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youkissedareaderinthedark · 3 months

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Synopsis: The 3 times everyone else knew you and Lando were in love with each other, and the 1 time you two actually admitted it

female driver reader x lando norris

A/N: for this one, reader is 22 and drives for mercedes with george. also, most of the story is told from lando’s pov because this originally started off as an entirely different 3+1 fic, and I don’t have the energy to fix it. and obviously, things like race results, driver lineups, ect will be changed to better fit the story

Lando Norris knows Formula 1 is unpredictable. He knows you can’t tell what will happen during a race, nonetheless a season. But no matter how unpredictable the sport is, this was the most surprising part by far.

It’s barely been 10 years, but Lando feels like he’s known you forever. You two first met at the Karting World Championship in 2014, a race you were teammates with both him and Zhou Guanyu in. Even though he beat you to first place, your 14-year-old-self didn’t let that stop you from becoming best friends with him.

It was hard to keep track of each other when the two of you were traveling all over Europe to compete in different series, so Lando almost thought he’d never get to see you again. Until in 2020, when he heard talks of the most successful female driver yet making her way through the ranks.

Since you were announced as apart of the Mercedes driver line up in the beginning of 2022, you two have been attached at the hip. You both lived in Monaco and whenever you weren’t busy with media or team duties, you were together. Traveling, in the paddock, celebrating races; if you were there, so was Lando.

Fans were used to that fact and they usually expected it off the track, but not for races and track battles, so everyone was a bit surprised when you two placed P3 and P4 in Bahrain.

It was Round 1 of the 2023 season and even though everyone knows your results at Bahrain don’t dictate your entire season, Lando was still excited you were on the podium. He had qualified P6 behind George and yourself in P5 and P4, and with both Fernando’s Aston Martin and both Red Bulls in front of you, you weren’t expected to make it on the top steps.

Though after a few badly timed pit stops, Lando ended the race in P4, 5 seconds behind you in P3. Cheers rung out from around the grandstands as both the Mercedes and McLaren cars crossed the finish line. Your team garages were ecstatic, climbing the fence to meet you at the checkered flag and shouting congratulations through the radio.

Lando watched from behind as you steered your car into perc ferme alongside Max and Sergio and climbed out to celebrate with your team. It wasn’t P1, but it was a huge achievement to place so high so early in the season and it was obvious how proud everyone was of you.

He couldn’t help himself from leaving his car and engulfing you in a hug. You were both laughing and the Brit could practically hear your grin through it.

“You did amazing! I’m so proud of you” He says, the words muffled through your helmets.

“Thanks, I wish you were gonna be up there with me, you deserve it” you say, looking up to the podium.

Lando smiles and he’s suddenly grateful his helmet is there to hide his blush. “Thanks. Don’t worry though, soon enough we’ll be up there with a 1-2”

“With me P1, I assume?”

Your eyes are playful underneath your helmet, and he laughs. “Yeah, we’ll see. Go celebrate with your team, Y/n. Don’t ditch me for the after party though!” He shouts as you walk over to your post-race interview, starting to laugh.

“I’d never ditch you!” You shout back over your shoulder, your helmet and balaclava coming off to reveal your grin.

Lando leaves to get weighed and meet his team back in the McLaren garage, keeping his head gear on because of the stupid smile he’s all too aware is still on his face. He was supposed to go to the media pen to finish up some race interviews before sitting down for the debrief with McLaren, but you were his best friend; he couldn’t miss your first podium of the season.

Lando, still clad in his orange race suit, arrives just as Max’s national anthem is playing. He probably should be paying at least a bit of attention to the winner, he’s one of Lando’s best mates after all, but then he saw you, grinning on the third step under the many bright lights of the street circuit, and he couldn’t look away.

He watched with his own smile as you opened your bottle of champagne and poured the majority of it on the Red Bull drivers, before downing the rest of it yourself. He’d wait until you came back to street level, where he’d be waiting for another hug and feeling the sticky champagne and bright grin against his neck.

You’d start talking about the race, the moments where you didn’t think you’d make it to the podium and how happy you’d be if you could get another one. You’ll ask about his race and tell him that next weekend, he’d better be up there beside you, no matter what.

And Lando will be next to you, like he always is, smiling and hanging on to every word you say because you’re happy, so he’s happy too.

What Lando would not realize is that each moment, from when he hugged you after you got out of your car to just then when you were walking through the paddock together, had been caught by multiple people, each one thinking the one thing you two had not yet realized.

“They’re so in love with each other”

Lando Norris did not hate the Miami Grand Prix, at least not usually. But this time around, F1’s 2023 stop in Florida is one he could’ve gladly missed.

It was a double header weekend, and after coming off an extremely mediocre P9 finish in Azerbaijan, Lando was less than excited to spend 4 days in the hot sun in an even more mediocre car. There were so many unnecessary media obligations to go with the flashiness of Miami, and by Friday evening he was already looking forward to the flight back home.

The one thing that did brighten his day was you, who he also had dinner plans with after FP2. He let you distract him with whichever details about your life you had neglected to tell him before, let you get him excited for Sunday’s race again, and let you put him in a better mood.

You two were walking from the restaurant to Lando’s car, still talking and laughing as usual, when Lando asked to you come by his hotel after qualifying the next day.

“If both our qualifying are shit, we can get ice cream and mope together,” he posed jokingly, “and if it goes great, we can celebrate together as well”

But then you stop laughing and your tone changes. “Oh, sorry Lando, but I’m going out with Logan after qualifying; he’s gonna show me around Miami a bit. I’m sure he won’t mind if you come though? Do you want to?”

He pauses; Logan? “No it’s fine. I should probably be relaxing after tomorrow anyways, I think the heat’s getting to me a bit. You two have fun, though” He assures you, keeping a light-hearted tone to mask his distaste.

Logan?

Lando didn’t have anything against Logan, he thought he was a nice guy with a lot of potential. But now he’s taking his best friend away from him and for what reason? You can see Miami any day, any time you want, and if you wanted to, you certainly didn’t need him as your guide.

But fine. Lando does not own you, you’re perfectly allowed to have your own friends, and if you wanted to have an evening out with Logan Sargeant, it was perfectly okay with Lando.

The Brit drove you back to your hotel before setting off to his own, and while you were his best friend and of course, delightful company, he couldn’t help but dwell on the sour taste left in his mouth. He didn’t know why this bothered him so much.

By the time Lando was back in his room, he was too tired to figure it why and decided it was a problem for Future Lando.

He woke up Saturday morning completely forgetting about the events of last night and instead focused on getting the best results possible today. He met up with his trainer for breakfast, left for the track, and joined his PR officer in the McLaren garage. She was escorting Lando to the media pen when he suddenly slowed.

“Lando? What’s wrong?” The woman took note of his tense figure, his hard-set eyes.

All because you were walking away from the media pen with Logan at your side, laughing and looking way too happy for his liking.

He felt the sourness this time. He felt it rise throughout his body and spread like wild fire. His only question was why.

Why were you laughing so much? Why did he feel this way? Why couldn’t he let any of this go? Why were you with Logan and not with him?

“Nothing,” the McLaren drives says. “let’s go” Lando never usually hurries to the media pen, but he didn’t want to look at you and Mr. American boy-next-door any longer.

He was asked questions and he gave answers, Lando just couldn’t tell you what any of them were. This was the problem Past Lando had left for him, and he couldn’t ignore it any longer.

He ruled out anger; he didn’t feel mad, per se, more frustrated than angry. He wasn’t upset; he certainly didn’t feel sad. Possessiveness? He wasn’t usually possessive over his friends though, and you two weren’t dating or anything like that, so there was no real reason to feel protective. Still, Lando couldn’t shake the sourness, and was once again left without answers about you and his feelings.

It wasn’t hard to miss the Brit’s change in attitude, and it wasn’t something his friends were going to ignore.

“Are you okay, mate?” Carlos says, walking alongside him through the paddock after FP3. “You’ve been quiet all day”

“Yeah, ‘m fine. Just tired, I guess” Lando shrugs, not sure if he should tell the Ferrari driver.

“C’mon, you’re seriously not gonna tell me? It’ll make you feel better, trust me” Carlos pushed, and he hesitated before answering.

“I don’t know. I barely know what’s wrong myself” Carlos gives him a look, and he sighs before continuing.

“It’s just weird with Y/n lately. I don’t know but the entire weekend’s just been weird”

“Why? Because she’s hanging out with Logan?”

“How did you-”

“Lando, it’s not that hard to notice, and it’s not that hard to notice why you don’t like it” The Spaniard nudges him, looking at him with a mischievious glint in his eyes.

“What do you mean?”

“You like Y/n, so you don’t like her hanging around with Logan” He says, as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world.

“What’re you talking about? I don’t like Y/n, she’s my best friend, that’s ridiculous” Lando makes a face. That makes no sense, of course I don’t have feelings for Y/n.

“Yeah, and the Haas is going to win tomorrow. Lando, I told you, you can trust me. Just admit it, cabrón”

“Admit what? I don’t like her, I told you that” Lando insists, because he doesn’t. There’s no way.

“Okay mate, whatever you say” Carlos says, putting his hands up in surrender and moving towards the Ferrari garage. “Let me know how that ‘not liking my best friend thing goes’”

Lando just shakes his head and sighs. Carlos has no idea what he’s talking about.

Qualifying turns out to be the thing Lando needs to get his mind off everything; he qualifies P6 with Oscar right behind him and confidence in his car for tomorrow. The man spends some extra time going over the data from today with the strategists and leaves the track just after sunset to head back to his hotel.

He wasn’t completely lying to you yesterday night; the heat was having a bit of an effect on him, and it was probably a good idea to relax and stay in for the night. He ordered something from room service that his trainer would approve of and took a shower before climbing into bed.

A knock on his door is the thing that stops Lando from falling asleep.

It’s past 10, no one should be knocking at his door, but that’s not good enough of a reason to ignore the person, so he gets up to answer it and should probably be more surprised that’s it you.

“Not here to collect team secrets for tomorrow, are you?” Lando questions, jokingly.

“I don’t think we need anymore help beating you McLarens, thank you” You play along with a laugh.

“I’m offended. I hope you have an apology along to go with whatever that it” He gestures to the bag in your hands, and you nod.

“I do, but you’ll have to let me in first to get either” Your best friend moves aside to let you into his room and onto his couch.

“Seriously though, what’s up? Is something wrong?”

“Oh no, nothing’s wrong. I just felt bad for ditching you today and figured I could make up for it with ice cream” You shrugged, opening up the bag and holding a container covered in frost.

“I appreciate the gesture Y/n, but we both know our trainers-” You cut him off. “Would kill us if we eat this, I know. That’s why I only bought one, so we could just share and have half. That way it’s not really eating an ice cream sundae, it’s just eating a scoop and a half”

“I like your thinking”

“That’s why you keep me around” You both smile, and Lando gets up to get two spoons.

“You don’t have to be sorry, by the way. It doesn’t bother me that you went out with Logan” He knows you must’ve felt really guilty, because you’re still wearing the clothes you wore in the paddock, meaning you went immediately from wherever Logan took you to straight to get the ice cream and come here, despite the fact you should be in bed and it would be chaos if someone found out you were here this late Saturday night.

He also knows you wouldn’t do this for just anyone.

“I know. I still felt bad though” You shrug, thanking him before taking a spoonful of ice cream.

“Don’t be. Where’d he take you, anyway?” Lando questions. He knows that if he was talking about this any time else, he feel that sourness all over again. But there was no reason to if you were right here beside him.

“Nowhere special; we just walked around, shopped a bit, and stopped to get some food before we realized we should probably head back to our hotels”

“And aren’t you having the same realization now?” He asks, taking another spoon of ice cream.

“Yeah, but I’m not worried enough to the point where I’m actually gonna do it” You explain, and Lando laughs.

“So what? I’m stuck with you for the rest of the night then?”

“You say it like you don’t totally love the idea” You smile playfully.

“You’re right, I’d rather you here with me than anywhere else”

“Me too” The man misses your soft gaze and love-sick smile.

Truthfully, Lando just likes when you’re with him in general.

It was the Austria GP and for the first time in a while, Lando Norris felt a little carefree. He had over two weeks to recover from Canada, the next round was his home race, and things were looking positive for Sunday. He was happy with racing, and he was happy with you too.

Ever since Miami, you two have been closer than usual; fans were used to seeing you guys always together, but this time, they really never saw you without seeing Lando, and Lando without seeing you. Both of you seemed oddly smiley recently and it didn’t go without notice. Even more than usual, it was like you and Lando were in your own weird little obliviously-in-love bubble that nothing could break through.

Maybe that was why you and Lando finished P4 and P5, each of you one place away from a repeat of Bahrain. It obviously wasn’t your best finishes you two have ever had, but it was good enough for there to be a celebration afterwards. The drivers you and Lando were closest to also finished high in the points, and before you knew it, you had agreed to attending the after-party happening in a few hours at the nearest club.

You put on some makeup, fixed your hair, changed into a beautiful outfit, and stuffed your purse with your essentials before you got a text from Lando telling you that he was outside. You insisted that you could drive yourself and he didn’t need to pick you up, but Lando persisted, saying that it was stupid to bring two cars incase you weren’t fit to drive at the end of the night, and had to leave your very expensive car on the street all night.

“You look gorgeous, it almost makes up for the ridiculous amount of time I’ve spent waiting here for you” Lando says with a smirk as you open the door to his car.

You roll your eyes through your blush. “It wasn’t that long. Besides, my room’s on a high floor, it was the elevator’s fault.” You reason, clicking your seatbelt into place before Lando pulls out of the hotel parking lot and onto the streets.

“Yeah sure, blame the machinery because it’s never your fault you’re late”

“It’s not!” You insist with a laugh. He hums sarcastically in response, turning on the radio and letting it fill the comfortable silence

The streets in front of the club are lined with dozens of high-end cars, so you and Lando are forced to park nearly a block away from the entrance. The bouncer lets the two of you in without hesitation, and even from outside, you can hear the bass from the speakers inside.

The interior is exactly how you expected it to be, colorful strobe lights from overhead, music that you have to shout to hear someone over, and a dance floor that’s packed to the brim with celebrities, drivers, and everyone in between.

You and Lando claim the nearest booth to the exit, and he leans in close enough to be audible. “I’m going to get us a few drinks, try and see if you can find a few people” You nod, and the two of you go off in different directions.

You manage to locate Alex, Lily, George, and Carmen in a booth together and after a few very loud greetings, manage your way through the mob again to find Lando and lead him back to your friends. You all start talking and laughing, placing bets on which drivers are going home with a mystery girl, which ones are going to get black-out drunk, and which ones are going to show off their embarrassingly bad drunk dance moves in front of everyone.

Drinks and shots get handed out, a few more drivers join your table, and soon enough, you and your group are somewhere between tipsy and drunk and are moving onto the already-packed dance floor. Lando moved up to the DJ, telling you he’d be back to dance soon, and left you with your fellow drivers and their girlfriends.

You spend a few hours dancing with the girls, giggling through your drinks, and wandering around the club in search for more friends. At the point where your vision starts to got a bit blurry and the music is making your head hurt, you feel a hand on your shoulder and a familiar voice in your ear.

“Hey stranger!” Lando shouts, turning you around to face him.

“Lando!” You call out loudly, wrapping your arms around him in a hug. “Missed you” Alcohol made you a bit affectionate.

“Only been gone an hour and a half, love” Even though you can’t see his face and you’re not at your sharpest, you know he’s got a dumb smirk on his face.

“Missed you too, though” He says, taking the drink out of your hand and taking a sip before wrapping his hands around your waist.

“Are you here to dance with me?” You pull back, looking into his eyes. His pupils aren’t dilated, so you know he’s sober and the designated driver for the night.

“Wouldn’t want to do anything else” Even though everyone else around you is dancing at a fast, eager pace, you and Lando keep your arms wrapped around each other, bodies swaying softly, heads laying on each other’s shoulders.

Even with the flashing lights and booming music, you probably could’ve drowsed off on your best friends shoulder. You don’t realize how much time has passed but at some point, Lando taps your arm and pulls away from you.

“Time to go home, I think” He says, placing his hands on your shoulders to get you to focus on him.

“You think?” You reply, both drowsy and a little drunk.

“I think so. I’m gonna see if anyone else needs a ride and say goodbye, then we’ll leave, okay?” Lando tells you, intertwining your hands together before leading you further onto the dancefloor.

The Brit finds the other drivers and does what he said before handing you your purse and guiding you out of the club, hands still held together. Your best friend hands you his jacket to wear and places his arm around your waist as the two of you walk back to the car.

You know that Lando will get you back to your hotel and to your room where he’ll take your heels off for you. You know he’ll place a glass of water and a few Aspirins’ on a nightstand for you and lay down underneath the duvet with you because he’s too tired to drive back to his own hotel.

You’ll know you two will fall asleep almost immediately, and wake up closer than you were laying last night. You know Lando will not mind doing any of this, will actually like it, because you don’t let him take care of you as much as he’d like.

You know all of these things and a lot of other stuff too, you just don’t know that the person you did it all with is the person you’re in love with, or that he’s in love with you too.

+ 1

Lando always appreciated the summer break after half a season of racing, but there was something special about this one that made him wish it would never end.

You, Lando, and a group of your mutual friends planned a week-long trip to an island in the Caribbean as ‘one last hurrah’ before you two had to fly to Zandervort for the second half of the season. It was your fourth day on the island, and even though every moment since you arrived has been filled with some sort of fun and exciting adventure, this was already your favorite day of the trip.

You and Lando had connecting rooms, ‘a complete coincidence’ as your friends had put it, and this morning, you two decided to take advantage of it and make breakfast together. You weren’t supposed to meet with the others until a few more hours, and you loved cooking with Lando, so shortly after you woke up you made the short journey into his room.

“Morning,” your best friend greeted you, clad in black sweats and an old T-shirt you’ve seen millions of times. “I bought pancake mix from the store in the lobby, but we can run out and get something else if you like?”

“No, it’s okay,” you insist, “pancakes are fine. Besides, I know you make the best ones.”

“I know, you must be so jealous” Lando smirks, grabbing a mixing bowl and pan from the hotel’s kitchenette cabinet.

“Totally. So what’s on our agenda today?” You say, moving around him to take ingredients from the fridge.

“Not much, actually. I think we’re just going to the beach and walk around the town a bit” You nod as you grab your phone and click on the shared playlist between yourself and Lando.

You let the music fill the comfortable silence as the two of you move around the small kitchen. It’s a beautiful and all-too domestic scene; the morning sun streaming through the windows, the soft music in the background, the way you both seamlessly know your way around the kitchen, how easy it was to work around each other. They’re the facts your mind notices too quickly, and it’s hard to stop your brain from thinking about a future where things could be like this everyday.

Within a few minutes, you each had a reasonably-sized stack of pancakes that you brought outside onto the balcony with you. You settle into the adjacent chairs that look out to the waves crashing onto the beach and deep blue ocean. It’s still early; this part of the island isn’t awake yet, and it’s easy to relax in the still quiet.

While you shooed away the image of the future like this, Lando welcomed it with open arms. He thought how effortless it would be to make a scene like this; a hotel room, an apartment in Monaco, a house in the UK, Lando would take either and all of them. As long as you came with it.

His mouth speaking before his brain can control it. “I wish it was like this forever” He blurts out.

“You don’t want to go back to racing?” You look over at him, eyebrows furrowed. He doesn’t look back at you, keeps his eyes on the view in front of him instead.

“No, I do. I mean-” Lando pauses, thinks it over. He gets up from his chair to lean on the railing, his back facing you. This could ruin everything, he thinks. If he says it, he can’t go back, and nothing will be the same again.

He stops thinking.

“I mean with you. I honestly don’t care where we are; racing, on an island, whatever. We could be on another planet for all I care. As long as it’s just you and me, I think I could handle it” He finishes, feeling your presence next to him a few moments later, your shoulders brushing.

“Really?” You ask, eyes widened. You would’ve never thought he felt the same.

“Really. I’ve always felt that way” Then he’s looking you in that way, the way everyone’s been trying to explain to you for a while.

You don’t second-guess yourself when you put your hands around his face and press your lips onto his, and especially not when he starts moving his lips against yours. He wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you closer to him, and you don’t think you’d be mad if this was your forever.

You two finally pull away from each other, and even though the waves on the beach are still the same waves and the ocean is still the same deep blue, you think that everything changed just a little bit.

You’re still so close you could probably count his eyelashes if you wanted to, and you smile.

“I love you”

His smile mirrors yours the second after he hears it. “I love you too”

You two don’t really have to tell people; everyone figures it out within the first five minutes of being around both of you. Everyone teases you relentlessly, but internally, they’re just glad the two of you finally saw what’s been there all along.

i think this is really bad, so if u see it one moment and then don’t the next, it’s because I deleted it. i also never really know how to end these. anyways, a lando fic to make up for the time i’ve been gone. sorry about that btw, i got major imposter syndrome and the lack of f1 content makes for a lack of motivation. this is also my first ln4 fic, and i have no idea what to expect from it. hope u enjoyed tho 🫶

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sbdskate · 3 months

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Pencils Down (18+) - Daniel Ricciardo x lawyer!fem!reader

Pairing: Daniel Ricciardo x fem!lawyer!reader

Summary: At the end of the 2022 F1 season, Daniel Ricciardo finalizes his legal affairs by signing as a reserve driver with Red Bull. The tempting young associate who’s handled the negotiations is no longer off limits.

Warnings (18+): language, *smut (!!!), dry humping, oral (f receiving), fingering, NSFW

Word Count: 2,957

A/N: Surprise! This is an alternate Laws Of Attraction scene that I turned into a one shot. Initially, I had written the hook up to happen immediately after the contract signing, but realized it disrupted the flow of the story. That being said, I still want it to see the light of day. If you're new here: (1) welcome! (2) if you liked it and want the full story, you can find it here. Again, new to smut writing so feedback is always welcome and appreciated. Thank you!

Daniel Ricciardo had finally signed with Red Bull as a reserve driver. After a tumultuous 2022 season filled with lots of lows, you had been the one shiny bright spot as he navigated what his future might look like in the sport. Everybody seemed to have an opinion and something to say, though rarely to his face – how many times had he read in the press that he was “washed up” or that “his career is over” if he didn’t get a primary seat on the grid. But you’d listened to him and supported him as you traversed the fallout with McLaren’s termination and braved negotiations with other teams. Granted, as his lawyer it was your job to act as his fiduciary so he shouldn’t have read as much into it as he did. But from Belgium to Abu Dhabi, he shared his hopes and dreams with you for now and for the future and you received his words with care and without judgment.

Stress, despair, and proximity created the ultimate concoction that laminated the bond between attorney and client. The more time you spent together, the more you learned about each other, and the harder it was to keep personal feelings from muddling the professional relationship. He watched as you navigated worlds surrounded by men, both in Daniel’s field and yours, and he admired your wit, intellect and steadfast determination in the face of being constantly undermined and underestimated. And you, ever the skeptic and cautious to a fault, couldn’t help but succumb to the charm of the handsome driver even when he was at his worst.

Which brought you to the hallway of Red Bull hospitality, the ink from his signature still wet on the new contract for the 2023 season. The other lawyers and representatives had cleared out, leaving the two of you to contemplate whether the little touches and prolonged glances over the last three months were more than they seemed.

“So that’s it?”

“Yeah.”

“Pencils down.”

“Yep.”

“I’m not your client anymore.”

“Correct, I no longer represent you.”

“Now what?”

The irony of the situation was not lost on either of you. After months of buildup and counting down the seconds until the end of your attorney-client representation, you were stuck in a country that criminalized PDA and the cohabitation of unmarried couples. He was scheduled to go back to Perth and you back to the New York office of your law firm tomorrow. You hadn’t allowed your daydreams to get this far and you were stumped.

“I don’t know.” The universe was cruel and unforgiving. You checked your surroundings and bit your lip in frustration.

“Follow me,” he whispered. “I know a place.”

You followed the driver a pace or two behind in silence as you tracked the maze of Red Bull hospitality, cutting through the kitchen, hallways and corridors, until you reached Max’s driver’s room. He closed the door and locked it behind you. He grabbed your hands.

“Tell me you don’t want this. And I’ll leave you alone. You’ll never have to see me again.” His voice was low and gruff, in a way you had never heard before. He squeezed your hands, eyes pleading, trying to convey more than he could put into words in the moment.

You shook your head in disbelief that somehow that was the conclusion he had come to. You cupped his face with your hand, thumb rubbing along his stubbled jaw line. Your voice was soft, barely able to get the words out.

“I want this. I want you. Please.”

You didn’t have to say it twice. His lips crashed into yours in a passionate kiss that almost knocked you off your feet. Months of pent-up sexual tension and mutual curiosity were released in an instant. Your hands roamed each other’s bodies, too many places to explore to stay in one place. Your hands finally found a home in his soft, beautiful curls while his hand firmly held the base of your neck. His other hand rubbed circles around your lower back, cautiously moving downwards. You smiled into the kiss and moved his hand to your bottom, granting permission to proceed.

Having the green light, he moved his other hand down to grab a handful of your ass and picked you up. Instinctively, you wrapped your legs around him as he pushed you up against the wall. The hem of your pencil skirt scrunched up at your waist. The thin fabric of your underwear and the bulge of his pants caused friction against your sensitive clit, and you wiggled your hips to get more from the sensation. You kissed him back with ferocity in an attempt to stifle the moans you desperately wanted to scream out, especially as you felt him harden from the contact. You pouted when he pulled away, only for his lips to land on the sensitive spot on your neck. You threw your head back and closed your eyes, unfortunately with too much gusto causing a loud *thud* when your head hit the wall. He immediately stopped.

“Are you ok?” His concern was immediately replaced by giggles when he saw you laughing. “Shhhh we still need to be quiet.”

“I know, I know,” you said between fits of laughter. “It’s just – are we crazy? We’re in a glorified closet with paper thin walls.” You paused, your laughter slowing. “Maybe this isn’t a good idea,” you said with a sympathetic smile. He gave you a chaste kiss.

“If it were up to me,” Your eyes rolled back as his lips met the column of your neck again. “I’d wine and dine you so hard,” *peck* “maybe somewhere in Monaco,” *peck* “and then take you home and fuck you on the balcony.” You were practically drooling by the time he pulled away to look at you. “This is nowhere close to being good enough for what you deserve. We can stop whenever you want.”

You looked at him, dazed. His warm chestnut brown eyes were so earnest, but it was hard to keep your head straight with him still firmly pressed against you. You absentmindedly wiggled again but he steadied your hips with his fingers. He pressed his forehead to yours.

“I need you to use your words. Do you want to stop?” You frowned.

“No,” you paused. “But I don’t know if I want to continue here.”

“There’s always tonight.” Skeptical, you raised an eyebrow.

“Go on?”

“Well, I can come to your room once all the festivities are over and everyone goes to bed. If you’ll have me, of course.” You swooned.

“Don’t be ridiculous, I already told you I want you. It’s risky though, no?”

“I mean yeah, a little. But …” he grabbed your wrists and pinned them besides your head. “…trying not to get caught is half the fun.” His hot breath tickled your face. All sense of logic and reason went out the window. As a lawyer, this whole situation went against your very nature of rule following.

“Oh,” was all you could croak out.

“Can I do something for you before we go outside?”

“Please,” you begged, eliciting a wicked smirk from him. It dawned on you that he enjoyed seeing you frazzled. But you enjoyed it too. Considering how intense your job was, the mental reprieve was just as thrilling as his touch.

Peeling you from the wall, he continued to hold you until he sat down on the massage table so that you were straddling him. Free from you prior constraints, you rolled your hips over his hardened bulge as you made out. His hands moved from your ass to unbutton your shirt partially, just enough to expose your breasts. He moved a hand to cup one, gently rolling a thumb over your unlined bra where your nipple lay beneath. He separated from the kiss to make his way south, not missing the opportunity to take you in.

“Holy shit,” he breathed. He remembered when you burst into his own room just a few weeks ago to apologize for abandoning him in Austin. Flushed rosy cheeks, messy hair, clothes disheveled, panting - as you were now. He loved how easily he could make you come undone and that only he could ever see you this way. He raised his hips to meet yours when his mouth finally landed on your neck again. You leaned forward and gently bit his shoulder to suppress the noises that threatened to spill from your lips as you bucked your hips. Not trusting your ability to stay quiet, you began leaving a trail of kisses starting at his jaw and down his neck. He stopped you part way down his chest when he realized what you were doing, grabbing your hips roughly. You looked up at him innocently.

“What’s wrong?”

“Don’t.”

“I want to make you feel good.”

“You already make me feel good. This is about you.” He hoisted you back up on his lap, positioning so he could pick you up again. You let out a small yelp at the sudden movement, only for him to place you back down on the massage table. He leaned down to give you a kiss on your forehead before spreading your legs and kneeling in front of you. If you weren’t blushing before, your face was now beet-red. His hands lightly caressed the length of your leg, starting at your ankles and slowly making their way up your thighs. Your toes curled in your heels in anticipation.

You took a sharp inhale as he leaned in to leave a trail kisses up your inner thigh. You held your breath when he stopped at your panty-line, his hands playing with the sides of your thong. He looked up at you intently.

“Do you want me to keep going?” Eyes wide, you aggressively nodded and he chuckled at your eagerness. He drew little patterns over and around you, but purposefully just shy of your clit. You bit your bottom lip in frustration, the teasing becoming unbearable. He lightly dragged a finger over the center of your underwear, feeling your wetness through the fabric. As cool, calm, and collected as he looked to you, he too was quite literally bursting at the seams. His hardened cock strained against his pants seeking release. He wished he could fuck you right then and there, but understood the obvious risks you so pointedly observed.

Your legs trembled as he slowly pulled the fabric down. You wanted to scream feeling his hot breath over your entrance. You slapped a hand over your mouth when he closed the gap. He drew little circles around your bundle of nerves with his tongue before he switched to flicking. Your free hand found its way to his curls again, grasping for anything to keep you grounded as you felt like you would float away. Looking up from between your thighs, he saw the rise and fall of your chest and your bra peeking through your shirt. He unwrapped an arm to bring a finger to your folds, pausing to gauge your reaction.

You subconsciously bucked your hips, desperate for more contact. Accepting the sign, he inserted a finger, then two as he continued to lap at your clit. You arched your back in response to the dual sensations, doing your best to focus on your breathing. You wanted to shout his name to the world, to let everyone know that he was yours and you were his. Every obscenity known to man was on the tip of your tongue, but you held it in. His hands and mouth fell into a comfortable rhythm as your hand found a place in his hair again, running fingers through soft ringlets. Your core tensed, pressure pooling in your lower abdomen. He sensed you were close as you subconsciously squeezed your thighs around his head, encouraging him to keep going. He wished he could stay there forever. He looked up again a few moments later to see your eyes squeezed shut and your whole body convulsing around him as you reached your climax. He’d never seen a more beautiful sight.

You melted into the table as you came down from your high. You gave him a small pat on the head to indicate that you had finished, though your limp body was evidence enough to him. He smiled as he pulled away, giving a small kiss on your inner thigh before sucking his fingers that had been inside you moments ago. You lazily glanced at him slack-jawed. You still weren’t sure whether this was all just a fever dream. He began to wipe his mouth but you grabbed his shirt to stop him.

“No,” you mumbled. You haphazardly pulled on the shirt in your hands to encourage him to meet your lips and he happily obliged. “I want to taste myself,” you said under your breath just as the gap closed.

He wasn’t exactly sure what he had done to deserve such praise but was thankful nonetheless. You felt another wave of pleasure pulse through you as you tasted your own salty essence on your tongue. You began palming him over his pants, moving to unbuckle his belt when he stopped you. Sometimes he even surprised himself with the amount of self-control he had. But he knew it was only because if things progressed, the little he had left would dissolve into oblivion. He would happily go to jail for you, but he was not worried about getting caught himself. The repercussions for you would be detrimental in more ways than one and he wasn’t sure his celebrity would be enough to shelter you from reprimand.

“Nooooo,” you whined as he peeled your hand from his crotch. He gave it a kiss before returning it to your side.

“Not here. Later, I promise.” His cock was pulsating, he tried to think of the Bills, Zak Brown, or literally anything else to take his mind away from the vision in front of him. You moved your hand down to play with yourself, but he grabbed it again. Your lower lip jutted, and you spread your legs wider for him. He was pretty sure he would give you almost anything you asked for with the eyes you gave him. Almost.

“Why?”

“Because we’ll get caught.”

“If I go to jail, I go to jail.” He laughed.

“That’s not what you said earlier. Plus -” he gave you a peck on the cheek. “I can’t fuck you if you’re in jail.” He had a point. You closed your legs, finally conceding.

“Fine. But I’m not happy about it.” Taking your hand again, he helped you to your feet. He knelt before you to pull your panties up, unnecessarily taking his time. He didn’t miss the opportunity to kiss your hips and gave your butt a light tap to close out the encounter. He straightened your skirt, taking care to smooth out as many wrinkles as he could. You bit your bottom lip, your heart felt so full with how delicately he handled you but you also ached for him to rip off the clothes he just took great care putting on.

“You’re being awfully needy.” He continued to dress you as you complained, buttoning your shirt back up.

“What can I say? I’m a strong, independent, needy woman.” He bit back his laugh. He didn’t need you to know this hurt him as much as it pained you.

You pulled him in for a kiss again, though it only lasted a second before he practically pushed you away. You frowned and were about to ask his what was wrong, but looked down and quickly realized his conundrum. You were reminded of one of the few benefits of being a woman: the ability to hide arousal in public.

“Oh – oh shit. I can help…?” You gently touched his chest and began kneeling but he placed your hand back at your side and encouraged you to stand upright.

“Nope. No. I just have to… think of something else for a bit.” You looked at him intently but he was very focused on the ceiling. You didn’t want to make him feel bad, so you pursed your lips together to hold back your laughter.

“Ok. Well, um, I’ll see you later then.” He shut his eyes hard when you went to give him a kiss on the cheek. “Oh fuck, I’m sorry,” you said again, realizing you were not helping the situation. “I’m just - going to go.” You turned around and bent over to pick up your work bag, which incidentally prominently displayed the curves of your rear.

“Oh my God, please just get out.” You immediately stood up straight to find him covering his eyes with his hands.

“I know, I’m sorry!” You walked backwards to the door to avoid any further accidental temptation. “This was fun, I’ll see you later,” you said with a giant smile.

Not removing one of the hands from his face, he waved with the other one. “Just be careful on your way out. But please, for the sake of both of us, you need to leave,” he said with a smile.

“I know, I know, I’m leaving. Byeeee,” you whispered as you shut the door.

You quickly checked your surroundings and made a b-line for the bathroom where you finally had a moment to process what just happened. You looked at your reflection. Your heartbeat had finally returned to normal, but your cheeks were still a little flushed from the encounter. Otherwise, you pulled your slightly tangled hair back in a bun – no one would be none the wiser.

You didn’t look much different, but your sense of reality had been permanently altered.

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NOT IF IT'S YOU— PART TWO.

GENRE University AU, Slow Burn, Strangers to Lovers, Romance, Angst, Smut, Fluff

PAIRING Nerd!Heeseung x f!Reader

WARNINGS 18+ ONLY MDNI, Jealousy, Cursing, Making out, Arguing, Anxiety, Depression, Flirting, Mentions of food, Brief violence, Brief mention of alcohol, Brief mention of somnophilia, Crying (all sorts), Degradation, Breast worship, Multiple Orgasms, Squirting, Coming untouched, Heavy spit play, Light BDSM, Edging, Spanking, Oral Sex, Unprotected Sex, Cream Pie, Hair pulling, Dry humping, Praise kink, First-time blow job, Ball sucking, Fingering, Cum eating, Ear licking, Biting, Public Sex, Light bondage, Dom!Heeseung, Brattysub!FemMC, Sub!Heeseung, Softdom!FemMC, Other OC’s

WORD COUNT 29k (Fic Total)

SUMMARY Befriending a nerd who wants nothing to do with you in a coding class you want absolutely nothing to do with becomes the challenge of the semester— and you’re determined to ace that shit no matter what.

AUTHOR’S NOTE See end for author’s note cont.

Masterlist, Part One

Jake was nice enough to take care of closing the cafe so you and Heeseung could slip away undetected. You didn’t want to risk lingering in the area at the nearest bus stop, so you called an Uber to his place instead. The ride to Heeseung’s apartment was silent, and you stared out the window the entirety of the time, running back what had just happened in your head. Part of you wished you had interfered and repaid his ex tenfold for that slap, but you knew it wasn’t your place.

It wasn’t until Heeseung uncurled your tight fist and laced his fingers through yours that you realized the amount of tension whirring throughout your body and the unspoken affection in his touch.

What— what is he doing?

You’d be lying if you said you weren’t surprised he recently broke up with someone. It had been several months since you’d broken up with your ex, so you understood the stage that he was currently in, but everyone experienced things differently. Despite how he cut her off back at the cafe, were there any residual feelings he kept hidden for her? It had only been just over three months, after all, and who knew how long they were together for.

But it’s not like you two were together in the first place, so why did it matter so much to you?

You willed yourself to stay calm.

“I feel like I owe you an explanation,” Heeseung said suddenly.

“You don’t.”

“As your friend, I do.”

Friend, You glanced at your intertwined hands.

Silence followed.

It turns out there were more things to talk about than you both wanted to.

The Uber came to a stop, and you were about to untangle your hand from Heeseung’s until he opened the door and tugged you out his side. The building's unassuming facade was a blur as he bypassed the lobby elevators and took you up flights of stairs in a rush, presumably to avoid any awkward moments of silence with you at all costs. Plus, it must’ve given him a reason to hold on tight to you, and you let him.

You’re not slick, Heeseung… then again, neither am I.

By the time you arrived at his apartment, you were panting slightly and most definitely envious that Heeseung didn’t seem the slightest bit affected by scaling those stairs. He slowed down once he realized he’d been rushing you, and you were grateful.

“Sorry. Come in,” He finally let go of your hand and shut the door behind you. His touch left your hand tingling.

The lights flickered on to reveal a cozy kitchenette and quaint living room; the whole apartment smelled just like warm sugar, and you felt slightly more at ease despite the tension in the air.

You thought Heeseung was going to get straight to the point, but instead, he turned to you, “Are you hungry? Can I get you anything to drink?”

He always took care of you in that manner.

“I’m actually not even that hungry,” You admitted, propping your backpack up against the wall.

“Same. Well, let me make us some tea, at least. Oh, but you had tea already,” Heeseung paused, “If you’d like to wash up in the meantime, I can lend you some clothes. I know it’s been a long day, and it’s pretty late. You can stay the night if you’d like.”

Your heart rate picked up, “Stay the night?”

“Only if you want to. If not, I’ll accompany you home in an Uber when you leave, I don’t trust ridesharing services at later hours.”

Now it went from just having dinner to staying the night.

Heeseung’s a man, and you would’ve been able to spot his agenda from a mile away, but his intentions weren’t what stumped you. He could be flirty when he wanted to be, but he wasn’t single-minded or disrespectful, so you knew he wouldn’t try anything without your permission.

It was the fact that he was proposing it in the first place, despite everything that had just happened.

“Um,” You took in the room as if in thought, eyes eventually landing back on him.

Heeseung straightened up and patiently inclined his chin; he didn’t appear overly eager or aloof as he waited for your answer. Rather, his expression appeared sensitive, as though he was still reeling from the past hour.

Perhaps he actually did want your company for comfort.

“I should probably stay since it’s getting late,” You decided.

I guess we’ll have a friendly sleepover.

His eyes softened, “Alright, you‘ve got my room to yourself. Let’s get you some clothes.”

You tentatively followed Heeseung into his bedroom, feeling extremely out of place. Still, you figured this would be an interesting experience.

Unbeknownst to Heeseung, you covered up a giggle when you spotted a shelf collection of elegantly displayed wands.

Really, he didn’t have a whole lot of stuff except for piles of comics scattered about, a fairly high-tech-looking workspace— which was to be expected— and a vintage record player with a vinyl collection you’d love to peruse some time… that is, if he ever invited you back. You rubbed your arm and tried not to focus on the dwindling time you had left with Heeseung.

It was actually the size of his bed that took you by surprise— it was modern and large, even roomier than yours.

The thought of him sharing it with someone annoyed you to no end, for some reason.

While you took a gander about his room, Heeseung gathered several items of clothing from his drawers, all were either a dark wash of black or gray, save for a fluffy white pair of socks with a tag on them.

“Here's a bag for your laundry, and these are some sweatpants that don’t fit me anymore, but they’re adjustable. Also, there’s a shirt; the fuzzy socks I never wore. They were a secret Santa gift I got from Jake last year. I’ll shower after you. No rush.”

“Thanks,” you took the pile of clothes and slowly stepped backwards into the bathroom.

“Okay,” Heeseung left around the corner immediately, making you laugh despite the heaviness that weighed down your heart.

There was no way three months ago you could’ve predicted you’d be at Heeseung’s place under such shitty circumstances, but being able to advantage of his hot water made things slightly better in that moment… slightly.

As the hot water soaked into your hair, you reached for the only bottle of product on the edge of the tub and glanced at the label. God, he would use a three-in-one shower product, but at least it was a nice lavender scent.

Excitement nearly overtook you when you realized it was the lavender scent.

While you lathered down with it, suddenly, the titillating image of a damp-haired Heeseung flashed behind your eyes.

You imagined him pulling you back against his bare chest and spreading the creamy pastel purple substance all over your breasts from behind, massaging it into your skin until bubbles spilled over his thick fingers and down your ribs.

Suddenly you felt dizzy, your nipples hardening at the intrusive thought.

It was more than easy to picture him pressing you up against the damp tile walls and running his hands across all your sweet spots, especially dipping his fingers between your legs to draw lazy circles there, taking his time with you like you knew he would.

Ah, the hallucinations are already starting. Great.

Definitely helped with ensuring you felt mentally stable before talking to Heeseung about his deep past and trying to figure out your feelings towards one another.

Maybe you should eat something or at least ask if he had some alcohol stashed away somewhere.

Having nearly lost track of time, you rinsed fast and shut off the water. Taking care not to slip, you emerged from the lavender-scented steam and quickly dried off over the soft bathroom mat.

It dawned on you that you had no extra underwear. You stared at your plastic bag of dirty clothes that you kicked under Heeseung’s sink for the time being.

Well, you’d just have to make this work.

You rolled the cuffs and waistband of Heeseung’s grey sweatpants as much as you could without it looking dumb and then slipped his dark-wash long-sleeve over your head. Lastly, you ripped off the tag on the fuzzy socks and tugged them on, taking a last look at yourself through the foggy mirror.

Felt kinda airy down there, but at least you were clean and comfy. It wasn’t much different from the clothes you threw on while at home.

You gave your soaked hair strands another good squeeze before hanging up your towel and heading into the living room to let Heeseung know you were finished.

Just by the rich aroma in the air, you could tell right away he had cooked something. His eyes grew slightly when he saw you, and he had just transferred ramen into a bowl, by the looks of it.

Secretly your mouth watered, and you almost felt guilty that you’d just fantasized about this sweet boy in his own shower not a moment ago.

“Sorry, it’s nothing special, but I made something for you anyway. Still, don’t feel obligated to eat it, just know that it wasn’t my ideal first meal to make for you,” Heeseung set it on the counter with a set of utensils, a glass of water, and all the while, he’d hardly blinked since laying eyes on you.

You shuffled forward and pulled up a stool, “Actually, I was getting hungry all of a sudden, and you read my mind. Thanks.”

Heeseung seemed to find your appearance enthralling because he failed to answer in a timely manner, “Sure, I’ll be quick.”

He left the room, and despite feeling incredibly self-conscious, you devoured that bowl of steaming ramen. Something about eating it late at night just made it ten times tastier, especially after such a bizarre day. It warmed you up for the time being until you set down your utensils and downed your water. With a full belly, you stood up and did your due diligence by giving the dishes a good scrub over the sink and leaving them out to dry on the rack.

Exhaustion was quick to hit you like a truck, and the temperature suddenly dropped in the room, a chill running across your skin. The anxiety of speaking with Heeseung must’ve settled in your bones.

I probably should’ve asked for a hoodie or something. Also, putting off our inevitable conversation isn’t helping my restlessness either.

Cautiously, you padded into his room and stood in the doorway, considering if you should look in his closet for a jacket. It wasn’t ideal for you to trespass and sift though his things, though.

With chattering teeth, you surveyed the thick duvet and inviting pillows on his bed. The sound of the shower running was still audible, so you hastily slid under the soft sheets and curled up onto your side with a shiver. It was so much warmer underneath, and the sheets smelled nice like he’d just washed them.

If he asks, I’ll just tell him I was about to freeze to death and I didn’t want to rummage through his belongings.

Feeling a tiredness wash over you from the day, you pulled the duvet up to your chin and momentarily closed your eyes.

Behind your eyelids, you somehow noticed the lights turning off and slowly awoke from your nap. You fought to stay awake and laid eyes on Heeseung’s back illuminated by moonlight, just before he passed through the doorway into the living room.

“Heeseung…” You called out groggily, “Wait, we need to talk….”

Heeseung looked over his shoulder, “You looked so peaceful, I didn’t want to wake you up.”

“I’m awake,” You insisted, despite the heaviness weighing your eyelids down.

“Mhm. I’m glad you made yourself comfortable,” He teased, approaching you with his hands in his pockets.

“You left me no choice, I was cold….”

As you gradually sat up in bed, Heeseung clicked on the bedside lamp and took a seat on the edge. You noted his unexpected appearance; he wore black sweatpants and a vintage, dark gray long-sleeve with some sort of gothic script writing across it that you couldn’t make out in the dim lighting. His hair was damp and messy compared to the tame way he always wore it in class. The guy would look this good right out of the shower.

You bit your lip as you were reminded of your fantasy of him but nearly jumped when Heeseung slid the tips of his fingers over yours, “You’re warm now.”

“Geez— you’re not,” His skin felt like ice. He had to have taken a cold shower.

Heeseung was quick to retract them and lean back on his palms with a smirk, “Thought it’d wake you up.”

“It did,” Mindlessly, your hand inched across the sheets and slid under his own just to feel him again.

For several seconds, all you could hear was your heartbeat, and you tried to interpret the restraint behind his gaze.

Heeseung broke the silence, “Are we gonna talk?”

“Yeah,” You nodded.

“Okay. We can start wherever you’d like,” Heeseung slowly withdrew his hand.

You blinked, then sat back against the headboard. You looked up at the ceiling in thought but still felt his eyes on you. “Hm…”

Just treat it like a sleepover night, like you’re interviewing and asking your best friend to spill their darkest deepest secrets when you just can’t sleep.

“So, how long were you together with your ex?” You supposed you didn’t want to beat around the bush if he was willing to share.

Heeseung glanced at the carpet, “I broke up with my ex at the beginning of the semester, but we've been together for about five years. I was a little younger than I should’ve been when we first started dating in high school, but we’ve known each other since we were kids. Back then, I thought things would end up alright between us.”

Your stomach dropped at the connotation of their relationship, and the distaste you felt towards his ex only grew.

“What exactly happened that led you to break up with her?”

He leaned onto his knees and folded his hands together, “She was also my manager at my old serving job— her family owns this restaurant group. I… caught her in the back with a new hire. It pushed me over the edge, but I had to keep my job for a few weeks to make rent. I eventually quit since things were already building up to it.”

“That’s… awful. I’m so sorry.”

“After knowing her for so long, I think I saw it coming from her, but it still shocked me. As you can tell, she’s not someone who makes it easy for you to go against her wishes, but I’ve made things very clear with her.”

“Yeah,” You pursed your lips, “Was she always this way?”

“No, actually. She changed at some point when we got older. I cared for her when we were younger, but I can’t remember the exact moment when I stopped loving her. I think I only stayed because I was afraid, and she was all I knew.”

He loved her at one point.

You had no words to comfort an inevitable heartbreak like that.

“I think I understand where you’re coming from. My ex cheated on me at the start of the year,” You could hardly believe the words that were coming out of your mouth, but somehow found the courage to continue.

Heeseung’s head shot up, “You?”

“I like to think I was just too much for him to handle, but who knows what really drives people to hurt their supposed loved ones like that. I really figured he’d be my first and last… maybe if I were in a video game or something. Left me depressed for a few months, but I’m better off these days,” You gave him a sad smile and pulled up your knees to wrap your arms around them.

“I didn’t know…” Heeseung’s words faded.

You picked at the comforter. “Just another peek past the facade. I only brought that up because, well, you’re not alone.”

When the room fell silent, you glanced up at him only to find his pained eyes that stirred up emotion in you.

“How do you feel now?”

You paused at the question, really turned it around in your head. He forced you to look inside of yourself, past depths of stagnant emotions you had no desire to uncover or acknowledge, but he gave you no choice.

Tears pricked at your eyes, and you pressed them shut with a shake of your head.

Why so suddenly? Why am I feeling everything again now?

You felt his knuckles brush across your cheek. Heeseung took his time swiping away the tears that kept falling with his thumbs, and when you opened your eyes again, his own were glassed over, but he didn’t turn away from you.

“Oh. No, no, don’t—“ Absolutely flustered, you drew up on your knees and pressed your sleeves over his eyes to soak up his tears. You were terrible at comforting emotionally distressed people, let alone yourself.

Is this boy really crying for me?

You were unable to help from chuckling weakly as you watched his sweet little lips tremble, “I’ve already cried so many pitiful tears for myself, it’s not even worth it, Heeseung. Trust me.”

Finally, you drew your soaked sleeves away from his bleary eyes and cupped his flushed cheeks in your hands, “Trust me, sweetheart.”

He nodded and gently set your hands down on the sheets but held onto them. This all was definitely cathartic for you both.

“It’s okay to feel the way we do,” Heeseung regained himself, “It’s just— I don’t want you to feel like I’m using you to fill the void, that period of emptiness people usually experience— that I experienced. I’m not. I sat alone in it for weeks after everything happened and came to terms with it.”

Nodding, you listened to his words, shocked at how much of his heart he was bearing to you.

“___, I care about you. Do you understand that?”

After countless times he’s proven that to you, you acknowledged his words, “I do.”

“Good,” Heeseung’s torn expression eased into something more fond when he regarded you, “Because I was grateful for you and your consistent requests for help, and I tried to repay you in the only manner I was able to at the time. In a way, you distracted me a bit from everything going on in that part of my life.

At the start, I threw myself into my studies, but it’s true that I also took advantage of the chance to be near someone, to be needed, even if just for a class period.”

Both his words and soft gaze disarmed you— slowly, every insecure thought you had about how he felt toward you diminished.

“You know, your persistence really threw me off, but I was adamant about keeping some distance between us. I wasn’t trying to hop from one relationship to another and cling to someone— I needed time too… Turns out the time I needed was shorter than I thought once you came along.”

A small smile pulled at your lips, “Are you saying I knocked some sense into you?”

“Yes,” He admitted, “Knowing that I hurt you when you were just trying to get to know me made me realize I’d taken things too far. That I didn’t need to push people away anymore.”

A newfound admiration bloomed in your chest for Heeseung.

“You made up for it, though.”

“Have I? I feel like I’m still working on making it up to you.”

Heeseung has been generous with me ever since I met him, regardless of how private he had been. Even during our rockiest moments— even now.

You looked down, “Don’t feel like you have to keep making up anything to me, because you don’t.”

He brushed a damp strand of hair away from your eyes.

“I could say the same for you. Sometimes we do things not because they need to be done, but because we want to.”

Heeseung quietly watched surprise take hold of your features.

Unable to hold yourself back any longer, you threw yourself on him and wrapped your arms around his neck in the biggest hug you swore you’d ever given. Your heart was beating out of your chest, but you squeezed him hard just to let him know how much you cared and were astonished when he drew you against him even closer.

“Thank you,” He whispered in your ear.

Your eyes fluttered open, realizing your lashes were damp with secret tears. “Anytime,” you breathed.

Heeseung chuckled against your neck, and you refused to move, so he drew you under the sheets with him. Instead, you relaxed into his embrace fully, letting his peaceful, lavender scent encompass you for the whole night.

The first emotion you experienced upon waking was frustration; you were pulled from the kind of dream you didn’t want to forget but had absolutely no recollection of. All you knew was that it left you feeling hot in all the right places and you didn’t want it to end— and then someone was playing with your hair.

A shiver worked itself up your spine as they ran their hands slowly through your strands, stroking gently along your neck, and it felt so, so nice. You stirred but feigned sleep a little longer just to enjoy the sensation of tingles running down your back. When you finally came to, you grumbled and pressed up against the warm body beneath you.

Heeseung.

He looked slightly startled but smirked at you, his laid-back appearance taking you by surprise first thing in the morning. The fact that you had fallen asleep next to him for the entire night began to settle in your mind, and you suddenly felt incredibly shy.

Especially since he was playing with your hair. Exactly how long had he been awake?

“Morning.”

“Hey. I must look like a wreck,” You said, a bit embarrassed.

“You look like you slept well,” Heeseung hummed.

Oh, his voice sounds deeper in the morning.

You rubbed at the sleep in your eyes and tried to smooth down your bedhead, “For some reason I did… I-is that drool?”

Mortified, your eyes bore into the dark patch on his shirt in disbelief, then your hands were grabbing at his collar, “Change out of that right now.”

“It’s fine,” Heeseung insisted, resting his hand on your wrist.

“No, I can’t look at it!” You pulled at the fabric in a panic.

“It’s not that big of a– I– Okay!” He sat up and pulled his shirt over his head; you snatched it and hid the evidence behind your back, already planning on burning it if you could find a lighter in his flat.

“I’m sorry,” You sighed but did a double take and stared because any normal person would, just not for as long as you did. His lean physique took you by surprise, especially when he always wore oversized clothing.

With an amused smile, Heeseung leaned forward to swipe his thumb against the corner of your lip as if there were drool there.

He tilted his head, “Are you?”

You lept off the bed in search of another shirt in his drawers, “Stop that.”

“What?”

You ignored him.

A black T-shirt caught your eye, and you balled it up to launch it across the room at him but flinched when you suddenly felt Heeseung’s presence behind you. His hand brushed against your back in an attempt not to scare you.

“Someone’s jumpy in the morning,” Heeseung commented, taking the shirt from you to pull it on. You got another peek at his cut waistline just as he was adjusting the fabric over his head.

“Usually I’m not….”

For as much of a nerdy person as he was, he certainly took care of himself. You thought back to the first time you’d gotten a glimpse of his skin after class and compelled yourself not to turn into a stuttering idiot after blowing things out of proportion first thing in the morning.

“Well, I have a 9 am final I need to leave for in about 15 minutes. There’s an extra unopened toothbrush in the drawer and stuff if you want to get ready,” Heeseung called over his shoulder as he dug out different pieces of clothing to wear. “Clothes-wise, wear whatever you want.”

“I’ll just wear this out. I’m gonna head back to my apartment to change before my afternoon class anyways.”

Heeseung’s bathroom was very minimal, with a few basic products that were easy to find. It looked tidy because of that… couldn’t exactly say the same for yours.

You splashed water on your skin with a bit of face soap, and after patting it dry, you found the extra toothbrush and toothpaste he mentioned, letting your mind drift while you brushed your teeth.

When I think about it, I can’t believe we’ve become this comfortable with each other. He’s a much more emotional person than I initially thought. Staying overnight was a pretty risky move in the sense that anything could’ve happened. I mean anything. Also, it was pretty gross that I drooled on him, but he was hardly deterred. He even played with my hair…

The brushing came to a stop.

…And he actually cried for me last night.

Heeseung filed in next to you and casually started brushing his teeth. You wanted to laugh at how unfamiliar the simple act felt but ended up staring at him through the mirror, noticing his puffy eyelids. Yours were hardly any better.

Then he wriggled his eyebrows at you, causing you to spit immediately into the sink. So much for brushing for a full two minutes. He seemed like himself again.

You rinsed and patted your mouth with a towel, “So weird.”

Heeseung shrugged and finished up in the bathroom when you grabbed your laundry and went to locate all of your belongings ahead of time so you wouldn’t hold him up by the time he had to leave. As you organized your laundry in your backpack, the previous night's events continued to flash through your mind.

“Hey, what are you gonna do about your glasses?”

Heeseung emerged from the bathroom and tipped his head back to place something in his eye, “Wear contacts until I can get them fixed.”

“Ah.”

You fell into thought as Heeseung finished inserting his contacts, “I was wondering about this for a while, but when we first ate Thai together… Why were you acting so weird after I mentioned you looked different without your glasses? I said you looked cute either way, but it seemed like I offended you.”

“Oh, that? No, you didn’t offend me…” Heeseung murmured.

Your brows furrowed, “What was it then?”

He pulled on a pair of sweatpants and nearly stumbled from misstepping. “It wasn’t what you said. It’s just when you touched my hair and what not— I just… I realized I wanted you, but it didn’t feel right yet.”

As if his own words had just dawned on him, his hands froze on the waistband of his sweats. At the same time, you looked up at Heeseung from rummaging in your bag.

Every little flirtatious interaction and hint of jealousy clicked together in your mind like puzzle pieces, confirming his longing for you since then.

It’s not like you didn’t come to that conclusion, but even back then? And to admit that aloud, now?

A thrumming tension hung between you two as you stood up.

“You wanted me?”

Heeseung swallowed thickly as you approached him, forcing him back against the foot of his bed. If only you knew what your presence by his side every day and in his most private spaces had done to him, maybe you’d show a little mercy and understanding.

He wished you were aware of how every room you occupied was imbued with your scent and how he couldn’t sleep a wink last night because you were pressed up so soundly against him, unable to stay still as you dreamt of things he so desperately wanted to be a part of.

Wished you knew how happy it made him to see you casually interacting with his belongings like you already owned them, eating the simple ramen he made for you, getting comfortable under his sheets, and wearing his clothing without a second thought now.

Wished he was insane enough to pull your chair towards him once everyone in class had left, slide down on his aching knees, and bury his head between your thighs to make you scream his name over and over until your sweet voice grew hoarse.

Heeseung wanted to indulge you with his deepest desires.

He supposed all crossroads led to this very moment— Since the day you walked through the classroom door with a smile and he forced himself to pretend your existence wasn’t that important, that he wasn’t in the slightest bit affected by how frighteningly beautiful or intimidating you were to him when you found the need to be.

There was no way he could ignore someone like you for long, not when you showered him in attention and simply couldn’t leave him be. Even when he’d act overbearing and nagging, proving to be a bit much for you at times.

As fate would have it, he was destined to bend to you, his mind, body, and soul more than willing, even if he fought it at the start.

He should be afraid of putting so much trust in someone who held so much power over him, but he wasn’t— not anymore.

Every bit of him wanted to be dialed into now as you reached out and rearranged a few pieces of his bangs around his eyes, running your fingers softly through his hair, setting off alarms in his body like you had all those weeks ago.

“I wanted you,” He admitted.

Truly.

The second he leaned into your touch, you did it a little more roughly, and the look he gave said that you were treading on thin ice with him.

Despite his piercing eyes, you remained calm and tucked a stray strand of hair behind his ear before tracing the outline of it with your fingertip all the way down to his ear lobe, noting how a soft sigh escaped his lips as you massaged him there. You ignored the urge to take his ear lobe into your mouth, despite wanting to hear the beautiful sounds he might make for you.

Instead, you let sweeter thoughts motivate you and ran your fingers along his jaw, holding him close as you stood on your tippy toes, stare flitting down to his lips. You didn’t have to reach much, Heeseung was already leaning down, meeting you more than halfway.

When your lips met, it felt delightful and sure, sparking like a kiss that had been a long time coming— but an undeniable intensity dominated the caress from the sheer amount of desire you had for him since the very start. Heeseung responded immediately, and you could sense his struggle to manage his eagerness for you.

Intentionally keeping the pace slow but sensual, you pulled back and swiped your tongue against his lips any time you felt him get worked up under your touch.

It frustrated Heeseung, who simply wanted to be as near to you as possible, so once your lips connected again, he slyly tilted his head to deepen the kiss, reveling in your startled moans as he caught you off guard. His hands slid up your smooth back and dug into your skin, pressing you close so he could finally feel you against him and keep you there.

Of course, he tasted like mint, and his touch was more than covetous by how he grazed your shoulders under your shirt, revealing your skin and sending sparks down your spine once more. Suddenly breathless, you parted for a moment, but Heeseung held you tightly against his heaving chest, letting you know that there was no escaping him as his heart beat wildly beneath your palms.

“And now?” You had the gal to ask when you were the one waning under his passion.

“Mm,” His lips caressed your cheek, “Don’t think I’ll be able to get enough of you.”

Heeseung’s breath caught when you dragged your hand against the soft fabric covering his chest and abdomen. You gathered the shirt higher on his waist, then ran the tips of your nails up and down his stomach, circling his belly button to tease him. Then you stoked the flames, pressing your hips flush against his, and could feel his excitement sear against your thigh.

A breathy hiss left his lips, and he gazed at you with heavy eyes, the mere sound making you throb with need for him. You enjoyed smoothing your palms beneath his shirt and over his lightly toned chest.

“Don’t stop….”

Your fingers just grazed his nipples as his hips jerked against yours.

“Show me where, but do it slowly.”

Heeseung shamelessly tugged the waistband of his sweatpants down on his hips and took your wrist to gradually draw your touch lower, much lower, until you were palming his hard length through the thin layer of his black briefs. Even through the fabric, he was hot to the touch and pulsing against your fingers.

“Heeseung,” you drawled accusingly.

“Fuck,” His head dropped forward into the crook of your neck as you began to squeeze and rub along his thick cock. He held onto your wrist and began grinding into your hand, his panting growing heavier against your skin by the second. You could feel his wetness starting to form where you palmed him over and over.

“Hey, be honest with me. Did you get hard sleeping next to me?”

Heeseung licked his lips, “Just a little.”

Your curiosity got the best of you, “And did you touch yourself?”

Heeseung stiffened against you, “Only a bit when you’d grind against my side. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have been able to last the night….”

He groaned when you firmly groped his cock through his briefs, making him feel like he was yours.

“When I’d grind on you?” You asked incredulously.

“Ah– Yes, you were the exact way I am right now– rubbing against me, all breathless and whiny. Must’ve been a good dream; made me jealous,” He revealed, even as a smug smile grew on his face.

Your recollection was faint, but you knew he wasn’t joking.

“Did you feel me up when I was asleep?”

His grin dropped, and his voice tightened, “No. You know I wouldn’t do that,” His doubtful expression then shifted to one of cautious inquisitiveness, “Not unless you wanted me to….”

He caught how your brows rose at the meaning and found your reaction entertaining.

Of course, Heeseung would never touch you without your approval, but the fact he just brazenly put it out there as an option was wild to you. He’s so unassuming that you weren’t sure what to think after he casually suggested a naughty offer like that as if it were just a pre-planned favor he could easily take care of for you.

Heeseung seemed to surprise you in many ways, but you should’ve known to expect the unexpected from him at this point. Maybe you’d take him up on his offer later, but for the time being, you were intrigued by this side of Heeseung you just glimpsed.

An impish idea came to mind as you desired to provoke him further and draw him out of his shell. You twirled around in his arms and arched your back to press your ass against his bulge, enticing him to grind on you. Once you tipped your head back to look up at him and reached overhead to tug at his dark locks, you made your neediness undeniable to him.

Heeseung recognized it too and, for a moment, was taken aback. He could tell by the glint in your eyes that you wanted to relinquish your control to him; it was that similar kind of fascination you looked at him with in the restaurant when all he wanted to do was bend you over that wooden table and please you in every which way.

“And if I’d woken up all needy and begging for you, what would you have done?” You nestled your cheeks against his cock, delighted by how he tucked his lip under his teeth to stifle a moan, “Would you be nice, Hee? Or would you ruin me?”

His initial shyness soon morphed into complete hunger as one of his hands found your waist, and the other snaked up between your breasts to wrap around your neck. Heeseung anchored you to his chest, and when you felt him take hold of your jaw to kiss you over your shoulder, you melted in his arms.

“Why don’t I just show you?”

It didn’t even register that Heeseung shoved you onto the bed and pressed you onto your stomach. He forced your legs apart with his own before holding you down by your nape and hip, letting you know your place. Instantly, he began grinding his hips into your ass, and all you felt was the unyielding pressure and heat that threatened to undo you right then and there.

“Oh, fuck yes—“

It felt so good to be pinned beneath Heeseung, let alone a person who you entirely adored from head to toe. His weight bearing down on you felt delicious and heavy; you could only imagine what the full force of his thrusts felt like, especially without any barriers of clothing.

God, you really thought you’d be the one to bring him to his knees first, but here you were. The sensation of his hard length dragging between your ass caused your pussy to dampen your sweatpants uncontrollably.

Even Heeseung could feel it.

Oh shit. Shit—

“Making a mess already, baby?”

“Shut up,” You gritted out, his words setting your face aflame.

Yes, yes— you’ve turned me on since the day we met!

Is that what you want to hear me say?

He was soaking in his briefs just minutes ago. Who was he to talk?

You were barely able to quiet your yelp in time when Heeseung slid his hands past your waistband and pushed the fabric just beneath your cheeks to knead at the soft flesh. He did it in such a teasing way that made you feel delirious and frantic at the same time like you wanted him to strip you bare and run his tongue all over your body right after.

“Talk to me that way again and see what happens,” He warned, egging you on. His hands on your ass grew more insistent as he gripped and massaged your flesh, making you grasp at the sheets.

Ah, you couldn’t believe Heeseung also had this side to him, but at the same time, you had an inkling. What a crazy contrast to how he was whimpering under your touch just moments before. Typically, he was so patient with you in class, but you just knew he had an itch to scratch when it came to you.

Excitement bristled through your entire being, and it didn’t go unnoticed.

“I said shut–”

He brought his palm down before you even finished, and god was there power behind it.

A moan ripped from your throat, the sharp sound of flesh meeting flesh ringing in your ears as his hands possessively ran over your stinging ass.

“Again,” Heeseung baited you.

Astonished with yourself, you bit your lip hard. At the same time, your pussy clenched, juices spilling onto the sheets. You loved the feeling but realized you weren’t going to last with how swollen your clit felt from his words and the way he handled you. Even just jerking against the mattress after the blow Heeseung landed nearly made you come.

“No?”

This is insane. There is no way I’m going to come just from getting spanked once. No fucking way.

You shook your head and rubbed your thighs together as Heeseung pressed a wet kiss to the flushed skin he’d marked.

“Mm, that’s what I thought.”

The cold air hit your legs and pussy when he yanked off your bottoms in one fell swoop, and then he was flipping you onto your back and running his large hands against your sides to gather your shirt over your breasts.

“Heeseung,” You gulped, suddenly feeling very exposed in the morning light.

“___, be good for me,” He tipped your chin up to capture your lips in a reassuring kiss, “I just wanna make you feel good like you can let go without worrying about anything. Trust me?”

His words calmed you immediately.

“Of course.”

“Good girl,” Heeseung kissed you once more, and you relaxed into it, letting your legs fall open so he could press closer. That is, until his hands were back to slowly stroking up and down your curves, thumbing at your peaking nipples.

“You are gorgeous,” Heeseung smiled, noticing a deep flush creeping across your cheeks, “So soft and sensitive…”

He squeezed your breasts together and dragged the flat of his hot tongue between your cleavage with a flick. The visual was so fucking overwhelming you hung your forearm over your eyes with a whimper.

“…But you could have me on my knees if you wanted to, and you know it.”

Doing as he pleased, he took the edge of your shirt and pulled it tightly over your breasts so that your nipples would harden with every pass of the fabric. Each time he tugged the edge of the shirt over the swell of your breasts, your nipples would perk up against the cold air, tempting Heeseung to teasingly place kisses around them before repeating it all over again.

He was receptive to your minuscule reactions, watching closely at the way you wet your lips and arched your back to press your chest against his face anytime he drew near.

“A-ah— Hee,” You complained, threading your fingers through his hair, desperately wanting his mouth fully on your tits, “Fucking tease….”

You felt him mouth kisses at the underside of your breast and swipe his tongue back and forth while your nipples tingled, begging for attention.

“Acting like you’re not enjoying this? Someone really likes to play dumb around me,” He kissed your throat as you squirmed underneath his rough touch, your thighs drenched in arousal.

Finally, Heeseung tucked your shirt above your chest and dragged his hand down the valley of your breasts and over your stomach, stopping right above your clit, just to make you even crazier.

“That’s how you keep me wrapped around your finger, isn’t it?”

He came back up to seal his lips over your aching breast and suckled deeply against your nipple. The sloppy noises caused your body to clench and fold under him; you were twisting in his grasp, barely able to withstand the expressions of his deep-seated desire.

Then he stroked you down there, let you rub your sensitive slit against him, and make a drooly mess over his palm. You moaned unabashedly at the feeling of him finally palming your pussy.

“Oh my god!”

Having sensed your uncontrollable surge of arousal, he lapped at your sweetness on his hand, brought your leg around his waist, and let you rut your bare hips against him. As you curled around his head and clutched him against your chest, you grinded against him messily like you were in heat, using him to satiate the growing fire in your core without a care if you were soaking his shirt or getting a cramp in your side.

Heeseung pulled you up to sit on his bulge, and your hands shot out against his chest to support yourself over him. He held you firmly by your love handles and let you hump against his cock to your heart's content, clearly enjoying the view of you above him with a coy smile.

“Shit! Hee….”

Heeseung squeezed and rolled your breasts in his hands, “Had a feeling you’d like riding me. That little clit must be so swollen and pink—“

Soon enough, he found himself preoccupied with lapping his hot tongue against your other breast, coating it in saliva before smacking your nipple against his lips. You threw your head back and moaned deeply, the thrusts of your hips unrelenting. Heeseung’s hands blazed up your thighs and ass, insistent on making it known how much he’d been holding himself back from touching you.

Heeseung snapped his hips up into you, causing you to nearly keel over on top of him, thighs shaking and spit spilling from your lips onto his chest. He easily caught you, his chuckle vibrating against your skin, and laid you back against the sheets to lick over your chin and slip his heavy tongue against yours. He moaned into your mouth, tasting you deeply with every stroke, and you simply allowed him to devour you.

He knew you were purely holding onto him for dear life at this point.

Abruptly, you heard Heeseung curse under his breath upon seeing the time on his bedside stand. “You don’t have class ‘till later, right?”

His words almost didn’t register in your lust-hazed brain as you chased his lips for more kisses.

“Wha? No—“

Suddenly, Heeseung was gripping your thighs, pulling your legs over his shoulders to fold you in half. He dragged his fingers through your slicked folds again and circled your clit before sucking the taste of you off them.

“Good,” You gasped as he smirked down at you, then his perfectly aligned hips rolled into yours— and stopped for nothing.

With a broken moan, your eyes fluttered shut at the sweet, sweet heat. The friction of his sweatpants only heightened your pleasure as his hips drew deep, slow circles against your bare pussy, your eyes rolling back into your head every time he made contact with your swollen clit just right.

“Hee— Heeseung—“ Your call devolved into a litany of moans, filling his ears like pleasing notes.

He was almost fed up with himself for not making a move when you embraced him after your talk because he could’ve been enjoying your mewls of pleasure all night long. Almost. Truthfully, he wouldn’t have traded anything for the endearing way you tackled him onto his bed with abandon and curled up in his arms to sleep, even as torturous as laying next to you was.

“I love being needed by you,” Heeseung confessed against your lips, “Even though I know you don’t really need me.”

“No— I need you,” You whimpered against him, your nails digging pretty red crescents into his shoulder blades. The force of his hips was jarring enough to make you feel like you were losing your sanity as he drilled you deeper and deeper into his mattress.

“Yeah, baby? How badly?”

The pace of his thrusts quickened if that were even possible.

“So fucking badly! You’re— you’re gonna make me come,” you warned, “Fuck—“

You felt the knot in your stomach begin to unravel, and then in seconds, quick pulses of emanating heat dragged you under a blanketed haze of pleasure.

Heeseung was beyond pleased with the blissful expression you wore, knowing you saw fireworks behind your fluttering eyelids. As though in tune with your body, Heeseung eventually slowed his thrusts and took in every bare inch of you that glistened with a pretty sheen of sweat, basking in the sound of your shaky moans.

If you had the sense to peel your eyes open, you’d crumble even more under his fervent expression as he gently pressed his hips against your clenching pussy and kept the perfect amount of pressure there for your enjoyment.

“Mmn!” Inevitably, you trembled and huffed against him from oversensitivity, in disbelief of how hard he still was.

He caught your chin between his thumb and forefinger— kissed you like you had breath to spare.

“See, you like being teased, don’t you, baby?”

“Hee… fuck…”

When you eventually came to, you glanced down between your bodies and saw the aftermath; the sheets and front of his sweatpants were stained with your release. However, the tent in his pants is what caught your attention, and you salivated at his twitching dick, knew how big it was under your hand— wanted to see it drip with pearly cum.

Despite being lightheaded, you grabbed at his hips with determination.

“Sorry, I got carried away, but I have to go,” Heeseung caught your hands and was already gently tugging you to sit up so he could clean you off.

“But—“

“I know we’re gonna be so busy starting today, but do you want to meet up Thursday evening in one of the study rooms? The day before our final? I promise I’ll make it up to you.”

Make it up? After everything he just did, make up for what? Did he mean make out? Your brain was unable to compute, and you just found yourself nodding.

Heeseung chuckled and sealed the deal with a kiss that conveyed a deep affection you felt unworthy of. His hands threaded into your hair, it almost felt like he wasn’t going to let you go, but he did.

“See you then.”

Knowing Heeseung didn’t come during his first time with you haunted you for several days up until your final study session with him of the year. He certainly had to be aware that you had no intention of leaving him high and dry, but it still frustrated you. Timing was the biggest obstacle then, and you were determined not to let it get in the way today.

Like a diligent student, you had studied for all your classes and prepared for your finals like it was the apocalypse. Despite your worries, a majority of them you already knocked out; the final project for your coding class consisted of an entire presentation of your work the following day, officially making it your most concerning project.

You loathed public speaking, and of course, there was a mistake in your code that you failed to catch in the haze of exhaustion while you were burning the midnight oil, so it gave you all the more reason to look forward to seeing Heeseung. Thanks to him, you actually had a chance at acing the class rather than just having survived it.

Plus, you were glad to have an excuse to talk about something other than what went down at his apartment because you were still working your brain around the different sides of himself he’d shown to you that morning.

You smirked to yourself.

Will I encounter the angel or devil today?

It was always chilly in the library, so you felt your nipples pebble under your favorite sweatshirt in reaction to the air conditioner. The outfit you chose to wear was slightly out of the norm but purposeful. You ditched the bra opting for comfort, and with Heeseung in mind, you traded your typical pair of sweatpants for a white, pleated skirt that matched your casual sneakers.

Usually, you stuck purely to skincare, but your make-up was fairly light for today, save for a touch of red coloring your lips and liner with mascara to brighten your eyes. It was a nice mix of your signature relaxed look and a touch of coquette. Obviously, it wasn’t over the top, but you felt pretty cute.

You spotted a focused-looking Heeseung through the study room window at the end of a long row of shelves. He’d chosen the most inconspicuous study room on the top floor, and you had to applaud him for that.

A wave of confidence overcame you as you approached the room at an unhurried pace.

After two knocks, you pulled open the door.

“Oh, I almost didn’t recognize you, specs,” You smiled, dropping your bag onto the table and comfortably leaning against the edge.

“Yeah?” Heeseung sat back against his chair and took off his new glasses with a snort, inspecting the plastic frames, “My original glasses are taking a while to get repaired. Weirdly, I got some stares from people in my other classes and customers at work without them, so I just picked up a shitty pair from the Dollar Tree. They give me a headache but beats the odd looks….”

He scrambled to slide them back in place once he noticed your atypical attire, his gaze slowly trailing up your legs.

“Sounds like they were checking you out. I guess I can see where they’re coming from,” You crossed your legs, holding back a smile.

He exuded an interesting vibe today himself, his cute glasses served as the biggest contrast against his black ensemble consisting of gray jeans and a black shirt. If he’d worn only his contacts on top of everything, it would’ve been too much for you to handle.

Inwardly, you snickered as the tips of his ears blushed red, and he quickly glanced down at his keyboard. Even you were still trying to figure out how this was the same guy who relentlessly teased your body to death earlier that week.

Oh, he’s the shy one today. Let’s see for how long…

You eased the attention off of him, “I’m probably gonna need you to double-check my project.”

“That’s fine. I’ll help you after you tell me how this tastes.”

You tilted your head, “Hm?”

“I baked you something.”

“You— you did?” Your eyes brightened as he rested his hand on a simple, ribbon-wrapped package sitting next to his laptop that you hadn’t noticed before.

“Yeah, don’t worry, it’s edible,” His grin made your heart thrum.

Heeseung handed you the package and patiently looked up at you with wide eyes as you unboxed its contents. You tugged at the ribbon delicately as it unraveled and peeked under the lid.

“Macarons!”

“The decadent kind. Try it,” He reached over and took out a cream-colored macaron, set the box aside, then held it to your lips, “You look pretty, by the way….”

Eep!

“Thank you,” You gave him a sincere smile, causing him to nibble on his lip.

You tucked your hair behind your ear and leaned forward to take a bite. The texture was marvelous; one bite in, and you were sold on the delicious buttercream filling.

“Mmm— the butter,” Your mouth watered in between chewing, “This flavor beats all the others out of the park! I think it’s my new favorite. Seriously.”

“No need to savor it, I can always make more,” He reminded you.

“Wait, really?”

“Yeah.”

You stared at him suspiciously. Did he mean it? As in, he intended to stay in touch?

“If I wanted some next week, you’d bake me some?”

He nodded, “Sure.”

“But what if I wanted some for Christmas?”

“I can bake you more, along with some other treats I’ll be testing for the holidays.”

“And what if I wanted some next semester?”

Heeseung chuckled, “I’d make you barely enough; that way, you have to keep asking me. There. Satisfied that you exposed my ploy?”

You stared at him, feeling overwhelmed. The time you thought would come to an end with him wasn’t as concerning of an issue as you had thought all along. Whether or not Heeseung thought that to be obvious to you both, you weren’t planning on taking his words for granted.

He gestured at the remaining macaron half he held, but you ignored it and slid into his lap, nestling against his firm bulge. He groaned softly but welcomed you, his free hand squeezing your bare thigh as you wrapped your arms around his shoulders.

“And will we still be friends by then?”

“No,” His eyes shone with knowing, “No, I don’t think so.”

You inhaled deeply, “How about next week?”

He slowly shook his head and found himself staring at your lips.

You tilted his chin up so he’d meet your eyes. “And what about now?”

A bashful smile spread across his face, and he brushed the macaron against your lips, ”You tell me….”

Gently, you took the piece into your mouth, brushing your glossy lips against his fingertips, succeeding in stealing his breath away.

You held his hand between yours and took your time to suck the pads of his thumb, then index finger into your mouth as your voice dropped to a whisper, “You’re mine.”

And the look in his eyes said he knew it.

The air around you two dampened with lust.

“I missed you,” Heeseung wet his lips and thumbed at your own, “Let me taste, please?”

While still seated in Heeseung’s lap, you leaned back against the table, his hands settling on your soft thighs as you reached off to the side for another treat. You split the macaron in half so you could gather the white filling with a lick, then stick out your tongue past your lips. You stayed relaxed against the table, legs hanging on either side of his lap, and beckoned him with your finger.

In a blink of an eye, Heeseung was leaning over you to pull you against his chest and taste every inch of your mouth he could reach. The kiss was ravenous and sugary sweet, with way too much tongue; everything you could’ve wanted after spending a few days apart.

“Mm,” you moaned against his lips when his palm slid over the side of your neck to hold you in place.

You knew he was just bursting at the seams of his pants. After all, he never got the satisfaction of finishing like you had, and now it was your turn to play with him.

The kisses quickly evolved into eager smacks and dips of his warm tongue against yours, your shenanigans to blame. You broke the kiss after a particularly sloppy caress and watched thick strands of saliva dribble down his chin.

“A-ah…”

You eyed the cherry red stains of your lipstick on Heeseung’s lips and lapped up the strands with several hot strokes, earning a whimper from him. Obsessed with the sounds he just made, you messily reconnected your lips with his and pulled back again, catching strands of his saliva with a flick of your tongue.

He moaned deeply, brows knit together, his eyes glazed over and pleading. At this point, his glasses had been slightly knocked askew on his nose, and you chuckled at the dreamy look in his eyes.

Heeseung was panting deeply, his nipples standing hard underneath his shirt; the boy looked like he wanted to be devoured by you.

“You like it sloppy, huh, baby?”

“Yes—,” His hips bucked excitedly against yours, but you could tell he was trying to control himself.

“I’ve always thought your ears are so cute,” You whispered hotly against his skin, making them grow a shade darker of blush, “You don’t mind if I suck on them a bit, do you?”

Heeseung’s eyes widened behind his crooked glasses, ”No….”

“You clean ‘em, right?” You teased, sweeping your nail up the fluttering pulse at his neck.

Heeseung pouted, “Yes, every day—“

“I know, cutie,” You adjusted his glasses and traced the curve of his ear with your tongue, holding him in place by his jaw.

He gasped at the sensation and shut his eyes to really enjoy the way you were toying with him. When your teeth began to tug against the tip of his ear, he bit back a small groan, making you smile against his skin.

You soothed your assault with several laps of your tongue before moving to suckle at his ear lobe and grind down on his hard-on.

“Oh god…” Heeseung’s eyes fluttered, and with desperate hands, he clung to your waist, barely hanging on by a thread. He twitched beneath you; enduring your teasing was as torturous for him as it was gratifying for you.

You released his sensitive earlobe with a smack and then slowly dipped your hot tongue into his ear, in and out, pressing deeper each time. You felt Heeseung’s jaw loosen in your grip, his mixture of pants and moans growing heavy as he nearly went limp under you.

“Ah… fuck…” Heeseung drawled. He could barely stand hearing such lewd sounds— could feel himself leaking and hard in his jeans as you turned his brain to mush.

“You like it when I fuck your ear, don’t you?”

Heeseung moaned incoherently, and you moved just beneath his ear to nip and kiss his neck harshly.

“Look at me, Heeseung.”

When he turned to you, he looked completely out of it. It was apparent that the sweet thing needed a break from his studies to let his mind go completely blank, only to be filled with the most manic thoughts of you.

“Kiss me properly like a good boy.”

He obeyed you, gingerly taking your face in his hands and capturing your lips with care. The shared moment gave you both time to breathe and remember where you were, in each other's arms, completely focused on pleasing the other.

And you wanted more of him, so much more.

“Can't stop thinking about you whether I’m awake or asleep,” Heeseung whispered, “Can’t stop touching myself.”

Shit.

Your brain conjured up images of Heeseung palming himself in the same bed you had slept in while you had been fast asleep, experiencing a wet dream. Even in his shower, since that was a probability…

“Yeah, baby? Messing around like we did tends to alter your brain chemistry for a bit, y’know?” The skeptic in you teased.

Heeseung placed a kiss under your jaw but scolded you, “Don’t be like that. I’ve wanted to share that with you for weeks.”

“Oh,” Despite blushing wildly, you answered coolly, “You sure like to take your time, then.”

“___…” Heeseung frowned at your seemingly nonchalant attitude.

“I’m just joking with you. I know you like to take your time and that you’re a man of action over words. I’ve come to love that about you, even though sometimes, it can drive me crazy,” You held his face in your hands and ran your fingers through his hair, before kissing him hard.

He liked that a lot, you felt his cock jump so you rocked into him.

Heeseung sulkily nudged his nose against the side of your neck, taking in your scent, “You do?”

“Yeah, I do. When you’re alone at night, all you need to do is call me, baby.”

He smiled this time, “I’ll definitely do that….”

You didn’t hesitate to connect your lips with his and let your tongue roam the deepest it had in his mouth, gently prodding at his throat to taste the rich flavor of buttercream against his tongue. When you tried to pull back, Heeseung retaliated and sucked on your tongue.

“Mmm—”

His boldness spurred you on to hungrily press your lips against his once more, his taste intoxicating to you. Feeling your inhibition slip completely, your panties began to soak through onto his lap, clit pulsing from the heat of his body under yours. You dragged your hands up beneath his shirt and caressed your fingertips over his warm, firm chest, causing him to shiver in pleasure.

He moaned when your fingers began to twist at his nipples, “I-I love it when you… play with me….”

“Yeah, baby, I can tell,” You regarded him with a curious smile before asking, “Do you like blowjobs?”

His eyes widened, but he slowly found himself nodding.

You giggled and tilted your head, “Not sure?”

He searched your eyes for judgement, “No, I’m— I’m, I mean, who wouldn’t? I’ve just never… gotten one before.”

I’m sorry— what?

The inevitable look of disbelief you gave him had him fidgeting in his chair, your hands coming to a still against his waist.

Well, fuck his ex to hell and back.

You shifted forward into his lap to press your breasts flush against his chest and caress his cheeks. “Well, I’d love to give you one. Would you like that?”

“I’d love that, please,” He bit his lip, his gaze on you already unfocused.

You were unable to help the giddy feeling in your chest as you kissed him and pressed the heel of your palm between his thighs.

Heeseung ground up against your hand as you felt him up through his jeans before swiftly releasing him from their confines. The subtle curve of his flushed cock was more beautiful than you imagined, as were the pulsing veins lining the underside of his length. He was heavy in your hands and soaked to the touch in his arousal, much like you were between your thighs.

“Oh, you must be aching. Been dying to taste you….”

“I’m not going anywhere this time,” With a shaky breath, Heeseung gathered the edge of his shirt in his grasp to reveal the sharp dips of his abdomen and the light trail of hair leading to his erection, watching as your lovely eyes turned dark.

“So thick, you’re unreal.…”

Slowly, you kneeled between his legs to cover his dripping cock in hungry kisses and played with his pre-cum on your tongue, immediately making him twitch and moan in want. You’ve been dying to reduce him to this mess of a state for the longest time.

“Like it when I kiss you all over?”

“Yesss— haahn,” His words slurred when you took the head of his cock past your lips and sucked while swirling your tongue over his milky slit.

He was stunned at how your delicate hands worked at the rest of his length, jerking him with a firmness he wasn’t used to but definitely loved. Despite your touch feeling foreign, it felt different than his own in the best possible way.

How would he last any longer than a minute? All of the sensations you were gracing him with were too much, too good.

“Your balls look so full, baby…” You could feel your mouth salivating as you tongued at his swollen tip.

“Ohh—“

Out of the corner of Heeseung’s eye, a figure whizzed by the window to his right, and he froze. He only experienced a second of relief when he realized it was just the back of an oblivious student passing by, but he was brought back to reality by the fact that the two of you could be discovered.

While you were obviously aware of this from the start, you sensed the sudden discomfort through the line of tension in his body.

“We could get caught, you know….”

You pulled off of his cock, and smirked, your fingers tightening around his girth, “I’m sure you knew exactly what you were doing when you invited me here. If you’re so worried, then keep your voice down,” You raised an eyebrow at him, “You are a bit loud, sweetheart.”

Heeseung tugged on his lips between his teeth, feeling timid despite the truth. He tried to steady his breathing and swallowed thickly as he glanced out the window for any sign of movement, although the majority of people minded their own business in the library.

“Heeseung!” He heard a familiar voice call.

The face of his friend, Jake, peeked out from behind a bookshelf through the window pane of the study room.

His knee immediately slammed up against the table the moment he felt you mouth at his balls. Heeseung’s breath caught in his lungs, sneakers skidding against the floor as he braced himself against the table. The boy was barely able to process the sheer amount of pleasure from the warm, tight suction of your wet lips around him.

He just wanted to melt to the floor.

“Fuck—“

In a panic, Heeseung barely managed to swallow a groan of pleasure when his friend shot him a look of concern through the window. From this angle, you weren’t visible from under the table, but Heeseung was sure he appeared oddly curled over his laptop, hands sprawled across the surface of his books and papers.

“You good man?” Jake slowly began to approach the door to the study room.

You heard Rin’s muffled voice, “Have you seen ___? She won’t pick up her phone.”

“I’m okay!” He insisted with a grunt, “Sorry, I haven't! Wait, no— Don’t come in, I just really need to focus right now,” Heeseung raised his voice slightly so they could hear him clearly through the glass.

You ran your tongue across the tender ridge between his balls before humming sweetly against his skin. Pre-cum bubbled at his slit and poured down his length onto your fingers, so you cruelly jerked his cock even quicker than before.

Heeseung pressed his fist against his lips to stifle a moan, trying to play it off as a cough before waving goodbye in Jake and Rin’s direction, hoping the two would get the hint.

Jake chuckled and shook his head, “Oh, alright then. See you at work!”

“See you, Heeseung. If you see her, tell her to stop ignoring me, she owes me dinner,” Rin winked.

“I— I will,” He did his best to plaster a smile on his face until your friends disappeared around the corner.

Once they left, you heard a sound of frustration rumble throughout Heeseung’s chest as he pushed away from the table to stare down at you with his hand covering his lips. His eyes nearly started to brim with tears behind his glasses as he watched you slurp around his swollen balls and then suck them tightly into your mouth.

You noticed his conflicted expression and cooed at him, “Does it feel that good, baby?” Then you were back to hollowing your cheeks around him.

More profanities spilled from his lips.

Knowing he was lucky to be sitting instead of standing, he let his knees fall open, his joints completely weak with pleasure. His reasoning skills were non-existent, but it registered in his mind that the girl he fantasized about day and night was so willingly stuffing her mouth with his filthy cock and balls. He could hardly believe it.

Admittedly, you were impressed at the pretense he managed to keep up in a moment of crisis, and as a reward for his self-control, you gave his balls one last harsh suck, then let them drop from your lips, “You did such a good job holding out there….”

Saliva pooled in your mouth before you spat along his length and continued to pump him at a messy pace, working your spit into the tip of his slippery cock. You rubbed your lips along his sensitive skin, planting open-mouthed kisses and teasing him with a view he was guaranteed to be daydreaming about for a while.

“___, please,” Heeseung begged for you and started playing with his nipples over his shirt— your baby just couldn’t keep still.

So fucking cute.

You gripped his base and let the tip of his cock slip against the soft palate of your mouth, then nearly all the way to the back of your throat with a gag.

“F-fuck— Ngh!”

The action jarred him immensely, and he looked absolutely fucked out with his glasses falling off his face, his hot breath fogging up the lenses. God, it stirred something deep and primal inside you to know you were able to bring him to such a vulnerable state.

You just adored this side of him, and could feel your panties sticking against your lower lips as slick dripped down your thighs. The soreness in your knees hardly registered while you began to thrust your hips, longing for friction even just from your panties; your swollen pussy throbbed incessantly.

The pace of your relentless bobbing quickened as you choked around his cock, unexpected tears stinging your eyes from how deep you were taking him. You let them spill down your cheeks, only wishing you could take him even deeper somehow, wanting his cock kissing and rubbing against your insides while he took you. The tell tale sensation of your clit twitching was the only warning your body gave you before you were overrun by an orgasm you couldn’t have anticipated.

With a muffled sob, your pussy fluttered then began clenching around nothing in deep contractions that rocked you to your core, clit begging for more stimulation as you somehow came untouched just from the mere thought of getting pummeled by Heeseung.

One hand remained curled around his cock while you shoved the other between your thighs to work rapid circles over your panties— and then you were coming even harder, spurts of cum creating a messy puddle at your knees.

He felt your uncontrollable moans shoot up his cock and was unable to escape from their encompassing vibrations.

“Fuck—!” The curse was drawn out, and gruff— full of desperation.

Despite how incredibly tensed up Heeseung was, his palms brushed atop your head as he threaded his trembling fingers through your hair, attempting to nudge you off of him. His whole body was trembling, but you wouldn’t let him, even as he shook his head, calling your name in a wrecked voice.

Unadulterated pleasure allowed you to ignore the discomfort and swallow around him as deeply as you could; he broke at the sensation of you choking around him.

Heeseung’s head lolled back in complete silence when he was left with no choice but to let himself go. His bare hips shot up from his seat against your face and made your throat convulse, rendering himself an absolute wreck under your touch.

You kept him suspended in pleasure for as long as you could, spit and cum spilling from the corners of your lips— even when he finished and fell limp on the chair, you licked him clean, suckling on his sensitive tip to the point where he was whimpering.

His incomparable taste only made you wetter, and your knees gave out as you collapsed on the floor. You rested your cheek against his thigh as you proudly played with his thick, musky cum on your tongue, exploring the texture. It tasted equally addictive.

“___,” Heeseung was blushing as he took your jaw in his hand, his thumb pressing into your lips, “You’re crazy. Spit that out….”

“What? No,” You frowned, “Where?”

Heeseung scanned the room in a panic for a non-existent trash can before he cupped his palms together, and held his hands up to your lips.

You nearly choked on his cum from laughter. However, you sat back and spread your legs to reveal your ruined panties glossed over with your release.

“You—“ Heeseung gasped as you pulled back the fabric from your skin to show off the way your pretty pussy glistened for him.

He didn’t want to believe his eyes when he witnessed his cum dribble from your pink tongue onto your skin like a sweet glaze. Prayed they were playing tricks on him when you clenched the second it hit and how you smeared it through your folds as you twitched and pleasured yourself for an intimate moment before licking his cum off your lithe fingers…

“You taste so yummy.”

And how dare you look at him with those eyes.

Heeseung snapped and was already hauling you to your feet; you just ensured there was no way you were leaving this room without getting fucked.

Now there wasn’t a single bone in him that cared if a library staff passed by and threatened to throw the two of you out. He would take his time finishing you off with them standing there, and then carry your limp body out of the building if he had to.

He’s never felt more deranged in his entire life, and that was a testament to you.

“That’s fucking dirty,” Heeseung gripped at your hips and held onto your skirt as he pushed you up against the wall, towering over you.

“No, baby,” You pulled him down against your lips and he melted into it regardless, “Not if it’s you.”

You sneaked your fingers over his spent cock, but he shoved your hand away. With a laugh, you allowed him to press his knee between your damp thighs and squirmed against him, “You’re getting hard again, Hee.”

The pleats of your skirt gathered in his grasp as he squeezed your ass hard enough to make you yelp. “Who liked sucking my cock so much that they squirted in their panties?”

“T-that was definitely a first time for me, too,” You grinned up at him as he worked on rolling your skirt high on your waist.

“You know what you just did tells me?”

He groped at the front of your breasts and kneaded them greedily over your sweatshirt, drawing heavy moans from your lips as your nipples remained hard under his hands.

“No bra,” He muttered under his breath.

It felt like your body was overheating again, “What— What does it tell you?”

The way Heeseung dragged his lips over your pulse, and gradually marked your skin with continuous suckles weakened your knees.

Your eyes shut tight from the overwhelming desire dripping from his voice, breath hot against your skin, “It tells me you’re a sweet little slut for my cum.”

“Ah, a cum slut,” You panted, “Says the one who couldn’t stop tasting me the other day. If anyone’s a slut for cum, it’s you, baby.”

‘Baby.’

Ever since you started to call him the term of endearment, he felt sick to his stomach and imagined himself doing one other thing besides kissing you senseless—

Heeseung fell to his knees, not once taking his eyes off you. It felt like the right place to be, it always had from the start.

You stopped breathing altogether when Heeseung removed his glasses and haphazardly slid them to the side on the floor. His half-lidded, hungry eyes bore into yours.

Even though all signs indicated you were in a dangerous spot with him, you continued, “You’re the one on your knees, ‘boutta—“

He gripped your thighs and licked a thick stripe against the soaked fabric of your swollen mound.

Oh god.

Your fingers curled into his messy locks to steady yourself.

“Arms behind your back. Keep them there until I’m done cleaning up this filthy pussy.”

You hesitated, “But—“

Heeseung slapped the back of your thigh so he could strip you out of your soiled panties. He gave you a look that had you swallowing your complaint.

Quietly, you locked your arms behind your back and leaned against the wall, although your expression was far from delighted, likely because you were just coming off of your high from being in control.

“___,” He spoke softly, “If it gets too much, you know you can tell me to stop at any time, right?”

“I know, and trust me, I will.”

“I want you to choose a safe word for today.”

“Ah,” You felt your cheeks flush, that was the first time anyone’s ever asked you that. “Buttercream…?”

His eyes creased in amusement. “Perfect. I should’ve guessed.”

Heeseung dragged his middle finger between your folds and watched a mixture of your fresh arousal and his cum string along his fingers; it gave away how much you were enjoying this. He licked the mess off his digit and splayed his hands over your tummy, feeling the warmth of your supple skin under your skirt.

“See!” You accused him.

“Behave,” He nipped at your inner thigh, “I’d hate to have to punish you again.”

“I’m sure you would— Aahn—“ The delicate kiss he planted on your clit had you pressing your mound against his face.

He might’ve been rough with you to start, but he knew you were sensitive from your orgasm. His hands pushed and pulled at your flesh, but his lips were tender on your pussy. He made you so wet when he laved his tongue against your clit and littered kisses over it, you could hardly help yourself from dribbling onto his chin.

“Oh, Heeseung….”

He hummed in satisfaction against your pussy when you moaned his name so sweetly.

Tension was ever present in your body, and sweat trickled down between your breasts at the effort of standing over Heeseung, enduring his torture when all you wanted to do was collapse on him.

The lapping of his tongue grew more insistent between your folds as he tasted the mess of himself there, as he tasted you.

“Hmnh— Aah!”

“Stay still. You’re not clean yet,” Heeseung pinned your hips against the wall and plunged his tongue into your slit to collect your arousal. It was impossible not to rock against his pretty face whenever his nose nudged your engorged clit.

Once his lips enveloped the nub, your vision blurred, and your knees shook as you tensed up, drawing to the tips of your toes while you fought to stay standing.

“Heeseung… Heeseung— Hee, I can’t!”

Just as your legs gave out and your back slid down the wall, Heeseung broke your fall and caught you in a heap on his lap.

“Heeseung,” You let out a frustrated whine against his neck.

Since you lacked the strength to stay right side up, your orgasm was ripped from you, and Heeseung stopped pleasuring you right before you were able to reach your high.

He gripped you by your thighs to lift you into his arms and stood up. You heard the shuffling of papers and textbooks dropping to the floor as Heeseung shoved them out of the way and laid you on top of the table.

“Poor baby couldn’t stay still. You know what happens now, right?”

Your surroundings melted away, and when your vision finally focused, all you could see was Heeseung hovering over you, caging you in below him. With your arousal covering his swollen lips and sweat dampening his hair, he looked like a complete wreck and genuinely the wildest you’ve ever seen him.

The lethal look in his eyes took you back to that night you said goodbye to him in front of the bus stop, but even then, they held only a fraction of the intensity compared to now.

You tried to gather yourself before speaking up but found it difficult to catch your breath.

“I’ll— I’ll be a good little slut for you,” Even though you felt fear, your words still had bite to them, “Is that what you want to hear?”

You weren’t sure what possessed you at that moment to give Heeseung a hard time, but you liked the surprised reaction you got out of him; it felt fair after he edged you the way he did.

“On second thought, why don’t I just—“ You dared to sink two fingers into your pussy and began pumping in and out of yourself. Rolling your neck to the side, you moaned softly at the intrusion.

Heeseung grabbed your wrist and yanked your fingers out of you. It was challenging to put up a fight when he slammed your hands back onto the table and held your arms above you, “Quit being a brat.”

You felt him reach for something on the table but realized it was the thin ribbon when he tied it tightly around your wrist in a knot.

“Is your cock that needy for me?”

“If we’re gonna talk about needy,” You felt Heeseung’s warm breath against your ear as he curled his fingers into you, “Let’s talk about this tight little cunt.”

Heeseung, you bad boy.

He was much, much dirtier and meaner than you gave him credit for. He caught on easily to what you liked, when you wanted it, and enjoyed it all the while.

You arched your back off the table. “Mmn— You hate being so sweet, don’t you?”

With one hand holding your trembling thigh open, Heeseung leaned down and spat against your clit. You gasped as your body jolted, head falling back against the table with a thump. You could feel it dribble down into your entrance as he added a third finger and moved faster inside of you, deeper.

Heeseung watched intently as your chest rose and fell at an irregular rate, feeling you squeeze around his knuckles.

“Fuck,” You licked at the corner of your lips and continued to mock him, “M-must hate being around such a needy girl like me who’ll use you for all your worth without a second thought—“

“Quiet,” He dug his fingers into the flesh of your cheeks, “Show me that tongue.”

You tilted your chin up and flashed your pink tongue at him without hesitation. That shameless expression of yours, paired with your dewy make-up, made his cock twitch heavily against the table as if you hadn’t just milked him dry.

“You look like a real pretty mess, baby.”

Heeseung’s cock brushed against you as he leaned in close. With no effort, he spat harshly against your tongue, and the second his saliva hit, your mouth watered. Heeseung chuckled darkly, seeing that your eyes couldn’t have rolled further into your head.

“Yummy?”

You relished his saliva on your tongue and excitedly wrapped your legs around his waist to pull him against your core, “Fuck me.”

He pulled out his fingers and enjoyed the sweet taste of you on them, before kissing you mindlessly.

“That’s more like it, ___.”

He tugged your ass to the edge of the table, then flipped you onto your stomach, forcing your feet to touch the floor.

“I have a condom,” He mentioned, running his hand down your spine, and was prepared to reach for one.

“No, let me feel you. I’m on a pill,” You revealed.

Heeseung lazily swiped his fingers back and forth against your folds. “I see how it is….”

“Mm, god,” You pressed your cheek against the table and could hear the rustling of his jeans.

“You can’t wait for me to fill you up with my hot cum, can you?”

“I can wait all day,” You lied through your teeth, “But clearly someone just likes to take their time— ah!”

You jerked against the table in surprise at the sharp slap of his palm over your ass. His eyes roved over the arch of your back and the curve of your ass appreciatively.

“I’ll take all the time that I want. Now, be honest.”

Your nails dug into your bound hands; you wanted him inside you so badly. “Fuck….”

Another harsh slap landed against the same cheek.

“You wore this little skirt to show off this tight ass and perfect pussy,” Heeseung snapped his wrist, landing continuous small blows atop your skin that grew harder each time, causing your skin to turn red. “I can do this all night, and I don’t care who comes around that corner.”

He stopped to grip your ass cheeks and watch your flesh bulge over his fingers. Shortly after, Heeseung smacked your ass with the most force he’s used to date, and you couldn’t contain your broken moan.

“You enjoy being what you are, and you know exactly what that is. Say it.”

Your lip began to sting from how tightly you were biting down on it to stifle your voice. He plunged his fingers back inside of you without warning, and you cried out, tensing around him in need, then he left you empty.

That felt so damn good.

Your plan to rile Heeseung up was indeed working, even though you weren’t sure where it’d lead the two of you. Even though you hadn’t ventured into such extreme dynamics in your sex life, with the way Heeseung submissively fell into step by your side earlier, you were burning to find out if you could take the heat.

“You—You’re gonna have to make me,” You huffed.

Silence. Then more swishing of fabric.

Heeseung neatly gathered the ends of your hair and looped the strands around his hand until he was sinking his grip into your scalp. His bare chest pressed against your back, and at the same time, his rumbly voice tickled your ear.

“If we were back at my place, I’d make you do all sorts of things…” The promise in his voice caused your skin to break out in goosebumps, “… But making you admit something as simple as that can certainly be done right now.”

The swollen tip of his cock pressed against your entrance, and there was hardly time to brace yourself when Heeseung eased into you at a begrudgingly slow pace. As he fed his raw cock into you, your walls contracted deliciously around his wide girth.

“Ah!”

“Easy, let me in,” He urged, thrusting in and out of you at a rather sweet tempo; he had yet to bottom out. “How else is my little slut going to get her daily dose of cum?”

A gush of your arousal soaked his length and trickled down your thighs as Heeseung worked you open.

“So wet but so tight. Maybe I should just—“

He slammed the remaining way in, and pushed you up further onto the table. His hand sank into your hip, so you stayed right where he wanted you.

“Oh, god!”

Before you could fully adjust, he began to piston his hips into yours at a ruthless pace that made you drool uncontrollably. You tried to hide your moans, but Heeseung’s hold on your hair made you struggle to steady yourself on your forearms if you didn’t want it to be painful.

Intent on making you work a little, Heeseung guided you to curl up higher onto your elbows and eventually your palms with the slight tug of his fist. Sweat gathered at your temple from the effort of stabilizing yourself.

His other hand moved from your hip to caress your bouncing tits under your sweatshirt, then smooth over your throat so he could bend you back even further and look you in the eye.

That was when you realized he was going easy on you. Even with the unceasing thrusts of his cock, you could see him take a moment to tentatively check up on your state of being, and your heart swelled.

“How’s that feel, baby?” Heeseung swiped at the drool beading along your lips, and you saw him note the tears that threatened to spill from the corners of your eyes.

“So good, I can feel you so, so deep… I can take more,” You insisted.

The clapping of his hips against your ass began to slow significantly, causing you to draw in a deep, painful breath.

No, no, no—

“But, I thought you said you’re not my cum slut?” He released your hair as he straightened up, leaving you longing for his warmth against your back. “I just remembered, you’re not my little whore….”

So cruel.

He could feel your pussy fighting to keep him inside, but only his angry red tip remained as you tried to push back against him.

“No, don’t stop!” You begged, “I’m your… your….”

“You’re my what?”

Tears of frustration finally spilled down your cheeks which were burning from embarrassment as you helplessly stared at the blurry wall of the study room. “I’m your fucking cum slut. I’m— I’m your whore—“

You felt his strong hands wrap around your waist and arm to tug you up to sitting. He slid your bound hands over his head so you could cling to his neck as he pressed close to your tear-stained face.

“Mm,” Heeseung soothed you, kissing your tears away, “And you’re so, so precious to me. You’re all mine, baby— Isn’t that right?”

“Mhm,” You hiccuped against his lips as his thumbs kneaded your puffy nipples, feeling like you were in a roller coaster of a dream.

There wasn’t a gleam of light in his eyes, yet you felt their heat consuming you. It felt natural to be held by him like this, with your sweaty chests pressed together and your ankles hooked at his lower back, breathing each other’s air.

It never felt like this before, for you.

Heeseung filled you to the brim with his cock once more, “Good girl.”

The mere stretch of his girth had you clenching erratically, and likewise, you had him on the verge of coming a second time which was a feat in itself. Each quick drag of his cock along your walls was a solace; it made his balls spasm, and he found his thrusts growing more chaotic by the second. To be able to feel you uninhibited like this was a pleasure he couldn’t have fathomed, ever.

“Bet you can’t even imagine how good you’re making my cock feel right now—“

Heeseung was so big, and never even came close to slipping out of you when he’d swiftly wind his hips up only to slam back in. Since his cock made you feel as if you’d burst, his tip kissed the deepest parts of your insides and made you feel completely inundated by his obsession to ruin you.

“Think you’re gonna be able to walk up in front of the class without looking like you got fucked every which way?”

You shook your head vigorously. He loved the way you tugged the damp hair at his nape harshly as a warning and could tell his words were getting to you.

“I know, baby.”

“H-Heeseung—” You felt your tummy start to tense up, and your clit throb madly, “Ah-aah—”

“That’s it, beautiful—“

There was no need to say a word beyond his name, Heeseung knew you were ready. His deft fingers stroked your sensitive clit with precision, and he watched you come undone on his cock with rapt attention, like the most fascinating visual treat was unfolding before him.

You were so entrenched in pleasure that you couldn’t utter a single word; white blinded your vision as your head fell back, and you felt Heeseung secure you as you seized around him, toes curling in your sneakers.

With a yank, the collar of your sweatshirt slipped over your shoulder, and you felt him sink his teeth into the side of your neck— swore you heard a deep growl rip from his throat across your skin. It didn’t hurt at all, it just made you feel so weak.

Heeseung knew he could count on you going utterly limp, and he stuffed you silly with his cock until his creamy cum spilled and sweetened your insides. His own limbs threatened to give out from the force of his release, but he braced himself over you with heavy pants until you tugged him down, wanting to feel his comforting weight on you.

He groaned but cherished your embrace and swallowed your pleased sighs with a kiss that made it known you were loved. Heeseung licked over your bruised, glistening skin and murmured your name.

“I’m really proud of you, baby, I know that was a lot. How do you feel?”

A single groan was your only response as you kept your eyes shut tight from pure exhaustion and bliss.

“___.” Heeseung insisted on hearing your voice.

“I’m fantastic…” That earned you a smile from him.

Satisfied, Heeseung removed your clenched fists from around his neck and held your wrists in place to snap a taut portion of the ribbon with his teeth. The release of pressure was a relief; your skin had subtle marks from the ribbon that would disappear within an hour, but Heeseung rubbed gently at the slight indents while looking you over.

“I’m not crazy,” Somehow you opened your eyes a smidge, head still pounding with dull pleasure, “You’re crazy.”

He kissed over your wrists and flushed knuckles. “Too crazy…?”

“No. No, I loved it. All of it,” You reassured him, already anticipating aches and pains.

“Was there anywhere I went overboard? You can always tell me, even if you think of something later.”

Heeseung pulled out slowly, and you watched as his warm cum oozed out of your entrance, pooling onto the table by your ass. He wore a teasing smile as he made sure to spread his cum over your pussy and then give it a light slap.

You shuddered at the sensation. If he wasn’t careful, he’d definitely turn you on again.

“Oh my god. Um, uh…”

You were able to breathe easy when he returned to cleaning you up as gently as possible with a pack of wipes he unearthed from his bag.

“I really liked it all. It’s fun putting up a fight when you boss me around,” He snorted when you playfully tapped under his chin, “I guess you could always stand to be a little meaner to me, Hee.”

“Really? We’ll have to chat about that then,” He proposed.

“Sure… Mm,” You twitched as he dabbed a fresh wipe between your sticky thighs. Heeseung noticed and squeezed your thigh comfortingly.

“Don’t bother trying to move for the next five minutes. I’ll clean up here, then let’s get you something to eat.”

“Okay. Don’t you have work?” While you rearranged your clothing, you glanced out the window overlooking the campus and couldn’t believe the sun had already set. At least a couple of hours must’ve passed.

Heeseung scurried about the room to gather his shirt and the abused textbooks he’d discarded in the heat of the moment.

“I took today and tomorrow off for finals. I’m all yours.”

Heeseung knew exactly what to say to make your face warm.

You reached for a macaron off to the side and licked at the filling as your legs dangled over the edge of the tabletop. “Then can we pick up Thai and eat at your place? You still owe me some feedback on my project.”

“Yes. We can do anything you’d like.”

“Can I shower with you and sleep over again?”

Heeseung paused in his tracks and flashed you a knowing smile, “I’d like that a lot.”

You swiped his sweaty bangs away from his brown eyes that somehow still had a touch of naïveté in them and kissed him with a mouthful of buttercream. After several seconds, the books slipped from his grasp onto the floor, but neither of you flinched.

The two of you parted only to stare at each other in heat until you traced at his lower lip and he licked at the tips of your delicate fingers, placing kisses on each one— an ardent expression of devotion blended with desire.

All that you’ve ever wanted.

“Wouldn’t you, baby?”

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A/N CONT.

Waaah, I loved writing this fic so much, almost as much as I love Heeseung. Please like, reblog or leave feedback if you enjoyed! Comments are always greatly appreciated 💗

For Hee’s characterization, I wanted to capture the different facets of what I think makes him loveable, and I adore how he came to life here. I reworked this fic a lot until I was satisfied. About 5 months has passed since I started working on this, and since then I’ve been working on my career, questioned my life choices because of it, wanted to give up in general, turned 24 (HELP), slept way too much, saw Enha 3x and got a flying kiss from Hee! 😵‍💫

Maybe I’ll share some concert photos bc he’s fucking stunning (they all are) and they put on a sublime performance through and through.

Anyways, I’m still figuring out life like the rest of you are. Woo.

Even though I write fiction and smut for fun, I wanted to make sure this was still a quality read with hopes to inspire more people to write about what fulfills them first and foremost. Before I abruptly left for a while, I felt a weird pressure from this site to perform and it hampered my creativity, making me super self-conscious. I think a lot of people can relate. I don’t want to sweat it though, because that can take the fun out of things.

Thus, any future fic posts will be like today’s; less frequent and more intentional when I’m ready. If you don’t mind that, feel free to stick around for the ride (a lot of you already do understand and I’m grateful). I’ll probably lurk a bit more here again since I’ve always liked Tumblr more than any other platform, you guys are my preferred deranged people heheh.

I did write NIIY so that I can continue Hee’s + MC’s story if I ever wanted to. If you followed me over half a year ago, then you know I lost all my fic drafts. Well, by a fucking miracle, I managed to recover everything just last week from my deleted google drive which is a MAJOR WIN. There’s a pretty obvious hint about what one of my next AU fics might be which was in my old drafts, but I’ll give more of an update of future fics when they’re closer to being finished which is likely months out.

If you ever want writing advice or just wanna talk Enha/recc fics feel free to tag or message me. 🙂⚰️

— P.

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lix-ables · 1 year

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⌗ rich boy things – hyunjin + car sex .

🥡 smut includes, fem!reader, dry humping, hand jobs (while he’s on the phone with his father), mentions of ruined orgasms (because he absolutely loves teasing the shit out of you), lovesick + pussy drunk hyunjin, etc etc. word count: 971. (MINORS DNI.)

💌 note: its been a while but hihi, im back!! i was initially going to post something else??? but this has been in my drafts since april

©lix-ables 2022. consider leaving comments and feedbacks !! happy reading ‹33

hyunjin was annoyingly pretty and he knew it, so sneaking around on the campus way past your curfew can be excused, right?

here you were in his car’s passenger seat with your hand wrapped around his dick while he was on an important call. how did you know that? because he told you it was his father, and still your fingers played with the tip, your palm resting under your chin as you watch him shut his eyes.

his other hand moves to wrap around the wrist that was currently busy, and he turns to look at you. “yes dad, i understand,” he sighs and replies. “no im not out racing. i’m with the boys. panting? have you thought maybe it's your hearing?” hyunjin clears his throat and shifts in his seat, making your hand fall on his thigh. but that gave you even more of a reason to stroke him instead of just touching him. a little teasing wouldn’t hurt no one. your thumb rubs circles on his tip before wrapping your whole hand around it, earning a small grunt from him.

“listen i need to go. they need my help with something. yes, i’ll call you tomorrow.”

“you like what you see don’t you, darlin’?” hyunjin’s voice stops you from your task, and makes you look at him. he stares at you, smiling before setting his phone in his jacket pocket.

his hand finds your bare thigh and you curse yourself for wearing pj shorts while it was cold outside. “i thought i told you the call was important,” he mumbles, his fingers snaking all the way up to the hem of your shirt and tugging it toward him. “i want this off,” he nods at your shorts, and you bite your lip in frustration. “i thought we were here to talk,” a whimper leaves your throat when he pulls you to him. “we’re talking. this is good communication, don’t you think?” you let him pull you onto his lap, and you struggle out of your shorts in the process. “i was getting ready for bed, it’s way past curfew what if someone –” hyunjin presses a kiss to your lips, his hands wrapped around your waist and it just dawns to you, that his dick is still out, and is now between the two of you. “no one is going to come here, and you know that,” he smiles again, his finger twirling around a strand of hair that wasn’t held together by the band.

you hum in response, the chill breeze making goosebumps form on your bare skin and you grind against hyunjin’s dick. you’re probably going to have to buy new underwear but fuck it. “this again? and you said you wanted to talk,” he smirks, tugging on the strand of hair in his hand, and his fingers find your shirt, pulling it up so he has more access. your hand wraps around his wrist when you feel him move your underwear aside, and he clicks his tongue. “baby, let me in hmmm? it’s not fair that only you get to do the teasing. it works both ways. besides, no one’s around so i could probably edge you say, four to five times? i’m sure you can take it yeah? because i sure as hell want to see that tight and pretty pussy of yours clenching around my fingers when i don’t let you come.” hyunjin tilts his head to look at you, he shifts the material a bit more before resting two fingers to your clit, and pinches it a little. your thighs shudder at the feeling and he leans back against the seat. “you’d beg me to let you come, but you won’t. you like it too much hmm?”

you nod and his hand reaches down and finds the adjustment lever at the side and moves the seat back a bit more, so there is space for both of you. “when i didn’t see you in class today, i thought something had happened,” he mumbles as he moves his free hand to stroke his dick, bringing it closer to your entrance. “i missed you today, doll.” hyunjin’s fingers work on rubbing random patterns to your clit and you feel yourself getting even wetter than you were ten minutes ago.

“you were supposed to come pick me up, idiot,” you lean forward close to his ear and press a small kiss to his neck. your hands hold onto his shoulders, your nails digging into the leather jacket that he was wearing before going back to grind against his dick.

“just the tip, i swear,” he rests his head at the crook of your neck, his free hand now holding you close to him as you move faster against him. you’re breathing faster now and your fingers come to rub your clit, applying more friction. “baby, let me –” hyunjin swears, his hand shivering and you turn your head to the window – it’s drizzling. the sound of rain muffling out your moans and hyunjin’s swears as he manages to guide your hips toward him, his tip close to your pussy, before entering just a little. “that’s it baby, fuck.”

his hands rest at your lower back, his fingers slowly pulling up your shirt from the back as you ride against him. you’re mumbling something about having a real talk after this, but all hyunjin can hear is your whines and whimpers as he pulls himself out just to replace his dick with his fingers.

“you’re coming on my tongue and my dick once we get to your room,” he grunts, feeling your walls clench around his fingers. “not yet, darlin’. hold it for me.” with his fingers now buried inside you, and your body grinding up against his palm, hyunjin meant what he said. teasing works both ways.

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jungwnies · 1 year

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syn ' he was having a bad day, and unfortunately takes it out on you. how does it end? pairing ' bf!taehyun x gn!reader

496 words

you and taehyun never fight, and that’s not an understatement.

he is always level headed, and never tries to argue with you. there are never even any petty fights.

except for today, he just was not having it. he’s stressed, he’s preparing for the japanese comeback, and he’s just super worked up because he wants the fans to see the best of the best.

usually when he’s stressed out, you don’t really bother him, just simple questions like, “have you eaten,” “do you need anything,” and things like that.

so that’s what you did, when he walks into the house you ask, “did you eat yet?”

taehyun shakes his head and walks straight into the bathroom, which he never does.

you didn’t think much of it considering you know how anxious and stressed he’s been recently, but when he goes into the kitchen scavenging for food you can’t help but ask him what he wants to eat.

“god y/n, i don’t fucking know, stop asking so many questions.” he didn’t yell it, he didn’t shout it, he didn’t even raise his voice, but he said it extremely stern.

you were taken aback and sat back down on the couch ignoring him, he continued to look for food while you sat on the couch watching tv, a bit awkwardly.

you didn’t want to confront him, and you decided to let him have a few minutes to himself to calm down.

eventually he walks into the bedroom with a snack, you didn’t really want to follow him into bed, so you grabbed an extra pillow and blanket from the closet and set up the couch.

taehyun sat in the room alone wondering where you were, and he regretted what he said to you. he was hungry, he was upset, and he was stressed, but that was no excuse for how he acted.

when he walked out the bedroom to go apologize, he saw you sleeping soundly on the couch.

his heart couldn’t help but ache at the sight of you cramped up on the couch, he sat in front of you on the floor and brushed the hairs from your face. he accidentally wakes you up, and you grumble.

“y/n, i’m sorry, will you come to bed with me?” he whispers slowly, taking the blanket off you.

the cold air hitting your skin woke you up slightly, “next time, will you talk to me about your stressors, instead of snapping?” you ask, very quietly.

taehyun kisses the top of your head, “of course, i’m so sorry y/n.”

you smile and stand up and taehyun walks with you to the bedroom, “i can’t sleep without you next to me.” he whispers as you get into bed comfortably. taehyun lays beside you and wraps you in his warmth, “it’ll never happen again, i promise.”

you nod and fall quickly back sleep in his arms.

taehyun admires your feature as you sleep and whispers, i’m such a fool.

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thepersonnamedsam · 11 months

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tiktoks on the paddock

pairing: genz!driver x '23!grid

summary: tiktoks about the paddock are fun

word count: 873

warnings: none

note: enjoy :) it’s a bit short…

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The paddock, a place where many things are happening all at once. And phew, for y/n it’s like a feast for content. She loves filming everything and collecting memories. Her TikToks are an absolute favourite by the fans. Loving the content of all the drivers and her.

At the Australian GP, where she finally met Danny again, she wanted to do a TikTok with him. „Please Danny, please do a TikTok with me. I don’t even have to post it, it’s just for me and you“, she pleaded with puppy-dog-eyes and how could anyone ever say no to that face. „Alright, what do we have to do?“ - „Let’s do that one.“

Just guess how many tries it took to finally have a good result. 27 tries, 27! Daniel kept laughing or people would walk in and they had to restart the whole thing.

„Daniel Joseph Ricciardo, please be serious!“ - Oh oh, y/n just called me by my full name, this can’t be good“, he muttered. „Just try please“, she begged him. She loved his laugh, but he did it every time. Okay, she had laughed for the first few tries as well, only because he had laughed, but still.

And then Lando walked in: „Whatcha guys doin?“, y/n did not seem impressed. „Lando, you just walked into our TikTok and now we have to start again, do you know how long this takes?“, her voice serious and stern. Lando put his hands above his head and surrendered. He kind of wanted to ask to be apart of the TikTok, but as soon as he saw the look on her face, he didn’t.

As they finally managed to make a decent take, she was so happy. Doing her happy dance like she did as a little child. Daniel couldn’t help but laugh, the younger driver was just adorable. „Thank you Danny!“ She went and hugged the reserve driver. „Aw, you’re very welcome, y/n.“

And she always did a ‚get ready with me for paddock‘ TikTok, the fans love it.

„Okay guys, hello and welcome to my GRWM for the Miami GP! I am so excited! The Americans always make this huge deal out of the grand prix‘s and we’ll see how it’ll turn out this year.“ She looked into the camera of her phone, seeing her own figure. „Let’s see, I know that Lewis is gonna wear a sequinned purple jumpsuit, should we match him or do our own thing?“ Her hands were both placed on the sides of her head, squishing it, as if this would produce more ideas.

She didn’t pack that many outfits, only recently gotten into fashion, because of Lewis, duh. But you could describe her style as 70s or early 80s kind of pop-rock style, with some floated pants and vintage pieces. It wasn’t unique, she knew that, but it was what made her comfortable in her own body, thats the main reason why she wore it.

„The temperature will be high today and I don’t feel like sweating before the race. I will do that enough during. Hmm, let’s look.“

„I think I’m gonna go with these pants“, she held up some blue pleaded pants. „Yes ohh, and definitely my Rolling Stones shirt. It looks like something Harry would wear!“ That shirt was probably as old as her, she bought it in an old vintage store in Vegas in 2022.

„Oh and maybe Lily has some nice shoes for me and a bag! Let’s go ask her!“ She took the phone off the nightstand and stormed out of her hotel room. She lightly knocked on Alex‘ room and he opened. „Hey y/n, what can I do for ya?“ - „Is Lily here?“, she didn’t even said hello to him. He was taken back for a moment, but he already knew that his girlfriend was higher on y/n‘s list. „Uh yeah, she’s here.“ She pushed him aside and went into the hotel room.

„Lily, say hi to my TikTok“, she pointed her phone at the chines golfer. The spoken to just waved and looked a bit confused. „Lily, my dear, I want to wear these pants and that shirt, do you have some shoes for me?“ She looked at the older girl. „Yes, I have the perfect shoes and a bag that would look so lovely on you“, Lily was excited, always wanting to dress up the young driver.

She gave her some brown faux leather shoes with a little bit of heel. And a brown bag. She also found a hat that would look good on her. Together with some accessories, y/n was ready for the paddock (and finished with her TikTok).

Later that day, the media talked about her outfit and how it looks like something Harry Styles would wear. She was happy to see that they saw who inspired the whole look.

She didn’t do the GRWM often, but what she did was the whole trend stuff, sign her up for some funny filters, who’d she pick to be her Hogwarts Parents or some stupid dances she saw on her For You Page. She was obsessed with TikTok. She usually spent two hours before she went to sleep on TikTok. But who doesn’t.

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elizabethwritesmen · 3 months

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The Devil Wears Lace

chapter 1 : July 2, 2022

pairing: simon “ghost” riley x reader

summary: you obviously weren’t expecting someone to kidnap you after your shift at the bar that night. even moreso, you weren’t expecting them to want to kill you. but the thing you weren’t expecting the most was the masked man who saved you.

warnings: 18+ for eventual smut, kidnapping, violence, talk of unaliving the reader, dark themes throughout this whole series, leg injury, talk of being tied up and drugged, i think that’s everything but let me know if i missed something!

a/n: this chapter is basically the prologue, so it’s super short but gives necessary background info (:

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July 2, 2022

I don’t remember much. In fact, I don’t remember anything clearly after being taken.

What had happened was, I was walking to my car after my shift at the bar ended. I happened to be parked on the side, in the alley. There, three men were waiting for me. Waiting to take me.

I put up a fight, really and truly, I did. I think I even gave them a run for their money considering they were all quite large compared to me. I punched, and scratched, and bit what I could. But they overpowered me, and one of them hit me on the head with something. Who knows what? Doesn’t matter.

Since then, I’d been fading in and out of consciousness. The first time was on the ride there. I’d been shoved in the back of a van with several boxes, wedged in between them like some kind of cargo. The driver hit a turn way too sharp and slung one of them onto its side, the contents emptying onto me. One of the things in there was a small safe with sharp edges. It slammed into my ankle, breaking the skin and cutting deep. I instantly woke up, screaming, red hot pain searing through my entire leg, and they pulled over somewhere. One of them crawled into the back with me, and I tried to resist him but I was tied up with my arms behind my back. I even kicked at him, but there was only so much I could do with one good foot.

“Shut the fuck up!” he growled, taking a syringe out of his pocket and forcefully twisting me so he could shove it into my arm.

The next time, I was in a warehouse. Everything was dark and blurry, shapes fading together. I felt… wrong. Woozy, like I’d been drinking. Then I momentarily remembered the syringe and realized that thought wasn’t too far off. There was probably something in my system to keep me docile. That only lasted for a second before I was out again. Then again I just barely faded into a conversation two men I’d not yet seen were having in front of me.

“We’ve got to wait until the 4th or it won’t work,” one raised his voice at the other, tensions high.

“I say we kill the bitch now. She’ll be worth just as much dead as she will be alive.”

“You don’t know that!”

Everything went black again. I couldn’t even manage to panic about the fact that I was probably going to die. What day did I get snatched? I thought it was the 30th of June. How long had I been there?

I don’t remember waking up again at all, until a loud sound rocked the building. My eyes cracked open, vision still shaky, to see men rushing in. A fight ensued between them and my many captors. I watched as intently as I could manage as they took each one of them down, police arresting them all.

A man rushed my way. I couldn’t see him clearly until he was right in front of me, tall and large and… masked.

Strange.

I tried to scoot away from him, scared he was going to hurt me in my drugged up state, and he spoke softly as not to frighten me further.

“It’s okay, I’m here to take you somewhere safe.” I stayed wary, eyes focusing in on him. I had to focus in on him. If I didn’t, he just looked like a blob. “They’ve got you fucked up good,” he commented, then asked, “Will you let me cut off these ropes?”

I nodded and he leaned down, slicing through the binds on my ankles, careful of the wound that was looking worse for wear from being ignored. “Can you stand?” He asked, and when I didn’t respond, he tutted. “Let’s try.” He picked me up from under my arms, placing me on my feet.

Fuck if that wasn’t the worst pain I’d ever felt. I cried out as pressure was placed, falling into him in the least graceful way possible. His arms secured themselves around me, placing me gently back on the ground.

“That’s okay, you don’t have to stand,” he hummed, kneeling behind me to cut the ropes off of my hands. I relaxed my entire body, relieved to have mobility back. “Put this on,” he commanded, slipping his jacket off and handing it to me. I furrowed my brows, looking down to see my clothes were in tatters, ripped to shreds just about. The low cut T shirt with my work’s logo on it was completely open and the matching skirt was half off. My bra and panties were on full display, light hitting the lace perfectly. I gasped, grabbing the warm fabric from him and trying to put it on. I was too weak, though, so he had to do it for me. He zipped it up, and once he was satisfied with my modesty, he hauled me into his arms, carrying me out of the building. I started to slip out of consciousness again, my mind still foggy from whatever was in my veins. The last thing I remembered seeing was him, walking away.

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totaly-obsessed · 5 months

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Hi first off all I don’t know who you write for but could you maybe write something about pregnancy with Niamh Charles or Maya Le Tissier???

Picture Time

Niamh Charles x reader request

-> Going through pregnancy with Niamh

-> @anon hope you like it! It is a bit shorter than I wanted to but I ran out of ideas

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“Baby, please! Just stand up straight against that wall!” Niamh has been trying to convince you to take pictures for a month now.

A month ago you had finally gotten a positive pregnancy test, and ever since confirming with doctors, your fiancé was obsessed with getting you in front of a wall. “That sounds like I’m a prison inmate baby.”

The sly smirk on her face was nothing new – any time you said something remotely sensual, or something she could misinterpret she turned into a horny teenage boy. “Oh! Didn’t know that you had a role-play kink, baby. So you’re the inmate – what am I the hot police officer?” You couldn’t swat her wandering hand fast enough, letting out an annoyed huff. “Don’t lie baby – you would kill to see me in a uniform and I know it.”

Her cocky stance changed immediately when you tried to get away from the empty wall. “No wait! I’m sorry!” Kiss after kiss was pressed on your forehead while she grabbed your wrists, gently maneuvering you back into position – one side facing the wall, the other facing Niamh. “I’ll take one picture every week and watch you two grow!” That was fine in itself but you didn’t understand why that had to happen in your underwear.

The footballer tried to calm your nerves down again and again once she knew of them – of course, your body was changing, how could it not? But to her, you looked perfect, you started to show just a little and both of you had noticed once she had made you stand in front of the wall.

While Niamh was ecstatic throughout the first months, you started to get nervous.

Niamh however, was very useless when it came to the nerves “Just don’t stress about it – relax, baby!” she had said when you told her about your fears. “I have a small human being depending on me to grow strong and healthy for a whole nine months, what’s to stress about, right?” Your snappy response was enough for her to realize, that you really did mean it, you were scared.

The defender realized that her life hadn’t changed all that much ever since you had gotten pregnant – but yours was completely different than before, and she became a lot more understanding.

Everything hurt, you started to swell up and gain weight, and your hormones were in overdrive – driving you both crazy. Quite a few people started to distance themselves from you, a lot of them being old friends who didn’t want anything to do with children, and others who were just disappointed that you didn’t want to hit the night scene anymore. “So what if you’re pregnant – you can still come!” One of them had actually said that, and she accused you of being selfish when you explained, that you just couldn’t go to clubs right now – no matter how much you wanted to.

You also had to give up a lot of food, that Niamh started to obsess over once she realized that some things just weren’t good for the baby growing inside of you. “Carbs, coffee, dairy… this kid better be real sweet for everything I had to give up.” Yeah – breakfast had changed a lot and it was now up to your fiancé to make it, as she desperately tried to ignore your whines for coffee.

But she was your rock throughout the whole pregnancy – she never invalidated your feelings and she was always happy to just be with you, no matter what state you were in, helping you through the pain and making you laugh so much that “I just peed myself a little.” Was not an uncommon sentence in your home.

Winning the FA Women’s Super League 2022/23 was huge for Niamh, but it was even better to see you after the match – with a round belly, carrying your child. “We did it, baby!” She was so excited as she was trying to scream over the noise of the crowd, climbing into the friends and family section, and pulling you into a deep, passionate, and bruising kiss. “You did it, baby!”

But after the initial hugs and kisses you noticed the smell – usually you didn’t care but having a sensitive stomach was a bitch. “Baby I love you, but please don’t come close to me until you’ve had a shower or I’ll puke on you.” Everyone in your vicinity laughed at your pouting girlfriend, but they quickly stopped once you wouldn’t hug them either – until Millie ushered them into the changerooms.

After winning the league there were a couple of formalities to go through – such as taking professional pictures with the trophy – and smitten as Niamh was, she took you with her. Both of you had picked a gorgeous dress to match Niamh’s stunning blue suit. Everything was going absolutely fine until it came to the shoes.

“Fuck this!” Sam swears she has never seen Niamh faster than that. “What? What is it?”

“I can’t see the ground anymore, my stomach is so big and I can’t get these dumb shoes on!” With a soft coo, your fiancé started to wipe the frustrated tears away, that were making their way down your cheeks. “Awwwh, baby. You’re absolutely fine.” She helped you into the shoes and pulled you up.

After a few kisses and calming back rubs, you were fit to leave the room, seeing Niamh’s teammates eying you with concern. “Everything’s fine guys! It is just that growing a human being is really hard.”

Both Niamh and you were counting down the days to your due date – your fiancé’s ever-growing picture collection on her phone being the most watched thing she had on there while you literally crossed off days on the calendar, getting nervous when you started to see the circled one.

Just a couple more weeks to go.

“Baby I think we should start thinking about the birth plan by now.”

“Oh, I have a plan. Get her out.”

#woso x reader #woso imagine #woso #woso imagines #engwnt x reader #lionesses x reader #niamh charles x reader #niamh charles #chelsea wfc x reader

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desmond69miles · 2 years

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I don’t know if you like- still work here but can I rq a Judd x reader sfw hcs? Like how he’d be in a relationship? Also I love ur work <3333

im so late i think im preganaet

i finally got a new keyboard so I can write easier hehehehehehehe and it makes really nice clicky noises

[-: judd is not a fan of love affirmations or praises. (besides sexually, and still very minimal.) it’s not that he doesn’t like you, or that he doesn’t care, he just prefers to use actions rather than words.

[-: relating to the one above, you both call each other rude ass names. Bitch, whore, fucker, etc etc. His parents were concerned until you jokingly bit back. his parents fell in love with you when you threatened him with equally nasty things, putting him back in his place.

[-: I’m getting off topic but his parents fr fr love you. they basically stalk judd until you come over and then his mom basically kidnaps you while his dad acts you all of these questions and judd is just like “don’t fucking dare you old ass nutfucks.”

[-: he’s the stereotypical “I hate everyone but my s/o” type boyfriend, and lives up to it shamelessly.

[-: raccoon cuddles!!!! you spoil them soo much but judd is just like “don’t feed those fat fucks their already taken cared of.”

[-: you both get high/drunk together and absolutely demolish some poor persons car.

[-: nick is of course in love with you, as usual. it’s like jessi’s obsession with judd, but its you instead. like, your older, your hot, and you don’t want to kill him? ugh please marry him. judd hates when you hang out with his siblings instead of him, he just wants to have you all for himself hehe

[-: OMFG DID YOU SEE JUDDS GF IN THE NEW SEASON??? THAT GIRL MAKE ME WANNA GO STRAIGHT

[-: speaking of which jessi has a 20 point plan on how to get rid of you so judd can be hers.

[-: burh jessi is so passive aggressive about the relationship. she 100% steals the shirts you got from judd.

[-: yall’s relationship is fairly aggressive. “play” fighting, biting, and you both fight a lot... but thanks to his parents (judds spite for his parents) get you back together again.

[-: you’d patch him up after he got into a fight, or when he got injured training the raccoons. your his own little goth nurse hehe

[-: im sorry im watching season 6 of bm and i’m so confused on the fuck is happening this is so confusing

[-: he’d be whipped? I feel like he’d be whipped in his own special way. violent, yes, but also sweet in his sick and sadistic way.

*ask box open!*

vergilsladyfriend 2022. do not repost without permission. reblogs are appreciated!

#judd birch x reader #judd birch smut #judd x reader #big mouth x reader #big mouth smut

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spir1tfar3r · 1 year

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twisted wonderland boys confessing to you <3

sort of a part two to this

Your relationship with them is.. a bit confusing. Everyone that saw you together would assume that the two of you were dating by how you both treated and acted around each other. Hell even the two of you kind of assumed the relationship was past being only friends at this point. At some point, you gathered the courage to ask and confirm what you were to each other and they seemed so relieved that you took the initiative. Sheepishly, they admitted their feelings for you and wanted to actually be your partner but they weren’t sure how to bring it up when you both were already actually like a couple.

— Kalim Al-Asim, Silver, Ruggie Bucchi

You were absolutely not supposed to find out before they were ready. But they weren’t necessarily expecting to run into you while they were asking for advice on how to ask you out. The two of you stood in awkward silence as their friend excused themself to let you two talk (and also tell others what happened). Eventually, they finally worked up the courage to speak and confessed, apologizing in the middle because it wasn’t as romantic as they were wanting to make it.

— Deuce Spade, Epel Felmier, Idia Shroud

They deadass just ask you out the next time they see you. Maybe they’ll have a gift for you, maybe they won’t, they sure as hell don’t know yet. They had absolutely no plan with this and regretted not planning it as they were confessing.

— Sebek Zigvolt, Ace Trappola, Jack Howl, maybe malleus and lilia

Has the most thought out plan and it is so god damn sweet. They’ll disguise this as a regular hangout, even though that came with the risk of you being busy or something (Grim) would get in the way. Luckily enough, you were completely free and you could come over the day they planned. The set up isn’t as grand as something Vil could’ve done but it was still impressive and they made sure to have your favorite things. As the hangout concluded, they confessed their feelings, and seeing them get a bit nervous when it was quite obvious that you liked them back was worth paying Ace and Deuce to keep grim busy.

— Trey Clover, Jade Leech, Jamil Viper, Malleus Draconia

Much like the ones before, they also had their confessions planned and ready to go. The difference between the two groups? This shit was going to be perfect. They had your favorite things, made you dinner and it was candle lit!!! They were so completely ready for this moment but of course, something just had to go wrong and derail the entire thing. Even though they didn’t confess the moment they originally planned, they bit the bullet and expressed their feelings for you at your door after walking you home.

— Vil Schoenheit, Rook Hunt, Cater Diamond

Listen, this was not how they planned on confessing to you. They weren’t exactly sure how they were going to do but getting into a petty argument after you humored someone flirting with you was not the ideal plan. At some point in the argument you had asked why it mattered so much to them and that finally set them off and they angrily admitted that they were upset because they had feelings for you. Definitely avoided you for a few days after but eventually they ask if the two of you can sit down to properly talk about it and they may confess again.

— Leona Kingscholar, Azul Ashengrotto

Ok so technically, they asked if you’d be their date to an event before they actually confessed to you. They had planned on confessing sooner but when they heard about the event, they saw it as the perfect opportunity and wanted to use it. Oh wait, did i say they asked you to be their date? My bad. They accidentally forgot to ask you to come as their date and made it sound like you two were only attending as friends. They were worried of overstepping any of your boundaries the entire time and you took notice on how off they seemed during the night. They do, however, confess whenever they take you home and even apologize for not asking sooner (or confirming that they wanted this to be a date in the first place)

— Riddle Roseheart, Lilia Vanrouge, Floyd Leech

taglist: @astro-pioneer <3

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buckets-and-trees · 1 year

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Consort

Fandom: MCU Characters/Pairings: Namor x female!Reader Word Count: 2.3k

Summary: Diplomatic fraternization is never easy and situations can turn on a dime. When you accompany your father to negotiate future ties between your two underwater kingdoms, one mistake changes everything.

Content Warnings: SMUT, thigh riding

Additional Notes: Before this week it had never even as a WHIM come across my radar to write anything Namor. But two-almost-three-days ago @artsynellyyy shared a ridiculously gorgeous unfinished piece of art she was working on, asked for some input, and it spurred a plot concept that just GRIPPED my brain and had me feeling THINGS. I don’t think I will be writing a lot of Namor, but I do know there’s certainly a part two to this because…there’s more story for these two in my head. There’s a particular moment that exists for them that as this developed, I knew could not happen yet for them, it would’ve been too rushed. So… just… Happy fourth installment of the 2022 Holiday Extravaganza!

A/N 2: Be gentle! This is my first attempt at Namor. I did some canon diving and research, but I did not dive deep into the Namor fandom because I didn’t want to get too influenced about established patterns or too intimidated about what’s already out there. Honestly kind of terrified to publish this one, so just... jumping out of the airplane and pulling the parachute okay bye.

“Let us speak without pretense,” the king of Talokan’s voice resonates powerfully through the throne room. “Tell me why you sought private audience with me today, Hamal.”

Standing at the right hand of your father, you observe the way he draws his shoulders up just a fraction more, the way his nostrils flare just before he speaks again. “Fine, I will speak plainly, Namor. Your recent dealings with the surface, particularly with the kingdom of Wakanda, is concerning to the kingdom of Fourchon.”

“Why should it concern you?” Namor patiently humors the conversation further, but you can read that the patience is wearing thin.

“King to king, I find it concerning because it calls into question whether we are moving into a state of volatility for all who dwell in the oceans, and I have no wish to see my people drawn into hostilities or war of any kind.”

“And you are here to ensure continued peace between our nations?”

“I am.”

Your heart isn’t racing, but the beats thrum more swiftly against your chest as you will this to go well.

“And what do you propose, Hamal? What does the kingdom of Fourchon possibly have to offer Talokan?”

There’s a moment of silence that hangs between the two rulers, then your father answers, “Her.”

Every muscle in your body seizes with dread, your heart skipping a beat. Your eyes widen, but every bit of diplomatic rearing mercifully allows you to keep your mouth from dropping open in complete shock.

“My daughter.”

You cannot look at either king, looking straight ahead to keep your composure, but you register the sharp change in Namor’s voice. “Fourchon is neither enemy nor ally to Talokan, and yet you come to my court with the arrogance of demanding peace between our countries when for more than three hundred years there has been nary a quarrel. Indeed, your small kingdom has meant nothing to me, an inconsequential player amongst underwater realms. We have maintained social civility only because you were not worth any more or less to me.

He pauses, and you can feel the tension rolling in waves off your father.

“Your offer is horrible, but I will give you what you came here to bargain and secure today for the sake of your people, despite the prideful blunder of their king. Now leave.”

You are desperate to acquiesce to Namor’s command after the humiliation of being offered first as a trinket or some form of tribute and then receiving by association a political rebuke, and you turn immediately to depart with your father.

“Not you, Princess,” his voice halts you.

You watch your father leave; he doesn’t look back at you or Namor.

“Come here,” the king of Talokan says.

You turn back to face him, squaring your shoulders and looking straight at him as you approach. Your father had asked for a private audience, and you are grateful for that as no one else saw the disaster that just took place.

He regards you openly. You focus on breathing evenly when all you want to do is flee from this room and let your emotions rage. When his gaze meets yours again, he tilts his chin and narrows his eyes ever so slightly.

“Do you not kneel for your king?”

Heat rushes from your chest up to flood your cheeks, and your throat feels thick with anger, but you manage to speak. “You are not my king.”

“Did I not accept the terms offered?”

“An offer you called horrible,” you say as you sink to your knees and bow your head as is customary.

“The offer, not you.”

Your head snaps back up at these words.

“And the offer was horrible in relation to you, not me.”

Your brow furrows in question.

“When your father made the overtures for this meeting, I asked my ambassador to share with me his outlook on your kingdom and your court.”

“You said we were inconsequential.”

“But an element that still exists.”

He evaluated the full landscape. You were under no illusions that the kingdom of your birth was small in comparison to Talokan or Atlantis, but he was a ruler who wasn’t fool enough discount the smaller players.

“My ambassador said,” he continues, “that your people love and respect you and that it is a loss to Fourchon that you were both second-born and a daughter of the throne instead of a son.”

Resentment spreads through your veins at these words. You’d fought the unrest of what you would not be able to do while also feeling confident in your brother’s ability to rule, that he’d proven himself worthy of his birthright.

“He said you were your father’s favorite.”

You had thought that, too. And yet… “How easily he would bargain me away would say otherwise.”

“It was clear you had no indication of his intent.”

A bitter laugh escapes your throat. “Truly. I thought he valued my presence, my counsel, even perhaps my help in diplomatic relations, but I was only a pawn.”

“No.”

You narrow your eyes and cock your head to the side.

“I think you are wrong. Stand, Princess.”

You rise slowly, with as much grace as you can.

He moves from the throne, stepping over the jaw that frames his seat of power, and moves down the steps toward you.

“In future you kneel for only me, no one else.”

You remain in your place as he slowly circles you.

“I did lecture your father for his arrogance on an improper read on the state of affairs, assuming Talokan would turn on Fourchon. However, as a king, I do not fault him for caring for the welfare of his people, or for overestimating the value of his kingdom,” he states, his voice warming with this admission. He comes to a stop in front of you. “And to negotiate safety and peace for his people?” He raises his right hand and draws his fingers down reverently along your jaw. “He offers you, his greatest treasure. He insinuates you are worth more than an entire kingdom.”

You open then close your mouth, unsure how to respond to this interpretation. Your eyes search his, but all you can see there is a resoluteness that he truly means what he’s just said. It’s disarming, and with the way your world fell out from under you only minutes ago, you’re unsure of what to trust now.

Namor radiates confidence, it rolls easily off him in waves, but when he takes a step closer, you can feel the heat of him. His fingers move over your shoulder and down the length of your arm, and you shiver but keep holding his gaze. Your instincts tell you that every moment in this room has been significant, it’s determining your future, every movement, every word, every observation.

He takes half a step closer, only a whisper of space between you now, and you hold your ground. He almost smiles, then he turns away, seizing your hand and leading you up the stairs of the dais, and you quickly lift your skirts so you can ascend quickly behind him. Up close you can admire the artistry of the jaw that encases his throne. Like him, it’s charming, beautiful, and dangerous, each intricate designs carved into the bone, and the teeth replaced with jade stones.

“Your father was right to anticipate a shift in my rule.”

“Oh?”

“I’ve been king of Talokan for centuries, but my dealings with Wakanda have me considering eventualities of the future.”

Namor takes steps over the jaw, then draws you carefully in with him, still holding your hand as you step over the mighty frame, before finally releasing it. He turns back to look out over the throne room and further the drop off to look out over the kingdom of Talokan, but angles himself slightly toward you as well, and you mirror him. It’s a breathtaking view, and you imagine it is an altogether different manner of beauty with the court or an audience of people called to convene. But like this, still and quiet, it’s ethereal.

“You will be my queen.”

“That’s a bold declaration.”

“You’ve been offered to me in exchange for a promise of peace for your people, would you renege?”

You close your eyes briefly but square your shoulders and shake your head.

“Now you can choose your course in this.”

“Enlighten me,” you can’t hold back, though you do manage to keep your voice even.

There’s a flicker of something in his eyes, but he’s speaking again before you can decipher it. “If I’m to have an heir, to secure the future, ensure stability for my people, I need a queen; but whether you merely bear my child or become my consort is something I cannot determine for you. I would prefer the latter.”

In the next second, he’s pulled you to his side and captured your lips in a kiss that is altogether slow and searing. His arm winds around your waist, bringing you flush against him, and your hands move of their own volition to rest on either side of his neck. Heat runs through your veins, and you know without question he could consume you.

You break off the kiss, but he respectfully retreats. He takes a seat on the throne, and you see he’s as breathless as you are.

But you broke off the kiss to ask the question that will haunt you if you don’t ask it.

“You’re truly ready to bind me to your side, just like that? You don’t even know me.”

“This is not a marriage of convenience. This is a marriage of opportunity.”

“I’m not–“

He holds up a hand to silence you, but it’s not in impatience, you can see that in his face, and he immediately says, “I will grant you that we do not know each other yet, but I know enough to know who you are. I have the trusted insight of my ambassador, but I also have accounts from people who have served and interacted with you here in my own kingdom these past two days, and biologically prolonged life or not, a king also doesn’t keep his crown or the respect of his people for as long as I have without being able to judge those around him well. You were taken by surprise today, but you are not naïve. You came to my court to be of counsel, serve, influence. Why should that not still be your fate?”

“A foreign princess?”

He shakes his head and holds his hand out to you. “A queen consort.”

You search his face again. This was the moment. You could not read any falseness, arrogance, or cruelty. Indeed, though he was surprising you with this swift and forthright proposition, your intuition doesn’t question him or his intentions.

You take the hand he presented, and he pulls you forward, placing his hands on your hips once you are close enough and guiding you to sit astride one of his powerful thighs, the rich fabric of your dress sliding up your legs. You place your hands on his shoulders to steady yourself.

“I want your mind, your body, and your soul,” he says, sealing it with your name, not your title.

“I want the same,” you say.

“You’re sure?”

“I need the same.” Being this close to him is both invigorating and steadying. The way he is looking at you, the way he is holding you, it’s also intimate and heated, and those feelings are amplified as he pulls you just a little closer.

“Then take what you need,” he commands in a tone that makes your heart soar and desire bloom in your stomach. He flexes his thigh against your core, and it spurs you to lean in and kiss him again, hungry for more.

He matches your eagerness. When his tongue seeks entrance, you open your lips, moaning. He begins rocking your hips back and forth over his thigh, and you know he can feel the heat and the wetness of the desire he’s stoked within you seeping through the silk of your underwear. As you take control of moving against him, his hands travel up your sides until he reaches your breasts, and his thumbs brush over the tender flesh. You both moan, him in approval, and you with pleasure. You’re swept away completely in all the sensations, in his passion, your body singing for him. He is a powerful force, one you will have to be sure to meet with your own spirit and fire so you aren’t lost. This union is for fulfilment for you both, not to be destroyed, diminished, or tossed away.

As you speed up, he drops one hand down to anchor on your hips, helping you grind down on his thigh. He keeps flexing it against you, and you whimper, head falling back.

“Keep going,” he growls against the column of your throat, kissing his way down to the sweet spot at the base of your neck. “I love the way your body is trembling; I can tell you’re so close.”

“Yes, Namor,” you keen.

“K’uk’ulkan,” he says, and your head snaps back up, eyes locking intensely with his.

“K’uk’ulkan,” you repeat – the invitation to use the more personal name drops the intimacy between you two to a deeper level.

You both move with a desperate frenzy now, you craving the release and him eager to give it to you, his lips searing every inch of the exposed skin available to him at your neck, collar bone, pulling at the neckline of your dress.

“So close,” you cry.

“Let go.”

And you do, tight coil of ecstasy peaking and releasing, you cling to him, and as your body begins to relax wish pleasure, you press your forehead to his, both of your eyes closed now, sealing the moment in your memory.

His hands are slowly running up and down your back. “Jach ma’alob,” he croons softly. “This is enough for now; there will be so much more, my queen.”

Jach ma’alob = very good

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lemon-boy-stan · 2 years

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"HIS” – LEE TAEYONG x READER.

summary: taeyong has been in love with the reader ever since kindergarten, but recently, the reader has been infatuated with someone else - his close friend johnny, who is known throughout the school as a notorious fuckboy. taeyong doesn’t believe johnny deserves you, and makes his views clear. is there more to his steeliness? or is he just being an asshole? genre: angst, smut, fluff. pairing: nct lee taeyong x reader; side nct johnny suh x reader.

warnings: mean!jealous yong, fuckboy!dickhead johnny, non-consensual consumption of alcohol (thanks, mark), conflicted reader, reader doesn’t know what she wants, reader fucks both johnny and taeyong, use of the word cunt once or twice, fingering, penetration, swearing, sexual refrences, mentions of incest (they watch game of thrones), angry yong.

a/n: so this is my first nct fic! it’s been a while since i’ve written smut and it’s like, 5k+ of porn lmao (yeah, it took me three days don’t judge meeee). it’s actually very sweet, towards the end. you’ll just have to take my word for it. feedback and comments are appreciated! copyright 2022 under @lemon-boy-stan. i do not allow my works to be copied, translated, or distributed in any form.

Taeyong rolled his eyes. Your jaw gaped open in disbelief as he said, "it's been only five minutes and you've still managed to bring up Johnny. Seriously, Y/N. Do you talk about anything else? Ever since Yuta's party…" another eye-roll.

A hurt expression crept its way onto your face, "I'm sorry. I just really like him. I don't really have anyone else to talk to about these things. I thought you were fine with it; it's okay. So, how's things with Jenny?"

Taeyong sighed now, "no, I'm sorry. You should be able to talk about people you like. And… she's fine, I guess. We broke up. A few days ago, actually. Gosh, has it been that long already?" Taeyong laughed heartlessly. You blinked in shock. "Jesus, Yong," you said softly, "I've been talking so much about my love life we never get to talk about yours. Are you okay? Did… what happened?"

Taeyong shrugged, "nothing all that bad. We just weren't in love anymore. She found someone else, I found…" he looked away, his voice drifting off.

"It's okay, Yongie," you said softly. "You've got me, right? I still love you." you did, and you meant it. You were sure you'd never stop loving him, but you knew it wasn't the kind of love he needed. He looked back at you and grinned, "yeah, I do. So, what did Johnny do now that you're so in love with him?"

And your eyes lit up sven though you blushed sheepishly, "he wore all black today. And he said hi to me." Taeyong chortled loudly, "oh my god, Y/N. You fucking simp." you gave him a seething look, "I'm the simp? You're the one who married me in kindergarten! And don't forget you proposed!" you shoved him lightly and he grinned again.

"Love birds!" shouted a loud, brash voice, "we have arrived!" Mark, Yuta, Haechan, Jaehyun and Johnny made their way over. Taeyong gave Johnny a sour look and took his tray, moving to the other side of the table and putting it down next to yours. Yuta's girlfriend, Rachel, came over to the table and sat down next to him, planting a kiss on his cheek.

"Hi, boys," she said cheerily, "Y/N. Johnny." she regarded the two of you separately, and Johnny curled his lip in that beautiful say he did as the two of you spoke synchronized, "hi Rachel." Yuta didn't appear to notice his girlfriend checking Johnny out. Taeyong did, though. And he scowled.

Mark was seeing how far he could throw wadded-up bits of paper at the other table. Haechan was filming it and snickering. Yuta and Rachel were attached to each other, and Johnny and Jaehyun were talking about a party that was happening on Thursday. It appeared that now Taeyong was ignoring you, and had taken an interest to scowling at Johnny's waterbottle.

Johnny turned to you from his conversation, "Y/N. Want to come over on Thursday?" and your heart flipped before your shoulders slumped. "Ah, sorry, I can't; I'm spending the night at -" and now Taeyong was paying attention again, "at my house." snapping the words, killing all hopes of future group conversations.

Mark snorted before looking down at his phone. Jaehyun closed his mouth awkwardly. Haechan turned back around to face the table. Yuta and Rachel detached themselves from each other. Obviously, there was some sort of feud going on that you didn't know about.

Rachel tutted softly before getting up, "alright, well, there's too much testosterone flying around," she looked at you pointedly, "I'm off. There's only a few minutes to the bell anyway." Yuta pouted, "babe." Rachel shrugged, looking again in your direction. He sighed defeatedly and shrugged.

Johnny scowled at Taeyong, "Jesus, okay man. Didn't know you were so keen to get your -" but Johnny didn't get to finish. Taeyong dove across the table, and Rachel stared in horror, shocked at the sudden outburst. Had the breakup really been that bad? Taeyong was never angry. He hated violence, despised conflict.

Yet still, there he was, gripping Johnny's shirt in his clenched fists. Your Taeyong, who cried in sad movies. Your Taeyong, who got yelled at multiple times to "grow up and be a man". This was not your Taeyong!

Mark sat back, affronted. "Ayo, man." Taeyong looked at him, a fire kindling in his eyes. "Chill the fuck out. People are looking." and it was true. Most of the heads in the cafeteria had turned. Taeyong scoffed, "I don't care." your eyes began to water, "Yongie. Don't." and Taeyong sighed, releasing Johnny. "Fine."

The bell rang, and the heads turned back to their tables, starting new conversations about a topic you were sure they were talking about. Taeyong took his tray and got up, "come on Y/N." you sucked in a breath as Johnny crossed his arms, "so you'll listen to your -" but Jaehyun snapped his head up, "shut up, Johnny." and Johnny scowled.

Mark got up too, "I'll come with you. Better accompany Mr. Angry over here before he decides to beat someone else up." that earned a laugh. Mark always knew how to break the ice. Taeyong glared at him, but at least most of the tension was gone.

Johnny, Jaehyun, Haechan and Yuta walked in the other direction, you were sure you heard Johnny muttering, "fucker must be menstruating or something," as they left.

You were at the hallway when you brought it up softly. You couldn't avoid the topic forever. "Yong…" your voice drifted off, "what was that?" Taeyong huffed steamily, "he's an asshole, that's all." you crossed your arms at this, "no he's not! I don't see what your problem with him is! You're never violent! You just suddenly…" your breath hitched. "Don't cry," snapped Taeyong bluntly, "I just don't think you should date him. He says disgusting things."

Your jaw dropped open again, "excuse me?" Taeyong didn't flinch. "There, I said it. He's an asshole and you shouldn't date him. He'll just break your heart. Haven't you seen the girls he sleeps with? You'll just be another one of his fucks." and the anger spread into your system. Who did he think he was? And that was what you said.

"EXCUSE YOU, LEE TAEYONG! YOU'VE GOT NO RIGHT TO TELL ME WHO I CAN AND CAN'T FUCK! YOU'RE NOT MY BOYFRIEND!" you clenched your fists, the fire in your eyes burning as Taeyong's expression turned stony. "You're right," he said coldly, "I'm not. Go on, then. Date him. See what it does to you." then he walked into the classroom and slammed the door.

Your body shook, and you shoved your head into your hands, but Mark caught you. "It's okay, it's okay," he said as you cried, and you realized that it was always Taeyong who comforted you.

Taeyong didn't speak to you for two days, and on Wednesday, the only time he came up to you was to cancel plans for Thursday. "Thursday's off," he spoke in the same cold tone as he had on Monday, "so you can go fuck Johnny if you want. I'm spending the night with Isabel."

The hurt crept into you, "but Thursday's our movie night." Taeyong didn't even so much as move, "I don't care." and you blinked back the tears, looking down. "Okay." someone came up behind you; put his arm around you.

"Come on, Y/N. Let's leave this asshole." oh. Johnny. "Fuck you," spat Taeyong. Johnny grinned, "sorry man. But I'm straight." you couldn't help but giggle softly at his words. Taeyong glared at him.

On Thursday after the bell rang, Johnny and the guys met you at your locker, though your shoulders slumped when you saw that Taeyong wasn’t there. Johnny put his arm around you again, “hey. Want a ride to my house?” and you grinned, “since you’re being so hospitalic.”

Johnny’s house was the same as yours, just a bit flashier and slightly bigger. Taeyong would’ve hated it. He was rich too, but his parents didn’t through around money. It was obvious that Johnny’s did. Taeyong would’ve found something rude to say about Mr. and Mrs. Suh even though they weren’t here. He got like that when he was in a mood.

Mark whistled lowly, “Damn, Johnny. PS5? And you still suck at gaming.” Johnny shrugged, “whatever, man.” he turned to you, “so, this is your movie night. What do you wanna watch?” you shrugged, remembering how you and Taeyong always watched Marvel movies on Thursdays, ever since you were kids.

“I don’t know,” you put on a smile, “whatever’s cool with you guys.” you sat down on the couch. Johnny turned on the TV and scrolled through: Netflix, Hulu, Disney Plus, Stan, Amazon Prime, Foxtel, YouTube and Binge. It seemed to be a trend to have every possible streaming service. Your parents had recently added Hulu to their eight-service streaming collection. They never used it.

“Binge,” murmured Jaehyun, “we should watch Game of Thrones.” like he hadn’t watched it ten times already. Mark grinned, though Haechan put his hands up. “Fuck off man. I’m not watching Game of Thrones; it’s too damn long. Besides, you’ll ruin sweet Y/N’s innocence.”

Johnny snorted, opening Binge. You frowned at Haechan’s words, “why? What’s wrong with Game of Thrones? Isn’t it like the Lord of the Rings?” Mark spat out his drink. Yuta scowled, “oh come on Y/N. Don’t tell me you don’t know that Game of Thrones has -”

“Okay!” shouted Johnny, “Game of Thrones it is.” it started out fine enough, just your average fantasy drama. It was a lot like Harry Potter, actually. And then - “OH MY GOD,” you covered your eyes, “oh my god, is that his sister? Jaehyun, is that his sister?” there was no way of hiding the red colour in your cheeks.

You were too embarrassed. How stupid were you? Mark swatted your hands away, “alright, they’ve stopped now.” you ignored the fact that he was laughing the words. “Why would anyone… THAT’S SO SICK! And they pushed that kid off the building so he wouldn’t see. I hope they die. Who fucks their sister?!” all the guys were laughing, even Haechan.

“Still think it’s like the Lord of the Rings?” grinned Jaehyun. You scowled at him, “no, it’s gross. I don’t wanna watch anymore.” Mark grinned, “it was kinda hot.” your mouth dropped open in horror and you shrieked loudly, grabbing a pillow and smacking him on the head with it. “Mark Lee! Don’t be disgusting!” but all Mark did was laugh, as you attacked him with the pillow.

“I’m being abused!” he screamed from the mountain of pillows, which the guys had helped in piling up, “I’m being abused!” you smacked the Mark-shaped lump with another pillow, “that’s what you get for being disgus - AHH!” someone strong had picked you up and off Mark and the mountain of pillows, lifting you high into the air.

Mark leapt up. “Saved! I have been saved! Come here, Choi Y/N…” but Mark was not fast enough. The person carrying you, Johnny, lifted you up higher and thundered through the house.

“Johnny!” you giggled his name loudly, “put me down!” but Johnny shook his head. You beat your fists on his back but he didn’t even flinch. “Mm,” you thought out loud, “your cologne smells nice.” almost the same as Taeyong’s. “Yeah, I bet,” Johnny grinned.

“Son of a bitch!” yelled Mark, “Johnny Suh, get your ass down here so I can kick your butt!” it appeared that he had stubbed his toe. This only made the laughter come out in tears. Johnny put you back down, “let’s go see what Mark’s gotten himself into now.” you giggled at this, nodding.

Taeyong’s date was not going all that well. Isabel, the girl from his psych class, was so fucking dull. Taeyong kept imagining her to be Y/N, how much more interesting she would be. He wasn’t even listening to Isabel at this point. He might be a bad person, but at least he wasn’t as bad as Johnny.

Jesus Christ, fucking Johnny. What the fuck did Y/N see in him? They’d only known each other for two years. Taeyong knew Y/N his whole life, since they were infants. Johnny was an asshole, a dickhead. He treated girls like toys; messing with their emotions just to fuck them and cross them off his list. What the fuck was happening? Oh yeah. Isabel was making a move.

“Mm, yeah,” murmured Taeyong, only half paying attention, “let’s go up to my room.” Fuck Johnny fuck Johnny fuck Johnny fuck - “fuck, Taeyong!” the girl cried out from beneath him. It was only then did he really see her, all dumb and fucked out, completely helpless and completely his. His, his, his. Gosh, how he wanted it to be Y/N so bad.

But Taeyong kept going. Even if he wanted to, he couldn’t stop. Even when he knew that this girl wouldn’t be here tomorrow morning, even though he knew she would leave. He kept going, thrusting inside her throbbing cunt until she let out a gasp of the words, “more, daddy, more.” and something inside Taeyong snapped. He just kept thinking, just keep thinking, how different it would sound if Y/N said it. How whiny, how desperate, how hopeless. “More, Yongie, more.” and he gave her more.

The laughter had finally died down when the pizza arrived. A hawaiian for you and Mark, a meat lovers’ for Jaehyun and Johnny, and a margarita for Haechan and Yuta. Jaehyun scowled at the hawaiian pizza, “pineapple on pizza is gross.” you stuck your tongue out at him, “yeah. And a show where siblings have sex isn’t.” Jaehyun grinned, “touche.”

Johnny turned to you, “hey Y/N. Ever had sex before?” and you scowled at him, “are you dumb. Of course I have.” Johnny shrugged, “ever had good sex?” and Yuta snorted. You blushed at his words, “yeah. I think so.” Mark grinned at this.

“Ever had sex with Taeyong?” said Yuta, as if it was a question that had slipped out that you weren’t supposed to hear. All three boys glared at him. Yuta shrugged, “it’s a legitimate question!” and you blushed, “um, no. Yongie and I are just friends. He doesn’t like me like that.”

And Johnny let out a loud grumble, “oh my god! Could you not talk about Taeyong for five seconds? He isn’t that great. Y/N, where is he now on your special movie Thursday night?” oh, you’d completely forgotten. “On a date,” you tried not to sound so glum about it. Curse you, Nakamoto Yuta! Making you feel conflicted about two boys.

“Thank you!” said Johnny, spreading his arms wide. “That’s right, Y/N. He’s on a date. On your special Thursday movie night. And what are we doing?” you shrugged, “movie night with the guys.” mumbling the words just to prove Johnny’s point; but right now all you could think about was Taeyong.

How sweet he was. How naturally un-mean. How un-asking. How forgiving. How gentle. How rough he would be in bed; because you didn’t have to sleep with him to know that. No, you chided to yourself. Taeyong is mean. He’s an asshole and he’s controlling. Johnny, Johnny, Johnny… “alright.” Mark got up, “come on, guys. Let’s go.” Yuta and Jaehyun grinned, “thanks for the pizza, Johnny.” and Johnny glared at them as they left, though you weren’t sure if it was playful or not.

Now that they were gone, the silly school-girl crush came back, and you almost forgot about Taeyong. Almost. You tapped your knee nervously with your pointer finger. Why were you never this uncomfortable with Taeyong? Why was it always so easy with Taeyong? Maybe it was because you knew he would never leave you.

But now he had. Fuck you, Lee Taeyong! I have Johnny now.

“What’s wrong?” said Johnny, closing the pizza boxes, “you okay?” and you blushed bashfully, “yeah. I just…” you shook your head, “no. It’s silly.” knowing that he would probably laugh at you. Johnny frowned, “no, what is it?” and you blushed again, “you’re really hot, Johnny.” mumbling the words. Johnny grinned, “oh yeah?” you nodded shyly at this, “yeah. And I…” your voice drifted off. “And you what, princess?” oh no. That was it. That word. You could just imagine Taeyong saying it. No! Not Taeyong. Johnny. Johnny. Taeyong. Shit! “And I kinda want you to fuck me.” I kinda want Taeyong to fuck me.

The girl, Isabel, got up after a while, sliding on her dress, which was probably the sluttiest thing Taeyong had ever seen in his life. It was not something that Y/N would wear. Taeyong watched as she looked around the blue-LED-light lit room for something. He frowned from his bed, “need help?” and she shook her head, “no. Can’t find my underwear. Doesn’t matter. I’ve got to go. Physics assessment tomorrow. You can chuck them if you find them. Or keep them. Whatever.”

Johnny had you at his mercy, fingers deep inside your cunt as he thrusted his length into you. He fit just fine, though it was a painful kind of pleasure that he liked to give. "You can take it," he grunted as you mewled beneath him, "come on Y/N. Be a good girl. That's right, sweetheart. Take all that daddy gives you." you'd called him daddy once, and you didn't like how it sounded.

You kept imagining it being Taeyong. You were sure you wouldn't call him daddy. You'd call him something else. It would have the same meaning, just… well, it was completely different.

Taeyong groaned loudly and rolled over in his bed; he'd only bothered to put his boxers back on. He'd thought about bragging to Y/N and the guys about Isabel; the thing she called him. He shook his head. No, that's not the way to win her over. If she even wants me.

Taeyong sighed, clicking on his phone and shutting it back off, the memory of his lockscreen injuring him - their last day of highschool. One of their old friends, Sam, had taken it for them. In the photo, Y/N had stood on her tip-toes to kiss Taeyong on his cheek. He sighed heavily, rolling over into a painful sleep.

You woke in the soft bed with a throbbing headache and aching limbs. What the hell? You looked around the room; you'd never been here before. Oh god. You weren't stupid enough to get your drink spiked, were you? No, no way. The guys always checked first. But you were hungover. That was strange, though, because you didn't remember drinking anything last night.

Think, Y/N, think! What did you do last night? Where were you? Where are you? Well, today is Friday. So it was Thursday yesterday. So... movie night with Taeyong? Fuck. Did you do it with Taeyong? No, that wasn't right. This wasn't his room. There were no blue LED lights, and there was nothing here that was distinctly Taeyong-ish.

This was not Taeyong's room, and this was not your house. Think harder, moron! What were you doing last night? Game of Thrones, said a voice in your head, we were watching Game of Thrones. Did Jaehyun...? No, you'd been in Jaehyun’s room many times. We had pizza, you recalled suddenly, with Yuta, Haechan and Johnny. And Mark brought soda.

And that's when it dawned on you. "MARK LEE!" you screeched through the phone, ignoring his groggy morning voice, "DID YOU PUT ALCOHOL IN THE SODA LAST NIGHT?" and Mark snickered, "soda? Babe, it was straight vodka." you scowled loudly at this, "FUCK YOU!" Mark laughed heartily, "sure. When?" and you grumbled through the reciever, "fuck you, Mark Lee!" slamming the 'end call' button.

You cried out softly in dismay, shoving your head into your hands as you remembered who you'd spent the night with. Johnny Suh, the one guy Taeyong hated.

Johnny was in the kitchen, you saw him through the open crack of your door. He was eating cereal, though there was no way you were staying. Besides, You weren't really a breakfast person anyway. You fished around the room for your clothes - your sweater that was actually Taeyong's (god, were you so filthy that you let Johnny fuck you in your best friend's sweater?), your underwear, socks, shoes and pants. You shot a quick text. "Need help."

Johnny only saw you when you were in the kitchen. "Hey," he spoke so nonchalantly as if he was used to seeing messy girls in the morning (he is, said the voice in your head, Taeyong's voice), "I was wondering when you were gonna get up. I actually have sports class soon but the guys would kill me if I left you." not, "hey, would you like some breakfast?" just, "the guys would kill me." damn right, they would.

You scoffed lightly, "Well, thanks for the night. I've gotta go, too, so... best we don't speak about this?" Johnny merely grinned, "I think they already know. But yeah. Sure." you rolled your eyes, grabbing an apple from the table. "Well... see you." and Johnny grunted softly.

You were at the door when he looked up again, genuinely concerned. "Hey. How are you getting home?" you chided yourself for thinking it, but shouldn't it have been, "do you want a lift home?" he was your friend, after all. You shrugged, "I'll be fine. Taeyong's getting me." Johnny noded, "alright." though you were unsure now, as Johnny turned back to his food. Would he ever come?

It was nine in the morning when Taeyong woke up, his notifications box going of like an alarm. He had fifteen notifications. A request on Instagram. Two messages on Twitter; which he only ever used to preserve memes within his friendship group. Five snaps from his friends.

Six updates from YouTube. And a text from Y/N.

"Need help. @ Johnny's." even though he was worried, Taeyong couldn't help but smile. Who used the @ symbol anymore? Y/N texted like a grandma. Taeyong sighed, rolling his eyes at the "Johnny" part. Fucking Johnny. But he got up anyway.

It was only a short drive to his house, he'd been there a few times, and he hated it every time he came here. The Suhs were show-offs; with their stupid chendeliers and their stupid son.

Taeyong didn't come out of the car. He knew if he did, Johnny would probably have a broken nose. So he waited inside, tires screeching on the pavement. The door to Johnny's house opened. Fucking Johnny. Oh, it was Y/N.

Taeyong rolled down the window, "get in." Taeyong said nothing, watching you from the corner of his eye as he drove. It was only a few seconds until you broke.

"I'm sorry," Taeyong tried to be angry at you, but it was hard when you were sobbing in the passenger seat of his car. He said nothing, just nodded. "I… I should've listened… Mark…" you sniffed, and that was when he reacted. "Mark?" he couldn't stop the anger from blazing in his eyes, "you fucked Mark?" he swore under his breath, "dammit, Y/N. You need to stop fucking your -" but you shook your head, "n - no. M - Mark didn't… he brought a - alcohol and I didn't know it was alcohol and then the guys left and I was alone with Johnny and he…"

"And he what, Y/N?" Taeyong's voice was dangerously quiet. "What, Y/N?" he said, louder this time. "Did he do something you didn't want? I need you to tell me."

"No!" you cried out loudly, shaking your head. "N - no, I wanted to. I... I think. I think I wanted to," your voice drifted off. "I wanted to when we were doing it. l... I don't think I want to now... I… Yongie!" and you burst into an explosion of tears.

"It's okay," said Taeyong gently, "you don't have to do it again," he was so patient, so patient. "You don't have to ever again if you don't want to. You know that, right?"

You nodded, hiccuping. Then you started crying again, "but I wanna!" and Taeyong sighed, "okay, then I'll drive you back to Johnny's and you can..." but this only made you more hysterical. "Not Johnny," you whined loudly. I don't... not..." you trailed off again.

"Well, we can't stay in here forever. Come on, Y/N." Taeyong unbuckled your seatbelt. "Hey, come on." he coaxed you out of the car. Your brain must be in overload drive right now, so hysterical. Something must have happened last night that made you snap. Taeyong was gonna beat the shit out of Johnny Suh.

Or maybe it wasn't Johnny, said the voice of reason in Taeyong's head, maybe she was just upset about something else. Really uset. And maybe she didn't know what it was. That was more likely than Johnny being a dick. Well, more of a dick.

And, as he sat Y/N down on his bed, that was when it hit him; why she was so hysterical, and... indecisive.

It was because of him. Because Y/N been harping on and on about Johnny for months, ever since Yuta's party. Taeyong had been telling her and telling her that he was a bad person; that Johnny didn't deserve her. In fact, now he remembered asking her, "don't you see all the girls he sleeps with?" some few days ago.

Taeyong wanted to kick himself. It was his fault yn was like this. He should've just confessed, rather than messing with her emotions, instead of implanting things that weren't true in her mind: that Johnny treated women like toys; that Y/N loved him, Taeyong, more.

Something must have happened that night when she and Johnny were having sex. She must've thought of something, remembered something or seen something that reminded her of Taeyong, just how Taeyong had weeks ago. It would've ridden her with guilt. And of course, she wouldn't be able to remember what it was because she was drunk, but she would remember she didn't want Johnny. She just wouldn't know what for. Taeyong was going to kick himself.

Your stomach lurched. God, you were a lightweight. How much did Mark even give you last night...? Oh no. Oh, no, no, no. Well, you thought to yourself, as you ran to Taeyong's bathroom, now I know why I was feeling so heated up.

Taeyong held your hair for you, muttering an angry, "fuck you, Mark Lee," under his breath as you retched, crying softly. You hated vomiting. Especially on an empty stomach. It hurt.

He sighed, rubbing your back gently. You sucked in two breaths, exhaled one. Then you got up, turned around. You shoved your head into Taeyong's shirt. "I love you," whispering the words. Taeyong sighed, lifting you up gently. "Come on," he said quietly, "I'm gonna put you to sleep, okay? I'll wake you up tomorrow…"

Taeyong sighed heavily as he rolled you gently into his bed, pulling the navy blue sheets over your tiny body, drawing the blinds. Then he got up, "good night." turning to the door. You mumbled softly into his pillow, "'night Yongie."

Once he composed himself, Taeyong opened his laptop, taking a look at his psychology assignment. He figured if he wasn't going in today he might as well try to get some work done, but after five minutes, he found it impossible to concentrate.

His thoughts kept lingering. Your soft hair. The sight of you in his sweater. How small you were. How dainty you were. The size of your wrist next to his. The sound of your whines. The way you said his name. Those three words: "I love you". Spilled out in a time of vulnerability. You probably didn't even know what you were saying.

Taeyong groaned, shifting in his jeans. Fuck. He looked to the closed door of his bedroom, where you were sleeping peacefully, in his clothes, in his sheets, in his bed. His, his, his. FUCK!

He threw his head back and groaned loudly, and that was when he heard it. Coming from inside his bedroom. "Taeyong." you sniffed his name. His stomach flipped and he swore under his breath before getting back up and walking over. He opened the door a few inches, enough to poke his head through. "Yeah?"

It was obvious that you'd had some sleep, you already looked better. It had only been an hour, but for Taeyong, it felt like minutes. You turned over on your side to face him. "Can you come in. Please." and Taeyong looked away, "it's not a good idea." knowing exactly what would happen. He couldn't control himself. You whined softly, "please, Yongie. Just cuddles. I don't wanna be alone." and Taeyong sighed heavily, "alright."

Cuddling is a normal thing, thought Taeyong to himself, you and Y/N do it all the time. It's no big deal. Even the nickname. She's been calling you that since you were kids. It's not meant to be dirty.

It's not meant to be dirty, he kept telling himself, as he slid next to you under the sheets, it's not meant to be dirty, he told himself, as you shuffled around with your body pressed into him, it's not meant to be dirty, he told himself, as you span around to nestle your head in his shirt, it's not meant to be dirty, he said to himself, as you hitched your breath and leaned over and kissed him on the lips. It's meant to be dirty. FUCK!

"Y/N..." he said softly, "what are you doing?" looking deep inside your eyes, searching for a proper answer, other than the hungover words of, "I love you". You looked up at him, eyes watering. "I'm sorry," you whispered, dropping your arms. "I just..." Taeyong grabbed your left arm as it was moving, pinned it on the sheets. He smirked at the gasp that escaped your lips, before leaning down and sealing the kiss himself. This was the part he feared the most. If it wasn't just an accidental kiss. If it wasn't just a needy, in-the-moment kiss....

But then you kissed him back. Writhing beneath him. Kissing his lips desperately like it was the last thing you would ever do. Murmuring his name, "Taeyong, Taeyong, Taeyong," in the exact way he'd imagined it.

But then he stopped, remembering the horrible state you'd been in only a few hours ago. You froze, "Taeyong?" and he saw the fear swimming in your eyes. He brushed away a strand of hair from your forehead. "Are you sure you wanna do this, baby?" and your face rounded, "oh." and Taeyong frowned, "what?" and you spoke the words in a whisper, "I thought you were gonna leave me." looking away immeаdietly, ashamed.

Taeyong cupped your chin with his thumb and pointer finger, turning your head to face him. "I'm never going to leave you," the words so sweet and sincere that you knew for a second you wouldn't doubt them. "Johnny wanted me to leave," you admitted, "after." there was hurt in Taeyong's eyes, "I'm not Johnny." you leaned in to kiss him, "I know."

Taeyong shot you a quizzical look. "So you really want to do this?" and you nodded, "yes." he smiled, kissing your neck softly.

Taeyong was slow and gentle when he took off your clothes; unlike Johnny, who inhaled your sweater and said, "is this Taeyong's?" and ripped it off. Then he slid off the sorts carefully, tracing gently along the lines of where your underwear touched your legs. He kissed your tummy softly and the butterflies fluttered in your stomach, "I'll go easy on you." you laughed quietly at this, "it's okay, Taeyong. I'm just another girl." the tone flipped here, as he looked you cold in the eyes and said, "you're not."

Your body shivered at his touch. He wasn't as tall as Johnny, but he was still proportioned larger than you. Your wrist was tiny against his, even though he was petite.

He constantly kept checking in on you, as he left kisses on your skin, marking every inch of your body as his. "Are you okay?" he said, over and over. "Do you wanna stop? We don't have to continue." even though you told him there was nothing more you wanted to continue in the world.

After a while, he got the hint. You'd been wrapped around his finger since you were kids. Now, as he dove his tongue inside you, finger hooked within your cunt, you were his.

Your sounds were long and breathy. A mixture of lustful moans and cries for more. His name, slipping through your lips. "Please. Taeyong. Please." only spurring him to give you more. You whimpered under him, "need you." breathlessly.

He ignored you, "not yet." the hum of his words sending vibrations up your body. You whined and bucked your hips, "Yongie. Please." and he snapped; because it. Was fucking. Dirty.

"Fuck," he cursed as he lifted up his head, unbuckling his belt. You stared at him. "Taeyong. You're too... I don't think I can..." but Taeyong shook his head, "you can. You can. Fuck! I don't have a condom." getting up.

You pulled him back down, "it's okay," whining, "please. I'm on the pill. Yongie. Please." kissing him again. Taeyong swore, "fuck." lowering back down.

"You can take it," he coaxed gently, speaking into the kiss, gripping your right hand softly as you arched beneath him. "You can take it," groaned, "you can take it, come on, I know you can." he was still kissing you, as he moved and spoke. "You can take it." one last kiss. Taeyong whimpered and dropped your hand. "Fuck," he whispered, "good girl." you sniffed, feeling stretched and full.

"It's okay," Taeyong whispered, "you're okay, sweetheart. I've got you. I've got you." he slid in and out, whimpering and groaning. "Feel so good," he whined, "feels so good, baby." you hummed at this, unable to make up a coherent sentence. "T'yongie," you whined, "wanna cum." and he cursed, "fuck. Just hang on. Can you do that for me? Please." and you nodded, yes, you'd do anything for him.

Taeyong kissed you again, "good girl," taking your hand in his once more. His hand. Not Johnny's. His, his, his. Taeyong bit softly on your neck, whining into it. "Baby," he stuttered, "so hot for me, baby." you cried and nodded at his words.

"Who are you hot for, baby?" that didn't make sense, said the last bit of consciousness in your brain. "You," you gasped out. "Who?" he whispered again, kissing your bosom. You arched your back, "y - you, Yongie," he looked drawn, but still he asked, "Who?" and as he spilled, as you finally let go, you cried it out softly. "You, Taeyong."

And Taeyong smiled as he kissed you, because he knew now. You were his. His. Not Johnny's. Not anyone else's. His.

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TEMPORARY FIX

Mark Lee (M)

fic 1 of the “Midnight Memories” 7DREAM series!

inspired by the song:

“you can call me, when you’re lonely, when you can’t sleep. i’ll be your temporary fix.”

TEMPORARY FIX || MARK LEE

🔞 NSFW. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.

📝 written by cheosarang

📑 word count: 4,000+ words (i edited the rest on tumblr and i lost count 😆)

‼️ WARNINGS: alcohol use and drinking, unprotected sex, oral (M receiving), a little bit angsty but turns into something else at the end.

TAGLIST: @matchahyuck @m00minjunnie @bockhyun @ephemeral19s @shapeofgyu @ablackbtsstan @njmkjn @t5ukln0qi @teexzya @jenojammin @curieouscapt @thiccfullsun @jianreadsaus @airpodbaekuwu @univexrse

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August 2020

“Jaehyun?!” You gasp, as one of your hands immediately comes into contact with your lips, covering your mouth.

“Holy shit,” He mumbles, as he and… whoever the girl was on his bed, scampers around the bedroom you two shared, looking for their clothes. “Y/N, please don’t go. I can explain!” He exclaims, hurriedly slipping into his shirt and boxers, but you were already about to bolt out the front door.

As your hand reaches to open the door knob, Jaehyun grabs ahold of your arm.

“Y/N, it’s not what it looks like, she and I-“ He begins, and you scoff, tears welling in your eyes.

“You know what Jaehyun? Save it.” You say in anger and disbelief, as you try your best to compose yourself in front of him, even though your heart feels like it’s shattering into a million pieces. “We’re over.”

Without looking back, you exit the apartment, never to return.

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October 2022 (present day)

9:13 AM

“Fuck.” This was the first word you mumbled to yourself, the moment you woke up. You hated how you still dreamt of the day when your ex, Jaehyun, cheated on you two years ago. No matter how hard you try to convince yourself that you’ve completely moved past it, for some reason, no amount of tequila shots could erase the hurt and betrayal that the experience has given you.

You exit your room and make your way to the apartment kitchen, where your best friend, Yeji, was making pancakes.

“Moooorning!” She said in a sing-songy tone, as she puts the pancakes on a plate, and slides them over to you as you take a seat on the chair by your table.

“Morning,” You mumble, taking a bite from the pancake.

“You seem to be in a bad mood.” Yeji points out. “Rough night?” She questions, as she pours a glass of orange juice for you and herself.

“Yeah, I had a nightmare.” You tell her, rolling your eyes at the thought, while taking a sip from your drink before continuing. “I dreamt of that night again.”

“That night?” She frowns, not seeming to catch on to what you meant at first.

“Yeah, THAT night.” You emphasize even more this time, and she gasps, finally catching on.

“Oh… I get it. The one that happened two years ago? Y/N! You’re such a lovely person. You honestly did not deserve any of that. And it’s a shame that your subconscious keeps replaying that memory in your head through the form of dreams.” She scoffs, shaking her head in disbelief while digging into her own stack of pancakes.

“I know! It frustrates me. It was a really really fucked up situation. I really don't need any more reminding.” You complain to her.

“But I have an idea, though. Something that can make you forget it!” She smiles at you, and you frown in disapproval. “You’re already making a face! Let me finish first please?”

The reason for your unenthusiastic behavior was because everytime Yeji says something like that, it always ends up not going well. You then recall to her how one of her past ideas to make you “forget” resulted in the two of you waking up to see your apartment in a mess, both of your heads throbbing in pain from the alcohol. The worst part of it all was that you both had to clean despite feeling the worst hangover.

“Okay fine whatever, I admit my idea at that time was really dimwitted. But believe me when I say that this time around, you’ll actually have fun!” She says, really trying to convince you. “Pleaaaseee…”

You sigh. “Gosh alright, alright! But only because you prepared breakfast today.”

“Yay!” She squeaks, jumping out of her chair. “Here’s my idea… I want you to come with me to a university party tonight.”

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8:30 PM

Bright lights, thumping music, and a shit ton of people. You were really at a party, alright. Your stomach begins to turn as you and your best friend make your way towards the entrance of the house.

“Yeji, I seriously don't like the look of this.”

“C’mon Y/N! What Jaehyun did to you was not your fault. Since you guys broke up, I noticed how you have refused to talk to anybody else. I mean, I understood it the first few months. Even during the first year. But it’s been two years now. And as your best friend, it hurts me to see you mope around your room doing nothing. Which is why I dragged you all the way here! Not to make relationships, because if you aren’t ready, I respect that! I invited you to come because I just want you to meet new people who might distract you from whatever loneliness you’re feeling.” She says to you over the loud music, squeezing your hand.

You were left speechless by her statement, as it slowly dawned upon you that she did have a point.

Maybe the reason why you keep dreaming of that traumatic experience is because you need somebody to help you forget it. Somebody to help you fully free yourself from it.

Taking a deep breath, you condition your mind to let go, and as soon as Yeji hands you the red cup with alcohol in it, for the first time in two years, you’ve felt lighter.

In between the dancing and small talk with the other party goers, you’ve failed to notice that you’ve lost your best friend. You figured she was probably dragged away by Juyeon, her boyfriend. So you’ve situated yourself in the corner of the room, drinking your, what seems to be, 4th cup of alcohol. From the spot you’re standing at, you can see people talking, dancing, making-out, while others are just doing the same as you… drinking alone. Your phone suddenly lights up, and a text notification from Yeji appears.

YEJI: heyy y/n! where r u

YOU: i’m at the corner near the stairs, y? wbu? wru?

YEJI: r u alright??? i’m with juyeon! lmk if u wanna go home ok, juyeon will drive us. hes not drunk xox but we r in his room

YOU: ya.. nope no thanks. i’m fine. u guys hv fun tho, i’ll probably just call an uber otw home.

YEJI: u sure?

YOU: yep, i’m planning to go home in a few mins anyways :)

With that, you lock your phone screen. You were so busy texting that you failed to notice that someone else was standing right beside you.

White shirt, skinny jeans, a black wrist watch, with his raven colored hair slicked back. You didn’t need a second glance to know that the person beside you was none other than your Freshman year crush… Student Council President and straight-A student, not to mention the exceptionally handsome Mark Lee.

He also happened to be watching the rest of the party from your view, and the silence between the both of you was so thick, you cleared your throat to get rid of the awkwardness, before speaking.

“Hey?” You say in a questioning tone, and he chuckles, facing you.

“Hey. Long time no chat, Y/N.” He replies, a small smirk forming on his lips. “I was wondering how long it would take before you actually noticed I was here.” He tells you jokingly, sipping from his cup.

“Oh-yeah right, uhm. Sorry. I was texting my friend.” You stammer, drinking from your cup as well, realizing that you’ve already finished your drink.

Mark immediately takes notice of this, and says “Do you want me to get you a drink?”

“Sure, that would be lovely.” You smile, feeling a blush creep onto your face. He’s still as cute as you remember. You thought to yourself.

As soon as he returns back to your little corner, he hands you back your cup.

“Do you wanna get some fresh air outside? It seems too stuffy to chat here.” He tells you.

Being around him made you feel like you were in some sort of trance, unable to refuse whatever it is that he asks of you. It’s also worth mentioning that this is the first time in a long time that you actually liked being around somebody else (other than your best friend, Yeji), a familiar face… which is why you saw this as a great opportunity to catch up with Mark, an old friend.

“Yeah, sure thing.” You agreed.

The two of you make your way out to the back of the house, where an open area is available. Unlike indoors, there were only a few people outside. Some of them passed out drunk on the beach chairs by the pool. You both decide on sitting on the grass at a secluded part where a small garden was situated, as you and Mark look at the stars.

“I was wondering what a beautiful girl like you was doing alone in there.” He says, breaking the silence.

“What? Oh. Uh.. I actually just got dragged here by my best friend, Yeji. And then she left with her boyfriend.” You reply, scoffing a little as you face him. “I was actually planning to go home. You know. But then I saw you!”

“That’s cool… but what about you, though? You only came here with Yeji? Where’s your boyfriend?” He asks, curiosity lacing his voice.

Of course Mark knew who Jaehyun was. He remembers how crushed he felt after knowing that you were already taken by someone else. Ever since the two of you became groupmates for a project during your Freshman year, he caught himself smiling when you glanced back at him, or when you’d talk to him. It’s a shame that after your project, whatever closeness was beginning to form between you and Mark immediately disappeared when Jaehyun came into the picture. Naturally, he couldn’t react nor show that he was jealous, because he never even told you that he liked you in the first place… and that even until now, he still does.

“We broke up.” You state, looking down at your crossed legs.

“Oh… I had no idea. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to pry, I- I really didn’t know.” He tells you honestly.

Just to move on from you, he’s also had a few relationships here and there. Nothing ever serious. In that time, he tried to forget how he felt about you, which is why he never really asked around for details concerning you anymore. So your revelation about how things were between Jaehyun and you came off as a surprise to him, but if anything, a pleasant one. Because that meant that now, he finally had a chance.

“It’s okay.” You shrug. “It was a long time ago anyways, besides- I have someone cuter beside me anyways now.” You suddenly blurt out. You had no idea if it was the 5th cup of alcohol speaking, or if it was the fact that you’ve always had a little crush on Mark but was too afraid he would never feel the same from the start. You like to think it was probably the former.

Mark looks at you with wide eyes, as you inched your face closer to his, your breaths fanning against one another. Surprise washes over you when Mark suddenly crashes his lips onto yours, his hands caressing your face and pulling you closer, as you tangle your fingers in his hair. His tongue swipes across your bottom lip, and you open your mouth, his tongue and yours fighting for dominance. His hands then make their way to your breasts, fondling them, as you adjust to a brand new position and find yourself caressing him, sitting on his lap, your ass against his crotch.

You can feel his cock hardening beneath you, as you slowly grind back and forth in between kisses, a moan escaping his and your lips.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck- Y/N wait.” He suddenly stops you, holding your hips, as your eyes shoot open.

Shit. You kind of forgot where you were at the moment. You look around and sigh in relief as you realize that no one was around to see your intense make-out session. “God, i’m so fucking sorry Mark, seriously.” You ramble, standing up, and he stands up as well.

“What are you saying sorry for? Honestly? I liked whatever we were doing.” He tells you. “Did you?” He asks.

“Of course I did. But-” Images of your ex and him cheating on you come flooding back to your memory. Mark was intoxicating. You couldn’t resist him. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t want anything to happen between the two of you tonight… but you’d also be lying if you say that you’re willing to commit to another relationship.

“But what?”

“If we’re going to continue whatever we were doing tonight… promise me that there’s never going to be any feelings involved.” You say with a very serious face.

Mark was already fucked in the “no feelings” part. He liked you. So much. But he’s been waiting for this moment for so long, that he’d be willing to take any opportunity to be close to you, even if it meant pretending that his feelings for you were never there.

“I mean, yeah. Okay. You can call me when you’re lonely, or when you can’t sleep… I’ll be like, your temporary fix? You know. Friends with benefits. Only if you want to.” He smiles, and if you weren’t still picking up the pieces your ex broke, you swore that you’d actually give Mark a chance. But for now, whatever this was, will do. Those mere minutes you spend with your lips on his made you forget, and now you want more.

“Deal.” You say. “So, how do we finish where we left off?”

“You know what, I have an idea.” Mark says, as he takes your hand in his and you both run back into the house, up the flight of stairs, then locking yourselves inside an empty room.

You hungrily kiss him as he presses you against the door. One of your hands palming his already hard crotch.

“Fuck, I need to be inside you.” He whispers, kissing your neck.

“Shit, okay.” You say, taking off your jeans and your panties all in one go. You also remove your shirt swiftly, unclasping your bra, as Mark was also removing his clothes at the same time.

“Do you have a condom?” You ask him, since you’ve stopped using the pill for a while after the break-up.

“Of course.” Mark tells you, grabbing one from his wallet inside his jeans, tearing off the wrapper with his teeth, before slipping the rubber on his length.

“Bend over.” He commands, and you kneel down the bed, ass up, face down.

“Damn, so pretty. Mark whispers, as he looks at your dripping pussy.

He lines himself up to your hole, before slowly pushing into you.

“Fuckkkkkk…” You moan out loud, biting your lip, as you feel his thick cock entering your tight hole.

“Y/N, this isn’t your first time, right baby?” Mark asks you, thrusting in and out of you slowly.

“N-no,” You reply.

“Then why are you so fucking tight for me?” He asks you, as the tip of his penis begins to brush against your g-spot.

“Oh my god! Right there, Mark, hngh.” You whimper, your hand making it’s way to rub your clit to increase the pleasure.

“Baby wait.” He says, swatting your hand away. “That’s my job,” He tells you, as he replaces your hand with his, and he proceeds on rubbing your clit while thrusting in and out of you.

The pleasure was overwhelming, and you can feel your brain becoming hazy. “Mark, oh god. Please. Fuck. Oh, shit.” Was all the words that managed to come out of your mouth.

He continues to thrust harder into you. “‘M gonna cum.” You manage to choke out, and he stops rubbing your already sensitive nub.

“Don’t yet, wait for me, I'm close too.” He says, as he places a hand on your ass and starts thrusting in and out of your cunt at a fast pace, hitting your sweet spot over and over again. You cry out his name as he spills his seed into the condom. You’ve never felt that much pleasure in a while, and you found yourself hooked on it once more.

You lay down on the bed, chest heaving up and down, as Mark removes his condom, and throws it inside the trash can by the bedroom’s bathroom.

“Fuck, Y/N. You look so hot lying down on the bed like that. You make me want to fuck you again.” He says, and you smirk.

“Is that so?”

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THREE WEEKS LATER

EARLIER THAT DAY

That night at the party with Mark, brings you to your current position.

It all started with just an innocent text of you asking him over so you guys could watch your favorite Netflix series together.

YOU: markkkkk? 😄

MARK: yeah, y/n? what’s up? :D

YOU: are you free to come over?

MARK: for? 😏

YOU: netflix! dumbass HAHA this is you fulfilling the FRIENDS part in our friends with benefits agreement 🙄

MARK: riiiiight. ok sure i’ll be over in 5

It did take him only 5 minutes to drive to your apartment. The thing that made this entire agreement between the two of you easier was the fact that you both lived in close proximities. If you call him, you’re just a 5 minute drive away.

He steps out the elevator and onto the floor your apartment was in. He’s been here a couple of times already, so he knew your apartment number, all those kinds of things. Ringing the doorbell to your house, you immediately open the door, as if you’ve already been behind it, waiting for him all these minutes ago.

Mark’s eyes couldn’t help but wander over to your thighs, and the shorts you were wearing. He also noticed how you had an oversized shirt on, but your nipples could practically be seen on it. How on earth was he going to survive sitting beside you, watching Netflix, resisiting the urge to fuck you?

“Like what you see?” You tease him, noticing that he was looking at your body. You gesture him to come inside.

“And if I say yes?” Mark replies to you.

“Well we’d have to do something about that… later.�� You wink playfully, making your way over to the couch you and Yeji share and sitting down.

He closes the door behind him, as he sits right beside you.

“So? Where’s your apartment mate?” He asks you, as you open the television and pick up where the two of you left off in the show Bridgerton.

“She’s gonna be out late today. I think she won’t come home ‘till early morning tomorrow. Apparently she had stuff to do for her dance troupe thingy. Choreographing and fixing the group blockings and such.” You promptly explain, and he nods, staring at the TV.

The two of you sit pretty much in silence after that. Occasional comments have been thrown about a couple of characters here and there between the two of you, but other than that, the conversation was to a minimum. This is one of the things you enjoyed that came with being around Mark.

After finishing one episode, you suddenly felt the coolness of the room getting to you. “It’s cold, I should probably get a blanket.” You smile at Mark, pausing the series, and he nods at you.

“I’ll wait for you right here.”

“Maybe you should pull the sofa as well? So we can lay down. It turns into a bed.” You let him know, and he nods, standing up from the couch and proceeding to pull the extension part out.

You return to the living room with pillows and a blanket, throwing one of the pillows at him. “Catch!” You say, and he does catch it effortlessly. “You’re good.” You compliment him, and he chuckles.

“I like to think i’m better than just ‘good’.” He winks, as he lays down on the sofa-bed.

“God Mark!” You sigh, laughing a little, as you position yourself right beside him on the sofa-bed, covering the two of you with a blanket. You play the TV.

A few minutes have passed, and you feel a tension in the air that lingered from all the teasing that happened between you and him today. Even your favorite series seemed to be boring, and so a naughty idea came into your mind.

You purposely pressed your ass against Mark’s cock, grinding slowly. This surprises him at first, until he realizes what you were doing. Blood rushes immediately into his cock, as he feels your plump ass rubbing against his length, the friction enough to drive him crazy.

“I knew this night wouldn’t end without the two of us fucking. You just can’t get enough of my dick, can you?” He says, turning off the TV with a smirk plastered on his face.

—

Right now, you were currently inside your room, on your knees, as he fucks your mouth with his dick. He pulls your hair as a breathy moan escapes his lips, while he thrusts into your mouth steadily. You start to feel his dick hit the back of your throat, saliva dripping from out your mouth. You moan in response, looking up at him.

“Shit, Y/N, baby… I'm gonna cum if you keep doing that.” He says through gritted teeth, and you release his cock from your lips with a ‘pop’ sound. You lick his dick one last time, kissing the red tip, before standing up and laying on the bed, removing the only piece of clothing on your body, which was a lace underwear.

“Mark… I need you in me… Right now.” You say, laying down on his bed and spreading your legs apart.

“You’re eager.” He chuckles, and you roll your eyes. “But isn’t it unfair, Y/N? I always give you what you want easily…” He adds, trailing off. “I wanna do things differently this time.”

“Different in what sense?” You ask him innocently.

He wanted to ruin you.

“I want to hear you beg.” Mark tells you, his voice sounding deeper than usual.

Since the start of this friends with benefits agreement with Mark, the two of you have fucked 9 times in the past 3 weeks. He was something you’re addicted to. You just can’t get enough of him, and he couldn’t get enough of you, either. This is the 10th time you’re having sex with him, but it’s the first time he has ever asked you to beg. Which is why his statement made your heart race, your mouth practically watering at the sight in front of you. He by the edge of the bed, waiting for your response. He steadily strokes his long, hard dick, and you could feel your clit throb…you were just so eager to have him in you. To fill you up.

“Mark, please fuck me…” You say, feeling somewhat shy, and your voice barely above a whisper.

“Hmm?” He asks, sitting on the bed now, and tapping his dick on your glistening pussy that was dripping with your juices ever since a while ago when you still had his cock in your mouth. “I need you to say it louder.”

“Mark, baby, please. I want your cock inside my cunt, I need to feel you— Want you, need you— i’ll be good I promise. I just really really want to feel you in me.” You practically beg, and the look on your pretty face, the way your voice begged for his cock sent Mark’s head reeling.

So he wastes no more time. He needed to be inside you, too. He teases your slit one last time with his dick, collecting your juices before slowly pushing into you, “Ugh, shit, that feels so good!” You moan out.

“Fuck. You’re so wet for me, Y/N.” He says afterwards, as he bottoms out inside of you, your tight walls wrapping around his length.

His thrusts start out slow, and he steadily picks up the pace, the sight of you underneath him, the force of his thrusts making your tits bounce up and down, enough to push him close to the edge. “You feel so good around me.” He says, leaning down and licking your nipples, before sucking on them.

In between moans and exchanged praises between the two of you, you open your eyes and see Mark now hovered above you. He has abandoned your breasts and his lips were caught in between his teeth, softly grunting, he opens his eyes and focuses on his dick entering and coming out of your pretty cunt.

“Mark… Mark! P-Please don’t stop- ugh, h-harder…” You moan out, reaching for his hand and intertwining your fingers with his. He looks at how your hands and his are clasped together, which makes him feel all sort of things.

He couldn’t believe he had you now, not exactly in the way he expected from the start, but he still had you. It was him fucking you dumb right now. His name falling from your lips. And that was more than good enough.

He leans down again to softly make-out with you as his thrusts slowly become sloppy. His tounge enters your mouth as you kiss him back hungrily. You wanted more of him, if that was even possible. You tug on his hair when he suddenly brushes against your g-spot.

“Mark! Shit! God,” You exclaim. He untangles your hands together and he takes your left nipple in between his fingers, playing with it. “Right there, please, d-don’t stop, baby. It f-feels so good. I’m gonna- ah, I’m gonna cum.” You whine, closing your eyes. You can feel your walls tighten around him, signalling him that you’re really near your high.

He groans in response, as he appreciates how you beautiful you look beneath him, your lips slightly parted, hair a mess, moaning nothing but his name, like it’s all you know. “You’re so beautiful, Y/N. So perfect. Fuck.“ He can’t help saying.

You smile at his words, as you pull him down for a kiss once more.

“I’m close too, wait. Fuck, Y/N, baby girl, y-you’re doing so well.” He mutters burying his face into your neck, as he thrusts in and out of you at an erratic speed.

His name continues to fall out of your lips like a chant, you reaching your high first, a little earlier before him.

He pulls out, pumping his dick and shooting white ropes of cum on your stomach. He collects some of it on his finger, before bringing it to your lips. You open your mouth and take his fingers in it, sucking them and swallowing his cum. He takes his finger out of your mouth and pecks your lips.

“Good girl. You were amazing today, baby.” He says, kissing your forehead and brushing a hand through your hair, before he hops out the bed.

“Mark? Where are you going?” You ask him, pouting, as you sit up on his bed, trying to stay awake, despite your eyelids already feeling heavy.

He slips a shirt on and gets himself clean boxers and shorts. You couldn’t help but notice the red, glowing numbers that showed itself on his bedroom clock, as you waited for his answer.

It was 12:42 A.M.

“I’m gonna get water downstairs, as well as a towel, so you could clean up, darling. Wait for me.” He smiles sweetly at you, kissing your cheek. You return a small smile back at him, despite feeling exhausted from the fucking.

“My eyes are deadass closing already.” You tell him in a joking tone, but it was actually happening. “Incase I fall asleep before you come back… good night.” You giggle, and he chuckles in response.

“I won’t be too long anyways… But yeah. Good night, Y/N.”

When he exits his room, you lay down, dropping yourself onto his pillow with a soft thud.

Darling. Mark’s voice echoes in your head, bringing a smile yet again on your face.

You were not yet ready to tell Mark as well, but after a few weeks of spending time with him, other than the sex, you were beginning to feel like your temporary fix, may not be just a temporary fix anymore. Or a fix in general. You couldn’t help but think that you’ve started falling for him. You’ll tell him one day. Maybe when you wake up tomorrow morning. Or the day after that. But your body was so exhausted, so you brought it upon yourself that you will tell him some other time. Just not tonight.

Mark returns to his room with a warm washcloth and a glass of water for you. You were already sleeping, but when you felt the washcloth on your skin, it woke you up just a tiny bit. You stay half-awake until he finishes cleaning you up, you had your eyes closed, but you still had an idea of what he was doing.

Once he is done, he stares at you and finds himself falling more in love with your image. With you. Everything about you. He thought you were asleep, but you weren’t really. Not yet.

He slips into the blanket, right beside you, and he doesn’t know it, but you also manage to hear the words he says before he turns the lights off. “Y/N… Baby. I’m not really sure what we are yet… Or if there’s ever going to be something more between us. I’m always hoping there will be. But for now, I'm glad that you let me be your good night.”

The heart fluttering feeling you felt the moment those words came out of his lips remained there as you drifted off to sleep in his arms.

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💌 short message from the author

AAAAANDD that’s it for the first one shot in the 7DREAM midnight memories series!

tbh i honestly didn’t plan on this to be a little fluffy when i first had it in mind HAHAHAHA nonetheless, i sincerely hope you all still enjoyed this one as much as i enjoyed writing & conceptualizing it. ☺️

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