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Make It Up To You

PAIRING: sugardaddy!Yuta x lawstudent!Reader

GENRE: smut, angst

SUMMARY: With dreams larger than life, Y/n dips her feet in unchartered territory. She comes in wanting nothing else but to make her dreams of becoming a lawyer come true, only to be woken up by reality once the midnight clock strikes. Now she's gotten greedy. She wants both her dream and her sugar daddy back.

WARNINGS: There is sex, yes, but I think I wanted to focus on warning everyone of the emotions that come with this piece! There's a lot of inner conflict happening. Yuta uses pet names like baby, sweet girl, and princess. Hair pulling and overstimulation are present.

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“Being the firm’s youngest partner is what you’re turning your back on, are you sure about this?”

You look out the window of the conference room you’re in and then at the glass of bourbon on the table top. You play with the rim of the glass before bringing it to your lips to take a sip. The drink brings a gratifying burn down your throat.

You set the glass back on the table and looked out the window again, eyeing a particular building in the sea of concrete spread around the city. Then you turn to look at Suho, the firm’s senior partner, straight in the eye, “I’ve never been surer.”

Suho sighs and walks to where you are, “You’re the best we ever had. But you have too much talent to be pinned down in one place. So go ahead.”

You give your boss of five years a grateful smile, “Thank you, I appreciate it.”

“The doors to the firm are always open for you, Y/n. Remember that,” he adds.

And you will remember it. But now, your head is set on finally staging the reunion you’ve been yearning for for the past five years. To put yourself again within the circle of the only man you burned for – Nakamoto Yuta. Nothing and no one can stop you anymore, not even hell.

–Blooming–

It was the summer before you started law school when you met Yuta. You were running the counter in a high-end bar a few blocks away from Harvard, serving drinks to what you can only assume to be senior law students of the crimson-branded university by the way they were discussing their review subjects for the next semester. And this is exactly why you fought to get this part-time job. Partly because you needed money and partly because of the crumbs of legal knowledge that you know will come in handy when it’s your turn to study.

Even if you’re not going to Harvard, you can’t wait for school to start. You had no support, no fall back, no rich parents to shell out cash for crimson education. Despite all that, you figured you were going to chase your dream of becoming a lawyer even if you can’t get into your dream school.

“One whiskey on the rocks please,” the gentleman starts “with your number on the side, kindly.”

You stare at the patron in front of you, your eyes raking over the sharp features of his face. His eyes, his nose, his jawline. Everything is devilish – that’s the word you’re going to use to describe him, devilishly handsome.

“Uh,” you clear your throat, “I’ll get that drink started for you. As for my number, that one might rack up your bill.”

“I’m not one to worry about bills, darling,” he answers with an upward curve on his lips.

You heard about this myth before. Rich young men scouring through bars and libraries, looking for desperate pretty girls to fund and blow wealth for. Desperate is what you are. Pretty? Arguable.

“Well, that makes one of us,” you retort as you finish preparing his drink. “One whiskey on the rocks, without my number on the side.” The man laughs at your spice and the kick of innocence it comes with. It’s painstakingly obvious to him that this is your first rodeo and he doesn’t mind.

“I’m Yuta,” he offers before taking a sip of his drink and sliding a crisp five hundred dollar bill across the counter, “For my bills.” And just like that, he’s walking away from you, leaving you in slight surprise, thinking this is the biggest tip you’ve ever received.

But that night wasn’t the last time you’ll see Yuta.

The gorgeous man became a regular. For the next few days, he kept buying just a single drink, barely sipping it, and then leaving a hefty cash for his ‘bill’ which is 400% more than what he has to pay.

“Yuta, sir, you have to stop giving me so much tips,” is what you finally told him one time, only to receive a, “But those aren’t tips. It’s my show of gratitude for allowing me to look at such a pretty sight.”

Then days became weeks and you found yourself looking forward to seeing him. His presence has become a comfortable staple during your shifts, especially when he’s such a smooth talker. Saying the right words, initiating the right conversations. You’ve become so comfortable you finally gave him the side he ordered the first time you met – your number, free of charge.

“If you give me a ridiculously high tip tonight, I’ll take my number back.”

“Come on, pretty girl, that’s not who I am.”

“Then… just 10% is enough,” you said. Yuta lets out a full grin at the compromise you offer, only to order a $2,000 whole bottle of expensive ass wine. You just shook your head at his antics, looking forward to when he’ll put your number into good use.

You didn’t have to wait long because the moment you clocked out, you received a text message from an unknown number.

Free to take a call now? -Y

Instead of replying, you called the number, knowing full well who it belongs to. Not a second later, the person on the other line picks up.

“How did you know my shift is done?”

“I just do,” he answers, “Your voice sounds even prettier like this, when it’s close to my ear.” you fix the strap of your bag on your shoulders to deflect the warm feeling brought by his compliment.

“Why did you want to call me?”

“Let me take you to dinner, princess. Tomorrow night at 7PM. You don’t have to prepare anything, it’s going to be just dinner.”

“Just dinner?” you confirm while biting your lip. Truth be told you saw this coming. You can smell wealth emanating off of Yuta from a mile away. The way he speaks, the drinks he orders, his every movement is a type of refined you can’t learn, no. It was a birth rite he earned.

And while Yuta has been nothing short of a gentleman towards you, in his world, you’re not the type of person he’s going to settle with. You know all this is just a fun time for him and to be honest, you’re intrigued by it, too. You want to have fun, too. But you have no idea how this works or if you’re even built for this world you’re trying to enter in.

“I promise, just dinner. And talking.” He says assuringly.

“O-Okay.”

“Great, I’ll pick you up tomorrow.”

But Yuta didn’t just pick you up. He bought and sent you a new dress, a new pair of shoes, and a pair of earrings that you’re afraid to google how much because you want to maintain a normal blood pressure.

The drive to the restaurant was quiet and uneventful, partly because you’re stunned to see how Yuta looks like in the open and under better lighting. At the bar, you can barely see his features, but even so, you already knew he looks so beautiful. But now, you’re gutted and blown away. You can’t help but steal glances at him and you know he notices it based on the subtle smirk he sports every time you turn your head to him.

“I’m glad to see you’ve taken a liking to my face,” he says and you choke on your saliva because you didn’t expect him to address it.

“You’re not so bad,” is all you can offer and Yuta chuckles at your attempt to hide your true feelings.

“We’re almost there.”

And true to his promise, in just a few minutes, you’re pulling up to a fancy restaurant with lots of light and posh cars parked in the driveway. Once fully parked, Yuta goes out and opens the door for you. You take his hand stretched out to help you and observe the scenery before your eyes.

The restaurant had an open garden with a big fountain. The location was overlooking the city and away from all the noise and pollution, something you’ve been used to your whole life. If what you’re seeing is a foreshadowing of what’s about to happen during dinner, you guess you’re not mad.

Once you enter the place, the receptionist brings you to a semi-secluded table. There was enough privacy for you and Yuta if that’s what he was aiming for. So when you’re both fully seated, you decide you don’t have to beat around the bush.

“Why did you ask me out for dinner?”

Yuta was not shocked at all. He fully expected questions from you. “Been wanting to take you out for dinner since the first time I saw you,” he offers.

“Okay, but,” you blow out a sigh before continuing, “Can I be honest?”

“Of course, I expect you to be.”

“I know what this is, okay? Do you want me to be your sugar baby?”

“Smart girl,” Yuta muses. “How can I get you to say yes, then?” He inquires. He absolutely knows you’re in on this. You just needed to set some things straight, but he already knows you’re on board.

“Well first, I can’t with the lavishness.”

“You can’t with the lavishness.” Yuta repeats in a declarative tone, urging you to clarify.

“Yes, I can’t. I just,” you take a pause, a deep breath because you can’t believe what you’re about to say. But you’re determined to say it. If Yuta wants to have his fun, you’ll gladly play. But not without advancing your own interests, too.

“Go on, darling.”

“I just –, I have an approved law school application with Harvard. But I’ve enrolled in a different law school instead. Somewhere I can afford. But Harvard is where I want to be. So, instead of earrings and dresses like this,” you said pointing to the beautiful piece you have on, “Use your money to fund my education.” You said in one breath.

You study Yuta’s face. There's a hint of growing interest in his eyes and something more that you can’t name. He adjusts on his seat before speaking, “Y/n, I’ll fund Harvard,” he starts, “But that’s not all I’ll fund. Since you said your piece, my piece is that I get satisfaction out of seeing you spoiled. I need you pampered in every possible way. Without you giving that to me, I’m out.”

“Well, okay. But not outrageous.”

“Not outrageous,” he assures. “Was that all you wanted to say?”

“Didn’t think you’d agree so quickly,” you said quietly.

“Being a lawyer – that’s a dream worth supporting, baby girl.” You look up to meet his eyes, the sound of the new endearment making your insides swirl.

“I also wanted to add,” you fidget your fingers at this next bit, “About sex… when? And uh, how often?”

Yuta subtly rubs his lower lip with his forefinger. First, your adorable gestures. Then, your drive and determination. Now, talking about sex with him. Yuta’s convinced you were born to drive him insane.

“Why don’t we settle on a natural pacing? There doesn’t have to be a set date, just when you feel it’s good for you. This doesn’t have to be strictly transactional.”

“It doesn’t?”

Yuta chuckles, “It doesn’t. I only have one condition on this.”

“Okay, what is it?”

“The day you become a lawyer is the day we part ways.”

—

You recall your first dinner with Yuta like it was just yesterday. But time flew by so quickly. It’s been five years since that summer. All the time you spent with him was nothing short of blissful. Yuta has spoiled the hell out of you, giving you whatever you want and whatever you need, even his cock.

In your first semester, when you first experienced the infamous baptism of fire during a recitation that followed the socratic method, you were sobbing in the hallway, walking mindlessly out of Langdell Hall. Once you were out of the building, Yuta’s car was already waiting for you with his window down and a cup of your favorite drink in his hand– something that made you sob even more.

In the short while you’ve been his sugar baby, he’s memorized all the things that comforted you, including the cheap five-dollar tea from your favorite shop down the street.

By the end of your first year, you learned the bitter truth that Harvard law was cut throat in every way possible. Not only were the majority of your peers coming from rich, well-connected families, but they were also the best of the best. You busted your ass off studying day and night. Thanks to Yuta, you no longer had to work. You were provided with anything you needed. Allowance, lodging, tuition, books, everything. And your hard work paid off. You ranked second in the whole batch by the end of the term. But what you don’t have is the smell that emanated from the rich.

You weren’t one to envy, you know the value of hard work. When both your parents died and you were left to fend for yourself, you did. Now that you’re practically living your dream, you force yourself to focus and ignore everything else, but you can’t help but listen in on the conversations during the last day of school. Everyone had something – a vacation home to visit, an internship for their family business, a meeting with the politicians. You felt like a sore thumb and the feeling left a toxic taste in your mouth.

“Hey, princess.” Yuta greets.

“Hi, daddy,” You greet back, melting into him in an embrace. You put your arms around his neck and just settled there for a while. Yuta withheld nothing from you including warm affection.

“That’s not a tone fit for someone who just ranked 2nd in all of this year’s batch?” He says as he rubs the small of your back, taking your bag from you.

“Hmm…”

“Have something for you,” he says. You unwrap your arms around his neck and look up at him. He takes out a cream envelope from his pocket and hands it to you. You open it and inside were plane tickets to your favorite country.

“Iceland?! Are we going to Iceland?” you scream in excitement.

“Yes, we are. It’s your reward for doing so well,” he softly says as he caresses your hair.

“Oh my god,” is all you can say as you reach out to kiss Yuta on his lips.

And just like that, Yuta made sure you stood with confidence.

When everyone was taking internships, he sent you to Japan to intern for the country’s top litigation firm where you spent eight weeks learning and being trained by the best lawyers. You even got a certification for writing and speaking Nihongo. You didn’t realize then, but Yuta’s chest swelled with pride every time you conversed with him in his native tongue.

When everyone got invited to networking events, you were his plus one in every benefit gala and company events attended by all the top businessmen and politicians. And every single time, he introduced you as the brilliant girl soon to be Harvard attorney that caught his attention.

When everyone was pitching in so much money for the batch year-end parties, Yuta sponsored one whole party in your name, flying everyone out to Singapore for 2 days and 3 nights. Yuta told you to say it was from your rich dad because according to him he is your daddy to which you rolled your eyes in response.

And when your stress reached high levels, he made sure to pamper you in ways only he can do. Stuffing your pussy with his monster cock, eating you out until you pass out, giving you orgasms enough to sustain you to eternity. His gentle demeanor is taken over by a beast once you’re in his bedroom, marking every part of your skin, animalistically taking you in every possible position. Yuta made sure you received sex only from the best – him.

Yuta never allowed you to bow your head, instead he always held your chin up. He never let your confidence die down. Because of him, you became unstoppable.

And now, you’re roughly just 5 minutes away from knowing the results of the bar, from being a lawyer. You know you’ll get it. There’s no other possible result but passing it and even potentially topping it. You prepared yourself for the day when you and Yuta have to go your separate ways.

There’s an indescribable pain in your chest.

The day you reach your dream is the day you die.

You love Yuta. How could you not?

But he doesn’t. He made his condition clear. The very day you become a lawyer is the day he disappears. Fuck.

Here you are, in front of your laptop, in the middle of the living room of the penthouse that Yuta gave you, with fingers shaking, you refresh the Supreme Court’s website. While others were out with friends and family, you chose to know about the result alone and inside. Just to privately celebrate what you were about to gain and grieve what you were about to lose.

When the site refreshes, you scroll down to see the names of the passers, the first one belonging to you.

2025 Bar Examination Top 10 Examinees

1. Jung, Y/n …………………… 90.7700%

Just seconds after you see your name, your phone buzzes. It’s a message from Yuta.

“Congratulations, Atty. Y/n. Never doubted you for a second.”

And as your finger hovers over the text, your thumb shakily taps the call icon next to Yuta’s name. You bite down on your lip in hopes that the inevitable won’t happen…

The number you have dialed is now unattended, please try again later.

And you broke down. Yuta is officially gone. In the flurry of congratulatory messages, there you were, mending the brokenness in you that you know will never heal.

– Withering –

After taking your oath as an attorney, you quickly joined the best of the best – Anderson Kim & Tomotsune– the top litigation and commercial law firm in the country with clientele both in US and Asia.

You were both a lion and a bull, a ruthless negotiator specializing in commercial disputes. Your peers call you the merciless closer for closing negotiations far too in favor of your clients, leaving the opposing side with, well, nothing. In your defense, you found every opposing lawyer you faced to be too lazy and negligent causing them to lose out. Meanwhile, you feed on the challenge.

In your 5-year career, you had no losses under your belt, making you the favorite and most sought after lawyer by corporations. Your firm racked three-fold in profits, making it easy for you to climb up the partnership ladder.

But you only had one goal. And today’s the day you reach it.

“Atty. Jung, welcome to Nakamoto Holdings. It’s a pleasure to finally have you join the team,” Johnny Suh, head of legal and your new boss, greets.

“The pleasure is mine, Atty. Suh.”

“Do you have any idea how hard we fought for you? HR had a field day,” Johnny says. You laughed at his remark but inside, you knew how hard Nakamoto fought to get you.

When news that you declined the offer of partnership from Anderson Kim & Tomotsune spread, companies raced to entice you to join them. But you only had Nakamoto Holdings in mind. It only made sense to join the best of the best on your new venture. While you had other motives, you also had pride. Sure there was a bit of a push and pull, leveraging on the uncertainty of your sweet ‘yes’, but all of that was just a part of your ploy, a negotiating skill you learned to get the upper hand.

But now you’re here and you want to see Yuta again.

Just as you were about to continue your conversation with Johnny, the door to the conference room opens to reveal the man in your thoughts.

“Yuta,” Johnny says, as he bows.

You turn to where the door is, find Yuta’s eyes, and give him a full bow.

–

Johnny had told him there was new blood he wanted him to meet. Someone he’ll definitely like, according to Johnny. What his friend failed to mention was that this new blood was you, the girl that took his heart. But maybe the term woman would be a better fit for you. What he sees is no longer the young wide-eyed Y/n from years ago.

In front of him was someone more poised, more confident in the way she carried herself. Your once carefree hair, now flowed in controlled waves, a subtle elegance that matched the sharpness in your gaze. You were wearing something tailored, something that accentuated the shape of your body—making him note the added fullness in your hips.

Your eyes were the most different. They used to be soft, filled with the innocence of someone just beginning to experience the world, now they held an edge—an intensity that came with your reputation. He heard stories about you. Of course, he did. He knew about the young lawyer rising through the ranks, feeding dust to the seasoned.

So it’s not surprising that there was a quiet power in your presence now. And yet, when you met his gaze, there was a flicker of something familiar—a quiet vulnerability, a hint of the girl who he once held close to him.

“Mr. Nakamoto,” you greeted him.

“Atty. Jung.” he acknowledged back.

“You know her already!” his head of legal says.

“I think everyone knows Atty. Jung, Johnny.”

“You’re right. In fact we were just talking about how hard it was to get her.”

“Is that right?”

Yuta sees you shifting from your position, turning your body to face him better.

“Atty. Suh flatters me, it’s my pleasure to join the company,” you tell him while reaching out your hand to offer a handshake.

“We’re glad to have you here,” he responds as he takes your hand in his.

—

“You’re fucking crazy,” Yuta scorns as he takes a drink of his favorite whiskey. The one he ordered the first night he saw you at that bar across Harvard.

“How is getting top talent crazy? Don’t you agree she’s the best in the field right now?” Johnny defends.

“She is. That’s why I’m restraining myself from punching your face,” he tells his friend. “But you know exactly who she is. Don’t fuck around.”

“Ya, I’m not fucking around! And what? Your feelings are getting in the way of business now? So what if she was your sugar baby and the love of your life? That baby is going to lead us to the frontlines.”

“Johnny Suh, you watch yourself. Don’t you damn speak of her name carelessly. I will fucking kill you. Even if you’re my best friend.” The intensity in his eyes sobers Johnny up.

“Damn, you still have it baaad,” Johnny says as he steps out of your office, avoiding the chaos that’s about to befall him.

Yes, he does. Not a day went by that he didn’t think of you. Did he have regrets? Zero. He did what he had to do to make sure you were as whole as a person as you can be.

But a longing? A big one.

Five years ago, Yuta knew you were going to pass the bar. There were no retakes, he absolutely had faith in you. So when he sees your name in the list of passers, bagging the top 1 spot, it comes as no surprise. He was so proud of you and wanted nothing but to engulf you in a hug, spin you around, and pepper your face with kisses. He wanted to celebrate with you and whisper in your ear many times how proud he is of you.

But he had a promise to fulfill.

Yuta was enamored by you but falling in love with you was something he failed to calculate. He only wanted to spoil you, to make you his by offering to be your sugar daddy. But he thought all that would be a passing season in his life. After all, he wasn’t the type to take things seriously. But that summer passed and there came autumn, then winter, but the feeling never left. You were very much still there.

But then again, loving you was easy. You were the most beautiful person in his eyes. Everything about you captivated him. The way your body responds to his every call and every touch sets him on fire. He burns for you, romantic as it may sound. He was very much yours as much as you are his.

But Yuta noticed how you would get quiet. You would look out the car window, deep in thought, letting out a sigh he knows you don’t notice. And he knows that it’s because sometimes, you feel less than what you’re actually worth.

No matter how hard he makes sure that you don’t feel any less than your peers, he knows that he can only do so much. The rest of your healing from feelings of inferiority is yours, and yours alone to make.

So when you finally reached your dream of becoming a lawyer, Yuta knew that the only way was to set you free. For you to achieve every achievement, on your own, without doubting whether or not you did it by yourself or because of him. He did not dare take the opportunity from you even if it came at the cost of his own happiness.

So he settled with watching you from afar. Updating himself with your latest wins.

But now, you’re here. If his gut is right and it was your own doing that brought you back to him, then he will do anything to fucking get you back.

Yuta drinks the last of his whiskey and heads out of his office.

– Budding –

It’s only your first day but you’re already leaving work at 11 p.m. Johnny told you to go home hours ago but even so, you had to ride out your high by organizing everything. Your stuff, your files, your projects in the pipeline. You wanted to make sure you hit the ground running.

As you were walking to your car, you bumped into a wall, only it wasn’t a wall. Because if it was, then you wouldn’t have a familiar pair of arms wrapped around your waist saving you from a fall.

“Careful,” Yuta says.

After being momentarily stunned by his presence, you quickly separate yourself from him. You adjust your dress and clear your throat.

“T-Thank you.” Fuck, did you have to stutter?

“Are you heading home just now?”

“Yes. I was just working on some stuff, Mr. Nakamoto,” You look at him only to see a confused face.

“Already? You just joined today.”

“Just wanted to do my best,” you say. “I’ll be heading home now, Sir.” You said briefly before bowing and walking to where your car is.

You wanted to get away from him. Being near him was clouding your mind. It was suffocating. You thought you were already stronger than this. You thought you could finally handle anything. And yet, just one touch from his hand has you spiraling again. The unanswered questions in your mind are resurfacing back again. Questions like, did he really have to leave?

Fucking pathetic bitch, is what you thought to yourself. You are exactly that. A pathetic simpering bitch.

Just as you were about to enter your car, a hand grabs your wrist, forcing you to face the culprit.

“What the hell?”

“Let’s talk,” Yuta demands, almost in a pleading tone rather than a demanding one, which is funny because begging is more of your turf than his.

“There’s nothing to talk about,” you spat. You feel his grip tighten around your wrist.

“Don’t drag this out, Y/n.”

“Oh, so it’s just Y/n now? We’re back to first names, is that it? Okay if that’s how it is, then, you can’t make me talk to you,” you mock, “daddy.”

You see Yuta seething at your sarcasm. After all these years, you still know how to push his buttons. Your spunk has not faded even one bit and this fact makes Yuta blink in realization. He mellows out at the realization that you are still very much the Y/n he knows. The one with burning questions in her mind.

Yuta blows out the air from his lungs. “Please, Y/n?”

You rashly take your hand back. “Fine,” you relented.

—

You decided talking in the office was a bad idea. With the fountain of emotions bubbling in your chest, you might throw a furniture or two at Yuta’s face and you’d be charged with damage to property. No, thanks.

“I want to talk at my home,” you told Yuta. You needed home court advantage for the conversations that will be had tonight.

It was your plan all along to talk to Yuta. It’s why you wanted to join their company in the first place! But you can’t handle how fast things are unfolding. Didn’t expect that Yuta would be the first one to approach. Definitely didn’t expect this scene of his car tailing yours.

As you reach your home in the shape of a three storey townhouse with a gracious driveway, you brace yourself for what’s to come. Should you remain stoic? Should you put a wall around your heart? Honestly, you haven’t decided.

You park your car and you see Yuta doing the same. You were the first to enter the house so you leave the door open for him. And when he’s fully in, you’re ready to square him.

“It’s a really nice home, Y/n.”

“So what, we’re going to gush over architecture, now?” you mumble as you sink down on your sofa. When you look up, you see Yuta’s tongue poking his cheek, clearly about to lose it, but he’s inside your house. He won’t dare lose it.

“Separating after you became an attorney was the plan all along. You knew that since the beginning,” Yuta calmly starts. He eyes you as he invites himself to sit on the chair across you, leveling the field between the two of you.

And you just stare at him. So many words pooling in your mind, constructing arguments, preparing to launch a missile of anger.

But all of a sudden, a foreign feeling washes over you — defeat. There was no winning here. Even if you get to say your piece, the conclusion is inevitable.

It seems that Yuta moved on and you did not. You’re still the mess of a fool who is clearly, hopelessly in love with him. Despite the prestige, the reputation you built for yourself, everything crumbles down in front of him.

You hate it. You abhor it.

You stand from where you’re seated and turn your back away from Yuta, deciding that faking it might be the way to go. Strengthening the dam in your heart might be your saving grace.

“Y/n, talk to me,” he stands, “Baby,” Yuta got to you and held your hand, willing you to face him. And when you do, you explode.

“Don’t fucking call me that!” you shout, “You LEFT me. Immediately dropped me when you had the chance.” The dam, fortified as it may, has reached its limit.

“You did not hesitate, did not bat a damn eye. You never looked back,” you sob and finish in a broken voice.

Yuta looks at you with equal brokenness in his eyes, devastated at where his decision left you. From holding your hands, he holds you in the same manner he has held you before – one arm around you and one hand soothing your back – exactly how you remember it.

“I’m sorry, baby,” Yuta croaks.

You punch his chest in an attempt to save yourself. You punch him again to prove a point.

“So why?! Did you hate me that much? Was I so pathetic in your eyes that you couldn’t...” you dropped to the floor and sobbed in frustration. At this point you were just fully letting your heart out. Fuck masking it, fuck hiding it from Yuta. You deserve this, you deserve to let your pain known to the person who inflicted it.

"No, Y/n," Yuta begins to explain as he kneels in front of you. Now both of you are on the floor. He wipes a tear that fell down your cheek. "I'm so proud of what you made for yourself. This is all you. But before, even when you tried to hide it, I saw whenever you thought yourself to be less than everybody," this time Yuta brushes a stray hair away from your face.

"So when you finally became a lawyer, I couldn't rob you of the opportunity to heal. To take full ownership of your life without associating credit to anyone. Even if it meant leaving you, the only girl I loved and truly cared for."

Your lips part at Yuta's sudden confession. You wrap your head around his explanation and you hate how you immediately see reason.

You remember how your confidence solidified throughout the years. No one can put dirt on your name because it was clear as day that your accomplishments were yours and yours alone.

Years of self doubt brought by your background, or lack thereof, went down the drain when you started getting favorable decisions for your clients left and right, when your negotiations closed million dollar contracts.

So, Yuta was right. You did heal that part of your heart. But not without having another hole in it. A desperate yearning that nothing and no one could satisfy.

But there was a point of clarification that had to be made.

"The girl you loved...?"

"Yes, baby. I had to leave you. The girl I loved and still love."

You suck in a breath, "You never called again. You were totally gone."

"And it killed me everyday, sweet girl. Didn't even know I'd get to hold you again like this," he says quietly as he rests his forehead against yours.

"Knew I hurted you. I knew you'd hate me. And god forbid reappearing in your life would open wounds you're trying to heal. So I just watched you from afar," he says as he wipes another tear escaping from your eyes.

"You looked beautiful in your red dress, accepting that award three years ago. Top outstanding young women under 30, was it?” He recalls. You release a tearful chuckle because you were indeed wearing red that night, hoping that Yuta was watching and that the sight of you in a pretty dress would entice him to call you again. He didn’t call but he was watching.

“Let me make it up to you, Y/n. If you’d let me, I’d make up for our lost years all my life.”

You shifted into hugging your knees close to your chest, just quiet and thinking. Considering. But only so slightly because the answer has already been set in stone. You want him so terribly your body aches.

The pressure in the air shifts, anger dissolving and being replaced by something else, a feeling born out of the same passion.

You mumble something from under your breath, half wanting to be heard, half hoping to be hidden.

"Hmm, what was that?" Yuta inquires, angling his head to hear you better. So you repeat yourself, this time your words coming out as a whisper.

Yuta holds the side of your thighs, desperate to make out of what you want, "Can you speak louder, my sweet girl? Tell me what you need."

"I said, then fuck me and break my back!" You said, mortified and frustrated that you had to repeat the same thing thrice. You glare at Yuta who doesn't mirror your expression.

Instead he had a blooming smile on his face, biting his lower lip to stop himself from breaking out into a full grin. He can't help but think how painfully adorable you looked.

But you're right. He had years of stolen intimacy to make up to you. He better get to work and he will.

"I'll make love to you the whole night, baby," Yuta says as he stands. He takes both your hands in his to help you up as well. He takes your face in his right hand, caressing your cheek with his thumb.

"Will do it just the way you like it," he finishes in barely a whisper before he leans down to claim your lips in his.

Yuta's tongue was exploring, memorizing every crevice on your lips, mapping every corner one by one before seeking access.

When his other hand settles on the back of your head angling you to the perfect position, you let out a small whimper granting him access to you. He takes your tongue in his mouth, sucking on it, pouring every bit of his longing into the kiss.

When he separates from you, you were panting. Your lips swollen and irises blown out. Yuta swipes his thumb across your bottom lip.

"Will take my time with you. Make you come on my fingers first, then on my tongue. Will make you come at least twice, or maybe thrice, before I fill you with my cock. Then when you're tired, you can sleep but when you wake up in the morning, you'll find that I'm still inside you, still not done. How's that sound, sweet girl?"

Your lips part at how delicious his plan sounds. You also caught yourself letting out a wince imagining how awful walking will feel tomorrow. But nonetheless you give Yuta a nod.

Yuta kisses you again. This time, you put your arms around his neck, desperate to be near him. He breaks the kiss only to move your hair away from your right shoulder, revealing your neck, giving him a blank canvass to leave open mouthed kisses on.

“Want to see you,” he murmurs against your feverish skin, his hand reaching to the zipper at the back of your dress, dragging it down your waist. He peels your dress from you like you were a gift, letting the fabric pool at your feet. You shiver at the feel of the sudden air on your skin.

Yuta takes a step back to take in your form, relishing every curve on your body. It wasn’t his imagination that your hips got fuller. You were just as beautiful as the last time he saw you, if not, even more.

He walks behind you to remove the clasp of your brassiere. He glides it down your arms until it falls and unites with your dress on the floor. You suck in a breath as he places his palm over your stomach to bring you closer to him. His other hand snakes beneath your breast only to ghost his thumb over your nipple.

His hand on your stomach slowly travels south,, finding its rightful place inside your underwear. When he dips his finger into your slit to touch your bud, you put a hand over your mouth to prevent a moan from escaping you.

“Don’t fight it. Let me hear how good I’m making you feel.” Yuta warns as he fully inserts two fingers inside you, curling them to find the soft spot inside of you. He dips his finger in and out, repeatedly hitting the right spot, settling into a rhythm.

“Yuta, I–,” you said, gasping, wanting to finally get the high only Yuta can bring. You’re unable to form words with the heat of his body grazing against your back and the sinfulness of his fingers working on your core.

But Yuta understood. He thumbs your clit as he continues to scissor and curl his fingers inside of you. His lips pressed against the part of your ear that dips to meet your neck.

The room was filled only with your noises and the wet sounds of his fingers against your flesh. As he sped up, your legs buckled and stomach tightened, indicating that you were very very close.

And Yuta knows this, too. A familiar feeling of your body etched in his memory. The way your face contorts in pleasure and your desperate gasps are indicators that you were about to come undone.

With his other hand, he grabs your breast to fondle you into climax, “Come on baby, be a good girl and come on my fingers.”

And you do, a wave of pleasure hits you at the sound of Yuta’s voice. Your core clenches on his fingers, your chest heaves up and down trying to get enough wind in your lungs, and your knees wobble just a little bit.

Yuta eases out his fingers from you and brings them to his mouth to taste you, “So sweet, want to taste directly from the source.”

Yuta carries you to the sofa but before he can lay you down, you weakly protest, “Bedroom please. The sofa’s real leather.” Yuta lets out a quiet laugh. He considers challenging your protest, to tell you he’ll buy you a new one in the morning because he is impatient. But then this was your home — one that you built through hard work. So he follows.

“Where’s your room, baby?”

“Second floor, first door on the left.”

Yuta carries you up to your bedroom and when he gets inside, he surveys the interior of it.

“Yuta, need you to undress please, need to feel you closer,” you plead.

He places you in the middle of your bed before he steps away just a little bit to remove his shirt. To you it felt like he was unbuttoning his shirt so painfully slow, but in truth you just wanted to feel him skin to skin as soon as possible.

When Yuta was finally out of his top, you felt yourself salivating at the sight. He for sure got bigger than he was years ago. His muscles were more defined now and the veins on his arms were more prominent than how you recalled them to be. When your gaze lands on his hands, you see that his fingers slightly glistened from remnants of his spit and your cum.

“Your pants, too, Yuta, please,” you beg when you see him already coming to you without removing the bottom pieces of his clothing.

“Later sweet girl. Remember what I said? Won’t stuff you with my cock until I’ve made you come at least twice.”

You groan as Yuta hovers above you using his arms as an anchor on both sides of your head. “I won’t go anywhere, I’m yours the whole night and moving forward,” He comforts as he lowers his head to your lower stomach, his fingers toying with the garter of your underwear. He only fiddles with it slightly before ridding you from the last piece of fabric you have on.

Another fire is lit within Yuta as he eyes your soaking core. He licks his bottom lip at the sight before him. With some sweat on your forehead and your hair earlier well put but now carelessly splayed, you are a goddess in his sight.

He plants a kiss where your slit begins, dipping his tongue just slightly to touch your bud. He glides it up and down, flicking it repeatedly, and his movement sends sparks to your body. You arch your back and instinctively try to close your legs at the feeling of his tongue. But Yuta doesn’t let you.

He looks up at you with knitted brows as if to warn you not to get in his way of having his fill. He parts your legs wider with his hands to get a better taste of you. His tongue travels down to wear your entrance is, slurping, sucking your essence. Meanwhile, his thumb pays attention to your clit, tapping it at a mind blowing pace.

Your hips buck at the overwhelming sensations you feel throughout your body. The walls of your room become a silent witness to your vulgar moans, no longer making an effort to stifle it. Your arousal has completely taken over you and you can only shout Yuta’s name over and over again.

Yuta replaces his busy thumb with his mouth, wrapping his lips around your clit, alternating between sucking and licking.

“Oh god!” you cry in a raspy voice. You don’t think you can take it anymore, you might just die tonight from Yuta’s mouth.

You bring a hand to Yuta’s hair only to tug his head closer to you, “M’so close,” you desperately tell the beast drowning himself in your wetness. You know he’s just enjoying himself and that he can take the whole evening just feasting on you.

You draw labored breaths as you brace yourself for another orgasm. What takes you there is Yuta inserting three fingers inside of you, pressing upward and against the opposite side of your clit adding pressure to your lower stomach.

True to his promise, you’re cumming for the second time but this time on his tongue. You writhe under him, legs shaking from the intensity of your high. He continues to lap at your folds and you sob at the feeling of overstimulation.

Weak as you may be, you try to push Yuta’s head away from you only for him to gently take your hand in his and continue slurping you. He doesn’t separate his lips from your core until after another minute. Once he’s done, his lips and chin were glistening from your juice.

Yuta’s eyes don’t leave your wrecked form as he stands to take all of you in, his hands resting on the band of his pants, the outline of his cock pressing against the poor fabric. You don’t want anything more at this moment than for him to fucking take it off already.

“Yuta,” you said breathlessly and with half-lidded eyes, “You fucking owe me time so stop teasing me and remove the damn pants.”

Yuta only smiles at your desperation, thinking its fucking cute. “Do you have condoms for me sweet girl?”

You freeze. Of course he doesn’t have a condom prepared, he couldn’t possibly have expected to have sex with you tonight. Neither did you, to be honest. But the difference between you and Yuta was that you had a plan in play and you made sure you were prepared at the onset. It’s just humiliating that you have to reveal yourself so early in your ploy.

You clear your throat, “You can go raw.” You inform him as you avert your gaze from him, “I’m on the pill.”

Yuta just nods understandingly, having no hint that the fact of your birth control was solely for him.

“No condom?” He asks and you only nod at him. “Fuck.”

Yuta wastes no time and finally removes his trousers. He lifts his feet off the ground only to fully remove the fabric from him. His cock was free at last, rock hard, long, and leaking. You sigh at the view and the fantasy that ran wild in your head.

Yuta ran a fist up his length as he approached you. He dips his head to kiss you and you taste yourself from your lips.

“You look so beautiful,” he praises. “Ready for me?”

You can only nod in anticipation.

“Need to hear you, baby. Can you use your words?”

“Yes, want you, daddy. Need you inside me.”

“Good girl.”

Yuta aligns the head of his cock to your opening, slipping past through the rim, intruding further. You bite the inside of your cheek at the burn of the stretch. Yuta sinks deeper in you and you close your eyes at the feeling of being impaled by something that seemed to be thicker than your forearm. You feel the friction of his skin and veins grazing against the walls of your cunt.

Little by little, Yuta bottoms out and you feel the tip of his cock touching your uterus, sending your body into a jolt. Pleasure and pain mixed so beautifully.

Yuta grunts at the feeling of your tight pussy squeezing him, “Fuck, you’re so tight around my cock. Nobody fucked this cunt good while I was gone?”

You whimper at his words and shake your head, “Nobody could break me the way you could, daddy.”

“Fuck.”

Yuta finds himself with blooming anger in his chest. It was his choice to leave you, for your benefit, he continues to convince himself. He was the one that let go and yet, the thought of other men knowing you, making you moan, touching you, and leaving remnants of themselves on your skin makes him angry. He had no right, yet he was furious.

With the storm in his heart, Yuta starts to rock himself inside of you. Thrusting his hips slow and deep, doing his best to remove any memory of another man from you. He hooks his hands under your knees to bring your legs closer to your chest so he can feel more of you.

The tension and the slap of his hips against your lower body brings your temperature up. You’re delirious.

Yuta tightens the grip he has on your legs but only for a moment. He moves his hands to grip your waist in a way that you know will leave bruises.

“Yuta!” You scream as he manhandles and flips you so that you’re on your knees and stomach. He takes you from behind, his pace unbroken by the switch in your position.

The change makes you feel all of him even more. Each one of his thrusts send you to heaven. You arch your hips further up and reach out to one of his hands only to put it on the back of your head. He fists your hair into a ponytail and pulls you up to him.

“Moan my name louder. Let them hear who’s making you feel good, sweet girl.” Yuta whispers in your ear as he takes his other hand to one of your nipples.

“Fuck, daddy! Yes!” You shout as a stray tear escapes from your eye. This riles Yuta up, making him add a notch to his speed.

Yuta knows you’re close again. He feels the muscles in your core fluttering around him. And to be honest, he is, too.

Yuta brings his hand to your core, his forefinger pressing and thumbing against your clit. The sensation makes you thrash against his hold, but with your hair still on Yuta’s fist, he doesn’t let you away from him.

Yuta thrusts into you one more, and then another, and then on the third one, you’re pushed over the edge, a fire of orgasm sipping through your soul. Yuta doesn’t stop. He also chases his high, not relenting his movement.

“D-Daddy, s’too much.” you blabber.

Yuta doesn’t prolong your agony. He turns your face towards him to take your lips into his as he cums inside of you. He lets out a guttural growl as he fills you to the brim with his seed, your wetness and his mixing inside of you.

You’re catching your breath as both of you collapse on the bed, a blanket sound of heavy breathing surrounding the two of you. His cock softens inside of you but he doesn’t thrust out.

Instead, he brings you close to him and peppers your shoulder with kisses, “Love you so much, ” he murmurs against your skin.

“Love you, too.” you mumble tiredly.

He takes out his cock from you and moves you so you’re on your side facing him. He takes one of your hands to his lips. He just stares at you with the same longing he had from earlier. He wonders if you truly have forgiven him or if his presence triggers unpleasant feelings in your heart. He doesn’t want that.

But he knows, this conversation can be had another time. For now, he’ll do as he swore. To make it up to you until morning comes.

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Back to Me

PAIRING: idol!Jaehyun x militarygeneral!Reader

GENRE: smut, angst

SUMMARY: The youngest and first female military chief is embroiled in a dating scandal. While she isn't willing to put his rumored beau at risk, the man is a willing participant, only if she would allow him.

WARNINGS: overstimulation, Jaehyun has a bulge kink, pussy eating, it gets messy at the end there's mentions of blood and violence, my military terms for sure aren't accurate so please read with a grain of salt! <3

enjoy!

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Breaking News: South Korea's Youngest and First Female Military Intelligence Chief Finally Has a Beau?

Seoul, South Korea — In a surprising turn of events, South Korea's youngest and first female Military Intelligence Chief, General YN Park, who has captivated the nation with her unprecedented rise in the military, is reportedly no longer flying solo.

General YN, just 36 years old, broke multiple glass ceilings when she assumed the top position in South Korea's National Intelligence Service (NIS) last year. Known for her unparalleled strategic mind, her dedication to national security, and her stoic public persona, the news of her newfound relationship has caught everyone off guard.

Despite the intense scrutiny and pressure associated with her high-profile role, the General has managed to keep her private life out of the public eye until now. Rumors about a mystery beau have been swirling for weeks due to surfaced photos with a man whom other sources say to closely resemble NCT 127’s member, Jung Jaehyun.

Although no one has confirmed the identity of the man in the photos, some have pointed out that he appears to be familiar with the General’s close-knit circle.

"We’ve never seen General Park in this kind of casual setting before," said Han Min-seok, a military analyst and former intelligence officer. "It’s a rare glimpse into her personal life, and it’s sparked a lot of curiosity. Given her high profile and position, the idea of her having someone close to her is, frankly, surprising, and people are eager to know more."

Despite the media frenzy, neither the General’s office nor the Ministry of National Defense have issued any statements about the photos. Sources close to the General have been tight-lipped, and her team has refused to answer questions about her personal life. However, some insiders suggest that Park has always maintained a strict separation between her career and her personal matters.

For now, speculation remains rampant. Public reactions have been mixed, with some expressing support for the General’s right to a private life, while others are questioning the potential impact of her relationship—whatever its nature—on her leadership role. General Park’s legacy as a trailblazer for women in the military, particularly in her groundbreaking position, may be complicated if her personal life begins to overshadow her professional achievements.

One thing is certain: South Koreans are watching closely, and the mystery of General Park’s private life seems poised to captivate the nation in the days to come.

As the story develops, stay tuned for more updates on this intriguing, and increasingly personal, story.

—-----

After reading the news article, you gave the tablet back to your chief of staff. "I don't know what you want me to do about this, Yujin, but I have an audience with the President tonight."

Yujin looks at you incredulously. "Exactly my point. You don’t think he’s going to grill you on this?"

You sift through the mountain of files on your desk and let your eyes linger on the names of the people that kidnapped eight south-koreans, including the of the National Assembly’s current speaker, all in exchange for ransom and request for extradition of their Russian mafia leader. The case has been a real headache and you want nothing but to make sure you get everyone out of this chaos unscathed.

"No, because we have a high profile kidnapping case to solve."

“You say that but the president has never missed an opportunity to inquire about your romantic stints! So can you please let me do my job and tell me if any of these are true?”

It was your turn to look at Yujin incredulously. "There's nothing. It was just dinner as friends."

"Are you sure? Because we're releasing a denial on this and you can't make me retract this next month even if I have to resign!"

And just when you're about to answer Yujin, your cell phone goes off and her eyes go big at the name it displays. She snatches your phone before you can and answers it and puts it on speaker mode. "Speak." Yujin mouths.

You roll your eyes. "Jaehyun, Yujin is listening in."

"What the fuck, YN."

"Yujin, language." Jaehyun laughs from the other line while Yujin is seething.

You allow yourself to sit down. You also massage your temples because of how Yujin is acting at the whole thing. She’s always been efficient at being Chief of Staff ever since you took the position as Chief of Military Intelligence three years ago and while you love her persistence and attention to detail, you don’t like it when you’re the subject of it.

"So I'm guessing you've read the articles."

"Jaehyun, are you two dating?!"

"Jae, don't mind Yujin, I already told her we aren’t and she's going to put that out."

"Wait! I wanted to talk to you about that."

"About what?"

"I was just thinking... I wouldn't mind if you said we were dating."

"What the fuck?"

"YN language."

You scoffed and blurted, "Jaehyun, we aren't dating."

You stand up from your seat and approach the window in your office overlooking the city. Your mind is racing at Jaehyun’s words mulling over what to do about it. You want to swat his soul out of his body for the irresponsibility of just saying whatever he wants. But then it’s Jaehyun, he really does say whatever he wants.

—Beginning—

You recall how you two met. 6 years ago in New York, coming from a scalding session with your then superior, you went straight to a bar of the hotel where you were staying. You were there as part of an activity under South Korea and US’ visiting forces agreement and you had a blunder earlier that day for being provoked by a US Military Officer. You clearly let his provocation get to you so you got a good scolding from your superior. “You are above and better than that,” was what he repeatedly said. And although you’re already used to the heat of military work, you still need to blow off steam for your mental health.

“One old fashioned.”

You put your head down as you wait for the bartender to finish preparing your drink. You feel the shift on the seat next to you but you don’t put your head up. You’re too focused on blowing off steam.

“Can I get a Whiskey?” At the same time the person next to you orders, your drink is ready. You lift your head to take a sip of your drink and you just stare off into space. No thoughts, just head empty.

“Ma’am?” You turn at the sound of your native language and see two pairs of innocent looking eyes stare at you expectantly. You knit your eyebrows and surveyed his whole face and decided he looked vaguely familiar to you. You can’t decide whether his face is familiar because he looks like a model for magazines or because you’ve already seen him somewhere.

“I’m sorry, I’m Jaehyun and I’ve already done my military service in Korea. I sometimes see you at events and during our training. You’re 1st Lt. YN, ma’am.” That’s why he looks familiar. You probably crossed paths more than once.

“It’s Captain now, but yeah, YN. Sorry, Jaehyun, is it?”

“Yes, Captain. I thought my eyes were playing tricks on me. I didn’t expect to cross paths with you here. Are you vacationing?”

You’re wary about sharing too much information but for some reason, the way he talks, his body language, and the slight redness in his ears, puts you at ease. So you engage, a little bit.

“I’m here for work. You?”

“I’m also here for work. Would you mind if I joined you a bit longer?”

You stared at Jaehyun and noted that your instincts and senses aren’t on heightened alert like how it usually does in the presence of a stranger. You don’t sense a hint of malice in his presence and somehow he radiates a certain kind of warmth. How he does it, you don’t know but you decide to just humor yourself.

That night, when you decided it was time to rest, you realized you had a great time. Jaehyun was a conversationalist with a tinge of naughtiness just bubbling beneath the surface of his calm demeanor. You suppose he can’t show his full self yet. Not in front of his once superior, you get that. But even with his restraint, he managed to get more than a laugh or two out of you. Once or twice, his fingers brushed with yours. And more than thrice, you saw his line of sight align with your lips. Nothing escaped you.

If anything impressed you out of the whole exchange, it was him asking for your number. He rubbed the back of his neck while asking if he could get in touch with you sometimes when you’re back in South Korea. “Although of course, I don’t expect you to. You’re the busiest!” He added.

You wanted to give him credit. You’ve talked with many men that had their intentions laid down in the open and while you’re flattered by their respect and interest, no one ever dared to ask for your number when it was time to say goodbye. But Jaehyun did. So you don’t make it hard for him and gave him your number.

You bid your farewells but you remained in touch. You eventually discovered what he does for work and was even more impressed at his talent and charisma. Needless to say, both of you remained friends with all the benefits of it, including great sex.

And god, only thinking about sex with Jaehyun is enough to make your toes curl. He was a great person and an even better fuck. No one can make you cry and beg on your knees apart from him. So you never met anyone anymore. Only he can satisfy the itch you get every once in a while. Only he can make you submit wholeheartedly.

But despite all the passionate nights, never did it progress to something more. Especially not when you were appointed Chief of Military Intelligence three years after you met. There was a quiet acknowledgment that both your professions came first above all else.

And for your part, you could never put his life at risk. You know you were pushing it when you selfishly chose to keep him in your life. To call him when you need a little reprieve from everything. Just the possibility of your enemies targeting Jaehyun for his connection with you is enough to send your stomach spinning. And your enemies are not few. With the bold decisions that had to be made for the safety of the nation, angry people are at your left and right. You vowed to never put the people you care for in a position of danger. Especially not Jaehyun.

You snapped back into reality and addressed Yujin. “Anyway, deny it. We’re not dating. I’m no longer discussing this.”

—One—

“Jaehyun and I are dating,” the way the words rolled off your tongue was more of a question rather than a statement. You chastised yourself because did you really have to end up using this card just to get what you want? In your defense, you’re backed against the wall with no other remedy but to appeal to emotion.

“Come again? Are you two really?” The President is eyeing you very intensely trying to figure out if you were just bluffing. You did a quick look at Yujin and saw her mouth hanging open. “YN, if you’re making this up, you know I’ll see through your bluff,” he adds.

You stand up from where you’re seated, take the Whiskey you’ve been offered a while ago, and maintain eye contact with the President. If there’s anyone who’s best at bluffing, it better be you.

“Mr. President, I tell you I want to do this mission myself but you tell me you worry I won’t be back alive. I tell you I will and that not a single South Korean will die on that night, you tell me you needed assurance. And since my love for this country doesn’t seem enough to convince you that I have the willpower of a bull to pull this off, I’m telling you that I will be back because someone I love is waiting for me. And I can’t bear to disappoint that man.”

The President stares at you, studies you, and you know your sincerity came across. Of course you and Jaehyun aren’t dating. But there wasn’t a single lie on the things you said just now. It’s not normal for the Chief to be the person on the ground doing the mission. But this time, you weighed the risks and you can’t bear having someone else do it. The potential of dying leans more towards dying versus not dying. And while you trust your subordinates, this is something you have to take.

So you weren’t lying. It’s true that you can’t bear the thought of sadness and grief taking over Jaehyun’s handsome face. Not when you’ve never even talked about feelings. You’re going to make it back alive from that mission no matter what it takes.

“Okay,” the President sighs in defeat. “But I need a run down of the plan. I need my general back and make it so until your last limb.”

You gave the President a curt nod, “On my last fucking limb,” You gave a salute to the President and walked out of the conference room. Behind you is a quiet Yujin.

“You’re mad,”

“Of course not. Why would I be mad? We just released an article denying everything about YOU and JAEHYUN dating only for you to confirm it before the President. That’s not something to be mad about.”

You stop in your tracks and turn to face your seething Chief of Staff, “This mission is the most important to me right now.” Yujin seems to soften at the sound of your gentle tone. “And so is going back alive because Jaehyun and I aren’t dating, yet. And I want us to.”

Yujin’s eyes go big at your revelation and she understandfully nods. “Now, let’s plan this mission good,” As you walk towards your office, you send a text message to the person who has no idea what he was pulled into.

Are you free tonight?

—Two—

1 message

Ma’am General: Are you free tonight?

Jaehyun smiles at your message knowing that the only reason you’re sending this is because you want to meet up. And he very much wants to, too. Before he gets to respond, he’s interrupted by Johnny, “You guys down for some drinks after practice?”

“Uh, I’ll pass.” And Johnny chuckles at his quick response, knowing full well why he’s not coming. He sees Doyoung whip his head in his direction. “Jaehyun, are you meeting YN again?! I swear to god, you just had articles about you today!”

He winces at Doyoung’s scolding. It’s mild to say that the management was pissed. They were blindsided, how could they not be pissed. They learned about his “closeness” with you through the news and if that wasn’t enough, an official statement was released confirming that the two of you are in fact not dating. Talk about a whiplash. So he’s not surprised why Doyoung is feeling so sensitive.

“Ya, hyung, give Jaehyun hyung a break,” Haechan butts in. “We’re kinda too grown for this now. I think Jaehyun hyung’s age is the right age to get into dating scandals.” The youngest one winks at his direction and Jaehyun laughs at his cheekiness.

“Thanks Haechan, but I don’t mind. I did kinda blindside everyone. But Doyoung hyung, that should be General YN for all of us.”

Doyoung just sighs and continues with practicing choreo for the group’s upcoming tour. He’ll console the older member later when he’s less angry. He knows Doyoung is coming from good intentions but Jaehyun won’t dare comfort him while he’s in his feels.

“You know he’s just worried right?” Taeyong comes from behind him while fixing his shoes.

“Of course, dating scandals are never good for idols and their groups,” he replied knowingly.

“No, that’s not why,” Jaehyun turns to Taeyong, a bit confused. “The General? Never doubted you could pull a woman like that but shit, that’s some dangerous waters. You’re aware how many enemies she has, right? Especially with some controversial decisions she made, I bet there’s a long list of people targeting her.”

Jaehyun knew. Of course he did. But someone verbalizing it like this just sends a shiver down his spine. His stomach churns at the thought of powerful people putting a big red target on your head. And what’s worse is he’s not in the most ideal position to ensure you’re always safe.

“So Doyoung is just worried because people close to the General also become targets by default and not because he thinks this is affecting the group. Besides, Haechan’s right, it's about time we got involved in dating scandals,” you snicker at the last bit.

Taeyong taps your shoulder and you’re left to your thoughts. But as how he has approached it ever since, he doesn’t dwell on it too much because nothing good is going to come out of that trail of thought.

Technically speaking, you and him aren’t dating. But Jaehyun knows its just a matter of communication. He’s confident where he stands in your life if your moans and late night calls are any indicator of it. But apart from those things, your subtle way of caring always touched his heart. And if that’s all you can give him, he’ll take it.

When am I never? Should I pick you up?

Jaehyun sends you a reply and walks to where his stuff is to start fixing. He finishes packing and bids the team farewell, “See you tomorrow!”

He’s going to take a good shower before meeting you. By how this day went, he’s guessing you’re going to want to melt into a hug immediately and just the thought of it puts a smile on his face. No one knows that side of you. Not even Yujin who has been with you for the longest time since your early years in the military. Only he gets to witness the soft, whiny, and sweet side of the nation’s steelhearted General.

Ma’am General calling…

“Ma’am? Something wrong?” Ma’am has become a pet name between the two of you. He loves how the endearment annoys you just a little bit. So when you respond without any snark, Jaehyun’s a bit worried.

“Nothing wrong. Just… I kinda can’t go anywhere without my security right now. Is it going to be a bother if you went to my place instead? I have something to tell you.”

“YN, of course not. I’m just going to take a shower and head straight to where you are. Also, are you sure you’re okay?”

“Yep. Just a lot of things. But I’ll tell you everything later,” you blow out a long frustrated sigh on the other line. “I’m gonna need a year’s worth of sleep after everything.”

“You need coffee, got it.”

“Shit, you’re good. That got me horny,” he chuckles and shakes his head. This is another side of you that has made him fall so hard. “See you in a bit, YN. I’ll be quick.”

—Three—

The door to your house opens and it reveals a very fresh, very newly showered, Jung Jaehyun. In his left hand is the coffee he promised you. While you want to jump him, you restrain yourself because you’re about to deliver him some news that will probably wipe the dimply-grin he has off his face.

“I want to hug you but I’m gross and you’re newly showered,” you’re slumped on your sofa and you look at the uniform you’re still wearing. Your boots are still on and your hair is for sure a mess after wearing your beret the whole day. You don’t even want to try and smell yourself.

“You in your uniform never fail to give me a hard on, YN,” you scoff at the man who went straight to where your boots are to remove them from your feet. “You and your kinks,” you retorted.

You stare at Jaehyun who is currently untying the lace of your boots. He removes the left boot and the right and as he successfully removes both your socks, he massages your feet a little bit. Just enough to relax your soles. This man, who also must have had an equally exhausting day, went straight to give you a foot massage.

“How does a hot bath sound?”

“To be honest, heavenly,” Jaehyun lifts his head to look at you, a small smile playing on his lips. “Let me prepare one for you.” You mumble a small and shy okay before Jaehyun stands and goes upstairs, probably to your room to prepare the warm bath.

You fidget your toes as you wait for him to come back. These things that Jaehyun is doing for you are more than just fruits of friendship, you’re sure of it. But there’s an ongoing war in your mind that holds you back. You worry he’ll resent you one day for failing to protect him both from physical and emotional harm and you can’t live with the possibility. But you want him so much since the first night you met that it’s killing you inside.

“YN, think we can get you undressed while the tub is being filled with water.”

“Yeap, okay,” you start to get up but Jaehyun stops you. So you just look at him confused. “Let me take you up.” You don’t protest his proposition as he carries you like a child in his arms. He’s carried you way too many times already to be flustered at the gesture. Hell, his tongue even tasted every inch of your skin. But even as you convince yourself that it’s not a big deal, your face betrays you. And when Jaehyun looks at you, he notices the warmth spreading on your cheeks and all of a sudden, he feels warm, too.

Jaehyun sets you down on the bed and goes to the bath probably to check if the tub’s been filled and the water is just right. Just a few moments and Jaehyun is back with you. He unbuttons your top and hangs it up in your dresser. He unzips and peels off your pants next until you’re only in your underwear. He gives you a nice kiss on the cheeks as he removes your bra. His hands trail to your hips and the lace of your panty is just between his fingers for a second too long before he pulls it down. And now you’re fully naked in front of him. You see the up and down of his throat but in the years you’ve known him, you know he absolutely won’t make a move unless he’s done making you comfortable.

Jaehyun carries you to the bath and settles you gently into the tub. You sigh at the contact of warm water, it’s like all the worries and stress dissipate with the steam. Jaehyun puts some shampoo into your scalp scrubber and he starts massaging your head with it.

“That feels so good,” you groan with so much relief.

“So good you can relax?”

“Absolutely.”

There was comfortable silence afterwards. You just stare at Jaehyun and his busy hands cleaning your hair and then lathering soap on your body giving your tense muscles some good massage here and there.

“I have to talk to you about something.”

“Of course, I’m listening,” he responds as he scoops some water in his hands to wash away some soap that got too close to your eye.

“I told the President we’re dating,” Jaehyun looks at you with parted lips.

“But you said -”

“I know, but,” you sigh before continuing, “something came up.”

“Hey, what’s up?” Jaehyun asks carefully, probably being cautious about not pressuring you into divulging details you can’t share, another thing that you appreciate about him the most.

“There’s this mission we’re preparing for. And based on my assessment, I think it’s best for me to be personally involved in it,” Jaehyun slowly nods in understanding.

“But how does that relate to you telling the President that we’re dating? But just so you know, totally not mad about it. I like it, actually.” You roll your eyes at the cheeky smile that Jaehyun whipped up. And you flicked some water towards his face when he kept raising his eyebrows.

“The President thinks it's a dangerous mission and that he could lose his Chief from it. HE doesn’t believe my love for this country is a strong enough force to push my will to live and make sure I return safe, so,” you pause and look Jaehyun in the eye, “I told him, I’m dating you. That I will be back no matter what because someone I love is waiting for me and I can’t bear to disappoint that man.”

Somewhere along your sentence, you whispered a word or two, probably the part where you professed your love for him was a decibel more fit for your K9s at work.

Jaehyun cupped your right cheek, his thumb gently grazing over your cheekbones. With this, you’re forced to look at his eyes which held emotions you couldn't fully understand. There’s warmth, and love, and then worry, and overall softness to his gaze that makes you weak.

And then, his lips brushed yours—soft, tentative, as if the world itself might break if he moved too quickly. It was so gentle, almost hesitant, but it was everything. Very different from all the kisses you’ve shared so far. All the longing, all the moments they had both kept hidden, poured into that single, quiet kiss.

The kiss deepened, his tongue begging access to your mouth, and all of a sudden nothing mattered. Jaehyun’s lips were insistent now, as though he was trying to pour all the things he couldn’t say into this one perfect, imperfect moment. When he breaks the kiss, you’re panting.

“Wow,” you breathed out between Jaehyun’s quick pecks after that breath-taking kiss.

“So what I heard is that you’re about to go into a very dangerous mission that could potentially kill you,”

“What the hell -”

“And that you will be back because you love me.”

“Uh, yes. That’s what I said.”

“Fuck.”

“Excuse me?”

“Sorry. It’s just that my mind is on a marathon right now. I love you, too, you must have known that for -”

“You love me, too?”

“Come on, YN, you can’t honestly believe I’d stick this long if I didn’t love you. And really, bubble baths on a weekday at midnight? Love is the only explanation for my willingness. You’re telling me you really didn’t know?” Jaehyun exclaims with a hint of offense. But the truth is you’ve known about it for a very long time. In the quietness and the loudness of your friendship, you’ve known about his love for you ever since it started to bloom.

“No, I know…” you mumble.

“Good girl. So as I was saying,” he blows out a long sigh, “I love you so much, but I’m so fucking worried thinking about what you just shared.”

“Why? Don’t trust me?”

“Of course I do, you can deadass exterminate a whole mafia by yourself.”

“Good, so don’t worry because like I said, I don’t want to disappoint this man who’s waiting for me.” you said to pacify him before reaching out to him for another quick kiss.

“Mm, YN, you know how I think you’re the strongest person in the whole world. But this worry I have is something I can’t help. So while trusting you, I will also worry about you,”

“Yeah, okay,” you answer quietly. You can’t help but agree because you feel the same. While you trust yourself to protect him from any and all pain at all costs, you also can’t help but worry you’re going to be the greatest heartache he’s ever going to have, whether it's your fault or fate’s.

“When is this mission happening?”

“In three days’ time.”

“Shit.” You look at his face and see that there’s a million thoughts racing inside his head. You caress his face hoping it would calm and comfort him little.

“Not too much time, huh?”

“Yeah,”

“We should start fucking to reach quota, then,” you laughed too hard at Jaehyun’s attempt to make things lighter.

“I agree, you should get started.”

Without a beat, Jaehyun is carrying you out of the tub and onto the sink that had a towel laid down.

“Gotta dry your hair first,” He takes another towel and starts patting your hair dry. “But not too dry, if you don’t mind because your confession got me hard so fast.” You giggle at his silliness and just let him do whatever.

When your hair is no longer dripping wet, he sets the towel aside and looks at you from head to toe. He takes a strand of your hair away from your face before settling his fingers on the side of your neck.

“So pretty like this,” he peppers your neck with kisses, his lips travelling down south to your chest. His hands settle on your hips, “So pretty and all mine.”

His kisses trail down to your breasts, then to your stomach, then just above your slit. He gives you one last hungry look before he gives your pussy one long lick and wraps his mouth around your clit. The warmth of his mouth makes you throw your head back. His right hand gives your hip a squeeze before he brings his fingers to your core, inserting two digits at once, giving you a delicious stretch. All the while his left hand is stationary on your hip, making sure you remain where he wants you to be.

He curls his fingers to press on the sensitive spot inside you, “Fuck,” is your only response. Jaehyun is a starved man by the way he sucks at your bud. He’s desperate to taste and drink you up. By the way his mouth and fingers are going, you know he doesn’t have to wait any longer.

Jaehyun moves his left hand to the inside of your thighs to spread your legs even wider, to give him more access. Jaehyun eats you out with more vigor and more speed in his fingers. You let your hands grip on his hair, your eyes rolling at the sinful feeling of his tongue and lips.

“J-Jae, please!” you scream as you feel your stomach tightening. Jaehyun knows you’re close, so he guides you into that orgasm by stuffing another finger inside of you. This does the trick. You moan his name as you come undone. He removes his fingers from your core only to use both his hands to spread you open so he can lick you dry and clean. You get sensitive from his continuous lapping so you try to push his head away from your core.

But Jaehyun is feral, “Not yet baby girl. Gonna make sure I get every last drop of you.”

And you know better than to argue. So you just let your hand rest on his shoulder as you allow him to drink you to his heart’s content. Once he’s done, you’ve become a panting, shaking mess. No strength in your legs and no single thought in your head.

“Thank you, baby. Shall we move to the bed?” you don’t answer and just wave your hands at him, signalling he can do whatever he wants. And Jaehyun is more than happy to oblige. He carries you and throws you on the bed with too much excitement.

“Jaehyun!”

“Sorry, baby, you got me all worked up.” Without another word, he dives to where you are. His mouth quickly found its way to your right nipple, his next target. His left hand massaging and toying with your other breast. Without stopping his ministrations, he uses his free hand to pull his shirt off his body. Only when he needed to pull it over his head did he let go of your nipple. As he does, he tosses his clothing to the side and removes his jeans revealing his familiar yet still always mouth-watering cock. Jaehyun is a sculpture from the gods. Not only is his face and physique perfect, but his cock is, too. He is both long and thick that you always feel the stretch for days after every heated session.

The sight gets you excited that you get up on your knees.

“Baby girl wants to suck me? Pleasure me with that beautiful mouth of yours?” you nod as you move closer to him. You take his cock in your hands and play with the tip for a bit before taking him fully in your mouth.

“Fucking hell,” Jaehyun groans, “Pretty general, taking me in so good.” This encourages you to take him deeper in your throat. The feeling makes Jaehyun knit his brows and grab your hair in his hands. He pulls your hair, sending a pleasurable pain to your scalp. He guides you to take him even deeper, making you gag in response. Some drool escapes from the side of your mouth and the intrusion in your throat makes your eyes tear up.

Jaehyun wipes the drool on the side of your lips, “Want to see you cry only for my cock.” Jaehyun takes control of the pace and fucks your mouth with so much passion. You put your hands on his thigh for support, but his length accomplishes the picture he wants to see. It’s always a welcome challenge blowing Jaehyun, but the deed always brings you to tears. And there’s something about your tears that riles Jaehyun up every time.

Seeing you look up at him crying and obediently and willingly taking him in your mouth, sends Jaehyun over the edge. “Gonna take my load like a good girl?” You nod at him as he groans and takes a few more thrusts. You gently tap his thigh encouragingly to signal him to let go. Your encouragement seems to do the thing because one more thrust and his delicious cum fills the walls of your mouth, some coming out from both sides of your lips. But as you are a good girl, you swallow everything, and even lick his cock clean. If he wants to get every last drop of you, you feel the same, too. As you continue to lick him, Jaehyun lifts your chin with his finger. He dips down to kiss you, licking your lips in the process. “Don’t you think we’re done.”

“Wasn’t gonna,” you respond with a raspy voice and he smiles at you as he guides you back down the bed. His fingers ghost over your core. Sucking Jaehyun had you dripping wet. “Still wet and ready for me?”

“Always. Still hard and ready for me?”

“That goes without saying. Now spread those legs for me nicely, baby.”

You obey his command. Jaehyun situates himself between your legs and teases your entrance with the tip of his cock that is still very much hard and proud. It’s as if he didn’t cum just a few seconds ago.

Jaehyun tries to be a patient man but the truth of the matter is that he can never be. Especially not when you look so beautiful with your hair spread out around you, your forehead glistening with some sweat, and your cheeks stained with fresh tears. So he stops holding back and bottoms out inside of you in one quick thrust.

You shout his name at the sudden penetration. The stretch is an addicting kind of pain.

“Sorry, baby, this pussy is driving me crazy. I’m gonna move now, yeah?” You nod at Jaehyun, eager to feel more of him. He thrusts out half way before ramming back inside of you. You feel his tip hit a spot inside of you that makes you arch your back. The friction of his length against your walls as he continuously pounds into you is an exhilarating experience.

Jaehyun brings his fingers to your core. Using his thumb and forefinger, he pinches your clit sending your mind into haywire.

“W-Wait!” you try to plead your case. By the looks of it, Jaehyun isn’t cumming anytime soon yet. If he continues to play with you like this, he’ll draw out another orgasm from you and you don’t think you can hold out. But Jaehyun is relentless. He only raises an eyebrow at your failed attempt to beg.

“No waiting, baby. Be a good girl for me and take what I give you,” he warns in a low voice. Jaehyun takes one of your legs and puts it over his shoulder to reach a deeper spot inside of you. You whimper at the change of pace, your fingers scratching his back, your other hand gripping at his hair.

Jaehyun takes your hand that’s gripping his hair and puts it over the part of your stomach that bulges with his every thrust, “Look how good you’re taking me,” he praises. He presses your hand down on your bulging stomach, adding both pain and pleasure to your body.

You suck in some air. At this point you’re breathless. Nothing but sinful sounds come out of your mouth. Your moans become higher in pitch by the moment, calling out Jaehyun’s name as if it will pull him out of the trance he’s in. It doesn’t.

His fingers are back to work on your clit, abusing it, determined to make you climax one more time. And Jaehyun succeeds. A powerful wave hits you and you almost black out. You feel every part of you shake. There’s a ring in your ear brought by the ridiculous high. But as you predicted, Jaehyun isn’t done. He continues to savor the feeling of you convulsing around him.

“Jaehyun please, need you to cum,” you beg in between labored breaths. Jaehyun manhandles you to switch your positions. Now you’re on top of him but he’s the one moving your hips up and down his cock, using you as he pleases. The new position allows you to feel his fullness even more.

“Wanna come with you on top, ma’am,” he declares.

Jaehyun will be the death of you. He guides your hips up and down at a monstrous pace. For every movement, your clit brushes against his base and its maddening. He reaches out to grab your head for a kiss, “Gonna cum.”

“P-Please, fill me with your cum.”

And he did not have to be told again, with one more thrust, Jaehyun came undone inside of you. You feel the warmth of his seed spreading inside of you. You slump your head against his chest without moving your hips. You’re spent.

Jaehyun caresses your hair and you feel him plant a kiss on top of your head.

“You’re a dream.”

You can’t find the energy to move so you just lay there motionless, Jaehyun’s cock still inside of you. Meanwhile, Jaehyun rubs your hips, giving it subtle massages, before slowly slipping out of you. He changes your position to let you lay down. He adjusts your pillows and when he’s certain you’re comfortable, he gets up to get a warm towelette. Gently, he wipes the inside of your thighs clean.

All the while, your eyes are shut, too tired to open them up. But when you feel the bed shift beside you, you open your eyes to find a smiley Jaehyun staring at you.

“You have my heart, YN, so please come back to me.”

You smiled at Jaehyun and reached out to cup his cheek, “I’ll be back.”

–Four–

The plan was to be a trojan horse.

True to the validated tip your office has received through a trusted mole, the kidnappers plan to abduct additional personalities to elevate the power they hold in negotiations. The targets have been identified to be the Jung sisters, daughters of South Korea’s top real estate developer, and both college students at Yonsei University.

The group behind the kidnappings planned to abduct the Jung sisters during their ride back home from school. And that’s where you and your partner, Lt. Gen. Jennie, came into play. Both of you took the place of the Jung sisters to infiltrate the devils’ quarters.

Now you’re here, finally leading everyone out of the building they were trapped in for months. The execution of the rescue was almost perfect. Until it wasn’t.

Once you were abducted, you created a map of the place in your mind. Even while being blindfolded, you focused on the bits of information you can gather without eyesight. Before your eyes were covered, you noted that each of the three kidnappers carried a pistol-type handgun. And as you entered an establishment, you counted your steps and remembered every turn you took. You amplified your senses and noted every change in smell, floor feel, and temperature. You’re at a disadvantage. Entering the criminals’ den without so much as a knife is a suicide mission, as Yujin said. But you swore on your neck nobody is going to die on your watch. Not even yourself.

Your mole said there were a total of 12 armed men in the establishment, each taking turns in guarding the main room and the exit and entrance points. The plan was to separate and then meet up. Through this plan, you can confuse and eliminate more armed men before reaching the exit of the building. Jennie took 4 of the victims with her to take a different route going to the exit while you took the other 4.

You finally reunited with Jennie and her group and confirmed that you’ve each wounded 5 people, leaving you with just 2 more active hurdles.

“It’s going to be okay, we’re almost out of here,” you comfort the hysterical group. Everyone is afraid and desperate to go back to their families.

But just when you’re almost out in the open, 4 armed men are closing in on you. Two were chasing you from behind, and two were coming from the front. You wanted to shout profanities because two additional unaccounted armed criminals are going to make it harder to complete the rescue of a group of scared individuals. But you held yourself back realizing your panic will only make everyone else panic.

You can’t afford to get closed in on. The odds of sustaining injuries and fatalities are going to shoot up, especially in the face of desperate malefactors.

“Jennie, run behind everyone and fire the flare signal once you’re all out!”

Jennie looks at you in horror as your instructions dawn on her. You’re basically asking her to leave you alone.

“Don’t fucking hesitate lieutenant! That’s an order!”

“Y-Yes, ma’am! Everyone, follow me!”

Leaving you alone is the only choice. You’re going to hold the kidnappers off. As Jennie and the whole group continue to run, you stop on your tracks and face the angry men. You fire two shots, successfully wounding one of them. You have to weaken them as much as you can. Even with years of experience fighting wars, your strength is no match against 4 towering men with guns in their hands. But your resolve is the best there is.

You disarm the first man that charges at you, twisting his arm behind his back, and hitting the part of his neck with the base of your gun. The force renders the man down and unconscious. The next person charges at you with a knife which you quickly take from him. You thrust the knife deep into his thigh and butt his head twice. Once with your own head and another with the gun in your hand.

Someone grapples you from behind and you struggle out of his hold. You take the knife out from the former’s thigh and try to reach the next one using the blade, to no avail. The man creates sufficient space between the two of you as he takes out a dagger of his own. He charges at you but as you try to charge at him too, the other conscious kidnapper pulls your leg, rendering you flat on the ground.

The other takes his chance and stabs your leg with the dagger. You scream in anguish as you kick the second man in the face with your better leg. You take a rock beside you and smash it to the side of his head. When you see him trying to reach out for a nearby gun, you smash his hand, too.

With one last person conscious, you will yourself to stand up despite the burn on your leg. You drop your gun and pull the dagger from your leg. You decided the dagger is going to be the weapon that helps you end this madness. With obvious rage in his eyes, the man runs at you with closed fists. You examine him, he has no weapon but his hands.

Once he reaches you, he gains an advantage with his height. He grabs you by the hips and topples you to the ground. You groan in pain at the impact on the back of your head. He takes the same rock you held earlier and bashes it against your temple. He takes the dagger from your hand and aims it at your gut. The blade comes in contact with your skin until you feel the burn ripping through your flesh.

“Fuck!”

You stop his hands but not fast enough to prevent a puncture. The blade continues to dig into you. You feel weak and your adrenaline is dissipating. Maybe it’s because of the comfort knowing that Jennie has brought the group to safety. She fired the flare sending the signal to the team on standby a few meters away for rescue. Your mission is done and you’re sure you won’t immediately die from a slitted gut. You’ll bleed out for a few hours first, if this man on top of you won’t rampage and inflict several more stab wounds. But nonetheless, everyone’s safe.

You have my heart, YN, so please come back to me.

“Jaehyun!” Shit, everyone’s safe except you. You promised not to disappoint the man. So with one last surge of strength, you butt his head with yours and push him away from you. He lets go of the dagger, leaving it in you. You know better than to pull it out so you run to one of his colleagues and search his body for another weapon you can use. And you weren’t disappointed. You find a pistol and aim it at your last enemy.

He was charging at you and this was your last chance. So with Jaehyun’s words echoing in your thoughts, you pulled the trigger hitting the criminal right in the middle of his eyes. You don’t watch him crash down because you started coughing out some blood.

“General!”

From a near distance, you see some people running to you. You make out Jennie’s face as the one running in front. Your legs give up on you and you fall to the ground. But Jennie is already there to get you.

“General! Medic’s here, please stay awake!”

You signal Jennie to come closer to you to whisper your greatest concern at the moment. Jennie obliges and listens to what you have to say intently. You whispered what you had to say before the responders surrounded you and tended to you. You’re whisked away from Jennie’s arms and into the ambulance.

You see flashes of light and everything around you is in chaos. But you couldn’t care less. Not when Jaehyun was the last face in your mind as you blacked out.

–Final–

After 86 harrowing days in captivity, the eight individuals kidnapped by a Russian-led mafia syndicate have finally been reunited with their families, all thanks to the unwavering courage of General YN Park and Lt. General Jennie Kim, who bravely undertook the perilous mission alone.

National Assembly Speaker Minseok Kim has expressed profound gratitude toward General Park and her team, especially as he is reunited with his daughter, one of the victims in this case.

The surviving members of the syndicate have been handed over to the authorities for further investigation and due process.

However, General Park remains under care at Seoul National Hospital, where she is receiving treatment for serious injuries sustained during the mission. Prior to being transported to the hospital, the General was seen whispering something to Lt. General Kim. When asked about the General’s last words before receiving medical attention, Lt. General Kim revealed, “The General asked me to tell the doctor to minimize the scarring of her wounds—she has a beach trip planned next month.”

Jaehyun humorlessly laughs at the conclusion of the news. Only you can think about a beach trip while being in the face of death.

However, despite the light hearted news, his legs take quick and huge strides to where your hospital room is. He didn’t bother taking the back entrance, the front entrance will bring him faster to you. He knows photos of him and news about the two of you will fill the papers and broadcasts tomorrow, but he didn’t care. His thoughts are fully on you. His heart is about to give up on him and all he wants is to see and hold you.

He reaches the floor where you are and as expected, it’s filled with security. You don’t see Yujin anywhere to help you get inside. But its okay, you gave him something that will get him to you.

“Woah, what’s this?”

“This is my seal. I’ve requested three of these from the bureau. The other two are with my parents and this one is for you. When you need me, you show this to any of my subordinates and they’ll bring me to you no matter what. Whether I’m in a meeting or in another country fighting a war, they’ll bring me to you. Use this any time.”

Jaehyun reaches out from his pocket and shows your seal to the first two soldiers guarding the area. Recognition dawns on their faces and they let him in. The others lead you to your room and as he opens the door, there you are lying down peacefully on the bed.

He walks to where you are and sits on the side of your bed. He takes your hand in his and gives it a longing kiss. He plays with your fingers and brushes some loose strands of your hair away from your face.

And as if you sense his presence, you slowly open your eyes. Jaehyun’s eyes widen at your consciousness and tries to get up to get a nurse. But you held on to his finger and whispered with all your strength, “I-I came back.”

You catch a glimpse of a tear rolling down his cheek before he plants a long chaste kiss on your lips, “Yes,” he chokes, “Yes, you did, baby. Thank you for coming back to me.”

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Swim to You

PAIRING: idol!johnny mermaid!reader idol!chenle

GENRE: smut, angst, bit of fluff because Chenle is being a cute friend

SUMMARY: While on overseas tour, Johnny gets into an accident in the sea. He wakes up not remembering what happened and little does he know, someone swims half the world to follow him.

WARNINGS: overstimulation, Johnny has corruption kink, pussy eating, unprotected sex

I'm sorry if this is long! I couldn't give up the plot I had in mind.

9.6k word count

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You hate the winter sea. You hate how cold the waters feel on your skin. And most importantly, you hate how you can't see much people on the shore during this time of the year.

Being the youngest mermaid in the family had its fair share of both perks and frustrations. One perk is how everyone goes out of their way to give you what you want. You enjoy the attention and you love the endless affection you receive from your sisters and parents.

One frustration is how overly protective everyone is. While your sisters have gone in and out of the waters plenty of times, you're stuck with sight seeing atop one of your favorite boulders in the sea. You haven't been on land and your human legs have never seen the light of day.

Meanwhile, your sisters have experienced everything there is to experience outside the waters. You heard they've joined human parties, drank human drinks, and kissed humans. And you die from envy. Sure, you can escape. It's not as if every inch of the sea is guarded. But you're not the rebellious type. Every time you think of going behind your family's back, guilt knocks some sense into you. With all the love you receive from your family, you can't find it in you to rebel and betray their trust. You just hope that one day, they could trust you, too.

So you settle on sight seeing within the waters. It's fun watching people. But tonight? The beach is empty and you blame it on the cold weather.

As you're about to turn back, a person's figure catches your eye. You squint a little bit and you see that it's a man. So you stay for a bit more to watch him. He's fully clothed from top to bottom, which isn't usual for people wanting to take a swim. But you suppose its because its cold.

He walks further into the sea and your heart picks up a pace. You're not sure why, but you attribute it to the weirdness of this person's actions. It's dark, it's cold, and he doesn't look like he just wants to take a swim.

As he walks even further, you duck a little bit to hide yourself and you see that there's some confusion on his face. His brows are all scrunched up and it looks like he's trying to find something.

As you continue to watch him, you're made uncomfortable by how far from the shore he already is. You scan the land and there's no one else with him. When all you can see is his head and he's still walking, you scream as a huge wave comes and suddenly envelopes him.

"No!"

And for a while you hesitate. Where is he? Can he swim? Has he died? Should I rescue him? You don't know! This is the first time you're going to come extremely close to a person. What if he gets scared of you and try to kill you?

"Fuck it!"

You fight against your hesitation and swim to where he is. You look form him under water and you saw that he was being taken away by the current so fast. You swim even faster to reach him, silently hoping your hesitation didnt kill him. When you reach him, you grab him by his arms and bring him back to shore. Not where he came from, but somewhere near a cave where you're not in the open. You can't afford to be in the open.

As you reach the dry portion of the cave, your beautiful golden tail disappears and it's replaced by two weird looking body parts. You're weirded out by the feel and sensation and you're a bit confused as to how they work but you decide its not your priority at the moment.

With a bit of a wobble, you walk closer to the man and put your ear near his chest. You hear a faint sound of his heart beat but you dont see the rise and fall in his chest.

Your sisters taught you about this before. They said it'll come in handy at a time where a human is in an absolute urgent need for help. This is absolute right? And not breathing is urgent, right?

So you do what you remember and apply pressure on his chest with your hands. You pump down and pump up, not sure if you're doing it right. But when you hear him cough, you panic because he opens his eyes.

You're frozen in place, absolutely terrified of whats going to happen. So you did what you thought was best. You leave. But before going back to the sea, you looked at his face. Trying to remember every detail there is. You also took the necklace

he has in his hand as a reminder of the night.

As the water touches your feet, your tail is back and you swim forward. But not without looking back at the man who seemed to have caught your heart.

---

You're back in your room and you fiddle at the necklace you took from the man you saved. It was a silver ring put on a silver chain. There's nothing fancy about it, there was only an engraving that said, "J. S."

You sigh as you try to remember him. You're enamored by his face. The upward turn on the corners of his lips, his defined nose, and long lashes. How can a person look so good? You dont think you ever saw a merman that came close to his handsomeness!

Oh, you are smitten.

It is said that mermaids only fall in love once in their lifetime. They can end up marrying someone different from who they love and they will remain loyal to the person they vowed to spend their life with. However, their hearts will only beat for one, whether the love is returned or not.

And you dont want to end up with the latter! You would rather have your love returned, thank you very much. Because how cruel would it be to not have your love reciprocated.

You start to think if you can be brave. If you can get the blessing of your family to follow this man that has clearly captured both your eyes and heart.

And just as you were contemplating, Julie and Hanni, two of your sisters barge into your room.

"Rumor has it that someone snuck out into the shore!" Julie teases with a smirk

"Oh, I heard that rumor. They said the mermaid's name is Y/n!" Hanni continues.

"Are you going to tell mom and dad?"

"Of course we won't! But you have to tell us how it went."

And both your sisters nodded at you, urging you to spill what happened.

"It was terrible."

Hanni comes to you with a worried look on her face before asking, "Oh dear, what happened? Are you hurt?"

"No, it's just that.. I rescued a man from drowning."

"Oh okay? And is he alive?" asks Julie.

"Yeah, he is."

"So how is it terrible?"

"W-Well... I want to swim to him, follow to where he is."

"Oh..." both your sisters said in unison as they give you a worried look. With just one sentence, they understood. They know why it was terrible. There was only silence and the sound of the sea, until Julie breaks it.

"But it doesn't have to be terrible! Do you really really want to follow this man?"

"Yes. It's only been a while and all I can think about is him."

"Are you really set on doing this? Like really sure?"

"One hundred percent."

"Then let's go to mom and dad."

"Oh come on Julie! You cant be serious. You know they'll never agree! don't give y/n some false hope." Hanni scolds.

"No, I'm serious! You want this so bad? You cant give up without putting on a fight. If you talk to mom and dad, then I'll know you really want it. And if they dont agree, well then, we'll be here to cry with you. I know you'll never want to do anything without their blessings. So the first step is to try to get it."

As Julie finishes her speech, you can see that Hanni is still doubtful but have also gone on board Julie's idea. She's right. Your heart will be most at peace and most brave if you got your parents' approval on this. It'll give you courage.

"So, what say you?"

You look at the silver on your hand and hold it tight. "Okay, lets do it. Now."

---

The three of you swim straight to your parents' room. With Julie and Hanni beside you, you knock on their door.

"Who's it? Come in!"

You open the door and see your parents seated on the huge study table inside their room.

"Hi, mom. Hi, dad, it's me. And Julie and Hanni."

"Hi girls. What brings you here this late at night? Come sit with your dad and I." You swim to them and your sisters urge you to go ahead and plead your case.

"Mom? Dad?"

"Yes, princess?"

"I m-met a boy." At this first sentence, your dad looks at you with brewing confusion in his eyes that you have no doubt will turn into anger any minute now. Especially when you tell him your plan.

"And how did you meet this boy?" your dad inquires.

"I rescued him tonight."

"What?!"

"Oh, dear."

Your parents react at the same time. Your dad, out of anger and your mom, out of worry. You see that your mom reaches out to your dad to hold his arms, trying to calm him down.

"And I want to follow him."

"Oh you really did it now, y/n!" your dad is seething.

"But dad! It was urgent! He was caught in the waves and no one else was there. But I was. So I saved him. No one saw me and I left before he could wake up. I promise."

"Okay, you saved him. But now you're saying you want to follow him. There's no way in Hades you expect me to say yes to that, right?"

"But dad, mom. I wanted your blessing. If you say yes and let me, I'll be brave and courageous. I like him!"

"Like him? You've been with him for a minute! And he was unconscious. How do you know you like him?"

"I feel it in my heart. Really, dad, I do! Mom? Please?"

"Oh, don't use your tears on us now! There's nothing you can say that will make me agree to this! It's a dangerous world out there. You dont know how vile humans can be! Might as well ask me to throw you to the werewolves so they can kill you! At least there, death is the only outcome. With humans, death is the kindest punishment!"

"Marcus." Your mom interjects and touches your dad's face. This seems to calm your dad down for a little bit.

"Michaella, talk some sense into your daughter. None of this nonsense anymore." And with that, your dad storms out of the room and Julie and Hanni follow him. Probably to try and talk to him some more.

"Mom..."

"I'm sorry darling, but your dad is right. We hope we can tell you the opposite. That the human world is a safe place you can always go to. But that's just not the reality. Humans are unpredictable. And also, how will you know where to go? You haven't even spoken to the man."

"But mom, I'd rather learn how cruel the world is than to experience the cruelty of never knowing whether there's a chance for my love to be returned. I love you all the most and my heart will only be at peace if I know that my family is behind me as I pursue the person I like."

You wipe the tears from your eyes and slowly retreat back to your room. You hold on to the necklace that will now just be a little memento of the once in a lifetime love you have for man you'll never meet again.

---

Hours turned into days. And days turned into weeks. You're on top of your favorite boulder again, watching the humans as they come and go to the beach. The weather is much warmer now compared to that one eventful night. There are people making bonfires and singing and dancing around it.

Everyday ever since, you went to the boulder to see if you would catch a glimpse of the man that caught your heart. But its been a while now and not even his shadow showed up. You think, maybe if you're a bit more persistent, one day he'll visit the beach again and you'll see him. Even if its from afar.

You admit that since the fight with your dad and their refusal to give their blessing, your world has dulled out a little bit. You couldn't find it in you to sing the songs you once loved to sing. Your appetite hasnt returned back to normal. And your joy has been washed out. Your mind is constantly occupied with images of the owner of the necklace that have now found its permanent place around your neck.

You hear a splash beside you and you turn to see Julie. She gives you a small smile.

"Hey, y/n. Mom and dad wants to see you."

"Oh, okay." You didnt think much of it. They probably just have something for you to do. You can see how they try to keep you occupied by giving you little kingdom tasks here and there. Something easy to do, just to keep you going.

"Mom, dad, y/n's here."

"Hey, princess."

"Hi, dad. Hi, mom."

You couldnt bring yourself to hate them. Of course not. You're sad and dejected. But you still love your family. And it might be the loyalty in you as a mermaid, but you're also trying your best to move forward.

You notice that in the room are all your 7 sisters, apart from your mom and dad.

"Why is everyone here?"

Your mom swims forward to where you are with so many emotions on her face.

"My dear, your father and I, together with your sisters, have decided to give you our blessing."

"B-Blessing?"

"Yes, blessing to go after your love."

Shocked is not the word to describe what you're feeling right now. Instead, you're confused with a little happiness swimming up to the surface of your heart.

"What? But I thought.. you and dad, you said-"

"Yes, and it took some time for us but eventually, your mom and I agreed that indeed, there's no cruelty greater than not knowing whether your love can be returned."

You look at your mom. You recall saying those words to her! She must have convinced your dad!

"Oh dad! Mom! Thank you. You dont know how much this means to me!" You sob as you take both your parents into a tight hug.

"Hey, don't leave us out!" And all your 7 sisters flock to you to give you hug.

"Now we have a gift. We cant let you go without helping you." Julie says as he gives a you a shell with some coordinates on it.

"That's where you have to swim to meet your love."

"Yeah, apparently, he is quite a famous person in that place. If you look well enough, you really might find him." Hanni adds. "Dad asked us to help you have something to bring on your long travel."

You looked at your dad and with tears in your eyes, you whisper, "Thank you, dad."

Your dad clears his throat and you know he's trying to hold back tears. "Alright, its time for you to go now. Remember, we're connected wherever. Even if you're swimming to very far seas, everyone in the ocean is your friend and will come to your rescue. So, don't hesitate to turn to the waters when you need to."

"Yes, dad. I will. Mom? Thank you."

Your mom and dad squeeze both your hands, and with one last look at them, off you went to where your love is.

---

You break the surface of the waters and pop your head out into the air. And as you do, you hear the faint sound of the city from where you are.

It's been 217 days since you started swimming to where the coordinates on your shell are. It's a long swim going to the opposite side of the world and you've gotten so tired of swimming too many times. You've befriended so many different mermaids from different mer-cities and you've received varying advices from them about your pursuit.

Some tried to reason with you, some urged you to continue, thinking it was so romantic how you decided to follow this man to where he is. But each time, your resolve just got stronger and stronger.

And finally, today, you're exactly where you need to be. The stars and your coordinates say so.

Now you're confronted with your next dilemma. It's time to go on dry land.

A good mermaid you met during your long travel gave you some things you have to do once you go on land. She's been on land so many times that she's mastered all the basics and necessities. And now you're mindful to follow everything she said.

"Okay, the first most important thing is to wear clothes." Wendy says.

"Clothes?"

"Yes, clothes. You know what that is right?"

"Yeah, I do. I know, but where can I get it?"

"Here, I'll stuff some clothes in this bag for you. I'll also throw in a pair of slippers for your feet. Once you're ready to go on land, don't walk to where the people are immediately. Dry the clothes for a while and then put it on you. Got it?"

So that's what you do. You swim towards the portion of the shore that's most hidden and you take out the clothes that Wendy graciously gave you. You lay them down on the sand to dry and you sit beside them.

As you wait, you stare at the feet that you now had in exchange for your tail. You wiggle your fingers and try to get use to them. You reach out to your sole to feel it and you thought about how far you've come now. You stare at the silver jewelry adorning your neck.

"I'm almost where you are."

The thought gives you a surge of energy that not even a minute later, you put the clothes on even if it still felt cold to the touch. But you cant wait a single more second!

You slip the slippers underneath your feet and you stand. You take careful steps at first and you feel the weakness in your knees. But you dont mind. You'll get used to it as you walk more.

But you don't get used to it. You've walked far enough to reach the noisy part of the land. There's so many people, and so many lights. You're fascinated at everything you're seeing. There were really giant boxes that moved very fast.

Everything is so... new.

But you don't let yourself get distracted. There were huge big glowing sheets up in the sky that showed faces of people. Really beautiful and good looking faces of people. And you thought, since the love of your life was handsome, wouldn't he be on one of the huge glowing sheets, too?

So you walked and walked and followed every glowing sheet, hoping to find one with the face of your love.

You looked around but couldn't find anything. But still you continued walking. Until you reach a place with much lesser lights and much lesser moving boxes. It was dark around you now but you don't know where else to go. You walk some more and you find a glass box with fishes inside.

Oh, poseidon! You were starved!

So you walked faster and put your hands inside the glass box and grabbed a fish. You were about to bite on it when someone harshly grabs your hand. The person's hold on you was so tight that you dropped the fish back into the water.

"Ow!"

"What the hell are you doing with my fish? You're a thief, aren't you!?"

You try to speak but you're not sure what to say. Would your language be the same as them? You understand what they're saying, but would they understand you? The person looks very angry and you dont want to make him even more angry.

"Do you have money to pay for this! You must be crazy? Don't you dare run away! I'll call the police." The person tightens his hold on your wrist even more and you try to escape his burning grip.

"Hey! Let go, you're hurting her!" You hear a woman's voice shout from behind you and immediately, the person lets go of you.

"Mrs. Zhong! I'm sorry. She grabbed a fish from our aquarium and was about to bite on it. She must be crazy! I was just about to call the police on her."

"That won't be necessary. Just leave her to me."

The woman looks at you with kind eyes and you smile at her. She saved you from the angry man and you sense a familiar aura about her that you can't quite pinpoint. But what you're gut is telling you is that she's someone you can trust.

"I see that you're not from here. Why dont we get you some place warm and out of these cold clothes?"

She guides you inside a fast box. It's the same kind as the ones that were moving very fast. You sit inside and you're amazed at how it feels when it starts moving. You sit still and stare glances at the woman that just kept smiling at you.

You don't realize that you pass by a big glowing sheet with the face of the person you're looking for.

---

"Here, why don't you change into these clothes and then we'll get you something to eat?"

You take the clothes that Mrs. Zhong hands you. You recall that thats what the man called her earlier. You nod your head and when she leaves you, you start changing into the new clothes.

Once you're done, you look around the room. It was so different from what rooms look like under the sea. There were so many stuff you dont quite understand. But you note that you like the warmth that you're feeling.

Someone knocks on your door and its Mrs. Zhong.

"Let's have you eat."

You follow Mrs. Zhong out of the room. He leads you to another room with a huge table with so many seafood. You eyes sparkle at the food in front of you because you're hungry from all the walking you did.

So you sit down and look at her to ask for permission. And when she nods at you, you grab a fish and take a bite of it. You groan in relief as you tasted the freshness of it. Your feet did a little wiggle at how good it tasted!

"You're a mermaid." Mrs. Zhong states and you looked at her with wide eyes. You carefully swallowed the food in your mouth and also carefully nodded at her.

"It's okay. I know about mermaids. Our family has always been friendly towards your kind. I know many people don't believe that you exist, but for generations, the Zhong family does." She offers you a gentle smile and urges you to continue eating.

"Dont be afraid to talk. Your words will register to human ears as human language. The same way that it registers as mer-language when you talk to mermaids."

"O-Oh, how did you know?"

"Information about you is sacred inheritance that is passed down in our family. So tell me, child, what's your name?"

"I'm Y/n."

"Pretty name. What brings you here, y/n?

"Uhm, I followed someone."

"Oh, you came for love! Do you know his name?"

"No, I don't. I've only met him when I saved him from drowning. I left before he could wake up. But I have this!" You show Mrs. Zhong the ring necklace that you've been wearing ever since.

"I see, do you mind if I take a look at it? We might find some clues from it." Without hesitation, you hand her the silver piece and she immediately inspects it.

"J.S. Huh, that's a vague information. Let me take a photo of it and let's see what more I can find out about this."

She takes out a small shiny box and a flash of light comes out from it. Mrs. Zhong looks at your confused face and lets out a chuckle.

"This is called a phone."

"A phone?"

"Yeah, you have conch shells in the sea, don't you?"

"Yeah."

"Well its similar to that in a way that you use phones to call someone who is far way from you. But its just more powerful than a conch shell. You can do a lot more things with it." You nod in understanding although you dont really fully understand.

You focus on the food in front of you and as you keep munching, you hear someone coming in.

"Mom!"

"In the kitchen, son!" Someone comes in the kitchen and you look at him with curiosity.

"Meet y/n. Y/n, this is my son, Chenle."

"H-Hello, Chenle." you give him a shy wave and he acknowledges you with a polite smile.

"Nice to meet you, Y/n. Is she your friend, mom?"

"Yes, she's a special friend and she'll be staying with us for a while. Can I ask you a favor, son?"

"Sure, mom, what is it?"

"Well, y/n here is really a special friend to our family. It's probably the first time you're actually meeting someone like her."

"Oh for real? Wait.. special friend, meaning...? Like, that special friend?"

"Yes, she's our mermaid friend. And Poseidon probably looks after her really well because fate led her to us."

"Oh, wow. Never met a real mermaid before. I've only heard her from the stories we know about them."

"You're right. But we're always prepared to help them anytime. So if you can fit it into your schedule, will you help her get used to our world? She's looking for someone."

"Yeah, yeah. Of course. I can do that. Who's she looking for?"

"I'm looking for my love. The owner of this!" You interject and show Chenle the ring on your neck. He takes a close look at it.

"J. S.? Are those initials of the person you're looking for?"

"Uhm, I'm not sure. But this belongs to him."

"Alright, we'll help you find him! In the meantime, stay with us! We'll make sure to keep you comfortable here." You smile at Chenle and nod enthusiastically.

Things are looking very positive for you. You thank the seas that you end up being with such kind people.

---

"Chenle, where do I start finding him?"

You know its deep into the night but you cant sleep yet. Your mind is racing with thoughts of how to find the man you love. So Chenle offers to stay with you for a while. You're both seated on a big fluffy chair while he plays with his phone.

"Hmm, what do you know about him?"

"He's handsome."

"Come on, we're gonna need more than just that. What does he look like?"

"Well... his lips first, it has a very defined arch on top of it. You know this part here on your lips?" You point to Chenle's philtrum and he subtly backs away from your touch. A tinge of redness appearing on his ears.

"Y-Yeah okay, got it. What else?

"And then the corners of his lips are upturned even if he isn't smiling. His nose is very high. And then his lashes are really long. Hmm, what else... oh! His hair, very black."

"Okayy, so many people fit that description. Do you have anything else?"

"Hmm... my sister said he's famous here!"

"Famous?"

"Yeah! Famous. So if I try really hard, I might actually find where he is. That's what my sister said."

"Famous, huh. Okay, how about where and how you met? We need to get more clues from what you know."

"I met him back where I live. It's very very very far from here. I saved him from being carried away by the sea."

"You saved him from drowning?" his eyebrows are knit together, as if he's thinking. Like trying to remember something, too.

"Y-Yeah. It was cold that time and nobody was with him. He was trying to find something before a huge wave hit him."

"It was cold, you said? How cold? Was it snowing?"

"No, but the waters were really freezing and no one was swimming that time because of the weather."

"Johnny hyung was in an accident in December." Chenle whispers something you couldn't hear. "Can I see the ring again?"

"Oh, here."

"J. S. ... Johnny Suh? Could it be Johnny hyung?!" Chenle's face lights up in realization and immediately finds something from his phone.

"Y/n, is this him? Is this the person you're looking for?" He shows you his phone and from it, you see the face of the only person that's been on your mind the whole time. And you jump up in delight!

"Chenle! That's him! That's really him! Do you know him? Oh, my seas! Can we go to him now?"

"Really? Shit. The person you love is Johnny hyung."

"Johnny hyung? Is that his name?"

"Johnny. His name is Johnny Suh. J. S., the engraving on the ring."

"Johnny Suh. What a beautiful name. Chenle, we have to hurry! We have to meet him!"

"W-Wait, y/n. We have to plan this well. My mom probably told you already that not everyone believes in mermaids. And you might freak him out if you meet him all of a sudden. We don't want him to be scared."

"O-Okay, so what do we do?"

"Leave it to me. I'll make sure you meet him. But now, you have to sleep because tomorrow's a busy day for us."

Chenle says you need to sleep. But the racing in you heart won't allow you to do that. You just learned his name. And what's even more heart pounding is you're just another step away from meeting him. You close your eyes and say a little prayer. Johnny Suh, I can't wait to meet you.

---

"Okay, so I'm bringing you to work. Wear this and this, and then this." You receive everything that Chenle gives you and immediately start to undress.

"W-Wait! Not yet! Damn, let me go out first before changing!"

Chenle walks out of your room and you immediately wear the clothes he gave you. After dressing, you go out and see Chenle waiting for you outside.

"So, here's the deal. I'm bringing you to work. Johnny hyung's group and my group have one big activity today, so he'll be there. I'm taking you in as one of my assistants for the day and you'll help on everything. Eventually and hopefully, you'll have a chance to help Johnny hyung, too. Don't be too forward. Remember not to get too excited. Just be calm. Don't scare him. Okay?"

"O-Okay!" You held Johnny's ring tightly in your hands, hide it inside your shirt, and hope that everything will turn for the best.

---

Once you get to where Chenle was working, you're surprised at how many people there are. Everyone seems busy and is constantly moving. You survey the place hoping you see Johnny now.

You're both nervous and excited. You imagine how it would be meeting him. All you had with you was a ring and a memory of his face and that was enough to keep you going. You're very sure of your what you feel. What you're not sure is if this love you have, can be returned.

"Chenle!" a deep loud voice calls to Chenle and both of you whip your heads in unison. And as you turn to the direction of the voice, in front of you, in flesh, is Johnny.

Your lips part as he walks toward you and Chenle. All of a sudden, the place isn't noisy anymore. All of sudden, there was no one else but you and him. He hasn't changed much. But this time, you see the brightness in his eyes. Something you couldn't see on the night you saved him. You want to run to him, jump in his arms and tell him that you were the one that saved him. But you don't do any of those things. You remember Chenle's words and held yourself back.

"Johnny hyung!"

"Chenle, it's been so long!"

"It has, hasn't it? How are you?"

"Been doing great! Just got back from New York two days ago. How about you? And oh, sorry, who's your friend here?" Johnny turns to you and you mirror his actions.

"Johnny hyung, this is y/n. She'll be assisting us for today's shoot. Renee is sick, but I figured its gonna get busy today. So I brought her to help. Just let her know if you need anything, okay!"

"Nice to meet you, y/n. Hope you wont get too overwhelmed today." Johnny reaches out his hand to you.

"N-Nice to meet you, Johnny."

"See you later, Chenle! Just have to get my hair and make up fixed."

"Yes, hyung!"

You let out the breath you didn't know you've been holding

"Wow, that didn't take long. How was seeing him again in person y/n?"

"He's shining." He chuckles at your choice of description.

"Come, let's station you to where he is."

For the rest of the day, thanks to Chenle, you mostly followed the team assigned to help Johnny.

"Y/n, can you wipe Johnny's sweat please!" one of the head assistants instruct you.

"Y-Yes!" and you quickly run to where Johnny is. You take a tissue and gently dab it on his forehead. You brush away some of the hair framing his face. And then like how you observed from everyone, you turned the small fan you had on and turned it towards Johnny's face.

"You learn fast, y/n." Johnny smiles to you and you swear your heart does a little spin at his compliment.

"I-I do?"

"Yeah, you do. Have been doing this work for a long time?"

"No, today's my first day. I l-like helping you." you say straight. Johnny is surprised at your innocent confession. He pats your head and you're flustered at the contact with him.

"Thanks y/n. You're doing great."

"Alright! We're ready to take again!"

You touch the spot on your hair that Johnny touched and you smiled a little bit. You think you just fell in love with him even more, if that's even possible. He's so kind and so gentle.

The day went by and you had more small interactions with Johnny. And for every encounter you had with him, you can't help but admire him even more. He always spoke with such kindness and respect. So when it was time to go, you feel your heart weigh down a little bit.

"Anyone wanna grab drinks?" Johnny shouts.

"Hyung! Count me in! But can y/n join, too? We go the same way home so, we're gonna head back together after."

"Of course! Who else?" A few more boys, that you guess are their friends, raise their hand and said they want to come.

You look at Chenle expectantly and he just nods and smiles at you. Chenle, thank you! You thought.

All of you ride in one van and you go to a place that smells delicious. Everyone went inside a private room and started ordering. You're seated between Chenle and Johnny.

"Y/n, this is Mark, Haechan, Jungwoo hyung, Taeyong hyung, and Doyoung hyung. Everyone, this is y/n. She's a family friend and she helped at today's shoot."

"Hi y/n. Wow, has she ever been casted before? She's very pretty, no cap." The boy named Jungwoo says.

"Casted? What's casted?"

"That's when companies ask people to join them. To become an idol. Like us." Chenle answers. "But no, I don't think she's ever been casted before. She lived overseas for a long time."

"Oh really? Why'd you come here?" Mark curiously inquires.

You sit straight before answering. "For love! I followed a man." And everyone in the table chokes at your answer. You look at them and wonder if there's something wrong with what you said.

"Interesting. That's very brave of you. Who's this man, though? Can you share it with us?" it was Johnny asking now. He looked intently at you, awaiting to hear the name of the man you loved enough to cross another country for. You don't meet his gaze. You can't just blurt his name, right here right now, can you?

"There's someone... someone really handsome." Chenle coughs and all the others chuckle a little bit.

"Wow, y/n. You're something, aren't you! You're fun." Taeyong comments.

Just like that, the food and drinks come and you happily try everything. As dinner progresses, Johnny initiates a conversation with you.

"Y/n, this might be weird, but would it be possible that we've already met before?"

Yes! You look at Johnny and think very hard about what to say.

"Because you seem very familiar to me."

"W-Well I've always seen you." In my mind, when I think about you.

"Is that so? Are you a fan?" Johnny smirks as he asks.

"A fan? What is a fan?" You tilt your head and wait as Johnny tries to explain.

"Hmm, the easy explanation is its someone that likes another person."

"Oh! T-Then I'm a fan!"

"Really? Of the whole group?"

"No, you! I'm a fan of you!" Johnny breaks eye contact with you and turns to drink from his glass. His neck gets a little bit red.

"Are you always this honest?"

"I've never lied in my life."

"That's good. Very good, actually. I don't like liars."

You're not lying to Johnny aren't you? You're just postponing to tell him everything. You're going to tell him, eventually. Some time and place better.

---

Yesterday wasn't the last day Johnny would see you. His group and Chenle's are going to work together again today. And seeing you tag behind Chenle as he enters the set, he's guessing you would always tag along for the whole duration of their comeback preparations, which is a welcome change for him.

He would never openly admit to Chenle, but you are a breath of fresh air for him. Your chocolate brown hair that went down to your waist, your eyes that smiled along with your lips, and your lips... he probably focused on them one too many times every time you went close to him. But what intrigues him the most is your innocence and honesty. He'd never been flustered by someone before! But your sudden confessions catch him off guard. He's never met someone like you.

"Johnny!"

"Hey, y/n. How are you?"

"I slept well and was happy I can come with Chenle again today! I was excited to see you." Johnny gives a hearty laugh. This is what he was talking about. Only you can be so direct and forward with him. It makes him wonder if you're flirting with him. But when he looks at your face, there's no hint of malice or intention. Just pure... pureness. He wonders if you'd let him taint that innocence a little bit.

"Work hard today, y/n."

"I will!"

And through out the day, you do work hard. Johnny looks at you as you listen to another staff giving you instructions. He doesn't see what the staff asks you but you start picking up some water bottles that have been left on the floor.

As you were picking up water bottles, he sees something silver come out from inside your shirt. And you're not too far from him that he wouldn't recognize the very familiar piece of jewelry on your neck.

He stands from where he is and walks to where you are. He gets even more confused when he grabs your hand to face him and he confirms that you were wearing his ring.

"Where did you get this?" Y/n is shocked at the evident anger in his voice. Your eyes widen in realization on what he was pertaining to.

"I said.. where did you get this?"

"J-Johnny, my hand."

"Fucking answer me!" His voice booms and everyone stops to look. You also drop an open water bottle on the floor. Some of the water get on your feet as you were only wearing open sandals. Your eyes get wide with fear and panic and Johnny doesn't understand why.

"Chenle!" you shout Chenle's name and the boy looks to you direction and runs in panic.

"You got wet?"

"Y-Yes."

"Shit." You were shaking as Chenle quickly carries you somewhere.

---

Chenle quickly finds and empty room before your tail fully appears.

"C-Chenle..."

"Shh, it's okay. I'll get you dry and they'll turn into feet in no time."

The door harshly opens and it reveals an angry looking Johnny whose expression turns into something different when he sees your form.

"Hyung close the door!" And Johnny does. He locks it, too. He turns to look again, this time blinking to make sure his eyes aren't betraying him.

"What the fuck?" you sob at the situation. You were still trying to find the right time to explain everything. Trying to get close to him first. But now he sees you in this form, you wont be surprised he's disgusted with you now.

"Hyung! I'll explain later but now that you're here, can you help me first? Get me two towels!" Something shifts in Johnny's expression. He's neither angry nor confused now. He's face is just blank and focused as he gives Chenle the towels.

Chenle wipes your tail with the other towel and the other one, he gives you to cover yourself for one you transform back to being human. When Chenle fully dries you off, your tail shifts to legs again and you're naked.

Both Johnny and Chenle look away as you cover yourself with the towel. You keep your head down as you wait for Chenle to hand you new clothes. Both men turn around as you start to dress yourself.

And as you do, tears don't stop streaming down your face. You feel defeated. You've never once felt ashamed of who you are. Never. But at this moment, you hoped you were a normal girl. You hoped you weren't a mermaid. Because if you weren't a mermaid, then you would have met Johnny normally, like any normal human would.

As you put the last piece of your clothing on, you remove the ring on your neck that connected you to Johnny for a very long time. You walk to him and hesitantly took his hand. You place the ring on his palm and quietly say, "This belongs to you. I'm s-sorry I took it, Johnny."

You let go of his hand and they watch you as you exit the room. Even Chenle didn't go after you. Your sobs still ring clear in his ears. You must feel so broken and defeated inside, he thinks.

---

You walked and walked and walked some more until you reached the shore where you arrived. You feel the soreness of your feet, so you sit on the sand and looked at the open sea.

Now what? You're sure that Johnny hates you. You now know that the only love you'll ever have in your lifetime can never be returned. This must be the cruel pain that your parents mentioned. Oh, how extremely painful it truly is.

You hug your knees close to your chest and just cry your heart out. As you continue to do so, some figures emerge out of the water and you wipe the tears that blurred your vision to see what the figures were. As you do, you saw that it was your mom, Julie, and Hanni.

"Mom? Mom! Julie! Hanni!"

Instead of you coming to them, they came to you. One by one, their tails turned into feet and they run to you. You look around you and when you see that where you were was a secluded part of the shore, you're relieved.

"Mom.. Sisters...."

And with just one look, your mom and sisters understood. They hugged and cried with you until there was no more left to cry.

"Why did you come here?"

"We wanted to visit and see how you were doing. Your father had to stay because of duties, but he sends his warm love. He misses you dearly." Your mom answers.

"I ruined everything mom."

"Shh.. you didn't ruin anything. You were brave."

"Yes, y/n, mom's right. You were brave for chasing your love! And sometimes, when things dont work the way we expect them to, the most important thing is trying." Hanni adds.

You hug them once more. Oh, how you missed your family!

"You can always come back home." Julie tells you. And just when you're about to answer, you hear a faint voice calling out your name.

"But it might be too early to say! Is that him?"

"I-I guess so..."

"Y/n! Where are you?"

"Oh that's him! He's looking for me." As Johnny gets closer to where you are, your mom and sisters quickly go back to the sea.

"Y/n!" Johnny closes the gap between you and him and pulls you in an embrace. "I thought you left!"

"N-No, I was just sitting. How did you know I was here? Why were you looking for me? "

"Chenle's mom told us you might be here based on where she first found you. And I was looking for you because you left."

You search his face for answers but it was too dark. He still hasn't exactly answered why he was looking for you.

"Y-You were mad..."

"I was but not because... I wasn't.. Sorry I'm worried some people might see us here and take photos of us. This isn't exactly a private place. Will you come home with me?" Johnny reaches his hand out to you and you look to the sea briefly before taking his hand.

---

The drive going to Johnny's place was quiet. No one said a word. And when you enter his home, nobody said a word, still. Instead, Johnny takes your hand sits you on his couch.

"Yes, I was angry."

"I'm s-sorry."

"You don't even know what I was angry for, yet. I was angry because I've been looking for this ring for a long time now. It was the last thing on my mind before I had an accident."

"I know..."

"You know? You know what?"

"Your accident. That night, at the sea, you were looking for something before drowning."

"Yeah, I drowned while trying to look for this ring. How do you know this?" Johnny stares deep in your eyes and his lips part as everything clicks like a puzzle.

"You're the silhouette in my dreams. Except that you are actually real." He pauses. "Ever since the accident, I've always had these dreams of a girl leaning down on me. She didn't have a face and I can only see her silhoutte. That girl... she's you. You saved me, didn't you?"

And as you nod, Johnny hugs you again.

"You saved me in more ways than one." as you stare at him confused, Johnny takes his ring out.

"This ring belongs to my mom. J. S. for Johannah Suh. And that night when you found me, I was in a very dark place. It was my her death anniversary that time. I just wanted to miss her by myself. I just wanted to be somewhere quiet. It's hard to remember her when everything's constantly moving around me, you know."

"This was one of the few things that reminded me of her. So when it was taken by the waves. I had to find it. And that's when the waves took me, too."

After Johnny was done explaining, you saw the sadness in his eyes. So you gently take his face in your hand and try to comfort him.

"Mermaid can only love once in their life." Johnny looks at you. "When I saved you, that one love came to me."

"W-Wait, am I the person you were talking about at dinner? The one you followed for love?"

"Y-Yes."

"You swam half the world to meet me." You nod at his conclusion.

"You were my one love and I just wanted to give it a good fight before giving up. So when I saw the fear in your eyes when you saw my tail, I thought, maybe that's all the fight I can do."

"Fear? I wasn't afraid of your tail, y/n."

"You weren't?"

"No! Your tail was magestic. The most beautiful thing I saw. I was scared somebody would see you from the set and try to hurt you."

"So, you aren't scared of me?"

"Never."

"Then can I still work for you?" At this, Johnny laughs.

"Why work for me? Didn't you say you love me?"

"Y-Yeah, but that's just me."

"Is it?" Slowly, you see Johnny's eyes look at your lips. He slowly moves forward to seal the gap between you and him. As he does, you close your eyes. In a second, you feel his hands on your face and his soft lips on yours.

He keeps still for a while. His lips quiet on top of yours. As he separates from you, he presses his forehead against yours and whispers.

"Why don't you be mine, instead."

"I'm yours, Johnny. Always." you answer with no hesitation.

---

"I'm yours, Johnny. Always."

Johnny attaches his lips on yours again. This time, his tongue sought entrance and you let him in. His thumbs draw circles on your cheek. You let out a small whimper when he sucks your tongue. Your small sound officially drove him crazy.

His mind is racing with a hundred thoughts of what he wants to do to you. As he deepens the kiss, he imagines how these lips of yours would feel around his cock. You would look so pretty looking up at him, gagging around his length because its too much for you.

It's just a fantasy for now. He won't do anything tonight that would scare you.

"Tell me, princess, have you kissed anyone before?" Your eyes looked glossy and your lips swollen from kissing. He runs a finger over your lips as he wait for your answer.

"N-No."

"Not even a merman?"

"You're the only one I've kissed. The only man I've been with whether on land or seas."

"Good." He feels satisfied with your answer and his chest swells with pride at the realization that he gets to be person that corrupts you.

"Can we kiss again?" He smiles at your request and takes your hand to lead you inside his room.

"We can do more than just kissing."

As you reach his room, he turns you around to kiss you again. This time with much more intensity. You let out pretty moans that are like music to his ears.

He lips go south to give your neck open mouthed kisses. He licks a spot just below your ear and this makes you arch your neck even more, giving him more access. He smiles against your skin as you become so responsive to him.

His hands roam on your body, from your waist, to your hips, down to where your ass is. He gives it a little squeeze and you jump in surprise at his action.

"Tell me if you want to stop, y/n."

"No, I was just surprised but I l-like it."

"Good girl."

Johnny holds your hips again and attaches his lips to your abused neck. This time, his hands roam inside your shirt. His fingers linger on the skin of your stomach before reaching for the clasp of your bra behind your back.

"Do mermaids really wear this?"

"N-No, Mrs. Zhong just told me its important to wear it." He undos your bra.

"You dont have to wear this anymore when you're with me." And you nod at his words. He moves his hand to cup your breasts and your eyebrows scrunch and you bite your lips at what he does. He can't wait to see all of you. So he takes the hem of your shirt and removes it from you.

He takes in your beautiful form. He looks closely at you as he plays with your nipples.

"J-Johnny..."

"My pretty pretty mermaid." Johnny dips his head to get a taste of you. He puts one nipple in his mouth and he sucks on it with the intention of turning your skin into swollen with his marks.

You gently pull Johnny's hair as he swirls his tongue on your nipple. And when he's had his fill, he guides you to lay down on his bed. In a swift move, he removes both your shorts and underwear. Leaving you fully naked for him.

You're a goddess, Johnny thinks. With your long hair all sprawled behind you, and your skin adorned with his love bites, he doesn't think you can get even more beautiful than this. You look so small and it drives him insane. He can't wait to ruin you.

He teases a finger over your core and you squirm away. So he holds your waist in place as he inserts a finger in you. You let out a moan from the penetration and when he feels that you've adjusted enough, he adds another digit in.

He watches you with lust as he pumps his finger in and out of you. The way your face contorts in pleasure and your hips remain in his hold, turn him even more.

"I feel something, Johnny.."

He feels your insides tighten and from this, he knows that you're about to come.

"Don't fight it princess, let go for me."

"Ahh!"

And like the good girl you are, you come on his fingers. Immediately, he dips his head into your core and suck the bundle of nerves as he curls his fingers inside of you.

"Wait, Johnny! T-too much!"

"Have to prep you well, princess. I dont want to hurt you later."

You grab a fistful of his hair as he overstimulates you even more. Your screams turn louder as he eats you into your second orgasm.

Johnny lifts his head from your core and licks his finger clean. He removes his pants and you see his cock spring free. He lays against the headboard and he looks at you with anticipation.

"Come here, Y/n." And you get up with your knees and come closer to where he is.

"Ride me." You're confused at what he means so he lifts you by your waist onto his thighs.

"This," he points to his cock, "goes inside this." he touches your core. You understand. And although he sees a bit of fear in your eyes, you follow Johnny. You align yourself with his cock and take in the tip.

You bite your lower lip at the burning feeling, but you continue to slide down.

"You're doing well my sweet girl. So good for me." Johnny's hands guide your waist to slide down even more.

"T-Too big."

"You can take it." Johnny becomes impatient and fully pushes you down on his cock.

"O-ohh! Johnny, it hurts!" He sees some tears in you eyes but he kisses them away.

"You'll feel good in a while, princess. Now, move for me." And you follow Johnny. You maintain eye contact with him as you bounce faster on his cock. He tightens the grip on your waist.

"You feel so tight around me, y/n. Shit!"

Johnny flips your positions and you're now under him. He pushes your legs even further from each other and he reaches deeper into you.

"A-Ahh... ahh. So good."

"Yeah? You like how that feels princess? Like how your pussy is getting ruined?"

"Yes, J-Johnny. It feels good. D-don't stop."

He continues to ram into you and when he feels you tighten, he increases his speed even more. He wants to feel you more, want to corrupt you more. He wants to fuck you until you beg for him.

Even when you come, he doesnt stop. The sound of his cock coming in and out of your pussy is an unholy one.

"W-wait Johnny."

He grabs your hands and pound into you some more. "Just a little more princess, I'm almost there."

He thrusts into you a few more times until he feels you squeezing him again. He relishes the feeling of you around him. He's blissed out with how good you feel.

"Fuck, come for me again, y/n."

And you do. This time, Johnny comes with you. And he pulls out just in time to release his cum on your stomach. He stares at your cum covered stomach and then at your face.

You look so pretty panting and sweaty. And this sight is all for him.

He grabs a towel and cleans you up. After that, he fixes your position on the bed to make sure you're comfortable.

You reach for his hand and he does the same to you. He looks at your eyes and gives you a gentle smile.

"Thank you for swimming to me, mermaid. I'll be the one to come to you now."

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marydoyouwrite · 6 months ago

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Paint My Love

PAIRING: husband!mafia!doyoung, painter!reader (reader is a shy and awkward mess but she's also a softie who expresses herself well through art)

GENRE: smut; arranged marriage; a bit slow burn...?

SUMMARY: You've been married to Doyoung for almost a year now, no thanks to an arranged marriage planned by your families who only want what's 'best' for both of you. You and Doyoung barely meet, and when you do, he avoids you like the plague. Until one night he comes home and he asks you to stay as he eats dinner.

WARNINGS: Doyoung has a big cock, but this is fairly vanilla? Let me know!

5.3k word count

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You hear the door to your home opening as you dry the last dish you were washing. And this startles you because it's only past 7pm and your husband is already home.

Husband.

The thought of the term squeezes your heart for a little bit. Seeing each other like this is a moment you dread. Not because you hate him, but maybe because you really don't. You were okay with Doyoung and you thought, because both of you really didn't have a say in the marriage, that he would be too. But apparently not.

After your wedding, he went straight to his room and you had to fight the empty feeling you felt that night. Ever since, every chance encounter you had, either in the hallways, in the kitchen, or on the way out your house, ended up in avoidance. He wouldn't look at you, so much as breathe in your direction. And at first, it made your little heart sad. As someone who isn't really good at making the first move, you took his avoidance as a sign that he wants nothing to do with you.

But now, it bothers you a bit less. You made a schedule around the time he's not home so you wouldn't have to experience the awkward feeling. He's out of the house by 6 in the morning and usually comes home past 11 at night.

This time, you groan inwardly because he's home too early! When you hear him entering the kitchen, you note that there was a slight pause in his steps. Probably surprised to see you there. You don't face to greet him, instead, you focus on finishing the dishes so you can hurry back upstairs and lock yourself in your room.

But your plan is interrupted and you almost dropped the dish you were holding when he clears his throat.

"Sorry, but is there any food left?"

"Oh! Uhm, yeah. T-There's some in the fridge. I'll heat it up."

He nods his head a little bit. You probably responded a bit too fast there but your heart is racing. It was the first time he's ever talked to you. It would be a lie to say you weren't surprised at how deep his voice sounded.

You brisk-walked to the fridge and popped the pasta you cooked a while ago into the microwave. You bowed your head and started picking on your fingers. From behind your hair you moved your eyes to steal a glance at Doyoung just to see him looking at you, too.

You're surprised at the eye contact so you turn around and the microwave was just right on time to do its work. The pasta was ready. You carelessly grab it and put it in front of him. You also got some utensils along the way.

"Thank you, y/n."

And now, you awkwardly stand in front of him not sure about what to do. It wouldn't be rude to leave him, right? Or would it? It's not like you're friendly with each other!

Your thoughts make you hesitate and Doyoung notices it.

"Can you join me for a bit?"

And you're taken aback. You point at yourself to make sure he wants YOU to join him for a bit. And when he nods, you quickly grab the seat in front of him and sit down. Your back is straight and you don't know what to do with your hands. You are lost and you are a mess. You look at everything aside from him. Nobody can blame you. This is a scenario that's happened for the first time in almost a year.

Doyoung beaks the silence.

"Do I scare you?"

"No!"

And you choke on your own saliva before composing yourself and answering him again.

"I mean.. maybe just a little bit? We're not exactly on speaking terms."

This time when you answer him again, you get a chance to really look at him. He is the finest person you've ever laid your eyes on. He has a refined look with very distinct features. His eyes and nose are sharp but everything is balanced out by the softness on his cheeks and the light pink on his lips.

"I'm sorry to make you feel that way. It's my fault for always avoiding you. But trust that I'm the last person you should be afraid of."

Is this an opportunity to ask him? You're dying to know why he's avoided you from the beginning. But at the same time, you don't want to confirm anything that might make you more miserable than you already are. You eventually decide to be brave.

"Why though?

"Hmm?"

"W-Why do you avoid me..."

You look down and brace yourself for whatever his reasons are. You are fully prepared to be punched in the gut.

"I was just thinking you'd be more comfortable that way. I was partly the reason why you lost your freedom."

"Oh."

You slumped at his confession. All this time, you were lonely because he was trying to be considerate. And you don't know what to feel. You recall the nights you felt so lonely. You weren't a sociable person so you had very few friends, and the very few friends you had, weren't always in the country. Contrary to the expectation that daughters from rich families are socialities, you aren't. You preferred doing what you loved.

And being in an arranged marriage made you expect that you would somehow gain a new friend in the person of your husband. After all, you both had no choice. You thought maybe, you can be partners? But then, when he wasn't meeting your eyes and was trying his best to avoid you, you tell yourself that you can't push yourself on people. Creating connections was a choice, even if he was already your husband.

And then now you discover that Doyoung was just being considerate. How many nights of crying would you have avoided if you just made the first move instead of assuming? And how many nights of feeling alone would Doyoung have saved you from if he also didn't assume what you preferred?

So, oh. That was your dry ass response.

"Hey, what's wrong?"

"I wasn't comfortable. I was... lonely."

His eyes soften and he reaches out to you. It's as if the lowness in your voice and the slump on your shoulders made him understand what you felt.

"I'm sorry, Y/n. It was wrong of me to just avoid you all this time." He lifts your head gently. "I'll make it up to you. I hope I'm not too late to do that."

You hear the sincerity in his voice so you nod at him. You ignore the butterflies in your stomach because you don't want to hope too much.

"Let me just wash my plate and why don't I walk you to your room as a start?" He smiles a little bit and you mirror it.

"O-Okay." You made a mental note to fucking stop stammering.

"Did you cook the pasta?"

"Yeah, is it bad?"

"No, it tastes amazing. Thank you for dinner. I should come home early more often."

"If you can, then I'll always cook dinner enough for both of us."

"I'll look forward, then."

You stand beside him as he washes his plate and utensils. You have a lot of things you're curious about him but you don't want to rush anything. Since he's making it up with you, you guess you'll have more time to talk later on.

"You probably want to ask me a lot of things. You can ask me anything. You don't have to hesitate." He looks down to meet your eyes and you're the first to shy away.

"Okay, but later."

Doyoung just smiles in acknowledgment and puts everything back in the drying rack.

"Shall we?"

And both of you go upstairs to your rooms. It's not awkward walking side by side in silence. It's new, but not awkward. You feel him glancing at you every now and then but he doesn't say anything. It's okay though. You have a feeling that in time, you'll be really good friends.

You reach your room and he opens the door for you.

"Here you are."

"Here I am." You just look at each other for a few more seconds before you break eye contact, again, for the second time tonight. You smile at each other before saying good night.

"Good night, Doyoung."

"Good night, Y/n."

You race back to your bed side and you take your notebook out. Before sleeping, you want to list down some dishes you can cook now that Doyoung is also going to eat what you cooked.

You're not an expert but he said he liked the pasta, so you might be decent cook. Besides, you hated eating out if you could avoid it so you've been cooking for yourself since college.

While scribbling down some ideas, your thoughts drift back to Doyoung's face. How everything is so in harmony with each other. How it's nice to look at and probably nice to touch, too. Then, his lips. Before you know it, you fell asleep with his face the last thing you thought.

---

Doyoung wakes up early. Being in the mafia required him to do so. His work doesn't involve too much fighting. That was his friend's Taeyong's job. His was the business side of it all -- the numbers, analytics, risk calculations, negotiations, etc. Although when it came down to it, he never hesitated to pull the trigger.

Last night was one of the rare times he gets to come home early. It was a smooth week after closing a complicated deal with a Japanese arms dealer. And on the drive home, his mind flashed your image, like it would always do at random times. How could he not think of you? You were a mystery aside from, of course, being his wife.

He never talked to you. Never made it obvious he would steal some looks at you when you cross paths at home. But never did he approach you, afraid that you would run away from him. And god forbid you left him.

On your wedding day, he thought you were the most beautiful woman he ever saw. You were quiet and shy majority of the time but when you smiled, everything around you glowed. But he knew it was an arranged marriage you never wanted to happen. So he swore to make it bearable for you to stay with him.

This time, he wonders if you'd allow him to take a step closer to you.

He couldn't feel any lighter when he recalls how your conversation went last night. He wanted to punch himself when he learned that all this time, you've been lonely all by yourself. But he shrugs off the guilt and instead focuses on the part that you've let him make it up to you. He'll fight hell just to come home in time for dinner every night.

He finishes tucking in his shirt and considers going to your room to bid you farewell before going to the office. Of course you're still asleep. But it wouldn't be weird right? He's your husband after all.

He comes out of his room and goes to yours. He's a bit surprised to find you sleeping on your table and not on the bed. He thinks about how sore you'll feel when you wake up.

He walks to you and sees the open notebook beside you with a list of dishes you listed, and then crossed out, with beef stew encircled more than twice. He smiles at the thought and gets excited for the beef stew you'll cook later.

He gently carries you to your bed and tucks you in. He brushes your hair away from your face and stares at you for a few more minutes. He gently pats your hair before leaving you to get more sleep. He can't bring himself to kiss you. Not when he hasn't made it up to you, yet.

His only thought the whole day is dinner. With you.

---

You hum a random tune as you stir the pot of beef stew you decided to cook for dinner. You feel giddy and nervous at the same time. It's the first time you're having dinner with Doyoung. And of course, the both of you get to talk.

You had a really good day. Aside from the quick whiplash you had when you realized you were on your bed as you recall being on your table prior to falling asleep. But you shrugged it off thinking you transferred to your bed in the middle of the night.

You also had a productive one because you were in the process of completing your collection for your next exhibit which is in 8 months. It seems to be a long time, but your target is to finalize your line up, at least 6 months before your exhibit. And you've decided on your final piece. You were hesitant at first but then eventually decided to do it. It'll be a project that you'll pour your heart and soul into.

You hear Doyoung's car entering your garage and you're elated. The table is set and the stew is perfect. You turn off the fire and quickly run to the door. You don't quite care if Doyoung thinks you're desperate and too excited. Quite frankly, you are excited.

Doyoung opens the door and his eyes widen when he sees you in front of him.

"Hi!" you beam. He recovers from his surprise and he smiles back at you.

"Hi, y/n. It smells delicious here."

"Does it? I cooked beef stew." He looks at you knowingly with a glimmer in his eyes.

"Did you? Well, I looked forward to dinner the whole day."

"Really?"

"Really."

You help him with his coat and walk together to the kitchen. You get the pot of stew and place it on the pot holder in the middle of all the side dishes you bought from a nearby restaurant.

You look at Doyoung and you see his jaw dropped at the aesthetics of it all.

"This is what I've been missing?" You giggle a little bit before serving him some of the stew on his plate.

"Well, I don't cook like this for myself. But I can't let you eat plain dinner."

"I'd gladly eat anything you prepare. I hope preparing this didn't tire you out too much?"

"Nope! It was easy. Plus, the side dishes were from the restaurant at 4th street."

You look at him expectantly as he takes his first bite.

"No kidding, Y/n, but this is the best stew I ever had."

You smile at his words and start eating, too. Getting the beef perfectly tender was worth it!

"How was your day?"

"Oh, well, not much! I have an exhibit coming up in 8 months. I spent the whole afternoon planning my last piece."

"Wow, an exhibition. Do you have a theme for it already?"

The curiosity in Doyoung's voice made you sit straight. You don't get a chance to talk about your work that much. Only when it's time to address your audience do you get to do it. But now, your husband wants to know more about your work.

"Yes, the theme is going to be Syndesi. It's greek for connection."

"Why did you choose that for your theme?"

"Connection is usually what inspires me for my work. When something or uh, someone, makes me feel something, I'm inclined to immortalize it on canvass."

Doyoung looks at you for moment. "I hope I can get a ticket to see your exhibition. I heard it sells out fast."

You laugh at his remark and add, "Well you're in luck because I happen to have a privilege for a plus one."

Dinner goes by smoothly. You enjoy the conversations you had with Doyoung. He kept asking you questions he's curious about and you happily respond to everything.

"Leave it alone, I'll wash it!"

"Hey, you cooked dinner, of course I'll wash the dishes."

"You must be tired though! Why don't you let me? I really don't mind."

"It's okay, this should be quick. If you want you can stay here with me while I wash. Then, I'll walk you to your room again."

You like his idea. So you walk back to one of the stools and sit down as Doyoung folds his sleeves to start washing. For a moment, you allow yourself to admire him. His broad shoulders seem so dependable and his back so strong. You look at his arms and you wonder how it would feel like to be carried in them. You're embarassed at your thoughts so you clear your throat and decide to walk beside him.

"What's your favorite food?"

---

"What's your favorite food?"

Doyoung looks at you as you stand beside him. He's tried not to dwell too much on it but now that you're standing so close to him, he can't help but burn this image of you on his mind. You were wearing a university shirt that's sized so perfectly for you and a pair of red shorts that was too short for his comfort but perfect for his liking. The shirt was modest, and yet it hugged your breasts and your waist in a way that made him imagine lewd and terrible things.

"Doyoung?"

"Oh, yeah. I liked the beef stew you cooked tonight."

"Beef stew is your favorite?"

"Yeah, it is."

"Wow! I didn't know that? I got lucky, huh?"

He looks at you again and he can tell you for sure that he's the one who's lucky. His mind is back in the gutter when he notes how soft the skin on your thighs look. A perfect canvass waiting to be marked by him. He feels his cock getting hard at his thoughts so he quickly finishes washing the dishes so he can save himself from embarrasment.

"Let me tuck you in."

He walks you to your room and bids you good night. He badly needs to deal with the hard on that he brought upon himself.

"Thank you for dinner, Y/n. Good night." You smile at him with a smile that went straight to his balls.

"Good night, Doyoung."

If the smile wasn't enough, you gave him a quick hug before closing the door behind you.

It was going to be a long night.

---

Dinners with Doyoung were the highlight of your days. Before you knew it, 3 months have passed and you've grown closer to each other. He's become a friend you can rely on and you want to think you've also become that way for him.

Tonight, though, you can't cook. You're going to have to buy some take outs because you want to show him something. It's been 3 months since you also started working on the last piece for your exhibition and today's the day you planned to show it to Doyoung.

It took you a whole day to work on the finishing touches before finally being satisfied. You dont want to postpone showing this to Doyoung because today is a special day. It also works with your personal deadline for the exhibit, so nothing can stop you from showing it to him tonight.

You look at the clock and see that it's almost 7. You panic because you haven't ordered the take outs and you are a huge mess! Your hair is tied in a very messy bun with so many paint splatters on your shirt, arms, and thighs. Not very glamorous but you can't afford scolding yourself now. Not now that you already hear Doyoung's car parking!

You run out of your office and get to the door as fast as you can. You were panting when Doyoung came in and he is rightfully surprised to see you.

---

"Doyoung!"

He is shocked and awfully turned on while looking at you as you tried to catch your breath. Your hair was tucked in a bun and you were wearing a loose white shirt with shorts underneath, that he's not really sure about. Hard to say because your shirt went over whatever bottoms you had on. And fuck, he already thought you were pretty. But right now, you were gorgeous enough to make him lose his mind.

"Doyoung, I'm sorry I couldnt make dinner, I was rushing something!"

"Hey, its okay. We can do take outs. Want me to order?" You sigh in relief.

"I was just gonna ask you to! While waiting, I'm just gonna take a shower because I reek of paint and thinner."

"I got you. Take your time and leave the take outs to me."

"Thank you!"

You rush up to your room and he settles on the sofa. He dials a number and asks the person on the other line to deliver some good steak, wine, and sides to your home.

He replays how you looked like again. You were catching your breath and he's convinced he's turned into a lunatic because all he can think about is how pretty you would look like catching your breath under him as he fucked you senselessly.

He pinches the bridge of his nose and decides to take a quick cold shower and change into comfortable clothes too, as he waits for the food.

Doyoung comes down after showering just in time for the food's arrival. He fixes the table and gets everything ready for when you're done showering. And as he hears your footsteps descending down the stairs, he places the wine on the table.

"Steak and wine?! They still deliver at this time?"

"I called a friend."

"Really? He brought it that quick? It was barely an hour." Doyoung laughs.

"Well, he's a good friend. Let's eat?"

The whole dinner, Doyoung had to remind himself of self control. As usual, your conversations were pleasant. He's been laughing at your stories and you've been asking him questions you were curious about. This time, about the places he's been to.

But, hell, his limits are constantly being pushed. You were wearing a pink camisole top with silk pajamas. The camisole gave him a sweet little peek at the luscious top of your breasts. He knows that one of these days, he'll get sick from all the cold showers he's taking.

"Doyoung? Hello?"

"Uhm, yeah? Sorry I was thinking of something I left in the office."

"Oh is it important? Do you have to go back?" He notes the tinge of sadness in your voice.

"No, no. That's a tomorrow thing. Dont worry about it. What were you saying?"

"I wanted to show you something."

"Really? What is it?"

"Do you remember when I told you I was working on my last piece for the exhibit?"

"Yeah, of course I do."

"Well.. it's done!"

"It is? That's amazing! And are you going to show it to me?" you nod shyly.

"Would you like to see it now?

"I cant wait. Show me."

You stand from your seat and very slowly, you carefully took one of his fingers in your hand. You looked up at him as if asking if its okay to hold him like that. So he assures you by fully holding your hand.

You both go up and walk towards the last room which he knows to be your office. He never went inside as he treats it as one of your private spaces where you can be yourself. As you went inside the office, he sees a huge canvass in the middle covered by a gray cloth.

You leave him to walk towards the canvass. And slowly, you unveil the art work. As you reveal the final piece to your exhibit, he stiffens in awe. He is blown away.

Slowly he walks toward the huge canvass and stares at his eyes that was staring back at him. It was him. The final piece you were excited about, the art that you mentioned so many times, the painting that crowned your exhibit on connections -- was his face.

He can't begin to describe the swell in his heart. He feels out of breath. You have captured everything about him that he thought only a mirror can. Hell, this was better than a mirror. You captured a longing in his eyes that he thought he was able to hide from you.

"I wanted this to be the final piece because the connection I made with you is my favorite one. I h-hope thats okay."

He looks at you and takes quick strides to stand in front of you.

"Y/n.. will you let me kiss you." He sees you part your lips and your eyes widen a little bit, but you let him.

"Y-You can kiss me."

And he does. He kisses your lips with all the pent up passion he's kept within him.

---

Doyoung kisses you with so much passion.

You feel his tongue seeking entrance to your mouth and you welcome him. You part your lips very slightly and he takes his time to explore every inch of your mouth.

You feel feverish because of the kiss and your knees turn weak so you support yourself by holding on to his arms. You feel his hands roam at your back as he continues to kiss you.

You feel his lips travel down to your jaw until he reaches a sensitive spot on your neck. You close your eyes and moan his name as he sucks on the sensitive spot.

"Y/n, you have to forgive me. I might not be able to hold myself back tonight."

"I dont want you to hold back."

Your answer lights a fire in Doyoung and he carries you out of your office and into his room. He sets you down on his bed and attaches his lips to yours again. As he does, his hands roam around inside your camisole. His thumbs play on the skin just under your breasts.

"Arms up, baby."

And you comply. He discards your camisole and throws them somewhere on the floor. He looks at you like he is starved before he lowers himself to your chest. He takes your breasts in his two hands and fondle both of them gently.

"You're a fucking dream. They're beyond whatever I've imagined. "

He puts one of your nipples in his mouth and sucks on it while he fiddles the other one between his fingers.

"D-Doyoung, ahh."

He peers up at you before sucking on your other nipple. He plays with your breasts for a bit more before he lifts himself up. He looks at you and he is proud to have made the skin on your chest and your nipples look like a map of his love. He imagines his marks will show more visibly in the morning. And his chest swells with the thought that only he can make you look like this.

Doyoung takes the band of your pajamas between his fingers and pulls it down. He places a kiss on your core before removing the last piece of clothing that' preventing him from seeing the whole of you.

"So, beautiful, my wife. Open your legs for me."

And you do. You dont even feel shy anymore. As far as youre concerned, you're burning for this man in front of you.

"Good girl."

He kisses the inside of your thighs and using his index finger, he makes small circles on your skin. Slowly, he dips his head into your core and starts giving your slit some kitten licks before fully sucking on your clit. You arch your back at the sensation.

"A-ahh! Yes, oh, Doyoung!"

While sucking on your clit, Doyoung inserts a finger inside you and your hips buckle at the intrusion.

"So wet for me. So ready to take me in."

He inserts another and curls it to reach a delicious spot inside you that makes you scream a bit.

He continues to pump his fingers in and out of you as he looks up.

"Can you come for me, Y/n?"

"Y-Yes! Oh god, I-I'm almost... fuck, almost there."

"Let it out, angel."

And you don't need to be told twice. A powerful wave of orgasm hits you and Doyoung rides you through your high by continuously moving his fingers. He goes down on you again to lick the cum out of you.

"Delicious. You taste so sweet."

You catch your breath and realize that Doyoung hasn't removed a single piece of his clothing yet. But that's about to change. You prop yourself up using your elbows as he removes his shirt and discards his pajama.

As he does, his cock springs out in all its glory. You feel a cold sweat on your back as you see how huge your husband is. Not that you had a lot to compare it to. It's just that, you dont think it'll fit.

"Doyoung... will it fit?" Your husband chuckles at your evident nervousness.

"It will, angel. Can you relax for me now?"

You lay back down again and decide to trust Doyoung. He grabs your legs and spreads them wide open. He situates himself between you and grabs something from the drawer of his bedside. Before he gets to tear the packet of condom, you speak.

"N-No condom."

"I'm not opposed to having kids with you, y/n. But are you okay with getting pregnant immediately after tonight? Because it thats what you want, I'll make sure you do."

You almost rolled your eyes, but you don't. Instead, you shyly cover your face.

"I started taking the pill." Doyoung is shocked but his face breaks into a playful grin. And you cant blame him becuase you're not exactly on fucking terms. It only meant that you didnt consider fucking out of the question. It was very much in the question for you.

"I'll grill you more on that after."

"I'd like that, please."

Doyoung throws the condom behind him and he teases your entrance with the tip of his cock. He slowly eases inside of you and you tear up at the penetration.

"H-hurts..."

"I'm almost halfway, baby. Can you take it for me." You nod at him as he bottoms out inside of you. You take a deep breath at the burning pain.

"I have to move now, Y/n."

"Wait! N-not yet.."

"I promise it'll feel better." Doyoung starts to move inside of you. Very slowly at first and gradually picking up the pace. And he's right, it does feel better.

You make all sorts of noises and you're sure you've left a couple of nail marks on Doyoung's back. But you couldnt care less.

"F-fuck, you're so tight!"

One of Doyoung's hands press down on your stomach and you scream at the feeling.

"A-Ahh! Doyoung, faster please." He grabs hold of your waist a bit too tight that you know it'll leave a mark on you tomorrow morning.

"Shit! I feel you squeezing my cock, are you close, angel?"

"Y-Yes! Ahh.... ahh!"

Doyoung slams himself into you with more speed and strength. He puts his thumb over your clit and this sends you over the edge.

"I'm c-coming, Doyoung!"

"I'm close, too. Fuck! Come for me, Y/n."

And you do. You orgasmed so hard and Doyoung thrusts into you a few more times before you feel his hot cum fill your walls.

Doyoung doesnt let his weight crush you and instead he waits for while before he pulls out of you. You sigh at the loss of contact. Doyoung gives you a quick kiss on your forehead before he walks away for a little bit and comes back with a towellete to wipe the inside of your thighs.

After he cleans you up, he joins you in bed and hugs you to his chest. He covers both of you with a blanket and he brushes your the strands of hair that fell on your face.

He stares at you with a warm look before speaking again.

"Happy anniversary, Y/n."

"You knew?"

"I did."

You reach up to kiss him on the lips before snuggling closer to his chest.

"Happy anniversary, Doyoung."

"About the pills..."

You groan out loud, but you look forward to tomorrow.

---

a/n: Enjoy~!

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marydoyouwrite · 6 months ago

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Burnt Out

PAIRING: boyfriend!jaehyun, Fem Reader, bestfrined!doyoung

GENRE: smut

SUMMARY: Jaehyun is insatiable to the point that reader is sick from lack of rest. A little bit angsty because reader has to decide for herself.

WARNINGS: smut, unprotected sex, dubcon bordering noncon, overstimulation, pussy eating, lots of manhandling, use of sex toy, its up to you to decide if Jaehyun is a bad guy here, what do you think?

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You've been staring for far too long at nothingness when you're brought back to reality by a nudge from Doyoung.

"Are you so blissed out with Jaehyun's dick that you've been so out of it lately?"

You adjust from your seat and took the food from your impatient friend's hands that have probably been stretched out for a while causing him to say the off handed remark.

"Sorry. I'm just so tired."

"So you are blissed out."

Blissed out, huh. For a while you dont realize that you made a face that Doyoung can't comprehend.

Your mind began to drift to a different place. You've been so tired. Instead of being blissed out, maybe burnt out is the word.

You've been with Jaehyun for around 9 months now thanks to his frat friends for pushing you two together. Doyoung is also a frat friend but you and him go way back as neighborhood friends, so you consider him on your side.

And you can't quite recall if Doyoung was also pushing you to be with Jaehyun. He only seemed like a quiet audience when the whole thing was happening. And when you and Jaehyun finally got together, he only said a short, "Congrats."

Doyoung pokes your side and you wince at the contact. You smooth your hands over the part he poked.

"Oww, what was that for?"

"Woah, that was not a strong poke."

"I know, but still. It hurts."

And you can see the confusion forming on his face. He's probably thinking why you winced too hard over a gentle poke. And you cant bring yourself to tell him that its because you have bruises on your waist that are never healing. You can never tell.

"Y/n!"

You whip your head to direction from where your boyfriends voice came from. You instinctively raise your hand despite dreading the time he'll ask you to come with him. You havent even finished eating your lunch with Doyoung.

"Hey, Doyoung."

"Jaehyun."

"Mind if I snatch Y/n away?"

"She hasn't finished her food yet, though?"

"It's okay, I'll cook for her at home. That okay, princess?"

Doyoung looks at you and you want to say no. You want so bad to stay with him for a while and get a few moments of rest while finishing your food. You badly want to hold onto his sleeves. But all of that is weird.

"Yeah, thats okay. I'll see you later Doyoung!"

And you grab your remaining lunch, so you have something to eat later.

Jaehyun grabs your hand and happily drags you to his place thats only a few blocks from school.

"Jae." You call quietly.

"Hmm?"

"I have class at 6pm. Can we skip it today?"

"I promise we'll make it quick and take care of you after."

But with Jaehyun, its never quick. Once he starts, he never stops.

Once you reach his home, Jaehyun immediately latches his lips to yours. You put your hands on his chest and try to protest but your words are drowned in the kisses. His lips travel down your neck and suck a part of your skin just above the collarbone.

"Jae, please. Can I e-eat first."

"I'll cook for you after this, I promise."

He cups your heat and pushes your underwear to the side to insert three fingers into your pussy. You groan at the sudden intrusion and some tears form in your eyes.

"J-Jae! P-Please be gentle,"

It seems that your plea and tears just cause Jaehyun to be even more riled up. He angles his figngers to reach the sensitive spot inside you causing you to let out a small scream.

"That's it. Fucking scream for me princess. I know how much a slut you are for me."

Its so painful and yet your body betrays you again. Your knees buckle towards Jaeyun when you feel your stomach tigthening.

"Jaehyun! Please."

"Are you going to come pretty girl?"

"Y-Yes, so close."

"F-Fuck youre so tight around my fingers."

Jaehyun's thumb presses against your clit and you come undone on his fingers.

You pant and as you try to catch your breath, Jaehyun carries you to the sofa. He discards your clothes so skillfully and he sinks on his knees face to face with your pussy. He dips and licks your clit, making you arch your back at the sensitivity you're feeling.

"Jae, w-wait!"

But you know better. Jaehyun never waits. So you grab his head as your legs shake at his continous ministrations with his tongue.

He focuses on sucking on your clit and inserts two fingers in you. He lifts his left hand to grab your breast. He gives it a squeeze before playing with your nipple.

The sensations send you over the edge and you know its not long before you reach another orgasm.

Jaehyun blows on your clit and gives it a gentle lick before sucking on it again like hes never eaten you out before.

He looks up at you and he sees that some tears have made its way to your cheeks. And he smirks at the sight of you crying from overstimulation.

"Jaehyun! Ahh, fuck!"

It doesnt take long before you cum on his tongue and your legs are shaking. He continues to clean you up with his tongue.

He lifts his head from your core and starts to unbuckle his belt. His pants pool at his feet and you look at his angry length.

Jaehyun is huge. Both in girth and length. During your first months with him, you think of how you got so lucky to be the only girl to bed him. You recall always looking forward to being tangled on the sheets with him.

But now. Your body is about to give up on you.

You're whipped away from your thoughts when Jaehyun lowers himself and starts to push his cock into you.

"G-Gentle please."

He grabs your thighs and spreads them open even more as he pushes more inside you. You sigh at the intrusion because even if he fucks you everyday, you never seemed to adjust.

"You're so fucking tight princess. We might have to do something about this. Yeah?"

He shoves all of his length inside you and you feel it reach your cervix making you arch in pain and pleasure.

He puts his palm over your lower stomach where his cock prods.

"God you look so hot taking me all in."

He presses his palm down as he continuously pounds into you making you scream because of the pressure.

"Ahh... please, i-it hurts."

You sob at the pain and sensitivity you're feeling. You know he's about to make you come again. And you know that this is going to be a long afternoon.

Jaehyun angles himself to reach a deeper part of your insides and the slight change in angle causes another wave of orgasm to wash over you. But Jaehyun doesn't come and doesn't stop from moving inside you.

"J-Jae, baby. P-Please stop."

"Come on, princess. You can take another one for me, right?"

He grabs both your legs and presses them against your chest. The new position lets him bury himself deeper into you, if thats even possible, and you become a whimpering, sobbing mess.

He plays with your clit using his thumb and by impulse, you put your hands on his chest to push him a little bit, trying to make him relent. But he doesn't.

With his other hand, he grabs one of your hands and puts it above your head as he continues to pound so mercilessly into you.

You weakly retreat your other hand as you see that he's determined to make you come just one more time.

He lowers his head on your chest and takes a nipple into his mouth. He sucks on it and the sensation does it for you. You come again.

And as you do, you hear him grunt.

"Shit you're so good for me princess. So fucking tight."

With a few more thrusts, you feel his cum spill inside you.

"F-Fuck!"

He slowly stills and collapses on top of you but still mindful not to put all his weight on you.

You feel yourself slipping away into unconsciousness. Everything is a blur but youre not completely out. You feel Jaehyun moving and pulling out of you but you cant quite fully see his expression. You can only hear your labored breaths.

You feel Jaehyun carrying your limp body up fromd the sofa. And as he walks somewhere, maybe his room, you weakly say, "J-Jae, no more. Please?"

He quietly chuckles and places a kiss on your forehead.

"You're cute."

You feel his soft bed envelope your body as he gently places you down.

"On your knees baby."

And you want to protest but your voice betrays you. Its no use. You try to wave and signal with your hand that you can't anymore but you cant even put it up.

So when he turns you over because you dont move, you just let him. And maybe all of these is your fault because you usually just let him at the end of the day.

In a while, you hear the familiar whirring of the toy you once loved but now dreaded. You shudder as he teases your core with the vibrating dildo. You sob as he fully inserts it into you. You brace yourself as he spreads your ass open. And you fully shed tears as he penetrates your other hole with his cock. He grabs your hips so tightly and pound you into oblivion.

You dont know how many more orgasms you had before Jaehyun decides he's done. But your arms and knees have given up on you and you pass out. The last thing you remember is him removing the dildo from you and pushing in the cum that's leaked out of your ass.

---

You open your eyes and you feel so sore. How many hours has it been? Did you miss class? You cant miss class. Its a major subject and god forbid your subjects get fucked up too.

You look at Jaehyun's bed side clock and see that its almost 5:30. You have to go right now.

So despite the soreness, a headache, and the tenderness on your arms and hips, you will yourself to get up. And as you do, you see Jaehyun coming in with food on a tray and a glass of water. If only you weren't so tired physically and mentally, you would have swooned so much at the gesture. But getting to class is urgent.

"Hey, why are you already moving?"

"I have class. I have to go now."

You note the hoarseness in your voice.

"Can't you skip today? You're so tired."

"C-Can't Jae, exams are almost here."

"Okay let me walk you to school. And at least have a bite. You didn't get to finish lunch earlier."

He puts down the tray and scoops some food and puts the spoon in front of you. You quickly take a bite because, god your are starving.

As you chew, you gather your clothes that have already been neatly folded on the bed side. You dress up and in the process, you at least had three more bites of food.

Jaehyun does walk you to school and you note the slight dizziness youre feeling and the wobble in your steps.

"I've gone overboard, didn't I?"

You just give Jaehyun a tight little smile.

"I love you." He says with his dimpled smile you always adored.

"Love you, too." You replied before rushing off to your class.

You make it just in time.

You see the vacant chair beside Doyoung that he always saves for you, so you walk towards him. He looks up at you and you know he notices your weird walk.

But you dont mind him.

The discussion starts and its as if the professor is singing you to sleep. Now that youre seated in class, your body feels on fire.

Your core is aching. Your hips are killing you. Your arms and knees feel like theyre about to pop. Your head is being split in two. You're spent.

"Ms. Y/N?"

You're startled by the professor calling your name and you abruptly stand.

It was dumb. Because before you even hear the next sentence from your professor, you feel liquid dripping from your nose and everything blacks out.

The last thing you hear is Doyoung shouting your name.

---

You feel like you're floating. There are faint voices talking in the background but you can't quite catch what they're talking about.

You slowly open your eyes and its just all white. You groan at how the light hits your eyes and you feel footsteps walking towards you.

"Y/n!"

"W-Water."

Doyoung gets a glass of water and quickly hands it to you. You take a drink and you try to speak.

"What happened?"

"You tell me. You blacked out in class!"

"Mr. Doyoung, kindly lower your voice." The doctor tells Doyoung off.

"Ms. Y/n, there is something I need to discuss with you. Would you like your boyfriend to stay?" The doctor glances at Doyoung as if asking if you want him to be there.

"H-He's not my boyfriend. But he's close to me. He can stay."

The doctor sighs. "Okay. I assume you have a boyfriend?"

"Y-Yes, why?"

"You have to slow down on the sexual activities. Your body seems to be not having any rest." You blush as you hear this. The doctor can tell?

"You also have to tell us, are you experiencing any abuse?"

"What? Does Jaehyun hit you?" Doyoung's voice is angry, so you panic.

"N-No! No he doesn't."

"I swear to fucking god if you're lying, Y/n!"

"I promise! He doesn't. My bruises, h-he just gets a little rough. But I let him."

The doctor sighs before continuing.

"I see. If that's the case, talk to him. Get some proper rest. You're weight isn't too good, work on putting in some more. I'll give you some vitamins. Also, having too much bruises aren't good for your body, so slow down on the rough play. That's all. I'll leave you for a bit. Just take the prescription before discharge."

With that, the doctor left. She must have sensed the intensity of Doyoung's stares on you.

"What the hell? He's not letting you rest to the point of getting sick?"

"Doyoung please, my ear hurts."

"Oh I hurt you? You don't seem to have a problem with Jaehyun hurting you though?"

"It's not that! I try to tell him. It's just not easy."

As you finish your sentence, you see Jaehyun rushing inside your room. And before you can even say anything, Doyoung loses it and lands a punch on your boyfriend's face.

"Doyoung, no!"

"The fuck was that for!" Jaehyun shouts as he grabs Doyoung's collar.

"You can't keep your dick in your pants for even a day?! Really fucking her into hospitalization?"

"What?" You see the confusion on Jaehyun's eyes.

"Please both of you calm down. We're in a hospital, please." You cough a little bit because your throat still feels sore. And this seems to calm the two men down.

Jaehyun goes to you and helps you sit on the bed.

"What happened?"

You look at your boyfriend and then at Doyoung who is still visibly angry.

"Doyoung, can you leave us two for a bit?"

Doyoung hesitates but he understands you want to talk to Jaehyun. So he leaves, but not before giving his friend another dirty look.

"Baby, what happened?" He genuinely asks as he took your hand in his.

"J-Jae,"

"Yeah? You can tell me."

"The doctor said I got sick because I don't get to r-rest. She told me to slow down on the sex."

Jaehyun's jaw drops.

"I did this?" You just nod at him slightly.

"I-I'm sorry, baby."

"She also told me that I had too many bruises."

There was silence between you two and you see Jaehyun feeling the guilt.

"J-Jae. I want to break up."

"W-What? But baby, I can fix this. I wont push you too much anymore. I'll take care of you better."

"Its not just about that Jae. It's just that I never felt heard. All the time I've asked you to stop, but you didn't, made me feel small." You pause.

"In the beginning, I enjoyed it because you were my first in everything. But every time I asked you to stop or slow down, asked you for some rest but you didnt listen, I just felt unheard." You take his face in your hands.

"And to be honest, this has been affecting me physically too and I'm not prepared. I've slept on one too many classes. Dragged myself in pain to finish a project. I feel like if I dont ask for this break, I'll fall even more behind."

And its true. You can see the signs. You're sleep deprived and you're missing deadlines. You never missed a deadline before. Your studies mean the most to you that you promised yourself not to let it go even if you enter a relationship.

But everything's getting affected and you want to stop it before it gets bigger and you and Jaehyun both end up very badly burnt.

Jaehyun just stares at you. A mix of sadness and understanding in his eyes. And for a while, you remember how he looked like the first time you met him.

Jaehyun is easy to pass as a jerk at first glance. He was the typical captain of the basketball team who's also a frat member. You didn't hit it off at the beginning. How could you? Youre not the most sociable person. With your nose always in books, people would call you a nerd. It doesn't matter though, because you're set on your goals. But in his persistence, you saw another side of him. He was charming in many ways. He was your first in everything. And you knew that Jaehyun is always delighted in knowing he was your first in all.

But now, you feel like the timing of you being together isnt right. You couldnt sacrifice anything for him. You tried to, with your body, but now its taken a toll on you.

"I'm sorry, Jaehyun."

"Hey, don't be sorry pretty girl." He lifts your chin gently so you could look at him again. This time, his eyes full of assurance.

"If anything, I'm the one who should be sorry. I failed to take care of you and I'm realizing it just now. But thank you for telling me. "

You feel it coming now. Your breaking point is happening because Jaehyun is still the kind man you love. He respects you enough to let go of you.

"I'm really sorry, Y/n."

He squeezes your hands and at that moment, you know that both of you can postpone any more talking. The words you both want to say can be said another time.

"Do you want me to call Doyoung back here?"

"Yes, please."

He gives your forehead a long kiss before he gets up and goes out the door. When the door opens again, it's Doyoung that comes in. And when your eyes meet, your eyes let go of the tears you've been holding back.

And Doyoung is quick to understand what happened and what you need. So he goes to hug you tight.

"I'm not sure I did the right thing."

"Shh, its okay."

But you don't feel okay. For now, you cry on your friend's shoulder hoping the burn in your heart will feel better.

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a/n: It's my first time putting out a written work and nobody told me it would be this fun :D I'm happy to take requests and will try to upload more often!

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