MORNING.ᐟ
MORNING.ᐟ
pairingᝰ.ᐟ nishimura riki x reader
genreᝰ.ᐟ smut
warningsᝰ.ᐟ somnophilia, unprotected sex, overstimulation, fingering, oral (f), etc.
natty's notesᝰ.ᐟ request, mdni, hate comments will be deleted.
the morning stretches out lazily around you, golden light slipping through the curtains in gentle slivers, casting soft shadows across the room. outside, the world is quiet—only the faint chirping of birds and the occasional rustle of wind threading through the trees. it’s peaceful, calm, the kind of morning that wraps itself around your limbs like warm silk. but inside, beneath the covers, the mood is anything but tranquil.
riki lies beside you, body tense, breath uneven. he’s been tossing and turning for what feels like hours, his sleep fractured by the ache pulsing between his legs and the impossible heat of your body so close to his. every time he shifts, every brush of the sheets, every accidental graze of his skin against yours—it only makes it worse. his cock is hard, throbbing beneath the thin fabric of his boxers, the pressure almost unbearable now as it presses against the curve of your back.
you’re still sleeping, soft and unaware, your breath slow and even. your body’s curved in toward him just slightly, warm and inviting beneath the blanket, and it’s driving him insane. his mind won’t stop racing—images of you from the night before, the way your lips had looked when you pouted, the way your shorts had ridden up your thighs, the sound of your laughter echoing in his ears. now, with nothing but a few inches of space between you and the weight of morning silence, those thoughts spiral deeper, darker, more desperate.
his hand moves without fully thinking—slow, cautious, trembling. it finds your waist first, fingers brushing lightly against your bare skin. he freezes for a moment, just listening to your breathing, waiting to see if you stir. but you don’t. so he lets his hand drift lower, tracing the soft curve of your belly, the warmth there making his throat go dry. his thumb strokes back and forth gently, almost soothing, but his mind is anything but calm.
his hips shift closer, and you feel it then—the hard press of him against your lower back, thick and unrelenting, even through the barrier of clothes. he sucks in a quiet breath, biting down on his lip as he fights the urge to rut against you, to let the friction offer him even the smallest bit of relief. he doesn’t mean to wake you, doesn’t mean to take advantage of the moment. he just wants to feel you, wants to pretend for just a second longer that you’re his—that he can have this, have you, without consequence.
he knows he shouldn’t. not without you awake. not without you looking at him with those sleepy, soft eyes and whispering his name the way that drives him fucking crazy. but the temptation is unbearable, gnawing at him from the inside out. he wants to test it—to see just how much he can get away with before you stir, before the dreamlike quiet of the morning shatters into something heavier. something messier.
he’s desperate to feel you. to feel the way your walls flutter and clench around him, warm and wet and so fucking perfect. the thought alone makes his hips twitch forward instinctively, grinding the length of his cock against the curve of your lower back in a slow, pathetic thrust that drags a needy whine from his lips. he bites down hard on his tongue, trying to keep quiet, but the friction barely helps—it only makes him crave more. need more.
his hands tremble slightly as they slide down your sides, slow and careful, brushing over your skin like he’s trying not to wake you. when his fingers hook into the waistband of your shorts, he hesitates for just a second, eyes flicking to your face. still soft. still sleeping. so he tugs—gently at first, then more confidently—until the thin fabric slips down your thighs, pooling at the edge of the bed, forgotten. he adjusts one of your legs, just enough to part them slightly, enough for him to fit between.
he works his own sweats down with practiced ease, dragging them past his hips and kicking them off without a sound. his cock springs free, flushed red and dripping, the cool air of the room making him hiss quietly. one hand wraps around the base, fingers squeezing just enough to make his stomach flutter. the other reaches for you, settling on the curve of your ass, kneading the soft flesh there like he’s starving for it. you’re so warm, so pliant, your body molded perfectly into his as he scoots closer, chest pressing firmly to your back, pelvis nudging into you.
your ass is pushed up now, a beautiful arch formed in your sleep, and he takes it as an invitation he can’t resist. his hips shift forward, his cock nestled right between your folds, the thick head gliding along your slit, smearing his precum into the slick already gathered there. he groans, quiet and strained, the sound muffled as he buries his face in your shoulder. it’s too much. it’s not enough.
then—he pushes in.
slowly. painfully slowly. the tip of his cock parts you, stretching your entrance as your walls begin to welcome him in, warm and wet and perfect. his breath catches, and his eyes clamp shut, brows furrowed as he sinks in deeper, inch by inch. your walls hug him so tightly it almost hurts, and his mouth falls open in a silent moan, his teeth catching his bottom lip as he fights to stay quiet. it’s like your body knows him—even in sleep. like it wants him.
he chokes back a louder sound when he bottoms out, hips pressed flush against your ass, cock fully buried in your warmth. he stays still for a moment, trembling with restraint, the pleasure so sharp it nearly brings tears to his eyes.
“fuck,” he breathes, barely a whisper. “you feel… s-so good…”
his hips move forward in a slow, deliberate thrust, every inch of him dragging against your slick, warm walls as he sinks back in with a quiet gasp. he’s trying—trying so hard to take it slow, to feel every tight pulse of your cunt wrapped around him like it was made to keep him there. the pace is lazy, drawn-out, but it’s laced with desperation, with the kind of need that makes his muscles tremble as he grinds deeper into your body. your skin is soft under him, your warmth pulling him in further with each slow, aching roll of his hips.
you stir beneath him, the smallest shift of your body, a soft sigh that escapes your lips—but he doesn’t stop. he doesn’t even flinch. he’s too far gone, too wrapped up in the way your pussy clenches around him so perfectly, like it knows exactly who he is and what he wants. his head falls forward, breath shaky against the back of your neck as he presses his hips in again, groaning low as your warmth swallows him whole.
his hands slide up beneath your shirt, palms gliding across your stomach, trailing higher until they find your bare breasts. his breath stutters the second he realizes you’re not wearing a bra—just bare skin, warm and soft in his hands, like you knew this would happen. like you wanted it. he groans against your ear, the sound deep and raw, vibrating against your skin.
“fuckkk…” he breathes, fingers curling around the swell of your chest, thumbs brushing over your nipples as his cock drags deep inside you again. your walls flutter around him at the same time, and it pulls another moan from his lips, louder this time, more unrestrained. your body feels too good, too tight, too perfect for him to stop now.
“ri…ki…” your voice is soft, barely above a whisper, cracked and sleepy as you shift slightly beneath him. your body arches into his touch, back curving as your eyes slowly blink open, adjusting to the morning light. a tiny whine leaves your throat, breathy and high, and your thighs twitch slightly as the sensation finally registers—he’s inside you. already moving. already moaning for you.
he lifts his head, hair sticking to his forehead with sweat, pupils blown wide as he looks down at you with a mix of guilt and lust so thick it nearly chokes him.
“oh fuck, princess…” he groans, louder now, voice breaking at the edges as your gaze meets his, still hazy and dazed but not fighting him. not stopping him. the way your lips part with another breathy whimper—your hips shifting ever so slightly against his—makes something in him snap.
you feel it—every lazy, deliberate push of his cock inside you. the stretch is slow, deep, almost unbearable in the way it drags against your walls, thick and long and so much that it steals the breath straight from your lungs. he moves with a kind of unhurried hunger, like he’s savoring every second he’s buried in you, like he’s memorizing the way your body reacts with each twitch of his length. and you do—feel every twitch, every pulse, every tremble. it makes your mouth fall open in a soft, broken moan, your body arching instinctively, overwhelmed by how full you are first thing in the morning.
your hands slide up beside your head, fingers curling tight into the pillow as your thighs tremble beneath him. there’s no time to fully process the shock of waking up like this—not when his cock is already thrusting inside you so slowly, so sweetly, and his breath is hot against your ear, murmuring your name in that low, needy voice that makes you clench around him without meaning to. the intrusion of him, the way he fits too perfectly, like your pussy was made to take every inch of him—it’s too much. and yet not enough.
he groans sharply, voice thick with restraint, his rhythm faltering for half a second as your walls squeeze down around him again. “fuck… i’m gonna cum if you keep doing that, baby…” he pants, his voice cracked and breathless, like he’s seconds away from losing all control. his head drops to your shoulder, lips brushing against your skin as his body trembles above yours. his eyes roll back, lashes fluttering as the tight heat of your pussy milks him, and he can barely keep himself grounded.
you don’t stop.
you can’t.
the way he feels inside you—the way his cock presses so deep, twitching uncontrollably with every thrust—it has you dizzy, whimpering into the pillow as your body pushes back into his without thinking. and he feels it. the way you’re not holding back. the way you want it just as badly. his hands grope blindly until they find your breasts again, palms warm and shaking as he squeezes them tight, fingers rolling over your sensitive nipples like he needs something to hold onto before he falls apart.
his moans grow louder, raw and wrecked and deliciously desperate. “shit—oh my god…” he chokes out, hips stuttering as his balls tighten, heavy and aching with the pressure building inside him. he’s so close, you can feel it—the way his body tenses, the way his breath catches with every roll of his hips. and it only makes you clench around him harder, wanting him to lose it. needing him to.
“fuck—yes, riki…” your voice comes out breathy and cracked, your head thrown back against the pillow as your thighs tremble beneath him. you can feel yourself unraveling, pulled taut around him, every nerve alight with how deep he is. he’s pressed up against you completely, his chest slick with sweat against your back, his cock buried to the hilt, so far inside that every thrust has him dragging right over your sweet spot—over and over again, so precise, so perfect it has you gasping.
his pace doesn’t falter. if anything, it gets rougher, more determined, like he needs to hit that spot until you break. his hips snap forward, driving into you again, and again, and again—and every time he does, your body jerks with it, helpless and eager. your fingers tighten around the sheets, back arching when the head of his cock grinds against that sensitive bundle inside you, making your vision blur.
you hear him groan, close to your ear, low and trembling, and it sends another wave of heat crashing through you. “oh fuck… i’m close… fuck, ‘m close, baby…” he whines, his voice strained, wrecked, soaked in desperation. his arm stays locked around your waist, holding you tight against him, while his other hand snakes down your body, urgent and shaky, fingertips sliding right between your legs.
and then he finds it—your clit.
you cry out when his fingers brush over it, soft at first, then firmer as he starts to circle it with slow, deliberate pressure. your walls flutter violently around his cock, your body reacting instantly to the extra stimulation. he moans with you, voice cracked and high, lost in the feel of you squeezing him tighter than ever before.
“fuck, fuck… fuck! ‘m cumming, baby—oh my god, fuck—” his voice breaks into a groan, then a whine, one hand clutching your breast, the other still working your clit as he falls apart.
you feel it before you hear it—his cock twitching hard inside you, pulsing with thick, hot spurts of cum that spill deep into your pussy, coating your walls as his hips stutter helplessly. he doesn’t stop thrusting, not right away. not even as he cums. his body moves on instinct, chasing the aftershocks, wanting to stay buried in your warmth as long as he can. you hear the slick sound of him still moving inside you, still throbbing, still moaning through it.
his breath is ragged against your neck, panting harshly as he comes down from it, his fingers softening but never leaving your clit. his cock twitches one last time, a broken groan falling from his lips, and then he collapses against you, body shuddering, flushed and drenched and completely spent.
but riki doesn’t stop. not even as his chest heaves and sweat drips down his spine, not even as his cock twitches one last time from the intensity of his orgasm. the need for you is still thrumming through his veins like a drug—hot, addictive, insatiable. he pulls out slowly, groaning low in his throat as your walls cling to him, fluttering around nothing, the slick sound of your bodies parting making his breath hitch. he hisses through his teeth at the sight—your pussy clenching from the emptiness, still pulsing, still hungry for more.
you barely register the loss before he’s moving again, quick and desperate, hands firm as he grabs your legs and spreads them apart, settling between them like he belongs there. and he does. his mouth is on you instantly, no hesitation, no teasing—just tongue and lips and hot breath as he dives in, devouring your soaked cunt with unrelenting hunger. he groans the moment he tastes you, loud and guttural, the sound vibrating right against your clit. his tongue flicks over it again and again, then presses flat and slow, dragging upward to collect the mess dripping out of you. a mix of your arousal and his cum coats your folds, and he drinks it down like it’s the sweetest thing he’s ever had.
his hands grip your thighs tighter as he sucks hard, his mouth working your clit in slow circles before his tongue darts down again, fucking into you just to taste more. the wet sounds echo between your legs, obscene and slick and so good it has your head thrown back, your fingers clawing at the sheets. you’re trembling, legs already shaking, overstimulated and still climbing higher.
he pulls away with a soft pop, breathless and flushed, his lips and chin glistening with your slick. his eyes are wild, blown wide and glossy, but they don’t leave the mess between your legs. his cum is still dripping out of you, thick and warm and pooling at your entrance, and the sight alone makes him moan again.
“fuck, look at you, baby…” he breathes, voice wrecked, as he reaches down and slips two fingers into you without warning.
you gasp, your back arching off the bed as his fingers slide in easily, the intrusion messy and loud. his cum spills out around his knuckles, dripping over his hand as he thrusts deep, curling his fingers immediately to find that sweet spot again. and when he does—fuck, it’s over. your thighs jerk, your stomach tightens, and a moan tears from your throat, high and broken.
“riki—fuck, riki, i’m gonna cum—” your voice breaks into a loud, desperate cry as your body coils tighter and tighter, your walls clenching around his fingers like you’re trying to pull them deeper.
he growls, low and full of heat, his fingers moving faster now—relentless, pounding into that spot over and over again until you’re seeing stars behind your eyelids, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes. the wet sounds only grow louder, slick dripping down to the sheets as your body starts to tremble violently.
“that’s it, baby,” he pants, watching your face twist in pleasure. “cum for me. fuck, let me feel you—come on, just give it to me.”
your body’s burning—everywhere—with the kind of pleasure that comes in waves, crashing over you again and again without giving you a chance to breathe. riki’s fingers are merciless, fucking into you with speed and precision that has your legs trembling uncontrollably on either side of his head. the pressure is building fast, dangerously fast, coiling low in your stomach, a tight, unbearable ache that has you gasping for air, your moans spilling out freely now, loud and high and wrecked.
he never lets up. not for a second. his fingers curl again, and this time, he stays pressed there, dragging over your sweet spot with every thrust. his mouth latches back onto your clit, sucking hard—filthy, wet sounds echoing in the room, your slick dripping down his wrist and coating his chin. he moans into you again and again, desperate and unashamed, like the taste of you is making him drunk.
“riki—fuck, oh my god—don’t stop, i—i’m gonna—” you can’t finish the sentence. your whole body locks up, your legs snap shut around his head, and your hips jerk forward without warning as the orgasm hits you like a train.
your vision whites out.
you scream his name, voice breaking into a sob as your walls clench down hard around his fingers. your back arches off the bed as the pressure explodes, and a gush of slick shoots out of you, soaking riki’s hand, his mouth, the sheets beneath you. the pleasure is so sharp it’s almost painful, your thighs twitching violently as you squirt all over him, completely helpless to stop it.
and riki fucking moans.
loud.
needy.
his tongue doesn’t stop—if anything, he’s messier now, chasing every drop with frantic licks, letting it spill down his chin and moaning against your clit like he’s been starving for this moment. his eyes are fluttered shut, face buried between your thighs as he grinds into the mattress, rutting into the sheets like he can’t take it anymore.
“fuck, baby—holy shit—you’re so wet, fuck, you taste so good,” he whimpers, his voice completely fucked out, high and breathless. his fingers keep moving, just a little slower now, easing you through the high while his lips press wet, open-mouthed kisses along your trembling inner thighs.
your body is limp, twitching, legs spread wide and shaking as he finally slows down. you're still dripping, thighs slick with cum and spit and everything in between, your cunt fluttering from the aftershocks, clenching down around nothing now that he’s pulled his fingers out with a slick pop.
he doesn’t move far. just rests his cheek against your thigh, breathing hard, lips still parted like he’s dazed.
“you squirted so much for me,” he murmurs, almost in awe, fingers idly rubbing the slick between your folds. “fuck, you’re unreal…”
his eyes flick up to yours, and the look on his face—flushed, wrecked, completely pussy drunk—is enough to steal your breath all over again.
and when he leans in again, tongue flicking out to lap up the mess between your thighs, you know he’s nowhere near done.
you’re still gasping, your lungs aching for air as they try to keep up with the rapid, uneven rise and fall of your chest. your limbs are trembling, boneless, completely limp beneath the weight of your own release. your fingers twitch uselessly against the damp sheets, the fabric twisted and soaked beneath you. your whole body feels like it’s buzzing, like your nerves are short-circuiting—caught somewhere between exhaustion and the lingering high of your orgasm.
your thighs are still spread, sticky and weak, barely able to hold themselves up as they tremble with the aftershocks. you feel them ripple through you—those deep, involuntary pulses of your pussy still fluttering around nothing. your clit throbs violently, so sensitive that even the ghost of cool air brushing over it makes your whole body flinch. every inch of you is soaked—your inner thighs, the base of your spine, the space beneath your ass—slick with your cum, his spit, the remnants of everything he’s already pulled out of you. and yet, somehow, you know it’s not over.
because riki doesn’t move far.
he stays between your legs for a moment, face just inches from your overstimulated pussy, lips parted, breath ragged. his chin is glistening, his mouth shiny, and the look on his face is something between awe and obsession. he looks dazed. fucked out. starved. the sounds leaving his throat are low, nearly silent—tiny, shaky whines that sound like he’s barely holding himself together. and then he moves.
he crawls up your body slowly, like he’s climbing out of a dream, kissing every inch of skin he can reach along the way. his lips find your inner thigh first, then your hipbone, then the soft swell of your stomach, leaving wet, open-mouthed kisses on the places you’re still twitching. he mouths at your skin like he’s trying to stay grounded, like if he stops touching you, he’ll forget how to breathe. his hands roam again, slower now, sliding up your waist and beneath your shirt, fingers splayed as they glide over your ribs before cupping your breasts again like he needs them. he groans when he feels how sensitive they still are, thumbs brushing over your swollen nipples until you arch into him with a shaky gasp.
his face finally reaches yours, and he pauses—hovering over you, flushed and panting, his bangs sticking to his damp forehead. his cheeks are dusted a deep, lust-drunk pink, his lips puffy and wet. he looks at you like you’re unreal, like he can’t believe he gets to have this, have you. his eyes flick down to your lips, then back up, and the kiss he gives you is slow and deep and messy—tongue sliding against yours with the same desperation he just had between your legs.
you moan into his mouth, still dazed, still trembling, the taste of yourself on his tongue only making your stomach flip. your body jerks when his cock brushes your folds again—hot and heavy, pressed between your slick thighs. even through the haze of overstimulation, you can feel how hard he still is, how needy he’s become.
“you’re so fucking perfect,” he whispers against your lips, his voice hoarse, broken. “you drive me fucking insane…”
he doesn’t even have to line himself up. your pussy is soaked—wet and loose from how hard you came, slick and swollen and so ready that the thick head of his cock just slides right back into you with barely a push. you both gasp at the feeling—your body arching off the bed, his hips faltering as he sinks all the way in.
“fuck—still so tight,” he groans, voice cracking, his forehead pressing to yours as his cock stretches you open again. you sob out a cry, your walls fluttering violently around him as your body tries to adjust.
the overstimulation is immediate and brutal.
your cunt is already twitching from the last orgasm, so sensitive it’s almost painful—and now it’s full again. his cock drags against every part of you, the friction sharp and overwhelming. you whimper into his shoulder, fingers curling around his arms, nails digging into his sweat-slicked skin.
“riki—ah, f-fuck—it’s too much,” you breathe, voice high and shaking, your head falling back against the pillow. “i can’t—i can’t—”
but he doesn’t stop.
he thrusts slow but deep, grinding into you with a slow roll of his hips that makes you feel every single inch. his cock presses against your sweet spot on every thrust, dragging across that soft, swollen bundle deep inside you like he knows exactly what it’s doing to you.
“i know, baby,” he pants, kissing your jaw, your neck, your collarbone. “i know it’s a lot—but just give me one more, yeah? just one more. i need it.”
his hips snap harder now, a wet slap echoing with every thrust. your bodies are so slick, so sticky, that the sounds are obscene, soaking the sheets beneath you as your cunt tightens around him with every movement. you’re so full. so overstimulated. so close to falling apart again.
his hand slides between your bodies, fingers finding your clit without hesitation, rubbing tight little circles, fast and precise. you cry out, your voice loud and broken as your hips buck up against him.
“c’mon, baby,” he groans, his breath stuttering. “make a mess for me again. i know you can. squirt all over me. fuck—i want it.”
your moans are pure sobs now, high-pitched and uncontrollable, the pressure building faster than you can handle. your thighs spasm. your nails dig deeper. your body starts to curl inward, desperate to find something to hold onto as the wave builds harder, deeper, dangerously high.
“riki—fuck, i—i can’t—i’m gonna—!”
“do it,” he growls, mouth hot at your ear, his voice falling apart. “cum for me. fuck—soak me, baby. show me how good i make you feel—please—”
your body breaks in waves, shuddering beneath him as that unbearable pressure finally snaps—ripping through your core with the kind of intensity that robs you of your breath and leaves your vision flashing white. it hits you so fast, so hard, it almost doesn’t feel real—like your body’s floating and falling at the same time. your mouth opens in a cry that doesn’t fully form, your voice caught in your throat, too overwhelmed to even scream.
your hips jerk uncontrollably. your back arches off the soaked sheets, spine curving in pure reflex as the orgasm explodes from deep inside you. and then it happens—your whole body convulses as a violent gush of slick sprays out of you, splashing over his hips, your thighs, the bed, everywhere.
riki moans like you’ve just touched heaven itself.
his head snaps up from where he’s been kissing your shoulder, eyes wide, lips parted, absolutely drenched in the sight of you falling apart for him. “fuuuck—oh my god, baby,” he gasps, breath hitching on every syllable like it physically hurts him to see you like this and not lose it. “you’re—fuck, you’re squirting, you’re actually—holy shit.”
he sounds delirious. undone. pussy drunk in the truest sense of the word.
you feel him twitch inside you, feel his hands grabbing at your waist like he needs to anchor himself, like if he doesn’t hold you he might just fucking break apart. and the overstimulation only gets worse from there—his cock still buried inside, still grinding into your fluttering walls, dragging through the sensitive, soaked mess you’ve made with every tiny movement of his hips.
your thighs are trembling violently, muscles spasming with aftershocks you can’t control. your hands grip at his shoulders, his hair, the sheets—whatever you can find, whatever keeps you tethered while your body spirals through the afterglow of your release. more slick gushes out of you, another uncontrollable burst that sprays between your legs, soaking his abdomen and the bed beneath you. it just keeps coming—wet and warm and messy—and riki is losing his fucking mind.
he moans again, louder this time, voice trembling as his eyes roll back for just a second, completely overwhelmed. “that’s it, baby, fuck—keep going, don’t stop—soak me,” he groans, and then he’s kissing you, his mouth crashing against yours in a desperate, open-mouthed kiss full of tongue and need. his hips are stuttering now, thrusts sloppy and shallow, fucking you through the mess, like he doesn’t know how to stop. like your pussy is too good. like your body owns him.
and in that moment—it does.
his hand slips between your bodies again, fingers finding your clit even though it’s throbbing, swollen, unbearably sensitive. he rubs soft circles, drawing out every drop, every twitch, and your legs jerk hard, another sob ripping from your throat as your vision blurs with tears. the overstimulation has you screaming, crying his name, your body convulsing beneath him with each new burst of pleasure that has no place being this strong.
“shhh, baby, you’re okay, i’ve got you,” he whispers, but his voice is broken, thick, like he’s crying too. “just let it out—god, you’re so fucking perfect—look at how much you’re cumming for me…”
another wave hits, and this one has you sobbing.
you feel it gush from you again, slick pouring out of your overstimulated pussy in rhythm with the clenching of your walls. you can’t stop it, and you don’t want to. you want him to see, to feel everything, and riki is right there, taking it all in like it’s the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen.
he’s whispering against your skin, his lips moving from your cheek to your ear to your collarbone, repeating soft, broken things like “you’re so good,” and “mine,” and “gonna remember this forever.”
he thrusts one last time—slow, deep, dragging his cock through your still-spasming cunt before finally collapsing on top of you, his arms wrapping around your shaking body, his breath completely wrecked. he doesn’t pull out. doesn’t move. he just holds you there, his chest pressed to yours, his cock still twitching inside your soaked, ruined heat.
the room is silent except for the sound of your breathing—shaky, uneven, like you're still learning how to inhale again. riki’s heart is pounding in his chest against yours, fast and wild. his hands are everywhere—stroking your hair, rubbing your back, cupping your face as he peppers soft kisses over your cheeks.
he lifts his head to look at you, his eyes glassy and so full of emotion it makes your breath catch. “you… you’re unreal,” he whispers, voice hoarse, lips brushing yours. “you came so hard for me, baby. you soaked me—fuck, you wrecked me.”
and still, he stays inside you.
still full.
still hard.
still kissing you like he’s never going to stop.
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you had just gotten home, it was really too hot outside. your body were sticky with sweat from the walk back and swear,
it was one of the worst feeling ever.
the first thing you did was hop into the shower and let the cool water soothe your overheated skin.
and while drying yourself in the living room, you also emptied your bag onto the table. there's your phone, wallet, make up... until your eyes landed on a small box of chocolates.
your friend had shoved it into your bag earlier, complaining hers was too full.
curious, you snapped a photo and sent it to her.
[you sent a photo]
you: can i try this?
minutes passed but there's no reply, and longer you stared at the box, the more you thought, just one, why not?
so you ate one out, popping it into your mouth without any second thought.
you started to feel... weird, after a while. your cheeks flushed, your breathing grew heavier, and your body suddenly felt restless in a different way.
you had just stepped out of the shower, yet your skin felt hotter than before.
your nipples hardened too, you started pressing your legs together involuntarily. just groaning, tossing and turning against the couch, grasping for relief, while your mind wandered.
you miss your boyfriend.
your tall, gorgeous, dancer boyfriend. the man who had the most perfect face and body, perfect hands, hands that knew every inch of you. hands that could grip your hips as he fuck you from behind, he could wrap it around your throat and make you whimper. his voice, his smile...
"riki..."
"fuck," you exhaled, the towel had already slipped off your body while you were rushing to your bedroom. you sat over a pillow and rolled your hips fast and desperate.
your fingers dug into it as you rocked harder, imagining the way your boyfriend can fill you up, how good he feels inside you. your mind replayed the last time he had you pinned against the wall or bed, fucking you so deep you were actually going dumb and crying. you missed him. you missed his weight pressing you down, his breath against your ear, his cock stretching you open-
and ni-ki's heart had nearly stopped when he heard moans the second he stepped into the house.
his body moved on instinct, long legs carrying him fast towards the bedroom. did something happen? are you okay? what the fuck is going on-
is there someone else with you?
and you were there, so lost in your own pleasure, so caught up in the fantasy, that you didn't hear the door open. you didn't hear the footsteps, nor his belt being unbuckled behind your back.
then a hand suddenly covered your mouth, and pulling your body away from the pillow.
a startled gasp left your lips, you tried to scream. "help-"
"you couldn't wait for me?" ni-ki asked, his breath brushed against your ear, sending a shiver down your spine.
you scared him too but all he could think right now is his poor baby just got so desperate and had to fuck a pillow.
his lips crashed onto yours before you could even answer, kissing you upside down—just hungry and possessive.
"riki," you moaned, biting your lip. "i need you so bad, baby."
your body arched, your skin burned with need to feel him everywhere. then you sat up, hands trembling as you pulled his zipper down, removing his jeans and boxers fully in one go.
his cock sprang free, thick and aching with precum glistening at the tip.
your mouth just... watered.
and just as you were about to take him into your mouth, ni-ki suddenly shifted, lying down beside you instead.
you didn't even care, you just positioned yourself above him, bringing your knees to either side of his head.
you want to suck him off first but you also needed something either like a friction to keep you from aching.
then you leaned down, wrapping your fingers around his cock before taking him into your mouth. ni-ki groaned, his grip tightening on your ass the moment your tongue swirled around the tip.
then he pulled you down onto his mouth even more.
you just whimpered, struggling to keep up as your pleasure from his tongue made you dizzy, and feral.
you were humping the pillow for too long so now you couldn't last in his face. your walls started clenching, your moans muffled around his cock as you came hard.
ni-ki was there drinking and licking, keeping you right there, making sure he got every drop of your release.
he flipped you onto your back after, his body moved on top of yours, cock already pressed against your entrance, one that was already wet from your mouth.
"please," you whispered, holding on the back of his neck.
"okay," he kissed you, sliding into you so deep, he had both of you moaning at the stretch. "it's so tight," he groaned, burying his face on your neck.
the pace was slow at first, but you needed more so you wrapped your legs around him, pulling him deeper, making him lose it.
his hips snapped into you fast and relentless. his mouth found your tits, sucking hard, leaving marks, moaning against your skin.
every thrust sent sparks through your overstimulated body, leaving you dizzy, and delirious with need. "faster, riki..." you begged.
ni-ki cursed, obeying immediately, fucking into you even harder, and rougher. the sound of skin slapping, moans and breathless gasps, filled the room.
his hands were everywhere gripping your thighs, pinning your wrists above your head, grabbing your face to kiss you deeply between thrusts. you felt like you were burning, like your body couldn't handle this much pleasure at once, but you also needed more and more of his dick.
ni-ki panicked, "fuck, baby- i'm gonna-"
you moaned as his pace turning erratic. "me too... gonna cum."
your back arching as another orgasm crashed over you, your walls were squeezing him so tight he's losing his mind. the feeling sent him spiraling. he groaned loudly, his movements grew sloppy as he came inside you, his hips jerking with every wave of his release.
his body trembled against yours. both of you were gasping for air and grasping at each other like you'd fall apart otherwise.
ni-ki didn't move after he came, he stayed inside you, panting, his forehead pressed against yours, hands gripping on your hips, heart pounding while his entire body still tingling from how insane that was.
"holy shit," he breathed out.
you let out a breathless laugh, brushing your fingers through his damp hair, holding him in your arms. "yeah..."
he swallowed, hands sliding down your sides, still gripping, still needing to feel you. like the thought of stopping, pulling out, and not being inside you will hurt him.
"baby," he murmured, kissing your jaw, your cheek, your lips. "i still wanna fuck you."
you let out a soft giggle, your body clenched around him told him you wanted it too.
"i don't think you can still move," you whispered, playing with his hair.
ni-ki groaned against your skin, trailing kisses up your neck.
"but that's fine. i'll do all the work now."
"you're perfect," he chuckled in relief.
you can feel him softening, but somehow his dick were still filling you inside perfectly, still pulsing with need despite how wrecked he was.
you smirked, biting your lip as you rolled your hips just a little.
ni-ki whined, his fingers dug into your skin, his head dropping against your shoulder. "fuck, baby, don't-" but you did it again, rocking against him, feeling him twitch back to life inside you.
a soft chuckle left your lips as you kissed his temple. "i thought you wanted to feel me?"
"i do," he groaned, his voice breathless, wrecked. "but i'm so fucking sensitive."
you ran your hands down his back, nails grazing his skin lightly as you slowly lifted your hips before sinking back down. a strangled moan left his throat, his arms wrapping tighter around you.
"oh- shit..."
you grinned, pressing your lips to his ear. "too much?"
ni-ki let out a shaky exhale, his hands trembling as they tried to guide your movements even though his body was too weak to follow through. "no," he rasped. "don't stop."
you took over, moving at your own pace, rolling your hips, feeling him grow hard again inside you. ni-ki became helpless beneath you, making noises and broken whimpers as his body shuddered with every grind of your hips.
you tangled your fingers in his hair, tilting his head up to look at you. his eyes were glassy, blown with pleasure, his lips swollen and parted as he panted, begging for more without saying a word.
he looks so pretty, blushing and fucked out.
his fingers dug into your thighs as his hips weakly tried to meet yours. "you're ruining me."
you smiled, leaning down to kiss him, swallowing every moans as you rode him, doing exactly what he wanted—because after all, he was the one who said he still wanted to fuck.
and you can't even remember what happened after, now you slowly woke up with ni-ki pressing soft kisses to your face, and your body was aching in the best way possible.
he then stood up to get water, running his hands through his hair but his dazed eyes flickered to the small box that had fallen from your bag. he furrowed his brows, his still pleasure-addled brain struggled to process but somehow, he was able to comprehend that the chocolate is laced with aphrodisiac.
"so this is how you were able to keep going?" ni-ki asked holding up the chocolate.
you tilted your head in confusion, he threw the box for you to catch.
"oh my god?" you scoffed in disbelief, "this is why i was so fucking horny..."
ni-ki laughed, unwrapping and munched on one.
"wha- why'd you eat that?"
he walked towards you and cupped your face, pulling you into a messy, chocolate-flavored kiss.
so ready to be ruined even more.
note : it wasn't even their chocolate T_T but anyway, thanks for waiting. this is a very short one, hopefully i can finish the others so i could post it right away <3
マスターリストm.list
taglist 𖤘: @dolliewon @ziiao
that’s me, baby. (lhs)
WARNINGS: SMUT so mdni, nsfw twitter link, kisses, clit rubbing, belly bulge, neck grabbing, hair pulling, everything is consensual, cursing, making out, unprotected sex (pls don’t), proofread but i'm sorry if there's mistakes! (Imk if i missed something pls!!)
genre: smut
anon’s req: “i've thought of this alot, heeseung and belly bulges >I//<”
pairing: bf!heeseung x afab!reader
wc: 4k
the evening had settled into a comfortable rhythm as you and heeseung relaxed on the couch in his living room. you were perched on his lap, enjoying the close, intimate proximity. the conversation was light and easy, punctuated by occasional kisses that were sweet and lingering.
so, what’s the plan for the weekend? you asked, your voice teasing as you leaned in for another kiss. heeseung’s lips met yours eagerly, his hands resting gently on your hips. his touch was soft at first, but there was an underlying tension that hinted at a deeper connection.
as you continued talking, you could feel the warmth between you both intensify. heeseung’s hands began to move more deliberately, his fingers grazing your sides with a growing sense of urgency. you shifted slightly on his lap, feeling the evidence of his arousal pressing against you.
you decided to test the waters, rubbing against him in a way that felt both teasing and intentional. the reaction was immediate. heeseung’s breath hitched, and you could sense the tension in his body. a mischievous smile spread across your lips.
seems like you’re enjoying this, you said, your voice low and suggestive. you continued to shift your hips, feeling the warmth growing between you.
heeseung let out a soft groan, his eyes dark with desire. you’re soaking wet, he said, his voice rough with need. his fingers moved to your hips, guiding you closer as he tried to manage the growing urgency. i can feel how much you want this.
the acknowledgment only spurred you on. you shifted your movements to increase the contact, rubbing against him with a more deliberate intent. heeseung’s hands slid down to your thighs, his fingers brushing against the damp fabric of your clothes.
fuck, you’re so wet, heeseung muttered, his voice strained. he began to rub your clit through your clothes with a focused touch. his movements were slow and deliberate at first, each stroke designed to build the pressure and intensity.
the sensation was overwhelming. you could feel every touch as if it was magnified, and your breath grew heavier with each passing moment. heeseung’s fingers worked in a steady rhythm, applying just the right amount of pressure to make you gasp and moan.
does that feel good? he asked, his voice a mix of anticipation and desire. his eyes were fixed on your face, watching every reaction as he continued his ministrations.
yes, you gasped, your voice barely a whisper. it feels incredible. you arched your back slightly, pushing into his touch as your body responded to his skilled fingers.
heeseung’s touch grew more insistent, his fingers rubbing your clit in a way that made the pleasure build slowly but intensely. the moment stretched on, the sensation of his fingers combined with the heat between you creating a prolonged, intoxicating experience.
don’t stop, please. you could feel the pressure mounting, your body trembling as you approached the edge. the slow, deliberate pace of his touch made every moment feel like it was stretched out, heightening the anticipation and desire.
come on, heeseung murmured, his voice a low, encouraging whisper. cum for me.
the combination of his touch and his words was too much to resist. you felt your body shudder as the climax hit you, waves of pleasure crashing over you with an intensity that left you gasping. heeseung continued to rub you through your release, his touch steady and guiding.
after the waves of your climax had subsided, you rested your head against heeseung’s neck, feeling the gentle rise and fall of his breath as you tried to steady yourself. the aftershocks of pleasure still made your body tremble slightly, and the intimate contact between you both was both comforting and exhilarating.
heeseung’s hands were still on your hips, but his touch had softened to a tender caress. he could feel the dampness of your panties against his lap, and a satisfied smile curved his lips. he leaned in, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispered, you did so well.
you managed a weak, contented smile, feeling the warmth of his breath against your skin. thank you, you murmured, your voice still breathless. that feels so good...
heeseung’s arms wrapped around you, pulling you closer. i’m glad you think so, he said softly. but i want to continue this somewhere a bit more private. his voice was filled with a mix of tenderness and desire, and you could sense the anticipation in his tone.
before you could respond, heeseung effortlessly lifted you into his arms in a bridal carry. his grip was strong and secure, and you felt a sense of safety and closeness as he held you against him. you nestled into his embrace, your head resting on his shoulder.
let’s do this upstairs, he said, his voice low and filled with promise. i want to make sure you’re completely taken care of. his words were both reassuring and electrifying, making your heart race with excitement.
heeseung carried you up the stairs with a gentle but purposeful stride, his arms keeping you close as he navigated the familiar path to his bedroom. the anticipation of what was to come next was palpable, the connection between you both growing stronger with every step.
as you reached the top of the stairs, heeseung’s lips found yours in a soft, lingering kiss, a final reassurance of his affection before the more intense exploration of your desire continued. the promise of the night ahead hung in the air, and you couldn’t wait to see where it would lead.
as you entered his bedroom, heeseung gently set you down on the edge of the bed, his eyes locked on yours with a deep, dark hunger. his hands cupped your face as he leaned in for a kiss, his lips brushing against yours with a tenderness that contrasted with the intense desire in his gaze. the kiss was soft at first, a gentle exploration that quickly deepened into something more passionate.
you responded eagerly, your hands finding their way to the back of his neck, fingers tangling in his hair as you pulled him closer. the heat between you both intensified, each kiss growing more urgent as you lost yourselves in each other. heeseung’s hands roamed down to your shoulders, his touch sending shivers through your body.
with a soft, teasing smile, you began to slowly remove your clothes. you started with your blouse, your fingers deftly unbuttoning it while keeping your gaze locked with heeseung’s. each button undone revealed more of your skin, and heeseung’s eyes darkened with every inch that was exposed.
as you shrugged off the blouse, heeseung’s hands moved to your waist, his touch exploring your bare skin with a mix of reverence and eagerness. his kisses followed the path of your exposed neck, trailing down to your collarbone. each kiss was deliberate and tender, the sensation of his lips against your skin creating a delicious contrast to the heat of his breath.
you shifted slightly, giving him better access as you continued to undress. your fingers worked on the clasp of your bra, and with a practiced motion, you let it fall away. heeseung’s breath caught at the sight, his eyes tracing every curve of your body with a look of pure adoration.
heeseung’s lips found yours again, his kiss fierce and hungry as he guided you to lie back on the bed. his hands traveled down your body, his touch igniting every nerve. he took his time, savoring the feel of your skin against his, his kisses following a path from your lips to your chest, lingering on each sensitive spot.
as your panties were the next to go, you slowly slid them down your legs, heeseung’s hands helping you remove them with a careful touch. once they were discarded, he didn’t immediately dive into the next step. instead, he took a moment to appreciate the sight of you fully exposed, his eyes filled with a mix of desire and awe.
good god, you’re beautiful baby, heeseung whispered, his voice filled with raw emotion. his hands cupped your thighs, spreading them slightly as he moved between your legs. his kisses returned, this time focusing on the sensitive skin of your inner thighs, his lips brushing softly against the area just above your cunt.
the sensation of his lips, combined with the anticipation of what was to come, had you shivering with need. heeseung’s hands explored your body, his touch both gentle and possessive as he slowly made his way up, pausing to savor every moment. each kiss and caress built the tension, heightening the connection between you both.
finally, heeseung’s fingers traced the dampness that had already accumulated, feeling the evidence of your arousal. his touch was reverent as he began to rub your clit with a slow, deliberate motion. his kisses continued, now moving up to your neck and collarbone, his breath hot against your skin.
the pressure and pleasure from his touch were overwhelming. heeseung’s movements were steady and focused, his fingers expertly stimulating you while his kisses and murmurs of encouragement only heightened the experience. the moment stretched out, each touch and kiss adding to the intensity of the pleasure building within you.
let me know if you need anything, heeseung murmured, his voice a soothing balm amidst the rising waves of desire. i’m here for you.
you moaned softly in response, your body arching toward his touch as the pleasure continued to build. the combination of his fingers rubbing you, his lips on your skin, and his whispered words created a symphony of sensations that made every moment feel both intense and intimate.
the scene continued to unfold, with heeseung’s touch becoming more urgent as you both approached the peak of desire. his kisses grew more fervent, his touch more insistent, until you could no longer distinguish between the pleasure and the intensity of your connection. the world outside seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of you, wrapped in a cocoon of desire and affection.
as heeseung’s fingers continued to work their magic on your clit, the pleasure began to build to an overwhelming crescendo. his kisses were fervent, and you could feel the heat of his arousal pressing against you. you reached down with a teasing smile, your fingers wrapping around his hard length.
heeseung let out a sharp intake of breath as your touch made contact. fuck, just like that, he groaned, his voice trembling with need.
you stroked him slowly, your hand moving up and down his shaft with a deliberate rhythm. you’re so hard hee, you whispered, your voice sultry. i can feel how much you want this.
heeseung’s eyes fluttered shut for a moment, lost in the sensation of your touch. you’re driving me insane, he admitted, his voice strained. i need to be inside you, but i wanna make you feel good first princess.
you continued to stroke him, your touch firm but gentle, teasing him as you felt the warmth of his skin. the rhythm of your hand was slow and steady, building the tension between you both. i want you inside me too, you murmured, your voice filled with a mix of desire and satisfaction.
heeseung’s breathing became more ragged, his hands gripping your hips as he tried to hold back his own urge. i don’t think i can wait any longer, he said, his voice a low rumble of need.
with a final, deliberate stroke, you released him, your hand sliding away as heeseung repositioned himself. he guided his tip to your entrance, the anticipation making both of you tremble. he took a moment to savor the closeness, his fingers brushing against your skin as he leaned in for a heated kiss.
ready? he asked, his voice a low growl.
you nodded, your body aching with anticipation, i’m ready, you whispered, your voice trembling with excitement.
heeseung pushed into you slowly, the sensation of him filling you inch by inch causing you to gasp. each thrust was deep and deliberate, his eyes locked with yours as he filled you completely. the connection between you both was intense, the fullness of him inside you creating waves of pleasure that made your body shiver.
heeseung’s hands tightened on your hips as he began to move, his thrusts steady and purposeful. his breaths were heavy and erratic, the pleasure overwhelming both of you as you adjusted to the new depth of connection.
heeseung’s grip on your thigh tightened, his fingers digging into your flesh with a possessive intensity that left you breathless. the roughness of his touch sent a thrill through you, making you crave more, and he used that grip to angle your hips just right, allowing him to sink even deeper inside you. the sensation was overwhelming, a heady mix of pleasure and fullness that made you feel like you were on the edge of something dangerous and exhilarating.
fuck, i can feel how tight you are, heeseung growled, his voice rough and filled with need. he pulled back slightly, only to drive back into you with deliberate force, each thrust making your entire body jolt with the impact. the pace was slow at first, almost torturous in its precision, as if he was determined to make you feel every inch of him.
your hands, needing something to hold on to, instinctively reached up to grip his hair, pulling him closer as you tried to steady yourself against the onslaught of sensations. the softness of his hair between your fingers was a stark contrast to the roughness of his movements, grounding you as he pushed you closer to the edge.
heeseung leaned down, his lips just inches from yours, his breath hot against your skin. do you feel that? he whispered, his voice thick with lust, each word sending a shiver down your spine. he took your hand and guided it to your belly, pressing it firmly against the bulge he was creating with each deep thrust. that’s me, baby. i’m all the way inside you, he said, his tone possessive and dark, his eyes watching your every reaction with a mix of pride and desire.
your fingers trembled as you felt the hard outline of him through your skin, you took a look at your belly seeing him move inside you, and the reality of how deep he was inside you making your mind spin. your grip on his hair tightened, pulling him even closer, as if the physical connection could somehow anchor you in the overwhelming sea of sensations.
heeseung, b-big! you gasped, your voice a desperate plea, almost disbelieving of the intensity of the sensation. it was like nothing you’d ever felt before—the sheer fullness, the way he was stretching you to your limits. your words were cut off as heeseung thrust into you harder, his movements no longer slow and controlled but rough and unrelenting. each thrust forced the air from your lungs, the intensity building as he picked up the pace, his control fraying with every moment that passed.
yeah, that’s right, he murmured, his voice low and dark, lips brushing against your ear. i’m right here, baby. i want you to feel me everywhere. he was relentless now, each thrust making that bulge in your belly more pronounced, more impossible to ignore. your breath caught in your throat, your fingers twisting in his hair as you tried to anchor yourself in the storm of sensations.
heeseung suddenly lowered his head, his lips finding the sensitive skin of your neck. he sucked hard, leaving a mark as his teeth scraped lightly against your skin, moaning against your skin, the sensation sending jolts of pleasure straight to your core. he moved down to your collarbone, his lips and tongue working in tandem to drive you wild, before moving lower, sucking on the soft flesh of your breasts, leaving a trail of bruised kisses in his wake.
it’s so deep, you whispered, your voice shaky, filled with a mix of awe and desperation. the way he was filling you, the way he was forcing your body to accommodate every inch of him—it was almost too much, and yet you craved more, wanting him to push you even further. your back arched off the bed, your body straining toward him, needing more of his touch, more of his lips on your skin.
heeseung’s eyes darkened with even more desire at your words, a smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. you love it, don’t you? feeling me this deep, knowing that i’m filling you up completely. his tone was rough, his words tinged with pride and possessiveness, like he was reveling in the way your body was responding to him.
your only response was a whimper, the sound escaping your lips as your body tightened around him involuntarily. the way he was speaking to you, the roughness in his voice combined with the sheer physical sensation, sent you spiraling closer to the edge. heeseung felt you clench around him and groaned, his hips stuttering for just a moment before he regained his rhythm, thrusting into you harder, deeper.
fuck, you’re squeezing me so tight, he groaned, his voice strained as he struggled to maintain control. his free hand slid up your body, his fingers wrapping around your throat lightly, just enough to make you feel the pressure, to remind you of the power he had over you in this moment. your grip on his hair loosened slightly, your focus shifting to the feeling of his hand on your throat, the way it made your pulse quicken, your breath hitch in your throat.
look at me, he commanded, his voice dark and dripping with lust. i want to see your face when i make you fucking cum on my cock. the authority in his tone left no room for hesitation, and you forced your eyes open, meeting his intense gaze. the look in his eyes sent a jolt of desire through you, making your body tighten even more around him. your hands slid down from his hair to his shoulders, your fingers digging into his skin as you tried to hold on to something solid, something real.
heeseung’s grip on your throat tightened slightly, his thumb brushing against your jaw as he thrusts into you with a brutal rhythm. each movement was rough, almost punishing in its intensity, but the way he was watching you—like he was drinking in every reaction, every moan, every gasp—made it clear that he was savoring this moment just as much as you were.
fuck, so so tight, he groaned again, his voice rough and filled with a desperate need. you feel so fucking good, baby. i can’t get enough of you.
heeseung, please, you whimper, your voice a desperate plea as the pressure inside you builds to an almost unbearable level. the way he was thrusting into you, the way his hand was still pressing yours against that bulge in your belly—it was all too much, your body trembling as you teetered on the edge of release. your hands instinctively tightened on his shoulders, your nails digging into his skin as you tried to hold on, needing something to anchor you amidst the storm of sensations.
please what? he growled, his grip on your throat tightening just slightly, his eyes narrowing as he watched you struggle to find the words. you want to come? is that it?
you nodded frantically, your eyes pleading with him as your body trembled beneath his relentless pace. yes, please, i need to— you tried to say, but your words were cut off by a sharp intake of breath as he slammed into you harder, his thrusts rough and unrelenting, each one making that bulge in your belly more pronounced. your hands slipped from his shoulders and grabbed at his arms, your fingers digging into his skin as you held on for dear life, needing something to ground yourself in the overwhelming pleasure.
you can’t even talk, can you? hmm? heeseung chuckled darkly, but there was a breath less quality to his voice, a sign that he was just as affected as you were by the intensity of the moment. you’re so fucking full of me that you can’t think straight.
you could only moan in response, your mind too foggy with pleasure to form coherent thoughts. the sensation of his hand guiding yours over your swollen abdomen, combined with the roughness of his thrusts, drove you closer and closer to the edge, your body trembling with the need for release. your grip on his arms tightened, your fingers digging into his skin as you held on for dear life, feeling like you were on the brink of something explosive.
heeseung’s free hand moved to grip your thigh again, pulling you even closer, his pace relentless. i want you to feel me everywhere, he growled, his voice low and filled with a dark desire. i want you to remember this, how fucking deep i am inside you, how you’re mine.
heeseung, you gasped, your voice a desperate plea as your body tightened around him, the pressure building to an unbearable level. the intensity of his movements, the roughness in his voice, the way he was making you feel so completely filled—it all sent you spiraling toward the edge. your hands slipped from his arms to his back, your fingers digging into his skin as you held on to him, needing to feel him, to know that he was real, that this moment was real.
cum for me, baby, heeseung muttered against your lips, his voice rough and commanding. i want to feel you creaming all over my cock. his words were the final push you needed, your body arching beneath him as you cried out, the pleasure crashing over you in waves, each one stronger than the last. your hands tightened on his back, your fingers clutching at his skin as you held on for dear life, feeling the intensity of your release, the way it made you shudder and gasp for breath.
heeseung groaned loudly as he felt you tighten around him, his own release following closely behind yours. f-fucking hell…! this feels so— he thrust into you one final time, burying himself as deep as possible as he spilled inside you. the sensation of him filling you completely, combined with the sight of the bulge in your belly, made your orgasm last even longer, your body shaking with the force of it.
as you both came down from your highs, heeseung’s movements slowed, his touch becoming gentler. his hand remained on your belly, tracing the outline of the bulge with his fingers as he pressed soft kisses to your forehead. the contrast between his roughness moments before and the tenderness now only made the intimacy between you more intense.
you did so good, baby, he whispered, his voice filled with affection as he stroked your skin. you’re amazing. his words were soft, but there was a warmth in them that made your heart swell, the emotional connection between you two just as strong as the physical one.
you were too exhausted to respond, your body limp beneath him as you tried to catch your breath. heeseung noticed and smiled softly, his hand moving to cup your face as he leaned in for a tender kiss. the kiss was slow and sweet, a stark contrast to the intensity of what you’d just shared, but it felt perfect, a soothing balm after the storm.
rest now, he murmured, his voice gentle as he pulled you close, his body still connected to yours. i’m not going anywhere. his words were a promise, a reassurance that he was here, that he was yours, and that he wasn’t letting go anytime soon.
the two of you lay there, tangled together, your bodies still connected as you caught your breath. the room was filled with the soft sound of your breathing, a comforting reminder of the intense connection you shared, both physically and emotionally.
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park sunghoon — THE PUSSY EATING COMPETITION!
P. munch!sunghoon x fem!reader (17+) | W. pussy eating (obv), squirting, oral, unprotected sex, cursing, multiple orgasms, munches jakehoon + munchwon , freakseung, subspace, biting, other shit i forgot | WC. 5.7k !! | A,N. this one’s for my babychels ! @ak4e7a ♡ … would anyone like a drabble about heeseung’s experience?
in which… jake convinces sunghoon to join a pussy eating competition with a bet !
“you want me to join the what?” sunghoon questioned, his thick eyebrows furrowed, plump lips parted in confusion.
“the pussy eating competition, bro!” jake rolled his eyes as he repeated his sentence for the third time already. reaching over to flick a concerned looking sunghoon’s forehead.
“and why the fuck would i join whatever the fuck that is?” he smacked jake’s hand away when the stinging pain rushed in his head. cursing jake more under his breath. “why the fuck not?” he huffed, “heeseung was at it yesterday, he won his stupid bet with jay.”
“they had a bet?” sunghoon closed his laptop, deciding that whatever notes he was about to take from their lecture can wait until he figures out if jake is being serious or not. “yeah, dude. jay bet heeseung fifty bucks if he could make his girl squirt three times in ten minutes.” jake chuckled at the memory.
“and heeseung won?” sunghoon questioned, eyebrows raised in anticipation this time as jake’s smile only widened. “won the bet in eight minutes and twenty six seconds.” he laughed, sunghoon wasn’t surprised or shocked in any way. he was surprised at jay’s idiocy of choosing ‘ten minutes’ when all heeseung has been doing since he got laid was boast about his squirting ability in their group chat.
and heeseung called himself ‘the pussy squirting fairy’ way too often for their liking.
and besides who even came up with this stupid competition in the first place? who even agreed to any of this? why did heeseung and jay join? and why the fuck was jake asking him to join too?
“listen bro it’s nothing serious— you go to the pussy eating competition center and ask to join in for a competition with someone— in that case that will be me, and then we’ll get to eat some fire pussy out for free so it’s really just a huge win situation.” jake rambled, balancing between his two feet as he continued to convince sunghoon to join in with him.
“we could even place a bet like hyung and jay did! ten minutes for three squirts is a good deal you know? it’s just that heeseung is a fucking frea—“ jake’s voice slowly got tuned out of sunghoon’s ear as he thought about this more.
considering all the possibilities of this competition that still sounded pretty unreal to him, was this a stupid idea? yes. should he trust jake? no. did he not believe this idea because it sounded like a dream? yes. was the last time that sunghoon got offered pussy around three months ago? unfortunately, yes. did he currently feel like a loser teenage boy with his pants tightening at the thought of eating pussy? … also yes.
but was this an opportunity for him to live up to his ‘certified munch hoon’ title though? yes. and was sunghoon going to take it? fuck yes.
“you could also tap out at any minute—“ “where can i apply?” sunghoon interrupted jake’s irritating speech. “it’s not tha— huh?” his eyes widened in surprised, “you want to join?” he tilted his head to the side in a puppy like manner, a twinkle of excitement in his gaze. “you said you were going to join too, right?” sunghoon eyed him warily, a wave of relief washing down on him when jake nodded with enthusiasm.
“you also said we could place bets, yeah?” he questioned, “yes! like the ten minutes for three squirts hyung mad—“ “make it five.” jake gaped at him, blinking his eyes in surprise. “what?”
his hand came up to rest on sunghoon’s shoulder as he tried to process his words, “five minutes?” his gaze became conflicted as the younger nodded, “five minutes for three?” jake tried to understand him more, really trying his best.
“five minutes for five squirts.” jake gulped.
“for a hundered bucks.”
well fuck.
sunghoon was on a mission.
wearing a white, sleeveless shirt along with jeans to make his movements easier, the shirt given to him by jake in order to ‘tell apart who got the more squirts’ according to the wetness that coated the white fabric.
he was now standing in line with jake, the shorter one walking with a slight bounce in his step from his excitement. “are you ready?” he whispered, eyes travelling all over the place where the competition was held.
countless other contestants from both genders aligned in the waiting line, each pair waiting their own turn, some going neck to neck with other friends and placing bets while others threw snarky glances at each other.
truly a competition for some.
“do we atleast get to pick who we get to eat out?” the taller sighed, his ebony locks sticking further to his temples due to his sweat, it was either unreasonably hot or sunghoon was weirdly nervous.
probably unreasonably hot. it was mid july after all.
“i don’t think so.. i didn’t ask hyung—“ “obviously no.” a foreign voice cut off jake, making the two turn around to greet another guy. that was also wearing a white shirt.
“it’s a competition. you don’t get to choose who you get to eat out.” he rolled his eyes as if it was the most obvious thing. god what an obnoxious attitude.
sunghoon rolled his eyes, “pipe the fuck down, jungwon. we get it you practically live here.” jake snapped back. running his fingers through his hair while he turned around. he looked unusually restless for sunghoon’s liking.
i mean, there was a whole hundred dollar bill on the table for this bet.
“park sunghoon and sim jaeyun! you’re up next.” the same guy who jotted down their names in his board, who sunghoon assumed was the manager— called both of their names up to the front.
where sunghoon wasn’t prepared to have his breath knocked out of his lungs so quickly.
as he and jake stepped up the smal staircase leading to the mini stage where two chairs were situated, there sat two girls. very very pretty girls. dreamlike pretty girls. one hundred percent sunghoon’s type. really really pretty gir—
“stop fucking staring like a creep.” jake elbowed him when he realised that sunghoon was basically two seconds away from drooling at the sight of you. sunghoon covered his awkward staring with a strained cough. lowering his head and unknowingly bringing attention to his reddening ears.
which at the sight of, you chuckled.
and sunghoon’s knees almost buckled.
“take your respective positions and be prepared.” the manager, who sunghoon caught a brief glance at the name tag of— mark. ordered them around. sunghoon stepped closer towards you. who stared at him with the most alluring glint in your eyes. you were wearing a pink top with pink lace panties that were covered by a feather light towel. don’t ask how he noticed them.
“hi.. i’m sunghoon.” he spoke awkwardly, extending out his hand towards yours. finding his demeanour adorable, you quickly shook his hand. a smile gracing your features as you introduced yourself to him.
three months shouldn’t be that much time since he got with a girl but it felt like it was centuries ago. especially with the way his heart began to thump thump thump! between his ribs weirdly.
he spared a swift glance to jake, just in time to catch him throwing a flirtatious wink towards his own girl. goodness that dude was a freak himself.
“spare the introductions and get into your positions, what was your bet again?” mark quickly muttered, glancing at the paper in his hand and back at jake and sunghoon. pushing his glasses above the bridge of his nose.
“a hundred bucks.” jake spoke, puffing out his chest in anxiety, “and that’s for ten minutes right? three orgasms in ten?” mark nodded as he wrote down the timing on his paper.
“no actually… it’s five minutes.” jake bit his lips, sunghoon shook his head in slight disbelief and embarrassment at the current situation they were in right now. totally ignoring the fact that there were two drop dead gorgeous girls whispering and giggling right behind them both.
“five minutes for three?” mark questioned, his eyebrows raising in surprise that increased when sunghoon quickly shook his head in denial, “five minutes for five.” mark blinked.
a slight echoing line of ooo’s made their way into jake and sunghoon’s reddened ears, embarrassment crawling up their backs as mark awkwardly cleared his throat and nodded to their words. quickly changing the numbers on the timer and scribbling a few other random sentences on his board.
“we’ll shortly start the timer and the competition will begin.” he stepped back allowing the two to inch back towards the girls, jake spared a quick glance at mark who was now holding onto the alarm clock between his fingers before lowering down to his knees in front of the chair.
sunghoon swiftly followed suit, dropping onto his knees and lifting his head right between your legs to welcome the heavenly view. gosh you looked divine.
“five for five, hm?” you cheekily smiled at him, a sight that made the boy’s heart throb with the sudden need to always make you smile. he nodded shyly, his slightly wavy locks ruffling in his hair in a fluffy manner at the motion. “better not disappoint.” you then discarded the towel to the ground.
“oh i for sure won’t.” sunghoon smirked, a wave of confidence descending on him at the sight of your soaked cunt so close to his face, he could practically taste your leaking essence from the side of your panties.
“on your marks..” the young manager called out, sunghoon skilfully pulled apart your plush thighs, placing your legs on top of his shoulders as jake did the same besides him. you quickly laid back towards the table behind you on your elbows, giving sunghoon full access to anything and everything.
“get set..” mark called out, eyes glued on the button that will start the timer while sunghoon pushed the tip of his nose against your slit, the contact making you hum in delight as his tip pressed against your throbbing clit while your essence soaked through the thin fabric and onto his skin.
he poked his tongue out just slightly, brushing against your sopping hole restricted by the lace fabric that began to slightly irritate him, and sunghoon was gone.
pineapples. cotton candy. cranberries. straight sugar. you tasted otherworldly. it was not surprising that you would taste delicious as you probably do take care of yourself to the best of your ability because of this competition, but for you to taste this dizzying? to have an essence and nectar that melted against his tastebuds like honey?
sunghoon was gone.
“go!” and just like that, sunghoon’s brain was replaced by a horny puddle of mush inside of his skull. unaware of the fact that he pushed and teared your panties to the side, aiming to lick a long, tantalising stripe starting from your hole till he reached your clit where he applied pressure.
the action made your hand shoot towards his head, gripping a handful of his soft hair in your hands as his tongue circled and pushed against your sensitive nub, his large fingers pried your thighs apart when they began to push against him. normally, sunghoon wouldn’t mind getting suffocated by plush and soft thighs like this. yet today, he couldn’t lose a hundered dollar bill against jake. out of all people.
and fucking jake was going at it next to him. making all sorts of wet noises that had his girl throwing her head back in pleasure. while the timer struck twenty five seconds.
fuck, he only had thirty five seconds left for the first minute.
that’s when sunghoon decided to let go of all of his restraints, allowing all the walls he kept to crumble right apart when he pushed your legs around his head, one hand holding your leg to keep your pressed against him as you needed the extra support while the other pushed his middle and ring finger deep inside of you.
a squeal left your mouth when sunghoon attached his plump lips around your clit. sucking and slurping so loudly, obscene noises followed by your moans and the ticking of the timer barely made their way past sunghoon’s ringing ears. he was completely out of it.
he thrusted his finger in and out. quickly in and out. too busy closing his eyes to savour your flavour on his tongue to take notice of the multiple webs of wetness that connected his knuckles and your entrance. his fingers reached so deep, they were so long and the perfect size to cause the most delicious burn in your walls as he stretched them open.
right when the timer hit forty seconds, sunghoon’s fingertip brushed against your sweet spot.
you mewled his name, back arching off of the table as he hummed in delight at the realisation, “found it, didn’t i? it’s right. here.” he accentuated every word with another thrust against the spot that had you seeing stars. you nodded mindlessly as the knot in your abdomen curled on itself the longer sunghoon abused your cunt.
“f-fuck yes! right there, baby. right there.” you encouraged him, moans increasing in volume the harsher sunghoon sucked around your clit, his fingers became even more restless after the sudden petname. baby. that’s right, he was your baby. the only one that will please you from now on.
“yeah, pretty girl? feels good doesn’t it?” sunghoon spoke against your clit, each word sending a vibration right against your spine as pleasure raked through your body in rough waves. it suddenly felt like you were the only two in the world. your surroundings melting in an instant as you gasped his name and praised him for making you feel so good. so ecstatic.
fifty seconds in, and that’s when the coil in your abdomen suddenly snapped.
your climax washed over you out of nowhere, such an intense and speedy build up that you weren’t even able to process anything till you started to shake under sunghoon’s hold. your wetness was dripping down his forearm as he fucked you through your orgasm, each thrust of his finger made your squirt land over his shirt.
first sixty seconds was a complete and easy success.
“first minute is done! one point for sunghoon, and one point for jaeyun.” mark called out. shit, so that fucker also managed to keep up with him then?
he still had four minutes to redeem himself. with the way he was able to easily make you squirt from the first fifty seconds he felt like he knew your body inside out. knew exactly which buttons to push and what nerve to pull to coax out another orgasm out of you. there was no way he was losing.
“minute two starting now!” mark’s voice reached sunghoon’s ears in a muffled manner as he pressed your twitching legs closer to his shoulders, this time sunghoon pushed his long tongue inside of your gushing hole. a lustful glint in his eyes as he reached his slender fingers towards your clit.
rubbing slow, torturous but powerful circles on your aching nub while he licked all over your walls, slurping against your wetness that leaked down his chin and made its way down his neck, fuck he was so addicted to your flavour.
your moans became weaker as your body tried to calm down from your previous orgasm, such a mind blowing climax washing down on your body so suddenly made your head spin. and sunghoon was already overstimulating you as he worked towards another orgasm. fuck. you, yourself were done for under him.
he felt so good. so skilled as he satisfied and pleasured you in ways you’ve never felt before. his strong, muscular arms keeping your legs open as he buried his face so mindlessly between them, diving into your wetness with no other care in the world as if he was born to do this.
he lived to devour pussy. truly suitable for a competition like this.
“gonna give me another one hm?” twenty nine seconds.
“think you can handle another one, babydoll?” he taunted, barely pulling out his tongue to speak before burying it back inside of you, his fingers never halting to a stop as they began to pinch and pull at your clit. the familiar tightening in your lower stomach made your mind reel while your silence began to frustrate sunghoon.
that’s when he landed a harsh slap against your clit. the sudden pain and pleasure making you jolt under his hold as you nearly screamed out his name. “y-yes, yes i can! please, i’ll give you as many as you want!” you cried out, your broken begs rushing directly into his aching cock in the confines of his jeans. exactly what he needed to hear.
“what a good fucking girl, hm? such a good girl for me, aren’t ya?” he mocked, hand resorting back to circling on your clit as he buried himself in your folds, his nose brushed up against his fingers while he thrusted his tongue in and out of you stimulating you in the best ways possible.
thirty seven seconds was all it took for sunghoon to make you squirt on him for the second time. in the span of a minute and a half.
he slapped against your leaking hole while you convulsed beneath him, each slap getting his shirt wetter which signalled mark to announce “minute two half way done, two points for sunghoon and one for jaeyun!”
jake’s noise of surprised went unnoticed by sunghoon, almost half way in. he thought to himself as he lifted your limp legs off of his shoulders and balanced himself on his knees again.
he pressed your legs together, making your swollen, glistening folds puff up one each other while your nectar slipped out of your hole in heavy, clear droplets. sunghoon wanted to do nothing more than to slurp it all up.
without wasting anymore time, he pushed his mouth against your cunt, kissing up against your folds as the timer showcased fifty seconds, as cocky as this might sound but he already knew he won. especially when he inhaled your scent deeply and pushed his nose and mouth onto your entrance again. successful in making you scream his name this time.
he held your shaking legs up with one hand, grip strong and tight as he relished in your flavour running down his throat. so addicted as he ate you out like a drunk man. completely high on your pussy. he sucked and licked and kissed everywhere so noisily.
sucking up your swollen and sensitive folds into his mouth, coating every inch of your skin in his saliva that combined with your own wetness before returning to slurp around your clit. his mind was reeling. becoming a mushy piece of muscle in his head as the only thought that drove him to continue was to make you squirt again.
“minute three starting now, with two points to sunghoon and two points to jaeyun. yet another tie!” fuck, jake was catching up.
but sunghoon for some reason was starting to not mind.. call it the euphoria of getting high off of pussy or anything else. he no longer wanted to do this to beat jake and win a hundred dollars. he wanted to do this because it felt good. you felt good.
and just like that, he began to indulge himself in your cunt entirely. surrendering and making his rational side disappear as he hummed and moaned at your taste. shaking his head from side to side as he slurped you up so well. drooling your essence further down his chin as he pleasured you because it was his own pleasure.
each moan of his sent shocks around you body. your surroundings blurring as the air around you became electrified. goosebumps aligning your skin when you felt another climax building up gradually in your abdomen. the longer he spent humming around your clit and buzzing up your whole body the further you felt your consciousness slipping away from your fingertips.
guess you couldn’t really handle it after all.
it was at three minutes and fifteen seconds when sunghoon made you squirt for the third time.
your hands shot to grip onto the chair that was by now shaking with your body, hot white ecstasy blinding your vision as your climax washed down on your body in violent waves one after the other. and sunghoon just kept going. noisily slurping up everything you offered. he was being so embarrassingly loud as he kept rubbing his face into your cunt, getting your wetness all over his face and jaw. overstimulating you more with each passing second while your eyes rolled to the back of your head.
“three minutes and twenty seconds in! three points for sunghoon and two for jake!” mark announced, his voice becoming unusually strained as the sight of the two men on their knees doing their best to pleasure their girls was starting to get to him.
it was his least favourite part of his job when he started to feel a tightening in his pants.
“so good for me, doll. we only need two more, come on. you can give it to me right?” you nodded with your head spinning. a dizzying sense of pleasure raking through your veins. sunghoon settled down for gentle bites across your thighs, giving you a few moments to cool down as he looked up.
big mistake.
the sight of you had one of his hands shooting down towards his raging boner that began uncontrollably twitching between his boxers. your pretty pink tank top ridden up revealing the underside of the plush skin of your breasts, a sheen layer of sweat coating your body as you breathed in deeply to calm your heart down when it felt like it was seconds away from bursting.
your fucked out expression is what did it for him. eyes hazed and high off pleasure. drunk on the feeling of his plump lips on your swollen cunt that tightened around nothing. sunghoon was so fucked.
“so needy for me isn’t she..?” he whispered only for you to hear, fascinated in the way your gaping hole winked at him. spilling out more of your sweet nectar that became sunghoon’s favourite drug in the matter of a few minutes. you grew flustered at his words, lifting your arm up t cover your eyes while sunghoon blew on your pussy teasingly.
discarding the competition and the fact that there were people around him, sunghoon quickly lifted himself up, leaning his body forward above yours as he began to hover on top of you. your breath hitched at the close proximity while sunghoon smiled adorably, showcasing you his pretty fangs that were sinking down your thighs just a few seconds ago.
“ready to give me another one, little girl?” he whispered. so so close to your face that his wet lips that were covered in your essence brushed against yours with every word. you nodded shyly, slowly getting fucked into subspace as your mind began to shut down. eyes blinking slowly while sunghoon pushed his long fingers back inside of you. gosh you were so cute.
three minutes and thirty two seconds in, and you were gripping onto sunghoon’s bicep that pushed his fingers inside of you deeper.
you were mewling and whimpering his name so prettily. so perfect and delicate under him. under his control allowing him to do anything with your body and it was driving him crazy. he couldn’t hold himself back when he finally pushed his lips against yours.
you moaned so endearingly under him. kissing him back so eagerly as his fingertip massaged your sweet spot making you bite gently on his lower lip. he groaned into your mouth as he fucked his fingers quicker. hitting all your spots with each thrust and making you see stars while he sucked on the tip of your tongue.
he didn’t care that he could be breaking rules right now. did not give a singular flying fuck that mark could be looking around confused wondering if this was accepted. and certainly did not even mind when jake scored his third point. all he wanted and needed right now was for you to cum for him as many times as possible. he needed to feel you tightening as your euphoria made you fall apart in his hold. it was a pleasure that he got addicted to.
“you close baby? feeling good hm?” he didn’t even need you to respond to him. not when your cunt was doing all the talking by clenching and drooling down his wrist. sucking in three of his fingers in so deeply he could only imagine how incredible you would feel around his cock, but in reality he shouldn’t imagine that right now. not when his dick was about to practically rip apart his boxers.
“s’close hoon.. so so close!” you blabbered, brain completely shutting down as you couldn’t tell apart your orgasm and overstimulation anymore. all you could feel and process was the unbelievable amount of pure ecstatic pleasure rushing throughout your whole body so wonderfully that it had you digging your nails into his back. your legs going numb under you as your knot tightened and tightened for the fourth time. almost done.
“come on, babydoll. cum for me like the good girl that you are.” he whispered against your neck and that was enough for you to squirt around his fingers again. he kept fucking into you, riding out your orgasm as your throat was no longer able to produce any noises, only soft whispers of pleads reaching sunghoon’s ear as he scored his fourth point easily.
he kissed along your jawline when he stilled his fingers inside of you, “please what, pretty girl?” he asked, already having a fleeting wild thought in his head that he discarded because he might actually lose his sanit— “i need your cock please. please for the last one, please fuck me.” holy fuck.
“three minutes and fifty six seconds in! four points for sunghoon and three for jaey— why are you taking your pants o?—“ mark’s voice became unreasonably loud towards the end but sunghoon was on a mission.
five squirts is five squirts. a hundred dollar bill is a hundred dollar bill. he’s not about to lose any of this because he didn’t push his cock into a pretty little hole like yours. no he was about to make his win a double win.
sunghoon pushed down both his jeans and boxers down in one go, his leaking cock springing out the tight pieces of fabric with multiple lines of precum dribbling down to his balls, thick mushroom tip that’s a fiery red throbbing in need and desire while your swollen hole gaped at him.
yeah he was gonna lose if he didn’t fuck you for sure.
“you ready, doll?” he asked as if he hadn’t spent the past few minutes stretching you out so nicely. you nodded so eagerly at his words. mouth watering at the sight of his veiny, thick cock pulsating so deliciously in front of you. he was so big. such a perfect size for stretching you out more.
he pushed the head of his cock in and god was he huge. you gasped around his lips when he gave you a few seconds to adjust before pushing his entire length in, bottoming out quicker than anticipated, but sunghoon didn’t care.
he couldn’t care less about the fact that he was fucking you in front of random people right now. why should he care when he knew he was going to bring you home by the end of the day and slither his way into your life after this? in fact, people should be glad because this will be the last time you’ll be seen here.
because he’s planning on having you in strawberry pink lingeries between his silky satin sheets for the rest of his life.
so technically, everyone should be glad they’re getting a show of you both right now. because it’ll be the last one.
“so deep hoon.. so fuckin’ deep..” you mewled, eyes shutting in pleasure when he slightly pulled out, barely by an inch before he thrusted back in. he felt the way your warm walls pulsed around his cock needily. sucking him back in with each movement as if they were not allowing him to pull out at all. so needy and so desperate to have something, anything to plug up your slutty hole.
“feeling good, pretty girl?” he asked, lowering his hand to press on the evident bulge that appeared on your lower stomach. the feeling made the two of you groan in pleasure, sunghoon was fleeting through cloud nine. he couldn’t believe how he went on with his life for so many years without spending each passing inside your cunt. so many time wasted when he could’ve been drunk on the heaven between your legs.
“s’good! so good, hoon.” gasping out the new petname that had his eyes rolling back, he glanced at the timer that was held by a flustered mark, palming his raging boner through his pants and noticed “four minutes and twenty nine seconds.” yeah the game was his. he won.
he switched his position, balancing himself back on his legs as he gripped your thighs, wrapping them around his waist while he sunk his cock in deeper. relishing in the sight of you throwing your head back when he penetrated you so good. the tip of his dick kissing against your cervix harshly. and just like that, he began to pound inside of you.
your unrestrained moans tumbled past your lips at his harsh thrusts. body being lit ablaze with mind numbing pleasure that enlivened every part of you. a different, never felt before kind of thrill rushed through your being. a fervent sensation that you’ve never experienced, one only brought to you by sunghoon as he continued to fuck you. determined on making you crumble completely around his cock.
and his wish was about to be granted with the way your abdomen began to tighten. exhaustion creeping up on you along with an almost scary build up of your climax. you were about to get knocked out with this one and you felt it.
“come on, angel. give me another one. the final one, i know you can do it, doll.” he encouraged, pressing his hand on his bulge that disappeared and appeared with every one of his thrusts, his large hand applying the perfect amount of pressure to have your head spin again. seconds away from cumming on his cock for the first time. his tip pressed and massaged all of your spots perfectly. “it’s right here, isn’t it? this is where you’re weak for me.” he chuckled.
you were slowly losing consciousness at this rate, body burning with euphoria that flashed through your limbs. “f-fuck i’m s’close! hoon— fuck!” you screamed his name as you felt your pleasure crashing down on you for the fifth time. walls tightening and clenching mercilessly making sunghoon hiss in pain while you squirted all over his abdomen.
the pressure from your orgasm made it hard for him to thrust back, but he continued. “and five points for sunghoon! at four minutes and fifty one seconds! park sunghoon is the winner of the pussy eating competition!” a new voice cheered from behind him, one that belonged to a taller manager that appeared since mark had to leave for a quick and ‘urgent’ bathroom break, making his best friend, johnny announce the winner.
but did the winner in question care right now? not really.
ignoring jake’s protests of disappointment and the sounds of his girl comforting him and finding him being upset adorable, also ignoring jake’s yells of shock and disbelief when he looked over and realised that sunghoon was currently balls deep inside of his girl. “i didn’t know you could literally fuck?!” he practically screamed at johnny as his girl tried to hold him back from jumping the taller guy.
yet all of this, went unnoticed by both you and sunghoon. who was now chasing his own pleasure inside of your divine pussy that kept trying to push him out while your back arched in his hold, pushing your chest against his as your body shook with complete overstimulation. he buried himself so deep inside of you, wrapping his arms around your shoulders as he hugged you when he pressed his tip against your cervix entirely before shooting his load inside of you.
both of you groaned in pleasure, sunghoon whimpering your name as his climax came down on him with intense ecstasy that coursed through his body. each nerve ending of his blazing with fire while his mind melted. you felt so unreal.
he finally came down from his high, allowing the two of you to catch your breaths as he was rooted still so deep inside of you. “you okay, doll?” he mumbled lowly only for you to hear, panting on your skin while you nodded tiredly, eyes clearly droopy and sleepy making him chuckle. finding all of your expressions so adorable.
“you did so good for me, little girl.” he kissed your lips, savouring the taste of you on his tongue and lips before he gently pulled away. pulling his softening length out and quickly fixing his clothing before grabbing your discarded towel to help clean you up. unaware of the fact that there was a looming, pissed jaeyun behind him like his shadow.
“what the fuck sunghoon!?” he suddenly yelled, making the two of you jump in surprise before you tiredly looked over and sunghoon angrily turned around. “the fuck are you yelling for?” he furrowed his eyebrows, seriously what was this dude thinking right now?
“you cheated!” he pointed his finger, eyes wide with the accusation as sunghoon only glanced at him one more time before returning to assist you. “didn’t he basically cheat?!” the shorter one turned around to face johnny who was too busy flirting with the next contestants, “yeah yeah you could do anything as long as you make the girl squirt, sim” he waved him off.
“why the fuck am i just knowing this?!”
at the end of the competition, sunghoon— as predicted won. he walked out of that place with not only an upset jaeyun and a hundred dollar bill, but also the love of his life.
a,note. thanks for reading !! (⺣◡⺣)♡
I DON’T HATE YOU THOUGH? — PARK SUNGHOON
[📔] — academic rivals to lovers text with sunghoon. mentions of fainting, not eating, overworking, fevers.
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© JUYEOZ
in this economy? (part 1)
summary: you needed money. he needed a fake girlfriend. easy deal, right? except he’s your best friend’s boss. and you’re one minor inconvenience away from setting something on fire. he’s cold, rich, emotionally unavailable. you’re loud, broke, and very good at pretending this isn’t slowly turning real.
genre: fluff | fake dating
characters: ceo!heeseung x f! broke ass reader
words: 12k?
warnings: none in this part
a/n: damn didnt know tumblr had a word limit so heres a 2 parter i didnt realise would be a 2 parter
part 2
You were in your final year of college, living what could only be described as the off-brand version of Hannah Montana. Two jobs, endless assignments, zero glam. You had the double life down—student by day, overworked part-timer by night—except instead of rocking out on stage, you were rocking a polyester apron and a mild caffeine addiction.
Despite working like a hamster on an espresso wheel, your bank account stayed somewhere between “embarrassing” and “haunted.” Thanks, student loans. They followed you like an ex who couldn’t take a hint—except this one charged interest and occasionally sent you emails that made your eye twitch.
Still, you powered through. Broke, yes. Sleep-deprived, absolutely. But functioning? Debatable.
Fortunately, your best friend Jake—resident golden boy, and somehow always suspiciously well-rested—had just landed a Big Boy Job. He was now the personal assistant to the Lee Heeseung. Which sounded impressive… you guessed. You wished someone had warned you what a big deal this guy was, but no one did. You didn’t know. You really didn’t.
You were three bites deep into your third roll of bread, barely chewing anymore. It wasn’t about manners—it was about survival. Tuition was due, your rent deadline loomed like a jump scare, and your bank account balance looked like a bad joke.
Jake sat across from you at the glossy conference room table, watching you with an expression that landed somewhere between mild horror and disbelief.
“Slow down,” he said, nudging the breadbasket just out of your reach. “The bread’s not running anywhere.”
You glared at him, a crust still stuck to your bottom lip. “Easy for you to say. You’re not living on instant noodles and silent sobbing.”
He wrinkled his nose. “You literally had coffee and a spoonful of peanut butter for breakfast.”
“Because I couldn't afford a second spoonful.”
Flipping through your notes with one hand and clutching a half-eaten roll with the other, you tried to cram half a semester’s worth of marketing strategy into your already overloaded brain. You were multitasking. Efficient. A legend, if legends were broke and hungry.
Jake looked personally offended. “This is a workplace, you know. There are millionaires walking around here. You’re dropping crumbs on a seven-thousand-dollar chair.”
You paused mid-bite. “Seven what now?”
He tossed you a napkin with the kind of disappointment only a best friend could perfect. “Just—try not to look like a starving Dickens orphan if my boss walks in.”
You frowned. “Your boss?”
And that’s when the air changed—like a cold draft had slinked in through invisible cracks. Jake straightened. The playful glint in his eyes flickered out.
Speak of the devil in designer slacks.
The door creaked open, and in walked the heir to Luxen Technologies: Lee Heeseung.
Cold. Polished. Annoyingly symmetrical.
You promptly choked on your bread.
"That's your... boss?" you asked, staring as the man strolled in like he was walking on a Calvin Klein runway in slow motion, his coat flaring just slightly, hair annoyingly perfect.
Sure, he was good-looking. Objectively. Like, if you had a dollar for every sharp angle on his face, you could maybe afford two spoonfuls of peanut butter.
But you didn’t have time for men. You barely had time for yourself.
Here you were, fully dependent on your best friend and roommate’s snack stash and corporate pantry privileges, inhaling free carbs like your life depended on it—which, honestly, it kind of did. This had become your daily routine: roll out of bed, survive uni, raid Jake’s office for bread and maybe some emotional support tea every morning.
Jake sighed, already bracing for impact like someone who'd lived through this exact scenario too many times. “Look, you have to leave before he comes over and kicks you out.”
You snorted, entirely unbothered, and waved him off like he was being dramatic—which, to be fair, he usually was. Reaching for another roll from the meticulously arranged snack spread (which you were absolutely not supposed to touch), you said breezily, “He wouldn’t do that. Right?”
Jake didn't answer immediately. Instead, he gave you the kind of look reserved for people about to learn something the hard way. “He’s kicked people out for less,” he muttered, casting a wary glance at the growing constellation of crumbs you were generously distributing across the sleek, glass conference table—like you were decorating it for a carb-themed holiday.
Your chewing slowed. “Oh,” you said, mid-bite, hand frozen halfway to your mouth.
Silence.
The kind of silence that prickled.
Something shifted in the air, and you felt it—like animals sensing a predator approaching. You turned your head slowly.
And there he was.
Lee Heeseung. In the flesh. A few steps away and looking like he’d just walked into a crime scene. He was tall, sharp, and immaculately put-together, holding a tablet in one hand like it offended him. His eyes scanned the table, then landed on you—the uninvited guest currently mid-chew, hoarding bread rolls like it was your last meal.
If disapproval had a face, his was it.
Your brain, bless its useless soul, screamed: Run.
Your stomach had other plans: Finish the bread first.
And your hands? They casually reached for two more rolls while maintaining steady eye contact with the most terrifyingly attractive man you’d ever seen.
Honestly, if you were going to get kicked out, you might as well be full.
You glanced at Jake. With as much dignity as one could muster while chewing, you gave a dramatic bow, wiping a suspicious smear of butter off your cheek with the back of your sleeve. “Good day, Mr. Sim. I shall see you again tomorrow. Absolutely lovely businessy chat. So productive. Okay. Bye now.”
Jake snorted. Loudly. But you ignored him, choosing instead to hoist your laptop bag like a makeshift shield, holding it in front of your face in an attempt to avoid the burning scrutiny of one Lee Heeseung. Eye contact was the enemy. Recognition was a death sentence. And above all else: pantry access must be preserved.
If he ever put two and two together—that the very person chewing her way through his conference table like a feral carb-goblin was you—you were done for.
Goodbye, free bread. Goodbye, Jake’s fancy office snacks. Goodbye, dignity… not that there was much left to begin with.
You began edging toward the door, sidestepping like a raccoon caught red-pawed in the middle of a kitchen raid, trying not to look suspicious. Which only made you look so much more suspicious. And to make matters worse, the more you tried to vanish, the longer Heeseung stared.
His eyes followed you with a slow, assessing calm—like a predator trying to decide whether the strange creature in his territory was worth the energy to chase. He didn’t say a word. Just watched. Silently. Intensely. Unreadable.
Probably wondering who let the help in.
“Smooth,” Jake muttered behind his hand, clearly enjoying every second of your descent into awkwardness.
“Shut up,” you hissed, tripping slightly over your own bag strap on your way out, a quiet wheeze of panic slipping from your lips.
You didn’t dare look back until the elevator doors had closed behind you, safely sealing you in a metal box where embarrassment couldn’t reach you. Heart pounding. Mouth dry. Still tasting sourdough.
So that was him, you thought. Jake's boss.
And if he ever figured out who you were? You were screwed.
Meanwhile, back in the war zone formerly known as the conference room, Jake turned back around slowly to face his boss.
Heeseung didn’t look up. He was scrolling through his phone like none of that had just happened. “What time’s my meeting again?” he asked casually, thumb gliding across the screen.
“Three,” Jake replied quickly, slipping back into assistant mode with the smoothness of someone who really needed to keep his job. “Then another one at five with the UX development team. They’re presenting the wearable AI prototype.”
Heeseung gave a brief nod, still scrolling.
There was a beat of silence. Jake almost allowed himself to exhale.
And then—“Who was the girl?”
Jake blinked. “Girl?”
Now Heeseung did look up. One perfectly shaped eyebrow lifted just a fraction. “The one eating the bread like it owed her money.”
Jake choked. “She's just...she's my friend.”
Heeseung narrowed his eyes, the phrase clearly not satisfying. “Your friend. In my conference room. During working hours. Helping herself to my carbs.”
“To be fair,” Jake offered, voice cracking like a freshman in choir, “they’re technically Luxen’s carbs. Also, you don’t even eat the bread—”
“She wiped her mouth with her sleeve,” Heeseung said, looking deeply betrayed. “Do people do that?”
Jake had no idea if he was supposed to laugh, apologize, or call security on your behalf.
“She’s harmless,” he said quickly. “You won’t even see her again. I think."
Heeseung hummed, a noncommittal sound that somehow said everything. His gaze drifted back to his phone.
But Jake caught it.
A flicker at the corner of Heeseung’s mouth—so quick it almost didn’t happen.
Not irritation. Not disapproval.
Curiosity.
Almost.
—
Heeseung sighed.
It wasn’t that he hated his life. Far from it, actually.
He liked working. Loved it, even. There was something deeply satisfying about losing himself in spreadsheets, contracts, and a calendar so tightly packed it could give a scheduler heartburn. He was good at it—no, great at it. The kind of great that turned heads in boardrooms. The kind of great that earned nods of respect from executives twice his age. Even his notoriously competitive older brother and stone-faced father begrudgingly acknowledged his brilliance when it came to the company.
They weren’t jealous of his success—not exactly. Just… quietly resentful that their grandfather, the patriarch of the empire, seemed to have written Lee Heeseung in bold letters at the top of every metaphorical will, wish list, and family legacy blueprint. Heeseung was the golden boy. The prodigy. The one who could do no wrong.
Well—except in matters of the heart.
His grandfather, a man of steel nerves and silk pocket squares, had one tragic flaw: he was a hopeless romantic. The handwritten-letters, crying-during-Hallmark-movies, “Love conquers all” kind. Back in his youth, he had famously eloped with Heeseung’s grandmother after her parents forbade the match. It was the tale he recited at every family dinner like a dramatic bedtime story, wine glass in hand, pausing for emphasis with misty eyes and unnecessary violin music playing in everyone’s heads.
Now, he’d made it his personal mission to marry off every last descendant like he was casting a period drama.
And naturally, he took particular offense to Heeseung—the youngest, most accomplished, and most emotionally unavailable—refusing to so much as glance at romance. Not a flicker. Not a whisper. Not even the vague interest of someone who knew love existed in the same universe.
So imagine Heeseung’s horror when, despite all logic, he found himself distracted. Haunted, even. By the mental image of some girl with a mouthful of carbs, an unapologetic sleeve-wipe, and crumbs on her cheek like a personal brand.
Utterly ridiculous.
Infuriating, even.
There were precisely three things Lee Heeseung could not abide during work hours:
Unexpected visitors.
Long-winded conversations.
Family.
So, naturally, all three arrived in one dramatic flourish when the office doors slammed open with the subtlety of a wrecking ball wearing designer shoes.
“Seung!”
Heeseung didn’t glance up. He didn’t need to. That voice had the energy of a Broadway debut and the volume to match.
“Why is he here?” Heeseung asked flatly.
Jake froze mid-sip of his iced Americano, nearly choking on the absurdity of being blamed for something he had very clearly tried to prevent. “I told him not to—he didn’t even call—”
Heeseung finally looked up, just in time to watch the hurricane make landfall.
Grandpa Lee swept into the room like he still ran the place, all charisma and cologne, his cane purely decorative and his expression full of self-satisfaction. Former CEO. Founder of Luxen Technologies. Current full-time menace to his grandson’s blood pressure.
“Grandpa,” Heeseung said through clenched teeth, voice just shy of a groan. “You can’t keep barging in here every time you have a thought.”
“Of course I can,” the old man said cheerfully, already heading for the plush chair across from Heeseung’s desk. “It’s my building. My company. My bloodline. And also, you left Sunday dinner early, again, so I brought the discussion to you.”
Jake slowly sank into his seat, doing a decent impression of a man attempting to fuse with office furniture. He opened his laptop, not to work, but to pretend like he was somewhere—anywhere—else.
Across the room, Heeseung dragged a hand down his face, the weariness in his expression not from deadlines or meetings but from the familial storm that had just rolled in, all bluster and dramatic flair.
It wasn’t that Heeseung didn’t love his grandfather. He did. Deeply. He’d grown up listening to Grandpa Lee’s stories—some romantic, some insane, all borderline exaggerated. He loved the old man’s fire, his flair for theatrics, his unwavering belief in love.
But the thing was, Heeseung didn’t believe in love. At least not for himself.
Love happened, sure. It was cute in theory. Like puppies. Or those couples who held hands in grocery store aisles. But for Heeseung? The concept belonged in other people’s lives. He had things to build. A company to run. An empire to uphold. There wasn’t room in his carefully scheduled, emotionally vacuum-sealed world for candlelit dinners and grand declarations.
“Seung,” Grandpa Lee began, already digging into the contacts on his ancient phone like he was summoning a spell. “One of the kids—from—uh—SunTech, I think. His granddaughter—”
“Not interested,” Heeseung groaned, dragging his chair out and dropping into it like a man preparing for battle. He turned on his computer and focused all his energy on his Google Calendar, as if the overlapping blocks of color could protect him from whatever matchmaking scheme was brewing.
“She’s your age,” Grandpa insisted, swiping through what looked like a very poorly lit photo. “Exceptionally bright. Lovely eyes. Probably fertile—”
“I don’t care,” Heeseung said, without even blinking.
Grandpa Lee scoffed so hard, Jake briefly checked the air conditioning to make sure it wasn’t just the vents.
“Jake, my boy,” the old man thundered, turning to Jake with the dramatic flourish of a stage actor mid-soliloquy, “you best prepare an umbrella for tonight. The ancestors are going to cry from how rude my grandson is.”
Jake coughed behind his hand, clearly losing the battle not to laugh.
“Rude?” Heeseung repeated, eyes still fixed on his screen. “Didn’t you run away from your family to marry Grandma?”
“She was the love of my life,” Grandpa snapped, puffing out his chest like he was about to monologue about moonlight and destiny. Again.
“And didn’t you yell something along the lines of—what was it?” Heeseung pretended to think for a beat, then smirked. “Oh right. ‘Kiss my ass.’”
Grandpa Lee’s face wrinkled into an affronted frown. “You little—!”
He stood up so fast his chair scraped loudly against the floor, cane in one hand like he was about to duel.
Jake peeked up from behind his laptop, eyes wide, mildly alarmed.
Heeseung leaned back in his chair, looking irritatingly calm. “Just saying, if rebellion for love was good enough for you, maybe rebellion against love is good enough for me.”
“You’re twisting my legacy, you arrogant little–” Grandpa snapped.
Heeseung let out a long-suffering sigh. “I love you, Grandpa,” he said, not without sincerity, “I really do. But I don’t think—”
Whack.
The cane came down with expert precision, connecting with the top of Heeseung’s head before he could finish the sentence.
“Ow—! What the hell?! Grandpa!” Heeseung hissed in pain, one hand flying up to his hair as he recoiled in disbelief.
“That,” Grandpa Lee said, lowering his cane with the pride of a seasoned warrior, “was for being stupid. I may be old, but I’m not senile.”
Jake, valiantly trying to remain neutral, let out a sound that could only be described as a muffled snort, quickly masked behind his coffee cup. He was, unfortunately, enjoying this far more than his employee handbook allowed.
“You assaulted me,” Heeseung muttered, rubbing his scalp and glaring at the very man who used to tuck him in with bedtime stories about elopements and destiny.
“That wasn’t assault,” Grandpa countered, straightening his lapels. “That was discipline. You’re welcome.”
“You could’ve said something.”
“Where’s the fun in that?”
Jake quietly slid a packet of ice from the mini fridge toward Heeseung’s desk like a peace offering. Heeseung took it with a scowl, pressing it to his head as Grandpa settled back into the chair he had so dramatically abandoned.
“I’m not saying fall in love today,” Grandpa continued, voice a touch gentler now. “But open your eyes. One day, someone is going to walk into your life—and she won’t give a damn about your meetings or your title or your five-year plan. She’ll probably be a disaster. A whirlwind. And exactly what you need.”
Heeseung stared at him, unimpressed. “You’ve been watching those stupid dramas again, haven’t you?”
“I like them,” Grandpa sniffed, unbothered. “They speak to the soul. And unlike you, they have range. Emotional range."
Jake lost the battle with his laughter, letting it escape in a quiet wheeze.
Heeseung gave him a sharp look. “You’re enjoying this.”
“Not at all,” Jake said, already typing something into his notes app with far too much amusement. “Should I call Legal and ask about emotional damages from relatives?”
“Call a therapist while you’re at it,” Heeseung muttered.
Grandpa Lee stood again, “I’m not cancelling the date with SunTech’s granddaughter,” he announced, as if this declaration were final, written in stone, sealed by the ancestors themselves.
Heeseung groaned, already feeling the migraine bloom behind his eyes. “Grandpa. Cancel it. I’m not sitting around awkwardly sipping tea with some random girl—”
“Not random. SunTech’s granddaughter,” Grandpa corrected, his tone haughty, as though the corporate pedigree alone should be enough to send Heeseung into a frenzy of romantic interest.
“You don’t even know her name.”
“It’s something to do with the sun,” Grandpa said, waving a dismissive hand. “Sunny? Sunrise? Sunhwa? Something celestial. The details aren’t important.”
“Oh, I think they are,” Heeseung deadpanned.
“Seung.” His grandfather’s voice softened with a rare touch of sincerity. “Please. Just one date. One.”
Heeseung hesitated. Not because he was considering it, but because he was trying—desperately—to find a way out that didn’t involve disappointing the man who once taught him how to drive and also how to spot a bad merger.
“I can’t,” he said finally.
“And why not?”
Heeseung opened his mouth, then closed it. Thought. Thought harder. Came up with absolutely nothing. His brain was a clean whiteboard where excuses usually lived, but today, apparently, they’d taken the morning off.
He glanced at Jake. Still in his chair. Still sipping his iced Americano. Still laughing silently behind his laptop like this was a free improv show with catered snacks.
“Because…?” Grandpa prompted, eyes narrowing suspiciously.
“Jake?” Heeseung said, turning toward his assistant like a man clinging to the edge of a lifeboat.
Jake blinked. The sip of coffee in his mouth stalled somewhere in his throat.
Oh, no. Oh, no no no.
Heeseung’s eyes screamed Help me. Jake’s brain screamed Why do I work here. But somewhere between panic and pity, an idea emerged—terrible, reckless, and unquestionably effective.
Jake cleared his throat. “Because,” he said slowly, “Mr. Lee already… has a girlfriend.”
The room went still.
Utterly, impossibly still.
Heeseung blinked once. “I what.”
Grandpa Lee's gaze sharpened like a hawk spotting prey. “You what?”
Jake could feel the weight of both their stares, but he pressed on, fully embracing the reckless commitment of a man now in far too deep.
“Yes,” he nodded, his voice unnaturally bright. “He has a girlfriend. Very real. Extremely non-fictional. You just haven’t met her yet.”
Heeseung turned to him slowly, his face a portrait of stunned betrayal. “Jake.”
Jake gave him a tight-lipped smile. “Go with it.”
Grandpa folded his arms, skeptical. “And why haven’t I met this girlfriend?”
Jake hesitated for only half a second—just long enough for his brain to spin a web of half-truths and whole lies. “Well, it’s still new. They only started seeing each other last month. And Heeseung’s, you know…” He looked at his boss meaningfully. “Shy.”
Heeseung let out a sound that could only be described as internal screaming.
“Shy?” Grandpa repeated, eyebrows raised like the concept was foreign.
Jake nodded solemnly. “Very reserved when it comes to feelings. Doesn’t like to share until he’s sure. That’s why he hasn’t said anything. It’s still early, and he’s trying not to mess it up.”
For a moment, Grandpa said nothing.
Just stood there, his sharp eyes narrowing, gears visibly turning behind them like he was piecing together a very juicy puzzle.
Then—“It’s that… Bread Girl, isn’t it?”
Heeseung blinked. “Bread girl?”
The name rang a bell. Faintly. Something Grandpa had muttered earlier about a chaotic woman who’d been assaulting his company’s carb inventory with reckless abandon. Right. Jake’s friend. The one who'd been in his conference room. The one who chewed like it was a competitive sport and wiped her mouth on her sleeve.
Jake’s eyes widened in alarm. “You… you saw her?”
“She knocked into me on her way out of the conference room just now,” Grandpa said, nostrils flaring like he was reliving the moment. “Nearly knocked my cane out of my hand. I was ready to launch into a full lecture on manners and public decency—until I saw the amount of bread she had crammed in her arms.”
He smiled, clearly delighted. “That’s when I knew. She wasn’t being rude. She was just in love. Hungry and in love. My favorite combination.” And without further warning, he pulled Heeseung into a firm, proud hug. “Keeping my granddaughter-in-law well-fed. That’s my boy.”
Heeseung stood there like a mannequin in a hostage scenario, arms limp at his sides, staring over Grandpa’s shoulder with wide, blinking disbelief. His gaze locked on Jake, who looked dangerously close to either exploding with laughter or faking his own death.
Was he going to throw his best friend under the bus?
Apparently, yes.
“Yep,” Jake said with a helpless shrug. “That’s her.”
Heeseung opened his mouth to protest—but then paused. The wheels in his brain, previously stuck in panic mode, began to turn. Slowly, reluctantly, but undeniably. There was an idea forming. A stupid, dangerous, possibly reputation-ruining idea.
But it might just work.
“She’s… shy,” Jake added, already spinning the web a little further, clearly hoping Heeseung would not kill him in his sleep later. “Which is why she hasn’t been introduced yet. It’s still… new.”
Grandpa pulled back just enough to give Heeseung a squint of suspicion. “New?”
Heeseung hesitated.
And then, with the kind of sigh one gives right before jumping off a metaphorical cliff, he nodded. “Yeah. We, uh… only started seeing each other last month.”
“She’s still adjusting,” Heeseung continued, falling into the role with the grim acceptance of a man who’d rather fake a relationship than go on another one of Grandpa’s curated matchmaking setups. “Not really used to… all this.”
“All this?” Grandpa gestured around the office.
“The… CEO thing,” Heeseung said, waving vaguely. “The attention. The—uh—pressure. You know how it is.”
Grandpa narrowed his eyes further, scrutinizing his grandson with the intensity of a man deciding whether to believe a magician or demand to see what’s up his sleeve.
Finally, after a beat of silence: “So you’re saying the girl who wiped her face with her sleeve in your conference room... is your girlfriend.”
Heeseung nodded once. “Yes?"
Grandpa considered. Then smiled. “Well, damn. That explains the crumbs.”
Heeseung exhaled slowly, like he’d just avoided death by PowerPoint. “So you’ll cancel the SunTech date now?”
Grandpa chuckled, already heading toward the door. “Of course, of course. I would never interfere in true love. But now that I know she’s real…” He paused dramatically at the door. “I expect to meet her properly next week. Bring her to dinner. No excuses. And tell her to bring an appetite. There will be baguettes.”
The door clicked shut behind him.
Silence.
Then Jake leaned forward, voice dry and just the right amount of judgmental. “You do realize what you just did, right?”
Heeseung leaned back in his chair, groaning as he pinched the bridge of his nose like he could physically squeeze the consequences out of existence. “Jake… I’m gonna need your friend’s phone number.”
Jake stared at him. Blinking. Processing.
“She’s going to kill me,” he muttered.
—-
You were halfway up the street, your backpack tugging at your shoulder and your feet dragging after a long day, when someone came jogging toward you from the bus stop.
“Hey! Hey hey—!” Jake’s voice rang out, breathless but chipper, his hand waving like he was flagging down a taxi.
You squinted at him. “Why are you running like I owe you money?”
He didn’t bother answering. Just grinned—way too wide, way too bright—and looped his arm through yours, tugging you along.
“I brought you dinner,” he announced, tone suspiciously light.
You stopped walking, brows pinched. “What?”
Jake held up a plastic bag in front of your face with exaggerated pride. The aroma hit you first, warm and familiar. You peeked inside.
Your eyes widened. “Is this—Sue’s? As in the good roast chicken?”
“With the chili oil packets,” Jake said smugly, clearly pleased with himself.
“You went all the way across town?” you asked, mouth falling open as you cradled the bag like it was gold.
He nodded, almost bouncing. “And there’s more.”
You narrowed your eyes. “More?”
“I ordered your bubble tea too. It should be here any minute.”
You gasped, hand flying to your chest. “Taro oat milk with brown sugar pearls?”
Jake mimicked a solemn oath, placing a hand over his heart. “Taro oat milk. Brown sugar pearls. No ice. Less sweet. Just how you like it.”
Your face lit up immediately. “You’re my favorite person. EVER!”
“I know,” he said, leaning into you with an overly sweet smile. “Just remember...that I love you. I love you. Deeply. Eternally. Unconditionally.”
You snorted, nudging him away with your elbow. “Okay, drama queen.”
But then he paused. His voice dipped just slightly, soft but steady. “I’m serious. I love you.”
You froze for a second.
Your smile faltered.
There was something off in his tone—too sincere, too heavy for a roast chicken and bubble tea run. You turned to look at him properly.
“Jake,” you said carefully.
He straightened, schooling his face into something resembling innocence. “Yeah?”
Your eyes narrowed. “What did you do?”
Jake blinked, feigning confusion. “What do you mean?”
“You only say ‘I love you’ like that when something’s wrong. It’s your guilty voice. So what is it? Did you clog the sink again? Spill something on the couch? Sign me up for something I didn’t agree to?”
His laugh came out high-pitched and thin. “You’re being dramatic.”
“Jake.”
“It’s not bad,” he said quickly, holding up both hands.
“Oh my God,” you groaned. “What did you do?”
“It’s not illegal,” he added, stepping back slightly as you took a slow, threatening step forward.
“Jake.”
He held out the roast chicken bag like a shield. “Eat first. Yell later.”
You snatched the bag but kept your gaze locked on him, lips pressed into a flat line. “Talk.”
He scratched the back of his neck, clearly stalling, eyes darting around like he was hoping a car would hit him and end the conversation.
—
The door to your shared apartment swung open with a slam, and you stormed in like a woman possessed.
Jake had barely made it through the front door before you launched yourself at him like a sleep-deprived hurricane.
“YOU—YOU ABSOLUTE MENACE—”
“Wait—WAIT—THE CHICKEN—!” he squeaked, still trying to kick his shoes off as you flailed your arms with righteous fury.
You were half-thrashing, half-swatting at him with the plastic bag still clutched in your hand, the scent of roasted garlic and chili oil trailing behind every slap. Jake yelped, stumbling backward as he grabbed the nearest couch cushion to shield himself.
“IT’S FIVE HUNDRED PER DATE!” he shrieked. “WHY ARE YOU YELLING—”
“I’M YELLING BECAUSE YOU SOLD ME LIKE I'M SOMETHING YOU CAN BUY FROM THE STORE!” you cried, swinging the chicken like it owed you rent.
Right then, Jungwon’s bedroom door flew open with a bang. His hair was sticking up in all directions, eyes wide with panic, an oversized hoodie hanging off one shoulder like it had lost the will to live.
“WHAT’S GOING ON?” he demanded, voice still hoarse with sleep. “Is someone dying?!”
“HES A FUCKING IDIOT, THAT’S WHAT’S GOING ON!” you shouted, jabbing a finger at Jake like a prosecutor presenting Exhibit A.
From behind the couch cushion, Jake winced. “Okay, I understand that you're mad."
Jungwon blinked, processing. “Dude, what the hell did you do?"
"HE WANTS ME TO FAKE DATE HIS BOSS!” you screamed again, nearly vibrating with rage.
Jake raised a finger. “For money,” he added helpfully, as if that made the entire situation perfectly reasonable.
Jungwon stood there for a beat, then tilted his head. “...Is the boss hot?”
The entire room fell into silence.
You turned to Jake slowly, brows lifting. “Wait. Is the boss hot?”
Jake’s grin spread, lazy and far too pleased with himself. “You tell me. You met him.”
Your brain stuttered. Froze. Replayed the memory of a tall man in a dark suit, judging you with cold eyes while you stuffed your face with carbs like a gremlin.
“Oh my god,” you muttered, dropping onto the couch like gravity had finally won. “You’re all insane.”
Jungwon wandered over and sat beside you, already reaching for the plastic bag. “I’m just here for the roast chicken,” he mumbled, rubbing his eyes. “Can someone pass me a leg?”
Jake, still crouched like a man dodging emotional bullets, gently placed the bag on the coffee table like it was a sacred offering. Then he looked over at you, head tilted, eyes wide and hopeful.
“So,” he said softly, “can I explain now? No hitting this time?”
You stared at him.
He grinned anyway.
And unfortunately for him, he was still within arm’s reach.
—
You sat on the couch like a judge ready to deliver a life sentence, arms crossed so tightly your shoulders were starting to cramp. The look on your face could’ve wilted houseplants. Jake, for once in his life, had the good sense to sit on the floor at a safe distance, hands folded on the coffee table like he was about to pitch a startup you were morally opposed to.
Jungwon sat cross-legged between you, gnawing on a chicken leg and swiveling his head left and right like a referee at a very dramatic tennis match.
“So,” Jake began carefully, voice high and overly gentle, “first of all, I just want to say that I love and appreciate you—”
“No,” you cut in, eyes locked on him. “Start with the part where you volunteered me—your best friend, your roommate, your tragically broke companion in poverty—to pretend to date Lee Heeseung. The CEO. The multi-billionaire. Your boss.”
Jake opened his mouth, then closed it. Then opened it again.
Jungwon, through a mouthful of chicken, offered, “That guy’s scarier than my thesis supervisor. And mine once made someone cry over a missing footnote.”
“THANK YOU!” you shouted, pointing at Jake like you were about to sentence him to community service.
Jake threw his hands up. “Okay, okay, yes, I panicked! Grandpa Lee was in the office, demanding to know why Heeseung was single, and I didn’t know what to say! So your name just—came out!”
“Like a demon leaving your body?” you snapped.
Jake pointed a finger at you. “Also, this is kind of your fault!”
You blinked. “Excuse me?”
“HE SAID YOU BUMPED INTO HIM!” Jake practically shouted, voice cracking. “And he saw, like, four bread rolls in your arms!”
“It was three!” you yelled, scandalized.
Jake flailed. “Okay, THREE! Doesn’t change the fact that Grandpa Lee saw you, assumed you were stealing company bread, and decided obviously you and Heeseung were secretly dating.”
You stared at him. “In what world does that even make sense—”
“SO THIS IS YOUR FAULT!” Jake yelled dramatically, pointing like you’d been caught on a crime scene.
You gaped. “I didn’t know the old man I bumped into was Heeseung’s grandfather! How is that my fault?!”
“I don’t know!” Jake shouted back. “But somehow it is!”
Jungwon raised a hand without looking up. “To be fair, you did look suspicious carrying that much bread.”
“I WAS HUNGRY!” you barked.
Jake groaned. “Look, I didn’t plan this, okay? It happened. It’s done. And now we just need to go along with it for a few fake dates—three, four tops—and we’re good.”
You glared. “This is literally fraud.”
Jake held up a finger. “This is capitalism—and you get paid. Five hundred per date.”
You opened your mouth to yell again—then paused.
Because five hundred… times four…
Your gaze dropped to the roast chicken on the table, suspiciously thoughtful.
Jake leaned forward, narrowing his eyes. “You’re doing the math.”
“No.”
“You are.”
Jungwon didn’t miss a beat. “Two grand.”
“Shut up,” you and Jake snapped in unison.
You sagged into the couch like the weight of student loans had finally won. “He’s not even going to like me.”
Jake tilted his head. “He already noticed you. Asked about the girl who ‘wiped her mouth with her sleeve like she was raised in the wild.’”
Jungwon snorted so hard he nearly choked.
You exhaled, long and slow. “...Fine.”
Jake’s face lit up like a kid on Christmas morning.
“But if this backfires,” you said, pointing a chicken drumstick at him with all the gravitas of a loaded weapon, “I’m shitting in your room.”
Jake didn’t even blink. “That’s fair.”
Jungwon nodded solemnly. “Reasonable terms.”
—
As Heeseung always said—often, and with great pride—he wasn’t the relationship type.
Too much work. Too much noise. Too many unnecessary emotions clogging up the schedule.
People around him dated like it was a seasonal hobby. Fell in love in spring, broke up by fall, recycled the whole cycle again by winter. But for Heeseung? It had never been appealing. He didn’t need anyone. He liked being alone. He thrived alone.
He was an expert at sidestepping dating scandals. A pro at slipping out of flirty conversations with a well-timed smile and a conveniently urgent phone call. He could survive dinner parties full of “When are you getting married?” aunties without so much as a twitch in his left eye.
Composed. Controlled. Untouchable.
Until now.
Now, he was sitting in his office—his very sleek, very expensive office—surrounded by floor-to-ceiling glass, watching the Seoul skyline stretch out like a smug reminder that his life was supposed to be pristine.
And it was. Mostly.
His suit was charcoal grey, custom-tailored. His coffee, bitter and scalding, sat in its perfectly symmetrical spot on the table. His hair, of course, was slicked back with enough precision to win a military medal. Everything in his life was polished.
Everything… except this one absurd detail.
He exhaled slowly.
Jake.
Jake and his chronically reckless mouth.
This wasn’t the usual “Oops, I told the intern you’d review their pitch” kind of trouble.
This was “Oops, I told my grandpa you’re dating a girl you don’t know, and now she’s coming to a meeting at 2:30” kind of trouble.
Heeseung had handled high-stakes mergers. He’d stared down stone-faced investors and charmed half a dozen billionaires before lunch. But now? Now he was apparently in a fake relationship.
And paying for it.
Five hundred dollars per date.
He wasn’t sure which part offended him more—the relationship, or the invoice.
Jake had made it sound like she was some half-wild creature who pillaged the office pantry and vanished into the wind. Which… wasn't entirely inaccurate. But what Jake didn’t know—and what Heeseung would rather jump out the boardroom window than admit—was that he had noticed her.
Actually, he’d remembered her quite clearly.
Big eyes. Crumbs on her cheek. Confidence like she owned the place, despite clearly not belonging there. She’d looked him dead in the eye with a mouthful of bread and the pure, unbothered energy of someone who’d never been told “no” in her life. Honestly? It was a little bit impressive.
And yes. Fine. Maybe she was cute.
Not that it mattered.
Because Heeseung didn’t do feelings. He didn’t get involved. He didn’t believe in all that heart-fluttering, stars-aligning nonsense.
Cute or not, this wasn’t going to turn into anything.
It was just a favor. A fake setup. A temporary solution to a very loud grandfather.
That was all.
Heeseung leaned back in his chair, closed his eyes, and breathed through his growing irritation. He didn’t want to do this. He didn’t want to perform feelings. He didn’t want to drink overpriced coffee with some girl pretending to be his girlfriend so his matchmaking grandfather could sleep peacefully at night.
A quick glance at his watch: 2:27 p.m.
—
You were pinching Jake’s side like your entire financial future depended on it.
“Ow!” he yelped for the third time, swatting at your hand. “Okay, I need those ribs!”
You didn’t care.
You were terrified.
No—beyond terrified. Every synonym in the English language applied. Petrified, horrified, on-the-verge-of-spontaneous-combustion. Your heart was trying to launch itself into space. Your soul was threatening to exit your body via sheer panic.
“Breathe,” Jake said gently, trying to peel your claw-like grip off his hoodie. “You’re gonna be fine. You look amazing. Honestly, if you weren’t my best friend, I would've totally tried to kiss you by now.”
“You’re not helping, Jaeyun,” you hissed, teeth clenched, eyes wide and manic like you’d just seen the end of civilization.
“Right, sorry,” he said quickly—still grinning, because Jake had zero fear of death, apparently.
You glanced at your watch.
2:25.
Ten minutes until showtime.
Your heart was doing Olympic-level gymnastics. Your stomach was performing Cirque du Soleil. Your brain was stuck on a loop of elevator music and “what if” scenarios.
You looked ahead—at the sleek, modern glass door of Heeseung’s office. Too clean. Too intimidating. Too expensive-looking. Even the potted plants screamed, You don’t belong here.
The panic hit like a freight train.
Without thinking, you grabbed Jake’s arm and yanked him back, nearly slamming both of you into a very offended-looking potted plant near the elevator.
“I can’t do this,” you whispered, voice shaking, hands clammy. “I cannot do this.”
Jake blinked. “Whoa—okay. Deep breath. You can do this. You’re just nervous.”
“Nervous is messing up a group project. This is like—I don’t know—faking a relationship with a corporate cyborg while praying I don’t end up blacklisted from every job ever.”
Jake made a soothing gesture. “He’s just a guy. A guy in a very expensive suit with the social skills of a brick and a caffeine addiction that’s borderline medical.”
You let out a half-sob. “Jake, what if I say something weird? What if I trip? What if he hates me on sight and then cancels the whole thing and somehow calls my school and gets me expelled just for existing—”
“Hey.” Jake grabbed your shoulders, firm but gentle. “Look at me.”
You did. Barely.
“You’re smart. You’re funny. You’re gorgeous. You’re the only person I trust with this because you’re the only one who could handle him. Even when he’s acting like some emotionally stunted AI in a suit.”
You sniffed. “I hate you.”
Jake smiled, soft and annoyingly sincere. “Love you too. Now breathe, princess.”
You inhaled. Exhaled.
Inhaled again. Slower.
It helped. Barely. But it helped.
Jake stepped back and nudged you gently toward the glass doors. “Go in there. Pretend you like him. Pretend you’re not thinking about chicken. Smile. Look mysterious. Say something deep like, ‘I don’t really believe in love.’ He’ll be confused. That’s how you win.”
A dry laugh escaped you—half squirrel, half dying engine. But still. A laugh.
Your watch blinked again.
2:28.
Showtime.
You straightened your shoulders, fixed your expression into something halfway pleasant, and took a step forward.
Let the corporate fake dating games begin.
—-
Heeseung sat alone in his office, posture perfect, fingers wrapped loosely around a coffee cup. His suit was sharp, pressed so crisply it practically gleamed. His expression, as always, unreadable.
Except for the slight crease in his brow.
Because she was late.
He glanced at his watch.
2:31.
Not catastrophic. But still. He didn’t like being made to wait. Especially not by someone he was paying.
He exhaled quietly, sipped his coffee, and shifted his gaze to the window—
—just in time to watch a girl crash headfirst into the glass office door.
He blinked.
There was a muffled thud, followed by a dramatic, “OW, MY FACE!” and Jake’s voice yelling, “OH MY GOD, ARE YOU OKAY?!”
The girl stumbled back, one hand pressed to her forehead, the other still valiantly clutching a bubble tea with a bent straw and a leaking lid. Her dress was cute, her hair a little windswept, and her face was lit up in full, blazing embarrassment.
Heeseung stared.
“This is your fault,” she snapped at Jake, rubbing the growing red mark on her forehead.
“If you hadn’t roped me into this, I wouldn’t have walked straight into your invisible death door.”
Jake gasped, wounded. “My fault?! Are you blind?! The door wasn’t even moving!”
“I was panicking! I thought you were going to shove me through it like a sacrificial lamb!”
“You were already walking!”
“You said, ‘smile and act normal’ right before I hit it. What part of that was helpful?!”
“You looked cute! Until, you know… the impact.”
Inside the office, Heeseung remained still. Coffee in hand. Silent. Watching.
Through the glass, their chaotic little argument carried on without shame. You were waving your hands in frustration; Jake was holding your elbow with exaggerated concern, both exasperated and wildly entertained.
It was loud. Messy. Unprofessional.
It was… oddly funny.
A faint tug pulled at the corner of Heeseung’s mouth before he even noticed it.
Not quite a laugh. Not quite a smirk.
Just… the suggestion of something warm.
Jake finally spotted him and started waving like a man trying to signal an aircraft.
“Let’s go already! He hates tardiness.”
You turned.
Your eyes met Heeseung’s through the glass—annoyed, wide-eyed, bubble tea still clutched like a fallen soldier in one hand.
Heeseung raised his coffee in silent acknowledgment.
And nodded.
You swallowed. “Great,” you muttered. “He saw all of that, didn’t he?”
“Every second,” Jake said cheerfully.
You groaned and took a cautious step forward. Jake placed a hand on your back and gently—but undeniably—shoved you through the door like you were an offering to royalty.
He guided you across the room like a handler walking a nervous show dog.
“Mr. Lee,” Jake said smoothly, already shifting into his polished Assistant Mode. “This is my friend.”
Heeseung didn’t respond right away. His gaze remained fixed on his coffee mug, fingers tapping lightly along the rim like it was conducting an orchestra only he could hear.
You stood stiffly in front of him, hands clasped like you were about to deliver a public apology. Jake stood beside you with the smug energy of a man watching chaos unfold exactly as he planned.
Finally, Heeseung looked up.
His eyes moved from Jake to you.
To your forehead.
Back to your eyes.
“…You’re late,” he said flatly.
You blinked. “It’s 2:32.”
“Yes,” Heeseung replied. “Which is not 2:30. Like we originally planned.”
Your jaw twitched. “Psycho,” you muttered, just loud enough for a small god to hear.
Heeseung raised an eyebrow. “Excuse me?”
You straightened. “Sorry. I meant… yes, I know. Won’t happen again.”
Jake nudged your side and whispered, “Off to a strong start.”
—
The past five minutes were the longest of your life.
You stared at your feet. Then your thumbs. Then the floor again, like something might appear to save you. A trapdoor, maybe. Or the sweet embrace of the earth swallowing you whole.
Heeseung, meanwhile, had been staring at you. The entire time.
Not speaking. Not blinking. Just… watching.
Jake sat between you like a silent referee, sipping his coffee with the energy of someone watching a sitcom he’d accidentally created.
It was weird. Weird. Weird. Unbearably weird.
Finally, mercifully, Heeseung cleared his throat. The sound cut through the silence like a scalpel.
“I prepared a contract,” he said, voice calm. Businesslike. As if you weren’t about two minutes away from passing out in his office.
You blinked. “A contract? For something as—” you stopped, but it was too late—“as stupid as this?”
There was a pause.
Heeseung’s brow lifted. Just slightly. “Stupid?”
You froze. Your mouth opened. Nothing helpful came out.
“I didn’t mean—it’s not—I’M stupid,” you blurted, clapping your hands over your face. “That’s what I meant. I’m stupid. Please ignore everything I say for the next ten years.”
Jake choked on his drink.
You kept your face buried in your palms, wondering if anyone in the building would trade places with you. Janitor? Security guard? Plant in the corner?
Heeseung said nothing. For a long second.
Then, very dryly: “Good to know.”
You groaned.
Jake leaned over, voice low and unhelpfully cheerful. “You’re doing great.”
“Mr. Lee has written up a draft of the contract,” Jake said, slipping into full assistant mode, posture straight, tone clipped and professional.
You squinted at him. “Ew. Why are you talking like that?”
Jake glanced at you, then back at Heeseung with a sigh. “I’m working, you idiot,” he muttered under his breath.
“Oh. Right.” You scratched your neck, sheepish. “Forgot.”
Across the table, Heeseung bit his bottom lip—subtly, quickly—but it didn’t go unnoticed. His gaze lingered on you, and for the first time since you walked into the room, something shifted. His eyes didn’t look annoyed anymore.
Amused, maybe. Just slightly.
Dangerously close to smiling.
Jake cleared his throat, snapping back to task. “In the contract,” he continued, “you’ll find a breakdown of the terms—including Mr. Lee’s expectations, your responsibilities as his… companion—” he winced a little at the word “companion,” “—and a list of things you’re explicitly not allowed to do.”
You raised an eyebrow. “Like what? Wear Crocs in public?”
Jake didn’t miss a beat. “Actually, yes. Clause six.”
Your jaw dropped. “You’re joking.”
Heeseung finally spoke, smooth and unbothered. “I don’t joke about footwear.”
You stared at him.
He stared back.
Jake leaned back in his chair, sipping his coffee again like he was watching live theatre.
“Okay… and what else?” you asked, trying—and failing—to sound chill.
Jake cleared his throat, visibly uncomfortable. “Clause five…Physical…”
Heeseung looked up, expectant. “Yes?”
Jake made a face like he was already regretting his entire existence. “Do I… have to explain it?”
“Yes,” Heeseung said calmly, without even looking up from the contract. “It’s in the terms.”
You squinted at him. “Terms? What is this, fake dating or joining the military?”
Jake pressed on. “Physical contact. Mr. Lee has stated that there should be… none. Or at least not without clear, mutual agreement. No uninvited touching. No sudden… anything. Basically—don’t grope the CEO.”
You choked. “What?! I wasn’t—Why would—That wasn’t even on the table—”
Jake raised both hands. “I’m just reading the clause!”
Your face went red. Hot. Instantly.
You turned to Heeseung, eyes wide. “Not that I was planning to touch you or anything! Like, why would I—Not that you’re—okay, you are technically—”
You made a sound that wasn't even a word and slapped a hand over your own mouth.
Jake let out a slow, gleeful exhale. “This is so much better than I imagined.”
You groaned and sank lower in your seat. “I hate it here.”
Heeseung, annoyingly composed, glanced up at you. His expression unreadable… but his lips twitched. Barely.
You swore he was enjoying this.
You had been in the office for an hour.
One full hour.
Sixty minutes of your life you were never getting back, spent listening to Jake read through a contract like a local news anchor trying to make tax reform sound exciting.
“…Clause twelve: Should the second party—meaning you—be asked to attend any corporate function, you will refrain from referring to the first party—meaning Mr. Lee—as ‘my sugar daddy,’ even in jest.”
You blinked. “That… needed to be clarified?”
Jake didn’t look up. “You’d be surprised.”
You slowly slid further down in your seat, gripping your bubble tea like it was the last tether to your sanity. Your legs had gone numb. Your dignity had long since packed its bags and fled the room. And the worst part?
You still had to sign this thing.
All this—for a whopping two grand.
Across the table, Heeseung was unmoved. He hadn’t spoken in the last twenty minutes, just sipped his now-cold coffee and occasionally made a small note in the margins like he was preparing for a stockholders’ meeting instead of a fake relationship.
Jake flipped the page. “Clause thirteen…”
You groaned. “There are thirteen?”
Jake looked up. “We’re only halfway through.”
You dropped your head to the table.
This was your life now.
—
You had officially entered hour two of your Fake Dating Orientation.
Jake, your overly enthusiastic best friend and traitor to your dignity, was seated across from you like a talk show host who’d been waiting all day for the drama. He’d already gone through the entire contract. Twice. And now, unfortunately, it was time for the “chemistry test.”
“We’re going to do a little practice,” he announced, clasping his hands together. “Let’s see how well you two can sell this.”
You blinked. “Sell what, exactly?”
Jake beamed. “That you’re in love, of course.”
You visibly recoiled. “Oh god.”
Heeseung, seated beside you, didn’t say anything, but his entire body tensed like he’d just been told he had to perform on a game show. His fingers gripped the armrest, jaw tight.
You glanced at him.
He glanced at you.
Then you both looked in opposite directions so fast it would’ve given a chiropractor whiplash.
Jake leaned forward, utterly enjoying himself. “Okay. Pretend you’re on a casual third date. You’re into each other. You’re comfortable. There’s hand-holding. Eye contact. Smiles. Soft laughter. Possibly some light touching of the knee if you're really ambitious.”
You turned your head just enough to catch Heeseung already looking your way. Your eyes met. Instantly, you looked back at the floor.
Your cheeks were burning.
So were his ears.
Jake let out the loudest, most exaggerated sigh in human history. “You two haven’t even held hands yet.”
“I don’t—this is ridiculous. I don’t need acting lessons,” Heeseung muttered, running a hand through his hair in mild frustration, clearly more flustered than he was willing to admit.
“Clearly you do,” you mumbled under your breath.
He turned his head slowly. “Your face is flushed.”
You raised a brow. “Your ears are red.”
That shut him up.
For a second, the two of you just stared at each other. Not blinking. Not smiling. Like two cats waiting to see who flinched first.
Then you both sneered. Simultaneously.
Jake, watching from the corner of the room like a director overseeing a painfully awkward indie film, clapped once. “Amazing. So natural. This is going great. Really convincing chemistry.”
You and Heeseung didn’t look away from each other.
He raised an eyebrow like this was some kind of silent battle.
You narrowed your eyes in return, mouth twitching.
Jake clapped his hands together like a game show host about to announce the bonus round. “Alright. Let’s take it out there.”
You squinted at him. “Out where? Hell?”
Jake ignored the comment. “The office. The hallway. The real world. You two need a test run.”
Heeseung exhaled through his nose. “This is stupid.”
Jake raised a brow. “Should I just go ahead and reschedule that SunTech date, then? I’m sure she’d love a Thursday dinner.”
Heeseung shot him a look. “You’re forgetting you work for me.”
Jake smiled sweetly. “And you’re forgetting you need me to fix this mess.”
You, meanwhile, were sprawled on the couch like an exhausted Victorian heroine. “I’m bored.”
Jake turned, hands on hips. “You’re getting paid five hundred dollars per date to fake-date a CEO. Try to look alive.”
“Fine,” you groaned, hauling yourself up. “Let’s get this over with. What exactly do you want us to do? Gaze longingly into each other’s souls and whisper sweet nothings about fiscal responsibility?”
Heeseung rolled his eyes. “She’s really dramatic.”
“And you’re really uptight,” you shot back.
Jake clapped again, delighted. “Perfect. Just like a real couple.”
You both glared at him.
“Okay,” Jake continued, stepping into director mode. “Stage one: casual physical affection. We’re going for subtle intimacy. Nothing over-the-top. Just enough to make people go, ‘Hmm. They might be sleeping together.’”
Heeseung nearly choked on air.
You blinked. “I’m sorry, what?”
Jake gestured between you like a choreographer. “Heeseung, arm around her waist. And you, try not to look like you’re being taken hostage.”
Heeseung looked vaguely alarmed. “Do I have to?”
“Yes,” Jake said cheerfully. “Like you’ve touched another human being before. Preferably without looking like it’s a tax audit.”
There was a long pause.
Then, reluctantly, Heeseung stepped closer. His hand hovered awkwardly near your waist like it had never been introduced to the concept of touch.
You raised your eyebrows. “You’re not disarming a bomb.”
He cleared his throat. “You’re… shorter than I thought.”
“I’m wearing flats.”
“Still. Noted.”
Jake watched with glee as Heeseung finally, finally placed his hand on your waist—so lightly it was barely there. You tensed anyway. Because apparently your nervous system hadn’t signed off on this level of contact.
Jake turned to you. “And you, sweetheart, try not to smile like you’re being held at gunpoint.”
You bared your teeth in what could only generously be described as a grimace.
Heeseung glanced at you. “That’s your fake dating face?”
“It’s a work in progress.”
“You look like you’re about to offer me life insurance.”
You sighed. “Okay, let’s not pretend you’re Mr. Suave. You touched me like I’m made of porcelain and trauma.”
“I didn’t want to overstep.”
Jake, now leaning on the doorway like a proud parent at a talent show, was positively glowing. “This is amazing. I should be charging admission.”
You groaned. “Are we done yet?”
“Almost,” Jake said, eyes twinkling. “Now walk out there. Just a quick lap around the office. Arm around her waist. Maybe whisper something flirty if you’re feeling bold. Bonus points if someone drops their coffee.”
You turned to Heeseung, who looked like he’d rather be hit by a bus.
He glanced back at you.
You both exhaled.
And in perfect, miserable unison, you muttered, “Let’s just get this over with.”
—-
At the entrance of Heeseung’s office, Jake had—because of course he did—another brilliant idea.
“Let’s try a… scenario,” he’d said, eyes gleaming like he’d just discovered a new form of social torture. “Something romantic. Circumstantial. Like you just got caught in a moment. You know, one of those ‘oh, didn’t see you there, just happened to be holding each other and laughing softly’ kind of deals.”
You and Heeseung stared at him in silence.
Jake pointed to the glass wall just beside the door. “Over there. That’s your stage.”
So now, here you were—pressed awkwardly to the side of the office entrance, standing shoulder to shoulder with Lee Heeseung, the human embodiment of a luxury watch ad.
It was quiet. Too quiet.
“I’m gonna be completely honest,” you whispered, glancing up at him. “I forgot the plan.”
He looked down at you, the corner of his mouth twitching. “There shouldn’t be a plan.”
You frowned. “What?”
“This kind of thing,” he said, voice lower now, thoughtful, “should be natural. If we rehearse every little move, it’ll look fake.”
You didn’t respond right away.
Because honestly?
You had no idea how to make it look real.
You’d never been on a fake date before.
Actually, you’d never even been on a real date.
You’d spent your entire life chasing deadlines, side gigs, tuition payments, and discount ramen packs—love had never exactly made it into the schedule. Flirting was an optional elective you never had time to take. The closest you’d ever gotten to romantic tension was arguing with a vending machine.
And now here you were. Being gently stared at by a man with cheekbones sharp enough to cut glass and eyes like he was actually trying to understand you. You had half a mind to pull the fire alarm and flee.
Instead, you cleared your throat and said, “Right. Natural. Got it. So should I just… laugh at nothing? Flip my hair and pretend you said something charming?”
Heeseung smirked—actually smirked—and looked away. “You’re really bad at this.”
“I’m trying,” you hissed.
“I can tell.”
You gave him a sharp look. “Well, you’re not exactly oozing romance either, Mr. Emotionally Constipated.”
He huffed a small laugh through his nose, shaking his head. “Do you always insult the people you fake date?”
“Just the ones who critique my performance before the show starts.”
He glanced back at you then, gaze lingering a bit longer this time. “You’re nervous.”
You stiffened. “No, I’m not.”
“You’re fidgeting.”
“No, I’m—”
“You keep tapping your fingers.”
You looked down. Your hand was, in fact, tapping against your thigh like it was performing a solo.
“…It’s called rhythm,” you muttered.
Heeseung just gave you a look.
And for a moment, just a moment, the tension shifted. Slightly softer. Slightly less unbearable.
Heeseung exhaled slowly and said, almost reluctantly, “Let’s just… be still for a second. Pretend we’re mid-conversation. Look relaxed.”
You nodded.
Neither of you moved.
From inside the office, Jake was pressed dramatically against the glass, holding his phone up like he was filming a nature documentary.
You both ignored him.
Mostly.
Then, quietly, Heeseung said, “You’ve never done this before, have you?”
You blinked. “What, pretend to be someone’s fake girlfriend?”
He didn’t say anything, just raised an eyebrow.
You hesitated. Then sighed. “I’ve never been any kind of girlfriend.”
Heeseung looked at you.
Not judgmental. Not surprised.
Just… quiet.
And for the first time, you wished this moment wasn’t fake. Just for a second.
Then Jake knocked on the glass like a proud zookeeper.
“THAT LOOKS AMAZING!” he yelled. “Now do a forehead touch!”
You turned back to Heeseung, mortified.
“Don’t,” you warned.
Heeseung nodded. “Absolutely not.”
But when he looked at you again, his ears were pink. And this time, yours were too.
—-
The next few days were absolutely unhinged.
When Jake told you Heeseung was meticulous, you thought he meant the occasional Google Calendar reminder. What he actually meant was: this man plans your fake relationship like it’s a Fortune 500 company launch.
From Monday to Friday, he had everything scheduled down to the minute.
Monday
"Coffee shop. 2 p.m. Look approachable."
Those were his exact words. Not cute. Not casual. Approachable. Like you were a storefront. You showed up early—naturally—and promptly spilled oat milk across the table trying to jab your straw into your cup. It exploded like a dairy crime scene.
Heeseung just stared at you. Then slid a napkin across the table, deadpan. You muttered, “You're welcome for the entertainment.”
You made fun of his black coffee. “You drink it like a bitter old man who’s lost faith in humanity.”
He looked at your lavender oat milk iced monstrosity. “And your drink choices are one of a six-year-old’s.”
You laughed.
He didn’t.
But his eyes softened. Just a little.
Tuesday
PR strategy, according to Jake: “Be seen. Look adorable. Pretend you like each other.”
You: showed up in his office.
Also you: immediately raided the pantry and stole three muffins.
Heeseung watched from his desk. Said nothing. Pretended to type very seriously while clearly watching you.
You plopped down on his couch, opened your laptop, and made very dramatic “working” noises.
At one point, your laptop screen dimmed. Before you could even react, he walked over silently and plugged in your charger.
You blinked. “Oh. Thanks.” He just shrugged and returned to his desk. But you caught it. The ghost of a smile as he sat down. Like he was trying not to like you. Failing, obviously.

Wednesday
You accompanied him to a fake business lunch.
There were women in designer outfits, expensive perfume clouding the air, and stiletto heels you were sure doubled as weapons. They looked at you like you’d crawled out from under the table.You sat there in an old blouse your mom gave you, heart thumping in your chest, suddenly hyper-aware of the ketchup stain you thought you removed.
You fidgeted. Overthought. Considered hiding under the table.
Then Heeseung leaned in, so close his breath grazed your ear. “You’re doing fine.” That was it. Just those words.
And you didn’t remember a single thing after that. You just nodded and smiled and let those three words replay in your head like a calming song.
Later, in the car, you kicked off your heels like they’d personally betrayed you. He raised an eyebrow.
“A little dramatic, no?”
“I’ve suffered,” you whined.
He handed you a water bottle and rolled the windows down.
“You’re welcome,” he said.
You rested your feet on the dash. Caught him looking at you at a red light.
He looked away too fast. Suspiciously fast.
Thursday
You brought takeout to his office, unannounced.
He looked up when you entered, blinking like you’d just done something absurd. “You brought food?”
“Yes. Humans eat. Shocking, I know.”
You sat on the floor beside his desk. He joined you. In a full suit. Cross-legged like a model student, tie undone, sleeves rolled to his forearms. You offered him a dumpling. He took it. No hesitation.
You grinned. “Isn’t it so good?”
He chewed. “Greasy.”
“But good?”
He hesitated. “If I say yes, will you stop bothering me?”
“No.”
“Then yes.”
You pretended not to notice the way his eyes lingered on your face longer than they needed to.
Friday
You were late. By five minutes.
He texted: “Late.”
You texted back: “Cry about it.”
He didn’t reply.
You arrived out of breath, annoyed, hair windswept and bag hanging off one shoulder like you’d run a marathon to get there.
He just handed you a drink. Your favorite.
Didn’t say anything. Didn’t look smug. Just passed it to you with one hand and opened the door to a rooftop garden with the other. Of course he had a rooftop garden. Because he was secretly the male lead of a tragic romantic comedy and you were starting to hate how well the role fit.
You sat on the bench beside him, knees brushing under the table. “You’re so serious all the time,” you said, teasing. “Do you even know how to smile?” He scoffed.
“Do you even know how to tell a joke?”
“Excuse me—I am hilarious.”
“You’re… something.”
—-
You lay in bed, burrito-wrapped in your blanket, one arm tucked under your head and the other dramatically thrown across your eyes like a Victorian ghost overcome by mild emotional instability.
Your ceiling stared back at you like it knew.
And unfortunately, your brain did that thing it loved to do: play a full highlight reel of the past week.
It had been five days.
Five fake dates.
You were getting paid five hundred dollars per day to pretend to like Lee Heeseung.
That was the deal. The entire deal. Nothing more, nothing less.
And honestly? Not a bad one. Amazing hourly rate. Low stakes. You just had to hang out with a man who looked like a luxury perfume ad and acted like a spreadsheet given life.
You could do that.
You had survived retail during Christmas and three years of sharing a bathroom with Jungwon.
And yet… somehow, you were the one spiraling.
Because Heeseung wasn’t awful.
Actually—he was kind of…
Nice.
Underneath the sleek suits and emotionally stunted persona, he was… oddly considerate. The kind of guy who noticed when your laptop was dying and plugged it in without comment. Who remembered your coffee order after one chaotic spill. Who didn’t flinch when you shoved dumplings into his mouth like a sleepover buddy instead of a business partner.
And okay, fine. He was also really easy on the eyes.
With his annoyingly sharp jawline and those lips that were probably illegal in several countries. And the way his tie loosened around his neck by Thursday, and how he laughed—actually laughed—at your dumb joke on Friday.
You groaned and rolled onto your stomach, burying your face into your pillow.
“Nope. No. Absolutely not.”
You barely knew him. You’d been fake-dating for a week. You didn’t even know what kind of music he liked. For all you knew, he could be a hardcore jazz saxophone guy. Or worse—he liked podcasts about finance.
This wasn’t real. You were faking it.
Professionally.
And still…
You wondered what it would feel like to hold his hand with no one watching. No “scene” to pull off. No Grandpa to impress. Just… you. And him. And the quiet weight of something unsaid.
You wondered—horrifyingly—what it would feel like to kiss him.
Just once.
Just to see.
You smacked your forehead. “I need therapy.”
The worst part? It wasn’t even entirely about Heeseung.
You were realizing, in a slow, sinking kind of way, that your romantic life was… embarrassing.
Jake, your best friend-slash-chaos goblin, didn’t count. Jungwon, your honorary brother, sure as hell didn’t count. And your last date had been someone who said “let’s split the bill” and then left you with it.
You hadn’t been around someone kissable in a long time.
And now you were being paid to fake-date someone who might actually ruin your life if you let him.
You groaned into your mattress again.
At this rate, you were going to fall for your fake boyfriend before your first paycheck cleared.
—
Heeseung was not sleeping.
It was after midnight. The city outside was quiet. His entire house was dark.
And all he could think about… was you.
Which made no sense.
You had shown up in his life like a whirlwind. Unpredictable. Loud. Crumb-covered. You drank rainbow-colored lattes and wiped your mouth on your sleeve and called his contract “stupid” without blinking.
But you’d also fed him dumplings on the office floor—the office floor—which he’d never sat on in his life. But then you’d whined, kicked your feet like a brat, and said, “Just join me. Or are you too much of a rich bitch to?”
And that was all it took for Lee Heeseung—the picture of corporate perfection—to sit beside you, cross-legged, like it was the most natural thing in the world.
You’d teased him until he smiled without realizing. You’d let your legs rest on the dashboard and talked about nothing like it mattered. And you hadn’t cared who he was. Not the CEO. Not the heir. Just… Heeseung.
He exhaled, staring at the ceiling with all the enthusiasm of a man confronting his own emotional shortcomings.
Was he really catching feelings after five “fake” dates?
Apparently, yes.
Which was alarming.
He had spent his entire adult life navigating business galas and high-end blind dates with elegant, polished women. The kind who wore heels taller than his emotional range. He knew how to charm. How to play the part.
And yet none of them had ever stuck.
None of them made his hands twitch when they leaned in.
None of them made him smile like an idiot when they were five minutes late.
But you?
You with your loud opinions and easy laughter and tendency to steal muffins like they were currency?
You were dangerous.
And you were fake.
A fake girlfriend, in a fake arrangement, for a fake relationship.
And yet here he was—imagining what your hand might feel like in his. What your laugh might sound like in his apartment, in the morning, when you were still sleepy.
Heeseung groaned and dragged a hand down his face.
This wasn’t good.
He was supposed to be managing this. Keeping things professional. Keeping his head clear.
Instead, he was lying awake at 1:34 a.m., thinking about your smile and the way your voice got all soft when you called him out for being too serious.
God help him.
He was catching feelings.
And he was completely, utterly screwed.
part 2
TWO'S A COMPANY
PAIRING : heeseung x fem!reader
GENRE : smut, stranded/locked in together, unprotected sex (stay safe and use condoms!), cunnilingus, multiple orgasms, breeding, use of nicknames (baby, princess, good girl), mention of thunderstorms, the reader has astraphobia, mentions of food and eating, heeseung is an annoying flirt but also a sweet heartthrob, a lot of cliché scenes, mentions of karina and ryujin as your friends, mentions of jake, attempt at romance, lots of kissing.
WC : 7.2k words
SYNOPSIS : a night at the abandoned cabin with your friends didn't sound bad to you initially, it was a mere dare afterall. but what if the whole group bails on you and heeseung, the only guy you don't get along with, to spend the chilly night together with no way to go home in the heavy rainstorm? “fucking helps in production of body heat, y'know?” heeseung more or less offered. “yeah? i'd rather freeze. no, thank you.”
WARNING : 18+ content, minors dni.
A/N : hihi! ohmygod im finally back with my last installment of the trope series, it broke my record of my longest fic ever, again </3 i totally didn't write the smut in my college but i really hope you guys enjoy reading it! all likes, comments, reblogs and feedbacks are highly appreciated, it keeps the writer going :D iloveyou all <3
It was a cold friday night as your friend group gathered at Jake’s place for your weekly movie party, which started off my making three bowls of popcorn–the snack which was expected to be eaten even before the movie started.
Sprawled on Jake's bed, you looked at your friends—Karina sitting down with Ryujin, Heeseung yet to arrive and Jake happily munching on the snack as he sat next to you with a pout, not being able to decide a movie.
The weather seemed to be gloomy outside in contrast to the excited chatter of your friends in the room which was highly unexpected considering how it was summer. The roads shimmered in sunlight the whole day which drastically changed into cold breeze by night, making the leaves rustle and fall to the ground.
You unconsciously stared at the bedroom door, zoning out in the process until Ryujin snapped her fingers in front of you.
“What are you staring at?” she asked, looking at the door to find anything amusing but she spotted nothing. Karina smirked, turning to face you.
“Are you mayhaps waiting for Heeseung?” her tone teasing which made you roll your eyes.
It was just a question, one regarding the guy you would've sworn you hated yet it made your heart beat faster just a tiny bit, making you cuss at it for being so pathetic.
“I was zoned out. Why would I wait for that menace?” you scoffed. Karina exchanged a look with Ryujin, you didn't question it at all as they did a lot more often than expected.
That's when the door opened to reveal the devil himself. Your eyes snapped open to look at him, his hair was partially wet maybe because of the drizzle outside and which made his shoulders damp, him being in dire need of changing. Jake stood up with wide eyes, guiding Heeseung to get one of his t-shirts. What others failed to notice was the brief smirk he had on his face when he caught you staring at him just for a second. You looked away, getting the remote to find a movie for tonight, gulping down the fact that you got caught staring.
“Should we watch horror this time?” you asked out just in time for Heeseung to come and get comfortable next to you. He wore Jake's t-shirt which was a bit too tight for his frame, his toned body slightly on display for you all.
Jake squealed, looking at all of you with big eyes as he suddenly remembered something when you talked about the horror genre.
“Guys do you know about the haunted cabin?” he asked, eyes shining with anticipation but he got no reply and only curious eyes, which made him frown.
Everyone looked at him with a questioning stare, eyes urging him to continue his story. He pouted and turned to face you all.
“Do you guys really not know about the haunted cabin near the forest on the outskirts of the city?” he questioned, proceeding to answer by himself.
You guys still weren't sure, coming from a small town meant that you guys just had to know each and every street of your place, the town being surrounded by forests from the east side also meant that there were a lot of cabins around.
“I saw it in a video the other day—that cabin is said to be spooky as someone was killed in there but the body was nowhere to be found.”
“That sounds–interesting.” you spoke up, looking at everyone for them to agree to it.
Karina teasingly smiled at Jake, “Why do you watch horror stuff knowing well enough that it will give you nightmares?”
He scoffs as you all try not to laugh at the puppy looking boy in front of you. “I can stay there for the entire night! You scaredy cats cannot!” he spoke up, offended, making everyone laugh at him now.
“We all can survive it but I'm not sure about y/n, she's scared of ghosts.”
That's it, Lee Heeseung was back at it. It was favourite thing in the world to do—to tease you. The mischievous glint in his eyes said it already, he wanted to rile you up.
Heeseung had been like that ever since he met you in kindergarten, his purpose in life was to tease you which started in elementary school. He used to poke your back during the classes, steal your lunch on some days and even got you into trouble for ‘talking’ to him during the class.
Safe to say, Heeseung had been hellbent on making your life miserable, it was all a joke for him yet somehow your group always kept you together, asking you to ignore his harmless pranks.
“Ooh!” Jake jumped up, “So let's make a deal, I dare y'all to spend the night in the cabin, whoever wins and stays the entire night will get two weeks worth of my pocket money, what say?”
“I'm in.” Karina said, being the brave one and Ryujin soon followed the suit. Heeseung looked into your eyes, his smile only growing bigger, “I bet I'll last longer than y/n.”
You scoffed, “We'll see about that.” you turned to look at Jake, “Keep your pocket money ready for me, Jakey.”
Everyone cheered like a bunch of kids who got permission to visit the amusement park. After a minute of excitement, Jake put on Conjuring 2, immersing himself in the movie as he hugged the pillow to his chest. The light was dim, mostly coming out of the TV which made the room more calm, except for the screams Jake let out.
Heeseung leaned close to your ear, “You can back out, you know, baby?” his voice sent tingles down your spine which you very well ignored. Or at least tried to ignore.
You tilted your head to see how close he was to your face, “And why would I do that?”
He smirks, retorting with another snarky remark and a nickname which made you cringe, the argument rose to the point where no one paid attention to the movie but, stared at you both instead.
Your foreheads almost touched with how close you were and that's when you realised how childish you were being.
Heeseung smirked, holding your hand and whispering yet again, “Don't worry, baby. I'll take care of you.”
You opened your mouth to retort yet nothing came out so you resorted on smacking his head, making him yell out an ouch.
Jake watched the exchange with curious eyes, simply getting up, pushing Heeseung to the side and sitting down between you two, Heeseung being shocked for a second at what happened. Both your friends collectively slapped their head.
“What? They won't fight anymore!” he reasoned with big puppy eyes.
You gulped down, looking the other way while Heeseung did the same, staring away from Jake as the poor boy sat in between with a confused pout on his lips.
You had to prove him wrong.
You danced in your room while packing the essentials for your stay, some snacks and your nightwear, not forgetting to keep an extra pair of clothes for emergency purposes. It was a beautiful day outside, the sun shone bright—bright enough to make Groudon proud.
You mom was in the kitchen baking yet another batch of cookies which your friends adored. Your mom had always been like this, sending snacks even for the smallest of your picnics.
Your phone rang just as you zipped up your backpack, it was Ryujin. “Y/n!” she awkwardly coughed.
“Are you okay Ryu–” you asked as she cut you off.
“Perfectly fine, yes. I just had to discuss the seating arrangement with you actually.” your hum urged her to continue.
“So you know how the dance team has an event upcoming friday, right? The dance team has to stay back for a rehearsal so we'll be a tad bit late.” she explained.
“Oh—It's alright! I can wait with you guys–”
“No!” she exclaimed.
“Me, Rina and Jake can catch up later, you guys should leave first.” your eyed widened at her implementation.
“So you want me to go with Heeseung? In his car? Alone with him?”
“That's the plan, yes.” she says.
“He hates me, Ryu. He'll literally throw me out of the car and leave me stranded in the middle of nowhere–” you spoke, out of breath as your brain formed thousands of scenarios of what he could do to make you miserable this time.
“Y/n, calm down.” she almost screamed, muttering something in the lines of ‘he literally gives you heart eyes.’ But you were too busy running your mind for a possible escape.
You took a deep breath, listening to what she had to say, “We would have taken you with us but the car is four seater and you wouldn't be able to fit in with the bags on the seat.”
With a sigh, you muttered a small ‘i understand.’ You heard her sequel as she rushed to speak again, “Okay great! I've already told Hee to pick you up by seven so you still have three hours to pack your stuff. Now I've got to go, I love you, y/n! Bye.”
“I love you too, Ryu.” you chuckled at her excited tone but you also dreaded what the future held for you from here.
It was six thirty when the doorbell rang, you hadn't even called Heeseung to confirm your trip yet he was here, hugging your mother with the biggest smile on his face, mirroring that of your mom. Great, he's got everyone whipped for him, you thought.
He had been a charmer since he was a kid. Only, he tried to charm everyone else but you.
“You didn't tell me you were driving with Heeseung.” your mom asked with a smile, a smile that said she trusted him to drive you safely.
“Yeah it was a last minute thing.” you said, looking away now that Heeseung stared at you, a small smile on his face which screamed evil to you.
He followed you guys to the kitchen where your mom was packing the final set of your favourite cookies. Instead of handing them to you, she gave it to Heeseung, your mouth dropping at the interaction.
“Mom, that was supposed to me mine!” you complained with your jaw hanging open as Heeseung held the packet of cookies with a smirk.
“Y/n! You should share it with others too, you can get it anytime.” your mom said before giving Heeseung a smile, telling him it's okay for him to take it.
“Should we leave?” he asked you, his words so soft as of he'd always been good to you, A-class actor he had been, as he grabbed your backpack, carrying it to the car for you.
“Take care of her and yourself.” your mom said to him before leaving and he smiled in a comforting way, looking at you.
“I'll keep her safe.” he spoke in the most earnest voice he had ever used and you almost felt that he was genuine.
With a last good bye, he guided you towards his car, putting your backpack safely on the backseat as he expected you to sit in the front.
He held the door open for you and you sat down wordlessly, waiting for him to get in and drive you there as fast as possible.
You whipped out your phone from your pocket, texting Karina to tell her you're leaving for the cabin already.
She replied almost immediately, saying that they'll be free in two hours and would leave soon, meeting you directly at the cabin and wished you a good ride with a smirk emoji, which made you send her the middle finger one, closing the phone right after.
Heeseung sat down, starting the car engine as his big hands gripped the steering wheel. Just then he bend over to your side, his face right in front of yours which made you gasp and move back. He maintained the eye contact, the safely securing you with the seatbelt before he moved back with a smirk.
“What's wrong, baby?” he chuckled, putting his own seatbelt on before finally driving away from your home.
“Don't call me that!”
You sighed as he laughed. Such a great start to your trip.
Deciding that you can't bear to stay awake for the whole drive, you try to sleep, not wanting to stare at his face either, which looks a bit too pretty for your liking. His dark eyes paying attention to the road, his lip softly bitten with concentration now that he wasn't teasing you. Mellifluous voice of Ruelle played on the car speaker connected to his phone's bluetooth, his fingers tapping the steering wheel along to the beat, his soft lips singing along to the song in the lowest voice he could muster, yet it was loud enough for you to listen to.
The atmosphere awfully comfortable and calm, you felt content about it, Heeseung sneakily stole glances at you while your eyes appreciated the beauty outside. The sun was setting, the sky looked ethereal with all its colours mixing together, waving goodbye at the sun.
Temperature had dropped in comparison to the scorching heat of the afternoon. It had been half hour already since you left and the ride had been plenty quiet until Heeseung spoke up again.
“Are you hungry, baby?”
You rolled your eyes. “That's not my name.”
“I know. Baby.”
Ignoring the nickname and your fluttering heart, you said, “Yes I'm hungry.”
“Great, we have McDonald's right around the corner, baby.”
There he goes again with the name. It was enough to give you goosebumps and you weren't sure if you liked how your body was reacting to his tricks.
He turned the car, parking it in the parking lot, getting off just saying, “Stay here, baby.”
You stare at him, rolling your eyes. He didn't even bother asking what you wanted to eat and sprinted away.
“Why do I have to be stuck with him?” you asked to no one, muttering to yourself. You smiled slightly, remembering how he was singing the whole time, his voice sweeter than the honey, pretty enough for him to be a singer yet you would never admit that in front of him.
A knock on your window snapped you out of your thoughts, You open it up, grabbing the paper bag from him along with a drink.
Not only a drink, it was the one you loved. As for the meal, it was the one you usually ordered, the favourite one of yours.
You stared at it for a few seconds as Heeseung sat down, looking at you with a quizzical expression.
“What's wrong?” he genuinely inquired, his attention on you.
“This is my favourite order.” you said, still staring at it, heat rushing to your cheeks for some reason.
“Oh.” He let out, clearing his throat and looking elsewhere.
“How do you know that?” you tried not to be awkward about this.
“I–I don't know! I just got you random meal.” he stuttered and you smiled, knowing he can't lie to save his life.
It also made you wonder if he's this attentive with everyone in the group. Jake most certainly is not, he messed up your order despite you telling him what you wanted so, Heeseung knowing it made it even more puzzling for you.
Nevertheless, you started eating your meal, a small smile ghosting your face which didn't go unnoticed by him, his expression mirroring yours. Everything being peaceful again, in all good ways.
The rest of the drive wasn't that peaceful, Heeseung was back on track to tease your already irritated self, he called you all sorts of nicknames which flustered you, making you avert your attention by checking your phone. When that didn't work, he tried something new.
The devilish smile already told you that he was upto something, and he did. He kept his large hand on your thigh, the small touch sending a shiver down your spine. You didn't react for a minute, thinking he'd remove his hand on his own, but he only got more comfortable with you, giving it a light squeeze.
You swatted his hand away, “What are you doing, Heeseung?”
He bit his lip, happy to have gained your attention. “You liked it, didn't you?”
His question threw you off guard and you struggled while saying no.
Zoning out for a hot second, your brain ran at its fullest speed, thinking about his big hands inching closer to your core, cupping them and rubbing your clit–
You shook your head, denying whatever your brain was going through. “No! I d–don't!”
He chuckled again, his deep laugh resonating the car. You did realise that something about him was weirdly attractive to you lately. Maybe it's the way he paid more attention to you, maybe it's just the fact that Heeseung was a beautiful human to look at, even prettier when he sang with his guitar. You sighed, knowing you will get nothing even if you fall for him. He hates you after all.
Your mood went sour after the realisation that you may be having feelings for the guy sitting next to you, the guy who's been hellbent on irritating you ever since you met. Yet he was also the guy who never left your side. The weather outside seemed to have matched your mood, the grey clouds were out as the night fell and you were almost near the cabin.
The sight scared you as your eyes shut down, silently praying that it doesn't rain, but more importantly, no thunderstorms for you.
Heeseung seemed to have seen the sudden switch in your behaviour, him going mum, seeing you worried. He wordlessly held your hand, driving with the other one, you gulped, staring at your hands yet didn't make any move to push him away, the warm of his palm giving you the comfort you needed.
All you knew was you could trust him right now.
You kept your eyes shut for the rest of the journey, Heeseung's voice calming you down as much as it could. The soft jerk of car stopping made you aware that you had reached your destination, you got up fast, getting your backpack from the car and rushing to the big door of the wooden looking cabin.
Heeseung followed the suit, rushing to get the keys out from his jeans pocket, opening the lock to the cabin and rushing you to get in. He had two bags, one of which had a rolled up blanket, the only thing you had very conveniently forgot to keep with you.
The temperature had dropped drastically, the green big trees adding to it. A great day for you to wear a t-shirt. You sighed.
“How did you get the keys to the cabin?” you inquired.
“Oh–Jake gave them to me earlier.” he replied, going inside to see what the cabin was like.
Unlike what Jake had said, the cabin was fairly clean. You texted Karina, informing her that you've reached, safely at that, and asking when she'll be here. The cabin was big, alien scent of wood filling your senses as the whole furniture seemed to be wooden styled, the place also sporting a fireplace, which piqued the interest of Heeseung who had already begun to put logs in, trying to light the fire up to beat the cold.
The living room was huge and silent but also had a huge bed in place of what should be a sofa, only the voice of raindrops from outside was heard, alongside your quiet breathing and Heeseung's footsteps. On the wall was a huge bookshelf, full of books covered with a thin layer of dust, from Shakespeare to Jane Austen, all classics were lined up, put up in a systematic manner, yet no traces of the Supposed ghost were to be found.
“Woah.” Heeseung marvelled, making you look at him. He stood in the kitchen, the fridge opened as you walked towards him.
“It’s stocked?” you asked, confused. Your phone pinged just then, the connection was poor but enough to send texts.
RINA 💝 :
there's a thunderstorm outside, i don't think we'll be able to make it </3
YOU :
so im supposed to spend the night here alone with him? 💀
nvm im outta here
RINA 💝 :
come on, he's not bad and i know you like each other 😕
YOU :
,,,that's not true
RINA 💝 :
🤨
YOU :
im leaving.
You locked your phone, turning to look at Heeseung. “We should leave.”
“What, we just got here though?”
“Rest of them are not coming.” you informed, taking a step back, the air being cold enough to give you goosebumps.
You didn't wait for his reply, walking towards the door to escape this already, you wanted nothing more than the warmth of your blanket in your room.
Heeseung followed you, asking you to stop but, you went and opened the door only to see heavy rain pouring down, nothing else was visible outside. The sight made you cry, being stuck in a cabin in cold with a guy was not something you wished for.
He yanked you back in, preventing you from getting wet by the torrential downpour. You were shocked for a minute, just staring at the now closed door while he worked on the fire, trying to light it up as fast as he could to stop you from shivering.
You mood was sour as you waddled your way to the fireplace, sitting down on the carpet to absorb the warmth it radiated, Heeseung wandered at the back as you tried not to shiver, gulping down the nervousness you felt.
He kept glancing at you but, he found something amusing, an old gramophone player with tons of vinyls stocked in the shelf below it. Picking up one which he recognised, he put it on, trying to get it to work. It didn't at first but after a few positional changes, it worked. You snapped your head to see what caused the sweet melody to break out in the cabin, sighing seeing him standing there with a smirk.
It was a given, he always had that smirk on while teasing you and that's exactly what he was upto right now. Unfolding his blanket, he sat down in front of the fire, right next to you without sharing it. You sighed again, wrapping your arms around yourself, trying to get any kind of heat possible. That's when Heeseung spoke up again.
“What exactly did Karina say that made you run away, baby?” you looked at him as his eyes stared directly at you.
You weren't sure if it was the implication that made you flustered or the nickname, you remember what Karina said once, “Oh, he definitely likes you.” you brushed it off but, it suddenly made it a difference now that you were alone with him.
“Nothing that concerns you, Lee.”
He smiled, biting his lip.
“I think it does, baby. Just see how lucky you are to spend the whole night with me, alone.” he raised his brows, as if testing your patience.
You cursed under your breath, already hating the situation, how were you supposed handle his constant flirting the whole night?
“I'd rather be with anyone else but you.” you said, shifting closer to the fire that was big enough to provide you the warmth you needed.
“Tch, liar. Good girls don't lie, baby.” he smirked.
All you could see was how comfortable his blanket looked, it was enough to fit two people yet he had it hogged to himself, so much for liking you.
He saw your envious look and shivering body, tilting his head and asking, “You feel cold?”
“Well, yeah? I didn't exactly pack clothes according to this weather.” you let out, irritated about the fact that he still wasn't sharing his blanket.
Faint noises of thunder roared outside, audible even with the vinyl playing in the background. The sound making you clutch to yourself even tighter.
“Y'know fucking helps in creating body heat, right?”
He started again.
“Yeah? I'd rather freeze, no. Thank you.” you said, ignoring the uneasy feeling in your heart.
That's when a loud thunder was heard, making you scream and hide your face in your arms, sobbing at the one thing you've been scared of ever since you were a kid. You remember witnessing one of these as a child, seeing a big light flashing through the sky, roaring with the loudest sound you had ever come across. It left you traumatized, the small you cried for hours at that sight and the elder you does so too, just like what you were doing now.
Suddenly, you felt something wrapping around you, darkness surrounding your eyes as warm arms encased your shivering body, cradling you like a little baby. Heeseung had pulled the blanket up both your bodies, hugging you close to his frame, so much that you sat on his lap as his chin rested on top of your head as you freely sobbed on his chest. He knew how much you hated when it rained, it took him less than a second to react to it, embracing you as fast as he could.
You could hear his heartbeat. He gulped, thinking of ways to distract you, that's when he settled on one. Soon you heard a low hum which turned into soft vocals.
Heeseung was singing for you, from the very depth of his soul, his voice rose and swell, taking over the thunder's baritone as he sung 'butterfly' for you. Your frame stilled around him, processing everything that was happening around you, his larger rocked you back and forth, patting your head as if singing a lullaby to a baby. Only, the lyrics had a deeper meaning for you. Slowly, you wrapped his arms around him, your breathing going back to normal as his scent and voice invaded in your senses in all the right ways. You had never been this close to him before and you weren't sure if you ever wanted to let go.
He sang and clasped you tight enough to make you both seem like one person. You weren't sure if he held you for hours or for some minutes, all you knew was comfort—his arms were comfort.
He didn't let you go even when you tried to move back, calming down as the thunder stopped, only the heavy rain poured down. You tapped his shoulder twice.
“Heeseung?” your voice came out shaky.
Snapping his eyes open, he leaned back, his hands coming up to cup your face, searching for any kind of fear and hesitance, his thumb caressed your cheek on its own, him holding you so tenderly as if you would break if he lets go for even a second.
“Are you okay?” his voice trembled.
Getting a good look on his face, you realised how worried he looked. You were taken aback with his sudden show of affection yet you felt incredibly grateful for his existence here with you.
You nodded, keeping your own hands on his, looking away from his stare.
“Thank you.” you tried your best to smile at the bambi eyed boy in front of you and he merely nodded brushing it off.
You got off his lap, realising the position you were in. Your heartbeat rose again but for different reasons this time as you wrapped yourself in the blanket more. He coughed, trying not make the situation awkward.
The melodious tune of the vinyl still resonated the cabin as you both settled yourself in comfortable silence, aimlessly staring at the fire blazing in front of you. Lee Heeseung had been a sweetheart behind those pranks, it took everything in you to not smash your lips to his after he asked you if you were okay. Gulping down, you frowned thinking what his opinion on you would be. Does he like you like your friends say or is it just friendly concern he just offered?
Meanwhile, Heeseung was still careful around you, giving you side glances as he tried his best to figure out what thoughts your brain had been brewing.
Suddenly, the silence felt too loud to you, remembering all the times when Heeseung scared your crushes away, or when he ‘accidentally’ followed you to the same cafe you were going to, multiple times at that, or to the time when he punched the guy who tried to hit on you at the party. Was it all friendly or did he just hate you?
“Why do you hate me?” You asked before you could stop yourself.
“W–what?” he stuttered, not expecting this question to ever come out of your mouth. Hate? That's a heavy word and his heart physically pained to see the look in your eyes as you questioned him.
“Hm, you've always been adamant to tease me, to scare any human who'd take the least bit liking for me, getting me into trouble during classes, heck even my mom loves you enough to give you my favourite cookies.” the topic wasn't supposed to be this heavy yet you had tears in your eyes again.
“I could never hate you.” He spoke in a low register, yet his voice was firm and reassuring. You looked up at him, his perfect skin glowed golden with the fire he had set up in front of you both.
“That's the thing, y/n.” he started, smiling to himself before boring his eyes in yours, “How could I hate you when I'm in love with you?” he laughed at his pathetic state, waiting for you to laugh at him for doing so but he only got silence in the end, so he continued.
“I had liked you ever since I saw you in that little blue frock of yours, screaming at the others for saying how girls can wear blue too. You had always been so brave and I liked you as earnestly as a kid could at that age.”
You stayed mum, processing everything he was saying, your heart thumping rapidly against in your chest.
“Then we got a little older, I realised I shouldn't be feeling all of this so I ended up trying to chase you away, teasing being my last resort. It somehow stayed even as we grew older because that's was the only way you payed attention to me.”
Your lip quivered, eyes looking down at the carpet, not daring to face him.
“You grew up to be this talented young woman while I was and still am lost being the guy who's in love with you, knowing my feelings won't ever be reciprocated.”
He stopped, gulping his nervousness down for second. He had never been this confident about his feelings before and just the thought of rejection was enough to make him cry.
“I'm so sorry, I've been awful to you all this time–”
You pulled him down by his nape, locking your lips with his before he could say anything else. He didn't move back, neither did you.
The time probably stopped when it happened, neither of you moved your lips, it was meant to shut him up and you successfully did so, now moving back with a deep breath to look at him. He stared at you widened eyes, making you chuckle.
“You're an idiot, Lee Heeseung.”
You pulled him into a kiss again, this particular one was reciprocated by him, pulling you on his lap again as he moved his lips with yours, full of need and passion.
He'd dreamed of this for so long and the mere fact that you initiated the kiss was enough to drive him insane. It was all he wanted and more. His smile against your lips said it all, making you smile back as you tasted strawberry shake on his lips, the one he had while he went to get your meal.
You laughed, pressing your forehead against his, breathing the same air as him, his arms wrapped around your waist in a secure way.
His heart fluttered the amount it never did before, hearing your laugh, the one he caused, was hypnotic beyond reason.
“This feels different.” you whispered.
“A good difference, I hope.” he said, his lips brushing against yours as he spoke, sending tingles down your spine.
“Definitely.” you smiled, moving back to look at his glowing face.
You cupped his jaw, caressing his cheeks. His eyes never left your face, noticing each action of yours. Your traced his eyebrows, nose and lips with your fingertip, each feature of him screaming perfection. Heeseung was beautiful beyond words and even the dim lights couldn't disagree with that.
He picked you up, walking towards the big bed placed four steps away from you, his lips on yours again as he laid you down on the bed, getting on top of you, “Is this okay?” he asked.
You smiled at his demeanor change, highly wanting to tell him you've had more absurd thoughts about him than just kissing but, you just nodded.
He dived in to do so again, his tongue swiped along your lower lip which you gladly opened, giving him access to your mouth. His lips were warm and soft against yours, he slipped his tongue inside, breathing heavily with yours bodies pressed against one another.
You whined, your fingering carding in his hair, tugging at his soft locks, making him groan in your mouth. The smell of his perfume was intoxicating and the dire need he showed, his hands travelling around your body, trying to memorise each part of you. It all made you feel like you were the only two people in this world, no one else had made you feel this way before. Your senses never heightened to this point and it scared you because you had feelings for Heeseung.
Yet his smile made it vanish in a second, assuring you that it would all be worth it in the end. Soon, he was holding you like a baby holds his teddy bear to sleep, Heeseung was quite adorable with the clingy behaviour and, although it was new, you wanted to discover more of this side of him.
He had you wrapped in his arms, cuddling you while also laughing at the littlest movement of yours. The setting was ideal for you, his small back pats made you feel content, almost forgetting about the thunderstorm incident from a few minutes back.
Your laugh echoed again, you snuggling closer to him in the blanket, finding it adorable how he asked each time before kissing you, his ask count being five already.
“You don't have to ask before kissing me each time, Hee.” you smiled, pulling him in another kiss.
You had called him Hee, a name you never used before, a name that everyone called him but, it made
“Yeah? so I can kiss you whenever I wish to?” he asked as a challenge.
You hummed, saying yes to him, eliciting a spark in his eyes as he placed kisses all over your face, his hands gripping your ass to pull you closer, his knee separating your legs as he rested his between them, close to touching your core.
He kissed you again, way more passionate than the earlier ones, it made you weak in the knees, he was taking the control, squeezing your ass as you let out a moan.
He leaned back, kisses trailing down your neck, making you close your eyes and follow his rhythm, you gasped when he bit your neck with the least amount of force possible, the wetness pooling down your panties was embarassing since he hadn't even done anything more than kissing you.
“Heeseung!” you moaned softly.
“Hmm? yes, baby?” he asked, continuing to kiss and suck on your clavicle.
“Does the offer still stand?” you asked shamelessly.
Heeseung looked at you with a puzzled gaze.
“I'm still cold, y'know?” that's when it clicked, his offer to fuck you, for providing warmth of course.
His eyes widened by a fraction, seeing you being this bold was definitely a turn on for him. He wasted no time in throwing his black t-shirt away, revealing his perfect torso, faint abs visible in the dim lighting of the cabin.
“Is that what my princess wants me to do?”
You visibly shivered at the nickname, his breath hitting your neck as disappeared under the blanket, going down to unbutton your jeans, removing it and throwing it down the bed, his fingers were cold on your warm thighs.
The blanket was thrown to the side as you wanted to see each of his move, his hands roamed everywhere on your body, memorising each curve of your body as he placed open mouthed kisses on your neck, his hand tugging at the hem of your t-shirt as you got up for a second, removing the thin layer of clothing, leaving you only in your undergarments now.
Heeseung was infatuated, the sight in front of him made his heart swell, you looked breathtaking, just as he imagined you to be, or maybe even more. You held his hand, guiding it to your wet panties and he didn't had to be told twice.
He used two fingers, pushing your panties to the side to see your wet core. He smirked, proud of himself for making your body this reactive to him. It was your first time doing it with Heeseung yet it felt perfect, like it was meant to be the best with him.
“So pretty.” he commented, boosting your confidence whilst also making your heart race.
He gave it an experimental kiss, licking it right after, causing you to let out a breathy noise. He lift your legs, putting one on his shoulder as he pulled you closer for a better access.
The start was slow, romantic almost as he prepped feather light kisses on your inner thighs, soon shifting them to your dripping core, kissing it giving it teasing kitten licks, his nose brushing against your clit, making you arch your back and moan out his name.
“Hmmm, more!”
Your moans were his new favourite sound, he wanted to heard more of it, so he escalated things by a smidge. How could he ever deny his princess?
He sucked your clitoris, licking and inserting his tongue in your pussy right after, making your toes curl at the delight. His tongue easily slipped in your core, making you moan pathetically at his attempt of fucking you, lapping at your juices hungrily, wanting you to fall apart on his tongue.
You bucked your hips, trying to get more of him in any ways you could and his hands pinned your hips down, him being stronger than you. Your legs shook as he spoke, his voice deeper than usual.
“So fucking tasty, could eat you out for hours, hmm.”
He hummed against your heat, the sensation sending you in a spiral of bliss, your friends weren't lying when they said that Heeseung was good at everything. Clearly, he was.
“Fuck.” you groaned, feeling a familiar knot in your lower abdomen.
It didn't take you long to orgasm all over his tongue, him lapping it up like a hungry man. Your arousal covered his mouth as he got up, kissing your mouth again.
“Such a good girl for me.” He caressed your cheek, staring at you with heart eyes.
You were in euphoria, your toes curled and mouth slightly open to breathe in more, for, the man in front of you was sure to leave you breathless.
“Tell me what you want, beautiful?”
His face was right above yours as he supported himself on his arms, his little smile urging you continue with your wants.
“I want you.” a whisper left your mouth.
It was like you saw a flip switching in his eyes, it burned with passion as he removed his jeans and boxers in a go. You could only stare at his body in awe, him pumping his dick to hardened it just the right amount as you gulped, trying to calm the feeling in your abdomen.
Heeseung looked godly as he lined up his dick against your wet core, teasing your entrance with his now fully hardened dick.
“Beautiful.” he breathed out, making your heart flutter at his praises.
Your wetness made it easy for him to push in, staring at you throughout it, trying to memorise each of your expressions, each of your reactions.
“Fuck, I love you so much.” he moaned out before he could stop himself and you just arched your back, the feeling of his big dick in you made your pussy clench around him helplessly, your body molding with his perfectly.
He pumped himself in you, his gesture romantic yet intense. It made you think if you'd be in a relationship with him soon, the pretty boy on top of you thrusted harder by each second, you wanted more, you wanted to be with him.
“My pretty princess.” he called you, groaning and twitching inside of you.
Everything was overwhelming, both for him and you. Him having the girl of his dreams crying out his name whereas you realising that you've had feelings for the guy fucking you right now, all along.
That's when it got too much for you, screaming his name as you creamed his cock, just as he came inside you, your fingers digging in his back with the need to hold him closer than ever.
He breathed hard near your ear, his head on your shoulder now as he felt himself getting hard again with the kitten licks you gave on his neck, and this time he was sure to be more fueled than before.
“Fuck, y/n.”
He grabbed your hips, slamming into you without any warnings, giving you the heat you needed all along and suddenly, the room wasn't cold anymore, it was filled with heat—the heat provided by Lee Heeseung.
“You wanted me, right?” he groaned sinisterly, “Then you'll get all of me.”
He kissed you right after saying that, you moaned in his mouth, the faint music still playing in the background with the loud sounds of your skin slapping echoing in the room.
He grabbed your wrist, pinning it above your head. The way he handled you made you cry out of pleasure. Heeseung was perfect for you.
He thrusted and thrusted, “So wet, hmm.”
You cried yet again, the thumb rubbing your clit making you see the stars, your legs shaking with the overstimulating approach he used. His jaw clenched, knowing you were about to cum.
“Hold it.” he demanded.
“I–I can't!” you shook your head, your eyes teary as you were in the dire need of a release.
“Yes you can, princess.” your breasts bouncing each time he slammed his cock in you, the action making your eyes roll back and forcing shut.
“Just a little more, baby.” he groaned in your ear, his thumb never stopping and his thrusts getting sloppier by second, his own release close.
You cried, tears freely flowing down your cheeks as he kissed him away despite his rough demeanor.
“Cum for me, baby.” he whispered.
Your legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him closer till you couldn't anymore.
“My good girl.”
“Heeseung.” you moaned, reaching the highest point of your orgasm as he filled you up with his cum yet again.
The cum spilling out of your pussy now as his body collapsed on yours, pressing soft kisses all over your face, making you giggle like a kid.
“You were so good for me." he praised, rubbing his thumb on your cheek.
“You were so good to me.” you replied as he let out a proud smile before kissing you.
He wasted no time in getting his spare t-shirt to clean you up, you getting from him and cleaning him as well, a small smile gracing his lips at your affectionate gesture.
He made sure you drank water, him placing pecks all over your face, it made you feel loved beyond words. You laughed when he shared the cookies with you, the same ones your mom gave to him. He repeated her words, “We should share.” and he feeded you the same with his own hands, cooing at you making you hit his shoulder. Some things would never change.
He also made sure to wrap you in a blanket, wrapping his own arms around you to keep you warm throughout the night.
Sleep came easily to you, the day being tiring yet Heeseung couldn't sleep. He stared at your sleeping figure, memorising everything he could about you. With one last peck on your forehead, he pulled you close, making you rest your head on his torso as you both drifted off to the dreamland.
You woke up feeling a heavy weight on you, making you unable to move your body. Your eyes fluttered open, seeing none other than your pretty bambi eyed boy sleeping with his head on your chest, his mouth slightly open, his cheeks making him look like a small fluffball, the sight was endearing enough for you to click his pictures, making sure to not to wake him up but the voice of clicking stirred him awake.
His strong arms held on to you tighter, snuggling close to you as he muttered ‘5 minutes more’. You chuckled at his duality.
He was the same guy who fucked you senseless last night, the same guy who looked like a newborn child full of innocence now. You shook him up gently and it took him a solid of two minutes to open his eyes, finally processing that he wasn't in his room, hugging his pillow but, was in the cabin, sleeping with you.
You hadn't expected him to be so adorable, with his hair all messy and a goofy smile plastered on his face, he said a good morning to you, making you mirror his expression and say the same back to him.
“I love you.” he mumbled sheepishly while you pecked his forehead.
“I love you too, baby.”
His eyes opened wide as he leaned on his elbow, “You called me a baby?” he smiled teasingly, you rolled your eyes and smiled right after.
“I did.”
And the happiness on his face after was something you'd want to see for the rest of your life.
You both packed up, Heeseung making sure you don't go without kisses every two minutes, he seemed to have grown an interest for your lips, saying how they were perfectly kissable.
Laughing at the fact that there was no trace of any ghost, you finally reached home, deciding to meet everyone later in the evening yet Heeseung was wary of the fact that he had to let go even if it was for a few hours. He insisted on pecking you thrice, running back to do it again, not having it in him to leave.
You pushed him away, embarassed and still not used to the fact that he loves you, your push did nothing to move his stronger frame yet he left with a smirk saying, “You weren't pushing me away yesterday night, girlfriend.” and the wink to sum it up.
He called you his girlfriend. The mere implication made your cheeks heat up as you ran inside your home with a small smile ghosting your lips.
Jake opened the door for you and Heeseung, who happily offered to pick you up for the meet, the poor guy confused to see you together, it being a rare sight in general.
“How was your dance rehearsal?” you started the conversation.
He looked up, “It was normal, we could have had it today but Karina insisted on having it yesterday for some reason.” he casually explained.
“Wait, what?” your eyed widened, meeting that of Heeseung's.
It was obvious that their plan was to leave you stranded there, with Heeseung for the apparent ‘match making’ and you were low-key grateful for that. Your feelings were long due to be confessed and you had to thank them for it. But, on the other hand, you were cracking your knuckles.
“Oh, I'm so ready to kill them!”
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cherry pits - psh (m)
this work contains smut - minors please do not interact
pairing. dad!sunghoon x fem!reader
synopsis. Your alarmingly empty bank account forces you to find a last-minute summer job so that you can afford a trip with your friends. The extremely handsome customer that comes into the store just happens to be a young single dad who's renovating the old house next to yours. The tension that settles between the two of you as you start helping him fix up his house soon becomes unbearable, but it's all one-sided anyway, right?
(Spoiler: wrong.)
genre. DILF AUUUUUUUUU!!!!!!, neighbors au, s2l, summer au, slight age gap (reader is 21 and hoon 26), reader is so down bad over sunghoon its actually crazy but also extremely relatable cause this is sunghoon we're talking about, fluff and smut, sex gets freakyyy ngl
word count. 12.9k
a/n. hey sisters had no time to write anything this week so i am coming back (everybody boos) with a repost yayyy!!! i actually love this story idkw i just find it fun so i hope you guys will enjoy rereading / reading it !!!! as always let me know ur thoughts.. even if they're just incomprehensible screaming (bad or good).. im happy w anything ok bye!!!
You’ve always wondered about the ratio of cherry to pit. Such a big pit for so little flesh, isn’t it? Yet that’s never stopped you from biting into the small fruit, eating what you could and spitting out the unwanted part. You actually rather enjoy this whole process. Bite, eat, spit. You could repeat this with huge bowls of cherries at a time until they upset your stomach and you had to stop for your own good.
Bite, eat, spit is exactly what you’re doing when, with a trembling finger, you finally brave to open your banking app and check your balance. It’s the beginning of summer, and after two semesters of intense studying and too-much-coffee drinking, you think you deserve three long months of doing nothing but hanging out in your childhood bedroom and eating the food your parents buy and make. You’re especially looking forward to the vacation in Mexico you have planned with your friends at the end of August.
One look at your bank account and your dreams of white beaches and seas so blue you couldn’t tell them apart from the sky shatter around you, the sad, low numbers on the screen sneering at you mockingly. You were sure you had saved enough money from part-time jobs and generous relatives, but now you regret all of those night-outs and lazy takeaways. If you had cut down on those, maybe you wouldn’t have to go through the hassle of finding a summer job at the last minute, which you would definitely have to do if you wanted to eat something on that dear beach of yours and not just starve to death under the glaring sun.
That was it - tomorrow, you’d go and get a job. Today, however, you’d enjoy your last day of respite and eat some more cherries, or maybe make some jam and a pie so your parents wouldn’t chide you for eating them all, and then go pick some more from the three trees in your backyard. You’d sit outside, enjoying the warmth of the sun while you read or, if you couldn’t be asked, while you listened to the bustle of the old and worn-down house next door being renovated. You’re surprised someone had the courage to buy it and give it a new life, but you assume that’s the kind of courage that comes with having time and money.
Yesterday night, you’d heard a little girl playing outside until her mom called her in saying it was time to go, so you made up a story of your neighbors being newlyweds that had decided they’d had enough of the city and wanted to raise their daughter in a calmer town far from busy streets and loud honks. You could bring them some cherries, maybe in jam or pie form, as a housewarming gift.
Unfortunately, the day passed and you were too busy doing nothing to actually get around to baking, so you decided to do nothing some more and then go to bed, needing rest before your big job hunt.
You’d gravely overestimated the amount of job opportunities in your small hometown, only receiving apologetic looks from the store owners as they tell you they don’t need any help, or worse, already have someone. Damn those 16-year-olds who only get summer jobs so they can blow their whole pay in a couple weeks before school starts again. You, on the other hand, need that money for important things, like sipping on a cocktail at a bar with a seaview.
The local hardware store next to the train station is your saving grace. It looks quite small from the outside, but once you step inside, rows of lamps and mirrors in all shapes and sizes along with all kinds of household needs welcome you, followed by a section for gardening and pet caretaking. The basement is where all the paints and brushes were, as well as the more technical (technical to you, at least) products, like bolts and tools or kitchen and bathroom appliances.
A lot of people undertake renovations in their homes during their free time in the summer, so it’s important for the store to have their experts helping out customers in their dedicated aisles rather than working behind the till and restocking the shelves, which is what you will be doing for the next two months. The pay is slightly above minimum wage and with twenty-one hours of work a week, you’ll earn more than enough to enjoy your vacation. You start tomorrow.
Your co-workers are happy to welcome a new face into their team. They’re nice even if they have the tendency to drone on about different types of tools and the importance of choosing the right brush for the surface you’re painting, which you don’t particularly care about, but you think you might as well learn as much as you can during your time here; it might always come in handy later.
As you expected, it isn’t the most stimulating job ever, but you aren’t bored out of your mind either. You make small talk with customers as they explain their purchases, some more defensively than others, even if you didn’t ask. You make sure to restock the shelves correctly and sometimes ask for help when you feel your arms giving out after hours of carrying heavy stuff. When no one’s in, you like to rearrange the cute bathroom decorations so that they make a little rainbow of toothbrush and soap holders.
You were daydreaming about what you would do with your friends in Mexico and all the cherries you could eat there when a man so handsome you thought he was a part of your dream walks in. He doesn’t notice (or maybe he just ignores it, you’re not sure) your gawking and smiles at you, saying “hello” before turning his attention to the map which details where everything is stored at the entrance of the shop. You manage a small “h-hello” back that probably doesn’t even reach his ears, and you curse yourself for doing a poor job of greeting a customer just because said customer looks like he’s been pushed from the heavens above onto this unworthy earth by the other angels who were jealous of his beauty.
You stay put behind the counter the whole time he’s there to avoid the potential embarrassment of running into him in a random aisle and making a fool of yourself. There isn’t much to do anyway, so you rearrange the organic protein bars and chewing-gum at the counter and count all the money in the cash register to distract yourself. He doesn’t spend a very long time browsing and after twenty minutes, you see him approach with a cart full of the biggest cans of paint the store offers. It’s mostly white paint, but there are some browns and grays, and one of pink as well.
You thank God for those twenty minutes because they allowed you to get a hold of yourself so that you didn’t gape at him like a dead fish instead of scanning his articles, which is what you are very professionally and expertly doing. “That’s a lot of paint,” you comment lightheartedly, partly just to prove to yourself that you can also speak in front of this man.
“I know,” he chuckles, and it seems unfair that his voice should be just as attractive as his face. “The previous owners of the house I just bought had terrible taste in wallpaper and wall colors, so I have to repaint basically the whole house. Everything has to go, really. The floors, the furniture, the lights.”
“Sounds like you’re going to have a busy summer. That’ll be $132.76, please.”
“I’ll pay by card,” he says as he brings his wallet out from his back pocket and inserts his card into the reader, which allows you to look freely at his tanned arms and the veins that protrude here and there. He can’t be older than thirty, so there’s probably not that much of an age difference between the two of you, but damn does he look more mature in the sexiest way possible than all of the male college students you’re used to seeing on a daily basis. If anything, he reminds you of the hot young Linguistics professor your whole department likes to drool over.
The beep of the payment being accepted snaps you out of your daze. “And yeah, it’ll sure be a busy summer. I’ll need a lot of stuff from here, so you might have to get used to seeing me around,” he says with a smile that makes your heart skip a beat. There’s no way this walking Greek god of a man is actually flirting with you, but the glint in his eyes tells you it wasn’t just an off-hand comment.
“I could get used to that,” you surprise yourself by replying confidently, your smile mirroring his as pretty dimples appear on each side of his face.
You hand him the receipt and notice his eyes flickering down to your name tag before trapping yours in his gaze once again. You don’t think you ever want to look away. “I’ll see you around, Y/N,” he says and walks out with his cart and his tons of paint before you can say anything, lest ask his name, except for “see you.”
You take a deep breath in and another out when he’s out of sight, trying to calm your racing heart. You can’t wait to rave to the girls’ group chat about this, but one of your coworkers calls you for help and you have to put the handsome stranger to the back of your mind for a while.
—
That weekend, your parents ask you to do something about the cherries slowly starting to spoil in the fridge, so you put on your headphones and listen to an audiobook for entertainment, then get to pitting. It feels wrong to listen to The Kiss Quotient and its many smut scenes when your parents are coming and going out of the room, but what they don’t know won’t kill them; you just try to keep your reactions to a minimum during the extra spicy scenes.
Pitting cherries is an arduous task that always takes longer than you think it will, but you never complain about it. You’ve found the perfect technique of cutting them in half around the pit, turning the small fruit without squeezing it, extracting the stone and making sure it doesn’t get confused and end up in the bowl with the pitted cherries, all without tiring your wrists after ten minutes. A surprise pit in a cherry pie can add to the charm of a homemade dessert, but you’d rather not have to spit out five of them while trying to eat one slice.
You prepare a crumbly dough to make two classic American-style pies and fill four jars with cherry jam that you cook while the doughs rest. It’s almost offensive how small the cherries become as they cook, the amount that fills those four jars having filled eight before, but you decide there’s no reason to take it personally since the cherries don’t do it on purpose, and put the jars away to cool down. You roll out the first rested dough and despair for a bit when it keeps on falling apart, but it just makes it more satisfying once you have it perfectly thinly rolled out and covering the tin. The second one is a bit nicer to you and you only have to try rolling it out twice.
Two hours later, as the sun finally starts to relent and a cooler breeze flows through the air, the pies are all baked, cooled and ready to be eaten. You leave one for you and your parents to enjoy later, then head over to the next house to greet your new neighbors with the other pie. You knock and wait for a good thirty seconds before getting any sort of response, making you think no one’s in.
“Y/N?” a semi-familiar voice calls out, and your head whips in its direction. If this were a cartoon or a 2012 teen show, you’d probably drop the pie tin, but thankfully, your hands aren’t that sweaty, and the shock of the man from the other day at the store being your neighbor isn’t that great, because of course, of course he’s your neighbor. You’re Y/N, after all; the almighty gods above would never let you have a boring, uneventful summer. Of course the hot new man in town is your neighbor.
“Oh! Hi! Guess we’re neighbors. Ha,” you say with a clumsy smile, holding the tin over your forearm as your other hand shields your eyes from the sunlight so you can look at him without squinting your eyes.
“Neighbors?” he repeats as he joins you on the front porch, taking off his gloves dirtied by the mud and using the back of his hand to wipe off some sweat from his forehead. The sweat makes his hair stick to his face and there are small beads of it falling from his hairline down onto his white t-shirt. You detect the slightest of stubbles on his chin and upper lip, probably from not having shaved for just a day or two. He’s even tanner than when you saw him a few days ago, and his thick eyebrows form a straight line as he frowns in what you guess is tiredness and perhaps confusion from seeing you in regular clothes and holding a pie tin on his porch. For a second, you’re scared he might think you’re some kind of stalker, but you nod and tilt your head towards your house.
“Yep. That one just over there behind you.”
He turns his upper body to take a look at your house and nods slowly as he turns back around, gaze finding yours again like the other day at the store. You have no idea who this man is - hell, you don’t even know his name - but good lord are you attracted to him, especially when he gives you that unreadable smile that shows off his dimples.
“Huh. What a coincidence,” he says, and that could mean anything in the world, but you hope he means it in a good way. “I’m Sunghoon, by the way.” he adds, extending his hand for you to take, which you do, and the simple action of shaking his hand without eye contact ever breaking is enough to send shivers down your spine. Hopefully, this goes unnoticed by this Sunghoon.
A walking wet dream. That’s what this man is. He’s walked right out of your deepest Wattpad-induced fantasies and into the house next door. Probably doesn’t help that you’d been listening to literary porn just fifteen minutes prior.
“Is that pie?” he asks as he releases your hand.
“It is, cherry pie I made myself with cherries from our backyard. A housewarming gift, if you will. Here,” you reply, offering him the tin.
He takes it from your hands, the tips of his fingers slightly grazing yours, on purpose or not, you’re not sure. He lifts some of the aluminum covering the pie and peeks underneath, then hums appreciatively. “Thanks, it looks really good. I’ve been living off of ready-meals and casseroles from the neighbors, so this’ll be really nice.”
“Well we’ve got tons of cherries, so feel free to ask whenever you want some,” you offer, and he nods. A small silence settles between the two of you and you’re about to excuse yourself so it doesn’t get awkward when he invites you in, asking if you’d like to have a piece with him.
“If you want to, I mean. I was gonna take a break anyway,” he says somewhat coyly, rubbing the back of his neck with his free hand. You’re surprised to see him being anything else other than confident and self-assured, but it only makes him look cuter in your eyes.
“Sure,” you accept with a smile, letting him lead you inside the house.
“Sorry, it smells like paint all over the house. That’s why I was outside, doing some gardening while I aired the house out,” he explains. “Let me just get some plates and a knife out. And something for us to drink. Do you want to drink something? I’ve got water, or some iced tea or lemonade. The grandma across the street made some for me,” he says all at once, and you suppress a giggle at his sudden nervous behavior.
“Sunghoon?”
“Yeah?” he responds almost immediately, turning to you just as you both reach the kitchen.
“Just water is fine.”
A shy smile makes his dimples appear once again as he nods. “Okay, sounds good.” You help him carry everything to the back porch and set down the glasses and a jug of water on a table with two chairs around it.
“The porches are the only parts I won’t have to fix up too much, for some reason.”
“You’re going to redo the whole house yourself?” you ask, surprised, as you pour two glasses of water and he serves you a slice of cherry pie (“there might be some stray cherry pits, so be careful,” you warn as he sets a slice on his plate).
“A lot of it, yeah, but I’ve also got some people to help out. My dad’s a carpenter so I know my way around these things, but I also know it’s better and faster to have more than one man on the job, so some guys he works with come a couple times a week.”
“Yeah, with the state this house is in, you’d need more than a summer if you did everything yourself,” you comment, and he chuckles, agreeing. “My friends and I used to make stories about how this place is haunted, you know,” you say jokingly.
“Please don’t jinx my house from the get-go,” he says, making you laugh.
“Sorry, sorry. It’ll be nice seeing it all fixed-up, actually.”
“Have you lived here long?” he asks, looking at you thoughtfully as he takes another bite of the pie. “This is really good, by the way.”
“Thanks. And yeah, my whole life. I go away when semester starts but come back for the holidays and the summer.”
“So you're a student?”
“Yeah, just at the state university a few hours away. Not too far away that it’s a hassle traveling back, but not too close that I go home every weekend. What about you, what do you do?”
You wait for his answer while he swallows his mouthful and take another bite yourself. “I teach,” he starts as he dabs the corners of his lips with a napkin. “Fifth graders, on the other side of town. I used to live in a small apartment near the school I work at but it’s nicer, having more space. I saved enough money to buy this house and fix it up, so here I am now,” he says, gesturing to the house and the garden with his arms.
You notice his use of the first person pronoun when he talks about where he used to live and his house now, which makes you wonder if it’s just him, even though you were sure you heard a woman and a young girl’s voices the other day. Surely, if he wasn’t single, he wouldn’t have invited you in or given you flirtatious looks, right? Or were you reading totally wrong into this and he was just an exceptionally friendly person?
You put these questions to the side and continue chatting with Sunghoon, letting the subject of his marital status come up on its own during your conversation. And indeed, you get your answer when he tells you about the different parts of the house he plans on having, one of them being a bedroom for his daughter.
“Oh, so you have a daughter? How old is she?” you ask as you take a sip of water, trying to sound as nonchalant as possible. Considering his age, you expect that his child will be one, two years old max, so his answer makes you almost choke on your drink.
“She’s turning eight this summer.”
“Eight?” you repeat as you set your glass down, looking at him wide-eyed. So much for nonchalance. “But you’re so-”
“Young? Yeah, I know,” he interrupts with a knowing smile, probably used to this kind of reaction. “I’m 26,” he adds, then watches as you do the simple math in your head. When you turn to him with a surprised look, he answers your question before you’ve even asked it. “Yep, I had her when I was 18.”
“Wow,” is all you can say. “Can I ask what happened?”
“Sure. I mean, it’s nothing extraordinary or anything. I was in my last year of high school, and I got my girlfriend at the time pregnant. We’d only been dating four months but her parents wouldn’t let her get an abortion. They’re really religious. They took care of our baby, with the help of my parents, while I went to community college and she retook senior year since she had to drop out halfway through the year. No, we’re not together anymore, if you’re wondering,” he says, catching you off guard, as if he’d read your thoughts.
He chuckles before sighing and continues. “If none of this had happened, we’d probably have broken up before going off to college and proceeded to forget about each other. We started out living with her parents, then got that small apartment I told you about when she found a job. We’re not on bad terms by any means, but we’ve just not been in love since Chaeryeong turned 2, probably. We’ve been more roommates than a couple for the past six years. And you know, we kept on living together for Chaer mainly, but she’s found a new boyfriend and I wanted to have my own place. Which has led me here.”
You nod slowly, letting the whole story sink in. “You’re both handling this situation really maturely, it sounds like. I’ve heard of so many teenage parents fighting all the time and not taking care of their kids properly.”
“She’s already got a weird parental situation, it’s the least we can do for her to behave like adults, you know.”
“Right, of course,” you say, nodding again. Your hot new neighbor was actually a DILF, you realized a bit inappropriately, perhaps. Cherry on top.
He tells you a bit more about his daughter and you keep talking until your dad calls you, asking you why you’re not home at dinner time, and you only notice then how long you’ve been sitting there with Sunghoon, just talking. You tell him you feel bad for taking up so much of his time but he shakes your apologies off.
“It was my pleasure, really. And thanks again for the pie, I think Chaer will love it.”
He walks you to the front door and calls out your name after you’ve waved goodbye and started walking. You didn’t know you had been expecting him to do anything until you heard the hopeful tone in your own voice. “Yeah?”
“You any good with kids?” he asks, leaning against the doorway with crossed arms and a smirk that makes your heart flutter.
Although you’ve only got one older brother, you have younger cousins as well as older ones that have babies of their own, so you’re not a complete stranger to kids, but more importantly, you like them. They have the world to learn, but they say surprisingly smart things and have really cute faces.
“I’d say that I am, yeah,” you reply, a smile growing on your face, mirroring his expression.
“Good,” he says, and pauses a second for good measure. “I’ll see you later.”
“See you later, Sunghoon,” you say as you turn back and head to your house, letting him enjoy the view of you walking away.
On the short way home, you realize that you completely have the hots for your neighbor, although you probably knew that before. Is it twisted that you like him more now that you know he’s got a kid? Probably a little bit, but you’re not going to fight it. He’s single, after all. And not even thirty. A five-year gap isn’t unheard of.
Your parents ask you where you’ve been as you set the table and get ready for dinner. “Just over at our new neighbor’s house to give him some pie and say hi,” you say as you toss the salad in its bowl, spreading the dressing evenly.
“Ooh, the neighbor,” your mother echoes knowingly, wiggling her eyebrows, and steals a leaf of lettuce when it falls from the bowl because of your vigorous tossing. “We should have him over at some point, welcome him into the neighborhood. I’ve seen him a bit, you know. Out painting on his front porch or when he was in his garden the same time as me. He’s a very attractive young man,” she says, lowering her voice so your dad doesn’t hear even though he’s outside grilling the meat. “Do you know how old he is? Looks a bit young for a homeowner to me, but who knows what young people are up to these days.
“He’s twenty-six, and he’s saved a lot of money. Plus, I don’t think that house was very expensive. From what he’s told me, the renovations will basically cost as much as the house itself. He’s also got a kid.”
“Aw, must be a cute baby,” she says as your father walks in, carrying a tray of steaming barbecued steaks and potatoes.
“She’s eight,” you say bluntly, causing them both to look at you with wide eyes.
“Oh, right, then. Happens,” your mother says, bringing her glass of water to her lips and taking a sip from it. “Is he still with the mother?”
“They broke up a while ago, but they’re on good terms,” you say, and your mom nods slowly at the information.
“So, he’s single, huh?” she says, trying to hide her smile, earning herself a groan from your dad and a chuckle from you.
“C’mon, mom!”
“What? You can’t deny that he’s attractive, and he’s single. Plus, you two must get along well if you spent a couple hours talking. Sure, he’s got a kid, but you love those, don’t you?”
“Mom, you of all people would know kids aren’t pets. Dating someone with an eight-year-old isn’t the same as dating someone with a cat.
“No one’s asking you to be that girl’s mom,” she says, dishing out some meat for the three of you. “I’d go get that man, if I were you.”
Your dad shakes his head and you eat your food as you listen to them bickering with a smile. You think about what your mother said - should you go and get Sunghoon? Your heart says yes, but your brain is a bit more reluctant. Another part of your body, lower down there, is screaming ‘yes’ at you.
He does live right by, after all.
That night, you FaceTime your roommate and best friend from college and bring her up to date about ‘the hot man from the store the other day.’ She paints her toenails but listens intently as she always does when you talk about boys, humming and chuckling here and there.
“God, Y/N, I didn’t know you had daddy issues, of all things.”
You gasp fake-dramatically. “Excuse me, I do not! I was attracted to him before I knew he was a dad, I’ll let you know.”
“Yeah, yeah, whatever. Let me know when you guys actually hook up, I’m curious whether older men are actually better,” she says, making you scoff.
“I hope he is. I’m very much tired of those boys that don’t know where the clit is and use too much tongue.”
“You know, when I complain to my mom about guys, she always tells me to wait it out a few years. She says they get more mature and, well, she didn’t say that outright, but she very heavily implied that the sex is much, much better. Kinda gross hearing it from her, but it’s good information.”
You hum. “Well, he’s not that much older… But let’s hope that it still makes a difference,” you say, and then move on to another topic.
—
One thing that eating cherries has taught you is that if you want to enjoy eating the sweet flesh, you’ll need to deal with the pit as well. Ever the grand philosopher, you realized soon enough that this was applicable to real life and not just your favorite fruit. Wanna get a good grade on your test? Gotta study for it. Wanna go on holiday to Mexico? Gotta find a summer job and earn money.
Wanna make your way to Sunghoon’s bed? Gotta seduce him.
Over the following days, you stand behind the counter at the hardware store, elbow perched on the hard surface, head resting on your palm and vision fuzzy as you daydream about your next encounter with Sunghoon. More often than not, a customer will clear their throat to awkwardly let you know of their presence and you’ll have to exchange your imagined dialogue with Sunghoon for a quick apology and some pleasantries; more often than not, a coworker will call out your name for some help just as you get to the juicy part of your reverie. In those moments, you always feel like you’ve been caught red-handed watching softcore porn, even if no one knows the last thing about what goes on in your head, nor do they care.
Much like the first time he walked into the store, when he does again on a Thursday morning, you think your daydreams have just gone too far and you’re now hallucinating. But, lo and behold, this is the true Park Sunghoon in the flesh, and he smiles and waves at you as he strides in before disappearing behind one of the many aisles.
You spend the next fifteen minutes going over witty conversation starters that will surely make him fall for you, only for you to stutter out a “h-hi, Sunghoon,” when he finally reaches the counter.
“Fancy seeing you here,” he jokes, and you laugh a bit too hard for a comment that isn’t that funny.
“How are the renovations going?” you ask as you scan his articles - some more paint and brushes, lots of tile glue, a bunch of nails and two different sizes of turnscrews. He frowns in concentration at the snacks next to the counter until he caves in and gets a chocolate protein bar that’s more sugar than protein.
“Pretty okay,” he starts. “I’m in a bit of a rush, cause Chaer is already coming in two weeks and I need to have finished at least the interior by that time. My dad’s friends helped me get the roof done, so that’s good, but now they’re all busy with other sites so it's just me. Right now I’m redoing the tiles in the bathrooms. You need so much damn glue,” he says with a chuckle.
You think for a second, then timidly offer, “I could help out, you know. If you needed me to.”
He looks at you with raised eyebrows, halfway through getting his card out of his wallet. “Really?”
“I mean, I don’t have much experience with this kinda stuff, but I’ve picked up a few things here and there from working here. If it saves you time, I could do the easy things. This job isn’t particularly physically demanding so I’ve still got energy at the end of the day. That’s $78.96, please.”
A small smile appears on his face as he inserts his card into the reader. He punches in his code and then returns your gaze. “That could be nice, actually.”
And that’s how you find yourself over at Sunghoon’s house in denim shorts and your dad’s old t-shirts almost everyday for the next two weeks, helping him fix up the old two-storey home. He measures out the perfect length for wood planks or marble tiles that you assist him in fastening to the floors of different rooms and he fixes holes in walls that you paint over afterwards. Sometimes on your breaks, you share a bowl of cherries that you brought from your garden. (One morning, you tried to make cherry juice out of them, but when after almost two hours of pitting the liquid barely filled a glass, you decided that it was too much effort and that you’d keep on just eating them and baking the occasional pie.) You asked him to tell you what each of the rooms upstairs would be and you realized that the window of his room faced yours directly. The blinds were down as they had always been, so you hadn’t known what the room would be.
“I’ve been sleeping on the couch since I haven’t gotten around to fixing up this room yet. Guess I should get to it, though,” he says, giving you a look that blurs the meaning of his words so that you’re not sure what he’s implying, which happens a bit too often with Sunghoon.
And you’d think that spending the better part of two weeks with the current man of your dreams would be amazing, right?
Wrong. It’s unbearable.
Maybe that’s exaggerating it - it’s mostly fun, and sometimes unbearable. Usually, you’re an avid fan of sexual tension, especially with attractive men like Sunghoon. Lingering gazes, eye contacts when there shouldn’t be any, remarks with a deeper meaning that they let on, barely-there touches on the back of your hand or on your waist that manage to take your breath away. These are all very fine things that keep your heart bouncing and a blush on your cheeks, but they are supposed to amount to something more in the end. Maybe you’re impatient, but after two weeks of sending sex through your eyes to Sunghoon, you get the feeling that he doesn’t reciprocate your desire. One afternoon, you’d made sure to go and sunbathe in your bikini at the exact moment he was doing some work outside, and even then, he merely gave your body a one-over and disappeared a few minutes later inside his house. When he came back about ten minutes later, he could still barely look at you.
At the same time, there’s no way he doesn’t know what he’s doing when he stands close behind you, letting you feel the warmth of his chest against your back, big, rough hands enveloping yours as he demonstrates how to cut a plank of wood with the machine. There’s no way the way he smirks when the action turns you into a stammering mess is innocent, either.
Yet nothing happens. The tension is thick enough to be cut with a knife, but maybe Sunghoon hasn’t bought cutlery yet. The air is already heavy from the heat and the relentlessness of the sun, but this thing between you and him makes it almost suffocating, in somehow the best yet worst way possible. You’re this close to simply throwing your naked body at him, and it doesn’t help that you see his flexing, working muscles and beads of sweat on his hairline everyday. On the days he wears shorts, which is most days, all you can think of is getting off on his thick thighs, of his hands holding you tightly by the waist, of the way he’d look at you, eyes clouded over, of the words he’d whisper in your-
Your phone buzzes, interrupting you in your horny downward spiral. It’s your dear mother telling you to come home for dinner. As you pick up your phone, a second buzz. Ask Sunghoon if he wants to eat with us.
You find him in his bedroom, adding the last touches to the walls. “I think I’ll be able to sleep here starting tomorrow night. I just need to go buy a bed,” he says when he sees your figure standing in the doorway.
“We can go together if you want,” you blurt before you can stop yourself. Hoping it’ll make you seem less weird, you add, “I’ve got really good taste in furniture.”
“Is that so?” he questions, turning to you with a smile. “I’d appreciate the second pair of eyes, actually. There’s a lot of things I need to get.”
“Yeah, I didn’t wanna comment on it, but I think you’ll end up needing more than a couch, a plastic dining table and two chairs,” you tease, making him roll his eyes lightheartedly. “We can go to that huge second-hand store they have just outside of town. You’ll be surprised how good - and cheap - the furniture is there.”
“Sounds good,” he nods, and checks his watch. “Are you going home?”
“I am. My mom’s invited you over for dinner, if you’d like,” you say, tilting your head at him.
He raises his eyebrows in delighted surprise. “I’d love to. Just need to shower first.”
“That’s fine. I’ll go home, just come over whenever you’re ready.” You exchange quick see you laters and you head home, taking a shower yourself and making sure to use your best-smelling body lotion.
Sunghoon arrives half an hour later with a bouquet of roses in his hands and an award-winning smile on his face. You let him in and he greets your parents, offering your mother the bouquet. “Sorry I took so much time getting here, I wanted to pick these out as a thank you.”
You can tell your mother is pleased to the heavens as she waves him off, leading him inside your house. “That’s awfully nice of you, Mr Park-”
“Call me Sunghoon, please,” he says with a warm smile.
“Right, Sunghoon. And no worries, you’re just on time. Please, sit.”
“Is there anything I can do to help?”
“Oh, no, you’re working all day fixing up that house, just sit and relax. We’re very happy to have you over, aren’t we?” your mother says, sending a very obvious smile your way, which makes you furrow your eyebrows and shake your head lightly at her, silently telling her to shut up. Sunghoon chuckles at the exchange but says nothing and you want to bury yourself and your mother ten feet underground.
Sunghoon sits across from you at the dinner table, which allows you to stare unabashedly at him as he works his charm on your parents. He’s the neighbor, so technically, he’s not a boyfriend you brought home to meet them, but still, you can’t help but compare him to those few boys that you did bring home. None of them were a disaster, but none of them went as smoothly as this, either. There were always some awkward silences and dry chuckles with your past boyfriends, but Sunghoon clearly knows how to make parents happy. Maybe because he lived with his ex’s parents for so long, or maybe because he’s a parent himself. Either way, it only adds to your desire to take all of his clothes and let him rail you into next week. Too bad he clearly doesn’t feel the same way, you remind yourself with an audible sigh, which makes him look curiously at you, but you brush it off with a smile.
You watch as he accepts a beer, compliments the food and the house, talks football with your dad, accepts another beer, and shares teaching anecdotes with your mom, who herself is an elementary school teacher. You jump in every now and then when you have something witty to add or someone asks your opinion on something, but most of the time, you sit back and enjoy, happy that everything is going well.
You bring out your infamous cherry pie that you’d baked the previous day along with some vanilla ice cream for dessert, and smile when Sunghoon tells you how much he’d been waiting to have some of it again, trying not to blush as his gaze stays focused on yours for a second too long. Thankfully, your parents don’t notice, too busy cutting themselves a slice.
He stays for another hour or so, until the sun has set and the streetlamps and the moonlight are the only things keeping the world visible. Your mom forces him to accept tupperwares full of leftovers from the night and makes him promise to come back with his daughter. Sneakily, she tells you to help him carry the tupperwares home even though he’s more than able to do it himself, then hugs him goodbye, hurrying you out of the door.
Sunghoon hasn’t yet changed the lightbulbs to more efficient ones, so his kitchen bathes in the faint glow of the overhead lighting as you put away the leftovers in his fridge. He stands a bit to your right close behind you, closer than needed to simply hand you the tupperwares he was holding. When everything is stored, you turn around, but you’re trapped between his body and his arm that holds the fridge door open. With his free hand, he takes you by the waist and pulls you gently towards him. “Careful,” he says so quietly, it’s almost a whisper, and closes the fridge door behind you.
He’s never been this forward with you, and even though you’ve fantasized many times about this exact moment, now that it’s really happening, you don’t know what to do except to search for an explanation in his eyes. His eyes that are looking right into yours and are a bit clouded over, from the alcohol or the proximity between the two of you or both, you don’t know, but that also have the twinkle of a smile in them.
His lips are close enough to kiss, you think, and as if on cue, his gaze drifts down to your slightly parted lips. “You’re very pretty, Y/N,” he says, before sealing your lips with his own. You respond immediately to his kiss - you’ve thought too much about it to stand there and do nothing - but it’s all so slow and so soft that you’re not sure if it’s actually happening, so dreamlike it all feels.
You’re called back to reality when his other hand finds your waist, your own hands coming up to his shoulders before one of them snakes its way to the nape of his neck, tugging lightly at his hair. This seems to change something in Sunghoon, who all of a sudden tightens his hold on your waist, his arms wrapping around it to bring you closer to him. His kiss gets faster and deeper too, and, to your surprise but not your distaste, a bit desperate. You’re happy if you have on him half of the power he has on you. You taste sweet vanilla ice cream and tangy beer on his tongue, and it’s not at all unpleasant. It makes you want to eat cherries together so you can then taste them in his kiss.
A lustful sigh escapes your lips and then the warmth disappears all at once. Sunghoon looks at you like you just woke him up from a deep slumber and takes a step back away from you. You call out for him worriedly and the sound of his name seems to make him think he did something terribly wrong.
“I-I’m sorry, Y/N, I don’t know what came over me. We shouldn’t do this, it’s not- I shouldn’t have done that,” he sighs, looking defeatedly at the ground.
“Why?” you ask quietly, almost inaudible.
“You should go home,” he snaps, then closes his eyes as if in pain, cringing at his harsh tone. “I’m sorry. I think you should go home, it’s getting late,” he repeats, softer this time, but the words still sting.
“O-okay,” you say to the floor, already feeling tears well up in your eyes. You feel like you just got rejected by your high school crush, and the humiliation makes you want to crawl into a hole and die.
Sunghoon sighs again. “I’ll let you know tomorrow about the furniture shopping, yeah? Chaeryeong is coming in the morning so we can go with her.”
“O-okay,” you repeat, surprised he still wants to do that with you. “Good night, Sunghoon,” you say without looking at him and scurry out of his house.
“Good night, Y/N,” Sunghoon answers to the emptiness after you’ve left, touching his lips with the tips of his fingers and feeling the ghost of your kiss there.
—
Truth be told, you haven’t always loved cherries. Because of a heinous lie your older brother had made you believe when you were just six years old, you hadn’t eaten cherries for two summers in a row. It was the summer your parents had finally allowed you to eat cherries as they came from the trees in your backyard - beforehand, they’d been too scared that you’d choke on the pit or swallow it unknowingly, and had always prepared purées or other forms that cherries can take for you to eat, so to be finally handed the small fruit and told “go ahead, try it,” felt like an honor.
A simple “don’t forget to spit out the pit” from your mother had sufficed for you to be careful, and yet, your brother had thought a fear tactic would be more effective. “If you swallow it, a tree will grow inside your belly and make you puke out cherries,” he’d lied when it was just the two of you at the outdoor table.
“Really?” you asked him in disbelief, horror written all over your face as you looked at the seemingly harmless yet deadly fruit in your hand. You’d already eaten two and were in the middle of eating a third; your brother nodding ‘yes’ in response was all it took for you to spit out the cherry furiously and immediately start sobbing, afraid you’d swallowed one even though all three pits were right there on the table, a guarantee that no unwanted flora would grow inside of you.
Your mother rushed outside at the sound of your wailing and quickly put two and two together when she saw your brother laughing uncontrollably while you hid your face in your hands, desolately imagining your future as a walking cherry tree. She held you tight in her arms as she told your brother off and reassured you that he was just playing a stupid prank on you. Still, the simple thought of swallowing a pit had terrified you and you were unable to eat cherries for the remainder of the summer and the one after that.
This is the story you tell Chaeryeong and her dad as the three of you sit outside together, making them laugh - although, a few minutes later, when Sunghoon is gone to the bathroom away, Chaer leans over the table and whispers, “It’s not true, is it?” so you reassure her that you’ve eaten cherries your whole life and have never had one single root take life in your tummy.
It’s been a bit over a week after you shared that kiss in his kitchen, and the awkward atmosphere is just starting to fade. You’re glad he didn’t ignore you after that night, even if pretending nothing happened when both of you are very aware that something did happen is only the slightly better alternative. It’s a refreshing change from boys that sleep with you and then act like you don’t exist, for sure.
The kiss hasn’t done anything to burst the tension; if anything, it’s made it even more electric. You catch him looking at your lips more than once and you wonder why he still acts the same way as before when he’s made it very clear he didn’t think kissing you was a good idea. Catching him shirtless one night in his bedroom doesn’t help, and neither does him catching you staring at him - you’d quickly shut the curtains, but it was too late, and he’d seen you ogling his toned chest and abs.
At least, the fact that Chaeryeong is here forces a bubbly atmosphere upon you, and you hope you’re not crazy when you notice him fondly looking at the both of you interacting. Chaer is an outgoing little girl and seems to have liked you as soon as you complimented the toy puppy in her hand, saying you used to have the same and it was your favorite.
The day you went food shopping was practically hell to get through. One evening, you were holding onto Sunghoon for dear life, finally kissing him, and the next afternoon, you were browsing through the endless aisles of your local IKEA, holding his daughter’s hand and pretending like you hadn’t kissed her daddy.
When it got to the bedroom part of the store, you and Chaer decided to try all the mattresses and find the most comfortable one. You usually were never one for seating and laying on random beds in stores, but there was a kid with you, so you were sure it’d be fine. When you found the one you liked most, you looked up at Sunghoon from your position and said, “This one’s pretty good, Sunghoon.” His immediately reddening cheeks told you everything you needed to know and you quickly sat up, clearing your throat. He tested the mattress by pushing his palm against it and muttered a “yeah, it’s pretty good” before scribbling down the number of the mattress onto the small sheet of paper customers use to remember which products they wanted.
Of course, now that Chaer is with him and most of the work in the house is done, save for some minor things that Sunghoon can finish up on his own, you spend a lot less time together. You hate that you miss him so much. You miss the way he makes you feel, like your whole body is on fire with just one look or one touch, the way his stupid jokes make you laugh or how endeared he looks when he talks about his daughter. Seeing him with her only adds to your stupid crush - he’s doting, protective and caring, makes sure she has everything to be happy and manages to treat her at once like the kid that she is but also like a human that has opinions and feelings. He’s a really good dad, and that does nothing whatsoever to stop your DILF fantasies, although now, it’s really Sunghoon that you want, and the fact that he’s a dad isn’t a dealbreaker, it just makes him that much better.
You hate that you miss him, and yet being with him is somehow worse, because you can’t do any of the things you want to do. You fall asleep one two many nights dreaming about his lips and how nice it’d be to feel them again - on your lips, on your neck, everywhere. You want to feel him everywhere, and this longing lust is starting to drive you crazy. You’d never wanted anyone this much.
He invites you over for dinner one night, and the look he gives you when he opens the door sends a shiver right down your spine. “Hi, Y/N.”
“Hi, Sunghoon.”
He leads you into the kitchen with a hand on your waist, even though you’ve been in his house many times before and need no assistance getting there. A small, horny voice at the back of your head tells you that tonight may be the night, but you quickly shut it down, not wanting to get your hopes up all on your own.
Sunghoon serves you a glass of red wine, and you ask him what the occasion is. “Just to celebrate the house being almost done,” he answers with a smile.
Dinner would have gone as usual if Sunghoon wasn’t practically staring you down the whole time, eyes full of something you can’t quite put your finger on and that drives you crazy. His gaze lingers on you every time you speak, and he punctuates the syllables of your name like he’s trying to get a feel for them on his tongue.
Your heart is pounding in your chest when the clock strikes nine p.m. and it’s time for Chaeryeong to go to bed - you don’t know if you’ll be able to handle being alone with Sunghoon, and you might have to make a run for it, Cinderella-style.
Chaer goes to the bathroom to wash up and change into her pajamas, and when she comes back, she asks - no, demands - that you’re the one who tucks her in, and who are you to say no to the cutest little girl on Earth? She holds you by the pinky as she drags you up the stairs to her room then buries herself in her covers, tapping on the bed next to her body for you to sit there. “Okay, now we can talk without Dad around,” she says all business-like.
She tells you about the boys at her school and the birthday party she went to last week and the latest drama with her friends. The both of you are too busy chatting and giggling to hear footsteps coming up the stairs and stopping at her door, hiding behind the wall. After ten minutes, she yawns loudly and says, “Can you call Dad? I think he’ll be sad if he doesn’t wish me good night.”
“Of course,” you reply and kiss her on the forehead, wishing her a good night yourself. You’re only half-surprised to find Sunghoon at the doorway, waiting for his cue.
“Wait up for me, yeah? I’ll just be a minute,” he says, that smile still on his lips, that smile that keeps you hoping.
“Okay,” you whisper, and head downstairs, nervously taking a sip from your wine glass as you wait for him on the living room couch.
He is indeed back in a very short time, too short a time for your nerves to settle, so when he sits down close to you on the couch, body turned towards yours, you can feel your heart in your throat. He traces the rim of his glass with the tip of his pointer finger and you both watch the slow movement for a bit, a heavy silence hanging over both of your heads. You wait for him to talk because you’re too scared of what you might say if you start the conversation.
“Y/N, I’ve been thinking,” he starts shakily, “about um, our kiss, the other day-”
“Oh, we don’t need to talk about that,” you quickly interrupt, waving your hand in dismissal at him. “You made it clear you didn’t like it-”
“No, that’s the thing-”
“And that you thought it was a bad idea-”
“No, just listen-”
“So let’s just forget about it, and-”
“Y/N,” Sunghoon says in a stern voice, raising his tone just enough to make you stop in your rambling.
“Yeah?” you look up at him, eyes wide open. Expecting, as always.
“I haven’t once stopped thinking about that kiss,” he says, sounding out-of-breath. “I handled it awfully, and I’m so sorry that I made you feel like I didn’t like it, because, God, I liked it. A lot,” he chuckles. “Maybe even too much.”
There they are, the words you’ve been dying to hear. Yet all you can say is a stupid “Oh.”
“I just… I was tipsy, and Chaeryeong was coming the next morning, and I panicked. I didn’t know what to do for the rest of the week, and you didn’t say anything, so I didn’t, either. But I can’t pretend like it isn’t there.”
“Like what isn’t there?” you echo, voice almost low as a whisper.
“You know… this,” he replies, voice as low as yours. Slowly, one of his hands comes up to trace your jawline. You release a shaky breath as you set your wine glass on the coffee table and rest your hand on his knee.
“Are you sure about this? ‘Cause if you tell me that you want me… then I’ll be all yours, Sunghoon,” you murmur, hands slowly sliding up his thigh. He takes you by the wrist and puts your hand right on top of his already growing erection, letting you know exactly how he feels about you.
“God, can’t you see what you do to me? I want you so bad, Y/N,” he almost growls, and with that, his lips are on yours, trapping you into a kiss far hungrier and more ferocious than the previous kiss, your mutual intentions finally laid out in front of you for you both to see.
Sunghoon wastes no time as he grabs you by the waist and brings you to his lap, sitting you on top of his crotch so that you can feel his hardening cock against your core. The kiss turns desperate in mere seconds, and you’re relieved to see that Sunghoon seems to have been waiting for this as long and with as much ardor as you have. Your hands are fisting his hair, tugging almost harshly, while his hands roam the expanse of your back until they settle on your ass, grabbing at it to press you closer to him. You can’t stop yourself from moaning into his mouth when his erection rubs over your core in just the right way, and he takes that opportunity to add tongue to the kiss, deepening it.
You start to grind yourself against him, which he helps you do by slightly rutting his hips into yours and bringing your ass closer at every movement. Quickly, you fall into a rhythm so perfect and that feels so good, you think you might explode right then and there. Forget riding his thigh, this is infinitely better.
Needing to catch your breath, you pull away from the kiss, but your lips find his jaw immediately and you start pressing wet, needy kisses there and down his neck, sucking in some spots so that light bruises appear. “Fuck, Y/N, that feels so nice,” he breathes, eyes shut closed. His scent drives you crazy, and his small praise makes you double down on your actions, almost biting the soft skin of his neck.
As you continue kissing him there, occasionally returning to his lips for more, his hands roam your thighs and then up your back, snaking themselves under your t-shirt and finding the clasp of your bra, quickly doing away with it. He pulls away just so he can help you out of your top and takes your bra off of you, hands caressing your sides as he admires your half-naked body in all its glory. You take his hands and bring them to your chest, resting your hands on top of his as you continue grinding onto him and let him play with your boobs. “You’re so fucking hot,” he practically moans, making you chuckle. You reach for the hem of his t-shirt, because it’s only fair that you get to see him too, and you bite back a moan when he uses the absence of your hands on his to pinch your nipples lightly, then takes one in his mouth, catching you off-guard. You forget all about your plan of undressing him as his tongue flicks at the perked bud, your hands finding his hair again as you moan unabashedly.
“S-Sunghoon,” you breathe, the combined feelings of his now fully hard cock pressing against your clothed but soaking cunt and of his warm mouth around your nipples really getting to your head and making you see stars, so that all you can say is his name. “Please,” you beg, you’re not sure what for. Mercy, perhaps. Or release.
“Please what, baby?” he asks, and the nickname goes straight to your core.
“I don’t- just, please, Sunghoon, please,” you say incoherently, making him chuckle.
“Okay,” he says as if he can read your mind, and you think he actually does when he lays you down on the couch, fingers finding the zipper of your shorts. He unbuttons them and slides them down your legs along with your soaked panties. He makes sure they’re fully off of your body before running his palms up both of your legs, from your ankles to your hips.
“Don’t tease, please,” you plead, too desperate for him to take his time.
“As you wish, princess,” he smirks, and brings a finger to your folds, sliding it down to gather some slick before pushing it inside your hole. Your back arches as an instant response to his touch and you let out a small whine, already craving for more. “Fuck, so wet, and all for me, yeah?” he questions, his eyes not once leaving your glistening pussy.
“Yes,” you breathe out, mind too fuzzy to produce a longer sentence.
“That’s a good girl,” he coos, and adds another finger, pushing all three of his knuckles in and massaging your sweet spot as soon as he finds it. When he’s found a rhythm for his motions, he finally looks up at you and curses himself for not having watched your face earlier. Head tilted back in pleasure, mouth agape as your breathing gets more and more irregular and eyebrows scrunched together, you look like the definition of sex, and it takes everything in Sunghoon to not start touching himself.
He forces himself to look away from you only to focus back on your pussy and notices your swollen clit that is begging for attention. He licks it tentatively, and when your back arches at the feeling of his tongue on you, he dives in completely, licking a stripe up your folds before wrapping his lips around the bud and sucking at it like he did with your nipples earlier. The pace at which his fingers are pumping out of you quickens and you’re pulling so hard at his hair, you think you might rip some strands off. You feel yourself getting close, and you’re reminded of all those frustrating encounters with college boys where they stopped right before you came, so you can’t stop yourself as you desperately chant “oh my God please don’t stop please don’t stop,” not even noticing the way you’re holding his head down against your clit and bucking your hips into his face.
Your orgasm hits you like a truck - this is probably the first one you’ve received from someone other than your own hand or your vibrator in the past year and a half. It takes your breath away, and you’re left gasping for air for a good thirty seconds, your mind reeling from the intensity of such pleasure. When you calm down, you lift your head to look at Sunghoon who’s already watching you with a grin on his face, your slick coating his chin and mouth.
You plop your head back down with a groan when realization hits you. “I’m sor-”
“Don’t even finish that sentence,” Sunghoon commands, hands rubbing your still-trembling thighs. “That was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen in my life,” he marvels, and you can’t help but giggle.
“Really?”
“Really.”
After another couple of seconds, you sit up on the couch and send Sunghoon a mischievous look. My turn, you think, and if his smile is any indicator then he seems to have understood. “Let me thank you,” you say, gesturing at him to sit up himself as you lower yourself to your knees on the couch in front of him.
You look up at him from between his thighs then unclasp his belt and undo his jeans. He lets out a shaky breath and says, “You don’t need to do this, you know-”
“Don’t be a gentleman, Sunghoon. I want to do this and I know you want it too. It’s pretty obvious,” you tease as you run your hand over his erection, watching in delight as his eyebrows furrow and his eyes close. “Now help me get these off of you.” He nods and raises his hips so you can take his jeans and underwear off, imitating his actions from before as you take your time to get them over his ankles and caressing his legs until they reach his crotch, watching as he takes his t-shirt off as well so that you can finally see him entirely. You’d caught glimpse of him shirtless before as he worked in his garden, but the sight still manages to take your breath away. Taut muscles and sun-tanned skin, laid bare right before you. This is what they mean by sculpted like a Greek god, you think.
You haven’t done anything, yet his head is already laid back against the top of the couch, Adam’s apple bobbing up and down as he gulps in expectation and chest rising visibly at every intake of breath. You must’ve saved a thousand souls in your previous life to be deserving of such an image.
You spit in your palm before taking him, starting out by slowly moving your hand up and down his shaft, then rubbing small circles against his tip, the small moan-like sighs that leave his lips letting you know you’re doing a good job. You gather some saliva in your mouth and spit on his length to add some lubricant and smirk when he lets out a low fuck. You bring your head closer and lick his balls, taking one at a time in your mouth and sucking very gently, making the volume of his moans increase. “Just like- fuck, just like that, Y/N.”
You then lick a long stripe up his cock and swirl your tongue around his tip when you reach it, humming at the taste of precum there. Sunghoon gathers your hair in a makeshift ponytail so it doesn’t get in your way, and finally looks down at you, blown away by the beautiful sight of your flushed cheeks and your mouth around his cock. He groans when you take him deeper and unconsciously bucks his hips into your throat, making you gag around him. He loves that feeling but doesn’t want to hurt you so he grabs your face and makes you look up at him, lust and worry written all over his face as he apologizes, but you quickly stop him. “It’s okay, I like it. You can do it again,” you say, and smile before wrapping your lips around him once more.
“Fuck, are you sure?” he asks and you hum, sending vibrations all over his body.
“God, o-okay,” he says, in disbelief that you’re okay with him practically fucking your throat and even liking it. And you do like it - you love letting him use your mouth to get off, just like you had earlier with him. He must have amazing core strength because he’s able to buck his hips into your mouth rapidly as he holds your head tight in his hands. The way you keep coming back for more every time he lets you breathe is enough to drive him crazy, but after a couple minutes, he stops you from taking him in your mouth again.
“I can’t- I don’t wanna cum like this,” he breathes, looking just as fucked-out as you do.
“Where, then?” you ask, kissing him all over his thighs as he trails his fingers through your hair. “Inside?”
He groans at the offer but shakes his head, eyes shut as if trying to calm himself down. “I haven’t got any condoms.”
“I’m on the pill,” you tell him, still pressing kisses on his warm skin. You’re far too desperate to feel him inside you to let a lack of condom stop you, especially when you don’t even need one.
He lets out an umpteenth shaky breath and makes you look up at him. “Are you sure?”
“Sunghoon,” you say, looking him dead in the eyes, “I’ve never been more sure of anything.” You’re relieved when he smiles and nods, bending down to trap your lips in a heated kiss for good measure. Something about being in this position, kneeling in front of his spread thighs and having to look up at him, turns you on even more.
“Okay, then,” he says, still smiling as he pulls away, holding you gently by the chin. “I don’t think I’ll be able to last long, and I want to feel you cum around me. So, tell me, what’s your favorite position, princess?”
The question takes you aback but you answer it anyway, looking at the ground. “Reverse cowgirl…” you admit shyly, a small smile spreading on your lips.
“Reverse cowgirl, huh?” Sunghoon repeats, and you don’t need to look at him to know he’s smirking. “Come here, then,” he says, and helps you up, making you turn around so your back faces him and seats you down on top of him, keeping your hips raised. He takes his cock inside his hands, pumps it a few more times before guiding it to your entrance, pressing kisses to your shoulders and nape to make you relax.
You moan at the simple feeling of his tip teasing your entrance and Sunghoon whispers “I know, baby” against your skin. “Sit down for me,” he commands gently, and you oblige, lowering your hips slowly to feel all of him stretching you out, the both of you moaning in synchronization when he bottoms out.
Sunghoon wraps an arm around your middle and pulls you onto him so that your back rests against his chest and you can let your head hang back next to his. “Let me do all the work, yeah?” he murmurs into your ear, and you hum in response. He doesn’t move for a bit, roaming his large hands all over your body until he feels your walls relax around him. One of his hands finds your breasts, playing with each nipple in turn, while the other finds your clit. It’s all so much but so good that you’re already a moaning mess before he’s even started moving. “Ready?” he asks, but you’re too far gone to answer.
His pace starts out slow, but you’re impatient and whine as you try to move your hips against his to go faster, which makes him tut. “I told you I’d do the work, didn’t I?” he asks, pinching one of your nipples in reprimand. “So be good for me and stay still, Y/N. I promise I’ll make you feel good.” You whine again but stop moving, heeding his words.
“Perfect,” he whispers and kisses your neck before picking up the pace, shushing you when your moans get too loud.
“I’m sorry, just feels too good,” you manage to let out.
“I know, but you need to stay quiet, baby,” he says, yet gets rougher with his thrusts, which does not help in the slightest. His hand that was on your breasts comes up to cover your mouth, but he quickly decides to make you suck on two of his fingers instead, muffling your moans a bit.
His fingers on your clit haven’t relented this whole time and after just a few minutes, you feel that familiar knot tying itself again in your stomach and you know you’re mere moments away from it coming undone. Judging by his rapid but clumsy thrusts, Sunghoon must be close too. He pounds into you like you’ve been wanting him to ever since you first set eyes on him as he entered the hardware store, hitting your g-spot over and over again. Tears roll down your cheeks and you whimper around his fingers, biting down on them as your second orgasm hits you.
You’re practically sobbing as he helps you ride out your high, his movements sending your body into pleasant overstimulation until he reaches his high too, the feeling of your pussy clenching tightly around him pushing him over the edge. Ropes of his semen paint your walls white, and there’s enough of it for him to become a father of two. You whine as he pulls away, and feel his cum slipping out of you and onto the couch underneath you. Before you can catch your breath, he asks, “Baby, can I do something very dirty?” and you nod without thinking much. This man could do anything he wanted to you, and you’d thank him for it.
He settles you back down onto the couch, kneels on the floor, head level with your core, and sticks his tongue inside your hole, making you yelp in surprise and overstimulation. You don’t understand what he’s doing until he comes back up and makes you open your mouth with his thumb, then spits inside it, telling you to swallow. You do as he says and taste his cum, laughing in disbelief at what he just did - and at how much you liked it. “Fuck,” you giggle.
“Was that too much?”
“God, no,” you say, and he smiles. You open your arms, gesturing for him to get back on the couch. He rests his head between your breasts, the both of you sighing in contentment as he rubs small circles on your belly and you graze your fingers through his hair. He’s so silent that you think he’s fallen asleep, but he speaks up after a while, voice soft and calm like you’ve never heard before.
“We should go get cleaned up…” he says, and you hum in agreement, “...but it’s so nice here,” he finishes, making you giggle.
“If we get cleaned up quickly now, we can cuddle in bed right afterwards,” you argue.
“You’re right. Infallible logic. You’re so smart, you know that, Y/N?” he says, and you can hear the smile in his voice.
“Of course I know that,” you joke. “Let’s go,” you say, kissing the top of his head.
You take a shower together, cleaning each other and leaving kisses here and there, or touching in places you shouldn’t touch and that maybe lead to more, right there in the shower. Now that you’ve had a taste, you’re insatiable, and you warn Sunghoon that the both of you are in for a very long night, to which he answers that he wouldn’t have it any other way.
Once you do fall asleep, (which isn’t until two rounds later, and you’re surprised either of you have this much energy), however, you’re holding each other tightly, the fan on high so that you don’t feel all sticky, being so close to each other. Even if you wake up here and there because he shuffled or he snored too loudly, it’s one of the best sleeps you’ve ever had.
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You wake up the next morning by small giggles and snorts that come from none other than Park Chaeryeong herself, who’s buried herself between you and her dad, shaking her body to wake the two of you. You’re glad that you listened to Sunghoon when he told you to put on a t-shirt of his as well as some underwear so neither you or Chaer would have a fright when she came and woke you up as she liked to do every morning. “You had a sleepover!” she exclaims excitedly when she sees you’ve finally opened your eyes, looking at her with a sleepy expression and a smile.
“We did!” you reply, trying to keep the same level of excitement.
“We did,” Sunghoon repeats, taking his daughter in her arms to hug her tightly and blows a raspberry in her neck to make her laugh.
“You didn’t invite me!” she shrieks when her dad’s left her alone.
“Sorry, sweetheart. It was just me and Y/N.”
“No fun,” she pouts, laying on her back and crossing over arms before turning back to her dad. “So, is Y/N my new mom?” she whispers even though you’re right there. You gasp at her question, making wide eyes at Sunghoon who just snorts, and you can’t tell if she’s genuinely asking or if she’s an eight-year-old with an advanced sense of irony.
“Of course not. Is Heeseung your new dad?” he asks, mentioning his ex’s new boyfriend. Chaer shakes her head.
“No. He’s Mommy’s boyfriend.”
“Exactly, and Y/N is Daddy’s girlfriend. Isn’t she?” he asks, raising an eyebrow at you, smirking.
“She is,” you reply, and Chaer turns back to you, giggling. She snuggles close to you, wrapping an arm around your middle, and you’re taken aback by the sheer cuteness of it all. You look at Sunghoon with a fake pained expression, and he smiles endearingly at the two of you before sighing and joining you in your hug. He rests his arms around you and his daughter, kissing the top of your heads in turn.
“My girls,” he mutters in your hair, and you smile peacefully.
There’s a lot of things you have to talk about with Sunghoon. You know your parents - especially your mom - will be okay with the two of you together, but will his parents be? And once semester starts again, what will happen? You’ll have to go back to campus and he’ll have to stay here - will a three-hour drive be a dealbreaker, or will you make it work?
The thing is, there’s no point in thinking about all of this at this moment. You’ve got the whole summer to figure things out. For now, you’ll eat cherries and spit out the pits, and everything will be perfect.
this is a one shot, there will not be a part two!
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bestfriends riki & jake x fem reader
smut please 🙏🙏🙏
PAIRING — ni-ki + f!reader + jake
WARNINGS — there’s somewhat a plot(?), threesome, alcohol, friends/fwb to lovers(???), pet names (lots of good girl’s), oral (both rec & give), double penetration (both holes), raw sex (stay safe), praise, fingering, squirting, creampie, overstimulation, cum eating, some light slapping.
WORDCOUNT — 3.4K
NOTE — pulled this plot out of my ass, i prob didn’t highlight the best friend aspect enough but i hope you can still get it. anyway might be riki biased but like yeah, can u blame me. . i hope i did jake some justice t-t
Another night at a party you didn’t even want to attend. Giselle had insisted, saying you’d regret staying home, but now you were bored out of your mind and couldn’t even find her. She’d ditched you on the dance floor, leaving you to fend for yourself.
Maybe just one drink wouldn’t hurt, you thought, making your way to the kitchen. Grabbing the first cup you spotted, you downed it in one go.
“Woah, easy there,” a familiar voice called out.
You glanced up to see Jake leaning casually against the counter, a slight smirk playing on his lips.
“Don’t start, Jake. I’ve already had a rough night,” you replied, leaning against the opposite counter.
“Left all alone?” he teased, his eyes gleaming with amusement as he tilted his head.
“Yeah, yeah, don’t rub it in,” you muttered, grabbing another cup and sipping slower this time.
Sim Jaeyun. Also known as Jake. You’d met Jake a few years ago through a mutual friend, and things between you had clicked almost instantly. Despite the two-year age gap, he always treated you as an equal, never looking down on you. But tonight, something about him felt different. Maybe it was the alcohol dulling your senses, or maybe it was the way his simple white button-up clung to his chest, the rolled-up sleeves exposing the veins on his forearms. Whatever it was, you couldn’t help but feel drawn to him.
Lost in your thoughts, you didn’t notice Jake moving until he was right in front of you.
“Like what you see, princess?” he teased, his voice low as he stepped closer.
Your breath caught in your throat as you realized how close he was. Trapped between his arms and the counter, you tilted your head up to meet his gaze.
“Hmm. What if I do?” you whispered, your eyes flickering to his lips.
Jake didn’t hesitate. His lips crashed into yours, stealing your breath as his hands deftly took the cup from your grasp and settled on your waist. Your arms found their way around his neck, fingers tangling in his hair, earning a deep groan from him as the kiss intensified. The music and the noise from the party faded into the background, leaving just the two of you.
But before you could get lost in the moment, a loud ahem broke through the haze.
“Wow, making out in the kitchen? How classy, hyung,” Riki teased, leaning against the doorway with his arms crossed.
Nishimura Riki—an underclassman Jungwon had introduced to you. From the start, you’d noticed his lingering glances and the way his presence always seemed to hover close. It was obvious he had a thing for you, and though you’d never said it out loud, you didn’t mind. In fact, there had been moments between the two of you—charged and fleeting—that left your heart racing and your mind wandering to dangerous places.
Tonight was no exception. Riki leaned casually against the wall, dressed in a simple Chrome Hearts tank top that clung to his lean frame and a pair of gray sweats that sat low on his hips. His hair was a tousled mess, falling in perfect disarray that made him look effortlessly attractive.
‘God,’ you thought to yourself, biting back a smirk. ‘His hair would be so good to tug on.’
Jake pulled back slightly, still keeping you in his arms, a smirk tugging at his lips. “Bet you’re just jealous I’m kissing her and not you.”
“Please,” Riki scoffed, rolling his eyes. “I’m sure I could kiss her better than you. Right, angel?”
Your cheeks burned as both men stared at you, waiting for your response. “O-oh! Uh… well…” you stammered, unable to meet either of their gazes.
Jake and Riki exchanged a look, some unspoken agreement passing between them before Jake grinned.
“Wanna chill in Riki’s room, princess? It’s a lot quieter than out here,” Jake offered, already pulling you along as Riki followed close behind.
“Sure…?” you answered hesitantly, heart pounding in anticipation of what might come next.
You’re not quite sure how you ended up here. Maybe it was the drink, or maybe it was the magnetic pull of staying too close to your two undeniably hot friends. Either way, you weren’t sure if it was a bad idea.
Now, you’re pressed against the headboard, the faint scent of cologne clinging to the sheets around you. Jake’s lips are on yours, his kiss searing and insistent, leaving no room for hesitation. His hands roam your body with a confident ease, each touch sending shivers down your spine. The heat between you is undeniable, and before you can stop it, a soft, needy moan escapes your lips, fueling the fire even more.
“You sure about this, angel?” Riki’s voice cuts through the haze, low and measured, as Jake pulls back slightly to let you answer.
“Mhm. I want you both,” you whisper, your voice breathless yet certain. You reach out to tug the younger boy closer, your fingers curling into his shirt.
Jake chuckles, his tone deep and teasing. “Go ahead,” he says, leaning back into the chair near the bed, his eyes glinting with anticipation.
Riki wastes no time, capturing your lips in a kiss that’s just as heated, his hands traveling to your waist and grazing the bare skin beneath your dress.
“Just take it off,” you murmur, your voice shaky but firm. Riki obeys, pulling your dress over your head in one swift motion, leaving you clad only in a delicate set of white lace bra and panties, ‘Pretty..’ Riki thought.
From his seat, Jake watches intently, his dark gaze roving over your exposed skin. He’s already down to his boxers, his toned abs flexing as he shifts, clearly growing impatient with need.
Now stripped down to your undergarments, you feel suddenly vulnerable, a blush creeping across your cheeks as you instinctively raise your arms to shield yourself.
“No, don’t do that,” Riki murmurs, his voice soft yet firm as he gently pulls your hands away. His gaze holds yours, warm yet possessive. “Let us see you, angel.”
“Mhm, let us take care of you, pretty,” Jake adds, his voice dripping with affection and desire. He moves behind you, guiding your body to rest against his chest. His arms wrap around you protectively as he gently spreads your legs apart, his breath warm against your ear.
Riki positioned himself in front of you, his dark, smoldering gaze fixed on your glistening core. His fingers traced an experimental touch, the light pressure making your body twitch beneath him.
“Look at you, baby. So wet for us, and we haven’t even started,” he teased, his lips trailing slow, deliberate kisses along your trembling thighs.
A soft whimper escaped your lips as you melted against Jake’s shoulder, seeking comfort in his warmth. Jake tilted your chin, capturing your mouth in a deep, consuming kiss, his hands roaming possessively over your body.
Meanwhile, Riki slid your panties down with deliberate care, hooking your legs over his shoulders as his breath fanned over your sensitive skin.
The moment his tongue flicked against your folds, a loud, helpless moan broke from your lips, shattering the kiss with Jake. Your body jerked involuntarily, heat spreading like wildfire through your veins.
“Feels good, pretty?” Jake murmured against your ear, his voice low and sinful. His hands found your bra clasp, effortlessly unfastening it and freeing your breasts to his touch. His fingers teased your nipples, rolling and pinching them as his lips ghosted over your neck, leaving a trail of soft kisses.
Your mind blurred with overwhelming pleasure. Jake’s skilled hands and Riki’s tongue working in tandem left you breathless, your body arching instinctively. One hand tangled in Riki’s hair, pulling a groan from his throat, while the other gripped Jake’s bicep as though to anchor yourself.
“F-Fuck~!” you whined, your voice trembling with need. “N-need more… please,” you begged, your hips rolling against Riki’s mouth.
“What a greedy girl,” Riki murmured, his smirk evident even through his teasing words. He paused just long enough to draw a desperate whine from you. “But since you asked so nicely…”
His thumb brushed over your swollen clit, making you jolt, before his lips latched onto it, sucking with just the right pressure. At the same time, his fingers dipped into your entrance, pushing two inside with ease. The obscene, wet sounds of his movements filled the room as he curled his fingers, hitting the perfect spot that made your cries grow louder.
Behind you, Jake’s deep voice rumbled near your ear. “Don’t forget about me, pretty.” His fingers brushed against your lips, coaxing them open. “Suck.”
Obediently, you parted your lips, taking his fingers into your mouth, your tongue swirling around them as your moans vibrated through you. Jake groaned softly, his free hand sliding down your body, spreading your folds as Riki’s fingers thrust faster, the combination leaving you unraveling.
“Haa… ’m c-close!” you whimpered, your core tightening impossibly as you climbed higher and higher.
“Let go for us, angel,” Riki encouraged, his voice low and coaxing. Jake’s fingers worked your clit as Riki’s thrust deeper, his pace relentless until your body finally shattered.
You let out a high pitched scream. Your release crashed over you in waves, your juices spilling onto Riki’s hand as he leaned down to taste you, his tongue savoring every drop.
“That’s it… good girl,” Jake praised, his hand delivering light slaps to your soaked cunt, sending jolts of pleasure through you. You trembled under their touch, soft whimpers spilling from your lips.
Riki placed a tender kiss against your throbbing clit, the gentleness making you shiver. “Delicious,” he murmured, rising to capture your lips in a heated kiss. The taste of yourself on his tongue made you whine, your arms instinctively wrapping around his neck to pull him closer.
You barely noticed Jake moved away until Riki gently maneuvered you onto his lap, his lips never leaving yours as he replaced Jake’s earlier position.
Jake, now fully bare behind you, let his hands slide down his boxers, his cock springing out of its confines, hard and resting against his abs. You moaned softly into Riki’s mouth, tugging at his shirt, eager to feel his skin beneath your fingertips.
Breaking off the kiss, he swiftly pulled off his shirt and pants, leaving him in nothing but his boxers. He reclined back against the headboard, his gaze dark and inviting.
“On your hands and knees, baby,” Riki murmured, his voice low and commanding. He gently guided you into position, his touch firm yet tender.
As you settled on all fours, you felt Jake behind you, now completely bare. His strong hands gripped your hips. His tip brushed teasingly against your entrance, sending a delicious shiver down your spine.
“You good, princess?” Jake asked, his thumbs tracing soothing circles on your hips.
“‘M okay,” you murmured breathlessly, anticipation coiling within you.
“Let us know if it’s too much, alright?” he reassured, his tone gentle. Slowly, he began to press into you, inch by inch. The stretch drew soft moans from both of you, his deep groan reverberating in the space between you as you adjusted to his size.
His hips snapped against yours, the sound of skin meeting skin filling the room. You moaned, your body arching as Jake filled you completely.
Glancing up, your eyes landed on Riki’s hard length straining against his boxers. Slowly, you reached out, sliding them down to free him. Your breath caught at the sight of him, his tip grazing his toned abdomen. A brief hesitation flickered in your chest, but the burning desire quickly overpowered it, broken moans spilling from your lips as Jake drove into you relentlessly.
Noticing your pause, Riki smirked, his fingers brushing tenderly over your cheek. “You can take it for me, right, baby?” he murmured, his voice like honey, soft yet dripping with confidence.
Swallowing your nerves, you nodded, leaning forward to press a kiss to his tip. Slowly, you parted your lips, taking him into your mouth. Riki’s head fell back, a low, guttural moan spilling from his lips as your warm tongue teased over him.
His fingers tangled in your hair, guiding you with a steady, deliberate touch. At first, his movements were gentle, but as you took him deeper, his breathing grew heavier, and his grip tightened just enough to encourage you further.
The overwhelming sensation of their cocks filling you had your head spinning, waves of pleasure surging through your trembling body. Your muffled moans sent vibrations along Riki's length, drawing a low groan from him as he bucked his hips slightly, his restraint fraying with each passing moment. Every sound, every movement, heightened the intensity, pushing you closer to the edge.
Riki’s pace quickened, his hips rolling as he thrust into your mouth, his voice rough with need. “Fuck, sorry, angel. Your mouth feels so good—you can take it for me, yeah?” he murmured, his grip tightening in your hair as his cock brushed the back of your throat.
You gagged briefly, tears pooling at the corners of your eyes, but the pleasure dulled any discomfort. The way he groaned your name sent a rush of heat through you, spurring you to take him even deeper.
Behind you, Jake groaned as he began to pick up his pace, his hands gripping your hips firmly. “Her pussy’s so tight, Ki,” he growled, his hips snapping into you with a steady rhythm. “Taking me in so perfectly.”
Your moans are muffled around Riki’s cock, your throat working to accommodate him as drool trickled from the corners of your lips. Jake’s thrusts grew deeper, his movements precise as he found your g-spot.
“Oh?” Jake teased, feeling your body clench around him. “Right there, huh?” He angled his hips, making sure to hit that spot repeatedly, drawing choked sounds from you as your eyes rolled back in pleasure.
“Such a good girl, taking us both,” Riki murmured softly, his thumb stroking your flushed cheek as his hips continued their relentless rhythm. He gazed down at you, a hint of admiration in his voice. “You look so pretty like this. Are you close, baby?”
You nodded weakly, unable to speak, humming around Riki’s cock as tears pricked the corners of your eyes. The vibration sent a shudder through him, and his voice grew more strained, his own release teetering on the edge.
“Cum for us princess,” Jake replied, his pace becoming erratic as his fingers found your clit, rubbing tight circles in time with his thrusts.
The pleasure became too much to handle, and your body tensed as you tipped over the edge. Your release came in waves, your walls clenching around Jake as he groaned, his own climax following quickly. Warmth flooded you as he spilled inside, filling you completely. At the same time, Riki’s release spilled down your throat, his hands tightening in your hair as his moans filled the room.
You pulled back from Riki’s cock, swallowing every drop before opening your mouth to show him. “Good girl,” he murmured, his thumb grazing your lips in approval.
Jake slowly pulled out of you, a mix of his release and yours dripping from your folds. You took deep breaths, trying to come down from your high. Jake gently helped you lay down, and you instinctively turned onto your side as they both settled beside you—Riki in front, Jake at your back. Your hand began pawing at Riki’s chest.
“Want you inside too,” you whined, draping your leg over his hips.
“You sure you can take it, baby?” Riki asked, his tone soft, his hands steadying your hips.
You nodded, humming softly as you reached down to guide his cock to your entrance. He got the message, pushing inside you slowly. Though Jake had stretched you before, Riki’s size was overwhelming, reaching deeper and making you sigh in bliss.
You heard him groan under his breath, his voice low and gravelly. “Fuck, you’re so tight...”
Turning your head, you glanced back at Jake, your eyes heavy with want. “Want you too,” you murmured, your voice trembling with need.
Jake smirked, brushing your hair back with surprising tenderness. “Gotta prep you first, sweetheart,” he whispered, his fingers tracing down your spine. “Got any lube?”
“It’s in the drawer, hyung,” Riki answered from behind, his voice thick with restraint. He shifted against you, his shallow thrusts betraying his impatience as he struggled to hold back. Each movement sent a soft moan tumbling from your lips, the anticipation curling in your stomach like a spark waiting to ignite.
Jake retrieved the lube, squirting some onto his fingers before gently probing your tight hole. His touch was careful, his fingers moving with slow precision to loosen you up, while Riki caressed your hips to counter any discomfort.
Once Jake was satisfied, he aligned himself with your other entrance, pushing in slowly. You moaned loudly, the sensation of being filled by both men leaving you trembling and breathless.
Your hips began to move instinctively, but they quickly stopped you, holding you still. Riki hooked your leg over his arm, his eyes dark with desire.
“Just stay still and take what we give you, baby,” Riki said, his voice low and commanding as he started thrusting into your pussy.
Jake followed, his movements timed with Riki’s so they alternated thrusts. The squelching sounds of their movements mixed with your moans, filling the room. A creamy ring coated Riki’s cock, a mix of Jake’s release and yours, as both men moved relentlessly inside you. Your body trembled with overstimulation, hands clutching Riki’s biceps desperately, soft moans spilling uncontrollably from your lips.
“Fuck, you’re so tight, baby,” Riki groaned, his thrusts growing more erratic.
“Mhm.. only for you,” you whimpered, trembling as pleasure coursed through your body.
Jake chuckled lowly behind you, his lips brushing against your ear. “What a good girl… no one can make you feel this good, right, princess?” he teased, his voice a sinful growl as his hand tightened on your waist.
“N-no… just you two,” you stammered, your voice barely audible through the haze of pleasure. Riki smirked, leaning down to kiss you as his pace quickened.
“That’s right, baby. You’re ours,” he whispered against your lips before pulling away.
Their thrusts grew harder, Riki filling your pussy while Jake claimed your ass, stretching you to the brink. The pressure built quickly, pleasure overwhelming as they moved in sync, driving you closer to the edge.
“Gonna cum for us, angel?” Riki murmured, his fingers brushing over your clit in tight circles.
You could barely form words, nodding frantically as your body tensed. “Y-yes!” you cried out, your voice breaking into a sob of pleasure.
“Come on, princess, let go for us,” Jake coaxed, his pace relentless as he leaned down to press a kiss to your shoulder.
The tension in your core snapped, and you screamed their names as your orgasm tore through you, your walls clenching tightly around Riki and Jake. Your body trembled violently, the pleasure washing over you in waves.
Riki cursed under his breath as your pussy milked him, his hips snapping into you one final time as he came, filling you with his warmth. Jake groaned deeply, his own release spilling into you as his movements stilled, the three of you collapsing into a tangled mess of limbs and heavy breathing.
“Good girl,” Riki murmured, brushing a strand of hair from your damp forehead as he kissed you softly.
Completely spent, you collapsed onto the bed, your body trembling from the aftershocks. Their cocks still inside you, the mix of fluids leaving you sticky but utterly satisfied.
As you nestled between them, their warmth lulling you into a state of blissful exhaustion, Riki’s voice broke the silence. “Think you can handle one more, angel?”
Jake grinned, his lips brushing tenderly against your shoulder. “Just one more, pretty… you’ve been so good for us. You can do it, yeah?” His voice was soft, almost coaxing, but his words sent a shiver down your spine.
Both of them were already moving again, their thrusts relentless, the lewd sound of skin meeting skin and slick noises filling the room.
“F-Fuck, can’t—!” You whined in overstimulation, your cries quickly muffled by Riki as he captured your lips in a desperate, heated kiss.
“Just one more, princess. That’s okay, right?” Jake whispered in your ear, but you knew it wasn’t. They wouldn’t stop until they’d pulled every last tremble, every broken moan from you, until your mind was hazy and all you could do was babble about how good they felt.
Their names spilled from your lips in a breathless chant, the pleasure crashing over you in waves, leaving you utterly spent, trembling, and completely undone in their arms.
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