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hoonietokki · 10 months

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sososososossososossooos good its so insane i was throwing my phone across the bed digesting what i was reading omf got me blushing nd shit ๑> <๑

project aphrodite

rating: explicit

member: jungwon

premise: in a post-apocalyptic world, you and jungwon are excellent scientists and are at the relative top of the list of people who are ideal parents for the next generation of this dying world. it's now your job to repopulate this earth so you ask your co-worker to pretty please knock you up.

notes: sci-fi elements, dystopian au, scientist!reader, scientist!jungwon, fem-bodied reader, reader is referred to as a woman, dom!jungwon, breeding, impreg kink (like heavily), dirty talk, platonic (?) breeding, co-workers with benefits (?), idk this is kinda speculative fiction but also suspend your disbelief a bit lol

a/n: first of my 1k follower special! not quite sure what order i'm following here but i hope you stay for the ride nonetheless! enjoy!

it's a strange feeling.

in your line of work, 'strange' is hardly any cause for concern. as a biologist with a concentration in genetics, you've seen all the ways nature does its job. from the familiar concepts almost all people learn about in science class like the basic 'mom-meets-dad-equals-baby' to the eerie methods organisms in the deep sea evolve to survive.

you've learned about it all, pored over each punnett square, stressed over the formulas. so, this shouldn't be anything to worry about.

and yet, you're still worried.

"i mean...what did we expect?" jay speaks up from beside you, eyeing the phone in his hand.

"we're presently some of the world's most brilliant minds so...," he adds, locking his phone before hunching over his desk. to your ears, it sounds as if he's trying to convince himself rather than you.

you scan over the document flashed on your own laptop screen. the harsh fluorescent lights overhead buzz nonstop, going on and on, a background hum all of you in the bunker have grown used to. at this moment, it lulls you into a daydream, vision swimming as you repeat the words in your head.

all government personnel with a status level 7 and higher are recommended to partake in project aphrodite. those falling under level 10 are strictly required. participation at this level is compulsory.

common citizens with a status of 9 to 10 are also required to participate. ample compensation for those successful will be provided.

"you're a level 8. it's not as if you have to," you mutter, fingers digging into your temples.

jay snickers. "how many level 10 government personnel are there in this ruined world? a few hundred or so doctors, another few hundred scientists, even fewer world leaders. that's not taking into account the difference in sex. my information's not up to date but last time i checked, there is a hell of a lot more men than there are women. it's a shitshow waiting to happen."

you turn to meet jay's eyes, not meaning to convey any certain emotion, but the way jay's expression falls leads you to believe that you look way more upset than you're letting on.

"oh shit, yeah," jay curses. "you're a level 10. i forgot."

you sigh, tilting your head back against the headrest of your seat.

"i'm sure they'll release more regulation soon," you begin. "this is just the initial memo. with our world hanging in the balance as it is, no one's gonna let this devolve into some patriarchal anarchy, i hope."

"yeah, of course," you hear jay agree. "most of the proponents of project aphrodite are women, anyway, so i'm sure they'll take extra measures to keep you safe."

you sit up straight, looking at jay once more. "this is the world, huh?"

you and jay pause before sharing a quick chuckle.

"'go make babies, or else,'" you say in a mock radio announcer voice. jay lets out a laugh, his voice echoing off the empty office walls.

the two of you fall into silence, as if retreating to your respective thoughts. all that's in your mind at this moment is your current project, the very thing the few people more powerful than you had assigned for you to do: leading your team in stopping that godforsaken virus ravaging the outside. you've been making steady progress so far, but with the weight of this new responsibility, you're not sure if you could keep the momentum up.

you realize with a passing thought that most of the scientists on your team are level 9s and 10s.

"well," you begin before you could stop yourself. you're suddenly overcome with a feeling of suffocation, the office space seemingly too small and continuously growing even smaller.

"i hope you find someone you'd like to procreate with," you say lightly, pushing yourself off your chair. you quickly gather your things: folders and binders and other loose papers in your arms.

you catch jay looking at you, a pensive look on his face. you stop as you're grabbing your reusable coffee jug.

"no," you deadpan. "not me."

jay's eyes widen, as if realizing he'd said something without really saying anything.

"i—no, wait—i mean...," jay stutters, ears quickly turning red.

you smile, patting jay's shoulder reassuringly. "in case you were thinking about it."

jay's mouth opens and closes like a fish out of water and you can't help but laugh.

"these are desperate times, but i'm hoping it's not too desperate," you add. without waiting for a response, you turn towards the door, already making your way to it.

"besides, dr. isa lee seems more your type," you say over your shoulder one last time before pushing the door open and stepping out into the hallway.

---

"hey."

you look up from the microscope, tearing your attention away from the specimen you were examining. your eyes readjust to their normal focal length as a tall figure enters the lab, perfectly crisp white coat hanging off his broad shoulders, thin-wired spectacles resting on the bridge of his tall, straight nose. your lips feel strangely parched as he makes direct eye contact with you and you're left with no choice but to moisten them with your tongue.

"oh hi, dr. yang."

the other scientist chuckles, setting down a stack of papers on a desk in the corner. "i've been here for three weeks. please, call me jungwon."

you swallow. "right. jungwon."

dr. jungwon yang was a new import from the seoul bunker, having come to your own area's bunker merely a few weeks prior. he was immediately put under your supervision, an addition to your already elite team of biologists, geneticists, and virologists. off the bat, you could tell he was a man of many talents, coming up with unconventional solutions and arriving at answers quicker than anyone else.

his presence in your lab made your heart swell. in pride, adoration, or desire, you're not quite sure.

"uh, yesterday's results are in that binder over there, in case you want to go over them," you begin. jungwon walks over to your side of the long table, peering over the slide loaded into the microscope.

ignoring the way he brushes ever so slightly against you, you continue. "the director's dropping by later this afternoon, but i wouldn't be too bothered with that. he's just looking for someone to blame for the slow progress at this point. if only they could get us those materials we asked for..."

"have you read the memo?" jungwon asks abruptly, straightening up. he towers over you, his eyes downcast as he stares at your face.

"of course, you've read the memo," jungwon corrects himself, chuckling. "what i meant was...what do you think of it?"

"it's a government-issued memo, it hardly matters what i think," you respond, focusing back on your work in front of you, although all you do is stare blankly at the moving microorganisms, mind unfocused with how much of jungwon's perfume you can smell.

"it's your reproductive health that's on the line. i'm pretty sure your opinion counts for something," jungwon says with a pinch in between his eyebrows.

oh, a feminist. that's even hotter.

"okay, yeah. i appreciate the new guidelines they put out," you admit, looking back up at jungwon. "though it's the bare minimum, i'm glad they're letting us keep the autonomy of choosing who to...boink."

jungwon laughs at that.

"and free fertility drugs for anyone who wants or needs it. oh, also, thank god they didn't have the brilliant idea of putting a time limit on it. having read some crazy speculative fiction myself, the things people are willing to do in fiction are crazy. who's to say they can't do the same in real life?" you continue.

you don't notice the way jungwon's smirk grows as he listens.

"kind of makes the whole thing unsexy, don't you think?" jungwon cuts in, raising an eyebrow. you blink, unsure of what he's talking about.

"i'm surprised they're not monitoring us with cameras and hooking us up to EKGs and shit," he adds.

"oh," you say with a soft giggle, finally catching on. "i'm sure some people are into being watched."

"are you?" jungwon asks.

"am i what?" you answer.

"into being watched."

a pause.

you shake your head. "how about you?"

"oh no," jungwon says. "i prefer to keep what's mine for my eyes only."

"hm. possessive. that's kind of sexy," you mumble under your breath, a sudden surge of confidence coursing through you.

jungwon just stares at you, but you can see his pupils dance in amusement, taking in your whole face and all your features. you might have imagined it but he seemed to have peeked down at your chest for a second.

"do you think it's attractive for someone to be into lego-building? or at least, used to be into it. i'd give an arm and a leg for a complete lego set nowadays," jungwon asks, leaning against the table, and only now do you notice the veins running over the back of his hands.

you think about whether his arms are just as veiny.

"do you think it's a good trait to pass on an offspring? lego-building, i mean," he presses on.

"uh, yeah. good problem-solving skills," you answer, humoring his question.

jungwon nods. "do you think leadership skills are important?"

you smile, leaning against the cabinet opposite jungwon. you nudge his foot lightly. "i lead a team of scientists myself. of course, i think leadership skills are important."

"you and i both," jungwon agrees.

jungwon shifts, placing his hands in the pockets of his lab coat.

"how about dimples? do you think dimples are cute?" jungwon asks once more, one corner of his mouth upturned. a deep crease on his cheek appears.

a dimple.

"very," you admit.

"i see."

there's a silence that stretches over the two of you, and the weight of uncertainty is daunting as you stare at a spot on jungwon's tie. finally, after a few seconds, you heave a sigh, unable to take the tension any longer.

"this is the weirdest way anyone has ever flirted with me," you declare, looking up at jungwon through your lashes. he's grinning and you nearly shiver at how utterly attractive you're finding him at this moment.

"but it's effective," jungwon says. that was a statement, not a question.

you tilt your head to the side. "how do you know?"

"because you would have blown me off two minutes ago if it wasn't," jungwon reasons, crossing his arms. by doing this, he just made himself appear even wider than he is.

"always so calculated," you say, impressed.

you stretch your neck, easing your head from side to side, watching as jungwon fixes his gaze on the taut tendons of your neck. "are you also this precise in bed, dr. yang?"

jungwon approaches, a large hand resting on your hip. "that's for you to find out."

your breath hitches as you feel his thumb rub through the fabric of your skirt.

"later?" he asks.

"my place or yours?" you reply, fingertips grazing the front of his polo. you can just about feel the slope and ridges of his toned muscles.

"i'd like to be a gentleman, so mine," jungwon offers. "i'll walk you back to your room after."

"i was kind of hoping i wouldn't need to walk back after," you say, a hint of teasing in your voice.

"is that a challenge?" jungwon says, his other hand pressing firmly on your lower back. he pulls you to him and your hands involuntarily reach out towards his shoulders to steady yourself.

a few seconds pass before any of you speak again.

"that's for you to find out," you say.

---

"kind of weird, isn't it?" jungwon asks, panting against your neck.

your back is pressed firmly against one wall of his sleeping quarters, a wide, loft-like room, similar to yours. a luxury offered only to level 10 government personnel, the room gives its occupants enough space and enough privacy.

and boy, did you need privacy.

"what's weird?" you say breathily, fingers threading through jungwon's hair as he kisses down the column of your neck. his fingers nimbly undo the buttons of your blouse and you whimper when you feel him lick at the valley between your breasts.

"coming up to coworkers or friends then asking them to reproduce with you," jungwon responds, tugging your blouse off of your shoulders.

(you both held enough respect for the institution that employed you both, so your work lab coats were neatly thrown over the back of jungwon's couch before anything got too frisky.)

"see, it's the way you say it that makes it weird," you giggle. you pull jungwon back up to your face, kissing him fervently, tongue licking into his mouth.

"oh yeah? how would you say it?" jungwon challenges as he pulls away slightly, his nose grazing your cheek. he licks a stripe on the underside of your jaw.

"please, jungwon," you whimper, playing up the whine in your voice just a little bit. "need you to knock me up. make me pregnant, please."

jungwon grunts in your ear, reaching behind you to rip the zipper of your skirt down. you let the fabric fall to the floor, stepping out of it quickly, revealing the matching red lace panties you had in tandem with your bra.

"yeah? want me to cum inside you so many times that there won't even be the tiniest chance that you're not pregnant?" jungwon says lowly, kneading one of your boobs in his hands.

you nod, hooking a leg around jungwon's hip, pushing your core right up against the bulge in his pants.

"yes," you breathe out, dragging your clothed pussy over his straining cock. "let's be good citizens and have a whole bunch of kids, yeah?"

jungwon chuckles, hands hurriedly working on his belt. you take this time to kiss up his neck, still rutting against him, desperate for any contact.

"come here," jungwon says through gritted teeth as his pants and boxers fall to the floor. he kicks them off unceremoniously, yanking you towards the couch. your eyes briefly catch the flash of white that were your lab coats.

the two of you fall onto the cushiony surface, with jungwon sitting up and you falling a little less gracefully on him. the two of you laugh as you adjust yourself, righting your posture so you could look at jungwon.

"take this off," jungwon commands, pulling at your panties. you swing off jungwon for a moment, pulling off the garment in record time. you reposition yourself over jungwon, his cock standing tall, hard, and painfully red.

"come on, show me how bad you want those kids," jungwon teases, tucking your hair behind your ear.

you roll your eyes. "you gotta help with the diapers."

a second later, you sink down on jungwon, moaning wantonly at how much he stretches you out, filling you up effortlessly. jungwon throws his head back, his bottom lip pinched between his teeth.

"i'll quit my fucking job at the lab if this is how good it feels to make babies with you," jungwon groans, his fingers digging into the flesh of your hips.

you whimper at his words, rocking back and forth on his lap. you angle your hips a certain way, the tip of his cock kissing at just the perfect spot inside you. you shudder, repeating your movement.

"god, you feel amazing," jungwon praises. "so warm, so tight."

"yeah," you respond. you're gliding up and down his cock, swiveling your hips as fast as you can. you clench down around him, the thought of jungwon cumming inside you your only motivation.

"filling me up so good," you add, watching as jungwon screws his eyes shut, neck shiny with sweat.

you move forward, attaching your lips just below jungwon's ear. you suckle on the salty skin, running your tongue over the spot, savoring the way jungwon lets a moan rip out of him.

"gotta let the whole bunker know this one's mine," you whisper as you let up on jungwon's neck. a faint red spot is left in the wake of your lips on his skin.

in a blink of an eye, your whole world tumbles upside down, jungwon's hands forcing you down on the couch by your waist. in a daze, you realize that jungwon has you pinned under him, his eyes wild with a hungry look in them. he pushes your legs right up against your chest, lining himself up with your entrance.

"the moment you start showing, no one in this goddamn bunker will have a single doubt who gave you that baby," jungwon counters, thrusting into you. he gives you no time to adjust, picking up where you left off.

you cry out, trying to anchor yourself on anything your hands can find. eventually, you find purchase in jungwon's shoulders. he feels your nails digging in, and he mutters a soft 'fuck', speeding up his movements, the wet sounds of his skin slapping against yours so incredibly obscene in the confined space of his room.

"give it to me, please," you say, meeting jungwon's eyes as he continues to fuck into you. his forehead is creased, a look of concentration washing over his face.

"cum inside, fill me up as many times as you want, fuck it deep in me," you continue, cradling jungwon's face in your hands, the tender gesture a contrast to how rough he's bein.

"god," jungwon groans, voice breaking at the end as he speeds up, but then he halts abruptly, his mouth hanging open in a silent moan. you feel him twitch inside you and you gasp, clenching down as hard as you can.

"fuck, yes, milk it all out," jungwon says. he starts to thrust up into you again, watching as his cock is slowly coated with his cum spreading all over your cushy walls.

you whine, your fingers finding their way down to your cunt, your middle and ring finger pressing onto your clit. you rub at it ferociously, the idea of jungwon's sticky release inside of you turning you on impossibly.

"i'm getting hard again, jesus christ," jungwon complains but his movements don't cease. he's shaking from the overstimulation but he wraps his arms around you, pulling your limp form up against him.

"rub that pretty pussy for me, babe," jungwon requests, thrusting up into you shallowly.

"make yourself cum while i fill you up for a second time."

---

"so?"

you jump a little at the sudden intrusion. you look up at jungwon through both of your reflections in your bathroom mirror. three pregnancy tests lie in a neat line on the edge of the sink.

"i just started the timer, jungwon," you reply with a laugh. jungwon turns you around to face him, kissing you briefly.

"hm," you say, looking up at jungwon questioningly. "you never kiss me unless you want something."

"well," jungwon begins, hands slipping under your sweater. "we can always kill time while we wait for the results."

you shake your head, but you're already pressing yourself up against jungwon. "you're insatiable, dr. yang."

jungwon winks at you, undoing your bra under your shirt. "you know it."

"plus, you just look too good in this damn lab coat."

#i cant wait for the rest of the 1k fics #started off so strong #breeding kink ate #thats my shit fr #wonie #enha #enhypen hard hours

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hoonietokki · 11 months

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oh myyy godddd my weakness 😵‍💫😵‍💫 im feeling dizzy

this particular thought came into my mind immediately after reading @jaylaxies first time with hoon thought

tw: consented somno, pet names (hoon calling reader kitten because I'm very much obsessed with the idea)

sunghoon returning home a bit later than usual and sees that you're fast asleep looking ever so pretty in his shirt that now solely belongs to you at this point. but he's not kidding.

something stirs inside him to see the white cotton material on covering your body, your thighs on display, one of them resting over his pillow that you're cuddling in your sleep at the moment.

deciding on showering before joining you, he immediately makes his way to the bathroom with a change of clothes, eyes lingering on you for a bit longer before closing the door.

the shower takes a bit longer than usual but that's only because he couldn't get the image of you out of his mind and he couldn't help but jerk off to the thought of you probably not wearing anything under that shirt of his. how thin and see through the material of that shirt is that your nipples were visible to him.

god, how he wanted to just remove that shirt and bury his face between your legs, to inhale your scent and dive in with his tongue, doing wonders. how he wanted to hear you whimpering in your sleep and moaning his name. how he wanted you to grind against his face and wake up to see him eating you out like a starved man.

all these filthy thoughts about his innocent baby who's always so good to him, always wanting to please him and to hear praises... sunghoon's grip on his cock tightens and he feels his release creeping up on him. his hand picks up speed and so does the thoughts clouding him, how your pretty lips wrap around the head head of his cock, tongue swirling around the tip.

his eyes tighten and seconds later he cums all over his hand, his release washing off with the water from the shower. catching his breath, sunghoon relaxes against the cold tiles of the bathroom wall, water pouring over him and trickling down his bare body; a sight he knows would have you drooling and dripping. god, he was getting all hard again. you had no idea just how much you affected him.

ignoring his growing boner, he quickly continues showering and when all dressed, walks out. however what he saw left him groaning. there you were in all your half naked glory, sunghoon guessed right earlier that you indeed were not wearing anything under that shirt, grinding against sunghoon's pillow. low and helpless whines left you, feeding into sunghoon's already huge ego.

what made him want to tear his hair out and ravage you was his name leaving your lips, begging him in your dream. sunghoon thanked the day you and him had a little chat about using each other when either one of you is asleep and how it was something you really wanted to experiment on. tonight was the perfect time to fulfill your fantasy, both literally and figuratively.

discarding the towel around his shoulders, sunghoon softly makes his way to you and climbs on the foot of the bed, your figure laid before him... one of the prettiest views he has ever seen. he easily maneuvers your body and now you're sprawled on your back, his pillow stained with your wetness. he gets on his knees and spreads your legs to reveal your glistening folds and strings of arousal. his mouth waters and he licks his lips before leaning down and pressing his lips to your clit to leave a kiss.

the touch is enough for you to be interrupted from your wet dream. eyes fluttering open, feeling something warm and wet, something that feels like you're ascending to the seventh heaven.. you see your boyfriend going down on you, a sight you can never get enough of.

"hoonie..?"

sunghoon looks up at you, mouth still busy between your thighs, leaving kisses and licks. he sits up only to push you to lie back on the bed, caressing your cheek with his knuckles.

"shh kitten.. let hoonie take care of you"

permanent taglist: @ddeonuism @jaylaxies

#i love somno so much #the way i would let this man do anything to me ajshsuwnjsjs #kicking my blankets #enhypen hard hours #hoonie #enha

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hoonietokki · 1 year

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actually genuinely screaming sobbing fr sosososososososoos good soooo delicious,, ><

a little taste | jjk (m.)

the one with just the tip.

[ ‘ a little taste ’ series masterpost ]

pairing: jungkook x f!reader

rating: 18+ (minors dni)

genre/warnings: established relationship, smut (pwp), unprotected s✩x (this is fictional, don't do it irl folks), cre✩mpie, jungoo is an ✩ss grabber, he's also a lil shit, 2 secs of dirty talk?, swearing, they're both frustrated lol, zero editing pls forgive me

word count: 1.3k

note: happy sunday errbody! we got a surprise ALT drop 🥳 i have no excuse, i woke up this morning and wrote this in one sitting before i even got out of bed lmao. have fun all u horndawgs <3

— as always, i’d appreciate any thoughts or comments you may have, and please drop a like and/or reblog if you enjoy reading ♡

You know how you got here, and the reason is very stupid.

It always starts with a meaningless discussion, really.

You two were having a quiet night in, cuddling on the couch and watching a rerun of your favorite TV show when a raunchy joke popped up, which somehow (because bless Jungkook’s brain and his useless ability to jump from point A all the way to point Z in a blink of an eye) led to the infamous “Just the Tip” debate.

You were taking the Negative, for obvious reasons, and he was on the Affirmative side. Jungkook wasn’t arguing that all men could handle themselves when their literal dick is inside of a woman; more so that he, this one specific individual, easily could.

And you suppose that’s why you’re here, trying to settle the argument, the both of you naked from the waist down. His hard cock pokes at your entrance as his eyes twinkle with a mischievous glint. Jungkook is always so competitive, but he sometimes forgets that you are too, and you’ll try your goddamn hardest to make sure he loses this one.

Okay, maybe it’s not just a silly little debate. It might have escalated into a silly little bet, one that involves the loser having to fold the laundry for a whole month.

Which so happens to be your least favorite chore.

Which only gives you more incentive to win.

Men are simple creatures, how hard can this be?

You bite your lip as he pushes in, just the tip, then stills. The stretch is a little dry at first, and a tad uncomfortable. You barely prepped before both of your shorts flew off somewhere in favor of you wanting to prove a point. Jungkook’s fingers slip through your folds to find your clit, fondling the nub until he could feel you getting wetter by the second, coating the tip of his cock in your slick.

“Ready to lose?” you ask coyly, to which he only responds with a playful scoff before he pulls his hips back, nearly slipping out of you in the process. He bucks forward again, and you can already tell that he’s trying to hold back, to be mindful of how shallow his thrusts have to be lest he wants to give you a few more inches than necessary.

“Fuck,” a tiny, whiny, moan escapes your lips, barely audible to your own ears but Jungkook catches it. He smirks at you triumphantly, never stopping his movements down there. God, you’re really not used to this. Whenever you two are on each other, it’s always hard and unrestrained, purely focused on making the other feel as good as possible.

How the hell is he so good at this?

Maybe you should’ve known. What can’t Jungkook do?

You keep expecting more every time he pulls back, anticipating that his cock will fill you to the brim like it always does. But then he gives you just the fucking tip - which you suppose is fair; that’s the whole point of this idiotic bet after all - and you swear you could burst from frustration.

Jungkook senses your inner turmoil, how you’re trying to keep yourself from begging him to fuck you silly. You can’t say you’re surprised when he tugs his t-shirt over his head - in that insanely hot way that guys do! - and throws it recklessly across the room, flexing his abs and biceps at you. It’s like his tattoos have a mind of their own, the intricate ink winking at you with his every move like it’s mocking you, tempting you.

What’s on the line again?

Oh, right, laundry. Fuck!

You’re positively dripping with arousal, a want - no, a need - that he just won’t satiate. “That’s not fair,” you complain, even though your hands are already reaching for him, pulling him closer so you could touch him all over.

“Who said anything about fair?” he says before he kisses you, his tongue slipping past the seal of your lips to taste you. He moans against your mouth as his fingers sneak down to squeeze your bare ass.

So he wants to play dirty? Well, you can do dirty too.

You time his thrusts so that when he ruts forward, you clench around his cock.

That’s when you feel it. Him, deeper and throbbing inside of you.

For the first time since this started, you have the upper hand.

You break the kiss only to narrow your eyes at him. “That felt like more than just the tip,” you purr.

Jungkook groans, but it sounds more like a growl than anything. Okay, he’s really competitive. His hands dig into your ass so roughly that you’re pretty sure it will bruise in the morning. His hips stop moving entirely, trapping his cock within your walls where it’s achingly, deliciously hard.

You can practically feel his self-control slipping away, and all over a single clench?!

It might’ve taken you a bit longer than expected but alas, men are simple creatures.

You squeeze around him again, just for kicks. “What’s the matter, baby?” you tease, enjoying the way his eyebrows knit together tightly, almost like he’s angry. “Ready to admit defea– Oh!”

Then, that motherfucker shuts you right up. Jungkook shoves his whole length inside of you until he bottoms out, aided by the wetness that gushes out of you. He gives you a single grunt as the base of his cock rubs against your clit, the tension in your belly amping up tenfold when you feel him, so fucking deep in you because that’s where he belongs. This is what you wanted.

“What’s the matter, baby?” he mocks you with a sly smirk, though he doesn’t give you any time to answer before he starts fucking you with fervor, pounding you into the couch - or the next dimension - like he’s got a personal vendetta.

“I– fuck–!” If you could formulate a coherent response, you would shoot him back a retort - You lost! - but whoops, all rational thought flew out the window the second he rewarded you with his cock. It’s absolutely insane how easily he’s able to render you speechless just like that.

You struggle to even moan his name, for crying out loud. Jungkook holds your legs open so he could fuck you better, the tip of his cock kissing your g-spot with every thrust, sending you embarrassingly quickly to the edge you’ve been looking for. You hold onto him for dear life, nails digging into his shoulders and making him grunt from the added pain. It’s right there, you’re so close…

“C’mon,” he purrs, ducking down to suck a mark into the skin of your neck, “come for me. I know you want to.”

Just a few more thrusts and you’re falling right into that sea of bliss that awaits you at the bottom of the cliff. You come hard around his cock as a shout rips itself free from your throat - not even of his name, or anything in particular - and Jungkook is falling right behind you. He empties himself inside of you with a broken moan, warm ropes of his cum painting your velvety walls white.

You hold onto each other like that for a while longer, neither of you caring about how his softening cock is letting your combined release trickle out of you and onto the material of the couch. You play with his hair as he kisses your neck softly, and when he finally props himself up on his forearms to look down at you, there’s something so sweet in his gaze that makes you flush all over.

It almost makes you forget about what you’ve been playing for. Rationality starts crawling back in again after the dicking down you just had.

Almost being the keyword. Too bad for your boyfriend though.

“I won,” you say happily, giving him your brightest grin.

“Did you really win though?” he asks, eyes narrowing playfully at you. Always the negotiator, this one. “Or did you want me to fuck you so badly that I let you win?”

“I won. You said just the tip and then you gave me your whole dick. Now prepare to fold the laundry for a whole month.”

#actually threw my phone across the room #twiddling my toes fr #grrrrr i love playful competitions #koo

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hoonietokki · 1 year

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cupid ! - park sunghoon [TEASER]

"cupid really shot and missed with that one"

paring ; park sunghoon x fem!reader

genre ; childhood best friends, fluff, slight drama/ lil angst, slice of life

warnings ; swearing, drinking, implied suggestive scenes

estimated wordcount ; 8k-10k+

synopsis ; best friends since early on in their childhood, y/n begins to develop feelings for someone who she knows she shouldn't have, sunghoon. yet, things don't make it any easier on her when he makes it evident he doesn't believe in love.

read teaser below the cut !

-"oh! what about hyeonju! shes pretty, smart, athletic, and she kinda looks like your ex-" "swim team captain? cool, but no thanks."

heeseung tilted his head in response. "why not? shes exactly your type and has all the qualities you said you wanted in a girl."

“she sounds great but i’d prefer to date someone who doesn’t smell like chlorine half the day.” sunghoon shrugged as he walked into the kitchen.

“okay, well. what about y/n?”

sunghoon stopped in his tracks, choking on the water he had just pulled out the fridge.

“are you serious?”

“i am deadass.” heeseung clarified.

his best friend could only laugh in response, slapping the island as tears practically pricked in the corners of his eyes.

“you’re crazy if you think i’d ever date her- i mean, she’s practically like a sister!” sunghoon chuckled as he began to calm down.

“she deserves someone better than you..” heeseung mumbled under his breath.

“what was that?” sunghoon lifted a brow in confusion.

“nothing. but, if you’re so insistent on not wanting to date, what’s the point of sleeping around at parties? don’t you think that’s a little fucked up?”

“hey, don’t forget where you came from before you met us.” sunghoon expressed before walking down the hall of their shared dorm, clearly annoyed.

full story coming soon<3

#tbr !!#sounds like a lovely concept #i love slow burn lnaoaoaoao #hoonie #enha

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hoonietokki · 1 year

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WAHHHHHHHHHHHHH SOSOSO YUMMY you did great phewww

Tiny.

Sunghoon x Reader

A/N: verbal Feedback please it’s been a hot minute since I’ve written stuff 😔<3333

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“Seems you were lying to me when you said it wouldn’t fit, huh princess?” Sunghoon cooed as spread your folds, watching as your cunt tried to accommodate another inch.

“Because i-it can’t-” your sentence was cut short as Sunghoon fully pushed himself in, his pelvis now pressed against yours. You couldn’t do anything but squirm as you he so “kindly” let you get used to his size, snickering to himself as you tried to close your legs at the sensation.

“Don’t close your legs princess,” Sunghoon tsked as his hands went to your knees to keep them apart, the pads of his fingers stroking the flesh softly. He leant down so his form now lay in between your legs, preventing you from closing them and squirming around too much.

“When you do that your pussy tightens around me and then I can’t move,” he cooed at you gently, completely pulling himself out before thrusting back in languidly. You felt a choked groan leave your throat as your walls stretched once again, unable to move much as Sunghoon’s weight pressed down on you.

“Look at that, your tiny cunt is already taking me much easier this time, it seems even more eager to have me back inside you,” Sunghoon couldn’t help but tease as trickles of essence coated his pelvis and your folds, his finger collecting the droplets that escaped the base of his member.

“Suck,” he ordered as he pressed his index and middle finger against your lips, cooing at you when obeyed immediately. Sunghoon took the opportunity to begin thrusting in and out of you at a languid but brutal bace, your hands wrapping around his forearm as muffled squeals and whines attempted to escape your mouth.

You tried to open your mouth to speak but only incomplete phrases and sentences and Sunghoon cocked his head in feigned innocence, his carob eyes glinting with mischief.

“Don’t speak with your mouth full princess, it’s very unladylike,” Sunghoon couldn’t help but tease, retracting his fingers and letting the drops of saliva drop down your stomach.

“Now speak.”

“H-hoonie something feels weird in my belly,” you gasped out as Sunghoon pulled out and began rubbing your clit with pointer finger, the weird sensation only your legs to shake.

“Mmmm, it looks like you’re about to squirt princess. I thought you said that you couldn’t huh? Is that another lie,” Sunghoon mocked softly, opting to use his tip to nudge against your clit.

Your hands began clawing at his chest and you avidly shook your head, unable to stop shaking as you felt something tingle in your belly.

“I can’t I’m not sure it just-” you were cut short as the tingle in your belly snapped and you felt your thighs get soaked from your own essence, your nails leaving crimson marks against his alabaster skin.

Sunghoon only chuckled and slid his member fully back in, fangs bearing as he smiled mischivieously at you.

“Mmm well I suppose we should go again then huh? After all, first time is luck second time means you can really do it…”

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A/N: sooo yah let me know verbally if I haven’t lost my smut writing touch yet ASDFASDF

#i love so mucj fr #but oofofofofofofo want this so bad #lmaoananan #degration from hoonie seems like a dream´͈ ᵕ `͈ ♡°◌̊#hoonie #enha

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hoonietokki · 1 year

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omfomfofmfkfmfkfkfkfmfkfodfmfkfk soosso good omgmgmgfgff edging at its finest pls actually insane TT you did amazing :,)

better boyfriend – park sunghoon

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pairing: fashion student sunghoon x afab reader (feat. sports major heeseung)

genre: angst, more suggestive (mdni)

plot: you find sports major heeseung hot, but your best friend sunghoon isn't too happy with the idea of losing you.

warnings: reader likes heeseung but not really just finds him hot, sunghoon is a little jealous, use of the nickname brat, sunghoon is hinted at being a dom, mild grinding over the clothes. another one that is more suggestive than smutty, sorry not sorry. full on smut is coming i just like to tease myself with suggestive writing.

wc: 1747

Park Sunghoon hated the way you stared at Lee Heeseung as he played football outside. You were both fashion students, and you were both seated beside one another at the only available window in the classroom. You found it the perfect chance to ogle the famed and extremely handsome sports major.

Sunghoon grabbed the edge of your chair and pulled you closer to him, further away from the window. He scowled. He had been waiting years for you to look at him that way, but you never spared him a second glance half the time.

Or so he thought.

In the dark of movie theatres, or between gaps in conversations where he gave another one of your friends his full attention to discuss their opinions—that was when you stared at him in the same way, if not with more burning passion behind your eyes.

You turned your head rapidly to stare at Sunghoon with a glare at the sudden movement, but he kept his head forward as if he was laser focused on every word your tutor said. You couldn’t help but admire how beautiful he looked, especially since he had dyed his hair back to its original colour as of recent weeks.

You bit the inside of your cheek. No, you refused to think about Sunghoon out of all people in that way. He was… Sunghoon. Sweet, kind, friendly Sunghoon. But you did think about him that way. When your hand slipped down your body at night, it was his name you chanted in your mind like a mantra.

“Stop staring at me,” He whispered through gritted teeth. Your cheeks burned hot to the touch at his words of catching you out, and you wanted to reach a hand out to slap him.

“Me? Staring? At you?” You scoffed, but the waver in your voice gave you away. “As if. In your dreams, Park,” You snapped, Sunghoon finally turning his head to look into your eyes.

“Baby, trust me, you don’t want to know what I do to you in my dreams,” He sounded serious, not even a lift of a corner of his lips.

You felt your body get impossibly hotter if you even thought that human feasible, only just realising how close your faces were due to his previous actions on your chair when you felt his breath fan your face. You gasped and snapped your head to the front of the class, acting as if you had been paying attention the whole time.

Sunghoon’s lip finally turned up at the corner into a smirk, turning his own head to watch the tutor while his arm rested lazily over the back of your chair.

***

“Stand still,” Sunghoon snapped, his hand slapping your thigh lightly. You groaned and tried not to wiggle, but you felt like your legs were becoming jelly.

“How much longer do I have to stand here?” You asked, staring down at him as he tried to pin the two pieces of material together. He reached the bottom of your leg and then nodded, pushing back on his swivel chair to admire his work in full.

You couldn’t help but notice though that even over the fabric, you felt his touch linger as if it broke his heart to pull away from you. You tried to compose yourself the best you could. You couldn’t give into your intrusive thoughts, not when you weren’t sure about his feelings for you.

Sunghoon stared at the two toned pants, chewing the pen in his hand before he let out a loud, long sigh. You groaned at his response, holding onto the wall beside you for dear life. “They look fine, for fuck sake, please get this off me so I can sit down. This has been going on for hours.”

Sunghoon stared up at you, his eyes a little hard. “If your legs give in this easy from just standing in place, then how will you handle having sex? Bet you’re the type to get cramp after a minute or something.”

You slapped the top of his head, Sunghoon yelling out a ‘hey’ in response. His hands grabbed the backs of your thighs, his chin coming to rest on your stomach. You stared down at him, butterflies erupting in your stomach.

“What was that for?” He asked, his lips pouted.

“That was for insulting my stamina, asshole,” You snapped, but the smile you made betrayed your faux anger.

Sunghoon nuzzled his chin more into you, lazily smiling as his hands rubbed the backs of your thighs. “Shall we get out of these. Maybe then you can show me just how much stamina you actually have?”

“Is that a dare?” You asked, your hand coming down to push the fallen hair back out of his face.

Sunghoon shook his head. He hummed, and turned his head to one side. “See it as a confession of sorts. Not a proper one, obviously. I need to prepare better for that.”

“A confession?” You choked out, letting out a huff of a breathy laugh. “Don’t joke with me like that Sunghoon.”

His smile dropped, his face serious. His fingers dug a little too hard into the backs of your thighs. “Do I look like I’m joking?”

You sucked in a breath, trying to squirm away from Sunghoon. You almost fell backwards off the black wooden box he situated you on, but his hands were swift to protect you from any harm.

He said no more as he pulled his body away from yours, his delicate fingers pulling out the pins and placing them in a cushion beside him. Once the whole front side was separated from the back, the material fell from your legs in a puddle and you felt exposed, vulnerable.

Being the gentleman he was, Sunghoon turned away from you and for extra measure, he closed his eyes. You could see it all in the mirror situated before you both. You bit the inside of your cheek, deciding it best to shoot your shot now only to be told it was a joke rather than wait and get rejected later on.

You climbed off the box and made your way to his chair, walking around. You rest your hands on his shoulders and straddled is lap. Still, he kept his eyes closed.

“You can open your eyes,” You whispered.

In an instant, they flickered opened. You felt your heart beat rise, and his fingers ghosted over your hips. You wanted to sit down further against him, wrap your arms around his neck and kiss his plush lips.

But could you really cross that boundary? Risk your friendship that way?

A part of you begged to cross the boundary, while another feared losing him.

You listened to the former thoughts finding the risks outweighing the fear of him finding someone else.

Your hands moved from his shoulders to gently hold his jaw, your eyes locked in on his lips. You parted yours, begging for him to touch you, show you somehow it was okay for you to be like this with him.

“What are you doing, my pretty girl? Tell me what’s going on in that pretty head of yours,” He asked, gulping ever so slightly. His hands had the opposite reaction, they acted confident as his thumbs rubbed at your bare skin just under the hem of your shirt.

You shifted on his lap and mumbled, “I don’t like Heeseung. He’s hot, sure, but… I don’t like him,” You mumbled, one of your hands moving around his head to his hair. Your fingers gently raked his scalp, Sunghoon closing his eyes and humming in response.

“And who do you like?” He asked quietly, his hands squeezing your sides ever so slightly.

You lead down enough so your lips could ghost over his, joking, “That actor Lee Jongsuk.”

Sunghoon’s eyes flew open, his stare hard. He moved his hands to your ass, gripping roughly as he held onto you and stood from the chair. “I dare you to say that again.”

You hummed, smirking. “Aw, is my little baby Sunghoon scared of losing me?”

Sunghoon scoffed and rolled his eyes. “Don’t test me, pretty girl. I’m only going easy on you because you’re not officially mine. The second you admit you’re madly in love with me, your ass is going to be on fire from my spanking because you’re being a little brat.”

You giggled and pecked his lips, pulling away. At first, he tried to chase after your lips, but you stopped himself. “Say it, tell me you’re mine.”

You faux pouted, pressing your pout against his lips for a brief second once again. “Why don’t you want to share me?”

“Because I don’t like to share what’s mine,” He stated a little too harsh, causing you to rush out a babble of promises that it was him you liked, and you belonged to him only alongside a mess of a confession about your true feelings for him.

Sunghoon smirked, one of his hands landing a soft spank on your ass. “Good girl,” He compliment before he navigated his way to the other side of his room to rest you on his bed. He instantly slotted himself between your legs, pressing his crotch hard against yours. His sweatpants were the thin kind, causing you to feel the curves of his cock pressed into the thin material of your underwear.

He teasingly ground into you, smirking as his lips ghosted over yours. “Fuck,” You whispered, your lips chasing after his but he just pulled back. “Don’t tease me, please,” you pouted.

Sunghoon didn’t want to give in, he for sure wanted to fuck you as hard as he could so he was engraved in your brain, in your veins. But he wanted to also show you just how much he could treat you better, make you feel real good. So he decided not to go for the rough route…

For that night at least.

Sunghoon pecked your lips several times before he finally fully pressed his lips to yours, moving slowly. The kiss was sweet, gentle, and full of hidden love. Sunghoon parted his lips into the kiss, his tongue playfully poking at your bottom lip. His hips ground into yours, trying to elicit a pretty moan from you.

As if right on cue, you made the sound he was dying to hear. He rest his head in your neck, muttering more so to himself. “I’m fucked…”

#im going crazy fr #very delicious #pls pls part 2 pls #i love mean dom hoonie sosososo much <3 #hoonie #enha #chefs fucking kiss

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hoonietokki · 1 year

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R U Mine, BunBun? | JJK

PAIRING: Boyfriend!Jungkook x Fem!reader

RATING/GENRE: 18+, college AU, established relationship, angst, smut, fluff

WC: 12k

WARNINGS: Alright, so here's what we've got: Strong af Jungkook, boyfriend material Jungkook x100, BunBun, fingering in the bathtub, handjob in the bathtub, nipple play, overprotective bf Jungkook, CALVIN KLEIN JK 🫡, doggystyle, spanking, multiple orgasms, sub!reader dom!Jk, creampie, "Like this? Huh? Love this?”, major character development for Jungkook <3, he got a tattoo for her🥺, mommy Jihyo, Taehyung trying to be funny, Jennie always being right.

SYNOPSIS: Moving in with Jungkook brings its challenges, and to make things even more complicated, Jisung, one of your closest friends, has been acting weird lately. Just as you're starting to worry that your friendship might be in trouble, Jisung shows up uninvited with some news that leaves you reeling. You're not sure how to react or even how to feel. You love Jungkook, but Jisung has been a constant presence in your life for so long.

Will you really just let go of that friendship without a fight? You're not sure what the future holds, but one thing is certain: life is about to get a lot more complicated.

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AN: Get ready for a real treat below the cut, juicy, steamy, and downright delicious fluff and smut (ᴀɴᴅ ᴀɴɢsᴛ) to feast your eyes on. It's the perfect way to add some spice to your day and indulge in some guilty pleasures. So sit back, relax, and enjoy the ride! 😎

“Stop carrying the heavy boxes, bun-bun. I told you to take a break,”

Jungkook mockingly scolds you, amused by your stubbornness as he watches you place down yet another one of the heavy boxes inside the apartment.

Standing there, he observes your efforts to stabilize yourself after setting down the heavy box. He seems to find your struggling cute and even goes so far as to give your cheek an affectionate pinch once you finally manage to balance.

Jungkook's looks good, with a striking resemblance to a professional runway model every single day, he's ready to grace the pages of any top-tier fashion magazine—maybe Vogue or GQ. With his chiselled features and unique sense of style, it's no wonder why he has the confidence of one.

"Bun" he tries to catch your attention back to him, making your eyes look up with a glimmer.

“But,” you argue, panting heavily. You had hired people to help you with the move, but part of you still wanted to do it all yourself. “we've only got like 10 boxes left. It'll be easy work.” You pout.

Jungkook rolls his eyes and shakes his head, teasingly. “You know, you don't have to do everything alone. That's what I'm there for, right?” he says, trying to convince you to take a break for a moment.

You sighed deeply, feeling a sense of frustration wash over you. You knew deep down that he was right, but it still felt like you needed to prove yourself. It was almost as if you were forcing him to do these things, even though that wasn't the case at all.

As you watched him brush back his sweaty black hair, you couldn't help but feel a pang of envy. It was always impressive how he seemed to effortlessly take charge of the situation while you struggled to keep up. But then again, maybe it's not just about physical strength. Maybe he has a natural talent for these kind of challenges.

"Fine, you wanna help?" he chuckled, turning to face you.

You nodded, excited to get an opportunity to 'prove' yourself.

Watching as he thanked another worker for bringing up a box full of your kitchen utensils he smiles at you "Go and call Taehyung and Jihyo and ask them when they'll be here," he chuckles when you pout "Don't worry I'll be fine with the rest"

You nodded, feeling a newfound sense of purpose; calling up the people that promised not to be late and show up at exactly 8 am to help. It was now 9.

You had been waiting for Jihyo's arrival all day, knowing her and Jennie were one of the only people that could calm you in stressful situations like these—besides Jungkook, of course.

“They'll be here any minute now” you say as you pass Jungkook, ready to grab another box that was probably twice your weight.

Your boyfriend looked at you with a mixture of concern and annoyance. He knew that you had a tendency to push yourself too hard, and he didn't want you to hurt yourself. "Not so fast, bun," he said, his tattooed hand coming to rest on your waist. "I said no more heavy stuff. Let me take that for you."

You hesitated for a moment, torn between your ego and Jungkook's wishes. Ultimately, you knew that he was right. You handed him the box and watched as he easily lifted it onto his shoulder.

Sitting on the cold floor, watching as Jungkook places down another smaller box—his workout stuff, your stomach growls a bit.

"How many more?" you ask, curious about when youd be able to have lunch.

"I think 2 or 3?, but I'm not entirely sure. We should be done soon," he said, exhaling deeply.

"Take a look into that blue box over there. My mom packed us a bunch of food for today. Maybe youll find something that you like." Jungkook gestured towards the box in the corner of the room.

"You don't have to wait for me. If you're feeling hungry, eat."

Nodding you stand up, walking to the cooling box; it was filled with an array of delicious treats, ranging from sandwiches to fruit to chips. You could tell that Jungkook's mom had put a lot of thought and care into packing the food, ensuring that there was something for everyone—even those weird protein muffins Jungkook loved to snack on before work.

“Man this is nice” Taehyung sighs as he sits down on the sofa you guys—him and Jungkook—build up.

It was around noon when you finally finished unboxing the most important items for your new home and as you looked around, you realized that there was still so much more to do.

“guess who chose it, give you a tip; it wasn't Jungkook” Smiling, you wink, crossing your arms.

"I know," Taehyung replies. "And it's all thanks to our teamwork. Aka me and Jungkook doing the dirty work while you two." He points at his girlfriend then you, "stood there and chitchatted.”

Taehyung was feeling particularly proud of himself and his work, given that he rarely did anything to help you or Jungkook, preferring to sit down and relax.

"Come on, don't act too proud," You decide to have some fun and tease Taehyung a bit. "I was working just as hard as everyone else. I remember me and Jihyo being the ones to make you guys snacks earlier"

Hitting his friend, Jungkook gives Taehyung a glare. "Of course you were," Taehyung says looking at you, surprised by your sudden outburst. realizing his mistake. "I didn't mean that you weren't doing your fair share of the work. I was just joking around."

You nod, laughing a bit. "It's okay," you say, "I just wanted to make sure that our efforts were acknowledged." You wink, giggling along with Jihyo when you saw the panic on her boyfriend's face.

Jungkook smiles, "Of course they are. We couldn't have done it without you." He puts his arm around you, "You guys are an important part of the team, bun-bun"

As Jungkook runs his hand up and down your thigh, you can feel the warmth of his touch spreading through your body, tattooed hand just looking way to good on top of your skin.

When you lean in for a quick peck, savouring the moment, Jihyo interrupts, sitting up and taking Taehyung's hand, a smile on her face. "We should go," she says, breaking the moment between you and Jungkook, making you giggle.

"Don't stress too much about the move. Take your time and make sure to get everything in order. Moving can be a hastle" she says from experience, "but it's important to stay organized and prioritize your needs, especiallyyou y/n, I know you"

You take her words to heart and feel happy for her support. You're reminded of all the times she's been there for you and how much you love hanging out with her "Will do, mommy," you say with a playful tone, returning her wink. You and her share a warm smile before Taehyung chimes in, "Right, we're leaving then before your girlfriend steals mine, and we're both homeless."

You chuckle at his comment, thanking them once again for coming and helping giving Jihyo a big hug.

Taehyung and Jungkook join in, creating a group hug, and Jihyo is dragged along with her boyfriend as they leave.

"What's up with you huh?" Jennie inquires with a curious tone, her head slowly lifting from her phone as you both sit on the only piece of furniture in the new home you now share with Jungkook.

She glances around the room, taking in the blank walls and the empty bookshelves—ready to be filled with your collection of all versions of Harry Potter books.

As she does so, you notice the sunlight filtering through the window and casting a warm glow on the floor. You and Jungkook have a lot of work to do to make this space feel like home.

You shrug your shoulders and let out a deep sigh. "It's just that I'm feeling a bit lonely lately," you say, adjusting your position on the grey velvet couch.

"I miss our old place and the familiarity of the old neighbourhood. I didn't know moving to a new place can be this overwhelming sometimes, you know?" You pause for a moment, lost in thought. "And to make matters worse, Jisung hasn't contacted me since the move. It's not that it's super important, but we usually text about everything. I just hope he's doing okay-" you trail off

"And that our friendship isn't fading away or something." You sigh, staring out the window at the unfamiliar surroundings. "I guess I just need some time to adjust.”

Jennie sits up, her long black hair cascading over her shoulders. She quirks her head, studying you with a concerned expression. “You shouldn't worry too much honey. I'm sure he's just busy with his girlfriend or whatever,” she says reassuringly, her voice soft and gentle.

She pauses for a moment, her gaze still fixed on you. “But if you need someone to talk to, I'm always here for you. I know it can be tough dealing with all this pressure” She reaches out and takes your hand, giving it a comforting squeeze. “You don't have to go through this alone” She smiles, her eyes warm and kind, and hits your shoulder playfully. “And hey, if worse comes to worst, we can always go out and have some fun to take your mind off things!” ah there she was, the old Jennie.

“I don't think I have the energy to go out and party after moving” you sigh, leaning back on the sofa and closing your eyes.

The move had been exhausting, and your body ached from all the heavy lifting. You couldn't imagine going out and socializing, not when all you wanted was to relax and unwind. “We should prepare dinner or something, I'm bored and hungry,” you suggest.

Cooking had always been a way for you to destress, and the thought of chopping vegetables and stirring pots was oddly comforting. Plus, you were excited to try out the new kitchen in your new home. Who knew what creations you could whip up with all of the extra counter space?

As you start to brainstorm meal ideas with Jennie, you can feel your energy returning, thoughts about Jisung fading and you realize that maybe a quiet night in is exactly what you need after all.

"So, girl, tell me," Jennie speaks up as she snacks on the carrots you were cutting, doing the exact opposite of helping, but you didn't mind. "Any drama with Jungkook since moving in?" She raises a brow, looking at you expectantly.

"Why do you think so?" you laugh, quirking a brow.

You remember the early days of your relationship, when every disagreement felt like a literal personal attack. But now, after almost a year together, you've learned to communicate more 'effectively'. Still, you're not immune to the occasional disagreement.

"I mean, we've had a couple of small arguments here and there, but nothing major," you reply with a shrug. "Just the occasional 'i want this here but he thinks it looks better over there' kinda thing,” you say smiling.

"But overall, we're doing great and really enjoying each other's company, especially since we didn't have much time to see each other these last few weeks" You smile, remembering the cute moments you've already shared with Jungkook in your new 'naked' home.

“I don't know, Jungkook just seems a bit sensitive sometimes” Jennie shakes her head, thinking back to the time he punched Jisung on the camping trip. “Still holding a grudge?” You laugh, remembering the way Jisung's nose bled for a good ten minutes afterwards.

“Well, I can't really blame him for that, though. Jisung was really annoying the whole trip, and Jungkook had been dealing with a lot of emotions. Plus, he apologized afterwards and even offered to pay for Jisung's medical bills. But I guess it's safe to say he regrets it.” Jennie adds rolling her eyes.

You shake your head. "Jisung was never annoying. If anything, he was confused"

As you continue to stir the veggies in the pan, you think for a second before adding; "Anyway, Jungkook has been more emotional lately. He's been working long hours at his job and has been struggling to balance that with his personal life." You try to reason. You can definitely tell how much this relationship has changed him for good—not that he was a bad person before—but he is definitely learning to act more with his heart rather than fists.

"You know that Jungkook is an incredibly kind person at heart. He always goes out of his way to help those around him and has been a consistently wonderful friend to you throughout the years." You understand that Jennie may have some reservations about him, but it's important to remember that he's not just your boyfriend—he's also someone who genuinely cares for you and wants to see you happy, always.

And while it's true that there's always a risk of getting hurt in any relationship, you truly believe that the love and support you share with Jungkook is one to keep.

“You know I will never like anyone who's dating you, bestie, no one will ever be good enough for you” Jennie says playfully as she takes a bite of her snack.

She has always been protective of you, and it’s one of the many things you love about her. You chuckle and shake your head, knowing that you would be the same way if the tables were turned.

You both stay in comfortable silence for a moment, enjoying each other's company.

"Jennie, would you mind passing me the sa-"

You're unable to complete the sentence as you gaze at the person behind Jennie, holding a bouquet of chocolates and a smile on his face. The sight of him brings a smile to yours, and you feel happy to see him finally home after his almost 10-hour shift at his dad's company. It must have been a long and tiring day for him, but he still managed to bring home a sweet gift for you.

"Kook"

Jungkook places another load of rose scented foam on your head, and you can't help but giggle. You enjoy the scent and the feeling of the foam on your hair, but Jungkook seems to be going overboard. "Okay, okay, stop," you say, trying to contain your laughter. "Don't want to look too cute," he says teasingly, pulling out his phone to take a picture. As Jungkook continues to 'style' your hair, you can't help but feel grateful for his attention and care. You never knew you'd missed him this much until now, since the past few weeks have just been 'moving moving moving.'

You let out a content sigh as the warm water enveloped your body, soothing your tired muscles. You couldn't help but appreciate the serenity of this moment, with the soft glow of the candles flickering in the background and the scent of roses filling the air. Jungkook was humming a tune, his eyes closed in relaxation. You couldn't help but marvel at how blessed you were.

As you basked in the warmth of the bath, you couldn't help but think about how much your relationship with Jungkook has grown over time. You remember the first time you met, feeling nervous and excited at the same time. You both started out as friends—but it quickly became clear that there was something special between you. There were some bumps in the road, of course, like the time you had your first big argument over none other than Jisung. But you worked through it together, and it only made your bond stronger.

Moments like this, where you can just relax and enjoy each other's company, make you feel grateful for having Jungkook in your life.

"What are you thinking about?" Jungkook's low voice broke you out of your reverie, making you smile up at him, reaching to boop his nose. "Us," you replied, feeling a warm flush creep up your cheeks. "I can't help but wonder about what's in store for us, about where our paths will take us." You took a deep breath, trying to put your thoughts into words. "Sometimes it feels like we're moving so fast, like everything is happening all at once. But then there are moments like this, when we can just be together and enjoy each other's company, that makes me feel like everything is going to be okay."

You leaned into him, resting your head on his shoulder, feeling a mix of emotions. You couldn't help but feel a little insecure, despite how strong your relationship with Jungkook was. You had been through so much together, but you still had fears. That's why you had to ask him the question that was weighing on your mind: "You won't ever leave me, right?"

Jungkook's eyes widened in surprise as he sat up in the bathtub, his arms around you protectively; He could sense your worry. "Hey, of course not," he said, his voice calm and reassuring. "I'm not going anywhere. We're together, okay?"

You felt a sense of relief wash over you as you rested your head back on his inked chest. "Good, cause I love you too much"

“And I love you” Jungkook's hand found your chin, lifting it so you'd look at him. His deep brown eyes were full of emotion as he spoke. “So much, more than anything else in this world,” he says, his thumb gently stroking your cheek.

You nod, of course, you believe him, but you also knew that recent events with Jisung had left him feeling insecure about the relationship between you and him.

"I know what happened with Jisung was hard for you. But you have to trust me when I say that there is nothing between us. You are the only person I want to be with now and forever,” you sincerely say, looking back at him with so much love. As you sit there, looking into his eyes, you remember all the good times you two have shared together. You remember the way he likes to tickle you and make you laugh so hard, you could barely breathe. You love how he holds you tightly in his arms, making you feel safe and secure.

"I still have so much more love to give," you continue, feeling your heart swell with emotion. "It's like my chest feels like it's going to burst with all this love. I want to share my life with you, to grow old with you, to have children with you. I want to travel the world with you, to experience new things, and to create unforgettable memories together. I want to be your best friend, your lover, your partner in crime. I want to be the one who makes you laugh, who wipes away those tears you hide from me, who holds your hand when you need it the most." You pause, taking a deep breath, and look down shyly, feeling vulnerable but also empowered by your words. "You get what I mean?" you ask, hoping he understands the depth of your feelings.

Nodding, he looks deeply into your eyes, whispering softly, "You're the one that I've been searching for my entire life. It's as if I knew it all along, but I never realized it until now." He shakes his head. He must sound crazy "You complete me in a way that no one else ever could. I feel it in every fibre of my being." But the sincerity in his voice was unmistakable, and the way he held onto you made you feel safe and loved.

"Love you"

"Love you, Bun"

Your heart begins to race as he leans in, his lips meeting yours in a soft, tender kiss. You lose yourself in the moment, savouring the sensation of his plush, wet lips against yours. As you respond to his kiss, he pulls you closer, holding you tight in his embrace. Slowly, he guides you to sit on his lap in the bathtub, the warm water enveloping you both. You feel the water sloshing around you as he wraps his arms around you, his lips never leaving yours. You close your eyes and give in to the pleasure of the moment, lost in his embrace.

As you kiss him back, you feel his tongue slip in with ease, and you can't help but let out a soft moan. The passion between you two is palpable, and you feel your heart racing in your chest. You realize that this moment is not just special but very intimate. You want to savour every second of it to etch it into your memory forever.

You run your hands along his chest, feeling the warmth of his skin against your fingertips, and you can't help but feel a sense of contentment wash over you. In this moment, you are lost in the sensation of being with someone you care about deeply, and nothing else matters.

Jungkook leans in to deepen the kiss, his hands reaching to touch your skin. You feel his warm breath on your neck as he whispers sweet nothings in your ear. Wrapping your arms around him, pulling him closer, and he responds by tangling his fingers in your hair. The passion between you intensifies as you both give in to your desires. Jungkook breaks away from the kiss, looking into your eyes with a longing expression. "I want you so much," he says, his voice husky with desire. "Let me make love to you"

As he moves his fingers towards your entrance, you can feel a tingle of anticipation that races through your body. As he slowly begins to rub it, you find yourself moaning in response to his touch. His fingers continue to move in that slow and deliberate manner, coaxing even more moans from deep within you. You can feel yourself getting lost in the moment, your body responding to his every move. And as you look up at him with desire in your eyes, he smiles knowingly, aware of the power he holds over you.

"Kook," you sigh as he trails his fingers over your breasts. He leans in to kiss you again, his forehead pressing against yours. You want him so badly, your body aching for his touch.

As he finds your clit, you moan with pleasure, arching your back and pressing yourself closer to him. "Like this?" You can feel his hard length against you, and it only makes you want him more. You wrap your arms around him, pulling him closer as he continues to pleasure you. You know you're close, so close to the edge, and you can't help but cry out his name as you come undone in his arms. "Oh my -"

Your hand wanders down to his bulge, feeling the hardness beneath the water. Jungkook lets out a sigh of pleasure as you begin to rub him "fuck, Bun-" You can feel his cock twitching beneath your touch, aching to be in you.

You lean back against the tub, the warm water enveloping your body as you continue to tease and stroke him. You can feel the growing tension in his body, his muscles becoming taut and his breathing quickening. You know it won't be long before he's overcome with desire, his body pounding into yours with a passionate intensity.

You feel a sense of contentment and closeness wash over you as he reaches out to tug a stray strand of hair behind your ear. "You're so good to me," he groans, his voice filled with love.

"Am I doing good?" you ask, your voice trembling with excitement as you cup his balls and bite your lip. Jungkook nods eagerly, his body tense with pleasure as he fights to hold back his orgasm.

You can feel his member pulsing in your hand as you continue to stroke him, the sensations sending shivers down your spine. You begin to move your mouth to his ear, whispering sweet nothings as you tease him with your fingers. Jungkook's breath hitches as you apply just the right amount of pressure, his moans filling the air.

You can feel your own arousal building up again as you watch him lose control, his body writhing beneath you. "Fuck!" He yells, biting his lip almost drawing blood. "Fuck that was good" he moans, kissing you and holding you close.

Feeling exhausted from your little funtime you whisper, "I'm tired now," to which Jungkook chuckles before wrapping you up in a fluffy towel and guiding you into a cozy set of clothes.

The soft cotton material of the clothes feels comforting against your skin, and you can't help but sigh out in happiness.

"You're mine, Bun Bun," he whispers as he hugs you close to him, staring at you through the mirror. "And you're mine"

You slowly opened your eyes to the sound of Jungkook's soft voice saying, "Wake up, I made you breakfast." You couldn't help but smile at the sight; it was definitely a sweet gesture to have breakfast in bed, it's something you rarely did cause Jungkook hated having to clean the sheets after.

"Breakfast in bed? You're setting your standards too high, my love," you tease with a smile, as he gives a wink. "Anything for my bun, you made dinner for me yesterday so i thought id repay you" You take the tray from him and place it on your lap, admiring the spread of fresh fruit, warm pancakes, and steaming coffee.

You can't help but wonder how he managed to put together such a beautiful meal. You can definitely picture him spending hours scouring the internet for the perfect recipe and then meticulously followed each step, making sure every detail was just right.

You take a sip of the coffee and savour the rich, smooth flavour.

"Join me" you say as you reach for a strawberry and place it in your mouth, feeling the burst of sweetness on your tongue.

“How'd you sleep? Better than yesterday?” Jungkook asks as he sits next to you, his fingers reaching out to pluck a strawberry from the bowl. You nod, feeling the warm weight of his hand at your waist. Sitting here with him, you can't help but feel content.

Yesterday had been rough, having to unpack with the help of Jennie while Jungkook went to work. You ended up talking more than unpacking.

"We still have to unpack the bathroom stuff, all my bodycreams and facesmasks-"

"Well go slow today, thers no rush" Jungkook stops you from rambling. Now, as you sit together, the fruity scent of berries fills your nose and you turn to look at Jungkook again, taking in his handsome features; His hair is tousled and messy, and he's wearing black Calvin Klein shirt and boxers. You can't help but admire the way he looks. His lips are still pouty, and you feel a flutter of anticipation in your stomach.

"Kiss?" You ask, leaning into him and rubbing your nose against his cheek before pressing a peck to it.

Jungkook's eyes sparkle as he chuckles, and he gently angles your face towards his own, gazing into your eyes with an intensity that takes your breath away. As his lips meet yours, you feel a rush of warmth and sweetness flood through you, the taste of strawberries mingling with the softness of his mouth. You lose yourself in the moment, feeling his arms wrap tightly around you as he deepens the kiss, exploring every inch of your mouth.

"Eat up," he whispers before digging in himself.

“You know, why don't we take a day off today? With the packing and stuff?” Jungkook speaks up, catching your attention. "We've been working hard for the past few days, and we could use a break. Besides, we've been doing more than enough, and we could just finish the bathroom today and then take the rest of the day off." he suggests, finishing his last bite.

You raise a brow at first, unsure of the idea of taking a break. But then, you think of how exhausted you actually were. You had been working almosy non-stop for the past few days, and you needed to take a break. You could use the time to recharge and come back fresh for the next few days. "Okay sure," you agree, feeling relieved at the thought of taking a break and not having to move a single muscle.

Jungkook nods in agreement, a small smile forming on his face. "Great! We can spend the day at home, relaxing and doing nothing. We could even catch up on some One Piece episodes," he suggests, already excited for the day ahead. "Sure babe" you laugh, more excited at the fact that he's excited.

Poor guy hasn't caught a break ever since starting to work at his dad's company, the pressure just being so much for one person to handle yet Jungkook always managed to surprise you again and again with how he held up.

You find yourself in the partly empty living room a few hours later, as the afternoon sun filtered through the windows. Jungkook had made his way into the kitchen, preparing some snacks as you got comfortable on the couch to watch some show.

As you settled into the cushions, flipping through the channels, Jungkook emerged from the kitchen with a bowl of popcorn, pretzels, and sliced cheese and fruit. "Thought you might get hungry during the marathon," he said with a smile, placing the bowl on the coffee table in front of you.

"You know me so well," you replied, grabbing a handful of popcorn and pretzels. Jungkook laughed, sitting down beside you on the couch as you decided on something to watch.

As you sit on your couch, watching love Island with little thought, your attention is suddenly drawn to the sound of a notification, eyes quickly darting to your phone screen, seeing that it is a message from none other than Jisung.

You feel a sense of excitement as you open the message, happy to finally hear from him after such a long time. You'd messaged him before, just telling him how the move was going, but you'd stopped once he also stopped replying.

Maybe he has some exciting news to share, or he wants to make plans to visit. Whatever the case may be, you are eager to see what he has to say.

But you furrow your brows and quickly lock your phone once Jungkook shifts next to you, resting his head on your shoulder, knowing he'll be somewhat bothered by it. "What's wrong"

Uhm

You hesitate for a moment before answering, "It's just a text from Jisung." You feel your heart racing as Jungkook looks at you, waiting for you to continue. You remember the last time you saw Jisung, how his eyes were sadder than usual, and how he kept fidgeting with his hands. You knew something was bothering him. "He hadn't texted me in a while," you finally say, not wanting to reveal too much. You think about Jisung's last text, how he seemed more distant than usual.

Jungkook just hums, turning back to the show on the TV, not letting the topic of Jisung get to him this time. You open the text message after a few minutes, also seeing the last few messages you wrote him;

You; hey! Just got to the place, it's so empty🫨

You: Move is going well! We just got the last few pieces of furniture :)

3 days ago

Delivered

Han😎; I'm in trouble

Han😎; do you mind if I spend a few nights at yours?

Today 4;32 pm

What? What does he mean he's in trouble?

You; hey! What do you mean? Is everything okay?

Today 4;35 pm

Han😎; I may or may have gotten myself kicked out of school for 3 weeks

Today 4;36 pm

You gasp, covering your mouth in shock, "What happened?!" Jungkook looks at you with concern, taking your face in his hands and analyzing it for any signs of injury.

You can only shake your head "nothings wrong", but your mind is still reeling from the news. Jisung, one of the smartest people you know—no offence to Jungkook—, got expelled out of college.

You can hardly believe it, and you wonder what could have led to this drastic action. Jisung must've done something really bad for the school to just expell him like that.

“I'm gonna call him” you say after a few moments of silence, sitting up straight and dialling his number, putting him on loudspeaker because of your hands shaking so much.

Finally, he answers the phone, and you can hear the nervousness in his voice. "Y/n". You turn to look at Jungkook, who has turned off the TV and is rubbing your back. You feel a sense of gratitude towards him, knowing that he's there for you.

"Jisung what the fuck happened" you ponder.

For a moment, there's nothing

“I- I was caught selling exam answers to students” he admits after a while, and as you hear him sigh over the phone, your eyes widen. “You did what? Jisung, that's illegal. You're happy you only got expelled for a few weeks rather than kicked out!” You almost yell, feeling a mix of shock, anger, and disappointment. You can't imagine how much trouble Jisung could have gotten into if he had been caught by the authorities.

“I know” Jisung says, sounding dejected. “My parents aren't happy and told me to sleep at a friend's house this weekend cause they're so disappointed” he continues, sounding like he is at the end of his wits.

You feel sorry for him, knowing how much he must be going through emotionally.

“Yeah, what about your girlfriend” you ask, sensing there might be more to the story. Jisung shakes his head over the phone, although you can't see him. “Shes- we kind of got into a fight a few days ago- anyway, is it okay if I stay at yours?” he asks, sounding hesitant.

You think about it for a moment, knowing it might not be the best idea to let him stay with you but also feeling like he needs someone to talk to and support him through this tough time.

Looking at Jungkook he shakes his head.

"Yes, you can stay with us"

You pause, considering your options. "I don't know," you say finally. "I just can't let him sleep on the streets." You glance over at Jungkook, who looks worried. You can't blame him - you've had some difficult conversations about Jisung in the past. But this time, it feels different. You're living together now, and you can't just make decisions without him.

“Yes, you can?” He yells out, frowning and rubbing a hand over his face. “What if this is one of his tactics to get you away from me again? Have you thought about that?” he argues

"I understand your concern, Kook" you say, trying to keep your voice even. "But I don't think he's trying to get me away from you. He's just... in a tough spot right now." You take a deep breath, thinking about what you can do to help Jisung.

Jungkook nods, still looking worried but a little more understanding. "Fucking- fine," he says. "But don't expect me to play all nice with him, fucking hate his guts" he murmurs.

Although there was no reason for his concern right now, you understood where he was coming from. The anxiety of waiting for something can be overwhelming, especially when it involves you and Jisung. You could see the worry etched on Jungkook's face as he leaned against the kitchen counter, his mind preoccupied with the situation. "2 days," he tells you, his voice heavy with anger, "2 days and then he's out."

You nod, “two days”. You take a deep breath and hug him tightly, feeling the warmth of his embrace. “I'm sorry”, you whisper, your voice cracking with emotion.

You know that this won't be easy. “I'm doing this for you”, he reminds you, his voice soft and gentle. “Just this once”, he adds, his eyes meeting yours with a look of understanding. You know that he's right, and you're grateful for his support. With a smile, you pull away from him.

God you feel like the biggest bitch right now.

“Go on, you can yell at me” you say, covering your face with your hands as Jennie sits beside you on the bed. You look at her with pleading eyes, hoping for some sort of understanding. Jennie takes a sip of her tea, thinking about how to respond.

After a moment, she says, “Yeah, you're a bitch for that honey, sorry, but Jungkook has a valid reason not to want that.” You nod in agreement, knowing that what she says is true. But still, you can't help but feel guilty.

“I know, fuck I know but I just felt so bad,” you cry out. You explain to Jennie how you were the one who told Jisung about boundaries and now you're the first to break them. Jennie listens attentively, nodding along.

“Well, it's okay to make mistakes,” she says. “Nobody's perfect. You just have to learn from them and try not to make the same mistake twice.” You nod, feeling a little better.

Jennie continues, “Maybe you can talk to Jungkook and apologize—i know you already did but‐ you can never apologise too much sometimes. Tell him that you understand his perspective and that you'll try to be more considerate in the future. Or some shit, i dont know. I've never been in a relationship”

“Thanks, Jen,” you say, feeling grateful for her advice. “I'll do that.” You get up from the bed, feeling a little lighter. You know that you still have a lot of work to do to make things right, but at least now you have a plan.

Jennie nods empathetically. "Anyway, back to my boy drama, remember that guy Chan I told you about?...-" She starts trailing off

You woke up to a beautiful Sunday morning, and as you looked over at Jungkook, you couldn't help but feel a rush of emotions. "Morning baby," You whispered into his ear, in a soft and sensual tone, enjoying the way the words rolled off your tongue.

Jungkook slowly began to stir awake, his eyes still closed. You knew he was trying to savour what little time he had left in bed before the day would really begin. You couldn't blame him, you felt the same way.

As you both lay there, you couldn't help but think about how much he deserved this day off. Work had been hectic for him and you were excited to spend some quality time together. However, the excitement was bittersweet as you knew Jisung would be coming over in just three short hours.

"Mmm, morning bun," Jungkook grumpily replied, still half asleep. You couldn't help but chuckle at his response, finding it endearing how he always came up with the silliest nicknames for you. You knew that his grumpiness wouldn't last long, especially once he realized that he had the whole day ahead of him to spend with you... and Jisung.

You gaze at him, admiring his handsome features and the way the sunlight hits his face. A smile slowly spreads across your face as you reach over to caress his soft, unshaven jaw, feeling the slight stumbles of hair.

"How'd you sleep?" You murmur against his neck, savouring the scent of his worn off cologne taking a moment to appreciate the way his body feels next to yours and the warmth that emanates from his skin.

Jungkook's hand gives your ass a gentle squeeze, causing you to shift in his arms. You can't help but smile at his PDA, knowing that he's always been like this. "Like a baby," he answers, finally opening his eyes and looking at you.

"You?" he asks, leaning up to kiss your temple. You take a deep breath, feeling a knot form in your stomach. "Can I be honest?" you respond, unsure of how he'll react. "Always," he answers, his eyes locked onto yours.

"I'm nervous about today," you confess, your voice barely above a whisper. "Me and Jisung's friendship hasn't been the same since he left, and I know it's going to be weird having him here." You pause for a moment, gathering your thoughts. "I just don't want things to be awkward between us. He was-is my best friend, and I don't want to lose that."

Jungkook nods, his expression understanding. "I get it," he says, his hand rubbing circles on your back. "But you don't have to worry about anything. I'll be here with you," He gives you a reassuring smile, "You don't have to be alone with him if you don't want to bun"

You nod, "I know," and lean back against his naked chest, enjoying the moment. You both cuddle in silence for a few more minutes, savoring the intimate moment and as you lie there, you know how safe you are in his embrace.

Taking a deep breath, you gently readjust yourself, now fully lying on his chest, feeling the rise and fall of his breath beneath you. You become more aware of your surroundings, noticing the way the sun goes up, casting a warm glow on your skin.

You start to feel a sense of vulnerability, but it's a vulnerability that you're willing to embrace because you trust him. You trust Jungkook. You feel at ease and at home in his arms.

You can feel his privates against yours when you grind against him. He groans out, and you can't help but chuckle at the sound. "Stop playing with my dick," he moans, slapping your ass and giving it a nice hard squeeze.

You pout and sit up, your palms resting on his chest, taking a moment to admire his toned body, the way his muscles ripple under your touch. You feel a sudden wave of pleasure wash over you, and you can't help but speak your mind. "I'm so horny right now," you say, biting your lip as you look into his eyes. He smirks at you, clearly pleased with your confession. "Don't worry," he says, pulling you back down onto his chest. "I've got you.”

You were completely lost in the moment, as Jungkook pounded you from behind, using one hand on your hip while the other played with your chest, leaving no part of your body unattended. "Damn"

Your moans of pleasure filled the room, making it clear how much you were enjoying this. You could feel his hot breath on the back of your neck as he whispered sweet nothings into your ear. "My everything, fuck I love this"

As he continued to thrust, you couldn't help but feel a sense of pure ecstasy wash over you. Your body was on fire, and you never wanted this moment to end.

"Like this? Huh? Love this?" Jungkook growls out, slapping your ass.

Jungkook loves being behind you during the act, enjoying the way your body moves and the sounds of your pleasure as he thrusts. It's a position that allows for a deep connection and a sense of closeness between you two, as he holds onto your hips and guides you both towards climax.

"So much- fuck, oh-"

"Fuck i know Bun-" As he continues to pound you from behind, you can feel every inch of him inside you, a feeling that sends shivers down your spine. You can't help but let out moans after moans, lost in the moment, completely consumed by the pleasure he is giving you. Jungkook always knows exactly what he's doing and is taking complete control of your body.

He continues to thrust deeper and harder into you and you feel yourself getting closer and closer to the edge. "Oh I'm gonna- shit-"

With one final push, you both reach climax together, both of you letting out a loud moan of pleasure as you ride the waves together.

“Get back here,” Jungkook giggles when you try to climb out of bed, ready to clean up and start the day.

"No-" You groan playfully, but secretly, you're glad he's holding you back. You take a deep breath, taking in the scent of him. You lay there for a while, just enjoying each other's company, until you finally decide it's time to get up.

You try to get out of his hold, but he holds on tighter. "Kook," you whine. "Jungkook, I'm sticky everywhere." You both laugh, and he finally lets you go, stretching your arms and legs, feeling the warmth of the sun on your face.

"Let's take a shower together, then," Jungkook suggests, and you can't help but nod, walking into the bathroom, the cold tiles make you shiver. "Shit" you mutter, quickly running to the shower and turning on the water. The warmth of it hitting your body is calming, feeling it cascade over your skin.

You take a deep breath and close your eyes, enjoying the sensation of the water washing away your worries. As you open your eyes, you see Jungkook looking at you with a smile, and you can't help but look down shyly "you're shameless" you mutter as you casually watch him clean himself off everywhere.

“Breakfast is just bread and butter. It's not much, but it'll do for now,” you sigh, looking at the empty cupboards. You really needed to go buy groceries

“I'm sure we still have some leftover Chinese from yesterday somewhere,” Jungkook shrugs, checking his phone. “We could heat that up for breakfast,” he suggests.

“I don't think Chinese food is the best breakfast option,” you chuckle, “but I appreciate the suggestion, my carb-loving boyfriend. Actually, I was thinking we could whip up some scrambled eggs and toast. We have some eggs in the fridge, and I could add some cheese and vegetables to make it a bit more filling. What do you think?”

“Sounds good,” Jungkook responds, interrupted by the doorbell that rings once, then two times. “It's probably Jisung,” you mumble after a second, placing down the eggs and walking up to open the door.

As you reach out to open the door, you notice the familiar person on the other side. But something seems slightly different about him. His hair is longer, and he's dressed in a style you haven't seen before. Despite the changes, you greet him warmly with a smile and invite him in.

As he steps inside, you can't help but notice the tension in the air. He glances over at Jungkook, who's sitting on the couch and barely acknowledges his presence. You can tell that something is off between them, there always is, after all. Not wanting things to be awkward, you try to make small talk, asking Jisung about how he's been. He responds with short, clipped answers, clearly uncomfortable with the situation.

“Come in. You must be exhausted. How was the trip?” You begin to question him, taking his coat and hanging it up. You watch Jisung take off his shoes before shrugging. “It was alright, but it was definitely more expensive than last time,” he responds, his voice slightly tired from the long journey. You only nod.

You offer him a glass of water as he takes a seat on the couch. You know that it has been a while since you last spoke with him.

“I’ve been really busy with uni lately,” Jisung says, looking a bit tired. “It’s been taking up most of my time, but I’ve been trying to make time for my girlfriend, Yuqi. You remember her, right?" You nod as he continues. "Although, I’m not sure if we’re still together or not. We’ve been having some issues lately, mostly due to my schedule and the stress it’s been causing me. I’ve been trying to work things out with her, but it’s been tough.” he shrugs, finishing his drink and looking at you eyes softening.

"I missed talking to you, sorry I'm a jerk," he apologizes, his voice softening as he gazes at you. It had been weeks since you last actually spoke, and he couldn't help but feel guilty for neglecting your friendship.

Jungkook cracks a laugh behind the two of you as he scrolls through his phone. "Yeah," "Some best friend you are," he mutters to himself.

You feel a sudden pang of anxiety, as you really don't want the two of them to start bickering again. You quickly try to defuse the situation by asking, "Hey, actually, me and Jungkook were just about to have breakfast. Have you already eaten? We could all sit down and have a nice breaky together." You smile nervously, hoping to smooth things over.

"Breakfast would be nice, thanks, Y/n,” Jisung smiles and you feel relieved that he didn't ask for anything else. As you turn to walk back into the kitchen, you notice Jungkook with a cup of coffee in his hand.

He looks at you, and you feel nervous all over again. You mouth "sorry" to him as you pass him, hand giving his shoulder a squeeze as you make your way to take out the eggs, hoping the cheerful mood you two had this morning wasnt slowly fading.

After helping you clean the dishes, Jungkook left for your room, leaving you alone with Jisung. He still seemed quiet and uneasy, so you decided to finally break the silence. "Do you...wanna talk about it?" you asked.

At first, Jisung hesitated, taking a sip of water before responding. "Talk about what?" he asked carefully. You shrugged and replied, "Everything, to be honest. You got kicked out of school, and..." Jisung quickly corrected you, "Expelled for three weeks." You sigh and roll your eyes, couldn't help but feel concerned for Jisung and his future.

You wondered if he was struggling with anything else. With a gentle and understanding tone, you prompted Jisung to talk more about what he was going through. "Okay, what about Yuqi? What happened?"

“Don't you think you're being a bit intrusive right now y/n? Do you see me asking you about every aspect of your life? Damn” he rolled his eyes as he stood up to leave. You feel a pang of hurt and confusion. You’ve always considered yourself to be a good listener, someone he could rely on, but his dismissive tone leaves you wondering if that's the case.

You take a deep breath, trying to compose yourself before speaking up. “I just want to make sure you're alright, you're my friend, I care about you,” you say, your voice louder than intended. You can sense the tension in the air as he pauses, considering your words. “Yeah, maybe that's the issue,” he responds. You take a moment to process his words, wondering what he means. Does he think you care too much? Or is there something else behind his words?

“I want to help you Jisung, but you're not letting me through, how could you-” you turn to cross your arms. “How could you ask me to stay here, with me and Jungkook in our new apartment, knowing he doesn't like you. And then treat me like this? Do you know how ridiculous all of this is?” You argue.

You feel a pang of anger as Jisung remains silent, his head cast down. You take a deep breath, trying to steady yourself before continuing. "I mean, we've been friends for so long, Jisung. And you know that I care about you. But it's like you're not even willing to give me a chance to help you. You're just shutting me out completely."

You pause, hoping that Jisung will finally speak up. But he remains silent, his eyes fixed on the ground. You let out a sigh, feeling the tension in the room growing thicker by the second. "Look, I know that things haven't been easy for you lately. But I'm here for you. And I just wish that you could see that."

You take a step forward, your hand outstretched. But Jisung takes a step back, his eyes still fixed on the ground. You feel a wave of sadness wash over you, your mind heavy with the weight of the situation. "Please, Jisung. Just let me help you."

You desperately try to salvage your friendship, but it seems like he has already given up on it.

You rack your brain, trying to think of what you could have done differently. You wish you could turn back time and make things right again, but you didn't even know where it all suddenly came from.

You feel a sense of sadness and loneliness, knowing that your once close friendship with Jisung has now been reduced to nothing, and with a heavy heart, you say, "Fine."

"Gosh, I'm so tired" You mutter to yourself as you collapse onto the bed next to Jungkook. Looking up from his phone, he asks, "Yeah? Why are you exhausted?" His hand mindlessly playing with your shirt.

He looked cosy, the type of boyfriend material you just want to snuggle up next to and never let go.

You cuddle into his side, enjoying the warmth of his embrace as you gather your thoughts. Taking a deep breath, you let your mind wander, reflecting on your recent conversation with Jisung.

“I just want to make sure you're alright, you're my friend, I care about you,” you say, your voice louder than intended. You can sense the tension in the air as he pauses, considering your words. “Yeah, maybe that's the issue,”

You can't help but think about what Jennie told you; “friendships tend to change as we grow older”.

Maybe it's not that your bond was never strong enough, but rather that your lives have taken different paths; You got into a relationship, and so did Jisung; You moved in with Jungkook, and he stayed the same. You and Jisung have simply been too busy with your own lives to keep each other updated—Or maybe Jisung isn't as ready to change as you are.

Maybe you and him have just entered different phases of your lives, and it's taking a toll on your friendship.

Regardless of the reason, it is obvious that your relationship with Jisung has had a big change, and whichever the reason may be—things between you and him are no longer the same. Sure, while the change may not necessarily be negative, it is iis still a change after all.

"I think you're right Kook," you sigh after a while, making him look at you with a raised brow.

“I think I should stop being friends with Jisung,” you say with a heavy sigh.

“Whys that Bun” Jungkook encourages you to speak further, knowing that it's a hard topic.

You lean against his chest, hugging him tighter before speaking.

“I feel like I'm constantly worried about him, you know? but he never seems to care about the consequences of his actions. He'll tell me he got kicked out of school one day and then ask to sleep over at my—our place the next. It's all just so strange, and I can't help but wonder, how didn't I notice this behavior before?” you almost cry out. “I mean you noticed” you interrupt yourself “but he's my friend, I cant-”

Reflecting on your friendship with Jisung, you realize that you've always been the one putting in more effort. You would check up on him when he wouldn't show up to class, and you would always be there to lend an ear whenever he needed to vent. However, you can't help but feel like the friendship has become one-sideand that you're the only one putting in any effort.

"why does Jisung act the way he does?" You turn to Jungkook with a question that he obviously doesn't have the answer to

He looks at you sympathetically and bites the inside of his cheek, "Bun, I can tell you're feeling frustrated." He places his hand on your chin in a comforting gesture. "If you really want to confront Jisung about his behaviour, then go for it. But remember, you don't have to ruin your friendship over this.” He sighs, “I can't believe I'm actually saying this but-” he shrugs “Maybe there's a way to express your feelings without causing a drift between you two."

You sit up, a big pout on your face, and say, "I'm confusing, aren't I?" Jungkook shakes his head and rolls his eyes playfully before responding. "Look, he's been your friend for so long, it's only natural that it's hard to make a drastic change in your relationship." His hand playing with your hair as he talks, the two of your now tangled in the comforts of your bed.

"It's okay that you feel confused and may have 'weird' feelings. One day, you may feel like you want to break contact, and then the next day, you may want to spend time with him. It's all part of the process, Bun”

His big hand now finds your waist, hugging you closer to him and placing a kiss on top of your head. You feel the warmth of his body enveloping you, and you can't help but feel at home in his embrace, like youve always belonged there—cause you did.

You find yourself in a state of complete silence. The sudden cessation of noise causes your mind to blank, and all thoughts of previous actions and events vanish from your mind. In that tiny moment, it seems as though time itself has come to a standstill, affording you the opportunity to breathe in the stillness and savour every moment with Jungkook in your arms; You forget the movement that led you to this point, the countless fights, and even the fact that Jisung was in the next room.

“I'd choose you, you know,” you admit, not looking into his eyes.

He looks at you with a mixture of curiosity and tenderness. “What do you mean?” he finally asks, his hand still resting on your waist.

You pause for a moment, gathering your thoughts. “For everything,” you finally say, your voice barely above a whisper.

“I mean that you're the one I want to share my life with,” you say, your eyes finally meeting his. “I told you before—" you kiss his hand, eyes lingering on the small "♡" tattoo he has on his ring finger; the one he'd gotten just for you. "—that want to experience everything with you - the good and the bad, the highs and the lows.”

He smiles at you, a softness in his eyes. “I feel the same way,” he says, pulling you in for another embrace. “I can't imagine my life without you in it.”

There's gonna be a whole drabble about the "♡" tattoo Coming soon, stay tuned!

Thanks for reading!!

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omfg actually insane

Hi.

I wanted to request size kink Sunghoon, with a small and cute s/o, she's a little insecure because she doesn't have a lot of curves just small breasts and bottom. But Sunghoon does think she's the prettiest girl, adoring how small she's between his arms, under him, or riding him (if you're comfy, with belly bulge and wanting to make her tummy full of his cum).

(maybe a little daddy kink too)

Take your time to write it, let me know if something makes you uncomfortable 💖

PRETTIEST GIRL; PARK SUNGHOON

pairings. boyfriend!sunghoon x fem!reader

wc. 1.6k

warnings. size kink, unprotected sex, breeding kink, mentions of tummy bulge, dirty talk (heavy). that's it i think

i hope you like it, i tried to add everything you wanted 💓!

you start to feel a little insecure about yourself lucky you have sunghoon who will always let you know how cute you are.

—

"what do you think about her?" before sunghoon could question you as to why you were asking him about another girl , your phone was shoved in his face.

"she's in our psych class." he said, but that's not the answer you wanted. "tsk...you know that's not what i meant , i mean what do you think about her?" he was confused. "i don't know , i've never talked to her."

"i mean her body hoon , don't you think her body is perfect." why were you asking him these question. "i wish i had her boobs, she's so perfect." you stared at cute curvy girl on your phone screen. you weren't a really a curvy girl, and you often wondered if that was sunghoon's type, he hung out with a lot guys whose type were those type of girls, and your mind would get plagued with the thought that 'he definitely has to like them too' ...

"princess, where is this coming from." had someone told you something? you've never said things like this before. "has someone made fun of you?" you sat up on your knees, shaking your head no. "of course not." you picked at your fingernails. "then what's wrong love?" he sat his phone on the arm of the couch. "talk to me."

"it's just that, you hang out with a lot of guys, and those are the type of girls i always see them with, and i get it, those girls are freaking beautiful, but i can't help but think you would want someone like that, curvy you know? i know i don't have much." you stared at the couch cushion.

sunghoon never knew you felt this way. "just because that's the boys type, doesn't mean it's mines, i like that you're small." and he wasn't lying, sunghoon always found your small stature the most adorable thing in the world — the way his clothes would practically swallow you whole, or when you needed his help to reach something and he could bribe you for a kiss, the way you looked up at him with stars in your eyes.

he also like the not so pg rated things about it...

"it's probably just me being insecure, it's stupid." he grabbed your hand. "wait princess, come here." he pulled you so you were straddling his lap. "it's not stupid, i just wish you would've came to me earlier about this so we could've put a stop to this thought, i don't want you to over think on this, i love you and your body." he rested his forehead against yours. "okay?" you nodded.

"okay." "now give me a kiss, so i can wash all those bad thoughts away." he stuck his lips out, you smiled, pecking his lips. "that's all princess? i know you can do better than that."

he pulled you into a more passion filled kiss, one that made your mind fuzzy. he pulled away, eyes sharper and list filled, wiping the spit from your lips with his thumb, making you whine. "my pretty girl doesn't know the half of how her small pretty body makes me." his voice was much more deeper than a few seconds ago, you could tell the engergy had definitely shifted into a more sexy one.

"t..tell me." you stuttered, he put his hand on your waist, rubbing your hips. "i love how small you look in my clothes, like right now, you're wearing my shirt, so cute." he played with the end of the shirt. "or how small you look in my lap." your breathing began to pick up, sunghoon noticed how your eyes glassed over. "or when you're under me looking up at me with those shiny round eyes, kind of how you're looking at me right now."

"but do you know what I love the most about your small body princess?" he tapped your cheek, gaining your attention. "w..what?"

"the way your legs shake when you're riding me and your small pussy is struggling to take my cock." you bit your bottom lip to contain a moan. "princess i know you feel how hard i am, you aren't wearing any pants, i can feel your cute pussy right now." you couldn't help but moan when he purposely bucked his hips up.

"s...sunghoon, please." you began to grind down on his clothed cock. "princess you're so cute, trying to get yourself off like this, go a head princess use me to make yourself cum." his hand found it's way up your shirt, he ran his fingers over your nipples, and you jolted. "such sensitive tits princess, that's why i love them, not because of the size" he kissed your neck, pulling at your bud, making you mewl. "but because i can make you cum just by playing with your nipples."

he made sure to show attention to the other one, pinching and pulling at it. the stimulation from that and you dry humping him was getting to be too much for you and soon you could feel your orgasm approaching.

"h..hoonie, im gonna cum." he came from sucking little marks into your skin. "go a head princess, cum for me." you felt your stomach tightened before you came, soaking the front of sunghoon pants. "good girl." he removed his hand from your shirt. "look at the mess your pussy made." you moaned at his lewd words, he smirked.

"stand up for me love." you stood up, legs wobbling but he held you, undoing his pants pulling them down to his ankles, he freed his cock from his underwear, standing tall and thick, precum bubbling from his angry red tip, it made your mouth water.

"i know i would love if your pretty little mouth was wrapped around me struggling to take my cock in your throat, but i'll explode if i don't get to feel your pussy around my cock right now." you were always so scared to take sunghoon while riding him, he was so big, and it never failed to make you tear up as he spilt you open with his cock. "come on baby, come sit on my cock."

he helped you straddle his lap, hovering right over his cock, you could feel his tip teasing your entrance. "go ahead princess, sit on it, take your time." he held your hips as you very slowly took his cock into your wet cunt. "oh fuck." you breathed at the stretch.

"you got it love, slowly~ just like that, shit." he groaned, throwing his head against the couch, he so badly wanted to buck his hips up into you, but he knew how much you could take at a time, and it turned him on watching you struggld. "fuck baby this is what i love— look at you, barely taking it and i can feel your little pussy about to make another mess on my cock." he growled.

"just a few more inches, you got it." he grabbed your hips, helping you take the rest of him, soon you were fully seated on his cock. "i..i d..did it." he smiled.

"you did princess—fuck your pussy is choking my cock right now, princess are you gonna cum already?" it was too late, your cunt squeezed him tightly , and you were having your second orgasm of the evening. "fuck!" you screamed, as he helped you ride out your orgasm. "jesus princess, you came just from taking me." sunghoon had to hold himself from fucking himself into you. "can my princess handle another one? i don't want to overwhelm her?" you nodded tiredly.

"i..i want it hoonie please." he loved hearing you beg for him, even though he would never deny you. "okay princess, let me help you okay?" you nodded letting him take over, he rocked your hips back in forth. "s..shit, you feel fantastic." you could only moan, at this point. "you look so adorable sitting on my cock like this, let my cock bully it's way into your small pussy, fuck! " he began to fuck his hips up into you, you screamed, grabbing a hold of his shoulders as he split you open on his cock.

"fuck baby feel this." grabbed your hand, placing it on your stomach, where his cock was buried so deep inside you it bulged a bit. "that's my fucking cock." he breathed, just as fucked out as you are. "t..that's h..hot."

"it is princess, that's where i'm gonna cum, im gonna flood your tummy with my cum." you moaned, clenching around him. "you liked that princess? you want to fuck you so much your tummy bulges from my cum, fill you up so much, it spills out of your small pussy." he thrusted into you particularly hard, you screamed, nodding your head. "fuck yes! sunghoon please, pleade cum inside me." he groaned.

"fuck princess you got it." he planted his feet as he began to fuck into you at a brutal pace, making you double over. "sunghoon!" you screamed as he fucked you. "t..too much." you tried to tell him, but he was so drunk on your pussy that he wasn't even listening, continuing on with his assult. "too big, fuck! "

"take it princess, fuck! im about to cum, gonna let me cum inside you, breed your small pussy, hmm? fill you with my seed, turn you into nothing but my drooling cumdump?" he was saying anything, and you were just agreeing, both drunk on each other.

"s..sunghoon, i'm gonna cum! please." he growled in your ear. "fuck princess go a head, cum so i can fill you up." you shook violently around him as you came with a loud moan, that only pushed him to keep thrusting, until his cum was painting your insides.

"shit, take my cum princess, take it! "

you both were breathing heavily as you came down from your high, but you didn't want to end, you wanted more. "s..sunghoon." and he seemed to understand you too.

"don't worry princess we aren't done, i said i was gonna fuck you until your little pussy couldn't take me anymore."

©️LUVYENI

#everything i love holy #soossoososos tasty oggfmfmmf #hoonie

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hoonietokki · 1 year

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oh man loved this through and through,, cherry analogies were all so clever and well thought out!!!

cherry pits - psh (m)

this work contains smut - minors please do not interact

pairing. dad!sunghoon x fem!reader

synopsis. Your alarmingly empty bank account forces you to find a last-minute summer job so that you can afford a trip with your friends. The extremely handsome customer that comes into the store just happens to be a young single dad who's renovating the old house next to yours. The tension that settles between the two of you as you start helping him fix up his house soon becomes unbearable, but it's all one-sided anyway, right?

(Spoiler: wrong.)

genre. DILF AUUUUUUUUU!!!!!!, neighbors au, s2l, summer au, slight age gap (reader is 21 and hoon 26), reader is so down bad over sunghoon its actually crazy but also extremely relatable cause this is sunghoon we're talking about, fluff and smut, sex gets freakyyy ngl

word count. 12.9k

a/n. hey sisters had no time to write anything this week so i am coming back (everybody boos) with a repost yayyy!!! i actually love this story idkw i just find it fun so i hope you guys will enjoy rereading / reading it !!!! as always let me know ur thoughts.. even if they're just incomprehensible screaming (bad or good).. im happy w anything ok bye!!!

You’ve always wondered about the ratio of cherry to pit. Such a big pit for so little flesh, isn’t it? Yet that’s never stopped you from biting into the small fruit, eating what you could and spitting out the unwanted part. You actually rather enjoy this whole process. Bite, eat, spit. You could repeat this with huge bowls of cherries at a time until they upset your stomach and you had to stop for your own good.

Bite, eat, spit is exactly what you’re doing when, with a trembling finger, you finally brave to open your banking app and check your balance. It’s the beginning of summer, and after two semesters of intense studying and too-much-coffee drinking, you think you deserve three long months of doing nothing but hanging out in your childhood bedroom and eating the food your parents buy and make. You’re especially looking forward to the vacation in Mexico you have planned with your friends at the end of August.

One look at your bank account and your dreams of white beaches and seas so blue you couldn’t tell them apart from the sky shatter around you, the sad, low numbers on the screen sneering at you mockingly. You were sure you had saved enough money from part-time jobs and generous relatives, but now you regret all of those night-outs and lazy takeaways. If you had cut down on those, maybe you wouldn’t have to go through the hassle of finding a summer job at the last minute, which you would definitely have to do if you wanted to eat something on that dear beach of yours and not just starve to death under the glaring sun.

That was it - tomorrow, you’d go and get a job. Today, however, you’d enjoy your last day of respite and eat some more cherries, or maybe make some jam and a pie so your parents wouldn’t chide you for eating them all, and then go pick some more from the three trees in your backyard. You’d sit outside, enjoying the warmth of the sun while you read or, if you couldn’t be asked, while you listened to the bustle of the old and worn-down house next door being renovated. You’re surprised someone had the courage to buy it and give it a new life, but you assume that’s the kind of courage that comes with having time and money.

Yesterday night, you’d heard a little girl playing outside until her mom called her in saying it was time to go, so you made up a story of your neighbors being newlyweds that had decided they’d had enough of the city and wanted to raise their daughter in a calmer town far from busy streets and loud honks. You could bring them some cherries, maybe in jam or pie form, as a housewarming gift.

Unfortunately, the day passed and you were too busy doing nothing to actually get around to baking, so you decided to do nothing some more and then go to bed, needing rest before your big job hunt.

You’d gravely overestimated the amount of job opportunities in your small hometown, only receiving apologetic looks from the store owners as they tell you they don’t need any help, or worse, already have someone. Damn those 16-year-olds who only get summer jobs so they can blow their whole pay in a couple weeks before school starts again. You, on the other hand, need that money for important things, like sipping on a cocktail at a bar with a seaview.

The local hardware store next to the train station is your saving grace. It looks quite small from the outside, but once you step inside, rows of lamps and mirrors in all shapes and sizes along with all kinds of household needs welcome you, followed by a section for gardening and pet caretaking. The basement is where all the paints and brushes were, as well as the more technical (technical to you, at least) products, like bolts and tools or kitchen and bathroom appliances.

A lot of people undertake renovations in their homes during their free time in the summer, so it’s important for the store to have their experts helping out customers in their dedicated aisles rather than working behind the till and restocking the shelves, which is what you will be doing for the next two months. The pay is slightly above minimum wage and with twenty-one hours of work a week, you’ll earn more than enough to enjoy your vacation. You start tomorrow.

Your co-workers are happy to welcome a new face into their team. They’re nice even if they have the tendency to drone on about different types of tools and the importance of choosing the right brush for the surface you’re painting, which you don’t particularly care about, but you think you might as well learn as much as you can during your time here; it might always come in handy later.

As you expected, it isn’t the most stimulating job ever, but you aren’t bored out of your mind either. You make small talk with customers as they explain their purchases, some more defensively than others, even if you didn’t ask. You make sure to restock the shelves correctly and sometimes ask for help when you feel your arms giving out after hours of carrying heavy stuff. When no one’s in, you like to rearrange the cute bathroom decorations so that they make a little rainbow of toothbrush and soap holders.

You were daydreaming about what you would do with your friends in Mexico and all the cherries you could eat there when a man so handsome you thought he was a part of your dream walks in. He doesn’t notice (or maybe he just ignores it, you’re not sure) your gawking and smiles at you, saying “hello” before turning his attention to the map which details where everything is stored at the entrance of the shop. You manage a small “h-hello” back that probably doesn’t even reach his ears, and you curse yourself for doing a poor job of greeting a customer just because said customer looks like he’s been pushed from the heavens above onto this unworthy earth by the other angels who were jealous of his beauty.

You stay put behind the counter the whole time he’s there to avoid the potential embarrassment of running into him in a random aisle and making a fool of yourself. There isn’t much to do anyway, so you rearrange the organic protein bars and chewing-gum at the counter and count all the money in the cash register to distract yourself. He doesn’t spend a very long time browsing and after twenty minutes, you see him approach with a cart full of the biggest cans of paint the store offers. It’s mostly white paint, but there are some browns and grays, and one of pink as well.

You thank God for those twenty minutes because they allowed you to get a hold of yourself so that you didn’t gape at him like a dead fish instead of scanning his articles, which is what you are very professionally and expertly doing. “That’s a lot of paint,” you comment lightheartedly, partly just to prove to yourself that you can also speak in front of this man.

“I know,” he chuckles, and it seems unfair that his voice should be just as attractive as his face. “The previous owners of the house I just bought had terrible taste in wallpaper and wall colors, so I have to repaint basically the whole house. Everything has to go, really. The floors, the furniture, the lights.”

“Sounds like you’re going to have a busy summer. That’ll be $132.76, please.”

“I’ll pay by card,” he says as he brings his wallet out from his back pocket and inserts his card into the reader, which allows you to look freely at his tanned arms and the veins that protrude here and there. He can’t be older than thirty, so there’s probably not that much of an age difference between the two of you, but damn does he look more mature in the sexiest way possible than all of the male college students you’re used to seeing on a daily basis. If anything, he reminds you of the hot young Linguistics professor your whole department likes to drool over.

The beep of the payment being accepted snaps you out of your daze. “And yeah, it’ll sure be a busy summer. I’ll need a lot of stuff from here, so you might have to get used to seeing me around,” he says with a smile that makes your heart skip a beat. There’s no way this walking Greek god of a man is actually flirting with you, but the glint in his eyes tells you it wasn’t just an off-hand comment.

“I could get used to that,” you surprise yourself by replying confidently, your smile mirroring his as pretty dimples appear on each side of his face.

You hand him the receipt and notice his eyes flickering down to your name tag before trapping yours in his gaze once again. You don’t think you ever want to look away. “I’ll see you around, Y/N,” he says and walks out with his cart and his tons of paint before you can say anything, lest ask his name, except for “see you.”

You take a deep breath in and another out when he’s out of sight, trying to calm your racing heart. You can’t wait to rave to the girls’ group chat about this, but one of your coworkers calls you for help and you have to put the handsome stranger to the back of your mind for a while.

—

That weekend, your parents ask you to do something about the cherries slowly starting to spoil in the fridge, so you put on your headphones and listen to an audiobook for entertainment, then get to pitting. It feels wrong to listen to The Kiss Quotient and its many smut scenes when your parents are coming and going out of the room, but what they don’t know won’t kill them; you just try to keep your reactions to a minimum during the extra spicy scenes.

Pitting cherries is an arduous task that always takes longer than you think it will, but you never complain about it. You’ve found the perfect technique of cutting them in half around the pit, turning the small fruit without squeezing it, extracting the stone and making sure it doesn’t get confused and end up in the bowl with the pitted cherries, all without tiring your wrists after ten minutes. A surprise pit in a cherry pie can add to the charm of a homemade dessert, but you’d rather not have to spit out five of them while trying to eat one slice.

You prepare a crumbly dough to make two classic American-style pies and fill four jars with cherry jam that you cook while the doughs rest. It’s almost offensive how small the cherries become as they cook, the amount that fills those four jars having filled eight before, but you decide there’s no reason to take it personally since the cherries don’t do it on purpose, and put the jars away to cool down. You roll out the first rested dough and despair for a bit when it keeps on falling apart, but it just makes it more satisfying once you have it perfectly thinly rolled out and covering the tin. The second one is a bit nicer to you and you only have to try rolling it out twice.

Two hours later, as the sun finally starts to relent and a cooler breeze flows through the air, the pies are all baked, cooled and ready to be eaten. You leave one for you and your parents to enjoy later, then head over to the next house to greet your new neighbors with the other pie. You knock and wait for a good thirty seconds before getting any sort of response, making you think no one’s in.

“Y/N?” a semi-familiar voice calls out, and your head whips in its direction. If this were a cartoon or a 2012 teen show, you’d probably drop the pie tin, but thankfully, your hands aren’t that sweaty, and the shock of the man from the other day at the store being your neighbor isn’t that great, because of course, of course he’s your neighbor. You’re Y/N, after all; the almighty gods above would never let you have a boring, uneventful summer. Of course the hot new man in town is your neighbor.

“Oh! Hi! Guess we’re neighbors. Ha,” you say with a clumsy smile, holding the tin over your forearm as your other hand shields your eyes from the sunlight so you can look at him without squinting your eyes.

“Neighbors?” he repeats as he joins you on the front porch, taking off his gloves dirtied by the mud and using the back of his hand to wipe off some sweat from his forehead. The sweat makes his hair stick to his face and there are small beads of it falling from his hairline down onto his white t-shirt. You detect the slightest of stubbles on his chin and upper lip, probably from not having shaved for just a day or two. He’s even tanner than when you saw him a few days ago, and his thick eyebrows form a straight line as he frowns in what you guess is tiredness and perhaps confusion from seeing you in regular clothes and holding a pie tin on his porch. For a second, you’re scared he might think you’re some kind of stalker, but you nod and tilt your head towards your house.

“Yep. That one just over there behind you.”

He turns his upper body to take a look at your house and nods slowly as he turns back around, gaze finding yours again like the other day at the store. You have no idea who this man is - hell, you don’t even know his name - but good lord are you attracted to him, especially when he gives you that unreadable smile that shows off his dimples.

“Huh. What a coincidence,” he says, and that could mean anything in the world, but you hope he means it in a good way. “I’m Sunghoon, by the way.” he adds, extending his hand for you to take, which you do, and the simple action of shaking his hand without eye contact ever breaking is enough to send shivers down your spine. Hopefully, this goes unnoticed by this Sunghoon.

A walking wet dream. That’s what this man is. He’s walked right out of your deepest Wattpad-induced fantasies and into the house next door. Probably doesn’t help that you’d been listening to literary porn just fifteen minutes prior.

“Is that pie?” he asks as he releases your hand.

“It is, cherry pie I made myself with cherries from our backyard. A housewarming gift, if you will. Here,” you reply, offering him the tin.

He takes it from your hands, the tips of his fingers slightly grazing yours, on purpose or not, you’re not sure. He lifts some of the aluminum covering the pie and peeks underneath, then hums appreciatively. “Thanks, it looks really good. I’ve been living off of ready-meals and casseroles from the neighbors, so this’ll be really nice.”

“Well we’ve got tons of cherries, so feel free to ask whenever you want some,” you offer, and he nods. A small silence settles between the two of you and you’re about to excuse yourself so it doesn’t get awkward when he invites you in, asking if you’d like to have a piece with him.

“If you want to, I mean. I was gonna take a break anyway,” he says somewhat coyly, rubbing the back of his neck with his free hand. You’re surprised to see him being anything else other than confident and self-assured, but it only makes him look cuter in your eyes.

“Sure,” you accept with a smile, letting him lead you inside the house.

“Sorry, it smells like paint all over the house. That’s why I was outside, doing some gardening while I aired the house out,” he explains. “Let me just get some plates and a knife out. And something for us to drink. Do you want to drink something? I’ve got water, or some iced tea or lemonade. The grandma across the street made some for me,” he says all at once, and you suppress a giggle at his sudden nervous behavior.

“Sunghoon?”

“Yeah?” he responds almost immediately, turning to you just as you both reach the kitchen.

“Just water is fine.”

A shy smile makes his dimples appear once again as he nods. “Okay, sounds good.” You help him carry everything to the back porch and set down the glasses and a jug of water on a table with two chairs around it.

“The porches are the only parts I won’t have to fix up too much, for some reason.”

“You’re going to redo the whole house yourself?” you ask, surprised, as you pour two glasses of water and he serves you a slice of cherry pie (“there might be some stray cherry pits, so be careful,” you warn as he sets a slice on his plate).

“A lot of it, yeah, but I’ve also got some people to help out. My dad’s a carpenter so I know my way around these things, but I also know it’s better and faster to have more than one man on the job, so some guys he works with come a couple times a week.”

“Yeah, with the state this house is in, you’d need more than a summer if you did everything yourself,” you comment, and he chuckles, agreeing. “My friends and I used to make stories about how this place is haunted, you know,” you say jokingly.

“Please don’t jinx my house from the get-go,” he says, making you laugh.

“Sorry, sorry. It’ll be nice seeing it all fixed-up, actually.”

“Have you lived here long?” he asks, looking at you thoughtfully as he takes another bite of the pie. “This is really good, by the way.”

“Thanks. And yeah, my whole life. I go away when semester starts but come back for the holidays and the summer.”

“So you're a student?”

“Yeah, just at the state university a few hours away. Not too far away that it’s a hassle traveling back, but not too close that I go home every weekend. What about you, what do you do?”

You wait for his answer while he swallows his mouthful and take another bite yourself. “I teach,” he starts as he dabs the corners of his lips with a napkin. “Fifth graders, on the other side of town. I used to live in a small apartment near the school I work at but it’s nicer, having more space. I saved enough money to buy this house and fix it up, so here I am now,” he says, gesturing to the house and the garden with his arms.

You notice his use of the first person pronoun when he talks about where he used to live and his house now, which makes you wonder if it’s just him, even though you were sure you heard a woman and a young girl’s voices the other day. Surely, if he wasn’t single, he wouldn’t have invited you in or given you flirtatious looks, right? Or were you reading totally wrong into this and he was just an exceptionally friendly person?

You put these questions to the side and continue chatting with Sunghoon, letting the subject of his marital status come up on its own during your conversation. And indeed, you get your answer when he tells you about the different parts of the house he plans on having, one of them being a bedroom for his daughter.

“Oh, so you have a daughter? How old is she?” you ask as you take a sip of water, trying to sound as nonchalant as possible. Considering his age, you expect that his child will be one, two years old max, so his answer makes you almost choke on your drink.

“She’s turning eight this summer.”

“Eight?” you repeat as you set your glass down, looking at him wide-eyed. So much for nonchalance. “But you’re so-”

“Young? Yeah, I know,” he interrupts with a knowing smile, probably used to this kind of reaction. “I’m 26,” he adds, then watches as you do the simple math in your head. When you turn to him with a surprised look, he answers your question before you’ve even asked it. “Yep, I had her when I was 18.”

“Wow,” is all you can say. “Can I ask what happened?”

“Sure. I mean, it’s nothing extraordinary or anything. I was in my last year of high school, and I got my girlfriend at the time pregnant. We’d only been dating four months but her parents wouldn’t let her get an abortion. They’re really religious. They took care of our baby, with the help of my parents, while I went to community college and she retook senior year since she had to drop out halfway through the year. No, we’re not together anymore, if you’re wondering,” he says, catching you off guard, as if he’d read your thoughts.

He chuckles before sighing and continues. “If none of this had happened, we’d probably have broken up before going off to college and proceeded to forget about each other. We started out living with her parents, then got that small apartment I told you about when she found a job. We’re not on bad terms by any means, but we’ve just not been in love since Chaeryeong turned 2, probably. We’ve been more roommates than a couple for the past six years. And you know, we kept on living together for Chaer mainly, but she’s found a new boyfriend and I wanted to have my own place. Which has led me here.”

You nod slowly, letting the whole story sink in. “You’re both handling this situation really maturely, it sounds like. I’ve heard of so many teenage parents fighting all the time and not taking care of their kids properly.”

“She’s already got a weird parental situation, it’s the least we can do for her to behave like adults, you know.”

“Right, of course,” you say, nodding again. Your hot new neighbor was actually a DILF, you realized a bit inappropriately, perhaps. Cherry on top.

He tells you a bit more about his daughter and you keep talking until your dad calls you, asking you why you’re not home at dinner time, and you only notice then how long you’ve been sitting there with Sunghoon, just talking. You tell him you feel bad for taking up so much of his time but he shakes your apologies off.

“It was my pleasure, really. And thanks again for the pie, I think Chaer will love it.”

He walks you to the front door and calls out your name after you’ve waved goodbye and started walking. You didn’t know you had been expecting him to do anything until you heard the hopeful tone in your own voice. “Yeah?”

“You any good with kids?” he asks, leaning against the doorway with crossed arms and a smirk that makes your heart flutter.

Although you’ve only got one older brother, you have younger cousins as well as older ones that have babies of their own, so you’re not a complete stranger to kids, but more importantly, you like them. They have the world to learn, but they say surprisingly smart things and have really cute faces.

“I’d say that I am, yeah,” you reply, a smile growing on your face, mirroring his expression.

“Good,” he says, and pauses a second for good measure. “I’ll see you later.”

“See you later, Sunghoon,” you say as you turn back and head to your house, letting him enjoy the view of you walking away.

On the short way home, you realize that you completely have the hots for your neighbor, although you probably knew that before. Is it twisted that you like him more now that you know he’s got a kid? Probably a little bit, but you’re not going to fight it. He’s single, after all. And not even thirty. A five-year gap isn’t unheard of.

Your parents ask you where you’ve been as you set the table and get ready for dinner. “Just over at our new neighbor’s house to give him some pie and say hi,” you say as you toss the salad in its bowl, spreading the dressing evenly.

“Ooh, the neighbor,” your mother echoes knowingly, wiggling her eyebrows, and steals a leaf of lettuce when it falls from the bowl because of your vigorous tossing. “We should have him over at some point, welcome him into the neighborhood. I’ve seen him a bit, you know. Out painting on his front porch or when he was in his garden the same time as me. He’s a very attractive young man,” she says, lowering her voice so your dad doesn’t hear even though he’s outside grilling the meat. “Do you know how old he is? Looks a bit young for a homeowner to me, but who knows what young people are up to these days.

“He’s twenty-six, and he’s saved a lot of money. Plus, I don’t think that house was very expensive. From what he’s told me, the renovations will basically cost as much as the house itself. He’s also got a kid.”

“Aw, must be a cute baby,” she says as your father walks in, carrying a tray of steaming barbecued steaks and potatoes.

“She’s eight,” you say bluntly, causing them both to look at you with wide eyes.

“Oh, right, then. Happens,” your mother says, bringing her glass of water to her lips and taking a sip from it. “Is he still with the mother?”

“They broke up a while ago, but they’re on good terms,” you say, and your mom nods slowly at the information.

“So, he’s single, huh?” she says, trying to hide her smile, earning herself a groan from your dad and a chuckle from you.

“C’mon, mom!”

“What? You can’t deny that he’s attractive, and he’s single. Plus, you two must get along well if you spent a couple hours talking. Sure, he’s got a kid, but you love those, don’t you?”

“Mom, you of all people would know kids aren’t pets. Dating someone with an eight-year-old isn’t the same as dating someone with a cat.

“No one’s asking you to be that girl’s mom,” she says, dishing out some meat for the three of you. “I’d go get that man, if I were you.”

Your dad shakes his head and you eat your food as you listen to them bickering with a smile. You think about what your mother said - should you go and get Sunghoon? Your heart says yes, but your brain is a bit more reluctant. Another part of your body, lower down there, is screaming ‘yes’ at you.

He does live right by, after all.

That night, you FaceTime your roommate and best friend from college and bring her up to date about ‘the hot man from the store the other day.’ She paints her toenails but listens intently as she always does when you talk about boys, humming and chuckling here and there.

“God, Y/N, I didn’t know you had daddy issues, of all things.”

You gasp fake-dramatically. “Excuse me, I do not! I was attracted to him before I knew he was a dad, I’ll let you know.”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever. Let me know when you guys actually hook up, I’m curious whether older men are actually better,” she says, making you scoff.

“I hope he is. I’m very much tired of those boys that don’t know where the clit is and use too much tongue.”

“You know, when I complain to my mom about guys, she always tells me to wait it out a few years. She says they get more mature and, well, she didn’t say that outright, but she very heavily implied that the sex is much, much better. Kinda gross hearing it from her, but it’s good information.”

You hum. “Well, he’s not that much older… But let’s hope that it still makes a difference,” you say, and then move on to another topic.

—

One thing that eating cherries has taught you is that if you want to enjoy eating the sweet flesh, you’ll need to deal with the pit as well. Ever the grand philosopher, you realized soon enough that this was applicable to real life and not just your favorite fruit. Wanna get a good grade on your test? Gotta study for it. Wanna go on holiday to Mexico? Gotta find a summer job and earn money.

Wanna make your way to Sunghoon’s bed? Gotta seduce him.

Over the following days, you stand behind the counter at the hardware store, elbow perched on the hard surface, head resting on your palm and vision fuzzy as you daydream about your next encounter with Sunghoon. More often than not, a customer will clear their throat to awkwardly let you know of their presence and you’ll have to exchange your imagined dialogue with Sunghoon for a quick apology and some pleasantries; more often than not, a coworker will call out your name for some help just as you get to the juicy part of your reverie. In those moments, you always feel like you’ve been caught red-handed watching softcore porn, even if no one knows the last thing about what goes on in your head, nor do they care.

Much like the first time he walked into the store, when he does again on a Thursday morning, you think your daydreams have just gone too far and you’re now hallucinating. But, lo and behold, this is the true Park Sunghoon in the flesh, and he smiles and waves at you as he strides in before disappearing behind one of the many aisles.

You spend the next fifteen minutes going over witty conversation starters that will surely make him fall for you, only for you to stutter out a “h-hi, Sunghoon,” when he finally reaches the counter.

“Fancy seeing you here,” he jokes, and you laugh a bit too hard for a comment that isn’t that funny.

“How are the renovations going?” you ask as you scan his articles - some more paint and brushes, lots of tile glue, a bunch of nails and two different sizes of turnscrews. He frowns in concentration at the snacks next to the counter until he caves in and gets a chocolate protein bar that’s more sugar than protein.

“Pretty okay,” he starts. “I’m in a bit of a rush, cause Chaer is already coming in two weeks and I need to have finished at least the interior by that time. My dad’s friends helped me get the roof done, so that’s good, but now they’re all busy with other sites so it's just me. Right now I’m redoing the tiles in the bathrooms. You need so much damn glue,” he says with a chuckle.

You think for a second, then timidly offer, “I could help out, you know. If you needed me to.”

He looks at you with raised eyebrows, halfway through getting his card out of his wallet. “Really?”

“I mean, I don’t have much experience with this kinda stuff, but I’ve picked up a few things here and there from working here. If it saves you time, I could do the easy things. This job isn’t particularly physically demanding so I’ve still got energy at the end of the day. That’s $78.96, please.”

A small smile appears on his face as he inserts his card into the reader. He punches in his code and then returns your gaze. “That could be nice, actually.”

And that’s how you find yourself over at Sunghoon’s house in denim shorts and your dad’s old t-shirts almost everyday for the next two weeks, helping him fix up the old two-storey home. He measures out the perfect length for wood planks or marble tiles that you assist him in fastening to the floors of different rooms and he fixes holes in walls that you paint over afterwards. Sometimes on your breaks, you share a bowl of cherries that you brought from your garden. (One morning, you tried to make cherry juice out of them, but when after almost two hours of pitting the liquid barely filled a glass, you decided that it was too much effort and that you’d keep on just eating them and baking the occasional pie.) You asked him to tell you what each of the rooms upstairs would be and you realized that the window of his room faced yours directly. The blinds were down as they had always been, so you hadn’t known what the room would be.

“I’ve been sleeping on the couch since I haven’t gotten around to fixing up this room yet. Guess I should get to it, though,” he says, giving you a look that blurs the meaning of his words so that you’re not sure what he’s implying, which happens a bit too often with Sunghoon.

And you’d think that spending the better part of two weeks with the current man of your dreams would be amazing, right?

Wrong. It’s unbearable.

Maybe that’s exaggerating it - it’s mostly fun, and sometimes unbearable. Usually, you’re an avid fan of sexual tension, especially with attractive men like Sunghoon. Lingering gazes, eye contacts when there shouldn’t be any, remarks with a deeper meaning that they let on, barely-there touches on the back of your hand or on your waist that manage to take your breath away. These are all very fine things that keep your heart bouncing and a blush on your cheeks, but they are supposed to amount to something more in the end. Maybe you’re impatient, but after two weeks of sending sex through your eyes to Sunghoon, you get the feeling that he doesn’t reciprocate your desire. One afternoon, you’d made sure to go and sunbathe in your bikini at the exact moment he was doing some work outside, and even then, he merely gave your body a one-over and disappeared a few minutes later inside his house. When he came back about ten minutes later, he could still barely look at you.

At the same time, there’s no way he doesn’t know what he’s doing when he stands close behind you, letting you feel the warmth of his chest against your back, big, rough hands enveloping yours as he demonstrates how to cut a plank of wood with the machine. There’s no way the way he smirks when the action turns you into a stammering mess is innocent, either.

Yet nothing happens. The tension is thick enough to be cut with a knife, but maybe Sunghoon hasn’t bought cutlery yet. The air is already heavy from the heat and the relentlessness of the sun, but this thing between you and him makes it almost suffocating, in somehow the best yet worst way possible. You’re this close to simply throwing your naked body at him, and it doesn’t help that you see his flexing, working muscles and beads of sweat on his hairline everyday. On the days he wears shorts, which is most days, all you can think of is getting off on his thick thighs, of his hands holding you tightly by the waist, of the way he’d look at you, eyes clouded over, of the words he’d whisper in your-

Your phone buzzes, interrupting you in your horny downward spiral. It’s your dear mother telling you to come home for dinner. As you pick up your phone, a second buzz. Ask Sunghoon if he wants to eat with us.

You find him in his bedroom, adding the last touches to the walls. “I think I’ll be able to sleep here starting tomorrow night. I just need to go buy a bed,” he says when he sees your figure standing in the doorway.

“We can go together if you want,” you blurt before you can stop yourself. Hoping it’ll make you seem less weird, you add, “I’ve got really good taste in furniture.”

“Is that so?” he questions, turning to you with a smile. “I’d appreciate the second pair of eyes, actually. There’s a lot of things I need to get.”

“Yeah, I didn’t wanna comment on it, but I think you’ll end up needing more than a couch, a plastic dining table and two chairs,” you tease, making him roll his eyes lightheartedly. “We can go to that huge second-hand store they have just outside of town. You’ll be surprised how good - and cheap - the furniture is there.”

“Sounds good,” he nods, and checks his watch. “Are you going home?”

“I am. My mom’s invited you over for dinner, if you’d like,” you say, tilting your head at him.

He raises his eyebrows in delighted surprise. “I’d love to. Just need to shower first.”

“That’s fine. I’ll go home, just come over whenever you’re ready.” You exchange quick see you laters and you head home, taking a shower yourself and making sure to use your best-smelling body lotion.

Sunghoon arrives half an hour later with a bouquet of roses in his hands and an award-winning smile on his face. You let him in and he greets your parents, offering your mother the bouquet. “Sorry I took so much time getting here, I wanted to pick these out as a thank you.”

You can tell your mother is pleased to the heavens as she waves him off, leading him inside your house. “That’s awfully nice of you, Mr Park-”

“Call me Sunghoon, please,” he says with a warm smile.

“Right, Sunghoon. And no worries, you’re just on time. Please, sit.”

“Is there anything I can do to help?”

“Oh, no, you’re working all day fixing up that house, just sit and relax. We’re very happy to have you over, aren’t we?” your mother says, sending a very obvious smile your way, which makes you furrow your eyebrows and shake your head lightly at her, silently telling her to shut up. Sunghoon chuckles at the exchange but says nothing and you want to bury yourself and your mother ten feet underground.

Sunghoon sits across from you at the dinner table, which allows you to stare unabashedly at him as he works his charm on your parents. He’s the neighbor, so technically, he’s not a boyfriend you brought home to meet them, but still, you can’t help but compare him to those few boys that you did bring home. None of them were a disaster, but none of them went as smoothly as this, either. There were always some awkward silences and dry chuckles with your past boyfriends, but Sunghoon clearly knows how to make parents happy. Maybe because he lived with his ex’s parents for so long, or maybe because he’s a parent himself. Either way, it only adds to your desire to take all of his clothes and let him rail you into next week. Too bad he clearly doesn’t feel the same way, you remind yourself with an audible sigh, which makes him look curiously at you, but you brush it off with a smile.

You watch as he accepts a beer, compliments the food and the house, talks football with your dad, accepts another beer, and shares teaching anecdotes with your mom, who herself is an elementary school teacher. You jump in every now and then when you have something witty to add or someone asks your opinion on something, but most of the time, you sit back and enjoy, happy that everything is going well.

You bring out your infamous cherry pie that you’d baked the previous day along with some vanilla ice cream for dessert, and smile when Sunghoon tells you how much he’d been waiting to have some of it again, trying not to blush as his gaze stays focused on yours for a second too long. Thankfully, your parents don’t notice, too busy cutting themselves a slice.

He stays for another hour or so, until the sun has set and the streetlamps and the moonlight are the only things keeping the world visible. Your mom forces him to accept tupperwares full of leftovers from the night and makes him promise to come back with his daughter. Sneakily, she tells you to help him carry the tupperwares home even though he’s more than able to do it himself, then hugs him goodbye, hurrying you out of the door.

Sunghoon hasn’t yet changed the lightbulbs to more efficient ones, so his kitchen bathes in the faint glow of the overhead lighting as you put away the leftovers in his fridge. He stands a bit to your right close behind you, closer than needed to simply hand you the tupperwares he was holding. When everything is stored, you turn around, but you’re trapped between his body and his arm that holds the fridge door open. With his free hand, he takes you by the waist and pulls you gently towards him. “Careful,” he says so quietly, it’s almost a whisper, and closes the fridge door behind you.

He’s never been this forward with you, and even though you’ve fantasized many times about this exact moment, now that it’s really happening, you don’t know what to do except to search for an explanation in his eyes. His eyes that are looking right into yours and are a bit clouded over, from the alcohol or the proximity between the two of you or both, you don’t know, but that also have the twinkle of a smile in them.

His lips are close enough to kiss, you think, and as if on cue, his gaze drifts down to your slightly parted lips. “You’re very pretty, Y/N,” he says, before sealing your lips with his own. You respond immediately to his kiss - you’ve thought too much about it to stand there and do nothing - but it’s all so slow and so soft that you’re not sure if it’s actually happening, so dreamlike it all feels.

You’re called back to reality when his other hand finds your waist, your own hands coming up to his shoulders before one of them snakes its way to the nape of his neck, tugging lightly at his hair. This seems to change something in Sunghoon, who all of a sudden tightens his hold on your waist, his arms wrapping around it to bring you closer to him. His kiss gets faster and deeper too, and, to your surprise but not your distaste, a bit desperate. You’re happy if you have on him half of the power he has on you. You taste sweet vanilla ice cream and tangy beer on his tongue, and it’s not at all unpleasant. It makes you want to eat cherries together so you can then taste them in his kiss.

A lustful sigh escapes your lips and then the warmth disappears all at once. Sunghoon looks at you like you just woke him up from a deep slumber and takes a step back away from you. You call out for him worriedly and the sound of his name seems to make him think he did something terribly wrong.

“I-I’m sorry, Y/N, I don’t know what came over me. We shouldn’t do this, it’s not- I shouldn’t have done that,” he sighs, looking defeatedly at the ground.

“Why?” you ask quietly, almost inaudible.

“You should go home,” he snaps, then closes his eyes as if in pain, cringing at his harsh tone. “I’m sorry. I think you should go home, it’s getting late,” he repeats, softer this time, but the words still sting.

“O-okay,” you say to the floor, already feeling tears well up in your eyes. You feel like you just got rejected by your high school crush, and the humiliation makes you want to crawl into a hole and die.

Sunghoon sighs again. “I’ll let you know tomorrow about the furniture shopping, yeah? Chaeryeong is coming in the morning so we can go with her.”

“O-okay,” you repeat, surprised he still wants to do that with you. “Good night, Sunghoon,” you say without looking at him and scurry out of his house.

“Good night, Y/N,” Sunghoon answers to the emptiness after you’ve left, touching his lips with the tips of his fingers and feeling the ghost of your kiss there.

—

Truth be told, you haven’t always loved cherries. Because of a heinous lie your older brother had made you believe when you were just six years old, you hadn’t eaten cherries for two summers in a row. It was the summer your parents had finally allowed you to eat cherries as they came from the trees in your backyard - beforehand, they’d been too scared that you’d choke on the pit or swallow it unknowingly, and had always prepared purées or other forms that cherries can take for you to eat, so to be finally handed the small fruit and told “go ahead, try it,” felt like an honor.

A simple “don’t forget to spit out the pit” from your mother had sufficed for you to be careful, and yet, your brother had thought a fear tactic would be more effective. “If you swallow it, a tree will grow inside your belly and make you puke out cherries,” he’d lied when it was just the two of you at the outdoor table.

“Really?” you asked him in disbelief, horror written all over your face as you looked at the seemingly harmless yet deadly fruit in your hand. You’d already eaten two and were in the middle of eating a third; your brother nodding ‘yes’ in response was all it took for you to spit out the cherry furiously and immediately start sobbing, afraid you’d swallowed one even though all three pits were right there on the table, a guarantee that no unwanted flora would grow inside of you.

Your mother rushed outside at the sound of your wailing and quickly put two and two together when she saw your brother laughing uncontrollably while you hid your face in your hands, desolately imagining your future as a walking cherry tree. She held you tight in her arms as she told your brother off and reassured you that he was just playing a stupid prank on you. Still, the simple thought of swallowing a pit had terrified you and you were unable to eat cherries for the remainder of the summer and the one after that.

This is the story you tell Chaeryeong and her dad as the three of you sit outside together, making them laugh - although, a few minutes later, when Sunghoon is gone to the bathroom away, Chaer leans over the table and whispers, “It’s not true, is it?” so you reassure her that you’ve eaten cherries your whole life and have never had one single root take life in your tummy.

It’s been a bit over a week after you shared that kiss in his kitchen, and the awkward atmosphere is just starting to fade. You’re glad he didn’t ignore you after that night, even if pretending nothing happened when both of you are very aware that something did happen is only the slightly better alternative. It’s a refreshing change from boys that sleep with you and then act like you don’t exist, for sure.

The kiss hasn’t done anything to burst the tension; if anything, it’s made it even more electric. You catch him looking at your lips more than once and you wonder why he still acts the same way as before when he’s made it very clear he didn’t think kissing you was a good idea. Catching him shirtless one night in his bedroom doesn’t help, and neither does him catching you staring at him - you’d quickly shut the curtains, but it was too late, and he’d seen you ogling his toned chest and abs.

At least, the fact that Chaeryeong is here forces a bubbly atmosphere upon you, and you hope you’re not crazy when you notice him fondly looking at the both of you interacting. Chaer is an outgoing little girl and seems to have liked you as soon as you complimented the toy puppy in her hand, saying you used to have the same and it was your favorite.

The day you went food shopping was practically hell to get through. One evening, you were holding onto Sunghoon for dear life, finally kissing him, and the next afternoon, you were browsing through the endless aisles of your local IKEA, holding his daughter’s hand and pretending like you hadn’t kissed her daddy.

When it got to the bedroom part of the store, you and Chaer decided to try all the mattresses and find the most comfortable one. You usually were never one for seating and laying on random beds in stores, but there was a kid with you, so you were sure it’d be fine. When you found the one you liked most, you looked up at Sunghoon from your position and said, “This one’s pretty good, Sunghoon.” His immediately reddening cheeks told you everything you needed to know and you quickly sat up, clearing your throat. He tested the mattress by pushing his palm against it and muttered a “yeah, it’s pretty good” before scribbling down the number of the mattress onto the small sheet of paper customers use to remember which products they wanted.

Of course, now that Chaer is with him and most of the work in the house is done, save for some minor things that Sunghoon can finish up on his own, you spend a lot less time together. You hate that you miss him so much. You miss the way he makes you feel, like your whole body is on fire with just one look or one touch, the way his stupid jokes make you laugh or how endeared he looks when he talks about his daughter. Seeing him with her only adds to your stupid crush - he’s doting, protective and caring, makes sure she has everything to be happy and manages to treat her at once like the kid that she is but also like a human that has opinions and feelings. He’s a really good dad, and that does nothing whatsoever to stop your DILF fantasies, although now, it’s really Sunghoon that you want, and the fact that he’s a dad isn’t a dealbreaker, it just makes him that much better.

You hate that you miss him, and yet being with him is somehow worse, because you can’t do any of the things you want to do. You fall asleep one two many nights dreaming about his lips and how nice it’d be to feel them again - on your lips, on your neck, everywhere. You want to feel him everywhere, and this longing lust is starting to drive you crazy. You’d never wanted anyone this much.

He invites you over for dinner one night, and the look he gives you when he opens the door sends a shiver right down your spine. “Hi, Y/N.”

“Hi, Sunghoon.”

He leads you into the kitchen with a hand on your waist, even though you’ve been in his house many times before and need no assistance getting there. A small, horny voice at the back of your head tells you that tonight may be the night, but you quickly shut it down, not wanting to get your hopes up all on your own.

Sunghoon serves you a glass of red wine, and you ask him what the occasion is. “Just to celebrate the house being almost done,” he answers with a smile.

Dinner would have gone as usual if Sunghoon wasn’t practically staring you down the whole time, eyes full of something you can’t quite put your finger on and that drives you crazy. His gaze lingers on you every time you speak, and he punctuates the syllables of your name like he’s trying to get a feel for them on his tongue.

Your heart is pounding in your chest when the clock strikes nine p.m. and it’s time for Chaeryeong to go to bed - you don’t know if you’ll be able to handle being alone with Sunghoon, and you might have to make a run for it, Cinderella-style.

Chaer goes to the bathroom to wash up and change into her pajamas, and when she comes back, she asks - no, demands - that you’re the one who tucks her in, and who are you to say no to the cutest little girl on Earth? She holds you by the pinky as she drags you up the stairs to her room then buries herself in her covers, tapping on the bed next to her body for you to sit there. “Okay, now we can talk without Dad around,” she says all business-like.

She tells you about the boys at her school and the birthday party she went to last week and the latest drama with her friends. The both of you are too busy chatting and giggling to hear footsteps coming up the stairs and stopping at her door, hiding behind the wall. After ten minutes, she yawns loudly and says, “Can you call Dad? I think he’ll be sad if he doesn’t wish me good night.”

“Of course,” you reply and kiss her on the forehead, wishing her a good night yourself. You’re only half-surprised to find Sunghoon at the doorway, waiting for his cue.

“Wait up for me, yeah? I’ll just be a minute,” he says, that smile still on his lips, that smile that keeps you hoping.

“Okay,” you whisper, and head downstairs, nervously taking a sip from your wine glass as you wait for him on the living room couch.

He is indeed back in a very short time, too short a time for your nerves to settle, so when he sits down close to you on the couch, body turned towards yours, you can feel your heart in your throat. He traces the rim of his glass with the tip of his pointer finger and you both watch the slow movement for a bit, a heavy silence hanging over both of your heads. You wait for him to talk because you’re too scared of what you might say if you start the conversation.

“Y/N, I’ve been thinking,” he starts shakily, “about um, our kiss, the other day-”

“Oh, we don’t need to talk about that,” you quickly interrupt, waving your hand in dismissal at him. “You made it clear you didn’t like it-”

“No, that’s the thing-”

“And that you thought it was a bad idea-”

“No, just listen-”

“So let’s just forget about it, and-”

“Y/N,” Sunghoon says in a stern voice, raising his tone just enough to make you stop in your rambling.

“Yeah?” you look up at him, eyes wide open. Expecting, as always.

“I haven’t once stopped thinking about that kiss,” he says, sounding out-of-breath. “I handled it awfully, and I’m so sorry that I made you feel like I didn’t like it, because, God, I liked it. A lot,” he chuckles. “Maybe even too much.”

There they are, the words you’ve been dying to hear. Yet all you can say is a stupid “Oh.”

“I just… I was tipsy, and Chaeryeong was coming the next morning, and I panicked. I didn’t know what to do for the rest of the week, and you didn’t say anything, so I didn’t, either. But I can’t pretend like it isn’t there.”

“Like what isn’t there?” you echo, voice almost low as a whisper.

“You know… this,” he replies, voice as low as yours. Slowly, one of his hands comes up to trace your jawline. You release a shaky breath as you set your wine glass on the coffee table and rest your hand on his knee.

“Are you sure about this? ‘Cause if you tell me that you want me… then I’ll be all yours, Sunghoon,” you murmur, hands slowly sliding up his thigh. He takes you by the wrist and puts your hand right on top of his already growing erection, letting you know exactly how he feels about you.

“God, can’t you see what you do to me? I want you so bad, Y/N,” he almost growls, and with that, his lips are on yours, trapping you into a kiss far hungrier and more ferocious than the previous kiss, your mutual intentions finally laid out in front of you for you both to see.

Sunghoon wastes no time as he grabs you by the waist and brings you to his lap, sitting you on top of his crotch so that you can feel his hardening cock against your core. The kiss turns desperate in mere seconds, and you’re relieved to see that Sunghoon seems to have been waiting for this as long and with as much ardor as you have. Your hands are fisting his hair, tugging almost harshly, while his hands roam the expanse of your back until they settle on your ass, grabbing at it to press you closer to him. You can’t stop yourself from moaning into his mouth when his erection rubs over your core in just the right way, and he takes that opportunity to add tongue to the kiss, deepening it.

You start to grind yourself against him, which he helps you do by slightly rutting his hips into yours and bringing your ass closer at every movement. Quickly, you fall into a rhythm so perfect and that feels so good, you think you might explode right then and there. Forget riding his thigh, this is infinitely better.

Needing to catch your breath, you pull away from the kiss, but your lips find his jaw immediately and you start pressing wet, needy kisses there and down his neck, sucking in some spots so that light bruises appear. “Fuck, Y/N, that feels so nice,” he breathes, eyes shut closed. His scent drives you crazy, and his small praise makes you double down on your actions, almost biting the soft skin of his neck.

As you continue kissing him there, occasionally returning to his lips for more, his hands roam your thighs and then up your back, snaking themselves under your t-shirt and finding the clasp of your bra, quickly doing away with it. He pulls away just so he can help you out of your top and takes your bra off of you, hands caressing your sides as he admires your half-naked body in all its glory. You take his hands and bring them to your chest, resting your hands on top of his as you continue grinding onto him and let him play with your boobs. “You’re so fucking hot,” he practically moans, making you chuckle. You reach for the hem of his t-shirt, because it’s only fair that you get to see him too, and you bite back a moan when he uses the absence of your hands on his to pinch your nipples lightly, then takes one in his mouth, catching you off-guard. You forget all about your plan of undressing him as his tongue flicks at the perked bud, your hands finding his hair again as you moan unabashedly.

“S-Sunghoon,” you breathe, the combined feelings of his now fully hard cock pressing against your clothed but soaking cunt and of his warm mouth around your nipples really getting to your head and making you see stars, so that all you can say is his name. “Please,” you beg, you’re not sure what for. Mercy, perhaps. Or release.

“Please what, baby?” he asks, and the nickname goes straight to your core.

“I don’t- just, please, Sunghoon, please,” you say incoherently, making him chuckle.

“Okay,” he says as if he can read your mind, and you think he actually does when he lays you down on the couch, fingers finding the zipper of your shorts. He unbuttons them and slides them down your legs along with your soaked panties. He makes sure they’re fully off of your body before running his palms up both of your legs, from your ankles to your hips.

“Don’t tease, please,” you plead, too desperate for him to take his time.

“As you wish, princess,” he smirks, and brings a finger to your folds, sliding it down to gather some slick before pushing it inside your hole. Your back arches as an instant response to his touch and you let out a small whine, already craving for more. “Fuck, so wet, and all for me, yeah?” he questions, his eyes not once leaving your glistening pussy.

“Yes,” you breathe out, mind too fuzzy to produce a longer sentence.

“That’s a good girl,” he coos, and adds another finger, pushing all three of his knuckles in and massaging your sweet spot as soon as he finds it. When he’s found a rhythm for his motions, he finally looks up at you and curses himself for not having watched your face earlier. Head tilted back in pleasure, mouth agape as your breathing gets more and more irregular and eyebrows scrunched together, you look like the definition of sex, and it takes everything in Sunghoon to not start touching himself.

He forces himself to look away from you only to focus back on your pussy and notices your swollen clit that is begging for attention. He licks it tentatively, and when your back arches at the feeling of his tongue on you, he dives in completely, licking a stripe up your folds before wrapping his lips around the bud and sucking at it like he did with your nipples earlier. The pace at which his fingers are pumping out of you quickens and you’re pulling so hard at his hair, you think you might rip some strands off. You feel yourself getting close, and you’re reminded of all those frustrating encounters with college boys where they stopped right before you came, so you can’t stop yourself as you desperately chant “oh my God please don’t stop please don’t stop,” not even noticing the way you’re holding his head down against your clit and bucking your hips into his face.

Your orgasm hits you like a truck - this is probably the first one you’ve received from someone other than your own hand or your vibrator in the past year and a half. It takes your breath away, and you’re left gasping for air for a good thirty seconds, your mind reeling from the intensity of such pleasure. When you calm down, you lift your head to look at Sunghoon who’s already watching you with a grin on his face, your slick coating his chin and mouth.

You plop your head back down with a groan when realization hits you. “I’m sor-”

“Don’t even finish that sentence,” Sunghoon commands, hands rubbing your still-trembling thighs. “That was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen in my life,” he marvels, and you can’t help but giggle.

“Really?”

“Really.”

After another couple of seconds, you sit up on the couch and send Sunghoon a mischievous look. My turn, you think, and if his smile is any indicator then he seems to have understood. “Let me thank you,” you say, gesturing at him to sit up himself as you lower yourself to your knees on the couch in front of him.

You look up at him from between his thighs then unclasp his belt and undo his jeans. He lets out a shaky breath and says, “You don’t need to do this, you know-”

“Don’t be a gentleman, Sunghoon. I want to do this and I know you want it too. It’s pretty obvious,” you tease as you run your hand over his erection, watching in delight as his eyebrows furrow and his eyes close. “Now help me get these off of you.” He nods and raises his hips so you can take his jeans and underwear off, imitating his actions from before as you take your time to get them over his ankles and caressing his legs until they reach his crotch, watching as he takes his t-shirt off as well so that you can finally see him entirely. You’d caught glimpse of him shirtless before as he worked in his garden, but the sight still manages to take your breath away. Taut muscles and sun-tanned skin, laid bare right before you. This is what they mean by sculpted like a Greek god, you think.

You haven’t done anything, yet his head is already laid back against the top of the couch, Adam’s apple bobbing up and down as he gulps in expectation and chest rising visibly at every intake of breath. You must’ve saved a thousand souls in your previous life to be deserving of such an image.

You spit in your palm before taking him, starting out by slowly moving your hand up and down his shaft, then rubbing small circles against his tip, the small moan-like sighs that leave his lips letting you know you’re doing a good job. You gather some saliva in your mouth and spit on his length to add some lubricant and smirk when he lets out a low fuck. You bring your head closer and lick his balls, taking one at a time in your mouth and sucking very gently, making the volume of his moans increase. “Just like- fuck, just like that, Y/N.”

You then lick a long stripe up his cock and swirl your tongue around his tip when you reach it, humming at the taste of precum there. Sunghoon gathers your hair in a makeshift ponytail so it doesn’t get in your way, and finally looks down at you, blown away by the beautiful sight of your flushed cheeks and your mouth around his cock. He groans when you take him deeper and unconsciously bucks his hips into your throat, making you gag around him. He loves that feeling but doesn’t want to hurt you so he grabs your face and makes you look up at him, lust and worry written all over his face as he apologizes, but you quickly stop him. “It’s okay, I like it. You can do it again,” you say, and smile before wrapping your lips around him once more.

“Fuck, are you sure?” he asks and you hum, sending vibrations all over his body.

“God, o-okay,” he says, in disbelief that you’re okay with him practically fucking your throat and even liking it. And you do like it - you love letting him use your mouth to get off, just like you had earlier with him. He must have amazing core strength because he’s able to buck his hips into your mouth rapidly as he holds your head tight in his hands. The way you keep coming back for more every time he lets you breathe is enough to drive him crazy, but after a couple minutes, he stops you from taking him in your mouth again.

“I can’t- I don’t wanna cum like this,” he breathes, looking just as fucked-out as you do.

“Where, then?” you ask, kissing him all over his thighs as he trails his fingers through your hair. “Inside?”

He groans at the offer but shakes his head, eyes shut as if trying to calm himself down. “I haven’t got any condoms.”

“I’m on the pill,” you tell him, still pressing kisses on his warm skin. You’re far too desperate to feel him inside you to let a lack of condom stop you, especially when you don’t even need one.

He lets out an umpteenth shaky breath and makes you look up at him. “Are you sure?”

“Sunghoon,” you say, looking him dead in the eyes, “I’ve never been more sure of anything.” You’re relieved when he smiles and nods, bending down to trap your lips in a heated kiss for good measure. Something about being in this position, kneeling in front of his spread thighs and having to look up at him, turns you on even more.

“Okay, then,” he says, still smiling as he pulls away, holding you gently by the chin. “I don’t think I’ll be able to last long, and I want to feel you cum around me. So, tell me, what’s your favorite position, princess?”

The question takes you aback but you answer it anyway, looking at the ground. “Reverse cowgirl…” you admit shyly, a small smile spreading on your lips.

“Reverse cowgirl, huh?” Sunghoon repeats, and you don’t need to look at him to know he’s smirking. “Come here, then,” he says, and helps you up, making you turn around so your back faces him and seats you down on top of him, keeping your hips raised. He takes his cock inside his hands, pumps it a few more times before guiding it to your entrance, pressing kisses to your shoulders and nape to make you relax.

You moan at the simple feeling of his tip teasing your entrance and Sunghoon whispers “I know, baby” against your skin. “Sit down for me,” he commands gently, and you oblige, lowering your hips slowly to feel all of him stretching you out, the both of you moaning in synchronization when he bottoms out.

Sunghoon wraps an arm around your middle and pulls you onto him so that your back rests against his chest and you can let your head hang back next to his. “Let me do all the work, yeah?” he murmurs into your ear, and you hum in response. He doesn’t move for a bit, roaming his large hands all over your body until he feels your walls relax around him. One of his hands finds your breasts, playing with each nipple in turn, while the other finds your clit. It’s all so much but so good that you’re already a moaning mess before he’s even started moving. “Ready?” he asks, but you’re too far gone to answer.

His pace starts out slow, but you’re impatient and whine as you try to move your hips against his to go faster, which makes him tut. “I told you I’d do the work, didn’t I?” he asks, pinching one of your nipples in reprimand. “So be good for me and stay still, Y/N. I promise I’ll make you feel good.” You whine again but stop moving, heeding his words.

“Perfect,” he whispers and kisses your neck before picking up the pace, shushing you when your moans get too loud.

“I’m sorry, just feels too good,” you manage to let out.

“I know, but you need to stay quiet, baby,” he says, yet gets rougher with his thrusts, which does not help in the slightest. His hand that was on your breasts comes up to cover your mouth, but he quickly decides to make you suck on two of his fingers instead, muffling your moans a bit.

His fingers on your clit haven’t relented this whole time and after just a few minutes, you feel that familiar knot tying itself again in your stomach and you know you’re mere moments away from it coming undone. Judging by his rapid but clumsy thrusts, Sunghoon must be close too. He pounds into you like you’ve been wanting him to ever since you first set eyes on him as he entered the hardware store, hitting your g-spot over and over again. Tears roll down your cheeks and you whimper around his fingers, biting down on them as your second orgasm hits you.

You’re practically sobbing as he helps you ride out your high, his movements sending your body into pleasant overstimulation until he reaches his high too, the feeling of your pussy clenching tightly around him pushing him over the edge. Ropes of his semen paint your walls white, and there’s enough of it for him to become a father of two. You whine as he pulls away, and feel his cum slipping out of you and onto the couch underneath you. Before you can catch your breath, he asks, “Baby, can I do something very dirty?” and you nod without thinking much. This man could do anything he wanted to you, and you’d thank him for it.

He settles you back down onto the couch, kneels on the floor, head level with your core, and sticks his tongue inside your hole, making you yelp in surprise and overstimulation. You don’t understand what he’s doing until he comes back up and makes you open your mouth with his thumb, then spits inside it, telling you to swallow. You do as he says and taste his cum, laughing in disbelief at what he just did - and at how much you liked it. “Fuck,” you giggle.

“Was that too much?”

“God, no,” you say, and he smiles. You open your arms, gesturing for him to get back on the couch. He rests his head between your breasts, the both of you sighing in contentment as he rubs small circles on your belly and you graze your fingers through his hair. He’s so silent that you think he’s fallen asleep, but he speaks up after a while, voice soft and calm like you’ve never heard before.

“We should go get cleaned up…” he says, and you hum in agreement, “...but it’s so nice here,” he finishes, making you giggle.

“If we get cleaned up quickly now, we can cuddle in bed right afterwards,” you argue.

“You’re right. Infallible logic. You’re so smart, you know that, Y/N?” he says, and you can hear the smile in his voice.

“Of course I know that,” you joke. “Let’s go,” you say, kissing the top of his head.

You take a shower together, cleaning each other and leaving kisses here and there, or touching in places you shouldn’t touch and that maybe lead to more, right there in the shower. Now that you’ve had a taste, you’re insatiable, and you warn Sunghoon that the both of you are in for a very long night, to which he answers that he wouldn’t have it any other way.

Once you do fall asleep, (which isn’t until two rounds later, and you’re surprised either of you have this much energy), however, you’re holding each other tightly, the fan on high so that you don’t feel all sticky, being so close to each other. Even if you wake up here and there because he shuffled or he snored too loudly, it’s one of the best sleeps you’ve ever had.

—

You wake up the next morning by small giggles and snorts that come from none other than Park Chaeryeong herself, who’s buried herself between you and her dad, shaking her body to wake the two of you. You’re glad that you listened to Sunghoon when he told you to put on a t-shirt of his as well as some underwear so neither you or Chaer would have a fright when she came and woke you up as she liked to do every morning. “You had a sleepover!” she exclaims excitedly when she sees you’ve finally opened your eyes, looking at her with a sleepy expression and a smile.

“We did!” you reply, trying to keep the same level of excitement.

“We did,” Sunghoon repeats, taking his daughter in her arms to hug her tightly and blows a raspberry in her neck to make her laugh.

“You didn’t invite me!” she shrieks when her dad’s left her alone.

“Sorry, sweetheart. It was just me and Y/N.”

“No fun,” she pouts, laying on her back and crossing over arms before turning back to her dad. “So, is Y/N my new mom?” she whispers even though you’re right there. You gasp at her question, making wide eyes at Sunghoon who just snorts, and you can’t tell if she’s genuinely asking or if she’s an eight-year-old with an advanced sense of irony.

“Of course not. Is Heeseung your new dad?” he asks, mentioning his ex’s new boyfriend. Chaer shakes her head.

“No. He’s Mommy’s boyfriend.”

“Exactly, and Y/N is Daddy’s girlfriend. Isn’t she?” he asks, raising an eyebrow at you, smirking.

“She is,” you reply, and Chaer turns back to you, giggling. She snuggles close to you, wrapping an arm around your middle, and you’re taken aback by the sheer cuteness of it all. You look at Sunghoon with a fake pained expression, and he smiles endearingly at the two of you before sighing and joining you in your hug. He rests his arms around you and his daughter, kissing the top of your heads in turn.

“My girls,” he mutters in your hair, and you smile peacefully.

There’s a lot of things you have to talk about with Sunghoon. You know your parents - especially your mom - will be okay with the two of you together, but will his parents be? And once semester starts again, what will happen? You’ll have to go back to campus and he’ll have to stay here - will a three-hour drive be a dealbreaker, or will you make it work?

The thing is, there’s no point in thinking about all of this at this moment. You’ve got the whole summer to figure things out. For now, you’ll eat cherries and spit out the pits, and everything will be perfect.

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