oh shit, are we in love? || Jongho (m.)
đ pairing ⢠cheerleader! (fem) reader x best friend/basketball player! Jongho
đ summary ⢠youâve called Jongho your best friend all your life. You were attached at the hip for ages, and even as you take on college together. With no other relationship experience other than with him, when you decide to go after a cute classmate, you look to Jongho for some help. Asking him to practice âthingsâ with you seemed like nothingâthat is, until kissing him made you think that you couldnât kiss anyone else.
đ genre/au ⢠best friends to lovers, college au, smut, fluff
đ warnings/tags ⢠18+ MINORS DNI, unprotected sex, oral sex (male recieving), cum shot, Jongho is a virgin, also is a slut for y/n, drinking, mentions of knee injury, best friends to lovers, college love, cheerleader x basketball player
đ word count ⢠15.8k (so sorry I just couldnt stop)
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When you were kids, Jongho gave you a ringâa ring made out of straw paper he kept after a trip to get milkshakes after school.
With the paper straw ring, he stuck it on your ring finger. The wrong one, but that didn't matter to him, anyway. He declared to you that he would marry you someday. Someday, whatever that meant to a young kid. With the ring already on your finger, you couldn't exactly decline his proposal, so you just shrugged and told him, âWhy not?â
At seventeen, you went to prom together. Not because you liked each other, no. Because it was convenient, it made sense. How could you go with someone else? You wore a beautiful red gown, Jongho matching you with a patterned red tie. You had a great time, went home together, and nearly kissed at your doorstepâyou didn't think too much of it. You blamed it on the atmosphere. So did he.
You sat at your desk in your cramped dorm room, your bed pushed up on the left side of the room and a mess of pillows and blankets covering it.Â
Suddenly, as you were finally getting to the good part in your book, Jongho barged into your room, dropping his basketball bag onto the floor with a groan. He tossed his slides off, not even meeting your gaze before walking like a zombie towards your messy bed, throwing himself on top.
âWell hello to you too,â you blinked, losing your page in your book. âGet out of my damn bed, you're sweaty as fuck.â
He huffed, crossing his muscular arms across his chest, staring up at the glow stars you put on the ceiling. âLeave me be. My roommate is fucking some chick right now. I just need to lay down.â
âSan seems like he gets around a lot,â you scoffed, picking up your book again. You were currently reading a very, very smutty bookâalthough you were supposed to be studying your literature anthology text for the exam you had in the morning. You flipped a page.Â
âOh, he does,â Jongho sniffed. You looked over at him, his cut-off t-shirt revealing a good bit of skin on his side, his sweat gleaming on his body. âI mean, practice just ended. He had to have the damn girl in there even before he got back. Itâs ridiculous.â
He sat up now, putting his back against his headboard. He winced a bit as he moved, his hand going to the brace around his knee.
You paused, completely forgetting the smut you were reading. âWhat is it? Is it hurting again?â
âJust a little, itâs no biggie.â Jongho offered you a smile, but it looked more like a grimace. âDon't give me that look, y/n. I hurt it a while ago. It's normal for it to ache occasionally.â
Back in your senior year, he tore his ACL before the season, causing him to never have his final year of basketball. He was a mess, but at least he had you. He got surgery, had physical therapy, but yet, he still has pain to this day.
You met his eyes for a moment, sighing when that gorgeous smile of his poked through his lips. âFine, fine. Just get outa here when you can. I got someâŚimportant things to do alone tonight.â
He furrowed his brows, confused. âWhat could you possiblyâŚ..oh,â he shut his eyes painfully. âPlease, I don't want to imagine it.â He scooted back down on the bed and tossed your blanket on top of him. âMy eyes, my eyes.â
âOh, shut up, you pussy.â You set your book down, crossing your legs. âA girl gotta live out her fantasies somehow, alright?â
âLa la la,â he repeated, trying his best to ignore the conversation. âI don't wanna hear it.â
You let out a chuckle, stood up from your seat, and tossed yourself onto the bed with him, tackling him as he thrashed from your grip.
âStop it, stop it,â he groaned, wriggling away from your hands as you tickled him. He giggled, childlike. You giggled right along with him, not even caring about the damn sweat that coated his skin, his clothes. You tangled together under the blanket, and after a good couple minutes of a tickle fight, you grabbed your laptop to watch your favorite TV show.
Jongho stayed under the blankets with you, his leg strewn on top of your body, his head in the crook of your neck as you watched the show together. He let out a few snide commentsâearning a slap from you, but he just chuckled and nuzzled closer into you.
And after a few episodes, he fell asleep on you, legs tangled in yours, your arm wrapped around him.
â
âDude, you wouldn't answer your phone last night,â Wooyoung mumbled as he stuffed a couple of chips into his mouth. âDo you literally have a new bitch every night?â
You and your friends were sitting at a table in the dining hall, munching on some lunch before you had class. Wooyoung, San, and Mingi sat across from you and Jongho, all of them in workout gearâthey were going to the gym after lunch.
âListen, last night wasn't even that good,â San hummed dully, taking a sip of his protein shake. âShe was too damn loudââ
âI thought you liked them whiny,â Mingi deadpanned.
Sanâs eyes narrowed on the giant. âYour point? She was loud, not whinyâthereâs a difference.â San looked to Jongho now, a slight smirk on his pretty little lips. âWhereâd you go? You could've joined us.â
Jongho waved his hands sporadically. âNo, no, Iâd rather not, thank you.â
San huffed playfully, eyes dancing to you. They glimmered knowingly. âAh, youâd rather be in her bed, right?â he nodded his head towards you, earning a harsh glare from Jongho.
âSo what if I'm in her bed, itâs not like we do anything.â Jonghoâs eyes went frantic, and his fists balled. âWeâve always slept with each otherâwait, that came out wrongââ
âWhat heâs trying to say is that weâve slept in the same bed since we were little, that nothing is ever gonna happen,â you interjected, crossing your arms across your chest.
San laughed at that. âAh yeah, that nothingâs gonna happen, gotcha,â he said, taking the last sip of his protein shake. Iâm going to the gym if you guys are ready. Jongho, y/n, you coming?â
You shook your head, but stood up with everyone else, anyway. âI have class, but you guys have fun. Iâll walk out with you.â
As you and your friends left the dining hall, the cool, winter air breezed through you, sending chills down your spine. Your winter coat wasn't enough. You shoved your hands into your pockets, walking stiffly next to jongho, who simplyâpossibly even without thinking, tossed his arm around your shoulder, warming you up instantly. Your friends continued to talk and carry on, and you snuggled up into Jonghoâs warm side.
â
Class was a bore. As per usual. The spring semester had just started, and the new classes you had were far from entertaining. Anything to get through school, though.
As you packed up your things, a phone fell from the seat in front of you, landing right by your feet. You picked it up, but when the person was no longer sitting there, you quickly tossed your bag over your shoulder to follow him.
âHey, excuse me!â you huffed, chasing after the guyâdamn, his legs were long. He moved way too fast for you. âYour phoneâŚ.dude!��� you finally reached him, tapping him on the shoulder, only for the most gorgeous man to grace the earth to turn around.
You forced yourself to keep your jaw from falling to the floor as you met his dark eyes. His hair was even darker, his lips a soft pink, curling up slightly.Â
âIâm sorry,â you breathed, holding up the phone. âBut you dropped this.â
The pretty guy blinked, smirking. The classroom emptied as you stood staring at each other, oblivious to the professor giving you a side-eye as he left.
âI don't think thatâs mine,â he said blandly, but his eyes glimmered mischievously. He looked a bit olderâdefinitely older than you, at least.
You furrowed your brows, looking at the phone in your hands. âI could've sworn you were the one sitting in front of me,â you wondered, confused. You pushed it forward into his chest. âJust take it I don't have time to find the owner if it's not yours.â
He smiled down at you, his thick eyebrows raising. âI won't take it.â
âWhy the hell not?â your patience was running thinâyou had to get the cheer practice. This stupidly pretty guy was not allowed to make you late. You were not running laps. Not today.Â
You were about to just shove it into his pockets until his mouth opened. âNot without your number.â
You frowned. âIs thatâŚ.is that supposed to be a pickup line?â
He shrugged. âIf you want it to be, then yes.â
God, the smile this damn boy had. You were gonna crumble under his gaze like some schoolgirl, but you kept your cool.
His eyes were so bright, so clear. He was tall, much taller than you, much older. You watched as he looked around, away from you. âIf not, then Iâll just take the phone backââ
âNo, no,â you laughed awkwardly, looking at the phone in your hands. âYou justâŚyouâll just need to unlock it.â
He smiled gorgeously. âI can do that.â
He took the phone, typed in a few numbers, and gave it right back to you. âWhatâs your name?âÂ
ây/n,â you hummed, forcing your blush away. This was the first time you had been asked for your number, the first time a guy other than Jongho or your friends had looked at you. âYou?â
âSeonghwa,â the pretty boy smiled, a name now to the face. You couldn't help but grin at his expressionâand the utter insanity that just happened. It was totally random; a pretty guy asking for your number? Thatâs never happened in all your years. Never.Â
âIf I ask to buy you a coffee,â he started as you fumbled on your phone number. âWould you say yes?â
âDepends,â you shrugged, unable to look up at him. âIf you get me food, too.â
âDeal.â Goddamn, that smile, those teeth. âTomorrow, after class? Before class?â
You bit your lip, handing the phone back to him. âBefore, I have practice after class.â actually, you had practice like, right now. You probably looked crazy, eyes wide as you realized where you needed to be. âI gotta goâspeaking of whichââ
Before you could leave, he called for you. âHey, where should we meet?â
âOutside the library?â you tossed out, hoping he answered hastily.Â
He nodded, giving you that smile once again.Â
âPerfect.â
â
You were in bed after practice, and Jongho was sitting quietly on your desk chair, slowly taking off his knee brace and hissing.Â
âGod, this thing sucks,â he groaned, the velcro tearing as he peeled it off. The brace was like a metal cage, going from his thigh to his lower calf, looking like a deathtrap.
âAnd it stinks,â you mumbled dramatically, staring up at your ceiling, hands folded on your stomach as your mind wandered. You sat up quickly, startling your best friend.Â
âWhat? What is it?â he spat out, running a hand through his sweaty hair. âYou just sat up like a goddamn zombie.â
âIf, letâs just say, hypothetically,â you wondered, looking out into space. âThat I got asked out on a date to a coffee shop, how would I dress?â
Jonghoâs eyes widened. âYou got asked out? You?â he asked incredulously.
You scoffed, looking over at him with a playful sneer. âIs that so hard to believe?â
He laughed, finally taking off his brace and setting it on the side of your desk. âOh yeahây/n, youâve never once gone on a date in all of our years of friendship. It's shocking.â
You blinked at him, gripping a pillow from behind you and tossing it at him. Of course, he caught it.Â
âIâm just sayingââ
âOkay, but for real,â you groaned, shifting to get comfy again. âYouâve been on some dates, how did the girls usually dress for them? Did you ever go on a coffee dateââ
âWhoâs the guy?â he huffed out, completely ignoring your worries.
You flattened your lips. âDoes that matter?â
âUh, yeah. What if the guy is a scumbag?â Jongho leaned back in the chair, stretching out his arms.Â
âHeâs definitely not a scumbag,â you sighed, thinking of how dreamy he looked, missing Jonghoâs worried expression. âAnyway, you didn't answer my question.â
You couldn't figure out the look on your best friendâs face. He knitted his brows, his eyes raising to yours. âJust dress normally,â he spoke softly. âWhenâs your date?â
âTomorrow.â You hopped off your bed and walked towards your closet across from Jongho. He followed you as you moved and hesitated to look as you tore off your top, leaving you standing in your sports bra.
Jongho gulped but rolled his eyes playfully. âWhy do you always undress in front of me?â His eyes naturally dropped to your hips as you slid off your sweatpants. âI am a man, too, you know.â
âPfft, man, my ass,â you turned your back to him as he tried his best not to look. You grabbed a t-shirtâhis t-shirt that you kept from a while agoâand tossed it on. You didn't even bother with pants.
Jongho gave you a look as you turned to face him. âMy shirt? Really?â He groaned, mouth parted as he looked at you. âWhere the hell are your pants?â
âI don't like pants.â
âThen put shorts onââ
âIs it a crime to sleep in my underwear? God, at least I have something on, dammit.â you walked past him and hopped back onto your bed. âI could be completely nakedâthis is my room, remember?â
Jongho didn't change his expressionâhe blinked at you while you sat on the bed, bare-legged, the skin up to the top of your thigh visible. He took in a gulp. âI, uh, I got an assignment due at midnight. Iâm gonna head back to my room.â
You shrugged and shuffled into bed to get comfy. âHave fun with that, babycakes,â you said, giving him a wink, but he ignored it and left your room without another look.
â
Maybe it was a bad idea to wear jeans on a day like today.
A day when you woke up painfully bloated, bleeding, and aching from your period. Out of all the days, you had to get it today.Â
You stood outside the library, your back against the red brick building. You wore a cute pink top with the flared jeans you were struggling with, and you added a cute little bow to hold your hair back.
You saw Seonghwa walk up to you. His lower half was also dawned in wonderfully-fitting jeans. They hugged his thighs, loosening a bit at his knees, and fell over a pair of sparkling clean white sneakers that looked like they were worth more than your car.Â
The white shirt was also slim against his lean frame. You held back any reaction you had like a damn cat in heat. âHey,â he started as he neared. âReady to go? We can go to the coffee shop on campus since we have class coming up.â
You nodded, hoping to god the smile on your face was not grimace-like.Â
âYep, letâs go.â
You sat with your hands in your lap, fiddling with your fingers anxiously as Seonghwa waited for your drinks. You looked over at him, watching his figure lean against the closest wall, how his long, long legs looked in those damn pants, how his fingers tapped against his arm as he waited. You barely knew him, nothing much other than knowing his name and now his coffee order, and you wondered what it would be like to get to know him.Â
When he sat down in front of you, he handed you your coffee, a bright, blinding smile on his face. âI pegged you as the type to like ridiculously flavored seasonal drinksâŚ.â he paused, smirking, as you froze mid-sip on yourâŚ.seasonal drink. Highly, highly sugary seasonal drink. âGuess Iâm a good judge of character.â
You swallowed the party of sugar and cinnamon before giving him a shy smile. âIâm a sucker for them, to be honest.â
You sat quietly for a good while, sipping on your drink, him sipping on his. The feeling wasâŚnice. However, you were a bit anxious as he looked at you, at your lips, as you drank from the straw.Â
âYouâre a cheerleader for the basketball team, right?â He tilted his head slightly, looking at you. âI feel like Iâve seen you somewhereâbesides class, I mean.â
You nodded. âYep, I cheer for the basketball team,â you took another sip of your drink. âDo you play? I think I would've seen you before, though.â
âActually,â he started, offering you a kind smile. âI just transferred in from another university. I start official practice today, but Iâve been to many games already.â
Oh, so heâd seen you and known that you were on the cheer squad even before he approached you?
Cute.Â
âOh, wow,â you smiled, leaning closer without realizing it. âSo, will you be playing in the next game, then?â
âYes,â he looked ecstatic, like he can't wait. âWeâll see how much playing time I actually get, though. Those guys are very goodââ
âOh, I know!â you didn't mean to interrupt him, but you would take any chance to brag about your Jongho. âMy best friend is the point guard.â
âYou know Jongho?â Seonghwa smiled, but it looked a bit weary. âHeâs a great guy.â
âHe really is.â you took a large sip of your coffee, meeting Seonghwaâs gaze as you did it. His gaze fluttered to your lips once more, and he licked his own.Â
He tapped against the wooden table. âWould youâŚ.want to do this again?â
You raised your brows. âThis? You mean, getting coffee?â
âNot exactly,â he blinked, letting out a little chuckle. âAnything, justâŚwe can hang out more, if you're down with that.â
Your heart fluttered a bit. âAh, yeah, I would like that.â
He smiled. âGood,â he looked at the clock on the wall near your seat. âWe gotta get to class.â
âClass, yeah, thatâs right,â you were lost in his gaze, not even realizing how captivating his entire being was. You followed him out of the coffee shop, walking next to each other, until you got to the classroom.
He took the seat next to you this time, and you were beginning to suffocate from the feeling of his body being so close.
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âI think Iâm doomed.â
Jongho, like always, is in your room when you come back from practice. He sat up from his lazy position on your bed, eyebrows raised.
âWhyâs that?â
You huffed, tossing your cheer bag onto the floor next to your desk. âWhat if he kisses me? Iâve never kissed anyone, fuck, I bet Iâll look like a fish trying to gulp fucking waterââ
âGod, youâve been here for not even a minute, and you're blabbing on like a maniac already.â He blinked, his face deadpanned as he looked at you. âWhy are you so concerned? Did the date go well?â
You groaned dramatically, tossing off your sneakers, and balancing yourself on the back of your desk chair. âHe asked me for another date, but I know damn well what that means, and I can't let him find out that I am a twenty-something-year-old virgin thatâs only ever kissed books and my mother.â
Jongho looked like he was about to burst out laughing at your desperate words, biting the inside of his cheek. He managed to squeak out, âOh, I think youâre a lost cause,â he giggled. Giggled.
âThis is not funny. You're no help,â you groaned, tossing your head back as you walked to your closetâwhen a perfect idea came to you.Â
âWait a damn minuteââ
âWhat is it now?â Jongho sat up on your bed, legs dangling off the side.
You turned around sharply, facing him, eyes wide with mischief. His eyes widened at your expression.
âLend me your lips,â you said, walking up to him, but he leaned back in confusion, his arms holding himself behind him.
âWhat?â He scoffed, unable to meet your gaze. âThe hell do you mean?â
You leaned over him on the bed, him unable to lean any further back without falling. You held yourself up on both sides of him. âOh, come on. Just once. You can help me learn how to kiss. Who else could?â
He furrowed his brows. âYouâre crazy.â
âI know,â you shrugged. âBut Iâd rather die than embarrass myself.â
âYou do know,â He started, letting out a sigh. âThat friends don't kiss each other? Or did you miss that memo?â
âI swear it won't mean anything,â you pleaded, knowing you were acting crazy, immature, whatever.Â
Jongho huffed, leaning forward, but grabbing your shoulders to move you away. âListen,â he sighed, meeting your eyes. âWhy don't you go ask San or Mingi?â
âBecause San scares me,â you shrugged. âHeâd probably eat me. And Mingi isâŚ.MingiâŚ.â
âWhat does that even meanââ
âFor fuckâs sake, Jongie,â you grabbed his shoulders. âIs this asking too much? Weâve been best friends for so long. How would something so trivial as a kiss mess with it?â
Jongho looked like he had something to sayâa lot to say, actually. But he stayed quiet, sighing, as he looked up at you from his seated position on the bed. Â
âOkay, but if I have to kiss someone as filthy as you,â he huffed, crossing his arms. âWhat do I get out of it?â
You hummed. âHmm. well, what do you want?â
He smiled mischievously. âDo my paper for me. For my lit class.â
âEasy, done,â you leaned forward. âNow gimme your lipsââ
âAh ah ah, slow down,â he scoffed. âYou can't just toss yourself into the kiss. You have to lead into it.â
âGot it,â you blinked, looking into his golden brown eyes, noticing howâŚnice they were. âHow do I do that?â
âWell, I bet heâll try to kiss you first,â Jongho ran a hand through his fluffy brown hair, matching his eyes. You took note of it, too. He stood up, causing you to subconsciously step away from him. You both now stood in the middle of your dorm room, the room dimly lit by your desk lamp, the warm hue coloring the tanned skin of his face.
âOkay,â you nodded, almost freaking yourself out for noticing his details, the slight curve of his lips, the way his hair fell across his forehead.Â
Jonghoâs calloused hand slowly, hesitantly, moved towards your face. You watched his eyes as his fingertips brushed your skin, watching them scrunch, watching them focus on his movements. âMaybe heâd hold you like this,â he spoke softly, eyes jumping to yours, his hand twitching slightly.
âBut what do I do?â you weakly jutted out, biting the corner of your bottom lip. âDo IâŚtouch youâtouch him, too?â
He shrugged, swallowing hard. âI mean, you do what comes naturally.â
He was so close. So close. It's not like youâve never been closer to him, because you have, but something was suffocating. Maybe this wasn't a good idea.
Maybe this is just how itâs supposed to feel.
You stared into his eyes, those brown eyes, thoseâŚ.sparkling, pretty eyes. You swallowed as his hand slid down to your chin, tilting it up softly.
There was an unknown emotion dancing in his gaze. You were extremely aware of the spark that was setting off from his touch.Â
He leaned in closer, and as he got closer and closer, you felt your heartbeat flutter in your chest. You heard it in your ears, felt your stomach tighten.Â
âIâm going to kiss you now,â he said hushedly. You noticed that the tips of his ears were flushed red, and a dusting of the color was across his cheeks. When he pressed his lips to yours, you widened your eyes from the feeling, then shut them to savor it.
His mouth moved across yours, you felt the warmth of his lips, the softness of them. His other handâthe one that wasn't holding onto your chin, rested around your hip, his grip tightening.Â
You froze under his lips, unsure of how to do this. You moved your mouth against his, then, trying to move with his movements. You hesitantly wrapped your arms around his neck, unsure of what to do with them if you didn't do that. You felt a small smile in his kiss.
You pressed your body into him as his lips parted against yours. You felt the soft tickle of his shaky breaths against your skinâyou could only imagine what you felt like to him.
He parted from you, only slightly, and took a sharp inhale. You still had your eyes shut tight, lips parted, as you got lost in the feeling.Â
You opened them, meeting his gaze, meeting that heart-shattering look he had. His lips were red like his ears, like his cheeks. His eyes were hazy, his hands still on you. You felt your heart crumbling inside you.Â
Without another word, you leaned back up to him, awkwardly wrapping your hand around his neck, fingers tangling into his hair. He shut his eyes, and let out a pleasured sound, stirring something, awakening something inside.
You kissed him this time, even knowing that you had no idea what you were doing. You just trusted these instincts you were feeling, the emotions that were overtaking your mind. Your body told you to part your lips against his sweet lips, to savor the slightly salty taste against them. To lean into his body. You couldn't help but allow yourself to touch his waist, gliding your hand down his abs, his stomach, feeling his muscles tighten under your touch.Â
He sighed into your mouth, his hands gripping your waist, his fingertips brushing the bare skin under your blouse. His lips felt so good, so soft, so electrifying. This feeling was unlike any other, you were beginning to lose your breath, your senses, your mind.
And when you let out a little moanâwithout intending to, you were shocked back to reality. You pulled away from him quickly, moving your hands to your sides, trying to catch your breath. Jongho was also huffing, begging for oxygen, as he stood in front of you. His lips were bright red now; his eyes were wide.
âAh, um,â you cleared your throat, forcing out a laugh. âSo, did I do a good job?â
Jongho blinked, still looking out of it. âHuh? Oh, uh, yeah.â He swallowed, nodded, and crossed his arms across his chest. âMhm. For your first kiss, you did good.âÂ
Good? Good? God, that felt euphoric. Like you were drugged, high, out in space. You still couldn't get your heartbeat to slow. âGreat.â That was all you managed to squeak out, now that you were suddenly aware of the ability to just kiss him again. You realized that the air was odd now, that something felt different.Â
âYou tasted like sweat,â you playfully added, letting out an awkward laugh as you gave him a shoulder punch. âMaybe I should've kissed San or Mingi instead.â
âI am a great kisser, Iâll have you knowââ Jongho boasted, but you interrupted him.Â
âPfft,â you waved a hand as if you weren't just about to hyperventilate from his kiss, his touch. âYou sucked, youâre a horrible teacherââ
âOh?â he huffed, gripping your arms just below your elbows. âIâll kiss you again, Iâll prove it, Iâll do you one betterââ
âFine! More practice for me, anyway.â
Jongho let out a grumble of incoherent words before grabbing you by the back of the neck and pressing his mouth to yours once more, his lips gliding against yours.Â
You grabbed the fabric of his shirt, tightening your grip as he pushed his tongue through your lips, into your mouth. You let out a sigh as he did it, his fingertips gripping your hair on the back of your head.
After a long few minutes of eating each other, He pulled away this time. He let go of you, his hands falling at his sides. âThere,â he breathed. âNow you know how to handle a kiss like that. You know, just in case.â
You licked your bottom lip, sparks still flying around your body. You tasted him still, the saltiness of his sweat. You smelled the woodsy cologne he used, the minty taste of gum.Â
âThanks,â you smiled, trying your best not to let these thoughts of him overtake you. âFor helping me with this. Youâre such a good best friend.â
âAh, yeah,â he sniffed, forcing a smile. âI should, uh. I should go, I have something to submit before midnight, so,â He gulped, taking a step away from you. âBut happy to help, of course. Now you owe me my paper.â
âAye, aye, captain,â you scoffed, smiling playfully as he walked to the door to put on his shoes.
âIâll see you tomorrow, yeah?â he called out as he opened the door, leaving after you offered him a wave goodbye.
And once the door shut, you nearly lost your breath, falling onto your bed.
âOh god,â you breathed, putting a hand to your mouth. âWhat was that? Iâugh!â you groaned, thrashing your legs around. âWhy the fuck was he so hot? Get a grip, get a grip.â you ran your hands aggressively through your hair and gripping it. âFuck I think my brain lost too much oxygen.â
You couldn't sleep one bitânot at all. Every time you closed your eyes, all you saw was Jongho, and all you felt was him.
â
A few days pass and you barely see your best friend.
It's not that heâs ignoring you or vice versa; it's that he had an away game a good distance away and was off campus for a good few days.Â
While he was gone, you wondered if he was thinking the same way you were, if he felt something, too, or if it was just normal to have feelings during a kiss.Â
Irritated by your stupid mind, you were unsure about the feeling in your chest when you saw Jongho in the library; his baseball hat flipped backwards over his soft brown hair.
You would look odd if you ran away, right? Right.
You strutted over to where he was sitting. He always loved the window seats, mainly to people watch. You sat down in the seat across from him.
âWhenâd you get back?â
He lifted his eyes to yours. âLast night,â he grumbled, flipping a page in the book in front of him.
âWhat are you reading?â you leaned forward on your elbows.
He reacted much worse than you thought, flying backward into his chair, a terrified look on his face.Â
âYo, Iâm not gonna bite you, Jeez,â you raised a brow, moving your gaze to the book. âOh, ew, anatomy. No thanks.â
He scoffed, picking off an invisibleâor maybe an extremely smallâpiece of lint from his black hoodie. He didn't say anything in response, he just continued what he was doing.
âSo,â you tried to continue the conversation with him without it turning to mush. âIâm gonna be going to Seonghwaâs frat tonight. There's a party or something.â
He looked at you with shock. âYouâre going to a party?â
âIs that so hard to believe?â you rolled your eyes, leaning back to cross your arms around your chest. Jonghoâs vision dipped to the movement.
âWell, given that you hate crowded places,â he trailed off, not really having another excuse. âI just can't see you going toââ
ây/n?â a voice softly murmured from your left, and both you and Jongho turned to see Seonghwa walking up to your table, a bag slung across his broad shoulder. His hair was pulled up in a half up half down do, little black strands framing his unfathomable face.
Jongho, in the corner of your eye, looked away from the tall basketball player, opting for the view outside the library.
âSeonghwa?â you smiled, uncrossing your arms to look less like a grumpy bitch. âWhatâs up?â
You didn't even look to see the irritation on Jonghoâs face.
âI was coming in to study but then I saw you in the corner of my eye,â he smiled, beamed, really, adjusting the bag on his shoulder. He then nodded to Jongho, offering him a smile, too. âHey, Jongho.â
Your best friend managed to give him a smile back, although you knew his face all too wellâthat was a damn grimace. âHey.âÂ
You looked between the two boys as seonghwa spoke again. âHey, me and y/n are gonna be at the party tonight. You wanna come? The other guys on the team will be there, too.â
âWell, I can't imagine San missing a function,â Jongho scoffed, cracking his knuckles aggressively. âBut I guess Iâll come, too.â
You nearly dropped your jaw onto the floor.
âReally?â you interjected, shocked. âI can't imagine you going to a partyââ
âAnyway,â Jongho cleared his throat, ignoring you. âWhat time?â
Seonghwa furrowed his brows as he tried to recall. âUh, I think ten? It goes till two, no later,â He looked to you then. âDo you wanna go for some lunch?â
You blushed. Jongho huffed. âOh, yes. That would be nice,â you smiled, to which Jongho rolled his eyes in response. You stood up from your seat and offered your best friend a playful wink. âSee you tonight, jongie.â
When you walked away, seonghwa slugged an arm around your shoulder on the way out. Jongho, still in his seat, tightened his grip on the textbook as he watched you leave.
And then he couldn't even enjoy people-watching when he saw you walk down the sidewalk with that string bean.
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You didn't hear from jongho the rest of the day, and even when ten oâclock came, he was M.I.A. You shrugged it off, trying too hard to ignore the tug in your chest, the desire to go to his room and kiss him again.Â
You made it to the frat house that sat on the end of the Greek life strip in town. It was a tall, skinny building that looked way too nice to be lived in by a bunch of boys. You made sure to wear your filthy Converse, knowing damn well whether booze, puke, or a plethora of other fluids would end up all over them. Despite not going to many parties in your lifetime, you still had common sense.Â
You walked into the house, getting bombarded with tons of odd smells, some good and some bad. The interior was dark, lit with random colored lights that danced all over the walls, the people.Â
Loud, ungodly music blared through oddly positioned speakers in the wall, and there was a sea of people talking and carrying on. You weren't sure how the fuck they could hear each other over the awful music.
You walked further into the house, making a B-line to where you assumed the alcohol was. There was a bunch of beer cans, and you grabbed one with ease, cracking it open and chugging it like a champ. However, the beer sucked ass, leaving an awful taste in your mouth. You must've made a face.
âIcky?â Seonghwaâs smooth voice envelopes you with comfort.Â
You turn to him, offering him a sincere smile. He looked great, as always, with his hair growing even longer. âVery, but if it gets me drunk, Iâll handle it.â
âSo brave,â he chuckled, standing closer to you by the second. Your mind wanders to the thought of him touching you. Would it feel as good as it did with Jongho? Would his hands be gentle? Would his lips taste as sweet?Â
His hand on the small of your back interrupted your thoughts.
You needed to be drunk. Quick, so you can handle these stupid ideas.
âItâs good to see you here,â he starts, but you can't help but look at his lips. You weren't thinking about themâno, rather, you were thinking of Jonghoâs. Would Seonghwa feel the same?
You took another sip of your drink to get the last drop before grabbing another. âDo they have something else? This shit sucks.â
Seonghwa looked at you for a long moment before nodding in a direction. âThereâs vodka in the cabinet if you want it?â
You let out a sigh of relief, but still, you kept drinking the shitty beer. âYes, god, yes.â
After you got ahold of the vodka, you regretted your choice against the beer.
You must've blacked out for a bitâyou don't remember how you got in the living room, how you got onto Seonghwaâs lap, how his lips were on your neck. You delightfully craned your neck to feel it better, to feel his hot breaths, his hands on your waist. However, when you opened your eyes, you realized that you were imagining someone else under you.
You pulled away from him, but you didn't get off him. You looked into his eyes, seeing the desire drip from them. You were too messed upâblame that on your shitty tolerance, to care what you were doing right now. âCan I try something?â you fluttered your eyelashes, not meaning it in a sultry way, but it came out that way.
âOf course,â Seonghwa mused, a little smile prickling at his lips.
Lips that you wanted to kissânot because you needed to, but because you needed to see something, feel somethingâhave something to compare to that ethereal experience you had with your best friend.
And at his approval, you leaned forward, doing everything that you were taught, and pressed your lips to Seonghwaâs. He responded well, gripping the back of your head as he kissed you back, and you slid your tongue in his mouth, half expecting to feel something, anything.
But there you were, imagining Jongho, his smell, his taste, the way he cautiously touched you and held you. Nothing can compare, not even this.
You pulled away from him, eyebrows raised, mouth agape. He looked confused at your reaction but put on a sloppy smile. âEverything okay?â
You were going to say no. you were going to cry out and say that you were going to die because you kept thinking about Jongho. You couldn't even kiss a hot guy, a guy you wanted to date, without thinking how much better it felt with Jongho. Everything felt better with him. It was comfortable, unnerving, exciting, all at the same time.
You smiled, but with how drunk you were, you could assume that it looked like a grimace. âI uh, yeah, I just gottaâŚ.go do somethingâ-bye,â you huffed out, offering him a little, awkward wave, before you ran out of the spinning room.
You ended up on the back porch, not sure how you got there, but the world was spinning. Your chest was aching. You needed air, anything, you needed to breathe.
The cool air hit you just right, enveloping your lungs, helping you breathe. Your skin was hot, flaming underneath your clothes, and you were sure your cheeks were bright red. After noticing a couple making out in the corner, you grimaced and ran back into the house.
God, what a shitshow.
You avoided seonghwa narrowly, making your way up the creaky, thin staircase to get your own space. You opened the first door you got to, tossed yourself in, and slammed your back against the door with a sigh of relief.
That relief didn't last long.
ây/n, what the hell?â Jongho nearly screeched, turning his body slightly as he stood over the toilet, zipping up his pants in a frenzy. âThe fuck? Don't you know how to knock?â
You didn't say anything. You just took a deep breath, your gaze falling over him.
ây/n?â He repeated, standing a bit awkwardly on the other side of the room, leaning over to flush the toilet. He looked a bit rough around the edges as he washed his hands quickly, looking over at you as he dried them. He walked up to you now, hesitantly, unsure about your expression.
You fiddled with your fingers as the world slowed around you.
âAre you gonna talk?â He scoffed playfully, his eyes raking your body, forcing themselves up to your face. âAre you okay?â
âNo,â you swallowed, shaking your head, the door behind you the only thing holding you up.
He gave you a concerned look, running a damp hand through his silky hair, and you couldn't help but think about how wonderful it would be to rake your hands through it, too. âNo, that you're not okay, or no, that youâre not gonna talk?
You blinked. â....yes.â
He sighed. His eyes looked hazy, not quite to the extent yours probably looked, but still, he was not in his right mind, either. You took a shaky breath, watching those brown irises fall to your lips, to your chest.Â
You clench your fingers together, your body, dying to do something your heart would regret. You swallowed hard, sighing.
âArenât you acting like this because you have something to say?â He asked, his words dripping like honey from his lips.
You shook your head. âNo.â
He looked like he was fighting a smile. âI think you are.â
âNo, Iâm notâIâm not acting like this because I have something to say.â Your mind was already screaming at you, begging you not to do anything. Begging you not to say anything. âBecause I want to do something.â
The air was stuffy. The bathroom was filthy, the window was cracked open, blowing in a slight breeze, gently running up your arms, sending chills down your spine.Â
Jongho tilted his head. âTo do what?â
The vodka in your basically vodka-virgin body was bubbling under your skin, infiltrating your mind, your blood. It was taking control over your every move, every idea, everything. So when he asked you that, when he looked like the most beautiful person in the world as he spoke, with his pretty ass hair and his lips and his flushed cheeks, you knew what you wanted to do.
âTo kiss you,â you didn't stutter. You stayed put against the door despite your words. âI just wanna do it again. Every time I look at you, I want to do it.â
Jonghoâs eyes widened, but he didn't run away like you thought he would. He just stood there, breathlessly, his hands at his sides and his mouth parted. Itâs like he wanted to do it too, with the way his fingers twitched as you spoke, with the way his lips almost curled up completely.Â
You pushed off the door, taking a step towards him. When he didn't back away, you took another step. You were so close to him that you were able to feel the soft, hot breaths he was letting out against your skin. His breath smelled like that disgusting beer, but it didn't matter at allâactually, you wanted to taste it on his lips, on his tongue.
You reached out a hand, the room spinning around you. Your fingertips met his cheek, his hot skin. You felt a surge of electricity run through your body as you touched him, as you looked into his eyes. His gaze was unlike anything else you have ever seen. His eyes were zeroed in on you, shutting slowly as you rubbed your hand against his skin. He let out a soft breath, a content sigh, and his eyes were on yours again.
He took in a breath, eyes on your lips. You were too drunk to think about how the look on his face made no senseâfriends shouldn't look at each other the way he was looking at you.
You leaned forward, and when he didn't flinch away, when he actually leaned forward as well, you smiled to yourself, and pressed your lips to his.
You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling his body to yours. His hips knocked into yours, his mouth parting, swallowing you whole. He shoved you against the sink, the countertop stabbing the small of your back, but you felt absolutely no pain. You arched your body into his, as if it were instinct, and his hands ravaged your bare skin. He was desperate, trying to catch his breath as best he could while he kissed you.Â
Your hands found the nape of his neck, fingers tightening in his brown hair. He let out a little moan into your mouth, his hands caging you in against the sink. Accidentally, his forehead bumped yours, causing you to bite his lip.Â
You pulled away, but just for a moment, smiling at him, at the redness of his lips from your gloss and your bite. He looked breathtaking in front of you, so human, so perfect. So you leaned in to kiss him again, nose knocking into his, but it didn't matter if you were sloppy. It just mattered that he was the one you were kissing.Â
ây/n,â he breathed against your lips, his hands now on your hips, one curving around your ass. âWe shouldn't be doing thisââ
âShh,â you hissed, slapping his shoulder, keeping your lips against his. âI don't care right now.â
You deepened the kiss, and as he pressed up against you, you felt something hard press into you; you felt a deep rumble from him into your mouth. The pool between your thighs.
Suddenly, the door to the bathroom opened. Mingi stood there, his jaw down to the floor, as he took in the scene in front of him. Jongho must not have heard the door, as his hands were still clawing at you like a goddamn animal, his lips on your neck now. You quickly gripped Jonghoâs shoulders and pushed him away.
âWhat? You just saidââ He took notice of where you were looking, turning his head to see Mingiâs shocked expression. âOh.â
âOh, dear god!â Mingi looked like he couldn't hide the smile peeking through his lips. âI knew it!â
Jongho took a whole century taking his hands off you, finally stepping away, leaving you cold, empty. âItâs not what you thinkââ
Mingi threw his hands up in the air, smirking. âAy, I didn't see anything. Carry on.â
With one last look, Mingi shut the door, leaving you alone with Jongho. The feeling in the room was completely different from a moment ago.
âIâŚ.â he started, then sighed, unable to look at you. âI gotta go.â
âJonghoââ You went to move toward him, but he left the bathroom as quickly as he could, stumbling into the doorframe, and out of sight. You were left to your own devices, standing in the middle of the bathroom, hair a mess, lips bright and painful, and a mark on your neck from your best friend.
If you could call him thatâŚ
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Itâs as if he disappeared.
You haven't seen Jongho in days. You were even too nervous to go to his room this time, not knowing how to approach him after kissing him like that. After you felt the hardness of his cock against your stomach. The wetness between your thighs. Something you have never felt before.
After a few, empty, lonely nights in your room, you took the initiative to go find him at the late hour of midnightâTo ask if he feels this intense craving for you just like you do for him. But when you arrived at his dorm, San told you he wasn't there.
âHeâs been super sick. I thought he was with you,â He shrugged, confused.
âHeâs sick?â your eyes widened.Â
San nodded, messy hair from sleep. âSorry, maybe heâs with Mingi?â
After your encounter with San, you made your way to Mingiâs dorm. But, once again, Jongho was nowhere to be found.
So you went to the only place you thought to look.
And there he was, under the bright lights, taking a shot at the three-point line on the courts near the rec center. He missed the shot and stood there a moment before going to grab his rebound.
But the ball rolled to where you were, as if it meant to. Jongho stood still as you grabbed the ball.
He stayed silent. You weren't sure whether to move closer or just pass him the ball back.
âAre you going to give me it?â He spoke blandly, sweat dripping down his forehead despite the cold air surrounding him.
You sighed, putting the ball under your arm. âJongho, itâs cold out here.â
He sniffed, his nose red. He didn't look at you. âJust give me the ball, dammit.â
You blinked, watching the cold air show as you exhaled. âWhy are you ignoring me?â
He rolled his eyes, taking in a breath. âDammit, y/nââ
âYouâre doing it on purpose,â you began to dribble the ballâvery sloppily, but it didn't matter. You dribbled past him towards the hoop, tossing the ball up, watching it go through the net. âIgnoring me, I mean.â
âNo, Iâm not,â he huffed, moving to grab the ball from your shot. He made his way back up to the top of the key, away from you.
âYes, you are.â you walked up to him, putting your hand out so he couldn't shoot. âJust be honest!â
With a huff of cold air, jongho tossed the ball away, an aggravated look on his face. âFor fuckâs sake, y/n, Yes. Iâm annoyed.â
You blinked, standing only a few feet away from him. âWhy?â you asked, probably stupidly, given the irritated look on his face.
He sighed, tightening his hands into fists. â...BecauseâŚ.because Iâm a man, too, you know.â he started, running his hands through his hair aggressively, clenching his jaw. â You change in front of me, kiss me, do everything that causes my brain to spin. Iâm sick of acting like I'm okay with it.â
You stood there, frozen. The air felt even colder as winter wrapped its arms around your bare skin.
âDoes that mean you didn't like it?â you wondered out loud, possibly too immature, too inexperienced. You had no idea what you were feeling, why you felt this way. All you knew is that you wanted to spend every moment with him, to kiss him, to lay in bed with him. Things you did normally, but things felt different.Â
âDidn't like what?â He asked, his eyes wide.
âThe kiss,â you looked into his eyes. âThe kisses.â
Jongho stood tensely, unsure of what to do. You watched his eyes flicker up to the sky as little flurries fell, catching themselves in his hair.
ây/n,â he took a sharp breath in. âdon't you get it? I can't kiss you. You can't kiss me. You can'tâŚ.touch me like that, change in front of me, and not expect me to get flustered!â He nearly shouted the last part, and turned to the side away from you, aggravated beyond words.
âIâŚ.Iâm sorry,â you spoke out, taking a step towards him. âIâm sorry that I feel this wayââ
âFeel what?â he scoffed, turning back to you, a pained smirk on his lips. âYou should be sorry for making me feel thisâŚ.for causing me so many headaches, for god sake why the fuck am I out here when itâs fucking snowing, jesus christ you piss me offââ
âJongho,â you interrupted his freakout, his word vomit. He stared at you with those beautiful eyes of his. âWhat are you trying to say?â you spoke in a small voice.
His eyes were frantic, going back and forth from eye to eye. âIâŚ. can't do this.â
âDo what?â you felt the flurries dance against your skin, dance as they fell around you.
âI can't act like your friend anymore.â He bit his lip. âYou have no idea what you do to me. What youâve been doing to me.â
You took a step closer, but he backed away.
âI don't understandââ
âJust go,â He pleaded.Â
âYou do things to me too!â you groaned, finally done with his attitude. âWill you knock it off? Youâre not the only one confused hereââ
âOh, I confuse you?â He looked at you like you had two heads. âIâm sorry, I only kissed you because you were trying to get another guy. I kissed you so you could know how to do it, but you want to know something?â He paused, suddenly right up on you, the space gone between you. âI haven't kissed anyone either. I justâŚyou. Itâs just been you! I didn't know what I was doing, either!â
âIs that so bad?â you pleaded, your eyes bleeding into his. âIs it so bad that you had to kiss me? Should I apologize for wanting to do it again? That I haven't stopped thinking about you since?â you frantically looked into his eyes.Â
âJustâŚâ Jongho sighed, his eyes a bit watery. âLleave me be.âÂ
The look on his face was enough. You took a step back, and then another.Â
âI won't apologize for my feelings, for whatever this feeling is,â you admitted. âBut I am sorry I caused you trouble.â before you left him there, you looked up to him once more, snow falling around you. âGood luck at your game, tomorrow.â
You turned on your heel, not understanding a single thing that just unfolded, that was just said. He made no sense; you made none, either. It was just a bunch of words, unnecessary words, rifting your friendship. But one thing was for certainâyou couldn't repair this without a few missing pieces.Â
Jongho stood as still as a statue as he watched you walk away.
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You sat on the bench in your cheerleading uniform, your heart beating a mile a minute as you watched the game unfold in front of you.Â
It was approaching halftime. Jongho was sprinting down the sideline, limping slightly as he moved. He passed the ball beautifully to San, who was wide open for the layup.Â
You couldn't focus on anythingâdidn't even cheer when San made the shot. You just sat and stared into space, your eyes following jongho, watching his wince as he backed up down the court.Â
âHeâs hurt,â you muttered under your breath, stomach tightening.Â
Jongho continued playing his heart out, but you knew something was wrong. However, as halftime came, he walked away from the court just fine and into the locker room, not giving you a single passing glance as he walked past you. Seonghwa did, however, but you weren't even paying attention to that.
After a few long moments, the team came back out. You had to cheer, but your heart wasn't in it. Jongho, once again, walked right by you, and when you were about to jump up and ignore everything that was said yesterday to make sure you were okay, the buzzer rang.Â
The game went on, the score going back and forth until the last quarter. Jongho stood at mid-court, calling a play, but the guy guarding him was aggressive. He tried to make a move around him, squeaking his sneakers against the hardwood, but it was no use. The defender followed him with ease, sliding his feet in perfect position.
The gym was in hysterics as Jongho pushed for the bucket, taking a side step into a euro step, but suddenly, oh so suddenly, Jongho crashed to the ground in a thud before getting the shot off.
The gym went silent. Jongho hissed in pain, his eyebrows knit tight. The athletic trainer ran out to see him as the game was put on hold with less than a minute to go. You stood up, not even realizing what you were doing. All you could feel was a pain in your chest as you saw him hurt, the intense feeling to take his pain away. You watched in despair as he was lifted off the floor, as he was carried out of the gym.
You swallowed hard, your ears ringing. Your teammates tried to get you focused, as the game was going to continue, but you jumped up and pushed through, making your way to the locker room desperately.Â
âJongho?â you panted, turning the corner to enter the boy's locker room. You sucked in a breath as you see him in pain, lying down on the bench, a few others around him as he nearly cried in pain.Â
âJongho!â you cried out, rushing to his side. His eyes were frantic, wide, a mess. The trainer took off his knee brace slowly as you approached. âOh my god, are you okay?â
Jongho met your gaze through his watery eyes, every other emotion gone other thanâŚwhatever this was. He almost let out a sigh of relief as he saw you. You knelt down next to him, gripping his hand, and he held yours tighter.Â
ây/n,â he murmured, sucking in a sharp breath as the trainer surveyed his leg. âDid IâŚdid I do it again? Please tell me I didn'tââ
You looked at the man who was assessing his injury. âDid he tear it again?â you panicked, remembering how awful this was for him back then. How traumatizing it was, how horrible it was for him to gain his strength again. You couldn't stand to see him in pain.
âIâŚI don't know,â the man admitted. âItâs too swollen to tell. Youâll need to get this checked outââ
âGoddammit,â Jongho hissed, shutting his eyes tightly, and swallowing hard. That was when you realized that it might not even be the pain from the injuryâno, it was his trauma. The memory of his hard work all down the drain.Â
âIâm here,â you breathed, tucking his hair behind his ear and away from his face. âItâll be okay.â
The buzzer rang, and screams followed. Jongho looked at you, not a care in the world other than that you were there with him, just like before.
âYouâll be alright,â you repeated softly, your heart aching at his pain. âThis will be okay.â
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âFrom the MRI, it looks like everything is still intact,â the doctor spoke with a tone of arrogance. âYou did weaken your surgical graft, however. Youâll need some PT and rest.â
Jongho stared down at his leg, his hand still gripping yours. He breathed a sigh of relief but didn't say anything else.Â
âIâll write up a referral for that, so just hold on a moment.â
You were left in silence in the middle of the emergency room, Jongho sitting up straight on the bed with a big icepack on top of his knee. He was starting right at it, his lips downturned.
You wanted to ease his troubles. To make him feel better. Nothing felt worse than seeing him like this.
You didn't know what to say. You really couldn't say anything. You were so overwhelmed with the pain you felt as you looked at him as if it were your own. You hated his tears that begged to fall and never did.
âHey,â you mumbled softly, squeezing his hand. It took him a minute to move his gaze to you, and when he did, his eyes spoke a thousand words. âSee? It will be okay.â
He sighed, his face contorting as he fought his tears. âIâŚIâm sorry.â
âFor what?â you weren't thinking of anything else other than what was in front of you. You rubbed your thumb against his knuckles, trying to soothe him.
âFor how I acted.â He looked down at your hands, how yours was touching his, how his fingers were tight around yours. He didn't want to let goâneither did you. âI was just upset.â
âI know,â you nodded, swallowing. âI was, too.â
He looked into your eyes. ây/n, IâŚâ he paused, the beeping of his heart rate speeding up in the background. âI just don't know why I acted like that IâŚI guess I got caught up in how I feel about you, and it confused me.â
You blinked. âHow do you feel about me?â
He let out an uneasy laugh. âIsn't it obvious?â
You shook your head. âI⌠don't really know much of anything. Much of these feelings,â you acknowledged, biting your bottom lip anxiously.Â
He let out a genuine laugh. âMe too.â
âSo, how do you feel?â You tucked a piece of your hair that fell loose from your bow, suddenly aware of how much of a wreck you probably looked like. You were still in your cheer uniform, Jongho in his basketball one, and you were sure you had smeared mascara everywhere. âAbout me, I mean.â
He took in a sharp breath. âThis isn't fair, Iâm like, high from pain meds. I don't know what iâm saying.â
You smiled widely, feeling such immense love for the man in front of you.
Oh shit.
Are youâŚ.in love?
âAll I know is that I haven't stopped thinking about you since I met you,â He chuckled anxiously. âI don't understand why, and it's just increasingly worse after you keep kissing me, it's making my head spin.â
Jongho yawned slightly after his somewhat confession, his eyes fluttering.Â
He was so pretty. So, so pretty. You wanted to sleep with him. Next to him, cuddle with him, kiss his face, his eyelids, his cheeks, his everything. You wanted him to do everything to you that you dreamed of.
Oh fuck, you definitely are in love with him.
âHoly fuckââ you paused, staring at him, wide eyed at your realization.
âWhat?â He furrowed his brows.
You tried to control your overwhelming thoughts. âI just realized somethingâŚâ you met his gaze, holding onto it tightly. âAre weâŚare we in love? I mean, I think at least I might beââ
âHoly shit, we might be,â Jongho gulped, a knowing smile curling at his lips. As if he knew this, at least on his end, for much longer than you have. He looked at you, then at his leg, and back at you. âAre you in love with me?â
âI think so?â you questioned, your chest aching. Jonghoâs heart began to beat faster and faster, as seen on the monitor next to him. You leaned towards him, blushing as his heart rate jumped over one hundred.Â
Jongho let out an anxious laugh. âYou sound super confident.â
You would've kissed him right then and there, prove to him that you loved him, if it wasn't for that awful doctor.Â
You helped jongho hobble out of the hospital, his leg wrapped in ice and his arms wrapped around you. You were hyper aware of the smell of sweat, the light remnant of his woodsy cologne. You heard his breath hitch as your fingertips curled around his arm as you walked toward the street for a cab.
âGod, standing up really messed me up.â he wobbled a bit. âI don't know what they gave me, but fuck, I feel wonderful,â he giggled, nudging his head into the crook of your neck.
There was a mix of comfort and chaos as you got in the cab, his head on your shoulder, his hair a mess. His arm was slung over you, his eyes closed, his lips parted against your collarbone. He felt comforting, yes, but also his damn lips started to move against your skin.
âJongho,â you breathed, trying to keep quiet as the cab driver carried on. âStop itââ
âMmmh,â he groaned into your neck, kissing it again, trailing up towards your jawline.Â
âThe fuck, did they give you viagra?â you nearly choked as his hand that was around your shoulder fell to your waist, tightening on the curve above your hip. His hand moved lower, past your hip, meeting the curve right before he could reach yourâ
âHey,â you whisper yelled, smacking his cheek lightly.Â
He opened his eyes, those brown irises sparkling despite the dark car. âOh, its y/n,â he smiled, meeting your gaze, but you watched it fall to your lips. âYou look pretty.â
You scoffed. âYou don't know what you're talking about right nowââ
âOh, I do,â he smiled lopsidedly, his hand now coming up to cradle your cheek. âI know what iâm doing.â
You smirked. âI think youâre loopy.â
âMaybe a little,â he shrugged, smiling, his eyes curving into smiles too. âBut I know what I want to do.â
You tilted your head, raising your brows. âAnd whatâs that?â
He smiled villianously, teeth barred. âDo you really want to know?â
You held in your laugh, but managed to nod.
He took in a breath, letting it out in an exaggerated sigh. âI want to fuck you so bad,â he huffed, his head falling right back onto your shoulder. âSo, so bad. Iâve always wanted toââ
âJongho,â you blinked. âYouâre high from pain meds, you don't know what you'reââ
âOh, but I do know,â he sat up quickly, eyes dazed, hair a mess on top of his head. He reached out a hand, tucking your hair behind your ears with a boyish smile. He focused on your face, on your eyes, your lips. His expression changed, his smile falling. âI wanted to tell you about how I feel about you.â
You bit your lip. âYou did.âÂ
He waved a hand, flopping it around. âNah, I didn't.â
âYes, don't you remember?â you scoffed playfully. âWe just had this whole talk like twenty minutes agoââ
âAye, stop it, I had something to say but now I forgot!â he groaned, tossing his head back against the headrest. He then turned his head to your direction. âDid I ever tell you how pretty you are?â
âYou just did,â you smiled.
âOh, thatâs right.â he swallowed, looking at your lips. âDid I ever tell you that I want to kiss you? Like, all the time?â
You shook your head, giving up on the fight against his high ass.Â
âWell, I just want to kiss you, over and over again, and then when you started kissing me, I think I went crazy,â he blinked slowly, eyes covering every inch of your face. He leaned forward. âYou really fucked me up, you know?â
You frowned. âDid I?â
âPfft,â he huffed. âAre you kidding? You would change in front of me, lay in bed with me, touch me, everything IâŚ.â he swallowed hard. âHow was I supposed to react to your tits? Your ass? You think iâve never gotten hard from it?â you wanted to shut his nonsense up, but he kept going on. âIâve had to literally leave just to jack off so you didn't find outââ
âWoah, woah,â you rose your eyebvrows. âYouâre a mess right now, youll regret what youâre saying tomorrowââ
âI wont,â he sniffed, eyes meeting yours. âIâm done with acting like I don't think about you nakedââ
âJongho, shut it, weâre not aloneââ
âWe should be alone so I can do everything I want to you,â he pressed a sloppy kiss to your temple. âGod, I want to do everything to you.â
You wanted to push him away. You wanted to tell him noâbutâŚhis lips, his words, his breath felt so good, so intoxicating. He pressed a kiss to your jaw, to the corner of your lips. âCan we fuck now?â
You closed your eyes, taking in a breath. âThe hell is wrong with you? Weâre in a cabââ
He ignored you, his lips continuing to find their way around your face. âWhen we get back?â
You looked down at his knee, how it was wrapped, how much pain it had caused him. âYou just hurt your leg, and youâre not in your right mind.â
âOh, iâm completely in my right mind,â he kissed your ear, letting a little breath of air tickle you. âIâve wanted this forever.â
You sighed, your breath shaking, your chest tight. You had absolutely no experienceâyouâve never had sex, never did anything with a man other than what you were doing now, and the little kiss you gave seonghwa.Â
âIâm a virgin,â you whispered softly, embarrased. However, you felt the most comfortable with jongho. He was your everything.
âSo am I,â he admitted, smiling. âWe can learn together.â
âGod, weâre so lame,â you breathed, smiling.Â
Jongho, however, did not care about any words. He nuzzled into your collarbone, pressing a kiss there, over and over again.Â
âSo, does that mean we can have sex?â
â
You assisted jongho into your building, helping him into the elevator and pressing your floor while he leaned against the wall.Â
The silence was deafening. You were sure he was able to hear your heart beat through your chest.
As the doors closed, you let a sigh out.Â
ây/n,â he breathed. Behind you, his eyes were on you.
âHm?â you hummed, afraid to turn to him, afraid of what you would do, what he would do.Â
âI love you,â he spoke.Â
Youâve both basically said it only an hour before. Only then, it didn't feel real. Now, maybe it was the fact that Jonghoâs eyes have cleared up, his expression was raw. He looked nervous, he looked anxious. This was all new, all foreignâbut Jongho wasn't new, wasn't different. Heâs always been him, been by your side, your rock, your everything.
âIâŚ.love you too, dummy.â
When the elevator reached your floor, it took you a second to move. You helped him down the hall, and when you reached your door, you paused.
âDo youâŚwant toâŚâ you trailed off, unsure if that was only the drugs talking earlier.
When you turned to jongho, he had a sinister smile on his face.Â
âYou mean,â he nodded toward your room. âWhat I think you mean?â
âWell, jeez,â you scoffed, turning around to open your door. âAs if you weren't the one all over me in the cabââ
A second later, you both stood in the entrance of your room, both of your hearts beating like crazy.
He entered the room after you, slowly shutting the door. The room was darkâyou weren't even trying to turn the lights on.
You turned to jongho, watching him stand with his fists at his sides, his fingers gripping the fabric of his basketball shorts.
âHow do weâŚâ you took in a sharp breath, meeting his gaze. His eyes were wide, dripping with love, lust, with so much. You weren't sure if they always looked like that, if they looked at you like that. Those eyesâŚ.
âLetâs just, he winced a bit as he stepped closer. âJust stay where you are.â
When he got close enough, you saw the worry in his expression. The hesitancy, the love. He looked up, and his eyes spoke a thousand unspeakable words. His hand reached out, pausing at the hem of your cheerleading uniform.Â
You let out an anxious laugh at his face, as he looked so conflicted. You didn't say anything though, and after a moment, he tugged your top right over your head, grinning like a goofball at the red lacy bra you had on.
âFor me?â he murmured, his hand subconsciously drifting to run over your skin, his fingertips pressing against the thin fabric of your bra. He met your gaze, his jaw tightening.
You reached for his top now, the loose jersey easily pulling over his headâthe jersey that was hiding the soft curves of muscle. Youâve seen him shirtless many times, an unimaginable amount of timesâbut this time, it was different. You ran a hand down the pane of his chest, across the mounds of muscle, down his soft but muscular frame. He was perfect, absolutely sexy, breathtaking, gorgeous.Â
He shivered under your touch, meeting your gaze. He moved to take his shorts off, but winced. âHold on, iâll take them offââ but you both leaned down at the same time, crashing your heads together, causing a storm of laughter.
âGod, weâre so not good at this,â He chuckled, smiling bright even in the dark room.
âNo, not really,â you grinned, reaching down at his hips, pulling his shorts off, tugging a bit at the erection that bulged out. You held in your pride, the fact that he was already so turned on by just taking your clothes off.
His shorts fell down to his ankles, his underwear with them, leaving him completely naked, completely vulnerable in front of you. He looked at you with those damn eyes, those irises that held every emotion possible for you.
You took a second to take him in, his thickness, his length. You swallowed hard, suddenly aware thatâŚthat would go inside you, and it would probably tear your virgin self to shreds.
He then gripped the waistband of your skirt, tugging you to him. He was slightly taller than you, so when your body hit his, you felt his cock against your lower stomach, feeling a pulsing ache in your body. His fingers glided against the bare skin of your waist as he pulled your skirt over your hips, and when they fell, you were left standing in your mismatched underwear, begging him to take it off of you, too.
However, he just stood there like a deer in headlights, staring at the curves of your body, and the smoothness of your skin. His mouth parted, his eyes grew wide, and his hands twitched to touch you, to ravage you, to swallow you whole as if you were roadkill and he was a vulture.
An anxious vulture.
He reached around you, the heat of his body warming you, and his hands clasped around the clip of your bra. He fiddled with it for a good moment, and as he started getting irritated that he couldn't get it, you laughed. âGoddamn this thing has you locked up like fort knoxââ
âDo you want me to get itââ
âNo, no, iâll be extremely embarassed, let me do it.â he continued to try to get it off you, and finally, it fell off you, onto the ground, and Jongho stood with a proud smile on his lips. âFuck yeah, finally.â
But, right after his words of triumph, his eyes fell to your full breasts. His eyes widened, and he gave into his desires, letting himself grab one, calloused fingers gliding against your nipple.
âOh, fuck y/n,â he breathed, both his hands coming up to cradle your breasts, to feel you up. He took in a breath, eyes unable to leave your body. âYouâre absolutely beautiful.â
He dipped his head, taking in a breast into his mouth, flicking his tongue over your nipple. You felt your stomach tighten, felt your wetness pool at your thighs. He looked up to your eyes as he sucked, and when he saw your ecstatic expression, he quickly pulled away.
He didn't spare an extra second to claw at your underwear, satisfyingly watching them fall to the ground, leaving you both completely naked in the middle of the room. He looked at you, love dripping from his chocolate eyes.
And thats when you gripped the back of his neck. âIâm sorry if I don't do this very well,â you admitted, twirling your fingers in his hair. He didn't seem to even hear what you said as his eyes remained on your lips.
âGod, we cant be friends anymore,â he leaned forward, pressing his forehead against yours, he hesitated, lips hovering over yours, his breath shaky, tangling with yours. âDefinetly not, fuck.â
You tilted your chin forward, lips so close, so so close. His hands found your hips, fingernails leaving marks in your skin.Â
And with one last look into your eyes, jongho sighed, letting go of everything. He pressed his soft lips to yours, taking you in like he hasn't kissed you before. Like heâs always wanted to. He breathed into you, moving his hands to cradle your face, to get as close to you as possible.Â
You arched your body against his, bucking your hips into his, and he grunted in response. You fell backwards onto the bed, him on top of you, but as you fell, he bit your lip so hard you let out a little yelp.
âOh shit,â he gasped, parting from you, eyes wide with worry. âAre you okay? Did that hurt? I didn't mean to do thatâ-â
âShh, shut your face,â you patted him on the cheek, giggling at his reaction.Â
He adjusted himself on top of you. âHere, make sure youâre headâs on your pillow, I want you to be comfortable.â he adjusted you, too, and he looked so sincere and serious it made you laugh. âWhy are you laughing?â he asked, but couldn't help but let out a little chuckle, too. âStop, this is serious.â
You laughed even more. âSorry, sorry, youâre just really cute.â you watched his eyes twinkle as he looked at you. âAnd you look so pretty on top of me.â
He smirked, holding back his giggle. âStop it.â
âIâm just saying,â you reached a hand out to wrap around his neck, tugging his lips right back down to yours, kissing him softly. âMhm. I cant get enough of this.â
He smiled into the kiss. âMe neither, I cant believe youâre under me right now.â
You couldn't help the blush that heated your cheeks. You were suddenly aware of his dick against your thighs, of your skin against his. You looked into his eyes, looked at how they were looking at you, how he held himself over you.Â
And then, after a look of utter love, he smiled and kissed you. This time, he stuck his tongue into your mouth, running over the ridges of the roof of your mouth. You opened your mouth wider, deepening the kiss, knocking your nose against his.Â
His lips parted as he gasped for air, his chest heaved against yours. His hand delicately glided up your ribs, meeting the skin of your breasts. He gripped your breast in his hand, moaning into your mouth, hips bucking into yours. You couldve sworn you felt his heartbeat through his chest as he made out with you, as his hands covered you. He pulled away only to make sure you still wanted this, and when you nodded, he reached down to line himself up with you. The concept of sex always felt so difficult. So worrisome, so new. But with jongho, it felt like you've done this forever.
âIf it hurts, tell me,â he whispered against your lips, kissing you gently. âIâll take care of you.â
You literally couldve came at those words. You swallowed hard, and forced out a nod.
He pecked your lips, smiling, kissing them again. His hands hesitated, not knowing what to touch as his tip pressed into your cunt, his breath shortening, sweat dripping down his forehead.
You reached out, gliding a hand across his cheek, across his lips, smiling up at him.
âIâŚ.â he hesitated before entering you. âAre you wet enough? Should I spit?â
He looked terrified. Absolutely terrified. So you ran a hand soothingly through his hair, watching his eyes shut tight in pleasure, in delight. âDon't worry about anything and just do it.â
âOkay,â he mumbled, letting out a little laugh. âOkay, okay.â
And then, his eyes bled into yours as he tilted his hips, pushing his cock slowly into you, so gently, as if he was terrified of hurting you. You watched his mouth part, watched his expression change to euphoria as he filled you, every inch sparking a new feeling.Â
He snapped his hips, his length fully in you, and you nearly cried out from the feeling. You moaned as he moved slowly, clawing at his shoulders, this feeling unlike anything elseâyour damn vibrator held nothing on Jongho.
He relaxed his expression, his eyes fluttering open, looking right down on you. You met his gaze as he moved in and out of you.
âDoes it hurt, if it hurts, I can stopââ
âShut the hell up and fuck me, jongho,â you grumbled, your hands finding a home on his hips, the feeling of them snapping under your hands sent you spiraling. You moaned as his dick reached a new spot, as you felt your walls tighten around him. You wanted to cry out, rip your hair out, tear at his skin as you felt the intense crave for him. The way he looked down on you fueled the fire in your hips, in your back. You felt an ache in your hips, slamming your head back, fighting the urge to claw the bedsheets.
But then you sae his grimace, and you frowned. âOh my god, youâre knee, youâre in pain.â
He kept moving, but he was definitely in pain. âI-I think the meds wore offââ
Without thinking, you pushed him off you, making him roll over so now he was the one on th bottom. You straddled him, looking at his shocked expression, how his breaths quickened, how his cock twitched for you. To be inside you.Â
You had an unimaginable amount of knowledge from all your smutty books, so you might as well try to use what you know, right?
ây/n, what are youââ
âLet me please you,â you breathed, and with a slow, calculative movement, you sat on his dick, sliding his length into you, once again gaining the extreme pleasure of his expression and the absolute desperation he expressed. He gasped as you moved up and down on his cock, and he watched you, watched him dissapear into you. He slammed his head back into the pillow, his face contorting, moans fluttering through his lips, his eyebrows knitting together in pleasure and a million other things.
âGod, fuck,â his hands gripped your hips as you rode him, his eyes rolling to the back of his head, his breaths shallow. He gasped for air. âYou feel so good, oh my god. So fucking good.â
You tossed your head back, resting your hands on his chest, feeling the warmth of his skin, the smoothness of it. He blinked up at you, a smile on his lips, completely in bliss.
He moved his hands with you, nearly lifting you up as you moved on his cock, moved on his body. You forgot how strong he was.
âYou sure youâve never done this?â he gasped, his eyes shut tight. âBecause fuck, this is better than I ever imagined.â
You smiled down on him, giddy at his words. You moved even faster, causing him to moan, and moan, and moan.
You didn't even know what to sayâyou just enjoyed his little commentary as he took you in, his gaze dripping like honey.
âGodamn,â he hissed, eyes meeting yours. He looked frantic. âFuck, fuck, Iâm gonna cum,â he seethed, hips slamming up into yours. âFuck, youâre so hot, so so hot.â
You felt him twitch inside you, felt your walls collapse. You began to see spots in your vision as he moved his hips, too, just as you were. You felt so much pride as he looked absolutely pathetic underneath you, his gaze hazy, his lips bright red from your kisses.
âI love you, IâŚlove you,â he hissed out. âI love you.â
You reached your climax just from looking at him, crying out in a moan, leaning forward over his body. His hands flooded all over you, sending sparks at every touch, every spot of your body. And when you came, when you felt the rush of cum, the rush of the high finally hit, you continued to move as he did. Then, suddenly, his eyes grew so wide, he lifted you off his cock hastily, gasping for air.
You leaned back on his legs, onto your heels, trying to breathe, trying to see, as his hands grasped his own dick, moving up and down before he came, his cum shooting onto you, over your chest, your boobs, your stomach. You watched him gasp as it happened, his lips curling up in an embarrassed smile.
âOh, oops,â he laughed, looking absolutely delectable with the hair stuck to his forehead and his eyes wide with pleasure. âTotally meant to do thatâŚ.â
Something burned under your skin, something foreign, something you never felt before. Youâve only read about this feeling, this moment. But now, here you were. You just had sex, sex with your best friend, and it was the best thing youâve ever felt before. You needed more, so so much more.
âPlease tell me we can do that again,â you breathed, falling onto him, sticking to him, feeling the beat of his heart as you pressed your ear to his chest.
âOh, fuck yes,â his hand wrapped around you, holding you to him. He pressed a gentle, exasperated his to the top of your head. âYou don't even have to ask that, iâm planning on doing that all night.â
You moved a bit so you could lay against his side, totally forgetting about the cum on you that now got all over the place. âYou seemed like you knew what you were doing for a virgin,â you side eyed him. âYou have to be lying.â
He smirked, a light blush on his cheeks. âUh, well,â he swallowed, eyes looking all over your face. âI mean, I have been thinking about what I would do if I ever got to sleep with you.â
You furrowed your brows. âYouâre so cheesy.â
âWell I didn't get to do exactly what I wanted,â he looked down at your lips, at your body pressed to his. âBecause of my damn knee, but,â he pressed a kiss to your nose. âThat means we have to do this again.â
âOh, baby,â you pinched his cheek. âWeâll be doing this way more than we probably should.â
He smiled, that blush still on his face, across his nose. He looked so beautiful, so so pretty, it actually hurt you to look at him.
You kissed him, kissed his lips, his nose, his flushed cheeks.Â
And you looked at him, at his eyes, the same eyes youâve known forever.Â
âI love you, Jongho.â
â
The next morning, you parted ways with a sleepy jongho, late for your early class. You couldn't stop thinking about him all day, that is, until you ran into Mingi and San in the library cafe.
Mingi grinned like the cheshire cat, an eye smile brighter than the sun. âWell, hello there, you.â
You rolled your eyes as the line for the coffee moved. San and Mingi stood behind you, giggling like little kids.
âSo, Jongho didn't come back last night,â San started, and you quickly cut in.
âSo? He always stays in my room, its not anything oddââ
âOh, sweetie,â Mingi crossed his arms, grinning. âBut it is odd.â
âWhy?â you crossed your arms, too, facing him. San stood by with a little chuckle.
âBecause he came back to the room before his class and his jersey was on inside outââ
âSo? He likes to sleep shirtlessââ
âHis lips were covered in red lipstickââ
âI don't know what you were talking aboutââ
âOh, and he told me that he had sex with youââ
You slammed a hand against Sanâs mouth, giving him a death glare while mingi giggled like a school girl. You grimaced, pulling your hand away. âShut up, or iâll make you.â
âOoh, so scary,â San waved his hands in the air dramatically. âAnyway, are you dating him now? You better date him, heâs been dreaming of that for so long.â
You blinked. âI mean, we said we loved each other, but nothing about datingâŚ.â
Mingi smirked. âWelp, guess you better go figure that out.â
After class, you found yourself in front of Jonghoâs door, a shake in your breath as you knocked. He opened the door, shirtless, a smile on his face the minute he met your gaze.
And then he grabbed you by the waist and planted a big kiss onto your lips, smiling into it, and then pulled away.
âHi,â you smiled.
âHi.â he tilted his head, looking you up and down.
âI heard you told San everything.â
He bit his lip. âWas I supposed to keep it to myself?â
You shook your head, smiling.
âDo you want to come in?â he hesitated, rubbing the back of his neck.
âMhm,â you nodded, following him in.
The minute the door shut, Jongho slammed you up against it, swallowing you whole with his mouth as he kissed you. His hands gripped the side of your head, tugging at your hair, causing you to let out a hiss. He took the opportunity of your open mouth to shove his tongue into you, exploring your mouth with pleasure. He moaned into you, and you couldn't help but moan yourself.
His hands gripped your thighs, lifting you up, slamming your back into the door as he held you to him. He then started to walk towards his bed, but you realized his injury.
âJongho, youâre leg,â you breathed with worry, trying to get him to put you down. âYouâll hurt yourselfââ
âShut up,â he spoke into your mouth, indeed shutting you up immediately. You sighed as he kissed you, as he touched you. He gently set you down onto his bed, and you went under his duvet since he kept his room like an icebox.Â
He followed you suit, crawling on top of you under the covers, but you had a better idea. Once again, you flipped him so he was on his back, and with one quick look at the shock in his gaze, you kissed his collarbone, then his chest, down his sternum, over the soft muscle of his stomach. You slowly pulled his pants down over his cock, his underwear along with them.
You felt his muscles tighten underneath your lips, you heard his breath hitch as you moved lower and lower, until your lips met the soft skin of his hard cock. He gasped his hands searching for you under the covers, his legs moving in pleasure as you licked his tip.
âOh myâŚohâŚâ he arched his back against your kiss, your hands holding onto his hips as you surrounded your mouth around his erection. He thrashed against you, absolutely liquid in your embrace.
But before you could take him fully, the door of his room opened, and in came san blabbing about god knows what.
You quickly moved, trying to lay flat the best you could to hide. Jongho sat up fast, pulling the blanket up and bunching it around his dick, making sure it wasn't so obvious that you were under thereâŚ.and that he was literally throbbing hard.
âI ran into y/n earlier, she admitted to it!â san roared, and you assumed he was taking his shoes off considering the sound. âGood for you buddy, I know how long you wanted to tap thatââ
âAh, yeah,â Jongho awkwardly laughed. You wish you could see the look on his face, the embarrassment. Just how long did he want you?
You couldn't help but stroke your hand against his dick, causing him to gasp.
âYou alright?â San questioned, now making his way to the other side of the room.Â
You continued to rub him. Jongho gripped the blanket tight.
âPeachy,â Jongho grunted.
San didn't speak for a while.
âAre you gonna finally ask her out?â
You paused.
Jongho sighed. âHuh?â he was totally out of it.
âI mean, youâve been in love with y/n for ages, you might as well make if official while you can.â
âAm I?â Jongho swallowed hard. âAm I in love with her?â
âAh shut up, you know it,â San scoffed,and a bed creakedâassumingly his. You decided to continue to suck Jongho off, taking him in your mouth, causing him to jolt.
âI uh, iâll ask her out later,â Jongho took in a breath. âBut, um, do you think you couldâŚ.you know, give me a moment?â
âA moment, whyââSan paused, then gasped. âAre you beating your meat right now? Oh fuck man, my bad!â
You nearly cackled against Jongho at the way they conversed with each other, how normal it seemed. It made you wonder how often this happened, how often Jongho did this to himself, how many times he thought about you while doing itâŚ
That turned you on even more.
The minute you heard the door shut, you tossed the covers over your head, meeting Jonghoâs shocked, mind-boggled expression.
âJeez, y/n, fuck,â he couldn't help but smile as he looked at you, as you sucked him. âYouâre a freak.â
âWell, you should see the things I read,â you chuckled, and then licked up the column of his cock, causing him to take hold of your head.
He shoved you up and down on his dick, his fingers tearing into your scalp, causing you to choke on him. He groaned, moaned, hummed every note possible, and then without warning, he came into your mouth, his body going still, his eyes open wide as he watched you swallow his load.
Oh, he tasted better than you ever imagined.Â
His saltiness still coated your lips as you leaned over to kiss him, his eyes lost in you. He looked so in love, so in lust, in everything.
âAre you gonna ask me out?â you asked in between kisses.
âMhm,â he leaned into your kiss, not wanting to break apart.Â
âAre we dating now?â
Kiss.
He blinked, looking up at you. His smile defined beauty, his lips desire.Â
âIf youâd like.â
âOf course.â
You kissed him once more, wrapping your arms around his neck, rolling around in bed with him. He chuckled, smiled, nuzzled his head into you.Â
âI have practice,â you kissed his cheek, trying to get up, but his arms wrapped around you, holding you to him. âI have to go.â
âOne more minute,â he mumbled into your ear as he nibbled it, then kissed it. âJust a minute.â
You smiled. âOkay, fine, I guess I can spare a minute.â
He held you, breathed in your scent, his scent on your lips. He didn't let go, even after the minute, and you hand to force yourself out of his hold.
âMeet me in my room tonight?â you raised a brow,
He nodded. âOf fucking course.â
You quickly tried to fix your hair up, tucking it behind your ears, before you gave your boyfriend a wink while you walked out.
And, funny enough, when you shut the door behind you and turned around, San stood there, smirking devilishly.
âWell damn, whenâs it my turn?â
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This. This changed me. I am a completely different person now. I didnât know that I needed this Joong in my life until now.
Ugh, As If (Hongjoong x Reader)
Summary: Hongjoong is not someone you should be attracted to, especially considering everything thatâs on your plate in your final semester at university. Unfortunately for you, he has some sound suggestions for helping you cure your insomniaâŚ
Word Count: 11.13k
Genre/Warning: one-shot, punk!hongjoong x feminine!reader, enemies to lovers (kinda), smut (MDNI!!!), dom/sub dynamics but not super fleshed out, inexperienced!reader (never mentioned, but alluded), bondage, sensory deprivation, spanking, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, dacryphilia, biting, reader has insomnia, overuse of the word sweetheart, reader loves pink (it's me, I'm reader lol), implied aftercare, Jongho cameos
Author's Note: Released one day early bc I have midterms tomorrow lol. I actually have five midterms this week guys... five (!!!) I'm very exhausted and just want a tatted!hongjoong to take care of me, is that too much to ask for??? But in all seriousness, this took a ridiculously long time to write with classes and life, so I'd love for you guys to let me know what you think đ¤đ¤đ¤
đ§ playlist đ§: mark: golden hour đ¸ harry styles: kiwi đ¸ 5sos: easier (live from the vault) đ¸ aly & aj: potential breakup song đ¸ jooyoung: fountain đ¸ ateez: propoganda đ¸ woodz: love me harder
This is a work of fiction, and it is not meant to be a realistic representation of any real person mentioned in any way, shape, or form.
Your rapid footsteps come to an unexpected stop in the middle of the crowded sidewalk. People behind you mumble words of annoyances before walking around you.Â
âYouâve got to be fucking kidding me,â you say, incredulously turned to who you thought was your friend.Â
âYou know I wouldnât normally do this to you, right? Just this one time, please?â your friend begs. With her situationship still on mute, she looks at you with pleading eyes. Her eyes flicker down to her phone. Heâd been on mute for just a beat too long, but when her eyes look up to your unusually angered ones, her attention is fully brought back to you.
âWhat the actual fuck, dude? You said weâd hang out tonight⌠without any distractions,â you look down at your outfit. The anger dissipates into sadness. Youâd slipped on the loveliest pink sweater for the brutal January winds and even did your makeup.
It wasnât typical of you to want to be on the streets of your college town, especially on a Friday night. There was an exam next week you had to study for, and it's neatly printed and stapled practice test was waiting to be completed on yet another sleepless night. But here you were, excited, dressed up, and ready to try something new.Â
Down the street, a group of already drunk frat students are loudly stumbling out of a bar. With a sigh, you look at her phone. He hadnât hung up on her yet. The distant setting sun reflected prettily against your sweater under your hefty coat, and the thermal leggings youâd worn under your matching pink skirt felt ridiculous now. Your hair was getting tousled in the cold wind. What a wasted outfit, you think.Â
âWhatever, go have your fun, but just drop me back home first,â you tell her with another defeated sigh.
âWhat! Come on babes, Iâve already paid the fees for the class! At least one of us should go,â she whines with tugs at your arm. You could hear the desperation in her voice. He still hadnât hung up, but you definitely wouldâve by now. She knew her time was running out and the tugs became more eager.Â
You didnât know shit about leatherworking, but it had become your friendâs newest obsession for the week. And you were totally fine with going to a workshop and trying it out for her sake, but not alone. Not without her.Â
Now extremely impatient, she starts pushing you towards the entrance of the leather shop. âIâm sure youâll have the bestest time, and I canât wait to see what you make! Iâll make dinner for the rest of the month and be your personal driver until the end of the semester. I love you so much, Iâll see you back at home! Bye, babes!â The excited words hurriedly stumble out of her mouth faster than youâre able to catch them, and you donât have a chance to say anything back before sheâs left you on the welcome mat at the inside entrance of Outlaw Leather.Â
From inside, you watch her unmute the call and speed down the street back to her car. With an irritated huff, you shrug off your coat and observe the inside of the shop.
Shelves were stacked high with hundreds of rolls of leather. Some were plain and beige, while others were shimmery and textured with patterns. Leatherworking tools and machines were hung on one side and opposite that, an array of electric guitars lined the wall. Behind the register, there was a massive framed poster of David Bowie wearing a leather jacket with a cigarette hanging from his lips. How stereotypical.Â
Between some of the shelves, you spotted middle-aged men contemplating their choice of rubber mallets while an overwhelmed younger employee was helping them decide.Â
You whip your head in either direction, and very quickly, on the exposed structures in the ceilings, hanging from one of the pipes, you spot a printed sign that says âHERE FOR A CLASS?â which points further back into the expansive shop.Â
Following the sign, youâre led to the surprisingly opened interior of the back of the shop. The setup of the wooden lab tables resembles a kindergarten class, but with one quick view of the sharp, jagged tools and annoyingly bright neon orange lighter in the middle, anyone could tell otherwise.
With your coat in hand, you take a seat at a fairly empty table far away from the demo lab. From the six stools at the table, only 2 were occupied by two elderly women deeply engaged in their conversation. The tables near the demo lab were filled with bright-eyed beginners observing the array of different tools at the table.Â
The older women at the table seemed content in not getting to know you better, and you didnât feel like moving tables. So in your boredom, you take out your phone to open the document of the practice test youâd saved beforehand. You wait for your phone to load, and when the struggling bar refuses to load nothing more than the first page, you slip your phone into your pocket with a heavy sigh.Â
You start to spin in your seat, taking in the leather pieces that hang on the wall. There was an array of bags, belts, and wallets, but what caught your attention were the corsets. Most of them were black, but a couple were a dark, deep red.Â
As you keep spinning, your legs bump into someone elseâs, and you come to a stop. One warm hand rests against your thigh as it holds on to the bottom of the cushioned stool.
âCareful, sweetheart,â a warm voice rings above you. When you look up, youâre met with teasing brown eyes.Â
âSorry,â you quietly apologize, but heâs already moving past you and all you can do is look as he makes his way to the demo lab.
You werenât one to care for appearances, but he looked fashionable. It wasnât easy to make an apron look good, but the deep brown leather that hung around his neck was delectable on him. His bleached blonde hair was swept back, and you find yourself wanting to count each of the dangling pieces that hung from his ears. He brings one hand to brush his hair back, and on his pretty hands, you spot varyingly colored fingernails. On the tips of his fingers, you see climbing vines of ink extending to his arms from under his white button-up.
As if he can sense your eyes on him, he turns your way and shoots you a toothy grin. You quickly look down at the bare table and readjust your pink sweater. In the crowd of simple linens and leather jackets, a fuzzy pink sweater stood out like a sore thumb. With yet another sigh, you smooth down the fabric and donât turn back towards the handsome, aproned employee until he begins the workshop.Â
âGood evening, everybody. Nice to see some familiar faces, and to the rest of you,â his eyes catch yours and a smirk decorates his lips, âwelcome.â He walks behind the demo lab and places his palms flat on the table. âMy name is Hongjoong, and Iâll be guiding you through the workshop today. Thatâs my assistant, Jongho,â he points to the guy youâd spotted earlier on your way in. Jongho sends a short wave to the class. âShould I be busy, heâll be more than happy to help you. Now, whoâs ready to get this show on the road?â
As he begins to demonstrate, people stand to hover around Hongjoongâs table. From over an older ladyâs shoulder, you watch him confidently slice through the sheet of leather and explain what you were making.Â
You were signed up in an intermediate class to make a tool roll. A tool roll. You didnât own any tools, save from a double-sided screwdriver the previous apartment renters had left behind, and you knew for certain your friend wasnât one to hide tools in her bedroom. What the hell am I supposed to do with a tool roll?
Nonetheless, you watched Hongjoongâs demo carefully. If you had to make a tool roll, you were going to make the best goddamned tool roll you could. Maybe youâd even actually get around to buying tools for it.Â
Hongjoongâs thin fingers expertly flatten the cut leather into his desired shapes. Then, he began to stitch a pocket shut. Turning the leather in his hands, he cuts off the excess string and pulls a lighter out of his apron. His thumb runs over the grooved gear, and a tall flame appears before him. He lights the ends before pressing them into the leather. He passes the leather around for everyone to observe as he answers someoneâs questions.Â
When it finally arrives in your hands, youâre impressed at the neat and straight stitches heâd done in such a short time. Two perfectly circular black dots are stamped into the leather where Hongjoong burned the end of the stitches. You run your thumb over the hardened thread and pass the piece along.Â
When the unfinished tool roll is back in his hands, he takes a fork-shaped tool from his apron and drops it into the pocket heâd just created. âThere you go,â he says, rolling the leather and showing it to the rest of the class. âThatâs the jist of it. Obviously, you guys are gonna have to stitch in a lot more pockets.â With light laughs, everybody disperses back to their tables and begins to work on the leather Jongho had passed out.
Maybe sitting so far away from the instructor wasnât a good idea, and it was definitely too late to move now. The beginners near the front kept Hongjoong from venturing further back into the classroom where you sat, utterly confused, and Jongho was proving to be frustratingly useless, not straying more than a couple of feet away from Hongjoongâs side. With a downturned face, you look down at your uncut leather and decide itâs better to start than being left behind.Â
Taking a silver pen and ruler, you measure out the areas of the leather you wanted to cut. After double-checking, you take the pizza-cutter-looking tool and stand to cut along the soft lines youâd left on the dark brown hide. You hold up a rectangular piece of leather in your hands, feeling proud.
Next, you pick up a tool that looked similar enough to what Hongjoong had used and start marking the leather. Standing up, you begin to mark the folds of pockets. As you forcefully start pressing into the hide, youâre surprised when a thin string of leather comes up with it. That didnât happen when Hongjoong marked his leather. Your eyes widen, but youâre already several inches down the length of your leather and decide itâs too late to stop.Â
In your speechless state, youâd failed to notice Hongjoong standing at the corner of your table. âThatâs an advanced technique,â he says with a laugh, and you feel your cheeks warm. âBut you probably want to use a scratch awl for this part,â he adds.Â
Great, Iâve successfully made a fool of myself in front of the cute leather guy.Â
Boys were not on your radar, and for good reason, you think. Youâd seen too many freshmen caught up in the new freedom that university provided them, reveling in the alcohol and hookups, only to turn around and get their hearts broken by a boy that doesnât know any better. Grades slip, moods worsen, and next thing you know, theyâve wasted thousands in tuition.Â
Your friend had become the most recent and most unfortunate example. Granted, you were seniors right on the cusp of graduation, but that didnât stop her from behaving like a naive freshman. That could not and would not be you. Never in this lifetime.Â
But, that didnât stop you from having crushes on obviously attractive people.Â
Hongjoong looks around the table, and when he fails to find an extra scratch awl, he pulls his own out of his apron. âHere,â he hands you a tool sleeker than the used and abused tools at the table. âLetâs leave the advanced techniques to the experts, shall we?â
You want to roll your eyes, but the embarrassment is overbearing and all you can do is take the scratch awl from Hongjoongâs hands. Thankfully, heâs called over by the more eager students in the front, and youâre left holding on to his tool in your palms.Â
The deep dark brown of the wooden handle feels cool between your fingers, and with a cleared throat, you begin to mark the leather again. Hongjoongâs scratch awl is sharpened and glides across the leather smoothly. You spend an ample amount of time hunched over the piece of leather marking out even pockets. Slipping Hongjoongâs scratch awl in your skirt pocket, you grab a spool of brown thread and two needles.Â
After a couple of mishaps, you think youâre really getting the hang of the saddle stitch. Pulling the thread taut, you double-check the back of your project to find a neatly aligned row of brown stitches. Not once did you go through the thread. With a satisfied smile, you flip the leather back over to the front and snip off the additional thread.Â
You look for the neon orange lighter on the wooden table. When you finally look up, you find the rest of your tablemates have already completed several rows of stitches. You spot the lighter near the edge and grab it before drawing your attention back to your piece.Â
Donât bring yourself down, dumbass. Itâs literally your first time trying this. This is an INTERMEDIATE class. You breathe in and nod at the voice in your head.Â
With the lighter in hand, you copy Hongjoongâs movements from the demo. Nothing. You run your thumb over the grooved gear and roll it down. Again, nothing.Â
You sit up straighter and crack your neck. Thumb over gear, run it downwards quickly. Nothing!
âNeed help?â Hongjoongâs voice pulls you away from your frustrated actions. Heâd rounded his way into the back of the room again and had been watching your amusing struggle for a few moments now. He leans across the table, elbows resting inches away from your hand. You try one more time before dropping the lighter in his outstretched palm.Â
âI think something might be wrong with it,â you tell him without meeting his eyes. It was absolute bullshit. You knew it worked. He knew it worked. Your elderly tablemates, whoâd used it ample times prior to you, knew it worked.Â
You hear him jokingly scoff before closing his hand around the lighter. Rolling it between his fingers, he waves it in front of you. When you finally look at him, you wish you hadnât.
With a knowing smirk plastered on his face, he holds the lighter some inches from your face. He places his thumb over the gear and runs it down quickly, pressing the red tab into the metal of the lighter. A quick flame appears and behind it, you can see it reflecting in his dark eyes.Â
He drags your leather closer to him and burns the end of the wax threads. The ends of the brown thread glow yellow before quickly turning black. With a quick flick of his wrist, Hongjoong uses the bottom of the lighter to press the ends down into the stitches, and you canât stop staring at him.Â
Youâre not sure, but as his eyes bounce between the burned and flattened ends, you think thereâs glitter on his lids. Your eyes flicker down to his exposed arms. His long sleeves have been rolled up, and you're finally seeing the details of the ink that's decorating his skin. The black painted on his fingernails is neat, not crossing into the pink of his skin. Heâs so pretty.Â
With a smug smile, he turns your piece in between his palms. âWell, would you look at that? Looks like itâs working just fine.â But heâs also so cocky, so in response, you snatch the piece back with a mumbled thanks.
You keep your head down and focus on stitching the other side of your first pocket into the leather. When it comes time to cut the excess thread and burn the ends, you end up asking one of the ladies at your table, who sympathetically helps you.Â
Before you know it, Hongjoongâs complimenting everyone on doing a great job and wishing everyone a good night. You look down at the singular pocket youâd managed to stitch into your leather. It seems as if there are endless sighs encapsulating your body, as yet another one escapes. You shove the leather into your bag and slip on your coat as the workshop begins to empty.
âHey!âÂ
You turn and find Hongjoong leaning against the wall, arms crossed over his chest. He tilts his head and takes in your outfit. Under his gaze, you feel silly in your cream thermal leggings, pink sweater, pink skirt, and even pinker winter coat and shift your legs as Hongjoong moves to stand in front of you. With an outstretched palm, he says, âMy scratch awl.â
Your eyes widen, and you pad the pockets of your skirt. Hongjoong watches your bag slip off your shoulders as you search one pocket, and then the other. The last thing you wanted was to look like a thief. You knew Hongjoong could tell you were only a novice, but you prayed he could also tell you werenât planning on doing more leatherwork than youâd done today and his scratch awl would be of absolutely zero realistic use to you.Â
Feeling the smooth wood under your skirt, you pull out the scratch awl from your pocket and place it in his palms, wordlessly. Being attracted to him was bad, but being embarrassed in front of Hongjoong was worse, you decide.Â
âThanks, sweetheart,â he says with a deep smile. âYou know, a girl really should know how to turn on a lighter,â he shrugs as youâre readjusting your bag over your shoulders. You roll your eyes and turn to the front door. âSee you soon!â he shouts just as the door closes behind you.Â
Yeah, right.
*****
âSo, how was the class?â your friend slyly asks, sliding down into the empty seat next to you in the lecture hall early the following morning. At your fiery eyes, she slides a warm coffee towards, âHey! Look, I came with a peace offering!â
âFuck you,â you tell her with a sarcastically sweet smile, taking the coffee from her hands. Digging through your bag, you finally pull out the unfinished piece.Â
She plucks the piece from your hands. âHey, look at this! Couldnât have been that bad if you ended up making a⌠aâŚâ she hesitantly turns the leather in her hands. âSorry babes, but what the hell is this supposed to be?â
âItâll become a tool roll,â you shove the piece back in your bag. âEventually,â you add, leaning back into the lecture hallâs uncomfortable chairs.Â
âEventually? So youâre going back?â she asks, pulling out her laptop.
âGod, no. The instructor was a dick.â Failing to mention the fact he was also hot as hell, you continue, âBut Iâm sure I can figure it out on my own.â
You were naturally inclined to be determined. It was easy to rely on people and just as easy to be disappointed by them. So if there was work to be done that you could do by yourself, you would do it by yourself.Â
The rest of the day passes as every day before it. You stuff as much information as you can down your throat, and when you get home, you print off practice worksheets and exams to prepare for the following week.Â
As you make your way through the packets of paper, Hongjoongâs piercing gaze flashes across your mind more often than youâd like. You know, a girl really should know how to turn on a lighter. You cynically shake your head. What good would knowing that information do? You werenât going to be stranded on an island anytime soon. A lighter would be the last thing on your mind should a nuclear war break out. Besides, you knew how to light matches. What more could you possibly need?
Taking a break from the practice exam, you pull the unfinished tool roll out of your bag. You knew at the very least youâd need a spool of thread and a needle to finish it. Looking online, youâre left more confused than when you started. Threads have different thicknesses? You run a finger over your stitches, unable to gauge a sense of thickness. Minutes into researching the needles, you slam your laptop shut and figure itâd be better to suck up your ego and begrudgingly give Outlaw Leather another visit.
With sleep no longer on your radar, you print off another practice exam and flip through the pages. Sleepless nights werenât new to you. In fact, it was an unfortunate fact how common theyâd become. Leaning back in your chair, you decide to take a walk to the convenience store underneath your apartment to grab some snacks to accompany your late-night studying endeavors.
The fluorescents of the store shake the remnants of sleep that were lingering, and with a sigh, you rummage through the selection of packaged foods. Creating a combination of possibly the most heart attack inducing foods and pain medication, you fill your basket to the brim and make your way to the register.Â
The convenience store clerk starts scanning the myriad of late night snacks and pain killers. As youâre watching the total climb higher and higher, you flick your eyes to the plastic container in front of the register lined with standing lighters.Â
A lighter would be more useful than matches during an apocalypse. You could reuse it several more times than a wooden matchstick. With a scoffed laugh, you roll your eyes. Hongjoongâs cocky stare still irritated you. But the other part of you feared he was right; you should know how to light a lighter just in case an apocalypse was on the radar.Â
With a shake of your head, you card through the patterns, find one decorated in pink and red hearts and place it next to your unscanned items. âIâll take one of these, too.â
*****
Several sleepless nights pass by before youâre eventually too frustrated looking at the incomplete tool roll sitting pathetically on your desk. On the following Friday after classes, you walk into Outlaw Leather with a mission in mind: Get some needles, get a spool, and get the fuck out.Â
âBack already, sweetheart? Did you miss me that bad?â Hongjoong calls out from behind the register.Â
You were better prepared this time around. You had straightened your back and smoothed out the ruffles in your pink skirt before stepping foot inside the shop. âPlease, youâre like the stereotype personified. If I had to take a guess, Iâd say your shitty motorcycleâs parked out back, isnât it?â
âYeah, it is,â he steps closer to you. âWant me to take you on a drive sometime?â
âUgh, as if,â you scoff, rolling your eyes.Â
âOkay, sweetheart,â Hongjoong says, his smile never faltering, âWhy are you here then?â
You unzip your backpack and take out your leather roll, and maintaining eye contact with Hongjoong, you toss your unfinished piece on the counter. âI have to finish this. It doesnât look the way it should, and I need it to look the way it has to. Besides, I donât have any of the supplies I need to make any progress myself.â
Hongjoong picks up the leather and runs his fingers along the groove of your stitches. Suddenly, the self-conscious shame creeps its way up to your cheeks. Looking at Hongjoongâs finished and polished pieces on the wall was more than enough to feel incompetent, and you canât help but wonder how silly he thinks you look mocking an actual expert like him with your badly cut and sewn tool roll.Â
But if he does think youâre mocking him, he doesnât mention it, instead saying, âIt doesnât have to look any certain way, you know that right? What I did during class was just a template. Youâre supposed to customize it.â When you donât respond, he observes your piece with a sigh and adds, âBut I guess I can get you headed in the right direction.â He rounds the register and holds the piece out for you to take.Â
You follow him as he weaves through the store, picking out a pair of needles and a dark brown threaded spool. As he explains the differences between the sizes of needles and thickness of the thread, you try to follow along as best you can. The sleep youâd gotten the night before was abysmal and classes had been an absolute horror today, but you donât think you can go home only to stare at an incomplete project that definitely shouldâve been done by now.
âThanks, Iâll just do it at home,â you take the spool of thread and the needles from him and turn towards the register.Â
âYou know, the labs are meant for people to come and work at,â he says. The mischievous look takes over his face as he adds, âBesides, we donât want you taking another trip down here in your pretty skirts now, do we? The weather isnât very forgiving these days.â
You look down at the thread and then your outfit. If you went back home and your friend saw you with a spool of thread hunched over this stupid piece of unfinished leather, youâd never live it down. And it was chilly outside. And you didnât want to go home only to be distracted by your assignments. âOkay,â you tell him. Hongjoong points you to the back of the store with a toothy grin, and you take a seat at the empty lab tables and watch him linger for a moment before turning back to the register with a smile.
It takes you some time before youâre able to get in the groove, but once youâve marked out the remaining pockets on the leather, you take a deep breath and start sewing. And as the hour passes, you think youâre doing quite well, stitching in pocket after pocket, until youâre not.
âJoongie!â a shrill voice calls out from the front of the shop. In clicking shoes, a not-so modestly dressed girl comes running into the store. After pushing past a confused Jongho, she sprints towards Hongjoong.Â
âHi,â a sweet giggle rumbles in his throat. He holds his arms out, and the girl finds her away into them, settling her jaw over his shoulder and ruffling his hair. âAlright, alright,â he says, pushing his hair back. âReady to get your measurements taken?â
The girl nods, and Hongjoong leads her away to what looks like an office which just happened to be so unfortunately in the direct line of your vision.Â
You try your hardest not to look or listen to them, forcing your eyes down on the half-sewn pocket, but when the girl shrugs off her fur coat, you canât help yourself. Sheâs dressed in a tight black cropped tank top that surely does nothing to protect her from the cold. She tosses the fur coat over a chair and laughs at something Hongjoong says. Thereâs a low ringing in your ears, and momentarily, youâre glad you canât hear their conversation.
You watch Hongjoong take a measuring tape from a desk drawer and frown as he wraps it around her waist. It deepens when he measures the curve of her breasts next. All while happily conversing with her, he takes a final measurement of her hips.Â
You look back down at your nearly finished tool roll and sigh. An unfamiliar emotion bubbles in your chest, and you think you certainly must look ugly. Your head aches from being in a frustrated frown all day, and you think the beginnings of blisters are forming on the pads of your fingers from pinching the thick needles for hours on end.Â
It was jealousy. It felt misplaced and dirty in your system, like a bottomless pit eager only to take and never to give. Here you were sitting in your own misery, shaming a girl that youâd never met and judging her clothing. You zone back into the row and diligently stitch along the line.Â
When you finish the row and decide to take a break, your eyes and ears find their way back to Hongjoongâs little office.Â
âWhat color?â he asks her.
As sheâs slipping her coat back on she responds with, âHot rod red.â
Hot rod red. She wanted the corset to be hot rod red. Hot? Rod? Red? Would you ever have the nerve to wear something so daring? Probably not. You turn back to your unfinished roll, and with an angered vigor, you start stitching again.Â
The girl leaves giving Hongjoong yet another tight hug and ruffling his hair, but youâre still sitting on the uncomfortable stool, sewing away a storm. Your neck is in a world of pain, begging for a release, but youâre adamant on finishing.
The shop is quiet, and after taking the girlâs measurements, Hongjoong has been locked away in the office. The sun has since set, and besides Jonghoâs occasionally sweet voice conversing with customers or humming along to the quiet radio, the silence in the store leaves you in a focused trance. Just a half-hour before closing, you finish burnishing the final corners of the roll.
When you stand, you want to immediately sit back down and sleep against the rough grain of the lab table, but you place one foot in front of the other and make your way to the register where Hongjoong is now seated.
âNot bad,â he says, with a cocky smile. He looks at the tool roll clutched tightly between your hands. He sees the leather cinching around the stitches but chooses to not tell you your stitches are too tight when he notices how exhausted you look. Your shoulders are slumped, head low, and fingers are red. The smile disappears from his face, and just as youâre grabbing your receipt from his hands, he stops you, rounding the register.Â
âWhoa, hold on a second,â he says, taking your hand between his. He looks at the reddened and raw pads of your fingers. âYou shouldâve worn the protectors, sweetheart. Come here,â he takes your hand and leads you to the sink near the back of the workshop.Â
Cool water runs over your fingers, and you sigh, letting your eyes shut momentarily.
âWhat are you thinking about?â Hongjoong asks, studying your finally relaxed face.
âAn exam I have next week,â you lie, opting to omit the truth. And it wasnât entirely untrue. You did have an exam next week. You should probably print off a practice exam when you get back.Â
âGod, you need to shut that brain of yours off and get some sleep,â he says, no malice in his voice.
You open your eyes and watch the water splash over your fingers. âYeah, thatâd be a real miracle,â you reply with a scoff.Â
âHave trouble sleeping?â His grip on your hand loosens.Â
You shrug while curling your fingers under the gentle stream of cool water and respond, âOnly since the last semester. Probably just stress. I think Iâm good now.â You take your hand from Hongjoongâs and shake off the dripping water.
âHold on,â Hongjoong bends down and open the drawer underneath the sink to pull out a first-aid kit. He flips the kit open and grabs a tiny tube of cooling gel. âI went through like a dozen of these when I was starting out,â he sighs, squeezing out a little green gel. When you slightly wince, he sighs again and gently spreads the gel over the pads of your fingers saying, âJust wear the protectors next time, okay sweetheart?â
You probably werenât coming back here. You probably won't run into Hongjoong again. You didnât think any more leather projects were on your radar, and your friend had already moved on to a different hobby.Â
Nonetheless, you watch Hongjoongâs fingers run over yours, spreading the gel, and nod.
*****
You were back.
Now that you were finished with that god-forsaken tool roll you had no tools for, your life shouldâve continued on normally. You shouldâve gone straight to the library after your classes to get started on a presentation that was due next week. You shouldâve. You knew you shouldâve, but here you were standing outside the entrance of Outlaw Leather a week later.Â
You couldnât think straight at all for the past week, although that may have been due to the lack of sleep. When you found your feet taking you downtown to Hongjoongâs shop, you tried to justify your need to be there. Now, at the entrance, you still had nothing.Â
Taking out your lighter, you run your thumb over the grooved gear and run it down. A flame appears. You let go, and it disappears. With some late-night practice and tutorials, you were eventually able to figure the lighter out. You repeat the process over and over again while internally debating whether or not you want to go in.Â
Eventually, Jonghoâs peeking head appears through the slightly opening door. âAre you planning on coming in or are you just gonna stand there?â You take a shaky step towards the entrance of the shop and let Jongho hold the door open for you with a small thanks.
During the early evening, the shop was quiet with a few lingering customers. With padded footsteps, you make your way to Hongjoongâs office, no clear indication of why you were gracing him with your presence on a Thursday evening.
Heâs sitting at his desk, sketching out a pattern for a project you canât make out. You stand for a moment, watching his laser-focused eyes following the graphite of pencil. His downturned lips and furrowed brow soften up his rough features, and you canât help but think how cute he looks when heâs not smirking.Â
At the thought, you shake your head and clear your throat to get his attention.Â
The chair swivels around, and his signature smirk makes its way to Hongjoongâs face. âThought youâve already finished the tool roll?â
âThatâs not why Iâm here.â Why AM I here?
Twirling the pencil between his pretty fingers, he leans back into the chair. âOh? Then how can I help you, sweetheart?âÂ
You say the first thing you could think of, which unfortunately for you, ends up being, âI want a corset.â I do?
âYou do?â
âI do.â
His smirk only deepens as he turns around to pull a sheet of paper out of one of his drawers. Attaching to a clipboard, he hands you the sheet and turns around to stack the sketches into a pile. âFill that out, and weâll get started.â
You look down at the sheet. A large portion for it is for Hongjoong, requiring specific measurements, but the top portion is for you.Â
Thankfully, Hongjoongâs turned around and clearing off his desk when your eyes widened comically at the listed price without any special embellishments. Fuck it. You start filling in your name and address.Â
âIâll take your measurements today and have a guide ready to go by tomorrow. When you come in tomorrow, Iâll double-check my initial measurements and see how they fit, and then I can start. That sound good to you?â He leans against his now cleared desk.
âYeah,â you tell him, not looking up from the clipboard. Having mercy on your bank account, you decide to forgo any embellishments and hand the clipboard back to Hongjoong. As heâs scanning your information, the cockiness splattered across his features has you believing this is resting face.
âOkay sweetheart, letâs make you a corset.â You nod at him, awaiting his next instructions. He stares at you, the twirling pencil in fingers slowing when you stare back. His smirk deepens. âThe sweaterâs gotta come off.â
You had clearly not thought this through. You just had a simple bra under your thick knitted sweater, and you didnât have an extra camisole or tank with you. You tug at one of the stitches on your sleeve, âCanât you measure over the sweater?â
âNo can do, unless you want to pay me to make something thatâs not going to fit you,â he shrugs.Â
You look outside the door of Hongjoongâs office. Jongho was restocking some inventory, and the few customers inside had their back turned to you while deciding how much of a roll they wanted to cut. At your hesitancy, Hongjoongâs teasing takes a break, and with a gentle voice, he asks, âDo you want me to close the door?â
You nod at his offer, and he steps in front of you to click the door shut. As the door closes, the room opens up, and youâre able to spot an unmade queen size bed in the corner.Â
âYou sleep here?â
âSure do,â he says, hands resting on his hips. With a deep breath, you lift the sweater over your head. Hongjoongâs next remark catches in his throat when youâve pulled off your adorable pink sweater and are left in only with an equally adorable lacey pink bra that wraps snuggly around your chest. He shakes away the interrupting thoughts before saying, âYou are standing in my bedroom, after all.â
The conversation distracts you from the chill you feel standing almost naked in an attractive guyâs bedroom. Holding the sweater in your crossed arms, you ask âThis is your bedroom?â
âYeah,â he says with a little laugh. He rounds your body and grabs the tape measure from his desk. You hold your breath when he takes in your covered torso. âThe sweaterâs gotta go all the way, sweetheart,â he says, rolling his desk chair between the two of you.Â
With a pout, you hang your sweater over the back of his chair, and let your arms dangle at your sides. Hongjoong rolls the chair back to its spot and steps closer to you. The fire you had in you retires to the back burner when Hongjoongâs scent fills your nose. He taps your elbows with a quiet, âArms up,â as he steps even closer to round the measuring tape around your body.Â
The tension is palpable, and Hongjoong has dove headfirst into getting accurate measurements in silence. Normally, you wouldnât mind it, but he smells like a godly combination of spice and leather, youâre embarrassingly horny now, and youâre standing partially naked in his bedroom.
Taking a look around his room, your eyes flicker over a wall of pictures, some polaroid, some printed, some cut out from magazines. On his desk, thereâs a half painted shoe next to a fully painted shoe. Many more clothing items are hung near or around his desk with patches cut out from the fabric of the arms and the back.Â
When you turn to look back at his bed, youâre surprised at how comfortable it looks. While it's clearly unmade, the plaid gray sheets look clean and homely. The pillows and duvet are well used, and the thought of taking a nap here sounds a little too nice.Â
âYour room doesnât match your aesthetic,â you tell him when the cool plastic of the tape measure makes contact with your hot skin.
You feel Hongjoongâs breath against your neck when he tightens the tape around your waist. âOh, yeah? Whatâd you expect my bedroom to look like?â
With a light shrug, you ponder out loud, âI donât know, I thought itâd be more edgy and less⌠wholesome.â You nod at the smiling pictures of him on the wall.
Hongjoong quickly follows your trailing eyes and laughingly scoffs again. âSo, just because I work with leather, you expect me to sleep on a cow hide or something?â Youâre embarrassed at what youâve implied and shrink in on yourself. âYouâre so tense. Itâd help you to relax,â Hongjoong laughs with a light poke at your hips.Â
The fire finds its way back to you at his relentlessly teasing tone. âI donât want to relax, I want a corset.â
To measure your hips, he kneels on one knee and looks up at you. âMhm, and what are you going to do with a corset?â
âWear it,â you answer down at him, brows furrowed as if itâs the most obvious thing in the world.Â
âWhat, and mess up your cute sweater numbers? I donât think you would, sweetheart,â he says, standing back up. âBesides, I donât really think it matches your aesthetic,â he says, throwing your own words back in your face.
It shouldâve been off-putting and unattractive, this behavior. You shouldâve been rolling your eyes and cringing at his words. But instead, your nipples were hard, and you were praying they werenât visible through your bra.
âI will wear it,â you say with stuttering confidence.Â
âMhm,â Hongjoons says, writing down the measurements onto the slip youâd filled out earlier. âWhat color?â
âWhat?â
âWhat color do you want it to be?â
The words hot rod red are begging to fly out of your mouth, but if you were going to be paying for a custom corset, you figure it should at least be to your liking. âCan you do pink? Like this kind?â you ask, pinching the fabric of your pastel pink sweater between your fingers.
The corners of Hongjoongâs lips curve into a smirk, and he nods, writing it down on the checklist. âYeah sweetheart, I can do pink.â
*****
The next day, you walk into Outlaw Leather much later than you were supposed to. Just as Jonghoâs turning you away while pointing at the hours posted on the door, Hongjoong emerges from his office.Â
âIâve got this, man. You can clock out.â And with a wave from Jongho, you and Hongjoong remain in the empty store.Â
Hongjoong quietly leads you to his bedroom. âYou can wait in here, just give me a couple minutes to close up.â
His room looks cozier with the harsh tube light turned off, letting only the golden glow of the few lamps illuminate the space. His bedâs still unmade, but it looks extra comfortable in soft yellow light.
On his desk sits a thick strip of black-dyed leather. Taking it in your hands, you feel the rigid strip fold under your touch and run your fingers along the textured front. It felt cool and rough, but you stroke the strip between your fingers nonetheless.Â
âThatâs not for you, sweetheart. Although, Iâd be happy to make you one,â Hongjoongâs voice startles you, and you turn to see him in the doorway. His eyes flick down to your hips, and you gently place the belt back on his desk, warmth pooling in your stomach.
âSorry,â you wipe your hands on your pants and look at the pink leather in his hands.Â
The tint on the leather is a delicate pastel, just like you asked, and the cut of the hide has your breath hitched. The stitching in the corset is delicate, but striking. Even in your awe, you were confused. The corset looked finished, polished and ready to wear; even if there were adjustments to be made, you were sure there wasnât much he could adjust now.Â
Nonetheless, you grab the edges of your sweater. When you slip it off over your head and hang it on his chair, you miss the disappointed look that fleetingly flickers across Hongjoongâs face. Youâd worn a camisole underneath your sweater today to save yourself from the embarrassing predicament youâd put yourself in only yesterday.Â
Moving behind you, he orders, âArms up.â Hongjoong wraps the corset around your waist and pulls you flush to him, closing it. You gasp in a surprised breath when your back collides with his hardened chest. âSo, so tense, sweetheart,â he breathes into your neck, and you can hear his smile. Goosebumps rise up your back, and you donât respond to him, keeping your breath held. âIs this too tight?â
âNo,â you swallow the collecting saliva in your mouth. Hongjoong backs away, slipping the corset away from your torso.
âAlright,â he moves around your still body, laying the corset next to the black belt and adds, âIâll condition the leather, and itâll be ready for you to pick up tomorrow.â
Well, that was fast. âThanks,â you send him a short smile and reach to grab your sweater off the back of his desk chair, hiding your disheartedness. You wanted to stay longer and do something, you didnât want to go home. You wanted to stay in this room and not think about your assignments or exams. Over your shoulder, you look back at Hongjoongâs bed.
âYou know, I read an interesting article the other day,â Hongjoongâs voice pulls you out of your thoughts.
âDidnât peg you as a reader,â you say, but when you catch Hongjoong looking stupidly sexy rolling his big, beautiful eyes at you, you add, âWhatâd you read?â
His hips lean back into his desk, arms crossed over his chest, shrugging, âIt wasnât much, but it did say something about how beneficial orgasms are at helping insomniacs.â
You freeze, and your eyes widen. Of course, youâd already known this. After the first couple of sleepless nights passed, you did extensive research trying to find the best remedy for yourself.Â
Relax your body. This can be done through a variety of different methods. To most effectively and efficiently relax your muscles, let your body experience somatic arousal.
Youâd shut your laptop and settled on trying aromatherapy and meditation instead. When days turned into weeks, youâd gotten desperate and brought a tiny vibrator which you carried around. Just in case.
âYeah, I know,â you say with a sigh. The tiredness that ran through your body had dissipated the shame youâd usually felt, and you reach into your bag to pull out the hot pink vibrator and dangle it in front of Hongjoongâs face, âBut if this hasnât been able to get the job done, I donât think anything will.â
For a moment, the shock is vividly apparent on Hongjoongâs face, and the shame in your body is ready to resurface with a vengeance. But just as quickly as it comes, it disappears when Hongjoongâs face twists into a smirk. The same cocky smirk youâd been using to get off in these past few weeks.Â
The smirk turns into a mocking pout as Hongjoong snatches the vibrator from your hands. âYou poor thing. How many orgasms do you give yourself every night?â
The warmth in your cheeks spreads down your neck and pools in your stomach. âUhm, Iâ just one, usually,â you say, looking down at the floor of Hongjoongâs room.Â
You hear him scoff and look up to see his haughty attitude return. âYou think one orgasmâs going to put you to sleep?â
âYes?â you respond incredulously. The mixture of emotions swirling through your mind were doing a great job at confusing you, but never did you think youâd stand in Hongjoongâs room while he judges how you choose to cure your insomnia.
âOne orgasm is hardly going to do anything, let alone relax you enough to sleep,â Hongjoong says, polished nails thumbing through the settings on the vibrator. âIn fact,â he says, stepping much too close to you, âIâm willing to bet youâve never even experimented with the higher settings.â His soft breath fans across your face, and you look away from him, focusing your attention on anything else in his room.
You hear a chuckle rumbling from his chest as your silence proves him right. His thumb gently grabs your chin, and he redirects your eyes back to him, asking, âWould you like to?â
You dryly swallow and stare at him. Fuck it all to hell. You eagerly lean into his lips and kiss him fervently. When you feel his stupid, cocky smile against your lips, you press harder and let your teeth teasingly sink down on his lower lip. Accomplished pride blooms in your chest as he gasps and pulls away.
âYou know the color system?â When you nod, he pulls you closer, âYes or no?â
âYes,â you breathlessly respond, and his lips are back on yours. Hongjoong roughly grabs at your hips, slipping his hands under the thin pink camisole. He pushes you towards his bed, and when your knees collide with its frame, he pulls away again.
âSit,â he orders, and you follow. With your hands on either side of you, you look up at Hongjoong from his plaid gray sheets excited, enamored, and eager. Hongjoong releases a shuddered breath at your pliant eyes before he kneels in front of you.
Today was exceptionally cold, and youâd opted to overgo your pink skirts in favor of a pair of thick pants. Hongjoongâs hands bunch at the material to tug it down your legs, and you back up further onto his bed and raise your hips in effort to help him. Once they're off, he tosses them carelessly onto his floor and pushes you to lay back against his pillows.Â
Other than your pants, Hongjoong made no effort to remove any of your other clothing, letting his lips slot against yours once again. His hand finds the warm flesh of the skin between your thighs, and with the other he caresses your jaw. Unable to keep away, you reach for his neck and feel the dangling silver of his earrings tickle your fingers.
âYouâll be good for me, wonât you sweetheart?â His request is soft and whispered against your lips, but at your delayed response, his roughened hand kneads your thigh harder. âWonât you?â
You pull away from him to answer, âI will,â and try to chase after him, but much to your disappointment, Hongjoong leans back.
A low buzz comes from between his fingers, and you realize your forgotten vibrator was still in Hongjoongâs hands. At the noise, you feel yourself getting wetter, your underwear now uncomfortably clinging to your skin.Â
Squirming to adjust yourself, your thighs close around Hongjoongâs hands. He smiles at the action and takes his hand away from your jaw. âHands.â
Confused, you stop your squirming and bring your hands between your bodies. His hands wrap around your wrists, pushing them above your head and pressing the vibrator over your underwear in one quick motion.Â
A surprised whimper escapes your lips. The tight grip of his hands feels so good around your wrists, but the stimulation from the vibrator felt torturously low over your cotton panties.
âFeels good, right sweetheart?â He wiggles the vibrator over your clit and laughs lowly when you roll your hips to meet his movements. âThis is what youâre used to, isnât it? Level 1?â It doesnât take long for your orgasm to build even if the buzz of the vibrator was dull.Â
Usually, this process would take you much more time. Itâd have to be well into the night, your roommate fallen asleep long ago. The work at your desk should no longer have the capacity to take any more of your attention, and sleep should be the last thing on your mind. You had a playlist, a hot celebrityâs shirtless picture, and most importantly, privacy.Â
But the woody smell of Hongjoongâs cologne, his calloused hands at your thighs, and his cocky self-satisfied smile had you close in no time.
âPlease, please,â you ask, rolling your hips. Hongjoong presses against you and holds the vibrator down, and you whimper pathetically.
âGonna cum already?â Hongjoong asks, devilishly smiling down at you. âThatâs okay, sweetheart. Go ahead and cum for me.â
And you do. With your eyes closed, you let your head fall back against Hongjoongâs pillows and slightly tug your hands in his grip. Your orgasm comes quick and hard, the buzz finally falling away from your clit.Â
Catching your breath, you open your eyes to look up at Hongjoong zeroed in on the sight between your legs. Unfortunately for you, you now feel more awake than youâve ever felt and letting the reality of the situation sink in, shut your legs.Â
Hongjoong doesnât let your actions faze him, and instead, he moves to rub the skin of your hips. âFelt good?â You nod, but before you could let your overthinking thoughts interrupt him, he adds, âI bet it did, but look at you. Thereâs a mess in your cute panties, and I can hear your heart beating from here. Iâd barely call this relaxed, barely enough to get you sleeping.â
âIââ You knew that, but you truly thought one would do the trick. Instead, your hips felt stiff, and the stickiness in your underwear was begging to be taken care of. I want more, I NEED more. Collecting your rambled thoughts, you look back at Hongjoong whoâs patiently waiting for your explanation. âCan you help me, please?â
An evil smile overtakes Hongjoongâs face and makes you clench disappointedly around nothing. âOf course I can help you, sweetheart.â You can feel yourself gushing, breathing out a sigh of relief when Hongjoong moves down to take off your underwear.Â
âWhat a pretty mess youâve made,â he says, hungrily looking at the result of your first orgasm. Your arousal leaked through your underwear, and you just know youâve stained his sheets. Your cheeks warm with embarrassment, but you still whine, wanting the panties out of the way.
Catching your intentions, Hongjoong simply laughs, grabbing the vibrator once more. It comes to life again, this time loud and more aggressively. Level 2.
Level 2 was uncharted territory. The night youâd gotten the vibrator, youâd turned on each setting while twirling the device between your fingers. 1 was fine, it felt low and steady. But having 2 turned on for only a minute numbed the pads of your fingers. Youâd avoided Level 3 out of sheer fear, never even letting the setting touch your fingertips.Â
Hongjoong doesnât take your underwear off, no matter how much you squirm. Instead, he rubs your slick through your panties and wet his lips as he lets the vibrator rest against your thighs.
Slowly, he trails the pink bullet closer and closer to your pussy. Frustrated at his pace, you raise your hips in search of the vibrator. âYou said youâd be good for me, sweetheart,â he teases. When he asks for your hands again, you give them away at record speed, only prompting more teasing. âI told you Iâd help you, and I will,â he says, pinning your arms tightly above you.
The smile decorating Hongjoongâs face is dangerous, and then you realize you would do anything he asked you to. Here, in his room, on his bed, you were ready to become what you avoided so well for the past four years.
At your hitching breath, he nestles the vibrator onto your clit, the stimulation making your head spin. Letting him take away your arms felt good, too good, and when you tug against them, his hold only tightens, making you gush.Â
âHowâs Level 2 feel, hmm?â Hongjoong asks, kissing up your neck. It felt good; you know it did. It was stronger and made your leak with need, but the presence of your underwear was too overpowering.
With a newfound devotion and growing distaste of your wrecked panties, you tug again. âJoongie, please,â you whine. âTake them off,â you plead.Â
As the nickname falls out of your lips, Hongjoongâs eyes darkly narrow and his smile falls away. Again, much to your disappointment, he lets your arms go. Moving the vibrator in slow, calculated circles, he takes his free and hooks his thumb under the waistband.Â
âYou come into my store, looking all pretty in pink, like a fucking angel, and you know what it makes me want to do, sweetheart?â You shake your head, and at the motion, the humming of the vibrator falls away from your clit. You feel a swift slap against your thighs. âDo you know what it makes me want to do?â Hongjoong enunciates for you, placing the vibrator back onto your clit, pressing down harder this time.
âNo, I donât know,â you breathlessly respond. Your thigh feels like itâs on fire, and you know your underwear is beyond saving. The stinging from the slap only builds your orgasm faster when Hongjoong speaks again.Â
âIt makes me want to ruin you,â he says, letting the band of underwear snap against your hips. âWill you let me ruin you?â
Youâd think you would have learned your lesson by now, but you nod yet again and feel another slap against your other thigh. âYes, I will! Please ruin me, please!â you beg as your second orgasm crashes down on you.Â
Hongjoong turns the vibrator back down to Level 1 and leans in to give you a deep kiss. Your breath feels like itâs been knocked out of your lungs, and you let Hongjoong explore, letting him take more and more of your air as you ride out your high on his sheets.
You let your hands tangle in his hair, and you pull him closer. Bringing your knees towards your body, your knee grazing against Hongjoongâs hardened length, prompting you to pull away.Â
âYou okay, pretty girl?â You barely have time to register the new pet name before Hongjoongâs peeling your ruined underwear off. When the cool air of his room finally touches your exposed, wet pussy, you shiver before itâs quickly replaced with a moan when the vibrator makes contact with your clit again.
âYes, but IâŚâ you start, eyeing the unfinished belt on his desk before flicking your eyes back to him, âI want more.â
âFuck,â he laughs following your line of sight. âIs that what you need, baby? You need someone to take your control from you? Be mean to you? Tie you up?â
You nod desperately. You feel like youâve never wanted anything more, just letting Hongjoong give while all you do is take.
âOkay, sweetheart,â he gives you a quick kiss. Making quick of your response, Hongjoong gets off the bed and laughs at your poor state as he takes the vibrator with him. Taking the black belt from his desk, he hovers momentarily over your form, taking in your blown out eyes and panting chest. Your hardened nipples poke over your camisole, and thereâs a glittery sheen of sweat across your collar.Â
Hongjoongâs cock strains against the material of his pants at the sight of you so fucked out for him, but he quickly files the feeling away for later. Gliding his fingers between yours, he pushes them up to the wooden rails of his headboard, wrapping the leather of the belt and securing it around your wrists.
The leather feels cool on your steaming skin, and when Hongjoong has you tied up, you feel oddly relaxed, glad your hands are restrained, leaving yourself for Hongjoong to give you as much as he thought you needed.Â
He leaves a soft kiss on the sides of your arms and trails downwards. Over your camisole, he places open kisses on your nipples, and you arch off the mattress, hungry for more. You wanted Hongjoong everywhere on your body, all at once.Â
As the vibrator is back on your bare pussy, he bites at your nipple, his tongue wetting the thin material. Your eyes shut tightly in ecstasy, and incoherent words are tumbling out of your mouth, begging Hongjoong to not stop when he moves to give the other nipple the same treatment.
His deep laughter reverberates in your chest. âI donât plan on it. More?âÂ
âYes, please,â you ask through whining gasps, and he listens, trailing his kisses up to your neck. Sneakily, he ups the level on the vibrator, and the sudden, intense pleasure of Level 2 on your overwhelmed clit feels exhilarating, making your eyes cloud over with dark lust.Â
âYouâre such a good girl, asking so sweetly to be ruined,â Hongjoong says into your neck, biting little marks into the skin. âPoor thing, hmm? You just want a good nightâs rest, right sweetheart?âÂ
âYes,â you sob, thatâs all you wanted. You thrash against the bed, feeling insatiable. You hear the switch of the vibrator click again. Level 3, and itâs brutal. The vibration is unforgiving in its strong rhythm, and the way Hongjoong is pressing it just right onto your clit doesnât help.
âJust want someone to shut that brain of yours off, fuck you dumb?â
Yes! You want to cry out as he plucks the thoughts from your mumbled mess, but the words never find themself and you choose to cry out pitifully instead. When the first tear rolls down your hot cheeks, Hongjoongâs dick painfully hardens in his pants.Â
Behind the haze of your eyes, Hongjoong finds your thoughts leaving as your orgasm builds. He wants it all gone, all the exams and assignments melting away into nothing. Eager to please, he stuffs two fingers deep into your wet walls, and all it takes is a small, gentle curl of his fingers grazing against your sweet spot and youâre cumming with a soft cry.
The vibratorâs taken away from you again, but his fingers remain in your pulsing pussy, still curled deliciously. The phantom buzz of the ruthless Level 3 is still present on your clit, and you can feel another orgasm building from nothing. The sensitivity feels like a well-intentioned punishment, but your brain feels fried from the onslaught, ready to retire for the night.
Hongjoong splays his hand over your thigh, pushing them out of the way and takes in the mess heâs left at your weeping pussy. A wet patch of your dripping arousal and your pretty, swollen cunt throbbing around his fingers has him swallowing down his desire. âOkay, sweetheart, just one more. Can you take one more for me? Iâll put you to sleep, I promise.â
âJoongie, I canât anymore,â you tell him through sobs, tugging at the belt. White spots are dancing in your vision, and you seriously think youâre going to pass out. Not that you would mind.
âDonât you wanna sleep, pretty girl? I thought you wanted my help,â Hongjoong mocks from between your legs, cruelly curling his fingers upwards. At your desperately broken cries, with a softer voice, he travels up to kiss the shell of your ear, whispering, âColor?â
His gentle voice grounds you enough to let you respond, âGreen.â Youâre sure whatever else youâre saying makes no sense, but your legs part anyway, wanting everything Hongjoong wants to give you.Â
âThatâs my good girl,â he sends you a sweet kiss on your furrowed brows before he scissors both of his fingers inside of you, pumping and curling steadily. The pleasure has you releasing a stream of steady tears, slurred requests echoing in his room.Â
His fingers are gone too soon, but feeling his hand at your jaw, you open your eyes. His fingers are dripping with your slick, and with wide eyes, you shamelessly lean forward and take them in your mouth, tasting yourself. Your tongue swirls around tasting the effects of Hongjoongâs efforts.Â
âFuck, youâre so precious, sweetheart,â you catch him saying as he takes his fingers out and wraps his hand around your throat. Your heartbeat quickens, but Hongjoong doesnât apply any pressure, simply letting his hand rest around your throat as he pulls you in for a kiss.Â
As his tongue explores once more, you roll your hips up, grazing his cock. Youâre not sure how heâs able to stay so composed, not wanting or expecting reciprocation, but you grind upwards once more in hopes to relieve him a little.Â
The pressure of hand just slightly increases, and he releases a deep, guttural groan, pulling away from you and pinning your hips into the bed, âNot tonight, pretty girl.â He leans back and lets his teeth graze his previously left marks, sucking them darker.
Trailing his hands up your body, he squeezes at your breasts under your camisole and nips at your exposed tummy. Youâre grateful for him giving you time to recover from your back to back orgasms, but in this time, you feel your bodyâs pleas begging for sleep. Your eyelids were drooped, the exhaustion of everything weighing down on you. Your lethargic arms tugged at the belt, wanting to run your hands through Hongjoongâs hair.Â
At your frustrated whine, Hongjoong looks up from your tummy to find your lips folding into a cute pout, and he sends you a sweet smile. Moving back, he kneels in front of your tired body. With his cool hands, he grabs the underside of your thighs and pushes them back, head dropping down to your delectable pussy. Shooting you a smug grin, his tongue attacks, sucking away at your far too sensitive clit.
Feeling your thighs tense in his hold at the pleasure, Hongjoong moans into your cunt, sending delicious vibrations up your body. His warm tongue flicks back and forth, spelling out something into your pussy. In your unfocused trance, you try to make out the letters and let out a hiccuped cry when you realize what it is. S, W, E, E, T, H, E, A, R, T.Â
He takes a break to suck at your clit, nipping and licking away. And it feels heavenly, different than the vibrator, better than the vibrator. You find yourself thinking you might never need it again when Hongjoong groans against you as you roll your hips into his face. You donât think youâd ever feel this good, afraid of becoming addicted to the drug-like euphoria.Â
Your last orgasm comes quickly, Hongjoongâs tongue making quick work with your overstimulated clit. You come with a strained cry, trying to close your trembling legs around Hongjoongâs head.Â
You let all your thoughts and worries fall away, jerking against Hongjoongâs bed, rutting yourself onto his tongue. Your sharp whines and tiny cries do nothing more than make Hongjoong irresistibly want you, but flicking his eyes up to your obliterated form, he falls back, choosing to caress your shaky legs through your orgasm.Â
Youâre not sure how, but you feel weightless and heavy at the same time. Your eyelids refuse to open, and on your exhausted limbs, you can feel Hongjoongâs warm breath peppering kisses onto the heated skin as he undoes the belt around your wrists. You feel him gently place tender kisses to each wrist, whispering soft words of praise, before sleep overtakes your body.Â
Sometime later, your heavy eyelids blink open when you feel a warm rag against your thighs. âYou can sleep, sweetheart. Iâll take care of you,â Hongjoongâs deep voice says, lulling you back into a well-deserved deep sleep.
Author's Note II: What'd you guys think? There's actually a nearly completed scene I wrote for this fic that just didn't fit into the actual story, but I'm thinking of releasing it as a bonus sometime in the next few weeks (wink wonk) so definitely look forward to that :) Thank you so much for reading, much love <3
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