thvhoe · a day ago
Redamancy - JJK
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Pairing: Athlete!fuckboy!Jungkook x smart ass!female!Reader
Genre: College AU, E2L, Athlete AU, smut, fluff
Word count: 6k
When someone learns that Jungkook has been secretly keeping a puppy in his room despite not being allowed to, he turns to ask the only other person who knows about his secret for help. And suddenly you two—who had long been bitter enemies—get very close.
A/n: It's finally here!!! I'm sorry for keeping you waiting for so long, but I have finally completed Part 1!! Part two will be published based on the feedback I receive, so please leave a comment, reblog, or send an ask.
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The Bar
"And then he pulled out a toothbrush, Y/n, a toothbrush." In response, the man in front of you took another shot while grumbling and moaning into his hands.
Your best friend Jimin was what most people referred to as the "it boy" of your college; He had the perfect physique, nice thick hair, and the temperament of an actual angel. He was, to put it mildly, flawless.
While you giggled at your best friend's hookup tales, the sweet taste of your drink lingered in your tongue. Before he revealed his sexual orientation to you, of course, Jimin had both boys and girls in the palm of his hand and even you had a brief crush on him.
"He used a toothbrush to fuck you?" You enquire of him as to the circumstances. Jimin nodded and self-consciously frowned without saying a word. He spoke up again, this time with a little more seriousness, and his lips mimicked pouting. "The dude was smoking hot, but god, he was engaged in some strange fetishism."
Putting your drink down on the bar counter after you had chugged the remainder, you started to losen up a bit.
Because it wasn't a particularly popular bar, —which was pretty plain with multicolored lighting— there weren't many people around, making it the ideal place for you and your closest friend to gossip. A terrible DJ was playing 2010 tunes that people have long since forgotten in the background. Except for the fact that it was reasonably priced, there was nothing particularly noteworthy about this pub.
You observed as some couples made out while others vanished into the restrooms to do who knows what. You and Jimin were the only ones—or so it seemed—who weren't attempting to get laid tonight.
Your focus fixed on a particular group of young men—probably around 18—who were drinking excessively, with one in particular drawing your eye. "Don't they look pitiful, though?" As Jimin was currently also observing the gathering of men, he laughed.
"How many do you think will cheat on their girls tonight?" you ask while nodding into their direction. Though you didn't intend to, you nonetheless asked the question.
Jimin grimaced and raised his eyebrows in a dejected way. His hand came up to your shoulder before he continued speaking. "Y/n, you need to forget about Kai-" You interrupt him, your gaze lowering to the ground as your thoughts wander to your ex-boyfriend, "I can't."
If you were to sum him up in one word, it would be filthy. He not only cheated on you but also told everyone that you did it first, when you didn't.
Although your relationship with him lasted little more than four months, he was your first serious romantic relationship, the man you lost your virginity to, and the person you could rely on in addition to Jimin. With him, you had many firsts; your first kiss? Kai. Your first date? Kai. Your very first party? With Kai. Your first love?... perhaps he wasn't first in everything after all.
Kai was-
"Earth to y/n, are you listening to me?" You were jolted out of your daze by Jimin. Who—you were almost certain—was already quite drunk. His blonde hair fell into his vision lightly, as he looked at the group of guys taking their seat in a booth a few feet behind the two of you.
Pulling yourself together while furrowing your brows, you wiped the small tear, that had run down your cheeks as you traveled down memory lane. Crying in the club wasn't something you wanted to experience after all.
Gathering all your strength, you sit up straight, recheck your blue satin dress—which was way too expensive for what it barely covered—and then turn to face Jimin. "What-"
He giggled, taking a sip of his cocktail, and motioned with his head behind yours, "Bangtan is here."
Who was Bangtan?
Well, they were a group that was compelled by your College's heartthrobs; Kim Namjoon, the genius of your college, who, thanks to his charm, could get into the panties of both boys and girls.
Then there was Min Yoongi, you remember having heard a rumor that he fucked someone in the music room. Though more reserved, he was still quite the player.
Then came Kim Taehyung, maybe one of the sexiest people you have ever seen. He led a quiet life and seemed pretty mysterious. You could almost guarantee that he was high on something most of the time.
And last but not least, there was Jeon motherfucking Jungkook. He is your school's sweetheart and has slept with the whole cheerleading squad at least twice. He might deceive someone into thinking he was innocent with his doe eyes, but in reality, he was the exact opposite. In all his glory, Jungkook is what you would describe as a fuckboy, and on top of that, he was the captain of the football team.
The once-chill atmosphere was now filled with loud conversation. The voice you are most accustomed to hearing is probably Jungkooks, who is also the most obnoxious. "Don't turn around just yet; I don't believe they have spotted us. However, what do you think? Taehyung is looking filthy fine today. Should I shoot my shot and approach him?" When he quickly straightened his hair and met your gaze, Jimin prompted you.
Your lips looked a little worn out, and your mascara was a little messy. There was no way you were going to stand in front of a group of guys and have your looks judged in an instant. No thank you.
Indifferent to whose pants Jimin will be slipping into today, you give him a shrug.
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First Encounter
It wasn't really comfortable walking home. After deciding to approach Taehyung, Jimin and vanished inside his car to engage in activities that he would undoubtedly recount to you the following day. One in the morning wasn't the best time for a girl to be out on the streets by herself. It was difficult to get a look thanks to the poor lighting the street lights provided, and it was nearly hard to maintain your composure due to the rustling of the shrubs next to the path.
Even though you were a mature woman who was almost 20 years old, you still felt unsafe travelling alone at night. As you got closer, your steps got faster as you could start to see the silhouette of your dorm building.
When you drew nearer to the Dorms, you could make out a few people who, like you, were likely returning from a night of partying. The only other sounds were the slight creaking of the trees caused by how windy it had become that night. The dorm you were staying in wasn't quite in the center of the campus; it was a little bit farther to the right, making it a little more private but still close to the university. Though the weariness was overtaking you faster than you could react and the booze wasn't even in your system anymore, you slightly closed your eyes as you moved.
"Bam! Get back here!"
The voice was boyish, and you knew it was Jungkooks the moment it reached your ears.—it wasn't a big deal to run into him here—even though he only lived a few rooms away from yours, his presence made you internally snort.
But you started to feel uneasy as a shadowy figure that didn't resemble a human approached you. Despite the fact that it was now only a few feet away from you, it didn't appear to slow down its pace any time soon.
Fortunately, thanks to the streetlight next to you, you could see the outline of a... dog? Oddly, dogs weren't permitted anywhere on campus, let alone in the residence halls. Unexpectedly quickly, your butt made touch with the grass, and you felt a light drizzle on your face.
You were occupied with trying to stop the dog from licking your face, and just then noticed footsteps approaching you. It was a fairly large dog, so it made sense that he was able to tackle you over this easily.
Undoubtedly you weren't too familiar with dog races, but this one seemed to be what one might describe as aggressive. Once you managed to gather your composure, a small smile spread across your lips as you looked at it. He was the exact opposite, panting quietly and looking at you with his ears up and tongue out. "And you are..?" While gently petting the dog, still lying on the ground, you chuckle. You might've still been a little drunk, just maybe.
Sadly, you were more than tired at this time and only 100 feet from your dorm when this happened—this woke you up, definitely. As Jungkook finally arrived at the scene, his wide eyes were fixed on the picture in front of him. The dog—his dog— layed down beside you, his head resting on your lap. You, the same y/n he'd known—and hated—for years, was seated on the ground, petting his dog, looking as adorable as ever. "Bam," he called out catching the dog's attention, he stared at your lap; then, "Bam come on," Jungkook tried shooing the dog away without actually approaching.
"Is this your dog?" You speak up loudly after a little silence. As Jungkook drew closer, he sent you an enigmatic glance before gripping the dog's collar and pulling it away from you.
He was just Jungkook, after all, and if you weren't about to hook up, he wasn't going to be interested in you at all. So you didn't expect him to help you up, or answer you.
You just sat there on the ground, your dress trailed up your legs as you watched the boy and his dog. You know what they say—if he had a dog, he wouldn't cheat—, or something along the lines. You honestly had no clue, you were a little tipsy after all.
"He's not my dog"
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Jeon: dude I need you to take Bam for the night, got a girl coming over
Jungkook sat on his bed, legs spread wide as he tapped on the chat with Mina, the photo she'd send him just now catching his full attention. It was simple, but it was hot enough to get Jungkook riled up; just her tits on display, no bra or anything.
Tae-hyung: can't, got Jimin over, maybe next time.
Fuck, really?
Jeon: Jimin as in Park Jimin?
Jeon: as in Y/ns friend? That Jimin?
Rolling his eyes at his friend, Jungkook hastily wrote on his phone. Yes, Taehyung was free to fuck anyone and at any time, but why Jimin specifically? He didn't have a problem with the boy, but he did with you. You and Jungkook just never got along somehow.
It happened two years ago. He blamed the eccentric teacher who probably just thought you were hot, but it may have also been the competitiveness between the two of you because you consistently outperformed him in physical education by 2%. The animosity technically should have subsided by this point. But since neither of you made an effort to communicate in a non-aggressive way, you just never talked it out.
Tae-hyung: yeah yeah, that one.
Tae-hyung: now stop texting me, I'm in the middle of getting the suck of a lifetime.
Jungkook rolled his eyes, and before locking his phone he cancelled plans with Mina.
"I guess it's just you and me today, buddy." "Taetae just didn't have time for you," Jungkook said, his voice becoming a little more adorable as he spoke to his doberman and gazed at him with disappointment. The dog begins to whine, approaching Jungkook and placing his head on his lap so that Jungkook could comfort him while he also browsed through some Netflix movies.
It was sad, really. No pets were allowed, as the landlord had made plain to everyone before they even moved in. No matter if it was a simple pet like a cat or a hamster; no pets.
Of course, Jungkook was aware of what was going on, but what was he going to do with Bam? Jungkooks family would be more than willing to take care of him and allow Jungkook as many visits as he desired, but because they lived two hours away, it wasn't convenient to just drop by. Finally, he made the decision to just take the dog with him—something he was certain would get him kicked out at some point.
Bam wasn't young either; the dog was nearly two years old. I would be easy to spot him anywhere. Thats why he only took him on walks late in the night, where there was no one around except a few drunken teens—and well—you apparently.
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It wasn't until Jimin drew you back to reality that you realized you had just finished the week's final physics class. Although it appeared that many students chose physics this year, the classroom was quite quiet despite being packed.
Since he gave a pass to everyone who even attempted it, the teacher was OK; there was no need to be concerned. Your best friend only muttered, "You look awful," after giving you that "you stayed up all night didn't you" look as he checked you over. Who were you kidding? You stayed up because your 'wonderful' neighbor next door appeared to have invited three girls over in one night to have "fun".
You mutter to him, "Wow, thanks," as you collect your belongings.
You change the subject, not really wishing to discuss your neighbor's sex life, by saying, "You don't look too good yourself." Jimin rolled his eyes at that.
You only had three classes today, but they seemed to last forever. Your first class was math, and you felt certain you would fail it. Professor Jung simply doesn't care enough about his students this term. Following that, you had literature, which was marginally better but still not your favorite subject. Physics was the last class, which was a real letdown since even though you were passing, it was still a major pain in the ass.
Jimin gave you a knowing glance as you left the class, his eyes clearly showing that he had a good time the night before. "Taehyung again huh?" You chuckle as you open your locker and put your physics books inside. Jimin grinned and held out his hands in defense, saying, "The guy is a beast in bed, I'm telling you, biggest dick ever-" "Too much information," you murmur, covering your ears, "far too much detail."
As far as you are aware, they only met up three times, they were quite close. "Do you like him?" As you sit on the university grounds, not far from the location where the incident involving Jungkook occurred a few nights earlier, you inquire while taking your lunch box out.
As he too began to eat his meal, your best friend mumbled, "He's okay." You were already familiar with Jimin and were aware of his deception. Oh, the Bangtan member was in serious trouble, Jimin could be a very fiesty lover. You, on the other hand, didn't really understand the hype surrounding them, even if they were all undeniably attractive and unique in their own right. To fall for one of the heartbreakers, though, was simply not possible in your book. Taehyung was cute, for sure, but smoking weed was a little too illegal for your liking, you wouldn't fit right in with his lifestyle. His father was a prominent politician,, the police had his ass covered in no time.
"How about you? Any guys?... or girls?" He raises an eyebrow, but you just shrug it off, you weren't exactly looking for anyone, and you were too busy with school to even have time for a date.
Around two years ago, Minho from psychology class broke down crying during sex after going on a date. His pet fish had passed away. That was the last time you went on a date with him, or in general, for sure. Maybe it wasn't meant to be. Maybe you just weren't into relationships.
You recall that the last time you had an intimate contact with someone, it took place at a party a few months after your break-up with Kai. Nothing is more stereotypical than having sex in the bathroom, but that is exactly what occurred, and you left right away.
"That is your "I'm thinking about Kai" expression, so stop now." The sound of Jimin chewing his food in front of you could be heard as he raised his voice and pointed at you with his chopsticks. "You're hurting yourself." He was correct, you had lost interest in the man, but one never forgets their first love.
"Whatever let's just eat"
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Second encounter
Jungkook is the second person you encounter after leaving the pub with Jimin at 2 a.m. He was out and about by himself, just like the last time, with a grimace on his face as he browsed aimlessly on his phone, not paying attention to the people around him. Messages from various girls crowded his screen. Jungkook was undeniably a beast in bed. Even girls who had just found his Instagram and lived in separate towns or even countries would dm him.
Jungkook, without a doubt, was one in a million.
You were walking to your dorm, music blasting, Taylor Swift's voice pleased your ears. You didn't turn off the music until that familiar dog approached you again. Your sneer is humorous. "And we meet again, friend," you smile as you give the giant dog a loving pat. The dog lets out a joyous yelp, his tail bouncing from side to side in excitement.
"You're a cute one, I wonder what your name is," you say as you examine the collar, trying in vain to find a name. "Bam," you hear a voice behind you, prompting you to turn to face the Jock "His name is Bam," he says again, dragging the dog towards him with the leash. "Is that your dog? I thought we weren't permitted to bring dogs to College-" "hes- he's not my dog, I'm just walking him." "Because," he pauses, "I'm walking him for a friend." He gives a confident nod.
"You walk your friend's dog at 2 a.m.? I'm not buying it, Jk" You raise your brow before slipping the headphones into your pocket and waited for a response. "I don't think it's any of your business anyway," he says dismissively, beginning to walk in the opposite direction.
"I guess it's my business the instant I tell our principle about your little pal," you sneer, merely intending to rile him up, you plainly had no intention of actually putting him in trouble, although it would be amusing to see the heartthrob getting scolded, it just wasn't your place to talk.
Shaking his head Jungkook turns around once more, his face adorning a frown as he steps a little too close to your licking. "He's my friends dog." He tells you once more, chest out and defensive. "I'm not dumb enough to bring a dog this big into my dorm"
You scoff, the alcohol in your blood making you appear more confident than you were. "I think you're quite dumb," you say, teasingly striking his chest. He knew you were joking, but something in him snapped at the thought of anybody other than his closest friends knowing about Bam. "Listen up, 'know it all,' you better mind your own damn business-" you sneer, flipping your head, "I was just kidding, Jesus fuck, why are you so tense? Didn't get laid today?" You laugh, re-plug your earbuds, and walk away, leaving a perplexed Jungkook behind.
Jungkook was pulled back to reality as his dog tugged on the leash, most likely wanting to go home. "Fine, alright, we're leaving," Jungkook murmured to himself as he went up to his dorm, which was mercifully located in a more secure location.
When he layed down on his bed and turned out the lights, his phone was the only source of brightness he had. "You can't just wander off to strangers Bam, they'll take you away from me if they find out," his owner chuckles as Bam lays down alongside him and lets out a contented huff.
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The Gym (Third Encounter)
"I swear to you, Jake got kicked out of his apartment and had to move to an apertment at the far end of town because they found him with a cat in his dorm." Taehyung informed his closest friend as they headed to practice, both of them holding their gym bags as they approached the large gym. Jungkook's heart skipped a beat; he didn't want to spend more than 1.500€ a month for a lousy apartment if someone ever found out. "Fuck," he mumbles as he fumbles with his locker keys to get his workout bag inside, only pulling out a little towel and some water. "I don't want to be that person, but someone will find out eventually, and then you're screwed." Taehyung comforts the younger man by placing his hand on his shoulder.
Jungkook sighs and shakes his head "So, where do I put him now? My parents live two hours away, and you guys are the only ones I know and trust with Bam." He sighs and steps onto the treadmill, starting slowly and running his hand through his hair. Jungkook was worried, you'd seen Bam and suspected him to be his; it wouldn't be long before you told someone, he didn't trust you in the least.
Taehyung only shrugged, already too engrossed in the music playing loudly through his headphones, while Jungkook just gazed at the wall as he worked out, the chat with you earlier this week making him more worried than it should. You'd have told on him by now–it's been three days–there's no way you'd do it now. But he still had this strange feeling in his gut that wouldn't go away.
With just 15 minutes till his workout was through, Jungkook was stretching in front of the mirror when he focused his gaze on your figure; you hadn't noticed him yet, but the dread in his chest grew again. "Damn, that's her." Jungkook nudges his closest friend to get his attention, motioning toward you, your eyes now meeting his. "Shit, I think she knows hyung, what do I do? Is she here to get me? To get Bam? What if they already got him?!"Jungkook rushes up to gather his stuff, but Taehyung stops him. "Jungkook, see, she's here with Jimin, they're just going to work out, she's not here to" he raises an eyebrow, "get you," he quotes.
Looking back, he saw you on the treadmills with Jimin, exactly as Taehyung had informed him you were working out. He sighs deeply as he walks past his friend towards the showers. "I really need to get banged," he says, "I haven't had any since I cancelled on Mina." Jungkook quickly stripped naked and began showering while Taehyung reclined on one of the benches. "I'm going to take a shower at Jimin's apartment once he finishes here," Taehyung says with a knowing smirk. "You're disgusting," Jungkook complains as he washes the shampoo out of his hair, earning Tae's snicker. "What? And you telling me every aspect of your one-night stands is fine?" He pulls out his phone. "Man, you're down bad," Jungkook muttered as Taehyung smiled at the flirty messages Jimin had left for him.
The sound of droplets falling onto the ground soon stops, and Jungkook dries himself up in no time. Putting on some fresh clothes before bidding goodbye to his friend who walks over to you and Jimin with a grin on his face. He wishes Taehyung the best, sure, but the thought of him dating someone? It was weird, yeah.
"Tae!" Jimin was the first to spring up and hug his, his well.. you're not sure what they are to each other yet. You had yet to figure that out, but in the meantime, you enjoyed Jimin being happy. "Hi Taehyung" you wave at the boy while squating, you weren't about to stop your workout just to greet him. "Nice to see you Y/n" Taehyung gives you a small but meaningful smile before looking back at Jimin, who'd stopped his workout all together and was now leaning against the mirror admiring the beautiful man in front of him.
You don't really catch what they talk about, you were too busy thinking about what you were eating for dinner later. Maybe sushi? Chinese? Subway? A voice soon interrupts your thoughts "Y/n!" Jimin calls out, walking closer to you. "Taehyung invited us for dinner later, I think some of his friends are coming too" smiling, he gives you pleading eyes, hoping you'd say yes so he wouldn't have to deal with his lover's friend all by himself.
"Sure I'd love to come"
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Getting Ready
"-There must be one that grabs your attention, they are all really different from one another and... sexy." You're standing in front of the mirror trying on several clothing for tonight's dinner as Jimin approaches your body. Yes, it took some bravery for you to just show up there, Jimin—at least— had Taehyung, who he was already very familiar with. But what about you? You were most certainly out of place, but as you previously stated, you couldn't just let Jimin leave by himself.
"I know, I know," you murmur, "but the only one I've ever spoken to, except Taehyung, is Jungkook," as you make a face.
Jimin's expression immediately darkens, with a tinge of worry in his features. He begins, setting down the dress he had picked for you to try on, "For the love of God, no." He shakes his head "Not him." He made a no sign with both of his hands. You furrow your brow and say, "They're all not the best of people. Why are you worried of me clicking with him?" Careless of the terrified man in your room, you grab your bra from the bed. Jimin mumbles, "I mean." Your best friend shakes his head as you show him a blue shirt and says, "He's close to Taehyung and everything, which I guess is his one green flag." He pauses. "I just don't think you're compatible; he's everything you despise,"
"How do you know him so well?" You inquired. In the midst of the talk, he hands you a dress, and you put it on while you wait and check yourself in the mirror. He rejects your response, "He came over a few times after me and Tae hooked up," and compliments your outfit choice.
When he sees you sitting at your makeup table, he says, "Use blush, suits you." Taking up the beauty product with a nod, you start you doing your make up "Okay, so how is he?" After a pause, you resume the conversation, intrigued because the few times you did speak to him, he seemed a bit withdrawn and hesitant.
Jimin slumps on the bean bag next to you and moans as he drops his phone on your bed. "He's exactly how he always was: cold and not very talkative," says Jimin before reaching over to give you your lipstick. He goes on to say, "He's very confident in himself, a narcissist, and fucks around a lot. You know; still the same old Jungkook you used to beat in PE" smiling when you finish your makeup and calling it "wonderful." "Thanks Jimin,"
"I think I kinda expected that from him, the cold attitude and all," you add reaching for your bag and putting your keys, wallet, and, yes, a condom inside.
You never know.
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Dinner (Forth Encounter)
The place basically screams "only rich people please!" with slow music playing in the background and the place being dark. You sigh; this is definitely not a place you'd choose. It didn't help that you weren't employed and had only about 100€ in your bank account. You should probably only get side dishes, they were undoubtedly the least expensive items on the menu.
Jimin pats your back as you both proceed to the booth Yoongi, Taehyung, and Jungkook sat in, saying, "Over there." Jimin hugged Taehyung and then sat down next to him, leaving you to be seated next to the weirdo himself; Jeon Jungkook. You uncomfortably look at Jimin, who is seated in front of you, and murmur, "Hello," holding your phone tightly in your hand. "What would you two like to have?" Taehyung asked "Yoongi Hyung, Jungkook and I ordered beer". Jimin was almost sitting on Taehyung's knee when he spoke, which explained his unusually upbeat tone.
Before speaking, you give your closest friend a dirty look and say, "I'll just take a water," grinning as you unlock your phone and occupy yourself. The night was going to be quite long.
Jungkook keeps a close eye on you and hasn't let up since you first arrived. This isn't because he likes you; on the contrary, he still harbors animosity toward you.
But why are you here right now, out of all the places you could be? Yoongi, who was busy texting a girl on his phone while drinking his beer, is distracted as Jungkook groans. He mutters as he continues to stare down at his phone without looking up, "If you're going to be a brat, leave. I can't deal with your childish ass right now." "I'm an adult," Jungkook says, rolling his eyes. The older one then looks up, "Then act like one."
Jungkook slams his hand down on the table a little too forcefully, drawing your attention. "What's that supposed to mean," he asks. Yoongi and Jungkook are in your line of sight as you shriek up and inquire. "Everything alright?"
Smiling Yoongi nods towards you, indicating that you should eat up your appetizers. He then gives Jungkook a sneering look after you shrug and do exactly that.
Giving one final critical glance before returning to his phone Yoongi speaks, "See, that's exactly what I mean by 'childlike behavior'."
Jimin squeals, "Taehyungie, stop," and when you look up, you'll see the two lovebirds teasing each other. Taehyung is the one who feeds Jimin, but just as he opens his mouth to take a bite, he takes the spoon away, making Jimin whine.
You had never seen Jimin this content or this... in love? You smirk to yourself as you cast a quick glance across the room before settling your eyes on Jungkook, who had just returned from the restroom, his eyes glued to his phone as he typed away, before returning to his seat next to you.
"I say we should get more drinks; they're on me," Taehyung cheered then ordering 4 Sex on the beach. Not exactly your favorite, but free alcohol is still free alcohol.
The smell of smoke permeated the air as you stepped outside, seeing a shaky Jimin walking hand in hand with Taehyung as he escorted him to his car. You call out, attracting Taehyung's attention, "Wait—uh, Jimin and I were meant to get home together." But Taehyung simply smiles at you. "Sorry, Jimin is mine for the night."
Looking across at your best friend, you notice the typical drunk Jimin, blowing kisses your way, and drawing finger hearts. You shrug smiling, and pull out your phone to call an uber. Yoongi, who takes a last drag from his cigarette, stops you, "I'll drive you home, you live around the same area as Jungkook right?" stepping on the cigarette, he asks while exhaling smoke.
You nod; you don't really care how you got home tonight; all you really want to do is fall asleep on your bed. He says, "My cars over there, I guess Jungkook already got in." He gives you an enticing wink before saying, "I'll be right there." Yoongi walks over to assist Taehyung in getting Jimin into his car, Thankfully, they had their last drink two hours prior, as this allowed them to safely drive home.
When you first entered the car, it was completely silent. The only sound was a lonesome song playing on the radio, which helped to create a slightly more cozy environment. Jungkook sat in the front seat, smoking a cigarette out the window as he stared at the sky.
Jungkook observes as your attractive physique settles into the backseat of the vehicle. He grinned to himself as he threw the cigarette out the window and slumped back in his seat after noticing you briefly glancing at him. Watching your confused face in the rearview mirror, he said, "There's lipstick on your teeth."
"Do you frequently just stare at random girls' teeth?" You scoff while using one finger to wipe your teeth, staring irritably at the older boy. "A simple "thank you" would have been plenty," you observe him shrug, distort his face, and roll his eyes.
"Are you taking out your friends dog tonight?" You cross your arms as you ask, briefly glancing back to Yoongi who still hopelessly tried to get Jimin into Taehyungs car. You laugh a bit, taking a picture to show Jimin the next day.
"What?" Jungkook turns around to look at you in irritation, obviously confused. You tilt your head in surprise "The dog you always walk at the asscrack of dawn" you remind him "Bam I think his name was". His eyes then seem to widen, most probably knowing what you mean. "Oh yeah, yeah" he dismisses you, shaking his head and turning back to look outside the window at the night sky.
"You're so weird"
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monstrousvoice · 18 hours ago
Good Kitty
Fandom: Cult of the Lamb
Relationship: Bishop Leshy X Reader/Un-named OC
AN: Hello!! This is a request sent to me by @meatcatt for a Bishop Leshy X Male Reader!! It includes pet play and power dynamics, and I threw in a couple other things, I hope you enjoy it meatboy!!!!!
Tags: Smut, PWP, Slight Stomach Distention, Cum Inflation, Multiple Orgasms, Forced Orgasms, through the power of magic cause I said so, Reader is an un-named OC, Reader is a tabby cat follower, Reader is amab, Reader has a dick
Warnings: Gratuitous smut and anal with tummy distention, as well as overstimulation and multiple orgasms made possible by magic, cause I said so
Summary: Your Master works very hard, and is need of a stress reliever~
Read on AO3!
Your fingers wrap tight around your golden name tag, idly fiddling with it in your boredom. You’ve been a good boy today, but now it was nearing the third hour of Follower hearings and you were feeling…restless. You wanted to do something different. You sit high on the arm of your Master’s throne in his temple, and a shift of your hips makes you acutely aware of the… gift Master had given you before this meeting.
Even with a jeweled plug stretching your ass open, you followed Master’s rules perfectly. You sat pretty, didn’t moan like a whore whenever he reached over to pet you, and you didn’t pay attention to a single other person in the room. Your cock has been hard and leaking for the entirety of the late morning and you were desperate for any kind of relief. 
The hand not fiddling with your name tag adjusts the loose, draping skirt you wear. It's just enough cloth to cover your cock and ass, your legs in clear view, with the cloth incredibly easy to push aside for immediate access to your lubed up asshole. The obvious tent in your lap is noticeable by all the followers who enter the room, many of them whispering and staring at your squirming. Many of them have had to adjust their own robes or leave all together at the pretty sight you make.
You don't care about their gaze though, not when your Master sits tall and proud next to you. You want him to finally give you the attention you’ve been craving all morning..but his attention is still away from you.
“P-please my Lord! We-!” The follower screaming has tears flowing down his cheeks, his claws digging into the temple carpet, clawing desperately to stay despite the guards yanking them towards the temple exit. They huff in frustration at his persistence, one of them even tries punching the fool in an attempt to loosen his hold on the expensive rug beneath their feet. They really are causing an incredible fuss…
Other followers are sitting to the side of the room, uncomfortable with the constant wailing. Your own ears have flattened to your head as you grimace, tail swishing in annoyance. This is what is keeping your beloved Master’s attention from you.
A high pitched screech rings out, echoing throughout the temple and ringing in everyone’s ears. Master stands tall next to you, his shadow casting over where you sit. Your mouth forms a small ‘o’ of awe at the sight, your cock twitching in interest once more. The sheer height difference between you both always leaves you feeling warm…
“Silence cur!” Master howls, “I will not have such blasphemy in my woods!” Time seems to freeze as he speaks, even the pathetic grub being dragged away staring in shock at the outburst.
“M-my Lord Leshy, I-” With a devastating ‘crack’, your Master slams the side of his fist into the stone wall of the temple near him. Cracks splinter from the point of impact and reach all the way up to the shuddering ceiling. The follower falls limp against the guards, all the fight leaving them at the display of anger.
Your whole body shudders at the display, your breath leaving you in a ragged gasp. You bite your lip to keep yourself from moaning aloud for everyone to hear.
“You-” Master Leshy hisses, “You have made a mockery of my sibling and continue to disrespect my time and my court. It will not stand.” The god can no longer see, but the intent behind his non-existent gaze is palpable, and the guards go pale even as they grip the heretic tighter.
“Kill him.” The wyrm growls.
The guards salute and drag the limp body they hold away. Even after they leave. Tension is still thick in the air. Your Master sits again on his throne, shoulders stiff and claws clenching and unclenching rhythmically. A priest gestures to a whimpering follower to step forward with their request.
As the tiny thing mutters and stumbles over their words, you watch your Lord. Black ichor leks heavily from his bandages, droplets falling to stain his already black robes an impossible shade darker. His head twitches at every sound around him, from shuffling feet to quiet words being spoken. His right hand reaches up to grip one of his wooden antlers tight, giving it a harsh tug in a futile effort to stop his twitching.
You need to do something.
With practiced movements you crawl from the throne arm and onto your Master’s lap. You settle on one of his mossy thighs, the pressure resting against the plug inside you and giving your cock something to grind against. You absentmindedly grind down, unable to hold back the whispered gasp the feeling gives you. Pleasure shoots up your spine and makes your toes curl, and you quickly bury your face into the silk robes of your Master to muffle any other sounds you might make.
Your actions make Leshy freeze, his twitching put to a stop for a brief moment out of surprise. His voice cuts through the crowd below you. You feel their eyes on you as you grind shamelessly where you sit, uncaring what they think.
“Leave us. Priest, lock the doors.” You can’t help the sly smile you hide where your face is buried as everyone files out of the room. The heavy ‘ thud ’ of the oak doors closing echoes throughout the room as Leshy’s hands finally settle on you. One rests on your lower back, rubbing downwards to fondle your ass as you continue grinding on him. 
“M-Master…” You whimper, heat gathering in your lower belly at his touch. The gentle claws of his other hand pet your head, teasing the sensitive flesh of your ears, making a purr start in your chest.
“My good kitty…” He whispers, pulling you impossibly closer to him. The fire you feel burns up through your veins at the endearment.
“You always know when I need a distraction, my good boy. I love when you beg for my attention like this. So needy …” He all but purrs, his head leaning down to nuzzle at the top of your own head. The mossy covering feels cool and soft against your overheated fur.
“Of course M-Master…I love to serve you…t-take care of your-your every need…” You manage to pant in response. Your hips keep up their movement, pre-cum leaking all over your decorative skirt and staining the fabric dark. A sharp claw nestles in between your ass cheeks to gently press against the decorative gem of your plug. 
“Such a pretty sight your ass made for me today. I would look over to you squirming, trying not to moan…” You whimper at his words, hole clenching around the thick plug he played with. His massive jaws part near you, rows and rows of sharp teeth on display, glinting in the fire light of the temple. Your Master’s forked tongue slithers out, licking across your cheek as you moan at the contact. You’ve been so starved for his touch all morning…
“Did you wish it was my cock, pet? Keeping this tight little ass -” He grips the meat of your cheeks hard, spreading them open for his fingers to keep teasing you, “stretched wide open? Would you even care that strangers would see you, on display? A cock drunk whore being used as the toy he knows he was always meant to be?”
You keen at his words, hips humping his thigh furiously as you pant and moan for him. Your tongue lolls as Leshy finally grips the hard jewel of your plug, giving gentle tugs against your flexing hole. You can so clearly see what he’s talking about, sitting on your God’s fat cock as you writhe and cum over and over again, just a toy for him to use…
“I take it you enjoy the idea, my kitty? It looks like you do~” He teases, his thigh bouncing to jerk you further into his lap. Your cock is pressing against his hip now, leaking pre-cum all over the fabric and plant matter there. The thick vine material gave a perfect friction as your Master continued to tease your ass with your plug.
With no effort he shifted you upwards and back down, now sitting properly in his lap. His own cock was pressing fully against you now, sweet nectar leaking from the tip. You wanted it in your mouth, leaking that sweet smelling fluid down your throat and into your belly…
“O-oh fuck! M-Master-!” You gasped as he finally ended his teasing, the fattest part of your plug finally slipping free of your sensitive hole with a wet ‘pop’ . Your whole body shuddered at the feeling, asshole clenching hard around nothing. With smug satisfaction Leshy set the toy aside, purring deep in his chest at your still jerking hips.
“Good job, sweet boy. Very good. I’ll give you what you want soon, let me test with my fingers first.” You whimpered in pleasured agony at his words. You had been stretched all day! You could take hi-
You screamed when two of his fingers were shoved forcefully into your ass, crooking hard against the soft walls and jerking back out hard. Then he did it again, in and out, in and out as you screamed at the feeling. His maw came close to your throat, nipping softly at the skin there, a harsh contrast to the jerking of his hand.
“Good kitty~” he whispered, and the coiling heat in your belly only grew hotter. It grew taut, ready to release if he just-kept-!
His fingers left your opening, despite the pitiful whine you gave at your ruined orgasm. Leshy gave a tut-tut at your behavior.
“Now now pet, you know you’re not allowed to cum without my say-so.” 
“Y-yes Master…” You whimpered, your voice hoarse. Leshy gave a sympathetic coo at your debauched form.
“Don’t worry sweet pet…” He purred, lifting our hips high, “You’ll get to cum as much as you want with my cock squeezed into this sweet ass…” You could feel it, the tapered end of his dick pressing against your opening, spreading nectar over your already lubed up skin. 
You gasped and bit down hard at the plant matter nearest to your face, trying desperately not to cry in ecstasy as he pushed himself into you, ever so slowly. The tapered head made entry easy, but his cock very quickly thicked in size as your hips sank down. You trembled and clenched down, hard , as he kept pushing further into you-!
“Nhgh, kitty, relax…relax for me, I can’t go deeper with you squeezing so tight-! ” You could only cry out in response, too fucked out to even understand his words. His claws roamed up and down your sides and played with your sensitive spots. Your body reacted naturally, loosening up and losing tension. 
Your slicked up hole loosened as well, and you dropped further down onto his cock with no warning. Your scream was lodged in your throat as your whole body trembled and shook. You needed to cum, you needed to cum so fucking badly-
Leshy groaned low and loud at the sudden movement, his claws gripping you tight as he panted in your ear.
“T-there. No p-problem my kitty…slipped in with no…fuck-no problem.” One of his hands gripped your own, bringing it towards your belly. Your limp paw rested where he placed it, feeling a formed bump. With wide eyes you looked down to see your own hand stroking a bump that previously wasn’t there. 
“Fucking-fugh-fuck~” You moaned, drool dripping from your lolling tongue as your hips spasmed. Rope after rope of cum shot out and onto your Master’s belly as your ass squeezed tight around his cock. Your head fell back as you looked at him, unable to see his physical eyes but knowing he could see you anyways.
He held you close as you came down from your high, cock twitching as it softened. You breathed in his woody scent, enjoying the pleasant aftershocks that still jumped through your body. His dark chuckle made you freeze, eyes popping open. With a quick jerk of his hips he reminded you that he hadn’t cum yet. 
He didn’t give you permission either.
“Naughty kitty. Guess what? Now you have to stay here until I cum too. And you’re going to keep cumming for me the entire time~ ” He hissed. Your body was enveloped in a warm red glow as Leshy’s magic flowed into you and the sated feeling you were wrapped up in before disappeared. 
With a cry your cock sprung back to life, new energy filling your body even with it feeling too sensitive to continue. Leshy didn’t give you time to adjust, thrusting up hard and deep into your hole.
You screamed again, nerves on fire even as heat flooded your veins with the need to cum again. It was too much, it wasn’t nearly enough-! 
Your Master growled, teeth displayed in a snarl as he manhandled you like a doll, forcing you up and down on his oversized cock. You hadn’t even fully recovered from your first orgasm before a second one was forcing its way through you, ripped forcefully out by magical induced stamina. 
Tears leaked from your eyes as Leshy kept using you, pushing your hips down into his and grinding into your abused hole. You could do nothing but go limp as he took what he wanted from you, bouncing you up and down. 
“Ma-Mas-” You couldn’t speak, your brain a pile of mush as you felt another orgasm start building in your gut. 
“Fucking-little slut! You wanna cum without p-permission? F-fine! Go ahead! Ke-keep cumming on my cock!” He growled, his pace not slowing down the least. Your body was oversensitive, abused and tired as heat kept building and building inside.
You loved it.
You think you managed to say so, babbling away as Leshy used your body like a toy. He groaned and grunted above you, focused on chasing his own pleasure now. It was with a jerk that you learned this, when his cock wasn’t able to pull out of your abused hole anymore.
His cock head was unfolding, flowering, like it did when he was about to cum. The tapered end opened up to reveal a beautiful light red head that would cum delicious nectar for you. Your legs wrapped tight around his hips, your once limp arms shakily grasping the wood that made up his chest and his unbuttoned robes, desperate for something to hold onto as Leshy lost himself in pleasure.
With a satisfied growl, thick ropes of nectar were shot into your ass, filling it full, and then fuller after that. You cried as you felt your belly distend more, the sugary substance stretching you further open to hold everything your Master had to give you. All you could do was sit there and take it, your own cock dribbling cum over your thighs.
Your Master continued to move you in a slow grind, his thick cock twitching inside you, jostling your filled tummy. You panted and whimpered, your throat too raw to cry and scream any longer. Leshy relaxed under you, his form going pliant as he held you close to him.
He gently grabbed his robe, using the long cloth to cover your limp form where it still laid against his chest.
“Well, that was very enjoyable, wasn’t it my kitten? I’ll give you a few minutes to come to your senses before followers come back to speak to me.”
You nuzzled into the safe area he made for you in his arms. It would be beyond embarrassing, but you weren’t going to be able to move from this spot for at least an hour. 
The flowering head of his cock acted like a plug in itself.
You hoped none of his followers would mind too much.
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e-cm · 10 days ago
Breakfast | JJK
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Summary: Your crush on your roommate is getting harder and harder to control. Jungkook walking in after a particularly sweaty gym session is your last straw...
Pairing: Jungkook x Female!reader
Rating: Explicit (18+)
Genre: pwp, roommate au, non-idol au
Word count: 2k
Warnings: smut (protected sex, fingering, fem receiving oral)
“Don’t tell me you’ve already been at the gym?”
You leisurely sip your cup of morning coffee at the kitchen island when your roommate walks in, glistening in sweat. If it wasn’t that, it was his very…revealing gym attire that gave away his morning activities.
His low hanging vest that left nothing to imagination and basketball shorts that strained at his thighs made you nearly choke on your next sip. He was sculpted by the gods himself. There was no doubt about that.
He runs a hand through his damp hair and shrugs at you with a cheeky wink.
“It’s not even nine in the morning and we went out last night. Are you insane?!” You hit back incredulously. “I’m sure there are rules against this shit…you can’t just sweat so much when you’re already so dehydrated!” 
“You should come with me next time, Y/N. I had the best leg day…,” he nonchalantly responds whilst removing his gym bag and haphazardly throwing it in a corner. 
He fires up the stove, a pan and eggs already on the counter from your morning activities.
You were doing fine. Really, you were doing just fine controlling your long time crush on your roommate. So, why did he have to ruin your resolve by reaching up to the top shelf of the cupboard for a plate?
Why were you the front line audience to the way his back muscles deliciously contracted and flexed. If Jungkook could see you right now, he would see you borderline drooling into your mug of coffee. 
Control yourself, Y/N. Behave.
“How was last night for you, Y/N?”
He spares a glance back at you while he chops up some spring onion.
This time, you actually choke on your coffee. Did he hear you sneak in your co worker last night? You were sure he was asleep. 
“Uhh, do you know or are you really asking?” May as well come clean.
His breathy chuckle suffices. 
“Didn’t sound like he was good enough to stay over…” 
Your eyes widen in surprise and you place your mug down before you drop it. Surely not…surely he didn’t hear everything?
You gulp loudly before asking for him to elaborate.
He simply sighs. He turns off the stove to face you with his arms crossed, shaking his head.
“You know, Y/N, I’ve always thought you could do much better than the guys you come back home with.”
Taking offence, you shoot back, “like who?”
He doesn’t respond straightaway. Instead, he opts to walk past you, buff arm brushing your shoulder lightly, to the fridge. That had to be an accident, right? You can’t help but inhale at his scent. His musky scent that’s just so distinctly Jungkook.
Behave, Y/N.
“Like someone who can actually make you cum so you don’t have to fake it.”
You spin on your barstool so fast that you nearly fall off. All it warrants is a teasing quirk of Jungkook’s eyebrow and his strong, muscular arms to steady you. 
Fuck it, it was either now or never.
“And you think you can help me with this…problem?” You merely breathe out the words. His solid chest is so close to your face, you’re sure you could make your home in there and never leave.
Jungkook sees you eyeing him up. To be honest, he’s seen the way you look at him for a while now.
But, what you haven’t seen is the way he looks at you. 
Licking his lips with his eyes fixated on your own, he rasps out, “Why tell you when I can show you?”
You both launch yourselves at each other’s lips. The kiss is hungry, desperate, making up for lost time. 
You’re not sure who starts moaning into the kiss first but you’re sure it was you who shoved your tongue down his throat first. 
You were needy and you couldn’t give a shit about it. Jungkook had to know.
And he knew. He’d waited just as long to taste your lips. The raspberry lip balm that you always apply as the last step in your nighttime skincare routine was fresh on his tongue.
But, this was dessert. He couldn’t get too ahead of himself.
Breakfast first.
He lifts you up swiftly from your sitting position and you wrap your legs around his hip securely. You knew he wouldn’t drop you. You were probably just a warm up weight for him.
He places you down on the sofa, his large chain dangling enticingly on your own chest. You’d be lying if you said you hadn’t imagined how it would feel to repeatedly be smacked in the face by his chain as he fucks your brains out.
To your delight, you were pretty close to your dream right now.
“Let me make you feel good, Y/N.”
Those were his final words before he pushes your tank top up and leaves a trail of soft kisses along your midriff to the waistband of your sleeping shorts.
Hooking a finger inside, he stops, looking at you intently, effectively giving you an option to back out. You knew you always had the option to back out at any point. Besides, why would you?
You whine in response, wriggling your hips and bucking them to meet his face.
“That’s really good form for hip thrusts, Y/N.” Jungkook teases you, taking his time. When you glare at him instead of laughing at his joke, he gets your message.
“Such an impatient baby,” he tuts, finally pulling down your shorts and panties all at once.
The pet name goes straight to your core and you physically feel a rush of wetness surge out at his words. There was no hiding now.
“So wet…you want my cock that badly, baby?” He hovers over your clit in agonising suspense. As if he doesn’t want you to predict his next move. You can feel his breath hot on your clit, making you clench your hole in anticipation.
“Yes, Kook, please…” You make a snap decision that if he doesn’t bring his face into your pussy in the next second, you’ll just have to use your own fingers to get off.
Jungkook takes one final breath and wishes himself ‘bon appetite’ for his pretty breakfast, inhaling your musky scent before diving head first into your pussy. His mix of kisses and licks leave you breathless with desperate pleas bouncing off your lips. Pleas to keep going. Pleas to never stop.
He heeds them all. 
Playing around your hole, he circles his middle finger for a few laps before pushing in. The lubrication oozing out of you essentially sucks his finger. 
A wanton “fuuuuuck” erupts from your throat. Your walls make room for his finger almost immediately, warming up for what’s yet to come. 
You can’t exactly pinpoint when his ring finger joins his index finger in exploring your insides and stroking that spot. The spot that no man had been able to find for years now. To the point where you thought you might not have it.
Oh, how wrong you were. 
“Just like that, Kook, ahhh,” you didn’t think you’d be this vocal. But then again, that’s probably what resulted in him hearing your whole…ordeal last night.
Almost like he could read your mind, he encourages you, “that’s it baby, let me hear you.”
You could feel the pressure building. Jungkook was relentless. After a particularly harsh thrust of his fingers, your own found purchase within his think, long strands. Your fingernails lightly scraped his scalp and you pulled when something felt particularly good.
You were like Jungkook’s own Ratatouille, teaching him how to pleasure you best.
Your orgasm was fast approaching. You knew that. Jungkook knew that.
It’s when you started getting particularly breathless, he knew you were right on the edge, just one thrust of his fingers away from falling over. Just one suck of your clit away from erupting all over.
So, he denies you that pleasure. That asshole!
“Why did you stop?!” You’re panting so hard, face contorted in annoyance when Jungkook’s head pops up into view. His mouth is slick with your wetness and he doesn’t even bother wiping it off as he comes up to kiss you.
“Because, I’ve got something better for you, baby.” It’s then that you feel his rock hard length on your thighs.
Shit, he’s bigger than you imagined. Now, all you need is visual confirmation.
He stands up, disposing of his shorts and boxers before giving himself a few pumps.
His angry red tip was screaming loudly for being neglected this whole time; the beads of precum speaking volumes about his state.
You have to actually wipe your mouth this time in case you’re drooling on your expensive sofa. Your mouth also ironically feels dry for being open for way too long, just staring. 
“You just gonna stand there or make use of that huge dick?” Impatience brings out the sass in you. 
“Hold on,” he drops to his shorts pocket, whipping out his wallet and then a condom from it. On any other day you would let the guy put on his own condom but the sight in front of you was too sweet to not touch.
You beckon him with your index finger, a smirk on your lips and he knows exactly what your plan is. He lets you roll on the condom, simultaneously getting a feel of his thickness. 
You could swear you saw it twitch when you squeezed it experimentally. 
Jungkook wastes no time in taking his place on top of you again. Lubricating his shaft with your slick, he pushes in inch by thick inch. 
The stretch is delectable, your walls welcoming him home. You have no idea who moans louder, you or him. He pauses midway, giving you time to adjust but you don’t want that. You just want him balls deep. 
So, you wrap your legs around him and dig your heels into his ass. He gets the message. And he delivers.
You instinctively start to move your hips when you notice he’s completely stilled.
“Y/N, stop, I’ll cum too soon,” he winces, holding you down by the hips. 
“Better than not cumming at all…” you tease him, referring to your predicament a few minutes earlier.
“Oh, I’ll make you cum,” he promises, “so hard that you’ll forget anyone else you brought back here.”
With that, his one hand pins both your wrists above your head and the other rubs circles on your clit as he ditches any restraint. Jungkook pounds into you ruthlessly, egged on by your moans that are only getting louder by the second.
He can feel the vice grip your walls have on him, making it impossible to move. He pushes through, abusing your nerves, stroking that spot again and again. 
Until you burst. Your orgasm doesn’t knock on the door and wait for you to open it. It barges in, unannounced. It takes over your whole being as you feel your entire body lock up and shake. 
Seeing your eyes tightly squeezed shut and the way you can only chant his name repeatedly, Jungkook loses it. He’s quick to follow, stilling as deep as he can before emptying his seed into the condom. 
More than a few beads of sweat roll down his temples as he gives you a satisfied smirk, before pulling out and carefully disposing of the condom. 
“Fuck, is that what I’ve been missing out on? When do I get that again?” You can’t help but let the words slip out. 
“This was just breakfast, baby. We still have dessert left.” Jungkook winks at you, his gaze promising more than his words ever could.
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taeghi · 8 months ago
☆ the hates everyone except you trope | park jay
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"hey! focus on the assignment!" "well stop being so fucking pretty and i might be able to!"
pairing : badboy!jay x good girl! reader
summary : being the smartest one in your whole year had its perks, but it meaning that you would have to tutor the students that were behind in class was definitely the ultimate con- except for it allowing you to get to know the school’s bad boy in a way no one else has before.
word count : 27,994
includes smut, angst, fluff.
use of drugs and alchohol.
minors DNI
☆read the other volumes?
taglist : @srirachibi @ryu-naa @blank-velvet @hoonstrology @person-standing @yuakagi @moasworld @rein-deer-stuffs @ily-cuz-i @lix-freckle3 @leeis @turnipsandflowerss @hoewithnojams @liliansun @melaninjhs @sunshine-skz @andromedawillburryyou @shynypeacekitten @violevantae @rpkth @hime98 @fvryang @j4yluvr @heelariously @fireflies997 @rikipediaa @yuakagi @person-standing @blank-velvet @ryu-naa @srirachibi (sorry if i forgot anyone lol)
growing up in a small town and then moving to the capital city for your first year of high school is and never will be easy.
your entire family had been born and grew up in your small hometown themselves. it was a town where everyone knew everyone. you had grown to become comfortable in your small town. there wasn't much going on, it was basically silent.
and you loved the silence.
though, you dreamed of moving far away from your small, quiet town once you graduated high school- and you never wanted to return.
you didn't want to be like everyone else in the world, it was one of your biggest fears. you couldn't bear the thought of being like someone else, which was hard since everyone in your town thought the same, dressed the same, talked the same and so on.
besides your fear of being like everyone else, you had a fear of burning out in life.
you had always been intelligent.
you got grades that were so high that colleges had been looking into accepting you even before you had graduated. your teachers were always impressed with you, even giving you assignments that were extremely advanced for someone your age to complete.
your obvious intelligence had made your parents extremely hard on you. always pushing you to study and to get your assignments done on time so that you could go far in life. your parents didn't have the luck of being as smart as you, so when they found out that somehow the two of them had made a genius child- their minds went haywire.
your parents didn't want you to end up like them when you were older. so, they gave you strict rules, a strict curfew, and a strict schedule that you had to follow.
on some days, you didn't mind your routine. you found comfort in it.
but other days, you wanted to pull your hair out as you heard kids your age laughing down the street on a nice spring day- probably making amazing childhood memories that they could tell their kids about one day. you on the other hand had no memories that you could share.
what would you even tell your kids? oh, i sat inside for years with my head in a textbook and stress circulating my entire being so that i could please my parents and make a name for myself in this life.
yeah, really fun.
since your parents really wanted you to live a life that they didn't and would never have, they decided to move to the capital city - seoul - for your first year of high school.
you were excited but so scared at the same time. you got to get away from the small town you had always lived in where you knew everyone and everything. to a place where you knew no one and nothing.
to say that your first year of high school was awful would be an understatement.
your first year of high school was horrendous.
it was like you were invisible to everyone- except to yoon seeun.
"hi!" the girl sat down across the cafeteria table from you.
"um, hi?" you answered with a confused tone, you looked around the busy cafeteria, trying to see if anyone had sent this girl over to sit with you as a prank. no one had sat with you for the first week of high school, you tried to sit with other tables but you got kicked out of all of them as they were apparently 'someone else's.
"what're you looking for?" the girl asked amused as she watched you scan your surroundings.
"just- did someone tell you to sit with me? because you don't have to! i'm fine b-" you started, embarrassment filling you as you explained yourself.
"what? no!" she laughed, "i wanted to sit with you."
"i'm yoon seeun." she introduced herself. you looked at her fully as she said her name. she had a rounder face, and pretty big eyes. she had a pretty mole right above her left eye that seemed to match her beauty.
"i'm y/l/n y/n." you introduced yourself as well.
"i know," seeun shrugged, pulling backpack around herself so she could open it, "you sit in front of me in math."
"oh, i'm so sorry. i haven't really learnt everyone's names yet."
"that's okay!" seeun smiled, "what elementary school did you go to?"
"um, i moved here from seungju, so i don't know if you'd know it."
"where the hell is seungju?"
"it's like, really south and really small!"
"how small?"
"like, the population is around two thousand."
"my god! what're you doing here?" seeun screeched, making you laugh at her shocked expression. "there are more than two thousand students just in our grade!"
"my parents wanted a better education for me." you shrugged measly.
"so you really don't know anything about this place then."
"yeah, pretty much. but i think after a week i've been slowly catching on to the cliques going on."
"oh. so you must know the queen sieun." seeun rolled her eyes with a frown.
"no, who's that?"
"she's a brat and she basically runs the whole city. she's in our grade." seeun explained, turning around and nudging her chin towards a table at the far corner of the room. "she's the really pretty one with the light orange hair."
you easily spotted the orange-haired girl from across the room. it seemed like everyone in the cafeteria was staring at her, though she was oblivious to it. she sat with other really pretty girls that didn't seem to match her beauty.
"her dad is park namjung, that famous singer from the 80s."
"holy shit! my mom use to love him!"
"yeah yeah. well, his fame has gone to her head and apparently, everyone else's at this school."
"she's really like that?"
"yeah, believe me, i used to be friends with her."
"no way. what happened?"
seeun shrugged, "everyone found out who her dad was last year and it just totally changed her. she got popular and pretty and i didn't know you know, we stopped being friends."
"you're pretty what're you talking about!" you interjected, shaking your head at her.
"yeah, but not pretty enough to sit at that table." seeun rolled her eyes with a huff.
"who cares, you're pretty in your own damn way, you don't need to look like anybody else."
seeun smiled at your words. she's really needed to hear some positives about her appearance since she's been pushed into the background of sieun's life movie. "thank you."
"no problem."
"now," seeun pulled out a textbook from her bag, "you don't happen to be good at math, do you? because the assignment that's due next period really needs to be done."
"yeah i can help you! i'm kinda smart."
"really!" you nodded in response to her with a shy smile. "good, we need a smart person around here." seeun flipped through the book, making you laugh at her insult.
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seeun and you became close friends quickly. she taught you about everyone in your school and all the drama that you missed out on while living in "some small hick town" as seeun referred it to. she had introduced you to some of her friends, but you didn't really 'click' with them as well as you did with seeun.
your first month at high school was made better because of her.
though, you didn't really understand how much importance that seeun put on the importance of reputation, you didn't really care. you thought it was funny that seeun knew everything about everyone and it reminded you of your hometown. seeun didn't notice how little popularity meant to you, she was just glad that she had someone to listen to her- and you were happy to.
after the first month- you had figured that you had heard everything about everyone from seeun. until an unfamiliar boy walked into the cafeteria.
seeun and you were sitting at 'your table' (yes you even had your own table now) in the cafeteria. the boy wore all black with black combat boots that matched his black hair. his jaw was sharp like all his other features. his lips were pulled down into a subtle frown that made you wonder just how pretty he could be if he smiled. he looked like he came straight out of shitty wattpad fanfic.
"who's that?" you tilted your head to the side where the boy was talking to the usual overly happy lunch lady who now adorned her own frown as she looked up at him.
seeun looked towards the direction, "that's park jay."
"park jay?" you repeated almost absentmindedly as you continued to watch him buy a granola bar.
"yeah, park jongsung, but he likes to go by jay."
"i've never seen him before."
seeun scoffed with a laugh, "yeah because he basically never comes. if he does come then he's either high, drunk or both."
"who does he hang out with?"
"just a bunch of misfits that you wouldn't know either. they hate everyone except for each other."
you watched park jay leave the lunch lady with a granola bar in his hand. a teasing smirk on his face as he walked past sieun and her group's table, his fingers waved mockingly at sieun as she rolled her eyes in disgust at him. he pushed the cafeteria doors open with his back, his smirk never leaving his face as he internally laughed at sieun until he disappeared into the hallway.
park jay didn't seem to be like any of the other boys at your school- especially with the way he acts toward park sieun. he doesn't drop to his knees from her beauty when he sees her.
"what're you thinking about?" seeun asked you as your brain became intoxicated with thoughts of park jay.
you shrugged, "nothing."
"it better not be about park jay."
"it's not!" you defended yourself quickly, avoiding eye contact with your friend as you pretended to read your textbook.
"good, he's a trouble maker, you don't want to get caught up with him."
"what do you mean by trouble maker?"
"mm," seeun thought out loud for a moment, "he parties a lot, does drugs a lot, commits stupid crimes with his friends and has probably slept with half the girl student population in seoul."
you imagined park jay in the scenes that seeun described to you about him. your brain going haywire as you thought about him lazily smoking a cigarette with loud music and girls surrounding him.
"has he always been like that?" you asked seeun curiously.
"no, he used to be nice until last year. he comes from a good family." you nodded at seeun's words, your eyes zoning out on the cafeteria doors where park jay last stood. "why do you wanna know?"
you looked at seeun with a sheepish smile, "just wondering."
seeun shrugged and went back to finishing her lunch, letting you go back to studying.
but it was so hard to study with park jay intruding on every thought.
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throughout your years at high school, you had a few classes with park jay. it became a game just for you about how many times he would come to class that month. sometimes he'd come three times a week, other times you wouldn't see him for almost two weeks. your teachers always reprimanded him, but he never seemed to care. his usual tired and faded gaze never indicated anything else.
you always sat in the back of the class, too shy to sit anywhere else. it gave you the opportunity to people-watch the others in your classes. though, there was never really anyone that interesting to watch- besides park jay.
jay had changed drastically from year 9 to year 10. he grew taller, got piercings and a few small tattoos covered his arm. his academic intelligence stayed the same though. barely showing up for school, winging tests that he'd be nowhere even close to passing anyways.
you were sure that you were just as invisible to park jay as you were to everyone else in your school. you people watched- but people never watched you.
you told yourself that you liked it that way- but you felt so misunderstood at the same time. and you loved yoon seeun, but even sometimes you'd feel lonely as you sat beside her.
in year 10, you felt sweat drip down your back as you sped and walked to your class, hoping to not be late. your binder was messily open as you tried to organize all your essays and assignments. a hard thud into your front made the mess even bigger as your papers flew all over the ground. little chuckles and gasps surrounding you in the hallway from the other students.
you dropped down to your knees in a hurry to pick it all up, paying no attention to what or who you had bumped into until you noticed the still, black, combat boot standing right in the middle of your essay.
you glanced up and met the tired and faded gaze of park jay that you had only seen from afar before. he wore the usual serious expression on his face as he looked down at your chaotic and nervous figure.
"what?" he asked you with a tilt of his head.
"you're standing on my essay."
jay's eyes glanced down at his feet, and in fact, he was standing right on the pieces of paper. quickly, almost too out of character for him, he lifted his heavy boot, watching you slip the papers out.
you stood up and still had to tilt your head upwards to look at him, a sheepish smile on your face, "um, thanks." you move around him, almost bolting away from him so you could get to class on time. you felt your ears turning pink out of embarrassment. of course, you had to bump into park jay.
jay never let the memory of you murmuring a 'thanks' to him fade. when he did go to school, he'd always try to catch a glimpse of you in the hallway. he'd smile internally when he did. you always seemed to be so busy. so stressed out from school. always so of him. but it was so mentally draining to pretend to be someone else.
jay really did have no idea who you were, but you were different and cute and he liked it.
jay was tired of seoul and everyone in it. he hated the stereotypes, the cliques, the shitty music that everyone was told to like. he tried to be like everyone else during his elementary school years. he wanted to please his parents and for them to be proud of him. but it was so mentally draining to pretend to be someone else.
he hated how everyone thought they knew everything about him and everyone else. because it wasn't him- and it really pissed him off that it was what everyone thought.
all it took for him to leave his old facade behind was for lee heeseung to offer him a blunt.
lee heeseung was a year older than jay and he was the coolest person in seoul. (at least that's what jay thinks) heeseung knew how to have fun, how to ignore all the stupid stereotypes and he took jay under his wing. heeseung took some others under his wing too; shin jake, park sunghoon, kim sunoo, yang jungwon and nishimura riki.
they liked to have fun and enjoy life. none of them understood how wasting their youth cramped up studying in their bedrooms was an important use of time. they didn't like following the trends that were set in their generation. they liked to think outside of the box unlike the other robots in your school.
so it made them become misfits- and they didn't care. if anything, it just made them hate everyone else more than how much they hated them.
jay never let the memory of you murmuring a 'thanks' to him fade. when he did go to school, he'd always try to catch a glimpse of you in the hallway. he'd smile internally when he did. you always seemed to be so busy. so stressed out from school. always so good.
it made him think that you were too good for a place as bad as seoul.
you were too good for a person as bad as him.
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of course, although you were basically invisible to the popularity rankings at your school, you still had some sort of reputation. you were smart, and people knew you were smart.
you weren't a teacher's pet, but it was obvious that teachers liked you a bit more than any of the other students. sometimes other students would ask you for help on a certain assignment, which you didn't mind doing, and it would actually help your classmates in the long run. your teachers noticed your small tutoring and wanted to give you some credit for it.
so, your guidance counsellor called you into his office and offered you extra credits if you became a tutor for your school. you told him that you'd think about it, but of course, your parents forced you to do it as it would 'look good on your school transcript' when you graduate.
you spent your final year of high school tutoring some students. some were in your grade, others were below you, and it was fun at first. until your teacher told you that you'd have to tutor park jay a few times a week.
your first instinct when you heard the news was to shout 'no fucking way', but you internally calmed yourself down and smiled.
"are you okay with tutoring him for a bit? his grades are awfully low and he needs to graduate this year." your teacher practically begged you.
you bleat a quick "sure." and your teacher seems more pleased with you than she ever has before.
"great!" your teacher clapped, "i've set it up for you to tutor him every tuesday! how's that sound?"
"perfect." you nodded, anxiety runs up your spine with the word.
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the first tuesday that you were supposed to tutor park jay in the library- he didn't show up.
you sat for an hour after school, waiting for the arrival of the infamous misfit that smoked and drank and committed crimes with his friends for fun.
after ten minutes, you figured that he really wasn't going to show up, you didn't really care. it gave you some time to study for your own tests before you had to go home and study there.
the next tuesday, park jay waltzed into the library with a cocky smirk on his face.
he was about thirty minutes late when your tutoring session was supposed to start- but he showed up.
you heard someone clear their throat from beside the table you were sitting at, distracting you from your history homework. you honestly didn't expect park jay to be standing beside you when you looked up from the textbook. the look on jay's face showed that he wasn't really expecting you either.
when jay was told he wouldn't be able to graduate at the end of the year because his grades were so low, he kept his usual 'i don't give a fuck' expression and attitude on the outside. rolling his eyes when his mother gasped from beside him in the principal's office.
"jongsung!" she hissed to him, utter shock and disappointment filling her voice as his father remained silent on the other side of him.
jay loved his mother.
he thought she was beautiful and caring and thoughtful and everything a good mother needed to be. but she didn't agree with jay and his friends' morals. she insisted that having good grades in school meant everything. when in jay's reality- they certainly didn't.
it took some time for jay's mother to realize jay's heavy decline in school but when she did notice, she wasn't pleased. jay hated that he made her worry every night that he wouldn't be home by the time she had set for him. he hated the look she gave him when she noticed his bloodshot eyes at 3am as he stumbled into the house back from a party. he hated hearing her cry at the kitchen table late at night after yelling at him to go to his room after he regretfully talked back to her.
jay hated the way he was making his mother feel that sometimes it distracted him from how much he hated his father.
although jay hated stupid cliques and stereotypes, he imagined that there were certain groups of people in this world. he imagined that on one end of the long line of groups of people was himself, and on the whole other side that contained the milky way between it, was the group of people his father belonged to.
his father and him had nothing in common.
jay didn't even think they looked the same.
his father worked a lot. he worked from home, he worked at his main office in the middle of seoul and he worked abroad to wherever his company would send him that week. it took his father a lot longer than his mother to realize just how much park jongsung had changed from their 'well-behaved boy' that they 'raised so well'.
jay's father went to the united states during the summer that jay had started hanging out with heeseung. when his father walked through his house's door to greet his family, he felt his stomach sink when he saw his son decked out in all black, raggy clothes and silver jewlery hanging from his neck and ears.
"who the hell is that?" jay remembers his dad speaking out as he stared him down, unable to recognize his 'good' son that he had seen two months ago.
jay smirked to himself as he watched the shocked expression on his dad's face once his mother scolded him for asking such a ridiculous question.
after that day, jay had tried to make that shocked expression on his dad's face at any chance he could get. which was apparently more difficult than expected.
when jay started his second year in high school, he had gotten four tattoos on his left arm overnight from heeseung's older brother: a cartoon sheet ghost, a smiley face with the eyes as x's, a shitty snake that took heeseung maybe three seconds to draw, and a peach that his mother absolutely hated the most.
his mother screeched when he walked in the next morning with black ink and red skin, repeatedly asking him what had he done. jay was laughing as his mother took him over to the kitchen sink and started to scrub at his skin with a sponge. disgust was written on her face as she realized the black drawings were really not coming off.
jay and his mother sat in silence that night, waiting for his father to come home from work and see his 'new decision' as his mother called it.
his father walked in and sighed as he saw the two of them sitting in silence from across the table to each other. "what happened?"
jay stuck out his arm so his father could see the four little drawings on his skin. jay remembers thinking to hold back his laugh once the shocked expression appears on his dad's face.
but the expression never came.
"hm." his father nodded shortly, his lips pulled into a tight, thin line.
"they're permanent." his mother spoke out, she was even surprised at his calm reaction.
"yes, i assumed so." his father walked away from jay's dangling arm, "what's for dinner?" he asked his wife, leaving jay and his mother with the expression he wished his dad would've had.
in his third year of high school, jay still hadn't given up on shocking his dad so, he went over to heeseung's with a bag of (possible) hair bleach that he picked up at the store. he really didn't know if he had picked up the right stuff. but the person on the cover of the box had blonde hair and there were progression pictures of black hair turning blonde on the back, so he bought it.
within six hours (which really took longer than he had expected) he had bright pink hair from the leftover hair dye sunoo had let him have.
"bro, what the fuck have you done?" jake asked amused as he stood beside jay in the mirror, running over to heeseung's house when they told him he needed to come over immediately.
"do you like it?" jay asked, raising his eyebrows up and down teasingly.
"absolutely not." jake laughed, causing him to be pushed into the bathroom counter by jay.
"i think it looks punk." heeseung came into his bathroom suddenly, freshly dyed dark green hair causing jake to stop laughing.
"what the hell," jake stood up straight, "did everyone dye their hair?"
"eh, pretty much." sunghoon said, popping his head in so jake could see his silver hair.
"doesn't he look cool?" sunoo's crescent eyes popped in after, his fingers twirling sunghoon's hair which he had spent all day on.
"what the hell." jake's jaw dropped, looking at all of his friends' hair.
"it was sunoo's salon day!" heeseung smiled, playing with his new hair in the bathroom mirror still. "he did all of our hair."
"even jungwon's and riki's?" jake asked, a pout on his face suddenly.
"nah, i'm doing theirs tomorrow, i already spent all day on these three's hair." sunoo replied, still playing around with sunghoon's hair, trying to style it for him.
"i see," jake nodded, turning around to look at his own plain, black hair in the mirror, "can you do mine tomorrow, too?"
"of course!" sunoo smiled at his older friend.
so on the monday after sunoo's salon weekend, everyone at your high school was shocked as their whole friend group showed up with different colours of hair that seemed to not match them, yet matched them at the same time. they all held back their smiles as they caught everyone's shocked expressions.
it seemed that everyone was shocked about jay's hair- his mother even screamed when he came in the door with it- except for his father who only stole a glance at it before returning back to his 'important' paperwork.
so, when the principal informed his parents that he wouldn't be able to graduate if he kept the grades he had at the moment, he stole a glance at his father- thinking that maybe then his father would hold the shocked expression he only saw once before.
but nothing.
just the same serious- almost bored - expression that he always wore.
"so what can we do?" your mother asked the principal, hoping that there was something that could be done for her son.
so the idea of park jay getting a tutor for the rest of the year was brought up, jay groaned while his mother sighed out of relief and his father remained with the same expression he always adorned.
when you looked up at jay from the ridiculously big textbook, he thought to himself that he must've looked less like his father than ever before with the shocked expression on his face.
he had honestly expected his tutor to be some annoying, nerd guy that would piss him off to the extent of him grabbing the guy's calculator and throwing it at his face. so he had smoked a lot before he needed to be at his 'important' tutor session.
he had smoked so much that he had thought he was literally seeing things when he met your eyes and realized just who it was that would be tutoring him. sure, his vision was kind of out of whack from the amount of weed he and heeseung had just shared in the parking lot but he didn't think he was that high that he'd see a different face on a different body.
"uh, hi?" you spoke up at him, those innocent eyes that he's seen up close only once before bore into him and he realized that maybe smoking before his tutoring session was a mistake- and he's never regretted getting high before.
"hi." jay forced himself to say, his brain beating himself up after hearing it sound so robotic.
so it took you maybe two seconds of analyzing the park jay standing beside you to realize that he was in fact high. he was high while you were supposed to be tutoring him in your school library and the thought had made you very nervous.
sure you had smelt weed before while walking through the hallways at school sometimes. but you've never seen it- or seen any drugs in fact before. you've never been high or drunk before or even been around anyone that's been high or drunk before.
so now park jay is very high standing beside you and you wanted to run away in case a teacher comes by and sees him- taking you with him since you're supposed to be tutoring him.
"you're y/n?" jay asked you, surprising even himself that he sounded normal now.
"yeah, i'm your tutor," you responded meekly, wanting to hit yourself with your introduction and with the way jay was now smirking down at you. you've spoken to park jay for maybe three sentences now and you're already sounding like the nerd everyone thinks you are.
you hear jay chuckle deeply before moving to sit down in the chair beside you. the smell of weed follows him and surrounds you as he sits. his bag swinging onto the table almost makes your eyes bulge out of your head when the weed smell intensifies and the thought of literal drugs being less than a meter away from you.
"um, do you want to start tutoring next tuesday instead?" you force yourself to smile at the all-adorned black-clothed boy, avoiding eye contact.
"why not today?" jay asks, seeing that you can barely look in his direction.
"w-well, there's only twenty-five minutes left now and you're, um, you're...." you trail off, not wanting to embarrass yourself.
jay smirks at your quiet voice, thinking about how shy you truly are. "i'm what? say it."
"you're... high." you finish, your head looking straight down at your hands twiddling your fingers in your lap.
it's silent for a moment between you and jay park and you're sure that you've offended him until he bursts out laughing. you turn your head to look at the laughing boy, unsure of what to do. if you weren't so nervous then you probably would be laughing too at the sight of pure enjoyment on his face as he swings his head back and laughs out into the library.
you see other students around turn and glare at the direction of the noise, but ultimately turn around quietly when they see who's the loud person.
"w-what?" you ask him, a small smile on your lips.
jay stops laughing and looks at you intently. he thinks to himself that it's weird to see you this close up for this long of an amount of time. it gives him time to take in your cute presence and to become aware of how odd you two must look sitting beside each other. you're wearing light colours and your hair is done so neatly while he's wearing all black and he can't remember the last time he's actually ever styled his hair. "have you ever been high before, y/n?"
your shoulders tense more at the volume of his voice, not believing that you're talking about being high with park jay in your school's library. "no." you squeak out embarrassingly. apparently embarrassing yourself in front of jay is the only thing you can do around him.
jay's not surprised at your answer, it's the only answer he was expecting. but it still doesn't get rid of the smirk that's on his face as he scans your rosy cheeks and red-from-biting plump lips. "do you wanna get high today?" you almost jump up from shock at his question, "with me?" he continues and then you almost faint. park jay just asked if you wanna get high with him.
"uh," you started out, not knowing how to answer him. luckily, he starts laughing again, allowing you to think of an answer.
"it's okay, y/n, i'm just kidding. i know a girl like you wouldn't get high with a guy like me." jay starts to put his binder into his bag as he gets ready to leave, letting you sit in silence for a moment trying to process his sentence.
"what does that mean?" you turn your head and look him dead in the eyes now, surprising him. the sudden confidence that he doesn't know if you're pretending to have or if you really have it and he's just a clueless idiot. all he knows is that the way your pretty eyes are staring into his is making his heart feel weird but maybe that's just from the weed.
"i mean, you're so good that it's like a halo is literally hovering above your head. and me," jay shakes his head as he swings his bag over his shoulder, "i don't think I've ever had a halo in my life."
you still sit as jay gets up and walks around you to leave, "do you want to have a halo?" you ask him, not being able to stop your curiosity.
jay almost laughs as he turns around and stares down at your innocent little figure once again. he puts his hand down on the table beside you, holding himself up as he leans down towards you, "i think it's too late for me to have a halo, y/n."
and then jay decides that you really do have a lot of confidence because the way you speak to him next is filled with so much power it makes him think that everything he's ever thought about you is wrong, "then come to your tutoring session next week on time and not high and we can see if it's too late or not."
jay stands up straight at your statement, his notorious smirk spreading across his face as a smirk spreads across your own. "fine," he agrees, "i'll be on time next week and not high." he takes a few steps back still facing you.
"and not drunk either." you point out, making his smirk drop for a second before reappearing again.
"okay, smartass. i'll see you next week." jay rolls his eyes with a teasing smile and walks out of the library- probably to heeseung's house where he and the rest of them can smoke some more.
you've been called smart countless times before that it's gotten to the point where it means nothing to you. but you've never been called a smart ass. and it makes you almost laugh out loud to yourself because it's seemed to bring a whole new meaning of smart to you and you don't think anyone would've ever called you it besides park jay and it that just makes it even funnier to you.
so then, you and park jay spend the rest of the week excited for your next tutoring session.
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you only saw jay once during the week until your (hopefully) proper tutor session.
though, it's not like you were looking for him as you zoomed through the other students in the hallways as you walked to your other classes. seeun kept asking you about how tutoring park jay went but, you didn't exactly tell her that he showed up insanely high.
you loved yoon seeun. you really did.
but she was a snitch.
you knew that if you told her that park jay could barely see you last week- to the point where you could just feel him staring at you when you weren't looking- that she would tell your teacher. because although you were considered a 'goody two shoes you weren't the kind to go into other peoples' business like seeun. but that was just her. she liked knowing drama about everyone and she cared so much about you that if she found out you were around jay while he was high- that she would do something to protect you.
because yoon seeun loved you. she really did.
so why would she want you to be around a literal delinquent like park jay?
"if he does anything to you y/n, seriously, you need to tell me, his sexual history is so long!" seeun warns you as she takes a bite into her sandwich.
you smile at her, "yes, seeun, i understand, but it's been fine. he sits and listens and i sit and tutor that's it." you lie through your teeth but you know it's for the best.
jay walks into the cafeteria with his other misfit friends, his head turning to the table where he's seen you and seeun sit before almost out of instinct. so when you're there, your front faced towards the doors so he could see you. a pink headband in your hair to simply get your hair out of your face but makes jay think just how cute it looks on you.
"who're you looking at?" sunghoon asks from beside him as they all wait in the food line.
"what do you mean?" jay asks with his eyebrows furrowed at his silver-haired friend.
"well i know jake is looking at park sieun," sunghoon points over his shoulder to where jake stood with hungry eyes as he stared directly at the popular girl, "so who are you looking at?"
"im sorry but sieun's just so HOT." jake almost says painfully as he turns around to enter the conversation with jay and sunghoon.
jay makes a sound of disgust as the words 'hot' and 'sieun' are put into the same sentence. "bro, shut up, you're gonna make me not hungry." jay jokes, turning around and looking at the shitty food options of the day.
"how do you not find her hot? sunghoon man," jake taps sunghoon's shoulder as a form of agreeance, "you think sieun is hot, right?"
sunghoon shrugs in response, "she's okay."
"what?!" jake's eyes almost pop out of his head, "i think she's the hottest thing i've ever seen."
"bro i told you to shut up or i'm gonna be sick!" jay protests again, thoughts of the annoying girl popping into his head made his head hurt.
"i wanna know who jay thinks is hot." sunghoon nods towards him with a smirk on his face.
"i don't think anyone's hot." jay shakes his head, "at least not here."
"really? then who were you looking at?"
"what makes you think that just because i was looking in a certain direction that i think someone is hot?"
"because you don't look in any certain direction besides at us while you're here- you hate everyone here." sunghoon says with an obvious tone.
"ou," jake points at sunghoon as he agrees with his point, "jay does think someone is hot. who?" jake smiles evilly at his friend.
jay sighs, "she's over there in the corner." he tilts his head to the direction where you are sitting. instantly his two friends turn and are so obviously looking for someone that is almost embarrassing jay.
"the girl with the pink headband?" sunghoon asks, letting jay nod.
"bro she is so not your type and she would so not be into you." jake shakes his head in shock at you.
jay feels his fists clench at his sides, "yeah? and who'd you think she'd be into? a guy like you?" jay gestures to jake's chains dangling from his jeans and red and black hair. jake only rolls his eyes in response before looking over at you again.
"i agree that she's not your type. she's too cute and too pure." sunghoon nods, imagining that there are butterflies flying around you as you talk to your friend. for some reason sunghoon's comment really pisses jay off. he doesn't like the fact that other guys can see how truly cute and innocent you are.
"actually, she is kinda hot," jake speaks after further analyzing you, making jay snap his head towards his friend, "but in an 'i really want to ruin you' type way because you know she's never been touched before. god that's actually so ho-" jake's sudden fantasy gets cut off with jay storming off, pushing past his friends. "bro, what's wrong?" jake called after him.
"i told you that if you didn't shut up i wouldn't feel good!" jay yelled back, not caring that the other people in the cafeteria were looking at him as he slammed open the cafeteria doors. and he really didn't feel good. he didn't know what it was about jake talking so dirty about you that made him want to throw up. he's heard jake say dirtier things about other girls before and jay didn't even bat an eye at it. but since it was about you- it was different. and it was a type of difference that made him feel sick.
sunghoon and jake looked at each other once their friend was out of sight, only smirking and shrugging before telling the lunch lady what they wanted to eat.
"does he always have to cause a scene?" seeun rolled her eyes as she turned back towards you, jay storming out caught the eyes of everyone else as well.
you frowned as you watched his combat boots hit the cafeteria floor and push the doors open with force so suddenly until he was gone. you wondered what had gotten the boy so angry so quick as you noticed his other friends still standing in the lunch line.
though you were curious about it, you didn't ask him what it was about the next day when he came into the library, smirking at you as soon as he opened the doors and started making his way towards the table you were sitting at- five minutes early.
jay stood beside where you sat again, looking down at you, "hi y/n."
"hi, jay." it was awkward for a moment before he sat down, throwing his bag on the table again as he pulled out his school supplies. and this time, you didn't smell any weed and his eyes weren't bloodshot. there was no strong scent of liquor either.
when jay got his supplies ready, he sat and looked at you, an eyebrow quirked up at your suspicious expression as you looked at him.
"well." jay shook his head as if he was ready for something.
"well, what?" you asked confused.
jay sighed as he sat back in his chair, "aren't you gonna ask me if i'm high or drunk?"
you almost smiled at him, "jay, did you smoke or drink?"
"nope!" jay popped the 'p' sound as he really did smile at you.
"really?" you asked suspiciously at the delinquent boy.
"well," jay trailed off, making your heart sink for a second, "i smoked a cigarette but that was it!" jay almost laughed as he looked at your disgusted face. "what?"
"i think it'd be better for your health if you did smoke weed." you rolled your eyes, pulling out your own textbook to prepare to tutor him.
"what does that mean? you were the one who was saying 'blah blah halo blah blah don't get high' last week." jay mimicked your voice.
"yeah but at least weed doesn't give you lung or tongue cancer," you stated the facts.
"i'm not gonna get lung or tongue cancer." jay mused, picking up his pencil as you passed him a piece of paper.
"you will if you keep smoking cigarettes."
"so you want me to start showing up to our tutor sessions high?"
"no, i-!"
"well then i'm gonna keep smoking cigarettes."
you huffed at him, taking a deep breath before looking at him, "turn to page 34, please." you gestured to his closed textbook.
jay smirked to himself when you weren't looking, knowing that you tutoring him wasn't going to be as bad as he thought.
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after three weeks of 'properly' tutoring park jay- you could tell that he was done with it. he was bored and he wasn't trying and he was making it really hard for you.
"jay, at least look at the paper." you grabbed his attention from his staring aimlessly at the wall.
"i can't." he groaned, sitting up and looking at you. "all you do is ask me questions that i don't know the answers to and i don't even care about the answers." you sighed as you put your pencil down beside his that he hasn't even touched.
"well, i think it'd be better if you did care, because you need to graduate this year, right?"
"it doesn't matter if i graduate or not."
"yes, it does, jay."
"and why does it matter?" jay leaned over his elbow to look at you. the look in his eyes making you look away from him. it had been four weeks that you had been tutoring jay and you still couldn't look him in the eyes.
"w-well, because i-i thought you wanted to see if you could get a, um a halo," you speak quietly, almost embarrassed by your choice of how to persuade this boy to study and pay attention.
"do you think i could ever get a halo?" jay asks you, and his tone is serious compared to all the other times he speaks to you in a flirty or teasing tone.
"yes." you nod sternly, glancing at him briefly before looking down at your lap again. jay smirks at how cute you are, too cute and too good for him. but the way that you think he could become good is so naive of you that not even himself believes it. there's no way he could become as good as you. even his parents have no faith. he thinks that if he asks his parents if he could ever get a halo they would laugh in his face- but you sound so sure he could that it makes him want to believe you.
"have you heard anything about me, y/n?" jay sits back in his chair with his smirk, "because if you have then i don't think you'd think that."
"yeah, i've heard a few things." you nod quietly, thinking back to everything that seeun has told you in the past.
"like what?" jay asks in the teasing tone that you've become used to.
"that- that," you sit up in your chair as you prepare to speak, "you party a lot, and you do drugs and drink and y-you..."
"i what?"
"you have sex a lot."
jay feels his cock twitch as you say the word. it doesn't sound right as it comes out of your mouth but you turn him on at the same time. your sentence is also a painful reminder that he really would be no good for you.
"hm." jay hums as you feel the heat on your cheeks, wondering if you had offended him now. "can i tell you what i've heard about you?"
"sure." your heart picks up its pace, anxious to know what others say about you. anxious to know what park jay thinks about you.
"i've heard that you're some sort of genius, and that you don't go to parties-ever- and that you're an innocent, little, goody-two-shoes."
you weren't surprised at jay's statement but you were thoroughly upset that you knew that jay knew that you were something close to a loser. it upset you but you had no idea as to why. why should you care that you're an innocent loser and jay is so popular and hot? oh.
"im guessing by that look on your face that everything i heard is true." jay broke your train of thought. you could only glance at him briefly before returning to your textbook, unsure of what to say to get him to think you weren't some loser. "how about you come to a party this weekend?"
your jaw drops as you look up at him, "n-no, i can't."
"and why not? you're the one who seemed so upset when i told you what people are saying about you."
"well, because i can't! i may not like what people say about me, but i can't do anything about it."
"sure you can, come to a party this weekend with me."
you quirk an eyebrow up at his suggestion, "with you?" jay nods with a smirk. "don't you have a test on monday that you need to study for?" jay's smirk drops.
"yeah, so?"
"so you should study for it if you want to graduate this year."
jay rolls his eyes and sits back in his chair, "how about this, i won't go to the party friday night if you come over instead."
you felt the wind knock out of your chest, "and why would i come to your house?"
jay's stupid smirk returns to his face at your red cheeks, "so we could study, obviously."
"i- jay. you should be able to study on your own."
"then what's the point of having a cute tutor?"
there was a silence between you as you both processed jay's question. there was just no way that park jay just called you cute. and jay was preparing to punch himself with the way he so carelessly told you what he's been thinking about you for years. it felt like both of you were dreaming.
jay opened his mouth about to apologize for making you feel uncomfortable until you spoke first, "fine, i'll come to your house, but to study. and to only study." you gave the dressed-in-all-black boy a serious look as he tried to hold back the small smile creeping onto his face.
"of course, what else would we do?" jay sat back in his chair again, never trying so hard to be cool in his entire life before.
you rolled your eyes at the boy before shoving another study assignment towards him, making a groan leave his mouth.
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park jay texting you his address on a random saturday afternoon was something you never thought would happen.
but walking up to a gigantic mansion that park jay apparently lived in was a dream.
the house was so pretty that it really made you feel like you didn't even deserve to set a foot on the property. but you forced yourself up the pretty porch stairs and knocked on the pretty door. you weren't really shocked when a pretty woman opened the door- expecting someone as pretty as her to own a house as pretty as this one.
"hi there, you must be jay's tutor." she smiled with a tilt of her head as she looked you up and down.
"mom!" you heard a familiar voice groan from behind her.
"oh sorry," the woman- jay's mom-, turned and let you come, "i guess im not used to jay having a tutor i-"
"mom!" jay groaned again, making his mom laugh as she closed the door behind you.
you turned and looked at where jay stood on the bottom step of a staircase that twirled around upwards towards the second floor. his upper half looked like how it usually did. an oversized black, band t-shirt and silver jewlery adorning his neck and ears. but you were taken aback by the grey sweatpants he wore. sure it was a casual thing to wear- but jay usually stuck to a strict black jeans or black ripped jeans attire at school.
"sorry!" you heard his mother laugh out from beside you as you tried to peel your eyes away from jay's so casual yet so jay chose of clothing. "i'm miyoung, jay's mother. and you're y/n, right?" jay's mother's smile was so intimidatingly pretty that you couldn't help but smile back. you've known this woman for a minute and you could already tell just how different she was from jay.
"yes, nice to meet you." you bowed politely to the older woman. she bowed back to you, offering to take your jacket for you before letting jay basically usher you away upstairs.
miyoung wouldn't be over exaggerating when she said she was nervous for a girl like you to be alone with a boy like her son. even she could tell that you were just too good to be around a boy as, and as much as she hated to say it, as bad as jay.
"i'm sorry about that." jay said as you followed him through a long, white hallway that had family portraits hung on the walls, along with what seemed to be very expensive paintings. there were doors that led to all different kinds of rooms and two other hallways beside the one that jay led you down on the second floor.
"about what?"
"about, you know, my mom." jay rolled his eyes as he turned to you, opening a door on the left side of the hallway for you to enter.
you chuckled at his answer, "it's fine, she's so sweet." you looked at him as you passed him to enter the room first. and you were nervous before you even arrived at jay's house, but you were even more nervous once you realized that you were in his bedroom.
"yeah, well she can a lot sometimes." you heard jay speak from behind you as he entered himself after you.
you stood in the entranceway of his room as he moved around you and towards a desk that looked barely used, only having a textbook on top of it. the rest of his room looked like a normal teenager boy's room: a slightly messy made bed with a grey duvet and black headboard. there were some shelves with some pictures and trophies on them, and a simple black tv across the wall from the bed.
"you can sit on my bed if you want." jay spoke to you, sitting down in his desk chair. you nod to him and move to sit on his bed, facing him at his desk that's in front of you. he almost laughs with the way you're sitting so awkwardly on his bed. "should we just start?"
"uh, sure." you nod, pulling out your own textbook from your bag.
"y/n," jay calls your name, making you halt your actions and look over at him, "if you're gonna be this awkward the entire time then you don't have to stay if you don't want to."
"i-i'm not being awkward." you stutter, trying to prove a point that doesn't exist.
jay scoffs, "it's okay. i guess we don't know each other that well and you're sitting on my bed so." jay points at the mattress under you, making you try to not shift awkwardly on it as you couldn't stop thinking about it as well.
"w-well, how about we get to know each other." your boldness shocks the both of you in his boyish bedroom.
"y/l/n y/n wants to get to know me?" jay smirks as he leans over his textbook to look at you.
"well, it's just so we can study, and you can graduate." jay sighs at your answer, it's so obvious that that's the only reason he's got you on his bed and it will remain the only reason.
"right, what do you want to know?"
"mm," you wonder out loud, looking around his room before settling on the obvious, "what do your parents do for work?"
jay smirks at your question, "my dad is some big-time ceo for some travel agency and my mom's a teacher." oh, that explains the big house. "how long have you been going to our high school."
his question makes you laugh out loud, making him smile at the sound of your laugh. he's never heard you laugh like this since you've been tutoring him for the past month and a half.
"i've been going there since the first day of freshman year." you shake your head at him, his question just proving that you really live up to your apparent reputation.
"oh," jay nodded, "i remember seeing you in year 10. i just never saw you in year 9, i like never went that year."
"you saw me in year 10?" you ask him, your heart racing at his words.
"yeah, that time i stood on your essay because you bumped into me."
"you remember that?" you ask with a smile on your face, surprised that he would remember such a small encounter.
"yeah! i was high out of my mind but that was the first time i saw you so, like of course i'd remember." his words make you look away from him, and you bite your lip in order to hide your smile and blushed cheeks.
you glance over at his busy shelves that hold pictures from when he was younger, to pictures of his friends and to trophies that look like they haven't been touched in years and you asked him more questions about his life, and you would struggle with answers for his.
"why don't you answer straightforwardly." jay spun around slightly in his chair, a smile through his frustration.
"i'm sorry!" you laughed at him, "i just, i find it hard to open up i guess." jay nods at your answer, ", especially to guys who i'm supposed to be tutoring."
"hey!" jay called out, "i mean, we don't have to study, we could-"
"we're studying!" you interrupted him, picking his textbook off of his carpeted floor and tossing it gently into his lap. "page 234."
jay sighed, but opened his textbook, telling himself to get through this afternoon with his head in his book.
and jay really did study. it was the most you've ever seen him interact with his textbook and pencil. he'd ask you questions if he didn't understand. he took his time answering the questions and really thinking of the answers. you figured that it was probably because he was home where he felt like he could be himself. there weren't a thousand kids all staring at him like he was some crazed criminal that would turn on them in a second. he wasn't surrounded by people he hated.
he was with you, who looked too pure to be sitting on his grey duvet, and his mother was humming a song downstairs that was barely audible, but when it got silent as he worked on a question you'd be able to hear it. even with the words, he was struggling to put together and his mother's humming he found it hard to ignore the fact that your pretty thighs were exposed to him on his bed. the way they contrasted with his old duvet didn't make sense to him and he figured next time you'd come he'd get his mother to put a new, nicer one on that suit you more.
your parents started to text you to come home around dinner time, the two of you feeling proud of how much jay had actually studied and learnt that day. as he walked you down to the front door of his house, his chest was filled with a tightness he's never felt before. and you waved to his mom as you started to go down his pretty porch steps from his pretty house.
"y/n." jay called out to you from his doorway.
"nothing." jay shrugged suddenly finding words to say was hard.
you smiled sweetly at him, "good luck on your test, jay."
jay only smiled back at you, before stepping back into his house and closing the door, your figure disappearing from his sight.
"she seems like a good girl." he hears his mother say from behind him.
"yeah, because she is." jay nods, too good. and it makes him think that even though he's seemingly understanding how math works now, it makes him think that if he gets too good at math that he won't be able to see you anymore. because there will be no way in hell a good girl like you would hang out with a boy like him.
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the next tuesday tutor session between you and jay started when he slammed down his test in front of you on the table.
the loud bang disturbed every other student in the library but jay of course didn't seem to care as you looked up at him and he held the greatest smirk you had ever seen him wear.
"seventy.nine.percent." is all he said to you as he looked down into your eyes.
"seventy-nine?" you yelled out, disturbing others, but unlike jay you did care, mumbling a sorry to the other students who gave you dirty looks and whispered to jay for him to sit down. "seventy-nine?" you whisper shouted to him, excited that he maybe was failing that much anymore.
"seventy-nine!" jay said nodded, that stupid smirk on his face still.
and then you saw it.
the piece of metal that was now wrapped around jay's bottom lip.
the cool silver of the ring securely clung to his rosy, plump lip.
"uh, g-good job," you muttered out, trying to congratulate him on his high mark but too distracted by the new jewlery that he adorned.
"Thanks." he smiled at the way you couldn't stop staring at his lips. "is there anything you want to ask me?" jay teased you, pouting out his bottom lip, rebutting your inner thought of it being a fake piercing.
"yeah uh, when did you get that?" you asked him, touching your own bottom lip as to where his was on his own lips.
"yesterday." jay shrugged, his tongue running over the metal, making your eyes follow it.
"what made you decide to get it?" you asked curiously, your mind just racing with thoughts and questions about it.
"my mom said she'd disown me if i got any more piercings." jay shrugged, pulling out his textbook casually.
"so, you went and got it pierced?"
you couldn't believe him as you continued to watch him act like it was a normal day occurrence. and you couldn't help but think about how well the piercing suited him. it tied in his whole appearance and made butterflies grow in your stomach.
"do you like it?" jay asked you, noticing the way that you couldn't stop staring at his new piercing, a smirk growing on his lips at your glazed eyes.
you felt the blush that never seemed to leave your cheeks when you're with jay arise onto your face, "yeah, it's nice."
"it's nice?"jay teased you, leaning over the table to look straight into your eyes, a chuckle leaving his mouth once he sees that you can't meet his gaze.
"it- it suits you."
jay smirks at your cute remark and sits back in his chair, absentmindedly twirling his pencil as he waits for you to get ready to tutor him. "you know," he starts suddenly, just as you're about to give him an assignment, "since i didn't go to a party last weekend, you should come to a party with me this weekend."
you sigh at the mention of a high school party because you've already heard so much about them- especially about the ones that jay and his friends go to. "i've already told you that i don't go to parties."
"but why," jay groaned, "you're the one that was upset about your reputation, so how about you change it this weekend?"
the mention of your reputation made your body tense, remembering that that probably still is what jay thinks about you. "i- i just can't go."
jay huffs and crosses his arms, his chest popping out as he still leans back in his chair, his legs straight out under the table and bumping into your own. "how about you come over again this weekend, to study more."
"what? you don't have a test for another two weeks why would i need to come over this weekend?" you asked him with genuine confusion.
jay only sighs at how oblivious you are to his flirting before sitting up, "because i learn a lot from you, obviously," he points at his test, "and you're fun to hang out around, i guess."
his statement makes you stop flipping through your textbook as you slowly look up at him, glancing at his damn lip piercing before meeting his eyes, "how am i fun?" all you ever do with him is ignore his stupid remarks and talk about school.
"you're fun to tease."
your jaw dropped as you tried to hide your smile, "i'm fun. to tease?"
"yeah, so you should come over again this weekend, so you can tutor me and i can tease you."
you scoffed, looking away from him in disbelief but amusement, "fine."
"fine?" jay genuinely smiled at you.
"yes. fine." you grinned, "now please, try questions 1 to 5."
jay let out a groan that made other students look at your table again, only this time you could care less about their angry stares as thoughts of park jay went through your mind.
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jay waking up ten minutes before you were supposed to arrive is definitely not what had planned on saturday.
especially the part with him still feeling high from going to a party last night with heeseung.
jay scrambled around his room, trying to find a better shirt to wear instead of the one he wore last night that currently smelt like shitty alcohol and sweat. all he could think about was how fucked he'd be if you came in and saw him like this.
jay knew how uncomfortable you got when you were around someone that wasn't completely sober- and he couldn't imagine how'd you feel being in someone else's house with them still high from the night before.
"fuck, fuck, fuck." jay mumbled to himself as he quickly rinsed his face with water. looking in the mirror, he didn't think he looked too fucked but maybe he was just too used to seeing himself like this.
and he hated that.
last night was the first party that he had gone to where he didn't thoroughly enjoy himself. sure, he had fun because heeseung was there and the music wasn't bad. but it seemed like the drugs and alcohol couldn't distract his mind anymore. so kept drinking, and he kept smoking and the next thing he knew he was waking up in a jolt because you'd be at his house in a matter of minutes.
heeseung could tell that his friend wasn't his usual self the night before. he knew that jay liked to be intoxicated- but he could even tell that he was overdoing it. girls would come up to them, only for them to be shrugged off by jay. heeseung was shocked by it. he knew that jay hated mostly everyone, but he never shrugged at girls, no matter how annoying they were.
before heeseung could ask his friend was wrong, jay was already lost with the drugs and music, dancing in the middle of the party and fitting in with everyone else. heeseung almost laughed at the thought that if jay could see himself right now- he'd hate it.
so now, jay felt rugged and tired as he couldn't help but let his mind wander about the events of last night and what was wrong with him. he just wants to be good for you.
the knock at his front door really pushed his mind back into the present.
"oh hi, y/n!" his mother spoke from downstairs, "i don't know if jay's awake."
"oh, uh, i can come back then," you spoke out sheepishly, about to back out of the pretty house.
"i'm awake!" a quick voice spoke from the bottom of the stairs again. jay stood in grey sweatpants again, and a white and black shirt, his hair looking as if he had run his fingers through it a million times.
"oh! hi, honey. i didn't hear you up," miyoung said, moving to the side to let you come in.
"yeah, i've been quiet, i guess." miyoung perked an eyebrow up at him, knowing that he was lying through his teeth. she had heard jay come home at 4am last night, stumbling to his room before probably passing out. "let's go to my room, y/n." you smiled up at him at his position on the stairs, bowing to miyoung before the following jay up into his room.
his room looked the same as it did the weekend before. but the curtains weren't drawn and his bed was messier. "sorry about the mess." jay said, realizing you were scanning his room. he quickly shoved some clothes that were lying on the floor into his closet before shutting the door to it.
"it's okay." you smiled, sitting down at his desk this time. you put your backpack on the ground beside your feet, watching as jay opened his curtains before sitting on his bed. jay seemed quieter today than he's ever been when he's around you. he looked almost out of it as he started taking his textbooks out of his own bag. "sorry, if you were sleeping before i came."
"no, it's okay!" jay said, waving his hand in the air, "i wasn't sleeping." you nodded your head, feeling almost awkward as you sat across from each other. "do you want to start with biology?"
"sure." you chirped too excited, trying to mask your awkwardness. you weren't sure why you were feeling this way. it just seemed like jay wasn't prepared for your arrival and it made feel like you weren't wanted there.
"what page was the biochemistry on again?"
"481." you heard jay start turning the pages of his textbook as you got your papers out and ready. "i can't find it."
"no? 481?" you restated, looking at your own textbook. "let me see." you got up and walked over to his spot on the bed, leaning over his shoulder slightly, trying to find the right page for him. you felt jay straighten his back at your presence, making you more awkward as your eyes skimmed the pages quickly.
jay thought he was going to die with your face so close to his. he didn't want you to smell weed on him. your hair was dangling over your own shoulder, letting him see the side of your face as you focused on helping him. he could see you were chewing on the inside of your cheek, a habit that he's picked up on quite quickly.
"here." you pointed at a highlighted part on his textbook, "sorry, you have a different edition of the textbook than me so the pages are kind of off." you nodded to him, moving away from him to go back to your chair.
"shouldn't we share mine then, so we don't get confused." jay smirked at you standing above him. you rolled your eyes at him with a smile. "it'd be easier."
you agreed and sat down beside him on his bed, he sat with his legs crossed under his textbook while your legs dangled off the side. you made sure your skirt was covering your thighs as you tutored the boy.
you thanked god that jay was pretty easy to teach. he was funny and he flirted with you the majority of the time, but still, he knew when he had to listen and actually seemed interested in learning sometimes. you think it was the first time that you ever had fun while tutoring someone.
jay thought that it would be over for him once he was forced to go to a tutor. he really thought that he would never graduate hell high school because why the hell would he want someone to tutor him. but since it's you that's the tutor, he really gave it a try.
it's not like jay was stupid. he just didn't see a point in listening to teachers or even going to school. he guesses that schoolwork is actually pretty easy for him because you're the one that's teaching him.
he finds it so easy to listen to you. the way you actually take your time with him to see if he understands everything. you're so caring in general about everything and everyone in your life that it makes him jealous.
with your appearance, he can tell how much thought you put into it- and he's selfish enough to think that sometimes you dress with the thought of him in your mind. he's sure that you've noticed how many times he's stared at your legs in skirts during the past month.
so now jay has the thought of your bare legs against his bed and he can't stop himself from staring at your soft skin and the way your thighs would feel against the palm of his hands and how delicate he'd have to be with them so they don't bruise.
"hm?" he replies to you, not even hiding the fact that he was staring at your legs. he caught the way that you were trying to hide your blush as you realized where he was staring as well.
"i asked if you wanted to take a break, you don't seem to be paying much attention anymore."
"yeah, a break sounds good." jay nods, closing his textbook and throwing it to the bottom of his bed.
jay's hand comes to lay beside him so it's in between you and him. his pinky finger brushing against the lower part of your thigh where your skirt has ridden up. it's silent for a moment, both of you aware of the small touch lingering with the two of you, but both of you can't find yourselves to care.
his finger slowly brushes up and down, it being the only movement in the room besides your chest moving frantically from your heavy breaths. jay assumes that you've most likely never been on a bed with a guy before (and he's right!) and he doesn't want to make you uncomfortable and the weed from the night before is probably not helping him make decisions. so he moves his hand farther up so it's resting on your thigh.
his movement makes both of you turn your heads to look at each other, the warmth from each other's bodies growing substantially.
"do you like tutoring me?" jay asks, a smirk on his face as he scans your own.
"mhm," you almost whisper with a nod, "you're easy to teach."
jay smiles at your innocent answer, "can i tutor you now?"
your eyebrows scrunch in confusion, "tutor me about what?"
jay hums in thought for a moment, rethinking all of the life choices that have brought him here as his fingers lightly trace figures on your skin. it's just as soft as he imagined and he feels himself becoming entranced by it. "well you've taught me how to be a good student," jay and you pause to smile at each other in agreement, "how about i teach you how to be bad now?"
you pause at his words, excitement filling your lungs as you look down at his still freshly pierced lip ring. his eyes hold the mischief that they usually do, but they're mixed with something like genuine concern and care. his gaze mixed with that god forbid hot lip ring is what makes you nod your head until jay is reaching over to your neck and trailing soft kisses down it.
"you're okay with this, right?" jay whispers to you, looking straight into your eyes as he pulls away.
"yes." is all you can speak, still not over the feeling of his warm lips and cold metal pushed against your neck. his lips begin to kiss over your shoulder before he pulls away again.
"and you'll tell me if you want me to stop? because i will."
his words make your stomach flip as you never thought bad boy park jay could be so caring. "yes, jay."
jay pulls away and smiles at you one more time before ushering you to lay down with him, your head meeting his soft pillow. jay was laying on his side, lips still kissing your neck as his fingers played with the hem of your skirt. and jay thinks to himself that he's never been so careful before in his life. he was acting as if you were made out of glass.
"has anyone ever touched you before, y/n?" jay asks, kissing your jaw once before pulling away to look at you.
"no." you nod, somewhat embarrassed at your confession, even though you assumed jay had already known the answer to it.
"just me?" jay asks, a smirk on his face.
"just you."
you feel jay smile against your skin before his fingers started to softly touch your core over your panties, your skirt being pulled up over your stomach. your cotton, pastel panties in yours and jay's sight. you feel like you should be embarrassed about your underwear choice- especially in a time like this- but jay moving slow circles over your clit takes the embarrassment away from you.
jay could feel your wetness through your panties, almost groaning at the thought of how wet you'd feel around his cock. you bit your lip to suppress the moan you already had as you watched his index finger circle directly over your clit. you had thought about jay for so long in this position and you never thought that it would happen.
jay's finger stopped and his hand started playing with the hem of your skirt as he kissed your neck again once. "you're so sensitive." jay breathlessly laughed into your skin. you covered your face at his statement, really feeling embarrassed now. "stop," jay laughed loud now, pulling your hands away. "it's cute," he pecked your jaw, "you're cute."
"you're too nice to be considered so bad," you spoke out to him, the throbbing in your core making your mind hazy.
"only for you." jay confessed, his fingers going back to play with the hem of your panties.
"just for me?" you mocked his words from before.
"just for you."
his fingers dipped into your panties now. jay almost moaned at how easily his fingers slipped between your folds. he heard your rought breath in his ear as he started to rub your engorged clit again, his finger pressing the right amount of pressure on it already.
"so wet." jay whispered to you, both of you looking down at his hand in your pants. he put his middle finger with his index finger as he made faster circles on your clit, your hips jolting up at his change in pace.
you could hear your wetness mix with jay's fingers as he rubbed you, spreading your juices around your core and in between your thighs. you let out a soft moan, biting onto the back of your hand to keep quiet so miyoung doesn't hear. god what if miyoung hears?
the thought only turns you on more even though you feel like it shouldn't. you were really, finally, letting go of that good girl persona you had on. you couldn't decide if it was good that you began to tutor jay or not as his index finger slipped slowly inside your core.
you let out a whimper at the feeling, never feeling it before. "does it feel okay?" jay asked, seeing you nod as he curled his finger upwards towards your belly button. "god, you're so tight." you could only nod as you could feel how tight you wrapped around his finger. he could barely push his index in and out slowly. "can't imagine how tight you'd feel around my cock." he feels you clench around his fingers tighter at his words. "do you like the thought of my cock inside of you?" you whimpered out in response to him, imagining the scenario in your head.
"say it."
"y-yes, i love it!" you moaned out, your arms bending so that your hand could play with jay's hair. you could feel jay smirk against your skin again before pulling his fingers away. you whined out at the stop of his motions before he put his fingers in his mouth, humming around them.
"'m sorry, but i really needed to taste you. been thinking 'bout it for so long." you felt your hips jolt up at his thoughts out of instinct, just thoughts of how hot this boy is were driving you crazy. he stuck the same two fingers out in front of your mouth, "spit." you pursed your lips and let your saliva drip down onto his fingers, earning a groan from him before he started rubbing your clit again with his and your saliva mixed together.
"j-jay." he hummed against your skin in response, "feels t-too goo-d."
"gonna cum?" he asked you, kissing your cheek, an action so sweet compared to the speed he was rubbing your clit at.
"y-yes." you nodded up at him as he hovered above you on his shoulder. your fucked out gaze drove him crazy as he looked down at you.
"that's okay, angel, cum on my fingers," he whispered to you, his head leaning on yours now as you both watched his fingers rub against your clit under your panties. you moaned out, your hand gripping onto his hair tighter.
"jay!" you moaned out, your back arching as you hit your orgasm, his fingers not stopping as you rode it out. you felt your eyes close and open, leaning your head into jay's like some form of support.
"that's it, that's my angel, that's my good girl." jay whispered, kissing your forehead as his fingers slowed down. you whined as the sensitivity started to catch up on you, pushing his fingers away gently, making jay laugh. "can't do another one?"
"god, no." you smiled at his teasing expression. jay wiped his hands on his duvet (the one that he hated) and pulled your skirt back down so you were covered. "you still think i'm a good girl?" you asked him, turning on your side so you were facing him.
jay pulled away with a hum, looking above your head in the air, "yep, i still see the halo above your head."
you shoved his shoulder gently, "shut up."
"do you see my halo?"
you looked above his head at his question, "nope, just devil horns." jay shoved you back with a laugh, rolling so he layed on his back now.
"are you going to stay for dinner?" jay asked, the thought of his stomach being completely empty filling his mind.
"oh god." you sat up immediately at the mention of dinner, grabbing your phone off of his bedside table. "god, i have to go!" you exclaimed, realizing just how close to your dinner time it was and that your parents had probably already expected you home by now.
"what?" jay sat up on his elbows, watching you scramble around his room like he did earlier this morning, gathering your things in a hurry. "why?"
"my parents wanted me home like ten minutes ago for dinner," you said, barely looking at him as you shoved your things in your bag.
jay chuckled at your explanation before laying back down again, "yeah, you most definitely are still a good girl."
"shut it." were the last words you said to him with a laugh before pulling open his bedroom door and leaving his house, saying bye to miyoung before running home to your parents who were already sitting at the dinner table waiting for you.
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park jay plops down in his usual spot in the library, wearing a bigger smirk than usual on tuesday afternoon.
"hi, jay." you looked up at him from your book.
"hi, good girl." you rolled your eyes at him and set your book down in front of you. "how was dinner with your parents on saturday?"
"fine." you shook your head in an obvious tone. when he didn't say anything in return you stared at him; his eyes were glazed over, his usual tense shoulders were fallen slack and the lazy smirk never left his face as he stared almost blankly at you. "are you high?"
the smirk left his face then.
"a little- and i'm sorry! i am! i didn't mean to get this fucked."
you sat back in your chair, distancing yourself from him the more you could, making jay feel even more guilty. "i thought you said you were going to try to not get high anymore."
"i was!" he most definitely wasn't. "but then i hadn't seen heeseung in a couple of days and he has a spare at uni right now so he drove by to see me!" he explained to you, the look of annoyance not leaving your face, "you're goody-two-shoes reputation won't be ruined because i'm high, y/n."
you scoffed, "yeah, well yours won't get any better. what happened to wanting a halo?"
jay bit his cheek, feeling guilty that he couldn't live up to your expectations of him. "i'm sorry. i won't get high anymore." you quirked your eyebrow up at him in disbelief, "i won't!" he laughed, nudging your foot with his own.
you couldn't help but smile and give in to him, unaware of just how dangerous it was to do.
"if you really don't want to tutor me today because i'm high that's fine, i'll see you saturday anyways right?"
"saturday?" you repeated with confusion.
"yeah, you tutor me every tuesday and saturday, right?"
you sighed at his teasing, "i guess." your answer made laugh before he stood up, nudging your book towards you again, "get back to reading, good girl."
you picked up your book, sticking your tongue out at him as swung his backpack over his shoulder to leave, "see you saturday."
"bye." you said to him, watching him leave the library without sparing a glance to anyone.
so that's how you ended up going to jay's house every saturday, seeing the boy more often than you had expected when you had agreed to tutor him. texting each other during the week was something you had never even thought would occur. but you were having fun, even if seeun had no idea what was going on.
you had thought long and hard about whether you should tell seeun about your blooming friendship with park jay. ultimately, you came up with the idea that you'd rather be dead than tell her. you knew she wouldn't accept it with all the warnings she had given you in the past four years you had known her- even last week she was telling you to be careful. maybe you should've listened to her.
but it was so hard to listen to her when park jay was staring at you with those pretty brown eyes of his from his bed.
"focus on the assignment, jay!" you scolded him playfully, catching him staring at you again.
"well stop being so fucking pretty and i might be able to!"
no matter how many times jay flirts with you, the blush never seems to escape your cheeks, "stop." you laughed, standing up from your chair and walking over to him, shoving his shoulder so he lay down on his bed. you sit down on his bed, looking down at him.
jay's hand reaches out and plays with your hand lazily, lacing his fingers in and out of your own. you felt your heart swell at his little touches.
suddenly, jay grabs your hand and pulls you down towards him, so your faces are an inch apart and your upper half is laying on top of him. "jay!" you cry at the suddenness before he's pressing his lips to yours.
you quickly realize what he's doing and start to press your lips back to his, slowly your lips move together before you're pulling apart just as fast as they came together. "you taste like cigarettes." you scrunch your eyebrows together.
jay pulls his head back and laughs out, "i told you I'd stop smoking weed, not tobacco."
you pout up at him, your chin resting on his chest as he looks down at you. his hand comes up behind you and starts to play with your hair. "don't give me that face, i'm trying, i want to switch reputations with you."
"you want to switch?" you ask, quirking your eyebrow up in amusement.
"yeah, like you become bad and i become good."
you roll your eyes at him, "that's stupid."
"i know, but i like seeing how bad you can be."
"and how bad do you think i can be?" you teased him, fluttering your eyelashes at him.
"let's find out." jay says, flipping you over so now he's on top of you, your hair spirling out across his pillow.
his lips come crashing down on yours, the movement so rough and sudden compared to his soft lips. the metal from his lip piercing felt so good against your lips that it reminded you about who exactly you were kissing.
jay started to move down your neck, kissing right behind your ear where he found your sweet spot. his hands stay perched on your waist as your legs wrap around his body, locking him in. your skirt has pooled up at your waist, leaving your panty core bare to his jean-clad crotch.
your hips ground up against jay's crotch, making him groan against your warm skin. he pulled away from your neck, his fingers playing with the hem of your panties like he did last time. "can i take these off, angel?"
"please," you begged him, wanting to feel more of him.
"so polite," he smirked down at you, kissing your forehead before pulling down your panties. your legs wanted to close at the sudden touch of cold air, but jay's broad shoulders kept them apart. jay leaned down so he was eye level with your core. "can i taste you, y/n?"
"yes, jay." you nodded down at him, his hand trailing up the side of you so he could lace his fingers with yours again, only this time it was in a more of an inappropriate action with the way his mouth was breathing warm air against your pussy.
jay left open-mouthed kisses on your thighs, teasing you slightly just like he always does. you were about to tell him to stop it before his tongue met your clit.
"god." you moaned out, your head leaning back against his pillow again at the feeling.
jay felt like he was in heaven. he had died and somehow ended up in heaven.
you felt so warm under him and with your hand laced in his. you tasted so good, so pure and just for him that it drove him crazy.
jay swivelled his tongue around your clit in circles, before dipping down and tonguing your hole.
"jay, oh god." you moaned out, unable to hold it in on the new feeling you were experiencing. he felt so talented with his tongue that you weren't sure how you could feel this good ever again.
you squeezed his hand tight as you made eye contact with him. jay moaned at your fucked out expression, which caused vibrations to go straight to your core.
"does it feel good, angel?"
"s-so good, jay." you nodded, seeing spit coat your pussy and his face.
jay's fingers trailed down your thigh, before sticking two fingers into your hole. "fuck, still so tight." jay groaned against your core, thankful for your juices and his spit to make his fingers ease in so well.
his fingers fucked into you at a slow pace, but his tongue swirled around your clit so fast that it caused your hips to buck up into his face. "s-sorry." you moaned out to him.
you felt him laugh into your skin, "don't be sorry, you're hot." jay sucked your clit into his mouth gently, his tongue circling it before he kissed your thigh again. you moaned out at jay's name at his compliment. it felt like a dream to be called hot by park jay- especially when he was eating you out.
his fingers continued to fuck up into you, scissoring once they were shoved all the way in before pulling out and doing it all over again.
you let go of jay's hand, sweat helping keep them together, and reached down to hold onto his hair, your hips digging closer to his face. you could hear how wet you were by the fast pace was jay was slipping his fingers inside of you now.
"oh my god." you moaned breathlessly, "d-don't stop jay, please."
"i won't, angel." jay responded, digging his face further into your wet pussy. "feel like coming?"
"y-yes, so close, so close."
jay kept fingering you, feeling your walls clench around his fingers so well until they were spasming, and your hips were grinding into his face with your back arched off the bed. his tongue kept sucking your clit until all your movement had stopped, and your moans had turned into small whimpers.
jay placed a kiss on your core as he pulled away, rubbing your clit quickly before pulling away which made you cry out.
jay laughed at you, bending down to kiss you right on your lips.
"so mean." you pouted at him, before kissing him again.
"so cute," he responded, pushing your hair out of your face before standing up and walking to his closet. you saw him start to search through his clothes, but you felt so dazed from your orgasm to ask what he was doing.
jay walked back over with a pair of black sweatpants that he had managed to find. he pulled your skirt down, making you realize just how bare you really were to him.
"what?" jay laughed at you suddenly pulling away from him, "don't act like my face wasn't just there."
"jay!" you cried out, your hands covering your face from his dirty words.
"what? it's true!" jay said, gently pulling your legs so they were straight again. "let me put these on you." you sighed and allowed him to slide his sweatpants over your bare legs. you moved your hips so he could pull them over and tie them at your waist.
when you have dressed again, jay leaned over you, pressing a soft kiss on your lips before resting his head on your chest. it was such a different action than what you would've assumed he would do.
everything you had heard about park jay before had completely left your mind at that exact moment. he wasn't the asshole, bad boy that everyone had described him as. he was sweet and thoughtful and he just liked to party with his friends.
so you played with his hair as he rested his eyes while laying on your chest- trying to hide his raging boner from you and enjoy this moment with you.
both of you were known for such different reputations, both wanting to stand out from this world, and together it felt like you did.
"do you wanna have dinner here tomorrow night?" jay asked, breaking the silence. he kept his eyes at the bottom of his bed where your legs intertwined. he had never asked a girl to have dinner at his house before and he was so nervous about the way he was feeling about it.
"sure." you shrugged, trying to hide your excitement by playing cool.
"my dad's gonna be here."
you had never met jay's father before. you've seen pictures of him around the house. and you had heard some stories about him from jay. you knew he seemed to be strict, and he worked a lot so jay wasn't particularly close with him.
"that's fine." you shrugged again, feeling jay's tense body on your own as he mentioned his dad.
"yeah?" jay looked up at you finally, brown doe eyes looked into your own.
jay smiled at you, leaning up to kiss you on the lips slowly, humming into your mouth with a feeling of contentedness. jay didn't really know what he was feeling at the time then. he knew his grades were improving, and his mom was less mad at him all the time, his friends were confused by his new revelations to not get obliviated by drugs or alcohol. but he had you underneath him and that's all he could ever ask for.
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you had never been invited over for dinner to a boys' house before. so you had no idea what to expect as you walked up to the pretty house you had started to become familiar with. every time you walked up the long driveway, it felt intimidating and more friendly.
miyoung opened the door to you with a great smile on her face. she looked the same as usual- beautiful- but her clothing was more dressed up for the occasion.
"y/n!" she exclaimed, ushering for you to come in and to take off your jacket. "y/n's here!" she called out, turning her head towards the inside of the house for others to hear. your heart started racing at the thought of having a formal meal with park jay's family.
jay turned the corner from somewhere in the house, a smirk on his face as he saw you. he wore his usual all-black outfit- but it was more formal than usual and you almost drooled at the sight. he wore black jeans with a black turtleneck. his silver jewlery was wrapped around his fingers and neck- his lip piercing moved against his plush lips as he greeted you. "let's go sit down."
jay walked beside you behind miyoung, walking through their big house. you had never been this far into their house before- usually only going to jay's bedroom, the bathroom and back. it was what you expected it to look like. modern and fancy with great white walls that held expensive-looking decorations and art.
they led you to an even greater room with a long, dark oak table. there was a bright, crystal chandelier hanging above the table and a lovely candle stick in the center of the table.
at the far end of the table sat a man: jay's father.
he looked exactly like jay- but older and strict. he looked expensive and it almost made you quiver away from intimidation.
"james, this is y/n- jays' tut- friend. jay's friend." miyoung stopped herself, smiling at jay before he could groan out in embarrassment.
jay's father looked up from his watch before his eyes met yours. you smiled and politely bowed to him, "nice to meet you, sir."
"oh my, you don't have to call him sir, just call him james." miyoung brushed her hand on your shoulder, "come over here, you can sit across from jay." she ushered you over to one of the empty dining room chairs.
jay's dad hadn't said a word to you, only staring at you with an expression that you would describe as 'shock'. you heard jay stifle a laugh as he sat across from you, not believing that you is what made his father recover that stupid expression.
when jay's father came home earlier in the day- he thought maybe just maybe, his father would break his serious expression at the sight of jay's new lip piercing. but nothing. just a normal 'hello' before he went into his office for the rest of the day.
after years of jay trying to get his father to react to anything he does- the one thing he doesn't try intentionally is what makes his father break: you.
jay feels like he's in a sort of other dimensions as he takes in what is going on. his father is actually interested in something that is related to him. his mother is bringing delicious food out on the table for everyone to eat. and you're sitting across from him looking so pretty and anxious as you smile at his parents.
you feel jay nudge your foot under the table, making you look up at him. he winks at you, trying to reassure you that you're fine.
"so, how are you friends with," james started, pointing at his son, "jay." there was a hint of confusion in his voice as he looked between you two.
"uh, i tutor him sometimes," you explain, taking a sip of the water that miyoung had put down in front of you.
"Ah, so you're the reason why his grades have been getting better." james nodded at you. jay was shocked that his father had actually known he had been doing better at school.
"i've been helping, but he does his tests by himself and such so."
james hummed in approval, moving out of the way so miyoung could place more food on the table before she sat down herself.
"i hope you're all really hungry!"miyoung exclaimed, signalling that everyone can dig in now.
the dinner went by smoothly. james seemed to be impressed with every answer you came up with to his or miyoung's questions. you were talking more than jay was for once.
jay didn't know what to say as he watched you interact with his parents. he's never seen his parents act so interested in one of his friends before. they never even spoke a word to heeseung throughout all these years. jay didn't even want to say anything. he liked hearing you talk so confidently, it was nice to see you be yourself in front of someone that wasn't him.
jay leaned on his front door frame, staring down at you as you stood on his porch. it had started to become dark out now, the sun still setting at the far end of the city. you had bid miyoung and james a goodbye a few minutes ago, thanking them for the dinner as jay walked you out.
"are you okay?" you asked jay, staring at his blissful expression as he scanned your face. you had only ever seen jay this calm before when he was high.
"yeah, i'm really okay." jay nodded, his head shaking against the door frame. "sorry if my parents annoyed you or anything."
"they didn't, i like them, they're so nice."
"my mom's nice, i don't know about my dad, though."
you shook your head at him, "i had fun, don't worry."
"good," jay smiled at you, his fingers playing with the ends of your hair- an action that if he saw anyone else do he'd feel sick, but now it feels so comforting with you- "i'll see you in the library on tuesday, right?"
"of course," you nodded, backing down the porch now, "stay out of trouble, yeah?"
"of course." jay nodded, mocking you with a smile. "bye, angel."
"bye~." you sang out, turning and walking home with a full stomach of food and butterflies.
jay closed the door once you were out of sight, sighing before heading to the stairs for his room.
"jay?" his father called out to him from the living room.
"come here."
jay quietly groaned as he turned around and went to see his father. he was sitting on the far end of the couch, turning the tv on mute once his son came in. "sit."
jay sat on one of the chairs that no one ever sat in. "what is it?" he didn't want to talk to his dad. he was tired and frustrated that he hadn't been able to smoke all day.
"are you and y/n, dating?"
jay didn't know how to answer his question. you weren't dating but god did he want to. it was something that jay had never had the urge to do before- date a girl and do boyfriend-girlfriend things- and he's sure his past self would cringe if he knew what he was thinking.
"no, we're just friends."
"and you're going to stay friends, right?" james quirked an eyebrow up at his son, unsure of what his intentions were with a girl like you.
"what does that mean?"
"it means that you shouldn't be even hanging around with her jay- you should've stayed as tutor and student."
"what the hell are. you talking about?" jay sat up in the unused chair.
"come on son, you know" james shook his head at him, scanning his face for a sense of knowing, when it didn't come he continued, "i don't know what you plan on doing with y/n, but you know that a girl like her shouldn't be hanging out with a boy like you."
"and what is that?"
james sighed, his fingers coming to pinch his nose bridge in frustration, "you're a troublemaker jay, and she's so innocent that-"
jay scoffed and stood up, cutting off his father's words.
"and so what? i'm just a troublemaker for life? i can't change?"
"of course you can! just not with her!" james stood up now, his hands coming out in front of him in explanation to his son.
"and why not?"
"because you'll ruin her while you're trying to fix yourself!"
the silence in the house is a silence that's never been there before.
there were nights in the park house where the only sound would be miyoung crying out of worry for her son. nights where jay's music would blast through from his room. and some nights, there would be nothing but james' breathing from the living room as he sat and watched tv on mute, trying to relieve his never-ending headache.
the silence now, as jay and his father looked at each other with anger and sadness was something that no one knew how to break. jay always knew that you would be too good for him. the moment he saw you years ago in the hallway- he knew that you were the one thing he had to stay away from. but now that he knew you- how could he stay away?
the silence went on until jay scoffed and left the room. he grabbed his jacket on his way out, slamming the pretty front door on the way out-it being the final sound in the house for the night.
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jay doesn't remember the next day.
he knows that once he wakes up in the late afternoon on tueday in heeseung's bedroom- an hour of school left of the day- that he's fucked.
he's fucked because he knows he just messed up his attendance for the semester- and because his head feels like it's been bashed against the wall one million times.
he feels a weight on his side as he tries to move, turning his head to see sunghoon's passed-out figure, his arm resting on jay's body. jay sighs before gently shrugging off his arm, knowing that he won't wake up his drunk friend.
jay scrambles around heeseung's room, trying to find his shoes before going to the bathroom. he looks in the mirror to see a sight he's seen so many times. he's washing his face to try to get rid of any intoxication but he knows it's not going to do anything. and then jay's sighing as he's leaving heeseung's house, heading to the school so you can try to tutor him and he can pretend he didn't just spend the last twenty-four hours partying with his friends.
you had realized the frown on jay's face the moment he walked into the library. you didn't say anything because you knew that he was moody sometimes. you had realized that he wasn't trying the practice problems you had given him. you didn't offer to help him because you knew that he understood the concept.
it was almost completely silent between you two for the hour that you were supposed to tutor him until you finally spoke up about his behaviour.
"what's wrong?"
"hm?" jay asked, looking up from his paper that he hasn't touched.
"i asked what's wrong, you don't seem okay."
"'m fine." he mumbled, going back to staring at question one.
you pouted at his answer, your mind going blank when trying to figure out if you had done anything to upset him. you were obviously getting caught up in your mind about faults that didn't exist. jay could tell that you were feeling upset about him and it honestly broke his heart.
"y/n, i'm fine. just my stupid father." jay explained briefly to you, hoping that the pout on your lips would go away.
"what happened?"
"don't worry about it, it's whatever." jay shrugged you off, not wanting to explain to you that you're too good for him and everyone can see it.
you reached across the table and took his unused pencil out of his hand before lacing your fingers with his. "jay, what happened?" jay looked at your concern-filled eyes, hating himself more because you cared so much for him.
jay sighed, squeezing your hand back, "i don't want to ruin you, y/n."
"ruin me?"
"you're too nice, and caring, and smart and good. stuff that i'm not, and i don't want to change those things about you because you're hanging around with me."
"jay." you stated, staring at his worried face, when he didn't look at you, you squeezed his hand until he did, "jay, you are not going to ruin me. you know about our reputations and didn't we agree that high school reputations are stupid? so who cares if i'm a 'good girl' and you're a 'bad boy'. i can make my own decisions so you are not going to ruin me, okay?"
jay smiled sheepishly at you, realizing that maybe it's all been in his head, his father not helping him at all.
"okay." jay nodded, letting go of your hand so you both could pack your things to leave. when you were standing up jay called your name before he turned to leave. "do you wanna go on a date this weekend? like a proper one- not one that's just in my bedroom where we tutor each other."
you felt your cheeks turn hot at the mention of how you 'tutor' each other, but your heart warmed with the thought of going on an actual date with jay. to a public place where people would see you two together.
"yeah, sure." you nodded, biting your lip to hold back your smile.
"okay, so i'll see you friday night?" jay asked, walking backwards out of the library.
"i'll see you friday, jay."
jay smiled a big smile at you before he turned and left the library, leaving you standing there with pink cheeks and a light heart.
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park jay picked you up outside your house on friday night in his black car that matched his black clothes and black hair. you had decided to wear jeans for tonight, as winter was quickly leaving seoul. you told your parents that you were hanging out with seeun for the night- no wanting to have a conversation with them about having boyfriends and what comes with it (safe sex!).
"hi, jay." you greeted him when you sat down in the passenger side of his car.
"hi, angel." he said, looking at your outfit, "you look pretty." his hand almost instinctively coming out to rest on your jean-clad thigh.
"thank you." you smiled, clicking on your seatbelt as jay started to drive to the movie theatre.
jay had done everything right. he bought your movie ticket, your drink and popcorn. he made sure you were comfortable in your seat. he held your hand during the movie, and asked if you were having fun- and you were. up until a sex scene played during the movie and you couldn't help but think of jay's face in between your legs. you felt your panties become suddenly too tight and you wished you had worn your usual skirts after all.
jay noticed the way your thighs clenched together during the end of the movie, also aware of the painfully long sex scene that reminded him that he was on a date with you. he noticed the way you were quieter than usual as you walked out of the movie theatres when the movie was over- obviously there was inappropriate thoughts rushing through both of your minds and you didn't want them to ruin the nice date you had just had with park jay.
you were both sitting inside of his jay's car, trying to warm up the car before he drove you back home. you were trying not to be obvious about the thoughts of jay running through your mind but the obvious twitching and playing with your fingers was being a dead giveaway that there was something on your mind.
jay put his hand on your thigh- an action that's becoming too familiar and comfortable- and you almost moaned at house sensitive you were still. there had been so many nights after hanging out with jay where his fingers and his stupid lip piercing were all that you could think about. no matter how long and hard you tried to focus on studying- park jay seemed to always appear in your mind. "are you okay, y/n?"
"y-yeah, did you like the movie?" you asked him, trying to ignore the way he was now squeezing your thigh, his fingers were just so close to your core.
"it was alright," jay shrugged, "are you cold? why are you bouncing your leg like that?" the point out of your whole body shaking makes you stop your action completely to a halt.
"i-i'm fine." jay laughed at you, shaking his head and pulling away his hand. "what? why're you laughing?"
"i saw the way you reacted during that sex scene, y/n." jay stated, almost laughing again at your shocked expression. "is there anything you want from me, y/n?"
you took a sharp inhale, "i-i just want you."
jay smirked down at you at your confession, his lip ring shining in the lamp light outside. "yeah? do you wanna go to my house then?" you nodded in response, glancing down at his crotch for a second, gasping quietly when you saw his bulge. you looked around the street where jay had parked his car, everyone that had been in the movie theatre had left by now, no one was around the back of the parking lot where jay had parked.
your hand trailed over jay's thigh suddenly, before cupping his bulge in his black jeans.
"f-fuck, what're you doing, baby." jay gasped out, not expecting for you to touch him like this.
"i wanna show you just how bad i can really be." you pouted to him, a hint of mischief in your eyes that matched his.
"fuck, okay." jay nodded, sitting back in his spot as you climbed over the center console and sat right on his thighs. your arms wrapped around his neck, pulling his lips into yours in a deep kiss. you had never kissed each other so feverishly before- the passion ran through you both at a high speed as you sat on top of him.
jay's hands rested on your hips, playing with the buckle loops of your jeans. your hair was sprawled over his shoulders as you tilted your head down to kiss him. you pulled away, resting your forehead on his as your hands trailed down his chest, stopping at his jean button. "wait." jay's hand stopped yours, making you glance up at him with concerned wide eyes, "are you sure you wanna do that?"
"yes." you nodded strictly, "a-are you okay with this?"
"yes, my angel." jay said, pulling your lips to his again before resting his hands on your thighs.
both of your eyes were locked on your hands unbuttoning his jeans. your hands went inside of his boxers, feeling his warm, hard length under your fingers. you could feel jay twitch underneath you at your touch. you pulled out his length so it was in view. his pale skin seemed like it was glowing from the moonlight shining in the car. you felt your jaw drop at finally seeing jay's cock.
jay laughed underneath you, finding your reaction cute.
"what?" you pouted at him again with a smile, "don't laugh at me."
"i'm not!" jay kissed your nose, "you're just so cute." you shook your head at him, lifting his cock up so it was straight in your hands.
remembering what you had overheard some other girl say in your class, you let spit fill up your mouth before you dropped a glob down on his red tip. jay let out a quiet hiss at your action. you brought your lips to hiss again, your hand starting to move up and down his hard cock slowly. your kissing speed matched your hands' speed.
jay started to kiss your neck, making you throw your head to the side so he could have better access. he hummed against your skin when you tightened your grip on his cock, your thumb brushing over the glob of precum that sat on top of his tip. "i wanna suck your dick, jay." you moaned out, making jay stop kissing your neck and pull away to look at you.
"you what?" he asked in shock about the words that had just come from your mouth.
"i wanna suck your dick."
"fuck." jay rested his head on the back of the headrest, looking up at you in the moonlight. "you're perfect you know that?"
you laughed at him, before moving down so that you were in between his legs, your knees at the bottom of the car floor. you looked up at him through your eyelashes, loving the way that he was looking at you as if you were an actual angel.
you kissed the bottom of his shaft, your hand moving up and down his shaft as you put kitten licks on his tip- trying to imagine what else you had heard other girls talk about. your tongue licked across the slit, making jay groan quietly. his hands went to play with your hair again- something that he never seems to stop doing now.
your hand and spit were getting jay's dick so wet that it was easier to move and squeeze his dick. you pulled away from his tip and started sucking on the bottom of his shaft, your hand speeding up as it moved up and down.
"god, that feels so good angel." jay groaned out, his head going back to rest on the headrest again. he was trying so hard to not buck up into your mouth. this was only a scenario he had dreamed of before- and now that it was a reality he didn't know how long he could hold himself over.
you put his tip in your mouth, swirling your tongue around before pushing your head down his cock. when his tip hit the back of your throat, you tried to not pull out but it was hard not to. your hands kept stroking his cock up and down as you pulled away, his stomach tightening at the feeling of your throat closing around him. you put another glob of spit on his dick, making jay groan out at the sight.
"fuck, look at me when you do that." jay groaned out, pulling your hair so that you would look at him. "fuck that's it."
you started to put his cock all the way in your mouth again, your hand stroking what you couldn't fit until you found the right pace.
"my god." jay groaned out, taking a deep breath as he bit onto the back of his hand, trying to not buck into your mouth as your innocent eyes looked right into his. "that's it angel." he nodded at you, praising you for how well you were sucking his dick. your cheeks were hollowing in as you started to slurp around his dick. you were sure if anyone walked past the car they would be able to hear your sucking noises and jay's moans and groans.
"fuck, y/n. 'm gonna cum if you don't stop." jay warned you, gently trying to pull your head off him. his warning only made you suck and stroke his cock harder, wanting to see him cum like he's seen you before.
"please cum, jay." you nodded at him, spitting onto his dick once more before sliding your mouth down on him all the way.
"fuck!" jay moaned out, his body going rigid as he came in your mouth. the feeling of his warm cum coating your mouth only made you moan around his still hard cock- adding more vibrations and sensations to his orgasm.
you pulled off of him, your hand slowly stroking his cock as you showed him his cum in your mouth. "god." jay breathed out, watching you swallow his cum with a smile on your face. "i've actually ruined you, angel." you smile up at him, pulling his boxer and jeans over his cock again, letting him button up his jeans as you climbed back into the passenger seat.
"let's go to your house." you nod at him, putting your seatbelt on.
"my house?" jay asks, you nod in response, laughing at his silly expression. "fuck."
jay thinks he's never sped home so fast in his life. with the radio blasting and you giggling beside him as you tease him about his moaning- it felt like a dream.
jay's parents weren't home when he pulled into his long driveway- they were having a date night before james had to go back to work in another city for a few weeks.
you and jay ran up his pretty porch steps, kissing at the same time while laughing. you kept kissing his neck as he was trying to unlock his front door, trying to not bust the door down so he could bring you to his room.
his bedroom was the same as always as he closed his door and pushed you up against it. his lips going to your neck like usual, trying so hard to not leave hickeys to mark you as his. his hands were sliding down your body, pulling on the loops of your jeans to pull you closer to his hips. your hands were trailing down his back, grabbing onto his black, band shirt that he loved so much.
you pushed him away from you, backing him up until he got to his bed, laying down and propping himself up on his elbows to look at you. you pulled your shirt off, leaving you in your jeans and bra.
"you're gonna be the death of me." jay mumbled as you crawled on top of him, your cores grinding into each other. there was so much built-up lust between you that you were both too scared to act on. you were so inexperienced that you didn't know if jay would like it or not. and jay didn't want to rush you into things too fast.
jay flipped you over so that your head was up on his pillow- a position that you've been in before. you felt jay unbuttoning your jeans, pulling them down your legs until you were only in your underwear and bra. the sudden thought of being bare in front of jay for the first time sent an unwanted feeling of anxiety down your spine.
park jay was known to have sex with multiple girls before. you had wondered before about how many girls exactly that he's been with. so many girls that were more experienced than you- who were probably a lot sexier than you too.
jay felt you tense under his body, pulling away from kissing your collarbones to look at you. "are you okay?" he asked, concern filling him as he looked at your upset face.
"y-yeah, i'm fine." you replied meekly. jay pulled away from you at the sound of your voice.
"y/n, we don't have to do anything that you don't want t-"
"i want to! i really want to!" you cut him off, sitting up on your elbows to look at him. "it's just, you know. i've never done this before and i know you have- and i don't care that you have before!- i just want to be good for you."
jay pulled your lips to his at the end of your rambling, in a soft manner- just like the first time he kissed you. "i don't care if you've never done it- or even if you've done it a million times," you roll your eyes at him, "and you shouldn't care about how many times i've had sex, angel, all those other girls have never been my girl before."
you blush as jay calls you 'his girl'. you take jay's head in your hands, kissing him as a 'thank you for helping your insecurities. he pulled away from you to take off his own shirt. your eyes and hands immediately roamed over his skin as it was the first time that you had seen him shirtless. his skin was breathtaking. it was so smooth, pale and soft. little freckles and scars are visible to your eyes only.
he slid off his jeans and boxers, throwing them to the side of his bed, landing somewhere on the floor before he laid down on top of you again. kissing obnoxiously down your skin, sliding your panties off. you heard him take a sharp inhale as your core came visible to his eyes, having to hold yourself back from closing your legs.
you sat up again, your hands going behind your back to unclip your bra, letting the straps fall to your sides before throwing it to the side with jay's clothing. your breasts were visible to jay now, hearing him groan out before his hand reaches forward and starts to play with your nipple, making your back arch into his touch.
"i need you, jay." you tell him, the wetness between your legs becoming too much.
"fuck, okay, lay back." jay kissed your forehead, his hands trailing down your sides once you were under him once again. "you're sure you're okay with this?"
"yes jay, please." you begged, unsure of what you begged for exactly- all your mind could think of was jay.
jay leaned over to his bedside table, grabbing a condom and sliding it down his dick. he put his cock over your wet slit, your juices flowing all over your core and making a mess. you felt his cock slip in between your folds, circling your clit before beginning to push into you.
"i'll go slow, angel." jay whispered out to you, one of his hands tracing shape into your thigh while the other guided his cock in slowly, just like he said.
you closed your eyes as you prepared yourself to feel uncomfortable for the next few moments. he kept his gaze on your face, looking for any signs of pain until he was balls deep inside of you. your tight walls were already clenched tight around him he really didn't think that he could last this time.
"are you okay?" jay whispered to you, bending over your body careful to not push into your further.
"it- it feels weird," you replied, opening your eyes for the first time to look at him.
"i'm sorry, y/n. it'll stop in a second." jay kissed your cheek, moving one of his hands down between your bodies so that he could rub small circles over your clit.
he groaned quietly when he felt your walls clench even tighter. you stayed in that position for a minute, pleasure slowly taking over as he played with your clit. you told him that he could move after a moment, allowing for him to hold himself up over you with his elbows, his breath fanned your face as he pulled his cock out of you until just his tip was in before pushing back into you.
the feeling of having jay inside of you felt unusual, something that you had never experienced before, but it felt so right. you wrapped your legs tight around his waist as he continued to push his hard cock in and out of you.
the sound of his skin hitting your wet core was breaking the eerie silence that had taken over the park house. your little whimpers of pleasure were taking jay to a whole other world as he tried to not fuck too hard into you.
both of you could feel the sweat start to build up in between you two, the passion and lust adding to the aura of the room.
"g-god jay, feels so good." you cried out to him, your hips starting to push back into his thrusts.
"yeah?" jay's voice let out a deep grunt- a deepness that you've never heard in his voice before. you nodded, your eyes closing in pleasure this time. "you really letting me ruin you, angel? no one else is going to be able to feel you as tight as i am, fuckin' strechin' your pussy so good, right?" jay almost let out a laugh at the way you clamped down on his cock.
"jay, oh god!" you cried out again, you swore you could feel his cock in your stomach he was fucking into you so deep.
"fuck, y/n, i might cum, baby." jay groaned out, kissing your neck to try to keep himself quiet.
"please, cum jay, i wanna feel you cum." you begged him, your hands pulling on his hair to hold onto him tighter.
his orgasm snuck up on him before he could even tell you that he was cumming. a dark groan escaped his lips as he started to fuck into you harder and faster- your tight, wet walls letting him. his hand snuck down and started rubbing your clit and an inhumane rate, making your hips jerk up to meet his.
"fuck!" jay groaned out, feeling your walls spasm with your own orgasm. you felt his cum fill his condom as you hit your high. both of you moaning into each other's ears at the feeling of the insane amount of pleasure. you let out whimpers of his name as you came down from your high, his fingers coming to a stop on your clit as he pulled out of you slowly.
jay pulled off his condom and threw it into the garbage bin beside his bed. your heavy breaths filled his bedroom as he lay down beside you, pulling his duvet (the one that he likes!) over both of your sweaty bodies. you moved over to rest your head on his chest, listening to the sound of his heartbeat slow down.
"are you okay?" jay asked you, his fingers stroking your hair away from your face.
"'m perfect." you mumbled into his warm skin, feeling tired from the 'exercise' you just did. "thank you."
jay scoffed, "you don't have to thank me, angel. i had fun, as long as you had fun."
"i had fun." you turned your head and smiled up at him. jay kissed your forehead in return, closing his eyes for a moment, taking in his present reality. you felt sleepiness take over both your bodies until your phone started ringing from the pile of clothes you and jay made on the side of his bed.
you groaned, and reached over him to search on the floor for your phone, the duvet falling off your hips leaving your bare ass for jay to see. out of something like instinct, jay smacked your ass playfully, making you look back at him with a roll of your eyes.
"hello?" you asked into your phone, sitting back beside jay, pulling the duvet over your bare body.
"y/n!" seeun said over the phone, "do you want to hang out and watch movies tonight? i'm near your house so i can stop at the corner store and get snacks before i come!" guilt washed over you at seeun's offer to hang out. usually every other friday you and seeun would hang out at your house and watch a series of movies together- you had completely forgotten that it would be this friday as well.
"oh uh, i'm sorry se, i'm not feeling good so i don't think it's a good idea if we do movie night tonight." you lied through your teeth, your hand coming up to rest on your forehead as you tried to not let it out that you were lying.
"aw! that's too bad! i hope your parents are taking good care of you so you feel better!" seeun pouted through the phone.
"they are! thanks so much, i'll see you monday, right?"
"right! feel better! love you!"
"love you, too! bye!" you sighed and hung up, feeling awful that you had to lie to your best friend.
"what's wrong?" jay asked, his hand rubbing your back for comfort.
"seeun likes to have movie nights on friday nights and i forgot." you replied honestly.
"oh shit, i'm sorry." jay sat up, feeling bad that you had to miss hanging out with your friend because of him.
"no, it's okay, you didn't know!" you reassured him with a smile. "i should get home, though, my parents wanted me home before they get home later."
"okay, angel." jay kissed your temple for the last time of the night, both of you standing up and getting dressed so jay could drive you home.
seeun stood across the street from your house. she could see that your parents weren't home since their car wasn't in the driveway. all the lights in your house were off, including your bedroom light, meaning that you most likely weren't home either.
seeun sighed as she hung up, hurt running through her as she realized you had lied to her. where is she? she thought to herself, throwing her phone in her pocket and picking up the bag of snacks she had bought for her and you to share before walking back to her house alone.
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since you had now become park jay's girlfriend, you had brought up the idea that you finally meet his friends.
jay really wanted you to meet his friends, but god did it make him nervous. he knew what his friends were like; they were assholes, and they liked to do dangerous things- but they didn't mean any harm per se, they just wanted to have fun.
the next weekend after losing your virginity to park jay, he invited you to come to a party so you could meet his small friend group. you were iffy about going to a party-having almost finished your high school career without not going to one. but since you would get to meet his friends- you pushed yourself to go.
jay held your hand tight as you walked into the party together. it was in some big house in the south end of seoul where apparently 'all the cool people partied'. you could hear the music down the sidewalk as you approached the party. there were strobe lights flashing out of the windows and cheers from kids partying inside.
the first thing you noticed when you walked into the party was that you did not belong. there were girls wearing practically nothing- compared to your short black skirt and baby pink crop top. the scent of weed and alcohol immediately filled your senses as you followed jay through the thick crowd of people, his hand never leaving yours in fear of losing you.
jay knew that you were nervous to go- and that you were going because of him and his friends. he knew that he'd have to watch himself tonight so he didn't mess things up between you and his friends. he already had a strict talk with his friends about being on their best behaviour for when they met you.
his friends were excited to meet you, some of them had only seen you from afar before, and they had really wanted to meet the girl that had stopped jay from being a total delinquent with them.
you almost bumped right into jay's back as he stopped suddenly, gently pulling on your hand so you could stand in front of him. there were six boys who all sat on the couch or chairs, four of them had red solo cups in their hands as they all cheered when they saw jay's familiar face.
they all looked familiar to you, having seen them around school or heard gossip about them from seeun.
"guys, this is y/n, y/n this is heeseung, jake, riki, jungwon, sunghoon and sunoo." jay introduced you over the loud music, pointing at each of them from left to right. they all smiled at you, some of them having bloodshot eyes from either the alcohol or drugs.
"hi y/n, it's nice to meet you!" one of them spoke up, the one being jungwon who seemed the soberest of them all. you smiled politely at him. "i heard you don't like to drink or anything so you can stay with me and riki all night, we don't do that stuff either." jungwon patted the boy on his right, riki smiling at you, too.
"she can stay all night with me too, guys." jay rolled his eyes at them, sitting down on a chair and grabbing at your hand for you to sit on his lap.
"yeah up until when? until you drink so much you throw up again?" the boy named sunghoon slurred, waving his hand at jay. you kept the smile on your face as you listened to him, trying not to think too much of it.
"he's joking, i haven't done that in a while." jay whispered in your ear.
"it's alright." you reassured him with a smile.
halfway through the night jay had convinced you to get up and dance with him, your bodies meshing in with the other sweaty dancers in the crowd as you all listened to the shitty house music that was making you go partially deaf.
it was fun to have jay grinding and laughing behind you, kissing your neck like he usually does. the rest of his friends had all dispersed around you, dancing on their own or with some girl that they obviously wanted to hook up with. it was interesting to see how they all acted together- some characteristics were just like you had heard within all the gossip- other things weren't even mentioned. they all looked out for each other, making sure that one of them doesn't drink or smoke too much.
"i gotta go piss." jay says in your ear while you were dancing. he felt you nod your head in response, "will you be okay for a second?" he felt you nod again, backing away from you but pointing at jake and jungwon from across the room that you'd be by yourself for a moment.
jungwon made his way to you, jake trudging along as he was definitely intoxicated from all the shots he had taken earlier in the night. you smiled as the two of them came into your sight, easily dancing with jungwon playfully. jake stayed beside you guys, swaying to the music with a smirk on his face that reminded you of jay's.
you were having fun dancing with jungwon, feeling jake stare at you every now and then when jungwon would twirl you in the middle of the dance floor.
"how the hell did jay get a girl like you?" you heard jake ask from beside you, making jungwon nudge him with a 'wtf' face.
"what do you mean?" you asked confused.
"you're just too pure." jake bit his lip as he scanned your face, "a goody two shoes." you gulped under jake's stare, jungwon having to snap jake's gaze away from you.
you saw a hand come from behind you a shove jake's shoulder a bit, "what're you doing, jakey?" you heard jay's voice say, an obviously annoyed tone evident.
"just asking y/n about what she sees in you." a playful smirk is on jake's face, he quirks his eyebrows up at you.
"bro, fuck off, you've had too much to drink." jay shoves him again, wrapping an arm around your waist.
"i got him jay, i'll take him back to heeseung's, it was nice to meet you y/n!" jungwon wrapped his arm around jake's shoulders, ushering jake away from you guys and towards an exit.
jay took your hand in his, guiding you through the crowd of people again, making his way to the front door with you behind him. when you were finally outside again, you didn't know how much you missed fresh air. the spring air felt crisp in your lungs as you walked hand in hand with jay down the sidewalk.
"i'm sorry about him," jay speaks for the first time since you've left the better, "he gets assholey when he's drunk, i didn't realize he was at the point of drinking."
"it's okay, jay." you mumbled, kissing his shoulder through his jacket as you continued to walk back to his house.
"what'd he say to you exactly?"
you hummed as you tried to remember, "something about me being a goody two shoes."
jay scoffed, "i'm sorry about him really, i can't believe he was even looking at you like that, i literally almost punched him."
"looking at me like what?"
jay quirked an eyebrow at you playfully, "you know, the way that i look at you."
"hm," you smirked, "didn't even notice."
"good," jay pulled you into him, "because you're mine, right?"
"just yours." you nodded, kissing his lips quickly.
the minute that you're back in jay's bedroom, the scent of alcohol and weed and sweat still on you, he's pushing you down onto his bed. you could tell from the moment jay saw how close jake got to you, that he was jealous. he tried to play it off while you were walking home, but you could tell with the way he kept you close to his side the entire way that he was a bit angry with his friends' actions.
jay nipped at your neck, making you moan out to him, "no marks, jay." you felt him pout against your skin at your warning.
"why? you said so yourself, you're mine. so why can't everyone else know?"
"my parents jay." you pulled him up and away from your skin. he sighed at the mention of them.
"can't we just tell them?"
"i want to, but we can't, not until we graduate, you know how they are."
jay continued to pout at you until his mischeif eyes returned, "fine, i wont leave marks on your neck."
jay starts to pull off your shirt, exposing your collarbones and the tops of your breasts. his lips attack your skin, sucking and biting until you're moaning under him at the possessive way he's marking your body.
you push him off so that you could unclip your bra, his hands helping slide it off of your tits before he's sucking at your nipples. your back arches into his warm mouth, and his hands start to slide off your skirt until he's throwing it over his shoulder.
"i like that skirt." jay mumbles into your skin, pressing open-mouthed kissing down your stomach to your thighs.
"yeah?" you ask breathless.
"yeah, black looks nice on you." he kisses below your belly button, "sexy."
"sexy?" you almost laugh, never in your life have you thought that you would look sexy.
"really sexy," jay came to your face, "why do you think jake couldn't stop staring at you?"
"he wasn't staring, jay." you kissed him passionately, sensing his worry. "if he was, i don't care, i only stare at you."
"i know angel, i know." he kissed your neck again, his finger tracing circles in your bare hips.
"no one else can fuck me like you, jay." you felt him groan at your words, the vibrations tickling your skin.
"is that what you want me to do? do you want me to fuck you, y/n?"
"please jay, i want you to fuck me so hard."
"okay, my angel." his hands grab onto your hips suddenly, flipping you over so your face is pressed against his mattress. "want me to fuck you like the bad girl we know you are?"
"yes! please!" you cried out, your hands searching for something to grab on to. you feel jay grab your forearms, shoving them together and locking them onto your back.
"leave your hands here." jay grunted out, you feel him stand up off of his bed. you hear shuffling as he undresses. "i need to play some music, i don't want my parents to hear." you hum in response to him, watching him turn his speaker on. angel by the weeknd started to fill his room and hopefully quietly down the hall to block out your future noises.
when you feel jay's hard dick press up against your thighs your body jolts with excitement. you felt him press one last soft kiss in the middle of your spin before he's pushing your upper half down into his mattress so that your ass was in the air for him.
his hands land a loud slap on your ass, making you jolt forward with a moan. "fuckin' love your ass, angel." he slaps your ass again with both hands, "wanted to see it for long, prancing around my room in your skirts, just beggin' for it, yeah?"
"yes, sir." you moan out before you could even stop yourself.
"sir?" you hear jay tease you, "my goody two shoes has a sir kink?" he laughs out, "god you're perfect." jay leans his face down so that his tongue can slide in between your folds, small circles around your clit quickly. you feel his lip piercing's cold metal brush over it ever so slightly before he's pulling away again.
jay reaches over your back, holding onto your locked hands that stayed so obediently behind your back. "i love the way you taste, so sweet, so good just like you." he mumbles into your skin, shoving his tongue into your hole quickly before he's taking it out again. he hears you whine into his mattress. "what's wrong, baby?" he asks in a mocked, caring tone.
"wanna feel you."
jay slapped your ass with his free hand, "ask nicely like the good girl you are."
"please, i want your tongue sir." you felt him smirk on your spin as he pressed a soft kiss before slapping your ass again.
"good girl." his breath was over your core again, "fuck you're so wet." he used his thumb to spread your folds open, cool air being blown on your bare core.
jay dragged the flat of his tongue against your slit, collecting all your juices and wetting you with his saliva. you moaned out into the pillow, feeling so incredibly turned on by him that it was almost too much already. the throbbing pain in your ass from his slaps only increased your pleasure more.
you started to grind your hips back into his face, making him laugh against your core. "are you trying to be a little slut?" he asked you, massaging your ass with his free hand, running his fingers over the red marks that were already appearing.
"'m sorr-ry sir, feels so good." you arched your hips to grind against him again.
at full force, jay started to fuck his tongue into your hole, groaning against your core at your taste. he really couldn't get over how good you tasted on his tongue. you really were an angel and he had you all to himself.
within what felt like a minute, jay had to fall apart on his tongue, his grip on your locked hands tightening as you started to shake against his tongue, he spanked your ass as you called out his name, your eyes closing as pleasure took over.
he pressed one final kiss to your wet core before standing up off his bed away from you, your hands falling to your sides from holding them in place for so long. soft whimpers still left your mouth as your high coursed through you. "you good, y/n?" he asked into your air, kissing your temple as your face was still pressed into his mattress.
"yes, sir." you replied obediently, smiling at him through your eyelashes. you heard him dig through his bedside drawer, plopping a condom packet on the bed before digging some more. you heard him mumble to himself before he closed the drawer.
you felt him get on his knees behind you again, pushing your front down again as he slipped the condom on. you could feel your juices mixed with his spit leaking down your legs. jay slid slowly into you, aware that this was only your second time having sex. "fuck, still so tight." he mumbled, sounding like there was something in his mouth. he let you adjust to his size for a moment.
your heavy breath was mixing in with another the weeknd song as you tried to control your clenching core around jay's cock. you heard lighter flicks from behind you suddenly, making you lean on your elbow to look at jay, who was lighting a cigarette in his mouth. you quirked an eyebrow up at him as you watched him inhale, throwing the lighter somewhere and blowing smoke out of his mouth.
"don't look at me like that." jay shook his head, "i was already at a party tonight with drugs and alcohol, and now i'm fucking you- i need something or else i'm not gonna last." you rolled your eyes at him, plopping your head back down into the mattress as you felt him start to fuck slowly into you.
his cock was already so deep in you that you didn't know how long you were going to last either. the slow r&b song urged jay to start fucking into you faster, gripping onto your waist as he fucked you into his mattress. he'd slow down every few thrusts, getting deep inside of you where he'd circle his hips, reaching everywhere inside of you.
you felt his hand reach underneath you, pinching your nipple before grabbing you by the neck and pulling you up your knees. you rested your head on his shoulder, your body jolting upwards everytime he fucked up into you. his other hand that wasn't holding you up held his cigarette, taking a puff every few seconds.
your hair had become a mess at this point, from the amount of times you had shoved your face into the mattress and now it was getting tangled as it hung over your body that rested against jay's.
you kept your eyes closed as you focused on the way jay was fucking you, making you moan out his name and be thankful for the music he had put on. the smell of sweat, jay's cologne and cigarette smoke filled his room as he continuously fucked deep inside of you.
the hand that was holding you up, slid down to your clit, rubbing wet circles around it, causing slick sounds to be heard in the room. "fuck, angel, clenching around me so damn tight."
"just for you, sir." you moaned out, turning your head so you could look him in the eyes.
"fuck." he growled out, throwing your body down onto the mattress again, his cock slipping out of you making you whine. he knelt over you, reaching to his bedside table to put the rest of his cigarette out.
his shoved his cock back into you forcefully, making you cry out his name.
"can you touch your clit for me angel? wanna feel you cum around my cock." he asked, grabbing onto your waist again and fucking into you at a fast pace.
"yes, sir." he watched your hand snake under your body and start circling the bud as he fucked deep inside of you to reach your high.
the sight of you trying to get yourself off while his cock was pleasuring you was almost too much for jay as he rolled his eyes back and swore out loud. your walls were spasming around him in now time, loving the way he was gripping onto you so tight.
he spanked your ass as you came, intensifying your skin as he continued to pound into you, reaching his own orgasm shortly after.
jay collapsed onto you, his cock still sitting in your wet and used walls. your heavy breaths filled the room as both of you tried to calm down from your orgasms.
when he felt his cock soften finally, he pulled out of you slowly, not wanting to overstimulate you more from how sensitive you were. he tied off the condom and threw it into the garbage bin beside his bed.
"i'll get you some water, angel." jay kissed your temple, rubbing your back briefly before throwing on some sweatpants and leaving for the kitchen.
the slow music still played through the speakers as you sat up in jay's bed, reaching over the side to grab something to cover in. jay's black band shirt was over your shoulders in an instant so you could lay back down. there was already a throbbing in your core from how hard jay was fucking into you- you knew that you wouldn't be able to move for the rest of the weekend but you didn't regret it at all.
jay came back with a soft smile on his face as he saw you in his shirt, in his bed, with his bite marks on your thights.
"here you go." jay gave you a glass of water and climbed to sit beside you in the bed, wrapping his duvet around you and him. "are you okay?"
you nodded as you set your glass of water down beside his burnt out cigarette, "'m perfect." jay smiled at you, pulling you into a deep kiss.
"you told your parents that you're sleeping at seeun's, right?" you hummed in response to his questions, "good, let's go to sleep, we're going to need it since exams are starting soon."
you groaned as you layed back with him, your head coming to rest on his chest. "don't remind me about exams right now."
"i'm sorry! i'm kinda excited for them."
"you're excited for exams?" you asked him.
"yeah, i've never studied for them before ."
you hummed in realization at his words, "maybe you are getting a halo, jay."
"maybe." you heard jay reply before the two of you fall asleep to the sounds of each other's breaths, both content with your relationship for the moment, unaware of lies.
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although jay said he was excited about exams, he didn't really know just how stressful studying for exams could be. it felt like there was an outweighing pressure on him whether he was studying or not.
and even though you were there beside him for majority of it, he still felt like he wasn't going anywhere. he hated sitting beside someone as smart as you, bothering you to help him when you needed to study as well.
you constantly told him that you didn't mind helping him (you were his tutor at first) but he just didn't believe you. he felt guilty distracting you from your own work when you're the one who actually has a bright future in front of them.
jay had been trying to be good for you the moment you started to tutor him. cutting out drugs and alcohol so quick for him was proven to be difficult very quickly. anytime that he was around his friends, he'd drink or smoke, not telling you what he was up to.
jay knew that he should've told you that he was still getting intoxicated, but he didn't want to disappoint you like he's done to his entire family and peers. he couldn't bear to see a disappointed look on your face because of his actions.
so friday night, when the stress of studying for exams became all too much, he let heeseung pick him up and take him to an almost end-of-the-year party.
and he drank and he smoked and he lost himself in the shitty house music that he swore he hated. every time the thought of you came into his mind, he took another shot to try to distract himself from how much of a disappointment he was. everyone was right, you were too good for him.
that disappointed look from you came all too quickly when he woke up the next day to you shoving his shoulder, waking him up in his bed. it took him a second to realize where he was and what the hell was going on, but once he did oh god was he fucked.
"y/n!" he jumped out of bed, only wearing those grey sweatpants that you liked on him so much. "i-"
"it's whatever, jay," you put your hand up to him, frustrated that he had gone out and got intoxicated behind your back. "i'll talk to you monday when you're not hungover."
"y/n." he grabbed your arm, stopping you from leaving his bedroom, "i'm sorry! i just, exams! i didn't think they'd be so stressful!" you couldn't look at him as he explained himself, feeling lied to was the worse thing you could feel.
"you could've at least told me you were going to a party," you mumbled to him, wondering if he had hooked up with any girls last night.
"i know! you're right! i'm a fucking asshole. i'm sorry, i tried to be good for you- i did!"
you sighed as he kept apologizing to you, wondering how many times exactly he's lied to you about being somewhere or being sober.
"y/n, look at me." his voice sounded weak as he said your name again. you forced yourself to look at him, tiredness evident on his face from the night he had. "i am sorry. i like you so much i-."
"do you like me?" you cut him off, "because if you did i don't know why you'd lie to me about this."
"of course i fucking like you! i can't go a second through my day without thinking about you! i have to drink to stop thinking about you and how much of a disappointment i am to you! it's so hard trying to be good i- i'm just not."
your hand grabbed jay's face, making him look you in the eyes, "park jay." you made him listen to you, "you are not a fucking disappointment." jay's eyes widen at your use of language, never hearing you swear before in his life, "you don't have to be good for me. no one is exactly good, take me for an example. i understand that you like to drink and smoke and party and whatever! i just hate knowing that you're wasting your life away when you have so much potential! i don't care if you smoke or drink i just want you to be able to have a good future! i didn't mean to make it sound like you had to go behind my back to do those things! so i'm sorry." you confessed to him, feeling guilty yourself for putting pressure on him to feel like he's not good enough for you.
jay sighs at your confession, the weight on his shoulders leaving as he realizes his own stupid mistakes. "it's okay. i'm still sorry that i did those things behind your back." he nodded, moving forward to rest his chin on your shoulder.
you wrap your arms around him, smiling as he almost knocks you over by leaning his entire weight on you, "it's okay. next time, we should just talk about these things, i don't want there to be any more miscommunication, okay?"
"okay, angel." jay nodded, pulling away so he could smash his lips onto your own, kissing you like it's the first time all over again.
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new fact: walking into school with park jay holding your hand will 100% cause everyone to stop and stare at you.
"what do we do?" you whispered to him, continuing your way to your locker.
"just don't look at them, they're fucking annoying." he grunted at you, hating everyone in the school.
"jay!" you hissed at him.
"sorry! you asked!" he shoved you playfully, pulling you back into him by your hand.
"what the hell?" you heard a familiar voice behind you. both you and jay turn at the sudden declaration.
seeun stood behind you, a disgusted look on her face as she looked at you, jay and your intertwined hands.
"seeun." you said her name, pulling your hand away from jay out of instinct.
"save it, y/n. now i know that this is who's been keeping you so busy." seeun pointed at jay, "so busy that you can't hang out with your best friend."
"seeun i'm sorry! i didn't mean for it to be like this!" you tried to explain, but she turned on her heel and stormed through the crowd of students until she was gone. you turned and looked at jay, an upset expression on your face.
"go after her, i'm fine." jay smiled at you, nodding towards the direction where seeun went. you smiled at him, pulling him in for a kiss that made everyone gasp before you ran down the hall where seeun went.
you pushed into the girl's bathroom where you saw her disappear, her bent-over figure leaning over the bathroom sink.
"seeun." your voice makes her head jolt up, a scowl on her face when she sees that it's you. "i'm sorry."
"you're sorry?" seeun says, standing up straight. "you have nothing to be sorry for y/n." she says in a mocked tone, "you're just throwing your life away with some misfit delinquent. go ahead! as if i care!"
"seeun!" you hiss at her, not believing the way she was speaking to you. "it's not like that! he's not like that!"
"he's not a misfit?" seeun laughs in your face, "then what the hell is he? and why is a girl like you dating a guy like park jay?"
god you were getting so sick of that phrase.
"because i'm a misfit too! i don't fit in in this society either! and that's all i ever wanted! i'm fucking happy seeun!"
seeun gasped at your confession before she scoffed, "who even are you?" she asked, shoving past you and exiting the bathroom.
you stood in silence with your jaw dropped open as you walked toward the mirror. you wiped your face from the fallen tears that managed to escape because of your best- ex best friend.
the toilet flushing in one of the stalls behind you made you stand up straight, looking at yourself in the reflection as if anything was fine.
park sieun with her pretty orange hair walked up behind you, washing her hands in the sink beside you.
"you shouldn't listen to her," she spoke to you for the first time in your whole high school career.
"what?" you asked confused, wondering if she even knew who she was talking to. sieun dried her hands before looking at you.
"don't listen to yoon seeun. it's hard for someone to be friends with her. she cares too much about fitting in in this world when that's so hard to do. once she realizes just how much of a 'misfit' someone is, she cuts them out of her life."
"oh." you nod, looking down at your hands, remembering that sieun and seeun used to be friends. "oh."
sieun smiles at your realization, "i'm a misfit too y/n, believe it or not. so don't listen to seeun. and i think it's cool that you're dating jay, whether or not your high school reputations allow it or not, who cares, just have fun."
you smile at her words, feeling a bit better now that you've realized just how much high school stereotypes and cliques can really ruin a person.
"thank you sieun, really."
"it's no problem." she shakes her pretty head, "good luck on your exams." she pats your shoulder and leaves the bathroom as the bell rings.
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within the last few days of high school, yoon seeun had already found a new 'best friend' as she sat with her at your and seeun's old cafeteria table. it made your stomach feel sick when you walked in and someone sitting in 'your' spot. you really were just so replaceable to seeun.
an arm wrapped around your shoulder as the frown deepened at the sight, "just come sit with us outside, it'll be fun." jay spoke from behind you, making you smile up at him.
hanging out with jay and the rest of the 'misfits' was something you never thought that you'd do. but fitting in with them was a lot easier than fitting in with the rest of the world.
jake apologized for the last time you had partied with them, feeling guilty for being such an asshole drunk. but you only smiled and hugged him, catching the wink jay threw to you over his shoulder.
you fit in with the rest of the boys so much that it made them even want to study for their exams. so you all made flashcards and makeshift quizzes and studied in heeseung's bedroom until you rotted.
they all groaned when you told them they had more questions to do, but in the end it worked out the best for them.
jay, sunghoon and jake all graduated that year with you, all of them thankful that you had become their tutor. they had joined heeseung at the local state college, grateful that somewhere had accepted them with their last-minute grades.
you ended up getting accepted into a university a few hours away from seoul, wanting to still get away from your strict parents.
the boys were sad that they wouldn't see you as much. it put worry on you and jay for how much you'd see each other by being hours away from each other every day.
but you made a promise to call and to visit once a month.
and you were perfect with that.
because you and jay need each other.
your relationship can work through the distance as it's worked through the changes you had to make for the better of the both of you.
you were too good and he was too bad- you had to find the balance through each other.
and now park jay hates everyone except for you (and maybe heeseung)
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shybunny · 9 months ago
🔞 this post contains erotic writing intended for adults. do not interact with this post if you are a minor/under eighteen
🥰 somnophilia, thigh humping, fingering, teasing, begging, edging
He always falls asleep first. He’s on his back with one of his arms around you, and you’re snuggled up against his side, your legs tangled with his. You’re way too horny to fall asleep. You keep having all kinds of lewd thoughts, and you can feel your pussy getting wetter and wetter. You want to wake him up and beg him to fuck you, but would he get mad at you if you did that? Your whole cunt is throbbing, so hard it almost hurts. If you just pressed yourself against his thigh, maybe it would help alleviate the ache, enough for you to fall asleep. You shift carefully closer until your wet panties are pressed against the thick muscle of his upper thigh. You bite back a whimper as pleasure shoots through you from your clit all the way into your core. You want to start humping so bad, but you don’t dare; you just press your needy wet folds harder against him, letting the pressure stimulate your aching clit. Your pussy clenches involuntarily, and it feels so good you do it again, and again, until you can’t stop. You’re worried he’ll be able to feel you clenching against him through your underwear but it feels so good and you’re so turned on. You start humping his thigh, you can’t help it, your pussy is so achy and drippy, you need to cum. You buck your hips in tiny little thrusts, barely suppressing your pathetic whimpers as you hump your needy little clit against his thigh. Your crotch is soaked, pussy trembling and clenching, panting against his shoulder as you mindlessly buck your hips, wanting to cum so bad, forgetting about everything except for how good it feels between your legs. Your humping is so fast and desperate now that there’s no way he's going to stay asleep, but no matter how hard you buck your hips you can’t push yourself over the edge, and you can’t make yourself stop either, you need to cum. You can’t keep quiet anymore, you’re so needy and frustrated that you start whimpering out loud.
You can’t keep this up for much longer, you’re getting too tired, but the second your hips start to slow their frantic pace, he grabs your shoulder and pushes you onto your back, with one arm still around you and your head cushioned against his bicep. You have no idea how long he’s been awake, but you completely stop thinking as he slips his big hand past the waistband of your panties and runs two calloused fingertips up and down your dripping wet slit. He starts rubbing your clit with practiced skill, in slow broad circles that get tighter and faster, making you squirm and moan. He’s gonna make you cum so fast, your belly’s already on fire, tightening up as you get closer and closer to cumming. But just when you start to get really close he stops, pulling his fingers away. You whimper and jerk your hips in frustration, and he chuckles darkly against your ear. “No please please please,” you whimper, “I’m so close, I need to cum.” As you whine he slides his wet fingertips up your stomach, up to your chest to circle one of your nipples, making you shiver and clench. You clumsily thrust your hips, uselessly humping the air, whimpering and whining just from the friction of your panties against your clit. “You’re so cute when you can’t cum,” he murmurs, running his fingertip up your wet slit through the material of your underwear, lightly circling your clit and making you pant with frustration. He cups your whole crotch in his big warm hand, pressing the heel hard into your clit as you buck and thrust, and your clit pulses hard, making you gasp, eyes flying wide open, but he pulls his hand away just before you can cum. You’re humping the empty air again, frantically rambling and begging, “Please please make me cum, please, I need to cum, I need to cum,” chanting it like a mantra while he toys with you. “One more edge, baby.” “No please—” “One more edge and then you can cum.” He’s only touching you through your underwear now, lightly circling your clit with his fingers, then pressing and stroking hard and fast, your breath coming in gasps as you try not to cum too soon and ruin your orgasm. He brings you to the edge one more time, then presses his hand flat against your soaking wet cunt to feel your pussy trembling against his fingers. Your whole body is wound tight, eyes locked on his face, desperately begging him to make you cum. Finally he slides his hand back into your panties and you let out a sound that’s half moan, half sigh as he gently toys with your wet folds. He pulls you closer as he starts to rub your clit harder and faster with no stopping, sending pulses of pleasure shooting through your cunt, whispering praise into your ear as your moans get louder and louder until it suddenly hits you and you arch off the bed, yelling for him to keep rubbing, it feels so good, you’re cumming so hard, squeezing your thighs together and grinding your pulsating cunt into his fingers. It feels like it goes on forever, and in that moment you love how long he spent winding you up, how he made you wait for it, how he made it feel so much better for you, until you finally collapse back onto the bed, gasping and completely spent, cunt weakly trembling with aftershocks. He kisses the top of your head, chuckling softly to himself, and then he falls back asleep with his arms wrapped tightly around you.
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luke-o-lophus · a month ago
In Other Words
Summary: Your poison of choice for unhealthy coping mechanism is being fucked by Marc
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Warnings: Pure smut, 18+, female reader, PWP, rough sex, pain play,spanking, cropping, nipple play, unprotected PIV, mild degradation?, subspace, aftercare
Marc pulls back from the kiss almost forcefully, his eyes wide and hair wild. You whine at the absence, gripping the back of his strongly and climbing further onto his lap. He opens his mouth to say something but your lips devour them again, swallowing his whine of surprise. But he's pulling back again, panting, holding you away from himself by your shoulders.
"What?", you demand between breaths, tugging at his hair. Marc huffs at your tone,"Is this really how you want to cope?" You scoff, rolling your hips almost aggressively. "Oh please", you seethe. "You should be the last person to judge for this...besides.." Another roll of hips. "Don't pretend you don't want me"
"I do want you", he hisses, pulling your face closer by your chin. "Do you realize what you're asking for?" That makes you smirk slightly. What does he think you are, some innocent porcelain doll? "Oh Spector", you coo, releasing the grip on his hair in favour of twirling s curly strand around your finger. "Scared to fuck me, are you? Think you'll break me?" He raises a brow at that taunt, wondering what went down to bring you to this state. Your words breaks him off his trance, a whisper of, "Then fucking break me. Do it."
Against his best judgement, Marc feels his core twist deliciously at the words. Long brown fingers wrap around your throat as he regards you carefully for a moment. "Remember your safewords", he instructs in a single moment of gentleness before he's pushing you off his lap. You scramble off, quickly following his barked order to turn around and hold your ass up. You're expecting his fingers, or even his cock, but you're rewarded with a sharp slap on your cheek. You nearly let out your gasp of surprise, but Marc is indifferent. More slaps follow, your soft flesh shaking and flattening on impact before bouncing back to its original shape, only to be met with his hand again moments later. He soon has you panting and groaning, ass and thighs a mess of dark handprints.
"You ...think..you..can..fucking...order me...around...", he punctuates with brutal slaps to your cheeks. You whimper, clawing the sheets beside your face. "I can break you without even taking my pants off, sweetheart" , his words come in a near vicious hiss.
"Fuck you", you mutter under your breath. Marc's hand falters, comes to rest on the warm swell of your sore ass. He is quiet for a few, kneading the reddened globe of flesh with little gentleness. "So be it", he says simply, rolling you over to face him. "I would've fucked you if you'd acted nice. See where this gets you", he slaps the side of a breast. "Maybe I'll just slap you around till you cum, honey. You're fucking dripping." He pointedly glances at your glistening core, a soft whisper of, "Colour, baby?"
"Green", you breathe, rubbing your thighs together. But Marc is quick to notice that and pries them apart, kneeling between your legs. Grabbing each nipple in a hand, he twists them till you're sweating, too proud to admit it hurt. "Brat", he chides at your stubbornness. "Suit yourself". The crop is produced out of seemingly nowhere, and it slaps quickly onto your quivering breast. "Fuck!", you curse immediately, and he punishes the slip with two more well places hits on the sides of your breasts. You whine when the crop catches your nipples next, and then it's just marks criss-crossing, faint red lines on top of each other. It's hot, delicious agony. Your core throbs, pulsing around nothing, your soft sensitive breasts quickly colouring under the torment while your squirming grounds your sore behind into the mattress. There's only so much you can take. "P-please", you moan, jumping at the sharp snap on one swollen, puffy nipple. "Please Marc..."
"Mm-hmm?", he hums casually, stopping the hits for a minute to lean in and suck one throbbing nipple into his wet mouth. You feel the tip of his tongue lap at the bud, thrashing it from side to side. Your core clenches painfully trying to chase that high. But it's not enough, him pinching the other bruised nipple isnt enough either. You need more, to be filled, stretched to your limits. "Please, I need you, please", your begging is barely coherent now. "Marc please, babe, fuck...I can't...please"
Marc falters again, pulling back and looking down at your form. You're beginning to weep, eyes scrunched shut in pain and desire, breasts red and swollen. "i will", he assures. "But give me one first" He drops the crop to grab both breasts in his hands, massaging the soft, gorgeous flesh as you give a sharp cry. "Oh god", you groan. He was gonna make you cum from your breasts alone.
His nails drag on your puffy nipples, then grab them harshly while tugging at them. You immediately respond by lifting your hips, your hips bucking desperately as the pain-pleasure climbs to some peak. You're panting, delirious, your entire consciousness centered on two buds of pleasure in a sea of throbbing ache. It takes one vicious roll to have you toppling over the edge, crying out as the wave hits you in full force, your back arching clean off the bed.
Marc is fully naked when you get your bearings, pumping his cock a few times in his hands. He maybe waits just long enough for your eyes to focus. And then he's grabbing your thighs, pulling them apart and spearing you with one rough thrust. Your entire body jolts at the sensation, mouth opening in a silent scream. He's already pistoning his hips, grounding onto your clit at every thrust. You're soon whining, his dick touching something deep and devastating that was making your vision go white. His hips move faster, harder, the only sound that of flesh slapping onto each other, the only sensation him between your legs, the only voice Marc urging you to let go....
You're brought back by gentle touches. A hand rubbing up and down your arm, slowly. Soft kisses to your brow. Fingers tracing your hip. You blink blearily at the voice talking to you, voice oh so soft. "Marc?", you whimper doubtfully. "Am here", the voice clears a little. "Am right here, baby. You're safe, did so well." You nod quietly, unmoving. Marc continues talking, soft praises hummed into your ears, as his fingers brought you back into the real world.
"We can talk later", he offers minutes later when he's arranging cool washcloths on your wounded breasts. You nod in agreement before mumbling a soft apology. That earns you a chiding remark, and several kisses to your forehead. "You did well too", you mumble, snuggling to his chest when he finally finishes fussing over you and lies down. "You might disagree tomorrow", he chuckles, his hands gently massaging the soreness from your buttcheeks. You shrug, kissing his collarbone, curling up tight to him. "Too early to worry, then", you answer.
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jesus-in-the-womb · a month ago
How about Steve Harrington soft smut where he's dating Dustin's older sister and she kisses the pout off Steve's lips and leaves him dazed after their sex when she tells him that he isn't invited to the Henderson sibling hang out (I love the idea of Dustin being best friend with his older sister)?
i honestly love this, time to showcase whipped!Steve x fem!reader..... this better be cute, otherwise, I'm throwing away my laptop and never writing again!!
Warnings: slight dirty talk, unprotected sex (wrap it please!), !reader is on the pill, breeding kink (is it really Steve H. smut without a breeding kink?), soft dom!Steve, sub!reader.
"Fuck baby, so good to me." Steve all but broke your bedframe, pounding your body into the mattress with a force you'd only see sprout when he was desperate. His hips smacked into your ass, jolting you forward, forcing you to press your hands onto the wood, praying you wouldn't go flying. The second he arrived at your house, he began to strip. You weren't complaining, but the suddenness of his arousal threw you off course, this was supposed to be a study date.
"Fuck, Steve, just like that." you moaned back at him, hoping to reach your climax for the night, praying you both had enough time before your brother arrived home from the Wheeler house.
"You like that? Huh, pretty girl? Fuck, you're tight, baby." his hands gripped your hips harshly, surely leaving bruises in his wake. Neither of you minded, the two of you constantly leaving possessive marks on the other, only in places you could hide.
You could feel the coil in your stomach winding tight, pulling against your tummy with its impending release, you were close. And by the thrashing behind you, you could tell your boyfriend was as well. His pace quickened, dick twitching inside your velvet walls as he chased his release.
"S'close, Stevie, make me cum." you pushed your ass back into his hips, meeting his thrusts halfway in attempt to release the pressure in your belly.
"Me too baby, gonna let me cum in you? Huh?" you nodded, pressing your forehead down into your sheets, your knees aching and thighs trembling. Steve sped up at this, growing more aroused with the promise of releasing inside you. He loved the way you'd clench around him, milking his cock dry and making him wish you weren't on the pill. Steve would literally die from joy if you'd told him you were pregnant. Luckily, the two of you were old enough to have a child, but you'd made it apparent to the fluffy-haired boy that you wanted to wait, hoping to graduate college before you were popping out his 'Harrington brood'.
Your knees buckled, finally giving out on you after you'd been forcing them to stay up for some time. It didn't affect Steve as much as you thought it would, his arm wrapping around your chest and pulling your back flush to his front. He forced you back up onto your knees, placing his head on your shoulder and giving you a soft kiss on your cheek. You moaned out, a hand flying up to hold his forearm while the other stayed glued to his hip. He fucked up into you, holding you tight so you wouldn't fall over. He loved this position, albeit, not as much as missionary, but he still loved it. He enjoyed having you close, feeling your warmth encase him inside and out, your body giving into his ministrations and letting him do as he pleased.
His thrusts grew sloppy in pace, yet the harshness never dissipated, still having you on the verge of being flung across your bed with each jolt forward. He let you go, holding back a laugh at how easily you fell onto your front, slowly climbing to lay next to you, turning your body onto its' side without removing his cock from you, sending soft thrusts into your heat. This had to be your favorite part of intimacy with Steve, where you went from fucking, to making love. He was always gentle during sex, making sure you were comfortable and okay, but this was different. His hands were soft on your skin, sending you soft squeezes here and there, placing comforting kisses on your shoulder blade.
His hand snaked around your waist, pulling you flush to him before trailing down to your clit, pressing harsh circles into the bundle of nerves. Between his cock pumping lovingly into your cunt, and his fingers rubbing you pointedly, you felt the coil in your stomach snap. Your walls spasmed around him, forcing out his orgasm as you clamped down on him. He shot hot ropes of cum into you, moans and gasps of air surrounding the two of you in the midst of your orgasms. He held you tight, relishing in the feeling of you fluttering around him in oversensitivity. Now, this was Steve's favorite part. When you clung to him, coming down from your high and happily keeping his cock in your warmth.
The two of you lay there, soaking up the pure bliss of ecstacy, until his cum started to leak out, sliding down his cock and onto your thankfully white sheets. He haphazardly pulled out, leaving you to whine from the loss of contact.
"Let's get you cleaned up, sound good, pretty girl?" he asked, rubbing your arm in comfort as you nodded, slowly sitting up with him as he grabbed a towel off your desk chair. It was clean, having been used a few hours prior to dry your body from shower water. He pressed the cloth gently to your core, wiping his release from your center. He placed a kiss on your inner thigh, wiping himself clean afterward and tossing the towel into your laundry bin.
You stood abruptly, picking your cloth shorts up from the floor in hopes to be dressed, hearing the sound of your brother carelessly throwing his bike to the concrete. Steve mirrored your rushed actions, pulling you in for a kiss once you were both fully clothed.
"Any way I can convince you to let me join the mysterious 'Henderson Sibling Fun Night'?" he asked, choosing to use the label your little brother had picked out years ago. Steve had been asking, no, begging you for months to let him join, going as far as eating you out in attempts to woo you into agreeing. You never did, your curly-haired brother would chew you out if he saw the Harrington boy sitting on your couch instead of pulling out of your driveway.
"Nope," you pecked his lips, patting your hand against his cheek and prancing out of your bedroom door, "keep dreamin', pretty boy."
He chuckled, shaking his head, but ultimately following you out into the living room. Dustin was throwing down multiple convenience store bags onto the coffee table, watching you open the living room closet to grab board games and VHS tapes for your Friday night endeavors.
"Hi Steve," the boy beamed, waving at him before walking towards the front door. He flung it open, dropping his smile whilst pointing out into the night, "bye Steve."
Your boyfriend scoffed, glaring at your giggling form before making his exit, "yea yea, later asswipe." he turned to you, blowing you a kiss and sending a charming wink your way, " g'night, pretty girl."
In looooooveee with this one here peeps. lmk if this was up to your standards with smut. I obviously had to include to arguing dynamic of Stevie boy and DustyBun.
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sugarwithtea · 3 months ago
shut up and kiss me (m) || jjk
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pairing : boyfriend!jungkook x fem!reader
genre : smut, pwp, established relationship, boyfriend au
rating : m (18+); minors dni
summary : Your boyfriend couldn't resist himself when you walked out in that dress and especially when you started arguing with him.
word count : 2.2k
warnings : swearing, extensive making out, grinding, teasing, oral sex (f. recieving), slight handjob, fingering, multiple orgasms, multiple sex positions, unprotected sex (y'all be safe), riding, dirty talk?, nipple play, overstimulation, praise kink 😔, confessions of love between sex, the reader likes to be a lil dom at times but it's mainly jkay, and h o r n y j k!!!!
author's note : this is my first drabble and the first attempt at writing pwp. idea was so spontaneous. hope y'all like it! thankyou so much to @highly-functioning-mitochondria for beta reading it ;)) love ya nix <3
mood : into it - chase atlantic
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"Because I wanted to fuck my girlfriend"
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All your words die as his lips swallow them.
You are up against the wall as his mouth devours you whole. You hear him slamming the door with one of his hands while the other lands on your waist and kneads the flesh there. He pulls away and speaks against your lips.
"Shut up and kiss me." and he attaches his lips to yours once again.
Almost immediately you feel him glide his tongue over, asking for entrance which you give eagerly. He places his free hand beside your head and kisses you with new found vigor, pressing himself flush against your body.
"Jungkook." you whimper when he dips his head to kiss a trail from your earlobe to the base of your throat, going down and down until he pauses at your breastbone.
"At last I have you all for me." he says as he falls to his knees, kissing your bare stomach as his hands fiddle with the hem of your crop top playfully. 
"Do you know how hot you looked the whole night? Especially when you got angry at me for getting us out of there early."
He pulls your skirt down in a single motion and his eyes glint when he sees the black thong you've been wearing.
"Oh so you ushered me out quickly because you wanted to fuck me?"
"Because I wanted to fuck my girlfriend." you can feel the smirk in his voice when his hands grip your inner thigh and swings your leg over his shoulder, kissing your sex through the fabric. Your breath hitches as you tilt your head back and he pushes aside the cloth and marvels at your wetness.
His words had spurred you on and especially his eagerness to want you. Your wetness was quite evident, almost dripping when he used a single finger and rubbed it against your folds. You audibly let out a moan when he brought that finger to your cunt, still teasing you and not putting it inside. 
"Jungkook, don't play right now." you hiss out as he leaves a chaste kiss on your inner thigh.
"Eager now, are we?"
"Learned from the best." and he dips his finger inside you as soon as you say these words, almost as if he was spurred by them. You inhale sharply at this as he lets out a low, raspy laugh.
You look down and see a pair of dark, lidded eyes staring back at you. He curls his finger inside you as you arch your back, all while holding eye contact with you. Oh god, if it's not the hottest thing he does every time. He almost immediately latches his mouth at your clit and you feel all your sanity run away.
You moan at his ministrations at your clit, as he deliciously devours it, your hands finding solace in his dark, thick locks. He sucks at your clit and you tug at his hair tighter, heaving your body up and down. As soon as you tug at his hair, he lets out a low moan, sending vibrations through your pussy, unnerving you more and more. Another finger of his teases your entrance and he sloppily makes out with your pussy. He stretches you out with his second finger when his eyes catch your sight.
Chest heaving up and down, eyes half closed and almost rolled to the back of your head, eyebrows knitted in pleasure and lips swollen by the extensive make out and him biting on them, you looked like a fucking goddess to him. The dim lighting of the room only made you look more alluring and the rising tent between his legs started making him uncomfortable.
All night he had been trying to compose himself but yet slipped when you placed your hand on his thigh in a casual conversation. He couldn't do anything but smile it away, all your friends around you having dinner. He was not ashamed at being horny for his girlfriend and wanting to take you there in the restroom but he knew you would have been, and he wanted to treat you right, no matter what.
He grins as he finds himself between your legs, eliciting lewd noises from you and humming out praises to turn you on more. He curls his fingers inside your sex hitting your g spot and you might just rip his hair out from the intensity with which you are gripping him. You bite at your lip to stop yourself from shouting out loud when he says,
"Don't do that. Wanna hear how good I'm making you feel, baby."
Oh no. You could feel your arousal trickling down your thighs and seeing this, Jungkook picks up his pace, now hitting spots inside you that have you withering against the wall. You could feel your orgasm building up by every passing second and when you look at him staring at you with that goddamn lust in his eyes, kissing your clit and rubbing at your folds with his thumb skillfully, you break down for good.
You roll your eyes back as your orgasm washes over you, tugging at his hair tighter and shouting his name loudly. He laps at your cum like a man starved and the high takes over your mind as you soon fall limp in his hold.
He stands up and you look at him through half closed eyes, grabbing at his black button up to pull him closer. Jungkook states you straight in your eyes when he brings his fingers to his mouth, licking them clean of your cum.
Oh, you are absolutely fucked.
Opening up his buttons from the top you kiss his chest and speak against it.
"You. Inside. Me. Now."
He laughs heartily and within the next second, his thigh is wedged between your legs, your pussy sitting right on it, him moving his thigh against it. You whimper against his chest as you unconsciously grind on his thigh. Holding you by your waist, he sneaks a hand around it and grabs your hair, pulling it down sensuously to have access at your neck and dives straight ahead to nip at it.
All this while, you feel the urge to have him inside you again. In any way, you want him. You stop moving and pull him closer to your lips by the collar,
"What did I just say, babe?" you ask him sensually, yet with a sense of dominance.
He leans back with his eyes wide in amusement as he speaks,
"You want me inside you." and he grins that fucking grin again, one that makes you want to have him lodged inside you all night and day, to have him fuck you senselessly. 
"So stop wasting time." you lead him to your bed with your hold on his collar and make him sit on his edge. You climb up onto his lap and start kissing him once again, tasting yourself on his tongue as he fights you for dominance and eventually wins. He grabs you by the waist and sets you aside, standing up to undress himself.
You have seen him naked millions of times but still can never stop yourself from staring at his oh so perfectly sculpted body with a completion similar to that of a Greek god. His abs are on full display and his thighs look inviting as his hard dick slaps against his taut abdomen. You almost drool at the sight of it standing all veiny and big. 
Soon, you find yourself getting rid of your crop top and him settling against the headboard, pulling you onto his lap by your wrist. He eyes your breasts excitedly and dives down to take one of your nipples in his mouth. He swirls his tongue around it and then captures the already hardened nub between his nipples. You whimper incredulously at this and grab his shoulders. 
You rake your perfectly manicured nails against his chest and bring them down to his cock, taking it in your hands and fisting it slowly. The gentle act makes Jungkook jerk a little at your breast and he grabs the other one to stabilize himself.
You start jerking him, giving him a lazy handjob. He moans between your breasts, alternating between them when he suddenly stops all movement and holds your hand to stop yours too.
"You wanted me inside you, yeah?"
You stare at him with a hint of a smirk and heave yourself upwards, with the support of his shoulders while nodding a yes. He takes his cock and aligns it with your center when suddenly you lean back, your hands now resting on his knees and body arched back.
You angle yourself in a way so that your folds rub his bare cock, wetting it from your arousal. He lets out a surprised groan at it and tilts his head back against the headboard from the pleasure. You then take his dick in your hand and smear the pre cum gathered at its tip across his cock covered in your arousal. Aligning it with your center, you sit on it and both of you gasp at the contact.
"Oh my god, Y/N. You're so fucking tight." he rasps out.
You unconsciously clench around him and he grabs your waist tighter. Slowly, you start to move on top of him. Sheathed inside your walls, his cock hits all the right spots even when he’s doing the bare minimum. You couldn't stop the lewd sounds coming out of your mouth. Your nails make marks on his shoulder as you pick up pace and soon enough you are bouncing over him, your ass slapping his thighs continuously. 
The moans he lets out are fucking heaven for your ears. He connects his lips with yours and swallows all the noises coming out of your mouth. He moves under you, thrusting upwards slowly. Soon enough, it's him pounding into you while you tug at his hair and nip at his earlobe, moaning right into his ear.
He leaves open mouthed kisses at your neck and holds you tight against your body as he starts a ruthless pace of thrusting into you. The lewd noises coming out of both of your mouths can make anyone and everyone feel embarrassed, the wet noises of the pounding being the cherry on top. You feel your second high build up and you start chanting his name while trying to hold yourself.
"Ah Y/N." he groans and feels you clenching around him continuously. He knows you are close and that's when he pulls out of you suddenly, you disappointingly whimpering with a pout at the loss of his cock inside you and flips you over.
In a few seconds you find your cheek pressed against the mattress and ass hovering in the air. He wastes no time in entering you again and bottoms out in a single motion, continuing to fuck you mercilessly. You cry out loud at the spots he hits inside you in the new position driving you into a state of ecstasy. Your orgasm inches closer and closer as the knot starts building up. You fist the sheets tightly and shout his name as the headboard creaks against the wall.
He grabs the sheets beside your head and kisses the top of your head.
"I fucking love you so much, babe." and he chants your name like a mantra in between his erratic moans. His confession (which you had heard a million times) was the final straw and you tumbled down the edge, your orgasm making you shout his name out louder than ever and then fall completely limp under him.
The ecstasy that drives your state of mind is crazy. You could feel yourself almost floating when you register Jungkook's scream of pleasure in your bliss.
Tears mark your face as you feel yourself slipping out of your high when the overstimulation hits you. He collapses over your limp body while shooting ropes of cum inside you. The heat and feeling of his cum makes you roll your eyes back as he slowly regains his breath over you.
Pulling out, both of you cringing at the feeling, he settles down beside you and pulls you flush against him, your tits pressed against his chest.
"Do you know how beautiful you look when you're all fucked out?" he kisses your nose and looks at you with adoration in his already fucked out eyes.
"Stop it, Jeon" you say as you playfully squeeze your hands tighter around his torso while looking at him with flustered eyes.
"Okay, okay" he giggles but soon his eyes get dark again, the ones which remind you of a moonless night and fantasies you better not mention.
"Fun fact, my love." 
Oh my god, his voice has gone an octave down. You smirk a little at him being horny again and obediently nod your head to hear him further.
"I almost cummed in my pants while eating you out."
That's enough. Your bliss flips a switch and turns into lust as soon as you hear those words and a shiver runs down your spine straight to your pussy, it aching once again to feel something inside it. You entwine your hand around his neck and pull him closer, his lips having a hint of a smirk and eyes lidded with horniness and amusement.
"Shut up and kiss me, Jeon."
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thvhoe · 2 months ago
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Athlete!fuckboy!JJK x Student!reader
When someone learns that Jungkook has been secretly keeping a puppy in his room despite not being allowed to, he turns to ask the only other person who knows about his secret for help. And suddenly you two—who had long been bitter enemies—get very close.
College AU, Football Player AU, E2L, smut, fluff
Word Count:
~ 15k ~
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annesthaeticc · 7 months ago
Stuck | Dr. Strange x Fem!Reader
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Stuck | Dr Strange x Fem Reader [Rated 18+]
| a smut fic
| 1713 words
| RATED 18+. PWP, very little plot, unprotected sex, creampie, dirty talk
| NOTE: so yeah, this one's short. and it's a smut fic. this came to mind while i was washing the dishes and i needed to post it so i wouldn't forget i had this idea. anyway, again, this is a smut fic, so if ur not comfortable then do not read, and if u know u shouldn't be reading this, then don't. ENJOY ANYWAY. comments, hearts, reblogs are always appreciated. actual content below the 'keep reading' part.
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You were climbing. You’re so close. You’re nearly there. You grip the sheets so tight your knuckles were as white the sheets. Your back arched greatly as he hit the spot over and over. Your moans filled the room along with breathy sighs and the lewd sounds he made as he ate your core. Your vision was starting to blur in ecstasy but you willed yourself to look down at him.
His face buried between the valley of your thighs. Your legs resting firmly above his shoulders. He loves it, he loves your weight above you, the control you have on him. You could easily clamp your legs shut and basically suffocate him, but he’d be glad to. After all, he can feel you quivering beneath his lips and his tongue. You have control over him, and he controls you too.
The sight of him made the knot in your belly become tighter and he growled in satisfaction. Yours and his eyes met and you can practically see him smirking just through his eyes. He gave your core one long lick, his tongue flat against your sensitive flesh and you were nearly undone. He did it one more time just to push you one step closer to the edge and you gasped at the loss of contact.
You were there, one last kiss from his lips, one last touch of his hands would’ve sent you in pure bliss, but he decided to tease you, prolonging your agony. His lips planted open mouthed kisses along your stomach, your chest, and your neck as his body slid upwards.
“Why’d you stop? I’m so fucking close.” you gasped when he bit your earlobe. You were surprised at yourself for forming a sentence. And to think, just mere seconds ago you would’ve become a stuttering and incoherent mess. His hands, his trembling yet beautiful hands sent a burning blaze across your skin, and he’s not even touching you fully, his fingers are just ghosting traces on your stomach.
“Because I want to feel you come around me.” he said, his voice husky. He drank in your response, a moan, by catching your lips with his. While your hands roamed on his back, he gripped himself and lined himself to your core.
Damn with the lube, you were so wet for him, you can practically feel a river run through your legs. As the tip of his cock impaled you, his tongue did the same to your mouth. You sucked his tongue and moaned, pushing Stephen to finally thrust himself inside you.
Stephen, the cockiest sorcerer you’ve ever had the chance of meeting, actually has a long and thick cock. For the first time the two of you fucked, you were absolutely scared that he’ll not fit, well, you were wrong. Stephen always proves you wrong. His size was impressive and it always made your head spin how he manages to fill you up, especially when he’s balls-deep inside you.
With half of his erection now buried inside you, you can feel your muscles tighten. He kissed you one more time, chaste and short this time so he could focus on fucking you. Stephen pulled out and a sound escaped your lips. Then he slid himself inside, faster and more forceful than the last time, and you can feel the tip of his cock poke through your wall. You arched your back and that sent you to the edge, finally falling to bliss. You gasped as the waves of your orgasm wash through you.
As your pussy clenched around him, Stephen pushed himself deeper, a groan escaping his lips at the sensation.
“You’re so tight.” he panted, closed his eyes and breathed deeply through his nose. The feeling of you gripping his cock so tight, so warm, and so wet, almost made him come right that moment. After a few breaths, he calmed down and willed himself to move but he was stuck.
“Oh my god.” you said, now realizing what was happening. Before you could stop yourself, the laughter escaped your lips. Your legs were trembling and your body was quaking in hilarity of the situation. Stephen sat between your thighs, a layer of sweat coating his skin, his face looks half amused and half frustrated.
As a doctor, he knows the science behind it. In some cases, men do really get stuck during intercourse. Penis captivus; the words floated through his head. Stephen looked at you, smiling and giggling, hair messed up and skin glowing against the low lights of the room. Stephen joined in laughing, his throaty chuckles matching yours. He leaned down and cupped your cheek before kissing you gently.
When the two of you broke for air, you said, “You’re stuck.”
“Obviously. Does it hurt?” he asked, concerned.
“You’re stuck inside me, Stephen.” you giggled.
“I am, now answer me, are you hurt?” he reiterated, his thumb drawing circles on your thighs.
“Doesn’t really hurt.” you smiled at him and stole a kiss.
“Now, what you need you to do is relax. Can you do that? So I can move…” Stephen said, starting a series of kisses down your jaw and your throat.
“I think you’re doing well at making me relax, doctor.” you said. Suddenly, the pressure between your muscles and his cock decreased. Experimentally, Stephen moved, thrusting forward a little, testing the waters.
Stephen felt you fully relax around him and started out slow. He set a languorous pace, softly opening you and filling you up with his cock. You wrapped your arms around his back, feeling his muscles flex under his skin.
The feeling of him was amazing, his weight above you, his pelvic bone softly grinding against your clit. Moans and heavy breaths, the pornographic curses and the sound of skin slapping against skin. It was overwhelming but you need more, he needs more.
During sex, Stephen loves to hold your hand and plant it against the bed, using it as a leverage to level and angle his thrust. His right hand holding yours on the bed, his left hand now traveling to your hip, lifting slightly so he could hit that spot again and again.
And he did. Your eyes flew open in shock as you felt it. “Oh my god, yes.” you sighed.
“Right there?” he asked, now thrusting hard.
Arched back, hips slightly elevated, he hit your G-spot. Your eyes rolled back in pleasure and Stephen groaned, the familiar feeling of you tightening around him signaling your nearing orgasm made his breath hitch.
“Fuck yes.” you cursed and this spurred Stephen to fuck you faster and harder.
His pace sped up and the bed started to creak loudly. Your screams and his low moans were probably heard throughout the whole Sanctum, but the two of you could not give any damn at the moment. Stephen was fucking you so good, there was no time to think about the consequences.
“I want you to come for me one more time, baby.” he growled against your ear. His lips brushed against your pulse point; he can taste your pounding heartbeat beneath his tongue. You focused on coming, you wanted to come for him, because you know that would send him to spiral to his orgasm.
And so, for a moment, you closed your eyes, just feeling. The feeling of him above you. His hand holding yours. His hand gripping your hips tightly, it would probably leave a mark. His lips on your neck. His breath by your ear. His growls and low moans. His clean sweat coating his and your skin. And his cock, continually and steadily pounding into you.
“That’s it, baby. Come for me.” his words fell from his lips finally made you come for the second time.
“Fuck. Stephen­—” you cried out as you came. You gripped his arm firmly as he continued to push himself in and out of you, helping himself to orgasm. Not too long you could feel his cock twitch, his pace slows down, and his hips stutter in movements.
A low groan and a sharp “fuck” fell from Stephen’s lips. Your hands travel lower to his ass, holding him in place and this made him shoot hot spurts of his cum inside you. His cum fills you up, his warmth painting your walls. It’s the most satisfying and glorious feeling ever.
As he rides out his high, Stephen plants kisses on your face before finally kissing your lips. The kiss was sweet, as any other kiss you shared while the two of you cool down. Tiredly, he pulls out of you, some of his cum dripping out of you. But before it could mess the sheets, Stephen dropped between your legs and licked up his dripping cum. He caught it with his tongue, cleaning you up. He slid upward so his lips could meet yours. He kissed you, his tongue meeting yours and you gently suck on his tongue, tasting him and yourself.
When the two of you broke the kiss, you open your eyes and met his gaze. The two of you shared a smile before settling into a comfortable position; Stephen lying on your chest, his head tucked beneath your chin, his arms and legs securely wrapped around yours and your body. He absently drew patterns on your skin as your hands ran through his dark and gray hair. Every now and then you would kiss his temple and he’ll kiss your chest, that spot right above your heart.
“You got stuck.” you said, breaking the comfortable silence.
“Yes I did.” he mumbled sleepily, but there was a hint of amusement in his voice.
“I wonder why.” you chuckled.
“It’s the vaginal muscle contractions. Your orgasm caused it. You came so powerfully; you know involuntary muscle spasms and all. You were unbelievably tight.” he said, shifting so he could gaze at you. A smirk formed on his lips, he gave you a panty-busting wink and you giggled.
“You know, you're so hot when you all go doctor-y. Or maybe, you just have a big cock.” you shrugged.
“Yes I do, and it’s all yours, baby.” his smirk had now blown into a grin and you did the same, before pulling him down to your lips to kiss him.
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bangtannoonalvg · 8 months ago
DE-RAILED (JJK x F. Reader One Shot)
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Pairing: College Student!Jungkook x College Student!F.Reader
Genre: fluff, angst, smut, basically PWP, Strangers to Lovers
Rating: M (18+) minors strictly don’t read!
Warnings: cursing, hints of parental neglect, oral (f.receiving), kissing, make out, boobplay? jk’s big diwk, safe sex, penetrative sex, praise kink?
Word Count: 11k
Disclaimers: I don’t own BTS - they simply inspire me! Also don’t mix up the visual for this fic with their real life, be wise 😉
Summary:  Life has always been a smooth sailing for you, but it’s the other way around for Jungkook. Driven by motivation to succeed, he doesn’t need anything or anyone as distractions, but you, you might be the one he want to get derailed with.
A/N: Hi All! I’ve been wanting to write a pwp with JK, so finally this story comes through, hopefully you’ll enjoy reading it just as much as I enjoy writing it. Please leave any feedbacks or comments if you do, it would mean the world to me. Also, please stay warm and hydrated, stay safe!!
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 “Thank you for coming to Big Johns!”
 You let out a defeated sigh once you see the couple walk out of the door of the small burger joint. Cracking your neck to the side, you massage your shoulder gently. No matter how many times you’ve told Soo Ah, your manager, how you don’t like the closing shift, she always manages to give you at least two in a week.
 You have reasoned with her saying how it’s hard for you to get home after closing hour, usually around 11 PM in the night to your college dorm, even though it’s not that far away. She always says that she has to be fair for all the part-timers to get the closing shifts too.
 You look over the clock on your register machine showing 9 PM on the dot, means you still have to wait another hour to finally close the shop and start the closing routine. You hear giggling sound from behind and you peek around to see your colleague, Mi So, on her phone with who you thought must be her boyfriend.
 As you are about to fold another set of napkins, the front door clinking and a guy with black leather jacket, baseball cap and a rather big backpack coming in, walking few steps before he reaches across you.   “Welcome to Big Johns, what would you like to order?” You plaster a smile.
Sparkling doe eyes look up from behind the cap, eyebrow piercing glistening under the lights on his right eyebrow, a ring lip piercing also shines on the corner of his pink lips. Both of his ears also adorned with several set of studs and one dangling earring.
 You can’t help to stare at him as the contrast of those accessories, usually associated with rough guys, or guys in gangs or something, while his face is gorgeous, boyish like-handsome, and with those round big eyes, he looks almost like an innocent school boy.
 “One hot Americano and…” He scans the glowing menu above your head. “medium fries please.”
 You blink several times to resume to your usual headspace and plaster another smile. “Sure, one hot Americano and medium fries will be 7500KRW.”
 He takes out a brown leather wallet and hands you a 10,000 note. The first time those wide doe eyes find yours and you can’t help to feel your heart skip a beat. He is one handsome guy indeed. You immediately hand back the change and pull out a tray to begin preparing his order.
 “One coffee and freshly fried fries.” Few minutes later you push the tray his way and smile, genuinely now as you can’t past over how dreamy he is.
 “Thanks.” He takes the tray and walk towards the table on the corner. You peer to his table slowly trying not to make it too obvious. He’s already sitting and pulling out a laptop out of his backpack, lips purse, he’s busy typing something while slowly sipping his coffee.
 Another clink sound of the glass entrance door and a group of three girls entering while giggling. You pat your hands on the apron wrapped around your waist and start taking their orders, wiping your thoughts about the handsome guy sitting in the corner.
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It’s been almost a month since the first time you saw the handsome guy in leather jacket and basketball cap, and every time you have your closing shift, this guy always coming in at around 9 PM, ordering the same cup of coffee and a snack, varies between fries, chicken nuggets or chicken fingers. He always sits at the corner table, tucked away behind his laptop. He would always stay until the shop is closed at 10 PM and you always inform him when you would start the closing routine so that he could packed up and leave.
 Closing shifts no longer being something you hate and dreading now. Of course, you’re still wary of taking the late-night bus alone home, but the excitement of seeing this dreamy guy makes you excited. You’re always timid around guys and you’re just plain looking in your opinion, that’s why you rarely getting approached by guys. You always wanted to dress up but clueless on how to, so you always resort to wear a simple shirt and jeans, while many of your peers are wearing cute dresses and styled their hair cutely. Many of your friends had tried to set you up on dates with guys, but after a few attempts of blind date where you met guys who only look for a hookup, you lost interest in it. You think you haven’t really past over your Disney phase, wanting a love like a fairy tale where a prince charming will come along to sweep you off your feet and shower you with adoration and love.
 So, you thought, until that prince charming came along, you’ll just live with your fantasy, which one of it involves this handsome guy who’s now a regular night customer on your diner. One day, he came and took off his jacket and you gasped a little when you saw his right arm was covered in tattoos, from his wrist all the way up to the skin exposed just under his tshirt’s arms’ hem. You’ve never knew someone with a whole sleeve of tattoos, and it surely intrigues you. He looks like a bad boy, but his attitude and the way he concentrates on his study (you saw him taking out some science or engineering textbooks from his backpack once or twice) is not giving you a bad boy vibe at all.
You glance at the clock and it’s already 10 PM, time for you to approach him as usual to inform that you’re closing. Even the simplest gesture of a nod from him already make you giddy every time, and it’s always enough to give you a daydream. What kind of a person is he? What’s the story behind all those tattoos? What major is he in? Does he have someone waiting on him?
 “Hi, sorry it’s already 10 PM, we’re gonna start closing.” You tell him as you stand not too close to his table. You can see he was scribbling something on his note with furrowed eyebrows before he looks back at you.
 “Oh, okay.” He nods slightly, thumbs and point finger slowly massaging his eyes.
 You walk back to the counter and sigh as you start to turn off the fryer machine. Mi So has left earlier tonight saying she had a late-night movie date with her boyfriend and she promised to pay it back to you on the next shift and let you go home first too.
 You notice the handsome guy has just walk out of the shop when two men entering the shop with tottering steps.
 “I’m sorry but we’re closed.” You step out of the counter carrying your mop.
 “Come on we just need a cup of soda, surely you can give us.” One man with blonde dyed hair comes towards you slowly, you can see his eyes are bloodshot and the reeks of alcohol hitting your nose instantly.
 “I’m sorry sir but I have turned off all the machines, so we can’t take any more orders.” You hold your mop tighter, ready to shove it into his face if he comes nearer.
 The man looks back towards his friend who leans back on one of the vacant tables, his eyes stilling on you. “What should we do now?”
 The other man gives you a sly smirk. “Are you alone sweetheart? Pretty little thing all alone here?”
You take a step back, brain trying to figure out emergency plan if these two men take it too far. However, as you are about to reply, the door clinking open again, revealing the handsome tattooed guy.
 “Is everything alright here?” He glares at the two men and look back at you questioningly.
 “All good man, we’re just here to pick up our girl.” The man who leans on the table answers cockily while gesturing his head towards you.
 You shake your head slowly while keeping your eyes on the handsome guy. You try your best to give a pleading stare so he knows that they’re lying.
“What the fuck you just said? That’s my girlfriend right there.” He put his backpack down on the floor and takes off his jacket. “You two assholes better get lost now or I’ll fucking kick your asses out.” He slowly rolls his shirt’s sleeve and clenches his fists.
 The blonde man who first approaches you tottering back to his smirking friend and pull him away. At first the other man glaring harshly to you and the handsome guy, but with another pull from his friend, they slowly walk out of the store.
 You exhale harshly, not even realizing you’ve been holding your breath. Your grip on the mop is also shaky as you lean down a bit, one hand reaching out to the counter on your right, trying to stabilize your breathing. You manage to see the handsome man approaching you as you mouthed a Thank You.
 “Hey are you okay?” He leans down to level with your head which you rest on your right forearm.
You can only nod, breaths still a bit unsteady.
 “I’m gonna wait for you here, okay? Just take your time.”
 You try your best to stand up and takes another deep breath, one hand over your rapidly beating heart.
 “Y-y-you don’t have to… I-I’m okay…”
 He smiles warmly and extends his hand. “Jungkook.”
 “Hey Y/N, it’s okay I don’t have anything to do anyway, don’t you usually have another friend closing up with you?”
 “Yeah… Uhm… my friend went out earlier, so I’m doing it solo tonight.”
 Jungkook looks around him, even though the store is not that big, it’s still a lot of tasks to do alone. “Do you want me to help out a bit? Might finish everything faster.”
 You hesitate at first, but after the incident you feel more tired than usual and you really want to get to bed soon, he also looks like a genuinely good guy, so you ask him to help you swipe and mop the main floor, while you clean up the kitchen.
 By the time the clock turns 11PM, you both have finished cleaning everything up and you are now locking out the main door. The chilly wind of October night breezes by, making you a bit shiver under your jacket.
 “Thanks Jungkook for your help, I really appreciate it.” You bow a bit.
 “No worries, I’m just glad I was still around, you should have not stayed by yourself Y/N.”
 “Yeah you’re right, I’ll make sure to keep Mi So from getting off earlier next time.”
 You both stand awkwardly toward each other as you fiddle with the sling of your bag across your body.
 “So… how are you usually getting home at this hour?” Jungkook asks.
 You look around the mostly empty street, aside from one or two cars passes by. “I usually take a bus or just walk if I had the energy.”
 “Oh, do you mind me asking where do you live?”
 “I’m living at the dorm near University of Seoul.”
 “No kidding, what are you majoring in?” Jungkook’s voice fills with amusement.
 “Are you a student too?” Your eyes widen, remembering the engineering textbooks you once saw.
 “Yeah, I’m studying Mechanical Engineering. How bout you?”
 “I’m actually in Japanese Studies.”
 “No shit, are you guys studying anime and manga over there?”
 You lightly laugh. It’s very common how people usually assume the kind of things you’re studying as a Japanese Study major. Even though anime and manga surely parts of your studies under Society studies, but mainly you learn Japanese languages and kanji, and also literature from traditional up to modern authors such as Haruki Murakami.
 “Yea anime and manga at some point of time.”
 “Oh wow, you’re so cool!” He genuinely amused now, doe eyes sparkling and his nose scrunched up, he reminds you of a cute excited bunny.
 “Obviously not as cool as a diligent engineering student like you.”
 He chuckles lightly while scraping the back of his neck. “Nah, nowhere near diligent. By the way I’m living just near campus so we are heading to similar direction anyway, you wanna come along? I parked my motorcycle over there.” He gestures towards the parking lot nearby.
 “Are you sure you’re okay?” You don’t want to burden him further after everything he’s done to help you earlier.
 “No worries, I have extra helmet, let’s go.”
 So you follow him to the parking lot and put on the helmet over your head. He smiles again as he checks on the snap on your jaw. He flips his backpack towards his front so you can sit comfortably behind him.
 “Hold on tight Y/N, don’t wanna have you fall off okay.” His right hand takes yours and put it on his waist, so you grab his jacket tightly while heat raises on your cheeks. In minutes, he accelerates and drive you both home.
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Ever since that night, to your pleasure, you grew closer to Jungkook. Every time you have closing shift, he will always wait for you to finish up everything and drive you home together on his motorcycle. You also learnt that he’s actually the same age as you, in his last year of school, he’s busy writing his final paper while also applying for scholarship in the US and UK. He’s determined to continue his study for Master’s Degree overseas, that’s why he’s coped up in his study every night in your little diner. Turns out he also has a part time job at a game shop just couple doors down, since they usually close earlier than yours, he usually goes to your shop after closing up.
 “Jungkook, why are you so determined to get a scholarship? I mean, you can just go ahead and apply for jobs after graduated, no?” You chew on a nugget while sitting in front of him. Since you’ve grown closer, you are now always spending your free time (when there’s no customer around) talking with Jungkook at his table.
 Jungkook hums, eyes divert from his laptop screen to your figure. “I need to have better job, better career Y/N, I need to make it.”
 You can see determination in his eyes, making you more curious about the underlying reason for it. Sure, we all wanted to be successful but this fire within his eyes is next level in your opinion, feels like it’s a hail mary type of thing.
 You chew your bottom lip. “Mind me asking why?”
 Jungkook looks you straight in the eyes and pokes his tongue in his cheek, a habit of his you pick up when he’s considering something.
 “Let’s just say the only option for me in this life is to go up.”
 You take it as a way of him to close the conversation about it, so you don’t want to push further.
 “That’s actually very admirable of you.”
 Jungkook chuckles and touch his left ear slightly. “Nah, you give me too much credit.”
 “No seriously, I mean I’m just trying to graduate at this point, get a decent score, look for a decent job and yea just living a decent life I guess.”
 He looks at you again, eyes a bit soft making you squirm in your seat slightly. You’re lying if you said you’re not attracted to him. You never thought that he would actually talk to you, you thought living by seeing him every other night is already enough, but knowing him more only making you aching for him more.
 “Why are you looking at me like that huh?” You throw a straw towards him as he easily catches it and laugh.
 “Nothing, I just thought it’s great for you too.”
 “What’s so great about being average?”
 “Well for starters, I’ve seen too many spoiled kids around who doesn’t even think about finding a job soon, they think their parents are loaded enough for them to just sit around and do whatever they like as if the money won’t stop running.” He runs his hand over his hair, and you can’t help to see the prominent veins of his arms and the glint of his eyebrow piercing.
 You clear your throat slightly to keep your mind back on earth. “Uhm well, they’re just lucky to born with privileges I guess.”
 “Yea I guess… anyway, Y/N since you’re a literature student, I mean, I assume you’ll be better with words than I am, so I’ve been meaning to ask you for a favor…”
 “Oh? Uhm… sure, what can I help?” You blink a few times.
 “So, I have this personal essay for the scholarship purpose that I need to submit, well, I have written it but maybe you can read it over just to see whether I wrote some dumb words or something.” He chuckles, a hint of pink on his cheeks.
 “Sure Jungkook, I can look it over, even though I’m not sure whether I’m capable enough to really proofread it.” You smile genuinely.
 “Pretty sure you’re better with words than I do Y/N.” He looks at you directly in the eyes and smirks, making your heart skip a beat.
 Clearing your throat, you gather the empty paper box and cup from the table. “Uhm, just email me later if that’s okay?”
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You scroll the baby pink mouse on your right hand slowly, eyes skimming the opened Word document on your laptop’s screen. When you wish you would know better about what motivates Jungkook to be successful and to go up (as he said), you didn’t expect the answer to be within his personal essay.
 As you try to find any unfitted words or misplaced punctuations, you also get to learn about Jungkook’s background, family background that is. His essay is really personal, filled with his arguments of why he needs to be chosen, why he has this drive inside of him, why this opportunity would give him the tools to go further, one that he would never waste.
 Turns out he’s the youngest of two siblings. He has an older brother who are almost 10 years older than him, now with family of his own. His parents were divorced when he was only 5 years old. His mother had been the provider of their little family, working corporate job as well as having a small catering business on the side. His father was never around after the divorced and to Jungkook’s hard luck, his older brother was not as supportive as he should be, busy by himself, leaving young Jungkook to be by himself.
 When he just got into High School, his mom was diagnosed with Melanoma or Eye Cancer. She was slowly losing her eyesight, resulting her to completely quit her job 2 years later. By the age of 18, Jungkook had to find part time jobs to help provide for himself. His brother had married and blessed with a son. However, his bride was not keen with Jungkook and his mother, making his brother rarely visited them, even though he still supported his mother financially. But for Jungkook, other than for school, he needed accommodate himself.
 It was where the essay ended and your heart feels so heavy. You ache for him but at the same time also admiring his strength through all this. Shame creeps slowly inside you. For someone who never had to think twice about tuition fee (because your parents would surely provide you), and to be able to buy some knicks and knacks just for fun, you surely are living a lucky life. Yes, you work part time but it was because you wanted to buy more things for yourself and you don’t want to ask more from your parents, not because you HAVE to do it or else you don’t have clothes to wear to school.
 You take your phone to open your Instagram, to your surprise, Jungkook had just posted a new photo of a cup of black coffee and some books. His Instagram page doesn’t have his picture, only one for his profile picture, but it was a side profile of him which was a bit blurry. Most of the pics are aesthetic pictures of things he captured since he also has passion for photography and videography as well.
 [You] [7:15PM] : Hey, just finished reading your essay, I think it’s mostly good, even though I personally think there are some paragraphs that needs to be rearranged to make it more cohesive?
 [Jungkook] [7:18PM] : Thanks vm Y/N! I know I’m suck at writing for real, feels like I could use your help for rearranging it?
 [You] [7:20PM] : No worries, wanna meet up? I’m planning to get some dinner outside.
 [Jungkook] [7:25PM] : Wanna come over? I can cook us some premium ramen with premium toppings 😉
You hold your phone to your chest as your heart starts beating rapidly. You have never gone to Jungkook’s place before. He did say he lives alone in his home due to his mother lives away with his aunt. It’s also pretty near from your dorm. You got up abruptly and start rummaging through your tiny closet, finding the I’m-not-dressing-up-but-I-wanna-look-cute thing to wear. Deciding on a baby pink hoodie with a black legging and your white converse, you text a reply to Jungkook and put your laptop inside your bag before heading out.
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“So, yes or yes did I make the meanest Ramen out here?” Jungkook grins widely, two empty bowls are placed in front of you. You sprawl on the floor just in front of him, hands dabbing tissue on your mouth.
 “Okay, okay, I have to give it to you, that was seriously good.” You give him a thumbs up with a smile.
 “Been cooking Ramen from the day I knew how to turn on the stove, so I’m taking the compliment.” He takes both of your bowls and put it away on the kitchen sink.
 Jungkook’s house is not big, but it’s comfortable and minimalist. A loveseat, coffee table and TV in the living room, a compact kitchen on the left and a little toilet just on the right, next to it is a stair to second floor which you assumed his bedroom located.
 You hear water running in the kitchen and you hurriedly stand up and make your way, you’ve been planning to do the dishes since he’s cooked for you, but obviously he beats you to it.
 “Jungkook, let me wash it please, you already cooked for me.” You walk around the kitchen small island and tap him on the shoulder.
 “No worries, you’re my guest, just sit there and prepare the laptop for me?” He nods to the living room and smile with his eyes. You can’t help but to get more smitten by him.
 By the time you opened the Word document on your laptop, Jungkook sits himself besides you and put down two cans of beers.
 “I swear I’m not planning to make you drunk but I always feel great to drink beers after a meal.”
 You chuckle lightly. “Never cross my mind that you would purposely getting me drunk.”
 “Well, you never know Y/N, I mean, you’re a gorgeous girl.” He winks at you, giving another smirk of his that can wet your panties anytime.
 “As if you ever saw me like one.” You try to calm yourself and start focusing on the document in front of you.
 Jungkook hands you the can of beer and your fingers brush against his when you take it. You can’t help to feel the electrifying emotion of touching his skin, even though it’s just merely brushing fingers.
 You gulp the beer down to ease the tension, but when your eyes peer at Jungkook besides you, drinking his own beer, his Adam Apple’s bobbing, you can’t help to squirm on your seat. He’s wearing just casual homey clothes, black baggy t-shirt and black shorts, but every skin exposed makes you yearn for him more.
 You hurriedly look the other way when his eyes found yours peering at his form. Slowly placing back his can on the table, he licks his lower lip for the remaining beer left there, ever so subtly biting his lip ring for a second, makes your pussy flutters.
 You clear your throat and blink a few times, trying to focus back on your laptop.
 “Okay, so… this is actually a decent number of words for essay, I have asked around from some alumni in my department who got the scholarship, they say it’s not too long…”
 “Okay great.” Jungkook swipes his hair back from his forehead. It’s a harmless act but blame your raging hormones to find anything he does arousing.
 “Yeah, so I was thinking this fourth paragraph is better to be placed after this one?”
 You point your cursor to the paragraph in discussion, and Jungkook leans forward, pulling your laptop closer as he also scoots closer to you until you are shoulder to shoulder with him. The smell of musk and fresh cotton fills your nose, how is it fair that not only he’s freaking gorgeous, he smells heavenly too.
 “So you were saying this to be moved here?” His right hand covers yours to move the mouse so he can edit the document, making your cheeks feel warm with his touch. You are utterly frozen, you don’t want to pull your hand away, but your heart is also beating rapidly.
 “Y-y-yes…” You squeak, feeling embarrassed on how weak and stupid you sounded.
 Jungkook raises his eyebrow on your squeaky sound, looking at you directly, his face is just few inches from yours and you want to run away, but instead you look down but with his right arm crossing in front of you, you bump into it.
 “Oh shit, Sorry Jungkook, I was just…” You scramble for words but when you look back at him, he just stares at you.
 You can’t decipher his gaze and somehow you don’t know what comes over you but you lean forward, lips aching to meet his pink ones.
 When your lips finally meet, you still yours, ready to just step back, but then his right hand which was over yours on the mouse, grabs the back of your neck as he deepens the kiss.
 You whimper at his movement; lips hungrily devour what you’ve been wanting all along. Jungkook other hand find your waist and squeezes on it, making you let out another small moan. After a while, you both comes up for air, lips both swollen, eyes hazy with lust. Your hands find its way to his broad chest, feeling how hard it is under your touch.
 “Jungkook… I…”
 Not letting you finishing your words, Jungkook pulls you to sit down on his lap. His lips finding its way to your jaw, peppering wet kisses along the way.
 “Jungkook…” You whimper again as he slowly licks his way down your neck. While you are lost in the sensation and lust overtaking your mind, you can’t help but think how silent Jungkook’s being and you don’t like that. So, you take a chance and grind your pelvis slowly against his soft bulge.
 “Ah fuck, Y/N…”
 With both of your hands, you hold his head back and return to kiss him. Tongues dancing around each other, lips sucking zealously as the coldness of his lip ring adds to the thrilling sensation. You grind again in search of friction to your throbbing pussy as Jungkook’s hold on your waist tighten.
 Pulling back slowly from the makeout session, you take off your hoodie and throw it away, lacy pink bra on display, covering your hardened nipples. Jungkook licks his lips once again, peering slowly to you as his tattooed hand roaming up to squeeze one boob. He then licks the flesh just above the bra’s cup, teasing you to desperation.
 “Jungkook, please… I want you…”
 “Yeah? What do you want Y/N?”
 With lust filled haze, you can’t seem to find any shyness left in your bones. “Fuck me, please…”
 However, just after your plea, Jungkook freezes on his spot. The hand that was cupping and squeezing your boobs falling to his side, head looking away frantically.
 “Shit, Y/N… I’m sorry, I… I’m sorry I can’t…” He lifts you gently from his lap to sit you down back on the floor. Your brain still can’t comprehend what is happening, but suddenly you feel goosebumps all over your skin from the sudden loss of heat surrounding you. Hugging your own arms, you finally can feel the chilling air against your body, wrapped only in your brassiere.
 Jungkook moves hurriedly to take your hoodie and help you to put it back on, his mouth still muttering sorry’s for God knows how much. You still can’t hear and feel properly, still shocked by the sudden turn of events. One second you bared your torso, pleading him to fuck you, and then the next one, he pushed you away. Humiliation is all you can feel, utter humiliation. You try to speak but your tongue feels icy cold and stiff, tears start to prick around your eyes but you realize that at least have the dignity to not cry in front of him. Cry because he just rejects you for sex.
 You blink your eyes a few more times, one tear sliding off your cheek and you wipe it away with the back of your hand. Rushing to put away your laptop back to your backpack, Jungkook’s hand stop your right wrist.
 “Y/N, listen to me, I’m sorry, it’s not about you…”
 You shake your head frantically. “It’s… It’s okay Jungkook, I’m just… I need to leave okay.”
 “No, please, don’t be sad, please…”
 Zipping up your bag, you look up to him in the eyes. His eyes filled with regret and sorry, and worry. But still you feel that hurt burning in your chest. Maybe you read the room wrong? Maybe he’s not interested in you that way.
 “Bye Jungkook.” With that you raise to your feet and make your way to his front door. Tears finally escaping your eyes, salty waters running down your cheeks. You can hear shuffling behind you.
 “Don’t.” You don’t look back but your voice stern. “Don’t come near, I… I will email you the rest of your file. Goodbye Jungkook.”
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The beginning of Spring is really Jungkook’s favorite part of the year. When the snow melts, the sun shines brighter and the wind is just a tad warm. Flowers starting to bloom and the air feels lighter. But maybe, this year’s Spring will be his most favorite. Because after 22 years of living with uncertainty, with worry, he finally has the ticket to a better life, safely tucked within his coat.
 He was accepted, for a Master’s Degree scholarship in one of Ivy League University in the United States. The scholarship even offered him a full cover of living cost. The road to a better life for him, and his mother feels clearer for him, after all this time.
 “Eomma, I got in, I got the scholarship!”
 “Oh my God, Kookie, my sweet sweet boy, I’m so proud of you.” His mother’s voice warms his heart through the phonecall.
 “Are you feeling good eomma? Are you still taking your medicine on time?”
 “I’m okay Kookie, Aunt Yeon Su takes very good care of me, also you don’t need to send too much money son, I don’t need that much, you go buy yourself something, you worked very hard.”
“Nonsense, I will send you more, if possible, I don’t need anything eomma, I just want you to be happy and healthy. I will come back from the US and get the best job possible and we will live comfortably together, okay?”
“Okay… but please don’t overwork yourself Kookie, I want you to be happy too. You know Ji Sung, your cousin, he’ll be getting married soon, he seems so happy, why don’t you find your love too Kookie? So that when my time is up, I will feel relief to leave you to someone who will take care of you…”
 Jungkook sighs, it’s not the first time his mother talking about this and he hates it. He hates the fact that his mother might leave him someday. It’s not that he doesn’t crave love and affection, he does, but he doesn’t want anything to derail him from his goal.
 “Eomma don’t say that, you know it makes me sad. You’re gonna live another 50 years with me okay? Don’t leave me yet, not before I can buy you a big house with a big yard for you to live in. Don’t we need to give Gureum a big yard to run around? Imagine all three of us living together like that.”
 His mom chuckles lightly. Gureum is her guide dog, they have been talking about how great it is to have a backyard in their house so that Gureum can play around comfortably.
 “Yah… Who says I don’t want that? I still do Kookie, but we can always add another person there, a person who will take care of you, who will be your reason to move forward, to create another goal in life. Just because I didn’t have my fairytale love and marriage, does not mean you couldn’t or shouldn’t.”
 Jungkook remains silent, he looks up to the sky that slowly turning orange as the sun is setting down. The color emanates warmth. It does feel warmer, but why does his heart still feel cold. When he closes his eyes momentarily, your hurt face comes to his mind again. Even after almost 4 months since that day, he still can’t forget you, your fallen face, your trembling hands as you walked away from him, understandably so.
 Jungkook opens his eyes and shakes his head a bit. “Yes, eomma, sorry…”
 “I think you already have someone in your heart, but you have always been so stubborn to pursue anything other than that related to your scholarship goal. Now that you got it, what else stopping you?”
 Jungkook realizes the same thing. Now that he gets what he wants the most, the one thing he worked so hard for, wouldn’t it be okay to finally want you?
 “But I think… she hates me now eomma, I… I treated her unfairly.” He lets out defeated sigh. Even though he can pursue you now, doesn’t mean you still want him too, especially after he hurts you that way.
 “Oh my son, my poor son, you have this determination to pursue your goal, isn’t she now one of it too? where’s that fire go then?”
 Jungkook chuckles slightly. “I love you eomma, I will visit you soon, okay? Until then, please eat and take your medicine appropriately.”
 “I love you too Kookie, go get her now!”
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It was 8:30 PM when Jungkook steps into Big Johns. The burger joint is not crowded for a Friday night, only 5 tables are occupied by some college students and office workers.
 “Welcome to Big Johns!”
 Jungkook walks slowly to the counter, eyes searching for one person he needs to see the most.
 “Err… is Y/N in tonight?” Jungkook recognizes the girl attending the front cashier as Mi So, your usual mate for closing shifts.
 “Oh, it’s Jungkook right?”
 He nods slightly.
 “Sorry man, Y/N quits a few months back.”
 “Oh… do you know whether she works somewhere else?”
 Mi So shakes her head slowly. “No, I don’t think she works part time anymore, I just remembered her saying she wanted to focus on her final paper or something.”
 Jungkook tries to smile politely, even though he can feel how his heart drops to the floor.
 “Okay, thank you for your info.” Jungkook bows a bit and makes his way back out of the restaurant.
 He takes out his phone and scroll to your name on his phonebook. Apparently, you have removed him from your Instagram friends list, or maybe you block him, because he can’t access your profile anymore. Few months back, he thought it was for the better, so he could really focus on study and preparing his scholarship application. He could only rely on muscles memory of your faint vanilla roses scent, your soft supple skin under his touch, how your lips taste like cherry flavoured cola, your cute little moans when you grinded over his crotch. Fuck, he can’t get horny in the middle of the road like this.
 He presses call on your number, but apparently, you also blocked him because he couldn’t even reach your voice mail. He lets out frustrated groans as he clenches his fist, wanting to punch himself if he could for him being such an ass to you. Did he hurt you that much until you feel the need to erase him completely from your life? Maybe he did, and maybe he deserves this too. because he was horrible to you. After hurting you that much, he didn’t even try to reach out for you. Now, after almost 4 months past he wanted a way back to you? He’d be lucky you didn’t kick him in the guts.
 But he needs to make this right. After all, you were the one always in his mind these past few months. Before you, he always tells the girls he’s close with that he couldn’t afford relationship, if they’re okay with fucking and go, then he’ll be happy to do it. But with you, he couldn’t do that. You are too good, too virtuous for him to bring to bed without promising anything. He knew from day one, that you dream about fairytale love, about going on romantic dates, warm cuddles, celebrating valentines, white day and whatever romantic holiday that is.
 He’s too obstinate for you. He only has one highway in his life and he can’t slow down. He can’t take you on it too, he would ruin your dreams and he wouldn’t do that. That’s why he stopped. He slipped back then he knew. He had been trying hard to keeping it in his pants for you, because he couldn’t leave you cold in his bed afterwards, nor he could offer you the warm cuddles you deserve. He needed to continue his marathon towards his goal.
 He knew he shouldn’t have kissed you, but he barely can keep his hands on himself when you looked so cute that day. So, when you leaned closer, your scent took him over and his rationale thoughts went out of the window. For that moment, he thought at least he could have what he wanted. He’s been deprived of it all his life. But when you asked him, pleading for him to take you, he reminded again on how he wouldn’t be able to treat you the way you should.
 So he did the one thing he always know. Shut himself in, don’t let the things he wanted to get near him, the things that might derailed him from his one goal, to change his fate, his mother’s fate. He and his mother had been through a lot in life that he wanted, NO, he needed to turn back their life. He wanted to show his father, who abandoned them, that he could be someone even without his presence. He wanted to show his estranged brother, that his mother and him will never need his pity money ever again.
 While all these thoughts running around in his head, his feet move by themselves to the only place he knew he might find you. Your dorm.
 As he reached the intercom, he realizes that he never knew your room number. He looks around, hoping to catch someone who might know. He leans into the brick wall besides the closed door, waiting for someone to come in or out to ask since he doesn’t know any of your friends either, well besides Mi So.
 Luckily, someone approaching the door from inside, and when it swings open, revealing a girl in a blue coat, Jungkook steps out to her slowly.
 “Excuse me, sorry, do you live here? I wanted to ask about my friend’s room number.” He gestures towards the intercom.
 The girl looks at him a bit confused.
 “Sorry I swear I’m not a creep, but I’m looking for Y/L/N Y/N? My name is Jungkook, I’m from Engineering Dept.” He extends his hand for a handshake, to prove that he’s honest.
 “Oh, Y/N? Yea I know her, try buzzing 505.” She then walks away, leaving Jungkook to push on the numbers.
 He’s silently praying that you are home.
 “Yes? Hello?” The sound of your voice elates his heart immediately.
 “Y/N? How are you? It’s me, Jungkook.”
 You become silent and Jungkook hates it. He needs to see you so he can get down on his knees to ask for your forgiveness if he could.
 “Y/N please… I’m very sorry, please let me explain everything to you?”
 “Jungkook, it’s been months, let’s just save ourselves from unnecessary talk and just move on?”
 “I know, I’m an asshole to you but I really owe you an explanation, I can understand if you won’t forgive me, but I’m asking you for the chance for me to apologize, directly to you, as you deserve Y/N.”
 You chuckle sarcastically. “Asking? Are you pleading to me? Do you need a reminder of how hurtful it could be to plead and then got rejected?”
 “Y/N I know I messed up, but please, can I just ask for your forgiveness in person, if you don’t forgive me then, it’s okay, you will not see me again ever, I’m leaving Korea in a few months…”
 “Leaving…?” He could hear the confusion in your voice.
 “Y/N, I got the scholarship, you have helped me to get it, you’ve helped me to achieve my goal, I would not rest until you let me see you again Y/N, even if it’ll take me forever.”
 He then hears the door unlock, you buzzed him in, and with that, Jungkook runs to 505 as fast as he can.
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You know you shouldn’t give up that easily to him. The one person who messed your life up for the past 4 months. The one you swore you wouldn’t even let him in your mind anymore. You quit your part time job because it would always remind you of seeing him for the first time. The place you grew closer together, spent some nights in each other’s company. You were also scared that he would come back to spend his time there, as if nothing changed, as if you didn’t bare yourself to him and asked him to fuck you.
 You knew he was too good to be true for you. He was supposed to be your daydream, not your reality. But he invited himself into your heart with ease, with no effort whatsoever. Because not only you obviously physically attracted to him, but also his determination and his kindness really pulled you in. You were almost sure he was your Disney Prince came to life.
 So when he reciprocated you (or so you thought), you were already floating to cloud 9. And as they said, the higher you fly the harder you fall, and fell you did. Fell on your face first, you might add, because you never felt that embarrassed and hurt at the same time. It took you a while to be able to accept yourself again.
 Sounds of knocking heard from your door, and you know, this is the time to face him, the source of your gloomy days the past few months. But he’s going away anyway, so you thought, just rip off the bandaid and again, go on with your life.
 You open the door slowly and met with Jungkook who pants a little bit, some of his hair sticks to his forehead, was he running while climbing the stairs?
 “Y/N, please listen to me, I’m very sorry, you don’t deserve to be treated like that.”
 “Uhm okay? Have a good life Jungkook.” You are about to close the door when he catches it.
 “Please let me tell you more?”
 “What’s there to tell more?”
 To your surprise, Jungkook gets down to his knees. “The reason behind my action, even though it’s still not gonna justified my action, but I need you to listen…”
 “Hey hey don’t get down like that.”
 “Then can I please come in and talk to you?” His doe eyes get even wider with plea.
 You kiss your teeth and tsk. “Fine, come in.”
 You walk back and sit yourself at the edge of your bed. Your dorm is small, very small indeed. It only has a bed, your desk and chair, and a living area consisting with a lazy bean bag type of chair, small coffee table and a TV.
 Jungkook walks slowly, afraid of pushing your stuffs around as he takes off his coat slowly and fold it neatly. He then sits on the rug just beside your coffee table.
 “So?” You try to sound nonchalant even though your beating heart can’t deny the fact that you still find him very much as attractive as he was when you first saw him.
 “First of all, I want to thank you for help me getting that scholarship Y/N, I swear you don’t know what it means to me…”
 You sigh as you hug your rabbit plushie to your chest. “I know what it means to you Jungkook, I’ve read your personal essay remember?”
 “Yes, so you know about my family, right? My mom and brother?”
 You nod slightly.
 “Again, I don’t mean to justify my action, but that day, no, my entire life up until just today before I received the acceptance letter, was a long marathon towards this piece of paper.” Jungkook takes out the acceptance letter from his coat’s pocket and put it on your coffee table.
 “I… I never indulged on what I want Y/N, I always been scared that any distractions would derail me from this.” He points to the letter.
 “So I was a distraction for you?”
 Jungkook massages his forehead in frustration. “No, that’s not what I meant, you are not the distraction, but you are the thing that I want.”
 You bite your lower lips, eyes looking away from him. “If you did want me, why pushed me away? I didn’t ask you to pay attention to me all the time…”
 Jungkook slowly raises and make his way towards you, going down on his knees again in front of you, his eyes search for yours.
 “What if I want to though? Doesn’t it maybe cross your mind?” His hands take one of yours, fingers tracing over the back of your hand.
 “You want to what?” Still pouting, you peer back at him, surprisingly, you find sincerity in his eyes, gleaming with hope and longing.
 “Want to pay attention to you all the time.” Jungkook’s left hand carefully reaching towards your face, when you don’t move away, he caresses your left cheek.
 “No you don’t Jungkook, don’t say things like that.” Tears start brimming on your eyes as you look sideways. Still insisting of not letting him seeing you cry.
 “That’s the point Y/N. I want to but I couldn’t… let me be honest with you okay… I… I’ve been depriving myself from what I want and like for the longest time… Once, I got carried away with gaming in junior high, my grades were slipping and my brother really went to town scolding me, calling me names and just…” Jungkook shakes his head slowly. “I don’t wanna live through things like that anymore Y/N… I don’t wanna give him any reason to trash-talk me, as if I’m just a useless kid begging for his mercy.”
 You can hear Jungkook’s voice starts quivering while mentioning his brother and you realize how seriously broken their relationship is, and you start to understand his determination about making it in his life.
 “I’m so sorry Jungkook…” You rub his shoulder slowly.
 “No, it’s okay Y/N, I won’t be affected by him anymore, I guess I’m a lot stronger now.” He gives you his smile while scrunching his nose lightly.
 “But the point is…” He takes your hands again. “It was never about not wanting you, I wanted you, no, I want you.” He kisses your hand slowly. “But I needed to focus on getting that scholarship, because I know, I was sure, that once I have you, I would always want you, everyday, everytime, and I… I would lose any motivation to do whatever I needed to, because I’d rather spend my time with you.”
 And there, you can’t hold it anymore, tears come streaming down your face as you sob. You don’t care anymore about Jungkook’s seeing your snot all over the face, because this moment was unreal to you. You spent months thinking he doesn’t like you, that he might found you unattractive, and now he’s pouring his heart out.
 “Y/N don’t cry, please, I didn’t mean to hurt you… I’m so sorry, but please don’t cry…”
 You shake your head frantically. “No no, it’s just… I don’t know, all these bottled-up feelings inside me, it’s like erupted at once…”
 Jungkook raises his knees and pull your whole body towards his for a hug. He pats your hair slowly, kissing the crown of your head.
 “I’m sorry, so sorry Y/N that I hurt you the way I did, but if you let me, I will try to make it up to you.”
 Your hold on him grows tighter as you continue to cry on his neck, wetting his shirt’s collar.
 “But I also have a rather bad news…”
 You stop and look up at his eyes. Eyebrows furrowed, lips pouting.
 “Don’t look at me that way please, Y/N…”
 “Then? Why are you always doing this thing to me, you told me you want me and then you wanna give me bad news? What games are you playing Jeon?” You push his shoulders off of you but he’s so well built making your attempt going futile.
 “Hey, hey listen to me, I want you, there’s no lie there, but I need to be honest now, so that I won’t hurt you again.”
 You peer at him again questioningly.
 “I will go to the US in a few months… But I come here today, to ask you, to be with me, and I will take any chances you’ll give me, even if it means for me to wait for you and come back again in two years, I will…”
 You put your finger on his lips.
 “Ssshh… listen to me, stop overthinking everything okay? Do what you want, say what you want Jungkook, you don’t owe anything to anyone anymore.”
 He kisses your finger before continuing. “In that case, I’m hoping for you to be with me, I know long distance sucks and everything, but I will try to make it for us…”
 “You won’t back out on me again this time? Because I swear to God Jungkook, I can’t take another one from you.” Your eyes still glassy with tears it makes Jungkook’s heart ache.
 “I promise I’m serious right now.” Another kisses to your hands. “I was such a fool thinking of you as a distraction while you could always be my goal.”
 You drape your arms around his neck for another hug as you nodded your head. “I would love to be your goal as long as you promise me, talk to me, tell me these things so I won’t feel shut out and rejected.”
 “I promise.” He kisses your temple.
 You move back from his embrace and cup his face. “So, about that wanting thing…” Your fingers thread against his jet black hair, pushing it back our of his face slowly.
 “Yeah, what about it?” He smirks and licks his lip ring slowly.
 You shrug a little, biting your lower lip. You lean back on your bed, both palms prop against your baby pink bedsheet.
 Jungkook’s hands slowly making its way from your knees, further up to your sweatpants covered thighs. His eyes darken as tensions building around you both.
 “I’m not gonna ask again Jungkook, you know what happened the last time I did.” You playfully pout but at the same time, spreading your legs a bit wider to accommodate him in between.
 Jungkook chuckles lightly. “Alright alright, fair play.” He squeezes your thighs, earning a small moan to escape your lips. He leans forward, lips just a few inches from yours. “Don’t worry baby, I’m gonna be the one who begs for you.” One peck on your lips. “Please… Y/N…” He bites your bottom lips sensually. “Please let me fuck you…” A kiss on your jaw. “Fuck you so good like you deserve.” A little lick on your earlobe. “Show you how much I want you, then and especially now…”
 You moan at his moves, one hand already running through his hair as he continues to peppering wet kisses along your jaw and neck. Your loose t-shirt allows him to move down to your collarbone, sucking and nipping to leave his mark on you. Your legs move closer against his torso to search for frictions as you feel wetness dampens your cotton panty.
 Jungkook slowly peers at you. “Can I take this off?” tugging the hem of your t-shirt as you nodded quickly. Moving along him to discard it somewhere. Your pants are next as he tugs on your waistband. You lift your butt from the bed to help him take it off.
 Once you’re only in your underwear, you lay back on your bed, pulling Jungkook’s shirt by the collar to kiss your lips. He devours you like you are the last glass of water on earth, hands roaming all over your body, hips rutting forward as you feel his erection starts to build under his jeans.
 “Fuck baby, you have no idea how badly I want this.” He pulls down your bra cup and envelope your boobs in his warm mouth, licking your already hardened nipple.
 “Jungkook… take this off, please…” You unbutton his shirt expeditiously, craving for the warmth of his skin to be against yours.
 He stands up and pulls over his shirt. You also sit back up, pulling his belt towards you as you hastily take it off. His pants and boxer follow immediately, discarded somewhere in your room. His now fully erected dick stands proud in front of your eyes, he’s definitely big and veiny, precum oozing from his tip.
 You slowly spread his precum with your hand as you already salivating over it, never in your life have you been wanting to suck a dick so badly before, but as soon as you lean forward to lick his tip, Jungkook’s cup your chin and push you away gently.
 “Today is all about you baby, let me eat you out first?” He hovers above you slowly as you lay back again in your bed. He kisses you down from your clavicles, to your boobs, squeezing it together as he curses under his breath. “Fuck, I think I can cum just by playing with your tits.” He then makes his way to your navel, licking it sensually before you feel his fingers grazing your inner thighs, then ghosting above your clit, stroking it slowly.
 “You’re so wet, bet you taste as sweet you smell baby.” He licks a long stripe across your pussy lips, makes you quiver under his touch.
“Kook… hnh…” Breathy moans escaping your lips as Jungkook inserts one finger in you, moving slowly, venturing to find your pleasure spot.
 His tongue giving kitten licks all over your throbbing clit. “Yeah, you like that?”
 You nodded frantically, but Jungkook needs more. “Use your words baby.”
 “Yes, oh my God yes!”
 “Can you take more? Be a good girl for me?” He sucks your clit lightly, earning another gasp from you.
 “Yes, Jungkook, please…”
 He pushes another finger inside, moving with come hither motion, making you squirm on your bed, sweat starts covering your forehead as your breath becomes more labour. You have done it to yourself, but in no way your fingers feel the same as Jungkook’s longer and thicker ones. When he hits a certain spot, you curse out loudly, earning a tsk from him as his mouth making out with your labia.
 “Fuck Jungkook don’t stop.”
 He smirks at your dazed state above him, while his right hand continues his assault on your pussy, his left hand reaches up to play with your boobs, kneading and squeezing, thumb running over your pebbled nipple. You moan loudly as you feel your orgasm building up.
 Jungkook can feel your walls tighten around his fingers, so he sucks your clit again to push you through the finish line.
 “Gonna cum gonna cum…” You arch your back from the bed as your hands tightly grip the bedsheet.
 “Cum for me come on, make a mess on my mouth.”
 And with that said, just like a command, the coil within your stomach snaps as orgasm hit through you like a tidal wave. Eyes seeing stars as your thighs jolt around Jungkook’s head. He slowly removes his fingers out of your pussy and sit back on his knees. Admiring your fucked out state, hair dishevelled, chest heaving as you manage your breath. When you look back at him, he’s licking off your cum on his fingers, eyes still dark with lust.
 “Taste so fucking sweet.” He trails his fingers from your cheek and tap your lips gently, without breaking eye contact, you open your mouth and suck his two fingers, tongue circling around it tasting the mix of your cum with his saliva.
 “Wait, I’m gonna take a condom.” He pushes himself off the bed and takes his wallet out of his pants.
You prop yourself with your elbows, admiring the perky butt and strong thighs of this man.
 He chuckles as he takes out the foil package.
 “What’s so funny Kook?” Your eyes follow him as he climbs back to your bed, ripping of the packet and sliding the condom down his length.
 “I only have this one left.” His eyes look down on his condom covered dick.
 You raise your eyebrow questioningly.
 “Well, I was hoping to do it more than once.” He smiles sheepishly, leaning forward to pepper kisses on your lips and trailing down your neck and shoulder. Hands squeezing your curves.
 You chuckle with him. “Do you even have the energy for that?” Your hands stroking his length in between your bodies, making his dick pulses.
 “Oh baby, don’t you wanna find out?” He winks at you and slowly pushing his tip inside your pussy, making you gasp on his shoulder.
 “Relax for me, take a deep breath.”
 You nodded as you spread your legs even further, welcoming his veiny length inside you inch by inch. By the time he bottoms up, your eyes shut and the only sound you can make are breathy moans as he’s filling you up so good, he’s big but not hurtly big, he’s perfectly thick to touch your pleasurable spots inside, he’s perfect.
 “Baby you’re so tight, fuck, pussy so good.” Jungkook moves slowly, taking out his dick until its tip, before thrusting it back with just enough force to make your boobs bounce against his chest.
 When he hears you moan louder as he thrust harder, he leans back to his heels, throwing your legs over his shoulders, he gives it to you harder and faster, making the bed ruts against the wall. But you don’t give a fuck at this point, let them complaint later, as you chase your own high, delirious in ecstasy.
 “Yesss, Jungkook hnhh… right there, please…” You tug on his hair making him groans against your chest.
 “Don’t beg Y/N, don’t, today is my turn to beg.” He manages the pace as sweats start to drop from his forehead to yours, but you don’t mind it, his skin feels so good around you, encasing you with warmth and scent that you know will crave for after this.
 You gather your power as your hands push his chest back slowly. He slows his pace and look at you with raised eyebrow.
 “In that case, I wanna ride you, see you beg for me?” You push him again as he rolls onto his back. You get up and make yourself comfortable on his lap, pelvis grinding over his still erected dick, earning hisses from him.
 You put a pillow under his head and he looks at you with adoration. His hands caressing your waist and hips.
 “I really don’t deserve you; you know.” He takes your hand again and kisses it. You can’t help but giggle, surprised at how cute he can be.
 “And why is that?” You lean down, kissing his neck because you also want to mark him as yours. One hand pumping on his shaft.
 “Ah fuck…” He hisses again. “Because… you’re so perfectly hot and cute at the same time.” His hands roam over your back, travelling down as he squeezes your ass cheeks. “And more importantly, for even forgiving me.”
 You position his dick on your pussy, and slowly slip only the tip in, before pulling it out again, lazily stroking it around your clit while still nibbling on his neck.
 “Fuck Y/N… baby…”
 “Beg for it.” You bite his earlobe playfully, hand still moving his dick around your pussy, covering it with your wetness.
 You put the tip inside again, grinding on him slowly, before taking it out again.
 “Please what Jungkook?” Your lips travel downward as your back arch more, tongue lazily swirl around his nipple.
 “Shit, fuck, Y/N, please put it in, put my dick in baby.”
 Jungkook can’t help himself but to push his hips forward, searching for your warmth, his dick is aching badly to be inside your pussy walls.
 “Yeah? You want your dick inside baby?” You tease him again, lightly bite on his sensitive nipple while slowly pushing his tip back in.
 “Yes, baby please… please put it in I beg you.” He pushes your ass forward to move his dick inside further. You can’t help but gasp as your boobs bounce closer to his face. He takes the chance to thrust up while taking one boob in his mouth, sucking on it harshly.
 “Ah fuck, yes Kook, right there, yes!” You move your hips along with his thrusts, making the sound of skin slapping echoes throughout your tiny room.
 You both sweating bullets at this point. Lips crashing with each other as your kiss is just sloppy with more teeth and tongues clashing. Hands all over your bodies, finding more of your erogenous spots, determine to bring the most pleasure out of each other.
 “I’m close baby, are you?” Jungkook pants, kneading your ass cheeks harder you sure it will leave red marks tomorrow for sure.
 “Yes, yes, cum for me Kook, come on.” With the last energy you can muster, you sit back up, hands finding leverage over his tight abs as you bounce faster over his dick. Jungkook’s hand rubbing over your throbbing clit and you cum over him again in seconds.
 “Just a bit more baby, okay? Be good and take it for me?” Jungkook holds your waist tighter as he thrust upwards with more vigor, chasing his high.
 You fall onto his chest, but you determine to make him cum as hard as you were, so you brace through your sensitivity and move your hips to meet his thrust.
 “Come on baby, cum for me, I’m your good girl, only for you.” You kiss him fervently.
 “Ah fuck!” With one hard thrust, Jungkook’s cum spilling onto the condom, still heavily panting, he tucks a strand hair over your right ear and kiss your cheek gently. “My good girl indeed.” Whispering onto your ear, sending goosebumps all over your bare body.
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It feels bittersweet for you that after everything happened, you find yourself back to the place you initially thought will only bring you bad memories. However, life sometimes throw a curveball and surprise us in the sweetest way possible.
  It’s officially Spring in March and you are seated in a booth at Big Johns, sipping on strawberry milkshake while your “boyfriend” busy typing away in your laptop. It’s a familiar sight for you, seeing him focus in his element, but this time, it’s different, because he’s determined to help you find a scholarship on your own in the US. So, same determination, just a different subject, and you are more than happy for it.
 “Baby, I think this one is quite near my campus, what do you think? They also have a very good Fashion Design courses.” Jungkook moves your laptop closer to you as you skim the webpage.
 You’ve been thinking that even though you both don’t mind the long-distance relationship for the two years of Jungkook pursuing his Master’s Degree, it would also be good for you if you chased your own dreams alongside him. You never thought about it, you always think that you will just find a decent job after graduating, but Jungkook motivates you to pursue what you really want in life. You did learn Japanese Literature because you loved it, but you know deep down you’ve always wanted to study Fashion. But since Fashion School costs a lot, you don’t want to burden your parents, so you chose the quick way out. However, you never stop doing fashion illustration in your free time, just a passing hobby. Now that an opportunity to really pursue it comes to you, Jungkook gives you the push you need to take the leap of faith, that life really worth the fight.
 You look at Jungkook besides you, he’s just casually eating a fry while reading the Eligibility Criteria of a grant from the school’s website intently, oblivious to your deeply gaze. But when he feels you’re too quiet, he looks sideways and find your eyes, filled with admiration and love, making your eyes sparkle with that twinkles he loves the most.
 “What are you doing?” He grins and gives you a quick peck.
 “Nothing… I’m just glad that I met you.” You kiss his cheek quickly.
 He caresses your cheek lovingly. “Me too… You are my delectable distraction.”
 You pout cutely, hating the word distraction, but at the same time, it’s inevitable from his previous point of view. After all, he does keep his words to you, now he gives you his whole attention and more, so why would you ever complaint?
 “I’m not, I’m your delightful destination.”
 You kiss him again, now slower, savoring the salty taste of fries still lingers on his lips, but also, this moment. You were never one to bother thinking about the future, but maybe, that’s just because you haven’t found the one you called delightful destination. Now, with Jungkook in your life, you think maybe, life does worth the extra fight.
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Author’s Note: Thank you very much for reading De-railed, hopefully you enjoy it and do leave me feedbacks and comments if any :) Have a good day everyone!
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milkyybuns · 8 months ago
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Characters: Uzui Tengen x gn!Reader Warnings: NSFW (MDNI), Tengen being a dumbass, tiny bit of crack, thirsty reader, no actual sex, oral (reader giving), facial, slight size kink + praise kink Synopsis: You return from a mission exhausted and Tengen offers you his massage services with innocent intentions, initially. Poor man gets excited too easily, but you are happy to give him a hand.
Word count: 930+
-- a/n: After the last couple demon slayer eps I realised how much of a himbo Tengen really is (hint: big one), so I made him more himbo-ish 💖 Oops the premise sound like a cheesy prno :v
“Darling you look sore, would you like some help?” Tengen asked from his place on your shared bed, maroon eyes lazily drifted down your body.
“Ohh that would be amazing, everything hurts after that last mission.” You pouted as you recalled the weeks you and Shinobu spent tracking down the elusive Upper Moon demon before finally disposing of the foul creature.
“C’mere then,” Tengen smiled softly and patted the spot on your shared bed. “Lie on your stomach, I’ll show you my super epic massage skills ~☆”He flashed his signature grin and did some sort of strange Jojo-esque pose.
You resisted the urge to roll your eyes at this and walked to the bed, before unceremoniously flopping down in the centre face down. Tengen paid you no mind and placed his knees on either side of your hips, taking care not to put his full body weight on you as he straddled your thighs.
He started from your shoulders, his large, warm hands gently squeezed your tense muscles.
“Tell me about the mission then, you had to go all the way to Hokkaido right?” Tengen asked. 
 “Mm yeah it was freezing! Plus that upper rank was so goddamn stubborn.” You sighed. “It was some sort of heavy snow leopard creature but it moved so swiftly, even in the blizzard.”
“...And even Shinobu lost her composure at one point, I’ve never seen- ahh! Mmmf, oh yes there-!” You moaned when he worked his elbow into one particularly tight knot in your back.
“Does that feel good?” Tengen asked, a small smirk on his face.
Polished fingers worked magic on your tired muscles, targeting every single point of tension. His thumbs pressed firmly into the area between your shoulder blades.
“Hnn hhaa ahh, ahh feels s'good!” You practically moaned.
"I didn't know you were this good at giving massages." You said.
"Mm well it shouldn't be surprising, you know how good I am with my hands."
You could hear the smugness in his voice. You would have hit him if it weren't for the fact you were a bowl of jelly right now.
"Mnnf harder! Yes right there Tengenn!" You were positively drunk with pleasure as his talented hands worked methodically down your body.
“Now you’re just teasing me on purpose.” Tengen breathed against the shell of your ear, making you shiver.
His hands continued to work their way down to your lower back, ignoring your plump rear and instead squeezing your thighs firmly.
Suddenly you felt the weight of the bed shift. Tengen had climbed off you and was now standing next to the bed.
“All done, you can call me the God of Massages because these hands are just that good!” Tengen boasted.
You sat up on the bed, stretching when you saw the slight bulge in your husband's pants. You bit your lip as a devious smile formed on your face.
“O great God of Massages, would you like some help with that?” You teased, pointing to his bulge.
“Mm darling you know how much I would love that. But you should rest. I can take care of myself.” He replied, slightly flustered.
You pouted at this.
“I know, but I want to. Your massage made me feel so good, I just want to return the favour.” You cooed. “Plus, it’s only natural I want to please my big, handsome husband.”
Tengen could feel his resolve weakening, especially when you looked at him like that.
“Mmn could you repeat that last bit?” Tengen grinned, moving closer to the edge of the mattress so you were kneeling at perfect eye level with his hips. You licked your lips and unzipped his pants. You began to lazily stroke his semi-erect cock, smearing the precum around the tip.
"Big. Handsome. Husband." You said between wet kisses on his smooth tip, hooded eyes staring into his own through thick lashes.
"Mm fuck. How can I say no to that?" Tengen groaned.
You sloppily kissed up the side before taking him into your mouth. You could only fit around half of him into your warm, wet cavern. Your hands wrapped around what you couldn't fit into your mouth, and began a steady rhythm.
“Ohh sweetheart” Tengen groaned loudly, one hand stroking your full cheeks while the other tangled in your hair. It took all his self-control to stop himself from fucking your throat.
You hollowed your cheeks around him and bobbed your head eagerly. You’ve missed the feeling of him, the heaviness on your tongue and the soreness in your jaw. You held in your gag reflex and took in a couple more inches. You wanted to try your best for your husband after all.
His hips jerked forward involuntarily and sloppily fucked into your mouth. His eyes were barely open now, head thrown back as groans spilling out of his mouth like a stream.
"Mmf, yes baby, you look so adorable like this, s'good for me, oh god..." The loud, smooth-talking man was reduced to incoherent rambles and slurred words as your skilled mouth enveloped him.
Just when he was so damn close, you pulled him out of your mouth. His eyes snapped open at the loss only to be met with a glorious sight: Your smaller hands stroking him as fast as you could, eyes glassy and half lidded. Your tongue sticking out to catch as much of his creamy white seed as possible, as he made a mess of your cute face.
Dazed, he collected some of the cum that landed your cheek with his polished fingers and brought it up to your mouth. He moaned as you eagerly lapped it up, giving him a final wink.
"Thank you for the meal~"
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taeghi · 5 months ago
park sunghoon : the boy next door trope
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"are you okay, y/n?" "yep, 'm just fine." "don't lie, i know you're finding it hard to not picture me shirtless."
pairing : shy, figure skater!sunghoon x popular extravert!reader
summary : park sunghoon, the quiet figure skater from school has moved into the house right next door to your own. you never really paid attention to how cute he was until he starts walking around his room shirtless, knowing that your windows were adjacent to one another.
word count: 26,500 (hehe)
includes smut - minors DNI
this is pure fiction, characters included are all the same age (18).
read the other volumes?
taglist : @srirachibi @ryu-naa @blank-velvet @[email protected] @yuakagi @[email protected] @lix-freckle3 @leeis @turnipsandflowerss @[email protected] @melaninjhs @sunshine-skz @[email protected] @violevantae @rpkth @hime98 @fvryang @j4yluvr @heelariously @fireflies997 @rikipediaa @manaswisingh @pshwyfie @[email protected] @hoon3luv @valhoez @tlnyjoong @duolingofanaccount @misavenue @en-boyz @rikithebest (sorry if i forgot anyone lololol)
authors tmi : i listened to sunsetz by cigarettes after sex repeatedly while writing this
park sunghoon was stubborn and cocky, but oh so hot.
still to this day, you aren't sure if you regret meeting him or not- you aren't even sure how you managed to get wrapped up around him- but you curse the house next door.
if it weren't for it- park sunghoon and you would've continued on your separate paths in life- with no need to intertwine them.
the first time you had seen park sunghoon was during the beginning of year 9. he tall and slim and dorky. he was quiet, shy and he sat in the back of the class. he always seemed too aware of himself, obessing over the way his hair looked, and if his clothes were out of place.
needless to say, you didn't pay much attention to him during your first year of high school.
you had been swept up into the popular crowd early into your high school career. you weren't on any of the sports teams at your school nor were you neccessarily considered the prettiest girl in school, but you were nice and you loved to party.
you personally think that you started to grow into your features during your second year of high school. you became more confident with not only your personality, but your looks and appearance as well. that was also around the time that boys started to really look at you. you started to play around with a few guys at your school- building up your confidence even more.
year 10 of high school also brought on the insane increase of popularity to park sunghoon.
over the summer from year 9 to year 10, sunghoon had grown even taller. his dorky features had transitioned into a sharp, more defined structure. he started hanging out with the popular jocks at your school, seemingly to fit right in with them.
park sunghoon had become hot- and anyone who didn't agree was deemed as blind.
though, he was still just as shy as he was during your first year of high school. his shoulders had broadened but his choice of friends had not.
"who the hell is that?" chaehyun asked from beside, flipping her pink hair over her shoulder as she stared down into the hallway.
dayeon and you turned your heads to where she was looking- park sunghoon stood against the lockers, smiling as he listened to his friends joke around and shove each other.
"that's park sunghoon!" dayeon nudged chaehyun with a shake of her head, "we had math with him last year!"
"that's park sunghoon?" chaehyun's jaw dropped as she looked between you and the newly-attractive-boy down the hall. "what the hell happened to him?"
"figure skating's really paid off for him." dayeon shrugged leaning back against her own locker.
you hadn't been able to take your eyes off of him. his pale skin contrasted so prettily against the ugly blue of the lockers behind him. he seemed to never speak a word while he was surrounded with his friends, only a lazy smile or laugh would escape him.
"god, do you know how many girls are gonna want him this year?" chaehyun scoffed, leaning her head on dayeon's shoulder, "a lot compared to last year."
"do you think he's still a virgin?" dayeon asked, making you and chaehyun look at her.
"no way." chaehyun scoffed, shaking her head, "look at him!"
"i don't know, chae." you said, a smirk creeping onto your face as you turned back to park sunghoon. the thoughts of taking the quiet, good boy's virignity creeping into your mind, "he does seem to still have that 'pure' look about him, no?"
dayeon and chaehyun tilt their heads as they look at the boy down the hall, "no," they say at the same time.
"there is just no way a guy that hot is a virgin!" chaehyun insists.
the bell rings and the hall starts to scatter with voices and sutdents as they prepare for their next class to start. park sunghoon disappears into the crowd of them all.
"why don't you go ask him, then?" you tease chaehyun, your eyebrows wiggling on your forehead.
"you're crazy!" she exclaimed, nudging you with her shoulder.
"oh, she's definitely crazy if she thinks park sunghoon is still a virgin." dayeon chimed in, squeezing her way inbetween you two as you walked to your class.
"i am not! he's just too," you pause and think about your memory of him sitting in the back of your classes last year, "quiet, and passive."
you hear chaehyun and dayeon scoff behind, pushing past you to continue walking to their classes, shaking their heads at you.
by year 11 the whole school had deemed sunghoon as a virgin.
it took six months for chaehyun and dayeon to cave in and agree with you, and the rest of the school that perhaps sunghoon was a virgin afterall. a hot virgin.
you had seen sunghoon at some of the parties you attended on the weekends. he'd be nursing a red solo cup that he barely took a sip out of and leaned back against the walls, smirking every now and then at something one of his idiotic friends would say.
sunghoon had begun hanging out with the schools athletes some time the year before, becoming attatched at the hip with them like the rest of them were with each other.
you and your friends sat in the bleachers of their games, with sunghoon always sitting no too far away from you, having the most bored expression on his face at every game.
no one was really surprised when sunghoon started hanging out with the rest of them- he was an athelete himself- and his physical attractiveness fit in with them all.
it was his personality and overall demeanor that set him apart from them all- if their interests in sports weren't shared then there seemed to be nothing else in common between them and sunghoon.
he was the introvert in the extroverted friend group of boys.
you don't remember much of sunghoon from your year 11, only that you had tried to start a conversation with him once at a party, but gave up after a minute after his bored expression stared down at you in silence, only receiving a slight nod at your greeting.
you remember hearing a challenge going around among the girls in your school as to who could be the one to take park sunghoon's virginity.
it wasn't a secret that the rest of his friend group slept around- always leaving parties with a new girl- or hitting up a new girl every week. they were big flirts- but sunghoon was not.
or so it seemed.
"oh my god!" dayeon gasped out as she plopped herself onto the chair in front of you and chaehyun in the cafeteria. "did you guys hear about xiaoting and not tell me?"
chaehyun and you glanced at each other in confusion, "what are you talking about? we haven't heard anything about xiaoting." chaehyun shrugged at dayeon.
"oh my god!" dayeon gasped louder and reached across the table to pull you two closer to her, "xiaoting took park sunghoon's virignity." chaehyun and you copied the gasp that dayeon had done seconds before.
"xiaoting and sunghoon?" chaehyun repeated back, trying to make sure that she had heard her friend correctly.
"yes! can you believe it?" dayeon nodded, pushing you two back to your seats. "shen xiaoting took park sunghoon's virignity."
it wasn't really a shock that xiaoting and sunghoon would hook up.
shen xiaoting was the prettiest girl in your school and everyone knew it- including herself. she was the captain of the dance and cheerleading teams. she was slim, tall, had big doe eyes and every other characteristic that society deemed as the beauty standard.
you thought back and tried to remember if you had ever seen xiaoting and sunghoon together in the hallways, or in class or at a party- but your mind came up blank.
"what?" a voice chuckled out from beside your table. "who and who?"
the three of you turned and looked at park jay who stood at the side of your table, his hands coming forward to rest on the table so that his body leaned over.
park jay was best friends with sunghoon. he was the one who had introduced sunghoon to the rest of the friend group that they were in together. he was almost every sports team at the school, depending on a scholarship to get himself into a good college.
at that point, you had spoke to jay a few times at some parties, always taking shots together and flirting until you pushed him away for the night, teasing him that next time you'd get to be together with him.
"xiaoting and sunghoon." you shrugged out, taking a sip of your drink.
jay looked down at you, quirking his eyebrow up at the mention of his best friend- confirming that he had heard them right after all as he walked pass them. "you think shen xiaoting took sunghoon's virginity?" jay almost laughed out, holding back for the sake of his friends' diginity.
"yeah," you nodded up at him, "that's what we heard at least."
"is it true?" dayeon jumped in, a bit too excited sounding.
jay chuckled deeply as he stood up straight again, "no way." jay looked back at his friends' table breifly, "sunghoon wouldn't go for her."
"so, he's a virgin still?" chaehyun titled her head in confusion.
jay laughed at the certain word that seemed to be constantly floating around at your table, but only shrugged with a cocky grin.
"oh c'mon, what does that mean?" dayeon whined out, her lips jutting out.
"i don't know." jay shrugged again, his shoulders coming up to his ears with a cheesy grin on his face. "i'll see you guys around."
"jay! ugh." chaehyun groaned out, being dismissed by him as he waved his fingers teasingly at her, winking at you in the process.
you watched as jay sat down with his friends, swatting jake's head as he sat down beside him, making jake glare at him. he quickly joined in the conversation with his friends as your eyes travelled over the boys- your eyes stopping over a pair that was looking right back at you.
park sunghoon sat back in his chair, scanning your face almost lazily from across the cafeteria. his black hair had grown out long that year, his bangs draping over his forehead and landing in his eyes. he rolled a red apple lazily in his hands until the stem popped off into his fingers.
you felt your heartbeat pick up as he bit into the apple, his eyes only leaving your own then as he turned his attention back to his friends, his jaw flexing everytime he chewed the piece in his mouth.
"what did they want?" heeseung asked jay, nodding his head towards your table.
jay grabbed jungwon's drink and put it to his lips, blocking out the whines of jungwon telling him not to and shrugged, "wanted to know if xiaoting and sunghoon fucked."
"what?" jake laughed out, leaning over to look at sunghoon with amused eyes. "shen xiaoting, bro?"
jay put down jungwon's drink as he swallowed the liquid. jungwon quickly swept up his drink before jay could have anymore. "yeah, specifically that she took his virginity." jay smirked at his friends.
"bro!" jake called out again, his eyes widening more.
sunghoon only shook his head, taking another bite of his apple.
"what? you didn't hook up with her?" jake whined, his shoulders dropping.
sunghoon gave his friend an annoyed look, "you guys know i don't want to hook up with anyone that any of you have hooked up with." sunghoon rolled his eyes, "i'm not into sloppy seconds, or thirds, or fourths."
his friends all laughed at his reasoning, having heard him explain himself one million times before.
"well, if you want to hook up with anyone at this school then. you better hurry up and find a girl, because at this point there's only a few girls left." heeseung joked, winking at his friend.
sunghoon could only roll his eyes, before they landed on you again.
you had turnred your own attention back to your friends after he had looked away. realizing that you probably look like a creep to anyone who had watched you practically stare down park sunghoon.
"huh, y/n?" chaehyun nudged you from the side.
"what?" you asked, not realizing that she had spoken to you.
chaehyun rolled her eyes, "i said jay has the hots for you." she wiggled her eyebrows at the mention of the boy.
"oh, god." you chuckled out with a shake of your head.
"what?" dayeon leaned in close to you, "don't act like you don't flirt with him at every party!"
"it's not every party," you defened yourself, "plus, he's not my type."
"oh, no?" chaehyun cocked her head to the side, "what's your type then."
your thoughts filled of sunghoon's rose lips covering the red skin of the apple as he bit into it, his tongue darting out over them to collect the fallen juices of the fruit-
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it was two weeks before your senior year of high school started that the nice old lady next door sold her house. you had lived in your family's house all your life, and grew up with the lady next door always offering you muffins or cookies that she had baked. you were sad when her house had sold so quickly in the summer.
you wondered who would move in beside you. theorizing that another old lady would move in so your addiction to home made blueberry muffins would continue on. you wondered about the idea of a newly wed couple moving in, ready to start to life together.
there had been so many engrossing ideas in your head about who your future neighbours could be.
and park sunghoon was NOT one of them.
being woken up by moving trucks, banging and yelling during the end of summer was not something you desired. your family had already been awake for hours at the time, sleepily you joined them outside on your porch to see who was moving in.
a pretty woman was stood on their porch, explaining to some movers where some boxes to go. a man who was carrying a box from the truck smiled at her and whispered something in her ear, which made the stressed frown on her face desperse into a lazy smile.
you figured your theory of newly weds moving was correct- until a little girl ran through the woman's legs, down the porch steps and giggling as the woman told her to stop running around while people were working.
you watched her run down the driveway, ignoring the woman's words and running right up to the ginat moving truck that had backed up onto the end of their drive way.
"pass me a box! i wanna help!" the girl shouted with a pout into the open end of the truck. she only smiled again when someone placed a small cardboard box into her hands.
your eyes followed the pair of arms that had leant down and gave the little girl the box. he had pale skin and black, longer hair that covered his face as he turned around and picked up a box for himself to carry. he was slim and tall and somewhat familiar that you couldn't seem to narrow it down too until he jumped down from the truck and his long bangs brushed back.
you felt your exterior go slack at the realization that park sunghoon was now your next door neighbour.
"oh hello!" a cheery voice called out to your family all stood on the porch.
"hi!" your mother greeted back. the pretty, stressed woman from before was leaning over their porch railing and smiling at you all.
"kwangho! come here!" she called into the house. "it's so nice to meet you, i'm park jiyoung!" the little girl from before ran and latched onto jiyoung's hip, "this is yewon, my daughter."
you could barely fake a smile to the nice woman and the cute girl, too focused on the way park sunghoon was coming closer to your house, his eyes never leaving yours once his mother had called out to your family. a faint smirk rested on his rosey lips and a light sheen of sweat covered his foreheard from the mid-day, summer sun.
sunghoon set down the box he was carrying on the porch steps, turning and facing your family with a smile as if he wasn't just intimidating you seconds before. "this is my son, sunghoon, and my husband kwangho is still inside! kwangho!" she called out to him again.
"it's so very nice to meet you all!" your mother's cheery voice exclaimed, "this is my family!" your mother introduced your younger brother, your father, herself and you.
you continued to be as polite as you could to your new next door neighbours, but the way sunghoon was staring at you was too distracting. his gaze never left your body- dressed in your short sleeping shorts and tank top. you've never felt so exposed to a boy before, and he was across the lawn from you, standing next to his little sister and mother. it was honestly shocking to you how confident park sunghoon was being- blantantly checking you out although you had woken up five minutes prior.
sunghoon himself was shocked at seeing you, standing on the porch to the house right beside his new one.
when his parents had told them that they were moving at the beginning of the summer- he was admiittley pissed. he lived right down the street from jake, and only a ten minute walk away from jay's and heeseung's houses. he didn't want to move- plus, he liked the house he lived in before. it was where he and yewon had grown up together- where his parents had learnt how to parent together- where so many family memories of relatives from all over coming on holidays to celebrate.
but now, as you stand in those awfully short, shorts that expose your soft legs, he could care less about his old house.
you were hot- and now you were his neighbour. which means he could possibly see more of you in moments like the one you're both in now- with you with your swollen lips from sleeping- and the strap of your tank top falling down to expose your collarbone.
to sunghoon, it seemed as if the y/l/n y/n that was known at school and parties, was completely different to the one who stood across the lawn from him now. you looked innocent and sweet- and not like you had just beat everyone at beer pong and grinded ontop one of the tables with his teammate a few days ago.
it had always been obvious to sunghoon that you were out of his league- you two were just insanely different from one another that there would be no way for him to ever interact with you.
but now, maybe his luck was changing.
"kwangho! there you are! these are our new neighbours!" his mother pulled him out of his thoughts.
"sorry! sorry!" his father sheepishly shrugged and smiled at your family. "nice to meet you!"
your parents spoke politely for a few moments, making you try and avoid eye contact with sunghoon for a while longer until they gave the final goodbye and you all went inside again, your eyes catching a final glimpse of sunghoon's smirk before you closed the front door.
you had no idea as to why park sunghoon made you so nervous. it wasn't like yourself to feel so- intimidated by someone- let alone by a boy. you didn't understand why he was so reserved in every public setting you had seen him in- and so confident and almost cocky as he stood infront of your parents.
you weren't sure how you felt about your new next door neighbour, but you were sure that you'd make the most out of it.
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you didn't see sunghoon or any of his family during the first week that they had moved in next door. you didn't go out with your friends for the final parties of the summer before school started- opting to just stay in, laying in your bed and questionning your identity.
you didn't know how you would ever be able to face sunghoon again since the last time you had seem him- him making you a nervous, blushing mess under his gaze from ten meters away. you had never been as messy as that before. nor have you ever seen park sunghoon so cocky and confident before.
the day that your senior year of high school started, you woke up late.
rushing around your room in an attempt to get everything sorted before you rushed out the door to school was probably hilarious looking from anyone that wasn't you. and you would've thought your morning was complete shit, but you had some sort of common sense to open your curtains before leaving your room for the day- just happening to catch park sunghoon shirtless, brushing his teeth on his mini balcony directly across from your own, and staring right at you.
the early morning sun was basking around on his pale chest and shoulders. a fine line of abs covers his abdomen and from a far you can see there are a few moles spread around his skin that match the ones on his face.
sunghoon smirks with his toothbrush still in his mouth before he pulls it out and leans over his balcony, spitting the toothpaste out onto the small patch of grass between the sides of your houses.
when he stands upwards again, the smirk that you're slowly becoming familiar with is still plastered onto his face. your face must be contorted into some sort of mixture of shock and desire that he finds a way to amuse himself.
sunghoon brings up his hand that doesn't hold his toothbrush and teasingly waves his hand at you. your jaw drops when reality hits you and you realize that shritless park sunghoon is standing 4 meters away and waving at you.
you quickly shut your curtains again, blocking eachother from seeing one another. you only notice then that you were holding in your breath and let out a sharp and quick exhale of breath.
"what the fuck." you mumble out quickly to yourself, your hands still gripping onto your curtains.
"what's wrong, honey?" your mother's voice asked from your doorway, where's she's leaning against the doorframe with a laundry basket against her hip.
"oh! uh, nothing!" you force smile at her, hoping she didn't just see you almost drool over your new neighbours.
"oh, ok! well, you better hurry, or you'll be late for school!" she smiles cheerily at you, turning away and walking further down the hall of your house.
"okay!" you call after her, your fake smile dropping as soon as she's out of view.
after first seeing park sunghoon as a quiet dork in your freshman year, you would have never had guessed that he'd be teasing you across your balconies while being shirtless. it was as if the image of park sunghoon that you had made- that you had been given by sunghoon himself- after all these years, was something completely different than who he really was.
and you were determined to figure out who exactly that was- as soon as you get the image of how hot he is shirtless out of your head.
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the rest of your first day of senior year was fine, the random flashback of sunghoon waving at you would fly through your mind but you forced it out and distracted yourself with your friends or your schoolwork that was somehow already piling up.
you still hadn't managed to tell your friends about who your new next door neighbour was. you knew if (and when) you did, they'd be ushering you into your own house and peeping through your curtains to get a glance at him in a millisecond.
you didn't seem to have any classes with your neighbour this semester- something that you never thought you would be grateful for- every other time that you had a class together- you'd barely even look at him. this year however, it seemed as if you were hyper aware of his presence looming around the classrooms and hallways.
you saw the group of familiar jocks all crowding around the hall at the end of the day. chaehyun was walking beside you, ranting about how she already hates all her teachers for this semester. you noticed sunghoon admist the group of boys, his back turned towards them as he was going through his locker.
"y/n! chae!" sunoo called out, beckoning you both over to his group of friends. his cheery smiled pulled you both in, so now you had joined the crowd in the crowded hallway as well.
sunghoon turned at the mention of your name, taking in your overpowering aura as you approached his friend group.
jake immediately pulled you into his side, your arm wrapping around his back, "where the hell have you been? haven't seen you in weeks." he pouted down at you.
"yeah, what the fuck? it's not like you to miss so many parties at the end of summer." jay chimed in, looking at you with a confused expression.
you shrugged, "eh, i just didn't feel like it, wanted to spend sometime with my family before school starts up again."
"lame!" chaehyun teased you, making the rest of the gorup laugh. you turned your head in sunghoon's direction, only for his back to be turned to you, as if you weren't there, he continued to pull out textbooks and put in his bag.
"there's still all this school year to party guys." you roll your eyes at them.
"that's right," jake said, "more time for you to come into my bed." there were a round of groans in the crowd, making jake smirk at you.
you dragged back your arm that was wrapped around his back and slid your hand up to his cheek, "in your dreams, jake." you patted his cheek.
"we have to go find dayeon, y/n." chaehyun nodded at you, pushing herself off of heeseung and tugging on your backpack to go.
"yeah, you're right." your mind filled with your other friend, wondering how her first day of senior went, and why she hadn't found you and chaehyun yet. "see you guys later."
the group of atheletes say their goodbyes and watch you and chaehyun walk away down the hall. they wait until you're both out of earshot until they speak.
"you need to stop flirting with y/n, she's too hot for you." jay nudges jake gently.
"if she's too hot for me, then she's way too hot for you." jake rolls his eyes at his friend.
"then why does she practically beg me to bring her to my place at every party, bro." jay shakes his head teasingly.
"what do you think of y/n, hoon?" heeseung turns the groups' attention to the quiet boy.
sunghoon feels himself tense at the mention of his and your names in the same sentence. "she's alright." he shrugs nonchalantly, his hand halting in his locker nervously.
"alright!?" jake asks confused, looking at the guys in the group and then to sunghoon again, "bro, are you blind?"
sunghoon swings his backpack over his shoulder and slams his locker shut, "no, i'm not. i wish i was so i wouldn't have to look at you all day." jake crosses his arms over his chest at sunghoon's insult.
"ok, but seriously sunghoon, you don't wanna fuck y/n?" jay asks him.
sunghoon sighs deeply, "i've already told you guys one million times, i don't want to fuck anyone that any of you have fucked before. ok?"
he sees all his friends glance at eachother with confused expressions on their faces.
"what?" sunghoon asks them when its silent for longer than he expected it to be.
"none of us have ever got with y/n, hoon." heeseung explains to him slowly.
"not yet, anyways." jake cuts in.
"shut up." annoyed, jay puts his hand up to jake to silence him.
sunghoon thinks that that moment was when he got some hope that you could be his- even if for one night. he's always found you pretty, but you were so out of his league that he figured his more outgoing more confident friends would suit you more.
sunghoon had always seen you flirting with his friends. he had heard many times from his friends that they all found you hot. he heard from basically everyone in the school that you liked to fuck around and have fun so openly. so overtime, sunghoon had figured that you had gotten with some of his friends and that you'd never look at him the same way you look at anyone you want to have fun with.
sunghoon was honestly shocked that his friends had never successfully hooked up with you. everyone and probably their parents knew that you and jay had made out multiple tomes and multiple parties, so everyonoe guessed that the two of you have gone further as well.
sunghoon knows that there's nothing wrong with sleeping around- he does it himself, his friends all do it- but there's just something unappealing to him when he finds out the girl he's been talking to all night at a party has fucked one of his friends. it gets him all wrapped up in his head that what he's doing with the girl is something that she's done with someone that he's referred to as his brother before.
it feels wrong to him- almost unloyal in a sense. his friends have explained to him one million times that they're fine with hooking up with the same girl- that it's just fun and no one gets hurt. but still, sunghoon can't imagine doing that to one of his friends- to one of his brothers.
so yes, sunghoon isn't a virgin. he lost his virginity when he was a sophomore- at some beach party that jake and jay had dragged him to in the summer when they went to australia together. he doesn't remember much of it, just that he was glad to not be labelled a virgin anymore from his friends and society.
since that summer, he's been dragged to almost every party his friends went to. and if there was a pretyt girl that happened to notice him through his large, loud crowd of friends- he made sure she didn't go to his school. usually, he was lucky enough to hook up with girls that were visiting their friends for the weekend and lived in a different city.
sunghoon's heard the so called 'rumours' that he was still a virgin. he's heard different girls in his school claim to have taken his virginity- when in reality he has no idea who they are. he doesn't understand why his- or anyone else's for the matter- virgin status was such a big deal. there were some people who lost their virignity younger than others and there were some who lost their virginity way past college years.
the rumours make sunghoon laugh. he told his friends to not tell anyone that he's not a virgin. he liked to watch everyone scramble around trying to find out the truth about him. his friends had told him that sometimes people will come up to them ask whether he's a virgin or not- or sometimes if they're bold enough- they'll just ask him himself.
sunghoon has learnt that the whole society construct of virginity is stupid and meaningless and he wishes his wasn't one of the biggest rumours around his school.
"anyways, when will we get to see that new house of yours, hoon?" jake swung his arm around sunghoon's shoulders.
"yeah, we all want to see it!" sunoo smiled up at him.
sunghoon hadn't told his friends about his new next door neighbours either. he hadn't told them that your rooms were across from one another and that he had basically eye fucked you a week prior. he knew as soon as he did, he wouldn't be able to get his friends out of his house for the rest of the school year.
"my parents are still moving stuff around, so they don't want anyone over." sunghoon shrugged, lying through his teeth.
"oh come on!" jay pushed sunghoon's shoulder. "that's a ball of crap! we know your parents love us!" his friends all raised their eyebrows up at sunghoon's excuse to not have them over, wondering what the problem was.
"anyways, i have to get to practice." sunghoon nudged his way through his group of friends, aiming for the exit of the school doors.
"what the hell? why can't we go to your house?" jake called after him in shock.
"aren't you guys suppose to be at practice in like?" sunghoon turned and checked his watch, "five minutes ago?"
he watched his friends all shout in shock about being late, trying to push past one another to get to the soccer field in the back of the school before their coach kills them all for being late. sunghoon could only laugh, before turning and walking home, wondering if he'll see you on the way there.
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sunghoon only managed to keep his friends away from his new house for a week since they all followed him home friday afternoon.
sunghoon likes to listen to music while he walks home after school. since sunghoon is an introvert, he finds school to not only be physically tiring, but mentally. so he looks forward to blasting music in his earphones on his way home from school. he truly didn't know his idiotic friends were following behind him during the fifteen minute walk until they pounced on his back as soon as he stepped foot on his driveway.
"what the hell?" sunghoon gasped, ripping his earphones out of his ear to hear his friends' annoying laughter. "what are you doing here?"
"bro, we've been following you the entire time." jake explained through laughter.
sunghoon could only stare at his three friends laughing their heads off on his driveway, praying to god you were already home and closing your curtains in your bedroom. he really didn't want to deal with all the shit he was going to get from his friends once they found out who his next door neighbour was.
"this is a nice place sunghoon," jay pointed up at the house, "why don't you let us inside, we can all hangout until the party tonight."
sunghoon almost groaned outloud at the mention of the party. he had a stressful first week of senior year and he wouldn't even get to be by himself for the few hours before the party to get to relax. but still, he nodded to friends, almost rushing them inside.
"where are your parents?" heeseung asked curiously, all four boys taking off their shoes and backpacks in the front hall of the house, the screen door still being open.
"uh, my mom's probably at the grocery store and my dad's at work for another hour." sunghoon explained, wanting to go into the kitchen for some food.
"why is y/n here?" jake asked, amking the other three boys turn their heads to look out the screendoor.
if the three of his friends weren't so loud, sunghoon was sure that they'd hear him nervously gulp at the mention of your name.
"what the hell? what's she doing?" jay asked, pointing at your figure walking up sunghoon's driveway before crossing onto your own.
sunghoon counted to five in his head before his friends all gasped, watching you unlock the door to the house next door and walking in.
"y/n lives next door?!" jake yelled out, turning around in disbelief to look at sunghoon.
"why didn't you tell us?" heeseung asked, his hands coming out in front of him to ask.
sunghoon maintained his composure and shrugged, "i'm hungry." he turned on his heel and headed to the kitchen, his friends right on his feet continuing to ask questions.
"how long have you known she lived there?" jay asked, watching sunghoon go into the fridge and pull out a bowl of mixed fruit.
"since i moved in." sunghoon didn't look at his friends, pretending to be more interested in the fruit before him than his hot next door neighbour.
"bro what the hell?" jake asked, his jaw still dropped in disbelief. "have you spoken to her?"
"of course he hasn't" jay shook his head, "he can barely look in her eye let alone have a conversation with her."
"i can have a conversation with her!" sunghoon defended himself weakly, an annoyed look still present on his face.
jay rolled his eyes, "hoon, you can have a conversation with everyone but her. i've seen her try to talk to you and you always make it the most dry convo i've ever seen."
sunghoon's mouth gapes open and close as he tries to process more words he can use to defend himself. but he ultimately leaves his mouth shut with a straight face. because his friends are right- with their stupid know-it-all faces- they are right. because sunghoon has always thought you were hot, and out of his league. he thought that the moment he'd open his mouth, his cool composure would fail him and you would see how lame he really is.
sunghoon's cool composure only lasts him so long with the girls he hooks up with at parties- or with the kids at school. he's confident enough to fool them for the moments he has with those people. but as soon as he's alone with his friends or family, it's like his real side comes out. the real side where he's not cool, or self disaplined- but more carefree and funny and witty and he likes playing video games with his friends until 4am until they get laughed at by their parents for being too loud.
sunghoon's cool composure is really a safety persona he puts on so not everyone will know him so easily- they won't hurt him as easily.
with you, the safety persona doesn't feel as strong as it normally does with other people. it scares him. and now that you're his neighbour- he doesn't know how long he can hold out on it because you're so hot and outgoing and extraverted that it keeps drawing him in too quickly.
"but now's your chance, hoon! she's literally right next door! why don't you try talking to her!" heeseung encourages him with a kind smile that heeseung always has on when he talks to anyone of his friends.
sunghoon's gratful for heeseung, but he tsks in response, "because i've arleady told you guys that she's alright." sunghoon lies through his teeth to his friends for the third time that week.
"oh my god, hoon fine!" jay smacks his hand on the table, "if you don't wanna fuck her than i will!"
sunghoon's head snaps towards jay and he can feel apart of him grow anger deep inside at his friends' statement.
"see!" jake points at sunghoon, "if you didn't want to fuck her than you wouldn't get angry like that, we all know about your loyality shit or whatever, so just admit you like your next door neighbour."
"i don't like her." sunghoon clarifies, trying to redeem himself in some sort of way.
"okay, fine," jake puts his hands up to surrender, "you don't like her, but you wanna fuck her."
"jesus, can we just drop this now. this is why i didn't want to tell you guys that she's my neighbour."
"fine fine," jay nods, "but still, i don't see a reason why you shouldn't try to hook up with her, okay?"
sunghoon only glared at his three friends that all wore matching smirks on their faces, all knowing that they were slowly cracking sunghoon into getting with you. they had noticed before that when yours and their friendgroups met up at parties, sunghoon would fall more silent than usual, and he never once even glanced in your direction. they wondered now if something would finally happen between you two.
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your complicated relationship with your neighbour started at a party- a shitty party.
a shitty party where barely any one had shown up and where the music sucked. apparently everyone was too exahusted from partying the week before and having to deal with the first week of school again.
you should've known that your night would've been different than any other friday night from the awry beginning, when four boys were piled onto your porch and asking your parents if it would be alright if they drove with you to the party.
jake and jay wore their usual cocky smirks, heeseung stood in the back with his kind smile and cranky park sunghoon stood in the back rolling on his heels, pretending as if he wasn't standing on your porch.
so now, you're sitting on jay's lap in the back of dayeon's car as she drives, and your knees are brushing against sunghoon's who is sitting right beside you.
you've sat on jay's lap before at a party multiple times, but not right beside sunghoon who had been showing complicated behaviour for not only the past two weeks that you were neighbours- but for your entire high school career together. it became obvious quickly that the sunghoon that was being shown when it was just you and him was very different from the sunghoon that was with you when other people were around.
sunghoon sat so quietly beside you it was as if he didn't know who you were. you think that if you weren't neighbours, you wouldn't have thought his behaviour was different than any other time you've seen him. but those cocky, confident moments he had shown you throughout the two weeks wa something that never elft your mind. you were finding yourself looking for him in the halls at school and through the windows of your house, trying to catch a glimpse of him coming home or leaving. but, you saw nothing. it was as if he was purposefully trying to avoid you.
"it's cool that you and hoon are neighbours now." jay said from behind you, his jaw resting on your shoulder as one of his hands lazily played with your hair that was resting over your other shoulder.
"yeah, we didn't even know you guys were neighbours until today." jake chimed in, quirking an eyebrow at sunghoon who pretended like he didn't see it.
"me neither." dayeon grumbled, meeting your eyes in the rearview mirror, indicating that she wanted to know more about it later on.
when you walked into the party (before you knew it was shitty) chaehyun was already tipsy and flirting with heeseung. dayeon and you shared a glance at you friend and rolled your eyes. both of you knew how your other friend felt about lee heeseung, and neither of you were the ones to stop her from flirting with him. heeseung didn't seem to mind though, chaehyun was pretty and he thought she was funny.
the quicker you found out that the party wasn't going to be good, the quicker you drank to forget that it wasn't going to be good.
you didn't realize how much you had drank until you were sitting beside sunghoon with your right leg drapped over his left one. you first noticed the way sunghoon gave you a weird expression as you sat down beside him.
"what? can't your neighbour sit beside you?" you asked him with a smile, your eyes appearing innocent and glossed over as you made eye contact.
"yeah, you can." sunghoon nodded before looking away, further into the house you were in.
"wow, a whole three words spoken to me, that's a record." you responded sarcastically.
"what does that mean?" he looked down at you in confusion.
"i mean, you never speak to me, ever."
a thoughful look spreads across sunghoon's face as he takes in your words, "well, i didn't know that you even wanted to speak to me."
you turn and face him now, a soft pout forming on your lips, "what do you mean? of course i wanna speak to you."
sunghoon felt his confidence boost at your words, your grip on his upperarm becoming firm as you grip harder.
"what do you wanna speak about?" a smirk grows on sunghoon's face.
a taken aback look crosses your face at his change in aura, "just- you're so shy!-but so hot!" and you're sure that even without the alcohol you would've said that to him.
sunghoon chuckles in response, "that's what you wanna talk about?"
"well, i just don't understand you."
"what does that mean?"
"i mean," you lean closer towards him, incase anyone nearby was listening, "i can't figure out if you're a dom or a sub."
sunghoon's sure that if he hadn't known you for almost four years, his eyes would've popped out of his skull at your forwardness, but you're you, and he's used to it and his smirk spread further across his face as your words. "what do you think i am, y/n?"
the atmosphere between you two becomes tense as you maintain eye contact with each other with minimal space between one another. "a sub."
sunghoon throws his head back and laughs at your thought, making the intense atmoshpere dissapate in an instant and you pull away from him with an amused look on your face. "what?" you whine out ot him, feeling as if he was making fun of you at the way he was laughing.
"a sub? really y/n?" he asks, watching you nod in response, "wow, you really don't understand me, or know me at all do you?"
you sit up on your kness on the couch to face him, the skin on your bare knees from your dress riling up distracts sunghoon for a moment as he feels the warmth from your skin against his thigh.
"no i don't!" you whine again, the alcohol defintely affecting you now. "i don't understand why you can't look at me when everyone else is around, but can flirt with me and tease me, and brush your teeth shritless on your balcony when no one else is around."
sunghoon chuckles at your little confession, his index finger drawing circles on your lower thigh were your knee is bent. "is that what made you think i'm a sub?" he asks playfully.
"no, i think you're a sub because you're usually so shy, and a virgin."
sunghoon pulls away and throws his head back to laugh again. "you think i'm a sub virgin?!"
"well, aren't you?" you ask like it's the obvious answer.
sunghoon's fingers return to your thigh then, but it's not drawing little shapes onto your skin, it's his hold hand gripping your thigh. he's suddenly leaning into you, looking up with his eyes into your own. "no way in hell, y/n."
you continue to stare into his eyes, a smirk of your own growing on your face as you try to decipher if he's playing a game with you or not. you place your left hand on sunghoon's warm, tinted pink cheek, "really? because i can so see you being a good boy for me."
sunghoon's hand comes up and takes your hand away from his face, "you're gonna have to save that for your dreams y/n, because that is never going to happen." his hand comes up to grab your jaw, his thumb circling the skin beside your lip.
"oh? so what? you're gonna dom me?" you ask sarcastically trying to not fall for his game.
"yeah, and i'll fuck you so good that you'll cry."
your composure dropped at that moment, feeling yourself become weak all over at sunghoon's words. his thumb that was circling your cheek had moved to your bottom lip, practically begging for you to take it inside your mouth and suck. "prove it."
"y/n! we gotta go! chaehyun's throwing up!" dayeon's voice calls out, making you and sunghoon rip apart.
you turn and look at the frantic dayeon who is calling you over with worried eyes.
"ok! i'm coming!" you jump up, grabbing your sweater and following dayeon, saying a brief goodbye to sunghoon who just watches you run after your friend to take care of your other vomitting friend.
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heeseung rides in the car ride home with you, dayeon and passed out chaehyun. chaehyun is spread out in the backseat, with her head on heeseung's lap.
"'m sorry guys, i didn't realize how much she had kept on drinking." heeseung mumbled out from the back, pushing chae's hair out of her face.
"it's okay, hee! she told us when we got there that she was gonna keep drinking because the party was shit." dayeon smiles at him through the rearview mirror.
"god that party was so shit!" heeseung agrees, looking out the car's window into the dark city street, glad that he got to leave the place.
"how did you think the party was y/n? i saw you and sunghoon talking, what were you guys up to." dayeon turns the attention towards you in the passenger seat.
"sunghoon?" heeseung asks shocked from the back, careful to wake up chaehyun with his excitement.
"god," you groaned, "we weren't doing anything. we were just talking." you lied through your teeth, something that both you and sunghoon had been doing during those two weeks.
you noticed dayeon and heeseung give each other look, but chose to ignore, you were sobering up quickly since speaking to sunghoon, and you were getting more tired by the second.
dayeon dropped you off first, watching you walk into your house safely before leaving to drop off chaehyun and heeseung as well.
you got into your bedroom quietly, dressing in your pyjama shorts and sweater. you felt the exhaustion from the alcohol and holding up chaehyun as she threw up start to settle in. you think you were just about to pass out until your phone vibrated beside your head, showing an instagram dm on the screen.
[y/n.username] : ice_parksunghoon : is chae ok?
you sat up as you read sunghoon's name and swiped open your phone to respond.
[y/n.username] : yeah, she is
[ice_parksunghoon] : are you home now?
[y/n.username] : yeah, i am
[ice_parksunghoon] : do you still want me to prove that i'm a dom?
you felt your breath hitch at his message, the tiredness in your body immediately leaving at the thought of what you and sunghoon would do tonight.
[y/n.username] : come over
it took a few minutes for him to respond.
[ice_parksunghoon] : i'm outside
and then you were quietly running down to yur front door, unlocking it to reveal sunghoon who was still wearing his outfit from the party and he's smirking down as he takes in your own attire.
"you tired?" he asks with a quirk of his eyebrow.
"not anymore." you respond, grabbing his hand and pulling him into your house, leading upstairs to your bedroom.
sunghoon's only seen a few glimpse's of your bedroom from across your balconies, but being inside of it was something so much different. he could see your pictures of your friends and family all over the walls, your set of plushies sat in the chair in the corner of your room, and messy desk with homework already piling up. he could see characterstics of you spread around that he didn't know existed.
you brought him back into reality as you walked up to him, much shorter than he was making him have to completely turn his head down to look at you. your hands trailed over his chest over his black shirt that suited him so well. you could feel his muscles so easily under his chest from figure skating and working out.
"you're gonna be a good boy for me, right hoon?" you teased him, your voie coming out sultry and in a whisper.
you heard sunghoon chuckle darkly as he grabbed your hands away from him, holding onto your wrists, "i thought i told you that would have to be something for your dreams." his fake smile dropped for his next sentence, "and i didn't say you could touch me, baby."
your own smile dropped as you took in his words, your eyes becoming rounder as you listened to him, his grip still on your wrists.
sunghoon's smile returned as he saw a glimpse of submissive gleam over your eyes for a moment, "now why don't you take off your shorts for me?" he let go of your wrists so you could follow his command. his voice had become deeper than you had ever heard it before- his almost compettive, confident aura filling up your room quickly and taking over your own.
you bent over and slid your shorts slowly down your legs until they were on the floor and kicked to side, leaving you only in your ovesized sweater.
sunghoon's hands rested on your newly exposed hips, pulling your sweater up a little, "you're gonna be a good girl for me, right baby?" his new nickname for you had you weak in the knees, your mind going fuzzy at the new sunghoon before you.
"and what if i'm not?" you push him, trying to redeem yourself, wanting to prove that you aren't some submissive girl.
sunghoon bent down to your ear, his lips brushing over the shell as he whispered, "then you'll make me angry, and you'll be punished," he pulled away to look directly in your eyes, "and good girls shouldn't be punished right?" you only nodded in response, which wasn't the right thing to do as his hand came up harshly to grip your jaw, "use your words y/n."
"right what?"
"right, sir." sunghoon smirked as the submissive state took over you completely then, feeling almost arrogant at how quick he would have you begging for him.
sunghoon's hands return to your hips, where he pushed up your sweater, up and overyour head, leaving you completely naked infront of him still fully clothed. sunghoon takes a moment to scan your body in the moonlight in your room, biting his lip as takes in your appearance. he's thought about you standing before him naked so many times, and now that it's real, he can hardly believe it.
he's instantly turning you around and pushing you up against your bedroom door, his hands roaming your body like he's always imagined, and kissing all over your chest and tits. a small moan leaves your mouth when he bites your nipple gently, his plush lips surround your nipple as he sucks and pulls.
his hand trails down your body to rub his fingers through your folds, feeling just how wet you are. you culd feel him smirk against your skin at the revelation, wishing your body wasn't a dead give away that you've been wet since the party.
his tumb brushes over your clit, making you throw your head back against the door, your eyes meeting sunghoon's as he stares down at your small figure.
"it feels that good already, baby? i haven't even touched you yet." sunghoon teases you, his thumb presses harder, slow circles into your clit.
"wanted this for so long, wanted you for so long, sir." you confess to him, the feeling of him encases your body against your bedrooom door was something close to a dream and you didn't want to wake up.
your words trigger something in sunghoon as he's down on his knees in a second, your bare, wet pussy right in front of his face as he spreads your legs open harshly. your full core is holding yourself up as he meets his tongue with your juices. the first feel of his warm tongue against you makes your hand reach out and grip his hair for support.
until he's pulling away from you, gripping your wrists again, "what did i say about touching me, baby? if you want to touch me, you have to ask for permission."
you whimper as you look down at him, a look of warning on his face, "c-can i touch you, sir?" you ask him nicely.
a pleased look covers his face as he leans in and presses two soft kisses on your clit, "yes, you can."
your hand meets his hair again as he delves into your pussy, his tongue circling your clit and sucking fast. your other hand covers your mouth, not wanting to be too loud at 3am while your family is asleep on the other side of the house.
sunghoon eats you out like a mad man, his hands gripping hard onto your hips as he sucks and tastes your juices- even sweeter than he imagined.
when your body starts to tense, signalling that you're cloe to your high, sunghoon pulls away, a loud whine leaving you as you're about to protest.
"if you want to cum baby you have to ask." sunghoon quirks his eyebrow at you.
"please sir, please let me cum, i was so close!" you practically beg out out to him. a look of thought spreads across sunghoon's face, as if he's actually thinking whether or not you deserve to cum.
"no." he speaks, disbelief filling your body as he places gently kisses on your lower abdomen, far away from where you'd rather want his lips. he stands up, towering over you again, "want you to cum on my cock instead, how's that sound?"
"so good, sir, yes please." you nod your head against the bedroom door. his hands travel up your body to your ribcage, and he's leaning in close to your face, your lips are inches apart- you close your eyes- wanting to relish in the kiss.
"undress me, first." sunghoon speaks, and when you open your eyes again he's backed up away from you, quirking an eyebrow at as you impatiently.
in a second, you're pulling his shirt over his head, taking in hs pale skin you've seen before, but never this close. youcan feel the heat radiating off of him he's so close. you want to trace his moles with your finger tips, but youhurry to unbuckle his belt instead, not wanting him to get more impateint with you.
when his black jeans are kicked on the floor to join the rest of your clothes, you take in the bulge in sunghoon's boxers.
he looks fucking huge- and you let yourself wonder for a moment if he's gonna fit in you or not.
sunghoon takes your hand in his and places it over his buldge, "see how hard you get me, baby?"
"yes, sir." you answer almost instinctively now.
"take my boxers off, y/n." he lets go of your hand, your other hand meeting his boxers band with your other one, both of your hands pulling them down his legs until they drop at his feet.
sunghoon's cock spring up and you can really see just how big and hard he is. it's gotta be the prettiest dick you've ever seen. his pale skin turns red at the tip, where precum is already leaking out.
"spit on it." sunghoon commands you, watching as you stare down at his cock with a look of amazement in your eye. he's never seen anyone stare at his dick like that before and it's almost made him shy and embarrassed for a moment.
you continue to do as he says, your lips pursing together as a long strip of spit falls from your lips, to directly in the centre of his pretty cock.
"now make sure my dick's completely covered."
your hand reaches down inbetween your bodies to his dick, your fingers spreading your saliva around until your grip latches on, and starts to mix your saliva and his precum all over his member. if it wasn't for the almost inaudble sharp inhale from sunghoon, youwould've thought he was completely unaffected by your tight and wet grip. his face stayed in the same- almost bored expression, and his body didn't move a muscle.
suddenly, sunghoon is grabbing a hold of your shoulders and turning you around, pushing yo uback toward your bed where you land with a quiet 'oof"
his body is ontop of yours in a second. sunghoon starts kissing down your neck and his hands pry open your legs for his body to slip in between them. he pulls away again for you both to look where your bodies are connecting. his hard cock is laying agianst your wet pussy.
"you're okay?" sunghoon's voice returns to how it usually is everytime you've heard him speak, it's softer and calmer and his eyes meet yours with a certain concern, wanting to make sure that you really want to have sex with him. in his mind, he still couldn't believe that you were having sex with him.
you smile up at him sweetly, a real sweet, genuine smile, "yeah, are you?" he nods with a smile quickly before it drops again and he's grabbing his dick and pressing it against your core. he's slow when he starts to push in, obviously realzing just how big he is. the strech around him feels good, it's something you've never felt before and you take the time to relish in it when he hits your hilt.
sunghoon gives you a moment to adjust until he starts moving slowly in you, one of his hands reaching up and gripping your neck, never breaking eye contact with you.
his thrusts quickly pick up speed, his cock hitting your gspot almost immediately everytime. your hand grip onto your sheets underneath you, biting onto your lip so you don't moan too loud.
he removes his hand from your throat and grabs ahold onto your thighs, using them as leverage topound into your harder. you would have never thought that sunghoon would be so rough while he fucks- his usualy calm and shy demeanor covers him up so well.
he throws one of your legs up and over his shoulder, while he pins the other one down to the bed. his thrusts never stop as he's balancing himself on his knees, pounding into you like his life depended on it. in a way, it did- he wanted to show you just how dominant he was- he wanted to prove to you that he was worthy of your time.
sunghoon saw the way that your eyes were already rolling to the back of your head, never had been fucked this rough so quick before in your life.
"what? you gonna cum already, baby?"
his question makes you open your eyes to look at him. he has a teasing, mischevious look in them and it makes you gulp, trying harder to catch your breath to answer him.
"n-no sir, i'm not gonna cum yet, wanna hold it for you." you whined out to him, his smirk resting on his face at your words.
"that's a good girl." his praise makes you realize just how much you want to be praised by him, you want him to think of you as his good girl that would do anything to please him. you never thought you'd be this submissive when it came to you and sunghoon, but you aren't disappointed as he continues to fuck into you harder.
sunghoon's hand grips your neck again as his speed slows down, wanting you to feel all of him as he slids in and out of you. the veins on his cock drags aganst every spot in your wet walls, adding to the pleasure before he hits your gspot.
"you're so good, sir." you speak, his grip on your neck loosening for you to speak.
your hand comes down and starts rubbing your clit harshly, adding to the pleasure of it all. his grips tightens on your neck again as he watches you rub your clit, your fingers getting soaked with your juices from how wet you are- unti he tsks and pulls away from you.
sunghoon lets your leg that was on his shoulder drop and he grabs both of your legs to hold them up and together. he pushes your knees so they bend into your face, your hands wrapping around your calves to help hold your legs in place.
"good girl, you hold them there so sir can fuck you." sunghoon smirks at you and spits onto your exposed pussy, creating an even larger mess of your cores. he feels your walls clench around his cock harder at the change of position, makin ghis breaths go ragged as he feel shis orgasm approaching. "fuck, i love your pussy."
sunghoon's praise makes your chest feel lighter, wanting to thank him but the words falling short as his thrusts pick up speed again.
his fingers start to rub back and forth over your pussy quickly, your grip on the sheets tightening as your back arches off of your bed- the pleasure becoming almost too much. a louder moan escapes your lips, making sunghoon rip open your legs again so he could slip himself closer to you.
"you gotta stay quiet, baby, or else you won't get to cum." sunghoon grunts out- hishand covering your mouth to quieten your moans. your walls were getting tighter with each thrust that he gave, he could feel your lips pouting and opening against his palm that kept you quiet. "do you wanna cum, y/n?" he sees you nod, a look of desperation on your face as he fucks deep inside of you. "beg." he removes your hand from your mouth so you could speak.
"please sir, i wanna cum, you feel so good, i wanna cum all over your cock." he whine out, trying to be quiet. a pleased smirk covers sunghoon's face as his fingers reach your clit again, soaking them more with your juices.
with two more thrusts and the speed of his fingers on your clit, your body tenses up as your orgasm reaches it's peak within you. a quiet moan of sunghoon's name as your eyes roll to back of your head. his thrusts only slow down for a second as you recover from it- not wanting to overstimulate you too much.
your hands leave your sheets and hold onto sunghoon's neck instead, making eye contact with him.
"please cum for me sir, wanna feel your cum."
"i will, baby, i will." sunghoon grunts out, started to fuck into you faster again. you hold your moans of sensitivity back, more focused o n the way sunghoon's pretty face scrunched up in pleasure.
sunghoon rips his cock out of you then, his hand meeting his dick to jerk it off, you can see a mixture of spit, your juices and precum over his dick as he cuts. white spurts of cum land on your core as he lets out grunts and whispers of your name. he only stops jerking once the sensitivity kicks in for him, his eyes opening and looking down at the mess he made of you. your innocent eyes look up at him as you scoop some of his cum up on your finger and slip it into your mouth, humming over the salty taste.
"fuck." sunghoon smiles down, his chest heaving heavily. he forces himself to get off of you, grabbing a towel that was hanging on the back of your desk chair to wipe you up. you watch him as he careful ghosts the towel over your skin to wipe him his cum, as if you were going to break now.
when he figures you're clean enough he smiles at you one more time, and leans over to press a kiss to your forehead. it only gives you a second to relish in his warmth until he's pulling away again, and passing you your over sized sweater to slip on again.
you curl up in your sheets as you watch him dress. a feeling you've never felt before washes over you as you realize that he's getting ready to leave you for the night.
"you didn't make me cry like you said you would." you quirk an eyebrow up at him with a teasing grin.
sunghoon slips his shirt over his head and looks at you, both of you dressed again. "next time i will."
"next time?" you tilt your head to the side, a feeling of excitement growing in your chest.
sunghoon shrugs nonchalently, grabbing his phone off of your desk, "if you want there to be a next time."
you smile at him, "i do."
he smiles at you as he stands infront of your balcony doors, "okay, then i'll see you around y/n."
he smiles at you one last time as he opens your balcony doors and closes them behind you, waving at you before turning and climbing over onto his own. he waves one last time at you from his bedroom, before he's closing his curtains for the night and leaving you alone.
you're alone in your bedroom that smells like sex and it's making you feel like a giant pit of doom is growing in your chest- masked by the feeling of excitement and butterflies, wondering when exactly you would see your neighbour again.
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since that first party of the school year, you had somehow became friends with benefits with the boy next door.
every weekend after, one of you would be at the other's house, getting lost in pleasure in their bed. you were having fun and felt comfortable with sunghoon during those times.
it was during the week that frustrated you.
those five school days felt like they dragged on, everytime you'd see sunghoon in the halls he'd turn away from you, acting as if he didn't know you. when you were surrounded by your friends he wouldn't even look at you.
you were invisible to him during the week, yet attached during the weekend when you were alone.
you knew that he was quite busy for a senior in highschool- having to have a strict schedule for his figure skating career. you tried to come up with a reason as to why he was acting like that towards you- maybe he was just tired during the week and didn't feel like talking much because of it.
you wondered often if sunghoon had told his friends about the two of you hooking up as jay and jake had ultimately stopped flirting with you and hugging you. you tried to get chaehyun to ask heeseung about sunghoon but she didn't want to intrude on him and his friends.
both of you hadn't really set any exact boundaries for your spontanous friends with benefits relationship- no one clarified anything about being allowed to have sex with other people during it. at first, you had figured that he was seeing other people- maybe some girls on the other figure skating teams- but that wouldn't really make sense because you see him come home at 11 every night looking tired as hell, and you were with him all weekend.
dayeon and chae didn't seem to care at first when you told them about what you and sunghoon had been doing for the past few weekends. but like you, overtime they started to get confused with his behaviour. you knew you weren't dating, but still...
if he had told his friends to back off of you, then the least he could do was smile at you in the hallways.
the past week, you hadn't seen him at all. he wasn't in the halls, he was never at his locker, and he kept his curtains shut all week. you had texted him on wednesday, asking if he was alright, which he only responded to with a thumbs up emoji.
so youu decieded to ignore him at this weekends party. it was hard at first- he looked so good in his loose fitting shirt and black jeans, you wanted to walk right over to him and take him to a quiet corner where he could whisper all the things he wanted to do to you.
you watched him for a bit, smirking and laughing with his friends, as if he was completely unaware of how he had been affecting you for the past month.
to be fair, sunghoon was unaware.
sunghoon had been tired throughout the past weeks. he felt like he could barely stand during the weekends from the past five days of exhaustion- but that waasn't why he was keeping his distance from you.
sunghoon had heard from his friends before that you had had friends with benefits before- and he hadn't. he wasn't sure what came with a friends with benefits relationship- but he was glad that his first one was with you. he found himself thinking of you more than ever since you two had first started hooking up. it felt like it was slowly becoming out of his control- as soon as he got a second of peace during school, at home, or in the middle of his skating practice- his thoughts went to you- and he didn't know why.
sunghoon had not wanted you to think that he was clingy after hooking up with you, therefore he distanced himself during the week- during the times that he was separated physically from you. he also wasn't a big fan of pda- and he knew you were. he had seen you latch onto anyone whether you were drunk or sober, not caring if others saw you or waht they thought about you. it was a characteristic of yours that sunghoon was jealous of- another reason as to why you were so out of his league.
at tonight's party, he had realized that you hadn't smiled at him like you usually do when you walk into the place. you hadn't brushed your hair behind your ear and bounced your way over to him. he figured that you just wanted to hang out with chaehyun and dayeon before coming to him.
sunghoon would glance over at you every now and then, watching you drink from your red solo cup that brought out the pink in your cheeks. he had immediately noticed when choi yeonjun and the rest of his friends had sat down with you and your friends. he noticed that yeonjun sat directly beside you, smiling down at you with a hint of mischeif behind his eyes.
everyone knew choi yeonjun: he was talented, good looking, funny and charming. he captured the attraction of everyone in each room that he walked into. everyone in the city knew of him. it didn't surprise sunghoon that yeonjun had sat down beside you. you were well known too in the city- and you were pretty- so pretty.
the more the sunghoon watched you and yeonjun interact on the couch, the more he got it wrapped in his head that he was defintely not okay with it. he felt his jaw tick when he saw yeonjun place his hand on your bare thigh, you dress ridden up a little too high now from sitting down too long. when his hand rested there for 10 seconds more than he liked without you pushing it off, sunghoon pushed through his friends and walked right up to the little group that had formed on the couch. he heard heeseung call him from behind, but his eyes were set on you and yeonjun.
you could sense sunghoon's presence in a millisecond now that you had been close to him for a while. the second he stood to your right, you looked up. he had an annoyed look on his face as he looked down at you, glancing at your face and then yeonjun's hand on your thigh. you smirked to yourself when you realized that that was what got sunghoon so pissed looking.
"hi, sunghoon." you smiled up at him sweetly, still not pushing yeonjun's hand away. you thought of it as a little punishment of your own for avoiding you all week.
sunghoon overly smiled at you, a smile that to anyone except for you and his friends- knew was fake and that he was pissed, "hi y/n, do you want to come help me in the kitchen for a second?" he pointed his thumb over his shoulder towards the kitchen.
"sure." you answered cheerily, pretending to not pick up on the fact that he was mad. you felt yeonjun's hand slip from your thigh- realizing then just how cold it was on your skin.
sunghoon met you half way by grabbing your hand, leading you down the hallway to the bathroom instead.
"what're you doi-?" you start to ask him, being cut short when he pushes you up against the bathroom counter.
"what are you doing?" sunghoon grunts back at you.
you cross your arms over your chest, trying to get some more distance between you and the annoyed boy, "i'm having fun with my friends."
"with yeonjun touching all over you?" sunghoon hisses at you, not being able to get the image out of his head.
"oh my god, hoon. he was not touching all over me!"
"still, he was touching you," sunghoon's hand came up and brushed your hair behind your ear, "and i don't like other people touching what's mine."
"what's yours?" you raise an eyebrow, challenging him almost.
"you're mine." sunghoon whispers as his pale features turn dark.
you smirk to yourself, not getting a chance to speak before sunghoon's hands are at the bottom hem of your dress, lifting it so it rests on your hips. your black panties are on display for him as you can feel the jealousy growing within him and the room.
"what're doin-?"
"do i need to show you who you belong to y/n?" sunghoon's voice was firm as he spoke to you, one of his hands gripping harshly onto your waist. meanwhile, his other hand had found its way to your core, shoving his fingers into your folds under the panties.
a small noise escapes your lips at the sudden intrusion, grabbing onto the bathroom counter behind you. "fuck, you're already so wet, baby."
you bite your lip and nod at him, unable to form any words. sunghoon hisses when his index finger slips so easily into your core, unmoving once inside. his thumb starts to play with your clit, wanting to tease you a bit. you let out a loud moan when his thumb picks up pace on your swollen clit. your head falls forward onto his shoulder, your moans filling his ears.
his index finger is joined by his middle fingers, stretching you more and starts to slip in and out of you quickly. sunghoon curls them, making your walls tighten when he already hits your gspot.
"hoon, shit." your voice comes out in a soft whisper. a sharp slap hits your thigh then.
"what did you call me?" sunghoon almost growls into your neck, biting harshly.
"s-sir! sorry sir!" you were prepared to beg if he stopped. luckily, he continued to kiss your neck and jaw, seeing your legs spreading wider for him to have more access.
"that's right. your pussy belongs to, sir."
you start to shutter in sunghoon's grasp, your senses becoming overwhelmed. sunghoon catches the way your eyes start to roll to the back of your head, nose coming into a scrunch. sunghoon smiles to himself, loving the way he so quickly tears you apart. he made no effort in slowing his fingers down from the quick pace he had set, he could feel you clenching around them already. with every curl of his finger, your body arched into his.
one of your hands lets go of the bathroom counter and holds onto sunghoon's black shirt, desperate to hold on to him in some way. sunghoon continues to watch your face contort into pleasure, loving the struggle you were having.
"you're such a slut, baby. letting me finger you in the bathroom." sunghoon teases you, watching you open your eyes to look at him, pleasure growing in your pupils, "are you going to cum, y/n? you wanna cum on my fingers?"
you whine out to him, "yes sir! please sir! please let me cum!" you gasp when sunghoon's hand grips your neck tightly, making you focus on the the pleasure his fingers were giving you.
"you can cum, baby." sunghoon allows you, letting you snap the coil that had been building in your stomach since the moment sunghoon had pulled you into the bathroom.
"f-fuck!" you stuttered out, waves of pleasure coursing htrough you as your head leaned forward onto sunghoon's shoulder again, needing the support.
sunghoon rips his fingers out of you, pulling away from you completely. you're about to complain but feel his fingers trailing over your lips. out of instinct, you open your mouth, and you can taste yourself. sunghoon smirks at how fucked out you look, humming when he feels your tongue circling his fingers.
"that's it baby, suck my fingers like it's my cock." you make sure to lick your juices clean off of sunghoon's fingers. when he pops them out of your mouth and notices the way your thighs still rub together. "what is it baby? need to cum again? do you want yeonjun to make you cum?"
sunghoon turns you around so your ass is on his crotch, your eyes meeting briefly in the mirror and begging him to fuck you. "sunghoon, i don't want anyone but you, just want you're cock."
sunghoon hums, nodding his head, "do you think you deserve my cock after letting someother man touch you right in front of me?"
"yes sir! please! i'm sorry sir, only you can fuck me!" you're about to say more but sunghoon cuts you off, slapping your ass.
"so fucking needy all the time." he slaps your ass again hard.
"'m sorry sir, just need you so bad."
sunghoon shoves two of his fingers inside your wet pussy again. you whine out, clutching onto the bathroom counter as his fingers pick up pace again.
"f-fuck." your eyes roll to the back of your head again, your body subconcsciouly moving away from him.
"what is it, y/n? too sensitive to take my fingers again?" sunghoon chuckles, rubbing your clit with his other hand, making you shift your hips and arch your back into him. he didn't have to look to know that there was a giant mess inbetween your thighs from the mixture of your spit, juices and cum.
"your pussy belongs to me, right baby? only i can make you a weak mess?"
you start to lose balance quickly at his curling of his fingers. his fingers feel so good inside you, hitting your gspot everytime since knows your body so well now.
sunghoon knows your body so well now that he knows you're close to cumming again. "you wanna cum again, y/n? make more of a mess on my fingers?"
"sunghoon!" his name slips out of your mouth as you feel his fingers start to fuck harder.
"who's pussy is this, y/n? tell me and i might let you cum." he commands you, the room filling with the sound of your wet pussy schelching around his fingers.
"you! fuck, sir! only yours, sir." you almost cry, your breaths becoming ragged as his hand wraps around your throat again, squeezing from behind you.
"good girl, my good girl's gonna cum now, right?"
"c-cuming, oh god, i'm cuming." your walls tighten harder about his fingers, coating them with more of your cum. your body shutters against him, pounding his fingers into you until you're pushing him away from the sensitivity. when he slowly pulls out of you and releases your throat, you collapse onto the bathroom counter.
sunghoon makes sure you don't hit your head anywhere, pulling your hair from your face so he could see how fucked out and sweaty you look. he sheepishly smiles at you when you make eye contact.
"wanna suck your dick now." you pout up at him, making him smile as he reaches for his jean buttons.
"sunghoon! are you in there?" there's a few pounds on the door and jay's voice is heard. "jake wants to leave, are you coming?"
"fuck." sunghoon mutters as he looks at the door, knowing that they were his only ride home. "yeah! i'm coming, give me a second." sunghoon turns his attention back to you who's already standing up off of the counter and pulling down your dress. "are you good?" he comes up behind you in the mirror, his hands wrapping around your waist.
you turn him in his grasp, "yeah,' m fine." he backs away from you, smiling at you as he heads to the door. "so i'll see you next weekend? y'know since i'll ignore you all week." you said to him as he reached for the door knob.
"what?" he paused and looked at you with a confused expression.
"well, that's what you do right? ignore me until you wanna hook up?"
"i don't ignore you."
"well you don't talk to me at school, or even text me."
sunghoon's eyes glance around the small bathroom, trying to process your words, "i didn't... do that... before we started to hook up?"
"well- well no, but-."
"do you want me to do that? text you and talk to you at school."
you stop yourself from smiling at such simple words- simple actions, "yes."
a small smile grows on sunghoon's face, "ok, i'll see you around then." you smiled in return and he left the bathroom, leaving you to clean up your ruined makeup by yourself, cursing him for finally making you cry.
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you should've known not to believe sunghoon when he said he'd stop ignoring you, although he didn't really see it as that.
walking into school the monday after party, you were content on knowing that sunghoon would at least acknowledge your presence at school when your friends were around.
you had walked right up to where his group of friends crowds the hall at the end of day, all of them catching up so that they could walk home together. you were greeted by everyone except for sunghoon.
you tried smiling at sunghoon, wanting to see if he'd atleast smile back, but was returned with nothing but that same, cold expression he usually wore when he was in public. you were trying to give him the benefit of the doubt that maybe he was just shy in public, but chae and dayeon talked you out of that self excuse when they brought up the fact that he could talk to everyone- even girls that he's wanted to hook up with in the past- but you.
you were hurt more when it became friday night and not a single text from him was sent during the week. you had decided to ignore him again at the party of the night, wanting to give him his own medicine.
but your own anxious thoughts kept running through your head- that maybe sunghoon ignored you again this week because you came off as too clingy last weekend, or that he was fucking somone else instead.
you didn't understand why the thought of him getting into bed with someone other than you bothered you so much. you felt like you barely knew sunghoon, but knew him like the back of your hand at the same time. maybe it was because you had technically always been by each other due to your friend groups always interacting together- that it was some sort of trick on your mind that made you feel like sunghoon and you were friends too.
the more you thought of how much you knew sunghoon- the more you realized just how little you did.
you knew he figure skated, and that he liked to hang out with his friends- and that he liked when you bite his earlobe during hte five seconds he let you have false dominance over him before he took over again. but other than everything you knew about what made him sensitive and close to an orgasm- you pretty much knew nothing.
sunghoon was your mutual friend of four years, the person you spent every weekend night with wrapped up in his sheets that smelt like his cologne you had gotten used to, your next door neighbour- yet he felt like a stranger.
so you were upset when your plan to ignore him tonight when you showed up and learnt that he had decided to stay home this weekend.
"is he okay?" you asked jake, who only gave you an odd look before nodding, probably wondering why you were asking about sunghoon's well being when you don't even speak to him in public.
sunghoon frustrated you. and when you get frustrated from pure exhaustion- you drink- a lot.
you drink so much to forget that you're frustrated and don't realize how much you drink until chaehyun and dayeon are pulling you away from the drink table and into dayeon's car. you remember a faint memory of jay and jake waving bye to you from the lawn, and heeseung whispering something into chaehyun's ear with a smile.
you remember being quiet on the car ride home, until your phone notified you that you got a text.
to : sunghoon 💙 Do u wan to com over?????😜😜😜😜😜
from : sunghoon 💙 yeah sure, text me when
sunghoon knew from your texts that you were either completely wasted or just fooling around with him, but nonetheless, he got excited from it- knowing that either way you were still thinking about him. he had truly been tired from the past week- practice and school and his parents all kicking his ass.
opening your balcony doors when you gave him the 'ok' to come over, he wasn't too surprised to quickly realize how drunk you were. you were only wearing your underwear and bra, trying to sit sexily on your bed as you waited for him. in your mind, you truly did look like the sexiest woman alive, but the false sexy utopia you had created in your mind fell quickly when sunghoon only laughed when he took in your appearance.
"what?" you whined at him, your knees coming up to your chest, not expecting his pure laugh to fill your bedroom once he came in.
"nothing! nothing!" sunghoon reassured you as he continued to chuckle, closing the doors behind him as he stepped closer to you.
"why are you laughing?" you pouted at him, trying to not let him hurt your drunk feelings.
"what are you doing?" sunghoon looks down at your sitting posture, an amused smile still on his lips.
"i'm trying to look sexy for you." your response only made him laugh harder, covering his mouth with his hand to not wake up your parents. "what?!" you put your hands over your face, trying to hide as much as you can from him.
"i'm sorry, i'm sorry!" he laughed out, reaching his hands out to remove your own gently, "it's just- i already think you're sexy- you don't need to sit in such an... awkward position when i come in. and what the hell was that look on your face?" you look up at him then, watching him contort his face into an expression that resembled yours when he first came in- only it really was NOT as sexy as you thought it was.
you playfully slap his arm, "i didn't look like that!"
"oh, yes you did!"
you laugh with him this time, watching him bend down and pick up your large shirt, passing it to you.
"what? you don't want to fuck me?" you suddenly pout again, your fingers going over the shirt's fabric in your hand.
the atmosphere in your room intenses for a moment as sunghoon switches between balancing on each of his feet, carefully thinking of what he should say, "not tonight y/n, you're drunk. tomorrow maybe, ok?"
your jaw drops open in disappointed, ready to protest that you're fine to have sex tonight, but stopping when a sharp pain went through your head, causing you to hiss and salp your hand to your forehead.
"y/n? are you okay?" sunghoon's voice as laced with concern then, as he knelt down so he was level with you.
"yeah, i just have a headache now- i really drank too much."
sunghoon grabs a waterbottle left on your desk as you slip the shirt over your pounding head. "here, drink this and go to sleep, you'll feel better in the morning."
you take the waterbottle from him and watch as he starts to leave for the night- making your heart and lips pout in disappointment. "can't you stay for a bit, hoon? what if i need to throw up."
sunghoon turns back and rolls his eyes at you playfully. if it was any of his friends that said that to him, he'd be gone in an instant. he was never the type of the person that could handle other people's vomit. but, he wanted to stay with you, to make sure that you would be okay.
"fine." sunghoon nodded his chin towards you, "make room for me."
you slid under the blanket of your bed, moving over so that there would be enough room for the tall boy. sunghoon slips off his shoes and crawls in after you, making sure that there was some distance between you two.
sunghoon's been in your bed multiple times before- but the reason for it was never a saint. both of you had your heads on different pillows, your bodies facing each other as you layed on your sides.
your bedroom was silent as you closed your eyes, trying to fall alseep so that the ache in your head would stop. even though there was some distance between you and sunghoon, you could still feel his warmth from his body warm up your bed.
your head started to pound harder the more you tried to fall asleep, making your face scrunch up in pain.
"does it still hurt, y/n?" sunghoon's voice asked you, keeping your eyes closed still. his voice cancelled out the loud silence in your bedroom- somehow balancing out the pain in your head for a second.
"yeah, pretty bad." you whispered softly to him. you could feel sunghoon shift the blankets more so that they wrapped around your body, making your heart swell at the care he was showing you for the first time. "can you keep talking, hoon? your voice makes me feel better."
sunghoon paused for a moment before speaking, trying to think of what he should say, "what do you want me to talk about?"
"anything, just until i fall asleep."
sunghoon really thought for a moment as he looked at your calm body, wrapped in your blanket with a subtle pout on your lips- defintely regretting drinking so much tonight. "i remember the first time i saw you- in freshman year. you were sitting three rows in front of me, and you had your hair in a ponytail with a bright pink elastic. and you had on those black nike's you use to always wear before jake spilt that weird, green, halloween punch all over them."
you smiled at his obsveration, opening your eyes to find genuine happiness in his eyes as he recalled his first memory of you.
"i didn't think you noticed me." you confessed to him, remembering your own first memory of the quiet, shy boy.
"how could i have not noticed you?" sunghoon paused for a second, "you're so loud." you gasp as gently as you could out of shock and so that you don't hurt your head more for the moment. you hear sunghoon's low chuckle in your ear, "and pretty."
"you think i'm pretty?"
sunghoon tsked at you, "well yeah, i tell you that you're pretty all the time."
"yeah but that's usually when you have your dick in me."
even in the dark you could see sunghoon roll his eyes at your drunk words, "ok then, i think you're pretty whether my dick is inside of you or not."
your room goes back to being silent as you take in his words, never really thinking much of his compliments all the times before. but as you both lay in your bed, fully clothed and are making no effort to have sex, or to give one another head, or to even makeout, the compliment swirls in your head and sinks into your heart.
"thanks sunghoon."
sunghoon shrugs, "whatever." he tried to be nonchalent about the compliment, also fully aware that the only time he ever did compliment you was when you were about to hook up. it was something that he thought could cross the boundary of a friends with benefit relationship and a romantic relationship.
but none the less, sunghoon moved his head over onto your pillow, messing your foreheads together gently. you hummed at his warmth, your eyes closing to take it in again. his whole presence soothed your headache and made your body realize how tired you actually were from drinking all night.
"night, hoon."
"night, y/n."
when you felt your body fall into steady breaths and your mind become blank, you knew it'd be any second before you fell asleep for the night. when you felt sunghoon press a soft kiss to your forehead- you hoped to remember it in the morning as you were too close to falling asleep then you speak about it.
you wake up around noon hour the next day alone in your bed. there is a dull pain in your head still but it's defintely not as bad as it was the night before. you glance around your room, seeing your party dress thrown messily onto the floor. your blanket is tucked in at your sides as if you had been tucked in- and the only evidence that sunghoon was in your bed last night is the faint smell of his colgone on your pillow.
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the first time that sunghoon and you hooked up during the week- and not after some random house party your friends would drag you to on the weekend- was only a few days after sunghoon had tucked you into bed before leaving an hour after you fell asleep with a drunk headache- a few days after he had complained about skating to you.
you were laying in your bed when you couldn't help but overhear sunghoon's mother lecturing him about how important it was for him to go every practice possible for him to get better. you heard a few grunts and mumbles from sunghoon in return, obviously not happy with the way his mother was being strict with him when it came to his sport.
you heard his balcony door slam shut and his mumbles got a bit louder. you stood up and opened your curtain, peeking out to see him leaning over the railing of his balcony. you could see the condensation in the air coming from his breath. the winter season had approached in your city, making everything colder and snow on the ground.
your movement had caught sunghoon's attention in the corner of his eye, realizing that you had been caught staring at him, you sheepishly open your balcony doors, stepping out onto your own balcony.
"hey." you spoke softly, wrapping your sweater around you to protect you from the cold.
"hi." sunghoon nodded at you, before returning his attention back to the street, watching a car drive by every now and then.
"are you okay?" you asked him after a moment of silence.
"yeah, just some skating stuff." sunghoon shrugs, "the usual shit."
"what's the usual shit?" you could see sunghoon tense for a moment at your question, not expecting for you to ask him about it.
"just- my parents think i'm better than i actually am."
"well i'm sure you're good, no? i see the medals all over your walls." you nod to his bedroom.
sunghoon smiles at your observation, "i'm okay. i've been having more bad skating days recently, it makes me think i'm actually bad at it."
"well maybe you should go to practice." you tease him, mocking his mothers words and making him groan. "how about you show me how bad you are at it then?"
sunghoon turns to look at you, raising an eyebrow, "have you even been skating before?"
"of course i have!" you defend yourself, "when i was like ten!"
sunghoon chuckles and leans on the balcony rail again, "fine, i'll take you tomorrow after dinner."
you ignore the weird feeling growing in your chest as he spoke, "ok!" you nodded at him, "i'll see you tomorrow then, hoon."
sunghoon smiles at his nickname, "night, y/n."
"okay, maybe this wasn't a good idea." you look at the frozen over pond nervously, trying to balance on the ice as you stood on the slippery surface, "is this even safe?"
"of course it is! i taught yewon how to skate here for years!" sunghoon laughed, grabbing a hold of your arm and trying to force your to move away from the side of the pond. "and i thought you said you knew how to skate! yewon is nine and skates way better than you!" he laughed when you gave him a scowl of hatred, knowing that if you were able to move that you'd hit him. "come on, y/n, don't chicken out on me! let's go."
"you go ahead! i'll be right here!" you said, gesturing with your hand that he should go.
sunghoon had known you for years and had never seen you nervous before. it was hilarious that something he was arguably better at than walking would be something that scared you so much.
"god, i didn't know you were going to be the biggest baby when i agreed to take you skating." sunghoon said with a tone of fake disappointment, skating towardrs you again.
"i am not being a baby! i didn't know you'd take me to some sketchy pond! what if we fall through?"
sunghoon laughed out loud at you, "we won't fall in! just trust me, let's go."
sunghoon continued to get you to skate with him, making you move your feet a little on the ice before you almost face planted on the ice, sunghoon's hand reaching quickly to catch your own hands- his warmth heating up your hands to match the warmth on your cheeks from embarrassment.
you must've looked ridicoulous to sunghoon as he skated backwards, trying to teach you how to skate. your legs started to feel like jelly. "it feels too weird, hoon!" you whined, concentrating too much on not falling.
"oh you're doing fine, y/n! when you think you got it, i can let go. you just need to bend forward a little bit, so you can build momentum!" sunghoon advised you.
when you finally made a full circle around the pond, sunghoon smirked teasingly again, "see you got it? wanna go for another round?"
"in a second, i don't want to hold you back. i can take a break while you do your tricks or whatever."
sunghoon threw his head back and laughed into the cold winter air, "my tricks or whatever?"
you returned his smile with a bright one of your own, almost laughing at his laugh. you watched him turn around nonetheless, skating a lot quicker than he was with you, doing spins and twirls and jumps for a few minutes before returning to you.
"what the hell were you talking about when you said you thought you were bad! that was so cool!" you cheered at him when he came to a complete stop beside you.
"thanks, means a lot coming from the girl who can barely stand on the ice." sunghoon said sarcastically.
"hey!" you nudged him, thankful that he was close enough for you to do that so you wouldn't have to try to move towards him.
"i'm kidding!" sunghoon laughed, grabbing your hand again and pulling you out to the middle of the pond, under the moonlight and street lamps.
truthfully, sunghoon couldn't hlep but apprecaite the moment with you. it had been a while since he had someone to skate with him other than his skating instructor. and although you had no idea how to skate, your compliments meant a lot to him- glad that he could impress you with something he did.
"what're you thinking about?" you asked, realizing he had zoned out while looking toward the trees surrounding 3/4ths of the pond.
"nothing much," sunghoon shrugged, "let's go for another round, you're really not that bad."
"hey!" you gasped again, making him smile as he stated skating backwards- your hands in his.
you had spent two hours skating with sunghoon, by the end of it, you managed to keep up with him and not need to hold onto his hands for dearlife.
sunghoon and you stood at the end of your meeting driveways. they both knew that something between them was different after the skating lesson. sunghoon thought you were pretty before, but now he thought you were beautiful. he had never felt a connection to someone like the one he was feeling that night.
"i had a fun time, sunghoon." you spoke, smiling up at him.
"me too, you're actually good now that you can stand." sunghoon joked, making you roll your eyes.
"yeah, thanks for teaching me and stuff." you suddenly felt shy as you stood in front of him.
"it's no problem, y/n."
"maybe we could go again and you can teach me how to do those spinning jumps!"
"i think you'd need more than one lesson before you try those ones." you pout up at his words playfully. "but i wouldn't mind going again with you."
the look of joy and relief on your face was obvious as he spoke. "okay, hoon. i'll see you at school tomorrow, right?"
"right, have a good sleep y/n."
"good night, sunghoon." you didn't want to but you turned and walked up your driveway, looking across your lawn to give him a small wave before walking into your house.
sunghoon stood on his porch after you went inside, wanting to hold onto this feeling for as long as he could.
a few days later, you had heard from his friends that sunghoon wasn't at school that certain day because he had a long skating practice. you felt less excited at school knowing that he wasn't there. you had started to look for sunghoon more and more in the hallways ever since he fingered you in the bathroom at yeonjun's party.
the memory of the way he looked so jealous and pissed when another boy layed a hand on you made a feeling in your chest that you had learned to enjoy. it was nice knowing that sunghoon cared if anyone else touched you. you liked to think that you would react the same way he did if another girl was touching him in public as well.
there had been no real conversation between you two about where your relationship still stood. both of you figured that the other one still wanted a strict friends with benefits one. you think at first that you liked the sound of that. it was fun hooking up with sunghoon- and you both liked your independence. but it was nice falling asleep so close to him the past weekend- the fuzzy feeling in your chest died out for awhile when you woke up to an empty bed.
granted, your parents would be pissed if they had woken up and found sunghoon- or any other boy- asleep in your bed with you. but you wished that you could've basked in his warmth for longer before you passed out from your drunk headache.
it let your imagination run wild as you thought of different scenarios of how you could wake up to sunghoon beside you everyday- in each one you woke up happy. it made you think of what a real romantic relationship with sunghoon could be like.
it also made you realize that sunghoon was definitely not a romantic relationship person.
you saw sunghoon come home that night, slamming his car door and storming up the porch steps to his house with a frown on his face.
sunghoon had mentionned a few times in passing to you how stressful skating got to him sometimes. his parents were pretty strict with his sport and encouraged him to go to every practice and competition that he could go to.
you gave it some time to think about how you could help sunghoon.
when you went up to your bedroom, you saw the sunghoon's bedroom light was on and his curtains were open. you could see him digging through his closet, probably looking for something to change into. you could tell from the way his back and shoulders were tensed up that he was still frustrated with something. it was something that you picked up on quickly from the amount of times he's took out his frustration with you.
which gave you an idea.
to : sunghoon 💙 do you need any help? :)
you watched sunghoon pull out his phone from his back pocket at the notification of your text. he turned and saw you out his window, a small smirk on his face as he walked towards the balcony, texting on his phone.
from sunghoon 💙 can't parents are home
sunghoon puts a pout on his face, his tense shoulders drooping low at the disappointment.
to : sunghoon 💙 you can be quiet, can't you?
sunghoon bit his lip, quirking his eyebrow up and pushing open his balcony doors.
"come in." he rolled his eyes at your playfully. you smiled brightly in return and left your bedroom, climbing over your balcony and onto his as he waited for you, leaning on the door frame.
almost instantly sunghoon pushed you against his balcony door once you were inside. his lips met yours in a rush that showed you how much he needed you. his hands slid from your ribcage to your hips, pulling your cores together.
you suddenly pushed him off of you, backing him up until he sat on his bed, his feet still on the groud. you stood inbetween his thighs as he looked up at you with a cocky smirk.
"what're you doing, baby?" he asked you, leaning back on his palms.
you reached your hand out and rubbed your thumb on his jaw, "don't you want my mouth on your cock tonight, baby?" you fake pouted at him. he nodded up at you, making a smile form on your lips instead, "then you're gonna listen to me, be the good boy i know you can be."
"y/n, i-" sunghoon is about to reject but you grip his jaw harder, a strict expression on your face making him shut up.
""you want my mouth, right baby?" he nodded, making you tsk at him.
"you need to speak, hoonie."
"yes." he nodded again, letting himself bask in your new nickname for him. you smirked down at him, your hand dropping from his jaw to his crotch, feeling the almost hard bulge in his pants. you started to massage his cock through his sweatpants, making his hips buck up at the sudden feeling.
"take your shirt off." sunghoon almost whined at the loss of your hand on him, but nonetheless, leaned back and slipped off his white shirt, revealing his pale, muscular chest. you got down on your knees, pulling down his sweatpants and boxers. his cock slapped against his thigh once it hit the air of his bedroom. his tip was turning red, the promienent vein on it's side was popping out.
"so pretty, hoonie." you took his cock in your hand, jerking it softly to harden it up more. you kissed the tip of it, making a soft inhale come from him in response.
sunghoon had pictured you sucking him off multiple times before, even when the two of you weren't hooking up. he never imagined that you'd take control over him as you did it.
you spit on his dick, a giant glob landing on the tip like you knew he liked. your fingers dipping into your spit, jerking his cock with your saliva now.
"fuck." sunghoon let out under his breath queitly.
"too much already, baby?"
"n-no, please keep going." you smiled up at him, taking his tip into your mouth, circling your tongue around it.
you caught the way sunghoon gripped his blanket underneath him at the feeling. you jerked your hand faster on the parts your mouth and tongue couldn't reach. he subconsciously jerked his hips upwards and into your mouth, making his dick reach further into your mouth.
your other hand started to roll his balls into your palm, making sunghoon bite down on his lip to keep quiet, knowing his parents were just down the hall. you smiled around his tip, your tongue tracing his sensitive slit.
"oh my god." he shook his head, liking the way that your saliva pooled at the corners of your mouth before you sucked it back up and sunk down on his cock again.
"you're being such a good boy, hoonie. so quiet, so obedient." you hummed around his tip, the vibrations from your voice echoing down his cock.
"oh god." sunghoon's face scrunched up, his hand coming to hold onto your hair. "c-close fuck." he whispered to you. your hand movements sped up on his cock and balls.
"please cum for me, baby, wanna taste your cum."
sunghoon threw his head back as he came. your sucking not stopping as you milked him through his high, wanting to swallow every drop of his cum and taste him fully. you didn't stop until he was pushing you off from the oversensitivity you were giving him.
"fuck y/n, stop. please. t-too much." he moaned quietly, looking down at you. you placed one last kiss on the tip of his pretty cock before standing up and plopping down on his bed beside him. you watched him bend over and slide his boxers and sweatpants back over his legs, before turning and smirking at you. "fuck you."
you smiled cheesily at him, "told you you were a sub."
"i am not." he defended himself quietly, pushing you back onto your back so he could lay beside you, one of his arms draping over your stomach. you could feel him catching his breath beside you, still coming down from his high as he rested his head on your shoulder.
"what're you doing, hoonie?" you asked him in a hushed tone.
"'m tired now, no one's ever called me a good boy before."
you laughed into your hand, loving this rare side of sunghoon- almost as if he was being clingy. you realized soon that his breaths had evened out onto your skin, him having fallen asleep from a stressful day and a hard orgasm.
his quiet breaths and the quiet night lulled you to sleep quickly before you had a chance to prevent it, only realizing what you had done when you woke up beside him in the morning. you didn't know what time it was, but you could hear his family awake downstairs and the smell of food wafting upstairs.
"sunghoon." you shook his arm that was still draped over you,"sunghoon!" he rolled off of you with a confused expression on his face, stretching his arm out as he looked around him.
"fuck." he looked at you with wide eyes once reality had set into his sleepy mind.
"sunghoon? are you awake?" his mother's voice called from the stairs, "you're going to be late for school."
"y-yeah! i am! give me a second!" sunghoon called out, ushering for you to get up and out the balcony doors. you felt your heart in your chest as you tiptoed around his room, wanting to get out of there quickly and quietly.
"sunghoon! what are you doing? you're never this late to be downstairs!" his mother's voice was closer this time, her foot steps being heard coming down the hall.
"shit! go go!" sunghoon held the door open for you, making sure that you got onto your balcony safely before he closed it and the curtains shut.
"sunghoon!" his mother opened the door, she scanned his room cautiously, staring at her shirtless son, "hurry up and get dressed, school starts in twenty minutes."
"yes, mom, sorry." he smiled at her, earning a suspicious smile from her before she closed his door again, a giant sigh leaving his mouth once she was gone.
sunghoon opened his curtain, peaking out to see you waving at him from your bedroom, he smiled at you and rolled his eyes, mentally cursing himself for not setting an alarm to wake up to.
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one of your biggest regrets is not staying in bed with sunghoon for longer.
the days following when you gave sunghoon a blowjob were miserable. you cursed yourself for thinking that sunghoon would ever see you as anything more than a girl to hook up with. you cursed yourself for actually liking the cold hearted park sunghoon that kept everything to himself- hidden away from everyone.
you walk into school an hour after leaving sunghoon's house that morning, a happy feeling that you wish you could've felt for the rst of life, in your chest. you gleamed at everyone in the hallways- thoughts of sunghoon running through your mind.
you didn't notice until lunch hour that sunghoon hadn't shown up to school. when you walked up to the cafeteria table that your friends usually all sat at, your smile finally dropped at the lack of presence of park sunghoon. the boys had also thought it was weird that sunghoon had shown up, or event exted them beforehand saying that he wouldn't be at school for the day.
sunghoon's curtains were closed when you got home from school, and you could see that his lights were on through the cracks of the curtains. you texted him to ask if he was okay, but ultimately got no answer.
by the end of the night, when you were laying in bed for the night, you figured that sunghoon was probably tired from having a late night last night. and that everything was fine, and that you'd see your neighbour in the morning.
but of course, things with park sunghoon were never just fine.
for the rest of the week, it seemed that sunghoon had gone back to ignoring your presence, even worse than the times before. and it wasn't just affecting you now, but you're whole friend group. as soon as the two of you were even near each other, the whole rooom could feel the tension between you. you pretended like you didn't notice the awkward glances thrown to eachother as you stood in the hallway with your friends and sunghoon.
you had texted sunghoon again, asking if you had done anything, only for it to be unresponded to like before. you would see him come home after skating practice at the same time, his usual cold and calm composure resting on his face as he walked up to his house. sunghoon kept his curtains tightly shut, not once letting the sun in during the day, or the moonlight invading his room while he did late night homework.
on friday night, everytime you'd enter a room at the party house of the night, sunghoon would leave if he was in that room as well. he ignored every glance of yours, every eyebrow quirk until you couldn't take it anymore and drank more than you should've. but drinking was the only thing you could do to forget the horrible week that you were having because of your neighbour.
as you kept drinking, you imagined sunghoon coming over and stopping you. admiting that he's an asshole for everything he's done recently and taking you back to his house, where'd you lay together in his bed again- and this time you'd wake up together and lay there for hours with soft smiles on your faces. but sunghoon didn't stop you.
you hadn't noticed that sunghoon had even left the party until heeseung and chaehyun were helping you get into the back of dayeon's car. you layed in the back of the cold leather seats as dayeon and chaehyun were in the front. the memory of how heeseung stayed with chae in the back a few months ago when she was too dunk replayed in your mind and made you sob outloud. you wished that sunghoon was in the back with you, letting you rest your drunk head on his lap as he brushes your hair out of your face until you get home.
dayeon and chaehyun didn't know what to do. they had never seen you drink so much to the point where you cry. they had never even seen you just cry before either. you wree usually their shoulder to lean on, you were the strong friend, the friend that always helped everyone with their problems because you never had any of your own.
they had seen you crack more and more everyday since you had been hooking up with sunghoon. they realized as soon as you told them about sunghoon that he was the first boy that you chased, rather than the other way around. they realized that sunghoon was different for you, whether you realized it or not.
park sunghoon wasn't just some boy you wanted to hook up, he wasn't just your friend or neighbour- he was the boy you fell in love with.
and it scared you to think that you had fallen for someone who didn't love you back- that couldn't love you back.
you remember chaehyun and dayeon putting you to bed quietly, trying to soothe your cries. they knew if they asked why you were crying that you wouldn't tell them. you were stubborn and private and it was those characteristics of yourself that you saw in sunghoon- and you hated them. you wished that sunghoon would open up to you- comminucate to you about how he was feeling and why he was doing the things he was doing to you. but you couldn't blame him, because you don't tell him how you're feeling either.
you go to a party the next night, after waking up that morning with swollen eyes and lips from crying yourself to sleep. chaehyun and dayeon kept an eye on you for the first half of the party- obviously aware that you weren't doing too well mentally. they figured that it had something to do with sunghoon, by the glances you had been giving him all week- and crying when you realized he had left without you the night before.
you felt bad at first when you realized that your friends were babysitting you at the party, seeing the way heeseung and chaehyun obviously wanted to be alone with each other and that dayeon didn't want to come to a party tonight anyways.
you drank more when you realized that sunghoon wasn't even coming to the party tonight. with each drink you wondered more about who you were becoming- going to parties for a specfic boy and drinking to forget him.
you ended up leaving the party before anyone else, taking a cab home and texting dayeon that you were fine as you left, finally escaping from the overprotective care of your friends.
you smiled politely at eth cab driver as he dropped you off, wishing a good night before you closed the door and watched him drive off again. when you turned to head up your driveway, a body standing on the porch next door caught your eye.
sunghoon was standing there, his back turned to you as he started to unlock his front door.
"where have you been?" you called out to him, taking in his outfit of jeans and a tshirt. he turned at the sound of your voice, lettting his hand of keys drop to the side as he took in your own appearance.
"skating." sunghoon shrugged, "where have you been?"
you took a few steps towards his house, stopping at the bottom of his porch steps to look up at the pretty boy, "a party, i thought you'd be there, but of course i was wrong."
sunghoon realized as the way you slurred your words that you were drunk, "what do you mean?"
you shrugged, kicking your feet on the pavement, "im always wrong when it comes to you." his silence after your statement made you talk more, "i never know what's going on with you. one second you're calling me yours and complimenting me and getting mad when other guys touch me, but the next second you're ignoring me and pretending you don't know me!" you held back a sob as you finally told sunghoon how you had been feeling this entire time, "and if you don't want to do this," your finger pointing between both your bodies, "then just tell me! because i'm tired of guessing what you want and ending up wrong!"
sunghoon feels his chest tighten at your confession, not realizing just how much he had been hurting you. he never realized that you could be hurt, always walking around so strong and smiling and making everyone's day with your humour and outgoingness. but he was wrong about you.
"fine, let's break this up."
sunghoon's words split your cracked heart into two separete pieces, "r-really?" you prayed that you. heard him wrong- that your drunk mind was playing tricks on you.
"yeah, you're right this time y/n. i don't want this anymore." he looked down at your small figure in your pretty party dress, your cheeks pink from the alcohol and night breeze. he so badly wanted to wrap you up in his jacket, keep you warm beside him, but he knew this was for the best as he still saw a little bit of hope in your glossy eyes, "i don't want you anymore."
and then your glossy eyes that he's looked into so many times weren't looking at him anymore, and it made him wonder if they'd ever look at him again.
"fuck you, sunghoon." were your final words to him as you stomped over his lawn and into your house, managing to hold back your tears until you got to your bedroom.
your curtains were open, letting the moonlight in and hope that sunghoon would be at the balcony, waiting for you. the thought made you slam your curtains closed, never wanting to open them again.
you didn't have enough energy to change out of your dress, too devasted that you had allowed yourself to be played by park sunghoon- the quiet, shy dorky boy that sat in the back of the class in your freshman year- the boy that everyone asumed was an innocent virgin that would never do anything to hurt anyone. you were so wrong about him and about everything, that you wanted to sleep until you didn't think about him anymore. you only wanted to wake up once your mind and body had forgotten about park sunghoon. when no longer knew the way his lips tasted, the way his cheeks get puffy when he wakes up and the way his laugh sounds when he throws his head back.
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sunghoon wasn't too surprised when he found out you weren't at school on monday. guilt and sadness were the only things he could feel at the way he had been treating you- at the memory of your last words to each other.
he wasn't too surprised when chaehyun and dayeon had started giving him dirty looks in the hallways on tuesday. he figured that you would tell them what had happened sooner rather than later. hopefully, chaehyun didn't hate him too much though, because it would be kinda of awkward at heeseung's parties if his girlfriend- or whatever they were- hated his best friend.
sunghoon wasn't surprised when it had been thursday night and he hadn't received one text form you all week. when he hadn't seen your smile, or heard your laugh in the hallways, or caught you staring at him through your windows as he changed for school. he had figured that he had hurt you enough for you to get over him quickly- at least that's what he hoped.
it had only shocked sunghoon when you hadn't shown up to the party on friday night.
dayeon and chaehyun cursed sunghoon for looking so held together throughout the week at school- as if he hadn't just told their best friend that he didn't want her anymore. he had to have known that he meant something more than a fuck buddy to you, especially after you had just confessed to hm about how he had been making you feel for months.
chae and dayeon made a pact to not tell you how well sunghoon had been looking, while you were surrounded with used tissues in your bed. you had told your parents that you were sick, which wasn't too hard to believe since you looked and sounded sick from the amount of crying you had been doing.
it was all too much for you. you feel like you had lost yourself complettely over the past months and you had no idea until it was too late. your past self would have never let you get so caught up on one boy- no matter how good he smelt, how wonderful he tasted and how hard he made you laugh.
whether sunghoon liked it or not, you had chipped away at his cold, shy exteriror within those months that you two were fuck buddies. you realized how kind and caring he was, how well he took care of his little sister and friends, how protective he was over you and made sure you were okay. those memories you had of him did nothing to make you remember last saturday night. those awful words he said to you only rang loosely in your mind as his soft whispers on early mornings were louder.
it hit sunghoon the moment chaehyun and dayeon had walked in together friday night, you no where to be seen.
"what's that look for?" dayeon popped her hip and crossed her arms as she looked at sunghoon with an annoyed face.
"y/n's not here?"
chaehyun scoffed beside dayeon, "why the hell would she be here?"
"what does that mean?" jake chimed in from the couch, confused as to why there was so much tension between the three of them at the mention of you. "i thought y/n was sick."
chaehyun scoffed again as she sat down beside heeseung who looked as equally as confused.
"didn't your bro sunghoon tell you what he did to y/n?" dayeon hissed to jake, her cold eyes not leaving sunghoon as she spoke.
"no?" jake shook his head slowly, "what the hell did you do?"
"oh y'know, just broke her heart." chaehyun said with a scowl on her face. heeseung grabbed her hand at the tone of her voice, trying to calm her down gently.
"what?" jake asked, "you guys- were dating?"
"no!" sunghoon said immediately, "we weren't!"
dayeon scoffed again, "god sunghoon, you are so clueless!"
"what do you mean?"
"it was so obvious that y/n liked you! she wanted to be with you! and all you do is tell her that you don't want her! like she's some pest!"
the cold stares from dayeon and chaehyun and the confused stares from his friends were becoming too much for him. the party music becoming too loud for him to process any words to say, only scoffing himself and turning on his heel away from them. he grabbed a bottle of vodka and pushed open the backdoor, needing some fresh air away from it all.
sunghoon had been beating himself up ever since you had agreed to become fuck buddies with him. he knew that you didn't deserve to be in a relationhip like that with him- or to even be in a bed with him. he thinks he was counting down the days until you realized that and left him to the side, alone.
there hadn't been a day that sunghoon hadn't thought of you since the beginning of the school year. he wishes that he could've been more open with you about his feelings- but he's sure wasted it now. the way your friends had confronted him was pure evidence about the way you were feeling about him the past week.
sunghoon had tried to persuade himself that he had done the right thing by breaking it all off with you. you didn't deseve to be with a guy like him. he was shy, cold, and private and quiet, sometimes too afraid to make eyecontact with people. while you were pretty, and outgoing, confident, and strong and so nice to everyone that you ever meet.
he knew that if anyone would see the two of you together that it would be a nightmare. no one would believe that the two of you were dating from the different worlds that you come from- the different reputations that surrounded your names.
sunghoon wanted to be with you, wanted to hold your hand as you walk down the halls, leave hickeys down your neck so everyone would know you were his, wanted to just spend time with you and learn everything about you and more. sunghoon curses himself for being too insecure about himself- knowing that if you ever found out about the way he thinks of himself that you would turn your nose up in disgust.
you were out of his league in every aspect, and he knew it from the start.
sunghoon didn't realize just how much he had drank of the vodka until his sight had become blurry. he rested his head on the porch railing, trying to center himself.
"hoon?" heeseung's voice called out from the back door, "are you okay?"
as soon as sunghoon turned his head to look at him, heeseung could tell that sunghoon was drunk, and he had never seen sunghoon drunk before.
"okay, let's sit, hoon." heeseung took hurried steps toward his friend, ushering him over to a chair. "are you okay?"
"no." sunghoon admitted, not being able to look at his friend. he's known heeseung since they were little, they met in grade one and had become best friends since then.
over the years, they had gotten to know each other so well. they knew each other's deepest secrets that not even jake or jay knew. sunghoon has not only been feeling guilty for what he had done and said to you, but for what he's been doing to heeseung recently.
sunghoon has been so caught up in skating and you that he's abandonned his friends. he could tell that everytime he left a party early to go back home with you, heeseung would get a certain look on his face. an expression that sunghoon knew meant heeseung was disappointed.
sunghoon knew that heeseung liked going to parties that sunghoon was at. jake and jay were the extraverts in their little friend group. they liked to get up on tables and dance, they liked to play beer pong with anyone and everyone, they liked to talk as many girls as they could during the night.
meanwhile, sunghoon and heeseung would sit back on the couch, enjoying watching their friends make fools of themselves. they liked listening to the shitty music together and picking out the hottest girl at the party that night. sunghoon always knew that heeseung thought chaehyun was the hottest, and would always smirk to himself when heeseung would pick some other girl while his eyes were still glued to chae.
sunghoon's been too caught up on his own shit, that he doesn't even know if heeseung and the girl that he's liked fo ryears are dating. he's known that he should ask him, chae and hee are always together now a day, but he never finds the energy or motivation to ask.
"what's been bothering you, hoon?" heeseung asked gently, never knowing how sunghoon is going to react when you try to pry into his personal life. when sunghoon stays silent heeseung's not surprised, even if sunghoon is drunk- he's still self aware to not just spill whatever he's feeling. "i didn't know that you and y/n had been hooking up, i'm sorry about that. i should've asked."
sunghoon scoffs at how nice his best friend is- he's too nice that he won't even admit that sunghoon has been hurting him for months too. "i should've asked about you and chae. i'm sorry, i just-" sunghoon pauses, leaning his forehead onto his palm, trying ot process his feelings into words- something that he's never been good at.
"it's fine, i knew you wanted to ask." heeseung shrugs, taking a sip out of the almost empty bottle of vodka that sunghoon had brought out. "when you first told us that you had hooked up with y/n, was the the first time, or?"
sunghoon nodded, "yeah, it was." sunghoon almost smiles as he remembers the guys all gasping and asking him how it was.
"and then, the last time was last week?"
"yeah, last tuesday."
"what made you want to stop?"
sunghoon sighed, "i never wanted to stop- but we had to." he took heeseung's silence as a sign to continue carefully, "you know how we both are hee, it wouldn't have worked out."
"i think it would've." sunghoon quirks an eyebrow up at heeseung in confusion making heeseung laugh, "well, you both liked eachother and spent time together, right?" sunghoon sits up straight at the mention of liking each other- trying to plaster a disgusted look on his face. "hoon," heeseung stated seriously, "it's okay that you like y/n, we all kinda knew anyways."
"you could tell?" sunghoon's eyes widened.
"yeah," heeseung shrugged, "i mean, we didn't know you were hooking up all the time, but just by the way you'd look around the room until you found y/n, and then you'd always stare at her until you disappeared with her somewhere."
"oh." sunghoon nodded, thinking about it.
"plus that time you almost shot lazers with your eyes at yeonjun when he was sitting with y/n." heeseung caught the way sunghoon smiled gently at the mention of that party. "i know you still like y/n, hoon. and we both know how nice and understanding she is. so i think, if you go and tell her how you feel- how you really feel- she'll probably forgive you."
sunghoon turned his head to the side, a scoff leaving his mouth, "i can't, hee, it's embarrassing to talk about that shit."
"it's not. especially if it it's y/n it's not- and you know that."
"i still can't hee. it's better we aren't together. she deserves to be with someone else- someone like jake or jay- someone like her." sunghoon is still adament to forget everything he ever had with you- everything he's ever felt for you.
"but i think you're like her." heeseung can see that sunghoon is about to defend his statement again, "you're both realistic, and strong and understanding- you're both funny and extra warm to the people close to you. i know how you can be towards yourself, hoon, and it shouldn't stop what's between you and y/n."
sunghoon nods gently, playing with his fingers in his lap. "she's still out of my league, heeseung." sunghoon speaks softly now, the verbal mention of his self insecurity wrapping around his body and vocal cords.
"she's not- that's something society has created and you can't let it affect you. just talk to her, hoon, you'll see it'll all be okay. trust me."
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chaehyun explaining to you what heeseung had talked to sunghoon about at the party only made you feel worse.
it made you feel like sunghoon didn't trust you like you had thought he did. it made you angry that sunghoon cared so much about what others thought about him and you and a relationship between you two. it made you want to crawl away into a world where there was no one else except for you and sunghoon where maybe then you could be together happily.
you had gone to school the next week, keeping to yourself and dayeon and chaehyun. you kept your curtains closed, wondering if sunghoon would notice it. you thought that maybe heeseung had talked some sense into sunghoon- quietly thinking that any second now, sunghoon is going to text you to come over, and he'll confess everything to you. or that maybe he'll knock on your balcony doors, push you on your bed and tell you to listen to him explain himself. in whatever the case would be- you knew that you would cave in and forgive him- because you knew that sunghoon was complicated- you knew that everything he said or did was carefully calculated.
but there was nothing from him all week. just the same radiosilence you had been dealing with for the past three weeks.
so you were pissed. and you were feeling more like yourself again even though sunghoon's name was still carved into your heart. so, you went out to party with your friends on friday night.
it had been two weeks since you had caught up with all of your friends. all of them happy to see you back in the atmohpshere that you belonged in. almost instantly, you were back to what you had always done- to what you had done before you started hooking up with sunghoon.
you danced with jake and jay and played beer pong with them. you gossipped with all the girls and took shots with them. you had almost completely forgotten about sunghoon for the night.
when intak, a boy from your grade who you had talked to a few times at a couple of parties, joined behind you to dance, you didn't think much of it. he was cute, and he his strong hands on your hips distracted you from everything else- only trying to following his movements to the beat of the music.
of course, that scene wasn't something sunghoon wanted to first walk into the party and see.
"fuck." jake groaned from beside sunghoon, obviously seeing the scene as well and knowing that sunghoon was going to be pissed.
all day, jake, jay and heeseung were persuading sunghoon to come out and party with them tonight. they could tell that sunghoon was still caught up with how he ended things with you and wanted him to have fun tonight. his friends had barely seen him since last weekend's party where he got completely shit faced. sunghoon spent his entire week at the skating rink- practicing every jump and spin and trick he could think of until his whole body was bruised from falling and musicles were strained.
his friends were happy when he finally caved in and told them that he would come, if only for twenty minutes even. the party had only started an hour ago, and walking in to find you with a red solo cup in your hand and your ass grinding against intak was something that made him almost punch every wall in the house and storm out.
heeseung caught the way sunghoon's hands clenched into fists at his side, "sunghoon, don't." but it was too late for a warning, sunghoon was making his way right towards you and intak. "sunghoon!" jake and jay had joined heeseung into calling for their friend to come back.
even through the music and intak's whispered voice in your ear, you heard the calls of your neighbours name. your eyes opened and turned towrds the sound, finding sunghoon's angry eyes in a second.
"hoon?" his nickname rolled off your tongue for the first time in week before his hand was wrapped around your wrist, pulling you away from intak. "sunghoon what the fuck?" your head turned back to intak, giving him an apologetic look as you were pulled away from him. sunghoon ignored your questions until he had pushed you into the bathroom, locking the door once both of you were inside.
"what the fuck are you doing, sunghoon?" you looked pissed as you leaned against the bathroom counter- and sunghoon had to push the thoughts away of how hot you looked when you were pissed.
"what the fuck are you doing?" sunghoon repeated to you.
"having fun." you raised your eyebrows and spoke in an obvious tone. sunghoon brushed his fingers through his hair to get his bangs out of his face, you could tell from his expression that he had a lot on his mind.
"with intak?" he paused to speak with his hand still in his hair.
"yeah, didn't you see it?"
sunghoon chuckled at your brattyness, walking over to you then, dropping his hand from his hair to place on the counter behind you, trapping you in. "so you were you planning on leaving with him?"
you could hear the dominance growing in sunghoon's voice, and if you weren't so weak for sunghoon then maybe you would've lasted longer standing up for yourself. "if he wanted to." you saw his eyes look behind your head into the mirror, grin growing on his lips before returning his gaze back to you. his hands meet your hips and turn you around.
"look at that." sunghoon's deep voice is in your ear as he speak, "look in the mirror, little one." you do as he demands, your gaze meeting the way his body is pushed up against your own. the two of you look so perfectily dirty with each other, the type of way that makes you drool without realize it.
sunghoon's thigh is placed inbetween your thighs, feeling the way your cunt grinds down onto it at the sight of you two pushed together. "you see how pretty you are, baby? pretty just for me, right?"
"y-yes, sir." you nod, not being able to take your eyes off of the mischievius look he's giving you in the mirror.
"i haven't fucked you in a while, i think i need to show you who you belong to, again." you only nod in response, reaching behind you to grip onto his shirt, pulling him closer if possible. you're sure that if sunghoon and you were in the middle of a 'fight' then he would've spanked you for not answering and for touching him without permission. but the both of you just need each other, the both of you are too caught up in eachother's gaze.
"please fuck me, sir."
sunghoon's hand grips onto your jaw, holding your head up so he can kiss down your neck, his eyes never leaving yours as he bites harshly, surely leaving a mark this time- the feeling leaving you feeling as if you're floating. "such a good girl now, huh? using your manners to ask to be fucked. maybe if i leave few marks on your skin you'll remember that you're mine."
your core continues to grind against his thigh as he continues to bite into your skin, leaving red and purple marks- marking you as his for you, him and everyone else to know.
when he decides that you have enough on your skin, he's pulling away from you, a whine leaving your throat before he's pushing up your dress and yanking your panties down your legs. you can see your bare core in the mirror, and the way sunghoon's face is a mix of awe and adoration as he looks at your bare skin, before meeting your eyes with a soft smile- contrasting so well compared to everything else the two of you had been doing for the past minutes.
"please, sunghoon," his name leaving your mouth makes his heart swell, realizing then how bad he's missed you and how bad he needs you.
"okay, baby, okay." he presses a kiss into your head, smelling your perfume and shampoo as he unbuckles his belt, and pulls his cock out of his pants. he's already fully hard and red as he pumps his cock. youmove your hips out so he can line his cock up with your core easier.
sunghoon slips easily into you, making you think that you were made for him, fitting together like puzzle pieces although the two of you are so physically and personally different.
you almost cry outloud when you see how wet his cock is with your juices when he pulls out, the light from the bathroom making his cock shiny in the mirror's reflection.
"fuck, i missed you." sunghoon groaned into your shoulder from behind you. you nod in response, agreeing with him with more than anything.
you know that you'd be knocked down over the bathroom's counter if sunghoon wasn't holding your body up and close to him. his cock was stuffing you full to your hilt, too face. sunghoon doesn't give you a chance to breathe, wanting you to feel right here, right now, just how much he has missed you. sunghoon's enjoying the time with you, enjoying your moans and gazes in the mirror.
you find yourself growing close to your orgasm faster than ever as you watch the two of you fall apart in the mirror.
"fuck, hoon, so close."
sunghoon nods into your hair, his gaze remaining soft as he kisses your head and pounds into you harder. "that's okay, baby, wet my cock with your cum, wanna feel you tighten around me so bad."
your body starts to arch in his hold, your orgasm finally hitting you. his cock starts to hammer into you, wanting to cum right after you. the way his speed and tip of his cock keeps hitting your gspot makes your eyes roll to the back of your head. sunghoon groans at the sight of you in the mirror from the unintentional overstimulation.
it's too much but you can't speak- can't tell him to stop- just want to take it for him because you missed being so close to him- missed hearing his groans in your ear and feeling his warm hands on your hips.
sunghoon bites down onto your shoulder hard when he comes, covering his moan and leaving a final mark on your body from his teeth. a whimper of your name leaves his mouth as he pulls out of you, his cock limp and wet and aching to be back inside of you already.
both of you lean against eachother and the bathroom counter, pressing lazy kisses into eachother skin. "i meant it, y/n." sunghoon speaks after a while, his voice still sounding breathless.
"meant what?" you raised an eyebrow at him.
"that you're mine, that i missed you." your gazes lock in the mirror again, sweat lining your hairlines.
"i missed you, too, sunghoon." you nod at him with a soft smile.
"yeah?" he turns his face into your hair, closing his eyes to relish in the moment for longer.
"yeah," your head comes up to rest in his hair, "let's go home, now."
you felt sunghoon nod against your head, grabbing towel paper to clean both of you up before you're taking a cab together back to your houses.
it remains silent between you and sunghoon for majority of the time it takes to get back into his bedroom, quietly to not wake his parents like usual. though nothing is said, you're attached to eachother by holding hands in the back of the cab ride, staring out opposite windows, watching you drive through the late, night city together.
you whisper to eachother as you get dressed into his sweatpants and shirt to sleep in, watching him get dressed in his own pair in the moonlight in his room.
you continue to whisper hushed confessions to eachother as you lay in his bed, facing eachother under his blanket, your heads meshed together on one pillow like they were a few weeks ago in the house next door.
sunghoon's pale fingers are tracing shapes onto your arms as he tells you how he feels about you. tells you that you're the prettiest girl he's ever met- that you're the only girl he's ever wanted to be with- that you're the only person he sees himself with in the future.
sunghoon struggles to keep eye contact with you as he tells you everything- how he's been beating himself up ever since he agreed to be friends with benefits with you. how he pushed you away because he was scared you were going to realize he was no good for you.
he mumbles his apologizes against your lips as you kiss him, hoping to take some of his pain away when his voice cracks. you wrap your arms around him in his bed when a tear rolls down his cheek when he confesses his insecurities to you- how you help take them away from him when he's with you.
you fall asleep wrapped in eachothers arms, lips swollen from kissing, eyes bloodshot from drinking and crying together, hearts full with nothing but eachother.
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you wake up saturday morning to soft snores in your ear and a warm arm draped over your waist. you realize that you're still in sunghoon's bedroom. you see the dozens of skating medals hung on his walls, next to pictures of him and heeseung from when they were younger.
you don't realize that sunghoon woke up from your subtle movements until his arm is tightening around you and pulling you closer.
"you awake?" sunghoon's deep voice asks, placing a kiss on the back of your neck when you nod your head against his pillow.
his hold of you loosens when you turn over so that you're now facing him. his arm going back into place and pushing your bodies together again. you're both still naked, and a little sweaty as you greet each other.
you're sure if anyone were to walk into his bedroom that they would be faced with the smell of alcohol, sex, sweat and sunghoon's cologne.
sunghoon moves his head down to press a kiss onto your forehead, mumbling a soft, "i'm sorry." against your skin.
"i know." you smile at him, "it's okay."
a subtle frown grows on sunghoon's face at how quick you are to forgive, "it's not, i want to tell you how i feel- but it's hard."
your hand moves from inbetween your bodies to his cheek, your thumb brushing under his eye, "it's okay, you can take your time," you reassure him, "plus heeseung already told chaehyun what you said."
"oh god." sunghoon groans, turning his head away from you to mush it into his pillow, "he didn't."
"he did." you giggle, your hand carding through his black hair. "i'm not out of your league, hoon. really. i love you for you, even if you are a little stubborn sometimes."
"just a little?" he moves his head so you could see his eye looking at you.
"ok, maybe a lot. but i still love you."
sunghoon pulls you into him then, so your upper body is resting on his chest as he lays on your back. you let out a quiet squeal at the sudden motion. "i love you, too y/n. i'm still sorry, i'm going to show you how sorry i am for the rest of my life."
you shake your head with a smile, "it's really okay, hoon. we'll just talk about how we feel rather than you pretend i don't exist, yeah?"
"yeah, ok." sunghoon scrunches his nose playfully.
you lean down and place a kiss onto his lips, his grip on your hips tightening as he kisses you back. it's a kiss with no tongue and passion and you feel both of your worries floating off of your skin as it feels like it's only the two of you in the world- in sunghoon's bed.
sunghoon pulls away with a disgusted look on his face, "ew, morning breath."
"sunghoon!" you gasp, grabbing a pillow from beside him and throwing it at him.
"i'm kidding! i'm kidding!" sunghoon laughs and throws the pillow away so he can look at you again, "i love even your awful morning breath!"
"oh my god!" you try to push up and away from him, a playful gasp coming from your mouth. your movements don't go very far until sunghoon is pushing you onto your back, kissing all over your face while you laugh. "sunghoon!" you whine out to him until he stops.
he looks down at you with a serious look then, "you're mine, right?"
your chest is heaving from laughing so hard, "of course. and you're mine?"
"of course. only yours." sunghoon nods firmly, before a smirk grows on his face and he's leaning down to kiss you again, not pulling away for a few minutes, both of you wanting to enjoy being each others for as long as possible.
or until yewon starts knocking on his bedroom door asking for him to play dolls with her.
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walking into school holding hands with sunghoon on the monday after you two started dating, wasn't as bad as the both of you thought it would be.
there were no stares from other students, there was no teasing from your friends as sunghoon kissed you on the cheek before heading to class, and when both of you shared your lunch in the cafeteria no one batted an eye.
it was as if the whole school had thought you were dating even before you had been.
"i told you," heeseung said as he sat down beside sunghoon in the cafeteria, "everyone already kinda knew." shrugging his shoulders playfully before wrapping an arm around chaehyun.
"shut it, heeseung." sunghoon rolled his eyes, biting into his red apple, making everyone at the table laugh.
during the last class of the day, shen xiaoting made her way to your desk before the class started.
"so is it true, y/n? did you take park sunghoon's virginity?"
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shybunny · 6 months ago
i was wondering if you could write something where a sub is sitting in the doms lap and the dom has their hands between the subs legs and is kinda helping them get themself off and is just like taking care of them
i hope this works for you anon 👀
🔞 this post contains erotic writing intended for adults. do not interact with this post if you are a minor/under eighteen
😘 soft dom, fingering, light edging, dirty talk, use your words 😗 mild humiliation
You’ve been so needy all day. If you’d had the opportunity I’m sure you would have gotten yourself off by now, but I’ve been at home with you the whole time. I would have happily taken care of it for you if you’d asked, but you’re always so shy, too shy to ever initiate anything yourself. So I’ve just been watching you try to go about your day like normal. You keep giving me these guilty, embarrassed looks, hoping I won’t notice the way you’ve been squeezing your thighs together trying to ease the tension, or staring into the distance with that glazed expression, skin flushed, biting your lip.
Of course I notice. I love seeing you all needy and embarrassed like this. I bide my time, letting you get more and more worked up, waiting to see if you’ll finally crack and beg me to get you off. But after hours of watching you slink around all shy and skittish, I decide I’m going to need to help you along after all. As you walk by the couch I grab you and pull you into my lap. You let out a soft huff of surprise, and I feel the way you can’t help melting into me a little, craving my touch so badly. Your breath hitches as I slide my hand between your legs and under the waistband of your cotton shorts, feeling how fucking wet your underwear is. I press a finger firmly against your slit and you let out a pathetic little whimper as my touch ignites the slow fire that’s been burning in you all day.
I whisper into your ear, low and teasing. “You’re soaking wet, baby. Have you been like this all day?” You turn your head away, embarrassed, but you nod in response. I press my finger deeper in between your lips, slowly working against you through the fabric of your underwear, rubbing and stroking your swollen folds. You gasp and roll your hips, unable to stop yourself, embarrassed by how pathetic and needy you sound, whimpering and squirming in my arms. “Poor little thing, so worked up and needy all day,” I say as I lazily play with your cunt. “Want me to take care of you, baby?” You whimper and nod your head, weakly bucking your hips, wanting my fingers harder and deeper. “Tell me what you want,” I murmur into your ear, sliding one finger beneath the waistband of your underwear. “Tell me, baby,” I say again, but you can’t get the words out. My finger is pressed into your clit, slowly stroking, and it feels so good and you’re so turned on that you can’t even think. I should be tough about it, I should force you to say it, but it’s so hard to discipline you when you’re like this, sitting in my lap all soft and pliant and needy. I slide my finger lower and lower until I’m teasing your tight wet entrance, feeling you desperately clenching against my fingertip.
“You wanna cum, baby?” I ask, helping you along. “You want me to make you cum?” You nod vigorously, panting and whimpering and bucking your hips. “Like this?” I ask as I press my fingers into your aching little clit and start to rub and rub, slow at first and then harder and faster. Your hips roll up into my touch and your breath comes in little mewling gasps. It feels so good, doesn’t it, after all that waiting and aching. You get so close so fast, I can hear it in your voice, I can feel it in the way you’re moving against me, but I’m careful not to push you over the edge just yet, I just keep rubbing your clit in a firm, steady pace that keeps you right on the edge. “Please…” you whimper. “Tell me, baby.” “Make me cum…” you beg, “please, make me cum, I wanna cum.” Your whining gets louder and louder with each stroke of my fingers, your hips arching away from my lap, straining into my touch as I rub your pussy harder and harder. Your moans get so loud you’re practically yelling as your cunt starts to pulsate against my fingers. “That’s it baby,” I say, murmuring urgently into your ear, “that’s it, that’s so good, cum for me.” You cum so hard, throwing your head back and moaning and shuddering in my arms as your cunt squeezes and clenches against my fingers.
I hold your body snugly against mine as you come down from your orgasm, soft and spent in my arms, whimpering with each little aftershock. Finally you turn your head to look at me, eyes half-lidded and dreamy, and your shy little smile melts my heart.
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kittenofdoomage · 12 days ago
Tight (Drabble)
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A few hundred words about taking Sam's humongous cock.
Pairing: Sam Winchester x female!reader
Warnings: smut (vaginal fingering, full penetrative sex)
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There was no such thing as a quickie with Sam. He hated to rush, loved to build the pleasure until you were practically begging him for it. You could take him, so long as he prepped you first, and usually the only problem with that was how much he enjoyed dragging it out, leaving you a quivering sopping mess before he finally filled you to the brim.
This time was no different. Even halfway through a case, Sam couldn’t keep his giant paws off of you, manhandling you into the motel room and deadbolting the door so his brother didn’t cop an unexpected eyeful if he came back. Your skirt and pants ended up on the floor underneath Sam’s knees as he held your legs apart in a firm grip, rutting his cock against your already-soaked cunt.
“Sam -” you choked out, feeling a bead of sweat roll down your temple to catch in the hair above your ear. The lingering buzz from the orgasm he’d brought you to on his tongue was making you light-headed, but all you could think about was having him inside you.
Sam grinned, tossing his head back to get his damp hair out of his eyes for the tenth time. His fingers danced down your thigh, taking the place of his thick manhood as he started to tease you again. “Too tight, baby?” he crooned, sinking two solid digits into your drenched hole.
You couldn’t manage a single word, dissolving into a throaty moan as he curled his fingers inside you, sliding his thumb up against your swollen and throbbing clit.
“I think you’re ready,” he murmured.
His fingers felt huge, like they always did. Nothing compared to the size of his cock splitting you open, but still enough to make your whole body shudder. “Need more,” you whined, craning your neck as another wave of pleasure rolled over you. “You won’t -”
“Won’t fit?” he chuckled, pumping his fingers steadily into your grasping cunt, unwittingly rocking his hips and rutting his cock against your thigh. “How about we test that?” He withdrew his hand, wrapping it around his shaft, meeting your eyes as he stroked himself. “You’re so good at taking all of me,” he purred, angling the bulbous tip at your slit, pushing it through your soaked and sensitive folds. “Let’s see -”
You cried out as he pushed into you, the thickness overwhelming your senses. Sam grunted as he eased each inch in, pulling back, then pushing in, repeating until your pussy was filled with him, your soft walls pulsing around every inch of his cock. “Gugh,” you managed, going limp in his hold as he let you feel just how deep he was, grinding his hips into you.
He released your left leg, letting it drop as he pressed his hand over your lower belly, smirking at you. You could feel him, so deep, thick and throbbing, right underneath his own palm. 
“See, now? Just perfect.”
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lezstuffs · a year ago
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