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You’re so taken aback by this whole interaction that you don’t have it within you to argue, you simply step aside and let the frazzled line cook into your apartment.

“Okay, I don’t have much time,” Donghyuck explains. “My chef is going to kill me for taking the longest vape break ever-”

“Slow down,” you laugh.

“Look, I went for a vape break, I found this kitten by the dumpster, I jumped in my car and came here.”

“It’s a no-pet apartment building,” you point out. 

“Can you just take care of him for the day? While I figure this out?” Hyuck pleads. 

“Don’t you have other friends in the building?”

“No one who’s home all day like you are- come on, it’s a kitten, it needs someone around or it’s going to be screaming super loud and then the landlord will hear it and evict me-”

“What about a shelter?”

“I don’t have time to look up no-kill shelters, and besides, you know how the cat distribution system works!” 

“Fine,” you sigh, gazing at the purring ball of fur. “What time are you off work.”

“Around nine,” Hyuck responds, holding the kitten out for you. “You’re doing me a huge favor.”

“Just this once, while you figure the whole situation out.”

One: 

You’re doing your best to continue working, but the kitten has been a bit of a menace the entire day. You suppose this orange fur ball is a bit like Hyuck that way, not that you know your neighbor very well, but you have a sense for him. Hyuck has to be a little chaotic to turn up on your doorstep with a kitten he found by the dumpster, but the flip side of this whole thing is that Hyuck is showing a lot of tenderness to have cared about this cat at all.

You work as much as you can, but when the kitten starts crying, you decide to call it a day.

There’s a can of tuna in your pantry, the type that’s in water from when you were on a health kick a month ago, and you spoon it onto a little plate for the orange kitten.

He’s eager to eat it all up, making an obnoxious yet endearing gnawing sound as he decimates all the tuna.

When he’s finished, you lift the little cat up into your arms, taking him to your couch to rest while you put on a show.

The little trooper is exhausted, and a food coma comes quickly.

He lays on your lap, napping and purring and relaxing, and you can’t help but enjoy the little fur ball’s presence. He calms you, and before you even know it, it’s nine, and a knock at your door signals Hyuck’s return.

You lift up the orange kitten, carrying him to your door. Hyuck enters your apartment with a sigh.

“How was my child?” he asks, immediately reaching out to take the cat from your hands.

“He wasn’t too bad, I fed him a can of tuna. He’ll probably be good till the morning, but you’ve got to figure out what you’re doing with him.”

“Yeah, I’m still thinking about that,” Hyuck groans. “Thanks for the help today.”

“Don’t mention it, seriously.”

“I’ve gotta get home, I’m exhausted from work, and I’m guessing you’ve got things to do.”

You don’t have anything in particular on your schedule, but it’s not like you and Hyuck are very close, so you let him leave. It feels a little odd to look at your empty apartment once he’s gone- sure, you’d only had the kitten for nine or so hours, but… he’d livened up the space a little, in a way you can’t quite explain.

You go back to your couch, letting out a sigh as you turn your show back on.

Not fifteen minutes later there’s a knock at your door, and for the third time today, Lee Donghyuck enters your apartment.

“He wouldn’t stop crying for you!” Hyuck explains, handing the squirming kitten over to you. “Maybe he thinks you’re his mom now!”

“Hyuck,” you sigh. “You’ve got to sort this out.”

“I was thinking… can you… can you take him to the vet tomorrow?”

“The vet?”

“You know, make sure he’s not tagged or anything?”

“Make sure he’s not tagged?” you ask. “You’re hoping he’s a stray?” 

“If he’s a stray then I get to keep him,” Hyuck states. 

“Again, this is a no-pet building.”

“Everyone says that, but I know for a fact that Mrs. Sue on the fifth floor has some mega old and dying Persian, and I’m pretty sure the nonbinary couple next to me have some calico that’s missing a tail-”

“What?”

“It got out one day, I saw it scratching at their door. Have you really not seen any cats in the building?”

“I don’t go out much,” you admit.

“The point is, people have cats, they just hide them.”

You release a sigh. “I think there should be an emphasis on the word cats, not kittens, who are substantially louder and need more attention.”

“Well…” Hyuck gazes down at his feet. “You work from home.”

“So what, this is our cat now?” 

“It could be,” the line chef muses. “I mean, look at him, he’s obsessed with you!”

The orange kitten is purring like an engine in your arms, making softies against your chest, and you have to admit, it’s clear he’s taken with you, perhaps as taken as you are with him.

“Fine,” you relent. “I’ll take him to the vet tomorrow. We’ll see if he’s tagged, and we’ll work it out from there.”

“You’re literally a lifesaver.”

Two: 

The lunch rush is over, and Hyuck has time to think about you while he’s prepping for dinner. His coworker, Mark, is beside him, and Hyuck can feel his gaze.

“You good?” the tattooed softie of a chef asks.

Hyuck sighs. “Just thinking.”

“About what?”

About you. How you’re the girl next door, the artist, the visionary, the lifesaver-

“I found a cat by the dumpster yesterday,” Hyuck admits.

“What?”

“My neighbor is taking care of it right now, and I guess we’ll find out if it’s chipped or not.”

“Isn’t your building like, a no-pets sort of thing?” Mark asks.

“That’s more a guideline than a rule,” Hyuck explains. “Besides, it’s a tiny cat that weighs two pounds, not some dog.”

Mark only shakes his head, continuing to cut carrots.

“I’m thinking I want to give the cat a name that’s related to food and art.”

“Why art?”

“Because my neighbor is an artist.” 

“That’s cool, have I heard of his work?”

“My neighbor is a she, Mark, god, you’re so sexist.” 

Mark stops what he’s doing, turning to face Donghyuck. “Now I get it. I bet you think she’s cute.”

“She’s super cute.”

Releasing a sigh, Mark rests his hands on the cutting board in front of him. “Names that are related to art and food. I guess you could do colors that are foods. Like, clementine or olive or something.”

“That feels too food driven, I want like, an artsy name.” 

“Let me think about it,” Mark sighs.

The two continue to work, and at the end of their shift, Mark pulls Hyuck to the side. “There’s only really one super artsy name I can think of, and it’s Fresco.”

Hyuck has no idea what Fresco means, but something about it speaks to him. Without a second thought, Hyuck blurts out, “It’s perfect!” and he promises himself to look it up before he drives home. 

Three: 

Hyuck is practically buzzing as he arrives at your apartment, but he forces himself to rein in the excitement. “How was the vet visit?” he asks.

“You got your wish, he wasn’t chipped. The vet guessed he’s a stray, born on the streets, that sort of thing,” you explain, cuddling the kitten close to your chest as you speak. “I figured you might not have time to grab provisions for him, so I got some cans of food, a litter box, some toys-”

“Really?!” Hyuck immediately reaches into his pants to pull out his wallet, removing some cash, which he thrusts out toward you. “Thank you so much for the help!”

With a shake of your head, you accept the money. “I don’t know if you’ve thought this whole thing through.”

“He’s our cat now, the distribution system is never wrong.”

You laugh, but the chuckle turns into a sigh. “Our cat, huh?” 

“I was thinking, if you don’t mind, he can stay with you during the days when I’m at work, then I’ll have him when I’m here, you know, like a child of divorce or something.”

The way you blink at him tells Hyuck you don’t find his words to be that amusing, but he can see you’re up for the task. It’s clear to him that you have fallen in love with the kitten, and Hyuck would be lying if he said he wasn’t excited about the prospect of a dual ownership- after all, it would mean the two of you would see each other more often. 

“I guess we can make this work, but if the building manager finds out, I’m blaming all of this on you,” you warn.

“I’ll take full responsibility.”

“So… I guess now you just have to name him.”

“I was thinking about that!” Hyuck blurts out, unable to hide his excitement anymore. “What about Fresco?”

“Fresco?”

“I came up with it myself,” Hyuck lies, wanting to impress you. “Fresco is an art term right? Something about painting plaster?”

“Rapidly and somewhat erratically, yes,” you laugh.

“And Alfresco is Italian for eating food outside, like, fresh air, or something,” Hyuck explains, doing his best to remember the brief research he’d done on the word before knocking on your door.

“So it’s an artsy food name,” you muse with a smile.

“An artsy food name,” Hyuck agrees.

“I kind of love it.”

Four: 

You suppose you should be used to Hyuck knocking on your door by now, but for some reason, it always comes as a surprise.

He steps into your apartment with a grin, holding Fresco in one hand, and a six-pack of beer in the other. “It’s my day off,” he announces. “Do you wanna hang out?”

You look him up and down, shaking your head and laughing. “I’m working.”

“Painting something?”

“I guess you can come see.”

“We won’t bother you too much, I promise,” Hyuck tells you as he follows you through your apartment to your little art office space. When his eyes land on your canvas, he lets out a whistle. “So you’re an artist artist?” 

“I get paid for it, so yes,” you giggle.

“You’ve got the whole setup,” Hyuck muses, immediately heading for the small couch in the corner. When he’d first dropped Fresco off, the kitten had fallen asleep on this couch, and it seems his owner is just as able to make any place into his own home.

Hyuck collapses onto the sofa, immediately cracking open a beer. “Can I watch you paint?”

You’re not one for having others watch you do your craft, but Hyuck - as it turns out - is extremely hard for you to say no to.

“Just don’t make any comments about what I could be doing better,” you warn him.

“I don’t know anything about art, so you don’t have to worry about that,” he assures you. 

“Some people don’t know anything and they still make comments,” you muse.

“Then they’re stupid.” Hyuck takes a swig of his beer, stroking Fresco as the kitten gets settled on his lap.

You pick up where you left off with the art piece, and Hyuck is quiet. He drinks his beer, pets Fresco, and scrolls on his phone, but after a while, your curiosity gets the better of you.

“Have you owned cats before?” you ask.

“Not really.”

“Well, you’re good with them. I never would have pictured you as a cat guy, it’s giving maternal.”

Hyuck lets out a laugh. “If you didn’t peg me as a cat guy, what did you peg me as?”

“Honestly? A fuckboy?”

“Everyone says that.” Hyuck shakes his head.

“So you’re saying it’s not true?” 

“I mean… maybe in the past, I’ve been a bit of a fuck boy. But, everyone around me is in these long-term relationships, and I guess these days I want commitment, even if that commitment is with a cat and not a girl.”

You consider his words, and as you do so, Fresco gets up. He approaches a few of your finished canvases, smelling them carefully. You and Hyuck both watch him as he begins to pur, clearly enjoying the colors.

“He likes your art,” Hyuck grins. 

“He has good taste.”

The two of you continue to chat while you work, and after a while, both Hyuck and Fresco pass out on the couch.

You note the way they’re bathed in the sun, and with a sigh, you put your current project to the side in favor of a blank canvas.

It’s rare to have a person, or an animal for that matter, sit still long enough for you to paint them, and something tells you both Fresco and Hyuck are tuckered out for the long haul. 

You enjoy painting them, taking in every detail, and the creativity comes as easy as ever with the two of them as your muse. 

Five: 

You and Hyuck have something of an understanding now. It’s been two weeks. Hyuck works, you take care of Fresco, and when he’s off, the line chef comes straight to your house to see your shared fur baby. 

The kitten has truly become your muse, and you’re enjoying the art of drawing this rambunctious cat.

It’s around nine o’clock, you’ve got a glass of wine, and you’re just putting the finishing touches on your recent Fresco piece, which is when Hyuck knocks at your door.

You’d unlocked your apartment an hour ago, and one call ‘Come in!’ has Hyuck entering. He lets out a whistle as he sees the canvas. “Holy shit, that’s good!”

“I know, right?” You can’t help the grin on your face. You’ve been testing out different methods, watercolors, acrylics, more abstracts- this one is more of a splatter piece, where you’d painted Fresco in funky colors, and then splattered it, you’d even dusted the canvas with glitter, spraying it with hairspray to get it to stick as an adhesive. 

“I feel like you’ve captured his chaotic essence,” Hyuck laughs.

“He’s not so chaotic right now,” you muse, looking at the kitten who’s tuckered out on the couch.

“Do you want me to take him home? Or… do you want to watch a movie or something?”

You look Hyuck up and down. “That sort of sounds like a date.”

“I mean… these past few weeks we’ve kind of been having little dates, right? I mean- I want to ask you on a real one, but we can’t leave Fresco alone…”

“No, dates here sound nice,” you nod. “I’ve got wine, if you go and wash up, grab some beer, it can be a date when you get back.” 

“Really?” His eyes practically bulge out of his head.

“Yeah, why not.”

“I’ll be right back,” Hyuck promises, nearly tripping over himself to run to the door.

He’s an odd one, but you kind of love it. 

Six: 

Hyuck’s not one for dates, but there’s something very comfortable about a stay-at-home sort of situation. The two of you are used to each other’s company, and the ease that Hyuck feels isn’t something he’s experienced with any other girl in a very long time.

In some ways, this reformed fuck boy is a touch obsessed with you.

Part of him wonders if it’s the joy of the chase- after all, he’s never interacted with a girl this long and not weasled his way into her pants. However, another part of Donghyuck knows his sexual attraction to you isn’t the main drive behind this connection.

There’s just something about you that he clicks with on a deep level.

He loves your whole art thing and he loves how kind and peaceful you are too.

“You know, you’re different from most of the girls I’ve gone out with,” Hyuck muses.

“Yeah, how so?”

“Well, usually I date within the industry, you know, servers, expo girls, that sort of thing. They’re all very… I don’t know, at work they’re extroverted. They always know what to say, but sometimes in the past, I’ve wondered if it’s all an act, and it’s made it hard for me to trust them, hard for me to see them as any more than flings.”

“That sounds like a you problem, Hyuck,” you giggle. “If you have trust issues, you have to own that, you can’t blame it on the women you’ve dated who didn’t contribute to the original wound that developed into a mistrust of girls.”

Hyuck sits with your words for a moment. 

“Also… I used to be a server, so are you saying you don’t trust me?”

His eyes snap toward you in shock. “Really?”

“Just for a bit,” you shrug. “You’d be surprised how many people take a stint at serving, especially when they’re going through uni.”

“I guess that’s where your charm comes from,” Hyuck says, swallowing thickly. “Bet you made big tips.”

You laugh, and the way your face lights up makes Hyuck’s chest feel tight.

The sound wakes up Fresco, who has been sleeping for most of your date. The kitten yawns obnoxiously, stretching out and making biscuits against your leg. 

“I’ve done alright for myself,” you muse, petting the kitten lovingly. “Which, speaking of, I think it’s about time to call it for the night. I’ve got to wake up early and finish a commission that I’ve been pushing off.”

“Right, yeah.” Hyuck shakes his head to snap himself out of the daze he’s in. “I’ll take Fresco and give you some room for your beauty sleep.”

He reaches for the kitten, who cuddles up against his chest, purring loudly as Hyuck makes his way to the door, where Hyuck stops. He turns to you, licking his lips.

“That was fun.”

“It’s usually fun with you,” you agree.

“Can I… do you mind, I mean-”

“You can kiss me, Hyuck,” you laugh, reading his mind and making him even more flustered- which is odd, because Hyuck never gets flustered. 

He swallows the lump in his throat, leaning forward. You close the distance, cupping his face so he can press his lips to yours.

Hyuck melts into the kiss, but he’s also aware of the kitten purring diligently between your chests. You’re both careful not to squish the small creature, and as much as Hyuck wants to kiss you stupid, he holds back. He gets the sense you’re also restricting yourself, and it’s all Hyuck can think about as he heads home.

He could taste the passion on you, and it’s a temptation unlike any other, a need left unsatiated due to circumstance.  

Seven: 

“You seem eager to get out of here,” Mark notes as Hyuck hurries with his closing duties. 

“Gotta get home to see my cat and my neighbor.”

“Your neighbor, you mean the cute girl next door who you somehow talked into taking care of the stray kitten you found.” 

Hyuck rolls his eyes. “It’s a dual partnership sort of thing, we both love Fresco.”

“Dual partnership,” Mark mutters. “Dude, are you like… dating this chick?”

Now Hyuck turns to look at Mark, and it takes him a second, but then he simply blurts it out, “You know what, yeah! I am dating this chick! We have a whole ass child together.”

“Your kitten is not a child,” Mark groans.

“He cock blocks like one.”

Mark immediately grimaces. “Jesus, I did not need to hear that.”  

Eight: 

It feels like now that you’ve kissed Hyuck, some invisible door has been opened in regard to your relationship. If he’d been tiptoeing around you before, now, he’s uninhibited. He shows up at your place with a bouquet of flowers, and without a second thought, you invite him into your apartment to watch a show while Fresco naps.

While this is only officially date number two, it feels like you’ve had a lot of dates- the two of you have been spending many evenings together when Hyuck picks up Fresco after work, it’s just now, these ‘hangouts’ have a more specific purpose or designation. 

You’re interested in Donghyuck, and your opinion of him has changed drastically in two weeks.

When you first met him in the elevator, you’d thought he was nothing more than some fuckboy line chef. But now, you see a deeper side of him.

He’s thoughtful and caring, a little chaotic in the best way, but willing to calm down and match your pace.

And to top it all off, he’s hot as fuck.

God, you pour so much of yourself into your art that you haven’t really left room for a relationship in a long time. There’s a convenience to Hyuck, given that he’s your neighbor, but this whole blossoming relationship isn’t just founded on proximity. 

The cornerstone of all of this is Fresco, if you’re being honest with yourself.

Fresco, the little cat that Hyuck brought into your life because he knew you would open your heart for it. He knew that together, the two of you would be able to take care of this sweet kitten and give him a good life. Existing as something like strangers, Hyuck had been able to see your caring soul, even if you’d been blinded to his kindred heart.

You’ve already ripped the bandaid off with a kiss, and when Hyuck notices you staring at his mouth, he shifts closer. 

“Hi,” he grins.

“Hi, yourself,” you giggle.

You watch him swallow a lump in his throat, his gaze flickering down to your lips and then up again. “I’m hoping that kiss wasn’t a one-time thing.”

“It wasn’t,” you assure him. “I’m just not used to dating, and making a move has never been my fortè.” 

“Then I can make all the moves,” Hyuck chuckles. “We can go as slow or as fast as you want.”

“I think you know what I want right now.”

Hyuck’s grin widens. “For a girl who doesn’t make moves, that was a pretty sexy move you just made.”

“Shut up and kiss me.”

Hyuck can only laugh as he leans forward, cupping your cheek and bringing his lips to your own.

You grab at his shoulders, trying to shift closer- but Fresco is asleep between the two of you, so there’s only so much room to move.

The kiss turns heated, with Hyuck’s tongue swiping your bottom lip, and you can’t help the moan that escapes you.

He feels so good, and the way his hand cups your cheek- there’s something dominant about it. Hyuck’s clearly confident, and from the way he kisses, he has every right to be.

You’re drunk from just a bit of kissing, and you can only imagine what full-on sex with this man would be like-

A loud meow makes you jump, and Hyuck lets go of you with a sigh. Both of you look down at Fresco, who’s now awake, and as rambunctious as ever as he begins to make softies on Hyuck’s thigh.

“Cock block,” Hyuck groans, but he begins to pet the small kitten all the same.

You laugh a little, releasing a sigh as you try to calm your racing heart. Maybe you’d needed an interruption because you were about ten seconds from ripping Hyuck’s clothes off, and maybe, just maybe, you should give things with him just a little more time.

You’re horny after a long period without a relationship, and you want to be sure Hyuck’s right for you before you jump into something with your neighbor, after all, not every romp with the boy next door ends happily, and you very much like this living tension free in this building. 

Nine: 

It’s been a week of making out and getting interrupted by Fresco.

Tonight, you’re in the little studio room. You’re on the couch sipping wine while Hyuck uses a feather-string toy to tire out the naughty kitten.

It’s been an hour of playing, and you’re shocked such a tiny animal has so much energy, but you can see it dwindling.

“Come on, Fresco, don’t you want a nap?” Hyuck groans, lying on the ground while he flicks the feathered toy here and there for the tiny kitten.

You can’t help but laugh at his antics. At this point, Hyuck looks more tired than Fresco does, but that’s what happens when he works a nine-hour shift. He’d told you when he arrived that the restaurant was busy today, something about a walk-in twenty top just as happy hour started, and the longest order of appetizers he’s ever seen. 

You’re thankful when Fresco finally yawns, and Hyuck practically jumps for joy, picking up his kitten and carrying him to the little bed you’d bought. Hyuck sets Fresco down on the green pillowy fabric, and the kitten immediately stretches, letting out a sigh.

You begin to pet Fresco as Hyuck lets out a sigh, collapsing on the couch and reaching for his beer.

“Who knew having a kitten would be like having a baby.”

“To be honest, babies might be easier,” you joke, making Hyuck laugh.

“Do you want kids?” he asks, shifting the tone rather suddenly.

“Uh… I don’t know, do you?”

Hyuck shrugs. “I guess it depends on the girl I end up with. I would be happy with kids, but I’d be just as happy with two cats and a dog, you know?”

“Two cats and a dog?” You cock a brow. “When did you come up with that specific of a dynamic?”

“Well, I figure, cats like company. Fresco would be easier to take care of if he had a playmate, you know? And I like dogs, but if we have more than one dog, then it might overpower Fresco and the other cat. So I feel like, Fresco, another cat, and maybe a cat-sized dog would be perfect.”

“I never pictured you as a small dog kind of guy.”

“Well, weiner dogs are cute as fuck, I don’t know what to tell you.”

You laugh as you imagine this perfect little life dynamic that Hyuck has clearly spent time thinking about.

“You’d have to find a different apartment to live in,” you muse.

“That’s doable,” Hyuck shrugs. “You’ve got this whole one-bedroom, den, and office space set up, but I’m in a bachelor suite right now. If you and I end up dating for a while, we’d have to find a bigger place.”

“You’ve been thinking a lot about the future, huh?” 

“I’m a father now,” Hyuck jokes, petting Fresco, “I need to be thinking ahead.”

You stare at this pretty man, this man who had walked into your life only a month ago like a sudden storm. You’d initially seen him as a type of chaos, but he’s calmed down considerably. He’s a reliable, nurturing person, and now, the type of man who thinks about the future instead of just taking things as they come.

You like that he has plans, plans that seem to include you. This isn’t just a short-term thing to him, and that knowledge has your throat feeling tight.

Looking down at Fresco, you realize he’s asleep. “Come on,” you whisper, “let's move to the kitchen.”

Hyuck doesn’t question you as you both stand, and you exit your small office studio area, carefully closing the door behind you.

In the kitchen, you set your wine glass down before turning to Hyuck.

“How long do you think Fresco will be sleeping for?” you ask.

Hyuck shrugs. “Could be an hour, could be ten minutes.”

You consider his words for a moment. “I get the feeling you can work with ten minutes.”

He stares at you blankly, and you see the second the lightbulb goes off in his brain. “I mean-” He clears his throat. “If you’re up for that, I could definitely- you know, I could take care of you in ten minutes-”

“Then let's not waste any more time,” you tell him, closing the distance to throw your arms around Hyuck’s shoulders. His lips press against yours immediately, his hands grabbing your hips to pull you incredibly close- this is the first time Fresco hasn’t been between the two of you, and it feels like heaven to have full-body contact like this. 

God, his tongue is perfect as it strokes against your own, his fingers digging into your hips when you release a moan from the sensation.

“Your bedroom,” Hyuck whispers gruffly, and you can tell it’s taking all his control to not throw you over your kitchen counter right now.

“Come on,” you tell him grabbing his hand and leading him to your room. For good measure, you close the door, hoping two sound barriers will allow Fresco to sleep through all of this- you’re not sure what you’d do if he began to cry while Hyuck was balls deep inside of you, and you don’t want to find out, not now.

Hyuck’s lips are on yours again almost immediately, and you grab the front of his shirt, pulling him with you as you back up toward your bed. Your calves touch the mattress and you lower yourself down, keeping your mouths connected as you do so.

“Take your shirt off,” you command next, a little shocked that you feel confident enough to tell Hyuck what to do in a situation like this.

“Whatever you say, gorgeous,” Hyuck laughs, breaking the kiss so he can tear his shirt off.

Then he’s on top of you, and your legs are wrapping around his hips, pulling him closer as your lips clash passionately. 

“Can I start undressing you?” he asks, mouth moving to your throat, where he licks at your skin and makes you gasp.

“Yeah, whatever you want,” you tell him, swallowing thickly and trying to center yourself.

His fingers find your shirt, and he slowly pulls it up. You help the process by lifting your arms, and the fabric is discarded. You’re in a cute lacey bra and silky shorts now, and you’d be lying if you said you hadn’t been dressing extra cute this past week in the hopes that this would happen.

No, you’re fully prepared. You’d taken one of those horrific ‘full-body showers’ in the morning, and you’re thanking God that it wasn’t in vain.

“This is cute,” Hyuck tells you, mouth moving down to your chest as his hand cups your breast through the bra, squeezing gently.

“Thank you,” you gasp, loving the way it feels to be touched by him like this.

You’re a little surprised when his mouth moves down past your breasts to your abdomen, and he slinks down onto the floor as he begins to drag your shorts off.

It’s clear what his intention is, and it has your heart racing- you haven’t been eaten out in ages, and most men make the whole thing feel like a chore. Having Hyuck, who is clearly eager to get his mouth on your pussy without being told to… it’s super sexy, and you can feel yourself getting wet already. 

“Ten minutes, right?” he jokes, looking up at you as he hooks his fingers in your panties. “I think I can work with that.”

You can’t even find the words within yourself to respond as he strips you bare from the waist down. His hands grab your thighs and he begins kissing up your legs, looking up at you to be sure you’re okay with this.

You nod at him, swallowing thickly in preparation.

“So wet already,” Hyuck muses. “Guess you’ve been wanting this for a while too.”

“Uh huh.” God, you feel so dumb, but he just makes you crazy- he takes your words away, and as he takes his first lick of your pussy, all you know is pleasure.

Your head falls back as a groan escapes you, your body immediately relaxing as he starts to eat you out.

He’s slow with it, taking his time to explore you. You get the sense that he’s listening to your responses, gauging what feels best.

His lips suction around your clit and you whimper, threading your fingers through his hair.

Hyuck switches between licking and sucking, testing different pressures until he finds the right one, and then you’re gasping, eyes clenched shut as pleasure begins to build even faster in the pit of your stomach. 

“That feels so good,” you whimper, wanting to give him praise despite your current tongue-tied disposition. 

Hyuck groans against your core, and the sound has your legs shaking. Your grip tightens in his hair, and from the way he reacts, you can tell he kind of likes the pain.

Fuck, he’s so sexy- you’ve never been this turned on before, and it helps you get to the edge faster than you can even fathom.

“Shit, fuck, Hyuck-” you groan, eyes clenching shut again as your stomach muscles tense incredibly tight.

He doesn’t say anything, doesn’t pull away from your pussy for even a moment, but a new vigor erupts through him, and that’s all you need as confirmation that he wants you to cum.

A few more licks, a few more sucks, and a gasp escapes you, your muscles clenching right before the release that rockets through your entire body.

Your core is throbbing, pulsing with pleasure that overwhelms you in the best possible way.

Sounds of pleasure are escaping you with no regard to being too loud- your mind is blank except for the orgasm Hyuck has just provided, and he eats you out through the entire thing until your thighs are shaking and you can’t take it anymore.

He pulls away, and you can practically hear him licking his lips.

“I’ll grab a condom,” he tells you.

Although you’re on birth control to manage your period, this is a man you’ve never slept with before, a man who hasn’t discussed exclusivity, and more importantly, a man who’s admitted to being a fuckboy in the past.

You stay quiet as Hyuck pulls his wallet out of his pants, retrieving a condom. 

Then, Hyuck pushes the fabric of his jeans down, exposing himself fully to you.

You can’t help the way you begin to salivate.

His cock is thick, and it’s a decent length too. Your best friend has referred to this type of cock as ‘boyfriend dick’ before, meaning the type that’s big enough to satisfy, but not so big that it leaves you feeling wrecked.

You undo your bra, joining Hyuck in full nudity before you reposition on your bed, moving up so you can rest on the pillows.

He rolls the condom onto his cock, not whining one word of protest about wearing it- in fact, you hadn’t even asked him to, he’d just taken matters into his own hand to practice safe sex for your first time.

You kind of love this.

He’s definitely turned your opinion on him right around- this is not the man you thought he was, and the man he is… well, he’s so much better than you could have imagined. 

“Okay,” Hyuck whispers as he finishes with the condom, looking up at you. “You good for this?”

“Yes, please.” You open your arms for him, beckoning him onto the bed.

He joins you, and your legs wrap around his hips, your lips meeting his own.

He kisses you deeply, and you can taste yourself on his tongue, but it’s not unpleasant. He groans against your mouth and you thread your fingers through his hair tugging gently.

Hyuck is grinding down against your core, and it feels amazing to have slight stimulus on your clit after an orgasm, but your inner walls are screaming for attention, and soon, you’re reaching between your bodies to grab his cock. 

“Ten minutes, remember?” you laugh.

“Fuck, I got distracted.” He presses his forehead against yours, looking down at where you’re guiding his tip to your entrance. 

“It’s okay,” you assure him. “Just focus now, I got to cum, so I want you to cum too.”

Hyuck moans at your words, and you slip the tip of his cock inside of you, making you groan too.

He smashes his lips to yours again, kissing you eagerly as he sinks into your core. He goes slowly, allowing your body to adjust, and once he’s fully inside of you, he pauses so you can both moan from the sensation.

“You feel so good,” he tells you, his breath hot along your throat as he moves to press kisses there.

“You too,” you whisper, wrapping your arms around his shoulders. “You can move.”

“Okay, gorgeous.” He swallows thickly. “I’ve got you.”

Then he begins to fuck you. As was his pace when he entered you, Hyuck is careful not to start at a hundred percent. He builds tempo comfortably, and your moaning urges him on until he’s fucking you so hard that the bed is shaking.

You grasp his shoulders roughly, whimpering as he kisses your throat, paying attention to your sweet spot. Each lick of your neck has your body tingling, your pussy getting wetter and wetter as he rails into you.

Your nipples feel incredibly sensitive too, pushed up against his chest. Each rock of his body is a sensation against all your most important erogenous zones, and it has you going crazy.

As it was with him eating you out, your mind is blank as Hyuck fucks you, and you kind of love it.

“Fuck, you feel so fucking perfect,” Hyuck groans.

He grabs your hand, lacing your fingers as he presses it to the bed as an anchor, and then his lips meet yours again.

It feels so intimate to be fucking like this, and it makes things even more pleasurable.

You can feel the pressure building in the pit of your stomach again, can feel your core beginning to tighten around him-

“Are you gonna cum again for me?” he asks.

“Yeah, I’m close,” you whimper.

“When you cum, I cum,” Hyuck tells you, pressing his lips to yours so you can’t disagree.

He fucks you even harder, and each drag of his hips has your clit being stimulated too, which is tightening the coil in your abdomen even more-

You begin to gasp against his lips, getting closer and closer until you explode for a second time, your pussy clamping down on Hyuck like a vice.

“Fuck!” He pulls away from your lips, moving to bury his face against your throat. You can tell your orgasm has triggered his own from the way he’s panting, his thrusts faltering ever so slightly- you’re pretty sure he’s doing his best to fuck you through your high, despite the fact that this might be overstimulating for him.

Maybe he likes a bit of overstimulation, as he likes the pain that comes from pulling on his hair. Regardless, he fucks you through it until you’re both gasping messes.

Then, as you lay there for a moment, you hear a meow.

You and Hyuck both break out into laughter, and you kiss his cheek. “You can go clean up in the bathroom, I’ll deal with Fresco.”

“Can I stay here tonight?” Hyuck asks. “You know, cuddle?”

“You and Fresco can both stay,” you assure him. 

“The first of many sleepovers,” Hyuck tells you, standing up with a groan. “I like you a lot.”

You can sense there’s a deeper emotion behind his words, but it’s still too early to be deep diving into any feelings more serious than ‘liking’ each other, so with a nod and smile, you agree. “I like you too.” 

And for now, that’s all you need to say.

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It’s been six months of hiding Fresco, and three near misses with your building manager, so when Hyuck shows you a pet-friendly apartment he’s found online, you jump at the chance to view it.

“This is so much bigger than your space,” Hyuck muses as you do the walk-through. “And look, this room has better light for your paintings!”

You can see him imagining himself here, and it warms your heart.

“Are you ready for this next step?” you ask, pulling Hyuck to the side to have a heart-to-heart.

“I’ve been ready to move in with you for months,” he tells you, hands falling onto your hips.

“This is a big change,” you remind him.

“But it’s good, for us, for Fresco- and the lease doesn’t say anything about the amount of animals either.”

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smut tags― mingyu hook up, morning sex, lazy fingering, lazy fuck, dirty talk , unprotected sex, awkward build up, finger fucking, pussy eating, raw grinding, no blowjob in sight sorry lmao, deep penetration, cream pie, kind of cum stuffing but like not entirely intentional, cum eating, no mention of after care but it does happen off record, cheesy love stuff 

“Hey, um,” “Hmm?” Seuncheol hummed out in a sleep-heavy voice. “Did you actually enjoy doing that for me?” “Are you fucking kidding me? I literally came in my pants.” He responded in a sudden, louder voice.  “Oh,” You think hard. “Is this gonna change stuff between us?” “Probably, but not in like, a bad way. More like in the can-i-eat-you-out-all-the-time-way.” He responded with confidence, shifting a bit and hugging you closer to him. 

You remember the conversation that happened after he went down on you like it was yesterday, and he’s a goddamn liar. Nothing changed in your friendship with him, and he certainly doesn’t ask to eat you out all the time either. If anything, you’ve felt disappointed time and time again with the aftermath of that night.

It’s weighing on you in a strange way. At first, the weeks following the first and apparently, only time Seungcheol went down on you, you almost expected him to ask for a repeat. You wanted to return the favor. You wanted him to ask but he never did. Even when he came over to hang out, even when you tried to lay down hints.

Nothing changed.

In fact, he doesn’t even talk about it. He doesn’t look at you as if he’s tasted you, and he doesn’t act like he came in his palm against your bed, right in front of you. He’s just…Seungcheol. Sweet, caring, aloof, Seungcheol. And you’re just you. Except you want to be someone else at this point. Someone that he does feel differently around after that.

Maybe you weren’t a memorable event for him when it comes to intimacy. Maybe he prefers to pretend it never happened? Maybe he was really just doing you a favor and intending for it to never go past the initial act. Even with his sweet words after the fact. Maybe, that was just to reassure you so it wouldn’t be awkward. 

You’re a version of you who wants to know what the fuck he’s thinking about. Did it taste bad? Did he get cold feet about it all? Arguably, if things did get weird after what happened, you’d feel more comfortable than you do with the situation as it stands. 

It is weird now, but only because it’s not weird for him. 

Even now, as you lay across the same bed where he had his head nestled between your legs, you can almost feel the tingle of what it felt like. The way his hair tickled your thighs, and the way his fingers laid against the flesh of your legs. The sun is beaming in through your windows and it still doesn’t feel as warm as it did when he cuddled against you that night. It’s been weeks and your heart is sick for him by this point. Sick with confusion, angst, lust, maybe even love if you think hard enough. 

You miss him a lot more than before as you throw your hand up to your face in a gentle slap as if to knock yourself out of it. This is insane. Every day you wake up feeling this way, thinking of him, and where you stand with him. It wasn’t like this at first, you truly expected him to come back for more and now you’re just sitting here with a loop of reasons as to why he never did. 

Insane. You’ve gotten head from so many people and didn’t think twice about them the next day, Seungcheol is different though. You knew he would be too.

Why is Seungcheol any different? Why do you miss him so badly right now? Why couldn’t he pick up on it either? Even worse, why do you feel like doing that with him was a mistake?

He’s with his parents for the weekend, and you’re here still thinking about shit that should have been released with your orgasm. 

You haven’t gone on any dates since that time, you haven’t met up with any one other than him to hang out, and at this point you’re starting to feel a little pathetic for falling in so deep. It’s entirely one sided, he makes that very clear.

So, naturally, you hop up with the confidence of a damn lion and decide that today, it ends. You will stop making it weird between the two of you, if he has even noticed anyway. You’re gonna get dressed, look hot as fuck, and sit on your couch swiping left and right until you find a hot piece of man that’s willing to take you out tonight.

That’s when something dawns on you. You remember Seungcheol briefly mentioning Mingyu to you, which seemed more like an implication if anything at the time. 

Why would Mingyu be jealous of what happened that night? You can admit to being attracted to him but it’s not like the two of you hang out often or anything, and it’s also kind of a rule for yourself that you don’t fuck within the friendgroup. Seungcheol was an exception, solely because that’s your best friend. Or, well, was your best friend. 

Now though? Who cares about these little rules you create for yourself? You need a confidence boost. You need your mind to be taken off of this little spiral you keep falling into. Most of all, you need to be proven wrong that you can still get off without it being him. 

So, texting Mingyu? Easy. 

Thankfully, Mingyu texting you back at lightning speed seemed even easier for him. 

~

Well, Mingyu sure did a great job at getting your mind off of Seungcheol for the past couple of hours. 

You lay there in his bed, feeling your body tingle from the sensation of just how well he lived up to the promise of a good time. For hours he touched you, licked against you, fucked you and yeah, you did fucking enjoy it. 

But why now? Why did you only just decide to give Mingyu a shot? Why are you lying in his bed, with his heavy arms thrown across you as he snores gently behind you, feeling the need to cry? Why do you wish it was Seungcheol, your best friend who seemed so eager to please and then suddenly leaped ten feet back as if he never suggested it in the first place? 

Your brain is confused despite your body relaxing itself from the state of bliss you were able to experience. You really did enjoy this time with Mingyu and think that maybe, if you continue to make late night visits to him, the need for your best friend will weaken in time. 

God, if only Seungcheol would just talk about it.

And you fall asleep thinking about that. About how you’ve let your feelings weaken you to the point that it’s genuinely hard to enjoy being pleasured by someone who actually has the capability. 

And, well, you wake up much the same, except Mingyu was quite quick with his fingers upon waking up himself. Showing you that even if the person you want doesn’t have a thing to do with you, he sure does. 

“Good morning,” He rasps in a sleepy voice, fingers already traveling down your stomach as he hugs up against you from behind. “Glad you finally came through for me.” 

You quirk a brow. Right, Seungcheol is the whole reason you're here. If not for mentioning him, at least.

“I finally came through?” You chuckle, your body jolting at the ticklish sensation of his lips brushing the back of your neck. “You knew I was single, why didn’t you call me?” 

You feel a harsher kiss against your neck, and his fingers only travel further down now. 

“Bro code.” He whispers, dipping his fingers between your still naked legs. “I’m not overstepping if you’re the one asking for it.” He slides his fingers gently back and forth between your legs, trying to work you up. “And you did.” 

You think hard about that. Bro code, overstepping limits, not coming onto someone unless they do first solely because someone must have asked him not to. And you’d think even harder about who that someone might be, but instead your brain is quickly thrown into the morning sex routine Mingyu must offer to all of his lovers. 

You enjoy it too, the small moments of bliss where you’re not in your head about what you could have possibly done wrong with Seungcheol for you to end up feeling this way. It’s a brief moment of numbness though, feeling his fingers pleasure you gently can only do so much to quiet your thoughts. 

“Are you saying one of your friends had dibs on me or something?” You laugh in a half-joke, arching your back to rub your ass up and against the bigger and warmer man behind you. 

“You could say that, I’m assuming he missed his chance though–” Mingyu whispers snidely, now satisfied with how you already drip for him and sliding one of his fingers into you. His other hand, being used to hike one of your legs up and against his hip to open you up for him. “You wouldn’t be here doing this if he didn’t.” 

You clench around his finger unintentionally, pretending you don’t know who you’re both referring to. Mostly because there’s no way in hell it’s your best friend, seeing as how he’s acting like you don’t exist outside of platonic friendship with him. Then again, who else could it be? Soonyoung? Jihoon? Fucking Wonwoo? As fucking if. 

“I guess he did miss his chance–” You breathe, now allowing yourself to give into the lazy and slow pleasure being offered. “Deeper.” 

And he listens. Mingyu goes deeper and deeper with one finger, then two, then three, up until you slip his fingers out of you and plead through your body to have more. Deeper still, holding you from behind, plunging into you as if to intentionally fuck the confusion out of you. As if to, maybe, prove that Seungcheol isn’t the only man who can please you now. 

~

When you eventually find yourself walking through your front door, you do feel better. Mingyu did have some type of capability to make you feel as desired as Seungcheol did. After all, it’s not often that you sleep over with a man, better yet get fucked again as soon as you wake up with him. 

Even so, you know Seungcheol will be back tomorrow, wanting to hang out yet again as if nothing happened. Thankfully, with Mingyu around, maybe you can pretend alongside him. Maybe even forget it ever happened. 

You can argue that for the first time, you’re even a bit annoyed when you see his name pop up in your notifications with a call as if you’re not right in the middle of texting Mingyu. It’s not that you were trying to go back over to his house or anything, but man, he sure is trying to get you to come back for a third round already. 

Maybe you just like when people are eager to please you, or maybe you don’t like to feel as if you’re the one chasing another person. Still, you answer Seungcheol, seemingly releasing all of this resentment you’ve built up for him in an instant. 

“What?” You huff into the phone, feeling it vibrate with another text from Mingyu and wanting nothing more than to see what his fourth reason would be for you to come over not even ten hours after you left. 

“What?” Seungcheol responds questionably to you. “What do you mean ‘what’?” 

“I mean what do you want? I’m busy.” You huff again with a roll of your eyes, flopping back on your bed. 

“Oh god, something happened.” Seungcheol groans, though he was simply calling you because he missed your voice. “What’s wrong?” 

“No, not really. Was just trying to figure out what I’m doing tonight when you rudely interrupted me.” 

Something is off, Seungcheol can feel it. Your voice has a bite to it, one that feels like you’re mad at him. Not to mention, he knows what you mean when you say you’re trying to find something to do for the night. He tries to reserve his feelings though, despite wanting that something to be him. 

“Oh, I know there’s an event at one of the clubs downtown tonight I think. Soonyoung mentioned it–” He pauses briefly to hear another annoyed breath from you. “You’re not gonna go with him?” 

“Nah,” You wave off dismissively. “I think I’m just gonna go hang out with Mingyu.” 

You don’t notice at all the brief and panicked silence for a solid second and a half before Seungcheol reacts.

“Wait, what?” He says quickly after managing to process those words, trying not to sound as panicked as he knows he feels. “Mingyu? Why?!” 

God, he knew he shouldn’t have said anything about Mingyu that night, but his confidence was overflowing and he couldn’t help but boast at the time. It’s come back to shoot him in the dick, knowing full well that Mingyu has been trying to get you into bed since he fucking met you. Hearing you ask for him in this context is something that makes his blood run cold. 

“Relax, I was with him last night. It’s kind of like, maybe gonna be a normal thing now.” 

You refuse to pick up on Seungcheol’s tone. He had all the time in the world to make you feel something other than confusion, and this is just fucking petty at this point. He clearly doesn’t want to have anything with you, so why in the hell should you just sit around hoping? Waiting? 

“Mingyu? You want to fuck Mingyu?” He asks in a lower tone, trying to convince himself that he has to be mishearing you. You can hear him shuffle around and close a door behind him, showing that he doesn’t want his parents to hear him. But the frustration showing blatantly in his voice is somehow…satisfying. 

“I already did. I figured he would show me a good time since no one else can, and he did.” You shrug with slight disobedience. Resentment bubbling up in your gut to the extent that you almost want to grill him for having any type of opinion about it. 

Seungcheol hangs on those words for a second. “Since no one else can.” 

He really thought he was the one who could do it for you. 

“Yeah, but–”  Seungcheol starts, feeling like a child almost in the way he protests despite not being in a position to have a say in who you sleep with. “You know what? Nevermind. Do what you want.” He adds blankly, hanging up before you can get another word in. 

Honestly, he doesn’t know what he’s doing wrong because you acted like he was fully capable of doing everything right. Hanging out with him consistently after the fact, not making it weird, flirting with him, asking him to sleep over. 

He wasn’t sure if he should ask you for more or if he should ask you to be his girlfriend first. The whole reason he’s with his parents right now is because he felt the need to run home to his Mom for girl advice. Embarrassing? Yes, but he really wanted to do things right. He cares about you. 

He needed just one single weekend away, and the second he’s gone you’re out fucking other dudes? Fucking Mingyu? 

By now, that asshole is probably feeling like he’s on top of the world for getting to touch you. Not even he has done what Mingyu’s managed to do with you by now and he can’t help but feel pissed about it. 

Whether you’re his or not, Mingyu never should have been a fucking option. 

So, he calls you right back, pushing back the feeling of how pathetic it seems considering he’s the one who hung up on you. Then, when you don’t pick up, he immediately feels his stomach drop. 

You must be talking to Mingyu, you must be setting up a time and place to meet with him. And Seungcheol has heard that Mingyu knows how to fuck. Other people have said he’s good in bed. Surely, if you’ve already been with him once and you’re still wanting to go back to him, those other people weren’t lying. 

To Seungcheol, it feels like he’s losing you to his own friend with each passing second, and it’s weighing so heavy that spamming your phone with calls to interrupt whatever it is you’re doing right now feels like the right thing to do. In fact, it feels like it is the best thing in the world to do. 

He calls again. You don’t answer.

Again.

“What?!” You answer, annoyed. 

“Why would you even want Mingyu?! Is he really that much better than I am?” He doesn’t think before he says it, because if he did, he wouldn’t have been able to say it at all. 

It’s his turn to experience that awkward silence because in all fairness, you don’t know how to respond to that. You feel annoyed now, you feel confused and quite frankly, blind sided. Since when did he care? 

“What’s that supposed to mean? You came onto me once and then never followed up.” You dead-pan at yourself in the mirror across your bedroom, speaking into the phone with a voice that seems scolding. “I don’t see why you’re mad that I’m hanging out with Mingyu. We aren’t dating, Seungcheol.”

“Since when? Who said I didn’t want to do it again?” Seungcheol argues back in a whispered voice, showing you that he still can’t be as loud as he’d like to be. He chooses to ignore that last sentence though, pretending as if it doesn’t strike him in the center of the heart. 

“Nobody! That’s the thing, you haven’t said anything about it. Not that you want to, not that you don’t. You’re just being you and it’s driving me up a fucking wall.”

Pause.

“You’re mad because I didn’t make it weird?” It’s like his brain clicks. 

“Pretending it didn’t happen somehow makes it worse.” You lower your voice, ignoring the string of texts Mingyu is sending you and listening closely to what Seungcheol might say next. Your heart is racing through this hushed argument, and it feels good to admit that you kept thinking about it, even if he hasn’t.

“I wasn’t pretending that it didn’t happen,” He pinches the bridge of his nose with a sigh. “I just wasn't sure what the next step was.”

You’re fucking appalled.

“Seungcheol, I have been flirting with you since it happened because I couldn’t stop thinking about it. You’re the one who didn’t make any moves, so I figured you wanted it to end there.” You sigh loudly, but somehow feel a bit lighter. “Do you have any idea how that fucked with my confidence?”

Seungcheol sighs along with you on the other end of the line. 

“That’s why I was annoyed earlier, and that’s why I’m going to Mingyu’s tonight.”

“What?” Seungcheol’s voice raises a bit higher. “Still?!” 

It’s the fact that he’s trying to explain himself. Had he known that you were confused by his lack of, um, touching you, he would have done it every day since it happened! Yet, you’re still considering Mingyu an option? Knife to the heart, honestly. 

Or maybe he’s not being clear enough with you about this. 

You, on the other hand, nod your head as you hum a confirmation to him, smiling and wondering if this conversation will turn into an event that would, perhaps, have you cancel the hook-up with Mingyu.

“Why? Are you jealous?” You pry.

“You really called him, and now I’m just sitting here in my old room trying to find a way to get to you before he gets to you, again. Yes! I’m fucking jealous!” 

You remain silent, trying to pretend that your pettiness isn’t solely to confirm what he seems to be implying to you. Then, an unintentional chuckle leaves your lips. 

“Why are you laughing?!” His voice is raised again, and he doesn’t seem to stop spilling what he needs to say. “I wanted to do that for you for years and you somehow still didn’t know?” He pauses. “I always made it weird between us, what? You thought I treated all of my friends like that?”

You just listen, feeling your heart beat in time with each word he speaks. Strings of sentences like, “If Mingyu ever thinks he can touch you again, I’m going to break his arms. He knows how I feel about you.” and “You thought I’d just eat you out as a friend?! You’re insane.” and “I would have come home last night if you wanted to feel good so badly, why did you have to go see him, of all people?” 

The confirmation of Seungcheol being the friend who forbade Mingyu from making a move on you is right there, clear as day. 

“Ah, so the Seungcheol I know isn’t the Seungcheol everyone else knows?” You respond, trying to force the tingling feeling in your gut to calm itself. Hearing him be so blatant to you has your heart doing flips, and it’s not an easy task to make it stop.

“Of-fucking-course not!” He rolls his eyes, you can definitely tell. “You had me wrapped around your pinky from day one.”

“And you really thought that, with the way you seemed so uninterested–” You pause, processing his words. “I would have asked you to come home from your parent’s house to fuck me? For what? Funsies? You thought I'd be brave enough or selfish enough to ask such a thing?” 

Seungcheol sighs deeply, seemingly fed up with the situation. 

“It wouldn’t be because you are selfish.” He breathes out, almost angrily. “And for the last time, I’m not uninterested. I was just trying to do things right. I don’t just want to fuck you, you know.” 

“And you didn’t think to tell me until weeks after you ate me out?” You smile harder, trying to contain the heat flushing over your cheeks. “Until after I thought I had a pH imbalance and maybe you were just grossed out by me?!” 

“I felt like you didn’t want to be with me, and I needed you to want me somehow–” He explains with a shrug to himself. “I guess waiting and being polite isn’t really your style. I should have known that though.”

You let him continue, because you can tell he’s simply taking breaths and small pauses to figure out how to express his thoughts to you. 

“You can’t tell me that over the years, you never once noticed how often I stared at you.” He lowers his voice again, softening it to an extent that you actually feel the butterflies fly from your belly to your chest. 

”The fact that I jumped in head first and offered to do that for you? I didn’t think I had to tell you at this point…”He breathes out a chuckle through the line this time. “And for the record, I couldn’t get enough of how good you tasted. I was just trying to like– I don’t know.”

You listen to him breathe deeply, again. 

“I didn’t want you to think I was in it just for the sex, I guess.”

There. There it is. You’re nearly kicking your feet, feeling him confirm feelings and erase any hint of doubt within you. Despite never truly noticing that he treats you differently compared to his other friends, despite never thinking too hard about the way he looks at you. 

“You acted like it wasn’t a big deal, Cheol. I’m not joking. If that’s how you act when you like someone, you shouldn’t blame me for not noticing.”

“I literally tongue fucked you.” He dead-pans. “Friends don’t just do that.”

“I thought we were friends who could do that.” You argue. “But I guess you’re not quite looking to just remain friends, are you?” 

“No,” Seungcheol sighs. “Mom told me I needed to take you out on some extravagant date and express my undying love for you with a handful of red roses, but I guess this is just how it’s gonna be. After all, this is you.” 

“And this is you.” You confirm. 

“I was going to come home tomorrow and try to lie our way to the restaurant, which I still can, if you want. You kind of fucked up my plan though.” 

You still yourself at his words, suddenly feeling like shit for not realizing sooner. In your defense though, if he really did like you from day one, you didn’t exactly have a chance to see how he would have acted without feelings. The Seungcheol you know is your best friend, and someone you trusted with everything, you thought he treated everyone as well as he treated you. That’s why, when he didn’t change, you couldn’t read him anymore. 

Then again, all of this could have been fucking avoided if he had just voiced it to you. 

“Romance is dead and it’s your fault.” Seungcheol tries to joke, his soft tone somehow coming out even softer as he waits for some type of response from you. 

“So, are we done fighting?” You ask meekly, tapping your finger against your phone and looking up at the ceiling with a smile that by now, you can’t escape. “Since you’ve just expressed your undying love for me and I very much wouldn’t mind going on a date with you so we can work this out face to face?” 

“Are you still going to fuck Mingyu?” 

You laugh. 

“Oh yeah, for sure–” To his silence, you immediately take it back. “Oh my god, relax. It’s a joke.” 

“Get better jokes, asshole.” 

~

“What the fuck?” Seungcheol deadpans into the phone, his heart beating far too fast for his health, but vibing with it anyway because by tomorrow night, he’ll be next to you again. “You seriously had sex with her?!” 

“Hey, she’s the one who called me.” Mingyu shrugs as he listens. “To be fair, Seungcheol, I did tell her that someone else had dibs on her.”

Seungcheol slaps his forehead and rolls his eyes. 

“You asshole– I told you at least three hundred times that I like her! I don’t have dibs.” He gripes, trying to pretend that he’s not imagining Mingyu with you, the person he wants the most. 

“Damn right you don’t, because she seemed to have a great t–” 

“Mingyu, shut up. I don’t want to know what happened, but like, stop texting her.” 

Mingyu’s brow raises in curiosity. 

“Ah, did you finally make a move?”

If there’s anything Seungcheol knows Mingyu won’t do, it’s go for a woman that is actually unavailable. He has his fun, and he’s not one to turn anyone down if he has an interest in them, bro code be damned. And yeah, he’s still a little pissed at him for hooking up with you…but, it is true, Seungcheol made you feel like he wasn’t even an option in his attempts to be a gentleman. 

Still, boundaries need to be set now. Real boundaries.

“I did, and I would really appreciate it if you back off. I’m trying to make something out of this, you know?”

Mingyu lightens up, sighing at his loss of a would be fuck-buddy that seemed more promising than some he’s had in the past. 

“Jesus, you’re serious about her aren’t you?” He smirks as he speaks, feeling proud of Seungcheol for finally stepping up for himself. “I mean, I can totally see why. Please excuse me as I mourn that sweet, sweet, pu-” 

“Mingyu.” Seungcheol warns. “Shut the fuck up.” 

“Relax, I was just joking.” Mingyu plays it cool, though he actually is mourning it a little bit. “Good on you though. I’ll back off, don’t worry.” 

Seungcheol rolls his eyes yet again, his love-hate relationship with Mingyu becoming more fond than ever by this point. Only because he knows it’s a joke, and only because the confidence he had in himself before all of this wasn’t entirely where it needed to be. It’s true that he wasn’t exactly a pussy eating god before, nor could he even say he’s amazing at sex but, when it comes to you, he can’t help but be excited. He wants to do it all, be it all for you. 

Never in his life has he eaten pussy like that, and never in your life have you felt a mouth so eager to please between your legs. 

Mingyu could have been something, but he couldn’t have been Seungcheol, ever. 

~

The day couldn’t go by any slower than it already has. 

Seungcheol comes home tonight, and by home, you mean to your apartment where he doesn’t even live. 

Your mind goes in loops on what could possibly happen. Scenarios of him getting cold feet and ignoring that any of this happened at all again. Scenes of him unlocking your door, closing in on you, and kissing you before you can even say “hello”. Images of his hands on you, his mouth on you, what it would feel like if he were to…well, oh.

You snap yourself out of it, every bad scenario in your head gets replaced with one where you’ve got Seungcheol working himself on and inside of you. It’s making you feel hot, insane, and entirely too horny for the proposed date night full of talking that needs to be had first. 

Then you freeze, your hand on the handle of your mug as you wonder a bit too hard. 

What if he doesn’t show up at all? 

You did run off the second he left the city and fuck one of your mutual friends. Arguably, you were equally as bad at communicating with him as he was to you during the past few weeks. Sure, you flirted, but was that even enough when he literally put his tongue inside of you “as a friend”? 

God, he’d have every right to not show up. To move on, to never speak to you again. 

You’ve been so stupid. Both of you have, stumbling together but apart into something neither of you could even begin to navigate. For you? Sex is easy. Feelings though? That’s where it gets complicated. Yet, still, you find yourself more willing than ever to let these feelings roam free if he accepts them at face value. 

Solely because of how shitty it felt when you were trying to pretend that Seungcheol was nothing but a one time thing for his sake. 

And when the time comes, after hours of brooding, getting worked up, and feeling insane, you’re looking like a mess when he knocks on your door. So much for looking good for him. You’re an absolute fucking wreck when you open that door and dead-pan stare at him and his bags. 

“Hi,” He smiles, not quite making eye contact because he really is kind of embarrassed by all of this. “I’m here.” 

You step back from the door, eyes remaining on him. 

“You’re here.” You say quietly, watching him step into your apartment and drop his bags. 

You feel his breath before you hear his voice. So much closer than just moments before, right up against your ear, and his arms wrapping tightly around you. 

“Felt like I was gone for too long–” He whines slightly against you, breathing in a breath and taking in your scent. “Didn’t know I could miss you like this.” 

You fucking melt. Out of all of those scenarios and fantasies in your head, this wasn’t one of them. Which goes to show that Seungcheol is the one person in this world who can surprise you time and time again. You’ve hugged him like this hundreds of times, but this one, oh this one. He feels so close after feeling so fucking far away.

“You were gone for two days,” You smile, nuzzling against him and gripping his waist in your own hug. “Two days too long, though.”

You feel him smile, that little upturn of his lips pushing his cheek up and against you as he chuckles and pulls back. 

“We don’t have a lot of time to take it to the restaurant if you still want to go? I can shower when we get back.”

You pull back, offering him a small nod and feeling far too warm than you expected to. 

You look like shit, but arguably he might think he looks worse considering the long trip back to you. Still, the restaurant is the chosen option to have this conversation, and you’re ready to get it over with so that finally the two of you can take a step forward. 

~

The restaurant is nice. There’s a buzz of conversations surrounding the two of you but most of it feels muffled because the only sound you can truly hear is Seungcheol’s hushed and awkward attempts to get the ball rolling. 

“So, I guess that’s why I went to my parent’s house. It’s embarrassing, I know–” He says before you cut him off. 

“Tell me how you felt the past few weeks when we were together.” You say boldly, wanting so badly to have the confirmation that he really does want this, and that he suffered much like you did.

You watch a fan of rosy tint cross his cheeks as he breaks eye contact with you, looking to the table and then back up at you. 

“Okay, um–” He stiffens a bit, glancing around to make sure no one is looking or listening in. “When we weren’t together, it was a lot easier for me to think, but when we were together, I could only really think about one thing.” He admits, nodding to himself. 

You look at him curiously before you see his eyes light up in panic.

“No! No, no. Not like, sex…” He looks down. “I mean, yeah maybe sex too but mostly I just couldn’t stop thinking about ways to make you want me more than anyone else.” 

Your heart swells at his panicked save, and then the words that follow. 

“I already did want you more than anyone else.” You admit back to him. “I didn’t know I had feelings until you did that to me, and I’m sorry it took me so long.”

He smiles, reaching over the table as if to ask for your hand. 

“What about you? What did you think about when we were together after that night?” He asks for his own confirmation now. 

“Sex. Mostly, I guess. I felt like no one else would ever be able to make me feel that good again.” You look away, feeling ashamed and seen. “Goddamn, I sound so dramatic.”

Seungcheol snorts, laughing at how he should have expected this but the confidence boost is a happy surprise to him. 

“To be fair though, Cheol, I think I had my feelings and my lust for you mixed up.” You continue. “But that doesn’t change the fact that I still feel both of those things every time I see you, or even think of you.”

“Feelings and lust?” He nods with a smile and wiggling his eyebrows, his eyes glistening in the warm lighting of the restaurant. 

You nod in confirmation, side eyeing the waitress who walks over to take down your order. 

Both of you are somehow dissociated outside of each other, there’s no way you’re not because you don’t recall what you ordered, nor what he ordered, and he appears to be feeling much the same. The moment she walks away, he’s continuing. 

“I was really that good, huh?” A smirk from him, and a nod from you. 

“What about right now then? How do you feel when you look at me?” He follows up, looking down at the table. 

“Both of those things.” You dead-pan, squeezing your legs together as you look at him and feel the warmth radiating from even this far away. The confirmation of feelings is enough by itself to have your thoughts in the gutter about him, especially after weeks of wanting him. 

He quirks a brow before lowering his voice, his eyes drooping a bit. 

“Do you have any fucking idea how badly I’ve wanted to have your legs wrapped around my neck since I got back?” 

God, there he is. That same bold best friend who originally suggested eating you out in the first place. Not entirely unfounded that he said it, but fuck, your cheeks are searing. 

“Cheol, we’re in public.” You warn, knowing damn well that you’ve not been able to think of anything else either, but for the sake of the foundation of this relationship, you wanted to tame yourself. 

“Since we started hanging out, every fucking time.” He continues, ignoring your warning. “I would get so mad when you’d go to your little hook-ups. Sometimes I even wondered if you did it intentionally to piss me off.” 

Your cheeks are still hot, but now there’s a bit of guilt filling you. 

“You really had no idea how badly I wanted that to be me?” He continues with his streak of confidence, unintentionally dirty talking to you solely because he, genuinely, cannot deny his attraction or his feelings for you by this point. “Even right now, I want nothing more than to have you to myself.”

You pause, the guilt leaving you in an instant as it’s fully replaced with Seungcheol’s eagerness to have you in full, finally. 

“Why–” You sigh, dropping your head into your hands to hide your face from him. “Why are we at this restaurant again?” 

You feel his hand reach back over to you, removing your hands from your face and dipping down to look at you. 

“It’s so fucking hard to contain myself right now. I can admit that.” He whispers, blinking at you. “If you feel satisfied with where we stand, I’d be more than happy to leave this table now and prove everything to you.”

An instant nod from you, and an instant confirmation from Seungcheol. 

You’re both out of the restaurant before a single sip of water, before a single visual inspection of the forgotten food the two of you ordered, and before any doubt could creep in to ruin the electrifying atmosphere you were indulging in with him. 

For Seungcheol, his self control wavers with each passing moment as you sit next to him in the car. You look so calm as he drives as quickly and safely as possible back to your apartment, shaming himself for ever considering the two of you go in the first place. Still, the outcome is somehow more satisfying. Both of you wanting to leave just so you can truly be alone together? He couldn’t ask for a better night. 

Still, your calmness contrasts the way his insides vibrate the closer he gets to your place, and he wonders how the fuck you manage to do it. If you were to simply glance at him at the wrong moment, you’d see his entire body melt in the fantasies of what the two of you may be willing to do tonight. 

Years worth of pining in his head and heart are bubbling up now. You’re inviting him in, you’re accepting him, you’re wanting him back. 

What he doesn’t know though, is that you are quite literally imagining yourself wrapped in chains to this seat. Why? Because if it weren’t for those astral chains, you’d be on top of him in an instant, reassuring him that if there’s anything in the world you’ve wanted within the past few weeks, it’s him. You’d be apologizing for never taking note of his feelings before, and kissing away all of the kisses he wished he could have had with you before, replacing them with very real, firm, hot kisses. 

Thankfully though, you manage to tame the beast from within and somehow, so does he. Up until you get through your apartment door and the electrifying atmosphere sizzles away in an instant. 

You expected to have the confidence to, quite literally, jump on him as soon as your door closed. Instead, you find yourself standing in awe at the entryway. 

Seungcheol, on the other hand, would love nothing more than to have you right this moment, speeding and parking crooked be damned, he will not allow it just yet. 

“Listen,” He reaches out to you, pulling you up and against his chest. “I need to shower before I let myself do anything.” 

You breathe a sigh of relief, noting that the awkwardness came from the fact that Seungcheol’s energy is seeping out of him, lust and worry for possibly not being as clean as he’d like to be for this. 

It feels strange, actually. You can imagine you’ve had many hook-ups with men who wouldn’t even consider a shower before inviting you over. 

“Hurry up then, before I decide to call Mi-” 

“Don’t you fucking dare make that joke right now,” Seungcheol squeezes you tighter against you. “If we are going to like,” He pauses, struggling to say it out of pure nervousness that you might change your mind. “You know, be exclusive, Mingyu’s name is forbidden.”

You chuckle against him before shoving him back in a playful way. Noting that he's probably being serious about Mingyu, and you should lay off the jokes.

“Go, shower. I can imagine you probably taste bad anyway.” You joke again, feeling playful, excited, and so entirely ready to be anything he wants you to be. 

~

Damn this shower for feeling so good. Seungcheol could fall asleep under the warmth if it weren’t for the fact that he’s been half-hard this entire time and truly fighting with himself on how to approach this situation.

It’s kind of awkward, actually. Knowing exactly what the two of you are about to do but having to wait even for fifteen minutes makes it seem like you both have a scheduled hook up and nothing more. 

It’s not a hook up though. Seungcheol is finally where he’s always wanted to be with you, in your shower priming his body to go absolutely fucking insane on you. Before, when he ate you out, he really was controlling himself. He wanted to do more with you so bad, and now? God…

He’s flushed as he finally makes his way out of the shower, length still stiffening and softening with each thought that passes. He can barely look at himself in the mirror without wanting to laugh at how embarrassing he truly is. 

You’d probably laugh too, and he’d love the sound of. 

Then, he’s faced with a dilemma. 

You, on the other hand, find yourself lying quietly in your bedroom after doing your best to fix the mess of yourself for whatever Seungcheol may offer. Waiting for him, and ultimately wondering what the fuck is taking him so long when you finally hear the bathroom door open.

Faintly, you can smell your shampoo and body wash that he used as you hear him make his way to the living room and not find you. 

Then, you hear him making his way to your room. He doesn’t open the door any further than it already was and instead, stands behind it quietly before muttering out. 

“Um,” He starts, putting his hand on your door and only peeking his head in. “I wasn’t sure if there was a point to putting my clothes on–” 

Fucking pause.

God, he must sound so stupid saying that, especially after looking into your room and seeing you lying against your bed changed into the exact same pajamas you put on the night he initially made a move on you through the guise of friendship. 

Well, now it’s not even a question and he was right to assume that all he needed to do was wrap a towel around his waist and come to you. 

You watch his eyes travel your body curiously, a smile forming on his face.

“If you’re wondering if I put panties on this time,” You smile, reaching a hand out as if to invite him to open that door and come have at it. “I didn’t.”

That’s all it takes, really, to have him pushing the door open and not-so-calmly making his way to your bed. 

Seeing his naked and damp chest is one thing, but smelling your scent all over him is another, especially when the first thing he does is practically envelop you with his body and plant his lips straight on your own. 

The first real kiss. Despite his lips having been on you before, you melt into it and find yourself forgetting how differently he’s acting now compared to before. He was so confident, so cocky, and now he’s almost docile. Meek. 

“I’ve wanted to do this for so long,” He leans back to whisper, adjusting his body so that he’s more comfortable and leaning down on one arm while the other holds your cheek. “Can’t believe you let me eat you out before ever letting me actually kiss you.”

Your face heats up at the comment, making you feel more scandalous than you ever truly tried to be. But he’s not wrong, and you regret making him feel like eating you out was the only way to get to your heart.

Strangely though, it was the way to your heart. Him doing that for you practically threw you into the deep end in search for more, from him, specifically. 

“Can’t believe you decided that you should just eat me out rather than admit your feelings for me.” You counter with a smile, lifting your head to kiss against him again and pretending you can’t feel the weight of his length under the loosely knotted towel on his waist. 

“Well, it worked, didn’t it?” He says through the kisses, quickly losing the ability to speak when you lick against his bottom lip and, ultimately, take control of the act.

He wonders what your mouth could do to him. His entire body reacts to the way your tongue flicks and licks against his own, it takes everything in him to try and control himself from pushing too far too soon– until he realizes that there is no reason to control himself now. 

Never has making out gotten him this turned on so quickly, and it’s not a surprise because, it’s you who has her lips on his. 

He half moans, half chuckles into your moan when he does it, pressing his hips down and against your thigh much like he did previously to the very mattress he’s got you lying against. 

“There’s so much I want to do,” He finally admits, pulling back from the kiss and hanging his head to feel how his cock reacts to the flesh of your thigh. “Please, let me do all of it.” 

You sigh, somehow feeling a pang of arousal radiate between your legs despite not yet being touched there. The weight of him on you is enough, and all you can do is nod and await the ways he intends to relieve himself with you.

Hours of head, he could give. Even more hours of burying his length between those pretty lips and watching you return the favor for him. His confidence grows as your body moves under him, waiting, waiting, waiting for what he will do next. 

First, he plants another kiss to you, pressing his hips hard against your thigh with a breathy sigh before moving his lips down, against your neck. 

At the same time, his hands work their way up your loose shirt, cupping one breast in his palm and easily teasing your nipple with his fingers. He works his lips down the center of your clothed chest, down to your stomach, and then up again. He's amazed and feels entirely lucky to be the person doing this to you right now as his nose nudges your shirt up with each kiss, until his lips replace his fingers and he’s sucking your nipple into his mouth.

You’ve never felt so wanted in your life with the way he appears to be savoring you. Leaving his own pleasure neglected once again, his entire focus is on you. You arch your back up a bit, hands shooting to his head and cradling it there against your chest. 

He groans when you scratch against the nape of his neck, wiggling your hips under him and chasing the sensation that his mouth manages to send to your clit. He groans again when your nipple remains firm between his lips. He nibbles against the hardened nub, trying his hardest not to drool over how badly he's wanted to be in this very spot.

And this time, he moans when he manages to trail one of his hands down just to see how much it will take of this to get you wet. He tucks one hand under your shorts, only to find that you’re already dripping, soaking his fingers with a mere single slide up your folds.

“Fuck,” He sighs as if it’s a compliment when he pops his mouth off of you, flicking his head up to look at your already dazed eyes. “Already?” 

You glance away, embarrassed by how badly you want the man who was once your best friend, and is now….more than that. You can feel his fingers graze and gently play around with the heat your body has already released for him, rolling your eyes back each time he pretends he’s going to offer pressure to your clit. 

He’s fucking teasing you, and you know it.

He knows it too, because of fucking course he is. After years of torture, wondering if you’d ever manage to get wet at all with the thought of him, here you are, dripping under him when all he’s done is kiss you and fondle your nipples. 

Briefly, he remembers how needy your hips were when his tongue was seeping into you. He remembers the taste of each thrust you pressed against his face, and the smell of how badly you needed him at the time. 

As used as he was by you that night, he wants nothing more now than to pull those same desperate moans from you, to taste the wet inside of you that no man ever managed to release for you. 

“I feel like I’m going insane,” He finally says, still toying with your folds and keeping an eye on the way your eyes glare back at him. “I want you so fucking bad–” He stutters now, instantly sliding his fingers into you and scooting down on the bed at lightening speed, pulling your loose shorts down along with the act, just to get the taste of you against his lips again.

Your legs instantly shoot over his shoulders, and one of his hands reaches up to hug your thigh against him as his tongue immediately laps at every corner of your arousal. His eyes nearly roll back at being able to experience this again, his fingers holding firm without a single movement just so he can feel your body confirm that you want him just as much. 

The clench around his fingers are enough, and he licks around them only for a moment before returning his lips to your clit and giving you everything his mouth could ever offer to this part of you. 

All he can feel is your legs tightening around his head, nearly lifting your ass up and off of the bed, all he can hear is his own moans vibrating through him each time he hears you react. 

Arguably, even after that brief moment of teasing from him, feeling his mouth so eager, much like before, sent you straight into a blissed state. His mouth is so warm, and his voice soothing your core through its desperate attempts to beg for more. 

You can’t help the fact that your legs hug his head, or the way your hands shoot down much like before, scratching through his hair before dropping down and spreading yourself open with two fingers solely to expose your clit in full to the assault of his tongue.

He missed you so much, he missed this so much. Never again will he leave you wondering, from this point forward, you should be well aware that if you so much as pushed him to his knees and lifted a leg over his shoulder, he’d be eating like a fucking king. 

Still, even with his immense love for kissing your pussy until your legs shake, there’s more to be experienced here than just this. His pace slows with the reality of that, and only now does he move his fingers inside of you and pull back to see how you’re spreading yourself for him, even as your legs fall from his shoulders.

“Feels good?” He rasps, lips glistening with a mixture of his own saliva and your slick. 

You lend him a drunken smile, nodding slowly as you focus in on the way his fingers scissor you open. Within a blink though, his face is right there hovering above you, staring intently at the way you react to his fingers. 

“You look so good right now, you know that?” He compliments, leaning down again to plant a kiss against you, only pumping his fingers in faster when your kiss appears to be more hungry than his own. “God, you’re squeezing my fingers–” 

He can feel the clench of your pussy walls pushing his two fingers together, almost pushing against his attempts to scissor you open and curl them into the spot inside he knows you have. He can only imagine how good that would feel if he were to…

His eyes squeeze shut in a drawn out moan at the image, his own kiss growing more hungry as he releases the towel from his waist and quickens the pace of his fingers inside of you. 

You can feel him press his cock against you, and the weight of it only becomes heavier when his fingers pause inside of you just so he can slip them out and use those same slick-coated fingers to hold his length down and against you before he slides it between your lips. Now coating himself in the same wet sensation. 

He can't help it, he wants to do so much and savor everything this moment has to offer. Savoring is difficult though, when you're lying there like this, spread out for him and him alone. He hopes that this continues, that you'll truly keep him. Because he is internally damning himself for not eating you out longer, for not curling his fingers into you for at least an hour more. But he's breaking, he can't stop himself from wanting to feel more, more, more.

You listen closely to his moan, knowing that he seems fond of neglecting his own pleasure to the point of doing near-embarrassing things to get it back when he needs it the most. It’s strangled, almost. You can hear him swallow around it when he slides up harshly, bumping your clit and causing you to sigh out at him. 

He seems so…desperate. Yet, he can have anything he wants for as long as he wants it. 

“Keep it spread open–” He mutters out when he feels you try to remove the hand that had been hoping your pussy out on display for him. “I want to feel all of it against me.”

God, you’ve never heard him say something so sexy. Easily you do as he says, now using both hands to hold either side of your pussy open for him, and feeling the underside of his length slide against your hole. 

You let out a pleased sigh, despite practically seeing the light leave his eyes and become replaced by a darkened, aroused gaze. You can feel the slick inside of you drip out with the way he's looking at you right now, and you're sure he can feel it too.

You can genuinely just assume that his cock must be aching as he does this actually, leaking all over you. That’s something you don’t mind at all, because the stimulation is far beyond what you could ever ask for. 

“Cheol–” You try to speak, only to be cut off by his hand sliding under your head and his lips attaching yet again to you.

Showing that he truly can never get enough of you.

There, you can’t help it when you remove your hands and shoot them up to his face. Holding him there, feeling the way his jaw moves when he licks into your mouth in a desperate attempt to get as much of you as he can.

His hips fuck forward much like they did into his palm all those weeks ago, and the anticipation of if, or when, he finally plunges it into you drives you to kiss him just as hard as he does you.

There is nothing but the sound of kissing in the room save for muffled moans from both of you, entirely tangled up together as he does nothing more than grind himself against you. His hand cradling your head and the other still pressing his length down and against you as close as he can manage. Yours, cupping his cheeks as he kisses you, up until you run one hand down, lying it over his own, and taking over to keep the pressure against his grinding length.

In that moment, with his free and now shaking hand, he pulls back entirely and just looks at you.

He’s out of it, entirely gone from this world as he stares down with his hair drying by the minute from that shower, messy as all hell with darkened hooded eyes. He continues to stare, each thrust against you becoming pointed to the extent that it almost feels like he’s already fucked you for hours. 

And then, you feel it. The weight lifting, the warmth as he adjusts his hips just barely enough to line up with your quivering hole, practically begging for him to stretch you out for the first time. 

His eyes falter only for a moment when he realizes that this is a moment he will never forget. The way you look up at him with glassy and needy eyes, out of breath, seemingly loving him as much as he’s always loved you. 

“Will you let me?” He whispers, not breaking eye contact even for a moment. 

“Please.” You mutter out, not fully intending for it to sound so broken.

And as broken as your voice was in that instance, he grows much weaker by it. Dropping his head with a deep sigh, a smile, and then a chuckle.

“You really, really, can’t look at me like that and sound like this, then expect me to be gentle-” He pauses to look at you again. “For your sake, please tell me to slow down.”

You can barely comprehend a word he’s saying when he’s looking at you like this, when you can feel the head of his cock teasing where you need it the most. 

“Please.” You rasp out again, wrapping your legs around his waist and forcing his body forward, ultimately sliding the tip of his length into you yourself. 

“Oh my god–” He chokes out, sucking in a breath before letting out a moan at the feeling. His body jerks at the sensation, the sound of your voice, the way you pulse around him. “Fuck, so good.” He continues to mutter, controlling himself for only a few seconds longer just to see if you have the ability to understand that he truly and honestly will not have the ability to go easy on you at this point. 

“Deeper.” You plead, squeezing your legs tighter around him, uncaring of his attempt to control the situation. 

That’s all it takes. Your broken voice already had him shaking, and now he’s giving up any and all control that he could have possibly hoped to have. 

Right there, with your legs hugging his waist, your hands gripping the pillow behind your head, and his hands finding purchase on either side of your head, he sinks himself into you as deep as he can go and feels as if the life is being choked out of him over how fucking good it feels. 

He throws his head back in an erotic and attractive moan of relief, allowing you a glimpse at the expanse of his stretched neck, naked of any marked territory. Still, your vision goes red when the stretch hits you.

So big, so strong on top of you. You can imagine he really could fuck you hard, you hope he doesn’t go gentle on you. 

“Shit, please,” You moan brokenly again, releasing your pillow and gripping his forearms. “Cheol, god–” You have no words to describe how good he feels inside of you, you couldn’t begin to fathom trying to explain to him how perfect he is. 

It feels deep, deeper than you ever could have imagined. His length alone should have been enough to tell you that, but you hadn’t yet factored in the girth of it. So heavy inside of you, touching each soft and sensitive surface your pussy has to offer. 

Your body jolts in adjustment, knocking the breath out of you despite him not moving just yet. 

“Shh.” He soothes, not at all actually wanting to hush your cries for him. In fact, he’s simply saying it because he could quite literally release at any moment if you continue to speak and clench him like this. And when he finally looks down at you, he can’t fucking help it.

His hips move at their own volition, and he was right in believing there is no gentle fuck to be had here. He slides out only slightly, with the intent to fuck you as full of him as he can. He wants to stay deep, because you asked, and he wants to keep you feeling stretched around him because he can truly never get over the way you look and sound right now. Even more so, he fears he will always chase the feeling of how your walls squeeze his cock as if it intends to keep him in this position forever.

You shake at the feeling of him pressing impossibly deeper into you, keeping his hips flush against your ass before snapping his hips back more now. A slightly empty feeling inside of you being filled once again within a second. 

His moans sound beautiful, he feels beautiful, and all you can do is stare up at him with watery eyes and a slack jaw, wondering why it took him so long to do this with you.

Wondering why it took you so long to want it at all, when now, you think you could never feel this good with another person again. 

His arms flex in your grasp with each thrust, and his eyes land on each visible part of your body before he weakens his stance and lowers himself to you, hips still fucking you open at a pace that only seems to be becoming more and more rapid, more and more fucking blinding. 

“You make me never want to touch another person again,” Seungcheol suddenly chimes out, kissing you before you can comprehend or respond to those words. “No one has ever reacted like this for me–” He continues, pointing his thrusts harder into you. “Feels so good, so tight around me.” He chokes up at the last few words, stuttering his hips and picking up a different pace.

This time, those harsh thrusts pull back further, emptying you before slowly pressing into you again. 

“I want you to remember how this feels,” He continues, seemingly rambling against your lips with each slow thrust. “No one will ever fuck you like I will.” 

Your hooded eyes shoot open with arousal at his confident boasting. Clearing your mind in the way those words felt so final, as if it isn’t even a rule, but a logical fact that only the two of you could ever find to be true. 

You can’t even manage a response, and instead moan before tucking your lips up and against his neck, using one hand to grip his hair and skew his head to the side. 

That once naked and markless neck is no more. He is yours, and you’re lucky enough now to know that this is exactly what he wants from you. 

“Ahh, did that turn you on?” He questions your reaction to his words, feeling your hips make attempts to meet him halfway with each thrust now. As if you somehow managed to seem even more into it. “You like when I talk?” He continues to urge your sucking lips to speak out to him, to answer him, to boost his ego just a bit more. 

“So much,” You nearly whimper against his neck, moving your lips to another spot. “Love when you know exactly what you’re doing.” 

He’s in heaven hearing those words. As if it’s a confirmation that he wasn’t just talking dirty. You both truly take those words and will fuck by then from this point forward. He doesn’t want anyone else, and hopefully, you’d never give another person the chance to even try to make his words appear as a lie.

And then the room falls silent again, as if Seungcheol is focused on reminding you with each passing second that he’s never been more sure or right of something in his life. Despite you already believing him, the way his cock pulses inside of you is enough of a reminder even if he had never said it in the first place. 

His pace quickens again, and then slows, and then stutters. Only to fall back into a good rhythm before his entire body starts to shake through the act. 

You wonder if this is it. Is this how his body reacts when he’s about to release? Is this what his face looks like? Is this what his eyes do? Did his arms strain like this the first time? Did his moans come out as choked and desperate? 

None of that matters, because as quickly as it started, he buries himself into you again and stays in that one spot, shaking above you and timidly looking down at you. 

“Don’t move, please, don’t move.” He practically begs, losing himself to the way your hips chase the feeling of constant stimulation. “Stop moving.” He pleads again, pulling his chest away from you and sitting up on his knees, keeping his cock in place deep within you. 

You watch him, unable to keep your hips still, and he watches you– trying to keep his orgasm under control before seeing your fingers trail down your stomach and to your clit.

There, he loses himself again, watching you rub the soft spot just above where his cock stuffs you full. 

“I can’t,” He chokes out, snapping his hips back and allowing himself to get lost in the feeling. “Goddamn, I really cant.” He continues to mutter out, pressing his release ever deeper inside of you as he feels every muscle in his body tense. 

It feels so sensitive, but he can’t stop moving, feeling his cum fill you up to the point it’s surely being pressed out of you by his desperate length wanting nothing more than to stay inside of you.

You moan through it with him, encouraging him to lose himself inside of you, and he’s so beautiful when he does it. The fact that he does it at all has your body tensing on its own. Teetering on the edge of your own orgasm with the way your fingers almost aggressively chase after the feeling he appears to still be releasing inside of you.

And then, emptiness. You are left empty and dripping, fingers still chasing your release before–

“What the fuck,” You moan, squeezing your eyes shut at the feeling of his tongue instantly back on you. As if he’s looping back to the beginning of it all, uncaring of tasting himself solely because through it all, he can still taste you. “Cheol, what the fuck!” You continue to groan in awe when he replaces his tongue against your hole with his fingers, fucking into you as quickly as he can before nudging your fingers away and taking over the chase of your orgasm with his tongue.

You’re entirely amazed by how eager he is to pull it from you, and that alone was enough. The desperate ways in which he decided to pleasure you right in this moment, it’s enough.

Your hands instantly reach for his hair, gripping so tightly that you can hear the pained sound he lets out at the sheer force behind it. You very nearly rub his nose in the mess he’s made of you out of the sheer arousal you feel through your orgasm. 

You’re seeing white, feeling his fingers expertly work you open and somehow don’t feel disappointed at all that you didn’t get there before he pulled out of you. You can still feel him dripping out of your core, fingers squelching and sliding through the mixture of both orgasms inside of you. And his tongue, good lord his fucking tongue, licking up every bit and eagerly flicking your clit at a pace much faster then he offered before.

And now, you find your legs nearly kicking him across the room. As soon as the orgasm subsides, your body goes into overdrive with the overwhelming sensitivity between your legs and all he can do is laugh at the way you practically do kick him.

Right off the bed, actually, he tumbles and whines at the fact that while he toppled, he lost the view of your shaking body come down from the very orgasm he caused for you. 

You lay there, staring into space as you attempt to bring yourself back to reality when you see his messy hair and glistening eyes peek from the edge of your bed at you. His shoulders huffing with each deep breath he takes. 

“Jesus fucking christ.” You manage to gasp out, spread eagle and almost completely naked on your bed save for the forgotten shirt that’s still pushed up to your collarbone. 

He makes his way back up to you, pressing your legs together, lowering your shirt, and planting his heavy dead-weight right on top of you before flopping to the side.

A solid ten minutes pass as the two of you lay there in the mess you’ve both created. Heavy breaths turn to easy, balanced breaths together. You can barely hold your eyes open when he slicks his tongue as if something has been confirmed in his head.

"Huh, when did you do this?" He asks, skewing his head deep into your pillows to present the bruise he can feel swelling on his neck.

You glance at the darkened spot, nearly forgetting you laid claim to him in such a way during the heat of the moment.

"Around the time you were fucking me into the next dimension, I'd say." You laugh lightly before shortly falling back into silence with him.

“Can I ask you something?” He mutters, throat dry and stomach growling embarrassingly loud. 

“Hm?” You hum out, entirely ready to just sleep in the mess.

“Are you always like that?” He questions, a little hint of doubt breaking his confidence. “Like, did Mingyu witness you act like that too?” 

You crack your eyes open and instantly turn to face him. 

“You’re insane if you think Mingyu is that good. I’ve never used the word ‘please’ in my life.”

Seungcheol glances away, thinking to himself and letting those words sink in, all while still pressing against that bruise you created on his neck.

“Well,” He starts, “That’s a lie because I’ve heard you use your manners at least twice in the years I’ve known you.” 

You smile, loving that the two of you can still be somewhat catty and playful even after the fact that you just realized how insanely in love with him you are. 

“Cheol, no one has ever made me act like this in bed.” You try to reassure him. “I don’t think anyone else could, besides you.”

He smiles with a nod, running his hands down your body before pausing at the half dried cum that managed to make its way up to your stomach.

“Ew.” He groans. 

~

It’s insane really, that all it took for you to fall in love with the person you think you were always meant to love was him admitting it. Even more insane that he decided to take the route that involved faux playful head, with no feelings attached despite his feelings being deeply fucking attached. 

Still, the route taken to get to this point, he thinks, is fitting for the two of you. Especially now that he can look at Mingyu without wanting to strangle him, and he can look at you knowing you’d very much invite him to strangle you, you know, considering the fact that you’re now trying to explore every sexual realm in the fucking universe with him.

Even with the desperate need to have you under him any chance he gets, and the fucking, and the arousal, none of it shines brighter than the small intimate moments he has with you that aren’t weighed by pining or lust. 

As playful as the two of you are together, there is so much love here. So much love to still be discovered too, and he can’t help but feel excited by it. 

smut tags― big dick seokmin, mutual masturbation, pining, desperate stuff i guess, pretending he’s fucking you instead of his hand,  just the tip moment, unprotected sex, he pulls out bc he’s polite. ~

Moving in with Seokmin was a no-brainer. Both of you were freshly graduated from the same college and starting new jobs in the same city hours away from home. Seeing a familiar face in a city of bustling businesses and loud streets was a welcome comfort for you, living with that familiar face only made it easier. 

It wouldn’t be a lie to say that back during the college days, you and Seokmin weren’t close. Not until your senior year together that the two of you somehow met in the middle with a single class despite the drastically different majors. He took it as an elective, yours was the last “easy” class to get through before graduation, because maybe your advisor fucked up and never told you it was necessary to take, and maybe you were a little mad about it. 

You became less mad as you helped Seokmin through his struggles. An elective for him was a career for you, so it was easy to walk him through it. You grew close within the stress of senior year so of course, when you found out he was moving to the same city that you’re moving to, you instantly jumped into action in trying to convince him to save money by living together with you. 

It’s a big city, and while you both had jobs lined up, it’s not like the pay was enough for one person to afford an apartment in the heart of the city. Thankfully, he didn’t need to be swayed and it only took a few weeks for the two of you to head out and explore the apartments offered, landing on one that leaves an equal distance both of you would need to travel to work. One that only costs some seven hundred and fifty dollars a month each (a hefty amount for just one person.) 

By now, it’s been about six months since the two of you settled here in the heart of a great city. Work has been going smoothly despite the tired nights when the two of you meet up outside (because somehow you both clock out at the same time too) and decide on whether you want to walk to a shop for dinner or fight over who is gonna put the nuggets in the oven this time. 

Things were normal for the most part, you think, regarding roommates anyway. There is one thing that’s changed though. Not your fondness of him, not even the way you look at him when he’s being annoying and loud while singing in the shower. 

It started about two months into living in this space with him. He must have lost track of the time that day because he knew your schedule then and still knows it now like the back of his hand. He took the day off, feigning sickness after a long Sunday of doing absolutely nothing and wanting to extend it just a bit longer through the following Monday. You worked that day, of course, you did. You came home on time as you always did too, except this time you didn’t come home to him in his room or cooking dinner. 

It was a weird kind of rush, wondering how the fuck this could be happening as you stood at your doorway to find him exposing more of himself than you ever expected or wanted to see at the time. There, on the couch was your dope of a roommate, legs spread wide and length in hand. On the tv played nothing, but his phone was propped on his thigh as he stared down at it with deep sighs. 

You were frozen at that moment, watching him and feeling your cheeks warm up. You didn’t know if you should turn to leave, make a noise so he stops, or just watch. Somehow, you found yourself not wanting to disturb him. Was it because you liked what you saw? At the time, you would have said absolutely not. But seeing how it is now, it’s more common than not to see him orgasm, it’s kind of laughable.

On that day, he must have felt someone watching him because mid-stroke he looked up at you and fumbled his pants back over his length. Muffling apologies with raspy whispers, skin glistening on his forehead indicating he must’ve been at it for a while, and you were just standing there silent. 

That night, you laid in your bed wondering why you couldn’t get that image out of your head. Seeing him like that wasn’t something you ever thought about despite how handsome he is. He’s your friend, he’s your roommate. You can’t stop thinking now though, about how big he is in all of his entirety. From his height to his– yeah. 

It went on like that for about two weeks. You, not able to get that image out of your head and him, acting as normal as ever as if it never happened. It wasn’t until the end of that two-week time span that you realized you enjoyed it. Like you would have liked to have seen him finish. 

It swam in your brain for a while, wondering if you should bring it up or if you should push past it and find some guy to meet up with just to work out the horny energy, after all, it’s not like you know anyone in this city well enough to have an intimate relationship with. No one besides Seokmin anyway. Dilemmas, dilemmas. 

Not so much a dilemma though, to your pleasure. It’s brought up one night on a Saturday as the two of you say at the kitchen table complaining about work. Minutes passed, then an hour passed and he suggested having a drink to wind down. You accepted, sipping the alcohol he so proudly made for you. 

It felt warm in the apartment by that point, but you didn’t mind as you found your brain falling back to that image of him. You thought he might be wearing the same shirt that we was wearing that day, which is kind of detrimental for your fogging brain. But, he brings it up. 

“You know, you’ve been kind of weird since that day.” He commented, running his fingers along the rim of his glass. “I really did lose track of time, and I can’t stop feeling embarrassed by it.”

You could see a softer side of him at that moment. Out of how long you’ve known him by now, never once have you seen him embarrassed. 

“About that,” You started, not able to look him in the eye. “I was shocked but–” 

The way he looked at you at that moment was difficult to process. It was new ground for both of you. 

“I think I liked it?”

~

The tip-toeing around each other didn’t last as long as you expected it to. After the talk you had with him on that Saturday night, somehow the two of you ended up doing the very thing that had you in a rut in the first place.

You got to watch him in full, working himself up until he suggested you join, that maybe he’d be into it too. Saying that he felt weird being the only one, though he didn’t mind that you were watching. You don’t know what got into you that night, maybe it was the alcohol, but you did join him. A full five feet away from each other but shamelessly watching hand movements until orgasm. You noted him holding off too, until you got there. It was an interesting dynamic, truly. 

And now, six months into living with him, it’s become a normal occurrence. After every hard day at work, “wanna get off with me?”, after every long movie session or board game loss, “wanna watch each other come?”, to the point that now it’s nearing every day. Any self-fuck session became a shared one. 

Sometimes he even texts you from his room late at night. It’s like you know his jerk-off schedule more than your own work schedule by now. Sometimes, you don’t even touch yourself but instead, enjoy watching him get there with a little help from you, taking off your shirt or spreading your legs. It’s become a thing. And somehow, it’s not as weird as it should be. 

“You got plans this weekend?” Seokmin bellows through a yawn from his room after hearing your alarm go off. 

“Since when do I ever have plans?” You say through your own yawn after pulling yourself out of the bed. You tiptoe the few feet from your door to his, leaning against it and scratching the back of your neck. “Why?”

He stretches loud and obnoxiously before rolling over and planting his face into his pillows. 

“Wanna skip out on work today?” 

You step into his room, throwing yourself on top of him with a tired groan. 

“Yeah,” You sigh out, closing your eyes and fully aware that you could go back to sleep right now despite this uncomfortable position over your roommate. “but why?”

His voice is muffled more by the pillows when he answers you, mostly because your body weight is pressing him further down. He fights to turn his head away from the pillow, takes in a deep breath from the brief smothering, and smiles. 

“I dunno, we haven’t really had a chance to go out and explore the city much outside of furniture and grocery shopping.” 

You realize that he’s right. You’ve heard talk of the malls in this area, of the theme parks, the museums. There’s so much to do here, and neither of you have really attempted to do any of it. 

“Starting today, because we are going to skip work,” He narrows his eyes as he lifts his body up and forces you to roll off of him. “You are going to skip, right?”

You nod, waiting for him to continue what he was originally going to say. 

“We should go out and explore. Rent is paid already, fridge is full, I saved up a bit so we could go do some stuff.”

It flies right past your head. You don’t even stop to think that he saved up to do this with you, and instead you simply nod with a smile before hopping off of him and rolling off of the bed to your feet.

“Guess I should call my boss.” You shrug, starting to leave the room. 

“Wanna sleep a little more first? Kind of dumb to skip out on work and not sleep in.”

You nod again, yawning and looking down at your phone to search for your workplace number. Thankfully, after calling, there was no issue with you skipping work today. After all, you haven’t really missed a single day since you started (unlike some people: seokmin.)

~

Friday was eventful, the two of you walked to all of the shops closest to your apartment, stepping into a cafe and having some coffee, then went to a pristine shopping district and scoffed together at the price of a pair of socks. 

By the time you got home, you were just as tired as you would have been coming home from work, and he was still bouncing on his feet. Drinks, dinner, sleep. 

No casual masturbation that day.

On Saturday, it started much the same except this time the two of you went to a mall. Why he kept insisting on buying you cute panties and matching bras? You know the answer. You’re kind of part of his porn collection now, and he is part of yours too. Maybe he considered it a little too hard when you also suggested he get a cute pair of panties to wear. He didn’t though, and instead bought you like six too-expensive sets of lingerie. Each color to match whatever horny brain he’s in, you assume. 

That night, the two of you ate at a restaurant and took a taxi back home. Sitting beside him on the couch, a question started floating in your brain and by now you knew better than to keep these kinds of things to yourself given the dynamic you have with him.

“You know, you’re buying me all of this sexy stuff–” 

“I am, yeah.” He smiles proudly, eyes crinkling as his eyes shoot to the bag on the kitchen table. 

“Why aren’t you just going out to meet someone instead of settling with jerking off all the time?”

He doesn’t even hesitate.

“That’s a lot of work, why would I do that when you’re right here?”

Why would he do that if you’re here? 

“Why, you getting bored of me?” He jokes, leaning against you and nudging your shoulder. “Should I have bought those panties to spice it up a bit?”

God, it’s so weird how normal this is. No touching each other, only looking. Desperate looking at that, searing eyes, extremely hot orgasms, wobbling legs, and then sleeping alone. Would it really be so strange at this point to want to touch him? To want to spice it up not with panties, but with the act of actually feeling how warm he is? 

“Oh no.” He pauses, eyes widening. “You actually wanted me to wear those?”

“No!” You laugh, though it would’ve maybe awoken something in you, you’re not sure. “I just figured you know, it’s not like you wouldn’t be able to go get laid.”

He stares are you before throwing out another joke. 

“I know that.” He laughs, turning to face you. “It’s not like it would be hard for you either. Why aren’t you out and about instead of sitting in front of me and touching yourself?”

You freeze at his words, realizing that so many times it’s been silent sessions together save for moaning. He’s never actually said those words to you, never dirty talked, never crossed an invisible line while it happened. 

“Would you prefer I go find someone else?” You avoid the feeling in your gut right now only briefly, staring him down.

“No, I’d honestly prefer you touch yourself for me and only me.” 

Oh. Oh fucking no. 

“That’s all you need to be satisfied?” 

He smiles proudly again, eyes flicking back over to the bag and you shake your head at him. 

“We need to wash those before I wear them so you’re gonna have to deal with the boring panties I wore today, I guess.”

He nods, already following suit on the regular list of things he does when this happens. 

It’s always so quiet, and never did it bother you until now. Watching him do nothing but grab his length and squeeze it until it starts to harden. Eyes on you as you do your own version of working yourself up, hand down your waist band and simply touching and rubbing until you feel the first sensation of your gut flipping.

“Seokmin.” You start, looking at him through narrow eyes. This is enough for you, but…is it?

“Hm?” He responds, eyes focused on the movement under your shorts. 

“Can you talk a little bit this time?” 

He smiles, chuckling a bit at you for the question.

“Oh, you’re into that?” He says almost in a mocking tone, but it sends a little wave of heat through his body to have you asking for more of him in some way. “I can’t promise I won’t say something stupid though.”

You shake your head, running your fingers up your folds and stopping at your clit.

“I don’t care what you say, I just really like your voice right now.”

Another pause from him as you watch him adjust his almost fully erect length under his pants. 

“Only right now?” He asks, trailing his fingers gently along the underside of his length and turning his body back to where his back is against the couch cushions. 

“No, I mean, I like your voice all the time but you never say much when we do this–” You admit, watching him intently like you always do, feeling the clock tick up to the point you know he’s going to pull it out and start sighing. 

“Alright, does this mean I can ask for something too?”

You quirk a brow at that but quickly nod in anticipation because finally, this is going somewhere past just watching. 

“Can we like, um–” He blushes mid-question, turning his face to look at you with all of his shame showing plainly. “Can we do it in an actual position for once?”

You can’t tell if your mind is playing tricks on you or if he’s actually wanting to pretend he’s fucking you by suggesting that. Immediately you fumble with the button on your shorts to get them off. 

“Yeah, Oh–” You stop yourself from sounding too excited. “I mean, like, what position?”

“Can I be on top?” He blurts, pulling his hand away from his length and once again looking at you and the way your fingers remain on the hem of your shorts, preparing to take them off. 

The image alone in your head of that is enough to want exactly what he wants, if not more. The illusion of him fucking you while you fuck yourself? You really couldn’t ask for more than that at this moment, though that could be argued if you think too hard about it.

“Deal.” 

The second you say that word, he’s jumping up and practically tearing his pants off of him. His eagerness is as loud and obnoxious as always, you can even hear a small “fuck yeah” whispered to himself when he does it. All is well and good until he’s tugging your shorts down for you.

Never has he taken your clothes off for you. The intimacy is flowing through you, but you’re not sure if he is feeling the same way about it. He’s probably just eager to try something new tonight rather than the usual. 

Your shorts are off faster than you’d normally take them off and you’re kind of chuckling about his blatant desperation until he hovers over you and positions himself where he wants to be. 

Now…now he’s intimidating. With both knees on the couch, your legs bent at the knees and resting on his hips. That doesn’t even matter to you right now, because you haven’t seen his face this close before. You haven’t felt his hips against your legs before, outside of when you flop down on each other during a tired morning to wake the other up. You’ve never felt your stomach flip like this over him.

And when his eyes leave that spot between your legs to meet your own with his same dopey smile, it’s like you melt into a puddle instantly and you’re wanting so much more than just this. You hold back though, finally pulling your eyes from his and looking between his legs.

You knew his cock was big but you’ve also never seen it this close to your body. It’s like, big big. Thick too, and never did you notice just how huge it is because his hands are equally huge, and wrap around it perfectly. To him, it’s a perfectly accurate cock for a man so tall and broad, but damn. 

It’s a bit embarrassing that all it took was for him to hover over you with his cock out to have you forgetting that you asked for him to talk through it. You’re in danger. Extreme danger with him like this and eager to talk this time. It starts so fast, so casually, and you’re still spinning internally just to grasp what you’re feeling right now. 

“Good?” 

That all he fucking says to start, settling into his position fully and grasping himself. Honestly, his cock is only a few inches above your core and you can feel the heat from it.

You nod, curling in on yourself a bit and he takes note of it because you’re never fucking shy. 

“Too much?” He asks, watching you shake your head in response. “God, thank fuck. Because you look so good right now.”

Spinning. 

“You can let go of me now though, I can see how wet you are already.” He continues, chuckling at the way your arms grip his shoulders.

You didn’t even fucking notice that you instantly started clinging to him. Especially with the fact that you didn’t expect him to talk to you like this. The two of you haven’t even started yet and he’s already got you on the verge of insanity. 

You’re quick to pull your arms back and lift your shirt up over your chest before slowly trailing your hand down. 

“Match my pace, okay? It’ll feel better.” He instructs, blatantly making a point so it does look and feel like he’s actually fucking you, all movements matching, sounds matching, lust matching.

You nod again, silently, eyes now focusing on his cock because if you look at his face right now you might just buckle and start crying over how insanely hot he is. 

He lets out a short chuckle at your silence, he’s used to that and didn’t take issue with it at all until you asked him to talk. He hopes you talk back at some point, but for now he leaves it alone as he starts stroking.

Precum is leaking already just from seeing you beneath him like this, bra covering your chest, panties covering your pussy– but it’s enough to get him going. He would feel selfish to ask for more unless you offer it first. He’s got you where he’s always wanted you since this whole thing started. 

You watch his hands, slipping your fingers under your panties and sliding them through your folds at the same pace, shivering only slightly at the feeling at you watch him. 

This pace works for a few minutes, but you note his grip grows tighter on himself and you hear his breath stutter in a sigh when he does it. You wonder what that feels like for him, and you wonder what he’s thinking about as he does it. You move your fingers to your clit at that point, pressing in and releasing your own sigh of relief.

He watches you, eyes shooting to your face and studying the way you close your eyes to really feel it. 

“Look at you,” he coos, trying to talk like you asked him to. “feels better when I’m here, right?”

You half open your eyes with a crooked smile, because of course it feels better when he’s with you. Even if he’s not touching you, even if he’s not the one doing it. 

“So pretty when you do this, you know–” He continues, praising you and falling into the words easier than he expected. “I think I fell in love with watching you from the second you spread your legs for me.”

You can’t. You can’t look at him when he’s talking to you, it’s a lot. It does something, it does a lot of something to you, so you focus on his cock and the way he starts pressing his hips into the circle his fingers create rather than pumping himself. He’s slow with it, lazily moving his hips back, forward, then back again. 

At that moment, you slide your fingers down and tease at your entrance, dipping a finger in easily and releasing a sigh. You can’t imagine this one finger will mimic what he could do to you, but you settle. 

“That’s it,” he says as he watches, hanging his head and knowing exactly what you’re doing with your fingers. “Can I see?”

You don’t respond and instead use your other hand to hook your panties to the side, revealing your finger sliding into you at the pace he’s sliding into his palm. 

The sigh he lets out begins to form into a moan at the end as he watches, wetting his lips and furrowing his brows. He keeps his hips steady despite obsessing over the fact that you’re fucking yourself at the same pace for illusion’s sake. 

“Put in another.” He instructs, watching you do just that and release another sigh. He’s becoming frustrated with the situation though, knowing for a fact that he could do better for you. Knowing that if you’d just suggest it, he would instantly be giving in. “Is that even enough for you?”

Your eyes shoot open and go straight to his face, which is staring down intently at the way your fingers fuck you open. 

“Not always.” You admit, shooting your gaze back down to his cock and the way his grip tightens around it. “Is that enough for you?” You follow up, pointing to his hand with your head.

“Not always…” he mimics you, and then it’s silent as the two of you accept the fact that this has to be enough right now.

And it stays like that for a while. To the point that his hips are relentlessly fucking into his palm, causing his knuckles to bump your clit every few seconds, and you’ve buried in a third finger trying your best to pretend it’s him. 

It’s both too much and not enough. Too much in the fact that he’s all over you, and too little in the fact that he’s right there and not in you. Your fingers aren’t enough when his cock is right there, his words aren’t enough when he’s not muffling that voice with your lips, and you can’t imagine he’s not feeling frustrated with the situation. All of the puzzle pieces are in front of you and neither of you are putting in the effort other than organizing them. You’re not snapping them together, you’re just on the fucking edge of the situation you want. 

Does he want it? Is it too much to ask? Is it–Oh. 

“Can I–” he starts, cutting himself off with a sharp breath because of the way you clearly are trying to reach deeper inside of yourself in pace with his long thrusts. 

“Yes.” You don’t even know what he’s asking, and to be fair you don’t think you give a shit. Whatever he wants to do, please, just do it. 

And he does without a second thought, releasing his grip and pulling at your wrist to slip your fingers out of yourself. Then, he presses his cock directly between your holds, holding it down as he picks up the pace again and thrusts up.

It’s not what you were expecting, but then again you should have known he wasn’t asking to fuck you. This is good though, feeling his cock sliding between your lips, head bumping your clit. The warmth, the heaviness, the way his length is so thick that all you can do is try to not feel empty while it’s sliding through your arousal.

He’s more focused now than he was before, nearly letting out a sob rather than a moan at the feeling of your pussy against the underside of his cock. It's like he’s getting everything he needs and nothing at the same time, but the image of your eyes staring down at it too was enough for him to know you like it too. You like it enough. 

When you let out a moan, trailing your hands up to your chest and releasing your tits from the bra, he only grinds faster against you, pressing down harder on his cock to create a tight space between your pussy and his palm. He stares at your tits, and then at your lips, and then back down at the way your pussy lips spread around his cock as he slides through them. 

Another hidden sob pretending to be a moan, and then he’s leaning closer to your face. 

“If I kiss you, would you be mad?”

You instantly strain your neck to connect your lips with his, and he falls into it all too easily. You can feel him speed up his thrusts, and you can feel his desperate tongue. It takes you a moment to realize this is your first kiss, and it’s while his cock is getting off against you. 

Its more than you could have asked for, honestly, but you’re going to ask for more because as you kiss him, well, all you can think of is how this looks outside of your position. It definitely looks like he’s fucking you. The image that you can’t even see in full is arousing you beyond belief as you kiss him, and when he pulls back for a breath, you take that short moment to spill your thoughts.

“Just a little.” You groan blankly, squeezing your breast in your hand and using your other hand to push his cock away from you. “Just–”

He stops, out of breath, trying and failing to comprehend what you’re trying to say. 

“Just what?” He groans, grabbing his cock and pumping it much like he normally would. 

“A little, just put it in a little bit.”

His face is on fire as his hand halts on his leaking cock. Did he hear you wrong? He’s watching your hands squeeze against your chest, he sees your eyes avoiding him, he can still taste your lips on his, and your pussy is just below his cock, pulsing around nothing. Is he reading you wrong?

“Just a little bit…” he repeats what you ask for, looking down at you and placing a hand on your thigh, spreading his fingers out wide. “You’re asking me to fuck you, just a little bit?”

God, the words. So few words but also so many words.

“Yes.”

He leans down inches from your face and you can feel his cock fall back to your folds at the moment, you shiver unintentionally.

“Are you sure? I don’t want to do that and then you end up regretting it.”

He told himself time and time again during these sessions with you that he would instantly jump for the opportunity to fuck you, but now that he’s faced with it– he doesn’t know what the fuck to do with himself aside from asking for confirmation as many times as he can until he believes you really want it. 

“Just,” You still avoid his eyes and the way they’re staring through you. “Please.”

He nods in an unsure way at first before pulling back and holding his length in his hand again. 

“Just a little bit, right?” He tries to confirm, and you nod.

With a deep breath, pounding heart, and spinning thoughts, he aligns himself with you and doesn’t know how to comprehend the feeling of slipping into you. So he simply…doesn’t.

You can feel the intense stretch instantly, the feeling you’ve been searching for making you shiver and nearly writhe beneath him. Just an inch, it’s all you need, he doesn’t have to do any more than that. You don’t need more, you have self-control, right?

“Oh, fuck,” he groans as your pussy envelops the head of his cock. He can feel the pulsing inside of you massage against it, he can feel the wetness, the fucking warmth. “Fuck, fuck.” 

It’s all he can say, honestly, speechless at your silence of the act. The way your mouth falls open in a silent moan only urges him to give you short, single inch thrusts despite the wetness you offer making it difficult to not accidentally slide further in.

“So thick,” You whine out in a broken and desperate voice. 

It causes him to have to take in a deep breath and hold it. Good lord, he’s fighting so many demons right now not to plunge into you and take whatever he can get. 

“A little more,” you urge him, wiggling your hips and sucking him in against his own movements. He doesn’t mind it, nor does he mind the embarrassing sound he lets out at the feeling. 

Now, he can thrust another inch in, stretching you open a little more, shocked that the three fingers you used before didn’t seem to come close to preparing you for this. He can feel how tight your walls are around him, and again, the demons. 

He lets out another embarrassing sound when he looks down, seeing only a quarter of his cock inside of you. He, once again, holds himself back from pushing in more. He could go so deep, but he can’t. 

“Little more?” He asks meekly, reaching a hand out to your cheek in the hope that you’d let him. He won’t ask again. Just, if he can get half of his cock in you, it would be plenty. It would be enough, he would be satisfied. 

“Or,” you groan at the adjustment around him, knowing full well that by asking him to put the tip in that you’d want so much more. It’s fun thinking you can control yourself, but it’s more fun losing that control with another person. You’re both controlling the need to fuck and be fucked solely because you don’t know if the other wants it. But god, he’s already inside of you, isn’t it fucking obvious?! 

“You could just fuck me.”

Say no more, with those words it’s like his hips act of their own will and he’s slowly sliding into you in full. Relishing in the way your pussy spread out to make room, cooing over the feeling of himself going deeper, deeper, and fucking deeper into you. 

“Finally.” He breathes out in relief when he bottoms out, leaning forward yet again to lay his lips against your forehead. “Felt like I’ve waited so long.”

You’re silent as you adjust to what you can consider the biggest cock you’ve ever taken. The searing pain isn’t much compared to the arousal of his admittance of wanting this only after getting inside of you. 

All you can offer him is a moan when you try to respond with your own witty sex talk, but he sends him spiraling somehow further than he already had gone. His hips stuttering in their planted spot as he lets you adjust, moaning in response to your moan. His lips kissing all over your face now, feeling in this moment that you’re his, and this feeling is shared, and that only your pussy could massage him this way simply because he’s inside of you. It’s overwhelming, all of the feelings hitting at once.

From physical feelings to emotional ones, it comes with such a harsh hit to him that all he can do is flutter those kisses to as much skin his lips can reach. Feeling your eyelashes on his cheek when he kisses the corner of your mouth, to feeling that corner of your mouth open in a yelp when he finally starts to move his hips back. Sliding out of you only a little bit before pressing back in again, deep and lazy.

“Good?” He asks, much like he did before. “So good.” He answers for both of you immediately after, keeping that lazy pace as he leans on his elbows on either side of your head. 

“Wrap your legs around me?” He follows up, already so comfortable speaking through your silence that it feels natural, especially when you do just as he asks.

In wrapping your legs around him, he’s able to adjust his body from the position he’s been stuck in this whole time. Now, he can be on his knees with you curled under him, clinging to him like a koala as he uses the back of the couch to support his balance. 

There, he’s able to pick up pace, there he’s able to see what you look like when you’re being fucked. There, he can see what you look like when he’s the one doing it. And he might be spiraling, but he feels more sane than he ever has in this moment, watching your lips and feeling you squeeze around him.

It’s no wonder he felt no interest in finding someone else. He was more satisfied jerking on in front of you than he had ever been actually inside of another person. Now though, it’s insane to think he was satisfied because he’s changed his mind. Why would he find someone else when you act like this? 

Why would he put himself through the possibility of you going out and doing the same thing with someone else? 

For you, there are no thoughts, just Seokmin. You’d laugh right now if it weren’t for the fact that each thrust forces a desperate and wet sound out of your throat. You’d laugh harder if it weren’t for the fact that you don’t even need to rub your clit to get yourself there.

He easily hits that soft spot inside of you, time and time again as his lips travel over repeated areas until landing on your mouth.

You kiss him harder than before, now trying to move your hips despite the difficulty of being under him. You try to meet him halfway now that he’s sliding nearly his entire cock out before slamming back into you. Emptying you and filling you up time and time again as if to remind you of the few moments before when you felt him for the first time. 

Repeatedly you think you’re about to come, and repeatedly you hold off until he whispers.

“I know that face, you’re holding back.”

It’s so fucking surreal knowing that he knows this without ever actually fucking you before now. He knows what you look like when you come, he knows how you like to be touched after watching you so many times. He knows where you sleep, knows what your favorite foods are, and showers in the same bathroom as you. 

You let go, thinking of only him and this moment you’re sharing. You don’t worry if it’ll ever happen again, because you know it will if he lets it. You’re not in control of this anymore, nor of yourself. 

“Pretty, like always.” He compliments when you make that familiar face of release, pumping into you faster now just to feel the gush of wet he’s seen leave your body time and time again. “Prettier now, though.” He corrects himself, feeling just what he was expecting as your body releases the tension all at once. 

The wet sounds somehow become wetter as he thrusts, still fluttering those kisses across your face to the point that you’re either numbed to it or tingling because of it. And only after he knows you’re finished does he pull out, fucking against his hand so aggressively that you’re more aware now than before that he always lets you finish first if not at the same time.

Except now, if he were to finish at the same time, he’d be filling you up so that there’s no question about the worry that comes after it. Despite knowing you’re on birth control, despite knowing you’re both clean because neither of you have fucked another person in half a year–

You watch with drowsy eyes as he releases strings of thick, white seed against both your pussy and stomach. Your panties, ruined and forgotten as they strain at the crease of your thigh. You whimper at the sight, so in love with the way it feels hitting you for some reason. So endeared with the way he pulled out despite knowing in his head that it would have been fine if he stayed. 

When he flops down over you, ignoring the mess between your bodies, you’ve never felt so close to him. You don’t think you ever want to feel further from him, actually. 

It’s the start of something else now, you’re not sure what, but it’s a given.

~

The start of something new came in the form of his room turning into a guest room for a new roommate. 

That roommate has yet to be found, but it’s an excuse to sleep next to him every night. No titles have been claimed but they’re definitely been given. Just a day after that happened, you caught him slipping and calling you his girlfriend. He figured that since you didn’t correct him, it must be true.

(three months after a breakup might be too long for you to be justified in being upset by an instagram story of your ex-boyfriend with his new girlfriend, but last night, one of your other friends had sent a screenshot of the girl’s private account where she had been celebrating their six month anniversary. and that’s when you had shown up at soonyoung’s place with two bottles of wine and a frozen pizza. now, twelve hours later, it’s mid-morning and the two of you are still in bed, nursing hangovers with instant coffee and cold leftovers.)

“soonyoung, please,” you groan, “are you still drunk?”

“i’m sober, i’m sober!” he puts his hands up in a show of innocence. “but the offer’s on the table.”

you consider it for a moment, which is clearly a mistake, because the moment you imagine soonyoung between your legs, looking up at you with his bright eyes, you can’t get the image out of your head. “i thought we were going to do normal breakup things. you know, get my belly button pierced, eat an entire ice cream cake, the like. not—“ your throat closes up and you choke on the next word, “sex!”

“this is a normal breakup thing,” soonyoung argues, “i’m being a good friend, and you’ve been deprived.” you give him an incredulous look. “and,” he adds, “i read an article on how to make someone squirt, so i think i’ve got what it takes.”

soonyoung waggles his fingers, and you almost throw the pizza crust in your hand at his face. “i don’t think you’re waterproof, or have ten levels of vibration,” you say.

“maybe if i drink enough coffee—“

“no,” you interrupt. then, unbidden, the image comes to mind of his broad shoulders under your thighs, the muscular arms that you know he’s been working on, the abs that he hides under his comfortable hoodies and oversized sweaters, his plush lips, his pink tongue— “okay, fine,” you say quickly before you can change your mind.

“what?” soonyoung blinks at you.

“it’s almost like you want me to change my mind,” you grouse, putting your food on the nightstand and wiping your hands off on a crumpled paper towel.

“wait, no, dude,” soonyoung scrambles to his knees, putting his paper plate on top of the chair by his bed, where it balances precariously on top of a stack of sloppily folded pants. “you won’t regret it, i promise.” his cheeks are flushed and his eyes are wide. soonyoung looks way too excited, like you had just offered him free candy.

there’s a logical part of your brain, the part that has coherent thoughts and makes good decisions, and then there’s the other overwhelming part of your brain that doesn’t.

“hold on, i’ll go get a towel to lay down,” soonyoung grins, rolling off his bed and scrambling to his bathroom, and you roll your eyes as you lean back against the overfluffed pillows propped up against the headboard and lift your hips to shimmy off your pajama pants and panties, leaving you only in the oversized sweatshirt that you had borrowed from soonyoung last night after spilling half a glass of wine on your own pajama shirt.

“don’t get ahead of yourself, i can’t even cum during sex, what makes you think you can make me squirt?”

“don’t underestimate the power of the tiger,” soonyoung says, emerging from the bathroom with a fresh fluffy towel. when he sees you, he stops in his tracks, freezing in place with the towel held uselessly in his hands. you watch as his eyes grow as round as saucers and his mouth falls open in a soft “oh” as he stares, drinking in the sight. you suppress the hot itch that spreads across your skin as he stands there, his gaze traveling up your bare legs bent loosely at the knee, held open just enough for him to see your pussy. you’re already wet, you realize with a dizzying rush.

this is so weird, you think to yourself. soonyoung is your best friend. he’s been your buddy, your pal, through the awkward years of high school, through late nights in college, through failed dates and terrible exes, and now you’re sitting on his bed, legs spread, naked from the waist down. you make a soft half-strangled noise from your throat and start to bring your knees together, but soonyoung is already climbing onto the bed, arms reaching out. “wait,” he breathes, kneeling in front of you, hands held in the air almost reverently. “can i?”

you bite your lip. your best friend, kwon soonyoung, who you’re about to hook up with, looks at you with those lovely glittery eyes of his. “okay, yeah,” you nod.

soonyoung drops the towel and crawls forward, setting a hand on your knee, and you suppress a shiver at the jolt of electricity that spreads from his touch. he looks absolutely entranced. you let your head drop back against the pillows when you feel his hot breath against your inner thigh, his palms sliding up the backs of your legs to pry them apart ever so slightly. he presses a wet kiss against the soft flesh on your thigh, and you close your eyes and fist your hands in the sheets on either side of you, exhaling shakily as he licks and kisses the skin right under your hip. when you feel his finger lightly running down your folds, gathering your arousal on his fingertip, you bite down on your lip to keep from squeaking out loud.

it drives you crazy, the barely-there touches, the feather-light breaths. you need him so bad, it hurts. “soonyoung,” you gasp, hand held over your face, “don’t tease, please.”

maybe he’s looking up at you with his mind blank, mouth slack. maybe his forehead is creased in concentration. you don’t know, because all you can do is stare at the ceiling as he dips his finger between your slick, embarrassingly wet folds, and slowly slides inside you. he fingers you carefully, making sure you’re comfortable before pulling his hand back and replacing the emptiness with two fingers.

you gasp, throwing your arm over your eyes, when you feel him start to move his hand. “oh, fuck.” it’s not a painful stretch by any means, but his fingers fit just snugly enough to suck the air from your lungs and send heat jolting up your spine. “more, more,” you pant, squeezing your eyelids shut under your sleeve.

soonyoung doesn’t quicken his pace, but he does press the pads of his fingers upward, swiping against the tight walls of your cunt, searching, and then suddenly you yelp, back arching off the mattress as white hot pleasure coils in the pit of your belly.

“fuck,” you hear him groan, and then he’s thrusting his fingers in you with renewed vigor, carefully angling his hand so that each pass hits the spot that makes your mind fill with fuzzy static. there’s a shift in the mattress, and then he’s holding your hips still with his other hand, prying your thighs apart with his arms as he fucks you open on his hand.

you’re not sure what noises you’re making, because you can hear your heart pounding in your head. you whimper— you’re so close, it hurts. right there, right at the edge, but never quite in reach. “please,” you hear yourself gasping, nearly incoherent, “please, please, please,” but soonyoung slows to a stop.

breath ragged, you lower your arm, uncovering your face to look down at him, still dizzy with pleasure.

soonyoung winces. “sorry,” he mumbles, “my arm cramped up.”

you flop back down on the pillows, boneless and unbearably horny. you were so close, so close you could almost taste it. “‘s okay,” you say, staring up at the ceiling. you’re still so wet, you feel yourself gushing around the two fingers still knuckle-deep inside you.

“sorry, i think i need more electrolytes,” soonyoung says.

“you’re fine,” you tell him.

“i swear, i’ve fingered people before—“

“i know, i know,” you pinch the bridge of your nose in frustration.

“i’m sorry, i’m pretty sure this is right,” he blabbers, “maybe i should check the article again? hold on, where’d my phone go?”

“definitely don’t do that,” you cut him off. “look, soonyoung, you’re my best friend and i love you, but the longer you talk, the less turned on i am.”

“oh,” he pouts, “um.”

“look, i’ll give you a pep talk and hype you up later, but can we do this when you don’t have your fingers inside me?” you root around your head for ideas, and return with the obvious next step. “come on, soonyoung, why don’t you use your mouth for something more productive?”

soonyoung stares at you for half a moment before realization dawns on his face. “ohhh,” he breathes. “would it be weird if i gave you head? no, right?”

“please, soonyoung, just get me off,” you reply, voice edging on desperation, “anything.”

“o-okay,” somehow he flushes even pinker than he already is. you’re still looking at him when he crooks his fingers inside you and makes you gasp, mouth falling open, and you hate the way he grins.

soonyoung settles between his legs, fingers slowly moving in and out of your dripping cunt, and you feel his hot breath against you, making you shiver in anticipation.

when soonyoung’s tongue presses against your clit, you almost scream. instead, your exhale comes out in a strangled moan and your hips buck up instinctually, desperate for more. his lips close around the hood of your clit and he laps at you, drinking you up like he’s starving.

“god, yes, please,” your lips form the words incoherently as soonyoung works you, holding your thighs open, filling the room with the obscene sounds of his fingers thrusting in and out of your dripping cunt and his mouth sucking wetly at your clit, mingled in with your broken cries.

“fuck, ohgod—“ you squeeze your eyes shut as something tugs and snaps inside you, filling your whole world with white hot blinding pleasure. it crashes on you in waves, more intense than you expected, and you feel yourself clench down on his hand, back arching and hips canting up into him as you ride it out.

piece by piece, the world rematerializes around you and the ringing in your ears subsides. you blink, chest heaving as you pull in lungfuls of air to clear your head. your throat feels raw and you realize belatedly that soonyoung’s apartment walls aren’t the thickest.

you look down. soonyoung stares at you with wide eyes. “did you just—“

“that was the hardest i came in my life,” you pant, propping yourself up on your elbows. “fuck.”

soonyoung, however, pouts. “but you didn’t squirt.”

you raise your eyebrows at him. “are you kidding me? you just gave me the best orgasm of my life, and you’re hyperfixated on the squirting thing?”

“but the article said that anybody can squirt,” he says still pouting.

“it’s okay,” you sit up, thighs still trembling, “there’s always next time.”

soonyoung visibly brightens. “next time?”

“yes, next time,” you reassure him. “but if you don’t fuck me right now, i think i’ll die, and then there won’t be a next time.”

“You're freezing,” he says, looking around the room. “Is it that cold out here?”

“Just a little,” you admit, but he's already shrugging out of his cardigan and draping it over your shoulders. “We should call the landlord about heating — it’s already been two days since they replied. If you want some food, I made spaghetti earlier and left a pot on the stove, but I start class in fifteen minutes.”

Ever since the switch to online learning, hiding your relationship became a little more complicated. More extensive planning and dancing around the apartment to avoid appearing in each other’s cameras. You’ve done well so far. You set up a makeshift office in the living room, desk angled away from the kitchen and any reflective surfaces so that Jihoon can come and go as needed. He works in the bedroom office, camera facing the wall so that you can access the closet with the occasional flirtatious wave that he ignores.

You’ve both declined your colleagues’ requests for house tours, cooing over their pets and children without revealing personal details of your own. There’s been a few close calls, but nothing you couldn’t improvise. As far as your students know, you cat sit for your cousin sometimes. Yes, the cat (Jihoon) likes fiddling with things in the kitchen. No, you can’t show him off; he’s much too shy for that. As far as Jihoon’s students know, he has a noisy neighbor who likes to watch TV while he’s teaching and gets way too excited about fight scenes. Should he file a noise complaint? Hm, he’ll think about it. They make him nice dinners once in a while.

Jihoon comes out of the kitchen with a plate of said nice dinner and a fork in his mouth.

“Your peer eval’s today, right?”

“Yeah, Jeonghan’s going to be sitting in for it. Do you mind eating in the bedroom for a bit? It should be half an hour shorter — I promised my kids that I’ll end class early so they can meet with their film partners.”

He gives you a funny look, already halfway through the door. “Like I have a choice?” he says, but there’s no bite to it. “When you’re done, we can finish that movie from the other night? Been dying to find out what happens next. I caught up on grading this morning.”

You shake your head. “I have too many assignments to grade.” You groan, pressing your palms to your eyes. Perhaps in a parallel universe, you’d be snuggled up to Jihoon’s side and finally finishing this movie you’ve pushed off for a week. “Which is my own doing. Still trying to find the balance between too many and too little deadlines. But I’ll make it up to you, okay?”

 “It’s fine. We have to pay rent, don’t we? Maybe I’ll get a head start on fixing up the class page, and when you’re done out here, we can work together.”

You shoot him a smile. That’s the nice part of having a partner who shares your job — he always understands exactly what you’re going through. Having a partner who works at the same institution, though…there’s a few things that can be worked out, especially when everyone but the payroll office and certain administrators think that you’re both still single. One colleague in particular keeps trying to set you up with someone in the history department, to Jihoon’s annoyance. (You realized long ago that jokes about Professor Joshua’s handsomeness aren’t perceived as funny.)

You open the Zoom meeting five minutes early, and as expected, Jeonghan’s already in your waiting room, excited to see your place before your students get in. He scans your background and pretends to pout at the ever-blank wall.

“No change in scenery today either?” he asks. “You’re so boring, professor. One of these days, I’ll get you to spill your address so I can send you hanging plants or a painting or something.”

Laughing as the students start logging in, you say, “That day is not today, Jeonghan.”

“You never change the angle of your room, either. Blink twice if you need me to get you out of there.”

You roll your eyes at him. Even though he’s no longer in the office across the hall from you, he still finds ways to brighten your day. With a final private message that says you’ll continue the conversation later, you begin your lesson to the little rectangles on screen, half of them with actual faces, some with a shaky view of the ceiling, and some not on at all. But you’re lucky; your students are always good about participation either through unmuting or by typing in the chat, and it doesn’t take long before the class discussion takes a life of its own as you sit back and facilitate.

You get too caught up in the debate. A glance at the clock makes you realize with a start that it’s already been 45 minutes.

“Alright, alright,” you say, waving your hand at the camera. Getting their attention is so much harder on Zoom. “I think next time, we’ll try break out rooms to let everyone have a chance to talk. If there’s any lingering comments or thoughts, post on our discussion board and I’ll get back to you as soon as I can.

“As I promised last class, you can have the last thirty minutes to talk with your partners either in a break out room or just log off and work something out with each other. Are there any questions?”

One student raises their hand. Sweet kid, if only a little mischievous. They always come to office hours for help on their essays, and if you remember correctly, they’re the one who suggested that you play nice with Jihoon. You call on them.

“I don’t know how to say this in French…”

“It’s fine,” you say, switching out of French. “We’re just wrapping up anyway. What’s your question? Formatting? I already posted—”

“No, well, it’s rather personal, professor.”

You raise your eyebrows at that, and so does Jeonghan right below the student’s camera. You have a sinking feeling about this, but you entertain them anyway.

“If it’s quick, sure, but if it’s long, come to my office hours this afternoon.”

“It’s just—” the student leans closer “—can you show me the left shoulder of your jacket?”

You turn to the side. It’s a pretty embroidered patch Jihoon got from a friend not too long ago. He usually kept it in the living room display, but when he needed something to cover up a hole in the cardigan’s sleeve, it seemed like a perfect fit.

The student grins.

“What a funny coincidence. I’m taking Professor Jihoon’s music production class this semester, and he has a cardigan with the same shoulder design.”

Ah. Your throat dries.

“I like this style,” you respond coolly. “I see that he and I have similar tastes. I wonder if we got it in the same place.”

“Professor, he said that the design was custom-made.” They pause for dramatic effect, though there’s no need. All of your students are on the edge of their seats now, and Jeonghan has the most triumphant look. “I also had class with him right before this. Professor Y/N, are you living with Professor Jihoon?”

There it is. There’s silent gasps on some cameras, and the chat scrolls by with key smashes. Your feisty dynamic with the music department’s resident grumpface is well-known, and this. This is breaking news worthy.  It doesn’t help that Jihoon chooses this exact moment to leave the bedroom to put his plate in the sink. It’s not his fault; you did tell him that you’d end early. He catches your deer-in-headlights look and freezes in the middle of the room, mouthing, Are you not done?

…is this how the lie finally unravels?

“Is that your cat?” Jeonghan jumps in now. “Does he finally want to say hi to the class?”

Your brain fires off excuses. We’re neighbors. We happened to see each other right before this. My apartment wi-fi is weak, so I teach in a public space that Jihoon happens to frequent, too. Actually, his washing machine is broken, so he’s over just to do laundry. But you know that the evidence is damning. You’re caught.

“Anyone who wants or needs to leave, feel free to,” you say before muting your mic. Only three names disappear from the list of participants. “Jihoon, they know.”

You don’t need to explain further. His eyes bug out. “They what? How?”

“One of my students is in your class. They recognized your cardigan.” You glance at your chat still asking you to confirm, though your reaction is basically a confirmation already. “They’re asking you to say hello.”

He gives you a worried look. “Are you okay with that? You can tell them to mind their own business and ignore it. Give them enough homework and they’ll forget about it.”

“I’m okay with it. If you are.”

He holds your gaze for a moment before shrugging. He puts his plate on the coffee table and then walks into frame. You unmute your mic.

“Well, everyone who’s interested,” you begin, waving to the newcomer behind your shoulder. “Meet my boyfriend. Some of you might know him.”

He ducks down, and when his face appears, the chat goes wild.

It’s really him!!

Wait, when did you start dating?????

NAKEJFAKRHAEHR WHAT THE HECK

ok but i lowkey called it…like, who fights so much srsly…

YOU’RE SO CUTE AHH I’M SO HAPPY FOR YOU

You push Jihoon out of the camera, fighting back an embarrassed chuckle. “Alright, if there’s no more questions about your upcoming assignment, go do your work,” you say. “You had your fun. I’m guessing you don’t need to stay, so no break out rooms while I sort this mess out.”

Some of them protest, trying to ask more questions about your sudden relationship, but Jeonghan steps in, saying that he needs to talk to you. That clears out the rest of them fairly quickly, leaving only you, Jeonghan, and Jihoon standing right out of view.

“So,” your colleague crows, “you and Professor Jihoon, huh? Can’t say I’m surprised. I always said there was something in the air. Will you be free for a debrief later as planned, or will you be preoccupied with doing damage control?”

“We can still meet as planned,” you manage.

“Perfect.” Jeonghan twiddles his fingers into the camera. “Tell Mr. Boyfriend I said bye.”

“Bye, Jeonghan.”

You end the room, and with a sigh that could probably lift a hot air balloon, you swivel your chair to face the so-called Mr. Boyfriend, who’s looking a lot calmer than you expected.

“Cat’s out of the bag,” you say, as if that wasn’t obvious already. “Guess we can’t pretend to fight in front of them anymore.”

He laughs. “That’s what you’re thinking about?”

You give him a half-shrug. “It was fun! Made for pretty entertaining days. Do you think the news will get around to everyone by tomorrow?”

“I bet it’ll get around to everyone by tonight,” he says. To prove his point, his phone buzzes incessantly in his back pocket, and he reads the message before showing you the screen. “See? Soonyoung’s already asking me about it.”

“Okay.” You smile. “Just making sure you’re not regretting having your name tied to mine. You know they’re not going to let this go for a long time.”

Professor Jihoon — standing in front of you with a day old black t-shirt, basketball shorts, and bright eyes that cameras can’t capture — leans down to cage you between his arms.

“What the fuck are you doing?” you hissed.

“What the fuck are you doing?” Jongseong shot back, glaring down at you. His eyes were depthless pits of obsidian, and you were slightly intimidated by how angry he seemed. “We need to talk about last night.”

Refusing to avert your gaze, you said, “I was drunk—”

“Why did you leave me alone?”

Your mouth parted open in surprise. The last thing you’d expected him to ask you was that.

“I—” you began, trying to come up with an answer. “I freaked out. I’m sorry,” you added.

“Why’d you freak out?” Jongseong asked without skipping a beat. “I kissed you back.”

“I freaked out because you kissed me back,” you snapped. “Like I said, I was drunk. I thought you would have realised that and pushed me away.”

That was a huge lie. Since Yeji’s well-being had been your responsibility, you had stayed away from liquor. In hindsight, it hadn’t really stopped you from making bad decisions, though.

Jongseong chuckled bitterly. “Stop lying. I know what a drunk person smells like. Tastes like. You were clean and you consented.”

He was right. Kissing him had been something so unimaginable that he had pulled away immediately and demanded to know if you were drunk. The moment you had convinced him—with a lot of effort, no less—that you weren’t, he had captured your lips in a desperate haze.

“Do you really find me so repulsive?” he continued, taking a step away from you. Guilt clenched you heart upon seeing hurt flash across his face.

“No,” you said. “I don’t find you repulsive. I can’t stop thinking about you and it’s driving me fucking crazy.”

Jongseong’s eyes widened in surprise, his breathing becoming laboured. “Then why’d you suddenly leave?”

“Because I wasn’t supposed to kiss you!” you burst out. “I wasn’t supposed to let my goddamn emotions get the better of me! I wasn’t supposed to lose control! But I did, Jongseong, and when I realised, I fucking ran.”

For a few moments, he didn’t speak, the shock of your revelations rendering him speechless. He could only stare at you as he tried to process everything. And then,

“Are you losing control right now?”

That was all it took for you to snap once more. Grabbing the nape of his shirt, you smashed your lips against his.

Jongseong was quick to react. He snaked an arm around your waist and pulled you close, pushing the back of your neck with his hand to deepen the kiss.

Tilting your neck to the side to give him better access, you let your own hands travel to his hair and wove your fingers through the strands.

You opened your mouth for his tongue, but a knock cut you off. “Y/N?”

Shoving him away, you cleared your throat and hastily fixed your appearance. “Yeah, Yeji?”

“Everything okay in there?” her muffled voice filtered through the door. “You’ve been a while.”

“I’ll be outside in a minute. You can go back,” you said, meeting Jongseong’s gaze.

Yeji seemed to hesitate, but then you heard her shuffle away. “Okay.”

Once the sound of her footsteps had completely faded, you turned to face Jongseong.

“Later?” he spoke before you could, annoyance evident in his voice. You couldn’t even blame him for being pissed at being interrupted—you pretty much shared the same sentiment.

You nodded, already moving towards the door. “Text me.”

That was the second time you left Park Jongseong behind. He wasn’t worried, though, because this time you had promised to return.

the only reason you’re here right now, alone with jay park, one of heeseung’s closest friends at the most expensive restaurant in the city, was because of two reasons. one, your wonderful boyfriend heeseung had left you all to your lonesome to finish up a survival video game with jake sim. you were quite displeased with the action, but being the loving, accepting girlfriend you are, you let him do his nerdy guy thing.

reason number two, jay had invited you to dinner with him. with nothing else to do and nowhere to go, how could you simply turn down such a persuading offer? especially when the bleach blond boy had heaps of fat stacks solely in his possession. free, expensive, delicious food on your end? yeah, most definitely a winning perk one would consider in times of video game induced abandonment.

“ah,” you chuckle nervously, your tongue going to slide against the plush surface of your lips. “i don’t know.. i might have stuff to do tomorrow night. but we’ll see.” you tell him with a painted smile to your glossed lips, watching as his dark eyes narrow slightly at your unnerved expression.

“definitely not heeseung. i know that already.” jay mumbles to you, watching as an unamused frown perches to your lips. you watch an annoying cackle roll past his lips as he pushes himself up away from the wall, closely approaching you.

“shut up.” you reply in a hushed tone, tucking strands of your hair behind the shell of your ear. the two of you walk side by side down the length of the parking lot, the darkly painted sky blanketing the two of you in the hazy moonlight. “heeseung is an amazing guy.” you continue from your previous demand, jay’s insensitive comment still prickling under your skin. “it’s not all about that stuff.”

“cut the crap, y/n.” jay begins as the two of you approach his shiny, silver car, watching your figure as you loop around the back of it and stand in front of the passenger door to face him. “you can say that all you want, but i know you care deep down. no girl wants another virgin as their first time. c’mon, it’s simple.”

you narrow your eyes at him as he folds his arms over the top of the car, his eyebrows raising at you as if an attempt to taunt. he cocks his head to the side and clicks his tongue to the roof of his mouth. “am i wrong?”

“you’re very wrong.” you reply firmly, digging your fists into the pockets of your beige coat. you internally tell yourself not to get too riled up over such a confident statement bellowed from jay’s unfiltered mouth, inhaling slowly before parting your lips. “i’d rather have my first time with a virgin i care about on a personal level than with a player i have absolutely no interest in.” you raise your eyebrows back at the boy who tongues the inside of his cheek, the nightly wind biting at his round cheeks and staining them pink. “i prefer connection first.”

“y/n.” the blond boy begins softly, straightening up to wrap his fingers around the car door handle. “it’s just me here. no one else. you can be honest. i’ve never met a pretty virgin who wants to fuck another virgin. they want dudes with experience. like me, for example.” your mind instantly clicks off at the continuation of jay’s disgusting banter, an exhausted sigh rolling past your lips as you open up the car door and slip yourself inside.

“shut up, jay.”

the drive back to your apartment was fairly quiet, a little too awkwardly quiet you might say. you occupied yourself by letting your forehead rest up against the glass of the passenger window, satisfied by the frantic tremble of your cranium as you and jay head down the bumpy asphalt.

as soon as you twist your key into the doorknob of your long awaited apartment, your body was tremendously ready to just collapse into the soft clutches of your couch. your brain suddenly floods with sweet images of your boyfriend, who you were more than ready to accept with tired, open arms. as you made your way into your darkness - swallowed living room, you blink your mascara coated eyelashes in the midst of its pitch black perimeter. your soft footsteps trail along the carpet as your eyes flick up to peer at the clock settled atop the wall just above your refrigerator.

11:23pm. panic soon threads up your spine at the mere thought of being home so late, heeseung must be panicking like crazy at your long disappearance. you slip your purse strap off of your shoulder and throw it onto your couch, before making your way quickly into your shared bedroom.

you slowly push open your door with a small creak, eyes adjusting to the dim lighting that encompasses your quiet bedroom. your gaze lands on heeseung, who lies on the left side of the bed, his bare back to you. he seems to be fast asleep as you observe the slow rising and falling that pushes against the prominent curve of his spine. you let a tired sigh roll out of the confinements of your lip gloss slathered lips, deciding to just crawl into bed in your dinner clothes. sleep was slowly slithering under the layers of your skin anyway.

as soon as you situate yourself under the thick, white covers, heeseung stirs subtly beside you. you tense up softly to watch his actions, your eyes fixated on the messy curls swooping along the back of his head. “y/n?” you hear him croakily whisper without turning around. you hum firmly and wait for a reply. “why’re you home so late?” you can almost hear the small pout that paints his lips in his small, hushed tone, guilt rising inside your gut.

“i went out to eat with jay.” you whisper back to him, rolling on your side to throw an arm over the boy’s warm waist. “while you were out with jake.” a displeased whine spills from the boy, who slowly lifts himself up onto his elbows and onto his stomach, turning his head to peer sleepily at you.

his eyes are squinted and puffy and you can definitely see the pout of his chapped, pink lips now. “you went out with jay?” he whispers unamused, quirking a lazy brow at you. you knit your eyebrows together as you examine his sleepy features, lifting your hand up to swipe a stray curl behind the round shell of his ear.

“yes.” you tell him, swallowing slowly into your throat. “is that bad?” you watch as he juts his bottom lip out even further, his eyebrows slowly knitting together. he huffs softly out of his nose and flutters his eyes closed, his long eyelashes casting a soft shadow against the high curve of his cheekbones.

“yeah.” he mumbles. “i don’t like that.” you snort softly and run your palm against his cheek, fingers tracing along the curve of his jawline.

“why?” you ask in a confused yet humored tone, watching as heeseung tries to lift his eyelids open fully. he licks his lips and frowns, your palm feeling the soft heat radiating from his warm cheek.

“because.” he says firmly, an obvious upset expression distorting at his pointed features. “he’s just— i just—” you watch as he runs a palm down his reddening face, shaking his head softly with lazy frustration. “i just don’t.” you can’t help but let a small curve lift at your tired lips, your fingers going to clutch his chin and squish against the lower skin of his cheeks.

“heeseung.” you whisper, his eyebrows lifting as he strains to keep his eyelids open. he leans back hastily away from your hand, before quickly going back to lay on his side. he scoots further along the edge of the bed away from you, and you let out a displeased whine. “heeseung. are you mad at me?”

“no.” he simply mumbles, adjusting his head’s position against your silk pillows. you decide to give it a rest and let the boy sleep, knowing he’ll probably forget about this by tomorrow. you sigh softly as you lie flatly onto your back, eyes peering up at the lines of your ceiling.

“jay invited me to his party tomorrow. you’re going, right?” you whisper as you clasp your fingers together atop of your abdomen.

a few seconds of silence engulf the two of you before you hear a soft inhale of heeseung’s chest. “yeah. we’ll go together.” he slurs almost inaudibly, almost not picking up his words. “so he doesn’t… he doesn’t..” his words trail off as slumber creeps up to him once again, an admired smile etching across your lips.

“i got it, heeseung.”

as soon as your eyes fluttered open against the harsh light of the morning sunrise, you immediately felt an absence of warmth that was once previously beside you. slumber still embraces your figure as you slowly rise up in your spot, the disheveled white covers gently sliding off of your waist. you let a yawn stretch your lips agape as you reach for your phone settled on top of the night stand, squinting at its illuminating light as you click your device on.

heeseung ♡ 1h ago

hi i’ll be at jake’s when u wake up. will see u at jay’s party. i love you

an immediate sinking feeling dips at the pit of your stomach, an involuntary pout pushing against your lips. you concluded that the boy did in fact not forget about last night’s events and he indeed was angry with you for going out with jay. if that wasn’t the case, that sure was what it felt like. why else would he go all day without seeing you or kissing you a goodbye? you felt a burning lump develop in the pit of your throat as you clicked your phone off and swung your legs over the side of your bed, exhaling out a shaky sigh as you stand to your feet and approach your closet.

you’d think, as you go through your day by your lonesome, that maybe once heeseung would text you and change his mind. maybe want to meet up. but no. when you went to eat lunch with your good friend ryujin he didn’t text you. when you went to pick up groceries for the week he still didn’t text you. when you went out for drinks with sunghoon and jungwon still, not one text from your boyfriend.

and when your phone was blatantly dry by the time 8:30 rolled around, standing in front of your bedroom mirror checking yourself out in one of your black miniskirts, you concluded dramatically that the boy wants nothing to do with you anymore. you ruined it. you’re a terrible, horrible girlfriend. whatever shall you do now? all you can do as you slip inside ryujin’s car to head out towards beorin leaf diner, was anticipate apologizing to him once you see him at the party. yeah, you got this…. maybe. if he still wants to see you after all of the dreadful things you’ve done. god, you should be ashamed.

you knew as soon as ryujin had pulled up into the parking lot of the diner, that this might have been a mistake. your eyes narrow at the paper sign taped to the glass door as you climb out of your friend’s car. party hours — 9pm to 12am. immediate anxiety flares up inside your chest, feeling ryujin’s slender arm hook around your own. she says something to you, but all you can hear is your heart pulsing loudly in your eardrums. great. now i have to deal with idiotic drunks all around me.

as soon as you step inside the establishment, loud party music blares against the depths of your ears. it’s dark all around you, a red glow illuminating the vicinity of the room. it’s crowded already, people bustling by the bars and huddled in groups with their own drinks. you’ve spotted jake somewhere at one of the booths, chatting it up with a group of other boys you don’t recognize. panic snaps you out of your observing state as you feel ryujin’s arm slide away from you, immediately steering your head over to her.

“i’m gonna go find jay.” she tells you through purple gloss slathered lips. you part your lips to answer but the girl already hurries off away from you, leaving you standing dumbfounded in the middle of the restaurant. your eyes dart all around your surroundings for some sort of safety corner, slipping your lip nervously between your teeth. you clutch your purse tightly as you decide to make your way over towards the less crowded area of the bar, a satisfied sigh leaving your lips as you settle yourself on one of its black leather stools.

to your surprise, the next couple minutes goes extremely well. you get to sit with your thoughts, a wine glass filled with sparkling cider between your painted fingernails. everyone around you already has their person or group to converse with, leaving you in your own personal bubble. just the way you like it. just as your relaxing inner peace was just starting to settle, ears taking in the upbeat music emitting from the ceiling speakers, a hasty arm is thrown over your shoulder and completely interrupts your personal vibe time.

“look who made it.” jay’s slurred voice breathes into your ear, your nose immediately crinkling from the smell of alcohol on his breath. disappointment settles inside you when you realize you haven’t spotted heeseung yet, letting a small sigh escape your lips as you adjust the straps of your dress shirt. “where’s your little virgin toy?”

“happy birthday.” you tell him unenthusiastically, adjusting your body under jay’s heavy arm. “i didn’t buy you anything. by the way.” a sharp chuckle stings at your eardrums and you wince, bracing yourself when the blond boy hastily pulls you to his chest.

“ah, you didn’t need to.” he tells you lowly, patting your shoulder. “just your pretty little self being here is all i need.” you internally cringe at his alcohol - laced comment and snort at him, hoping your silence will steer him away from you. “no, but seriously,” jay begins again, his hot breath tickling your ear. “if you’re ever down for an actual good fuck, just let me know. we don’t have to tell heeseung.”

you grimace at his statement and immediately go to hit him hard in the chest, making him slip his arm off of you with a wince. your cheeks redden slightly and you can feel another burning lump approach your throat. “hey,” he chuckles, and you turn your head to glare at him. you watch his ring lined hand grip his chest, his thick eyebrows raising up and disappearing behind shaggy blond hair. “hey, i’m just saying. i’m capable of giving you things he can’t give you. because he doesn’t know how.”

“fuck off, jay.” you bluntly tell the boy, anger rising up your spine. you can hear him say things to you but you simply block it out, standing up from your stool and immediately turning around in the opposite direction. when you had turned though, your eyes land on a familiar figure walking towards you, panic immediately blooming inside your chest. it was heeseung, his torso clad in a long sleeved black button up, the chest buttons open to expose his prominent collarbones and olive toned skin. his hair was parted too, strands of his pushed back dark hair falling into his eyes and drooping around the golden hoops hanging from his ears.

his hands stay settled into his pockets as he approaches you, his eyes trained on you the whole length of his walk. the closer he becomes under the hazy, red lights the more you notice the eyeliner that outlines both of his round eyes. there’s no doubt that he looks absolutely amazing, and that once familiar guilt creeps back up inside you when you watch his eyebrows thread together. he notices your unpleased expression and sends his gaze over to jay, who had seated himself in the black stool beside you. “hey, buddy.” jay says through a wide, forced smile, taking a sip of the alcoholic drink he had in his free hand.

you thank every god in the sky that heeseung had blessed you with his heavenly presence right in this moment, happy to just escape the blond boy beside you. heeseung walks up beside you to seat himself in the seat on the other side of you, scooting the stool up closer to the bar. “are you okay?” he whispers to you, his lips dipped into a frown and his eyebrows furrowed tightly. he rests his elbow against the wooden bar with the rest of his body to you, concerned eyes scanning your features.

“yeah.” you reply quietly, a weak curve to your glossy lips. “jay is just being an asshole and i want him to leave.” you whisper, and you watch heeseung’s throat as he swallows slowly.

“what is he saying?” heeseung asks you softly but firmly, leaning himself closer towards you. you watch the clench of his jaw as you part your lips to speak, hesitant of the words that were about to roll off your tongue.

“just…. stuff i don’t like. can you just.. make him leave?” you rest your palm against his thigh and start picking at a small hole in his black denim, hearing the boy swallow as his gaze darts down to watch your hand.

“yeah.” he mumbles, before leaning forward into the bar to peer over at jay on the other side of you. “hey.” he begins firmly, his eyebrows still threaded together above his eyes. jay immediately snaps his head over to heeseung, his eyebrows raised and his lips parted absentmindedly.

“hey.”

“i don’t know what you’ve said to her, but i’d like it if you leave her alone and go hang somewhere else. sorry, dude.”

you keep your eyes trained on your fingernails as you continue stretching the hole in heeseung’s pants, nervous for jay’s drunk reaction. you hear a harsh scoff behind you, before a dry, unamused chuckle rolls from jay’s lips. “ah, fuck you. you haven’t seen the way she is around me. you weren’t here when we went out yesterday, now were you?”

you clench your jaw harshly, anger blossoming in the pit of your stomach. you watch as heeseung’s face begins to grow rather pale, and you immediately part your lips. “heeseung.” you hastily whisper. “don’t listen to him. he’s drunk and wants things his way.”

you hear the scoot of jay’s stool against the floor and concludes he’s stood up, his voice now heard above you. “did you see what she wore yesterday, heeseung? practically begging me to get in her pants.” a harsh chuckle rolls from his alcohol slicked mouth. “you’re fuckin’ delusional if you think she wants to jump on a virgin like you.”

knowing heeseung, you just know how sensitive he is when it comes to this type of thing, knowing he’ll doubt himself and your relationship completely. so when your eyes lock on the clench of his jaw and the quivering of his lip, your mouth goes completely dry. “heeseung,” you breathe desperately, your body rattling with anger. “i promise you, i would never show myself off to jay like that. i only want you.”

“i’m going to the bathroom.” the boy mumbles under his breath, eyebrows pulled tight above his eyes. your body tenses up when heeseung quickly stands up from his stool, quickly walking off and away from you in anger. your vision soon becomes blurry with approaching tears, simply summoned from the anger bubbling up inside of you. you can do nothing but just sit there, taking the situation in.

“god,” you hear jay snicker behind you. “can’t even confront me like a goddamn man. maybe it’s a good thing you haven’t fucked him yet, there might not even be a dick in his pants.” jay’s obnoxious, alcohol slathered tone makes your body almost burst into flames with the most rage you’ve felt in a long time, taking a deep, shaky breath. you decide to just ignore him all together, standing up from your stool and beginning to walk in the direction heeseung had gone.

“you’re a fucking bitch.” you can’t help but throw your head over your shoulder and declare it to the drunken blond boy, who blinks his widened eyes at you as you make your way through the crowds of people and down the lines of packed booths.

the party music that had swept into the crevices of your ears seemed to have become quiet as you head down the hallway that leads to the single restroom, nothing but the clicks of your black shoes echoing across the tiled floor. you quickly approach the wooden bathroom door, throwing your fist up and knocking on it hastily. “heeseung,” you begin firmly, concern laced in your tone. you let your arm fall by your side and you rest your forehead against the door, your eyelids fluttering shut. “heeseung, please. let me talk to you.”

a few seconds tick by before the doorknob slowly clicks, immediately moving your body a few steps away from the door. heeseung opens it, and the sight of the eyeliner that drips trails down both of his cheeks makes your heart sink to your stomach. “can i come in?” you whisper to him, and the boy nods softly, sniffling his red nose quietly. you make your way inside the brightly lit bathroom, hearing the boy click the door shut behind you.

you turn to face him, immediately lacing your arms over your chest. he leans his back against the door, his hands going to dig right back into the pockets of his jeans. “i’m sorry.” your quiet voice is echoey against the walls of the bathroom. you watch as heeseung’s half lidded eyes observe you, his lips pursed as he sniffs softly again. “yesterday, really was just a harmless evening for me. you were out with jake and i was bored, jay just happened to invite me to dinner. and i promise i wasn’t wearing anything provocative, it was literally just a silk shirt and some skinny jeans. i promise. in no way do i like jay like that.” you shake your head softly and raise your eyebrows at the boy, watching as he runs a hand through his dark curls.

“i know.” he mumbles, eyes still trained on you as you step closer to him. you reach your hands up to his face to wipe the eyeliner from his cheeks, but it only smudges the soft skin even more. “i believe you. i’m sorry i get so bent out of shape. it’s just… jay has a dirty mouth and he sleeps around a lot. and… i just get insecure around guys like that. and i couldn’t help but feel stupid.” you cup heeseung’s cheeks in your palms and swipe dangling strands of his hair away from his eyes. “i’m sorry.”

“it’s okay. i understand.” you whisper to him, quickly lifting your chin up to press your lips against his briefly. “i just want you to know i only want you. you don’t have to worry about that.”

“you know,” heeseung begins in a trembling whisper, slow hands going to slide around your waist. “if you do ever- ever just.. decide you want someone with experience that’s okay, just let me know first.”

“shhh..” you hush him softly, eyes absentmindedly trailing down to the exposed curve of his chest. you hear heeseung mouth a small ‘sorry’ before you let your lips softly collide with his own again, his grip on your waist tightening slowly. “i can taste your eyeliner.” you mumble against his lips, feeling him smile shyly against your mouth.

“sorry…”

“what can i do to make it up to you?” you whisper, mouth dancing against heeseung’s. “i obviously made you upset. i’ll do anything. i’m sorry.” you hear a small hum from heeseung’s mouth as he shifts his weight against you, parting from your mouth for a brief second.

“there is.. something.” he whispers shakily, eyes darting down to the plush expanse of your lips. you quirk a curious brow at him and rub your nose against his, a curve lifting to your lips.

“and that is..?”

“but- but only if you’re up for it.” he whispers again against your lips, cocking his head slightly to press kisses along the curve of your jawline. you can feel the burning heat of his ear against your cheek. the curve on your lips only extends curiously, your heartbeat thumping inside your ears. you tune in to the distant, melodic music that emits faintly outside the bathroom walls.

“what is it?”

“i wanna see your mouth stretched around my dick.” color immediately drains from your face at the dirty words that were just whispered into your ear, and heeseung can feel your body tense. a nervous chuckle sputters from his lips and he lifts his head up to face you, bringing both of his hands to cup your shoulders. “look, i—” he begins with reddened cheeks, swallowing shortly in his throat. “ever since you mentioned it i can’t stop thinking about it and.. and your lips are so glossy today it’s making.. making me.. yeah. i just. oh, oh and i.. i think i’m ready. for it. so.” another quick chuckle ripples from his lips and squeezes his eyelids closed, immediately clearing his throat after your stoic expression doesn’t falter. “i- i mean.. if you wanna do it. we don’t have to.”

“right now?” you whisper, pretending there isn’t a growing pulse against your underwear. “like, here? in the bathroom?”

you watch as heeseung parts his lips nervously, eyes frantically searching your expression. you watch his chest begin rising quickly with approaching anxious breaths, his tongue sliding over his lips briefly. “uh.. i…. i don’t really care. i mean, we can.” his eyebrows raise up into his dark fringe, cheeks blooming a deeper red. “the more we talk about it the harder i’m getting, so—”

“unbutton your jeans.” you immediately breathe, causing heeseung’s lips to clamp shut and color to drain from his face. he blinks for a few seconds, before immediately reaching his hands down to the button of his jeans and clicks it open, the waistband of his boxers peeking out above the top of his pants. your eyes watch his bony fingers as he glances down to watch himself unzip his pants, fumbling nervously with the zipper. you can see the toned v-line of his lower abdomen as he continues struggling with his zipper, an immediate gulp jumping down your throat.

“s-sorry, um—” he stutters, before finally the zipper complies. you watch as he shakily tugs his jeans down over his soft thighs and down to his knees, where he tosses his jeans to the floor. after that, you instantly go to grip both of his arms to stop him.

“okay, stop.” you tell him softly, and the boy freezes his motions to look up at you with widened eyes. you peer at his expression through dark, half lidded eyes, a slow curve etching up your lip. “let me do the rest.” you mumble, watching his adam’s apple as he swallows thickly. he nods rather feverishly, eyes trained on your sultry expression. you slowly get down to settle on your knees, wincing at the slight pain against the hard, tiled floor. you simply ignore it, eyes immediately landing on the large outline of his dick that presses against the fabric of his boxers, your eyeballs almost popping out of your skull.

you can tell he’s still hesitant by the way he tugs the hem of his dress shirt down against his thighs, and you peer up at him through your eyelashes before grabbing both of his wrists. just the sight of him peering down at you through strands of already sweat soaked hair sends a tingle down your spine. “hey,” you whisper softly to him, his heavy breaths echoing in your eardrums. “it’s okay. i’m not going to judge you. let me make you feel good.”

“okay.” he whispers, slowly letting go of his shirt. he lets his palms press flat into the door behind him, eyes watching you as you grip the waistband of his boxers. you can’t help but examine his lower body, eyes roaming up the toned curves of his stomach and trailing down the deep lines of his v-line, where his boxers hang low against his hips. you swallow slowly again as you slowly tug his boxers further down his legs, practically salivating at just the upcoming sight you’re about to set your eyes upon.

you can already feel the immediate warmth that spreads against your clit and dampens your own underwear when you’ve tugged his boxers down to his ankles. you’ve already concluded that he’s huge, but seeing his own, hardened length right before your eyes only makes your insides go crazy. your mouth is dry as you examine the pretty pink of his tip and the way heeseung immediately tenses his thighs together bashfully. you look back up at him where his hands cover his face, noticing the red round tips of his ears. you adjust yourself against the floor before flattening your skirt over your thighs, your cheeks flushing. you make sure to keep your eyes trained up on his face when you slip your tongue out to swiftly swipe at his sensitive tip, an immediate whine pushing up against his closed lips.

“y/n.” he immediately breathes, his hands flying back to press his palms back into the wall. his eyebrows thread together desperately above his eyes as he peers back down at you, where he’s met with your cheeky grin.

“heeseung,” you breathe against his dick, causing the boy’s breath to hitch. “you.. you’re huge.” you whisper with raised eyebrows, watching as he slips his lip between his teeth. “i don’t know if i’ll be able to,” you quickly swipe your tongue over his tip again, watching the back of his head hit the wall with a silenced whimper. “take you all in my mouth.”

your simple sentence causes a twitch to ping at heeseung’s dick, your chest swelling with pride. you take the boy’s shaky, deep breaths as a sign to continue, letting a soft sigh roll past your lips before you spread them agape, slowly pressing heeseung’s tip into the warmth of your mouth. you feel his thighs twitch at your action, his breaths becoming heavier. a soft groans rolls off of his tongue as you edge his dick deeper between your lips, making sure to breathe hot air onto it as you do so.

“oh my god.” you hear heeseung breathe, his thighs twitching as you take him midway into your mouth, your jaw straining around his length. you pause to swirl your tongue slowly around the tip of his dick, where an unexpected breathy moan spills from heeseung as he uncontrollably bucks his hips forward sharply, his length almost hitting the back of your throat.

you’re taken aback shortly, but your gag reflex is pretty much nonexistent. you press a palm out to flatten it against the wall, giving you some leverage as you let the boy rolls his hips into your mouth. you drag your tongue up the underside of his length when you suddenly feel a tug on your hair, making a sudden hum emit from your throat.

“s-sorry.” heeseung shakily whispers, his grip on your hair subtly relaxing. “i… i… it…” he stutters, his knuckles subconsciously gripping a chunk of your hair to keep your mouth in its place, bucking his hips up sharply into your mouth. the grip on your hair hurts, you have to admit, but of course it doesn’t matter right now. his breaths are shaky and erratic as you make sure to tighten your lips around his dick, licking wide stripes against the underside of it.

desperate whimpers roll from his lips as you flick your gaze up to his face to peer at him through your eyelashes, a sweaty sheen filmed over his blissed out expression and shining at his exposed chest. his shirt is now sticking to his abdomen with sweat as his head leans against the wall, lips parts subconsciously as his eyes gaze down at you, eyebrows threaded tightly above his eyes. “it feels.. i cant.. it feels…” he whimpers shakily through sweaty strands of his fringe, feeling you push warm saliva up from the back of your throat to smear up his dick with your tongue. his eyes roll in the back of his head as his grip around your hair only tightens more, increasing the speed of his bucking hips. “so… so.. so fucking good… please..”

your pussy simply throbs at heeseung’s desperate words, pumping your mouth further along the length of his dick. you make sure to hum lowly as you slide the undersides of your lips up to his tip, where his fist pulls at your hair. “fuck, what— you—” he stutters dumbly, his eyes fluttered shut as his tired, desperate hips begin stuttering their pace into your mouth, his thighs tensing tightly. “fuck..”

you can sense he’s approaching by the tensing, sudden quick pace of his bucks, his other hand flying over to your hair to grab another fistful of it. “can i cum in your mouth, please?” he asks through a shaky breath, the back of your throat already beginning to feel sore as tears start burning at your eyelids. “please, please, please.”

you nod as you start pumping your mouth up at the tip of his warm dick, your other hand going up to press your palm into the other side of the wall. it takes one more swirl of your tongue against his slit before a whiny moan presses against the back of his lips and he lifts his hips up into your mouth, grabbing your hair to keep your mouth in its place. you immediately feel his warm cum travel down the line of your throat and you swallow rather audibly, watching as sweat trickles from your eyebrow.

you lick around his tip for any more remnants of his release before slipping your mouth off completely, your jaw feeling sore from its frivolous exercise. you lick your lips before adjusting your position and crossing your legs over each other, leaning back to prop yourself up on your elbows. heavy breaths tumble from your mouth as you watch heeseung stand there, his head still leaned back against the wall and his eyelids shut, heavy breaths still heaving at his chest. he slowly reaches down to pull his boxers back over his hips, before sliding his back down the wall to sit against the floor. he’s shining with gleams of sweat, his cheeks red and most of his hair matted darkly to his forehead and to his cheeks.

you let a half smile roll up your lips and you begin to crawl over to him, situating yourself between his spread legs. you lift your palms up to his cheeks to swipe his sweaty hair back away from his face, doing the same thing to his forehead. you run your fingers slowly through his damp hair before rubbing off the eyeliner staining his cheeks with your thumbs, where it easily disappears from being mixed with sweat. you cup his cheeks in your palms and pull his lips into kiss you, where he immediately begins kissing back. you can feel the tremble of his thighs against you. “i’m.. i’m.” he breathes against your lips, his hands going to cup the sides of your waist.

“did i make you feel good? did i exceed expectations?” you whisper against his lips, and the sudden hum and frantic nod of his head answers your obvious question.

“so good.” his breath is shaky in your mouth, pulling your body closer into him. “i want- i want more.” you let a quick giggle spill past your lips as you separate from him, keeping your palms against his sticky cheeks.

“i have a feeling you’ll get more.” you whisper to him, standing yourself up on your knees and spreading your legs only slightly. “feel me.” you say, hearing him gulp sharply in his throat. you wrap your fingers around his wrist and guide his hand down passed the bottom of your skirt, where you place his fingers up against your underwear.

a sharp breath hitches in heeseung’s throat as you watch the gleam of his further exposed chest, the edges of his shirt sliding past his nipples. “baby,” he breathes softly with a half smile, a small gasp slipping from your lips when he runs his finger up the line of your clit through your underwear. “why are you so wet?” he whispers to you, that same amused curve ticking up his lip. his eyebrows raise tiredly into his forehead as he watches your lips. “did sucking me off turn you on that much?”

red blossoms to your cheeks. “yes.” you whisper to him, mocking his raised eyebrows. “now let’s go home.. so we can.. handle it…” you tease, before brushing your lips back against his. a small, shy smile raises at his lips before kissing your own a few times. he then separates from you with an exhausted sigh, reaching for his jeans beside him on the floor and stands up to his feet, stepping his legs into the denim.

“let’s go.” he mumbles as you stand up to your feet, adjusting the bottom of your skirt. loud chatter and the melodic beats of the party music still blare outside. “before jay gets any ideas.”

you can already tell heeseung’s body has grown tired by the way the two of you walk into your dimly lit bedroom, lazy steps approaching your bed while chasing each other’s lips. the boy backs you up slowly, his lips taking their time in adorning your own in feverish, wet kisses. his hands are tight around your waist as his tongue lazily grazes over your own, your palm going to slide down the damp expanse of his exposed chest. the boy backs you up into the mattress where you both halt, continuing to melt in each other’s embrace and feel up each other’s body carefully.

his dainty hands roam up under your dress shirt and glide down the length of your spine, his head cocked to the side to mold his lips deeply with your own. the cold metal of his gold hoops brush against the curve of his jawline as the muscle contracts with his mouth’s movements, goosebumps erupting across his skin when you slide your palm down the length of his chest, fingers messing with the remaining buttons of his shirt to undo them. once they’re undone you immediately slide your palms slowly over the exposed curves of his defined waist up under his shirt, hugging the boy closely to your chest.

there’s a thought clouding your mind as he dips you back to let you fall on top of the mattress, his body shortly hovering over you. his lips delay in his tired attempt to chase yours, smearing saliva around your mouth. “you’re not mad at me anymore, right?” you pause to whisper against his lips, palms sliding up the sides of his heaving ribcage.

“no, no i’m not mad.” he whispers back to you with furrowed eyebrows, strands of his brown hair brushing against your cheeks. “not at you, anyway. i just want jay to politely piss off.”

“agreed.” you mumble, another curve lifting at your lips. “he’s not the one who gets to hit me from behind in only my skirt.” heeseung’s lips suddenly fall agape and his eyes widen into big, glossy orbs, the apples of his cheeks softly dusting pink.

“that’s—” his eyebrows raise hesitantly as you thread your fingers through his hair. “that’s what we’re doing… now?” you lift your head up slightly to softly peck his lips.

“yeah. if you want to.” you mumble to him, “take my underwear off first, though.” his flushed face reddens even more as your lips curve softly at his expression, watching as he slowly backs up away from your face to become eye level with your skirt. his eyes glance up at you through the straggling strands of his hair, his jaw clenching under the soft dim light of your bedside lamp.

his fingers then go to hike up either side of your skirt, hooking both of his index fingers under your underwear straps. his breaths slowly grow deeper as he slowly slides your underwear down your thighs, one palm reaching up to flatten the bottom of your skirt against your abdomen, watching as thick, wet rivulets against your clit string down from your damp underwear. the cold air that brushes up against your exposed skin causes goosebumps to erupt against your legs, your thighs uncontrollably tensing. “y/n,” heeseung whispers with a shaky breath, his jaw firmly clenched. you hum in response, your cheeks glowing red.

he lifts a hesitant hand up to your exposed clit, his other hand throwing your underwear to the side. he brushes his two front fingers up against your lips, causing a sharp gasp to escape from your mouth and your knees to curl up softly. he wipes a wet stripe up it’s sensitive line, where wet strings coat his pink fingertips. his eyes gaze at his fingers in dumbfounded shock, a dry swallow dipping at his throat. “why…” his eyebrows furrow tightly as he flickers his eyes back up to you. “why are you dripping wet? you’ve been untouched, right?”

a pang of pressure pulses at your clit at his soft touches, lifting up to prop yourself up on your elbows to peer down at him. “heeseung.” you begin hesitantly. “i had your giant fucking cock in my mouth for like ten minutes. and your sounds were driving me insane. i can’t help it.” a sly curve travels up his lips and reddens his ears, wiping his fingers off on his shirt. he travels back up the length of your body and wedges his knee between your legs, your thighs immediately tensing.

“so….” he croaks, pushing air out between his cheeks. he bats his eyelashes at you and observes your bashful features. “so.. you actually want me to fuck you? i made you wet like that without even touching you? just because you want my dick?”

“yeah, i want your dick.” you breathe against him, your palms going up to cup the sides of his warm neck. “you’re so fucking big, i want you so bad.” heeseung’s eyebrows couldn’t raise any further up his forehead in bewilderment. “you’re acting like you didn’t know this.”

“hm.” heeseung hums with a half smile curving up his lip, his eyes narrowing at you. you immediately regret ever saying that to him, because this man’s head had grown two times two big after your declaration. “no, i did not know this.” he whispers, his tongue rolling against his cheek teasingly. “maybe.. reassure me?”

“shut up.” you whisper to him, pushing him off of you with your foot. you watch as a cheeky, wide smile exposes his pretty teeth and curves his eyelids shut. once the boy is off of you, you immediately strip your shirt off along with your bra, throwing them to the floor somewhere. you adjust yourself on top of the bed until you’re on all fours, dipping your upper half down to rest your elbows against the mattress, chin resting in your palm. you hear heeseung shuffle to strip off his jeans and underwear, and once it takes more than a few seconds, you remember just how tired he might be.

you feel the mattress dip with his weight as he climbs on top of it, an immediate groan rolling from his lips once he’s settled behind you. his careful fingers go to brush them against your raised asscheeks, immediate goosebumps erupting across your skin. “you look so pretty like this.” you hear heeseung whisper behind you, butterflies erupting into the pit of your stomach. his fingers carefully spread your soft asscheeks apart just to simply observe you, a tiny whimper following his statement. “you got your skirt all wet.” he whispers again, thumbs rubbing circles into the sensitive flesh. you hear him giggle softly behind you.

“stop.” you groan, heat flooding to your cheeks. you run your palms over your face as you hear heeseung spit into his hand, before pumping up his dick briefly. you feel his careful hands slowly spread your asscheeks apart, before edging his tip up against your slicked entrance.

“i’ll try to be gentle, okay?” you hear him softly behind you, before pressing his tip further against your hole. your fingers immediately go to clutch the bedsheets, feeling yourself stretch as he slips himself slowly inside you. you wince at the sudden pain, but the immediate feeling of his whole length inside you quickly replaces it. you can’t help but let a soft whine escape past your lips as you hear him hum lowly in his throat.

“fuck.” he whispers, before he slowly drags himself out of you. the sensation of his dick rubbing against your walls makes your back arch and another whine slip out of your mouth, your body jolting forward when he slips his dick back inside you, quicker than the first time. the immediate warmth and slickness of your walls makes heeseung’s body shiver, a soft whimper rolling out of his mouth.

soon, his thrusts quicken their pace, your knuckles white as you hastily grip the bedsheets. the squelching noises of his dick moving inside of you only makes your clit pulse even more, his hands sliding up your skirt to settle themselves tightly against your hips. “y/n,” he pants, his hips bucking into you sharply. “are you - are you crazy about me?”

the question throws you off guard, but you have no time to think when he’s nailing your g-spot with every thrust. “yes,” you blurt, burying your head into the sheets. airy moans spill past your lips as heeseung’s hips smack hastily into your ass, the pleasure slithering up your core.

“and- and- fuck,” heeseung whines, his eyes watching the way your asscheeks engulf his length. he watches the way your skirt flutters up with every thrust, the supple skin of your ass jiggling against his hips. the mere sight makes his eyes roll back into his head, throwing his head back as he lazily quickens the pace of his bucks. “and - and i make you so horny, right?”

your brain is incompetent to the pleasurable beats to your core, your body tingling with intense sensation. with every thrust you’re thrown forward against the mattress, beaded sweat running down the sides of your face as you squish your cheek into the sheets. “yes.” you barely manage out, strands of your hair sticking to your face. “you feel so— fuck— so good, so big, stretching me out.”

heeseung whimpers and his nails dig into the soft skin of your hips, the pace of his thrusts tired and frantic. “you imagine it’s my fingers when you fuck yourself, r-right? don’t you?” a strained whine muffles into the sheets. “i make you so- so wet that you have to leave the room and- and think about me. while - while you get off.”

he was right, that is what you do. but you decide to feed his ego so he can chase his high. “yeah, i—“ you sputter, feeling pressure bunching up in your core. “i touch myself to you- you a lot. imagine - imagine your long, pretty fingers inside me.”

“fuck.” heeseung whines, his muscles aching with every pained thrust. “fuck,” his biceps flex with the tight grip he has on your hips, whimpers pressing the back of his throat at your heat. “i’m gonna - i’m gonna—”

“yeah? and- and what about you?” you slur, panicking as his pace slows down. “you touch yourself to me, right? you think about - about me playing with my boobs, right?”

an immediate groan at the simple thought causes heeseung to quicken his pace again, a breathy moan falling from your mouth as you grip the sheets tighter. “and - and your mouth on my nipples…. them hardening on your - fuck - your tongue.”

heeseung whimpers one last time before he grips your hips rather harshly, keeping them there as he holds his hips up into you. both of you unravel at just about the same time, your brain blissing out as you come down from your high.

once heeseung slowly slips his dick out of you, followed by drips of his white cum, you immediately let your body fall flat onto the mattress with exhaustion. heeseung hums softly in your throat, cooing at his cum that paints your asscheeks and skirt. “y/n.” he grumbles, more out of breath than ever. he flips your skirt up against your lower back and brings his fingers to your reddened asscheeks, spreading them tightly apart to watch his own cum leak from your sore hole. he whines quietly. “i don’t think i’ve.. seen a prettier thing in my life.” he mumbles softly, causing you to whine in annoyance at his touch.

“shut up.”

he lets himself fall on top of the mattress right beside you, his stomach making contact with the cold sheets. both of you soon are engulfed by silence, nothing but your shared heavy breaths making sounds in your dark room.

“heeseung.” you whisper, your cheeks feeling sticky and hot against the mattress. you squish your cheek into the sheets to face the boy, who slowly turns his own face around to copy your action, his eyes meeting yours. you watch his tired eyelids droop briefly, his matted hair sticking to his flushed cheeks. “don’t fall asleep on me, now.” you whisper, reaching a hand up to brush strands of his sweaty hair off of his cheek. he hums, his eyelashes fluttering open for a mere second before parting his lips lazily.

“i’m not.” he mumbles with a small curve of his lips, before his eyelids slowly flutter shut. and by the slow drop of his smile, you’ve concluded the boy was out like a light. your heart was full after everything that happened previously between the two of you, thankful that you’ve coined yourself such a sweet, and wonderful boy. you lean yourself over towards him to press sticky kisses all over his cheeks, your chest blooming with admiration.

there’s no one else i’d rather lose my virginity to, you think to yourself as your lips travel down his neck. and i hope you think the same.

a/n: AAAAH 😆 prt three is finally completed!!! phew. this one was such a bitch to write and it’s so LONG i’m sorry :( but i hope you enjoyed it and i just want to say thank you again for supporting my story and giving it endless amounts of love! i appreciate every like and every reblog and every comment :> it makes me so happy and i’m so glad i get to share my writing with each and every one of you :( i appreciate you all sooo much and i hope you anticipate my works in the near future! ♡ thank you so much for reading. MUAAAH ♡ read parts one and two here! :)

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ever since then, things became tense between the two of you. sure, you guys still participated and were comfortable with the normal couple-y things you were used to, but something felt off. something untouched, something unspoken. maybe it was embarrassment, maybe it was frustration. maybe it was the simple fact that your boyfriend didn’t want to go all the way with you. was it your body? was it not what he envisioned? maybe you were being selfish, but what else are you supposed to make of it?

you swallow thickly in your throat as you continue watching the boys who were now glued back onto their skateboards, riding up and down along the slopes of the concrete ramps. as sunghoon and jake make their way back into your peripheral vision, another thought oozes through the melodic sounds of your 2000’s track. maybe this skirt will get something out of him, your brain taunts, your eyes averting down to pat down your short skirt against your thighs. you’re snapped out of your thoughts when a shadow blocks the sun’s rays from falling onto you, your eyes blinking as you lift your head up.

your eyes meet heeseung’s, the boy standing right in front of you. his sweat soaked chest heaves up and down with tumbling breaths, his face red and flushed. his hair is soaking wet and sweat drips from the lines of his forehead, a small smile curving across his lips. “hello.” he says softly to you, his skateboard hooked horizontally under his arm. you flash him a small smile, his eyes still on you as you begin to climb to your feet.

“hey.” you reply to him, pausing the track playing on your phone before stuffing it into your back pocket. you grab your headphones and slip them off to let them hang around your neck. your palms begin to swipe the dirt from the back of your skirt. “you guys done already?” you ask him with laced eyebrows, watching as his eyes follow the motions of your hands.

“yeah well,” the boy shrugs, taking a deep breath before throwing his head back to peer over at the skate park. “jay had to head home already so,” he looks back over at you, tongue sliding between his chapped lips. “yeah, we’re done. i’m so tired.” he slumps his shoulders before lifting his arm up and threatens to embrace you. you back away quickly and slap his hand away.

“no,” you whine, your nose scrunching up as you eye his sweat soaked gray t-shirt. he scrunches his own nose and snickers at you, watching as a playful frown perches at your lips. “you need to shower. you’re all gross.”

“you don’t love me.” he mumbles airily through an amused half smile and raised eyebrows. your expression distorts into disgust as you watch sunghoon and jake almost body slam into heeseung with their outstretched arms.

“good job, buddy! you made it up the ramp this time!” jake proclaims, patting him hard on the back. sunghoon ruffles up his hair and begins jiggling around the skateboard held against heeseung’s grip.

“they love me.” you watch heeseung mouth to you as they basically engulf the boy in their annoying adoration, your eyes rolling before you slowly make your way over towards the hill that leads down to your apartment.

you wait patiently for your boyfriend to emerge from the steamy cave of his shower, placing yourself onto the soft cushions of your black couch. you had slipped your hair tie from its previous messy ponytail and let the curves of your hair fall over your exposed shoulders. your heart rate is fast against your ribcage for whatever reason, chewing on your bottom lip as your eyes linger on your thighs that press against the material of your short, denim skirt.

the tv was quiet against the thin walls of your tiny apartment, the room only illuminated by the dim lamp settled upon the bookshelf near the front door. your mind is loud against the heart pattering silence, anticipation building up inside of you as you hear the bathroom door begin to creak open. your eyes flick up over towards the boy that walks out of the doorway, ruffling up his hair with his white towel. he’s draped his torso with a large, black sweatshirt that exposes his prominent collarbones and falls just above the bottom of his boxers. your eyes linger down to the soft curves of his thin legs, as he stops in the middle of the living room to finish ruffling his hair.

he pauses his movements and looks up over at you, a heavy breath tumbling from his lips. “hey.” he breathes, his hair a damp, scattered mess over his forehead. you watch the red flush of his cheeks as he begins making his way over towards you to join you on the couch, throwing his towel over the couch arm on his way over. he plops down beside you and rests his back against the couch arm, his body facing you as he outstretches his legs against the length of the couch and settles his feet onto your lap.

you hurriedly push his feet off of you with a teasing whine, glaring over at him as he folds an arm behind his head and leans back against it. an amused smile curves at his lips as he peers down at you. “why do you hate me?” he mumbles, and you watch the gleaming shimmer of his ear studs that peek out behind wet strands of his damp hair.

“i don’t hate you.” you begin lowly, “i just don’t want your feet in my lap.” you mimic heeseung’s position and turn your body completely towards him, hiking up your knees towards your chest. the curve on his lip expands as he raises his eyebrows softly.

“you hate me.” he whispers, and you watch as his eyes swiftly dart down towards the sight of your exposed legs. you take this as an opportunity to change the subject.

“do you like my skirt?” you ask him softly with raised brows, feeling a hint of red creep up to your cheeks. his eyes roam around the expanse of your legs and you can’t help but feel a little self conscious at the painful seconds of silence.

“sure,” he tells you, slipping his arm out from behind his head and let’s his chin fall against his chest. he furrows his dark eyebrows softly and quirks a brow up at you. “what made you want to wear it?” he mumbles, his gaze intent as his eyes flicker between yours. another curve hikes up his lips softly as you wrack through your brain for an appropriate reply.

“i don’t know,” you say softly, eyes averting down towards the surface of the couch cushions. “i just wanted to feel cute.” you shrug, looking back up at him as his jaw clenches. he examines your features with a slight narrow of his eyes before parting his lips, leaning his head back against the couch arm.

“valid answer.” he replies teasingly, reaching over towards the floor to fetch a fallen pillow. he places it onto his lap and raises his eyebrows, a smile still lingering on his lips. “you do look cute.”

“thanks.” you whisper, trying to distract yourself from the heat that blooms against the surface of your cheeks. you can hear your heartbeat in your ears as your temples pulse with an approaching question, one that hesitates to roll off the tip of your tongue and flutters at your ribcage. “heeseung, can you answer something for me?” you ask him hesitantly, your fingernails going to pick at the hem of your skirt. you watch the boy’s adam’s apple bob as he swallows slowly, lifting his head up for a mere second to reply to your aching question.

“ask me.” he grumbles, flicking his head to the side to dishevel the wet hair that flutters in front of his eyes. you were already nervous enough without the piercing gaze through the wet strands of his fringe that punctures through your skull.

you swallow slowly. “i just want to know what happened the other day. why you wanted to stop. if you were uncomfortable, or if i made you uncomfortable, or if you were just not ready for that kind of stuff. whatever it was, i just want you to tell me. it’s good for me to know these things.” your voice is soft against the tense air that surrounds the two of you, watching as the boy begins to nibble on his bottom lip in process of your words.

“y/n,” he says through a soft sigh, the one leg he placed onto the floor beginning to bounce. “you’re completely right. i shouldn’t have left you high and dry without giving you an explanation… i just… you know.. i’ve never.. done it before and i guess i’m just… insecure.” he tells you with a soft frown to his lips and a furrow to his brows. he swallows again and studies you, watching as you reach an arm out over to him and brush your fingers along the soft skin of his calf. his leg stops bouncing and he adjusts the pillow that’s placed against his abdomen.

“hey, i understand.” you tell him softly, your eyes looking at him with comfort. “we don’t ever have to go that far if you don’t want to. i won’t make you do stuff you’re not comfortable with.” your fingers brush up to his knee and you’re confused at his stoic expression, his jaw clenching again.

“aren’t you the sweetest.” he whispers to you, a small smile etching into his features. “my sweet, sweet girlfriend.”

for some reason, his quote makes your heart flip inside the chambers of your ribcage. “stop..” you mumble, your eyes shyly averting down to the pillow that’s still perched into the pit of his lap. your eyebrows then slowly furrow with abrupt confusion, a swirling feeling brewing in the pit of your stomach. “heeseung,” you begin teasingly, eyes flickering back to his face. “are you pregnant?” you ask with a quirked brow.

an abrupt chuckle spills from his lips, his eyebrows furrowing at you. “uh, the last time i checked, no. why are you asking me that?” he kicks you softly with the foot still perched onto the couch, making you lean back just a little.

“because,” you begin with a small curve to your lips, tongue slipping out to moisten them slightly. “why do you have a pillow in your lap?” you watch the curve of heeseung’s lips suddenly dip down, his eyes widening only slightly as he cocks his head at you.

“why are you concerned?” he asks teasingly, a smirk nervously etching across his lips. “is it affecting you in any way?” you narrow your eyes at him and watch as he does it back at you, your hand quickly going to grab the pillow off of him.

he quickly goes to press the pillow harshly against his stomach, your pathetic attempt at a swipe failing you. you let a pout jut out at your lips as you let a huff of air flutter out of your nostrils, throwing a glare into his face. “nice try.” he tells you softly, his smirk still lingering across his lips. “but don’t do that again. or i’ll kill you.”

“heeseung,” you begin, a warm feeling curling inside the pit of your stomach. you swallow quickly. “are you hard right now?” you watch as the boy leans his head back against the couch arm, letting his arms cross over each other against the pillow, flattening it to his abdomen. he lets a long inhale rise at his lungs, before letting it out through his nose softly.

“that is information i wish not to disclose with you.”

an immediate pang pulses against your underwear. “heeseung,” you breathe in almost a plead, adjusting your position to wear you now sit back against your knees. “let me help you.” you watch a line form to his lips as his jaw clenches, his eyes dark below his lowered eyebrows as he gazes at you.

“no.” he replies bluntly, a small swallow in his throat. a frown perches at your lips as you slump your shoulders, watching heeseung’s chest as he steadily breathes.

“is it me…? or is just one of those uncontrollable ones?” you ask him, your eyebrows furrowing with plead. “because if you’re not in the mood right now then i’ll shut up.”

“it’s you.” he tells you softly, his eyebrows furrowing above his eyes. his gaze travels down your face to your chest, where they linger down towards your soft, exposed thighs. “please just tell me you wore that skirt for me? tell me you wore it so i’d want to do pretty things to you.” his voice is soft and you can hear the anxiousness that’s laced in his tone, his eyelids fluttering shut. “or else i’d feel like such a disgusting person.”

“heeseung.” you whine, basically throwing yourself into his lap. you straddle both of his legs as you lift yourself up on your knees, hands going to cup his cheeks into your palms. “please,” you whisper, your heart rate rapid against your chest. his eyelids are squeezed tight as you breathe against his lips. “please, i did wear it for you. i want you to do pretty things to me.”

“i can’t.” you hear him whisper, hearing him swallow loudly into his throat. “i’m- i’m not confident enough.” you watch as his eyebrows furrow tightly over his eyes, your heart falling to the pit of your stomach.

“heeseung.” you let his name roll out of your lips as your thumbs drift across the lines of his chin. “we can do whatever you want if you feel that way. i want you to tell me what to do.” you watch as his eyelids part slightly, his half lidded eyes studying you. “i just want to help you feel good. what do you want me to do? i’ll do anything.”

he parts his lips hesitantly, watching as you sit back onto your knees patiently. “i..” he begins, running a hand up through his hair. he swallows thickly again, his chest heaving up and down. “can you.. finger yourself.. on me?”

“yes.” you immediately breathe, watching as reds bloom onto his cheeks.

“w-wait,” he stutters nervously, his eyes closing briefly. “but-but i want to watch you cum all over your thighs.. and ruin your pretty skirt.. so.. so can you..—” his breath catches in his throat as he lifts a palm to his forehead, licking his lips swiftly. you watch as his cheeks flame an even deeper hue, and you swear your whole body swirls with adrenaline.

“i’ll take my underwear off.” you instantly tell him. “so you can watch. is that okay?” his eyes immediately pop open at your request, a feverish nod bouncing at his head. “are you going to touch yourself, too?”

“yeah,” he sighs, adjusting his position against the couch awkwardly. his eyes peer at you nervously. “if that’s okay with you.”

“of course that’s okay.” you tell him with a short giggle, leaning down briefly to press multiple kisses to his lips. his chin lifts up in eagerness as he starts pecking you back, a smile curving to your lips. “my cute baby...”

you lift yourself up from the boy, rising to your knees as you study him. his chest begins heaving up and down, scooting his back up against the couch arm. he watches your arm as your fingers creep down to slip them under the waistband of your skirt, hiking the sides of your underwear down. once they’ve surpassed the hem of your skirt, you reach your arm under the denim to slip your underwear down your thighs, watching as heeseung’s adams’ apple bobs in his throat with a harsh swallow.

you leave them to settle at the crook of your knees, reaching over for the pillow settled in the boy’s lap and you toss it down to the floor to scoot up more towards him. you can’t help but let your eyes dart down to the surprisingly huge bulge that presses against the soft fabric of his underwear and peeks out just below the bottom of his oversized sweatshirt. his cheeks immediately flush a red hue as he bats his eyelashes up at your face, his hand already creeping down towards the waistband of his boxers.

he pauses as he watches you, as if waiting for you to make the first move. you immediately understand this as his glossy, shy eyes gaze up at you, and you immediately go to unbutton your skirt. you slip your fingers passed it’s waistband and edge them towards your clit, where you slowly rub two fingers against your entrance for stimulation, before pressing a finger inside yourself. his eyes immediately dart down to where your hand presses up against the material of your skirt with the curls of your finger, his hand immediately slipping under his waistband and begins slowly pumping himself.

it takes a good minute before your core writhes with your own pleasure as you curl your finger up against your g-spot, whines immediately spilling from your lips. you haven’t drifted your eyes away from heeseung’s face and you can feel yourself pulse at his expression. his head leans back against the couch arm and his half lidded eyes are steadied on your skirt, his eyebrows knitting together before parting his lips with small whines. he’s pumping his fist faster as he watches you, hair beginning to stick to his forehead with sweat.

“h-heeseung,” you slur as you slip a second finger inside yourself, a soft moan spilling from your lips. your free hand goes to prop itself against the couch arm beside heeseung’s head to steady yourself, your fingers’ thrusts getting faster. “let- let me- ah, tell you what i wanna- wanna do to you..”

the boy relishes in the squelching noises from your fingers before parting his shaky lips to speak. “tell me.” he breathes through a shaky whine, his eyes flickering towards your blissed out face before averting back down towards your skirt, where he can barely make out the outline of your cunt. his fist begins slipping faster up the length of his dick, a whine pressing against the back of his lips. you then place your free hand onto his shoulder, where you lean your head down to his neck.

his rapid breathing is now in your ear, where you feel his hips buck up into his fist. “i’d t-take you in my mouth, let you bruise the back of my- my throat,” you slur as you feel his breath become erratic with your words. you press wet kisses into the line of his neck. “i’d suck you-you so good, i’d let you use my-my mouth like a dumb toy.”

“fuck.” he whimpers, and you can feel his fist pump up desperately under you. he leans his head to the side to let you suck purple marks into his warm neck, feeling his body writhe under you. “fuck…. r-really?”

“yes.” you breathe into his ear, a third finger slipping inside yourself. sweat is blooming against your neck and making your hair stick to your forehead, goosebumps blossoming onto your skin at your own self pleasure. you let your eyelids softly flutter closed.

“c-can i tell… can i tell you?” he sputters out, which makes your eyes pop out of your head. a whine escapes your lips as you press more kisses into his neck, your fingers curling against your g-spot deliciously.

“please.”

“i don’t think.. i don’t think i can..” he whines as the pace of his pumps grow quicker and messier, his chest heaving in and out with his rapid breaths as he bucks his hips up towards you. “i’m sorry.. i—”

“tell me.” you breathe into his ear, biting the edge of his earlobe right under his silver stud.

more whimpers spill from his lips as sweat beads along his brow. he throws his head back against the couch arm and you take it as an opportunity to press kisses down his adam’s apple. “i want to fuck you from -from behind in- in just your skirt,” his adam’s apple vibrates against your lips from his desperate words. “so i can watch- watch your pretty little ass..” his words cut off with a whine from simply imagining his declaration, his bare thighs tensing against the couch cushions.

“heeseung.” you whimper, feeling a pang of pleasure bunch up into your core. you immediately feel pressure against your fingers from picturing his scenario as well, knowing you’ll cum any minute. you’re embarrassed at how quickly you’re approaching. “you- you can’t say that..”

“i can’t, i can’t, i’m gonna—” his breath hitches in his throat as his breaths become more erratic. his free hand flies up to grip the soft skin of your thigh, sliding his palm over the back of it. goosebumps erupt across your skin at the touch as you suck another hickey beside his adam’s apple. you feel his hips buck up rapidly under you. “i can’t.. ah, i’m about to-to..”

the pressure against your core immediately tingles throughout your body the second you begin to cum, immediately pushing back from heeseung to lift yourself up on your knees, your hand going to grip the back of the couch to stabilize yourself. a breathy moan pours from your lips as your exposed thighs shake from the feeling, heeseung watching your cum slowly drip down the soft undersides of your thighs.

“fuck,” he practically cries at the sight, throwing his head back against the couch arm as his hand snaps up towards the head of his dick in desperation. your thighs are shaky as you catch your breath, feeling the boy’s fingertips squeeze your thigh tightly. he cums inside his boxers, slipping his bottom lip between his teeth as a hushed moan spills from between them. the embarrassment quickly leaves your body at the fact he unravels just shortly after you.

he slowly slips his hand from the skin of your thigh, going to place both of his hands over his face. his chest heaves up and down with heavy breaths, feeling your thighs tremble against his own. “heeseung, look.” you breathe, your fist digging into the back of the couch to keep your aching legs up. he lets himself catch a few breathes before slowly peeking out between his fingers, his eyes peering down at you before flickering down towards your thighs, where white cum still drips down your skin and onto his own bare thighs.

another whine slips past his lips as he closes his fingers. “i’m getting hard again.” you hear his muffled voice say, and a tired giggle escapes your lips. your eyes instantly go down to watch the growing bulge of his big dick, concluding immediately that he is right. you lean over to run your fingers through his disheveled, sweaty black hair, slipping it back from his forehead.

“clean it up for me.” you whisper to him teasingly before leaning back onto your thighs, feeling your own heat against the material of your skirt.

“no. you clean it up.” he tells you bluntly behind his hands, your eyes lingering on the slight tremble of his bare thighs. you lean over to runs your palms flat down the expanse of them, feeling him tense underneath you.

“fine.” you pout before straightening back up, leaning back to grab the white towel that heeseung had thrown onto the couch arm from his shower. you quickly use it to rub up your thighs slowly, and up under your skirt. you lift your head slightly to throw a glance at heeseung, who’s peeking at you through a crack in his fingers. “stop, you perv.” you giggle at him, before the throwing the towel at his head.

a small smile curves at his lips as he throws the towel to the floor, watching as you let a tired sigh escape from your lips. you hike your underwear back up your hips and let your back fall against the couch cushions, your muscles relaxing. you outstretch your legs in front of you with heeseung still caged between them, letting your eyelids flutter closed. they immediately pop open again when you feel kisses being pressed up the length of your thighs, goosebumps immediately erupting across your skin.

you look down to gaze over at heeseung who had leaned over you to press kisses up your thighs, red blooming into your cheeks. “get up here.” you whisper to him as you reach down to softly grab a chunk of his hair, a small whine leaving his lips.

“why?” he asks softly as he hovers over you, his face inches from yours. his breath is still heavy and his cheeks are still flushed, strands of his curly, black hair brushing against your forehead. you lift your chin up to press kisses into his bitten lips, where he immediately peppers small ones into your own. your lips softly melt with each other’s before you seize their movements, feeling a minuscule wet sensation against the side of your thigh. “what?” heeseung leans his head back to study your expression. you lift your head up to peer down to the side of him, where your eyes land on the small drip of cum that rolled out onto his thigh from his boxers and dripped against your own.

“baby…” you begin playfully, heeseung throwing his head back to follow your gaze. his head leans down to throw a gaze underneath him when he sees it, immediately straightening up from you to sit back onto his knees.

“stop.” he mumbles with red cheeks, his hands going to fall into his lap and his shoulders slumped as he gazes bashfully at you. you coo at the small pout that juts out at his lip, your hand extending forward to brush your fingers along his still trembling thigh.

“did you like that?” you ask him softly, and his cheeks are still flamed as he slowly nods at you. “good.” you flash him a small smile as he parts his lips hesitantly to speak.

“did you really want to… do what you said?” he asks you softly with raised eyebrows and a slight frown, his hair going to fall into his eyes. “like.. sucking me off and stuff?” the tips of his ears burn a red hue.

“duh. of course i want to do that.” you tell him flatly, watching as his eyebrows raise with satisfaction. “i’d also let you do what you said. you know, when you’re comfortable. why are you asking me that, anyway?” you ask him with a teasing smirk to your tired lips, your sweaty hair blocking parts of your vision.

“no particular reason.” he tells you, slowly leaning forward to hover his body back over you. “just.. curious.”

a/n: woohoo part two is now complete 🥳 i really hope you guys liked it i’d LOVE to hear your feedback!! ♡ also.. a part three perhaps? hmm i dunno just say the words and i’m down ;) thank you so much for reading and thank you for 800+ notes on bend till i break waaah :( i appreciate you all so freakin much ♡ smooooch

the only thing you feel that you’re getting out of sitting here, in an uncomfortable, non cushioned black stool at the wooden surface of sunghoon’s dining room table, was the excessive boredom that was accumulating in the inner core of your brain.

you had turned off your hearing senses, your sight senses, — transfixed into a daze upon a divot in the table — and your ability-to-comprehend senses. your mind was wandering up along the fluffy traces of imaginary clouds, bouncing on them one by one like little sheep as it’s fluffy remnants poofed into the air at each bounce. you had almost forgotten about the warm, slender arm that was thrown over your shoulder, accompanied by a large, dainty hand that had clunky metal rings encasing each of his long fingers. you could feel vibration in your left shoulder blade, the one currently making contact with your boyfriend’s wide chest.

“… yeah, sunghoon.” his airy voice would drift into the cavern of your small ear, sending low vibrations down the length of your spine. “let’s hear your traumatic work story.” you can feel the pads of his fingers begin tapping along the curve of your exposed shoulder, slowly feeling his fingernails began to drift across your skin in tiny circles.

“ah, i-” sunghoon stutters, his head shaking briefly as his disheveled black curls scatter along the expanse of his forehead. he lets out a short, airy chuckle, before the apples of his cheeks bloom a crimson shade. “i- i really shouldn’t. it’s…. really bad.” he adjusts himself upon his stool rather awkwardly, leaning his elbows onto the wooden tabletop.

“i want to hear it.” jake’s voice whines from across the table, his cheeks bulged from the fruit that was wedged between his teeth. “c’mon, sunghoon, don’t be a little pussy. you brought it up.” you watch as sunghoon lets an agitated sigh roll from his pink lips, dragging up the zipper of his large, black jacket.

“fine.” he groans with a roll of his eyes, but by the small curve hiking up the corner of his lips you can tell he’s amused. “so. this happened.. er.. uh.. monday? yeah monday.” he nods with a furrow of his thick brows. “but uh, there’s this kid. standing in the paint aisle. and he’s just standing there, looking up at the paint and what not, so i just go up to him and i’m just like, ‘hey there little buddy, you looking for some paint?’ and then the kid pulls his pants down and starts peeing in the middle of the store.” a wide smile curves at sunghoon’s lips and his eyebrows raise up against his forehead. “i didn’t- i just watched. in horror. what was i supposed to do?”

loud snickering breaks out among the table, you hearing jake’s obnoxious cackle the most. “bruh, you watched him?” jake exclaims firmly, a wide, toothy grin etching into his pointed features. he scoots his stool back from the table and stands to his feet, leaning his body into the table as he peers over at sunghoon. “you didn’t get anyone or say anything to him? you’re a fuckin’ creepo.”

“sunghoon!” heeseung begins through a soft giggle, his eyelids crinkling up with a wide smile. “why didn’t you stop him?” you can’t help but let your lip hike up slightly at the ridiculousness of sunghoon’s story. you watch as the raven haired boy’s cheeks bloom rosace again, another chuckle spilling past his lips.

“i don’t know! i just kind of… left the aisle. let the kid do his thing.” you watch as sunghoon awkwardly reaches his arm up to scratch the back of his neck, his round eyes flickering among the faces littering the table. you can feel heeseung’s chest slowly inflate, and then the air being held in his lungs. your heart rate begins to escalate at this, because you know, you always know, when heeseung was in thought of his next verbal attack towards you.

you feel a light squeeze of your shoulder, mentally preparing yourself for the words that were about to roll from heeseung’s parted lips. “did you know, sunghoon, that your story reminds me of what y/n likes to do so eagerly for me?” a mental groan spins along the track inside your brain as you can do nothing but watch sunghoon’s disgusted expression, before your eyes flicker over to jake who had paused his fork’s route to his lips.

“she likes to pee in the floor?” he asks with furrowed brows before slipping a strawberry into his mouth. sunghoon snorts, and so does riki, the boy who was silently playing his nintendo in the corner. you let a teasing sigh roll from your lips, hearing heeseung’s devilish little snicker in your ear as he pulls you into his chest, littering your temple with small kisses.

“no, jake.” you reply bluntly, threading your eyebrows together. you place your arms on top of the table’s surface, watching your boyfriend as he parts from you, standing to his feet to walk over into the kitchen with his cup for a refill. “he meant i like to pull my pants down.” you mumble, your eyes still boring into the back of heeseung’s dumb cute little head.

“oh, ew. tmi. too much info.”

“don’t listen to him.” you yawn innocently, waiting until heeseung turned back around so you can stretch your arms over your head and let your boobs squeeze together. you liked teasing him when he makes his stupid little comments. before you say the words edging at the tip of your tongue, heeseung turns around with a cup to his lips on cue, your arms immediately reaching up over your head to mimic a stretch. “we are, in fact, both virgins.” you simply say, watching as heeseung’s eyes dart down to the line of your chest. mission successful.

you made sure to arch your back slightly, making sure your nipples pushed against the fabric of your thin, blue sweater. jake and sunghoon’s faces distort into disgust. “that’s also nasty. i didn’t need to know that.” jake replies, and you only shrug softly. you let your arms fall back to your sides, making sure your chest bounced slightly as you did so. with his eyes still glued to you, why not amuse yourself a little more?

“i mean, hey,” you begin, your eyebrows raising as you lean your arms back into the table. “i always tell him i’d show him my boobs if he’d let me, but.. you know, breasts are scary to little virgin boys.”

your chest blooms with satisfaction at the laughs you get as a reply, your eyes lingering on heeseung’s paused figure. behind the bottom of his raised solo cup, he’s squinting his eyes narrowly at you, the tips of his ears and the expanse of his cheeks flushing with bright red shades.

as he slowly makes his way back to the table, a teasing tongue to the inside of his cheek, jake reaches over to slap his arm as he passes his side of the table. “aye, you hear that, buddy? are you really scared of boobs?” sunghoon and jake share an obnoxious snicker, you slouching your back upon your stool as you await for the boy to plop back beside you, a little amused smirk curved to your thick lips.

you try to distract yourself from the fact heeseung looks absolutely to die for. your eyes are trailing his lanky figure, all the way up to his sloppily parted, layered black hair that sticks up in places and feathers around his large silver hoops hanging in his ears. your gaze drags down, to the low cut, black long sleeved tee that drapes against his body so perfectly, almost too perfectly, drool threatening to drip from your chin. your eyes drop to the tight denim jeans that hug his curved, slender legs, before his figure looms too closely for you to examine as he plops back down into his stool.

you await for some sort of reaction from him, a whisper in your ear cursing you out, a light smack to your thigh, a tickle to your side. any of his usual unamused reactions to your devilish pining. but painful seconds tick past without even a word from your boyfriend, who, in fact, was leaning into the table, his arms crossed on top of it, body completely aimed away from you. you let your lip jut out into a soft pout as a sigh softly rolls from your lips, the rest of the table getting lost into their own unappealing chatter.

you lightly poke heeseung’s side with your finger, disappointment blooming inside your system when he simply ignores you. you let a huff of air out from your nose before your eyes observe the table, making sure everyone was distracted in their own conversation before leaning up towards heeseung’s ear. “heeseung..” you lightly whisper, scooting your stool up closer to the table. you lay your arm around his back and lean your cheek onto his shoulder, hearing him hum softly as a reply. “are you mad at me?” you whisper to him, and the light shuffle of his body causes you to straighten up away from him.

you watch speechlessly as the boy stands to his feet, his mouth slowly falling agape into a loud yawn, his arms going to stretch up briefly over his head. “okay, guys.” he begins, reaching a fist up to his face to rub at his eye. “i think me and y/n are gonna bounce.”

“um,” jake begins, scrunching up his nose as he leans his body back over the table to grab a strawberry from its porcelain bowl. “no one wanted to know that.”

heeseung groans audibly in his throat, running a teasing hand down the length of his face. “not-not like,” he begins, with a shake of his head and a light chuckle to his words. “just— nevermind. we’ll see you guys later?”

jake abruptly scoots from his stool, his jaw clenching slowly with his thorough chews. “is y/n leaving?” he asks with a furrow of his brow before you stand to your feet.

“i guess so.” you tell him softly, saying your goodbyes to your cluster of friends. heeseung stands by the doorway waiting for you to pass him first, so he can snake an arm around your waist and press long kisses to the curve of your neck. goosebumps erupt abruptly against the expanse of your skin at his action, feeling his breath at your ear as the both of you emerge quietly down sunghoon’s apartment hallway.

“i’m not mad at you.” he tells you softly, before pressing a kiss to your ear. “i know i’m the one who started it. like i always do.” you snake your own arm under the one he has draped across your back, your hand going to rest on his hip.

“okay, good.” you tell him, before both of you endure a peacefully silent car ride back to the comfort of your shared apartment. peaceful, this is true, but did i mention filled to the brim with unspoken sexual tension? no, i don’t think i did. you and heeseung have never, and i mean never ever exchanged any sort of sexual contact or words in the whole five months you’ve been dating. sure, it’s not surprising coming from an intensely hopeless romantic like heeseung who had never committed a sexual act in his life, — with another person, i should add — because he’s just so much more infatuated with the pure idea of love. it was sweet, of course you thought this, and admired this most about him. but, going five months without any sort of sexual contact at all was starting to become draining for you. sure, you practically bled sex appeal, and much like heeseung, (but a lot more surprising for you), you’ve never had sex with another person in your life.

sure, of course you were embarrassed. anyone could take one good look at you and think, wow, she’s definitely been laid. but no, sadly, she has not. it’s not like you didn’t want to, of course you wanted to, you just always ended up avoiding having sex in the heat of the moment. you always get scared, frightened, insecure of your pure body in the dim serene shadows of night. so, therefore never being touched by another human being. it sucked, you wish you didn’t feel this way, especially around heeseung who makes you feel so good about yourself. it’ll come with time, you always would think, back when you started dating the boy. it’ll come with time… you think now, even after five months. still hopelessly waiting… and waiting…. and waiting…

you plop yourself at the end of your mattress, a longing sigh spilling from between your lips. you tuck your hands under your thighs and swing your legs back and forth aimlessly, peering up at the boy walking passed the doorway through your dark fringe. there’s a question you want to ask him that’s just desperately waiting to drip from your tongue like the last, wavering drop of a turned-off faucet. you watch him, a sigh escaping his lips as he shuts your door, leaning over towards your beside table to click on the dim lamp by your dresser. you watch his tired face as he runs his hand smoothly through the locks of his hair, pushing the strands back away from his forehead. he plops down onto the bed beside you, lying down on his back as his feet lay next to your sitting body.

and then suddenly, silence. it’s weird, a little too weird, especially when this kind of silence has never dawned over the two of you before. it’s almost as if the both of you are clamping down your tongues in hopes of the other breaking the tense silence with whatever is prickling at their minds. you swallow slowly in your throat, your heart rate beginning to escalate against your chest. you adjust the bottom of your blue sweater before finally deciding to part your lips to speak. “am i not sexually attractive to—”

“there’s something i need to confess.” heeseung’s soft, worried voice overrides your own and you quickly press your lips shut. you throw your head over your shoulder to peer over at him. he’s propping himself up on his elbows, his eyes studying your own through the straggling hairs of his dark tangles. you watch as his chest heaves up and down rather quickly, the prominent adam’s apple in his throat bobbing as he takes a thick swallow.

“what is it?” you ask in almost a whisper, your eyebrows going to slowly knit together. you swivel around in your spot to face the boy, hiking your knees up to your chest to hug them close.

you watch him as he throws his palm to his face, a low groan erupting from his throat. “okay,” he begins, taking a deep breath. “okay. um..” his voice is shaky and you can see his cheeks flush, his cheeks filling with air before he blows it out between parted lips and let’s his eyelids flutter shut. “i- i think. i think i’m ready to say it.. i mean, we’re comfortable with each other, right? and- and the guilt has riddled up inside me for too long i just.. i need to- get it out.”

you bat your eyelashes at him, your whole body feeling like you’re going to faint. “say it, baby… i won’t judge you..”

“promise?” he whispers, his eyebrows wilting above his big, round eyes. you nod feverishly at him, scooting your body closer to his own. “okay.” he shakily whispers before licking his lips. “sometimes.. sometimes i- when.. okay so, you know, i’ve- i’ve only ever seen your chest from the way it looks um.. in your shirts and… and your shirts are always just so tight, and your nipples always look so hard, because you don’t wear bras and- and. sometimes i like to- i… jerk off to it.” the second the last words roll off his tongue he immediately reaches over for one your silk pillows, throwing it onto his face as he lies back and pushes it down with his hands.

an immediate red color flushed to the expanse of your face, a cold sweat beading along your brow. you feel a sudden flutter in your chest, and even an unexpected one downstairs. “heeseung..” you whisper, your voice unable to go above one. you hear the boy whine under his pillow, his knuckles turning white from how hard he’s grabbing at the pillow case.

“no..” he groans, “no. i don’t wanna hear it. i’m so embarrassed, i’m so sorry.. i feel like such.. i feel like such a loser.”

“is that why you got all pouty at me at sunghoon’s house? i made you flustered?” you’re whispering to him, your brain like mush as the words just fly off of your tongue.

“shut up.” his muffled voice exclaims from behind the pillow, and you can’t help but let a small giggle out in admiration of his shyness. you lean over to pry the pillow out of his hands, revealing his pouting, red face and knitted eyebrows.

you mentally coo at his expression, his hair beginning to cling to his forehead with emerging sweat. you lean over to briefly kiss his lips, before swiping the matted hair away from his forehead. “i think you’re so cute.” you whisper to the boy, who’s still glaring up at you with glossy eyes. you throw a leg over his thigh to straddle him, watching as he quickly goes to prop himself up on his elbows again to stare at you with widened eyes.

“what’re you…”

his voice trails off as his giant eyes are frozen on your figure, his gaze watching your every move as you slowly grip the bottom of your shirt to peel it off over your head. the soft curves of your chest bounce out from the restraints of your shirt and heeseung watches them rather intently, the color draining from his face. you watch as his eyebrows quickly knit together as if he were in pain, throwing his head back. “fuck,” you hear him whine, quickly looking back at you. his chin is tilted down as he studies your figure, his desperate eyes flickering from your chest to your face, chest to your face. “please.” he’s whining, adjusting his weight under you. that’s when you feel it right under your rear end, a slowly growing bump.

he quickly lifts himself up, pushing you softly onto your back against the mattress. he soon goes to hover over you, his arms caging your head between them. “please, can i..” his voice is a cracked whine as he gazes down at you, his eyebrows in an impatient furrow. you’re not sure what exactly he’s wanting to do, but you thread your fingers through his hair and give him a quick nod.

he immediately lowers his head down towards your chest to start peppering kisses around the expanse of your breast, goosebumps immediately erupting across your skin. “you’re beautiful.” he’s whispering between kisses, his arms flexing from holding his weight up. he places a kiss on your nipple that makes you gasp. “so gorgeous, you’re so so pretty.” your mind is mush from all of his whispered praises, your fingers threading down his scalp.

his tongue goes to swipe at your hardened nipple, which makes your back arch and a tiny whine escape from your lips. you didn’t realize you’d had pulled on heeseung’s hair, when he looks up at with a bewildered curve up his lips. “you liked that?” he whispers, his eyebrows raising up into his forehead.

“yeah,” you tell him out of breath, your vision going blurry at the absolute happiness that is painting the boy’s sly features. his eyes are still glued on you, as he slowly lowers his head down and opens his mouth above your nipple, his tongue pushing out saliva that slowly spills past his lips and dribbles down his chin. you can feel the cold metal of his large hoops brush against your exposed skin. once his salvia string finally hits your nipple, another small whine escapes past your lips.

the sight you see in front of you is one you want to tattoo on your body forever. his big droopy earrings stretching out of his earlobes and his hot, wet, red cheeks. his face is slick with sweat, his hair sticking up all over the place and even sticking to his forehead and dangling in his eyes. he’s got a pretty smirk painting his parted lips, his tongue slowly sliding out to dribble more saliva off the end of it. the collar of his shirt hangs low off of him, and you can see the curves of his collarbones and the expanse of his chest.

another whine elicits from your mouth when his saliva hits your nipple again, your fingers tugging his hair rather harshly. you hear a light moan at your action, a pang throbbing at your chest. “you like this so much.” you hear his graveled voice mumble to you, slurred with rapid breaths. his tongue then goes down to smear his saliva around the expanse of your breast, and you swear, you could unravel right there. you’ve never ever experienced anything like this, and you’re embarrassed about how easily it affects you.

“heeseung,” you breathe, as he licks a stripe up your other breast. “how— ah, how do you know- know what you’re doing?” you wrap your legs up around his lower back, your fingernails slowly dragging down his nape.

“i watch a lot of.. stuff.” he replies rather bluntly, one of his hands going to slide under the weight of your hip. a small gasp rolls from your lips at his action, and panic soon blooms inside you.

“i won’t, i won’t.” you hear heeseung nervously chuckle, slipping his hand from your hip. “another time.” you watch as he lifts himself up briefly to shake his head back and forth quickly, disheveling his sweat matted hair.

“kiss me.” you blurt out of breath, tugging on the curly strands of his hair. “please, kiss me.” heeseung immediately leans his head up towards your face and quickly connects your lips, his mouth still sticky with his own saliva. drool and spit splutter down the length of your chin as heeseung quickly moves his mouth against yours, feeling his saliva drip onto your collarbone. he’s now moved to cage your thighs between his legs, the bottom of his shirt riding up his sweaty back to reveal the waistband of his boxers that peek out from under his jeans.

elicited from the whines everytime you pull on his hair, your knee goes to hike up absentmindedly, making sure it brushes lightly against his crotch. you feel as heeseung tenses his body, his motions stopped against your lips. “why did you do that?” you hear him whine, his breaths becoming more rapid as he leans his head back to study your flushed face.

an amused curve slowly hikes up the side of your lip. you run your hands down his face and down his neck, where your thumbs brush against his adam’s apple. you stroke your thumbs along the line of his collarbones before parting your lips menacingly. “you wanna know what i wanna see without clothing? your dick.”