude. It was like he was carved by the Greek gods, a true statue he was. 

You press kisses down his chest and you can feel him relax against the silk of your sheets. A faint scab covers the area of his hip, a clear indicator of your previous rendezvous. Your tongue sticks out to lick over the scab, a fat stripe of spit left in its wake. When you peer up at him his eyes meet yours, that pleading look from earlier still decorating his face. You open your mouth, fangs out ready to pierce. 

The anticipation kills Yeosang, finally your teeth break through his skin, right into the vein. It is painful, but once the venom gets flowing it’s pure euphoria. The first drag leaves you with a mouthful of faerie blood, thick, sweet, intoxicating. It enters your system like a rush of pleasure, you feel it coating your insides running through your system till it completely takes over. Your eyes droop, fully closing with another drag from your mouth. 

Your loud gulps fill the room along with Yeosang’s soft whimpers. He’s dazed, eyes blinking slowly, it was almost like an out of body experience. His grip on your hand loosens, you were taking too much. “Stop it! You’re going to kill him!” A voice you could only decipher as your consciousness screamed in your head. With a final lick to the punctures, you pull away.

You’re lethargic as you fall onto your back, your lungs ironically pulling in heavy breaths. The bedroom is silent. Finally you lift your head up to look at Yeosang. His eyes are closed, the tremors from earlier wracking through his body are gone— for now. There’s a warm glow about him. He cracks his eyes open, pure bliss fills every inch of his body. He feels like he’s floating and more importantly a heat burns at the pit of his belly. Your hand reaches out for him, he takes it, encircling his larger one around yours, with a hefty pull he yanks you up and over him. 

Your crimson eyes meet his warm brown ones. Never in your undead life had you yearned for someone like this, not until now, even after centuries your human side still lingered. It was an unexplainable burn deep in your soulless body that wanted to scream any time you looked at him, you could crawl into his skin and it still wouldn’t be close enough.

Yeosang cups your face to bring your lips to his. While locked there, his hands wander further down, untying the silk robe that hid your body from his hungry gaze. He pulls the fabric off you, your smooth skin exposed to the expanse of his hands.

“Put it in.” He mumbles against your lips between kisses. It’s all happening too fast, you readjust yourself on top of him. One hand reaches down to grip his cock while the other remains anchored next to his head for support. In a fluid motion you’re sinking down on him, hips flushed against one another. Yeosang whimpers at the feeling of your walls clamping down on him.

“Please– fuck!” He gasps as you lift up to come back down. His hands grip your hips, giving him the reigns to take you however he pleases. You set a decent pace, not too fast but just enough where you could feel every ridge of his cock with every drag of your hips. Your venom hits its peak while he’s inside you, his body is wired, every single touch to his skin setting off a chain reaction. 

He whines as you ground yourself on him, really dragging out the motion. He feels you tighten, walls fluttering with every inch you take. A fire is set ablaze in your tummy, a coil that heats up and burns almost painfully. Your clit catches against his lower abdomen, the friction deliciously propelling you to your end.

“Mmfph fuck—Yeo.” You gasp, eyes rolling to the back of your head. His hands grip your hips, he helps you move faster, every drag pushing you closer to euphoria. He's so deep you feel him prodding at your cervix, it's an intense pressure in your lower abdomen. Just painful enough to satisfy the masochist side of you. Your hands press on his abdomen, trying to balance yourself while he helps you fuck yourself on him.

You feel it building, an intense feeling that you knew there was no way of stopping. Gasp after gasp tumbles from your lips, your eyes barely opening just to close once again. Your hands claw into him from where they rest, nails digging into his skin.

“I’m gon- oh fuck.” The words get caught in your throat as you freeze on top of him. Legs trembling around Yeosang’s hips. You lean down, chest to chest, resting your full weight on him as you ride orgasm. 

You tighten around him, your pussy pulsing, “I can feel you.” He whispers, his fingers skidding the expanse of your back. You can only hum, feeling like a potato sack slumped over him. Your hips twitch, a faint roll against his own. He wraps his arms around you, fingers digging into soft flesh as he uses you. You’re overly sensitive, every nerve ending set on fire. 

“Make me cum baby.” Yeosang whispers, he grits his teeth, brows pulled together as he focuses on getting to his end. “Please, please.” You knew what he was asking of you, yet you remained silent. His breath hitches as he feels himself climbing up, higher and higher. Your walls hug him warmly despite your low body temperature. You sit up on him bracing yourself and moving up and down on his cock with precision, you loved seeing him like this all needy and whiny. 

“I god- fucking love your pussy.” He whines, a thin sheet of sweat covering his entire body. He throws his head back. "Yeah?" you ask and he nods. His bare neck is inviting and you do the one thing you knew he wanted. Your fangs bare and with a nasty snarl you dig your teeth into his jugular. The pleasure is intense and instant, Yeosang’s eyes roll to the back of his skull, arms wrapping around you to pull you flush against him. 

His orgasm comes in strong waves, drowning him in pleasure. His warmth shoots deep inside you, covering your velvety walls. He gasps, whines and groans, trying his best to keep his jolting body at bay. “Oh fuck!” He hums, eyes shut tightly. You find your control and pull away from his neck, his crimson blood soaking the pillow. You pant alongside him as he comes down. His arms loosen around you and drape on his sides. You fall next to him, nuzzling your face into his side. The chilly breeze from the window flows into the room, you wrap your fluffy duvet around the pair of you and lay there until morning comes.

By the time the sun is shining brightly through your drapes Yeosang is gone. He walks through the manor with no shame. A few strands from his bun fall and decorate his face, his hip and neck ache, the red punctures left as an indicator of what had gone down in your quarters.

“Sooner or later you’re going to have to stop coming here, I hope you know that faerie.” He turns around and is met by Seonghwa. His long hair cascades and frames his face, his outfit leather and fitted like he had somewhere to be. He watches Yeosang curiously only raising a brow in surprise when the other man doesn’t say anything and instead turns around and continues his path.

The faerie realm was only getting stricter with who came in and came out. How long would it be until his people caught on? He could feel the tremors starting to settle again, he could've sworn he had more time between each dose. He fists his hands to hide the shakes but he couldn’t fool anyone much less himself; he was utterly fucked.

His lips against yours move with fervor, his ring clad hands groping whatever they could reach. You pull away slightly breathless as he continues to press kisses on your lips. “I have—“ kiss “Joongie, I have—“ another kiss. Finally he lets you breathe. “I have to go, my class starts in 10 and you’ve dragged me halfway across campus.” Your voice sounds exasperated as you struggle to suck in a full breath. He plays with your hands, his cold fingers contrasting with your warmth. “Will I see you later?” He asks, his fingers now brushing a strand of hair away from your face. You shrug, a small frown on your lips, “I have practice for tomorrow's game.” He huffs, “you know, I might have to hide those pom poms from you. That damn sport keeps stealing you from me.” You giggle, “I’m all yours this weekend.” You reassure him, you press another kiss on his lips, “besides won’t you be there tomorrow? Lurking around with your camera.” You tease because you knew how much he hated the jock culture yet he still had to put up a front and show up. He nods trying to play off the slight flare to his cheeks, “yes I’ll be there.” Your eyes gleam as you look up at him. “You’ll see me then.” You whisper, pressing your forehead against his. He smiles and presses a final kiss on the tip of your nose. Suddenly he breaks the silence, “you’re already late to class.” Your eyes widened at his words pulling back with a gasp, you checked your watch and you were indeed running late. “Oh fuck. Okay I’ll see you later mwah!” You blow him a kiss and slip out from under the bleachers in the football field looking around to make sure no one saw you. He watches you fade into the distance, your warmth still lingering on his frigid hands. His next class didn't start for another hour, he pulled out a joint from the small metal case he carried around with him, and lit it up. His lungs expand with every long drag, the smoke invades his chest, eyes watering as he feels a coughing fit rising. He leaned against the poles that gave structure to the metal bleachers, eyes bleary and his sight just fuzzy enough around the edges. He relaxed, focusing on your image in his mind and the faint sounds of the bustling city.

***

You and Hongjoong were a distinct pair, the kind where people would look at you and truly question how you ended up together. You could agree, you and him were indeed a peculiar match, but you loved the oddness of it all. Hongjoong was quiet and reserved, he had outstanding grades and was top photographer in his class. Despite his dislike for preppy school spirit, he’d often find himself at almost every sporting match, whether it be football, volleyball, or basketball, he was there; silently strolling around while snapping only the best of the best pictures. You on the other hand were the sideline sweetheart, cheering your little heart out till your throat was raw from all the screaming. You hadn’t noticed him, not right away at least, but he’d notice you, the way your hair bounced with every jump, the way that your makeup complimented you so well despite the heaviness of it, and most importantly how happy you looked doing what you did. He could tell you loved being involved, probably just as much as he enjoyed being the person on the outside looking in. If there was one thing Hongjoong always admired was passion, and you were full of it.

One random day the head of the school paper had asked him to take pictures for a segment regarding student athletes. He was hesitant to agree because he dreaded staying after school when all he really wanted to do was lay around at home and smoke till he felt like he was in a different dimension. However, the extra credit offer was too good to pass and he needed every single point he could get despite his letter grade already being remarkable; he just functioned that way. For the following week he had stayed hours past his last class of the day. He would sit on the bleachers of the gymnasium watching the coach give corny bullshit speeches that had him stifling laughter. It was shortly after that you caught his attention, he had known of you but you weren’t a constant thought in his mind, not before he agreed to the job anyway. Soon he found himself looking forward to staying to document the cheer practices, he worked harder than he needed to, going as far as getting solo shots of each squad member.

Each night after practice ended, he’d purposefully stay back a couple minutes, carefully packing his equipment. He had noticed you also staying behind, practicing something that you weren’t landing quite right until you eventually got it. He saw the exhaustion on your face, the faint dark circles that had formed over the week of intense practice. He had meant to leave after sliding his camera bag across his body but he found himself sitting mouth slightly agape as he watched you.

On the last day before his pictures were to be submitted you came up to him. He sat against the wall editing the lighting on his favorite shots. “Hey! Do you mind if I take a look?” Hongjoong didn’t know what to say, something between a hum and strangled ‘yes’ came out. He swallowed thickly as you scrolled through the various pictures. “Holy shit dude, these are amazing.” Your face was bright with ‘awe’ as you analyzed each shot. Things slowly progressed to you finding him at each game. Where the others ignored him you always took it upon yourself to say ‘hi’ to him, even if it was from a distance.

You had even gone up to him when the student athlete segment dropped, all adorable and cheerful in your neatly pressed uniform, your hair pulled back half up half down with a white ribbon wrapped around. He vividly remembers the way he felt the air go still, his friends all looking at you then at him, “the finished segment turned out amazing! Thank you for the pictures. Do you think you can send me those?” And just like that he had your number.

After each game you’d hang back with him, keeping him company while he disassembled his equipment. Nothing but comfortableness between the pair of you. Hongjoong had become your friend but there was something more, just brewing below the surface. It broke through one night after you had decided to ask him to join you for boba, after months of building whatever this was, it had finally turned into what it was now, nothing but pure softness and love with a tinge of hungriness to it.

No one knew and while you didn’t mean for it to be that way, you also didn’t mind. Hongjoong didn’t like attention to his personal life and everyone expected you to date another athlete. Someone that matched your preppiness, maybe that’s why no one ever suspected anything. You liked the mysteriousness of it all, the way you could meet eyes across a room and no one would even think twice about it, it was exhilarating.

***

The crowd was loud, too loud. The turf pinches your soft skin as you dig your fingers into it, trying to anchor yourself. A distinct nervousness forms at the pit of your belly, all too familiar, you’re too in your head. All eyes felt like they were on you, not the cheer team as a whole but selectively you, reading you like an open book. Your hands were clammy and your heart raced, you looked for Hongjoong yet he was nowhere to be found. He said he’d be here, the thought echoes in your mind as you recall him confirming his presence. You take a deep breath and plaster on a smile, trying to uplift the crowd. For a split second it works, then you come back down and the pit forms again, a sickening repeating cycle.

By the time halftime rolls around, Hongjoong is still nowhere to be found, your mind is reeling, breath heaving. “Hey are you okay?” A teammate asks, “yeah I’m fine.” A believable lie. The squad takes formation in the middle of the stadium field, you shake off your nerves. The music dings and you begin the routine, you smile big, going through the motions full out. You’re not sure how it happens or why it happens but you miss a move. You recover quickly but now that weighs on your mind and maybe it wasn’t noticeable, but to you it was devastating. The rest of the game feels like a blur, pure dissatisfaction and self consciousness filling every fiber of your body. You needed to get out of here.

***

You skip the locker room and head straight to where you knew your boyfriend would be. If he wasn’t at the game then he had to be here. The photography building is desolate, only a few students lounging on a couch in the common room. You head to the media room, tucked away in the basement. Your knuckles land on the door softly, there’s shuffling on the other side and suddenly the door flies open. The room is dark, barely illuminated by a lamp in the corner. Hongjoong is startled by your presence, the bright fluorescents of the hall casting light on his tired features. “Hey, what’s going on? You can’t be down here.” You walk in anyway, Hongjoong sticks his head out and looks down the hall, completely empty. He shuts the door and turns to look at you. His hands cradle your face, something was wrong and he could tell. “You’re not supposed to be here baby.” He whispers, thumbs caressing your cheek. “I know. You always tell me.” His gaze softens. “What’s wrong?” You don’t answer, just lean up and press your lips against his. You pull him closer by his open jacket. He stumbles a little, leaning you into the edge of the desk behind you. He’s impossibly close, kissing you with tenderness.

There’s sudden footsteps and unintelligible chatter, he pulls away first, “shit, hide.” He nudges you towards a small space between a tall cabinet and a wall. He squeezes in with you holding his breath, was it a shitty hiding spot? Absolutely, but he had a dark corner and a dream. The door shoots open followed by silence. “Hm, I think he left.” The light from the hallway fades and the door clicks shut again. You can’t help but smile, this was absolutely ridiculous. He steps back out pulling you with him, wasting no time to kiss you again. Then he’s pulling away once more, “I won’t continue till you tell me what’s wrong.” You sigh, a small frown forming on your face. “I don’t know Joongie, I’ve just been so anxious and I messed up my halftime performance.” You groan, “people were looking at me weird, i just—” you’re on the verge of tears. “I’m just so exhausted I feel so overwhelmed and I needed you there but you didn’t go.” Hongjoong grabs your hand and gently shushes you. “It’s okay. I’m sorry baby my schedule got rearranged, I’m here now pretty girl.” He plops on the old couch that had been here for god knows how long, pulling you along with him. The couch feels stiff under you and there's a faint smell of weed in the air you were sure was your boyfriend. You snuggle into him, your heart rate slows and your breathing evens out, he was like the walking antidote to all your problems.

***

Now you weren’t sure how you had ended up in this position exactly but you were sure all the frustration from earlier had melted away. It went from soft whispers and kisses to this; Hongjoong’s head between your legs as he kneeled on the floor. Your skirt was hitched around your waist, your protective spandex and panties dangling from one foot as Hongjoong held you open. His tongue swirled around your clit, it was messy, your own wetness running down and staining the old couch. You looked down at him, eyes closed, short strands of hair sticking to his forehead. Not a single thought besides the fact that he only needed more from you. His tongue ran up and down your slit, slowing down before picking up speed. He savored you, eating up everything you gave him. He slowed down, his eyes peering up at you as his tongue swirled your sensitive nub. The tip of his tongue gently prodded your clit sending jolts of electricity up your legs and moving your entire body. You brought a hand over your mouth afraid that the incident from earlier would repeat except this time there’d be no time to hide.

Hongjoong smiles with stars in his eyes. You were his everything, so beautiful and delicious he couldn't get enough. His tongue flattens on your clit, completely soaked in spit and juices. He turns his head from side to side slowly at first then picks up speed. Your back arches against the dusty cushions. Head thrown back thrashing in his hold. He feels his hands slipping so he reinforces his grip pulling you further apart. You were almost there, the storm building in the pit of your stomach growing by the second. Your hips buck in his hold, grounding themselves on his face. You feel it as you teeter on the edge, a sensation that starts in the middle of your belly and spreads to your limbs. You look down at him, meeting his eyes. He closes a singular eye in a wink before closing his eyes and suckling your bud that's enough to drop you over the edge. Your legs tremble in his grip. You gasp for air, hands clawing for whatever they can reach which is nothing.

Your fists come down on the couch as you ride the blissful wave of your orgasm. It’s mind blowing almost too intense, your vision going white behind your eyelids. Hongjoong watches you succumb to the pleasure, the kind that only he can give you. He closes your legs gently, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. He grabs his water bottle from the desk and brings to your lips, “drink up baby.” You sip the cold liquid as you wipe the light sheen of sweat from your forehead. Your legs felt like jello, still trembling from the aftermath. “Was that everything you needed?” He asks, you can’t help the embarrassment you feel. You nod not trusting your voice just yet. “I have to go.” He feigns hurt at your words, “so that’s all you come to me for? I’m hurt.” You pout at him in exhaustion, “y’know that’s not true Joongie.” He presses a kiss on your forehead. “I know it’s not pretty girl. Go home and get some rest, yeah? I’ll see you soon.” You nod, smoothening down your uniform and grabbing your cheer bag. With a final kiss you walk out of the media room, careful not to be caught.

The bell above the parlor chimes, the sound twinkling through the small shop. Your nose twitches at the strong smell of alcohol mixed with faint incense. The front desk is vacant, in fact anyone would have thought the parlor was closed if it wasn’t for the neon open sign hanging from the window. A wave of anxiety washes over you, immediately you suck in a deep breath trying to calm your raging nerves. Maybe I should just go home, you fight the voices in your head telling you it’s best if you just went home and put off this tattoo for a little longer; you’d been waiting for months now, what was a little longer?

Just as you’re about to make the decision to leave, a man emerges from the back room, taking his place behind the counter. His raven colored hair is gelled back, though a few strands have fallen forward over his eyes. He wears a distressed knitted sweater that sticks to his slender frame. You aren’t able to see much of his skin but you can tell he’s tatted up by the way some of the ink peeks through the holes on his sleeves. His presence feels heavy, suffocating even– your skin crawls under his intense gaze and all you wanna do is shrivel up into dust and float away.

“How can I help you?” His voice is syrupy and smooth, yet laced with a hint of gruffness.

Seonghwa studies you. You definitely looked out of place in his shop, your colorful clothing contrasting the black paint and artwork displayed on the walls.

“Um…” You squeak.

Oh this would be interesting, Seonghwa thinks, he leans forward, resting his forearms on the counter, eyes heavy set on you. He finds the way you fiddle with your hands adorable until you finally swallow thickly and follow with– “Seonghwa right?”

He nods.

“Your shop was recommended to me by Wooyoung?” You say, though it comes out more as a question. Seonghwa lets out an airy laugh and nods.

“Ah yes, Wooyoung.” He wonders how you and Wooyoung even knew each other as he was certain you and the guy had completely different interests.

Finally feeling comfortable enough, you decide to stop beating around the bush and approach the glass counter where you place your phone displaying a beautiful piece of artwork.

“I want to get a sternum tattoo, something along the lines of this.” Seonghwa studies the art piece and shakes his head.

“I’m sorry but I can’t do any artwork that is not my own.”

“I-I– well of course not, but you can draw right? This is just mere inspiration, the piece can be whatever you can come up with.” You bite your lip, hoping that this guy can make your vision come to life, and doesn’t see you as a stupid girl who wears Barbie doll pink clothing and has no place in this grungy world.

You were a pretty girl and if Seonghwa could have someone as beautiful as you display his artwork, shit he’d tattoo every square inch of your body if you asked him to.

“Okay,” He nods, rubbing his temple, “it will take me a while. If you want to start today you can come back in a couple hours.”

You shake your head, no.

“It’s okay there’s no rush, I can come back tomorrow if you have an opening.”

Seonghwa opens his appointment book, running his fingers down the page.

“I have a ten to twelve slot open. Wanna stop by then?” He meets your eyes and he swears he sees them sparkle.

Excitement bubbles in you and you can’t help the smile that breaks on your face,

“Yes, that works– thank you so much!”

He blabbers on about a down payment and the total for the piece though you can barely concentrate when he looks this attractive. In the end you place your deposit and leave the shop feeling rather content.

When the door closes behind you, Seonghwa notices how dull the place suddenly looked without you in it. He shakes his head and rubs his eyes, his exhaustion clearly catching up to him. Never had he looked forward to tattooing someone more than he had now. So much so, he’d stopped working on one of his other client’s designs to get started on yours. He opened his Ipad, immediately getting to work. With you in mind, the vision for this sternum tattoo came easy to him. Something dainty and fragile that held a lot of who you were as a person in it– or at least what he perceived you as. He was done in 2 hours flat, he messaged you as soon as he’d transferred the design to physical paper.

Hwa: It’s done, please arrive 15 minutes before your appointment, thank you and see you soon.

Dollie: Thank you so much Hwa! Can’t wait to see it, thanks again! :)

He smiles at the text, catching himself immediately.

“What the hell is wrong with me?” His voice resonates in the empty shop. This session would be the longest hours of his life.

***

Another gig done, Seonghwa couldn’t feel any more on top of the world. Life seemed to be going good recently and he was thankful for that. People cheered for him as he came off stage, immediately he made a beeline for the VIP booth that the club always reserved for him and his group plus a couple of girls that always hung around them.

“Heard you met my girl today.” Wooyoung says, wiping the sweat off his forehead as he plops down next to his bandmate.

Seonghwa nods, “I didn’t know you were friends with a Pilates Princess.”

Wooyoung shoots him a questioning look,

“Dude c’mon now, the way she dresses? In all pink and shit, she looks like she’s about to hit her 8am pilates class. It’s kinda cute though.” He mutters the last part, taking a swig from his beer bottle.

Wooyoung laughs, finally understanding what Seonghwa was referring to.

“That’s just her, I’ve known her since middle school. She’s always been like that, loves her bright colors. She’s a real sweetheart– be gentle with her.” Seonghwa scoffs, louder than he needs to.

“No promises, I tattoo her tomorrow, I’m scared that if I press too hard she’ll crack.”

“Alright now, she’s a tough girl, she can take it. Trust me.” Wooyoung cheekily winks at Seonghwa, whose eyebrows shoot up in shock.

“What is that supposed to mean? Have you and her…”

Wooyoung shakes his head rapidly,

“No no, JellyBelly is like a sister to me. I mean more so as in she’s a tough girl, she’s been through things, get your head out of the gutter.” Wooyoung teases, smacking his shoulder.

Seonghwa nods at this new information Wooyoung gives him. Deciding it wasn’t his place to ask any more questions he diverts the topic to the show they’d played tonight. Though you reside in the back of his mind.

***

You had barely slept out of pure excitement, you took a full shower, really preparing for this new tattoo.

“I won't be able to scrub as hard once I get it done.” You had told yourself. You decided against tight clothing, settling for some loose sweatpants and an oversized t-shirt, ditching your bra.

The bell above the door jingles and almost immediately Seonghwa is at the front desk. He was so excited to see you again, though it had only been a day. You looked relaxed today, the white shirt with pink sweats combo making you stand out once more.

“Hi Seonghwa!”

“Hey good to see you! I thought you would’ve had a change of heart.” A light flush coats your cheeks at his teasing words. He hands you a clipboard and a pen, suddenly you feel overwhelmed at the insane amount of text on the form.

“Fill this out for me and I’ll take your ID for a copy.” Pulling out the plastic card, you hand it to him. He leaves you alone as he disappears towards the printer at the back of the shop. Meanwhile, you fly through the paperwork sliding the clipboard towards him when he reappears.

“Alright, follow me to the back.” You sheepishly trail after him.

There, on the counter is a white sheet, you almost gasp when you see the full design. Fine lines stem from the center of what would essentially be tattooed between your breasts, swirling together to create a bunch of stems interlaced with a variety of dainty flowers decorating the ends. Intricate leaves branch out, all of which would be covering the area under your breasts.

“Oh my god, Seonghwa!” You gasp getting closer to the sheet, “this is beautiful.”

You turn to look at him and he wears a proud smile, it makes him look different? He usually wore this persona of being a tough guy who was in a band, tattooed as one of his jobs and was deemed scary, but in this moment he was anything but that.

“I'm so glad you liked it, it's definitely a delicate piece, perfect for a girl like you.” You can’t help the heat rushing to your cheeks. Suddenly the room feels hot and you fan yourself, an action that doesn’t go unnoticed by Seonghwa.

“Ready to get started?”

He begins to set up his station, while you set your stuff down and pull your hair up. You hop on the chair, reclining back.

“Um…” Seonghwa awkwardly coughs, when you turn to look at him he stares at you expectantly. Then you realize you still had your shirt on,

You stay oddly silent, a wave of embarrassment rolling up your body.

“I’m not wearing a bra.” You mutter.

“Uh, I can tape something over you to cover your…” he trails off motioning to his own chest. When you don’t say anything he continues, “or you can stay bare, it’s nothing I haven’t seen before but I want you to be comfortable.”

You contemplate for a second, before pulling your top off.

Seonghwa watches as you fold the shirt on your lap, eyes shooting up to meet yours. You lean back into the cushion, chest out and ready for him. You questioned where you got this confident boost from, still you remain calm swallowing thickly at how heavy his presence felt.

Seonghwa doesn’t say anything, he scoots his stool under him and takes a seat.

You stare at the ceiling boards, focused on the feeling of the plastic razor run over your skin. His fingers lather you in the stencil transfer gel, he lays the thin sheet over your skin letting it rest for a minute until he peels it back.

The squeaking of his wheely stool fills the room followed by light metallic taps on his tray, finally you hear him take a deep breath.

“Okay, you ready?” He asks and all you can do is nod.

The first touch is electrifying, you laugh at yourself in your head. How touch starved were you? That the feeling of your tattoo artist leaning his hand against your skin is enough to wake something up in you. The pressure is constant as he drags the needle over the fine lines. Your skin is on fire by the time he's halfway done with lining.

“Do you need a break?” His voice brings you back to reality.

“Uh no,” your throat is hoarse.

“Maybe when you’re done lining, I’ll take a water break.” You say, in a soft voice.

“Okay let me know if you need anything.”

With that he resumes the line work, by the time he finishes your left underboob you really start to feel the pain.

Seonghwa is focused on not fucking up the lines, yet you make that hard when he feels intoxicated by your scent. You smelled so sweet and fresh, and your skin so supple and warm under his hand despite the barrier of his gloves. He presses particularly hard over one area and you whimper. The sound shoots straight down to his cock. He pulls back and closes his eyes, taking a deep breath, you were really doing a number on him. Just a few more lines. He reminded himself.

After a full hour the line work is complete. You go to stand up but he stops you.

“Please be gentle with yourself and stand up slowly, there’s no way you don’t feel faint in the head after all of that.” You nod and slowly rise, reaching for your pink water bottle. You sip on some water, watching Seonghwa disappear into the back closet and come out with a bag of jelly beans.

“Have some, they’ll keep your blood sugar up so you don’t pass out on me.” You take the bag and immediately pop some in your mouth.

“I love jelly beans.” You mumble, and the tattoo artist laughs.

“Is that why your nickname is JellyBelly?” You almost choked on the sweets melting in your mouth, how’d he know that? Then you realized, Wooyoung.

“Only Wooyoung calls me that,” you pout, feeling betrayed that your friend had given up your nickname like that.

“It’s okay, it’s cute.” Seonghwa says, reorganizing his station. Your cheeks flare up and you fan yourself out. Something he had taken notice of that you did any time he made you blush.

***

After another long hour of shading the piece was done. When you looked in the mirror you couldn’t stifle the gasp that ripped through you. It was exactly what you had envisioned, it was delicate, intricate, it was beautiful. After Seonghwa cleaned it and wrapped it you couldn’t help but give him a hug, one he sheepishly returned.

“Sorry, I don’t know if you like hugs or not, but this was worth one. I can see why Wooyoung trusts you.”

He shrugs it off,

“Thank you, for trusting me.”

Just as he finishes the payment transaction and you’re about to walk through the door, he stops you.

“Do you wanna come by Precious Club tomorrow night? I’ll be playing with the band.” The invite comes with little to no thought, even Seonghwa shocks himself. His heart pounds in his chest as he watches your pretty face contort into a smile.

“Yes of course!” He relaxes when you accept his invite, you wave him one final goodbye. His eyes trained on you as he watched you leave through the glass windows.

He buries his head in his hands, confused at how giddy he’d been feeling since you'd walk through the damn door. Never had he ever acted this way towards one of his clients. He got pretty girls coming in to get tattooed by him in masses, yet no one ever stuck out to him. Sure he’d had a couple of hook ups with a few of his clients here and there but never did he crave such a slow burn feeling more than now. He wanted to take his time with you, get to know you, really find out who you were, he wanted to work for it.

No amount of disinfectant could get rid of your scent that still lingered in the shop even after hours. It reminded Seonghwa of how close he’d been to you, your warmth, even the small whimpers you’d let out whenever he’d go over a specific area.

“Fuck.” He breathed out, squeezing the poor cleaner bottle in his hand. Deciding enough was enough, he finished cleaning and locked up the parlor; ready to kick back and smoke a joint while he probably rubbed one out to the thought of you.

***

“Wooyoung.” You whined, throwing a tantrum on your carpeted floor.

“What, what!” Your best friend exclaimed resting on your bed scrolling through his phone.

“What do I wear? You know best you’re in the band with the guy.” You remind him, he’s too focused on his phone to answer right away.

“Wooyoung!” He finally brings his attention to you, dropping his phone on your bed.

“Jeez JellyBelly,” He stands up walking over to your closet. He stands there for a second before turning to you.

“Yeah you’re cooked, none of this matches the vibes.”

You groan and throw yourself back on your floor.

“Why are you stressing? Seonghwa would want you to just dress like you normally do. If you show up in a grungy outfit, it’ll be obvious that that’s just not who you are.”

His words echo in your brain. He did have a point, but you didn’t want to be looked at sideways at a renowned rock club.

“It’ll be fine JellyBelly,” he reassures patting your head,

“I have to go though, tech starts in half an hour. I’m excited for you to be there. I can’t believe it took another guy asking you to come for you to attend one of my shows.” He feigns hurt.

“I love you Woo.” Is all you can say, and that genuinely pulls a laugh out of him.

He sees himself out and you are left to come up with this outfit all alone. After a couple of rounds of mix and matching you settled for the color scheme of black and pink. You figured it was the perfect mix of Seonghwa’s favorite color and yours.

The pair of black flared jeans wrap around your hips and thighs beautifully, you top them off with a baby tee reading ‘Star Fucker’ in pink glittery letters, was it a bold move? Yes. Did you care? Not at all– if anything, it’d be a fun conversation starter. Your makeup is soft like always, your hair pulled back into two messy braids with strands framing your face.

The commute to the club is a rather long one. Settling on the fact that you wanted to drink, you decided to leave your car home and take the bus, only the ride was 45 minutes too long.

The club peeks into view and immediately your heart pounds, the line is out the door and wrapping around the building. Never in a million years did you think Wooyoung’s band was this famous but here you were. The line consisted of mostly girls with a few guys thrown in here and there.

The bus drops you off at the stop halfway up the block, as you walk towards the back of the line you can’t help but feel the gazes of the girls in line burning through you. It was a mix of judgemental and admirable looks, some would even smile at you if you made eye contact with them. As soon as the doors opened the line begins moving rather quickly.

“20 dollars at the door, cash only!” The bouncer yells, the girl in front of you pays quickly and now you’re face to face with the big man.

“I-i don’t have cash, but I know the members.” The bouncer scoffs,

“You know how many times I’ve heard that story? Silly girl. Next-”

“No wait, I'm serious, im frien-” You’re cut off by a man with an earpiece coming out, he leans into the bouncer's ear, telling him something.

“Well I guess today is your lucky day. Come on in.”

The girls behind you mutter in confusion. You step into the dark club, already the air is filled with smoke. The lights hazy through the thick clouds in the room. People are lined up in the pit securing their spots, given your short stature you head for the small balcony where you manage to stand against the railing looking down at the stage and crowd. Minutes tick by agonizingly slow, you even went down to the bar to get a drink. You rest against the barricade sipping on your amaretto sour until you finish it, getting another one right as the show is about to start.

“I don’t see her anywhere.” Seonghwa mutters, peeking through a crack in the black curtains. Wooyoung taps him and points up.

Seonghwa feels his heart race when he spots you, he smiles and retreats back into the dark backstage area.

“What the fuck is wrong with me man?” He mutters. Wooyoung looks at his friend with a concerned look, never had he seen his bandmate so distressed, not even his first break up had him looking like this.

“I like her. I like her a lot, I don’t think I’ve ever been this much into someone till now.” He sighs rubbing his face with his palm.

Wooyoung suddenly feels proud, “what can I say I’m a matchmaker.”

Seonghwa sends him a playful glare.

“Shut up, you did not send her to me because you’re a matchmaker.”

Wooyoung shrugs, “well not necessarily but she wanted a tattoo– you’re looking for someone, she’s looking for someone. It worked out.”

Seonghwa is about to reply with a smart comment but the lights going out and the roar of the crowd bring him back to reality. It was show time.

The set starts off strong with a crowd favorite. You watched in awe at how good Seonghwa was on stage. Occasionally you’d jump at the sudden boom of the base shaking through you. Rock was not something you’d ever listen to in your own time but it wasn’t bad to listen to in a moment like this one; besides you were supporting your friends.

For two songs straight it’s like you were in a trance, the way Seonghwa moved and sang, basically pouring his soul out into the stage was so captivating. The heat of the stage lights broke him out into a pool of sweat making him look like an angel glowing in the darkness. He looked absolutely breathtaking and you felt yourself falling for him more and more as the set went on.

“How’s everyone feeling tonight?” His voice is loud and raspy into the mic, sending a wave down to your core.

“We are Prestige Academy, thank you all for coming tonight.” Seonghwa is panting, taking sips of his water to refresh his raw throat.

“Alright now, this next song means a lot to me, a lot to us as a group. This is ‘What You Do to Me’, make some noise if you’ve ever been in fuckin’ love, lets go.”

Your heart flutters as the pounding of the drums fills the room once more. You listen intently at the lyrics, it was definitely a song about yearning for someone. You watch with a smile; the song slows down for the bridge. You watch intently, feeling the energy in the room shift when you see him reach a hand up towards the balcony. His hair sticks to his face, sweat fully pouring off him now, his eyeliner is smudged around his eyes adding to the darkness swirling in them. Still, you can clearly see his eyes are locked on you. Your stomach swirls, something deep in you burning for him like never before, you needed him.

Every word muttered into the mic regains new meaning for Seonghwa, you’d come into his life like an unexpected storm and instead of questioning his feelings, in this very moment he finally accepted them. You feel your cheeks heat up, bringing a hand up to cool yourself down. There it is, Seonghwa thinks, the sole indicator of what he did to you.

He pulls away from the mic for the guitar break.

After an almost 1 and a half hour set, the show was over. Some fans left while others lingered around the backstage entrance, hoping to at least get an interaction. You take a seat down at the bar this time, hoping to see two familiar faces coming from the back soon. It's not long when high pitched squeals fill the room, you are able to see Seonghwa walking through the crowd followed by Wooyoung and the other bandmates.

Waving a few hellos, you notice when he spots you, right away making a beeline for your spot on the bar.

“Hey!” He greets with a smile and you stand up to hug him. He gently wraps his arms around you. You give Wooyoung a hug as well.

“You guys did amazing!” Seonghwa takes in your outfit, chuckling to himself when he reads your shirt. Wooyoung disappears off to what you assumed was VIP so you are left with Seonghwa. As soon as you meet his eyes he motions to his chest.

“What’s that about?” Your cheeks redden when you realize what he's talking about. You shrug trying to play it cool.

“Do you like it?” You ask, he can’t help but nod. You in this dark club that plays music that you surely don’t listen to, just for him; it was perfect.

“You’re perfectly out of place.” He whispers in your ear. You feel so small under his intense gaze, never had you had someone break you down this easily.

Seonghwa’s mind swirled with different thoughts, he wanted to get you alone and just talk each other's ears off about anything. You watch him hesitate a bit as he searches the VIP area until he catches Wooyoung’s gaze. He motions something to him and grabs your hand, stringing you along somewhere, though you don't ask where, you were just happy you were with him.

Now you sit face to face at a small family owned Mexican restaurant across the street from the club.

“So are you in school?” He asks, mouth full of a steak taco. You giggle and nod.

“Yeah, I get my medical assistant certification at the end of this month. Then I might do nursing. I’m not too sure yet.”

Seonghwa nods, rather impressed at what you did outside of this little bubble he’d put you in. He was intrigued, he needed to know more.

“Are you in school?” You return the question.

There's an awkward pause at your question, til he lets out a loud chuckle. When he sees your confused expression he contains himself.

“Oh you’re being serious.” He hums and shakes his head, “nah, I decided to become a full time tattoo artist and do music on the side. Surprisingly I make enough money to sustain myself.”

You chat like you’d know the guy for ages. The more he learns about you the deeper he falls, you are so perfect in his eyes. There was no question about where he wanted to take this, he was certain he wanted you as his; to put a label on this. He could only hope you felt the same. He’d fallen fast and that scared him.

He pulls up to the side of your apartment, immediately he steps out rounding the car and pulling your door open. You step out, sheepishly walking towards your front door.

“Thank you so much for tonight. I needed a good distraction.”

He gasps, faking offense, “so I'm a distraction?” Immediately you shake your head. “Of course not!”

He smiles at your frustration and you playfully shove him.

“You know what I mean Seonghwa.” There’s a comfortable pause.

He shuffles a bit on his feet, looking adorably awkward. Your eyes meet his and slowly you lean in for a kiss. Typically you never kissed on the first date but this, this felt so right, he felt so right. He lets your plump lips touch his, without second thought he pulls you in. The kiss escalating fast. He suddenly pulls away leaving you wanting more.

“Not tonight baby.” He whispers, resting his forehead against yours. You whimper at the feeling of what you want most being ripped away.

“I wanna do this right. Okay?” He asks, looking down at you with the most loving eyes, and so you nod. You unlock your door and he lets you go with a kiss to your cheek.

***

The dates with Seonghwa didn’t end there, he’d taken you on a total of five dates, asking you to make it official on the fifth one. He spoiled you greatly, treating you like an absolute princess. You’d never experienced such great love and care in a relationship until now.

You quickly learned he was a hardworking guy, he’d stay up for hours working on new tattoo pieces, or writing lyrics for a new song. He burned himself out often and you always tried to contribute to his well being. You were more than happy to be that breath of fresh air that got his mind off everything when he needed it.

Tonight was one of those nights. You told him to come over, that it was okay if he stayed over. You heard him hesitate over the phone, but you reassured him that it’d be okay. Only after hanging up the call did you feel a wave of nervousness. What if we end up having sex? You’d never gone past kissing, but you were sure he’d never put you in an uncomfortable position. You cleaned your apartment, sweeping and mopping under every crevice you could think of, by the time you were done your apartment was spotless. With very little time to spare you showered and dressed in the cutest pajama set.

As if manifested by thought, Seonghwa was knocking at your door. He came in looking sweaty, eyeliner smudged and hair disheveled. He’d just come back from a show which explained the large duffel in his hand.

“Hey baby.” He greeted, pressing a kiss to your lips. You wrapped yourself around him and he relaxed in your hold breathing in your comforting scent.

“Bathroom is free for whatever you need okay?” You tell him, knowing he was raging for a shower.

“I’m being so honest, I think I'll be skipping dinner tonight. I am so tired.” He mumbles going in for another hug. You gladly wrap your arms around him again.

“That's okay baby.”

Seonghwa melts under the hot stream of water, he couldn’t believe he was in your shower at this very moment. Remember what he’d said about life going well these days? Well now it was going great. He stepped out of the shower, dried off and dressed in some basketball shorts and a wife beater. He brushed his hair back in the mirror, letting the wet strands dry towards the back of his head.

When he walks into your room, you feel your breath get lodged in your throat. With his tattoos on full display you were feasting on his exposed skin. You traced each one with your eyes, even making note of those that you hadn't even seen before. They were absolutely breathtaking. He hops into bed with you, laying so you're face to face. He brings one hand up to brush your hair out of your face, then he runs it down to grip your dainty hand in his. You watch as the small butterflies tattooed in his hands stretch and condense as he flexes his hand.

You swallow thickly, feeling a fire burning deep in your core.

“Seonghwa.” You whisper. He hums gently.

“What is it baby/”

He can see your mild hesitation before you open your lips.

“I just want you to make me yours…fully.” His heart flutters at the softness in your words, you were so perfect, so malleable. He wanted to break you into nothing, show you his love in its entirety; because that's what you deserved.

He doesn't speak a word, instead he cups your cheek and pulls you towards him, he lifts his head to slot his lips against yours. Without missing a beat you adjust yourself to lay on your back while he hovers over you. His hands though very careful feel rough on your skin as he freely explores, touching and feeling what he hadn’t before.

“Are you okay?” He asks, pulling away for a second.

“Yes Hwa please, touch me, don't hold back.” You burned for him, you needed him. He sighs, god what were you doing to him?

“I don't wanna break you.” He mumbles peppering kisses along your jaw.

“What if I want you to?” That was all the confirmation he needed.

He dived into your neck, leaving small splotches here and there, working his way down till he reached the waistband of your shorts. He pulls them off in a smooth movie, leaving you in nothing but your sleeping top and panties. On your own accord you pull the tank top off leaving you bare to his eyes.

When he sees the almost healed tattoo on your chest he swears he almost cums on sight. Seonghwa feasts his eyes on your tits, hand immediately groping and toying with your hard buds. You arch into his touch to which he leans down and brings one of your breasts to his mouth. He suckles and twirls his tongue around while you writhe underneath him. He wastes no time in pulling your panties off while also stripping himself down to his boxers. He lays down on his belly to reach the heat between your thighs. He gropes your supple skin under his hands, leaving pink fingerprints all over.

“Seonghwa please.” You whine, hips bucking towards his mouth.

“Stay still.” He smacks the side of your thigh, pulling a whimper out of you but making you lay as still as possible for him. In the act of pressing your eyes closed you feel him before you see him. His mouth dives into your sopping core. Lips encircling around your clit as he worked you towards what you wanted most. Your mouth drops open, hands fighting to find purchase on something, anything.

“f-fuck .”

Your legs threatened to close, but Seonghwa wrapped his arms around your thighs pulling you open and keeping you there.

He feats like a man starved, you were the sweetest thing he’d ever had, he was addicted to your taste. His tongue prods at your hole before running backup to your sensitive nub.

“Hwa- fingers pleas-e.” He chuckles at your request.

He suddenly stops getting on his knees and looming over you. One hand reaches between your thighs while the other runs up to rest against your throat. He stays there for a moment, you give him a reassuring nod, your own hand encircling around his wrist to pull him tighter against your throat.

He takes two of his long digits running them up and down your cunt before pushing in, hand around your throat tightening. Your whines fill the room as he pumps his digits. He pulls them out, rubbing the pad of his fingers on your clit. Back and forth, back and forth; tears pool in your eyes, hips uncontrollably bucking.

Between his fingers and his grip on your throat, you were getting overwhelmed fast. Your high was barrelling towards you with no stopping. You arch your back hips sinking further into his fingers and before you knew it he had you cumming. Your thighs tremble around his arm, brain fuzzy and out of touch with what had happened. You suck in deep breaths trying to recollect yourself.

“Are you ready for more?” You hear him ask, though faint you nod. He gently taps your cheek, when you open your eyes the room looks fuzzy.

“Words baby.”

“Yes Hwa more please.”

“There you are baby. Did that feel good?” You nod. “Yeah? Had to prep you for me doll,”

“Desperate little slut. Look at you asking for more.” You clench around nothing at the nickname.

He leans down to kiss you , you feel him moving his arms, when he pulls away his cock is free from its confines, his slender hand is wrapped around it as he preps for you. With one hand holding himself up and the other holding his cock he lines himself, eyes watching where you two would soon be joined. Just before he pushes in he looks at you.

“Please Seonghwa.” You croak.

He gently moves his hips, his fat tip splitting you open around his girth. You wince at the stretch despite his prep. When he finally bottoms out you watch his face contort into one of pleasure. He closes his eyes, lips between his teeth and brows drawn together.

“So fucking good baby.” He finds rhythm pounding into your wet cunt. He groans at the way your walls enclose and throb around him. His pace isnt forgiving, the more he moves, the further he fucks you open. You’re on cloud 9, you pull him down, pressing your lips against his. His hand interlace with yours and suddenly he's pinning you to the bed as you spread your legs further for him.

“Look at you baby, taking me so fucking well. Who knew huh?” He says looking at you speaking with pure fervor.

“Who knew the goody two shoes girlie was such a slut for dick.” He feels you clench hard around him.

“Am I fucking you dumb baby? You can’t even reply to me.”

“h-hwa .” Is all you can squeak out.

He quickly pulls out, flipping you on your belly. He’s taken aback when he sees a huge tattoo piece decorating your upper back.

“You’re just full of surprises huh?” He mutters, hand running over the ink on your back. He sinks back into you, hands coming to wrap the braids you sported around his inked hands.

“Oh fuck.” You moaned, back arching heavily as he pulled you. With each snap of his hips the globes of your ass would smack back on him. Heavy pants and moans filled the room, Seonghwa slowed down when he felt himself getting closer. He rested against you, your arms giving out under yourself making you land flat on your bed with your ass up. Seonghwa drags his hips slowly, the tip of his cock reaching depths you hadn't felt before. An inked hand slithers its way around you to find your clit. As soon as he finds the hypersensitive bud, he rubs. Hips pistoning into you again. Slowly but surely he brings you to the edge until you fall over. Your walls clamp down on him as you throb and squirm all over from the stimulation. He holds you down in his arms till you've come down.

All you can do is whimper from sensitivity as he pulls out. He helps you on your back again.

“Can you handle a bit more baby?” He asks and all you can do is nod. He slides home once again. This time he sets a decent pace, not too brutal, not too slow. As he moves he drinks you in with his eyes, from the swell of your breasts, to the fresh tattoo done by none other than him, and the way your pretty face contorted in pleasure suddenly he was finishing. He pants loudly, hips coming flush against yours.

“Take it pretty girl, take it.” He groans, head thrown back, eyes pressed shut.

Your legs wrap around his waist as he bent you open. Once he leaves his load in you he pulls out slowly, watching the way your pussy still pulsed in the aftermath. Globs of cum trickled out running down and coating your ass. With gentle fingers he scoops it back up and stuffs it into your hole. Eyes focused on the task at hand. You whimper at the sensitivity.

Seonghwa drops next to you, eyes watching for any sign of discomfort. He grabs your hand pressing a gentle kiss on your knuckles.

“My perfect girl.” He whispers.