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houseofhugo · 25 days

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ONE AFTER ANOTHER: PART ONE

[ SYNOPSIS ] you take the man to your room tempted and riled up for a heated session.

[ PAIRING ] lee sangyeon x f!reader

[ CONTENTS AND WARNINGS ] 18+ read (smut), mdni (minors, please do not interact), stepcest, stepfather!sangyeon, age gap (both are legal), petnames, oral (reader!giving), face fucking, throat pie, tan skin sangyeon (yes, that's a warning), sweats sweats sweats, tiny mentions of porn.

[ AUTHOR'S NOTE ] this is my first ever smut. if you want to make appreciation of this post, please don't hesitate to like, reblog, comment or do all of the above. hard thoughts are also always open. love, hugo!

With a single push of your thumb, the click of the doorknob lock behind you bloomed into your ears like music. Your hands are still grasped upon the cold metal behind you but your thumb has been lifted off the button lock. Two open hands then acted like vines as they glided over your skin to find position on your rears—one secured behind your neck while the other snuck up behind your waist. At your eye level, your sight dwells at the low neck of the fit, bicep-accentuating, sleeveless, white shirt that extends down enough to fully showcase a sexy damp pit between firm masculine mounds. From there, your eyes then went up north; through your eyelids, you met the face of the man who let you mix a libido-increasing supplement in his lunch and made you watch him eat every spoon right in front of you, and now, he is standing twice your height right in front of you with a wet spot around his collar and beads of sweat trailing down his temples. The supplement must be making him feel hotter as much as he looks right now.

Who knew you will go this far just to get a man be all over you? And who knew it would be your stepdad for a month now?

"Is it locked?" Sangyeon asked in caution as he held you firmly.

Giving the older a pleased smile, you twisted the knob and both of you heard the lock snapped back open only for you to push it back in with your thumb. Your hands finally left the round metal poking your back. "Yes," you assured him.

His chest descended into ease due to his lessening fear of getting caught—that's actually a minority of his problems right now. Without thinking twice, he hunched and leaned forward to attach his lips onto yours. You're the fuel to this growing fire between you two right now, so won't you just let him work himself for a few moments in devouring your lips? He wears a pair of beige shorts that only covers one-third of his tree-trunk thighs. You can see through the garment how it imprints the "kitchen towel tube" size of his length extending down to the leg opening where you caught his whole swelling huge tip with an inch of shaft already peeking out. His hand behind your neck went down to join his other hand on your back to pull you towards him and ground his crotch onto your clothed folds. You held onto his shoulders for extra support. Sensing his desperation, you eventually began munching back at his wet kisses. Eyelids draped your sight at the process. You can taste some of the saltiness of his sweat on the skin around his lips. Tilting his head, his nose is now hovering at the zone of your left cheekbone where you feel the air brushing the skin of your left cheek before it gets vacuumed into his nostrils. With that one inhale, he pulls away to have both of you a breather.

"When's mom coming back?" you brought up right away.

"She told me she's gonna meet a few friends to plan their formal gathering until 3 PM."

You turned your head to the digital clock placed on the nightstand behind him showing 12:41 PM in strong red color. Recalling, you two just finished eating during the early minutes of the first half of the hour, so it means the supplement has already done its job on him. You darted your eyes back at his masculine face. Something at the corner of your sight told you to look around and as soon as your eyes went south, you knew why.

"What is it?" Sangyeon follows the direction of your head. He sees nothing but his stiff manhood below begging to be freed as it is shoved and pressed on his thighs by the fabric that starts to hardly accommodate his growing size. You can also see how a line of precum is formed streaming down his calves while his tip drips off that clear and viscous man stuff like a half-way closed faucet. It's just now that he's gotten aware of it which sinks into him how it's quite getting uncomfortable since he's really that big. "Oh, munchkin. You have no idea how strong that supplement hiked up in me after I ate that food." Through the fabric, he held his cock with is hand in a thumbs up sign as he attempted to wiggle it right at your sight.

You handed over his words to your explorative imagination; the more you think about it, the more you feel your guts warm up. You couldn't help but chew on your lower lip as you press all your fingers right onto your clothed pussy now that you have your stepdad standing in front of you all horny and hot at its peak. However, you don't wanna get yourself losing your shit just yet, so you cupped and squeezed his shoulders as you pushed yourself up to stand on your toes reaching his lips with yours to continue the kiss he broke. It went like that for a few seconds until he could feel you nudge trying hard not to trip over.

With Sangyeon's feet apart, he bent his knees as he hunched to even up both of your heights. Feeling stable back again, you palmed his manhood right at the spot, rubbing his length through the fabric. Of course, it wouldn't be fair if he doesn't do the same. You sensed his right hand slip under the left leg opening of your shorts. By the time he had is whole hand inside, he began treating left ass check as the biggest stress ball he has ever held.

The moan you sent out vibrated both of your lips. You decide to knead him while he's stiff and it's quite a pain for Sangyeon since you're treating it like a soft dough when his hard on is no near to that texture. He just squeezed his eyes shut for a second to distract himself.

He lets a hum escape through his nose and at the same time, he breaks the kiss. "Wanna blow me, baby?" He ran his words between heavy breaths.

You didn't even hesitate and just gave him an immediate nod of excited approval. You signed up for this.

A mild laugh was produced from his chest. "Of course, you do."

Sangyeon lets you play his clothed length as he roams his eyes across your room for the first time, and it's the way he was kept undistracted while his body keeps nudging back and forth because of the force of your hand on his cock. It's so clear how he's letting you take over from how dependent his hips are to your hand movements. "Where do you want me to sit?" he asked while mentally collecting spots to be in position.

"Uhm, actually..." Noticing your hotdog pillow next to you on the floor, you horizontally laid it in front of your feet before dropping your knees on top of it one at a time. You then slipped two fingers on both sides of his shorts including his boxer briefs underneath. "Can you just stand?"

Even his smile looks radiant down here. "Anything for you, kitty." He rested his hands on both sides of his waist waiting for you to do your business with those fingers on the waistband of his shorts.

"Want you to take off your top," you instructed.

No horny man will ever be patient, so Sangyeon immediately crossed his arms. Hands fisted at the hem of his white sleeveless top, he crumpled the fabric in his hold. The way he pulls it up with his arching back seems like he suddenly became your private stripper on the spot. The muscle stretch was so tender and yummy; from his defined v-line, and rock hard chocolate six-pack, up to his juicy pecs, all those gym-produced muscles slowly got undraped right before your eyes. He's such a meal in that tone of tan. That sweat that has been collecting in thick coatings on the surface of his clean and smooth textured skin makes it appear that he received a Midas touch and survived from how golden brown his skin is. You can't believe you're having a man for yourself in your personal space for 20 years since your childhood but you never thought that it would be someone like him.

As you drag down his lower garment right at his knees, you are presented with the way his massive cock that matches the tone of his overall skin made a squelching slap as it sprung up and smacked onto his sweat-glazed abs before the glossy pale-brown head came back pointing right at your face. His dick hole was impressive to dispense a drip of pre-cum that created a short string before falling down on the floor between your thighs. He even got a few soft and damp pubes at the finish line.

Mmh! Delicious. That was so far the hottest thing you made out of him.

With an open palm, you softly struck his shaft from below sending it upward and landing back down on your open hand to feel his hefty weight in your hold. Not gonna lie, it's almost similar to catching a pillow with one hand.

"You might wanna get your taste buds on that cock now, sweetheart." He reminds you. "You can't play with that if you'll just keep it dry."

The tip was at the level of your mouth. First thing's first. You choked the cock under the tip with your whole hand before treating it like a lever as you pulled it up to uncover his testicles and the thick lining under the shaft decorated with prominent veins. You ran your tongue across your lips before fully sticking it out and leaning over to begin your journey with your tongue at the underside of the base close to his pair of "table tennis" balls. Going up, you started to leave trails of your saliva on his shaft as you made your way up to his tip where you took it whole in your mouth right away. Your hand that was wrapped under the head came down to his base to hold his manhood in place. As he was 10% past your pretty lips, you swirled your tongue around the head before your licking organ turns into a shape of an arrowhead inside your mouth because you are about to press the very tip right at his slit.

"Oh—" His reaction got caught up mid-throat but he still managed to whisper a, "wow," as he squeezed his eyes shut.

His hands circled into a fist as he kept it hovered over the outside of his thighs to endure the initial stimulation you are causing between his legs, so you thought of bringing them behind his back crossed and fixed. You gave his triceps gentle caresses before your mouth left his tip coated and dripping in your spit. You continued to lick his shaft on the sides just like how anyone would typically consume an ice cream. At the same time, you pepper a few wet kisses until you're back up again at the head where you find the courage to take more of him than a while ago. The slit kisses the roof of your mouth. Still fine with it, you attempted to get his length deeper into you. Since a stiff dick couldn't curve, you hunched your back and tilted your head up to make your throat straight for his size to fit. By the time you pushed yourself on him once again, his head was already resting at the back of your tongue right before your uvula—the one that can make you vomit when excessively triggered—and you thought you would throw up everything you just ate this lunch when you decided to push more of him in. The next thing you know, your nose has touched something wet with a bit of hair and the pressure in your throat started to build up due to the lack of air.

"Damn! You really just took that all in." His mumbles were mixed with an airy tone.

Sangyeon carefully looks down at you to see you withdraw his length out of your mouth centimeter by centimeter until you were just left with his head again alone in your lips. He releases a deep sigh as he starts to feel your tongue fondle his cock head once again.

"Hah! Yes!" he exclaims.

You couldn't wait any longer. Laying your hands on both of his thighs, you started bobbing your head in a fixed rhythm. The drag of your lips at the base of the man's tip sends shivers all throughout his hot body as it just begins to fuel him towards insanity.

"Hoo! Deeper, baby girl. Wanna feel more of your pretty little mouth."

Who are you to refuse when he's already in the process of beating the capability of the lube's gloss with his own thick layer of sweat starting to look like he just got poured a gallon of it. The way your hands are slipping off his muscular thighs was so surreal. His locks are so wet that it drips off down on you.

By the time you're drooling and you're beating your own throat on his hefty meat, you heard a hummed growl from above. His super wet palms held you by the cheeks to get you off his dick. "Oooh, my gosh!" His release was already right at the tip. He just held you there away as he struggled to prevent himself from building up an orgasm from where he left at. "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" Curses spilled as he squeezed his eyes shut. It was then followed by a hiss, a huge out breath through his nose, and an undertone moan as he squeezed the base of his cock with his whole hand to prevent himself from pushing anything out.

"Wow," you subconsciously mumbled. "Did you just—that's insane."

"You liked that?" he brought up the question. "Or did I break your fun on my cock?"

"I mean...that turned me on."

"So you liked it?"

"Uh-huh."

An idea snapped into the older man's mind and he just gave you a mild laugh before grabbing both of your hands and guided you up relieving your knees at the same time. He dragged you away from the door and led you to the corner of your room where a bean bag is getting a spotlight from the sunlight coming from the window. Sangyeon sits there already with parted legs and beckons you to kneel between them.

Sangyeon looked around. "Do you have any lube here?" he asked.

There was a nightstand next to the bean bag and you pointed him that way. The stretch of his body was so defined when he leaned over in place and pulled the top drawer out where he saw a bottle of lube rolled out. He squirms at his seat until he feels in a comfortable position before handing the bottle to you. "Now, I'm just going to sit here and all you have to do is jerk me off, okay? I'll let you know when I'm about to cum, so you'll know when to cut me off."

And that's an offer you would never turn down on. "You sure about this?" You twisted the cap off the bottle in contrast to your question. Apparently, you want this.

"Come on, munchkin. I didn't let you get me on that supplement for nothing. I'm giving you myself to enjoy."

Looking down, you bite your lip as you stare at his delicious hard-on standing proud and tall.

"Go on," he encouraged. "Tease me all you want. I'm all yours."

You tilted the mouth of the bottle down hovering above your open hand. Satisfied with the amount that has landed all over your palm, you put the bottle down on the floor and spread the viscous liquid up to your fingers. With your one hand on top of the other, you wrapped them around his shaft and began pumping him in a slow and steady pace to gloss his sex up. Your hands are already tight enough for Sangyeon to begin riling himself up with. He slips his hands behind his back indicating that he has passed over unto you the control over his climax. He then just realized that this is your first time using your hands full time on his cock which is why the softness felt so silky smooth for him—because also of the lube—rather than fleshy smooth.

Leaving only one hand stroking him off, you reached for one of his pecs and went for the pinching work on his erected milkers. His drive started to tense in his pelvis causing him to hunch with his shoulders folding in. You then cupped his chest and gave it a couple of grope and squish motion before moving to his other one to do the same thing. His firm muscle under your touch feels so warm.

He fisted on the fabric behind him as he carefully rested his head back. Trying to prolong himself, he closed his eyes and breathed through his nostrils with his chin tensing up. The man thought it would work as a distraction until you abused the pace to produce gooey, luscious squelches which took over his senses rather than the on-the-spot distraction mechanism he just made for himself. At the same time, you were swiping your thumb fast on his nipple which triggered the tickle on his chest.

"Ngh! Hah!" Sections of his muscles contracted through his skin causing his body to appear very ripped. "Baby, I'm close!" His words scratched up his throat before exiting his mouth.

Your hand landed on the base for a split second before coming back up brushing past the bottom of his tip as your touch finally leaves his skin and hovers in a fist above his head. You saw a small white bead of liquid forming at the slit like a piercing before it runs down his shaft like a teardrop cry. You didn't expect to get a first glance of his cum that way. That bead was already creamy and thick as—

"Fuck!" The word came out airy. "Gosh! That was so close!" The elder looks down to inspect his swollen huge meat. He thought his cock would go limp due to how intense that edging was but look, it's still reaching for the ceiling. His two eyes came up to yours with a sharp stare while he was busy catching his breath through his heaving big milkers. "Hope I looked good with that," he spoke through heavy breathing.

"Thought I was actually watching porn for a sec," you complimented.

"I wouldn't pause the video if I were you."

Not gonna lie, he's a perfect spectacle for this. He would be in huge demand in the club if he was a stripper.

"Vibrators?" you asked.

"Surprise me."

It felt like you just won. You threw a smirk at him before coming back to the nightstand next to the bean bag he was sitting on. You came back kneeling to him presenting a big white microphone-shaped one and a cock ring in between your thumb and index finger.

"Are you gonna use those two on me, munchkin?"

"I'm just making our every second count."

The cock ring was, of course, elastic. Slipping four fingers—two from each hand—into the hole, you stretched the vibrator over the head of his cock before going down wearing it on him like a crown. The only difference is that it was placed under the head. you let the vibrator sit there in peace with the vibrating mechanism at the back of his tip.

"Tight?"

"No. It's perfect," he replied.

Shooting him a short-term smile, you switched the big one on and tested it on his thigh. Just as you expected, you earned a little twitch from him. Without any warning, you also switched the cock ring on, letting the sensation torture the head and run down his shaft then to his aching testicles.

"Shit!" It caused the older to plant his feet on the floor for his ass to leave the seat a few inches north before coming back down. "I don't think I would even last a minute with this one at all—fuck!" With the continuous withdrawal of the vibration from the object, Sangyeon is back with his rapid breathing through his nose paired with clamped lips as he watches how his length starts to significantly vibrate along. He's actually surprised that a small vibrator can cause a big cock to do something like that, probably because it was already set to the max by the time you turned it on.

Bringing yourself up from your knees, you hooked your thumb on the waistband of your shorts and pulled them down, so that you're left with your panties on. You sat on his left thigh and leaned sideways towards his body. The way the sweat on his firm thigh muscle acted like an adhesive for your naked ass to sit on made your walls twitch on nothing but air. You rested yourself there and have your right arm sneak over his shoulder. You just let his head fall back on your arms. With your right hand, you use it to hold the big vibrator and let it do its job on his right nipple which is the closest to your right hand.

"How are you feeling?" you talked right at his left ear.

He meets you at the left corner of his eyes with his head still thrown back. "You don't know how hard I'm trying to hold myself together right now—" You cut him off with a kiss where you began lapping his lips up just like how he did to you a while ago, and just like your response to his kiss, he laps back at you where wet squelches began to be produced between your mouths. Both of you didn't stop as you swallow his deep manly moans and groans and whines. The sounds he made while kissing were coming to you unforced for a while indicating that he's still not getting his pleasure striking up his cock, but that didn't last when he started humming in a specific pattern.

"Baby," he managed to let out even if it was muffled, but you were so immersed by the feeling of his lips on yours that you didn't stop lapping him up. "Hmm," he firmly mumbled. He just thought of it by now to tilt is head away so that his voice won't be drowned by your kiss. "Don't wanna cum yet, sweetie. We still have a lot to do." He couldn't add any word to his sentence anymore so he just looked at his twitching cock to redirect you at it because his orgasm has already hiked up to his head.

"What?" You didn't catch him.

"Oh, shit!" The rippling sensation was clogging the words right at his throat. "The... vibrator."

"Oh, sorry." Without getting off from sitting on his lap, you stretched your left arm to reach for the back of his tip where the button and the vibrating mechanism was positioned at. You also turned the big one off before tossing it to your bed.

"Hurry! Take it off." Sangyeon was on the race for his breath.

You immediately dropped yourself on your knees and stretched the ring to get it off of his dick. You see how the inner walls of the ring was glossy due to the lube coating his cock. Once removed, you secure it in your fist. Meanwhile, the man couldn't help but wrap one hand around his tip with pressure just so he could prevent himself from the brink of busting his load.

He raised his sight at you with a crunched forehead and semi-narrowed eyes. "Why do you have that vibrator, anyway? It's for cocks," he asked.

"I actually have not much idea yet about these things when I bought this. The vibration was so great, though, so I just bought it as my first one."

The man's eyebrows rose in surprise after hearing that. "Yeah, you're right." He recalls the feeling. "That thing is something else."

You stretched your arm out to him with an open hand. "Wanna have it?"

"You sure?"

"I mean...we both saw how it fits you perfectly."

Sangyeon puts out his hand open. You dropped the stuff on his palm and his hand withdrew in a fist, getting the ownership passed down to him.

"Just don't tell mom that it came from me."

"You're not the only one who's gonna be screwed if I do tell her."

You nodded your head up and down. "Right."

Both of you consumed a few seconds to stare at each other's face before he breaks the contact by checking the digital clock on the nightstand. 1:34 PM. He went back to you saying, "make me cum this time."

Well, you don't know if that was a command or request but, either way, you're not refusing a man like him.

He squirms at his seat to make himself comfortable before he sweeps the air with his fingers beckoning you. "Come here. Use your mouth now."

You nudged forward to get his cock in your hands. It's impressive that he's still keeping his stiffness to the maximum. You keep on humming as you start to take him inch by inch past your lips leaving one hand wrapped at the base to prevent you going all in and save your throat for later. It didn't take long until you were bobbing your head up and down as you stroked his cock in a twisting motion. He then finally rose from the back rest of the bean bag to lean forward towards you giving you an easier access to his whole torso. Big hands run down your hair as you work his size in your mouth.

Look at him now: slippery, glazed, and hot by the natural light and your combined body heat.

Just as you came up from his member, you replace your mouth with your hand keeping the movement coming to his senses. You then stretched your neck to experiment your tongue on one of his nipples; getting his sweat caught on your taste buds was appetizing and mouthwatering rather than salty and disgusting. He's got the yummy bod you love, so you never actually thought of that beforehand.

"Fuck my hand," you rushed your command as you initiated to stack your hands on top of each other and make a hole out of them for him to ram into. Sangyeon couldn't wait. He laid his hands in a fist behind his back causing him to lean back and get a full view of you between his sweat-glazed beefy thighs with your hand below the other covering his tip. He planted his soles on the floor to get a good grip before he began sloppily thrusting up to meet your hands. You can see how his glistening golden abs wave along his noodle-like movements. Even his butt cheeks are tensing as he does it. It really looks like you just got a private stripper dancing for you in your own place. You then kept an eye on his cock head exiting at the top and disappearing back in your hold like those in whack-a-mole, but you're not here to hammer it in; that would hurt.

Sangyeon notices your tongue gliding through you lips as your eyes are darted at his consistent thrusts. "Like what you see?" he engaged. "Like watching your stepdad being a spectacle for you fucking your hands like this? Aren't you a lucky girl?"

"More than lucky, I guess," you plainly spoke as you were so focused on his moves.

The man thought you were not satisfied enough because of your leisure tone, so he became robust on fucking your hand from below. His eyes narrowed as he bit his lip because the fast brushing of the skin of his shaft in your hands was tickling him that it's triggering his balls to push out all the cream he's been saving. It's painful for him to hold back like this and it's the kind of pain that's keeps him in seduction.

"Hah!" He threw his head back making his sweaty chin, sharp jawline, and the tip of his big nose the only things that are seen of his face from your lower ground view. You took the chance to replace your hand one by one with your mouth by going down as you remove one hand. You wanna surprise him but you eventually coughed when the tip jabbed on your uvula which caused him to raise his head back to see what just happened.

"Sorry, didn't wanna distract you—cough," your words got caught in your throat.

"You could've just told me you want me to mouth fuck you." Sangyeon stood up from his seat and bent his knees so that his pelvis was at the level of your face causing him to be in a kind of squatting position. You didn't have to be told as you open your mouth with allowance for his size. By the time you felt his tip going past your lips, you shut the excess space your mouth made—which is not that quite much—causing your lips to comfortably wrap around his tip.

"Just tap my thigh if you want me to go deeper, okay?"

You could only nod your yes in response now. Recalling how you coughed to his rhythm, the elder initiated his thrusts by slowly grooving the underside of his shaft on your tongue.

Seeing him through your eyelashes as your head was thrown back a bit for his convenience, you are met with a drenched Sangyeon watching his manhood reappear and disappear in your mouth. Meanwhile, your hands traveled up past his hips and up to his stomach where your palms traveled across his bumpy six-pack. They were so hard that it doesn't feel like you're touching muscles but rather steel.

From your lips directly shaped by the circumference of his shaft, you let your jaw drop a bit before tapping the front of his thigh three times. You didn't know that what he meant by deeper was past your uvula but to your surprise, your body already registered the sudden gag you had earlier and told your brain that you're all fine.

"Shit! Your mouth is so tight down here," he spoke on behalf of his tip that has already reached the back of your throat. "Is this okay?" he assures.

You hummed as you nod making his cock twitch in your throat due to the vibration the wet flesh inside your mouth produced. One of his hands left the back of your head to go up his chest and cup one of his pecs. You can see how he kneaded and squished the muscle and gave his hipple a pinch. Your hand is still there roaming and worshipping his rock hard abs. Now that he's deep in you, you close your lips around his shaft again and hollow your cheeks to give him a tighter feeling around his member. You don't have any idea what's stopping him from picking up his pace in your mouth so you basically reach for his ass cheeks to pull him in. He read that and now, he was already making lewd noises out of his cock and your mouth. You're just getting obsessed by the hefty feeling of his size that has gone directly all over your jaw and how his tip was blocking and unblocking your airway with every thrust he takes. You played along by randomly humming throughout his pace.

"Hoo! Damn!" Sangyeon twitched in your mouth and it felt like he just redirected your whole jawline. "I'm so close, munchkin. Where do you want me?"

You let go of his dick with a cartoon-ish sound of popping bubbles. From base to tip, he's coated in a glossy thick layer of your own drool. He used it for his own convenience to begin jerking off above your head.

"In my mouth, please."

Sangyeon never heard words so loud and clear causing him to stroke himself faster as his breath was shaking to the rhythm. "Oh, baby. You should be honored. I've never came in someone's mouth before." He used his own facts to rile himself up which riled you up too. It's actually true but you don't wanna dig more up from there. You just want everything now to be between you and him. "Holy shit! Lips around the tip now, munchkin."

You leaned forward to take him just as he wanted. The way his cock inserted into your open mouth like a charging plug was a smooth fit. While he went full speed in pumping himself from shaft-end to shaft-end, you couldn't help but think that he's such a pornographic spectacle to do it in front of you. In fact, he really looks like he would do something like that.

"Gonna fill your mouth good, baby girl—fuuuckkk!" Ropes of his white, creamy, and viscous baby batter gushes out from his slit and onto every corner inside your mouth. "Ugh! Take it all for me, sweetheart." As soon as it started to pool on your tongue, the mild sweet taste was accepted by your taste buds as a delicious treat. You can even smell his cum perfectly in your mouth. He's releasing a lot to the point that he can feel how his tip is getting a dip on his own cum that has already pooled inside your mouth. You tried your best to not swallow because you love the feeling of how thick and gooey he is inside you. You're even thinking of gargling it. By the time he pulled himself out, there was a bit of cum that got caught on his tip, so he came back to smear it on your shut lips like a lipstick. He leaned and told you to open up and there he sees the white sticky substance dwelling inside you in thick globs and stretchy webs; it looks like edible lotion. Your throat feels slippery than usual due to those that made it down your throat. "What are you gonna do with that now?" he questions. The man has seen porn about these things but seeing this personally was silently driving him insane.

"Kiss me." It's like you just filled your mouth with marshmallows.

"What?" He still managed to understand you. He couldn't just believe what you just said.

"Come on. Let's just say you're doing it to seal your cum in my mouth." You can see the confusion drawn all over his face with his clashing eyebrows. "You're not gonna put your tongue in me. Just your lips on mine."

He chuckles. "Such a naughty girl."

His thick fingers snuck behind your ears with his thumb pressed on your cheekbone. By the time he laid his pouted lips on yours, he's trying not to push his lips because that's the kiss he's used to. The fact you managed to get through with your stuffed-mouth speaking voice was kind of challenging because you're trying to not let even just a drop to splatter out past your lips.

As soon as he broke the kiss, you kept your mouth shut and made sure you exaggerated your gulp enough for him to hear. The feeling of his cum sliding down your throat in globs is something you would be addicted to. You even tongued the corners of your teeth and licked your lips just to make sure there's little to no cum left to see from there.

"I love that." He strokes your head a couple of times.

"If I show you more, would you let me?" You bite your lower lip in hopes for him to say something positive. He just had his orgasm and you hope he doesn't forget about yours.

He looks down at your body just to notice that he's the only one naked in the room. "You're still clothed, by the way," he reminds.

"Oh." You just realized that. "Yeah, right."

"Did you not touch yourself all this time?"

"I did. I just... wanted to focus on you."

"Well, baby girl, you know I appreciate that." He hooked his hands under your pits to help you to get on your feet. "Let me focus on you this time."

To be continued...

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Mirrors - Choi Chanhee

Summary: You just want your boyfriend to know how pretty he looks when you make him feel good...

CW: 18+, MDNI, pwp, handjob, pet names, soft dom reader, sub Chanhee, tall & chubby reader, mentions of orgasm denial, reader is called mistress, cum licking, (song reference at the end), smut under the cut, enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not believe the members of The Boyz would act in this way in real life, nor is this meant to be a representation of their real life actions. This is a fictional depiction for entertainment purposes.

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"Keep your eyes open for me baby. You can do that for me, can't you?” You cooed sweetly at your boyfriend, Chanhee, as your hand moved along the length of his dick. He sat between your legs on the edge of your shared bed, back pressed against your chest. You were making him face the mirror, focusing on you.

“Look at yourself baby. Aren't you just the prettiest boy in the world? My pretty boy.” Chanhee gripped your thighs, squeezing them hard enough to leave a bruise as he tried to obey your commands. “Yes mistress, I'm y-your pretty boy.” He forced himself to look at your face in the mirror, feeling dangerously close to giving in to the pleasure and throwing his head back.

But he knew if he did, you wouldn't hesitate to stop, and start the process all over again. You'd already denied his orgasm twice, and he was desperate for you to keep going. “You should really see what you look like when you cum. It's such a shame you haven't been able to. You do wanna cum, don't you baby?”

You gripped him harder, suddenly speeding up the motion of your hand. You smirked as his hold on your thighs got tighter, as he fought to keep his view on the mirror. “Fuck, yes mistress, wanna cum so bad. Please let me cum. F-feels so good, please.” He whined, thrusting his hips forward, his hips matching your movements the best they could.

“Does it feel good? Then be good for me, pretty boy. Look at yourself while I make you feel good. Look while I make you cum.” Your words send him over the edge, and his orgasm hits him in waves. His cum spills over your fingers, and you slowly work your hand over him to help him ride it out. You take a moment to admire his expression: jaw slack, and eyes blown wide as he watches himself release.

When he comes down, you kiss his cheek. His head rests on your shoulder, and he watches as you raise your hand to your lips, licking the cum off your fingers. “Always so sweet baby. Like honey.” Chanhee blushed, murmuring into your neck. “Speak up baby. Don't be shy now.”

“I said you were right.” You raised an eyebrow. “About what?” Raising his head to look you in the eye, Chanhee smiled. “I do look pretty when I cum.”

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Tagging: @frenchkisstheabyss, @grandlightcandy, @wisejudgedragonhairdo,

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jinisnuggets · 2 months

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ᴾᵃⁱʳⁱⁿᵍˢ: ᴶᵘʸᵉᵒⁿ ˣ ᵍⁿ/ʳᵉᵃᵈᵉʳ

ᴳᵉⁿʳᵉ: ᴬⁿᵍˢᵗ, ˢᵐᵘᵗ?

ᵂᵒʳᵈ ᶜᵒᵘⁿᵗ: ¹.⁵ᵏ

ᵂᵃʳⁿⁱⁿᵍˢ: ˢᵘᵍᵍᵉˢᵗⁱᵛᵉ, ˢʷᵉᵃʳⁱⁿᵍ, ᵈᵒʷⁿ ᶠᵃˡˡⁱⁿᵍ ʳᵉˡᵃᵗⁱᵒⁿˢʰⁱᵖ, ˡᵃᶜᵏ ᵒᶠ ᵃᵗᵗᵉⁿᵗⁱᵒⁿ

ˢʸⁿᵒᵖˢⁱˢ: ʸᵒᵘʳ ᵇᵒʸᶠʳⁱᵉⁿᵈ ʷʰᵒ ᵗᵒᵒᵏ ʰⁱˢ ᵐᵉᵈⁱᶜᵃˡ ᵐᵃʲᵒʳ ᵛᵉʳʸ ˢᵉʳⁱᵒᵘˢˡʸ, ʷᵃˢ ᵇᵃʳᵉˡʸ ᵏᵉᵉᵖⁱⁿᵍ ᵘᵖ ʷⁱᵗʰ ʳᵉᵍᵘˡᵃʳ ᵗʰⁱⁿᵍˢ ᵃᵇᵒᵘᵗ ʸᵒᵘʳ ˡⁱᶠᵉ, ⁱᵗ ᵇᵒᵗʰᵉʳᵉᵈ ʸᵒᵘ ᵇᵘᵗ ʸᵒᵘ ᵏⁿᵉʷ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ⁱⁿ ʸᵒᵘʳ ᵐⁱⁿᵈ, ᵏᵃʳᵐᵃ ⁱˢ ʳᵉᵃˡ...

ᵇᵃⁿⁿᵉʳ: @cafekitsune

Your boyfriend, who was majoring in becoming a doctor… really couldn't take a break from his studies.

Although you were younger than him, you had already graduated completely and we're moving on to the next chapter of your life.

Yes maybe you were still listening to music on your headphones as you logged into Minecraft to play with some of your SO’s friends (which was honestly one of your favorite things to do), you still couldn't help but still feel like you really did take huge step forward now that the next part was finding a job to maintain yourself and move out of your dorm, having the freedom to create your own rules.

However he was just…

“I'm bothering you?” You heard your boyfriend say still looking at his assignments.

“I don't want you to take it badly- it isn't that you're bothering me but I feel like we can never hang out or go on dates anymore.”

“I know I'm sorry babe- I'm really trying my best, I promise once this is over I'll have more time for you.”

“Take your time! But just try to make a bit more time for our relationship, like lets get a us night where we can watch a movie or a drama... I don't know but let's do something.”

A slow smile formed on his face as he turned around to look at you, nodding softly with some of the most innocent eyes.

“I'll see what I can do.”

Leaving the room, you brought yourself to the couch which sat peacefully in the living room, slowly laying down and taking your phone out of your pocket.

The more you thought about it the more you realized you really were truly lucky to have someone like Juyeon next to you. For as far as you could remember Juyeon always had that reputation as a guy who was hard to date, not even because he played hard to get, but because he just naturally wasn't interested in having a relationship.

A man who was so focused on his studies and truly rarely felt affection towards anyone, it really did make a perfect combination. Truthfully you enjoyed all those qualities of the man who you often saw in your dreams, good human being, handsome, studious, and open to trying new things. He was someone who could easily be trusted even by those who had trust issues, like yourself.

The furthest memories of your crush on him went all the way back to middle school, when you were 13 and he was 14. You were never the type who just glanced at someone and declared them your hallway crush just so you could find a brand new one 2 days later… when you had a crush it was damn serious, and anyone who knew you would say the same thing.

Juyeon was one of those guys who had pulled you into their game of catch, and you weren't complaining because at the end of the day… it was you who won, which had a guaranteed winning percentage of 0% at the time, now that you were in your 20's you often laugh at your younger self.

You couldn't remember when things began going downhill in your relationship with Juyeon, all you knew is that it was during college, both of you played a part in that and no one could deny it. Although it upsetted you, you could never bring it up due to his busy schedule, so today that he stayed in the dorm in order to complete his work, you took the opportunity to talk with him about it, which didn't go as expected but at least it was said.

But you just had a gut feeling that nothing would change… and for some reason it just really bothered you.

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You found yourself standing in front of his door, late but still early, you had to be quick because it was a school night, and you completely knew that after the first move was played there was no going back.. it was worth thinking if what you were doing was okay, but you just wanted to tell your lover that you really needed his attention and would do anything for it.

Bringing your eyes to the fixed person in front of you, you brought yourself to ask “Do you want anything?” as you held a glass of water above your appeared to be empty hand, taking a sip before placing it on his side table that was full of his folders and books.

To your surprise… well you didn't know if you could say that when you fully expected it- Juyeon was sitting on his bed, laptop on lap with notebook on his side.

“That's kind but no thank you, I am okay for right now. If you want you can come join me for some time”

You smiled and nodded as you realized your boyfriend hadn't forgotten and took into consideration what you had said earlier.

Maybe there wasn't a need to go so far..?

Juyeon focused on his laptop as you leaned on his shoulder, resting your arm on his waist and looking at the screen in front of you, you really were lucky to find such a green flag- however, the fact he prioritized his studies so much was bothering you… a lot more than you thought it would and part of you felt guilty for that… especially because he was so passionate about becoming a doctor and you limited that experience for him. You really couldn't help feel this way, but you always found a way to reason with yourself.

Before you realized, your body had acted for you and you had unconsciously closed Juyeon’s laptop and threw it to the side.

Glancing at your boyfriend who started at you with a confused stare, mouth opening as if he was about to make a comment on your behavior, you interrupted him before he could speak, “Don't you think that's enough work for today..? Babe..?”

Juyeon chuckled awkwardly before responding “Y/n- I can't rest until I finish my assignment.”

You rolled your eyes at your boyfriend's response, slowly turning back to look at him with a bored and somewhat offended glare.

“Seriously Juyeon, what's up with you? You have a total of 4 years to complete and earn your degree! There's many people who have managed to complete it without an issue and no need to overwork themselves so much. Why can't you be like them?”

Juyeon slowly lifted his head to look at you as he noticed your angry tone.

“Look I'm sorry, I get why you're mad- I haven't been prioritizing you and I sincerely apologize for that. I promise I'll do better.” You heard him respond, although he had a bit of annoyance scattered around his voice, he truly was sincere and truthful.

That wasn't enough for you however.

“If you're gonna tell me that then start to prove it.”

You didn't intend your voice to sound so aggressive, but you definitely did put yourself on top of him with your tone.

“I promise I will- just give me time. Tomorrow I'll invite you out for dinner and I'll take you shopping.”

“Juyeon- I don't want any of that.”

Voice low and monotone, waiting for your boyfriend's response, who was lost looking into your deep colored eyes.

“Then what do you want me to do?”

Smiling, you slowly brought yourself closer to him, kissing him slowly, making sure to deliver all of your love through that one, simple, long kiss.

“What was that for-..?” He asked, with a small smile forming on his face as he laid down pulling you on top of him. If there was a better opportunity to carry on with your plan, the best time was to do it now.

“Listen Juyeon, I don't want you to spend your money on me... What I want is you.”

You couldn't hold yourself from topping him who looked so innocent at the moment. You sat him down on the bed and started kissing him, you knew he loved when you were the first to initiate a romantic moment, which caused you to slide your hands down his chest and into his waist which was proportionate to the rest of his body. Slowly traveling your hand to his stomach and massaging his abs, bringing your hand under his shirt.

“Shit- you're really doing something to me…” he said, with an out of breath voice as he groaned ever so slightly, slowly the feeling of his hardened bulge became more obvious.

You brought yourself down, wrapping your mouth around him and his pants, you could hear his moans becoming louder and his covered dick twitching.

“Fuck- I'm close…”

And those were the words you were waiting to hear, because at the sound of them you lifted yourself from his bed and walked down to the door as he stared you down with a visibly confused look on his face

“You're just gonna leave me like that?”

Responding, you muttered “It’s called karma.” as you opened the door, waving goodbye and goodnight to your panicked boyfriend.

On the way back to your room you just really couldn't help but laugh, how funny it was to see him get a taste of his own medicine.

Guess Karma really did exist.

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igotkpoops · 1 year

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Aquarium Date or Babysit?

summary: at the last minute, sangyeon's older sister asked him if he could babysit her children while she attended an emergency meeting, unaware that sangyeon had other arrangements; going on a aquarium date with you. nonetheless, he brings them with him, keeping his love ones close to his heart.

the boyz lee sangyeon x fem! reader

genre: fluff warnings: none

“i guess it’s you and us.” sangyeon smiled at your driveway as you walked towards them; opening the car door, you were greeted by sangyeon’s nephews kissing your cheeks.

“aunt y/n, sangyeon hyung said, will go to the aquarium!” the youngest said as he climbed on to y/n to sit on her lap, as the oldest too sat on her lap. as the three giggled.

before sangyeon started the car, he witnessed the three giggles and took a picture of them. delighted by the view, he didn’t realize the time and started the car. y/n put on music as they sang while going to the designated place.

“do you know noona, hyung always talks about how he loves you.” the eldest teased his uncle, as y/n laughed. “oh really?” y/n replied, as they began teasing sangyeon.

“enough with the teasing; we are here already.” sangyeon said as he parked the car; he grabbed the boy's bag’s in the back seat as he helped y/n open her car door. “boys, grab our hands, okay. so you wouldn’t get lost.” y/n told them as they nodded their heads “yes, noona~” they gleefully said.

in the point of view of others, they could be called a loving family. “wahhh, a shark and turtle!” the youngest said as he pointed with his lips and lightly shook y/n’s and his older brother's arms. “okay, okay let’s gooo.” sangyeon told as they went near the glass. as the boys were busy admiring and watching the sea creatures. y/n took a picture of the three and sent it to sangyeon’s older sister.

y/nie♡: sent a photo

unnie♡: ahaha they are so cute!! i miss them already TT

unnie♡: tell them i’ll be home before dinner!

y/nie♡: don’t worry unnie will be having dinner with them!

unnie♡: really? thank youuuu!!

y/n smiled as she reacted to the older last message before closing her phone. someone interlocked their hands with her, she was startled at first but knowing who’s hand could fit into her perfectly she smiled looking at them. “want to go sit somewhere near? they’re too busy watching the sharks.” as she nods her head. sitting near the little boys, a grandmother walked toward them so they couldn’t go far.

“hello dear, i noticed you when entering, and i just wanted to say you remind me about my younger days. i hope you two last long.” the grandmother said as both of them giggled, “thank you halmeoni~” y/n thank her, as they waved at her.

“so when are you going to put a ring on it huh?” y/n teased him as he blushed furiously; there’s no doubt y/n is the straightforward one in their relationship even though their mbti’s are different.

“in the meantime, wear my ring soon; it’ll be a wedding ring.” he said as he put a ring on her finger, “ayyy~ the lee sangyeon flirting.” y/n giving him the wiggly eyebrows, a way for her to hide her flustered state.

sangyeon was about to kiss her on her lip until his nephews walked up to them. “we're hungry.” they pouted, rubbing their tummies.

“it’s almost 6; what do you want to eat for dinner?” sangyeon questioned them as the three of them said in sync, “meat!!” as they laughed, the boys held y/n hands as the three of them were in front of sangyeon.

he smiled at them, patting the small velvet box at the back of his pockets, saying to himself, “next time, i’ll propose soon.” as he started running when he saw the three running towards the car, as laughter erupted around them.

not edited lolol, this idea just came into my mind and i wanted to write hehe. hope you like this imagine! huhu sorry for not updating college and personal problems bee an ass lately.

#the boyz #tbz #lee sangyeon #the boyz lee sangyeon #tbz lee sangyeon #imagine #kpop fluff #fluff #fluff imagines #the boyz fluff #tbz fluff #the boyz sangyeon #sangyeon #tbz sangyeon #x fem!reader #aquarium date or babysit?#the boyz au #the boyz scenarios

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ericshoney · 16 days

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Double Trouble ~ Eric Sohn

Summary : The four times Eric and his girlfriend were called double trouble by the other members

Warnings : The odd swear word and it's long 😅

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The first time you and Eric were called double trouble by the other boyz members was three months after you officially started to date. You and Eric were just chilling in the dorms as the guys were lucky enough to have a whole day free. The two of you were laying on his bed, some movie playing in the background. Your head was resting on his chest as his arm lazily laid by your waist.

"Babe." Eric then called.

"Yeah?" You responded.

"I have an idea." He said, making you look up to see a mischievous smirk on his face.

"Let's hear it." You said.

"I want to prank the Hyungs." He began, before bursting into excitement on how he wants to prank his brothers.

"I'm in! All of them at once or someone in particular?" You questioned, feeling excited about it.

"Juyeon first, he's the easiest." He answered.

You nodded and listened to Eric quickly explain his prank idea. You smiled wide, already loving it and knowing it would work before quickly springing into action.

"I...I don't know what we're going to do Eric."

"I don't know either....Hyungs will kill us."

"Should we ask Juyeon for help?"

Upon hearing his voice, the said male glanced up, confusion on his face as he took in your states.

"Ask me what?" He questioned.

"Don't tell the others okay?" Eric called, sitting on Sunwoo's left as you quickly sat on his right. The older male nodded silently.

"I got Y/n pregnant." He said.

Juyeon fell silent, was he hearing this right? He looked at your face as you bit the inside of your cheek, trying not to laugh. He was so gullible.

"You....got her pregnant?" He questioned slowly, both of you nodded.

"I'm not gonna ask how....cause I know that part....but I mean....are you both ready?"

You and Eric then burst out laughing, confusing the poor boy again. Why were you both giggling at the news?

"I'm not pregnant! It was a simple prank!" You exclaimed as Juyeon's jaw dropped in shock.

The two of you ran off laughing, leaving Juyeon in shock, mumbling how you two are double trouble.

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The second time you both wanted to prank the other members - your target being Sunwoo this time - was around Halloween. The targeted male was easily scared so you knew this wouldn't be hard. You had gone to the store and picked up a scary mask as the guys went to a meeting. As all of them were out of the dorms, it gave you the chance to hide in Sunwoo's room. You chose to hide in his wardrobe amongst his clothes.

Babe we're on our way home! Where are you?

You were quick to reply to Eric's text, telling him your location, to which he replied with a thumbs up and within the next ten minutes, you heard the guys entering the dorms. You fell quiet as you heard the door open, peeking through the gap and saw Sunwoo lay on his bed. You giggled quietly as you received another text from Eric, saying go time.

You shuffled a bit in the wardrobe to make some noise. Sunwoo looked up from his phone quickly, but didn't move. You giggled a bit louder, seeing his eyes widen. He slowly got up and as part of the plan, Eric walked into the room.

"Hey Hyung! Why do you look so scared?" He asked.

"I heard a noise in my wardrobe." Sunwoo said.

You moved around, making the boy jump again. Eric played his part looking scared as well, but blocking the door so Sunwoo couldn't run.

"Open it." He said, pushing his Hyung forward.

Sunwoo took a deep breath just as you jumped out of his wardrobe, making him scream loudly and about to throw a punch.

"Fuck!"

You laughed removing the mask, making him grumble.

"Fuck you, double trouble."

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The third time it happened, you wanted to prank Kevin. It was your idea and after hearing your plan, Eric agreed instantly. Eric took Kevin out for a bit so you could set up the prank.

You went into Kevin's bedroom and carefully taped a water balloon above his door, adding a pin to pop it once he closed his door. A nice simple prank you thought to yourself once your work was done.

When Kevin and Eric returned home, Eric had played the annoying card, making Kevin retreat to his room and slamming his door. You both laughed as you heard his screams and saw the male quickly run downstairs with wet hair and shoulder.

"Double trouble!" He shouted, chasing you both around the dorms.

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The fourth time you and Eric wanted to pull a prank, you both settled on all ten remaining members and as you wanted to prank ten people at once, you wanted to do something simple but effective. So as you were raiding the kitchen and saw an unopened pack of Oreos, you knew you had a classic idea.

"Eric!" You shouted, from your spot in the kitchen, the male soon arriving at your call.

"Yes babe?" He questioned.

"Prank on the guys." You said, holding the pack of Oreos up.

"I'll get the toothpaste." He said, a wicked smirk on his face, his mind already thinking the same as yours.

He quickly ran off again before returning with a new tube of toothpaste. You two worked together scraping some of the cream centre out and placing a bit of toothpaste in the treat. Once you were done, you placed them in a small bowl and went to the living room, both of you eating a normal Oreo cookie.

"What are you both up to?" Sangyeon questioned, upon seeing the bowl.

"Nothing, just saw these in the kitchen and thought it would be nice to share." You said, eating your cookie.

The guys shared a look, before Haknyeon being the first to grab an Oreo, the others soon followed as he went to take a bite, you and Eric sharing a smirk.

As the others ate the Oreo, they soon all got a bite of the toothpaste, mostly spitting them out and shouting.

"You two are sick!" Chanhee exclaimed, grabbing his drink.

"No they are double trouble." Jacob said.

You and Eric both laughed, having fun with your new shared nickname. You loved Eric and loved having someone as playful as you in your life.

#kpop #kpop oneshot #kpop fanfic #the boyz #the boyz fanfic #the boyz oneshot #the boyz eric #eric sohn #eric fluff #fluff #trouble #xreader #fem!reader #eric x reader #eric x fem!reader #romance

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nirvanawrites111 · 2 years

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Juicy Lover (Sub!Juyeon x Femdom Reader) Chapter Two

Story Warning: Femdom Chapter Warning: Cum eating, anal (m receiving), degradation (slut and whore), eating Juyeon's ass like a Golden Corral Buffett, oral (f receiving), pegging, you referring to your strap as a dick, Juyeon calls you daddy Word count: 1472

Part 1 Here

Your phone buzzes on the nightstand and snaps you out of your sleep.

You look over at your phone and peel Chani's arm from around your waist. You grab your phone to swipe it to life, and the name Princess pops up on your phone.

"Hello?" you answer. Your voice is deeper from drinking tequila on a Tuesday night.

"Mistress. Can you open the door? Please?" Juyeon whispers into the phone. You spring out of your bed and slide your feet across the hardwood floor.

Your feet sprint against the cold floor underneath you, and you race to the door.

The last thing you need is a scandal happening, and he has to go on a hiatus because he got caught at your place.

You swing the door open and pull him into your place. You close the door behind him and slam your body against his.

A slow grin appears on his face due to your immediate dominance.

"Touch me, please," Juyeon whimpers underneath you and is still pressed against your wooden door.

You open his trench coat and see he has on a black supreme sports bra and joggers. You can see the matching underwear underneath it.

"So, needy," You whisper against his warm ear, and your hand trails down the middle of his chest. You nibble on his ear, and you tell him. "We have to be quiet."

Juyeon nods in agreeance, and your lips move down to kiss on the center of his neck.

You kiss along, and then you get to the right side of it. You lick across him to tease Juyeon because you know that alone will get him off.

"If you follow directions, then I will give you everything you want," you instruct him.

"Yes, mistress," he whispers against your lips. There's something about Juyeon that drives you crazy.

You never imagined your relationship would turn into something like this, but you have grown to embrace this side of yourself.

A side of yourself that you would have never thought in a million years existed inside of you. But, you embrace your dark feminine energy with a warm welcome.

Your hand interlocks with his, bringing it to your lips to kiss it. You hold onto it and lead him into your playroom. It's already prepared for your intimate sessions because you never know when he will come over.

You grab the key from your pocket and unlock it. You slide your hand along the wall and turn on the light. You grab your control and switch it to the purple setting.

You close the door behind you. It feels so good to have him in your space without any interruptions.

You aren't worried about waking up your bestie because your playroom is soundproof. You lock the door to ensure you can enjoy your night.

You walk over to the couch in the middle of the floor, and Juyeon stands by the door. Your core is throbbing, and you can't wait to experience him.

Tonight, you are in a giving mood. He did show up, and your time was cut off earlier because of your friend date with Chani. So, you feel like Juyeon deserves some much-needed attention.

You remove your baggy t-shirt and toss it behind you. You slip out of your sweatpants. You see Juyeon's eyes widen when he sees your black lace body suit.

"Did you miss me?"

"Always. Mistress. I need to stop being so jealous. Can you blame me?" He asks.

"You do. But, you don't have anything to worry about. Now come here," you instruct.

"Use me then. Fuck me like I'm your whore," Juyeon gets down on his knees and crawls over to you.

His words make your heart flutter, and this is what you love hearing from him.

"I want you to ride me," you say. Juyeon is between your legs.

"May I taste you first?"

You spread your legs in front of him. You don't even care about the back and forth arguing from earlier.

None of it means shit because you get to get off. You love these intimate moments between you two.

Juyeon pushes the back the crotch part of your body suit.

Juyeon gives your pussy little kitten licks each time, making you moan out his nickname.

"Fuck, Juicy. I've missed your tongue," You spread your legs wider and push his head so you can feel it even more.

"You taste so good, Mistress," Juyeon kisses your pussy and causes your body to shudder. You work your pussy against his face.

You feel your juice leak down, and Juyeon doesn't miss a beat. He licks up your essence and licks your slit. He plunges his tongue deep inside of you.

Your hips start to buck, and you grab onto the couch. You look into his eyes. Why does sex with him have to be amazing after arguing?

Are you the drama?

"Fuck, I'm going cum!" You cry out. Your body feels like mush when he latches onto your clit.

"Daddy's little whore," you moan out, and he sticks a finger inside your pussy and sucks off the juice. You explode, and your orgasm ripples through your body. You ride it out and let go.

Juyeon kisses your inner thigh, and you still feel the aftershocks of your climax.

"Fuck," you lean back against the couch. You take a moment to gather yourself and collect yourself.

You close your eyes for a bit, and you open your eyes to see Juyeon standing with lube and your strap. He's now just in his sports bra and underwear.

"Fuck me good, please," Juyeon says.

You grab your tools and put on your strap.

"Lean over the couch," you tell him. He does exactly what you requested. You admire how beautiful his ass looks for you.

"What's our safe word?"

"Levitating," he repeats.

"Good boy," you say.

You pull down his underwear and remove them off him. You spread his cheeks to see that he's waxed for you. You love when he takes the time to take care of himself to please you.

"You waxed for me?" A smile curls on your lips.

"Always... I lo-" Before he could finish, you shove your tongue inside of him. His moan is damn near instant, and you tongue fuck him.

You hold onto his waist and work your tongue into him. You missed giving this type of intimate pleasure.

"Mistress.. please.. feels too... too good," Juyeon whines and grips the arm of the couch while you are behind him. You stroke his dick while you eat him.

"I know it does," you moan into him and your work hand along his length.

He's so hard from feeling your tongue exploring him just the way he likes it.

"I can't wait to watch you come undone on my strap," you moan against his ass. Your tongue comes out of him, and you put lube on your fingers.

You replace your tongue with your fingers, and he grinds himself against your fingers. "Mistress.. you know how to make me feel good. I love you so much."

"You're just saying that."

"I mean it."

You stick another finger inside of him, and now he's ready to take the strap. You lie back on the couch, and you wait for him.

"Get on this dick, hoe," you say. He loves when you degrade him and tease him. It turns him on even more. You add lube on your strap so you can bounce him on it.

Juyeon straddles your lap, and he slowly slides down on your lubricated strap-on.

"Yes, mistress. Fuck," Juyeon works himself slow. You hold onto his hips, and he rides you back and forth.

"Look at you being a whore on my strap. Do your fans know how dirty you are? How much a slut you are for me?" You taunt him.

He strokes his dick while he's taking you inside.

"Fuck.. you make me this way," Juyeon moans out.

"You know I love you too, Juicy," you slip a bit out of your dom role, but you are a gentle dom, so you are going to make sure you affirm him.

You push him back against the couch and stretch his legs back. You take control and start pounding his asshole.

"Mmm.. your ass is so good. You like taking my dick, Slut?"

"Yes, yes.. I do," Juyeon's whining with his legs on your shoulders. You got him folded up like a pretzel in such an intimate way.

He comes hard against his stomach, and you pull out. You go down and lick it off his chest.

"Thank you, mistress. I needed that," Juyeon says.

You rub some against his lip. "Taste yourself, Princess."

Juyeon licks himself off your lips and slips his tongue into your mouth. You two get lost in a kiss.

Part 3 Final

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littleroaes · 3 months

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[ TEASER ] To any lovers left alive ( 恋人たち ‘The Lovers’ ), l.jy

inspired by weathering with you ( 2019 )

FINAL FIC

a love goddess that saves herself by fleeing to earth and meet an ordinary hopeless romantic boy ( with his self claimed younger brother ), together they start a fail-proof service that can make the love of your life fall for you too. though, fate catches up on them.

PAIRING lee juyeon x fem!reader, eric

GENRE, WARNINGS ( no warning for this teaser! ) fluff, angst, smut, fantasy, teaching love!au, greek mythology!au, eros and psyche!au, hanahaki disease!au, crime!au, strangers to friends to ehh lovers, forbidden love, amnesia

REALEASE DATE around march 3-8

ESTIMATED WORD COUNT 30-36 k ( I’m trying to shorten it I promise )

I’m so in love with this fic so I hope someone out there will like it! Here’s a small teaser! the final fic is a bit angstier than usual, though still my realm! Ps don’t try to translate the japanese on the banner, it’s just gibberish to make it look like the movie posters lol

like and reblog are highly encouraged !

UNDERCUT ABOUT 500 WORDS

"WHAT HAPPENS TO ALL THE NAMES PEOPLE WRITE DOWN?"

Y/n faces him as the question spreads into all directions over the river surface, and when it maybe reaches the opposite end, Y/n stops to tilt her head.

“They fall in love…or what do you mean?” She knits her eyebrows.

Juyeon shakes his head and smiles. Watch the scenery behind him where the buildings soar above the open platform and lovers walk hand in hand. Eric sits on a bench, further away, with a stranger probably his own age by the parallel complexion.

“Do they just fall in love forever or…” to attentively consider details of expressions and body language, his own skin brushes against the cold railing.

“No, they don’t” Y/n shakes her head.

“Most will probably fall out of love in a week or so…” The curves of her lips have become amicable, he remarks, when Y/n looks at him.

“Maybe one or two couples go on for some months.”

Juyeon tilts his head, arm over the railing and the weight of his body advances onto it. The flicker between the colors of his eyes reaches for another one, just like it. But at the edge of finding it, she turns her chin down where waves return from the stone, and another wind pulls fabrication before their sight.

“Why?” He asks curiously.

Y/n purses her lips in. Her essence stands on physical space but the fragments of thoughts, collecting her being, solely wanders somewhere else.

“I don’t know why.” The tone is disheartening, “I wish I knew too.”

“You don’t?” he says surprised, “You’re the love God.”

“Yeah,” She smiles, “but I’m not good at being one.”

“Is that’s why you’re here?” He asks gently after silence.

Y/n’s quiet and completely still for a moment before nodding without giving him a glance.

“People are getting heartbroken all the time and aren’t finding love, and I can’t figure out why.” She pauses, “Mother’s angry at me.” Y/n lets her chin fall onto the railing and she leans over the cold metal and watches the sun go behind the horizon.

“I don’t want to live like that, especially since I can’t even do the only thing I was created for.”

Another silent passage in time, she speaks again.

“And your breakup last month was probably also because of me.” She looks at him with a smile but eyes of starshine, on the edge of its own death, “I’m sorry.”

“It’s not your fault.”

“It is.”

“There’s eight billion people, that’s a lot to put on one person.”

She looks at him, still leaning on the railing.

“I mean, one being.” He corrects.

Y/n smiles again in which he too does.

“You know, for humans you’re never perfect at first try.” He looks out over the river, “For all the professionals, more than talent, they train over and over again.” She looks at him and he stutters while scratching his neck.

“What I’m trying to say is,” He squints, “Practice makes perfect, you’ve never experienced human life until now, of course it’s confusing.” He pauses and takes a step closer. The view of him comes higher up.

“If you want, I can help you.” Another wind passes, while the same rose color against the sky transmits over to his cheeks.

“Teach you what human love is like,” When she still isn’t speaking he takes a irregular breath, “I’ve had two girlfriends before, a lot of dates, I’m very experienced so you don’t have to-”

“Okay, I want you to teach me.” Y/n laughs. He closes his mouth once he realizes the diffuse pace of wording. Though, smiles as her clothes strive free with the next breeze. Juyeon’s relieved as Y/n has visibly fallen interested in a shape at the other end. Only in need of his voice to affirm the color, not his red stained warm cheeks.

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sincerelyrki · 2 months

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MINI SKIRT

SYNOPSIS ⮕ You know Jake Sim and you love Prada, it was already a perfect combination. You just happened to always be in the same place as him, at the same time. And that place just happened to be the Prada store. It’s not your fault that your Prada collection expands as your interactions grow. Especially not considering that Jake couldn’t stop himself from fawning over you (and your mini skirts).

PAIRING ⮕ idol!jake x fashionmajor!fem!reader

GENRE + WARNINGS + TROPES ⮕ smau. idol x fan [kinda]. forbidden love. fake relationship. love triangle [brief]. warnings will be added on each chapter.

STATUS ⮕ STARTED! march 15

TAGLIST ⮕ OPEN! send an ask or comment to be added

FEAT ⮕ minseo [woo!ah]. minju [illit]. haemin [8turn]. taesan [boynextdoor]. sunwoo [ the boyz].

A/N ⮕ okay so i’m actually releasing this one before any upcoming ones + this has been in the drafts since january 😍 i’ll be updating this smau along with pika pika.

UPDATED A/N [03/27/24] ⮕ before reading / asking to be added to any taglist please read this : 18+?

PROFILES

| bunnies

| prada lovers (by force)

| homies

| fan accs

CHAPTERS

| one : no homo but i’d smash

| two : prenup <3

| three : forgot you homie hopped 😭

| four : em sowwy

| five : don’t speak beabadoobee to me

| six : jake sim? the hot australian?

| seven : #wehatesunwoo

| eight : sorry greg

| nine : (jake)

| ten : prada withdrawls

| eleven : oh fuck

| twelve : bunya

| thirteen : jakey jakey eggs and bacey

| fourteen : MAN FUCK SONG KANG!

| fifteen : bunch of make belief

| sixteen : don’t yuck my yum

| seventeen : and a pea car was cheaper?

| eighteen : my little werewolf🥺

| nineteen : FUCKING PEA GIRL?

| twenty : #streamsforever

| twenty one : MROWWWWWW😻🐱🐈‍⬛

tba

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blossominghunnie · 7 months

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𝐇𝐚𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞

Day 1

Pairing: Kim Sunwoo x fem!oc

Genre: Horror, angst, established relationship

Summary: An interesting and horrific haunted house experience.

Warning: Blood, injuries, cussing, mention of spiders

Notes: Day 1! I decided that I’ll use an oc instead of reader. 🤠

“Come on, Sun! It will be fun.” Chae pouted looking at her boyfriend.

“Yeah, because it is fun to get scared by strangers.” He sarcastically said.

“Oh, don’t be like that! And I bet it isn’t that scary.”

“I don’t believe that. I know this is one of the scariest haunted houses in the country.”

“And how do you know that?” The girl questioned.

“Because you told me a few days ago.”

“Dammit.” She cussed and crossed her arms. “Pleaseee baby, it’s not like something is going to happen to us. Eric came last year with Eun and they were fine.”

“Let me think about it… no.”

“Sunwooo.” She whined. “I’ll buy dinner.”

“Keep talking.”

Chae sighted. “And we can go on that ride you wanted to go, even if I’m afraid of heights.”

“You’re the best, baby!” He gave her a kiss on the cheek.

“Hmm.” She rolled her eyes playfully. “I hate you.”

“We both know that’s not true.” He hugged her and gave her a peck in the lips.

“Come on, babe.” She took his hand and their journey through the house began.

They entered alone since their group of friends were already ahead of them.

The house had a couple of rooms, it wasn’t that big but you could get easily lost.

They walked through the first room, it was dark, the only thing illuminating was a lamp on the corner.

Chae looked around trying to see if there was anything that could potentially scare them or just Sunwoo, everyone knew he was a scaredy cat.

As they were reaching the other door across the room, she began feeling cold.

“Are you cold, too?” She asked her boyfriend.

“Yeah, but it’s weird. All the windows are closed.”

After a moment, they looked at each other.

“You know that means there is a spirit around, right?” The brown haired nodded. “Come on, Sun. Let’s go to another room.”

“C-Chae?”

“Yeah?”

“There is something there.” He pointed to another corner. “It’s watching us.”

“Oh my god.” The girl walked faster, practically dragging Sunwoo. Opening and closing the door quickly once they were near it and took a deep breath.

“Let’s keep going, we have four rooms left.” The boy didn’t say anything and just clung to her right arm.

They reached the door down the hall and entered.

It was peach black as well, but there were two lanterns shining brightly on the floor. They grabbed them and continued.

Everything was okay until Chae felt something fell on her hair. Scared, she stopped walking and reached for it. It looked like spider webs, which made her scream, she hated spiders.

“What happened, love? What’s that?” Sunwoo asked preoccupied.

“I-it’s a spider web. But it looks abnormally big.” Her face turned white as a sheet. “Please tell me there isn’t a huge spider above us.”

The boy pointed at the ceiling and quickly lowered the light.

“There definitely isn’t a huge spider above us.”

“Sunwooo, you need to lie better.” She whined.

“I’m sorry, babe. But I’m nervous.”

“I know. But anyway, how are we going to escape without us being its next victim?”

“Let’s duck there and wait until it moves further.”

They quietly squatted and crawled towards the coach that was in the middle of the room.

They could hear like a tapping sound near them. When it was far enough they ran as fast as they could but Sunwoo got trapped in the sticky substance.

“Chae! Chae! Chae! Help me.” He shouted in despair.

“Oh my god! Give me a second, Sun!”

She turned around and jumped the webs that were laying on the floor until she was next to him.

“Let’s get out of here first.”

Since he was covered from head to toe, she grabbed his arm and pulled him, guiding him to the exit.

“Holy shit, that was horrible.” She spoke as soon as they were out.

“Tell me about it.”

The boy wiped his eyes and face with his hands and pouted.

“This is never coming off.”

“I don’t think so.” His girlfriend giggled. “Come on, two more and we’re done.”

“Can’t we just look for a way out?” Sunwoo asked pleadingly. “They keep getting worse and worse.”

“Okay, let’s do that and if we can’t find it we’ll have to keep entering the rooms.”

“Nooo, I don’t want to.”

“I know you don’t want either but if it’s the only way out we won’t have a choice.”

The boy just sighted. “Fine.”

They walked for a while, looking for the Exit sign that this houses normally have.

Not finding it, they looked through some doors, quickly closing them when they saw something creepy.

“This is taking foreveeer.” Sunoco whined.

“I know. Oh! Look!” Just a few feet away was a big door that had spray painted the word “Exit”.

“This seems suspicious but at this point, I don’t care.” Chae had a point but the pair was exhausted and just wanted to leave the place.

“Let’s just be careful and quick.” She nodded.

They entered the room that had led red lights all over the edge of the ceiling. They strutted towards the other door that was a little far away. They could see that it was the real exit since it had a glass window that looked to the fair.

Sighting in relief, they continued but halfway through they heard a sinister giggle.

“What’s that?” The brown haired asked in a hushed tone.

“I don’t know, but I don’t want to find out.”

Turns out, it was a person wearing a mask and holding a bat.

They charged at the pair, making them scream in fear.

“Hurry up, hurry up!”

Chae saw the bat almost hitting her right arm, and leaped to the left. Since she wasn’t looking where she jumped, she landed hard on her left foot, making her wince in pain.

“Come on, babe!”

“Ow! I can’t walk!” She cried. “My ankle hurts.” She had tears on her eyes.

Sunwoo stopped running and carried her on his arms.

And after what it felt like hours, they were able to leave the house, without dying.

“We’re not going to enter another haunted house, ever.”

“Agreed.”

“Now, let’s take you to the hospital and then order take out, okay?”

The girl nodded, hugging her boyfriend by the neck. “Thank you, Sun.”

“Anytime, love.”

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houseofhugo · 23 days

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ONE AFTER ANOTHER: PART TWO

[ SYNOPSIS ] he returns the favor and it gets you asking for deeper intimacy.

[ PAIRING ] lee sangyeon x f!reader

[ CONTENTS AND WARNINGS ] 18+ read (smut), mdni (minors, please do not interact), cunnilingus, fingering, pet names, p in v sex, protected sex (reader is on a pill), creampie, multiple orgasms (both!receiveing), eavesdropping

[ AUTHOR'S NOTE ] here's the second part. hope you enjoy! love, hugo.

"Oh! Fuck! Ngh!" Words escape your mouth in whimpers as you are laid on your back at the edge of the bed with your lower half over the edge resting on your stepdad's shoulders as he is knelt on the floor between your slim legs eating you out like a hungry man. In fact, after all the things you had done together in this room of yours, his lunch isn't relevant in his stomach now which is why he's turning you into his snack this time. His tongue was so naughty and active inside of you that you're uncontrollably trying to fight against his outward force between your legs just so you can shut them off but you know that won't happen because at the same time, you never wanted him to stop in the first place.

Sangyeon ascended from your hot cunt and gave it three times of lewd slaps with his four long fingers before diving back in to press his whole mouth right at your wet folds and stick his tongue back into you where he playfully wiggles his licker to give your core a tremble. He even did a couple of slurping on your cunt and that's how you described music as delicious for the first time. You knew he was enjoying himself when you felt hard teeth on your clit and you don't even know if you would register it as a scrunching pain or an arousal gain. Either way, you would run your fingers through his strands and grip his hair just to have something to let your tension out upon just like what you are doing right now. All he can do is groan at the forced stretch of his scalp as he kept working on your open wet flesh.

You thought chewing on your lower lip would help you endure his energy, but with his facing up, he puts his index finger out as it slowly makes its way past your glossy lips. You could only yelp and clench around him from how intoxicating it already feels to have one thick finger of a man in you; and with that said, his finger curved upwards giving your sensitive spot a playful poke before proceeding to massage it as if it will soothe you up when it actually caused the bedsheet to be picked up by your toes curling red and hard. Meanwhile, on the outside, his thumb is back at your clit turning it into his cute mini joystick.

You felt his free hand sneak up to your belly where he caresses the delicate soft skin going up and down as you breathe. "You okay there, munchkin?" he assures.

"Hmm! Yes," you inhaled your words before being followed by a shaky exhale.

You didn't get any words in return. Instead, as he rocks that one finger in you, his tongue comes into the scene swording at your clit causing you to squirm on the bed as most of your back left the mattress in an arc. Seeing you like that, he decided to pick up his pace all at once and, voila! Now, you're already a whimpering mess. He keeps on tonguing your clit to put you into unconsciousness about his finger slowly pulling out of your tightness. You just knew he did as soon as the scissoring came in as he slips inside with his middle and index finger side by side. You wanted to welcome him in and don't wanna fight his fingers opening you up but your drive keeps rippling through your walls making your body disintegrate with your soul. It's making you so lost now that you feel like everything was in blur.

"Oh, daddy!"

But the language that wasn't usually yours to speak managed to integrate with your brain chemistry.

"Called me what, sweetie?" He pretended to not hear it. "Mmh. Wanna hear it."

All you replied back were whimpers and groans as you grip the sheets next to your waist. You were getting so loud, he thought he couldn't make a word out of you.

"D-Daddy—Uh!" You were so unconscious when you repeated that.

"Yes, baby girl. I'm your daddy now. Bet you like your daddy eating your delicious cunt. Hmm!" Diving back in, he sucked on your clit just like a candy as he rocks his fingers back and forth in your squelching cavern.

"Yes, daddy! I love it! Fuck!" Your fingers came back gripping on his already messy hair. You attempted to grind up to his face but you couldn't get to full power since all of your lower half doesn't have any support below except for your knees that are hooked on his shoulders. Sangyeon can feel the intentional pressure on his shoulders; he doesn't have to be given words to read that.

"AAAHH! Yes! Yes! YES!"

The elder just added another finger inside of you and began pushing further into your fleshy pussy as he has his teeth mildly biting your clit. His fingers going in and out of you got so intense that you couldn't keep your own body from pushing yourself up the bed. You were nudging extensively that Sangyeon had to pop his finger out of you and replace it with his mouth to keep the stimulation coming to you and make his hands vacant to pull you by the legs to keep the distance of your pussy close to his mouth.

"OH! MY! GOSH!"

Your out cry just fueled him to keep going as the fourth finger has finally joined the fun. His face rose between your legs making his tongue detach from your clit for a moment and being replaced by his thumb. Now, he has his full hand skillfully tasking your cunt.

"How is my munchkin feeling right now?"

"I think I'm gonna cum," you rapped through your words.

Sangyeon didn't hesitate to make the lewd sounds between your legs louder by wiggling his whole hand in all directions.

FLIP!

FLOP!

SLURP!

SLOSH!

SLURP!

SLOSH!

SLURP!

"OOOH, GOSH! DADDYYYY!"

"Go on, kitty. Let it all out for me."

All of a sudden, you couldn't differentiate an orgasm from getting a spell cast on you. It's as if magic begins on your feet curling up as it crawls up to your legs and strikes your cunt right away causing a splash of your sweetness right on the elder's face. He didn't hesitate to dunk his head right there to tongue your clit as you keep squirting your sweet juice out full force. You are drenching him up starting from his mouth down to his chin where most of your liquid has dripped from there. It also managed to land on his chest and abs in beads while it served as a little shower on his stiff cock. Your orgasm then ripples up to your breast making you pinch and pull on them right away to further stimulate yourself. With your head as the finish line, your orgasm finally ended up there targeting the chemicals of your brain into a messy mix up which caused you to completely lose your shit in just a split-second. Your pupils weren't safe as well as they enlarged and went up north to the back of your head as you think of the man that is pleasuring you between your thighs. By the end of your orgasm, your pussy seemed like a water hose that got cut off and all your mess mostly ended up on Sangyeon. His sweat and your cum mixing on his body. As soon as he stood up, the sunlight entering the window landed on his glossy back blocking it away from you. At the frame of his sight, you are the center—a twitching spectacle laying on the bed. He didn't know you could be this wonderful in his eyes. He couldn't help but lick his lips to taste the sweetness you have given to him.

It took you a couple minutes before you could even get yourself together, and by the time you couldn't feel anymore heaviness on your eyelids with the blur subsiding, you saw a body at the left corner of your eye. It was Sangyeon laying next to you on his right side with his elbow dug on the mattress and his right temple resting on his fist. He was just staring at you as if he was fixed there like a Greek sculpture.

You let out a sigh of relief. "I thought you left me," you said.

He just smiled.

You rolled to your left so that you're facing him. "Can I...tell you something?"

"Anything." He smiled with anticipation.

"I'm actually on a pill."

What's left in the room was the silence of nature coming from outside. He just locked his eyes at yours with his crunched forehead. You can see how every inch of his face was reforming into a mix of anxiousness and seriousness. It battles in Sangyeon to get to his senses because the sensual things both of you have done to each other made it hard for him to detach some of his critical pieces from you, and the fact that he's having a crisis whether to say yes or no was not sitting with him right.

"That's still not a good idea, sweetie."

"But you know how it works, right?" You managed to hold back in sounding demanding in his ears and just delivered your words in a gentle curious manner.

"You know I can't risk it," he counters.

"You didn't answer my question."

"Sweetheart, wherever you want this conversation to go, I'm not leashing myself in."

You knew this was coming and it's such a foolish thing of you to expect it the very least. Meanwhile, the elder can see on your face how you've disappointed yourself in just a matter of seconds.

"I'm sorry." You laid your palm on the mattress to push yourself up from lying on the bed. You then slid forward so that you were sat at the edge of the bed where you bent down to reach for your clothes that were piled up on the floor before standing up and directing yourself to your personal bathroom. In just a few seconds, you are now standing on the doorstep rug when you hear bare feet steps behind you. You were about to look over your shoulder when two big hands turned your whole body around. The next thing you know, Sangyeon's tongue is already deep in your mouth swording with yours and your tits are squished between your bodies. The devouring of each other's lips have gone deeper that both of your humming are coming together to exchange chilling vibrations across both of your senses alongside exchanging moans for both of you to feed your desires.

As soon as Sangyeon broke the kiss, he didn't wait for his breath to go back to normal. "I know how it works," he lets out his courage through his heaving chest before going back into your mouth to taste you once again. Keeping your faces attached with the glue of passion, he walks you back to your bed where he tosses you in before pushing your thighs wider to stand between them where he hooks his arms under your knees to bring your feet up mid-air. While keeping you in that tempting position he put you in, his right arm leaves your left leg to wrap his hand around the halfway part of his shaft for control because he would take his tip and swipe it raw on your slit a couple of times like a credit as if it was being rejected until he decides to slap it hard on your folds before shoving his only tip inside. He lets it sit there as his arm came back around your leg.

Bringing your head up, you witness his cock disappearing centimeter by centimeter into your wet cavern as the motion brushes your spot painfully slow. At the same time, you can feel the outward pressure on your walls as they attempt to follow his humongous size. You thought your mouth would validate his size until you come back losing your mind again to his cock entering your pussy and it's literally not even half of his size yet that is in you.

"Fuck, munchkin! I didn't know you were this tight." He puffs out warm air through his open mouth. It's like fitting a rope through a needle hole for your stepdad whose veins are already protruding all over his body due to the intensity of your walls around his cock tip.

You couldn't help but mewl as his cock kept sinking into you. However, not because of pain—it is barely even a painful stretch now because his fingers were enough to loosen you up—but because of how his entrance into you feels and seems so erotic than how you had dreamt about him fucking you. You didn't know that him being naked in between your upright legs trying to fit his massive cock into your cute little pussy could get this any better.

It has already come weird to you but you just couldn't help but idealistically look through the eyes of the people who have seen this deliciously hot view because now, you're getting it too. Same handsome face, same yummy body, same thick cock, same sexual aura. There's something sexy about the fact that he knows that he fucked more than one but not the idea that he has given them the similar pornographic view of himself between parted legs.

You bite hard on your lower lip while you play your clit as you watch every inch of his cock disappearing into you. By the time the corona of his tip brushed your cervix, his whole cock twitched around your walls and a firm high-pitched whine scratched its way out of your throat. You can also feel the smoothness of his balls resting on your perineum—the area between your pussy and asshole. You looked up to see that there is still this seemingly an inch of his shaft that didn't get to go in which caused the relevant distance of his and your pubes. You thought he could go further until you noticed an unusual fat lump on the skin below your belly button with a fat curve on the top. You've never seen your flat belly like this before. Meanwhile, Sangyeon tries to push a bit more but his abs are just met with the opposing pressure of your hand.

"No," you let out with an airy tone.

The elder eased you off by caressing your legs. The way he can feel you clenching again as his hands glide on your thighs made him hiss through gritted teeth with pure amusement. Now that you're filled with cock to the cervix, you rested your calves on his shoulders to release the tension you've been applying on your leg muscles. You can feel every inch of your walls emphasize not only his shaft but also the veins that decorate around him. With your body now relatively relaxed, the pressure of the stretch that used to burn turns slowly into a quite effortless accommodation of your cunt over his "kitchen towel tube" size where Sangyeon can feel your walls mold into the shape of his cock. By the time the heavy breathing in the room was replaced by bird songs and muffled whispers of natural air outside, it feels like the mattress began to swallow you in.

"Move... please," you gently asked.

From how wet you have become, his whole cock easily drags across your walls until the only thing that is left inside of you is his tip. Sangyeon looks down and sees his whole shaft instantly glossed up from the juices you have released earlier. The elder didn't waste time and just pushed himself back into you. This time, the sound of squelches came along with the drag of his manhood through your walls. It feels so great to be full again in no time. Falling in love with the feeling, he repeats the motion a couple of times. It just made his shaft progressively glossier and juicer, and the squelches louder and yummier.

"Faster." Your plea was mixed with a whine.

You started to realize his hips are now snapping at your ass which means you have managed to take him all in and it relatively made you satisfied with your walls getting filled and unfilled with lesser intervals. You were uncontrollably elongating your moans in a monotone but with his thrusts, it's making it sound like your voice is repeatedly cracking up.

"More!" Your plea this time came out as an out cry.

Sangyeon might break his back without proper stability, so as he keeps his arms hooked under your knees, he landed on his hands at the sides of your hips causing your legs to be pushed back more. Thanks to the strong muscles and bones under your legs, you are stabilized in your frog-like position.

"Am I now doing good for you, baby? Should I go harder?" he spoke to you with less stress on his voice now that this position made your faces close to each other. You can hear his voice shudder with every thrust he takes into you. He's already fucking you in a great rhythm due to his size effortlessly going in and out of you, but you're curious how he could go harder from this pace.

"Yes, please! Harder!"

He didn't hesitate to put one foot on the mattress to gain more momentum in giving the upgraded pressure between your legs. You couldn't help but yelp from how perfect and precise he was hitting your spot over and over and over again.

"Don't stop! Yes! Don't stop!"

"Don't worry, baby girl. I'm not planning to."

The elder earns the pride to go moderate but press deeper into you. It's like he's punching your guts with his tip but it doesn't even hurt a bit. The skin-slapping became louder as his thrusts became more solid. He's not even at a human pace right now. He's a whole damn fuck machine apart from the features that he can moan, he can sweat, and he can be described as a sex god just from how he looks like one while pounding into your wet cavern which caused your pupils roll back once again. A fuck machine is all metal and artificial mechanism; he's a whole hot muscle, bone, penis, and cum-containing organism who is conscious about your complex fantasies—specifically about him.

"You're so pretty being full of my cock, baby!"

His thrusts keep coming in and your wetness begins to spill out of your cunt. You couldn't help it anymore, so you reached for your clit to play with as you feel yourself approaching at the peak of your second orgasm.

"Shit! You're squeezing me hard, munchkin."

"I'm gonna cum!" you spoke through your whimpering tone.

"Cum for me, sweetie. Daddy's here to fuck you through."

Himself dropping the daddy card that way riled you up. As he really should but the way he constructed that sentence on the spot was so hot that your fingers sped up on your clit. You even pinched it to drag yourself to the edge. "Wanna cum on your cock, daddy!"

"Go on, babydoll. Gloss that cock up so daddy can fuck you more just like how you want me to."

As soon as the elder's abs got struck by your juices, he immediately pulled out and used his cock to catch all your cum by slapping and swiping the back of his dick on your cunt causing your release to be redirected everywhere like a mini explosion making wet patches on your sheets and small puddled on the floor.

"Yeees! Fucking good! So good for me," he exclaimed through his pouted lips. “Look at that. Getting my cock all soaked with that sweet juice."

By the time you were done, he went with one final pull before landing himself back all the way into you in one go. The sudden fullness after cumming was insane especially that you have a long and thick man's cock fucking you. Sangyeon didn't waste the time to start pounding your pussy to trigger your sensitivity to the clouds. It's like getting tickled by a thousand fingers but that didn't stop you from taking the hot man's cock to the brim. You suddenly feel like a champ to fully welcome him in again after that.

"Hah! Ahh! Mmmh!" You threw your head back as the pressure at your pussy started to put you back on the horny track. You've always been horny, it's just that getting horny from your first time taking his dick was horny-horny—double horny.

Sangyeon's immediate fast pace caused this foamy white stuff to begin forming around at the base of his shaft, at the lining of his testicles, and on the sides of your pussy like those ones in the bath but it's thicker. The substance makes the skin-slapping a bit muffled and fluffy in your ears as every time he lands on your ass and pulls out, the foamy substance stretches in strings as it starts to coat most of his shaft. After a few rounds of pounding, he makes sure his arms are under your knees before he slips his hands under your back and brings you up to carry you while his cock is still nestling in your walls. You wrapped your arms around his neck for extra support.

"It's getting hot at this spot, munchkin. We gotta move."

He then walked past the footboard of the bed to take you to the other side of the mattress where the shadow is all casted there. The risk is that the door is nearer at that spot, but who cares? It's locked and no one was told that both of you are here, anyway.

"Can you try fucking me while you're standing?" You took the opportunity to give the request while he was still standing and your back is facing the bed.

"You want that, sweetheart? I can do that for you." He leans back with his knees bent so that you're all rested stable in his hold. You can feel every of his fingers dig into each of the squishy flesh of your ass cheeks. Since you're fully in his arms immobile, he began bringing your ass up before pushing you down. Finding it easy, he started fucking you that way. With every entry and exit of his dick at your cunt under his control, the vulnerability crept into you that it made you hug him like a koala. On the other hand, Sangyeon was feeling himself being your gentleman which is technically kind of ironic by now.

"Ugh! Hmm!" you let it out right at his ear which triggered him to speed his hands up under your ass.

He began peppering kisses on your cheek as he moved you on his stiff length in repeat, but this time, he is meeting you halfway with his thrusts to add up to your pleasure. Meanwhile, the combination of his firm grip on your ass and his cock gliding on your walls is bringing you back on your way for another squirting session. He just has that manly hold over you that makes you feel things.

"Huh! Yeah!" Escalating whines escaped your mouth. Your arms put pressure on his shoulders as you tighten your arms around his neck.

His hands abruptly stopped moving your ass just so he can lean back and continue fucking his manhood into you with only his hip thrusts. At the same time, The tension ripples throughout his body so hard that you can feel his muscles harden under your skin. The sweat that forms between both of you acted as a lubricant which made it harder for Sangyeon to hold you in place due to how slippery your touches have become. He just kept kissing you to distract the tension on his body but he was soon cut off when you lean back to come face to face with him.

"Wanna ride you," you plead between breaths.

The man looks around not sure where to settle himself. "Where do you want me?"

You drew your index finger pointing at the center of the bed. Sangyeon then carefully puts you down on your feet eventually making his cock slowly slip out of you. The sudden emptiness kept you yearning, so you watched him crawl to the center of the mattress and stack two pillows on top of each other before laying his head there. You then followed facing him as you mounted him with your knees on both sides of his waist and your cunt resting right on top of his dramatically glossed up cock head. You took one hand and grabbed his cock from the front to fix his tip right between his fold. Not wasting any time, you lay a palm on his abs as you begin to sheath his cock into you by slowly sinking down until your cervix is kissed once again, and just like that, you didn't wait any longer to lift yourself just so you can feel your walls glide over the veins of his shaft until his tip is the only thing left in your warm cavern. Of course, you love how it went so you began fucking yourself on his cock where he can feel the eagerness throughout your walls. In fact, that was never enough, so you leaned back with one hand resting on one of his thighs behind you as you started massaging your clit giving him a beautiful spectacle of your pussy swallowing his cock as if you never struggled to be pried open for him a while ago. Because of your position, his cock managed to poke up at your tummy once again which gave the skin under your bellybutton prominent bulges that made your usually flat tummy amusingly distorted in his eyes. That's nothing new to him but it never fails to rile him up.

It didn't take long for your consistency with the pace to be broken by hot, heavy, exhausted puffs coming out of your open mouth. You shut your eyes for a second as your head falls forward with your sweat-damped hair.

"Come here now, sweetie. Lay on me," he beckons. "Let me take care of you."

Maintaining your kneeling position, you nudged forward before leaning your whole upper body towards his until you are chest to chest with his laying body. As you rest your chin on one of his shoulders, you feel the warmth of his solid beefy arms cage around you. You didn't get to remove your arms from getting bundled up with your torso in his strong embrace. His legs that used to be laid flat on the sheets are now bent with his knees high up which caused your ass to elevate along which put you technically in an ass up and face down position.

"Just keep your ass up for me."

His whispered command made you fix your knees and solidify your thighs as the only supports you can do for yourself to be ready for hum. By the time you hear the creaking on your bed and you feel the lower part of the bed sink, you knew you were in for a good human piston.

Sangyeon rooted his feet on the mattress and began thrusting up to your delicate cunt. Your mouth is just right next to his ear so he can hear how unstable and shaky your breathing has become in just a matter of seconds. You even groaned which sent shivers of sexual connection throughout his body. Among all the minutes you two spent being explorative with each other today, this is the time when you feel so attached to him with the fact that he is now ramming your pussy with his raw cock—no rubber separating him from you—combined with the sensuality of being physically and directly stuck to him skin to skin in his huge arms where you can feel his body heat on yours with your sweat and his coming together in this heated session.

"Ah—" Your moan got caught in your throat as he began speeding up his upward thrusts. All you can do now is make a fist on the mattress close to his hips since your arms are locked in place on both sides of your torso. "Shit!" you let out as if you are screwed when it's just you getting the best monster cock in tow rearranging your guts right now.

By the time you constricted your walls around him for who knows how many times because of how much he is repeatedly hitting your spot, you didn't expect to get such a word from him.

"Oh, fuck, sweetie! I love you!"

You didn't know his pace right now could be faster and harder. The thick layer of sweat on his golden skin caused a huge wet patch to take over the sheets. It's like he was tasked by the sex demons to pleasure you because if he fails, he will be sent to the underworld and forever be chained to be their plaything. Good thing that he's making you screech and weep as if you don't want it anymore, but of course, you do. Why would you make this yummy fucker stop? He even got one hand running through your strands before locking it there by making a fist, and to you, it was an instant intergalactic orgasm. Your heat turns into a waterfall between your legs as his cock that has now turned into a biological piston keeps on thrusting up to you making your release spray everywhere. It showered his cock, balls, and abs into a glossy mess again. You kept crying with a mix of hysterical laughs as you pushed them all out like you were just peeing on his cock. It's like listening to an orchestra for an intense build up of music. Sangyeon couldn't help but let his orgasm be triggered almost at the brink from how hard and tight you squeezed his whole length deep inside you as if it was the cutest thing for your cunt when it's the biggest beast of manhood you've ever had.

"You've been doing so great for me, baby. Gonna reward you with this hot load, just tell me where you want it." He didn't stop thrusting up to you which made the skin slapping louder due to your release being collected by both of your skins down there.

It took you a couple of breathers before you could even stabilize your speaking voice. "Inside, please!" you dropped the words in a hurry.

"Want daddy to cum inside you? Huh?"

"Yes, please, daddy!" you let out a desperate outcry. "Wanna be full of your load!"

Sangyeon had to flip you over making your turn to lay your back on the damp sheets he caused. With his cock rested deep inside you, the elder grabbed you by the ankles. With the help of his hips, he elevated your ass up in the air causing your front thighs to press on the sides of your tummy and your knees to hover over your breasts. He keeps himself up by his feet with his ass now off the sheets. He fixed his hands on the sides of your head before going back to fuck his cock into you where he took a few combos on your g-spot as if it was just a simple game he plays.

Technically, it is; he's a divorced man, anyway.

"Daddy's so close, sweetie. Gonna fill up this cute little pussy deep with my cum so good just like how you want me to."

"Oh, yes! Give it to me, daddy!"

Feeling himself at the edge, he leans over to connect his sweaty forehead with yours. He snuck one hand behind your head to keep both of you in that intimate position. "Eyes on me. Eyes on me. Daddy's gonna cum in you now." He punched your walls with all the might his cock has gotten. His thrusts were so strong that you were sliding up the bed. "Gonna think of you while I shoot this load inside this super tight cunt, baby girl! Gonna think about all what you did to me today." His hips landed on your ass with a crunchy slap where he began growing inside of you before his load started gushing through his shaft and shooting out his tip in thick and consistent ropes for the second time. "So good for me! So perfect for making stepdaddy cum twice today! You should feel accomplished. Do you feel accomplished for making me put my thick cream in your guts two times in one session, baby girl?"

He brought up his furrowed eyes to yours. You can see how his pupils expand. His hitched through his gritted teeth with warm air brushing your lips. There were hints of growling coming from him but not overdone. You wanna pull him into a deep kiss but the orgasm faces he's creating are so hot that you just gotta stare and inspect at it like a sculpture in a museum; add the fact that he's not stopping with his heavy spurts that kept tickling your walls to the point that his own release is threatening to fill the gaps around his shaft. Knowing that if he pulls out, his release will sink back down since most of your cunt is actually filled of cock but he doesn't want to let go. Despite feeling the summer hot air that fills your bedroom and his arms are now on the mattress on both sides of your head shaking and glazed of his own perspiration, your warmth that coats around his cock along with his holy jizz is still the best thing to him.

"Yes! Yes! Yes!" you exclaimed as you feel the vacancy inside you be occupied with seemingly pints of his white and creamy man milk.

"I knew you are."

With your thumbs laid on both of his cheeks with the remaining fingers resting on the side of his neck, you parted your foreheads and held his face in place hovering above of yours. He is starting to look so exhausted and fucked out all of a sudden with those eyelids threatening to drape his sight and his jaw slightly fallen. "Look me in the eye, daddy."

Feeling the threatening straining of muscles throughout your limbs, you put down your feet to land on the sheets curled and red. "Stay like that," you said to him who is on all fours above you as if he will pull out anytime.

Your feet sunk into the mattress for momentum as your hips elevated from the sheets to grind on his cock from below. Sangyeon, on the other hand, was struck with a sharp sensitivity like active electricity on water which caused him to release the loudest yelp you have ever heard from him. However, he is still above you on all fours trying his best to endure the overstimulation on his cock you are causing right now. He hangs his head low to see how you work your hips on him between both of you. He couldn't help but twitch in the accommodation of your walls with his hips stuttering along.

It didn't take much time until you felt his size going back to softness but, gosh, he didn't even shrink a bit. You stopped grinding your hips to rest your ass back on the bed. The very slow pull out had you ticklish until his tip left your walls empty and loose. Sangyeon leaned back between your legs to see how wide you have become. There are a few drops of his load escaping out and he still had the nerve—despite being overstimulated—to catch them with his tip and use it to push them back in which made you shudder at the sudden in and out of him.

By the time everything cools down for you, the only thing you can hear is your heavy breathing harmonizing with his. Sangyeon was just kneeling between your thighs and you witnessed how his big chest expands and shrinks as beads of sweat glide down his skin.

"We gotta go before she—" Sangyeon was cut off as soon as both of you heard an engine getting close and loud along with the sound of the garage door opening up.

"Fuck," you mumbled.

Both of you immediately jumped out of the bed and rushed to pick up all your respective clothes. You were doing it with one hand because your other is pressed at your cunt to prevent his cum from leaking out of you. Sangyeon got undressed at your door where his clothes were scattered, so it was easy for him to get out, but after he picked his clothes up, he rushed to you.

"Don't go out of your room, okay?" he whispered.

"Wait," you whispered back.

"What?"

You immediately grabbed his underwear that was on the top layer over his forearm. You waved it at his sight. "Can I keep this for tonight? I'm gonna put it in the laundry myself tomorrow. Don't worry."

He just smirked at you before rushing to get in his remaining clothes. "Just don't go out of the room." He immediately ran to the door, shutting it off as soon as he walked out. You then tossed his underwear on your bed and started wearing your own clothes before leaning against the door.

"Honey, there was something loud in front of the car! Can you check it for me?" Through the walls, the call of your mom for him was muffled. "Where did my sexy man go?"

"I'm up here, babe!"

You didn't know if someone went down or up the stairs when you heard the footsteps until the female voice became clearer.

"Oh, I missed you," she let out an exhausted tone.

"That must be a long, tiring one for this beauty," Sangyeon coos.

"Super! I had to be the one to coordinate with the catering and design."

"I know you will do great, babe."

"Thank you," she said. "I wanna take a break, actually."

"Want me to cook for you?"

"Not that break."

You twisted the knob and settled a thin gap between the doorframe and the door to take a peek only for you to catch the door on the other side of the hallway—their shared room—shutting close with both of them nowhere to be seen, but you're not stopping your curious ass there, of course. You crouched through the hallway on your sneaky bare toes to stand next to their door.

"Just do it later."

"Honey, I think we should just check the car first. You might not get to drive that at your gathering if—"

"You sure?"

"Yeah. Besides... we have a lot of days to prepare."

"But—" You heard a thud on the floor. "Oh, shit." His mumble came out sounding like he's screwed.

And then, you just realized...

"No underwear? You must be getting ready for me to get home."

You clamped your lips as you pressed a hand on your mouth.

He is screwed, but it's not that serious. She would think he didn't wear anything underneath on purpose which would ignite her more. He just had his orgasm; his whole body was just fresh from the heated sex and now, he hasn't been rested yet and he's getting one after another.

You began hearing combinations of high-pitched hums and manly groans getting muffled by the walls before a wet slurp pierced through your ear canals.

Your face faded into a shocked expression. You kind of feel bad for him.

"Did you get to talk with her while I'm away? You definitely did get to know her more. You know... it's his first time having a stepdad."

He knew you more than more, actually.

THE END

It's kind of weird that you treated this like a podcast you love but you don't wanna get invested that much because you're now feeling the grumbling of your stomach climbing up to your brain, so you just snuck down the stairs and to the kitchen.

No. Actually, no.

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thesafecafe · 3 months

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Femdom February Masterlist

Thank you to @nirvanawrites111 for hosting this writing event! Y'all know the drill, MDNI, and if you wanna be tagged, have your age in your bio and let me know!!

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Taglist: @frenchkisstheabyss , @wisejudgedragonhairdo , @grandlightcandy ,

#fdfeb2024 #the boyz #the boyz smut #ateez #ateez smut #x black reader #x black fem reader #x black plus size reader #x chubby reader #monsta x smut #nct smut #seventeen smut #oneus smut #shinee smut #x poc reader #kpop x black reader #kpop x poc reader

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haknom · 3 months

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MY PERFECT MATCH? — LEE HEESEUNG

∿ ৎ୭ EVENT SUMMARY 💌 Honestly, you hated Lee Heeseung with all your heart. He was your school’s best swimmer, but was also annoying and pretty dumb. Every year, your school’s student council holds a Valentines event; they put everyone’s name through a test, figuring out their compatibility with each other, and did everything in their power to make the two end up together. So, if this test was best off of compatibility, why were you, your school’s nerdy art obsessor, paired up with someone like Lee Heeseung, the so-called Mr. Popular?

∿ 🏹 THE PERFECT MATCH ⭒ swimmer!heeseung x nerdy-fem!reader (ft. enhypen, changmin from the boyz, sullyoon and lily from nmixx, wonyoung from ive, yeonjun from txt, danielle and hanni from newjeans, seunghan and eunseok from riize, yuqi from g-idle)

∿ TEST QUESTIONS 📑 smau & written, highschool au, nonidol au, one-sided enemies to lovers, sports au, stuco au, classmates to lovers, fake dating au, fluff, crack, and angst.

∿ ୨୧ RESULTS 🏩 swearing, random timestamps, silly threats, more coming soon!

∿ 🗓️ EVENT IS ꕤ ongoing (updates will be whenever!) started feb 10th - ended ???

∿ NOTE 𓈒 𓈒 𓈒 hi…. been watching never have i ever lately and thought of this little fic here!!! thanks to that valentine ep this is now born. also, tysm for 2k pls take this smau as a gift in return !! (ignore how this wasn’t on the poll it was a last minute thing and valentine’s day is soon So).

TAGLIST IS CLOSED!

PROFILES . . . 001 ⪩ 002 ⪩ 003

001. ART AGAIN?

002. u don’t even have an ex???

003. Well… Damn!

004. that won’t do (0.5k words)

005. didn’t knock hard enough 🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️

006. heeyn mission onboard

007. kissing i hope they caught us

008. locked and loaded (0.9k words)

009. okay… now Kiss!

010. let’s kill this love 🩷

011. interesting! (0.9k words)

012. girl wtf

013.

014.

MORE TO COME!

Ξ ©HAKNOM, 2024

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ad0rechuu · 4 months

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۪ ᝰ ۫ MY OH MY ୨୧

based on my oh my by girls' generation

SYNOPSIS. ━━━━━ Yn finds out that her whole relationship has been a bet. To get over her heartache her best friend Sunwoo convinces her to take revenge.

How you might ask? By breaking the culprits heart right back of course!

10jun23 | st. 31/12/23 / fn. ━━━━━ updates every tuesday, thursday & saturday (cet) | HIATUS

pairing. ━━━━━ Best Friend! Kim Sunwoo x Fem! reader (x Choi Yeonjun)

featuring. ━━━━━ the boyz members, kim chaewon, txt members + mentions of other idols

genre. ━━━━━ smau + written: humor/crack / fluff / angst / suggestive / childhood friends to lovers / college au / revenge relationship / relationship based on bet / slight slow burn

warnings. ━━━━━ timestamps/sm numbers/hair colors mean nothing, sexism/slutshaming, crude humor (kys jokes), mentions of food/sex/drugs/alcohol/cheating/mental illness, use of pictures of yn but only for reference, yn is a sone. more thorough warnings in the actual chapters, please let me know if missed something. this story doesn’t describe the idols in real life and is written with a dark skinned poc in mind!

notes. ━━━━━ the taglist is open, send an ask to be added. spam likes are fine but consider reblogging with comments of ur thoughts (not only on my work but on other authors work too! credits to the rightful owners of all the graphics. i’m not a native english speaker! and thank you to @ari-shipping-stuff for being my beta reader / writer <3

( please give this story lots of love & check out my masterlist )

PROFILES. ━━━━━ SONES INCORPORATED ᜊ DA HOMIEZ ᜊ MORE COOL KIDS ᜊ THE PLAYLIST

STEP 1. GET OVER HIM ›

ᝰ CH 000. prologue: THE NEXT BET

ᝰ CH 001. I H8 MEN

ᝰ CH 002. DON’T BREAK UP WITH THAT LOSER

ᝰ CH 003. THE PLAN

ᝰ CH 004. WHAT COULD GO WRONG?

ᝰ CH 005. *INSERT EVIL LAUGHTER*

ᝰ CH 006. ANNOYING BRAT FOR SALE

ᝰ CH 007. DON'T WORRY YOUR PRETTY BIG HEAD

ᝰ CH 008. NOT OVER HIM

ᝰ CH 009. CLASSIC SUNWOO-YN-BFF-DATE

ᝰ CH 010. THE NERVE AND THE AUDACITY

STEP 2. MAKE HIM FALL IN LOVE WITH YOU ›

ᝰ CH 011. STEP UP MY GAME

ᝰ CH 012. SASSY CAT EMOJI

ᝰ CH 013. A NIGHT ON THE TOWN W/ YN & WOO

ᝰ CH 014. GOOD NIGHT

ᝰ CH 015. HOBBIES FOR SUNWOO

ᝰ CH 016. GRAND DISCOVERY (YN HAS AN IDEA)

ᝰ CH 017. JUNS UNAPPROACHABLE AND COLD GF

ᝰ CH 018. HANGING OUT WITH MY BFS FRIENDS

ᝰ CH 019. BE HONEST WITH YOURSELF

ᝰ CH 020. DON’T WORRY ABOUT ME

STEP 3. BREAK HIS HEART ›

ᝰ CH 021. CODE ORANGE

ᝰ CH 022. I FUCKED UP

ᝰ CH 023. HITCH IN THE ROAD

ᝰ CH 024. CONSIDER AND MAKE SURE

ᝰ CH 025. WHAT MAKES THE HEART GROW WHAT?

ᝰ CH 026. BALLOON FLOWERS

ᝰ CH 027. REJECTION + ANEURYSM = WENT WELL

ᝰ CH 028. MAKEUP

ᝰ CH 029. BALLOON FLOWERS VERSUS ROSES

ᝰ CH 030. COMING SOON

ᝰ CH 00I. epilogue: COMING SOON

ᝰ CH 0II. epilogue: COMING SOON

ᝰ CH III. ASK THEM ANYTHING EVENT

ᝰ AFTER WORD

special thanks (& follow these awesome ppl). ━━━━━ to @yuyusuyu @kodzumo @tocupid @leo-seonghwa @seonghwaddict @felixsramen : i have to give you six an extra special thanks because you all motivated and supported me so much while i was stressing and being annoying, just so you know guys are my motivation! (the other message is also to you all ofc)

and to @yunstarz @nyukyujs @rieuvie @thelargefrye @i-luvsang @cybrsan @gyumibear @pocketjoong @jaehunnyy @nebulousbrainsoup @justhere4kpop @xpixie @atinycafe @brrrkdslek @phantom-webber @a1sh1teruu @starryunho @aestheticsluut @end0rchans @yourfatherlucifer @alixnsuperstxr @girls4cheol @cheollipop @mintgki @aoi-turtle @renstears @42e15 @alixnsuperstxr @mrowwww @hwaightme @paradiqms @starrysvn @tubatu-wari-wari @kitten4sannie @chokchokk @hee0soo @joong-of-gold @armysantiny @evilsailorsenshi @mundayoonimnida @aapplepii @juhakutie : first of all i don’t expect you to read or interact with this fic, you might not even stan the boyz or like this sorta thing but i tagged you all because of one reason and one reason only; to tell you that you all make tumblr such a lovely and inspirational place for me, whenever i see ur accs it brightens my day because i know what great ppl are behind them, i just wanted to say that i think that you are amazing and i want to use this post to thank you! happy new years and i love you everyone (and you who’s reading this)

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ericshoney · 2 months

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"Do you want to build a snowman?" ~ Ju Haknyeon

It was a snowy day and you were very happy. You loved the snow and watching it fall slowly. It was something you loved from a young age. You were curled up with a blanket, a mug of hot chocolate and a random movie playing as you watched the snow fall gently. It was calming and quiet, until your phone rang. You glanced at the caller ID and saw it was your best friend, basically brother, Haknyeon. You smiled and accepted the call.

"Do you want to build a snowman~" He sang down the phone, making you giggle.

"Yes!" You exclaimed.

"Yay! Want to come over to the dorms? I can come pick you up." He suggested.

"Sure! Sounds good!" You replied happily.

"Cool, see you in ten." He said before hanging up the call.

You smiled and threw the blanket off your body and quickly got changed into some warm and comfy clothes. You slipped on a sweatshirt (that belongs to Hak), some black leggings and a pair of boots. You also put on a thick coat, scarf and gloves, just before you heard honking outside.

You left your home and saw Haknyeon pulled up outside in his car. You went over quickly slipping into the passenger seat of the warm vehicle.

"Let's build a snowman!" He exclaimed.

You smiled as he drove towards the dorms, as it was only ten minutes, you soon arrived and went to the back to see some of the others messing around in the snow. They all greeted you cheerfully before you and Haknyeon started on your snowman.

As you both talked and rolled the snow up to build a large snowman, the other members gathered inside to watch you both through the kitchen window.

"They look so happy." Juyeon mentioned.

"Of course, Hak's got his girly friend." Changmin teased.

"When will he tell her that he likes her?" Jacob questioned.

"Never, he's too worried about breaking the friendship." Kevin answered.

"But she likes him too, so what's the harm?" Sunwoo called.

"He doesn't know she likes him and she doesn't know he likes her, basic drama love story." Eric said.

They just laughed and watched you both. Haknyeon had made the body for the snowman, as you had finished the head. Both of you rolled it over and placed it on top, happy with the figure and just needed to add some stones and twigs for characteristics.

After another ten minutes, your snowman was finished. You both smiled happily at the large figure that sat proudly in the middle of the garden.

"It looks good." You said, as Haknyeon nodded in agreement.

It then started to lightly snow again, flakes hit your nose gently, the cold chill was bitter sweet. You looked up at Haknyeon, who was standing right next to you, smiling down at you.

"What?" You called.

"Your....just really pretty." He mumbled, your cheeks heating up at the complement.

"Your not too bad yourself." Your replied with a giggle, the male smiling at your words.

"Can....Can I kiss you?" He asked quielty.

You felt your heart jumping and nodded quickly. Haknyeon smiled and pulled you in gently, his lips on yours. The kiss was gentle, soft and sweet. It made you all warm and fuzzy inside, perfect on such a cold day.

The other guys watched, cheering quietly, happy for you both to have finally gone for it.

When you pulled away, your cheeks were a rosy red colour and so were Hak's. You both giggled and looked down, your hands intertwined together.

"Want to go inside and get a warm drink?" He asked.

"Yeah." You answered with a nod.

You both headed inside, to the kitchen, the others all looking occupied as if they hadn't just watched you both share your first kiss together. Not until Hyunjae spoke.

"So...you both dating now?" He asked.

"Dude!" Younghoon exclaimed.

"Oh, wasn't I supposed to say something?" He replied, making you all laugh.

You smiled and would have never thought that building a snowman would lead to you kissing your best friend and long time crush, but you were very happy about it.

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rrxnjun · 10 months

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where do broken hearts go? [lmk]

you know what they say about past lovers that can remain just as friends - either they're still in love with each other, or they never were in the first place.

pairing: mark lee x fem! reader

genre: exes to lovers. angst, fluff.

wc: 12k (11.926)

warnings: mention of sex, weed and alcohol, heartbreak, swearing, park jihoon of treasure is one sassy bitch and also accidentally somehow the main character of this fanfic plz dont @ me, inconsistent writing style bc i took 3 months and 3 depressive episodes to finish this fic

playlist: where do broken hearts go - one direction / too good to say goodbye - bruno mars / everytime - ariana grande / closer - waterparks / tornado warnings - sabrina carpenter / survive the night - the boyz

a/n: hey do some of you still remember me..... AHAHA tell a friend to tell a friend rrxnjun is BACK! this fic isn't the ideal vision i had in my mind but we are working on not being so hard on ourselves with our writing so! here we are. i still kind of like it :,)

When you walk up to your best friend’s apartment one day with a tub of ice cream under your arm and the biggest pout on your face, Park Jihoon makes a complete list of things you should do to get over your failed relationship with Mark Lee. And while you think your dear friend has some psychopathic tendencies sometimes, you’d say the list is actually pretty reasonable of him.

There’s something about the five simple steps that makes you wonder if it’s really as easy as Jihoon makes it sound. And while you doubt it– because the pinging pain in your heart makes it seem like the heartbreak is truly going to kill you in a few minutes if you don’t do something about it– you give it a try, because come on… you’d do anything to not feel like this ever again.

Step one – cry it out.

“He was a cunt anyway,” Jihoon mutters as he steps into the living room with two spoons in his hands, throwing one of them to you– while almost managing to hit you in the middle of your forehead in the process, adding a concussion to the mix of problems you have going on right now– and you find yourself furrowing your brows at his hateful comment.

“Why’d you say that?”

“Well, as your best friend, I’m supposed to be on your side, no?” he says as he takes a seat on the sofa next to you, watching as you wrap one of the thick blankets you got for the male around your figure– you bought it mainly for yourself, because his apartment is cold as a freezer and you knew he wouldn’t buy one for you to use in the first place– and shrugs. “Besides, he broke your heart, and any male who does that is a cunt in my eyes.”

“I broke up with him,” you mourn, “so I broke my own heart,” you snicker, despair fully filling you up from the inside– fitting everywhere into your lungs and choking you up from how bad you truly feel. Now, this isn’t your first breakup– you’ve had your fair share of boyfriends in high school (in your baddie era, as Jihoon called it), but Choi Yeonjun from Maths class and Jung Woonyoung, the guy you dated for a total of 2 months over the summer break before he moved away, weren’t exactly boys you found yourself falling in love with. Sure, you liked them, you kissed them and went on dates with them– hell, you even hooked up with Yeonjun once before you realized the relationship truly wasn’t for you– but no one managed to cave into your heart just as much as Mark Lee, your first college boyfriend did.

“But you sure had a reason for it, come on!” Jihoon huffs, taking the tub of ice cream from your hands and opening it for you, since you’ve gotten quite weak from the lack of sleep and nutritions ever since the break up, hands clammy and not cooperating. “You don’t just break up with someone to break your own heart. He did that, that’s why you said goodbye to him,” he says before sitting the enormous tub of ice cream between your two bodies, nudging you to dig into the frozen delicacy.

“Yeah, but–”

“No buts, young lady. We are here to make you forget you ever even dated Mark Lee, so open up, eat the ice cream and focus your attention on Titanic so you can finally cry it out,” he says, and by the tone of his voice, you’d think he’s angry with you. Jihoon has this aura around him that makes you think he’s always at least a little annoyed at everything– but he told you to not mind it and that it’s just his sassy bitch attitude.

He does have a point, though. You broke up with Mark because he broke your heart first– there was no other reason for it. If it was something minor, something small, you were sure you could work on it. You have, numerous of times before, brought up something and had a mature conversation about it– something you always so admired about Mark, being so cautious and understanding when navigating problems in the relationship– but when you bring up the same thing over and over, and it never gets fixed despite him telling you he’ll try harder next time, you think you’re allowed to feel a little heartbroken at his nonexistent efforts. And that’s exactly why you decided to quit the relationship– after a while, you felt like you were putting in more effort than he was, effectively making you feel like he’s not even that interested in dating you in the first place.

First, he just told you he was forgetful. He forgot he promised to pick you up from class one day– and you said that it’s okay, he is busy, after all– and it was the first time it happened, so you didn’t really mind that much, truly. Then, he forgot about the date you scheduled– but it was fine, because you didn’t have reservations anyway, you could change the day to any other day of the week, after all. He kept forgetting the stuff you told him in between the conversations you shared– and it was small things, you understand, but sometimes, you wondered if he was ever really listening to you at all.

Forgetful soon turns not interested in your eyes, and when he doesn’t call you in the evening like he promised he would, when he doesn’t show up to the party you invited him to, because he forgot it was that day, you’re one step closer to calling it quits, because each and every one of these situations sends a sharp pain into your stomach. The last straw was just last week, though– and realistically, it was an important day, as much that you thought the day is somehow gonna fix everything, but the truth is somewhere completely else as Mark Lee forgets about your one year anniversary and never shows up at your doorstep for the dinner you prepared for the two of you like he promised he would.

And it doesn’t click in him two days after either– you don’t even get a text. He got so forgetful over time that he forgot about you completely, and that’s when you took an uber to his place and broke up with him for good.

And even though the breakup was the most painful thing you’ve ever felt yourself go through, Jihoon is right– you’re not the one that broke your own heart. Mark Lee did that for you many times before, and this was just the breaking point.

“Fucking hell, you bought cookies and cream again?” Jihoon huffs when he takes another spoonful of the ice cream into his mouth, eyebrows furrowing at the sweet taste. Looking at him from the corner of your eye, you wipe your left cheek as you hum, immune to his nagging by now.

“You know I hate cookies and cream!”

“You know, Hoon, I bought this for myself. When you’re the one that’s heartbroken, we’ll share your favorite ice cream flavor instead,” you mumble, munching on the coldness on your tongue, sniffling a little when your eyes avert to the TV screen.

And after that, the teasing from your best friend’s side stops. Maybe it’s just because he hates to see you cry– and he rarely gets the chance, if you’re being honest, since you’re pretty good at handling your emotions– but you secretly know that it’s because when he looks back at the TV screen in front of the two of you, the sad part of the movie hasn’t even started yet and the tears are not the result of the movie, but of your own thoughts instead.

Step two – give him back all of his stuff and the stuff he’s given you that reminds you of him. Demand that he does the same.

Now, step two was a thing most couples do when they break up. Realistically, it makes sense– you wouldn’t want stuff that’s not yours just laying around, and also, it’s just bound to remind you of the person you lost. Naturally, you’d want to return it.

“Why does he have to return my things as well?” you mutter under your breath as Jihoon helps you fold all Mark’s hoodies into a cardboard box, alongside with wrapping the little things your ex boyfriend made out of ceramic for you in tissue paper like you asked him to– even though he complained and said that it shouldn’t matter to you if they break, because you are the heartbroken one– but you held those little things too close to your heart to let them get damaged in the first place.

“Because that’s how it works,” Jihoon hums, watching as you throw another one of Mark’s shirts onto the top of his head, shielding his vision. “What, you don’t want your stuff back?”

“I mean…” you mumble, deeply considering of the fact that the thought of getting your stuff back didn’t even cross your mind until now, before you realize your favorite pair of socks is thrown somewhere in Mark’s drawers– the blue ones with peaches on them– and you suddenly have the revelation that while you don’t necessarily need the stuff back, you’d love to wear those socks again. “I guess…” you note as you walk over to Jihoon and take a glance into the full cardboard box, looking over the stuff and chewing on the inside of your cheek.

“It’s like witchcraft, y’know,” Jihoon points out, looking at you with fierce eyes mirroring the stupid idea that just flashed through his brain, “if you don’t exchange the things, a piece of you is still kept at his apartment and you won’t be able to move on.”

And again, Park Jihoon does have psychopathic tendencies, but he may be onto something here. So you listen to him as you nod along and close the cardboard box, ready to drive over to Mark Lee’s apartment and drop off the things you’ve collected from him for the past year. The box includes all of the clothes messily scattered across your drawers and your closet, the picture frame of you two together that you always had on your night stand, the ceramic bowls and a little tiger sculpture he made for you when he took a pottery class with his friend Renjun, and the lost guitar pics you found under your bed and at the very top of your bookshelf from when he used to bring his guitar along and play you songs on rainy afternoons. The only things of Mark’s that you kept were the love letter he gave you for your birthday and the USB with his cover of Justin Bieber’s Off my face on it that he shyly gifted to you on one of your dates; but you would never tell Jihoon that in fear of him getting rid of those most precious memories for you.

It’s good to let go, but you don’t think you’re wrong for wanting to keep something to remind you of the good times. The times you still felt loved by Mark.

“Off we go,” you say, standing up and bringing the box towards your front door, your best friend at your feet. He promised to drive you to Mark’s place– you think he’s worried about you meeting your ex-boyfriend face to face for the first time since the break up, but he said it’s because you’re too broke to Uber all the time, efficiently throwing all the considerate thoughts you were accrediting him out the window– and after a few minutes of the drive, you find yourself standing on the doorstep of Mark Lee's apartment.

Taking a deep breath in and out, almost chickening out with the flood of thoughts and excuses you could say to Jihoon when you come back to his car with the box still in your hands– sayings like “he wasn’t home” or “he didn’t want those back”, the latter stupider than the first– you decide to face your problems head-on and finally knock on the mahogany door, waiting for Mark to answer. And he does– of course he does, because he’s always home, and as his ex-girlfriend of one year, you're painfully aware of the fact– but when that happens, you feel your heart falling all the way down to your stomach, crushing you and suddenly making it hard for you to breathe.

“Um… hi,” he greets you, voice a little groggy, as if he hasn’t spoken in a while– and when you meet his eyes, the deep chocolate orbs you always found yourself admiring and writing silent odes to in your head, you quickly glance away in fear of staring into them for too long and making decisions you wouldn’t like to make.

“Hi,” you awkwardly greet back, clearing your throat and moving a little in your place, shifting the weight from one foot to the other. You're surprised you're able to keep up with the conversation, thoughts running in your brain faster than you can comprehend them, heartbeat ringing in your ears from the unexpected anxiety. Maybe Jihoon was right and you should've taken a shot before coming here– at least you'd have more courage and social skills clearly needed for this kind of interaction. “I… brought you back your things,” you say, finally looking up at the male and chewing on your lips, letting out an awkward, tense laugh when he stares at you with an empty look, “figured you’d want them back,” you add, watching as the male opens his mouth and closes it in what seems to be shock before he presses his lips tightly together and nods at you.

“Uh, yeah,” he says, scratching the back of his neck awkwardly as he watches you clumsily hold up the cardboard box to him, ready to leave his stuff there with him and escape as fast as you can, not really minding how you'll get back to Jihoon's car– if jumping down the window of the entrance hall is the fastest option, you're ready to get to it. The truth is, everything is starting to get a little too hard to bear– his familiar scent filling your nose, the hoodie he wore to your first date enveloping his figure, his messy hair reminding you of the many times you brushed your fingers through it in attempts to smooth it down. It’s only been two weeks since you last saw him, but it was starting to feel as if you forgot about him already and were now relearning all the things you once fell in love with again, looking at him in the same light, yet noticing him and all the small details a little bit differently. “Thanks, I… I actually, uh… I have your stuff here too, so if you want it back I’ll– I can just–”

“Y-yeah,” you nod, almost a little too eagerly, “that would be… cool,” you say, trying hard to ignore the fact that he had your stuff packed too, intending to give it to you, and the crashing reality that comes with it, telling you he was prepared to do this before you were and how it’s making you feel kind of shitty.

Mark moves further into the apartment, the sound of him dropping the box to the floor filling your ears before he’s back at the door in no time, a similar cardboard box in his hands that he offers to you with a tense smile on his face. “Wanted to bring it around so I had an excuse to see you, but you, uh… beat me to it, I guess…”

Looking at him as you take the box out of his hands, gaze as if to tell him not to say such words to you when you’re still so fragile to his effect, you only nod and mutter out a simple “Thanks,” before you turn on your heel and intend to take the stairs back down.

“I’ll… see you around, then?” Mark calls after you as you take the first step out– something about it making you feel like it’s the first step out of his life, in a way– and you only nod, because one, you truly don’t know how else to reply to this question, and two, you really, really don’t know if you’ll ever see him again, but you can't bring yourself to say it to his face. Somehow, it would feel like torture to admit it– and you're not prepared for that reality just yet.

Rushing outside and getting into Jihoon's car, you almost feel like you’re on the verge of breaking, and when the male asks you how it went as he’s reversing out of the parking lot, you only bid him a one-word reply before you look through the box on your way home, too impatient to stay back from the memories.

And Jihoon didn’t really think this one through, because the fact that you gave Mark back the things that reminded you of him meant that he did the same, and now all the things you brought along to Mark’s apartment were in the cardboard box, all stained with countless memories and feelings attached to each and every single thing. The artwork you made for him, the little heart-shaped keychain you gave him for his birthday, the plant you gave him that was now long dead and dried out– those were once your stuff, but all in this world with the intention of love being sent out through them to your now ex-lover, and the fact that they’re in your possession again instead of his is not making letting go of Mark any easier.

And maybe Mark was right and he truly was forgetful, because as you rummage through the contains of the box, while you find out your favorite blue socks are nowhere to be seen, surely still buried somewhere in the drawers of his closet, obliterated out of his memory, there’s a gray hoodie sitting at the bottom and it’s surely not yours– it’s his and it was always your favorite, and you always used to wear it at his place when you got cold or when you just really wanted to smell his cologne, and you suddenly don't know if it's presence in the box slipped his mind or if he truly left it there on purpose.

Couldn’t he forget about that too?

Step three – block his number.

The third step comes into place after you accidentally slip out to Jihoon about the phone call you get on a Friday night– more like two hours into Saturday already– and now, most of all, you must admit that your best friend might be right about his advice.

Your phone starts ringing at 2:11 AM, and while you weren’t sleeping– you’ve been having some trouble with dozing off without being overbeared with thoughts lately– the name flashing on your screen shocks you for more reasons than one.

Mark Lee calls you, three weeks after your breakup, in the middle of the night. You haven’t spoken since the time he gave you back your stuff, and even though you’ve done quite a bit of stalking on his social media, you have no news of him or his whereabouts. Naturally, a call from him in the middle of the night startles you and shakes you to the core. He has no reason to call you, so your brain does the math and concludes there must be an emergency– and god knows that even after being hurt by him, you could never ignore him and leave him hanging in a state of need.

So you pick up– with shaky hands and a raging heartbeat, expecting the worst. Listening to the other side of the line, you take a deep breath in and out, bracing yourself for the impact of the words you’re going to hear. The voice on the other side is laced with haziness and his tone is almost a little tired– worn out, even– when he finally greets you from wherever he is.

“Hi,” Mark says, and for a second, your heartbeat steadies itself and the world stops spinning– he sounds okay, and for a moment, you’re grateful to hear his voice.

Humming, as if to collect your thoughts, you clear your throat before you offer him an answer. “Hello,” you greet, “what’s- what’s up?”

“Just wanted to hear your voice,” he says, almost a little abruptly to your question. He doesn't overthink his answer and he doesn't give himself time to think if it's a good idea or not– he just blurts it out and now it's your problem to deal with, when it's there, out in the open. Your palms get sweaty and you start to lose feeling in your fingertips, making you take a few seconds to yourself to process the situation before you decide to finally answer to the strange sentence.

“It’s late, Mark,” you mumble, and you involuntarily wonder if the sentence doesn’t have double meaning– it's too late for anyone to call at this hour, and at the same time, it’s been weeks since your ex boyfriend lost the privilege of listening to your voice when he can’t sleep in the middle of the night whenever he feels like it– and it’s now too late to do anything about it or make it any easier to deal with.

“Shit, sorry,” he chuckles to himself, and you suddenly recognise the laziness in his voice to be the effect of his and his best friend Hyuck’s Friday endeavors; the sweet coating of his voice being the effect of none other than the momentary bliss that comes with the relaxation of his body and mind when he's high. “Didn’t realize,” he concludes, making you shake your head at him in disbelief– not really mattering that he can’t see you in the act.

“‘s okay,” you mumble– and in your perfect reality, you hang up the phone now. In your perfect reality, you connect it to your charger and close your eyes, calling it a night. You fall asleep with no thoughts rummaging through your brain and wake up in the morning to a new sunny day, ready to take on the responsibilities of what’s to come, having productive days ended with smiles and a hot dinner you make for yourself just because you feel like it. In your perfect reality, you protect your own heart. This is not your perfect reality, though– and that’s why you stay on the line, listening to Mark ramble on the other side of the phone, intoxicated and slightly out of it. You wonder if he’ll remember calling you when he wakes up tomorrow. You wonder if he’ll regret it, or if he’ll just shrug his shoulders at the fact and go on with his day, not really paying you much thought when he’s sober.

“I was with Hyuck just now,” he says, and you hear the rustling of his sheets on the other side of the line, making you wonder if he’s washed up and ready for bed, “and– and I remembered how we all used to hang out together, y’know… you with us all– you always clicked with my friends and it was so cool and stuff… and I realized, right, they’re not as funny when you’re not around… but anyways… Jeno’s girlfriend asked about you, ‘cause she didn’t know…and telling her felt so silly, ‘cause they all kept looking at me and I knew they were pitying me, but it was my fault in the first place–”

“Mark–”

“No, it’s true. And it’s cool, I don’t– I don’t blame you, or anything. I just… I dunno, I guess it got me wondering…”

The line goes silent on the other side, and you settle into your own bed, giving him time to continue. When he doesn’t say anything for a long time, you wonder if he’s fallen asleep.

“Mark?”

“Hm?”

“You still there?”

“Yeah. How was your day?” he asks, tone of voice casual as ever, as if he’s forgotten about all the words he’s told you up until now– as if it’s not 2 AM and both of your hearts aren’t breaking at the sound of each other’s voice on the other side of the line.

“It… it was okay, I guess,” you say nonetheless, too hopeless to find a way to end the conversation before he does.

“That’s good to hear,” he says, sighing, “that’s… awesome. You still taking those yoga classes on Mondays?” he asks, and you snicker to yourself– because what kind of question even is that? Who asks that on a late night call, when there are more important things you two need to talk about?

“Yeah,” you lie, still. You haven’t been since the breakup.

“That’s great. Wouldn’t want you to… y’know,” he laughs to himself, “be too sad over this… ‘t was for the better, after all.”

You hear yourself hum– the noise way more stable than your actual words ever could be– and you find yourself feeling silly in the conversation, lying to your ex boyfriend through your teeth; because at the end of the day, you don’t want him to worry about you– because it seems to be the case that he is. And it’s stupid, because he hurt you and you shouldn’t care, maybe you should’ve even show him that you’re heartbroken and that he is the reason behind your pain and the way your life is falling apart, bit by bit, but you don’t find it in you to be so cold and heartless. At the end of the day, you still care about Mark and there’s nothing you could do about it. Turns out that breaking up with him doesn’t magically make the feelings go away– and you knew that, but now you have proof.

“What were you saying before, by the way? You… trailed off at the end,” you say, reminding him of his previous words.

“Oh, that,” he snickers into the microphone again, a heavy sigh escaping his lips as he twists and turns in the sheets, “don’t worry about it. It was selfish of me.”

It was selfish of him to call in the first place. But you won’t tell him that.

“What was it?”

“It’s just… I was wondering if I lost you forever, y’know… if there was a chance we could ever…” he trails off again, but this time, you don’t bug him to complete it. You’re not stupid– you know the implication of his words. You’ve known him for a long time, after all– maybe you should’ve predicted this when you picked up the call.

“I mean…” you hum, “you didn’t lose me completely, if that’s– if that’s what’s keeping you up at night. We’re still friends, aren’t we?” you say, and in the corner of your brain, you can’t even believe the words yourself– but if it was selfish of him to call, you think it’s okay for you to selfishly fill both of you with empty promises, just for the sake of not breaking your heart even further.

“Yeah,” he mumbles, “that’s– …I’m glad.”

The line’s silent after that, and you wonder if you two have used up the list of words to say to each other this time, if there’s truly no other answer at the end of this conversation. When the situation gets too much for you to bear, the heaviness finally settling on your shoulders and your chest, you finally find the courage to sniffle out a quiet goodbye.

“Good night, Mark.”

“G’night,” he drags out, mind still cloudy. “Love you,” spills out from his tongue, like a bad habit.

He ends the call before you get to say it back. Maybe that’s for the better.

And the truth is, you should’ve really listened to Park Jihoon and blocked Mark’s number after this encounter. But you didn’t– you’re too weak for Mark’s sweet words, finding yourself still hanging on to his saccharine voice and the muffled ramble he has reserved for you only every time he gets high and loses all self-control before calling you on Friday nights selfishly demanding your attention, somehow falling for him like a teenager over and over again despite promising yourself you're gonna move on for real now.

Step four – date someone new.

“So…” Jihoon starts one day, eyes glued to your skull like laser beams, the tone of his voice so incomprehensible you think he’s going to scold you for the actions of your previous days– even though you haven't told him about the midnight calls with Mark and so if he's not going through your phone, he has no way of knowing. Tense and nervous, still, knowing that the impact of his words could either heal you or cut you open like a knife– damn him for always being so brutally honest, no matter how soft his heart is for you– you smile at him with tight lips, crossing your arms on your chest in defense.

“So…?”

A nervous laugh almost escapes your throat. If Jihoon wasn’t suspicious of you before, he surely is now– or he just finds you strange by the way he furrows his brows at you and scans you up and down, taking a second for himself before he sighs and seemingly decides to drop the weird way you’re acting right now, shaking his head and focusing on the task at hand.

“I was thinking… my friend asked about you,” he says, nonchalantly looking down onto his hands and taking the dirt out from behind his nails, as if it’s not a big deal and he doesn’t even care that much. “Choi Hyunsuk from Biology, you know him– shabby haircut, kinda short, failed the class so he has to retake it this year…?”

“I think you’re forgetting the fact that the two of us have completely different majors, Hoonie,” you sweetly smile at him with irony, making him roll his eyes with a sigh before he tries again.

“The guy who ripped his pants at Xiao Dejun’s party last year?”

“Oh, that one! You should’ve said that earlier, of course I remember Choi Hyunsuk from your Biology class,” you nod hurriedly, the gears finally clicking in your brain.

“As if I wasn’t talking about him for the last few minutes–”

“Okay, and what about him?” you cut him off, already tired of his annoying tangent.

“I said he asked about you.”

“I heard that already,” you nod, looking at him with expecting eyes. “And?”

Jihoon stares at you, unblinking, as if you fell on your head and he’s trying to comprehend if you’re still here with him or if you got a concussion and need to be transferred into a hospital. When the contact of his eyes on your skin gets a bit too uncomfortable– you swear his looks could actually kill someone, if he tried enough– you furrow your brows at him in confusion and shake your head in disbelief.

“Why are you staring at me like that, Park Jihoon?”

“Just tryna see if you’re really that stupid or if you’re just pretending,” he mutters under his nose before he sighs again– his favorite activity whenever you’re around, it seems– and speaks up again, tone of voice reminding you of a kindergartener teacher trying to explain why it gets dark in the evening to a bunch of 4 year olds. “You know, when people ask about you, they are usually interested in you, as in, my friend Hyunsuk didn’t ask because you’re nice, but because you’re hot, if you know what I'm getting onto.”

“Oh,” you get out, eyes wide in concern and a little shaken-up, “well, that’s… nice of him, I guess.”

Jihoon only hums at you before he looks around himself and brings out the bag of chips that he left open by his right side only a few seconds ago, not really speaking more about the topic. It’s either he’s waiting for you to get what he’s hinting at, or he’s just waiting for you to get even more confused and ask him about it in a few seconds again– either way, he’s not the one doing more talking right now, because conversations with you, the most oblivious person he’s ever seen, are never productive if he goes too fast.

Chewing on the chips, his eyes go wide when you finally open your mouth and talk more about the topic at hand– just like he predicted. “Why are you telling me this?”

Your best friend swallows before he places the bag of chips back to its original place and turns his whole body so he’s facing you, speaking up again. “I was thinking that maybe, just maybe, you’d like to hang out with him. Like a date, before you ask– because I know you’re gonna ask– and why? – because, again, I know you’re gonna ask– because I simply think you should try to date again to get your mind off the loser you broke up with two months ago,” he says, blunt and honest, answering all of your unsaid questions at once, and before you know it, he has you snickering and shaking your head in disapproval.

“Absolutely not,” you retort, waving your hands in the air to only further show your disagreement with the proposition, “that would just be a massive catastrophe.”

“Why? Hyunsuk’s nice.”

“I didn’t say he isn’t, it’s just…”

“Just?” he probes you, eyebrows raised and questioning.

“I… don’t know,” you nervously chew on the inside of your cheek, aimlessly shrugging. “I just don’t think it’s a good idea, Jihoon.”

“Because of Mark?” he asks, and the moment his name escapes your best friend’s mouth, the whole room goes strangely quiet– you feel your heartbeat in your throat, the tips of your fingers start tingling and you swear that if you concentrate hard enough, you could feel a bead of sweat drip down your forehead with the incoming stress and nerves only the mention of your ex boyfriend brings you.

“No, that’s not it–”

“Sure,” he nods, sighing to himself– and there it is again, the judging look you so despise.

“You can’t just expect me to date other people a few weeks after my break up, Jihoon,” you exclaim, “that– that wouldn’t even be fair to your friend. You know I wouldn’t be invested,” you explain, and your friend rolls his eyes in frustration, sighing to himself.

“Oh but I know that! And Hyunsuk does too,” he shakes his head at you, “just thought the company of someone else could take your mind off things.”

“I have you,” you try.

“Yeah, but all we do when we’re together is mope about Mark Lee,” Jihoon snickers, “and don’t get me wrong, I’m more than open to bitch about your ex boyfriend and as your best friend, I don’t mind, but the fact that you’d be hanging out with someone else could take your mind off him, because you wouldn’t feel comfortable talking about him with someone else, y’know?”

You shut your eyes closed, a heavy sigh heaving out of your body as you try hard to concentrate and not lose it, and with how Jihoon’s tone gets softer and he’s not as loud with his brutal, yet logical advice, he must feel you getting overwhelmed and accommodates to your needs. “Look, it’s gonna be fun. I promise. Hang out with someone new, feel wanted and hot and pretty again, get some male attention that’s not your ex boyfriend, and you’ll see how it makes you feel. If you hate it, you hate it and you can slap me, I don’t know... If you don’t, you can keep dating around with my friends, and I swear I’ll hook you up only with the nice ones,” he takes your hand into his and waves it around in comfort, making you open your eyes and look at him again.

Seeing the softness and encouragement in your best friend’s eyes, you sigh to yourself. All this time, he’s tried to help you– what if you finally follow his advice? Who knows, it might even help.

Sighing, you squeeze his palm and hover over him to get the stranded bag of chips he’s guarding on the other side of the sofa. “Fine,” you mutter, “but let your friend know that he’s the one paying, okay?”

“Perfect. I'll text him your number, then.“

And maybe Jihoon was right and after dolling yourself up and dressing up in your favorite dress just so you would feel as comfortable as possible, you don’t feel as bad when his friend Hyunsuk picks you up in his white Volvo and chats with you on the way to the restaurant. He makes good small talk and even gets a giggle out of you, the music in his car is low and you find yourself slowly easing into the situation. You don’t remember when the last time you went out with a guy that wasn’t Mark was, but it’s surprisingly nice.

And Jihoon was right– you feel pretty. And when Hyunsuk opens the door for you after pulling up to the parking lot of the restaurant, you even feel wanted. You like the attention, just like any other girl would, and the smile you offer to your date seeps of tender shyness as you get out of the comfortable seat of his car.

The illusion, though, is soon broken as you notice the restaurant he pulled up to. Your smile freezes, your palms get sweaty and you feel your heartbeat rummaging against your ribcage as soon as the idle atmosphere of the restaurant opens up before you. And realistically, you could turn on your heel and get back to the car, tell Hyunsuk that you want to go to another restaurant– but you don’t do it, against your biggest wishes, because you worry that the boy already made a reservation and you don’t want to ruin an evening that’s going well so far.

“Everything alright?” your date checks up on you, seemingly noticing the frown on your face, and when his worried eyes meet yours, it’s sealed– you’d feel too bad for pulling out of the date now. So you only do what you always do best– you put on your best relaxed smile and nod, catching up to him and ensuring him that you’re all okay and you didn’t just talk yourself out of an anxiety attack.

Because you owe it to him and to Jihoon– both of them worked so hard to make you feel happy and help you to get over your ex boyfriend. It’s not Hyunsuk’s fault that he just managed to pick the restaurant your said ex boyfriend works at part-time. He had no way of knowing, and if you’re lucky enough, Mark wouldn’t be on today. He only works here part-time, it’s not like he’s here every day, and as far as you’re concerned, he only worked like two or three days a week when you dated. It would be a weird coincidence for him to be working the day you go there with your new date– you hope you’re not that unlucky.

Hyunsuk is a gentleman. Opening up doors for you, pulling out the chair for you, letting you talk and not interrupting you. He watches you with fond eyes and you almost try to feel bad for the fact that even if this ended well, the poor boy would just end up being a rebound. He deserves so much more, and you start to worry if this date was a good idea after all. Wasn’t it selfish of you to agree to this?

“What do you want to get?” he asks as you open up the menu, and you squint at the prices, mentally taking a note to order the cheapest thing just in case he wants to pay for you at the end of the evening.

“Spaghetti Bolognese,” you blurt out, despite it not being your favorite meal. Hyunsuk just stares at you with squinted eyes, but doesn’t disagree with you. After all, he has no way of knowing that you dislike the taste of the sauce in most restaurants– even though your conscience tells you that Mark knew that and always made sure to remind you about it before ordering for you, worried that you won’t get to eat much that evening– the only thing left to hope is that it tastes good in this particular place.

“Okay, sure,” he nods and puts the menu down, smiling at you before engaging in a comfortable conversation with you. It feels like you’ve known Hyunsuk forever– his personality oddly reminding you of Jihoon’s caused mainly by the fact that the two have grown up together. Everything flows soundly, but you still find yourself anxiously picking at your cuticles as you cautiously look around the restaurant, fearing the fact that you could catch a glimpse of your ex boyfriend at any second.

And maybe you should be a psychic, because those bad feelings were not there for nothing– when you see a waiter walking out of the back and eyeing your table, ready to get your order, the boy is a few inches taller than your current date, raven hair messy, but still a little styled, dark circles under the man’s eyes, and there he is– your ex boyfriend. Mark Lee halts in his movements, wearing his work uniform, eyes wide, a hint of something that breaks you at least in two mirroring in his orbs before he turns on his heel and disappears in the back again. When he doesn’t come back and his co-worker joins you and Hyunsuk at your table with a warm smile, you stop waiting to see the glimpse of him you selfishly desired to catch despite fearing the interaction the whole evening.

You want to fall through the floor and disappear in the depths of this earth. For some reason, you feel mortified. What would he think? And why do you even care about his feelings? A million different thoughts run through your brain and you worry that you’re being too distant from your current date, but Hyunsuk’s warm eyes reassure you that he doesn’t mind.

Piercing the food on your table with your eyes, you try to battle the noisy words running around your brain.

It’s easy to say you’re over someone when you don’t see them. To have them in front of you, meet their gaze and acknowledge their existence and still be able to nod and say that you’ve moved on, is something completely different.

Were you ever convinced that you were over Mark Lee in the first place, though?

After all of this– the months of following Jihoon’s advice, although making a few mishaps along the way as you continue to pick up Mark’s calls on Friday nights, snoop around his socials and let your mind wander to places it shouldn’t, overthinking everything and making you wish the relationship never ended in the first place– it’s time for the last step of it all. The last, most crucial part of this whole moving on process– the most important one, if you may.

Step five – avoid him at all costs.

Sounds easy, right? After the four previous steps, you’d already cried plenty about the lost months with your ex-boyfriend. You’d already given him back all of his stuff, not tying yourself to him with any material memory. You’d already gone on a date with someone new, choosing to distract yourself instead of letting yourself feel the emotions. After all the previous steps, this one’s supposed to be the easiest one. The one you’re supposed to want to do, after all. The break-up wasn’t messy, but it was still painful– it’s only natural for you to not want to see Mark ever again, right?

Wrong.

Because you never listen to the advice you’re given. That just wouldn’t be you, would it?

And so when Mark Lee calls you one day and tells you that he has a free train ticket to the Bukhansan stop, explaining that he was supposed to go hike there with Donghyuck who canceled on him last minute because of an assignment due midnight, you don’t really hesitate much before you shoot him a short text saying that you’re down and get ready for the short hike.

When you meet your ex boyfriend at the station, his figure slightly slouched up until the moment his eyes meet yours, you feel the quiet tension in the air. You’ve seen each other a few times before this meeting– on a party you went to with Jihoon, at the campus when you went to class one morning, your ex boyfriend walking you towards the Art building, hell, you’ve even met in the grocery store, all accidental and making your heart leap in your chest with tension. This time, though, you’re here completely intentionally, just to hang out with him, and something about the fact makes a dull pain shoot all through your intestines, a sensation so uncomfortable you try to hide with a tight-lipped smile.

“Ready for the hike?” he asks, adjusting the bag on his back, playing with the straps with clammy fingers. You can’t help but notice how he looks just like a little boy, in his little world, shielded from everything. He seems to have taken a protective stance, and you hate how the air between you shifted from how you two used to be when you were dating. Mark seems scared. Nervous. On top of his feet. Maybe you shouldn’t have agreed to this at all.

You’re already here, though. Turning around and leaving wouldn’t really work right now, as you take a step towards the train that’s just arrived, humming to your ex boyfriend in agreement. Taking a seat on the place Mark’s pointed to you on the train ticket, you try to loosen up your muscles and get as comfortable as you can, clearing your mind as you gaze outside of the window.

“How have you been?” he asks, clearing his throat.

Pressing your lips into a tight line, you turn to him as you search for an answer. “Better,” you nod, voice quiet. “You?”

Mark hums, chewing the inside of his cheek. “Good, good,” he lies through his teeth, “I’ve seen you at the restaurant the other day,” he hints, and you battle the sigh that’s begging to cut out of your throat. You don’t know where he’s going with the sentence. It’s not a question– only a proposition, barely even that– and you could ignore it with a nod of your head, you could pay it no mind as you see the bitterness in his gaze and the slightly self-conscious averting of his stare. You don’t know where he’s going with the conversation, but frankly, you don’t know where you are going with your answer either, as you shrug to him in a casual manner and peep under your breath.

“Yeah,” you say, “that was just… Jihoon’s friend from uni, I suppose,” you complete, and the sentence hints at nothing– it doesn’t clear out the confusion, it doesn’t outright say anything that could make Mark believe that it was just a casual hang-out with a friend, but still, you see the boy visibly relax as he nods to you and offers you a tight-lipped smile.

“Oh,” he hums, looking out of the window, past the profile of your face. The change in topic is sudden and sharp, but also welcome as he falls into a casual conversation with you, and suddenly, you’re reminded by the Mark you once knew– the guy you’ve once called not socially awkward, but so social that it’s awkward– as he talks to you about his day and rambles on about the weather. “It’s good that it won’t rain today, I bet the view will be nice.”

Locking your gaze with him for a brief second, you lick your lips and point your eyes towards the ground. It’s good that it won’t rain today, as opposed to last time you two went to the Bukhansan trail. You wonder if he remembers.

Before you have a chance to mention it– and in all reality, you won’t, no matter how bold you could be feeling at the moment– the train comes to a stop at your station and you hop out of the carriage, ready for the hike.

It’s easy to forget how messed up things have gotten between the two of you when you walk alongside with your ex boyfriend, laughing at his silly jokes and gasping at everything he shows to you with a pointed finger, finding yourself admiring the sound of his giggle when he spots a squirrel pass your path somewhere near the top of the hill. The trail is almost empty at this hour, since the two of you have decided to go in the late afternoon, and you find your soul to finally be at peace after so many weeks, you finally feel relaxed in the nature, one with the wind and the gentle sound of birds chirping lullying your running thoughts to a rest.

You realize that this is just what you needed all this time. You needed to get out and walk for some while, to tune out yourself and to accept the fact that you’re still here, for another day, and something about that is still a blessing. Watching the back of Mark’s head as he walks a step in front of you due to the narrowness of the trail in this area, you smile to yourself. It’s easy to forget just how much you were hurt by him when he heals your soul with such a simple gesture. It’s easy to forget you were hurt when he seemingly tries to put all the broken pieces back together, glue them to where they were in the first place, when things were easier and you both didn’t have so many things to worry about.

You reach the top just as the sun starts setting over the horizon, and there are only a few people scattered across the peak, sitting on their own picnic blankets and gazing into the distance. The hues of the sky paint the world in a different color, the oranges, pinks and muted purples playing with your heartstrings as you come to a halt and crouch down and feel the presence of another soul mirror your actions only a meter away to your right, his gaze glued to your side. The view is beautiful, but the feeling of being watched isn’t ignorable anymore, and so you turn to your companion and raise your eyebrows at him, wondering if he has something to say.

You don’t know how you’ll be able to come back to your life after this and pretend you still don’t want to spend every passing second with the man on your right. You don’t know how you’re supposed to ignore the ever so growing love for him– even though after being so disappointed with the past, the feelings should be decreasing, not doing the opposite– and frankly, you don’t even want to think of going back to the way it’s been for the past few months. And so you don’t– you allow yourself to indulge the moment, to ignore the pain that’s about to come, just so you could hold another beautiful memory to your heart and enjoy the moment before it hurts you to think of it tomorrow morning.

“It’s even more beautiful than the last time,” Mark hums, but his eyes never leave your figure– if you were still dating, you bet he’d come out with a cheesy line about how you’re prettier than the view, or something. “It didn’t rain this time around, thank god.”

Gazing at him, you shake your head in disbelief. Scoffing, you play with the grass between your fingers. “You remember that?”

“Yeah,” he hums, “I remember a lot of things.”

The sentence makes you bitterly chuckle. He knows why you’re reacting the way you are– and you have every right to. He claims to remember a lot of things, but the ones important to you, the ones you wanted him to remember, he failed to save into his memory. And that’s eventually what made you break up with him, at the end of it all.

At your reaction, he sighs and drags a hand across his face, seemingly realizing the weight of his own words and just how ridiculous he must have sounded to you right now.

“I- That-” he stutters, shaking his head, “that sounded stupid right now, considering… everything… Didn’t it?”

“Kind of,” you nod, not wanting to meet his eyes.

“I’m sorry,” he blurts out, voice suddenly raw and serious, so different to the tone he’s been using with you the whole afternoon, “I don’t- I can’t remember if I said that back then, when you- when you… broke up with me, but I really am sorry, Y/N. You didn’t deserve that, and I am in no way shape or form trying to make this about me, but I hate myself every day for the way things turned out and if I could go back to that day, I’d do so many things differently.”

The sky in front of you deepens in reds and you taste iron on your tongue, suddenly hyper-aware of the fact that you’ve managed to bite on your lip too hard in the midst of the conversation. Tearing out stems of grass with your clammy fingertips, you focus on the clouds running through the sky, calculating your next response.

“Okay,” you nod, not giving him much else. The answer perfectly encapsulates the way you feel on the inside right now– you don’t know if you’re ready to accept his apology, if you’re ready to let go of it and act like you weren’t hurt or that none of it ever happened, but you listened to him and you internalized his words. He is sorry. He knows he was in the wrong. And you were aware that he knew all of this before– hell, you’d even go as far as say he knew it the moment you knocked on his door that day and told him it was over– but hearing it from him surely moved something inside of you to a more comfortable place.

“I-” he starts, voice breaking making him clear his throat before he continues, “I don’t expect you to forgive me. And I know I shouldn’t have expected you to still be my friend after all of this, and that- I shouldn’t have even called you so many times and approached you at the store and stuff, but um-” he mumbles, shrugging to himself, “I guess I just couldn’t stay away from you. And again, I don’t expect you to forgive me, I don’t expect you to do anything, really. So… yeah…”

Snickering at his aimless monologue, you shake your head in disbelief. “Mark?”

“Yeah?” he stares at you, eyes a bottomless pool of emotion.

“Why did you invite me here today? What was the… point, I guess?” you ask, hugging your knees to your chest as the breeze makes goosebumps appear all over your body.

Mark offers you a sad smile, head leaned to his right as he shrugs, and this time, his eyes don’t leave yours as he spills the truth into the air. “I guess I was just feeling selfish today,” he hums, and the sentence makes you cringe with the memory of his first call to you after your break up, “wanted to spend time with you.”

“Here, of all places?”

“Yeah,” he nods, “told you. I was feeling selfish.”

Snickering, you look away, staring at the sky again. The colors are starting to blend together into a deep, dark purple– the horizon darkening as the sun starts to say its final goodbyes to the day. You sigh to yourself, yet feel no bitterness or terror at his words. Somehow, you understand. Somehow, you get him a little too well. Somehow, you think you knew the moment he texted you today, and somehow, you think you felt it in your bones when you didn’t say no, although you could have. There’s calmness in your soul when you nod at the implication of his words, leaning back on your elbows and plopping your bottom to the ground, sitting at the dusty surface.

“You said you didn’t expect anything out of me today, Mark.”

“And I don’t,” he says, voice soft.

“And you brought me here to remind me of the last time we went?” you stare at him, a hint of a bitten-back smile playing with your lips. “Because you’re selfish?”

He nods, not escaping your gaze. “To remind you of the last time we went. To show you that… I remember, I guess. And that I still care, just like the last time. If not more.”

“Mark, you can’t just say all of this and expect nothing out of me right now,” you mutter.

“Actually, I can. Because that’s what I’m doing. I’m just… laying it out in the open, and what you do with the information is completely, completely up to you,” he explains, and you find yourself chuckling at him, the atmosphere instantly lighter as you hear his voice in its usual casualness, talking to you as if he was just unpacking what went on in class today, and not the starting and the end of your one year relationship.

And he’s right. What you do with the information is completely up to you, and the next steps and the progress of your relationship with Mark Lee is also completely in your hands. You could turn away and never talk to him again, you could curse at him and tell him that it’s too late now and he missed his chance, but if that was the case, you wouldn’t be here in the first place. He wouldn’t be inviting you to this place, lying about his roommate canceling just to trick you into going, and you wouldn’t be blindly accepting the invitation, wanting to see where the afternoon brings you.

“So you still care about me?” you hum, looking at him from under your eyelashes, noticing his slouched-over pose as he looks back at you over his shoulder.

“Always have,” he admits, “never stopped. Despite not really… acting like it in the past few months.”

“Why’d you stop acting like it, then?” you ask.

A sigh escapes his lips, his head turning forward before he leans back and sits cross-legged on the ground, more comfortably now. Shrugging, he answers the question. “I guess I just got too caught up with different things. And don’t get me wrong, you were always my priority, always, but I was all over the place with everything and my mind just couldn’t… there were too many things to keep up with and I couldn’t stay up to date with everything,” he says, “and I know it’s not an excuse, but it’s an explanation, and it doesn’t make it better or undo the pain I’ve caused you, but it’s… at least you know it was never because I’d care about you any less.”

His eyes bear into yours with such honesty you think the weight of the world will crash on you any minute, and suddenly, the whole situation seems so much clearer.

And you wouldn’t take it back, you wouldn’t undo the breakup or do anything differently, because at the end of the day, you think it was needed. Perhaps the time apart was what he needed as a wake up call and what you needed to shield yourself from hurting more.

“Stop me from saying it if you… if you don’t want to hear it right now,” he hums, voice barely louder than a whisper. There seems to be a silent communication between the two of you, a connection of some sort that brings out the strange telepathy, but you just nod at him, a gentle smile playing with your lips as you understand exactly what he means, telling him that it’s okay and that you don’t mind– you welcome, you need to hear him say it again.

Licking his lips, he turns to you fully, facing you. There’s not a hint of nervousness in his body, having done this a lot of times before, and then it happens– the repeated confession, confirming what was there the whole time, never leaving even when the times were rough.

“I love you,” he says.

And isn’t that all that’s needed?

A year is a long time with someone. Somehow, you wouldn’t want the time to go to waste. At the end of the day, if love is still present, isn’t it worth trying? One more time?

“And you still don’t expect anything from me?” you ask, gazing at him softly. “You don’t expect me to say it back?”

“No,” he breathes out, shrugging. “I just needed to get it off my chest.”

“Because you’re selfish like that,” you nod, teasing him.

“Because I’m selfish like that,” he agrees, breaking out into a slight grin.

Looking at the sky, now completely dipped in dark purple, you sigh to yourself at the turmoil of the conversation. You don’t say it back– although you feel it, you know it’s in there, playing with your heartstrings and clenching the muscle in the palm of its hand– you know love is there, deep inside, for the man that’s currently staring at you as if you hung the very stars appearing on the sky there yourself, stolen them from your own eyes and gluing them there selflessly, for everyone to see. You don’t tell him you love him back, you don’t tell him you forgive him or accept his apology. You don’t worry about what tomorrow will bring you, what your brain is going to tell you when you come down from the hill and get home, lay in your bed and overthink. You let the worries escape you, letting fondness and calm envelope you in a tight hug instead.

“Okay,” you nod, watching the boy next to you look at you with curious eyes. You take his hand into yours and place it on your thigh, playing with his fingers for a heartbeat before you meet his eyes again and smile. “I won’t say it back, but for all it’s worth, Mark… I’m glad you remembered.”

And that’s all he needs– there is love, there is fondness, and there is the silent confirmation that all you need right now is just a bit more time.

Where do broken hearts go?

Somehow, you think they hold on to the place where it all started. Somehow, you think your heart never went anywhere– it stayed on this hill, waiting for you to pay it a visit and pick back up everything right from where you left it.

“It doesn’t seem like a good idea to go here today, Y/N,” Mark laughed behind you as he looked up to the sky, the dark clouds shielding the sun that had been previously shining down on your hiking figures, casting an orange glow on the strands of your hair.

“Well, there’s no turning back now,” you shrugged, turning to him and grinning as you tugged on his hand, grip strong as you dragged the boy up the trail, your sneakers fast against the dirty ground. “We have finals starting next week and it’s gonna be too cold to go after the exam season is over, so we gotta go now.”

“I kind of regret telling you that I’ve never been here before now,” Mark sighed, but followed you nonetheless, breathlessly following your excited stride. It was October, the leaves on the trees were welcoming the two of you in shining colors, and the wind kissing your skin turned a bit chilly in the evenings– courtesy of the warm hoodie Mark shyly lended you when you shivered for the first time, adoring the way you, his friend, looked in the light gray fabric. Something about you wearing his clothes made the boy a bit hopeless about the day. Maybe he’ll have enough courage to confess his feelings to you, he thought. Maybe, despite the first raindrops falling on the skin of his bare arms, this evening will have a happy ending for you and him.

“Oh, please,” you squinted at him, continuing to run up the hill– thank god it wasn’t that steep, serving both of you as the perfect hiking difficulty, “even if you wouldn’t have, I’d drag you here anyway. It’s like, my favorite place to go in Seoul, haven’t I told you before?”

You have, Mark thought. But he was okay with hearing it again.

You squealed when the raindrops got heavier and the rain started pouring faster on the two of you, and Mark found himself laughing at your running figure. He was right behind you, praying that you don’t slip on one of the rocks and break your leg on the hiking trail, but he encouraged you with sweet comments and a hand on the small of your back as he watched the tip of the hill appear right in front of his very eyes, your body coming to a satisfied halt when you reached your destination.

“Tada!” you grinned at him, twirling a little like a ballerina, showing him the place with outstretched arms. He tried hard to observe the place, but his eyes stayed glued to your excited figure, gaze bearing into yours as you looked at him, amidst a little flustered, with sparkly orbs and a bright smile on your face. Your hair was a mess, his gray hoodie enveloping your body was slowly growing darker in color from absorbing the rain, and your sneakers were getting a bit muddy from walking around the place. He wanted to remember this moment forever, he thought– this version of you, the smiley expression on your face, the carefree and excited nature of your step.

“Isn’t it beautiful?” you exclaimed, jumping around and nearing the boy, but as you went to take his hand to drag him around the top of the hill once more, your feet slipped and you fell forward, a surprised squeak battling its way out of your throat.

Your whole life flashed in front of your very eyes in that moment, embarrassment spreading down your neck at the fact that you were about to fall face first onto the ground in front of your crush of a few months, before your body collided with a soft, yet firm mass engulfing you closer. A pair of strong arms steadied you against his chest, and when you looked up at your friend, you swear all words were taken out of your dictionary, the sight leaving you speechless.

“It is,” he gaped, eyes bearing into yours. Mark was agreeing with you, but something in the back of your head was telling you that he didn’t really admire this place as much as you did– his curious gaze was always plastered somewhere completely else.

That place being your face, of course. And your eyes, your cheeks, the mess of your bangs, and occasionally– screw that, almost always– your lips. Much like in that moment, a few centimeters away from his face, so inviting he thought it would be a crime to contain the urge.

And so he didn’t– he didn’t control his feelings and the ever-so growing yearning for you, as he silently leaned towards your face and captured his lips with yours in a firm, yet short kiss.

He looked at you with a nervous tint behind his gaze when he leaned away, the sight of your wide eyes staring at him making a slight flush grow on his cheeks. You looked so beautiful in that moment– flustered, surprised, with messy hair and lips still apart– and he was relieved to not find a hint of a displeased emotion in your expression.

“Okay, so- well-” you stuttered, laughing to yourself, “this didn’t go as I planned, but I guess I’m happy as long as the final result is the same,” you hummed, standing on your tippy-toes and pressing your lips against him once more, this time letting yourself enjoy the moment fully, mouth moving against his in a careful, yet excited rhythm. He tasted like the strawberry candy you offered him on the bottom of the trail and smelled a bit like rain, the mixture always staying in the depths of your mind as his warmth enveloped you in comfort and a feeling of home.

“The final result being…?” he asked when you pulled apart once again, a dazed expression overtaking his sharp features.

“Us,” you shrugged, “like this,” you clarified.

Mark laughed at that, hugging you closer to his chest. You rested your head on his shoulder, listening to the sound of raindrops washing away the top layer of dirt off the rocks on the tip of the hill, hands sneaking around his waist and enjoying the way they wrapped around him so tightly and so comfortably. You in his hoodie, in your favorite place, standing in his arms. It was raining, but it didn’t matter.

“Mark?”

“Hm?”

“If we ever get lost, or something happens… bring me back here, okay?” you mumbled close to his ear, lips gently glazing the skin of his ear, making goosebumps appear all over your new lover. “I’m convinced that this place could fix everything.”

“Even us?”

“Don’t be ridiculous. You’re not allowed to ever leave me now, what would there be to fix between us?” you smacked his shoulder, snickering to yourself.

“You never know,” he laughed, “what if I accidentally mess up somewhere along the way?” he asked, threading his fingers through your hair, smoothing down the wet mess.

“Okay then,” you hummed, “even us.”

Staring into your eyes, letting the moment play out by itself, Mark swore he’s never felt more at peace. He wondered if it was the effect of the place, the rain, or just your sheer presence. “I’ll remember that,” he giggled before he let go of your body, petting your head as he took a hold of your hand, tugging you down from where you came from, “now let’s go home before we catch a cold.”

Nodding, following the man as you both carefully, yet fastly made it down the trail, you enjoyed the way his hand fit into yours and the way you knew that after this, you can’t ever come back to being friends with Mark Lee. He was all yours, completely, utterly yours, and you knew in the back of your head, that you were his– and nothing will ever change that.

You would always come back to the hill with him. It felt ridiculous to think about you two ever having to fix anything between the two of you back then, but even in that moment, you knew that for him, you’d keep trying. As long as he does– as long as he remembers.

Where do broken hearts go? You guess they always come right back to the place they come from– and they leave glued back together every single time.

You guess your heart never really left the hill.

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