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I Hit It Like It’s All Mine (M)

pairing. Johnny x female reader

genre. best friends step-mom AU, besties johnjae, college graduate Johnny, pwp, M/F

warnings. profanity, infidelity, y/n is older than Johnny, alcohol mentioned, teasing, overstimulation, breeding kink, rough & unprotected sex, degradation/praise. idk ily Johnny.

wc. 10k

now playing. All Mine//Plaza

Week 1

“Oh,” Jaehyun slams down on the brakes, speaking over the rubble of rocks and engine shutting off. “I should probably mention something important about my step-mom.”

Johnny lets out a confused laugh, pushing his sunglasses up to headband the mess speeding down the coast made of his long locks. “Gee, we’ve been flying and driving for how many hours now? Suddenly you decide this important information is something you need to tell me right before I meet her for the first time?”

Jaehyun shrugs, running a hand through his hair full of mucky sea breeze. “Didn’t want you to hound me about this on the way, I know how you are.”

“I know how you are as well, Jeong Jaehyun.”

“When we’re home, I prefer Jeffrey, dude.” His best friend sneers, exiting the convertible he had to beg his dad to let him rent for a few weeks while vacationing at their beach house.

“Sure Jeff, now please, spare me the details and catch me up on this vital info before I have to pretend your dad isn’t a complete dick with an amazing pool and view of the beach for the next three weeks.” Johnny chides, hauling out a surfboard from the backseat.

“Right right, well my step-mom,” Jaehyun feigns a lack of interest, pulling a trucker hat on to tame his unruly hair. “She’s hot, like.. like she’s really really hot.”

Johnny has to laugh, pausing with a crease between his eyebrows. “You dirty fucking pervert.”

Jaehyun gives him a look, lips tugged back in a way he only displays when he wants to be taken serious. “I’m being real right now man, she’s like..”

Scratching at the back of his neck, Jaehyun’s shoulders slouch, shaking his head at his best friend. “Just be careful dude.”

“Jaehyun—Jeffrey, whatever, what the fuck dude?” Johnny’s face furrows, following after his friend to enter through the back of the house. “You think I’m gonna try to fuck your step-mom or some shit?”

Jaehyun spares him an annoyed look, tossing his backpack onto his bed before flopping onto his stomach with a groan. “Yeah, I think you’re going to try and fuck my step-mom.”

“Have some faith in me dude,” Johnny bristles, lugging his belongings into his best friend's summertime bedroom he hasn’t seen in years. “Should let me sleep on the floor still, you know whenever we come back too late. Don’t want your sexy step-mom finding me drunk off my ass in the hallway— I’m irresistible, you know?”

“Yeah, you really had no reason to keep growing past 5’10. Thanks for leaving me behind, good looking out as always.” Jaehyun grumbles, perching his chin onto his forearm uncomfortably as memories flash across the backs of his eyelids. The last time he’d asked his friend to not fuck a girl had been Senior year of high school, and that didn’t end well for him.

Jaehyun’s throat clears, sitting up with the sudden urge to down a gallon of water. “Remember Sabrina? That transfer I had uh— a thing for our last year of high school?”

Johnny snorts, fingering a polaroid of his teenage-self between two digits. “You mean that blonde you had a fat crush on? Yeah, of course I remember her… great legs.”

“I thought so.” Jaehyun sighs, eyeing his best friend with a scheming gaze. “Whatever happens, I just don’t want to find out. Alright?”

“Dude chill,” Johnny rolls his eyes, opening up the walk-in closet he spent a few blurry nights passed out in. “Let’s get a quick swim in before the sun goes down, yeah?”

Jaehyun lets out an exhausted grunt, muffled and distant, burying his face deeper into freshly laundered bedsheets. “Pass.”

“Boo, you whore.” Johnny jeers, stripping down to nothing as he fiddles with different pairs of swim trunks in search of his size. “Have to make the best of every day here.”

Without bothering to waste more time, he shuffles into much too small flip flops to avoid unpacking his belongings. “I’ll be back.” Cracking a beach towel across Jaehyun’s back, Johnny lightly jogs back out the way they entered, sighing in relief as cool thick air flows across his skin.

Something about summers at the beach growing up always brought comfort back when he needed it. Trudging through the sand with a towel slung over his shoulder, Johnny smiled watching his toes get lost in the midst of granules, chalked up by the residue painting it’s way up past his ankles the more he kicked through. His grin only grew wider when he lifted his gaze to peer around the expanse of space still filled with locals, vacationers, bums and best of all— girls sliding their frames down for a better look at him.

Johnny laid out his towel near the water, just close enough to run in and dose himself in salty waves within seconds, but to avoid any possible high-tide crashing beyond his feet. Letting out a loud obnoxious yawn, he stretches out, allowing the sunglasses holding back his hair to fall into place and shield his eyes. It felt nice to lean back, purposely flexing his stomach muscles under the low sunlight and picking up the whispered hush of gasps and girlish vocals asking ‘who is he?’

Scratching under his chin, he glances around casually, tinted shades disclose well enough to admire oiled up bottoms basking in the sun. If all goes right, he should be getting his dick wet at least five times a week while staying out here. That should be a good enough way to melt off the weight of pre-med stress. Johnny’s tongue clicks, reminding himself to stop thinking about school. The future doesn’t matter right now, his decision to spend a large portion of break with Jaehyun boiled down to one thing and one thing only: getting laid.

‘California girls,’ Jaehyun sang, winking at his friend as he coerced him to purchase his flight. ‘They’re unforgettable.’

Johnny scoffs a bit at the memory, internally nodding as he takes in breasts bouncing beneath barely there bikini tops. He has a point, or Katy Perry did, whoever the hell sang that song. Nights fucking under lifeguard towers, running into the ocean butt naked under nothing but moonlight, slurping melted ice cream off dips and crevices sugary sticky syrup should never be. After months bundled up under thick layers and jackets with his face buried in research papers and endless cups of black coffee, he needed this more than ever. Jaehyun could tell, leave it to his best friend to know what's best for him.

Johnny decides it’s time for a quick swim, shoving up and dusting off sand from his backside, he strolls ahead pausing in his tracks when he sees something that catches his attention.

“My board?”

Johnny squints and shakes his head, blinded by sun cascading behind the figure sitting on top of the familiar surfboard. Turning his foot he moves closer for a better look, jaw loosening as the bright shadow diminishes, unveiling skin… tons of skin. His lip curls, noting the letter ‘J’ he etched into the edge of the board when he was 15, his board, not Jaehyun’s.

‘What difference does it make if I use your board or not?’

‘This is my baby, you can’t ride my baby.’ Johnny said, smoothing a wax down the body of wood with a rag. ‘How would you feel if another man was out there riding your girl?’

Jaehyun sneered, kicking sand at his best friend. ‘How many times have I asked you to not ride my girl and you do it anyway?’

‘Fine,’ Johnny scooped out his pocket knife, digging the sharp edge of it into the wood to carve out his initial. ‘This way, everyone knows who she belongs to.’

Jaehyun leaned over watching as the taller smirked proudly, breaking into a boisterous laugh. ‘You idiot, both of our names start with J.’

Johnny watched Jaehyun fall back into the sand clutching his stomach, twisting his mouth to the side because he just branded his baby for no good reason.

‘Ugh, just stay off my board dude!’

“The fuck..” Johnny watches intently as you emerge from the water, obscene droplets of water rolling off your thighs. “Nice board.”

He speaks before registering how close he’s come to stand near you, catching splashes of your hair across his chest as you wring out the sea water. “Thanks.”

Johnny wants to scoff, too caught up in the way you drop his beloved surfboard down by your feet carelessly. He wants to give you attitude, raises his voice at you for handling his baby so poorly, but he can’t, he can’t with his tongue hanging from his mouth like a thirsty dog.

“You’re beautiful.” His mouth feels dry already, swallowing mucky air down as he takes in your form and wonders how you managed to surf his board in that tiny string bikini leaving barely anything to imagine.

“Thanks.”

Again, you sound bored, not even sparing him a glance while throwing your hair around to air dry, and Johnny thinks it’s amusing. More amusing than any of the girl’s lined down the beach desperate for him to approach them instead.

“That board is a little too big for you, don’t you think?” Johnny cocks an eyebrow, head tilted to the side, tongue rimming his bottom lip to add action behind his condescending tone. “Just started surfing yesterday or something?”

“Hah..” finally you look at him, moreso glare at him, an equally snarky expression to match his written across your face. “What makes you think I can’t handle a board this big?”

Johnny pauses, taking in your features from the confidence in your gaze to your unblemished skin and lips that would look perfect struggling around his cock, and he thinks you’d be fun to ruin. Already dreaming of the hundreds of ways he could erase that cockyness from your pretty face. “You don’t really look like you can handle riding one that size.”

Clearing your throat, you bend over, ensuring a perfect view of your bottom perched between lycra cloth squeezing the fleshy meat out enticingly. Lifting the board under your arm with ease and a flip of your hair. “Now why would a little boy like you think you have a damn clue what I can handle?”

Johnny trails by your side, scrunching his eyebrows when you call him a little boy. “I’m 6’1!”

“No shit,” smiling, you brush him off with a wave of your hand. “Now shoo! Go find someone closer to your age to bother.”

“My age??” Johnny guffaws, too immersed in the way you’re dismissing him to even notice the direction you’re headed. “Uh, in case it’s not obvious— we’re definitely like the same age?”

“Doubt it.” Spinning quickly, you nearly knock him off his feet with a fierce hit from the tip of your surfboard. “Now go play with your toys before I call security and tell them you’ve lost your mommy.”

“I’m twenty-seven!” Johnny splutters, telling himself to ignore the coil in his gut lighting up from your threat. “And that’s my board!”

Akin to a petulant child, he reaches to grip around the wooden body to drag it free from your hold. The two of you going back and forth in a match of tug-o-war for no more than a minute between huffs and puffs and shrieks of ‘let go! I’m calling security!’ before the deep shout of his name distracts him enough to abruptly release his hold and send you crashing into the sand flat on your ass.

“Dude! Johnny what the hell!” Jaehyun runs from the front of his dad’s house, jumping over the pebbles lining the pathway of sand leading to the entrance. Hurling into his friend's chest, he knocks the wind out of Johnny and reaches to help you up, blabbering apologetically as the surfboard lays near you unceremoniously.

“Jaehyun?” You ask, latching onto his forearm to stand up and brush sand off your damp backside. “I thought you were coming in later?”

“Huh?” Johnny(ready to pounce on his friend) pauses and looks between the two of you, slowly glancing around in realization that you’ve walked up to his home for the next few weeks.

Jaehyun explains they ended up catching an earlier flight and hit no traffic, apologizing for being forgetful and not informing you ahead of time. “This..”

He points to the tall brunette that followed you home, letting out a disappointed sigh. “This is Johnny.”

“Oh!”

“Yeah,” Jaehyun nods, motioning between the two of you. “And this— is my step-mom.”

“Oh.” Johnny gulps, convincing himself that his cheeks are burning because of the warmth from the sun and not because of embarrassment, no, not because Jaehyun was right.

“See how I was right,” his friend leans in to mumble, patting Johnny on the shoulder. “Sorry if he was already bothering you.”

“Ahh, it’s okay. I think we got off on the wrong foot.” You say, pulling the board back up and tracing the carving. “I assumed this was Jaehyun’s before, my mistake.”

Jaehyun chuckles, nudging into Johnny’s side. “You see how that made no difference.”

“Shut up.” He mumbles under his breath, following the two of you inside, not without wiping off your limbs near the entrance. Quickly pulling on a too big zip up jacket to cover up in front of your new house guests.

“I had your dad’s assistant buy some of your favorites.” You call out, moving to the kitchen for a glass of water. “Fully stocked the fridge with cold brew and those Celsius drinks you like.”

Johnny follows behind, keeping his gaze set on the floor in hopes you’ll forget his lame attempt at flirting just minutes ago. “Don’t know what your friend likes, but we can order food if you guys are hungry?”

Jaehyun shrugs, grabbing two water bottles. “Sounds good, we aren’t picky. Whatever you want to eat we’ll be fine with.”

“Burritos?” You ask between sips of water, flicking to look between the two for approval. Jaehyun nods with a thumbs up, sliding one of the bottles in front of Johnny.

“Sounds yum.”

“Great!” Bouncing onto your toes you place an order on your phone and ask for Jaehyun to keep an ear open for the doorbell. “I’m gonna hop in the shower and rinse off real fast, feel free to get comfortable. The guest rooms all cleaned up and ready for you as well.”

Smiling in Johnny’s direction on your way out of the kitchen, you add a wink, as if to reassure him that you won’t bring up your beach banter again.

Jaehyun waits until he can hear the water running from your bathroom shower, breathily laughing and relaxing back into the chair near his friend's side. “You were trying to fuck her, weren’t you?”

“She had my board.” Johnny says, pretending to care more about scratching off the label on the water bottle melting in his palm.

“And you were trying to fuck her because of that?”

Johnny’s jaw clenches, ripping off the label and crumbling the paper between his fingers. “Just wanted to know why she had my board… She called me a little boy.”

Jaehyun laughs, knowing that must have pushed some buttons. “She’s older than us, not by much but.. surprisingly my dad actually remarried someone older than me.”

Johnny hums, taking a long swig from the bottle to woosh around his tongue. Mouth still dry from embarrassing himself. “So that’s your step-mom.”

“Yup.” Jaehyun’s lips smack, popping as the ‘P’ rolls off his tongue. “By the way, my dad won’t be around, some business deal in Dubai for the next few weeks.. Old bastard didn’t even bother to mention it. He’s already sky-high with his feet kicked up in Emirates first class.”

“So..” Johnny nods, playing with the bottle cap nervously. “It’s just the three of us.”

Jaehyun sighs, crushing up his empty bottle. “Yeah. It’s just the three of us.”

Meeting his best friend’s gaze, a silent exchange of words passes between the two. The small raise in Jaehyun’s eyebrow let Johnny know his thoughts without saying anything.

“I don’t want to know anything.” Jaehyun repeats quietly, getting up at the sound of the doorbell.

Johnny’s lips purse, hunching over onto the counter in thought. Maybe his original summer plans needed a few alterations, tapping the tips of his fingers against the marble counter, he wondered how much talk you were.

One way to find out.

Week 2

Paint fumes spill through the air conditioning vent, penetrating the guest rooms walls much too early to make sense. Johnny sniffs, squinting and groaning as his knuckles drag across his eyelids and he kicks at the sheet covering his lower half. “Fuck is that?”

It hasn’t been the most peaceful week, not quite, his own words of having to make use of each day coming back to bite him in the ass as Jaehyun shouted at him to get ready for another long night of bar hopping and club after club. Johnny realized after the second day of slamming shots that while his 22 year old self would have laughed at him, his present day self was in need of a porcelain bowl to drown his night of fun inside of.

“Ugh, I’m gonna throw up,” he mutters to himself, rolling side to side in bed miserably. The strong scent of paint more acidic than it should be as it mixed with vile poison left in his system from last night.

“That’s because you won’t eat greasy food after drinking dumbass.” Jaehyun says by his bedroom door with shades on inside and a cold brew in hand. “Mr. Healthy would rather suffer and stick to his diet.”

“Ughh.” Johnny fails to chuck a pillow at his friend, mumbling a string of curses.

“I left some medicine and orange juice on the nightstand.” Jaehyun lets him know. “Already ate breakfast, need fresh air, gonna take a stroll down to the pier. You coming?”

Johnny doesn’t bother to grace him with a real response, waving an arm behind to signal for him to go away. The other snorts, mumbling a ‘weak ass’ under his breath before exiting.

Minutes pass before he finally forces himself to crawl off the bed, dragging the sheet wrapped around his hip off as he scatters to collect the anti-nausea pills and cup of pulp-free OJ, that good rich people OJ from Whole Foods, he thinks. Typical Jeong household, nothing but the best.

Johnny slumps against the bed watching the room spin for a minute in an attempt to recall what happened last night.

‘Shots! Shots! Shots!’ Jaehyun kept howling in his ear, slamming wads of fifty dollar bills down on the bar as he ordered another round. ‘Who wants to do body shots!!’

Johnny sighs, having forgotten what a woo woo party girl his best friend could turn into after cracking open a bottle of Tequila. This is Jaehyun’s influence, egging him on with a whispered ‘pussy’ in his ear as he stared at the round of clear vengeful liquid ready to burn his esophagus. “Damn you Jeff.”

Another whiff of paint has chunks rising up his throat, charging up to the nearest bathroom to release the blacked out memories of last night. Johnny splashes his face, rinsing his mouth thoroughly until his teeth slick right off his tongue, shining pearly whites and burning from the amount of mouthwash he gargles to remove the taste. “No more drinking, you’re not 21 anymore.”

Stepping into the hallway, Johnny squints from the smell of paint growing stronger, following the trace of it down the hall to an open door where you bounce about barefoot in a pair of dirtied overalls and what looks like a bikini top. This one less revealing than the others you’ve sported around the house this week.

Johnny did his best to not stare, maybe, he could do better. Even now as he rests against the door frame and follows your every move mixing different paints together, he can’t resist eyeing the dips in your back whenever you shift slightly. He can’t help but imagine how nice his hands could look placed around your carved in waist, gripped between his digits as he holds you down and fucks you until you’re screaming out for him to slow down.

“It’s rude to stare, especially unannounced.” You say without turning to look at him, noting his presence from the sound of light footsteps ending by the door.

“Sorry,” Johnny apologizes, voice coated in heavy drowsiness. “I didn’t know that you paint, I mean..”

“Why would you, right? It’s a hobby,” you explain, stroking a wide brush across a black and grayed canvas. “Mr. Jeong didn’t want me to get bored when he’s away, can’t have a bored housewife.”

“You seem to stay pretty occupied..” Johnny thinks out-loud. If you weren’t stealing his surfboard, you seemed to be running off to some pilates class, or to get your nails done, something about a Erewhon market to grab an overpriced smoothie. Living that Tiktok life according to Jaehyun. “You’ve been painting for a while?”

Johnny enters to look around at what he assumes are completed canvases perched against a wall to dry by an uncovered window. “You’re pretty good.”

“Thanks.”

Something about the way you seem unimpressed by him and always reply to his flattery in the same monotone uninterested way tickles him more than it should. Johnny can’t even say he’s caught your eyes lingering on him once yet.

“Shouldn’t you be out with Jaehyun?” You ask, following the movements by your side from the corner of your eye. Johnny’s shirtless, of course, barefoot in nothing but the boxers he probably fell asleep in last night.

“We aren’t attached at the hip.” Johnny shrugs, pretending to seem interested in the tubes and cans of paints scattered near your feet. Squatting down, he looks through the ingredients wondering if you should really be in here inhaling this stuff. “Also, I can’t hang the same way I used to. Age is finally catching up to me I guess.”

“You’re a child.” You scowl, turning to look down at his messy head of hair. “Stop speaking as if you’ve lived 50 years on earth.”

“A child??” Johnny shoots up straight, standing tall in all his half-naked glory. “You’re only a few years older than me!”

“I could be your—“

“You could not.” He interrupts, smirking full of arrogance that only a 20-something year old could possess. “You could be Mr. Jeong’s daughter though.”

“Possibly.”

Johnny’s surprised you garner him with a response, expecting his message to go ignored. Of course he’d dropped hints about the age difference between you and your husband, occasionally mentioning how even if he’s home you must not feel a difference. Pushing it further by joking around if the old man can even get it up anymore.

“Is that what you’re into?” Johnny crosses his arms, leaning back on a wall in front of your painting set-up. “Wrinkled and shriveled?”

“Is that the way a pre-med student should be speaking about his future patients?” Clicking your tongue, you return to your work, not wanting to fall for the game Johnny’s been trying to involve you in since arriving.

“I’ll be starting my residency soon.” Johnny corrects you, counting the different tones of paint splatter on your overalls. “This might be one of my last summers to fuck around, you know.. mess up a few last times.”

“Sounds like you’ve been messing up nearly every night.” You smirk, lifting an arched brow at him. The parade of different girls walking in and out of your house hasn’t gone unnoticed despite Jaehyun’s best efforts to be discreet about it, neither has their obnoxiously loud moans and screams while getting plowed in your guest room.

“Not quite the mess up I’ve been dreaming about.” Johnny says confidently, studying the small changes in your expression this up-close. Between you running around to complete your errands and Jaehyun cock-blocking him, he hasn’t had the easiest time to pick up on your mannerisms. Barely able to lock eyes with you long enough to maintain eye contact with the way you nonchalantly carry on avoiding him, make him feel invisible.

“Imagine if your mother knew of these things you dream about.” You say, peering over the canvas to find Johnny’s honey gaze. “You think she would approve of this behavior?”

“Not at all.” Johnny’s quick to say, pushing off the wall. “But she’s not here, is she?”

“Unfortunately.”

Johnny doesn’t fail to notice the second too long you take to look away from his chest, moving to stand by your canvas with his boxers hung low enough to show off the sharp edges of his jutted hip bones, he flexes intentionally, stretching his waist side to side for his stomach muscles to convulse. The way they would convulse when..

“Do you think I’m a bad boy?” He whispers, as if you aren’t home alone, because he knows that secrets should stay quiet.

“I think you are mentally a young boy, a young boy afraid of your last days of youth slipping through your fingers.” You know Johnny feeds off your attention, casually side-swiping him and refocusing on your painting despite his best efforts to show off his great physique.

“Perhaps.” He shrugs, looping a hand around your wrist gently to tug your brush onto the smooth flat planes of his abdominal muscles. “But I want to grow up, I wanna show you what a man I can be.”

Johnny speaks between bated breath, sweeping the deep red paint up and down the indent of definition lining his stomach.

“What makes you think I want to know what a man you can be?” Words feel heavy sliding off your tongue, dipping the paint brush lower into his twitching navel, blood red trickles down rolling past the scrunched waistband of his bottoms.

“Because, you can handle big things.” Johnny retorts, tilting his head to one side. “At least, that’s what you claim, I’ve yet to see it proven myself though.”

“And how exactly am I supposed to prove that to you?” arching back your neck to push your chin forward, you have to look up at Johnny, brushing past his waistband to press the bristles of your mostly dried brush against the bulge that’s formed between his hips.

Johnny’s throat bounces, swallowing behind his pursed lips from the stiff itchy friction pushing through the thin cotton fabric covering his groin. Instinctively canting his hips forward in search of more, he has to resist the urge to look down. Grinding the backs of his teeth together as he watches your face lacking any sign of weakness. “Let me fuck you.”

“Spoken like a true bratty child.” You snicker, trailing the tips of your manicured nails down the side of his twitching abdomen. “I’m a married woman.”

“Means nothing to me,” Johnny lilts, throbbing between his thighs from the rough manner you continue to dig into his crotch. “Besides that, I haven't seen you wear a ring.”

“Ah, and you would know, given all the time you spend staring at me.” You say, digging your freshly done nails into the lines of muscles covered in paint. “You think I’m playing some game with you, don’t you? Such a little boy.”

“Maybe.” Johnny’s throat tightens, swallowing the wad of saliva that’s gathered at the back of his mouth. “I find it hard to believe you seriously married Jihoon.. of all people to waste your youth on.”

“Marriage isn’t as simple as you’re making it.” You whisper, tracing one of his hips with the smooth pads of your fingers. “It’s not a waste if you get something worth it out of it.”

“Hmm,” Johnny blows a long breath out, head drooping to concentrate on the brush jabbing at his hardened size. “I’m not oblivious, I understand that much, but what I also know for a fact is that there is no way Mr. Jeong can fuck you the way you deserve.”

“Deserve?” A smile creeps across your lips at that, pinching the fabric of his ruined boxers between your grip to tug lower and unveil where tanned skin meets lines of paleness protected by his swim trunks. “How exactly do I deserve to be fucked?”

Johnny tips forward, nudging his forehead against yours. “Wanna find out?”

“I’d love to find out.” Tossing the paint brush aside your mouth draws out an ‘Ooo’ feeling up his covered size with a push of your palm against his groin. “I don’t believe that you are going to be the one that shows me.”

“You want it?” Johnny’s tongue feels heavier with each press of your palm against the underside of his length, sucking his plump bottom lip under his teeth to suppress a groan.

“You’re asking me to cheat on my husband?”

“I’m asking you to let me fuck you.” Johnny says falling into a deep vibrato. His patience wears thinner with each teasing touch, a few steps closer is all it takes to press you against a wall, arms lifted above your head to leave you feeling caged in. “If I fuck you once, I promise that I’ll have you begging to be mine.”

“What makes you think I want to be yours?” Clasping your fist around his cock, you squeeze the fabric against his shape, pushing one of your thighs between his. “You’re the one begging to fuck me.”

“That’s what you want?” Johnny’s eyes flutter shut, not even trying to hide how aroused he is as he clamps around your thigh, hips jerking forward to fuck into your palm. “I’ll beg all you want— fuck, I’ll get on my knees. I’ll do anything, whatever you want.. just tell me. Tell me what to do.”

Johnny slumps more, catching a moan on your shoulder as his tongue begins to lick at your skin, sweet skin he could devour right now if you’d just let him. “Please, need to fuck you so bad.”

The back of your head knocks against the wall, stroking faster along his length throbbing thick and hot in your grasp. “Fuck..”

Johnny bites down on your shoulder, jerkily thrusting into your palm with three messy strokes, a broken shout lost behind the bite as his teeth bury in hard enough to break skin.

“Johnny!” Hissing, you reach for his hair, using the dried paint on his stomach to clean off the cum seeping from his boxers onto the back of your hand. “That hurts!”

He apologizes weakly, lapping at the fresh teeth marks left behind. Hot breath panting along your throat as he recovers and comes down. “Sorry… really sorry.”

“Think you can fuck me like I deserve?” You say, twisting chunks of his hair between your digits. “You just came from a few touches, kid.”

“I can..” Johnny’s head hangs shamefully, chewing at the insides of his cheeks feeling embarrassed yet again. “I can..”

“Yeah yeah, you need to go clean off.” shoving at his chest you nod to the door. “Don’t get paint all over my bathroom.”

“That’s seriously never happened to me before..” Johnny whispers, more to himself, rubbing at the back of his neck in disbelief.

“Not surprised.”

“Why?” He squints, taking in the sly smile lifting one of your cheeks.

“Little boys tend to be overzealous.” Patting his cheek, you nod to the door again. “Go.”

Johnny has to bite his tongue to stop himself from begging to fuck you one more time, nodding and bowing as he accepts the loss.

Maybe you were right.

Maybe you had him all figured out, Johnny contemplates, scrubbing the paint from his stomach under the stream of hot water hitting his skin, leaving behind pelts from the boiling temperature he’s set it at. A cold shower would have been for the best, especially now as he lathers up your body wash onto a cloth. The scent that clung to your skin still stuck to the backs of his teeth.

Fuck, I’m an idiot.

He sighs, dropping his head to rest on the shower tiles as his fist wraps the cloth around his length, half mass already just from the intoxicating scent of your steaming around his skull.

You never said no, and that’s enough to shoot dopamine through his veins, jolting his hips up as he turns and fucks faster into his palm; eyeing the red stained water swivel it’s way down the drain.

One way or another, Johnny was set to have his way with you. No married woman jerks off another man besides her husband willingly like that.

Shouting between gritted teeth he watches release mix in with the red, more than determined to paint your insides the same way and make you regret toying with him.

Week 3

‘Headed out to meet the girl from the party last night. Probably won’t be back until late. Stay out of trouble will you?’

Johnny’s eyes squint, rubbing his forehead to will away the nasty lingering sensation of a hangover attempting to ruin his morning. Groaning, he lowers the brightness on his phone screen to give his friends message a thumbs up, that should be enough of a response.

Trouble is the last thing he wants right now, bending over to roll his forehead against the marble kitchen tile, he groans wondering if that party was even worth it.

It wasn’t.

Not really, not when all he could think about while different girls approached him with high hopes of hooking up was the pretty desperate housewife home all alone..

“Johnny?”

Trouble called for him, slowly pushing himself to stand straight and swallow down the breeze of salty beach air entering from the sliding door he’d opened earlier, he wipes at his mouth with the back of his hand; pushing a mess of highlighted brown locks away from his face before forcing a smile to greet you.

“Morning!” His teeth chattered together upon finding your concerned gaze, blinking to disguise the quick scan of your figure covered by nothing but a thin baby pink negligee.

“Morning..” You say softly, slowly tip-toeing closer to the end of the kitchen counter he’s gripping onto to stop himself from keeling over. “You guys must have had fun last night?”

Johnny nods, adding a bored shrug. “Nothing amazing, I was just about to go for a run along the beach. Need some fresh air to blow away the remnants.”

“Are you sure that’s a good idea?” Bumping into his side to examine his face up-close, your tongue clicks, raising your fingers to drag through messy strands of hair masking his eyes. “You look like shit, kid.”

Johnny cuddles into the touch with a low groan, similar to a cat purring and burying its cheek into your palm, the corners of his lips lifting at the nickname. “Thanks, you almost sound like you care about me.”

“Don’t go for a run.” Dragging him to sit at the kitchen counter, you instruct him to stay put. “I’m gonna make you my hangover smoothie, always remedies Jihoon after a night of drinking.”

Johnny’s face immediately dips into a frown, perching his chin onto his palms with sad puppy eyes. “Must you mention him right now?”

Gathering up ingredients to cure your guests current problem, you dryly laugh, beginning to chop up ginger and garlic cloves. “Have you ever heard of this thing called gratitude? You’re living under his roof for free after all.”

“It’s a shame really..” Johnny grumbles, rubbing circles into his temples.

“Hmm? What’s that?”

“That I have no other way to thank him than by fucking his young hot wife.” He grins lazily, sighing between a laugh at the dramatic gasp you let out and your jaw plunging down to the floor. “You’ll have to relay the message for me— you know, if the old man can even handle what I’m going to do to you.”

“God, here I am trying to relieve your pain, and all you can talk about is your stupid horny teenage boy fantasies.” You sneer, tossing the concoction of ingredients you’ve readied into a blender before twisting about the kitchen to grab a cup, cursing under your breath as you reach a top shelf and trigger a pesky kink in your neck.

“Need help?” Johnny’s already on his feet before you can protest and insist he needs to stay put again, pressing to your back to reach overhead and set down the glass before you. He hums, pinching the part of your neck that meets your shoulder. “You pull something?”

Swatting at him, you nod, clenching your eyes shut. “Think I fucked up my neck between this new pilates class and lugging around new appliances for my paint room. Ahh—“

Johnny kneads harder at a knotted muscle between his thick fingers, pressing the heel of his palm in to add pressure. “And Mr. Jeong hasn’t hired you a personal masseuse yet? Someone’s worried about his pretty trophy getting polished off by another man.”

“Ugh..” hunching forward to grip on the counter you gasp between trying to keep your breath calm. “That hurts!”

“Yeah, I bet it does.” Johnny moves your hair aside, pressing his nose closer to inhale the scent of your shampoo still clinging to your scalp. “Do you always smell this good first thing in the morning?”

“I don’t know..” answering mindlessly under his weighty palms, you let out an embarrassingly satisfied groan, pushing your hips back to get comfortable with your elbows on the counter. A choked sigh emits from behind you using the opportunity to press closer and lock his hips to your barely covered backside.

“That was too easy,” Johnny snickers, rocking his girth between the dip that's formed on your bottom. “Mrs. Jeong, what would your husband think??”

“Ugh.. you little..” between staggered breaths you curse him, reaching back to push at his abdomen only for Johnny to tether your wrists together with one hand, his other unwilling to release the back of your neck.

“Little?” Johnny says brazenly, pushing roughly against your lower half, the toes of his sneakers knocking your ankles apart until you spread eagle over the counter for him. “Say that again?”

Another powerful cant of his hips has you gasping, struggling to release from his unyielding grip. “Fuck..”

“What was that Mrs. Jeong?” Johnny tsks, throwing a twist between his eyebrows to display the foul act. “What would your husband say? Acting like such a slut for his damn near second son? Have some shame.”

“Johnny!” Between gasping you manage to pinch at his hand and free one of your wrists. “Jaehyun could walk in at any moment!”

“Don’t worry your pretty head off about him,” Johnny sucks in his lower lip, maneuvering his hips back enough to view the stain that’s formed on your pathetic excuse for sleepwear. “Would you look at that?”

“Stop! Don’t look!” You almost believe your pleads, knocking against the cabinets before your legs when the cool blow of air conditioning shivers up your bottom as Johnny leisurely gathers the fabric of your negligée with one fist.

“Soaked right through your underwear sweetheart. Tell me to stop, tell me this isn’t because of me.” Johnny says heatedly, wedging your underwear higher with his other hand, the fabric bubbles with more wetness as he tugs it between your folds, kissing the backs of his teeth. “So fucking wet.”

“You c-can’t..” you gasp, bouncing against the burning pressure Johnny’s created down your center.

“That’s cute..” He chuckles, grinding together the backs of his teeth from the way your ass jiggles, just begging to clap back against him the more you shake at your knees. “Who’s going to stop me baby?”

“Ja-Jaehyun, he—“

“Jaehyun doesn’t give a fuck.” Johnny interrupts your sad excuse to make him stop, sliding one of his digits up your thigh to collect a dollop of wetness that's begun to trickle down past mid-thigh. “Your husband can’t do shit either. So bold and moronic to leave his pretty little slut of a housewife home alone, allow you to prance up and down the beach showing off your perfect tits, fat peachy ass.”

“He-he could..” You gulp, losing train of thought when he slaps at your butt, a large palm cupping the pert round of your ass hard enough to leave prints behind to catch sight of in a mirror the next day. “..wa—walk in.”

“Shut up about Jaehyun,” Johnny spits, delivering a rougher slap to your ass. “Suddenly you want to act like step-mom of the year? You knew what you were doing, we all know what you want.”

“Please..” You whimper, reeling from the sting of pain shooting to the back of your thigh.

“You know what could cure my hangover better than a smoothie?” Johnny asks, ripping your soaked underwear down to the tops of your thighs and cursing under his breath at the full visual of your glossy cunt. “Your tight pretty pussy.”

“Ugh!” Groaning, you scratch at the surface of the counter, slipping further and further away from your sanity; the last of it exiting your body at the first brush of his length between your folds. “Johnny!”

The shrieked scream of his name has him bending over, pressing the full amount of his weight onto your back to smash your breast on the cold surface. “What was that?” He grabs your chin, forcing your head to turn to the side and plant your cheek on the counter. “Speak up, tell me to stop.”

“Please..”

Johnny’s tongue clicks, wrapping a fist around the base of his girth to control swiping the tip between your folds. Teasing you with the occasional press of his cockhead against your pulsating hole. “Please stop Johnny, I’m an honest married woman.” He mocks, pouting and pulling your bottom lips open, your heavy breath leaving a cloud of moisture along the marble.

“Please..”

Johnny sneers, twisting your neck to a more pained angle to refocus your eyes on him. “Please spit in my mouth, treat me like a nasty cock slut, fuck me like a whore with your big cock.”

He nods your chin up and down, pupils blown wide as he dips the tip of his cock inside your entrance. The rim of it snapping like a rubber band around his bulbous size as he draws away. “Slutty fuck hole has more to say than you? Fine.”

Keeping your lips propped open with his fingers dug into your cheeks, Johnny gathers up saliva, lapping it from corner to corner inside his mouth. His plump lips purse together to pour it out slowly, a thick wad of it stretching out to land on your tongue with whimpered cries following behind. The act pushes tears from your eyes in disbelief.

Jaehyun’s father would never spit in your mouth, let alone call you any type of degrading names. As if able to read your mind, he snaps you out of it by jerking your head around, landing soft slaps on your cheek. “Swallow.”

Johnny waits until your throat bounces, evidently sucking down his spit and smiles as you gaze back with large watery half-dazed eyes. “What do you say?”

His thumb smears your lips, shoving the fat of your lower lip side to side with a glint in his eye. “Thank You..” You say, almost timidly, shivering at the thought of giving him the wrong answer.

“That’s right.”

“I shouldn’t..” You say nervously between inhaling, thighs wobbling in anticipation of knowing what comes next.

“You shouldn’t? Or you don’t want to?” Johnny cocks an eyebrow, eyes half-lid as he watches thoughts run rampant behind your gaze.

“Want to..”

Johnny licks his lips, alternating to cup your pussy from the back and slot his palm against your entrance cruelly, the tips of his calloused fingers pressing down on your clit. Cock landing in rapid slaps on your ass leaving a mess of your wet arousal with each hit. “You hear that? So fucking wet for me sweetheart. Here I thought only a real man could turn you on this much.”

Johnny leans back down again, capturing your lips and the moan you let out as two fingers push past the heat of your entrance. The sound of wetness echoes throughout the kitchen, obscene and loud, sprouting out onto his palm like a broken faucet. “Love how I play with your pretty pussy don’t you baby?”

He licks between the seam of your lips, demanding to be let in with a firm push of his tongue. Easily dominated by his larger mouth finding control as you gasp out a moan, scissoring apart his fingers to stretch you open. He bites at your upper lip, pulling the fleshy meat between his as he shifts to hover over you and lick the swell that's begun to form from his bite. “So tight, knew that your husband couldn’t possibly be making use of your perfect pussy.”

Johnny grunts, shoving a third finger inside of you to push against the inside of your velvety dripping walls. “God, how am I supposed to fit in here?” Raising his voice over the sound of your slippery wet cunt, he grins, forcing a fourth finger inside of you and working into a speedy pump. “Your useless husband should thank me, finally someone to satisfy his pretty little trophy wife, make use of her young tight body. Ruin you for any other man.”

Shifting to grab the back of your neck in a chokehold, Johnny keeps your upper half held down flat on the counter, working his other arm to a rapid pace that has you shouting. Tip-toeing off the ground from the throttle of his fingers, pushing the coil in your gut to constrict your insides and spill over the tears you’d been holding in. A slew of pleading and curses spilling out between the sound of creamy wetness hitting his forearm and hips.

“That’s it, opening up so fucking nice for me pretty.” Johnny pulls out abruptly, mouth desperate for a taste. Having to wipe his hand off on his shorts just to get a proper grip on your ass. He falls to his knees quickly, pulling your buttcheeks apart to drag his tongue from clit to your wrinkled hole, missing your dripping entrance just to hear you suffer. Squirming and quaking under the fierce hold he grips you in.

He bites down on the swell of your ass, groaning between sucking at the fleshy meat, fingers pressing in harder to fully display where you leak for him. The complete visual of you so obscene, clenching around nothing with your fingers buried in your mouth to contain your cries. “Fuck. So fucking tiny..”

He prods at your entrance, circling the stubby tips of his nails against it to watch another tremor of anguish roll up your thighs. “Tell me baby..”

Johnny glides two digits back inside, having to tuck his lip in to lower the growl in his chest. “Want me to fuck you?”

His tongue curls up, tracing the outline of your hole squeezing his fingers, swirling around your clenched rim that taunts him with the idea of fucking your ass until you’re pitifully groveling. Sulking and begging for him to slow down, go harder, fuck my ass until I break.

“Not…n-not right..” you whimper in spite of your desire screaming out otherwise from every direction. Fighting back the orgasm his fingers are plowing out of you, curling up where you need and pressing with a hard wiggle until your ass jiggles against his face. Tightening around his fingers too much as you hit release, having to stop his ministrations from the grip. “please..I’m married.”

“That makes one of us.” Johnny sighs, popping his fingers free to glide against his tongue. Eyes rolling to the back of his skull, dizzy just from the taste of your hitting his tonsils. “Only one of us has to care.”

Pushing up off his knees, he loops around your waist from behind, chin perched on your shoulder to lick at the shell of your ear, whispering close enough for your eardrums to vibrate. “And it’s not me.”

Hauling away from the counter, Johnny directs you toward the living room with his knees banging into the backs of yours. Protests falling silent as he spins you to face him and cups your cheeks with damp palms. “No one has to know.”

Not allowing you more time to think, his mouth crashes down on yours to stop the next thing you can say to convince yourself that this is wrong. If it’s so wrong, then why do you like it so much?

Johnny doesn’t have to ask you, he knows you’d put up a fight if you really cared. Knows you’d yell at him and push him off instead of lifting your arms above your head for him to strip you free of your nightgown, freely exposing your bare breasts for him to grab and massage, pinching your already hardened nipples as he sucks on your tongue.

“This is what you needed all along, someone to put you in your place.” Johnny’s lips lower to your chest, wrapping his mouth around your nipple to suck on, pulling it between his teeth as his hands cup your ass. Bending at his knee to lift you off your feet, he turns effortlessly, laying you down on the couch you’ve spent many nights with your husband watching movies; more nights alone scrolling through your phone burning through his credit cards.

“Told you I’d fuck you how you deserve baby.” Johnny says, wishing you hadn't insisted on acting so resilient. Now he’d have to make use of the next few days to fuck you morning and night until you have to beg him to carry you, legs too worn out. Leave your cunt raw and used, not like Mr. Jeong would even fathom the idea of his son's best friend since childhood doing something this low to him, not Johnny, the alleged ‘good influence’ on his son.

“Gonna be good for me? Take it like you deserve?” Johnny kicks off his running shoes, easily shoving aside the throb in his skull in favor of devouring you. Pushing his shorts off in one sweep, he positions between your thighs as if his life depends on it. As if you’ll suddenly wake from your spacey horny daze and slap him across the face.

Gripping your chin, he forces your glossy eyes back on his face, sharp features more shadowed from the light streaks of sunlight entering the mostly dimmed room. He’s straight out of a wet dream above you, hair tousled, sweeping down above his strong eyebrows and hooded eyes. Lips swollen fat from the assault delivered to your mouth, and a body you can only squeeze your eyes shut tightly to imagine on top of you while your husband sloppily thrusts and cums too fast.

“Want you.. want you to fuck me.” You drawl, ready to wail as you clutch at his waist. The dips of muscle melting beneath your palms. “Please.. fuck me like I deserve.”

Johnny’s nearly mortified by how red the engorged head of his length looks, stroking up the base as if he needs any help to fully harden, aching between his thighs where his balls sit heavy; dying to release load after load inside of you.

“I know, pretty baby.” Johnny has to take a deep breath, pushing at the back of one of your thighs to swipe between your creamy coated folds, biting down on the tip of his tongue as you tremble in his hold and let out a wet pleading sob to get fucked.

He struggles to slide inside despite how wet you are, mentally and physically cursing, sucking at the drool ready to pour from the corners of his lips. He has to shut his eyes to not cum already, the image of your perfect pussy taking his cock finally feels overwhelming, it’s too much, a culmination of his every thought since the moment he saw you sat on his board with your thighs spread open. He knew he had to have you.

“Fuck, you feel so perfect.” Johnny hisses when he bottoms out, his heavy sack smacking at your rim as he lodges himself in place. Head swirling as you clench up around him and let out the prettiest moans he’s ever heard.

“Big… s’big..” more tears brim your eyes, tugging your lip between your teeth to not wail as a batch of salty wetness rolls down past your lips and pools at your neck.

“Just for you.” Johnny tries out an experimental roll of his hips, stomach sucking in rapid convulsions from how deep inside of you he’s reaching. Unable to even bring himself to take in the hint of bulge protruding on your mound. “Need to get fucked stupid so bad, don’t you sweetheart?”

He can’t wait anymore, patience out the window as he draws back to the tip and rams forward, earning an ear shattering shout from the confines of your chest. He grips onto your thigh, hoisting it around his hip for better leverage as his other hand stays splayed on the back of your knee, pushing your flexibility to its limits with each thrust.

Johnny can see your breasts rise and fall between labored breaths, the rapid motion forcing your tits to bounce delectably, leaving his mouth no choice but to capture your nipple between his teeth and bite.

The drag of his cock feels heavy, near painful from after already cumming. It hurts in a good way, in a way you’d begun to forget. Lost to the torturous slam of his cock spacing out your insides, as if to claim your cunt for no one other than himself.

“Not gonna last much longer,” Johnny says between raspy short breaths. Pistoning into you roughly, nearly inaudible above the booming sound of skin slapping skin. “You’re just too fucking good.”

“You.. you have to..” struggling to breathe too, you can hardly form your thoughts coherently, fucked into another dimension as Johnny keeps going. Cock plunging in and out of you faster, faster than your husband’s ever been capable of.

“No.” He grits, planting his palm against the back of your knee to keep you held in place; not that you have anywhere to go.

“Johnny.. have to..” You start to say again, another orgasm threatening to silence you when he slams in at another angle. Shocking you with the press of two fingers on your clit, working the stiff little bundle of nerves expertly. The relentless pace he fucks into you with never faltering, hip bones smack against your pelvis with a sharp clap. “P-pull out.. can’t.”

“No.” Johnny repeats, sinking in impossibly deep. Delirious as you think the length of his size reaches what feels like the back of your throat. The constant reminder that you haven’t been fucked this good in years echoes at the back of your mind. Perhaps you’d never been fucked this good, definitely not since before the days you found yourself sat across from Jeong Jihoon interviewing to be his secretary fresh out of university. The thought that he’d end up asking you to marry him after a year of fooling around never once crossed your mind. The thought that you’d crave for another man to disrespect you in your happy home, cheat on the man you allegedly love; the man you married for an easy life, never once had occurred to you.

“You’re mine now, don’t fucking tell me what to do.” Johnny rages, bending closer to hover his face above yours. “You make your husband pull out?”

Johnny jaw locks, flexing at the sides where his cheeks start to hollow. His muscles tight and corded from staving off the release he so desperately wants to fill you with, release he wants to keep you full of, watch it swallowed up ensuring you have a piece of him inside of you forever.

“Johnny..” You whimper, pushing a palm against his chest as fresh tears line the rims of your eyes. “S’too much.. can’t anymore.”

“Liar.” Johnny can feel moisture itching at the backs of his eyes, ready to tear up himself from the way your tits bounce with every brutal jostle of your bodies colliding together. “What happened to handling big things, huh?”

A wash of pride puffs out his chest, dipping at his waist as he drives every inch of his length inside, the stretch hurting more now as he barrels another orgasm out of you, much weak this time, still gushing enough clear liquid out to drip down past his balls.

“Fuck, you’re such a mess for me.” Johnny can feel his long overdue orgasm building to its breaking point. Choking on his saliva as he focuses on where the two of you connect, cock drenched with the glisten of your never ending release. “Look so pretty when you’re getting fucking ruined.”

“Joh-johnn—“ You try to speak, digging your nails into his chest, may as well be babbling in another language for all he cares. “Too big for me, too m-much.. please..”

His hips finally come to a stand still, groaning from the depths of his chest in a guttural tone. Johnny should be ashamed of the whined shout that breaks out of him, fucking into you with three rapid fire thrusts that send him over the edge. Pushed hard enough to lurch him forward, boneless as he plants on top of you and punches the air from your chest with his, the hold on your thighs weakened, flopping your legs around his sides numbly as his cock throbs against your insides. The tip of it painting your cervix with spurt after spurt of thick white ropes.

Johnny’s not sure he’s ever cum this hard before, the sensation rattles up his spine, buried balls deep as he trembles and falls apart. The amount of release is too much, pouring out around his thick size to drip it’s way down between his inner thighs; sticky and hot where it glues his skin together with each slight circle of his hips. “Fuckfuckfuck..”

Between his eyelashes fluttering, Johnny watches your chest heave, mind continuing to spiral from your release. He thinks you’re the prettiest woman he’s ever seen, especially fucked full of him, euphorically blissed out at his hands. He knew you’d be even prettier after ruining you, stripping you down to submit for him.

Mine. Should be mine. Fucked like you’re all mine.

Drawing back from between your legs as slowly as possible, Johnny admires how wrecked your core appears, twitching around his size as each inch glides free. It’d be a shame to waste all this cum, if not for how debauched and pretty your cunt looked like this. Covered in release that you took out of him. Mine. Mine. All mine.

“So.. Mrs. Jeong..” Johnny falls to your side, huffing as he lands.

“Ugh.” Smacking his chest, you roll your eyes. “Stop calling me that.”

Johnny licks up your neck, biting down on your jaw until you let out a pained squeak. “I’ll have to come back next summer, don’t you think?”

His pouty lips litter kisses higher, tugging your earlobe between his teeth with a light teasing bite. “Maybe even Christmas, Thanksgiving? Hmm, I know how busy your husband can get.”

“What would my husband think? Suddenly his son's friend has decided to hang around every holiday?”

“Best friend, you know Mr. Jeong says I'm always welcome. A polite and intelligent young man such as myself.” Johnny informs, lapping at your ear between words. “He really thinks of me as his own son.”

“My husband’s a very cunning man..” You retort, twisting your neck to face him. “He managed to make me his, you know.”

Johnny’s eyes flicker over your face, the regular pace your chest rises and falls at again, thumbing at your bottom lip. “He’s smart.”

“Really smart..”

“I’m smarter.” Johnny says confidently, pushing the tip of his thumb past your lips. “And I always get what I want.”

Always get what’s mine.

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honeymoon avenue

pairing; jaehyun x (f) reader

genre/warnings; smut, a pinch of angst, fluff, stuck in an elevator with your ex-fiancé, exes to lovers, unprotected sex, oral (f receiving), very fast-paced story

summary; A year ago, wedding bells were ringing and you were screaming, “Yes!” at the top of your lungs. Last Christmas, you were supposed to be wed under a mistletoe. This Christmas, company finds you in the form of your ex-fiancé that broke off your engagement after you’re both inconveniently trapped in an elevator.

wc; 12.3k (complete opposite of a slow burn)

playlist; honeymoon avenue by ariana grande, my everything by ariana grande, undo (back to my heart) by tinashe, ice queen by baekhyun

a/n; ‘tis the season! decided to try something a little new. this was definitely a challenge for me, but it was fun regardless. merry christmas! see this as a little gift from me <3 as always, feedback is appreciated!

Last year around this time, you had arranged to be wed. You recalled restlessly counting down the days until your lover would meet his lips to yours in front of all of your friends and family once granted the greenlight to kiss the bride.

You had everything planned down to a “T.” The banquet hall would be emerald and burgundy. There would be an arch above you where a mistletoe would hang. The wedding cake would have Jaehyun’s surname. And everyone’s attire would be formal, though seasonal.

It was supposed to be the best day of your life.

A winter wonderland wedding seemed like an apt choice for you. You were so, so cold, but there was still an air of warmth to you. Now, your heart was unthawed.

This Christmas - much like the last - you would be alone.

It stung knowing you would be lonely for the second Christmas in a row and there was nobody at fault but yourself. You were miffed at your own behavior, but gave yourself no time to dwell on the past, doing what you knew how to do best - work until your brain went numb.

There was plenty on the roster today. A corporate meeting, phone calls to answer, and reports that wouldn’t type themselves. And that was to be brief. Speaking of which, you needed to brief employees about new protocols.

“Come on, come on, come on,” you chanted impatiently to yourself, tapping your foot against the floor. The elevators in your apartment were running later than usual today.

You heaved a breath of relief when the doors chimed open. Out went a group of people and in went you. Maneuvering your body to press the first floor button, you came to a halt when you noticed it was already selected and gleaming.

That was when you finally noticed the man in the elevator - the only other person there with you - glancing down at his phone. You leaned against the railing and shifted your attention to the door nonchalantly, writing off the stranger as the very least of your concerns. Getting to work on time was paramount.

As it always was.

Morning traffic is going to be brutal, you thought with a grimace. Every thought in your head revolved around work and how long it would take you to get there.

It would seem you would have no time for your morning coffee run. You remembered those times when you’d stay the night at Jaehyun’s, waking to a hot cup of coffee that he’d made just the way you liked it waiting for you.

Four words would permanently be etched into your memory. Have a good life.

With some disdain, you bade the thought retreat. Jaehyun was no longer a part of your life and you doubted he would want to be ever again. Not that you blamed him. It was your punishment alone.

The elevator gave a jolt and you gripped the elevator for dear life, screeching, “What the…?”

The floor indicator donned the number one in a big, bold shade of red, though ironically, the door gave not an inch. Which was odd. You pressed the button that ostensibly opened the door in these types of situations, but to no avail.

“Are we stuck?”

Your head snapped behind you and you nearly broke into a cold sweat when you noticed that the man lone in the elevator with you was no other than your ex-fiancé.

Living in the same apartment complex as the man you were once fated to marry was no easy feat, but the multiple years of seeing each other made it simpler to avoid him. For one, you knew one another’s routines and thus what time to be out the door either before or after the other.

That said, you had seen Jaehyun a couple of weeks ago, but the last time you’d spoken was when he returned all of your things from his apartment. Have a good life. Those were the last words he’d exchanged with you.

That had been approximately a year ago, a couple of weeks before Christmas and the day you were supposed to say, “I do.”

“Appears that way,” you replied, clearing your throat.

Jaehyun had his phone in his pockets now. You held your breath as you gave him a once-over. He was still handsome as ever, though that was to be expected. As far as you were concerned, he looked more or less the same as the last time you’d spoken, only his hair was a little lengthier. He still looked rather displeased to see you.

And he was wearing a suit. Which meant he was most likely also trying to go to work.

You frowned. Now you were thinking about Jaehyun in suits. Needless to say, that was a sore spot.

A voice came over a speaker and you recognized it as Yangyang’s, one of the apartment staff. He spoke like he was reading from a textbook, “Passengers, do not be alarmed. Our technical team will be arriving shortly to repair the service. We apologize for the inconvenience.”

You mused aloud, “Can he hear us?”

“Loud and clear,” Yangyang chirped.

“How long will it be before someone can help us?” you asked, never keen on being late.

“I can’t say, ma’am. Anywhere from fifteen minutes and a couple of hours.”

You interjected to screech, “A couple of hours?”

Jaehyun clamped a soothing palm on your shoulder to calm you down. It was almost embarrassing how effortlessly his touch could ease you even a year after he broke off your engagement.

Yangyang explained in his usual exuberant tone, “The weather and usual early traffic may cause a delay, ma’am. They will be arriving as swiftly as possible and servicing is already underway by our maintenance staff.”

“Thank you, Yangyang,” Jaehyun said, smoothing his palm down your back.

“Have a nice day, Mr. Jung. You too, ma’am.”

You heaved a breath. “So, it looks like we’re going to be here a while.”

“Hopefully not that long,” Jaehyun said, recouping his hand.

Though it stung, you understood. It went without saying that being trapped in an elevator with the ex that abandoned him was not part of today’s plan. He may have called off the engagement, but you were the one that left him high and dry.

You broke his heart. Not only that, you stole his future. Everything he ever dreamed of, a wife and children, was thrown out the window because of your selfishness.

Jaehyun discerned you would both be stuck together for a while and rather than sit in awkward silence, he asked, “How’s life?”

Darn him. No matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t get the last words he had said to you out of your head. Have a good life.

The breakup was bitter and stone-cold. Jaehyun made a couple of things unmistakably clear with those four words alone. For one, he was cutting you out of his life for good. And he no longer desired to be imprisoned within yours, being punished for no good reason at all.

And you never fought him - never fought to win him over. Maybe because you had already known for some time that your engagement was in danger. It was beyond reclaim. Irrevocably damaged.

Never one to appear weak, you said, “Good. Really good. I was promoted to secretary.”

Jaehyun perked up. You got what you wanted. But did I deserve to be the sacrifice, baby? Was it worth it?

“Still a workaholic, I see.”

You frowned. “Old habits die hard. How have you been?”

“I can’t complain,” Jaehyun said. “I wasn’t promoted or anything, but everything’s been pretty good over here.”

You had no doubts. Jaehyun was an editor and his line of work gave him plenty of leeway. For the most part, he worked from home, though there were instances where he came into the workplace. At least, when you last spoke, that is.

“That’s amazing. I’m happy for you,” you said, willing yourself to smile. A part of you was strangely bitter. It didn’t want to see him happy without you.

Though you no longer followed each other, Jaehyun still popped up on your Instagram homepage every now and then. And perhaps you’d searched his page more times than you cared to admit. Everything about his page was achingly sentimental and reminiscent of your past together.

Pictures of him at museums or bridges at nighttime or parks with his hair whipping through the breeze. Once upon a time, you were the one taking those pictures of him. Now, you wondered who was behind the camera, living the life you’d carelessly given away.

“Thanks,” was all he willed himself to reply.

Your eyes instinctively fell to your watch and your head fell back as you groaned, “God, I’m going to be late for work.”

Jaehyun fought a snort. “You and me both. At least there’s still some good news.”

“Like what?”

“It’s warm in here,” Jaehyun commented lightheartedly.

You chuckled. What a way to relieve the tension. Though Jaehyun never failed to make you laugh with ease. Except for when you broke up. Nothing was funny then.

Those weeks leading to the breakup may have been worse than the day it actually happened altogether. The feeling of knowing something was inevitably bound to happen yet being unable to prevent it was arguably worse than the emptiness you felt when Jaehyun announced he no longer wanted anything to do with you.

Emptiness numbed you to the pain for a couple of days. You couldn’t eat, couldn’t sleep. All you could feel was a bitter, nipping cold enveloping you, eventually splitting you right down the middle.

Jaehyun subtly eyed you as you typed a message to your boss, warning him that you may have been late for work and telling him to proceed without you. Maybe some things never changed. You were still gorgeous, that was for sure. But you were also still married to your work. Ultimately, that would always prove to be your downfall.

It seemed like only yesterday you were his. He was planning to meet you at the altar, itching to sweep you into his arms and kiss you the moment you were pronounced husband and wife.

You had always been a workaholic. At one point, Jaehyun loved it about you. He never thought your relationship would be foredoomed because of it. Devoted and loyal were two terms that described you strongly.

Although, maybe you had been too devoted to the wrong thing.

Your broken engagement was a prime example of what happened when you applied too much pressure to one thing and neglected the other. It was the wretched result of not finding balance.

Everything you ever hoped and dreamed of flashed before your eyes. Once upon a time, you were both making plans to move into a house together. You wanted a pet. And you were thinking about children.

Now, you were all alone. And you had never felt colder.

For some reason, the absurdity of your predicament hit you merely moments after you sent the text message. It just didn’t seem probable to be trapped in an elevator with your ex-fiancé. Much less alone. You threw your head back and whined, “I mean, what are the odds.”

Jaehyun pitched you a confused glance.

You winded a hand through your hair and elaborated, “Us being stuck in the exact same elevator and forcing ourselves to pretend we don’t mind. If I remember correctly, you had no intention of hearing from me again.”

“I think we should spare each other the awkwardness,” Jaehyun replied, donning an impassive expression. And tone.

You bit your lip. Maybe you shouldn’t have said anything. Jaehyun being kind to you should not have been mistaken and was probably more or less because he wanted to avoid as much tension as possible - not because he didn’t hate you.

Jaehyun spoke up again to ask, “How long have we been here?”

You glanced at your phone and read the time. “About fifteen minutes, I guess.”

“So, we’re going to be here for a couple of hours,” Jaehyun quipped, trying to lighten the mood the best way he knew how.

You winced, hoping there was an in between. “Not like I had anything else to do,” you mumbled.

Jaehyun himself wasn’t exactly bummed about missing a day, or at least a couple of hours. Though this was you. He used to joke that hell would freeze over the moment you decided to actually take a day off. “They will survive without you for a while,” he comforted softly.

You scoffed. You were carrying that company on your back. “I’m afraid that’s where you’re wrong. The whole building will be in flames if I’m not there within an hour tops.”

“I’m sure,” Jaehyun scoffed. “I’ve never seen anyone work as hard as you do.”

I have, you thought wistfully. Jaehyun fought harder for your relationship than you ever tried, but enough was enough. He was at his limit, giving more than he was receiving and he couldn’t let you take advantage of him anymore.

Though it was intended to be a compliment, for whatever reason, your heartache was only amplified. You swiftly changed the subject. “So, what are your plans for the holidays?”

He shrugged. “Nothing special. I’m going to spend some time with my family.”

That caught your attention. “You haven’t been seeing anyone?”

Jaehyun only shook his head. He was afraid of opening his mouth and saying something that would make shit awkward again. For all he knew, you two would both be stuck together for potentially the next couple of hours and he did not want to spend it in suffocating silence.

Unfortunately, Jaehyun couldn’t deny that after your engagement was broken off, finding other girls had been hard. They came a dime a dozen, but none of them remained. Even after you were long gone, bits of you lingered, scattered everywhere across his life.

Jaehyun went to bed and thought of nights spent cuddling you to sleep. He visited his favorite cafe and thought of your go-to order. Jaehyun hooked up with other girls and thought of how beautiful you looked writhing underneath him, your voice calling out his name in a cry, dripping with sweet honey.

Though you were forever gone, the memories of you still haunted him everyday. For so long, he had been convinced he was made for you. You were the only woman he ever wanted.

And he couldn’t have you.

Jaehyun commanded the thoughts to go away. You stopped being his long before the breakup. “You?”

“Oh, you know. With my line of work, I just don’t have the time,” you replied bashfully.

That Jaehyun knew all too well. Just a little.

He bobbed his head. “Sounds like you.”

Guilt suddenly plagued your chest. Every second beside him you were reminded of the fact that you were the one who ruined a beautiful thing. You had gotten what you strived for, though in hindsight, the lengths you went to get it were brutal and cold-hearted.

You had sacrificed so much of yourself to get to where you were. And now that you were standing at the top, you could finally see the collateral damage you’d inflicted at the bottom.

There was only a good couple of feet to separate you and Jaehyun. And you absolutely loathed it. There was more distance between you when he uttered those four words permanently etched into your memory, before turning and heading out of your front door.

Jaehyun fancied it no more than you did. Walking away had been hard. He looked back, but never stopped. A year ago, he was convinced that he would have moved on by now. But no matter how far apart you were, his heart was still one of your captives. Not only did he leave a piece of it with you, but the whole damn thing.

He wanted it back. Damn it, he wanted you back. He wanted back every piece of himself he gave you, but above all else, he wanted back what you had. To go back to the way everything was the day he got down on one knee and asked for permission to hold your heart forever.

He remembered it like it was yesterday. Earlier that spring, he took you to a bridge. Not only was it one of your favorite spots in the city, but it was where you both first said I love you.

Maybe that was why. Now, you couldn’t bring yourself to visit it anymore. The memories were too painful.

Just like the first time he took you there, night had fallen. The bridge overlooked a river, moonlight cast into the water. Purple lights made the trail glimmer. But the moon was a little fuller, the air a little cooler.

Not that either of you minded. To be with you, he was content.

You were beaming. Even before he proposed. None of you could stop thinking about the night you first said that you loved each other. But when Jaehyun asked you to marry him underneath the moonlight, you were over the moon.

You were chanting, “Yes!” Jaehyun had to sweep you into his arms and meet his lips to yours to cut you off. A very long time ago, the memory made him smile. Now, it made his heart swell with agony.

His eyes were sad. And understandably a little angry. Even after all these years, you could still read him clear as day. You wondered if he could read you, too. You whispered, “I’m sorry.”

Jaehyun heaved a deep breath. An apology wouldn’t fix his broken heart and saying you were sorry wouldn’t undo the heartache you inflicted on him. It wasn’t okay. He hated you for leaving him lonely. For choosing your job over a future together. He would never forgive you for it. “I never wanted much. I never wanted all of your time. Only a little was all I was asking for.”

“I don’t want to go there with you, Jaehyun,” you said, exhaling a sigh of your own.

All Jaehyun did was shake his head and murmur under his breath, “Classic.”

A part of you bristled. Why Jaehyun always wanted to hash things out with you was a mystery. Fighting was draining and you never had the energy. A long day of work left you with only enough strength to take a long hot shower before crawling into bed.

Not Jaehyun. He would never understand. The pressure to succeed, the struggle to unlearn the definition of success you were taught even before your adolescence.

A year ago, everything was falling apart in your relationship. You were arguing more, spending time together less. Jaehyun was trying to salvage what was left. In his mind, fighting with you was better than not speaking to you at all.

Most of your memories with him were unforgettable, but when they were bad, they were excruciating to think of. You could still remember the last argument before the uncoupling.

December was still fresh and the air was frigid, numbing your senses until you stepped into your warm apartment. Jaehyun was waiting for you there. A smile tugged your lips when you hung your coat and excitedly bounced into the kitchen, smelling hot chocolate.

“Baby, I’m home,” you sang radiantly. At one point, it used to be your favorite line to say. A lifetime of obsessing over movie cliches was to blame.

Jaehyun locked eyes with you and simpered. You looked nothing less than exhausted, though he found it cute on you. “Hey, my love. How was your day?”

You instantly groaned, “I’d rather not talk about it. Or think about it, for that matter.”

“Will a cup of hot cocoa make it better?”

You propped yourself on the island and flirted, “Made by Barista Jaehyun himself? Of course.”

Jaehyun handed you a mug and you accepted it graciously, muttering, “thank you.” He was the sweetest thing you could ask for. Even sweeter than the hot cocoa warming your palms.

That was how the arguments always began. They were sweet, innocent moments - until they weren’t.

Your lover dipped behind the island and returned with a mug of his own, still steaming with freshly hot cocoa. You thought absolutely nothing of it. Not until he opened his mouth. “How does a date night on Friday sound?”

You frowned. “This Friday?”

“Well, yeah,” Jaehyun said, rubbing his nape. “It’s been a while, you know. Since we’ve gone out on a date.”

That was true. Jaehyun always had some extra time to spare. He wanted to spoil and indulge you at every given chance. But you were always busy. Even when you were off the clock, you were still on the clock. And more often than not, you brought work back home with you.

“I’m so busy and so tired, Jay,” you whispered gently. God knew you wanted to, but you didn’t have the time and much less the energy.

“I get that,” Jaehyun started. “But can’t you take even a day off?”

“I’m aiming for a promotion, Jaehyun. I have to prove myself. My boss has been dangling this shit in our faces for the past few months. I can’t let an opportunity like that slip away.”

Jaehyun was rapidly getting frustrated and reminded, “You do realize we’re getting married in a few weeks, right?”

Your eyes flickered. “Yes, I do. And I plan to be there.”

“At the rate you’re going, I wouldn’t be surprised if you stood me up.”

Your heart sank. “How can you say that?”

“How couldn’t I?” Jaehyun snapped, evidently pained. “We’ve been engaged for the past nine months, but it doesn’t feel like I’m about to get married. It feels like I’m losing you because you’re too absorbed in your goddamn job.”

“Are you asking me to choose you over my job?” you asked, standing to your feet. This entire argument was an affront to your pride.

“No. There is no point in giving you an ultimatum when I already know that you will choose your job every time without hesitation - you already do. I’m asking you to make room for me, but I can’t force you to do anything you don’t want to.”

You countered, “I do want you.”

“Do you?” Jaehyun snapped, skeptical. “You can’t even go on a date with me. You want a promotion more than anything else.”

You sighed, “I don’t want to fight, Jay.”

“I know that. You don’t want to fight for anything,” Jaehyun said bitterly. “You would rather watch us burn to ash than fight for us.”

Anger plagued you and you were prepared to hurl something back, but he didn’t give you the chance.

Jaehyun added, “I don’t like the person this job has made you become. I want the woman I proposed to back, and I’m scared she’s not there anymore.”

Your words were cold as ice, “Then, leave.”

And the rest was history.

There was nothing you could say when Jaehyun left you, no fight for you to give. It was you that sent him away. It was you that made him leave. He had only given you what you asked for.

Old habits died hard. The one-year anniversary of both the breakup and the day you were supposed to be married was rapidly approaching and to distract yourself from the pain, you were burying yourself in work. You didn’t want to think about Jaehyun and what you almost had. Not even for a second. And then, today came and ruined everything.

Now, you were being forced to confront the past.

Don’t cry, don’t cry, don’t cry. You’re stronger than this. God, you wanted to be anywhere but here right now. Tears burned your eyes, but you would never let them fall. Not with Jaehyun there. You didn’t want him to see the mess he’d left of you - how miserable you were without him.

You wanted to mend everything back together, but it was too late. Everything was irreparably broken. You had the opportunity to patch things up, and you passed it up. No more time could be wasted crying for the moon.

And still, somewhere deep inside, you knew Jaehyun would steal it for you.

Jaehyun saw your eyes and softened a little. Damn it, they still made him weak. Your tears were made of diamonds and they were priceless. Jaehyun said, “My mother still talks about you, you know. She asks me when we’re going to get back together.”

Your eyes flickered. “That’s… interesting,” you lied. “I thought she would hate me. And be more protective of her baby.” Because I broke your heart.

“You know my mother always loved you,” Jaehyun chuckled fondly. “I don’t think anyone believed in us more than her - not even ourselves.”

Somebody had to, you thought weakly. Though Jachyun was a romantic to his core, even he had to eventually throw in the towel.

Everyone thought you and Jaehyun would be the perfect match. Each of your families were anticipating a beautiful wintry nuptial ceremony on Christmas day. And when news of the uncoupling broke loose, your people weren't exactly shocked, but they were heavily disappointed.

You were clearly the problem. Until you learned how to balance, you would never be happy in love.

Up until now, you were beginning to become content with that fate.

Though now, your heart was greedy.

Jaehyun’s mother crossed your mind. She was the epitome of an angel and the fact that she still wanted you in her son’s life after all the pain you caused him was deafening. But what about what Jaehyun wanted? Does he even still love me?

Every moment spent with his mother had been wonderful. She spoke fondly of him and vice versa and supported him unconditionally. It was true motherly love and it made your chest stiffen, taut with envy. Ever since you were a kid, you only knew pressure. Your parents wanted you to have the life they didn’t when they were your age, but they were very strict in how they went about it.

Tough love was all you received. They didn’t help you through trying times. You were expected to suck it up. You were taught that tears were a sign of vulnerability and vulnerability was weakness.

You fought them back with everything you had and said, “How does she know I wouldn’t mess things up again?”

“I don’t know,” Jaehyun told you, not disputing the fact that you had essentially destroyed everything. It stung, but it was the truth. “She says ‘a mother knows best.’”

Jaehyun watched you struggle to hold yourself together. You were good at pretending to be okay and smiling through your pain, but he was even better at seeing through you. He saw you through a lens that only a man who loved you with his whole mind, body, and soul for years could see. He saw all your weaknesses, all your flaws. But he never judged and he saw something else in them, too. What made you beautiful.

“But what do you want?” It was killing you. For as long as you stood there, you needed to know.

“I wanted you,” Jaehyun replied honestly. “But you wouldn’t let me have you.”

You shook your head. “You had me. Every piece of me - it belonged to you.”

“That’s not how I remember it,” Jaehyun muttered. “You had my heart, but your work had yours.”

“That’s not true.”

Jaehyun was firm. “It is and you know it.”

“I loved you,” you told him softly.

“Well, you sure had a funny way of showing it.”

You gripped the railing to anchor yourself. It didn’t move, but you could feel yourself slipping into weakness. “I don’t know how to stop, Jaehyun. I think it’s a part of me now. It’s hard to stop doing something you’ve done your whole life.”

I don’t like the person this job has made you become. I want the woman I proposed to back, and I’m scared she’s not there anymore.

Maybe he was right. Maybe that woman was long gone.

A cloud of melancholy came over you, pouring over you and Jaehyun. He told you somberly, “I could have helped you if you would have let me in. But you were pushing me away.”

“I know,” you said, meeting his dark eyes. “But I wish I would have known back then. I never realized I was breaking us apart. Not until it was too late. I thought I was doing what was best…”

Jaehyun finished darkly, “You were doing what was best for yourself. Not for us.”

You opened your mouth to defend yourself, but quickly accepted he was right and instead said, “I was wrong. I was selfish. I wasn’t considering how any of it made you feel and that’s a decision I have to live with now.”

“Do you regret it?” I need to know if my broken heart was worthwhile.

Your eyes burned. “Every day of my life.”

“Why?” Jaehyun questioned, voice barely above a whisper. “You got the promotion. Isn’t that what you wanted?”

“I thought it was,” you muttered. Your chest was swelling with self-disgust and agony and anger. Not at Jaehyun, but at yourself. “But when I lost you, I realized that everything I needed was already right there. Until it wasn’t.”

Jaehyun was quiet but pensive. As if he was trying to trace exactly where everything started going wrong.

Even in school, you were devoted. You were the valedictorian of your class. Jaehyun used to steal you away to kiss you behind the bleachers. But you would always be there for his basketball games, cheering him on better than any cheerleader.

High school sweethearts, he thought wistfully. In high school, you won prom king and queen. Everyone thought you would last forever. That only God himself could part you.

How beautiful it was to be young, dumb, and in love.

Jaehyun knew your issues stemmed from your childhood. When you were still in high school, sometimes you had to blow him off to study. He remembered you canceling hangouts because your parents refused to let you out of their house until you studied until you were cross-eyed. Their house, their rules, was the policy.

But he also remembered those nights when he would hear a knock on his bedroom window and smile when he saw you beaming at him through the glass. One December night, you were crazy enough to sneak out during the nipping cold, shivering and rubbing your arms outside his window.

Though it was many years ago, Jaehyun remembered that night clearly. His mother made you hot cocoa and promised not to tattle. She always had a soft spot for you and held some disdain for your parents. She claimed they worked you too hard.

Everything was so perfect back then. He knew what changed, but he couldn’t understand why. You used to make time for him whenever you could. As the pressures of adulthood caught up to you, it all came to a slow, brutal end.

But why?

Then, leave. Those were the two words he would never forget. They were powerful than the I love you’s - more powerful than the I miss you’s. Your clipped, icy tone, would maybe someday be forgiven, but never forgotten.

A stubborn wound was forevermore slashed on his heart waiting for you to heal it.

You were breaking. Every part of you was crashing down. A familiar ache split your heart right down the middle. “I’ll never forgive myself for throwing away the most beautiful thing that has ever happened to me. I didn’t know what I had until it was gone and I can’t tell you enough how sorry I am.”

Your ex-lover was mawkishly nostalgic and sentimental and never said he forgave you, for that would take a while longer, but told you, “I knew I was the second priority in your life after your career. And I was okay with that. Then, it started to feel like I had no place in it at all. I was at the end of my tether, a stranger to the woman I was supposed to marry, and I knew we couldn’t carry on like that, my love.”

My love. That was what Jaehyun always used to call you. Your eyes flickered. “Do you still…?”

“I don’t think I’ll ever completely get over you,” Jaehyun admitted forlornly.

That was when the dam broke. Jaehyun had dismantled you piece by piece and left you vulnerable. You had no strength to fight back the tears rolling down your cheeks.

Jaehyun’s arms, as they always were, were wide open. He pulled you into his warm embrace and let you sob into his chest, smoothing his hand down your back and protecting you from the sharp coldness of your own pain. You were beleaguered to remember the last time you let yourself cry. You let everything pile up until the water pressure became too much.

“Shh. It’s okay. Let it out,” Jaehyun crooned, gently stroking your hair. “You’re not weak.”

There was an ache resurfacing in your body and it was purely unshakable. Your heart was whole, but hollow. Only its pleas to be back with Jaehyun - where it belonged - rang out in the icebound, empty void.

Being in Jaehyun’s arms only made you nostalgic and the pain hit you harder. You thought regretfully of those moments in the past when he would hold you for all to see. And you remembered going to bed and always knowing he was still there, because you would feel his arms still tight around you and smile. Like he wanted to protect you, even while asleep.

You sobbed, “I don’t deserve you.”

Jaehyun gently pushed you back only a little and looked you in your eyes. He wiped your cheeks with his thumb and told you calmly, “You made a mistake. We all do.”

The gesture made you soft and weak. Goddamn it, you were so weak for him. Like your knees would give in any moment now.

“Not like the one I made, though.”

“That’s true,” Jaehyun said. “But do you regret it?”

Your voice wavered, “More than anything.”

“Then, I forgive you.”

You shook your head, not knowing how to accept that. You didn’t deserve forgiveness. You didn’t deserve understanding. But that was the kind of person Jaehyun was.

He deserves someone better than me, you thought somberly. But you wouldn’t know what you would do with yourself if he found that someone.

“You should hate me,” you said softly, voice cracking. “I broke your heart. I broke us.”

Jaehyun shook his head. “You know what my mother always says?”

“It doesn’t only matter if you break something, but if you’re willing to put it back together,” you said, smiling fondly at the memory of his mother. She always treated you like you were her own.

Jaehyun nodded and asked, “Are you willing to put us back together again?”

You mulled it over. There was no doubt that you were willing. Back then, you were too in your head to notice reality. Now, you were blindsided by pain and regret and inclined to do anything to make it stop. “What if I mess up again?”

“Relationships aren’t perfect. People fuck up and people make mistakes. You’re only human,” Jaehyun told you frankly. “I’ll be there to help you clean it up. But don’t let me pull all the weight. We both have to fight together.”

“Okay.” You knew what you wanted now. It wasn’t that job. It wasn’t a promotion. It was the man that had spent half his life loving you, and would still love you for the other half. “I’m willing.”

Jaehyun smiled. A part of him couldn’t fathom how this was happening. The hole in his heart was steadily being sealed. He pulled you back flush against his chest.

The tension in the air seemed to alleviate then. You could finally breathe again. Being in a tight space with the love of your life didn’t feel suffocating anymore, but closer to relief.

You were talking freely again. You missed just being able to have a conversation with Jaehyun, recalling those times when you would discuss anything under the sun. Long nights of talking the moon away knowing full well you had work in the morning hit you. With Jaehyun, the small talk was skipped. You could discuss anything and everything.

There was no worry, no fear. Sometimes, there would be tension, but never the unpleasant kind. Only moments ago, those times seemed like merely a distant memory. Now, there was hope that you had Jaehyun back.

In his arms, you realized that was where you belonged. It was your safe haven in a world filled with danger. Your secrets were safe with Jaehyun and you were free to be vulnerable, because you knew he would never betray you. No matter what happened between you both, whether you were angry or in love, you knew whatever you told each other would forever remain under lock and key.

“Do you remember the arch?” you asked, wistfully recalling what could’ve been. “I wanted a mistletoe up there. For some reason, I couldn’t shake the thought of kissing you underneath it for the first time as your wife.”

Jaehyun chuckled fondly. “I remember. I also remember you wanted John Stamos to marry us because he was your, and I quote, ‘true first love.’”

You nudged his side. “Hey, I would have also accepted Shemar Moore.”

Goddamn it, now Jaehyun was thinking about kissing you. His eyes fell to your pretty lips, still as enticing as they used to be when you were his. Never had he wanted to kiss you so badly. Like it would heal the wounds caused by missing you.

Can I… can I kiss you?” Jaehyun asked.

You said with no hesitation, “You can do whatever you want to me.”

Now that he had your permission, Jaehyun didn’t waste a second to envelop your lips in his. Only then did you realize how much you missed feeling his lips on yours, how much you craved tasting his tongue in your mouth. You had gone so long without, but ironically, he still felt like home. And making out with him felt right as ever.

Jaehyun kissed you so fiercely that he nearly swept you off balance and caught your hips in his arms. Your fingers threaded through his hair, back against the railing. He kissed you to make up with the wasted times he spent with other people. You kissed him to make up for the wasted times you could have spent with each other. To fill the void and patch each other back up.

He taught you what love was. It was letting each other in instead of freezing each other out. It was building something beautiful together and fighting to protect it instead of letting it all fall apart and into ruins.

Kissing you eased Jaehyun’s heart. His pain was forgotten and he was overwhelmed with his undying love for you. He would never get over you, no matter how hard he tried. A love like the one you had would take more than a lifetime to get over you.

The way you immediately clicked, it was like you knew each other in a past life. Even now, his feelings were unabating. In his next life, it would still be you and only you. Always and forever.

You were so besotted with Jaehyun and the way his lips tasted that neither of you noticed the elevator door opening.

Yangyang cleared his throat. “Um, guys?”

Both of you whipped around, more than a little shocked to see the door open with Yangyang standing in the middle to prevent it from closing on you.

Jaehyun looked at you and asked, “How long have we been in here?”

“Approximately two hours,” Yangyang chirped. “You’re free to go now. By free to go, I mean please exit the lift. As you can see, there’s a bit of a line.”

You looked behind Yangyang and saw a couple of people impatiently waiting to travel upstairs. You lowered your head and flushed. Jaehyun laced his fingers through yours and led you outside of the elevator, smiling like a dumbass. He didn’t care who saw. He couldn’t have been any more happy than he was right now.

“Well, we’re free,” he said once you were both in the clear. Then, he frowned. “But we still have work.”

You winced. “And I wasn’t kidding about the place burning down. I really need to be there. I know how that sounds, but I promise I’ll make it up to you later. Do you trust me?”

“Of course,” Jaehyun said, grabbing your wrist and kissing the back of your hand.

Your heart tugged at the gesture. Why’d he have to be so goddamn perfect?

You got on your toes and pressed a brief kiss to his lips, feeling butterflies swimming in your gut. It seemed they had come to visit again. “I’ll see you later, Jaehyun.”

Jaehyun told you goodbye and watched you leave. It hurt a little to see you go, but he knew you would come back to him. You always did, even if it took a year and unlikely circumstances.

When you were gone, he turned around and grabbed his phone out of his pockets. He had to tell his mother that maybe she knew best after all.

Night fell. Jaehyun still hadn’t heard from you although you should have been off from work hours ago. A part of him was worried, but he still trusted that you wouldn’t give in to your old habits. It was Friday night. Maybe you were resting and would see him tomorrow.

Jaehyun went into his living room and played some music. The atmosphere reminded him of you. Holding you in his arms and spinning you around. Everywhere he went, he could still hear your voice and laughter ringing in his hair, like the ghost of you was haunting him.

He shook his head. You drove him mad. He accepted that he would never forget you, much less the way it felt to love you.

The doorbell rang and he could barely hear it over his music. Jaehyun didn’t pause it, but went to open his door and was pleasantly surprised to see you standing there.

“What are you doing?” Jaehyun asked.

“I told you I would make it up to you,” you said, gesturing to the pair of grocery bags in your arms.

It was Jaehyun’s natural instinct to take them out of your hands, and turning, he said, “Hurry up and come in. It’s cold outside.”

You didn’t need to be told twice and followed him immediately, shutting the door behind yourself. It was warm and cozy inside his apartment, as always. You hung your coat on the rack and glanced around, memories hitting you tenfold, square in the heart. Everywhere your eyes fell, you saw figures of you and Jaehyun.

Dancing in the living room. Movie night marathons on the couch. And racing down the hallway with your lips on the other’s and your hands desperately trying to remove each other’s clothes as you messily stumbled into the bedroom for a long night of loving.

“I see you’ve already set the mood,” you joked when you noticed the music playing, watching him set the groceries on the counter.

Jaehyun beamed. “I wasn’t even expecting company.”

“Sorry for showing up unannounced.” You smiled coyly, approaching the kitchen. “I’ll make it up to you. And no, you can’t help, Chef.”

“Please?”

You grabbed a gigantic wooden spoon and pointed at him. “Sit your ass down.”

“Jesus. Alright, then,” Jaehyun said, lifting his arms defensively. Ever stubborn were you. The reminder roused a chuckle from him. “Have it your way then, bossy.”

“I will.”

Jaehyun shook his head, still cheesing like an idiot. You were still iron-willed. That part of you would never change.

You cooked dinner in Jaehyun’s apron and he laughed at how big it was on you. The memories were overwhelming now. It seemed that no matter where you were or what you were doing, his mind would always find a way to remind him of your presence.

But the memories didn’t have to be bitter or painful anymore. He wanted to try again. He wanted a fresh start, a chance to repaint the canvas and a clean slate. As long as you were both determined to make things work, Jaehyun had faith in you and him.

“Dinner was amazing,” Jaehyun complimented, throwing your dirty dishes in the sink to be remembered later. He stepped back over to the island and trapped you in his arms.

You peered up at him, cheeks warming. “Thank you.”

Looking into your pretty eyes, Jaehyun couldn’t resist the temptation to kiss you anymore. You made a noise of surprise when he met his lips to yours, caught completely off-guard, but you kissed him back. It would be fighting your instincts not to.

You closed your eyes and let Jaehyun guide you, trusting he would never lead you astray. When he kissed you, he melted away your icebound surface and got under your skin, peeling you back layer by layer. You liked kissing Jaehyun. Way too much. Even now, you could still recall the first time you made out, hiding behind the bleachers on campus yet gigging loud enough for all to hear.

When it came to each other, you both were like moths to the dangerous flames of love. Love would always unite you again. You couldn’t resist those pretty, twinkling sparks of fire. And you couldn’t get enough of the burn.

Jaehyun was confused when you pulled away, but looked into your eyes again and saw a kind of sadness twinkle in them. Your voice was weak, “Why don’t you hate me?”

“I couldn’t even if I wanted to, baby,” Jaehyun said, finding your hand and squeezing it firmly. “And believe me, I tried. Even if a part of me did hate you, an even bigger part of me will always love you.”

That was all you needed to hear before you were sucking on his tongue again, wet kissing noises tangled in the sound of old school music.

Then, Jaehyun pressed you into the counter, kissing you even rougher. You were riling him up, moaning into his mouth and that noise would never not do it for him. A different kind of fire came over you when you noticed him very impatiently unbuttoning your blouse.

Same old Jaehyun. At heart, he was still the same as the cute boy you fell in love with. You were pleasantly impressed that kissing you alone still got him up.

You broke the kiss again to ask through jagged breath, “Do you think we’re moving too fast?”

“Probably,” Jaehyun replied. Not that he gave a damn. Unless you did, of course. “Do you wanna stop?”

“Jaehyun, I literally have not had sex in over a year. If you don’t fuck my brains out I think I’ll cry.”

Jaehyun chuckled darkly. “That can be arranged.”

You made a noise of surprise when Jaehyun cautiously scooped you into his sturdy arms and lowered you onto the counter. You made out hotly, his hands continuing to quickly unbutton your blouse and yours pulling his shirt above his head.

The sight of his happy trail and toned abs made your core throb. And your mouth water. Your palms involuntarily slicked over them, feeling nothing but hard skin and muscle.

“See something you like?” Jaehyun asked, grinning in the most annoying way possible.

You swallowed the lump in your throat and said, “Still a gym rat, I see.”

Jaehyun bobbed his head. “Yeah. I still hit the gym with Johnny when we have spare time.”

That you knew. Despite the breakup, you and Jaehyun still had a ton of mutual friends, chiefly from high school. You recalled seeing Johnny post one of his gym visits with Jaehyun not too long ago.

And you also vividly remembered the sight of Jaehyun, donning sweats and a blank tank-top. He drove you absolutely feral. His hair was matted to his forehead with sweat and his biceps were flexed, showing off his muscle. You would always be a sucker for a burly man that could snap you in half if he so pleased.

Jaehyun expertly removed your bra and tossed it somewhere to be forgotten. He wanted to see your breasts bounce while he pounded you into oblivion. Your skirt followed, but Jaehyun slid your panties to your ankles at a agonizingly slow pace, all the while smiling like an idiot as you gave a needy and impatient whimper.

“You’re already so wet,” Jaehyun murmured, drawing an invisible pair of lines on your bare cunt with his fingers. “Did you miss me that much?”

You whimpered, “Please, Jay.”

Hearing you call out his name like that was all it took for Jaehyun to lose all sense of self-restraint and he spread your thighs apart with tenderness, burying himself between them. You let out a sharp cry, throwing your head back. Some of your best orgasms were the ones when Jaehyun ate you out until you physically could no longer take it and begged for him to stop.

Jaehyun targeted your clit immediately, a testament to the fact that he knew your body intimately. Your thighs clamped around the sides of his head, unaccustomed to the pressure.

He merely clasped your thighs in his palms and held them freestanding, undeterred as he continued to lap at you like with the hunger only an untamed beast could have.

“Fuck,” was all you could say, curses dangling from your lips. You had been touch-starved for over a year and the familiarity of Jaehyun’s touch was overwhelming in the best way possible.

Despite the fact Jaehyun handled you gently, with love and tenderness and nothing but, he ate you out like an animal.

Jaehyun longed for the taste of you, arousal gathering on his tongue. He loved unraveling you like this. You could never stay still, much less quiet when he was going down on you. The sight of you, head angled back and moaning his name nearly made him cum in his pants.

Your fingers clamped locks of his hair and Jaehyun groaned, somehow spurred on by the gesture. You were making noises left to right, feeling yourself nearing your peak in record time. A year of no sex factoring in a skilled partner would absolutely do that to you.

Your lover learned to recognize you at the threshold of release a very long time ago and briefly parted from your pussy, substituting his mouth with his fingers as he sang, “Just let go for me, baby. It’s okay.”

It was clear that your body had every intention of obeying him. Naturally, it submitted to Jaehyun, with no fear and no reluctance. He knew it and it knew him.

“Oh my God. Jaehyun,” you moaned, thighs twitching. Not wanting to hurt him, you clamped your nails into the counter, eyes closed as the pressure threatened to consume you from head to toe.

Jaehyun talked you through it, whispering, “Do it for me, baby. Just let go.”

Not too much longer, orgasm seized you, rendering you weak and defenseless. You had no strength in your body to fight it even if you wanted to, weakened by his touch. Your toes clenched and you cried his name, fingernails scraping the island roughly enough to damage both your nails and the countertop.

Jaehyun didn’t stop eating you out until you went rigid, chest undulating. You looked a hot mess, heaving for breath and your lips parted, easing the airflow.

“Are you okay?” Jaehyun asked when he moved from between your legs, fighting off a smirk at the sight of you completely disheveled.

“Not until you fuck me,” you rasped, still needy in spite of still trying to catch your breath.

Jaehyun snickered and tugged his pants down, underwear soon giving chase. You positively gawked when you saw his bare, thick dick. It never failed to make your mouth water. And your body tremble with release.

You kept your nails at your sides as Jaehyun lined his cock up at your entrance, gently easing himself past your sheath-like walls. He still clasped his hands at your thighs, brows crumpling with concentration. You were still so goddamn tight, clamping around him with a grip almost vice-like.

“Jay,” you whimpered, hands clenched into fists.

“Shh,” Jaehyun whispered, moving his mouth to the side of your face. There was a catch in your breath when you noticed his lips brushing against your ear, breath tickling your nape. “Open up for me, baby.”

The sensation of being filled completely made you feel nothing short of relief. There was a wet noise when Jaehyun’s hips smacked against your own, the last thrust followed by one even deeper. You tried your best to take all of him, wanting to please him even if it was the last thing you did.

Jaehyun slipped out of his own trance briefly enough to mention, “I didn’t wear a condom.”

“Just pull out,” you said, in no state of mind to give a damn. You liked the feeling of him fucking you nice and raw.

“We’re definitely a pair of idiots.”

You snickered and found his hand, slipping your fingers through his. “You’re my idiot and I’m your idiot. That’s all that matters.”

Jaehyun smiled into the crook of your neck, eventually clamping his teeth there to conceal a moan at your expense.

He lifted his head and drew back to admire the entire view, watching his cock disappear between your legs over and over again borderline obsessively. There was something about you that he would never get tired of. He liked holding you close and loving you hard.

“You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen,” Jaehyun exhaled, voice full of sincerity. And raw pleasure.

You were burning up, withering heat blindsiding you. Jaehyun was making short work of you. It felt like love-making rather than plain old fucking, all things considered. Jaehyun’s gentle, steady pace as he whispered sweet little nothings in your ear, old school romance songs faded out in the background all the while.

All you could focus on was Jaehyun. He was all you could hear, all you could feel. You were driven by the feeling of your walls garroting his size, the sounds of the little groans he couldn’t smother into your skin and his affectionate words urging you closer to climax.

“Don’t hold back, baby,” you sighed, tightening your hold around his hand. It was a tiny, sweet gesture. “Please? I wanna hear you.”

Jaehyun obeyed you because there wasn’t a damn thing on this earth he wouldn’t do for you. You owned him and you knew it.

Jaehyun swore when you clamped around his dick even harder. He watched your breasts bounce, your whole body unstill. Even your hands were scrambling, releasing him and now finding purchase in his back. “I love you,” he sighed, kneading your breasts.

“I love you, too,” you moaned, feeling light as ever. He always took you to another dimension whenever you were together, but especially when he was fucking you within an inch of your life.

I love you, too. Jaehyun was beaming. That was the first time he’d heard you say it in over a year and you had no idea how badly he needed to hear it again now.

Jaehyun marked up your neck, leaving a trail of himself like souvenirs for you to remember in his absence. Your pulse thumped rapidly, your heart on the verge of tearing out of your chest, landing into his palms where it belonged. Now, your heartache was - at long last - soothed.

There were no words to aptly describe your affection towards Jaehyun. Your love for him ran to an inexplicably deep extent with seemingly no end. It was all you could think about while he fucked you, how badly you needed him in your life. How the sensations he made you feel were irreplicable and you were content enough to simply be in his arms.

Your lover never lasted very long when fucking you bare and raw and sensing himself approaching climax, Jaehyun brought his fingers to your clit, already swollen from release. A gasp tore from your throat when he fondled with the sensitive bundle of nerves, trying to facilitate an orgasm out of you.

“Jaehyun,” you whined. You reached for his hand, sensitive.

Jaehyun grabbed your hand with his spare one and slipped his fingers through again for you to squeeze. “It’s okay, my love. I want you to cum,” he said gently, biting your sweet spot.

He was making short work of you. Your climax threatened to ensnare you with a force powerful enough to snap you in half. You needed it. More than anything, you needed it.

You hauled your nails over his back, drawing long, red lines across the naked flesh. Jaehyun hissed darkly, pace quickening and coming even harder. You were driving him mad and vice versa. Your body had never been more confused than it was in that moment, barely willing itself to not writhe away but simultaneously matching his thrusts, wanting to build the pleasure yet somehow escape it all at once.

“I’m coming, I’m coming,” you warned in an impassioned chant, choking on your lack of breath. “I’m…”

Your body quivered, release stealing the rest of your words before you could speak them. You found Jaehyun’s hand again, squeezing it for dear life. The orgasm was so heavy you almost collapsed in on yourself and Jaehyun. You were seeing white, burning red, emitting Jaehyun’s name in a sharp cry.

Jaehyun felt you clenching around his cock with climax and immediately withdrew, knowing he would bust a nut inside you if he stayed a second longer. “Open your mouth,” Jaehyun told you, voice husky, thick with lust.

It was almost enough to break you all over again.

You did as instructed, no hesitation required. Jaehyun fitted his cock inside your mouth, moaning at how warm it was. You took him in, wanting to get him off and taste him dripping down your throat.

When he saw you, cheeks hollowed with his rigid cock in your mouth, Jaehyun nearly came then and there. He fucked your mouth, guttural little praises dangling from his lips.

Your thighs clenched tightly, hot sparks still aflame between. He got you riled up effortlessly, hardly ever needing to try. There was something about him that you were naturally attracted to, an unshakable kind of attraction. You couldn’t fathom why you couldn’t escape him, why your body and heart was seized by your lover.

“So good,” Jaehyun grunted, pace accelerating.

Jaehyun fucked your throat until he came, emptying his balls into your mouth at long last. Eagerly, you swallowed as much as you could, an amalgamation of his release and your saliva dribbling down your chin and onto your naked, heaving breasts.

And the sight positively wrecked him.

“Fuck,” you rasped, still registering what the hell had happened.

Jaehyun’s eyes flashed with alarm. “Did I hurt you?”

“No, it’s just that that’s the best sex I’ve had in a while.”

Jaehyun rolled his eyes and quipped, “That’s the only sex you’ve had in a while.”

“Still the best.”

Jaehyun laughed, eyes crinkling. “Round two?”

“God, yes,” you groaned, still feeling unalloyed pleasure burning between your thighs.

Jaehyun scooped your bare body into his arms again and carried you into his room, pressing the gentlest of kisses to your lips and neck all the while.

You smiled to yourself in the morning when you roused, feeling Jaehyun’s arms still wrapped loosely around your waist.

Everything had shifted then. Though you initially had plans of spending the holidays buried in work, you came to find that Jaehyun’s warm embrace was the greatest gift you could have asked for on Christmas day. There was none of the loneliness and dwelling you dreaded, only making brand new memories with the man you loved with your entire heart, mind and soul.

On Christmas day, you visited his mother’s house where his family had gathered, recognized familiar faces that were surprisingly all too glad to see you again.

When Jaehyun’s mother opened the front door, you greeted bashfully, “Hi, Mrs. Jung.”

“I knew we would meet again,” Mrs. Jung said softly, simpering in a self-satisfied manner. “Come in, dear. You’re always welcome in our home.”

You stepped inside the house, Jaehyun following suit once exchanging a silent, understanding glance with his mother. As always, she was right.

As you glanced around, nostalgia hit you tenfold. Everywhere you looked, there were memories of you and Jaehyun. You could see you both running up the stairs excitedly and Mrs. Jung scolding you about horse-playing indoors. When your eyes fell to the kitchen, you saw yourself joining the Jung’s for dinner, sitting directly beside your lover.

Jaehyun leaned into your ear, given that seasonal music was blaring, and said, “I’m going to have a talk with my brother for a second. Be on your best behavior and don’t try to escape out a window. Old habits die hard.”

You rolled your eyes and playfully shoved him. “Go. I’ll be right here,” you said, heart wrenching softly.

Jaehyun snickered and slithered away.

In his place came someone you were very familiar with.

“Nostalgia?”

You whirled around, instantly recognizing the voice as Taeyong’s, one of Jaehyun’s many, many cousins.

“I made a lot of memories here. I’ll never forget any of it,” you replied honestly. “Long time, no see.”

Taeyong bobbed his head in agreement. “Definitely. I was scared that I’d never see you again.”

“Why is that?” Your curiosity was piqued. You never imagined Jaehyun’s family would anticipate meeting you once more. It was the stark opposite of your expectations.

Taeyong leaned closer like he was telling you someone’s deepest, darkest secret, and whispered, “Between you and I, Jaehyun hasn’t been the same since the breakup. Not a happy camper. You were a part of his life for so long that we were all convinced he would never adjust to living one without you again.”

Visioning a morose, heartbroken Jaehyun made you frown. “I did that.”

“You absolutely did. You broke the poor guy’s heart and made him unbearable. He didn’t deserve that. And I didn’t deserve to have to put up with his insufferable ass,” Taeyong scoffed offhandedly, though you knew his words were lighthearted. “But you fixed it.”

“I guess I did that, too,” you exhaled contentedly, turning your head to spot Jaehyun chatting with his brother. That made you beam. Everything had fallen apart, shattered into pieces, but you were both willing to do the work and put them together.

“He’s himself again,” Taeyong said, following your gaze. “Thank you for giving me my favorite cousin back.”

“I should have never taken him away in the first place.”

Taeyong gave you a playful, half-assed attempt at consoling, “Good people do bad things. We all fuck up. Just maybe not as badly as you.”

You nudged his side.

He continued, turning somewhat sober, “He forgives you. But this won’t work out until you also forgive yourself.”

“You’re so young, but so wise,” you whispered, slightly touched.

Taeyong snickered. “It runs in the family,” he said, patting your back before turning away.

You merely stood there, rooted in place. Taeyong had given you something to muse on you. You realized a part of you was still clinging onto guilt, unable to rationalize your own decisions. You were so convinced that you were undeserving of Jaehyun’s love and courtesy that you had forgotten how to move on from your errors.

It would be a process. But a step a day was better than none at all.

You beamed when you noticed Jaehyun approaching you and he returned it, outstretching his hand and asking, “May I steal a dance?”

“Of course,” you said, taking his hand in yours.

Jaehyun brought you from the foyer to the living room where mainly everybody had gathered to dance, spinning you in his arms as holiday music filled the air.

You swept some free strands of hair from his handsome face, admiring the view only a little higher up than you. Even in a room filled to the hilt with people, Jaehyun and Jaehyun alone was all you could see. Everyone else faded. It was only you and your lover, swaying to the rhythm of a seasonal song.

“This feels like senior prom, but Christmas edition,” Jaehyun quipped.

You snickered delightfully. “I remember when we were announced prom king and queen. I like how nobody was surprised.”

You remembered it like it was yesterday. Jaehyun joined you for the first dance, gently whirling you around in front of several prying eyes, but you didn’t care. To you, the room was as good as empty. They were faceless, nameless people with no contribution or value, no relation to you and your blossoming romance with Jaehyun.

It was an experience you never knew you needed back then. Maybe in that moment, you knew it was fate. That one way or another, Jaehyun was inevitably the one you would grow old and gray-haired with.

Even now, as you stared into his pretty brown eyes, you knew that this was the man you wanted a future with.

Jaehyun glanced up and said, “Look.”

You did as told, smiling fondly as you noticed the mistletoe hanging above your heads. A part of you wondered if it was a coincidence or if he chose this spot deliberately. “I remember kissing you in front of everyone,” Jaehyun added, full of mischief.

You played along and hummed, “I’m not sure if I recall. Care to remind me?”

Jaehyun didn’t waste a second to lock lips with you, tasting hot cocoa on your tongue. You could taste gingerbread on his and the thought made you giggle into his mouth. There was something about it - something about Jaehyun - that made every tiny thing mean a billion times more.

All of the whimsical little things made your heart swell with happiness.

“Yo, chill, you horn dogs. There’s children,” scolded Jaehyun’s other cousin Mark, covering his little cousin’s eyes. His family gave you a headache. Every time you learned them all, it was as if another cousin popped out of thin air.

You and Jaehyun pulled away, snickering. You leaned on your toes, giving his lips one final peck before deciding you’d had your fill.

Days of being Jaehyun’s again turned into some of the happiest months of your life. You were letting go of some of your old habits and setting some past trauma free. There were a handful of grim times, but you both made the effort to repair things before they spiraled out of control.

Excuses had run their course. Jaehyun would ask you on dates and you’d agree more, overworking yourself less. Until now, you never realized that putting some distance between yourself and the stresses of work was what it took to be happier. You had made the earth-shattering mistake of convincing yourself that hard work equated happiness.

The two of you agreed to take things slow, afraid rushing would land you in an achingly familiar predicament, but you couldn’t deny that things had been speeding up. And Jaehyun already knew that it would forever be you.

It was another long, brutal day of work and nothing was out of the ordinary. You were running across the office, balancing direct orders on top of your daily tasks. You needed six skins to have a job like this. Three to balance the roles of multiple people and another three to endure the wear and tear.

Ten, your favorite co-worker, tracked you down and stopped you dead in your tracks to say, “Hey, slow down a second. Someone’s here to see you.”

You did the opposite of slowing down, still walking and as he followed you, said, “Tell them I’m taking a sick day, would you? Thanks, Tennie.”

“I don’t think so,” Ten said, donning an amused look. Which successfully made you pause in confusion. Usually, Ten never hesitated to cover for you. “You’re going to want to hear what this guy has to say. I swear.”

Very reluctantly, you agreed to follow Ten, curiosity piqued as you wondered who in the hell would dare interrupt you in the middle of a swift-paced work day.

Jung Jaehyun. That was who.

You made a face of confusion when you saw him there, smiling at you like an idiot. Confused, you asked, “Jay, you couldn’t text or call?”

“What I’m about to do is a bit difficult to do over the phone,” Jaehyun retorted, admiring your state of obliviousness.

You huffed, “What are you…”

You cut yourself off when you noticed one of the staff hand Jaehyun a tiny box and he proceeded to crouch on one knee. The realization made your heart thud, pulse quickening.

Jaehyun started, “Baby, I’ve been racking my brain trying to think of how to say this. I had to have tried to practice this a million times before I decided to talk to you from my heart.”

Your co-workers all gathered around, and you noticed even your boss observing from the corner of your eyes, but your gaze was locked on Jaehyun and no one but.

Your lover fought his nerves and added, “We met when we were in high school. I remember it like it was yesterday. We were so young, dumb, and drunk off learning what true love was for the first time. We couldn’t resist each other.”

The memories made your heart melt, taut with ecstasy.

“Then, we got older. And things got more complicated, but in spite of that, we never stopped loving each other. Not for a second,” Jaehyun declared, impassioned. “I’ve been in love with you for so long that I can’t imagine my life any other way. No matter what has changed between us.”

Jaehyun was staring you dead in the eyes, watching your face melt with awe. It gave him all the courage he needed.

“You made it so easy to fall in love with you but so hard to fall back out. And I don’t want to. I adore you, my love. Thoughts of you keep me up and night, restless. You make me crazy.”

Your eyes burned, fighting an oncoming threat of tears with every passing word. Jaehyun had swept you off your feet, making you feel emotions you never knew existed.

“I know we’ve been through thick and thin, baby. But we were there for each other. And even when we separated, we found our way right back into each other’s arms,” your lover added.

You wanted to pinch yourself, determine if you were dreaming. Even though Jaehyun had proposed once to you before, you would never get used to the wave of emotion that plagued you, rendering you soft and full of glee.

“I didn’t know what love was until I fell for you. You’re my first love and all these years by your side have only solidified my courage that I want you to be my last. You are the only woman on this earth I can imagine a future with and if it’s not you, then I know there’s nobody else out there for me.”

Ten was smartly grabbing a box of tissues for safe measure.

Jaehyun’s voice got softer, “Let’s try again, my love. Let’s do this one more time - one last time. Will you marry me?”

Now, you had the spotlight. Ten was none too subtly mouthing, “Say ‘yes.’” Everybody was anticipating your reaction and you wondered exactly how long in advance everyone had been in on this little surprise except for you.

There was no hesitation and you practically screamed as you chanted, “Yes!”

Jaehyun, much like the last time he proposed to you, swept you into his arms and kissed you to death, effectively silencing you. The room erupted in cheer. Everybody was glad to get a break from their tedious jobs and witness a moment as beautiful as this one.

The champagne was already popping. Your fiancé whirled you in your arms and you told him affectionately, “I love you.”

“Say it again,” Jaehyun said, incapable of getting enough.

“I love you. I love you, I love you, I love you. I love you so much that I don’t know what to do with myself.”

“Let me love you,” your fiancé said, staring at you like you were the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. And you were. “That’s all you have to do.”

You smiled, pretending to mull it over. “I think I can let that happen.”

Jaehyun was over the moon. There were no words to describe how ecstatic he was. He missed this feeling and he was more than glad that it had returned. “Merry Christmas,” he said playfully.

“Jaehyun, it is literally the end of July. This reminds me of when you wished me Happy Valentines Day after fucking my brains out on your birthday,” you replied, rolling your eyes.

“Still,” your fiancé said, pressing a kiss to the corner of your lips and cheesing at the memory of fucking you raw again. “Marrying you is the best gift I could ever ask for.”

You smiled in agreement. And fought a smirk as you remembered you had your own little surprise for your betrothed, waiting for you at home on the bathroom counter.

Jesus Christ, you were going to need a bigger place to stay.

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like hot summer (l. hs, s. jy)

pairing. heeseung x female reader x jake

genre. summer loving with a broken air conditioner, explicit smut, pwp, they’re all just horny, M/F

warnings. profanity, pervert Heeseung and Jake, jealousy(minimal), masturbation, unprotected sex, oral, degradation/praise, double penetration(both holes), threesome, cum swapping, wet and messy. minors DNI.

wc. 9900

IB. Disturbia(minus the serial killer neighbor)

Stranger Things. All Of Us Are Dead. Squid Game.

Heeseung grumbles, clicking through the list of options on screen. at this rate not sleeping paired with binge watching any popular show available to stream would not play out well with nowhere to go besides upstairs.

the television power cuts off just as he contemplates switching to Hulu to start a new show, settling a wrinkle between his eyebrows and a rising whine from his chest.

“mom! the circuit breakers acting up again!” he bemoans, punching the remote down into a pillow.

“notice how nothing else has turned off.” she scoffs at him, waving a power cord mid-air with a snarky expression.

“mom, what the hell??”

ignoring her son’s complaints, she passes by toward the kitchen, warning him to beware of his language.

“sweetie, make yourself useful and go check the mail, would you?”

Heeseung’s mother lightly smacks the back of his head as she passes by the couch with her cellphone lodged between her shoulder and cheek.

“first week of house arrest and he’s sitting on the couch burning through anything available to stream on Netflix.” she shares with whomever listens on the opposite line.

standing up, Heeseung mutters to himself about how he really should make an effort to avoid hanging out in the living room on her days off.

it’s not as if he enjoys hearing about what a fuck up he is, or his mother recounting the story of the mistake that ruined all of his summer plans.

“drinking and driving without a license, can you believe it? after I dropped a month’s mortgage for him to travel through Europe this summer!” she complains into the phone as he steps outside.

Heeseung sighs, stretching his arms high above until the tips of his fingers graze along the porch’s rooftop. shaking the weight of the bracelet that blinks a glowing green on his ankle before stepping into a pair of sandals.

it's only his first week under house arrest, and the highlight of his day is stepping out to grab the mail.

mail time means time to catch up on the daily duties around the neighborhood. Mrs. Fawn across the street waters her garden, smiling joyfully at the sight of her tulips finally blooming. Mr. Eldridge at the end of the block pulls into his driveway, parking and hauling ass inside while stringing along a young woman who looks nothing like his wife; most likely his secretary.

the bratty boys from two houses down spit jeers as they pass by on their bikes, flipping off Heeseung and laughing while blowing their tongues at him because he can’t step more than 100 feet away from his home.

“sniveling little..” he mutters between clenched teeth, waving them away with a returned middle finger. “you count your lucky days! wait until the end of summer when I get your ass!”

“big talk for a loser who can’t even leave his house!” they high five, pedaling away in a fit of accomplished laughter.

“a loser..” he repeats, toying with the raised flag on the side of the mailbox. a loser, that stings more than he’d like to admit. staring down at his sock clad feet shoved into a pair of sandals, he kisses the backs of his teeth nodding, watching the bracelet around his ankle blink up at him in a taunting manner.

“yeah. I’m a loser.”

before a state of melancholic ‘not young enough to act this dumb anymore, but not old enough to even purchase my own beer’ can settle, the sound of a wooden door ricocheting open distracts him from the oncoming blackhole of thoughts.

a door that hasn’t been opened in weeks, moving trucks occupy the driveway next door’s spaces catching Heeseung’s attention.

new neighbors, he thinks, shifting onto the tips of his toes to sneak a look. no one had lived next door for a few months now. the resident next door had been unoccupied ever since the Jong family moved to a new town. so much for his plans of late night pool dips in their yard now.

nice tv, expensive furniture, too many boxes labeled ‘extremely fragile!’, a man directing movers with a stressed out expression.. the new owner of the house most likely.

and you.

the sight of you hits him harder than a vehicle speeding light years above the speed limit.

the beginning of summer days already has you opting for less clothing, showing more skin than usual since you’re home. moving into your new home meant dripping in sweat. evident by the thick sheen of perspire cascading down your throat.

Heeseung notices the trickles of sweat instantly, following a particular bead down until he lands between your breasts barely contained in a flimsy tank top. driblets of sweat pass like slow motion, opening his mouth slowly in hopes of catching a droplet to moisten his drying throat.

it’s been a long time since he’s seen an attractive girl.

two weeks, 15 days, 7 hours, and 42 minutes to be exact.

since the last day of university when he finally got to experience a so-called ‘rager’. a great end of the year party that ended up with a senior clinging to his arm midway into the festivities. tapping his nose while hiccuping between her drunken compliments, cooing and calling him cute.

cute enough to take home as she threw her keys at him and dragged him out in search of her car parked a few blocks away.

as much as his dick screamed at him to get laid- ‘it’s been weeks! you’re a virgin again at this point!’ that's what the aching throb between his thighs would shout at him if it could; Heeseung couldn’t help but sigh when her glazed over eyes rolled back. drooped in the passenger seat pathetically giggling and burping, groaning that she drank too much.

he sighs, apologizing to his crotch before adjusting himself beneath his belt, as if to say ‘shut it, it’s not happening tonight’.

“you live at the sorority on the other side of campus right?” he asks, not receiving much of an answer beyond a few gurgled words.

Heeseung hadn’t drank much, a couple beers that had gone flat and stale from nursing them more than actually drinking.

but he drank enough to get pulled over and fail a breathalyzer test. completely fucked without a license, that’s how he ended up in court 4 days later attempting to appeal a DUI.

no more coming of age self discovery trip to Europe for the summer. no chance of even hanging out by the pool or beach flirting with girls on vacation. no opportunity to get laid or party, get drunk and high with his friends.

not that Jake’s even home for the month, having headed back to Australia the minute summer hit to visit family.

but as your intrigued gaze meets his, Heeseung can feel the corner of his lip twitch.

maybe this summer wouldn’t be a complete loss afterall.

“you canceled my nintendo subscription?”

“indeed, I did.” Heeseung’s mother snaps, chucking a wad of clothing at his face. “I have an overnight shift at the hospital. it’s time for you to make use of all this free time and clean up around here. I am not your maid.”

laundry, clean up around here, make use of your free time.

everyday had turned into the same speech. no more streaming services, no access to online games, even jerking off had become a task.

“asking me to tidy up is like asking for a preempted disaster.” Heeseung mutters, shoving in a much too large load of clothes to wash that hasn’t been properly separated. what harm would a blue sock do to these white silk dress shirts anyway.

“what’s even the difference between laundry softener and detergent, do I need both?”

worrying his bottom lip while eyeing between Snuggles and Tide feels redundant, drawing a sigh out of his chest while ultimately deciding to pour in both.

‘today’s episode of the exciting adventures of a stay-at-home son..’ he thinks, stepping out of the laundry room while shaking his ankle. itchy and annoying, nothing but a nuisance this thing had become.

even the taste of food had lost it’s usual momentary serotonin high, bland and dry on his tongue as he munched on a bag of chips. stale, much like the air floating around him running from different vents throughout the house with a lack of chill.

Heeseung furrows his eyebrows, reaching high above near a vent without much struggle. dry gusts of air tickles between his digits missing the familiar cool breeze that should reach past his skin to satiate overbearing warmth deep within his muscle.

“there’s no way..”

sad realization that the air’s been set at 68 degrees to keep house chilly from floor to ceiling settles in. the fucking air conditioning wasn’t working, height of summer and no type of indoor peace from the unbearable heat burning down onto the cement pavement surrounded outside.

“my mom wouldn’t skip paying the bill just to punish me more right?!” Heeseung speaks to himself, pacing before the controller screen in disbelief. “no.. that has to be punishable by law somewhere around the world.”

“God, fuck me.” he grunts, finding himself seated by an open window that conveniently faces your bedroom from across the way. “yeah.. fuck me..”

he wonders if this is the lowest low of desperation one can reach, toying with the cord that controls the blinds as he takes in your side profile. nose buried in a book without a care in the world, no concern or worry that anyone could be watching you, completely unaware of your neighbor under house arrest sweating against a leather office chair concentrating much too hard on your face.

he sighs, leaning back with a lifted brow when you start to shift about, dragging fingers through your scalp while laughing at whatever page you’ve just finished reading.

“cute..”

even the breeze barely flowing through the window screen feels hot, boiling his skin faster, or maybe it’s the way your figure melts into your bed. breasts squished together in a thin tank-top giving him the full front on view of hardened peaks poking through the flimsy material. it’s almost like you turned toward him on purpose.. as if you wanted him to see your chest on the verge of spilling out.

don’t think about it, that’s what he keeps repeating to himself. there’s no way you know he’s watching you. there’s no way you’d stretch out on your bed enough for your top to ride up, exposing more and more smooth flesh, pajamas riding low on your hips. no way you would do any of that on purpose.

“fuck. it’s hot.”

hot air incinerates through his lungs with each deep breath, smoothing bangs off his forehead that clump together with sweat. trying to convince himself it’s the humid thick air blowing down his back from the vent above that’s stirring heat up his stomach. it has nothing to do with the way you start to tickle up and down the center of your chest while you read with your bottom lip tucked tightly between your teeth. it has nothing to do with how easy it’s become to imagine you beneath him, panting out ragged breaths, desperately whining at him to let you cum..

finding enough decency to finally look away, he clears his throat, mentally cursing at himself to go take a freezing cold shower. it has to be the over 100 degree weather getting to him, that’s what’s making his shorts tighten around his groin. that’s what has sweat dripping between his legs down to the crevice of his ass.

“yeah, I should definitely shower.” he says to himself, sparing a sniff to the t-shirt he’s had on for three days. just as he decides that’s for the best, his eyes scan through the window once more, catching his breath at the visual of your bare backside with a towel draped over your chest, held up only by one arm as you slip into a pair of sandals.

“fuc—.”

words evade him when you slowly turn, gaze finding his in an instant, taking your time to stride out of your bedroom without looking away, most likely to take a shower.

Heeseung doesn’t think about it, reiterating over and over that there was no way you could tell he’d been watching you…the blinds weren’t fully open..there was just no way.

even with his palm gripped around his length, holding back whimpers under the showerhead, he can’t stop thinking about the way you stared back at him.

if he could see you clearly, why wouldn’t you be able to see him?

“Jake!!” Heeseung shouts while throwing long arms around his friends shoulders. a tub of Vegemite drops from the others hold, clutching at a packet of bread now squished between them. “you’re back!”

“surprise!” his friend gets out between a wheeze and deep breath. “I brought you a snack from the homeland to try too.”

he shakes the bag of sliced white bread, eyebrows wiggling with excitement as they head to the kitchen together. “one of my favorites.”

Heeseung’s nose twitches, crushing his lips together while his friend uses a butter knife to spread brown jam-like goo around with a large smile. “looks like…clumpy soy sauce..”

“hey! you can’t knock it until you try it.” his friend claps, finishing with a ‘ta-da!’ as if he’s presenting a 5 star meal.

“my stomach’s sensitive today..” Heeseung grimaces, poking and sniffing around the crust.

“stop being a baby and try it!”

“fine! fine!”

salt, pure bitter salt turned to mush hits his tastebuds. the twitch in his nose forming into a full on scowl, chewing only to hold back a gag as his friend bursts into a boisterous laugh, hunched over clutching at his stomach.

“God, your face!” Jake squeaks, letting out an escalating giggle while smacking at the kitchen counter. “I guess it really takes a true Aussie to enjoy such a delicacy.”

Heeseung swallows, disgusted, rolling his eyes but smiling nonetheless. “I’m happy you’re back.”

“yeah, now I can log you into my accounts and save you from this perdition.”

“and maybe.. hang out with me everyday?” the older of the two says, dragging his best friend to his bedroom. “until this punishment’s over?”

“yeah, of course dude, I’ve got your back!” Jake smiles, patting his friends back, halting as they enter Heeseung’s bedroom. “oh this is bad, you’ve created the tower of Twinkies..”

“you try staying home for weeks with no contact to the outside world. Elmer’s glue and stale snacks will become more appealing craft tools than you’d think.”

“yikes..”

music blasts, the familiar tune of top 40’s radio pop blaring from an old speaker, jerking Jake’s attention away from the tower of Twinkies in the direction of the noise.

“what was that?”

Heeseung grins, pointing his chin toward the extended corner in his bedroom where sunlight beams in from. “the best part of my day.”

“look, don’t judge me for this, but I have a new neighbor.” he explains, walking over to the window that faces your backyard direct on. “and she’s..”

“she?”

“yeah, she’s..” Heeseung clears his throat, raising an eyebrow at his friend. “well, see for yourself.”

Jake eyes him suspiciously, pushing open the blinds enough to fully capture your body backstroking through the clear blue chlorine water. bikini clad breasts float above, round and perky, leading up to a gorgeous face with your eyes shut allowing him plenty of time to absorb each of your features.

“woah.”

“right?” his friend nods by his side, lowering his neck to peer through the same slit as you stand up in the pool, throwing your head back to drain water from your ears.

“who is she??” Jake asks, jaw dropping open letting out mild sounds of pain from the back of his throat when you step out. zooming in on your fingers fixing the bikini bottoms that have begun to ride up your ass.

Heeseung sighs, nodding again while leaning against the wall. he chews at his lip, the two of them glancing down to the bracelet on his ankle. “don’t know..”

Jake sighs, patting his friend on the arm. “man, this fucking sucks! we planned so much for this summer..”

“trust me, I’m beating myself up everyday over it.” Heeseung laments, tapping his forehead against the wall. “I was supposed to be backpacking through Europe, get laid every night. I was supposed to finally have a threesome!”

Jake laughs, nodding along. “if it’s any consolation, my nasty little porn threesome didn’t happen while visiting back home either. actually, I only managed to get it in one time. my parents really laid out every activity and family get together possible, wasn’t exactly the forearm deep in pussy summer vacation of my dreams.”

“do you have to say it like that?”

“hey!” Jake chuckles, nudging into the tallers side. “who’s the one jerking it to their hot neighbor, huh?”

“I don’t do that.” Heeseung scowls, returning to watch you rub body oil up and down your legs. “that would be..”

“that would be something I would do.” Jake says, cocking a groomed eyebrow at his friend. “especially with no chance to get laid.. I mean, do you even remember what it feels like?” he finishes with a laugh, the two playfully hitting each other.

“my hand will never compare to the real thing.”

“the real thing is about 400 feet away..” Jake peers between the blinds again. “and she’s just turned over..those bikini bottoms are holding on for dear life.”

Heeseung nearly jumps to get a look, expelling a groan from the back of his throat upon seeing your waist dip in; further pushing your perky butt up for the sun to kiss.

“believe me dude, those girls you could have been fucking in Europe wouldn’t come close.” his friend reassures. “you gotta talk to her somehow.”

“I know, but..”

Jake fixes him with a knowing look, nudging his chin toward his friend’s lower half. “you can ‘but’ all you want— your dick definitely has another idea in mind.”

he snorts, picking up binoculars he spots hidden under a throw pillow on the floor. “my ass you haven’t been jerking it, bet these give you a great close up shot.”

Jake holds up the magnified lenses, inching closer between the blinds while lightening the mood with gasps, ‘oooohh’ and ‘ahhh’ passing between breathy laughs.

“imagine what she sounds like moaning, ohhhh Heeseung! you dick’s sooo big!”

he chuckles, accidentally slamming the binoculars into the window with a shocked shout.

“crap! shit!” Jake hisses out curses. the two swiftly collapsing down to their knees painted with mortified expressions.

sharing a concerned look, Jake hits his forehead with the binoculars in a repetitive motion. “fuck!”

“God you freaking idiot!” Heeseung inches back to the window ledge, motioning for his friend to do the same. both sharing a pale look of fear when they aren’t met with your figure laid out, or anywhere to be found.

“dud—“

the front door bell rings out, sending their jaws to the floor letting out a unison “no!”

“there’s no way!”

Heeseung pinches at the sweaty tufts of hair gathered at his nape, pacing back and forth before the door as you knock again, asking another ‘hello?’

“this is all your fault!” he hisses, sucking down a deep breath before reaching a trembling hand to twist open the door.

“hi” you greet with a wave of your hand, standing with your hip cocked to one side. a thin t-shirt thrown over the red bikini they know you have on beneath.

“I got locked out of my house.” you smile bashfully. “mind if I hang out until my parents get back?”

“uhh..” Heeseung dry swallows a gulp, sensing shame written all over his face; as if the beads of sweat on his forehead give away what they had just been up to.

“yeah, we were just playing..” Jake stutters, choking back a laugh. “uh..Monopoly.”

“like, the boardgame?” you ask, wrinkling between your eyebrows.

“the one and only.” he continues to huff laughter awkwardly, prodding his friend’s side with his elbow. “Heeseung’s a pro at Monopoly, kicks my ass each time. I don’t know why I keep placing bets to win.”

“Heeseung?”

“oh right!” Jake speaks up again, noticing his friend’s gone speechless. “this is Heeseung, and I’m Jake.”

“Heeseung, the Monopoly king, apparently, and Jake..the Australian?” you smirk, strutting past the two without missing the opportunity to bodily graze against your neighbor as you share your name with them.

“wow, it’s hot in here.” you say, fanning your face, skin still aflame from sitting out under the sun for the past hour.

“air conditioner’s broken.” Heeseung finally speaks again, averting his gaze to the ground. “repair guy can’t make it out until next week. a lot of..uh, heat waves caused rolling blackouts to happen.”

“soo..” you spin on the balls of your feet back to face them, taking in your surroundings. “Monopoly, huh? I like to play.”

Jake can’t control his lips from lifting at the corners, coughing over another laugh while burying his elbow deeper into Heeseung’s side. “bet you do.”

he nods up the stairs toward his friend’s bedroom, leading you into a messy boy’s room that tastes as musty as it looks.

“wow..” you say, toeing at a pile of clothing near the entrance. the occupant of the bedroom spluttering while racing around to chuck everything behind his closet. he smiles, painfully, glaring at Jake’s amused face behind your back.

“can’t believe you live right next door and we haven’t properly met until now..” you wander toward the window, picking up the discarded binoculars left on the floor as clear evidence, covered in fresh sweaty fingerprints.

“yeah, Heeseung’s on house arrest..he’s innocent though!” Jake jokes, defenselessly with a palm held up. too busy draping a towel over the tower of Twinkie’s with his free hand to notice when you look through the binoculars and get a clear visual into your bedroom.

“house arrest?” you turn to face them, dangling the incriminating object in your hand. “maybe for spying on your neighbors?”

Heeseung’s face drops, standing up straight with his mouth agape.

“oh crap, my dad’s calling..texting uh, he needs uh, help with that..that thing.” Jake nods rapidly, covered in sweat from scattering around to hide a pile of naughty magazines and hentai DVDs under his friend’s bed. “nice meeting you!”

he clasps Heeseung’s shoulder on his way out, leaning close to whisper. “don’t fuck this up, Monopoly king.”

before the other can get a word out, the front door slams shut, leaving the two of you alone still letting the binocular string hang from your fingers with a questioning gaze.

“uhm,” Heeseung grimaces, scratching at the back of his head. “I was supposed to travel through Europe this summer.”

removing the binoculars from your hold, he forces a smile. “sightseeing, bird watching.. hiking and stuff.”

“wow from Europe to..” you look around again, cringing as you spot a pile of failed foil ball attempts. “to this. that’s pretty depressing, not gonna lie.”

he shrugs, stuffing the binoculars inside a desk drawer. “do you really want to play Monopoly?”

“way too hot in here to play anything.” you complain, plopping down onto his bed to strip the shirt you threw on only to walk over. “how do you live like this?”

“I don’t.” Heeseung shrugs, sitting at a corner on his bed nervously.

“I can tell. must get really boring, trapped at home, nothing to do..”

his head lifts, glancing over your bare flesh out of his peripheral vision. silently nodding as he fidgets with his hands and hem of his shorts.

“I’d invite you over, but you probably can’t go very far with that thing.” you stretch to the side, plugging your phone into charge on his bedside table. fussing with it long enough for his gaze to travel further.

Heeseung watches your actions, starting from your painted toenails wiggling against his bedding. legs still glistening from the oil you had applied earlier, the tied strings on your bikini lifting off your skin when your hip turns more. it should be easy to look away, but you’re the first girl he’s had in his bed.. ever.

“Heeseung,” you turn back to face him, propping your elbows against the pillow behind you. “I’m hot.”

“yeah..” he nods dumbly, continuing to admire your waist dipping in; breasts nestled together like they were while you laid on your bed reading the many nights he’d admired you from afar.

“maybe I should take my top off to cool down?” you ask out loud, playing with the spandex strings holding your chest together securely.

Heeseung nods, blinking slowly, mesmerized and lost in a trance until you break into a fit of giggles, ruining the fantasy that had begun to unfold.

“you really think I’m gonna take my top off that easily?” you snicker, toeing at his forearm. “why would I do that? when you could just take it off for me?”

he sits up straight, unconvinced by your mischievous smile that you aren’t just taking advantage of his current weakened horny loser demeanor. “are you fucking with me?”

“not yet” you turn, propping up on one elbow just as you had the day you noticed wide doe eyes watching you from the house next door.

Heeseung scoots closer to you, leaning in enough to fully inhale the scent of cherry blossom and chlorine clinging to your warm skin. he’s even prettier up close, not making much of an appearance outside since the day you moved in, other than the few times you’ve caught him watching you from the window without the binoculars in the way hiding his delicate features.

“I’m good at games too.” you push closer, throwing a thigh over his hip to lay him flat beneath you. his throat bobs, unsure of what to do with his hands other than cloak your waist.

soft, supple and soft, and so so smooth. smooth enough that he can’t stop roaming, touching and feeling at the skin covering your back and abdomen. the rough tips of his fingers dig in, squeezing the meat on your hips, passing over the strings keeping your bottoms held in place.

“do you wanna play with me?”

Heeseung sucks in a deep breath, disbelief striking his chest as he stares above in awe. this had to be a dream, he probably fell asleep mid-jerk off. he’ll wake up, sat before the window with his cock in hand coated in sweat. it doesn’t matter, because he can’t stop his hips from rolling up, budging a space between your thighs to press against the damp seat of your bottoms.

“you’re so hard,” you grin, chewing at your bottom lip. “why are you so hard? was the sightseeing that good for you today?”

Heeseung can’t even process anything you’re saying anymore. he’s panting, sticky hot and nasty. sweat rapidly pouring out of his pores enough to have his shirt melting into his skin. he jerks up to sit, wet lips hover yours, sharing warm gusts of air from your mouth to his.

“can I kiss you?” the words spill out of him, dizzy and numb to what he’s just asked. Heeseung’s positive this is a dream, or a heat stroke, more delirious and empty headed with each brush of your bite-stung lips passing each other.

your quiet nod gives him the okay, crashing against your mouth feverishly, he licks, kisses, sucks, bites. he kisses as if it’s his first and last time, clinking your teeth together, pushing his tongue between your wanton lips. rolling against the roof of your mouth with an expert massage that draws needy groans from your throat.

every breath, movement, pathetic little whine rising out of both of you feels heavier. asserting more effort just to grind your hips together as the heat surrounding your bodies grows higher. thick and smoggy air locks your chests closer, clutching and scratching at the back of his wet shirt to push your core against him with fortified vigor.

Heeseung can feel his eyes roll back, desperately rutting up between your thighs like a dog in heat. biting down a hiss, he drops his face to your shoulder, whining when he thinks he might cum, because it’s too soon. he needs more, he needs more of your pretty sounds. little sad broken noises to rewind over and over again the next time he jerks off while picturing the way you look at him, when you’re not supposed to see him.

thick palms slap down on your hips holding you still so that he can catch his breath, regain some strength to take the lead and place you on your back with his lower half slotted between your spread open legs.

“fuck, how is this real.” he whispers, wheezing and huffing as he grips your bottoms. swollen folds push out, spilling around your bikini, slick and shiny, covered in arousal that begs to get fucked.

he thinks about it, a flash of thought racing past his mind almost too fast, screaming and kicking at him to pull out his cock and stuff you raw to the brim. that’s what you want, sucking on two of your fingers while staring at him pliantly, waiting for whatever he gives you next.

what he wants to give you vs what his hand leads him to do— pulling out his length enough to breathe, smearing pre-cum collected at the slit under your navel. positioning against your center, he rolls down, whimpering as he shoves his size at your bikini bottoms.

“fuckfuck, I’m go-gonna..”

Heeseung grinds faster, your free hand trailing up to his long arched back neck, thumb pushing against the round pronounced bone vibrating under your touch with each moan that drips from his tongue.

he feels stupid, empty headed, focused on nothing but the way you bounce deeper into his bed. breasts so close to toppling free from your triangular top with each slam after slam of his hips. the first peak of nipple paired with your nails scratching at his throat jolts shivers down his spine, hunching forward more to chase the incessant desire to fuck you.

“Heeseung—“ you whine, shoving your spit slick fingers between your pressed lower halves to grip onto him, adjusting his next thrust to glide underneath your bikini. the sopping wet smear of arousal pulls a scream out of his chest, baring his teeth and gripping at the blanket surrounding your head as the tip of his length spills, dripping on your mound, confined by the heat between your bodies. confined by your ruined bikini bottoms covering half of his cock pulsing, making a filthy mess inside.

“fuck..” breathlessly, you fall back, a proud smile pinching at your lips. “you owe me a new swimsuit, convict.”

Heeseung can’t catch his breath fast enough, having enough sense available to fall off to your side. he slaps at his face, ripping chunks of sweaty wet hair while groaning and shaking his head. “did that seriously just happen?”

the obnoxious snort you let out says enough.

“good timing” you motion to your phone charging on his bedside table, noting a car door slamming shut outside. “my mom’s home.”

pulling back on the t-shirt you came in with, you tap the tip of his nose, winking as you head out. “maybe we can actually play Monopoly next time?”

Jake: ran into your neighbor at the grocery store earlier, she’s having a party tonight.

Heeseung: I can’t go that far without setting off the bracelet.

Jake: oh yeah..

Heeseung: you want to go, right?

Jake: everyone else is going..

Heeseung sighs, peering out of the window to see you unloading the trunk of your parent’s car, full of snacks and drinks. smiting the bracelet that glows back at him more and more angry with each blink.

Heeseung: have fun.

he turns off his phone, lunging onto his bed to bury his face in a pillow and scream.

of course everyone’s going, why were you having a party anyway? who could you possibly even know to invite?!

“Jake, that’s who.” he says, kicking at his bed annoyed.

exactly.

Jake, who stands by a table decorated with red solo cups, filled up with an assortment of cranberry and orange vodka, colorful jello shots and gummy bears to add a festiveness to it all.

Heeseung grumbles, stuffing his face with the half-empty bag of chips in his lap as he watches his friend chat up different girls. something they could both be doing if not for this stupid DUI.

“ohhh, it’s the Aussie.” you voice loudly, approaching the familiar face you met the other day.

Jake swallows down the drink he’s been boredly whooshing around in his mouth, eyes perked up as he takes in the barely there skin-tight dress perfectly hugging your curves. “woah..”

“I clean up nicely, right?” giving him a twirl, he catches your dress lifting up from the breeze enough to see the tops of your thighs, where your ass meets and rounds out. landing back on your toes with a wink, aware that many eyes at the party and nearby were currently on you.

“very..very nice..” Jake whispers, glancing over his shoulder toward Heeseung’s house. a small pang of guilt pinching at his chest, quickly forgotten when your hand wraps around one of his biceps.

“wanna dance?” you ask, wide-eyed, hopeful. making it impossible for him to come up with an excuse fast enough, not that he intended to.

“of course.”

Jake knows his best friend must be watching, but that’s not enough to stop him from rolling his hips against yours. he doesn’t catch your eyes shooting toward Heeseung’s window, nor the malevolent behavior you’ve kept up all night while purposely dragging yours fingers down different guys chest; giggling demurely with your hand over your mouth as you sneak another look toward the shadow behind the glass.

“you left too fast the other day.” you say, adding a sweet flirtatiousness to your tone.

“did I?” one of his hands slips lower, tickling the visible skin peeking out on the slits tracing up to the tops of your thighs. “I’m sure you two found something to do without me.”

“I’m sure we could have found something else, better suited for 3..”

Jake doesn’t miss how you slot one of your thighs between his, strategically nudging the top of your knee against the rough fabric of his jeans lining his crotch.

Heeseung sitting alone sulking in his bedroom crosses his mind, licking at his lower lip annoyed that he can’t help but think about his best friend. he sighs, gripping onto your hips with more strength to stop you from rubbing against him.

“maybe we..”

“Jake..” minty licks of breath pass from your mouth to his, mixing with fruity bitter alcohol lingering on his tongue. the tip of his nose grazes against your upper lip, head slowly inching closer, eyelids growing heavier with heat condensation as he takes a deep breath, readying himself to capture your mouth..

a bolt of aggressively loud music jolts your bodies apart, crazed and shocked by the sudden blast of sound that shouts out from speakers placed on the balcony of the house beside yours. an ugly sound of screeching accompanying the off-putting beats and tunes that ring out. the complete opposite to the chill summer playlist you’d worked hard on curating last night.

“ugh!” you groan out. forgetting about Jake in favor of charging across to where your backyard meets the house next doors. easily finding the visual of Heeseung laughing to himself from behind the window with the same binoculars in hand as he searches for your annoyed face, scanning from Jake to the rest of your confused partygoers glancing around.

a slam of hard sole protected feet hitting the balcony near his bed shifts his attention, spotting you trudging into his opened window, ripping the power cords of his speakers out until the music completely cuts.

“hey hey!” he runs over, binoculars dropping to his feet to grasp your wrists instead. “that was expensive!”

“so is my party!” you argue, whining for him to let go of you.

“yeah, well you looked bored.” he retorts, holding your arms by your sides. “more focused on me than your stupid party.”

“so you were watching me.” you say accusingly, shoving your chest forward to add intimidation.

“I—“ Heeseung stutters, letting go of your arms and stepping back. “was just, checking in..”

“yeah?” you continue to walk toward him, coercing him to step backward until the backs of his knees meet the edge of his bed. “for how long now? days? weeks? how long have you just been checking in?”

nervously gulping, he shakes his head. “it’s not like that, I swear! I just..”

“spit it out Heeseung!”

“I like you!” he glowers, fumbling with his hands anxiously. “I’m not just..watching you like some pervert.”

he meets your less than convinced expression, sighing and nodding. “of course that’s part of it! you’re hot, okay?! but..”

Heeseung stands straight, motioning toward the window. “it’s like going to class for example— there’s a new girl, she’s pretty. she’s really fucking pretty. everyone gets caught up in their routines, studying, sharing daily gossip, rushing to finish their assignments for the next period. but I’m just watching you, wondering what you’re like. what your hobbies are, what you hate.. if you’d hate me..”

he huffs, ignoring the harsh expression continuing to twist your eyebrows together. “sometimes you look like you’re trapped, and I wonder what’s stopping you from going out. I wonder why you stay home and hang out by yourself so much. I watch you unpackage new books with a smile on your face, spending hours reading through one, and I wish I could do the same. I think about going over, hanging out with you, I don’t know, maybe we’d be friends... I’m just watching you.”

tension leaves your face, returning your features to their usual softness. shoulders falling back into a relaxed position, taking a step forward until your knees meet his.

“that’s either..the sweetest, or creepiest thing I’ve ever heard.”

Heeseung prepares to apologize, caught off guard by your lips smacking into his. instinctively gripping onto your waist to deepen the kiss, lured deeper in by the cool mint swirling around your tongue.

moans you have memorized play prettily, pouring out between each wet lap of his tongue exploring through your mouth. sitting down, he helps you straddle onto his lap with ease. catching his breath while complimenting how good you look.

“you always look good.” he adds, feeling up the material of your dress attached to your skin by pools of sweat.

Jake stumbles onto the balcony as you had minutes ago, clinging to the ledge in a way he has for many years when sneaking out with the excuse of having a sleepover at Heeseung’s house to cover his ass.

“Jake!” his best friend’s voice echoes, tinged with shock.

“what..”

it’s likely the incriminating position he finds the two of you in can only mean one thing, with your legs spread open around Heeseung’s hips and ass planted against a noticeable bulge tenting up from his basketball shorts. deducing that you hadn’t fallen and landed like this coincidentally by the look of sheer guilt flashing across your face.

“what are the two of you doing?” he hiccups, smearing the back of his hand against heavy eyelids. warmth and buzz from alcohol continues to rise heat up from his chest to the expanse of his throat, speckled with a flush of reds and pinks. the shades only intensified by the amount of thick heat filling his friend’s bedroom, most of it radiating from your connected bodies.

“it’s..” Heeseung squints, squeezing your waist. “we..”

“we’re having fun.” you interrupt, adding a coy look his way with hidden meaning. “no reason we can’t all have fun together, right?”

fun. fun together.

Jake’s head tilts in question, noting the difference in size between you and Heeseung, from his hands nearly belting your waist to long legs stretched open beneath you, comfortably adjusted to sit pretty on his lap.

thoughts reel much too fast all at once, scatterbrained and just coherent enough to understand your cocked brow intends more suggestion than playing some console game.

“fun?” he takes a few steps forward, the tips of his fingers tickling up from your bare shoulder blade to the back of your neck. “what exactly did you have in mind?”

Jake’s hold turns rough as he ends the question, trailing up to bunch your hair in a tight fist. he yanks and tugs your head side to side, smoothing the tip of his tongue across his dry upper lip to leave it red, shiny and tempting.

Heeseung catches on to the dynamic the two of you have clearly fallen into, dragging one of his hands upward, brushing past your chest to cup the front of your throat. “think you can go around fucking everyone you want?”

the lock around your neck makes it harder to breathe, harshly huffing in hot air that collects sweat on your upper lip easily, with hooded eyes you weakly nod, pushing against the girth pressed up against your ass.

“that’s so slutty,” Jake sneers, ripping at your scalp with another rough pull. “that’s what you want though, isn’t it?”

“walking around all summer in nothing but the tiniest bikinis..” Heeseung mumbles, pressing closer to lick across your collarbone. “you knew we were watching you. you did it on purpose, and you still want more?”

“you perverts were the ones jerking off together.” you manage to get out, attempting to catch your breath when Heeseung’s fingers loosen around your neck. “disgusting little boys that don’t know how to control their hormones.”

“you still let me cum on you,” Heeseung whispers, tracing your chin with a pattern of kisses.

“only on? and here I thought that good little whore’s always swallow.” Jake sneers, a little perturbed by how quick you were to run off to argue with Heeseung, only to find you in a compromising position.

“we do. you want me to swallow?” you ask, hazily watching his face from upside down with your head pulled back. “then show me why you deserve it.”

Jake’s tongue pokes from the corner of his lip, fascinated and amused by your assertiveness. he pulls harder at your hair until you follow his arm and land on your bottom onto Heeseung’s bed.

“that little twirl you gave me earlier..” he falls to his knees, prying your thighs open in front of his face. the smallest cloth, poor excuse for underwear covers your cunt. soaked through, wetness smeared on your inner thighs. he huffs a laugh, observing your contorted features, the way you tremble beneath his touch. “showing off this dress that barely covers your ass.”

Heeseung helps by gathering your dress up, lifting it to slowly unveil your stomach convulsing; twitching with anticipation and excite. using his other hand to cup the back of your head, he lifts you, straining your spine to watch how his best friend peels off your drenched stringy panties.

“so wet for us,” Jake says, pleased by how your thighs stay open.

the bridge of his nose drags between your folds, slick pours free, dribbling down to his mouth where the tip of his tongue lavs up the driblets. “so fucking good.”

his face drops, lips pursed as he greedily slurps your folds clean. the ridges of his mouth tickling against your smooth flesh, awakening nerves desperate for a touch. your legs tense up, clenching and unclenching anticipating what he’ll do next. building up tormenting waves of pleasure with precise strokes of his pout grazing up and down nastily, covering his chin and nose in slick arousal.

breathing becomes more difficult, chest erratically lifting under Heeseung’s hands that have found their way to your breasts, aiding in overstimulating your senses, a heavy palm cups and squeezes at the fat mounds between his fingers, leaving your dress to slip down around your waist.

the backs of your thighs strain, hoisted up for Jake to glide in even deeper. tongue pushing past your entrance with a strong wiggle. lewd sounds draw up, expelling more and more wetness to stream down his chest. the mixture of heady sweat and arousal landing on his neck like a coat of gloss.

he latches onto your clit, grazing his teeth along the bundle of nerves until your toes pat the backs of his shoulders, delivering little kicks that grow stronger with each repeated suck he gives.

Jake pushes at the pits of your knees more, crunching your stomach muscles to collapse together as he takes in your rim, fluttering too pretty for him to ignore. the visual more than enough to bury his face between your ass, rolling his tongue around, collecting spit from the back of his throat to dangle. pushing it in when your hole gives, relaxing around the muscle allowing him to further lick in.

“ugh!” Heeseung knows that’s a different type of moan, high and loud, flushing down your chest with humiliation. ashamed by how much you’re enjoying a tongue in your ass, he grins wolfishly, pinching your nipple harshly for extra torture.

“cum—I—I’m..ahh, p-please—“

Jake’s nose grazes back up, peppering kisses on your pulsating hole, two fingers circle your rim. tongue seething back inside, gently working up to a faster motion that has you screaming. punching and gripping at your sides as you shake your head. “n-no-no! need, need to!”

Heeseung can’t help but notice how your eyes won’t stop rolling back, thighs clamped around Jake’s head ferociously. drawing his jaw to snap open as much as he can and sink his tongue to push deeper between you velvety walls.

he knows you’ll cum soon, egging you on by prodding his nose into your cheek. he nods, jerking the back of your neck as he tells you to watch.

“look at him eating your pussy like it’s all he knows how to do.” he lilts, lowly rattling from his chest, exposing your throat for his teeth to bury into. demanding you keep watching.

“think you deserve to cum?” his taunting questions laced with mockery. nipping your chin, he moves behind you, choking around your throat to bend you closer, fully trained on the tip of Jake’s nose incessantly brushing your clit.

“please please!” you start to sing like a broken record, bursting into tears. toes curled, corded muscles in your calves aching from how tightly locked you are. climax ready to race through your veins, fisting at the bed topper wrinkled by your hips. the tongue inside of you curls up, just right, applying the perfect amount of pressure..

“Jake, stop.” Heeseung commands in a stern tone. shifting his eyes from your lower half to your pleading face. a twinkling gaze admires your distraught wrecked appearance. disheveled hair, swollen bit lips, tracks of tears and sweat rolling down your cheeks.

he bends closer to your face, dragging two fingers across your blubbering mouth. “you wanna cum?”

all you can do is blink, spiraling down from your lost orgasm, twitching on the bed painfully.

“I asked you a question.” wet fingers tap at your cheek, jerking your eyes to open wide and look at him. soft edges of his face harder under dim light; fooling you to believe his usual delicate looks could never change.

“yes..please please.”

Heeseung’s sitting you up, distracting you with kisses as sounds explode around you. clothing ripped off to land strewn on the floor, bodies moving about, repositioning with Jake laid out, eagerly stretching his arms above his head.

“how do you want it?” fingers trace down your spine, dipping between your buttcheeks to circle your wet rim. he pokes in just enough to feel a stretch, to hear you whimper, nodding your head maniacally. “all at once?”

“please, please Hee..”

sticky skin pulls apart like velcro detaching, settling your weight on top of Jake with Heeseung’s hot soaked chest pressed to your back, motioning for you to get comfortable how you want.

Jake’s cock feels thick in your hold, gliding the tip between your folds. gasping and sighing with each catch of his slit against your entrance.

“ready..”

lining up to your entrance, Jake buries inside of you first. thick girth stretching your slicked up walls to fit his size easily. relief stricken as you settle, opening and shutting your hands into balled up fist when Heeseung brings two spit-coated fingers down to circle your rim.

pain curls up your spine before he can even push the tip of his cock through. the width making your hole flutter nervously.

“relax..” he says softly, popping inside your ass with fingers wrapped at the base of his length. losing his cool stature the more you grip and squeeze at him. “just like that, you’re doing so good.”

Heeseung’s breath feels like flames burning from your nape to the column of your throat, incinerating your whines before they can even fully escape. he’s so deep, jutting his front against your ass only to let you feel how good he stretches you out.

“too much?” it’s lower than a whisper along the back of your ear, asked with concern. nibbling along your earlobe when you shake ‘no’.

“more more,” you nod with speed, whining through clenched teeth when Heeseung’s thick fingers graze your chest. pinching and tweaking your hardened nipples the more you beg.

“why should we let you cum?” Heeseung asks, louder, loud enough for Jake to hear. easily turning the tables to have you shivering, shaking your head with clenched fists.

“please, please d-don’t..”

“we could just keep you like this..” his palms smooth lower, dipping the tips of his thumbs into your navel, cupping at the bulge extending your lower stomach out in this position. he presses in, pushing against the shape earning grunt from his friend below, a cracked wail out of you. manipulating the lower part of your stomach that meets your mound to rub and jerk off the length protruding.

“you like to play, right?” Heeseung blinks away droplets of sweat raining down his forehead. vision blurring further each time you clamp around him, your back vibrating against his chest tremor after tremor.

“why should I let you cum?” his nose traces from your damp nape to the top of your jaw, collecting sweat along the way with a drag of his tongue. “only good girls get to cum, are you a good girl?”

the sound of anguish and pleasure you let out has Jake’s eyes rolling back. his digits buried in your hips deep enough to leave marks of fingerprints. he can’t take it anymore, whining, losing control with a roll of his hips.

“I am! I am!” you plead, sniveling like a brat. knowing you pushed and teased Heeseung for weeks in hopes of this moment. “I’m a good girl.”

he grabs your chin, forcing you to look at him as he glides out to the tip, pupils blown wide and dark, filling the whites of his eyes. “you know what good girls do best? they get fucked.”

pelvic bone slaps against your bottom, sending you to hunch forward, toppling over completely if not for Heeseung’s arms circling your waist. he bucks up, burying the entirety of his length back inside. struggling to thrust faster because of how tight you feel, suffocating his size with immense heat and suction.

“feel good?” he says, panting breathlessly, swallowing sweat that won’t stop pouring from down your face to your jawline.

“yesyesyesyes!” coherency evades your head, surged by a flood of heat. stimulated from both ends by the body pressed to your back working you up and down both of their cocks. the pressure of Jake’s length hitting hard with each grind against him. they feel too good, too good in different ways.

“I’ll work for it,” you start to spew, flattening your palms on Jake’s chest for some type of balance. rocking your lower half against theirs with more weight to drive them mad. the two cursing and groaning, Heeseung’s tone dropping with his face hiding in your neck. “anything, anything..”

“yeah?” Heeseung sounds broken, voice cracking, trying to stave off how good you feel around him. how tight, wet and hot you grip onto him. how good you take it, begging and begging for more. “make him cum first.”

pleading eyes glancing back at him do nothing to help you, Heeseung tethers your arms behind your back, wrists clamped together in one of his hands. taking a hold of your shoulder to push you down on Jake’s cock faster.

he chants for you to take take take, bounced up and down by the force applied on your limbs. the two working in unison to chase their highs.

pushing at your back, he forces your face to land between Jake’s chest. panting breathlessly, sucking in salty sweat that's pooled in the divots of his pecs. hip bones pound against your ass, pummeling you to fuck both of them harder with each hit.

“fuck!” your cry gets muffled, Jake’s arms thrown around your neck pressing your nose deeper into the dollops of sweat. he thrusts harshly, using his hug on your figure to leverage his lower half, grunting as he tries to catch his breath.

“sofuckinggood, pussy so fucking good for me.”

Heeseung’s mostly gone still, letting Jake take free reign to fuck you how he needs, cock splitting in and out of you. pushing more and more slick to splash and heat a pathway down to his balls with the absurd amount of sweat that won’t stop dripping.

“so messy, big fucking mess you’ve made.” he keens, doing his best to quill the orgasm itching down his gut, churning up his chest at a higher speed the more you clench around him.

“please!! please cum, please!” your sobbing cries rush through him spine to balls. slamming your body down in a frantic sloppy motion to ride his cock faster. brutally thrusting up faster and faster, pushing whimpered moans from your mouth between choked coughs and wails.

“f-fuck..” he grits, lowering his palms to your ass. clapping back onto Heeseung’s cock still filling you from the back. he’s so so fucking close, burying all the way inside of you with one more thrust. his back arches, waist lifting up from the bed painfully. cumming hard enough to empty his lungs as he coughs and wheezes for air.

Heeseung doesn’t wait, hooking the backs of your arms together. he hauls you up again, pressed to his chest to fully take his size. muttering a reminder that you don’t get to cum until he does.

his initial thrusts have your body freezing up, overstimulated and sensitive from being edged for so long now. reaching between your thighs, he slaps your core, making you squeal and gush tears.

“ask for it, what do you want?” hot breath fans your cheek, jerked to fuck back on his length by his arm trapping you, working your ass to fully take him.

“c-cum..wa-want cum.” shattered little cracks sound between your begging, completely fucked out. willing to do anything to feel a white wash of heat empty your brain.

“fuck your ass, taking my cock like this?” he bites out. hips canting fiercely into your backside, nibbling up your jaw to mutter against your earlobe. “so fucking nasty, begging me to fuck your ass full of cum.”

eyes roll to the back of your head, nodding dumbly to everything he says. bounced against the pistoning slam of his hips that won’t stop until he gets what he wants.

“Hee…need it, need you! need to fe—“ your pathetic begging pushes him over the edge. growling as he delivers three more pointed rough thrusts.

“fuck, oh fuck” deep grunts break into moans, face falling to your shoulder, cock pressed deep in your ass; releasing long strings of white cum as he whimpers and moans into your ear. going on and on about how good you take it, how amazing you feel, words jumbled together making no type of sense.

“Hee, please! I c-can’t!”

a palm slaps on your pussy, snickering about how much you whine. good girls know how to control themselves.

his fingers rub exactly where you need, side to side against your swollen clit, playing you like a toy. “this is what you wanted? this what you waited for?”

“yes! yes!” your legs quiver, lifting your hips up as you writhe in his hold. fingers viscously rub at your clit, drawing your orgasm up with heightened speed. “oh fuckk!”

a hot gush of liquid spills out from behind Heeseung’s palm. spraying out a mess of slick arousal and remnants of cum all over Jake’s stomach. drops of release reaching high enough to hit his chest and chin. reduced down to a snotty sobbing mess as you lock around the wrist continuing to flick between your legs. “c-can’t!”

Heeseung murmurs something inaudible to your foggy ears, teething at your neck as he glides a messy drenched hand up your stomach. smoothing the excess release up and down your chest and sides.

“clean it up.” Heeseung orders with a nod to the mess you’ve made. digging his fingers deep into your hair, he scratches against your scalp as he lowers your mouth to the slop of cum decorating the etched lines of Jake’s abdomen. “..like a good girl.”

whatever he says doesn’t matter anymore, too fucked out to process or care, your tongue loll’s out like a thirsty animal. lapping up your juices mixed with white sticky release. Jake whimpers, sucking air between his teeth, unable to help the twitch his length gives while watching you suck and slurp up everything. nasty, absolutely filthy. sweating down on his bare chest with his best friend’s cock still lodged deep in your ass.

“fuck.” he sighs, defeteaed and strung out. head turning side to side in disbelief of what just happened.

“come here,” Heeseung says, softer now, without releasing your hair as he maneuvers you to sit back up. pinching your chin to face him, muttering for you to show him the sloppy mess still coating your tongue.

hooded eyes sink deep into his skin, landing forehead to forehead with you before shoving his tongue against yours. the entire act obscene, absolutely depraved, licking your mouth clean. swallowing down each drop of saliva and cum that spills past your parted lips. inhaling the guttural moans you let out despite how much you tighten up around him.

he keeps kissing you for a moment longer, finishing with a peck on your Cupid’s bow before asking if it’s okay to move now. cum bubbles from your rim as he glides free, taking time to ease the discomfort for you, littering wet kisses on your shoulder.

“Hee..” whispering, you peek at him shyly, almost fearfully.

“good girl, the best.” he says with a proud smile, helping you lower to lay between him and Jake. brushing soaked hair away from your face, he sighs, chuckling softly at the music still drifting through the window from your party.

“this is crazy.” you let out an exhilarated laugh, sweat drenched and exhausted.

“hmm?” Heeseung mumbles. “what is?”

“really wanted to fuck two guys this summer, at the same time.”

Jake lets out a huge scoff, lifting his head enough to fix you with an offended look. “you used us?!”

“absolutely not.” you correct, lips quirking side to side. “maybe.”

Heeseung swallows, breaking into an uncontrollable laugh. “you know, this wasn’t what I had in mind for my first threesome, but I think I’d do it all over again.”

“I mean,” you turn to face him, trailing up his stomach muscles to his chest. “I’m ready to go again whenever you are.”

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