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You Knew better pt. 3

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I know, it’s quite late. But the 10 hr work shifts, sorority events and school keep me occupied. I will probably go back and edit later but I wanted you guys to have something to read lol.

Enjoy

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You were catapulted back; Pushed back onto the bed with the force of a man starved. Your lust slams into you in ways you couldn’t begin to describe. The dark, hooded and lustful stare he was giving you from across the king-sized bed was driving you mad; Your body arches for him, between your thighs tingles incessantly with the anticipation of his lips, his tongue, his...oh god. He crawls over you quickly, dropping his body over yours within seconds. Both hands went underneath both of your thighs, pulling you towards him, dragging your body against the sheets as you tug on his midnight-colored strands of hair.

This was selfish; You weren’t even thinking about this in the reciprocal way that you should have been. You were tipsy and you wanted him to satisfy you in a way that you knew that only he could; For once, you were not worried about his satisfaction.

Let's see how long that lasts.

You want him to wear you out, for him to make you come over and over again before the heart crushing reality that you had grown accustomed to sets in. You had let him your bed for selfish reasons, but he would stay there for reasons that were way closer to the sense of attachment you had for him than you ever wanted them to be. But the moment that he had grunted your name, setting your lower stomach ablaze whilst pushing his erection into your barely clothed sex, you were pulled from all rationality

“Jaehyun, baby, lower”.

He broke the kiss with an oddly satisfying wet sound and leaned down towards your ear. God, how were the small things driving you so wild?

“You’re never this direct with me kitten” He panted in your ear, groaning when you rubbed your hand over his erection firmly before popping open the top button of his slacks.

“You’re taking too long” You whine.

He pulls back to look at you; Pretty as a picture. The way he stares at you, the way you know you have all of his attention and, if you may be so bold, all of him for the night; It fills you with pride and confidence. Beckoning him forward, you speak.

“I did not bring you here for foreplay”.

Waking up was equally frustrating as it was refreshing; You would have felt well rested from the night if it wasn’t for the dream that you had waking up in a cold sweat. This is unbelievable. Must the man torture you in your sleep as well?

The dream felt so real or, rather, the memory was more vivid than you could handle. It touched parts of you that you didn’t want to rouse at the moment; His hands, his voice, his hair, his fingers: they all seemed just within your grasp, just within your reach and it physically pained you to know that you had to basically put his ass in jail. You flexed your thighs then relaxed them, the sensation traveling straight to your core and causing an involuntary yet beautiful sound to leave your throat. You flung yourself back onto your assortment of pillows.

The calm lasted for about a minute before a knock came. You look up just in time to see Jaehyun open the door and peek his head in.

“Are you okay? I heard you make a... sound”.

You nodded.

It was silent for a moment as you both stood on opposite sides of the room.

“May I come in? "The way his hair fell into his eyes as he looked up at you with those beautiful Hershey colored irises. You hate to admit it, but it melted you instantly, much to your dismay.

And so, you did as the script said and nodded your head. His eyes seem to lighten and his shoulders lift as he walks into your space. He took a few hesitant steps to the foot of the bed, lingering there although you saw his dominant foot hesitate to take another step.

You sat up straighter, watching the man with actual interest. He was quiet, seemingly more interested with the designs of the quilt on your bed.

You allow him a few more moments of silence.

“Jaehyun, you asked to come in to stare at my bed?” You questioned.

You lean over and drink the cup of water by your bedside as you wait for his answer.

Your throat was suddenly very dry.

The water could not seem to quench it.

Your dream is in front of you. How are you going to handle this? Your brain cannot seem to think. Your heart, all too eager. When he turns, you sneak a mint, holding it on your tongue for anticipation of where this could go.

Where he could ask for it to go.

Where he would ask for it to go.

At that action, you already knew what you wanted.

You curse yourself, only slightly, but bitterly. Was it always going to be him? Can one be angry and elated? He clears his throat and disrupts the thoughts; He is very good at disruptive behavior.

“I…” he raises his gaze.

He cannot seem to form words for a moment; He just stands there, looking at you. Finally, words find him.

“I wanted to talk to you”.

You reign in your desire and push forth your skepticism. You raise a brow.

“Talk then”.

He lets out a breath.

“Thank you for letting me crash here. I appreciate you and the place to stay for the night”.

You smile at the genuine thanks; A peak of his personality, a flash of his former self. The ease is a cool river.

“Any time Jae”.

Silence once more.

Has it been a minute yet? His gaze is at you, then at his pocket, then the quilt and, when he thinks you’re not looking, his gaze is back on you.

You allow him the peace of checking your messages, though you have no new ones, to make sure your gaze does not unnerve him. The small concession in favor of his comfort slowly poisons you as you realize how far you have fallen.

“There is something else, I can tell”.

A pause.

“Say it now, or forever hold your peace”.

The awkward attempt at a joke goes into thin air; Your lungs cannot seem to take in enough air.

“I'm not good with talking or emotions, at all” His speech is choppy. He pauses every so often, presumably to find the words to say.

You do not allow him the grace; Let him find the words. You would no longer supply them or the avenue; Only bear witness to what he considers a display of emotion, whatever that may be.

His voice is soft.

“I know…I know I’m not your favorite person right now. I just want you to know that I feel for you in ways I’ve never had with another girl-woman. I don’t know if what I’m about to say is smart, but I think it is impossible for me to leave you alone”.

Your heart can hardly contain itself but, before it rises too high, he makes a noise of frustration.

“I’m not good with all these fuckin’ words” it’s said after a laugh of annoyance, you presume.

You look up for a moment and he is fumbling before you: something he rarely does. His hands are in his pockets, in his hair, his gaze is not steadily on you but, the moments where it is, you can feel it. Your heart barely gives you the time.

Should you be honest? You look back at him.

“I do not mind telling you, I am a hair short of terrified of what will happen if I give you permission to show me with action what you cannot with words. I’m giving you the easy way out, again”.

He looks up, face hopeful and his eyes bright.

“I know it doesn’t look good on my part but, please?”.

It is truly disgusting how quickly you melt; Your heart soothes the emotion with desire.

You made a noise, shifting in your bed uneasily.

“And how am I supposed to do this? If I let you and you just fuck me over further, what am I to do then?” You ask aloud, fidgeting with the covers.

You weren’t entirely ready for that reality.

But you couldn’t quite bear the current one.

What you were ready for is your happily ever after, not another failure masquerading as a prince. You sigh heavily, shaking your head as if to shake off all the bad thoughts.

“I do not want to fuck you over. Please believe that”.

Your heart is in your ears. Honesty is the best policy, right?

“I just…I want you to be real with me”.

“Then let me show you” He was quick to respond, even going as far as to take a step closer.

Was the confidence surge a red flag? You were not sure. But you know how your body reacts to it; It is like clockwork. Diffusion is the next step.

“You couldn’t do this in the afternoon?” You complain, exasperated, with an ever so slight smile on your face.

A smile graces his lips. He shakes his head “no”.

Mumbling a “couldn’t wait”.

The smile you exchange is his green light; He took it as a chance to walk over to you, sitting on the bed.

His hands reach for yours.

“I really couldn’t wait”.

You watch him watch you, the tension growing by the millisecond as you hold up his gaze. It is a strange thing you put yourself through. An odd thing that you know you cannot resist.

Does your body crave him? Do you? Is there truly a difference anymore? What did it matter when he was pleading with you, so awkward in front of you, stumbling to find what to say? Against your better judgment, you were giving permission.

It seemed to happen slowly, each movement a bloom of blush across your cheeks or a shift of a gaze or his touch. You place your hand next to his thigh, leaning forward ever so slightly. But he leaned in more, letting his fingers caress the expanse of your bare skin. He pulls the covers back from the corner neatly as you lean closer, swinging your legs under you and sitting up on your knees. His hands went to your back, soft and unhurried while your own rested on his shoulders, then his neck. He was pulling you closer and you allowed it, all while you maintained eye contact and my God did it tantalize you in ways that no human language could accurately describe. You were so close, so so close. His lips, his kiss and most importantly, him, they were all moments away and all you had to do was say:

“Yes”.

And there it went.

He pulled you close, finally letting the gap close as his lips met yours. His lips never took control of yours, gentle, sweet and almost begging for guidance in a way. He was letting you lead the kiss; his hands didn’t wander, and his actions didn’t stray. You let your hands frame his face, tilting his head back and kissing his lips as much as you wanted.

It was a sweet, short eternity before he broke it, watching you above him before he slowly maneuvered himself on the bed. You felt the anticipation burn, letting him gently unfurl your legs out from under you as he laid you down. He didn’t let his body touch yours, instead caressing your own body. He stayed quiet for some time, letting his fingers memorize you. It was actually enough to become a bit embarrassing since he never really did things like this; Things that made you feel in ways that weren’t entirely sexual. Those sexual brushes were seemingly electrified by those underlying feelings.

“Jaehyun, what are you doing?” You ask softly.

That was the moment his gaze snapped up to you, his fingers still. His eyes seem dark, but that hesitant aura still surrounded him. He leaned down, laying down on the bed and hooking his arms underneath your legs. Your eyes widen ever so slightly.

“I’m showing you that I’m not doing this for myself anymore”.

Watching as his fingers move deftly to the inside the waistband of your shorts, he tugs on them.

“May I?” He asked, accompanied with a boyish smile.

You nodded, for you were in fear of using your voice and making a fool out of yourself.

He pulls the material down your legs effortlessly, throwing them over to some forgotten corner of your room. He laid down entirely on his stomach, watching you with hooded eyes before he moved his gaze to the apex of your thighs.

He kissed the inside of your right thigh, once, then twice before throwing your right leg over his shoulder. He kissed your left one next, taking his time with the skin there. He looks up again, asking for confirmation with his eyes.

You nodded.

He shakes his head softly.

“Say it”.

You want to huff but don’t. Instead, you simply say: “Please”.

And it began.

The second his soft lips touch your clit, your back arches ever so slightly, your fingers tangle themselves in his hair and your leg lifts. He chuckled at the reaction, licking his way down your slit and back to your clit, this time French kissing it. The movements of his tongue were fluid, curling and flattening so effortlessly that you could’ve swore he had taken a class on this. You let out a few light moans before he let his tongue make figure eights around your clit. You inhaled sharply, crying out and grabbing at the sheets. He pushed your legs apart gently, now kissing the area around your entrance. Each kiss was slow, deliberate and it killed you in the best way possible. He let a lone finger swipe across, collecting your wetness gingerly as he moved it up and down while kissing your clit. He let one finger slide inside of you, the sensation was a tease. It was nothing compared to his length, to his girth but in this moment was just enough. Your hips roll tentatively, feeling him out. He curled his finger, making you whine for him more.

Opening your eyes- you weren’t entirely sure when you had closed them- you saw Jaehyun looking at you from in between your legs. He looked you over, making sure to keep his eyes on you; You watched him as he pumped a finger in and out of you as slowly as he could. When you take your bottom lip between your teeth, his motion is swift, he raises up from his space and comes to hover over you. One moment his nose is softly rubbing against yours and the next, he’s kissing you. You heard him moan the moment he kissed you. You curled your leg around him so that he could keep moving his two fingers in and out of you. You felt yourself moaning and mewling into his mouth, arching up into the messy kiss as he wrapped a single arm around your waist, holding you close. You broke the kiss, nuzzling your head into the crook of his neck and letting out mewls of his name. You suppress a moan by kissing his neck and he rewards you with one of his own.

“I love when you do that” His voice is clouded over by lust.

Pulling back, to look into his eyes you surprise yourself with the way you reached up and let your fingers dance across the expanse of his jaw.

His eyes widened ever so slightly at you touching him so tenderly, but he quickly remembered the reason why he was there and continues to continue his ministrations. You attempt to withhold a whine as he thumbs your clit.

“You don’t normally say things like that”.

He pauses, taking a moment before moving your hair away from your face.

“You’re gonna cum for me” he speaks softly.

You are not sure if you did a good job of hiding the disappointment on your face; He didn’t fall prey to the air of confession, but you suppose that his reaction gave you your answer.

When you look away, he tilts your head back up, pressing against your clit harder.

“I can see the disappointment in your eyes. I wasn’t finished” he declares.

Your heart perks up.

He leans closer as your heart pounds in your chest and in your ears.

“Your eyes are lowered and you’re looking at me like you could eat me” His thumb slowly swipes across your bottom lip.

“Those pretty eyes are telling me all the things that you won’t let yourself say or do "He curls both fingers making you grasp onto him tightly, a gasp escaping your lips.

“Your hips move to meet my fingers, you’re grabbing onto my arms, kissing my neck while you try your hardest to hold it together”.

Did he seriously notice all that?

“Jaehyun, a bit more”.

He leans in just a bit closer.

“You tighten when I do this” He curls his fingers softly.

“Oh god, you have to hit right there”.

He chuckles.

“I know kitten. The point is, I know you”

A pause

“Right now, though, I don’t think that’s important anymore”.

He bites his lip.

“What is important is the fact that I love when you kiss my neck”.

He does?

“I can listen to you moan my name all day long and get hard each and every time”.

You were about to do it again.

“To make you forget the world and focus on one thing only is a blessing to me”.

“J-Jaehyun”.

“I know, kitten”

You grip onto his shoulders while you feel euphoria wash over your body. It was wave after wave of pleasure, and you weren’t too sure you could handle its intensity. You open your eyes whilst riding the curtails of your orgasm and find Jaehyun looking right at you. You gripped onto his shirt as the last waves passed but he remained silent, watching you with dark eyes.

“Feel good?” He asks.

You nodded, leaning back against the pillows. It took a moment before he did anything but, eventually, he sat on top of the quilt with you, letting you rest your head on his shoulders.

But even through your pleasure haze, you could see his erection clearly in those borrowed sweatpants. You let your gaze flicker downward and he caught your eyes trailing over his crotch. He shook his head, simply offering you an adorable smile.

Instead, he wraps an arm around you and pulls you back down to the bed.

You weren’t sure when you drifted off to sleep but when you awoke, you heard the water running in the bathroom. Stretching out your muscles, you look around your bedroom and accurately deduce who was in the shower. Your mind went to earlier in the day; His ministrations, his fingers, his tongue. Clenching your thighs, you decide that you need to take your mind away from that. Getting up from your bed with the intention of getting a snack, you stop by the bathroom door for a moment. You could hear him from your spot against the bathroom door.

It took seconds for you to realize what he was doing; The moans, the intake of breath and the low whines you heard from him. Should you? You had a thought of going into the bathroom, surprising him and starting what would definitely be an amazing sex session.

But you thought of your relationship to the situation and how, if you went in there and asked him to fuck you silly, you would never see if he’s serious about treating you properly. So, despite every fiber in your being, you resign, opting to walk away.

Then you hear a soft moan.

A very soft but very audible “kitten”.

Your eyes went wide as you froze in place, not really knowing what to say or do as you inadvertently listened to him finish. You kind of just stood there, looking like an absolute fool as he came out of the bathroom, toweling his hair. His eyes connected with yours and, uncharacteristically, a flush of color flooded his cheeks.

“I know you heard that”.

You nod once, at a loss for words as you take a few steps forward.

“You said my name” You whisper, your voice barely carrying in the quiet apartment.

“Technically” He began, taking a step towards you and wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you forward. “I said your nickname”.

His towel was damp and the only thing separating you two.

It was so quiet and you weren’t sure what it was that you could do about this situation while not fucking up a potential connection you could have with him.

You couldn’t stop your reaction; You were in front of him before you could realize it, raising yourself up on your tiptoes while you wrap both arms around his neck. Sighing rather loudly, he wraps his arms around you and nuzzles himself in your neck.

You will yourself to say what was on your mind as you let him hold you.

“Jaehyun”.

“Mm?”

You swallow.

“What do you want from me?” The words were a soft whisper, burning in your throat as you realized what you had asked.

He sighs, pulling you closer to him but offering no other response. You let him have a few moments of silence, but you weren’t having it last longer than a minute.

“Jaehyun” You repeat sternly.

The man says nothing, opting to hold you tighter instead. You push him off, only to find that he won’t meet your eyes.

You feel your chest constrict.

“So that’s it? You get drunk, mess with my emotions and then that’s it?” The pain in your heart is palpable as you watch his quiet form.

He offered nothing for a few moments. You chuckle dryly, sniffing to try to hold back the tears.

It was only when you began to storm off in the direction of your bedroom that he showed any reaction, grabbing your hand.

“Don’t go” The words were out of his mouth in a rush before he could stop himself.

You felt the tears well up in your eyes the moment he said that; Every emotion that he has either pleasured you with or forced you to experience came to the surface.

Inhaling sharply and exhaling slowly, you pull your hand from his grip.

“I…I care about you”.

You shake your head.

“Not enough” You counter to which he was very quiet.

Not even bothering to look his way, you shut your eyes quietly as your bitter work stared you in the face.

This could not go on.

He is not the man you thought he was.

With the last amount of strength you had, you addressed the man behind you.

“Leave”.

It was quiet for a moment as both of you just let the demand hang in the air. Inhaling sharply, you mentally prepare yourself for his reaction as you turn to face him. Hardening your gaze, you looked towards the man in front of you with a new sense of malice, something you hoped you would never have to do.

You’re going to have to force yourself to stay away from Jaehyun.

“I-”

You shake your head.

“No. I’m happy you’re no longer hungover; Get dressed and get out. If you’re not gone within the next 20 minutes, Johnny will show you out”.

He scoffed but the sharpness in your gaze made him reconsider whatever the hell he was about to say next. He remained quiet as he went to retrieve his belongings. You couldn’t bear to watch it so, you did the only thing you could and retreated to your room. You were two steps in before you realized that your sanctuary had been contaminated with him as well. Rage surged through your veins as you remembered the preceding morning. You stripped the bed angrily, and ball up the sheets in your arms, taking everything off you take it over the washing machine.

You ignore the hurt in his face as you brush past him to throw it in the wash.

“Actually” You spun around, surprisingly disappointed and simultaneously relieved to find that he was a good 2 feet away from you.

Your words die in your throat. You can do nothing but laugh bitterly at the situation.

“Never mind” you mumble.

You slam the washer closed after affording him a glare. You turn back to the task at hand.

Seeing those hands that caressed your skin not too long ago, those eyes that held you captive for so long and those lips that spoke lies you wanted to believe oh so bad; The helplessness and the inferiority of a high schooler returned with a staggering vengeance.

God, have you truly changed so little?

No.

You couldn’t have changed so little. The tears sprang to your eyes before you could say anything. The hope that you held onto that candle flame you held for him dimmed greatly; In that moment you promised yourself you would do anything to make sure that flame went out and stayed out. You allow the hope you have to come to the surface: The hope that he would hold you and tell you that it was only you that he wanted, that it was only you that he wanted to love and hold; You let it swell into a great big frozen balloon. Then, before you can question it, you smash it.

You intend on using the shards to sever any remaining ties between you and the man in front of you.

You deserved more than being a simple physical release or comfort but as a partner. You begin to scan your memories with lightning speed, reminding yourself of the past opportunities that you squandered for Jaehyun.

His voice as he called to you was distorted, the bass didn’t reverberate through you like it once did and you simply didn’t feel the slight dizziness of intoxication that his presence so often provided. It was no longer a game and, at once, it seemed as if you had broken the matrix. Here you stood watching as Jaehyun took a step towards you, feeling nothing but cold anger.

“You…you’re not going to say anything?” His voice low, quiet.

What had made him so special before? You ponder, lost in thought at your own question as you faced him. You suppose he received an answer through his own assumptions, deciding to pass you by quietly to gather the little things he has left. You stood in perpetual silence, only deciding to move once he pulled his shirt over his head. Your destination: Your phone.

Heading over to your bedroom, with a quick tap of your fingers.

You: (4:46)- You busy?

A few moments later:

Johnny (4:50)- Nah, you need me for something?

You: (4:51)-Badly. Had a really ruff day.

Johnny: (4:53)- Say less, be over in 30.

“Leave the door unlocked please”.

Doyoung’s eyes blazed with a fire that you had clearly stoked behind them before he barked out a vicious laugh.

“Johnny?”.

You do not respond.

You do not have the energy for it, you simply shrug, deciding that you weren’t going to engage in the endless game. You’d rather bury your sorrows in Johnny’s neck as you whispered for him to go deeper. Healthy? No. Effective? Maybe. Pleasurable? Hell yeah.

“I’ll see you later?”.

You set your mouth into a line and nod.

“See you at work”.

Jaehyun grips his jacket, scratching the soft material of the couch whilst doing so and messing up the tastefully placed blanket. Only when you heard the door slam shut did you both relish in and dread the silence.

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sighingsiren-tales · 2 years

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A message.

Due to recent issue with some people arguing about how ‘AO3 should have algorithm’ and such… I feel like these tweets need to be shared out more.

[Edit] Also since I noticed this post blowing up, if anyone ever tell you that AO3 doesn’t have a function to RECCOMMEND fics you like to others or read other people’s fic recs on the site point them to this post.

#fandom #psa #ao3

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sighingsiren-tales · 2 years

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Y’all already know what I wanna say.

HE LOOKS SO GOOD (trans. cr. jjk_times)

#jungkook #bts #jeongguk #jeon jungkook #bangtan

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sighingsiren-tales · 2 years

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Story-boarding for a new royal-au I’ve been working on for a few months. Can you guess the group?

#sighingsirentales #new fic alert!#bts #shinee #seventeen #bangtan #exo #monsta x #got7 #nct #stray kids

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i just read 3 is Never a Crowd and it’s soo good. i just love meanie and i hope more people write more fics of them 😭 but may i ask how many more parts will you be doing and when will the next one be posted? no rush, really just love your work!

Believe it or not, this wonderful post is the reason I posted part 3 early. Thank you for being so lovely to me!

Writing was one of my first loves and I love sharing it with people.

#sighingsirenanswers #i really love this

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sighingsiren-tales · 2 years

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You Knew Better (pt2) (Original post accidently deleted!)

S/o to the WONDERFUL human who let me know that it deleted!

I never meant to delete this series! If you guys can get the likes back to the 350+ it was before it deleted, I’ll post pt.3 by the end of this holiday weekend!

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“Huh, looks like it was fate that wanted us to talk” Jaehyun mumbles as you desperately push the help button on the elevator.

You turn around to face him only to find that his expression was one of absolute amusement.

“Oh, so this is a game to you?” You question harshly.

“Nope” He spoke smugly before taking a step forward.

“But it does give us an opportunity to talk”.

“I don’t want to talk Jaehyun, I want to get out of the fucking elevator” You deadpanned, causing him to chuckle slightly.

“Well, since you have nothing better to do other than wait on the fire department, why don’t you tell me exactly why you’re ignoring me?” He spoke, voice soft and sweet.

Rolling your eyes, you resist the urge to childishly stomp your foot in annoyance.

“Again, with this?” You ask exasperatedly.

“You’re like a dog with a bone” No sooner than the words left your mouth he chuckles, the sound emanating from deep in his chest.

“Trust me, you have no idea” He quips.

Your hope that he doesn't speak again is dashed within minutes.

“You still haven’t answered my question” He spoke again after a few moments of silence.

You gave him a slight glance over your shoulder before turning your attention back to the elevator’s help button.

“Is this because of high school?”

You give him a death glare in response. You don’t even bother to answer him, opting for fishing your phone out of your pocket and dialing Johnny instead. You place it to your ear, ignoring Jaehyun’s comments as you wait for the rings to subside.

“Helllloooo”

“Jay, I got stuck in a fucking elevator”.

“You’re kidding”.

Ignoring Jaehyun’s existence, you click the facetime call button and wait a mere 3 seconds before he answers. He looks around at your surroundings in awe first before looking at your face.

“And you’re alone?”.

“Of course not,” Jaehyun scoffs, leaning up against a corner of the elevator with a smug look on his face.

Johnny’s eyes nearly bulged out of his head as he began to mouth the words “Is that?”. You barely let him ask before nodding. He lets out a chuckle, running a hand through his hair before flopping onto his bed.

“Your life is a damn k-drama”.

You groan.

“Tell me about it”.

“Want me to come rescues you?”.

You scoff.

“Just call the damn fire department so I can get out of here”.

Johnny chuckles before promising you that he would do as you asked. You nod, saying your goodbyes before hanging up.

“Aww so sweet” Jaehyun comments

“Please shut up” You ask before scrolling through your phone in an attempt to block him out.

“Are you going to talk to me now?” He asks.

You sigh, forcing your eyes to stay glued to your screen.

“Are you going to stop pretending like we both don’t know how this ends?”

Your words hang in the air for a second.

“Oh? And how does it end?”.

A pause, and a bitter chuckle.

“You get your nut and I’m left alone. Been there done that and have to say, thanks but no thanks” You struggle to keep your voice level as you scroll past a cat video on Instagram.

You feel his fingers enclose around the upper part of your arm.

“It won’t be like that this time”.

You scoff at his words, shaking your head at his “vow”.

“I don’t know what is with you and Johnny lying to me when I know the truth” You counter.

Within seconds, Jaehyun’s hand was around the screen of your phone and the next thing you knew, your phone was up in the air, above his head as you were left looking at where it had once been. You sigh heavily before turning to face him, but the rage that assaulted you was more than enough to put a crack in the mask of calm, cool and collected that you had created. You jump for the phone only for Jaehyun to move it at the last second so that it was just beyond your reach. You huff as you reach for it again, not realizing how close you and Jaehyun were until his other hand snuck up to grab your chin and force your eyes to meet his. His gaze was stern, something you don’t normally see with him.

“Don’t ever compare Johnny and I”.

“If the shoe fits” You snort, crossing your arms over your chest.

Before you knew it, Jaehyun was directly in your face; Your arms drop.

“You think so, huh? So then” He leans closer, causing you to step back.

“Tell me”.

Another step forward. Another step back.

“Does he fuck like me?”

Don’t react.

“Does he remember to hold your hips in place when you’re about to cum?”

Don’t.

“Or” His finger twirled a single curl around.

“Can he dig you out like I can?”

You push back on his shoulders before he can finish speaking. Missing no opportunity, you lean down and grab the phone that had fallen from his hand when he stumbled backwards, thanking yourself for getting a case. Before you can even unlock it, he grabs it back.

“Jaehyun” You hiss.

He gives you no response and instead decides to tuck the phone into the inside pocket of his suit jacket. You huff, not caring that he had finally got some emotion from you seeing as you were too annoyed by this point.

“What is it? What is it about me that makes it so goddamned fun to fuck with? I’m pretty sure you have other girls just waiting outside your door, legs open and willing. So why me?” You ranted, your voice rising a bit the longer your sentence went on.

“I don’t know why it’s so hard for you to realize that I actually like you” He shot back, turning up his nose in annoyance.

You bark out a humorless laugh at his statement before offering a retort.

“Why? Why is it so hard for me to realize that? It’s you! It’s your goddamn fault!”.

“That was years ago. In high school-”

“And college, freshman and sophomore year” You chime in, causing him to purse his lips and pause before continuing.

“I was a stupid kid. I didn’t know any better and it was a mistake” He counters, taking a step forward.

“A stupid kid? You fucked me over again just a few months ago!” You exclaim, to which he was absolutely silent.

“I’m not about to be the bitch that gets played for a twelfth time. I’d rather save the shattered remains of my pride and myself from looking stupid yet again because of you” You continue, your words coming out harshly.

He says nothing but you could see his jaw clench clearly.

“Now” You spoke, straightening your clothing and leveling your gaze with his.

“Give. Me. My. God. Damn. Phone”.

Jaehyun made no moves to look away from you, his gaze holding up under the intensity of your own.

“Make me”.

The next few seconds were a quick succession of movements. He rushes forwards, his hands cradling your face rather roughly as his fingertips nip the nape of your neck. He pulls you towards him with a strength you didn’t know he possessed, his lips finding yours easily and kissing you roughly. You find yourself enjoying the intensity of the kiss which was no doubt a result of the intense emotion and thick sexual tension. You let your fingertips grip the collar of his shirt, pulling him down rather roughly as you nipped at his lip.

Fuck his shirt, you think as you tug on it.

I hope it rips.

His kiss becomes bruising, his lips never allowing a breath to come out of yours as he kisses you over and over and over again. His fingers tighten around the expanse of your neck, then relax and you feel an inaudible gasp leave your lips at the feel of it. In a matter of seconds, you snap yourself back into reality, breaking the kiss and moving over to a different corner of the elevator.

It is silent; Dead silence, save for the harsh pants coming from you both.

It takes a few moments before he speaks again.

“Why?” His question fades into nothingness.

You let out a shuddering breath, looking over at him quickly before shaking your head.

“I should be asking you that” You retort.

Sighing, you take off your heels and slide down to sit on the floor of the elevator; You’re tired of standing.

“Why can’t you just listen to me?” He asks quietly before joining you on the floor.

“Why do you have a problem with commitment?” you snap back which, as you expected, results in silence.

“Have you ever thought that maybe I just don’t want to commit to you?” He asked, his tone inquisitive although his words stung a bit.

You let out a bitter chuckle before looking over at him.

“You know, I’ve thought about that. I thought that maybe it was just me” You pause in order to turn and face him fully, mainly so you could see his reaction.

“Then I remind myself of every single time that you’ve come back to me, from high school till now. And I wonder” You pause to make eye contact with him.

“What is it about me that you can’t stay away from but can’t stay with?”.

The sentence lingers in the air and Jaehyun offers nothing to refute that. You scoff before looking at your phone, scrolling through random posts before his voice breaks the silence.

“I was stupid back then; immature and impressionable. I’m sorry” His voice was soft and, for once, not argumentative.

You were rendered speechless; What could you say to that?

Was it genuine?

Was it another ploy?

Did you really want to waste time figuring it out? What would happen if he was serious? Did he mean it?

“But” his voice cuts through your thoughts.

“What happened at the company retreat was different. It wasn’t just another one-night stand”.

Pulling your lip balm out your pocket, you huff. His response was definitely disappointing.

“Could’ve fooled me” you mutter bitterly.

“Maybe when you accept the fact that I’m not trying to fool you, this would work”.

You give a humorless chuckle.

“Look at your track record and tell me I wouldn’t be stupid for trusting you again” You spoke, daring him to challenge you.

He chews on his lip quietly, not bothering to offer a response.

You scoff for the umpteenth time.

“Why am I entertaining this?” You mutter more to yourself than to Jaehyun.

You threw your lip balm back into your purse rather bitterly as the smallest hope that Jaehyun could’ve actually been taking you seriously dissolved into disappointment. The second that you looked up from your bag, there was Jaehyun.

Right in front of you, with his hands on the slope of your neck pulling you to meet his lips. You want to resist but, will you? Shit, can you?

Why do you keep doing this dance knowing how it ends and know that your heart will end up on the cutting room floor?

Your resolve isn’t hardened by the time your mouth opens up underneath. He kisses you in a way that he has never kissed you before; He moves his lips softly and unhurriedly, as if he was savoring the moment. The way his hands cradled your neck and jawline was almost tender and you were finding it more and more difficult to breathe as his lips met yours again and again and again. You let your hand rise and fall so many times, the desire to touch him, combating with your hurt fiercely. You clench them into fists at your sides for a moment before he readjusts his hands, letting one cradle your jawline as the other wraps around your waist.

Fuck it.

You let your hands clutch at the sides of his shirt tightly, finally kissing him back as you grip at his suit jacket; Anything higher or more intimate and you ran the risk of not being able to stop yourself.

Jaehyun broke the kiss, brushing a few stray curls away from your face as he stared deeply into your eyes.

“You can’t tell me there wasn’t any emotion in that”

You couldn’t even respond; Your own feelings and thoughts were working a mile a minute whilst your words were currently on lunch break.

As if the universe decided enough was enough, you feel the elevator shake slightly. That shake was more than enough to cause you two to break apart. You push away from him quickly although your eyes are fixated on the swollen pink plane of his lips. You touch a thumb to your own briefly before fixing your clothes. Clearing your throat, you both stand in an awkward silence until it came time for the elevator to finally descend, the fire department being the welcome committee as the doors opened. You bow to them deeply, thanking them for their help. After answering a few brief questions and reassuring the paramedics that you were fine, you were pulled into a hug and the scent of the person trapping you? Unmistakable Johnny. You let out a chuckle as you gladly hug him back, wrapping your arms around his midsection.

“You okay princess?” He whispers to which you nod and pull him closer.

When you pull away from the hug, Johnny palms frame your face, and he gives you a quick kiss on the lips. It was short and sweet, barely there. But, for some reason, it still causes you to feel terrible. Should you though? You and Jaehyun weren’t together and never were.

But then again neither were you and Johnny. You could feel eyes watching you, a specific pair. You know immediately who it is but refuse to turn around. Instead, you smile at the worried look in Johnny’s eyes.

“Worried about me?” You tease before he pulls you in by wrapping a single arm around your waist.

“Of course,” he spoke, pulling you to his side.

For a split second you look up and Jaehyun’s eyes connect with yours immediately; You can see his eyes search yours for a split second before that concern was masked. He simply straightens his suit jacket and gives a quick wink before turning his attention back to the fire department.

“Wanna head home now?” Johnny asked quietly.

“Yours or mine?” You asked, a bit distractedly.

“Mine” He pulled you a bit closer as you walked towards the exit.

The thought didn’t fill you with excitement the way it normally did, and you shook your head ‘no’. He seemed confused, immediately stopping and turning around to face you fully. He lifted your face up, moving it from side to side as if he was inspecting you.

“Are you okay, honestly?” He asked, concern quite evident in his voice.

You nod once.

“I just need to be in my own bed right now” You mumbled, fumbling around in your purse for your keys.

The kiss was finally taking effect. Johnny looked like he was mulling something over in that melon of his, looking you over once, then twice before nodding curtly.

“Let me know if you need anything?” He phrased it like a question, but you knew it was a silent command.

Nodding, you decide to make polite small talk, as well as crack a few jokes, as you and Johnny make your way to your car. The drive to drop him off was pretty funny although all together uneventful and, when you finally drop off the aforementioned man to his doorstep, you let out a huge sigh of relief.

It was good to know you were finally alone with your thoughts and, no matter how hard you tried, your thoughts kept drifting back to Jaehyun. What he had said in the elevator, how he had kissed you, how he looked at you. The nagging thought that it wasn’t just him wanting to get his dick wet was a bit alarming as well as foreign and you were still trying to decide if it was a good change or not. What caused that change for that matter? Those thoughts followed you from your car to your front door to your couch where you plopped down unceremoniously. You huff at the day you had before slightly scolding yourself. Why is it that Jaehyun could just say some words, and, like that, you were hooked once more? Why did you give him such power when you knew he wasn’t worthy of it? He didn’t care and you know he didn’t so why was this even a conversation that you were having with yourself? Some part of you hoped that, like in the movies, Jaehyun would show up at your door, professing his true love for you and telling you that you were all he wanted. But, as an hour stretched on into two, there was no Jaehyun and no movie worthy speech. So, you did as anyone else would and continued the remainder of your night, showering extra-long and getting yourself ready for bed. By the time 10 o'clock rolled around, you were setting your tea by your bedside, and pulling back the blanket to get underneath when your phone rang. Glancing at the number, which was unrecognizable to you, you picked up the phone.

“Hello?”.

“Fuck, you even sound pretty over the phone”.

Even through the slurred words, you could tell it was Jaehyun calling you.

You sigh heavily although a part of you wondered if you would get your happily ever after, after all.

“Jaehyun, why have you been drinking? and who’s phone are you calling me from?”.

“I borrowed it. It’s Taeyong’s phone. I miss you. I keep thinking about the elevator in you-I mean, you in the elevator and I-”.

“Jaehyun stop” you cut him off right there; You had to.

You had been thinking about precisely what he was about to tell you since it happened, and you really didn’t need to think about it more.

“Can I come stay with you for tonight? I promise I won’t be loud, and I won't be annoying. It’s just, your house is so close to where I am, and your house has something mine doesn’t” He slurred.

You pursed your lips together.

“Yeah? What’s that?”.

“You”.

That answer had your stomach flipping around constantly as you wondered what to say, though you hoped that would be his answer.

“So quiet. Are you thinking?”.

“Jaehyun”.

“My love?”.

“Kindly stay the fuck out of my head”.

You heard him giggle adorably to which you find a sliver of a smile making its way onto your lips.

“Hey, if I can’t be in your head can I be in your bed?”.

Moment ruined. Way to go Jaehyun.

“No” You maintained.

“Why not? I don’t want to hurt you. I just want to be around you until I sleep, and plus, I don’t want to be alone right now”.

“Jaehyun, that’s not my problem-”

“Kitten. Please”.

Silence.

Dead silence.

You hadn’t heard anyone call you that name since High school sophomore year. Come to think of it, that was actually how you were introduced to Jaehyun. Your best friend at the time, Ten, had given you the nickname and introduced you to him as such, in lieu of your real name. It was a nickname that held a special place in your heart. Your resolve weakened almost immediately.

“Please just don’t say no to me right now. I can’t go home like this. Please”.

You huffed once more, flipping the blanket up in frustration as you told him what he so desperately wanted to hear: that he could stay with you, given he goes home in the morning.

“Thank you so much”.

Brushing off his drunken thank you, you told him your address, staying on the phone with him as his uber came, per his wishes, while you made his makeshift bed on the couch. You placed two pillows on the couch, with a thick blanket and set up 2 Advil's and an ice-cold glass of water that you knew he would need in the morning.

“You’re so beautiful. Like, your face is so pretty and then your body is pretty too. But in different ways”.

You rolled your eyes, a slight chuckle actually escaping you.

“You’re just a drunken goddamn mess, aren’t you?”.

He goes on: “I think I could kiss you all day if you’d let me. Then fuck you all night, again, if you’d let me”

He rambled on as you found some sweatpants your brother left here that you wore from time to time. By the time you were done setting up, Jaehyun was singing that he was “5 minutes away”.

“Hey, can I ask you something?”.

Good grief.

“Go ahead”.

“Who was your first love?”.

You froze.

You were not expecting that question.

“Another time Jaehyun” You promised, hoping that you wouldn’t have to keep it he started to ramble drunkenly again.

It was only a matter of minutes before Jaehyun was ringing the doorbell like a maniac, unlike a sane person who would have just announced their presence over the phone. You rolled your eyes at his eagerness and, although some part of you loved it, you knew it was just because he was drunk. You walk over to the door just the slightest bit irritated. Throwing it open, you sassed “Yes, wake up my whole goddamn neighborhood”.

It took you a few moments before you registered what Jaehyun was wearing: a simple black button up which conveniently had the first few missing and black distressed jeans. You looked him over once more before your gaze went up to his face, to which he smiled. Not boyishly though, seductively. You moved aside so he could step in and, when he did, you closed and locked the door behind him. Before he could speak, you did.

“Go shower. You need to sober up” you commanded.

To which he gave a mock salute.

“Yes ma’am”.

You direct him to the bathroom telling him where everything is before taking his clothes from him through a crack in the bathroom door so that you could wash them for him to wear tomorrow. All the while, you contemplated just why the fuck you were doing this. What drew you in so much and why? You sat there contemplating before your mind wandered over the nickname, he had called you. It took you back, way back.

“Ten!” you shrieked as he bought you over to meet some of his older and attractive friends.

“It’ll be fine, stop worrying” Ten brushed off your slight anxiety.

You knew who his friends were, there were the popular, attractive older kids who didn’t seem to have a flaw on them. By the time you got 2 fingers of his off your wrist, you were already at the lunch table.

“Ayo Ten!” You looked over just in time to see someone clap Ten on the shoulder, smiling at him brightly before his gaze shifted over to you.

You felt your eyes widen as your heart rate sped up ever so slightly. You were young; You didn’t come into your own yet and you were not that confident in yourself as of yet, so seeing a boy who was so breathtakingly handsome stunned you into silence.

“Oh, right, this is-” Ten paused to look back at you.

Taking one look at your form, he rolled his eyes and tapped your chin.

“Close your mouth Kitten”.

Taking yourself from your embarrassing state, you hit Ten on the shoulder.

“Fuck you” You mumbled.

The handsome boy approached you holding out his hand with a bright smile.

“Nice to meet you Kitten, I’m Jaehyun” You were about to reach out and take his hand before you realized what he called you.

“My names’ not a kitten” you mumble, causing both of them to laugh.

“I’m done” you heard a voice whisper in your ear, completely taking you from your memory and causing you to shriek slightly.

Spinning around, you found that you were now trapped between your washing machine and a wet Jaehyun.

“Jaehyun-” You barely got his name out before he cut you off.

“That’s not how I want you to say my name” He whispered in your ear.

His hands come down to rest on either side of you, atop the washing machine.

He didn’t touch you, but he let his head hang a bit lower.

“I want you to say my name the way I know you say Johnny’s” His own statement seemed to irritate him as he made a “tch” sound.

“Johnny” He hissed.

“Jaehyun, it’s late. Do you have to play with me right now?” You asked, utterly exhausted.

In an instant, he pulled you against him, eliminating any and all space between your bodies.

“I’m not playing with you”.

“Jaehyun. Let go, I’m tired” You were not in the mood for his mind games.

“No”.

He pulled away from the hug, lifting you unceremoniously and sitting you atop the washer so that he could look you in your eyes.

“What do I have to do to get you to believe that I’m serious about how I feel about you?”.

Startled by his words it took you a minute for you to actually think about it. The look in his eyes was unlike one that you had ever seen from him before and while you knew there was liquor in his system, the part of you that wanted to believe him was strong. However, as you said before, you were not about to be the bitch that got played for the umpteenth time. You needed something that would bother both you and him to prove he was serious.

“Sleep on the couch. All night. Don’t touch me, don’t come into my room until I wake up” You dictated, the words out of your mouth before you could stop them.

Sighing, the man in front of you nodded before backing away from you. Before you could get off the washer though, he spoke up, his voice quiet and hesitant.

“I... I know I’m still a little drunk and I promise to honor what you want but can I…”

He’s quiet. You refuse to meet his eyes, busying yourself with the tiling of the floor.

“Could I kiss you?”.

You looked up from the floor to his face; The absolute innocent and pleading look in his eye was something he couldn’t fake, or so you’d like to believe. Letting out a small sigh, you hop down from atop the washing machine and walk over to where he stood, letting your hands frame his face. You pause, watching his eyes for any sly glint. You find none.

His fingers wrap around your wrists, keeping your hands where they were.

You lean in, and so does he.

The kiss was soft and somehow familiar, his lips meeting yours again and again as his hands slowly made their way to rest where they may; One on your lower back and the other on your hip. You tiptoed to continue the kiss, letting the last few seconds linger for a bit longer before you broke it. When you came down from your tiptoes, Jaehyun took your face in his hands and kissed you once more, deeply but only for a moment. The short encounter left you shell shocked.

“I’m sorry. You’re just… so pretty” Jaehyun spoke sheepishly, scratching the back of his head.

You nodded, clearing your throat before walking out from the washing room and into the living room, wordlessly showing him your couch. You watch as he walks over to it, quietly might you add, before heading over to your bedroom. You stop yourself at the door, closing your eyes and inhaling deeply before speaking.

“Goodnight Jaehyun”.

“Sleep well Kitten”.

It was only when you closed the door that you remembered why that kiss felt so familiar; That’s how Jaehyun had kissed you on the night of the company retreat.

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What happened to the you knew better pt. 2? 😭 did you delete it because of the people complaining about the hyphen? 🥲 some people are so rude, take your time and write however you want cause your stories are so good regardless 🫶

It definitely was rude but no!

I would never delete that one! I actually edited it to take out the hyphen to make some people more comfortable!

I just got back from work so after my shower I’m gonna take a look and make sure it’s up and posted!

I was actually planning on posting part 3 tomorrow around 5!

#sighingsirenanswers

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The Art of Seduction

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“Compliments of the gentleman over there”.

You turn around to look over at the man who had sent you the drink, sending him a slight smile before pushing the drink back to the waiter and telling him no thank you. A few moments later who you assumed was the waiter, placed your cocktail in front of you. You were about to thank him before you realized that it was the same man who had sent a drink over. He sat in front of you, dark hair away from his face as he balanced himself on his elbows on the small table.

“So you’re not a mango girl? Noted”.

You simply look him up and down, taking a small sip of the strawberry passion fruit combo you had ordered for yourself, the cocktail he sent you untouched.

“I’m allergic, actually” You deadpan, relishing in the look of absolute disbelief and terror on his face.

“I am so sorry. I had no idea that you were allergic!” He exclaims, seeming to be genuinely sorry.

“Well of course. How could you have known? We are strangers, after all” You quip, chuckling slightly before pulling your book out of your purse and opening it to your bookmarked page, hoping the riff raff would take itself out.

You barely read two lines before he, unfortunately, speaks again.

“The Art of Seduction, huh?” He spoke, parroting the title of your book as if he was a proud first grader, reading a sentence.

How brilliant.

You look up from the page for a quick second, giving a tight lipped smile before returning to your book.

“So, you're trying to seduce someone?” He asks, trying painstakingly hard to be sexy and failing, rather miserably.

“Nope, just trying to read” Your words are spoken as nonchalantly as possible.

“In a bar?” He questions indignantly.

“Yeah, that’s the meeting place we chose” A deeper, smoother voice answers.

You raise your head and have to stifle a gasp; You pray your face doesn’t betray your thoughts. Although it’s near impossible, you try your best to conceal your surprise at the ridiculously handsome, tall man standing by your side.

“I didn’t realize we were having company tonight. I’m Namjoon” He held his hand out for the other young man to take, which he did, begrudgingly.

“DoHyun, I was actually just leaving” He spoke slowly, obviously dejected as he left the booth you were in.

Namjoon watches him leave with a polite smile, sitting down smoothly before letting a scowl overtake his handsome features.

“I hate creeps like that. Your tone, your body language and your words were telling him to fuck off” He places a few books that he was carrying on the table.

“Some people can’t take no for an answer” You sigh, closing your book; You were not in the mood to read anymore.

“Thanks for the save though” Your thanks is welcomed with a curt nod.

“Robert Greene’s a genius isn’t he?” Namjoon compliments, peaking your interest as you finally make direct eye contact with him.

“Isn’t he?” You parrot.

“I love how he explains each seducer with a historical example and then dissects it. He makes it so easy to understand and yet so captivating” Being able to talk about your intense love for the book as well as the author was a passion of yours, a passion Namjoon seemed to understand.

He looks at you with a slight smirk, dark eyes fixated on your own as you speak.

“Is that right? Which one do you identify with most?” He asked, his tone oh so suggestive.

You raise your eyebrows in surprise to his question to which he laughs, the sound rich, beautiful and somehow sexy. It was…lovely to watch him smile.

“What? You're gonna dismiss me too, pretty girl?” His voice lowers an octave in such a way that you had no choice but to take notice.

You shrug, deciding to play coy, though your cheeks burned at his compliment.

“I don’t know, what do you have that the last guy didn’t?” You lean back, taking a sip of your cocktail as Namjoon pretends to think.

“Well” He paused to push his glasses up a bit.

“For one thing, common sense” You giggle at the statement, trying your best not to attract attention.

“And second thing” He grabs your hand from across the table, effectively bringing the focus back on him, pressing his lips gently against the back of it in a kiss.

He held onto your dainty hand as one holds a flower while he gazes into your eyes. His fingers are soft, much larger than yours but gentle with you.

“I am a grown man, not a little boy. Whatever he did was all lust and no actual thought”

You raise a brow.

“A grown man, huh?” You ask, a smile peeking out from the corners of your lips.

He nods before speaking, a hint of a dimple flashing.

“Grown men tend to be straightforward; Games are not really my thing”.

He took a sip of the drink you couldn’t have, seemingly enjoying it before placing it back beside you. His eyes connect with yours again.

“I am very straightforward”.

“And I will stop you when you get too direct” You joke, chuckling at his advances.

“Ah, good. That means I haven’t offended you… yet” He leans forward.

You giggle.

“Yet?”.

A pause.

“I must warn you” He whispers while looking into your eyes from across the table.

You lean in as well, unable to resist his charms.

“Tell me” You speak slowly, his gaze lowers to your lips.

“You’re going to have to stop me soon sweetheart” His voice is low.

“And if I do not?” You ask, watching his eyes darken the longer he stared.

“I may really start to get out of pocket” He ends his statement with a dark chuckle.

Deciding to stir the pot, you ask, “Oh? And what would that look like?”.

He was quick to acquiesce: “Give me permission to show you”.

You look him over, tongue swiping over your bottom lip before you could stop it.

“You speak like you know me, Namjoon” You particularly relish the way that he shivers when you say his name.

It takes him a second to respond.

“You’re in my human psychology and development class beautiful” No later than the words leave his mouth, you want to kick yourself for not recognizing him earlier.

He giggles at the realization that passes over your face.

“It’s finally coming to you” He laughs heartily.

“So, aside from saving me from creeps and flirting with me, why is it you’re now talking to me?” You tease.

“Why are you dodging my question?” His tone mimics yours.

You pause to think about it, giving him permission you mean…Could that truly be a good idea? Your hormones seem to think for you as you find yourself formulating your answer before you realize that you already know what you want. Your teeth gently sink into your lower lip before you can nod your answer, the answer he hoped for. You see a hint of a smile across his lips before he tsks.

“A nod won’t do. Say it for me little one” He spoke darkly, quite lowly.

“Namjoon” You breathe, relishing in the strong domineering aura that his presence gave off.

You feel safe.

His eyes darken yet again, playful aura gone and his whole demeanor changing the second you spoke his name.

“Isn’t it a bit too early for you to be saying my name like that?” He asks, fiddling with your fingers gently.

You shrug before downing some of the liquid courage. You inhale.

“I do nothing without reason so”, Another sip.

“I give you permission” You say before you lose your nerve.

You don’t understand what it was about him that drew you in so much but it was even more difficult for you to resist him. He gave you a look you couldn’t quite place the second you gave your consent before standing up from his side of the booth, brushing his hands on his jeans and walking over to slide in beside you.

You kind of wanted him to think about sliding into something else.

Before he sat down, you notice the way the black t-shirt he wore fit his broad shoulders perfectly, stretching across his chest as if it was made for him. The rings on his finger, his vibrant, healthy blond hair pushed back away from his face, showing off those beautiful, deep dimples and those plush lips which look so soft, full and inviting; He truly was the perfect, sculpted man. He let his left arm curl around the back of the booth before leaning back against the seat next to you.

“Nice being this close?” He asks in a soft, sultry voice.

You lean against him and inhale. He smelled so good, clean and fresh with a hint of spice underneath; It drove you wild in the best of ways. His fingers trailed lightly across the hem of your dress, caressing the soft skin of your mid thigh and dipping underneath the fabric of your skirt every so often.

“This okay?” He asks in your ear, lips pressed against your hair as you nod.

“Mhm” You sound, making the grave mistake of looking up at him and looking into those deep brown pools of desire.

His lips stretched into the ever so slight of smirks and he jerked his head towards your book.

“Why don’t you read to me?” He whispers, kissing your ear ever so softly.

You swallow before picking up the book, looking for the place where you last stopped.

‘’Magnetism. If any physical attribute is crucial in seduction, it is the eyes. They reveal excitement, tension, detachment, without a word being spoken”.

A pause before reading again.

Namjoon’s fingers slipping into the inside of your thighs, lighting a fire as he goes.

“Go on” He whispers, his voice breathy and sultry.

You prop the book up with one hand, letting another fall to his thigh and gripping the thickness there.

“Oh? That’s the energy you’re coming with?”.

You say nothing in response, instead deciding to continue reading.

“Indirect communication is critical in seduction, and also in charisma. The demeanor of Charismatics may be poised and calm, but their eyes are magnetic; they have a piercing gaze that disturbs their targets' emotions, exerting force without words or action” You struggle to keep your voice level as his fingers may their way to the inside of your panties.

His fingers circle your clit, using your wetness to massage the small bundle of nerves as you feel your breathing grow heavy.

“What’s the matter angel?” He asks softly, kissing the side of your head as you lean over on his shoulder.

You want to retaliate; The best you could come up with was grabbing his erection, stroking slowly over the material of his jeans.

“You haven’t finished reading to me” His voice remains level but he’s speeding up his tempo.

You stifle a moan as you look up at him with pleading eyes.

“Namjoon, come on” You whine, gripping onto his erection tighter and watching the pleasure in his eyes become glazed over with lust.

“Uh-uh, finish the paragraph” he commands.

He needs only do so once.

You groan, sitting up straighter before you decide to speak.

“F-fidel Castro's aggressive gaze can reduce his opponents to silence. When Benito Mussolini was challenged, he would roll his eyes, showing the whites in a way that frightened people. President Kusnasosro Sukarno of Indonesia had a gaze that seemed as if it could have read thoughts. Roosevelt could dilate his pupils at will, making his stare both hypnotizing andintimidating, Namjoon!” You squeal quietlyas he slips in a finger, curling it softly.

“You stopped stroking baby” He comments as he sinks his finger in deeper.

“I’ll finish when you get us out of here” You whisper, leaning against his chest as you relish the feeling of his finger.

Namjoon couldn’t deny that you were cute, the way that you were leaning against his chest and begging to get out of here was the definition of cute. But, the way that you drew him in, the strong confident aura that gave way to his domineering one when he gave a little pushback was oh so sexy.

“One more line baby” He leans down and gives your lips a quick kiss.

“Just one more and we’ll go” He promises.

You look at the page one last time for the night.

“The eyes of the Charismatic never show fear or nerves” The second you finish, he takes his finger from your heat.

Looking into your eyes, he leans down and puts his finger into his mouth, cleaning it thoroughly before leaning down and kissing you softly, his fingers on your chin.

“You bought anything?” He asks against your lips to which you nod.

He stood from the booth, quickly bringing you to stand in front of him and hide his erection before throwing a $50 on the table. He gives a nod to the waiter, then a nod to the guy you dismissed not too long ago.

You giggle at his tactics seeing as you could barely walk a few steps without him pulling you back into him, groaning every single time. You loved his reactions, relishing in the effect that you both had on each other; It was a carnal attraction and you loved it. Namjoon stopped you when you both got to his car. You looked up and down his model before raising your eyebrows, quite impressed.

She was a pretty jaguar, F-type, and the fact that he owned such a car made you briefly question what it is he does aside from being a student. He unlocks it before you can finish your train of thought, cocking his head to the side quickly and smiling.

“Ya boy works his ass off” He spoke before he got into the driver's seat.

Just as he puts the car into drive, you grab his erection with your right hand, stroking it slowly as he begins to pull out of the parking spot.

You nimbly unbutton his jeans, pushing them down as far as it could go so you could reach into his briefs. When you finally wrapped your hand around his erection, you looked over at him in surprise. Your eyebrows nearly shot up to your hairline. He gave you a sideways glance, a smirk accompanying said look as he turned his eyes back to the road.

He knew what you were thinking.

He’s thick. Way thicker than anything you’ve ever had before.

Your panties could’ve been mistaken for a river at the moment; You pull your hand back to spit in it, immediately wrapping it around him again and watching in amusement as he swore and bit his lip at the wheel. You stroke slowly, not wanting to rush this moment.

“Namjoon”.

“10 more minutes baby, just 10”.

“But~” You whined before letting your fingers trail up your own thighs.

He glanced over at you, presumably missing the warmth of your hand, keeping quiet until the moment that you slipped your hand into your panties. You felt the car speed up. You circled your clit just as he did, bucking into nothing as you whined his name. You were so caught in your pleasure and your own fingers that you didn’t notice it until the car turned off.

His seatbelt is unbuckled and no sooner than it’s off, his lips are on yours again. His jeans remain unbuttoned. Before your hand can reach the apex of his thighs, he grabs your fingers. Kissing them once, he leans in closer.

“I am not fucking you in the car” He declared, fixing himself.

“So, your bed then?”.

His smile at that moment could brighten the heavens. He gives you one last kiss before leaving the car.

You fix yourself up quickly, smoothing down your skirt just in time for Namjoon to open your door. Everything else seemed to be a blur of tension and nerves; The next thing you knew you were sitting on his kitchen counter, your skirt bunched up around your hips as his hands found purchase in your thighs. You moaned into his mouth, his plush lips seeming to caress you softly, seducing you even further as he slid your dark colored panties down your legs. Pushing your dress further up your hips, he broke your kiss to eye the apex of your thighs.

“So pretty” he mumbled, letting his fingers caress the soft skin there before he pulled you to the very edge of the counter.

Namjoon held eye contact, watching you right up until his tongue touched your clit. His tongue was so wet, hot and calculated; It was driving you absolutely crazy. Throwing caution to the wind, you grabbed his soft silky locks as you pull his tongue closer. The blonde heard you loud and clear, hooking his arms underneath your thighs and locking them around your lower stomach as he french kissed your nether lips again and again and again. You couldn’t keep still, squirming and bucking against the sensations of his wonderfully skilled tongue.

“Stay still woman” he scolded, before diving back in, this time with a moan that went straight to your head.

Tonguing at your entrance, you could clearly see Namjoon was skilled at this.

“Joon” You called for him, tightening your hold on his hair.

He growled into your pussy, his hands reaching up and grabbing at your chest. The long licks he gave were the last straw for your patience. You yanked up on his locks, to which he looked surprised but let you. You loosen your grip and pull him to you gently. Your noses brush once, then twice before a smile spread across his face. Smelling yourself on his breath, you couldn’t manage any longer: Your arms go around his neck and you’re kissing him as deep as you could manage. The groan that leaves his lips when you wrap your legs around him is sinister, the taste of you on his tongue only making it all the more arousing. You broke the kiss for a quick moment, kissing the side of his neck in the slowest and most torturous way that you knew how as your hands explore the lean muscle you found underneath his shirt. He lets out the prettiest moan and your hand goes to his neck, tilting it upwards so you have free space. Your tongue traces patterns into his skin and you feel his hand grip your waist.

“Enough”.

You stopped kissing him just in time to see the way that his eyes darkened; His shirt goes up and over his head. It falls in a crumpled heap on the floor. The next was his belt, which he undid in the most sexy and aggressive of ways. Your body reacts to his display of aggression, purring as you lean up against his chest. Lifting you by your thighs, he carries you over to where you assume his bedroom was. You nuzzle against him, kissing his chest and occasionally his nipples before he laid you back against the best.

“Needy baby?” he questioned, referring to your behavior.

“Stop talking and come find out” You retorted, leaning up on your elbows so that you could see him properly.

He towered above you in this position; Watching him unbutton his jeans quickly and pulling them down his legs was one of the hottest things you’ve ever seen.

His dick was more impressive in his full glory. The thickness was what had you clenching your thighs together so you could keep quiet. He stroked it once, then twice before taking a step closer.

“Wet it for me” He commanded, his tone dominant.

In that dark, deep voice of his, you’d do anything that Namjoon wanted.

Leaning forward, you looked in his eyes as you did as he asked. He let out a low moan as you wrap your mouth around the tip, licking feverishly at his tip while the spit drips down the sides. Pulling off his dick with a pop, you were barely able to wipe your mouth before Namjoon wrapped a hand around your neck loosely, pulling you up to his lips so you could kiss them.

“Turn around”.

You bit your lip at the command, doing as he asked you to get on all fours. You arch your back deeply, relishing in the low whistle sound that he made as he watched. Namjoon slaps your ass harshly, eliciting a deep, carnal moan from you as you jutted your ass out more for his appreciation.

“You’re filthy baby, you know that? Spitting on my dick and arching your back for me” Namjoon’s dark voice reverberates through the room as he settles himself on the bed, right behind you.

“I’d almost think you do this often” He whispers in your ear as he rubs the head of his dick back and forth against your wetness.

He hisses.

“See how wet your pussy is for me?” His head slips past your barrier.

You stifled a moan, pushing your head into the pillows. His hand is around your throat, lifting you up.

“Stifle another moan and watch what I do to you” He threatened, his voice dark and serious.

“Namjoon” You whined his name as he made it half-way in.

He let a moan slip and you felt even more sexy, pushing back against him as you silently told him you could take more. When he was fully sheathed in your wet heat, he let out a shuddering moan that matched yours.

“I’m about to drown in this pussy baby and I want to hear you enjoy every moment of it”.

He barely gave you time to respond. The calculated strokes that hit your g-spot perfectly spoke for him though.

You moaned loudly, letting out calls of his name here and there as you pushed your ass back against him. His strokes were deep, the sound of your wetness mingling with the symphony of your moans and his. His loud, breathy, open mouth moans against your neck as he grabs onto your hip, shifting to one side so he could have more leverage.

“It’s so thick” You whine, gripping the chocolate silk sheets.

“I know baby, fuck, I know. I want you to see how easily I slide in and out of you” He moaned.

“I can f-feel it. Joon” You whimper.

“Yeah?” He asked breathily before abruptly pulling out of you.

You were about to voice your confusion before he flipped you onto your back, shocking you into silence with his display of strength, as he nestled himself between your legs. He didn’t even bother to go in easy, just slamming into you recklessly.

You could barely hold in your screams, your nails digging into Namjoon’s back as he let out moans of his own. He gave one particularly deep stroke, grinding against your clit simultaneously. You yelped, wrapping a leg around his waist to show how much you liked that.

“You like that, huh?” He asked.

“Yes, Namjoon, yes!” You screamed, bucking up your hips to meet his thrust.

“You’re gonna cum for me, right? I feel your pussy getting tighter” He breathes, grabbing your hips.

You could only make incoherent sounds with how often he was grinding against your clit, holding your hips in place so there was nowhere to run. He was losing himself and that was the sexiest part; Head thrown back, moans loud and reckless. You don’t think he cared who heard but then again neither did you.

“You got quiet on me baby” He paused, kissing your lips once before dropping his head into the crook of your neck.

Yeah, because with how deep he was stroking you barely had enough room left in your lungs to breathe.

“Call for me baby” An affectionate nip to your neck.

“Go on” he urged.

“Call for daddy”.

You felt something snap within you.

Daddy, was it?

Bet.

Rolling the both of you over and repositioning yourself on top of Namjoon, you relish in the slight smile that threatens his lips.

“Want me on top daddy?”.

He nods, holding your waist steady as you slide down slowly. He watches you with unfiltered lust as you move your hips back and forth, up and down on his dick. Taking his bottom lip between his teeth, he felt his heart stop when the word “daddy” left your pretty lips in a moan. Smiling and leaning up a bit, he wraps his arms around your waist and dives into you powerfully from below.

That breaks your rhythm; Your hands fall on either side of his head as you hover over him but his hands press gently against the small of your back and pull you to him.

“Go ahead baby, scream” he urged.

And scream you did; Namjoon was quite the talented man, hitting your g-spot and your clit. You were spilling out onto his lap, wetting his pelvis but you couldn’t care less; You just needed to reach your high.

“Oh fuck daddy, harder I’m gonna cum”.

“Mm cum baby, daddy’s close”.

“Cum daddy please. Cum inside” you moaned filthily as you bounced on his cock.

Namjoon couldn’t even believe his luck; Was this really happening? He was in euphoria unknown as he watched you slide up and down his dick. The way that you bit your bottom lip when you came around him, your face contorting into pleasure as your hips stuttered captivated him in ways that he truly couldn’t begin to explain.

Gripping your hips tightly, he helped you ride out your high as he chased his own. The coil in his belly grew tighter and tighter; He could barely stop himself from thrusting into you as powerfully as he could.

“I’m gonna cum, it’s a lot baby so make sure you take it all”.

With one more he let out the loudest moan he had all night, burying himself deep within you as he emptied his seed while his hips stuttered. You collapsed on top of him, utterly exhausted but absolutely satisfied

Thank the divine for birth control. He wraps his arms around you tightly, resting his cheek against your shoulder as you both calm yourself from your, ahem, activities.

“Hey Joon?”.

“Yeah?” He asked, voice soft.

“Your dick is huge”.

He let out a hearty laugh, the sound wondrous and adorable as he nuzzled your neck, tightening his arms around your waist before kissing your cheek.

“Thanks doll”.

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3 is Never A Crowd (pt 3)

Lol, between the 10-hour work shifts, the homework I have and the sorority I joined, I'm surprised I even had time to edit this.

I must love y'all, enjoy

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I never expected Mingyu to be so sweet and gentle in his ministrations; His hands holding my waist lightly as I straddled his hips. His lips were sweet and ever so soft as they met mine over and over and over again. His kiss was just as savory but drawn out and much slower than I expected from him. I could truly do this for hours.

The man was full of surprises it seemed. I let my fingers trail up to his neck, tangling themselves in the dark hair at the base of his neck. I tug at the strands; he hissed as he pulled back to look at me. His gaze was glossed over with desire, his mouth slightly open as his head was tilted back. His hand made a slow motion to the middle of my back, pressing me into him as he lifted his head to stare at me directly. I felt myself caught in his gaze; I couldn’t move.

“Do you know how long you made me wait for this?” His breathless whisper was against my lips in a whoosh of breath.

I could feel my body reacting to his ministrations almost immediately. My legs part and my hands trail underneath his shirt, relishing in the skin-to-skin contact. His arms wind around my waist, settling there comfortably and keeping me against him for as long as he wished.

I wish I could say he was the only one on my mind at the moment. In the back of my mind, in the darkest crevices, I felt guilt slowly make its way into the situation. I wished his kiss was enough to take me away from my memories, from my anxieties, away from it all.

But alas, it couldn’t; I have been held like this before. I have been looked at like this before. I have been touched like this before. I have been kissed like this before.

By my ex.

By Hyungwon.

The pit in my stomach quickly turned into the chilling of the blood in my veins; In a moment of sheer panic, behind my eyes were endless moments of what seemed like pure happiness and joy with Hyungwon, at least from what I knew.

I could almost feel the joy I had in those moments again.

That was until he said the words that shattered my heart; Within moments I was off of Mingyu’s lap and about 3 feet away from him. I could see him look at me as if I had just caught fire right before his eyes and, for all intent and purposes, I might as well have. I found the self-criticism coming back full force, now with the backed-up power of alcohol. How could I have been so goddamn stupid? Did I not remember what it was like with Hyungwon? Did I not remember how that ended? What makes this different? What makes them any different? The low inner voice telling me that they were my friends first and cared for me was barely heard; The slow-moving argument of “they were two different people” creeped into my mind but I dismissed and buried it before it could even fully take root. I could not think of that argument right now while intoxicated and horny; It could only lead to disaster if I didn’t do this with a clear head. I could only scan his face in a quick panicked glance before I was scurrying over to the previous booth. I made my way through the various dancing bodies and a few couples on my path back to where the boys were sitting. Wonwoo was still there, his amused expression turning into concern once he saw my state; He rose from the booth, looking to approach me but I took about 3 huge steps back before he could even take a full step forward. I didn’t know which face to look at, the hurt of rejection on Mingyu’s or the hurt of confusion on Wonwoo’s. I opted for neither, choosing to reach over a sweaty and confused Seungcheol to grab my purse, my hands shaking slightly as I berated myself once more internally.

How could I have ever thought that this was a good idea?

Shaking my head to dispel my thoughts, I fumbled around for my car keys in my purse. The split second of panic that came with the thought of me losing my car keys was dispelled as the realization that I drove here with both Wonwoo and Mingyu set in. I cursed, turning sharply towards the exit as the need for fresh air became urgent. I felt a hand grab my wrist before I could even take a full step forward and it took all my sense, along with fear of embarrassment, not to snatch it away. I looked up into the dark, soulful eyes of Mingyu, who looked down at me with the expression of a scolded puppy. I had to push away my remorse just as quickly as it came. The almost immediate response of wanting to comfort him was way too strong to be flippantly regarded as best friends caring for another and that fact alone scared me more than my blatant feelings ever could. How was I letting him drag me in this deep? How did I let it get this far?

“Did I hurt you?” He asked, his tone sounding absolutely desperate for the truth, something I just couldn’t give at the moment.

“No” was my immediate answer, strong in volume but weak in conviction, not that he could tell.

He didn’t hurt me in any way shape or form. If I was being absolutely honest with myself, he made me feel too good. He made me feel like I could rely on him, like this was real and I just wasn’t ready for the commitment that came along with such emotions.

“Did I make you do anything you weren’t ready for?” He asked with the same tone of desperation.

I shook my head at his question; He didn’t make me do anything. His fingers trailed down to my fingertips, gripping my fingers in his hand as pleaded for my attention as well as an answer.

“So then why?” His voice was so broken and heart wrenching that I needed to come up with an excuse immediately.

Unfortunately, excuses were not easy to come by and the truth was not an option; I didn’t want to hurt him anymore that I most likely already have. Someone trying to pass by caused Mingyu to move me towards him in order to let whomever it was pass. His hand stayed on the small of my back, holding me against him and I could feel the heat radiate off of him.

“I-I just...” Staring up at him caused me to pause.

He was absolutely gorgeous, crafted by angels. I don’t think I deserved someone like him; What if I ended up not being enough for him too? What if, by the time he realized it, I fell too in love to let go?

Why can’t I say anything? Why can’t I speak? Use fucking words.

“I, uh, I just had a lot to drink and I, uhm, I really need to get home. I’m just drunk. I don’t, I mean, I think I-”

“You’re rambling darling” Wonwoo’s clear voice only provoked my anger, which wasn’t necessarily pointed at them; They were just in the vicinity.

“And you’re being invasive. Anything else?” I shot back in a cold tone as I ripped my hand away from Mingyu and stormed off as discreetly as I could to the door. Unfortunately, someone grabbed my wrist again before I could reach the door. I whip around angrily. Mingyu, even while angry, is something to behold.

“Better than being secretive” Mingyu hissed in my ear.

I scoffed, not even bothering to turn around as I barked out the words “I don’t have fucking time for this” and continued making my way towards the door.

Bursting out into the warm night air, I felt the sweat on my body chill slightly. I barely made it two steps from the club before I felt a hand snake around my waist and pull me back into a firm chest.

“I don’t give a damn what happened. I’m not letting you walk off to God knows where because you’re having a hissy fit” I heard a very familiar voice whisper in my ear.

“Cheol, please” I huffed, hoping that he would just let me go so I could be alone and deal with this accordingly.

Seungcheol, however, kept me by his side as he instructed the valet to bring his car around. I stayed silent, allowing myself to mull over the last few minutes which ended much more horribly than I expected it to. I could only think of Mingyu’s lips caressing my own; His kiss was so passionate, so sweet and so domineering that it was no wonder I lost myself within his depths. I could still feel his hands on my waist, I could still feel his lips on my own and I could still feel my body pushing into his desperately. I angrily huffed once I remembered that this was why I had to stop myself in the first place. I wasn’t entirely sure that I was completely over Hyungwon and I would be damned if I allowed myself to fuck up something else in my life just because I didn’t properly assess a situation; How I handled this could lead to the aversion of a tragedy. I silently followed Seungcheol to his car, getting into the passenger seat the moment it arrived. Seungcheol slid into the car not too long after, putting the vehicle into reverse and driving off smoothly.

“Wait! Are you sober enough to drive?” I asked in a slight panic, whipping my head over to stare at Seungcheol.

He cracks a smile.

“You worry about that now? I’m already driving”.

I stayed silent, looking at him in slight disbelief as I awaited an answer.

“I only had one drink. I’m the designated driver” he explained, allowing me to relax slightly as well as return to my inner monologue.

I vaguely heard him mumble “And even if I wasn’t, there’s no way in hell I'm letting you drive my car” to which I simply put up my middle finger.

I was both thankful and a bit hurt upon seeing that neither Wonwoo or Mingyu followed me out into the night. I couldn’t even give accurate answers as to why causing me to further frustrate myself. Why was this so damn difficult? Why couldn’t I just choose?

“Are you done with your hissy fit?” Seungcheol questioned, breaking the silence.

I sighed lowly, annoyed at myself as I fought to keep the rest of my emotions internal.

“I’m fine just...please take me home” I pleaded.

I needed to be alone right now.

“You are not fine and I’m not letting you leave this car until you can convince me otherwise” his tone was the same one he used on the boys from time to time; Authoritative and final.

He left absolutely no room for argument and, just like the boys, I stood down.

“What is with all of you and this stubborn personality trait?” I mused aloud, more to myself than to Seungcheol as I sunk back down into my seat.

He gave me a quick glance, eyebrows raised as he flashed a quick smile in my direction.

“I know you are not talking about stubborn” He started.

I let out a short giggle, offering a small shrug as a response. When we pulled up to a red light I took my phone from my bag, turning it on and going through my messages the moment I unlocked it. Surprisingly, there were none from Mingyu, 2 from Wonwoo and 2 from Minhyuk.

Wonwoo (1:53 am) : I don’t have to tell you that we’re talking about this do I?

Wonwoo (1:55 am) : You know that we only mean well

I sighed aloud at the messages, realizing that, as always, Wonwoo was right. I knew that I would have to apologize to Mingyu and I knew that I would have to explain myself. The question is: What would I say? How would I explain myself? This wasn’t an easy issue to approach let alone explain. Scrolling through the rest of the list of messages, I clicked on

the ones from Minhyuk.

Minhyuk (12:02 am): I know you probably don’t want to talk to him but I say you do it. It could be closure.

I didn’t want to talk to Hyungwon; At least not now. I wasn’t ready to do that nor was I ready to throw myself into yet another situation that would only be a whirlwind of confusing emotions.

Minhyuk (12:04 am): I’ll be right there with you if you need.

I locked my phone after that message, pushing away possible scenarios of that conversation. In a split second I was bombarded by imagines of Hyungwon and I when we were together. How sweet and loving he was; How slow, gentle and passionate he was. His ministrations tricked me into believing that I meant something to a man that didn’t even share half of that. I fell in too deep; I got too attached, moved too quickly and I refuse to make that mistake ever again with anyone else. That heartbreak was more than enough for me to learn a lesson on caution.

“You got quiet. Is there something you want to talk about?” Seungcheol’s voice rose far above the low music that we playing as background noise.

I only nodded, inhaling sharply before leaning back against the seat and closing my eyes for a quick moment. I let the vibrations of the engine lull me into some type of serenity as I tried to calm both my thoughts and emotions before speaking.

“I... I just can’t right now” I stuttered pathetically, referring to all of these emotions as a whole.

“I know that I don’t know much about the situation, but I see the way that those two look at you. They want to protect you” He pauses.

“I don’t think I have ever seen Mingyu look the way he did tonight”.

You close your eyes and let out a shuddering breath.

“Please, Seungcheol” He places a hand on yours to stop you.

“I am not saying this to shame you or to make you feel worse. Just to give you an outside perspective.

Please just talk to them. Please. I hate it when you guys' fight” he spoke solemnly.

My heart softens at his words. I feel my body relax, the tension eases away, even if just a bit. It eased my heart to know that at least an outside perspective thought the feelings were genuine.

I nod my head to show my understanding. I lean back against the seats in silence just as Seungcheol pulls up to the front of my house. As he put the car in park, he gave me another solemn glance.

“Are you sure that you’re, okay?” He questions once more.

I couldn’t help but smile at his childlike concern, even if only slightly. I nodded, leaning over so I could lean my head on his shoulder in a show of affection. He returned the slight hug, letting me stay like that for a moment.

“I just don’t want to be hurt again” It is a whisper, but it is audible.

It is a few moments before he speaks again.

“Have they given you any indication that they would hurt you?”.

The question keeps me silent.

“Don’t hit me, but they aren’t him, pretty girl. Let down the drawbridge; They’re knights, not invaders”.

I do not have words to accurately respond, so I chew on the inside of my cheek instead. He squeezes my arm affectionately before jerking his head towards my front door, silently telling me to go inside.

I nod at the instruction, thanking him once more for driving me home. He nods before I get inside, he yells from the driver seat:

“Remember! If you tell Mingyu and Wonwoo I said nice things about them, I will deny it!”.

I chuckle before waving him off. He waits until I shut the door to drive off, which I was thankful for.

The moment I was back in my own space, I kick off my heels, walking towards my bathroom with the full intent of taking off this makeup and going straight to sleep.

“Hey”.

I nearly jumped out of my own skin at his voice.

I heard him shift on the couch before I could actually muster up the courage to look at him. Even in the dim light, I could feel his gaze on me.

“Is... Is Gyu here?” I ask in a soft voice, slightly anxious of his answer.

Wonwoo shook his head once, opting to walk over to me instead of keeping his place on the couch. I let out a slow exhale just before he reached me and, when he did, he took my face in his hands in a smooth motion before pressing his lips to mine quickly. I knew that I shouldn’t, I knew that it was wrong, but I couldn’t help but grip his wrists and lean up to meet his lips eagerly.

Maybe Cheolie had struck a chord; I would like to believe they were my knights.

If I was being honest, it was my biggest wish.

His kiss was sweet, soft and a much-needed distraction from all the emotional thinking I was doing. I could tell that he was trying his best to make it so he wasn’t too domineering; He was soft and gentle with me, as if one move could break me. It was only a few moments before we parted that I realized exactly why that was: because that is not what I needed right now. He was being gentle because he had seen how I reacted when pushed too far; He didn’t wish to push me too far.

Breaking the kiss, he stays nose to nose with me.

“You keep hiding and running from us. Why?”.

I opted for silence. How do I even begin to explain that? I could deny it but even a blind man could tell that I was avoiding the issue in any and every way that I could.

“You know that we care about you. We were there with you through so much. We missed you like crazy when you disappeared like that for months on end. Do you have any idea what we went through? It felt like we lost you” Wonwoo and his eloquence, forever your stubbornness’ enemy.

His words are soft, but his touch is softer, hands sliding down my arms and playing with my fingertips.

I was at a loss for what to say. Shit, what could I say?

“I didn't mean to worry you but, respectfully”

I swallow before looking into his eyes.

My hands go to caress his cheeks before I can stop their trajectory, softly stroking them.

“You don’t know what this is like; You don’t know what it’s like to give your all to someone like that just to have them throw it back in your face and tell you it meant nothing to them” I mumble.

My voice was rather pitiful, if I do say so myself.

“We give our all to you and you shrug it off” He pointed out quickly

“Is this going to be a pity party? If so, cups are on the table and towels to the left”.

When he does not respond immediately, I give a soft smile and take a step back from him. Turning away so that I could walk over towards my bedroom, take off my makeup and forget the majority of this night was at the forefront of my mind.

That is, until Wonwoo stops me.

“Less like a pity party and more like a goddamn intervention”.

I stop myself in my tracks hearing those words come from Wonwoo’s mouth. He almost never swears.

I sigh, breathing deeply in an attempt to think of something to say. My palms rest on my dresser as I busy my gaze with the perfume bottles, a sorry excuse not to meet his eyes. The aforementioned man wraps his arms around my waist, kissing the base of my neck. I try to keep my resolve strong, but with the next sweet kiss to my nape, my arms loosen. With the next, I’m releasing the hold I have on my dresser and leaning back into the back holding me. He whispers his sentence right in my ear, lips tickling the shell of my ear.

“This has been a long time coming and while I will never” A kiss to the shell of my ear.

“Ever” His lips find themselves at the slope of my neck.

“Ever, force you into something you weren’t ready for or didn’t want something tells me that you want this as much as we do”.

It’s small, it’s barely audible but the quiet “I do” leaves my lips before I can filter it.

“Then you need to give us something concrete to base this off of. Something, shit, anything. Because, realistically, we cannot wait for you forever”.

The very thought of not having them wait for me forever had my heart constricted in terrible, painful ways. But he was right.

Such was reality. If I did not make a choice, I was sure I would regret watching them leave me behind. The thought of how they viewed your past relationship came to mind as well; You shake it away.

One issue at a time.

Let’s start with the first issue: I was being selfish for making them wait. Though my feelings were valid, it did not make theirs any less valid. I could not ignore how they felt forever because I was scared.

“We?” I questioned once I left my inner monologue.

He chuckled rather cutely; he pulled me back snuggly into his frame.

“Yes, we. Mingyu and I care for you so much. The concept of we is a road less traveled and you can imagine how much hell it was for Mingyu to even fathom the idea, much less agree to it” he mumbled into the crook of my neck.

I raised an eyebrow, leaning back into his comfortable embrace for a moment as I allow myself to toy with the idea of a “we”

“I don’t want to hurt anyone” Your hands trail across his own.

“Or be hurt”.

“I can promise that will never be our intent” he paused, letting his hands trail down over my shoulders in a sensual massage, His specialty.

I let any resolve I had left melt away, rapidly.

“I will not pressure you to make a decision now, but I need you to tell me how you wish for us to proceed. Deal?”.

I lean back into his chest; I nod before mumbling out a low “deal” as I let Wonwoo coax me into speaking. The silence was no longer awkward, but comfortable. My hands wander to his thighs, keeping him against me.

“You know” He pauses to chuckle.

“You almost got Junhui killed tonight princess,”.

It is now my turn to chuckle, ever so slightly. I had almost forgotten that.

“Did I really?”.

He turned me around quickly, grabbing the flesh of my ass and pulling me flush against him in a quick, rough movement. With a dark look in his eyes that I wasn’t used to, he asks “Is that even a question?”.

For the first time in my life, I found myself speechless; I barely had enough sense to shake my head from side to side. The alcohol was still in my system; I wasn’t the best judge of sense right now.

Speaking of alcohol, I couldn’t tell if it was the liquor or Wonwoo but God did he smell good. I leaned in a bit further, burrowing my head in the crook of his neck. He let out a low grunt as my lips brushed against the heated skin of his neck.

“Don’t get ahead of yourself” He warns.

I would not heed that warning; He smelled too good, and his body fit too well with mine. His hands travelled higher, though not high enough, much to my tipsy annoyance, resting right on the curve of my ass. I whisper against his neck.

“Ahead of myself, under you, on top of Mingyu. I’m just in a lot of positions today”.

Wait.

He catches your innuendo before you do and laughs, catching your drift.

“You want my hand lower?”.

I nodded, pulling him closer to me with my arms around his neck, my face still buried there.

“Look at me or I’m not doing anything”.

I took myself away from his scent, slightly irritated that he made me change my position but the look in those dark eyes had that irritation gone within seconds. I found myself getting lost within the deep, soulful, intelligent eyes of Wonwoo. I couldn’t stop it from happening, although I needed to. I raised up slightly, letting my arms curl around his neck completely as his snakes around my waist. He leaned down but kept his lips a few hairs away from my own.

“Kiss me” I whisper against his lips.

He shook his head slightly.

“I’m not making any more moves tonight, princess. I’ve made more than enough for the evening” he spoke, resigning back to his former policy of silence.

I found my gaze dropping to his lips before I leaned forward, pressing myself against him as tightly as I could, as I initiated our kiss for the first time.

His hands immediately sprang into action. They flatten against the sides of my waist before gripping the area just as my fingers tangled themselves into his dark mane. I felt myself losing the last bit of my control the longer our lips stayed connected. His lips were a soft, slow, sensual seduction.

He was lethal. One hand stayed on the expanse of my hip as the other pressed into my lower back, making sure I couldn’t move from my place against him. I was kissing his lips as if they were the only thing I would ever need. His lips were better than any liquor and I was quickly becoming addicted. He let out a low groan as I swiped my tongue across his bottom lip. He played coy with me, letting his tongue escape mine frequently. I found myself growling, yanking on his dark strands so that he had no choice but to kiss me how I wanted him to. With a quick rough bite, his mouth was away from mine, and I was left absolutely frustrated as he refused to lean down to kiss me again. I tug on his neck, scowling slightly.

“Get down here you goddamn giraffe”.

He laughed at my choice of words, shaking his head before tilting his head up so he was even more impossible to reach although I could clearly see his gaze still fixated on me.

“No, think about this-us-and then you can have me as much as you’d like. On the bed” he took a step forward, causing to me to take a step back.

He let his hands come forward, gripping my hips and pulling them forward.

“On the table” he whispered, leaning down towards me.

In a quick succession of movements, my back was on the bed.

“On the counter” he stayed between my legs getting his hands ghost over the back of my knees.

Gripping the back of my knees, he pulled me forward. He leaned down, letting his lips ghost the plane of my coveted stomach. His gaze shifted and he was looking directly into my eyes as he said the next line.

“And in the shower”.

I should’ve expected what came next, but Wonwoo was just too enticing for me to use logical reasoning.

“Wonwoo” I whined-yes whined- for the man above me to stay next to me. In a quick childish display, I wrapped my legs around his hips, tugging him forward and stopping him from leaving me. He lost his balance causing him to end up hovering above me in push up position. He didn’t say a word, only scanned my face quietly. I caught his gaze lingering on both my lips and chest, but he didn’t go lower. Every time he met my eyes I felt as if my entire body and soul was on fire.

The same way I felt with Mingyu.

The same way I used to feel with Hyungwon. With the smile mention of the man who broke my heart, I felt my emotional defensive walls coming up almost immediately. I felt myself shying away from Wonwoo and his gaze. The lock of my ankles around his hips was becoming looser and looser by the second. He noticed my withdrawal almost immediately and let out a low growl of disapproval.

“What are you so scared of?”.

I didn’t answer him, instead I held his gaze.

“I-...” I stuttered but the words seemed to die in my throat.

I was absolutely silent for what seemed like such a long time before I leaned up slightly, placing my hand on Wonwoo’s cheek tenderly. He was not Hyungwon; He wouldn’t hurt me. I didn’t think he would hurt me, but I didn’t have confirmation of that, and I’m not sure if that’s a risk I’m willing to take. I felt Wonwoo’s finger drag slightly down my bottom lip, breaking my concentration and causing me to look up at him.

“You need to understand that I’m not kidding” he spoke softly, that deep rumble reaching places of me that I thought were untouched.

He removed my legs from around him, setting them down gently before he leaned down and kissed my lips sweetly. His kiss was so savory, sensual and ignited a dangerous desire in me; A desire that I wasn’t so sure I could control. He pulled away not too long after, much to my dismay.

“I’ll be here when you’re ready but remember: We cannot wait forever”

With that, he was leaving my room.

I bolted upright, watching Wonwoo walk over towards the door. He gave me an adorable smile before he was gone. I found myself staring at the ghost of his presence before flopping backwards onto the bed in a childish and irritated fashion. I sighed in annoyance as I close my eyes in an attempt to calm myself. What the fuck was I going to do?

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Is there a mass text replacement site I can use? The hyphen thing bugged me too so I didn’t read it but I will if I can fix it on my notepad or read it in a text box on an editing site. I ask since you’re a writer so I figured you would know

Sorry I’m not sure if there is.

I am not entirely comfortable w people copying n pasting my works elsewhere so I’ll edit it when the story days come (Wednesday-Saturday). (Please do NOT copy or mass edit any of my works, thanks).

Keep in mind I’m a full time college student n full time worker so it’ll be done on those days only.

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Lmaoo i LLVE THIS

AOT Boys Sending Needy/Clingy Texts

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This is weird but I’m highly anal retentive and I guess I just wondered how come in you know what you came for 2, jae’s name is spelled differently than he does?

Autocorrect 😕

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4 hours later...

Trying to stick to my word.

Should I make Freaky Friday a thing? (Story themed day)

Word Count: 5.6k

“Where in fucks name do you think you’re going?” Jin questions with no real malice.

You turn around slightly, barely looking over your shoulder before you scoff and pour another glass of wine for yourself.

“Nowhere” you mumble sourly.

Seokjin walks around to face you, leaning down, so that his face was but a hair away from you. He scans your expression and your outfit; As his eyes pass over you, you suddenly feel so silly.

“Your makeup and dress say otherwise”.

You shoot him a glare. Pushing off the barstool, slightly annoyed, you go to the fridge to grab something to munch on angrily. You hope the vigorous hewing will curb your anger; You grab a green apple, tossing it in the air once before closing the fridge and looking up at Jin with the most nonchalant expression that you could muster.

“I got stood up” Your words were as dry as the evening.

His eyes narrow.

“Stood up?” He questions.

The words sound foreign on his tongue but you are sure he knows the meaning.

You nod your head once, curtly, before taking another angry bite out of the apple.

“Do you not know what ‘I got stood-up’ means?” You must say, that was quite bitchy.

Seokjin does not flinch.

“Look at my face, look at its perfection, contemplate its beauty” He poses.

You roll your eyes.

“Are we nearing the point?”.

“Ignoring that. Given my” He strikes another pose.

“Assets. Do you really think I know the meaning of such words?”.

You glare at him ready to fire back but, upon further reflection, what could you truly say to that? Jin was gorgeous, even to the blind. You visibly sag, dropping the bitchy exterior.

Your cheeks heat up in embarrassment.

“It’s been two hours and he hasn’t even attempted to contact me” You mumble the words, as if they’re a shame to get out.

Embarrassing doesn’t even begin to cover it.

Seokjin pulls up a stool to sit by you.

“Not that now is the right time, but did you seriously cut ties with me for a guy who didn’t even show up?”.

Ah, Seokjin and his brutal honesty; Even if the timing was terrible, he’s right.

“I cut ties with you because I wanted more than just sex”.

To that, Seokjin was absolutely quiet and truth be told, you expected it. You didn’t think he would answer you nor did you think he would jump to your defense at the first sight of your sadness. It wasn't necessarily uncomfortable silence that followed, more like a welcome break from words.

After a few moments of quiet, Seokjin spoke up.

“Question, what kind of bear is best?” He spoke in his best Jim impersonating Dwight from the office impression.

It was your favorite sitcom and you looked up at him with a hint of a smile on your features. He could see your eyes twinkle, for only a half a second, but that alone was enough to keep up the bit. He kept a straight face, speaking before you could even answer.

“False, black bear”.

You giggle, pushing at his shoulder which caused his facade to crack for just a moment, a hint of a smile peaking through.

“Fact: bears eat beets” He spoke, annunciating obnoxiously.

You both look at each other for a moment, fighting smiles.

“Bears, Beets, Battle star galactica” You both finished together, earning him a hearty laugh from you.

He smiles at the sound. That was one reason why you always loved being around Jin, sex or not; He always knew how to make you laugh regardless of the situation. The two of you sat there for God knows how long, watching random episodes of the office and giggling at every joke that was made. Slowly but surely, the air was changing to a much less sad and pathetic vibe the longer you sat there watching videos with Jin on his phone. The longer you stay there with him, the more that you seem to relax and revert back to a state of happiness. Your stress seems to melt away and whenever he felt you devolved back into unwelcome seriousness, his finger tickled you back into happy submission. In those moments filled with fits of laughter, you remembered with a fierce vengeance why you adored Seokjin as you did; His smile and mannerisms could light up a room like nothing else. A part of you selfishly wanted that smile and happiness to belong solely to you. Now, would you make that known? Probably not but in these few moments of bliss You allow yourself a few seconds to believe your deepest desire is true; You were almost lost to it.

That was until the doorbell rang.

Your head turns towards the door, your stomach bubbling in both anger and anxiety at the thought of it being Hyungmin. Hell, what would you do if it was Hyungmin? Jin looked at you for a split second and the look you shared means you both know who was behind that door. He does not allow you the chance; He rises quickly, going to the door, shirtless nonetheless. He grabbed the doorknob and threw the door open ,giving you no time to mentally prepare yourself as he revealed Hyungmin. The aforementioned stood there looking as cool as a cucumber; By his lack of remorse, he doesn’t even appear to care about the time of night it was .

“Hi!” Seokjin’s tone is overly cheery.

You’re almost concerned about what he would do. Almost.

Before Hyungmin could get a word out, Jin starts speaking again:

“Yeah, so sorry, but she’s busy” His words drip with mock sympathy.

You hide a chuckle at the fake sympathy that Jin was trying to conjure up. The not as handsome guy in front of him furrows his eyebrows in confusion as your stomach did the most complicated gymnastics routine your brain could think of; He was nearly four hours late and still had the gaul to show up at your doorstep? Was this even a real attempt to take you out or was he just trying to get in your pants? Who did he think he was?

“Doing what?” He deadpanned, obviously not buying it.

Jin turns around quickly, giving you a glance over his shoulder with a quick smirk.

“Nosey one isn’t he?” The glint in his eye is dangerous and playful, jabbing his thumb over his shoulder at the audacious intruder.

Even through his playful exterior, you had been around and been with Seokjin long enough that you could sense the hint of jealousy masked in his words.

Jin does not give you the time to respond, not that you planned on adding to the encounter. The wine was making its presence known quite fiercely, your head swims and you can not bring yourself to keep your composure. The name of the game? Try not to laugh. Only half of his name left your lips, a half-assed attempt at speech before Jin turned back around to face the date that had stood you up; Just like that, Jin was in control of the convo. He was the elder here, of us all.

“I said she’s busy” His true annoyance interlocks with his tone.

“Look, I don’t know who the fuck you think you are-”

“Lovely, then allow me to introduce myself ” Jin straightens his spine; He is easily looking down on the man in front of him. The bass returns to his voice.

“Hello there! I’m a decent guy who doesn’t make a woman wait for four hours for a lousy date which, in your case, is code for a half-assed attempt at pussy”.

No one speaks.

Hyung-Min’s face is unreadable. After another moment or two you decide to pipe up.

“You were supposed to be here at 7, Hyung-Min”.

Hyungmin is quiet at first, looking to you and then back to Seokjin. Something in Jim’s expression causes him to bristle, scoffing before chuckling slightly in disbelief. Before he can compose himself enough to speak, Jin is on the attack again.

“If you truly knew how late you were, almost 4 hours in case you forgot, you would not offer any sorry ass arguments. Come to think of it, I see the cowardly lack of an apology”.

His tone was final and left absolutely no room for argument; His insults were calculated and all were true.

“And worse, the audacity of still showing up with the expectation of something”.

The finality in his voice and the way he was standing up for your honor was an absolute turn on; It wasn’t kosher but the fact that Jin was outraged at someone mistreating you was sweet. The fact that he stood up for you in spite of the fact that he liked you. This all confirms what you already had a sneaking suspicion of: Jin has a permanent place in your heart. Some part of you would always adore him, forever. You had only wished he did this all the time and not just at spotty moments of emotion; You love the passion, but you love consistency more. If Jin was going to be there for you, you wanted the consistency, the commitment.

While you’re chewing on that, Hyungmin remains absolutely silent, not responding to the obvious and just staring at Jin. Your knight, who has proven himself to be rather merciless when called for, seems emboldened.

“Also, who picks someone up for a date at” Seokjin pauses to turn around, asking you for the time sweetly; His demeanor changes completely when he looks at you. He’s smiling, genuinely and his eyes hold a certain tenderness.

“Time check beautiful?” That beautiful and all knowing smirk on his face.

You look him over once quickly, or so you thought; The alcohol definitely slows your reaction time. Your lips turn upwards at his soft handling of you or from the beautiful view of a shirtless Seokjin. When you finally come to and open your phone to check the time, Seokjin notes his observations:

"Don’t look at me like that while the bozo is still here, it isn’t polite”.

You bit back a smile at his antics, keeping yourself in check the best you could. But truthfully, you were giddy. He was standing up for you in such a profound way; To see how he stepped up to try to lighten your mood was heartwarming. Seokjin, forever the charmer. Remembering reality, you tell him it was nearly 11pm and he gives you a quick wink.

“Thanks sweetheart” With that he turns away from you, his voice lowering as he speaks to the man in front of him.

“At 11pm? If you just want your dick wet, go elsewhere” Jin’s words didn’t shock you, he’s always been a smartass, but his tone was not one for joking. You could tell that he was dead serious about every word that left his mouth.

Hyung-Min begins to look uncomfortable and at this, Jin makes a smug sound, emanating from deep within his chest as if he had gotten confirmation on who the alpha male was. Truth be told, everyone in the vicinity knew who the alpha male was, including you.

“Before I tell you about yourself, accept the excuse of ‘she’s busy’ and leave” Jin’s voice lowered back down to his normal, melodic octave, though with a rough edge to it, an edge that made you shiver.

You couldn’t take your eyes off of him, tracing over the muscles of his back and the proportions of his broad shoulders. His smooth unblemished skin, toned arms with a face sculpted by the Goddess. Did you just lick your lips in front of Hyungmin?

What was the name of that wine, again?

Hyung-Min’s spine begins to straighten, as if he’s had enough of his manhood being invalidated by Jin talking down to him.

“If she doesn’t want to see me, say that. Don’t tell me she’s busy when she’s clearly not. I’m not fucking blind” Hyungmin counters, his tone does nothing to hide his irritation.

Jin lets out a harsh laugh, a bark almost.

“Amazing, I almost believed you gave a fuck about her. You’re a theater major aren’t you?” The sentence is accompanied by a breathy laugh.

“Accounting, actually”.

Jin waves his hand in the air.

“Who really gives a shit. Why are you still here? Go on” He clicks his tongue and tilts his chin upwards.

“Off you trot”.

Hyung-Min’s hands balled into fists at his side.

“Who the fuck do you think you are?”.

Jin takes a step forward; They’re chest to chest.

“The guy who’s to show her the difference between a boy and a man. I’d return the question if I cared”.

"Fuck that, Babygirl c'mon. We have better things to do then stay here".

You raise a brow. Who the fuck was Babygirl? Not I, said the cat. (Hint, YOU'RE the cat): Before oyu can respond Jin beats you to the punch

“I said she’s busy” He growls.

You felt your entire being shift when you heard that sound come from Jin. Did he just growl? Jin rarely shows anger so that growl was palpable.

“Accept the excuse before I hurt your feelings”.

“I can see her right the fuck there, I know she’s not busy” Hyung-Min counters, his voice louder than before.

“You can not be this deft” Jin mumbles before he huffs out a laugh.

“Trust me, after this I’m going to get on her ass in more ways than one about her dating standards. Men like you are unacceptable”.

Hyung-Min rolls his eyes and his jaw clenches before he’s looking over at you, past Jin’s shoulder. You barely feel the need to make eye contact with him. All you can think of is the shirtless Adonis who was standing up for you. You don’t even meet his eyes; Your gaze is fixated on Seokjin.

“Your parents ever taught you to look someone in the eye when they’re talking to you?”.

Hyungmin grits his teeth, nearing his limit as his ears flare red. As if he realizes how childish he’s being, he laughs, though you can tell it is out of frustration.

“I’m sure she had nothing better planned than our date this evening” Hyungmin shot back, turning up his nose in annoyance and slight disgust as he let out a humorless laugh.

His arrogance was repulsive; He hadn’t apologized once, didn't even showed remorse and he still expected you to go out with him. What a fucking prick. He originally was going to be a quick fuck and nothing more, but no dick could champion this behavior.

“That’s where you’re wrong” Jin pauses to look back at you and the heat of his gaze is familiar.

And, though the night proves to be full of surprises, nothing in the world could prepare you for the words that came out of Seokjin's mouth next.

“I have a few inches of something that’ll keep her busy for the next few hours. Enjoy your night!”.

You barely saw the look of absolute disbelief on Hyung-Min’s face before Jin slammed the door in it and power walked back over to the kitchen, making a beeline for the fridge and grabbing a bottle of water.

“Whew, all that bullshit made me thirsty”.

“Jin, what in fucks name did you just do?” You asked quite confused and even a bit scared, though the chuckle between your statement did not make it seem so.

Maybe it was because Hyung-Min was popular at college as you didn’t need people labeling you as a slut because of this or worse. But then again, Hyung-Min was a notorious man whore so, it could technically cancel out any rumor that started about you, right? Jin walks over to you slowly, taking a few gulps of the water before capping it and setting it down on the table next to you. Stalking up to you with the determination of a man on a mission, he grabs your face in his hands. He scans your face once, then twice before his gaze drops to your lips. His thumb brushes your cheek, then your lips before he brings his lips closer to yours.

Your noses brush against each other.

“This okay?”.

You didn’t need to think about it; You nod.

With that, He kisses you passionately, letting his lips meet yours over and over again. You smile against his lips; He was always in a hurry to kiss you. As his hands smoothed down the side of your neck, his thumbs brushed over your jaw; You never knew that Jin held that much passion underneath that goofy exterior of his but the proof was there in the swipes of his tongue against your own, the soft feel of his lips. You feel his length digging into your stomach and it takes all you have to swallow your moans. Could you ever resist Jin? Truly?

You let your hands enclose around his wrist as you stand up, letting the kiss overtake you in ways that you hadn’t felt in months. You pull yourself closer to him, able to feel the heat emanating off of him through the thin material of your dress. Your nipples seem to slide against his chest in ways that make your brain fog.

“Did you hear what I told him?” He asks once he’s able to pull himself away, slightly out of breath.

The kiss left you with absolutely words; You were only able to nod weakly with his coaxing.

“Speak” he commands firmly but gently, pulling you closer to him with a large hand tugging on your hips.

“Yes, I did” Your voice is barely a whisper.

His eyes pass over you once, then twice before a hand snuck down, underneath your ass. You gasp but he only pulls you closer by the handful; His lips go straight for yours again. All too soon, his tongue disappears.

“Repeat it back to me, I need to be sure you heard me” His voice is lower than you’ve ever heard it.

You immediately feel your skin and cheeks heat up; You knew what it was that Jin wanted. He wanted you to say it.

It was a few times before that he got like that, wanting to hear every single moment of him driving you crazy. He wanted you to say the dirtiest things, he loved to hear it in your voice.

But what he loved even more to make you watch it happen.

Bottomline, the sex was always amazing when he got riled up and so, you did as he commanded and complained very little.

Of course, nothing is so easy with Seokjin.

“Oh, now you don’t have bass in your voice?” His expression is nothing short of a mix of amused and aroused.

You let your fingers dance up his arms, admiring the veins that trail down the sides of his forearms before letting your hands rest on his broad shoulders. Gripping the back of your neck, he let his gaze flutter down to your lips before locking your gaze again.

“What did I say?” He asks again, this time while he was much closer to your lips.

You felt yourself consciously raising on your tiptoes as you let your arm hook around his neck, your gaze fixated on his lips. He pulls back a bit, just out of reach. It’s a distance you know he’ll willingly close if you say it. Now or never, right?

“Well, if I remember correctly, you told me that you have a few inches of something that could keep me busy” You whisper as you drop your head to his chest, hiding there for a moment as you contemplate your next move.

Your palm hovers over his print before you get the confidence to grab it.

Looking up at him from underneath pretty lashes you say:

“I could only imagine this was what you meant”.

“Hmm” he sounds, using a single finger to trace underneath your chin; Your lips are easily accessible and your gaze was firmly on him.

“You gonna make a liar out of me?” He asks softly, his lips now only a hair away from your own.

You shook your head moving to close the distance between you two, though Jin resisted. With a slight smile on his face he confirms“no?” and you parrot the monosyllable before finally closing the distance between you two; He lets you.

Seokjin knows what to do with you before you even get the chance for the words to pass your lips. The second that you let your fingers skim across his chest, Seokjin lets out a dark growl from deep in his chest, grabbing at your hips and pulling them into his.

You whine when you meet his hardness poking right into your stomach. The only reason you pull away, is to sigh pleasurably as Jin’s kisses move down your neck at the slowest possible pace. He lets out a low sound when you move against him, gripping at the biceps of his arm and silently begging him to continue.

“Grind on it”.

His gruff voice and large hand palming your ass, makes you liable to do whatever he wishes; Not that you were complaining. You roll your hips, and he lets out a low curse, bucking up into you for just a moment before he composes himself.

He pulls away from your neck with a wet sound and, with a dark look in his eyes, pulls you down on the nearby couch, situating you in his lap. His hands went to your waist almost immediately, smoothing their way down your hips and thighs.

“I love when you touch me” your voice is barely above a whisper as you lean back, giving him a perfect view of your figure.

“I want to remind you why no one can fuck you like I can”.

Your fingers dance across his thighs.

“Well, I suppose the outfit won’t be a waste then”.

It took all of a few minutes for Jin’s hands to reach your upper thighs, the hem of your dress. His hands rest on your thighs before moving up your body, pushing the dress upwards and along with it. You can barely protest, letting him raise the dress to right above your navel. Bare, looking absolutely pathetic and desperate while you dripped onto Jin’s sweats.

A finger slides in, slow and gentle; He barely feels the need to take off your panties and just pushes them aside instead. You gush around him greedily and make the most lewd noises around his fingers. You squirm in his lap, his erection pressing into your backside. Another finger comes to circle your clit and your head falls back onto his shoulder; Jin had the most magical fingers. You roll your hips in tandem with his fingers.

“I want to see your pretty face when you cum”.

No time is wasted; His fingers slow to a stop and you turn to face him. The way he was looking at you at this moment? You were beyond elated that Hyungmin wasn’t the one between your legs tonight.

You look down at him with what you were sure was a heavy lidded gaze, filled with lust. Jin gladly returns your fervor, matching its intensity easily.

“Any reason why you’re staring me down?” He whispers as he leaned up to kiss the slope of your neck while his hand caressed your waist, encouraging and working you to roll your hips in his lap.

“Mm” You sound, allowing yourself to relax so you could better feel his lips against your neck.

The second you let out a moan that sounds dangerously close to his name, Jin presses a hand to the slight arch of your back, pulling you closer as he kisses your neck feverishly. He tugs at the waistband of your thong, letting his lips leave your neck so that he could whisper in your ear.

“As sexy as these are, I want them off”.

You make a move to get up but his hand on your ass stops you. Jin looks you straight in the eyes. You can read his mischievous gaze and, in a moment, he tugs hard enough that the material snaps in two.

A smug smirk of victory.

The sting of getting your panties ripped off your body was more than overshadowed by the overpowering lust you felt capsize your boat. You lean forward eagerly and meet Jin’s lips, kissing him with every ounce of passion you have. You let your hand trail down his chest and abs, manicured nails trailing down the flexing muscles before reaching the outline of his dick. You grab him, slowly letting your hand glide across the print. You moan deeply at the feeling; He was hard as a rock for you. He pulls away from your kiss to hiss his pleasure and you take that as your opportunity, sucking and kissing on his neck as you let your hands slip underneath the waistband of his sweatpants. You could hear his breathing become heavy as you let your hand glide up and down his length, spreading the pre cum generously across his tip. He felt so hot and heavy in your hand. Your fingertips and palm are sticky, but you couldn't care less.

“I swear to God, if you don’t stop fucking with me and just ride me”.

His voice was so deliciously low, so melodious, so sexy; You could barely contain your moan.

“I can not believe you were going to fuck that boy” He accentuated the last of his words with a firm grab of your bare ass.

His fingers dance over your clit, alternating the pressure as he relishes in how quickly you wet his palm, how sticky his fingers are.

When your thumb swipes over the head of his dick, Jin hisses once more before shoving his pants down his thighs and letting you hover over him. You pull away from the crook of his neck, admiring the marks that you had made. Seokjin let a single eyebrow raise as he looks you over.

“I need anything?” He asks darkly and you immediately know what he was asking.

You shook your head, telling him no. Unplanned kids are a super big no-no for you. An amused smirk crosses his lips as he leans up, his hands feeling their way up your waist before caressing your back.

“You want me to go in raw?” He husks in your ear.

You could only pull him closer, too aroused to even create sentences. You only grind on him, allowing your slick to drip out onto his length as you grind yourself against him. It feels like forever before you finally sink down on Seokjin, easily sliding down his length and landing comfortably in his lap. He lets out a shuddering moan, muttering something about how wet you were before letting both hands caress the flesh of your ass, lifting you slightly so he could settle himself properly. He swears under his breath before he grabs your ass. He bucks up for a moment and your head drops to his shoulder as you whine out your pleasure. You unconsciously spread your legs, letting him in deeper as you turn his lap into a slip and slide. You move your hips slowly, taking your time rolling them before grinding down on Jin. You felt Jin set his thrusts in time with your hips, pushing in as deep as he could go and letting out low, subtle moans as he enjoys the way he slides against your walls, hugged on all sides. Bracing your hands on his chest, you let yourself raise and fall on him as slowly as you can possibly handle. His lower lip was now caught between his teeth as he worked on matching your intensity; You could see his abs clench with every single movement and the way that he would look at you when he pushed in deep just to see the response that you gave was absolutely lethal. He watches you gush and whine over his cock, letting one hand brush across your navel as you moan his name. That same hand travels downward, its intention clear. He lets his fingers dance up, down and all around your clit, making a mess of you almost immediately. You were letting out loud whines of his name as he continued to move his fingers against your clit. You buck and whine to no use; Seokjin doesn’t care about overstimulation; he’s focused on making you cum harder than he ever has.

“Seokjin” You call for him, hoping that he knows what you need from him without you saying it.

Pressing a hand to the small of your back, he cleverly maneuvers you so that your upper half is pressed against him fully with his arm sandwiched between you too.

“Easy baby, let me work”.

He thrusts into you easily, his thrusts hitting exactly where you needed them to, over and over and over again. You let out low moans of his name in quick succession, as if you could say anything else. His pace was picking up in speed and intensity, his skin slapping against yours as loud as ever. Had you been less lust-stricken, you’d care about the lewd sounds. You widen your legs more, hoping to take all that Seokjin was willing to give you.

“If I ever find out that you go to guys like that for dick when you have me right here, you’re not leaving my room for days” His words were a promise that you knew he would uphold and you knew that without him having to say any more on the topic.

“No more of that shit, alright?” His voice was softer now, diluted by his lust but tender and mixed with another emotion you couldn’t quite place.

“No more” You readily agreed, your voice low and breathy.

In a moment, you’re flipped onto your back against the cushions of the couch. His hips piston in and out of you at a pace you almost can’t comprehend. Your legs hook around his hips and lock at the ankles. He lets his moans flow freely and you can do nothing but hang on and moan his praises in his ear. For a second, he pulls back and stills. His eyes soften for just a moment as he looks you over and the sight softens your heart; Your hand comes up to his cheek, fingertips brush across his God-like features, his jawline before stopping at his lips. He holds your gaze before kissing your fingertips.

“Hi” The monosyllabic word is shy, soft.

Jin smiles leaning down to connect your lips once more before returning the greeting. He hooks his arms underneath your thighs so that he could stand with him still inside of you.

You let out a surprised yelp followed by a short laugh as he walked with you to his room. He was still inside of you, emphasized by the slow purposeful steps he took. Since you couldn’t resist, you let your arms hang loosely around his shoulders as you grind against him. He let out a giggle just as you both made it to his room.

“You always get needy before you come” he teases before setting you down against the soft pillows of his bed and he, reluctantly, slips out. You whine about your discontent but he shushes you.

“I got you baby” He assures.

And, he does. With that, he was hovering over you and sliding in between your thighs with slippery ease once again.

His thrusts were slow and lazy, but so deep and calculated that you knew you weren’t going to last long at all. Pushing your head back against the pillows, your nails pushing into the skin of his upper back, you let Jin do as he pleased; You knew that he knew you well enough that even while doing as he liked, you would still cum. Grabbing your leg, you lifted it to drape over his shoulder, holding onto it as he drove in deeper and deeper.

“Jin, deeper” You moaned darkly.

He chuckled, kissing the skin of your breast quickly before moving over to your ear.

“How much deeper do you want me angel?” He asked, knowing full well that you couldn’t answer with the way he was working you.

You could feel the coil turning in your lower stomach and you needed nothing more than for Seokjin to keep going. You let your other leg raise slightly, spreading them so that you could feel absolutely everything. Jin let out a low sound at that action.

“Keep them just like that” He commanded.

Holding onto the skin of your thighs, he drives himself deeper and harder, the skin of his pelvis brushing your clit every time he dove back in. You were a whining, moaning mess, saying anything that came to mind as Seokjin used you as he pleased. He was getting louder, full moans escaping his throat now. You let out a mantra of his name, calling to him over and over again as you felt your body about to cum. Jin let his head drop to your shoulder, a single arm going under you and curling around your waist as he began to stroke faster and harder. You were barely able to tell him anything before you came, the sensation hitting you like a freight train. Jin didn’t let up though; He continued, letting out a few more much less subtle moans before he pushed in as deep as he could go, riding out his high as well. You felt as if you were walking on clouds at the moment, Jin laying on top of you comfortably as you both just let the world fade away for a bit, heavy breathing mingling with the others.

“Do you wanna, maybe, do this with, like, only each other?” He asked almost shyly.

You looked down at Jin, a shy smile on his face as he awaited your answer.

“Like, boyfriend and girlfriend?” You ask skeptically, unable to contain the smile on your face.

He leans up and kiss your lips quickly before responding.

“As long as I get to be the girlfriend”.

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