Jungkook Live On Weverse ✨✨

OUR SPRING, OUR BLOSSOM !? na kamden written fanfiction

SERIES MASTERLIST

synopsis ; you never thought that the quiet boy who sat by himself at the cafe you worked at could be so loving and sweet.

genre ; romance, angst, fluff, eventual smut

chapter one ; i think he's fine .

chapter two ; maybe he's more than just fine.

NEXT CHAPTERS TBA

taglist ; @haewonzz @angel-bagel @jenoism @wtfhyuck @en-ct @faithero @lovely-hao @starrysubins @kamdubudanz @ilovechanhee @sleepingisweak @elainerhea @luvcob @sunwuvs @sanseyelids @imyuna-06 @ibelieveinruikasasupremacy @soobiverse @kpoprhia @jiaant11

anton in bed is different like that man doesnt just have fuck he makes love

but like.. riize as frat boys mtl love making or quick fuck?

love making or quick fuck w riize frat boys omg

so real anton hits different literally and figuratively

most - quick fuck

shotaro

seunghan

eunseok

sungchan

wonbin

anton

sohee

least - love making

elaboration ⬇️

shotaro - frat boy taro speaks to me maybe its cz hes my man or maybe its cz of the vibe that would radiate idk. to me him and seunghan are pretty tied for this but i see taro as slightly more. frat boy taro almost always fucks while high so a lot of the time its the weed that gets him talking, he could walk past you the next day without saying a word.

seunghan - him as a frat boy would be SO mean like if u see my vision then yk what i mean. he just does it for fun. he makes you feel like you’re special than you’ll see him walking with his new victim of the week a day after.

eunseok - hes horny and a college kid, need i say more? if he really wanted to he could make love but if he wants quick relief like a hormonal teen he’d sweet talk you then leave like its nothing.

sungchan - hes in the middle because he would quick fuck as a bet to prove a point to a friend but it’d be a spur in the moment type thing. with him sometimes it could lead to something else and your hook ups could turn into a little more.

wonbin - him and the others below him are too much of lover boys to hit then dip. in my opinion i just dont see wonbin as the type in general. would i say love making is his forte? probably not, but to him it’s never just gonna be a one time thing.

anton - practically baby making ngl. anton takes this so seriously he could not see himself with anyone but you. it’s just so hard for him to be fast when all he wants is to have you, he is slow and sensual and just swoons over you.

sohee - when this man is in love he is IN LOVE. sohee makes you feel like you’re the only girl in the world in and out of bed, he doesn’t fuck unless you’re locked in like that cause sex is something too intimate for him to do with someone he hardly knows even if its just once.

Aria!! I can’t stop thinking that Sunghoon said that Jake is pure as milk. Now I’m starting to wonder did he ever jerked off??

jake looks innocent but then,, have you seen him?

this album is jaw dropping, knees dropping and panty dropping

Please someone give this man his children, he needs them.

(I'll give you as many as you want so please come back home Eunseok)

Might sound like a weirdo but second part of your sunoo one shot? Some after care, cleaning, i love you's, cuddling and pls lots of fluff OSNZKSNKDD BYE-

𝙺𝚒𝚖 𝚂𝚞𝚗𝚘𝚘 𝚏𝚏 𝚙𝚝.2 (last part)

Shortly after sunoo and yourself made love♡--

"How are you feeling?" He asked, "I'm feeling great! Just sleepy again..." you respond with a beautiful smile that lights his day up more than the sun itself.

His figure lays next to your own, chest rises and falls at a calm beat. 'Just so heavenly and beautiful..' you thought to yourself. "Okay babe.. before you sleep allow me to clean you up." He stated, sitting upright before slipping out of the bed to lift you up and carry you to the bathroom sitting you on the sink.

He grabbed a washcloth and several paper-towles, running each under some warm water. He then came to you gently cleaning yourself with all the care in the world. All of his attention on you, nothing else. "Sunoo-ah.." you called wanting to ask him something. "Yes pretty baby?" He responds with a pretty smile while looking right into your eyes. "Do you love me?" You asked just wanting to get the answers you already had. " I love you more than life itself. More than taking pictures, doing skincare, being an idol, and being a person. I love u. With my whole being..I'll give the world to have you. I'd travel to the moon and back just to have you in my arms."

This was beautiful. It made you feel warm and fuzzy inside. It made you stomach do a somersault. It made you want to just stay with him till the end of time. It makes you just want to stare into his beautiful amber-brown eyes for eternity, knowing the love he had for you was irreplaceable. "Sunoo...I love you so much..your my universe. My stars, my planets...my very life line in human form. Please dont leave me..ever." you said with sincerity in your voice. He smiled at you " that's a promise. I'll never leave the love of my life." That's all he had to say. He always make you feel loved and special. Who needs anything else when you have him?

He gently wipes your thighs with the paper towles and then gets the others to wipe off his own little sticky situation. He puts his boxers on and puts a t shirt on your body. 'So pretty' he thought to himself seeing you in his oversized shirt with adorable messy and rosey cheeks. You look up at him and he just looks all red. "baby? Are you okie?" "Yes I have you." He muttered before picking you up and kissing you gently. The kiss was gentle and passionate, full of love. He makes his way back to your shared bedroom where he puts you on the bed and lays next to you. He put his arm around your waist you snuggled closer making him blush cutely. As you drift to sleep he stays awake mesmerized by you beautiful features and wonders how he got so lucky to have you by his side. He eye lid got heavy and there he was with you. Drifting to a beautiful dream land with you in his arms.♡♡

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also i saw Matthew’s sister streaming the other day and she said something about Matthew being in their basement all day when he was back in canada and that he was also a one piece (anime) lover… something about that too screams PERV to me.

Can u tell i have a thing for pervs…?

-🎧anon

that just SCREAMS perv loser to me! he’d sit in his basement watching hentai i just know it. making himself cum so many times it physically hurts him but he can’t bring himself to stop :(

noooooooooooo i know bestie jay already has a part 2 but i neeeeeeeed a part 3 it was sooooooongoooooood

more of this—> and this—> warning. coercion, manipulative pervert bestie Jay, he’s nasty ;o, unprotected sex, breeding

THIS IS THE LAST PART! no more after this🩷

“So, you fucked.”

It’s not that Jay’s surprised, he’s not even all that bothered, but he is curious.

He’s seen Sunghoon around the locker room, he knows he’s bigger than him. There’s no way the photos he sent you fulfilled your expectations.

Trying to hide a frown, you nod, twirling the straw in your drink. “We did, I don’t know. After the pictures and everything I felt crazy.”

“Crazy how?” Jay leans in, voice low, shoving his half eaten plate of food aside. He wants to ask more, of course, really grill you and interrogate, find out if you saved the pictures he sent you. But that could incriminate him, too suspicious. He has to keep it cool.

You shrug, leaning back with a tired sigh. “Like.. he’s hot, don’t get me wrong. Super hot. I guess I pictured it going differently.”

“Well darling,” he chuckles, grabbing the receipt before you can even think to. “That doesn’t really help me solve this dilemma for you.”

“Jayyyyyy.” Ah, you whine so cute, he doesn’t even hesitate to pay for your meal. Waving the waiter back over while you’re distracted fidgeting with your fingers. “You know how it is, when someone’s too good looking.. they have to have some type of flaw.”

Dragging his eyes down your upper half, he bites down on his lip, wanting to disagree. There’s no flaw when it comes to you, because he’s looked, searched high and low. You’re perfect for him, even if you don’t get that yet.

“Get to the point here babe, he’s good looking but his stroke game sucked?”

“I wouldn’t say it sucked.” You grimace, giving yourself away the more you search for something to distract your hands with. Choosing a napkin to shred into pieces. “I think.. maybe I had higher expectations because it was so hot through the phone.. but he—we, I didn’t even get to finish.”

Jay gasps, clutching his chest, jaw hanging loose. “Shut up!”

“I’m serious!” You whine again, resting your head against the booth. “Like, he didn’t even take me inside, just bent me over in the backseat..”

Backseat fuck? Please be joking. His teeth grind thinking about it, you’re better than a car fuck. You deserve a bed encrusted with diamonds and gold, a shrine to display your body. 

“That’s,” his tongue drags along the backs of his teeth, huffing a laugh. “That’s unbelievable. That guy talks a big game in the locker room. I knew he was full of it, probably jealous cause I don’t have to lie about my reputation.”

There’s a flicker of curiosity that passes your face, head tilted to the side. “What do you mean? Like, he’s competing with you?”

Jay laughs, slotting his card back inside of his wallet. “Could be. Always thought he held a grudge when he got nothing but bench warming done during the first season. Whatever, either way.” Slowly peering up, he locks on your intrigued gaze. “Could never be me. I’d rewrite history with my tongue inside of your pussy, leave you shaking harder than a fucking earthquake in Japan.”

The bottom row of your teeth appear first, juicy lower lip hanging loosely, pupils dilating. “Hah—wha—“

“I mean,” crossing his arms to purposely flex his biceps, he shrugs. “You know, if it wasn’t you. Any other girl, sure.”

“Excuse me??”

He scoffs, brushing you off. “Ugh, that’d be like fucking my sister.”

“Jay! Don’t say that!” You have the gall to look offended, glaring at him.

“God, he just went straight to fucking, huh?” He whistles, head shaking. “Couldn’t even eat you out or open your pussy up first?”

“Jay!” It’s cute how you still somehow find the audacity to glance around as if anyone nearby can over hear. Putting on this silly act of shame, as if you weren’t getting plowed through in the backseat of a mustang on your knees less than 24 hours ago.

“Seriously, such a shame.” A loud click of his tongue resounds, standing up, making extra effort to adjust his jeans. Cock shape fitted right against the crotch of his pants, not missing the way you can’t stop yourself from getting a look. “You always end up with these duds that could give a fuck about you cumming or not.” Throwing an arm around your shoulder, he leads you out to his car. Staying a step ahead even so to make sure he gets to the passenger door before you.

“Well, like you said,” you shift awkwardly, leaning against his car as he gets the door for you. “You have a reputation and apparently I’m too much like your fucking sister to even consider letting me experience that.”

Bingo.

Jay grins to one side, a cocky but charming smile, tapping the roof of his car. “It’d be too weird, you’re my best friend.”

He turns and moves closer, barricading you against his car with his palms flat on the hood behind you. “If we fucked, if I fucked you.” He licks his lips, gaze traveling down your face slowly, ending on your lips. “Showed you how it’s really supposed to be, how good it can feel. I don’t know babe.”

He sighs, moving in closer for your lower halves to press together. “How are you going to look me in the eye after I’ve had my dick so deep inside your pussy, make you feel that shit in the back of your throat.” 

“Jay, that’s—“

“Can you really have a conversation with me again without dripping between your thighs, without focusing on my tongue and all the ways I made you scream with my mouth latched on that pussy?”

“Oh.”

“You’re thinking about it, huh?” He has to laugh again, a deep ‘hah-hah-hah’. 

How can you not? He’s so fucking disgusting.

“Maybe.”

“Yeah well,” patting your hip, he pushes you to get inside the car. “Keep dreaming darling.”

“You’re staying over right? My parents won’t be home until super late.” You say suggestively, thighs clamped together tightly.

“I’ll stay as late as you’ll have me babe.” Jay’s smooth, he’s real smooth. You know he is, but maybe it’s how unsatisfied last night left you, dragging your ass home after getting fucked in less than 5 minutes. Maybe it’s the way your best friend uses one hand to drive you home, pats your thighs while you crack jokes and mess up song lyrics. 

“Jay, we’re best friends.” 

“Uh, yeah.” He snorts, pulling into park. “Stating the obvious?”

“Why don’t you talk to me about girls much? I tell you everything..” you head to your bedroom together, jumping onto your bed with him in tow. “Like, I don’t even think I know what your type is? You literally know my body count, probably better than me.”

He does, he can name your first kiss, time and place. The first guy that fingered you, first one that ate you out, first that got to fuck you. He can name them all, and none of them have been him.

“My type..” he sits next to you, pulling his favorite pillow of yours to his chest. Hugging tightly for the scent of your shampoo permanently drenched through the cotton to emit. “I like..” looking at you from the corner of his eye, he reaches for your knee, thumb caressing. “Cute girls, that play extra dumb with me. Pretty face, you know..” he fully turns to look at you, pinching your chin with his other hand. “Like yours, and well,” he nods, continuing down your body, hand dropping to your chest. “Nice body, not too fit, curvy in the right places.”

“Jay..”

“Basically you.” He smiles, a forced smile. A smile to hold up this act and not crush under the weight of the truth. Because if you wanted to know the truth, no bullshit, he’d rip his heart out of his chest for you and let you break him in half. He’d empty his soul if you asked, whatever your wish is, he’d figure out how to make it come true.

“You know.” It’s easy to grab his hand, there’s no fear or shyness. Even with your heartbeat fastening, stomach fluttering. “It’s stupid but whenever I get a crush I always end up comparing them to you. Like Sunghoon right, he’s got that crazy jawline, and I’d think about how yours is still sharper, more angled.” 

Instinct has him straightening his spine, jaw muscles flexing, lifting his eyebrows up playfully. “I definitely have something you can’t compare to any of them..”

“Show me then.” You urge just as playfully, swinging your hands. 

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

Jay sits up onto his knees, thighs smushed together in the position, jeans squeezing around the muscles. “Think you can handle it?”

“I think I can.” 

He’d swoop at the chance to make fun of you if not for how fast your expression shifts. Eyes gone hooded, lips pouting out and parted open, unabashedly ogling his pronounced size. 

As much as he wants to keep up his confident image, he’s screaming inside. The horny teenager that started jerking off to the thought of you years ago after seeing you in a swimsuit for the first time coming out of his dark gloomy cave to shout at the top of his lungs. This is it, this is his chance.

“Don’t say ‘damn!’ when you see how big I am.” Leave it to Jay to break the tension with a corny line, making you smack your face and groan. His shoulders bounce, unzipping himself and shoving his jeans under his ass. “I’ll let you do the honors.”

“Stopppp.”

Despite moving closer, he can sense how nervous you are now. The way you continue to look around and play with your hair. He rolls his eyes and grabs one of your hands right before you can toy with your earring. “Quit fucking around.”

To be fair, it’s not technically the first time you’ve seen his dick. Albeit that was years ago, and he’s grown ten times in size since the days you’d rinse off together quickly after hours at the pool. Even back then Jay was never very shy about his body, clearly carrying that confidence into adulthood. 

“Are we about to fuck?” You’re asking jokingly, allowing him to direct your hand to his covered bulge, gripping around yours to make you squeeze him. 

“Only if you let me hit it raw.”

“Jongseong.”

“Serious, I’ll eat you out for hours.” The stern tone you say his full name in does nothing to deter him, nothing can now that he has you this close. Even if you didn’t want to at this point, he wouldn’t be able to stop. The thought makes his cock jump, groaning and gripping your hand around him harder. “Suck my cum right out of you, spit it back down your hole only to suck on your clit again. Get you nice and numb with my mouth, have you begging for me to eat your ass next.”

“Are you always this depraved?” There’s that fraudulent shame again, the prudish act as if he can even count the dicks you’ve taken with 2 sets of hands. The way you cower and flush lets him know all he needs to know, leaning in to press his lips against your cheek. 

“I’m worse baby, exactly what you wish they all were.” Whispering huskily, he shoves your hand inside his boxers, thrusting up against your palm, eyes fluttering shut.

“Oh my God.” You gasp, fingers trembling, inspecting the girth you can barely wrap around completely. 

“Tell me how wet your pussy is.” Jay’s hands roam down your body, squeezing your waist on his way to your hips to hike up your shorts; scrunching the material up between your thighs painfully.

“Shit, you’re—“

“Do they ever get you this wet?” There’s arrogance laced throughout the question, smirking against your cheek. “I can hear it.”

It’s embarrassing because it’s true, clenching your eyes shut with another rough tug on your shorts. The sound of your cotton underwear rubbing against your cunt plays obscenely. Little splatsplats, squeezing more slick from your excited hole. “Answer me.”

“J-jay.” Oh fuck you’re already whimpering. Not even the voice messages you sent moaning could compare to this, vibrating through his ear, shooting shockwaves straight to his cock. He has to swallow hard, growling deep in his chest. 

“That’s not good enough.” Rough calloused guitar playing hands slap your exposed buttcheeks, shorts wedged up in-between. “Who gets you wet like this?”

“Y-you do, s’only you.” 

That’s it. That’s what he wants to hear, what he needs to hear. Coughing back a moan, he twists your body fast, even catching your breath as he knocks your back to his chest and dives in to cup your cunt. “Shit. Fuck.”

The hard pads of his fingers find your clit, chin hooked over your shoulder watching his hand disappear inside. The way you chant his name between struggling breaths has the veins lining his forearm flexing, rubbing figure eights on your bundle of nerves. “Little clit all hard for me.” 

“Ahh—don’t say that!” 

He’s had enough of this modest act, groaning as he grips your shorts and panties to one side. His hand draws free to land a few heavy palmed hits between your thighs, rocking against your ass that bounces up and down upon impact. “Don’t you dare tell me what I can and can’t say, do you hear me?”

“Jay, fuck!” He hardly gives you a chance to breathe properly, shoving your chest down onto the bed, he hooks onto your ruined shorts. It’s this moment that has him floating, slowly rolling the material down your hips, exposing inch after inch. Perky ass bouncing with each new tug, lighting his erection up with pure heat. 

The amount of wet arousal that greets him could save a country from dying out of thirst, releasing globs of slick the second he exposes your hole. Jay can’t stop the round of curses that fly out from there, shoving your bottoms and panties all the way down to your ankles. He makes a place for himself between your legs, freeing himself of his jeans and briefs. “You’re sure about this.”

Because I’m not going to stop, even if you scream. No matter how much you cry and claw.

“I’m—“ your head turns, neck twisting back to look at him with your pretty sweet eyes. Eyes that look at him as if he holds the entirety of your universe in his hands. “I’m—want it. Want you to.”

“I know.” Bending over on your back, he gathers your hair away from your face, kissing up and down your cheek. Pecking a saliva wet kiss at the corner of your mouth. “Because you’re a fucking slut. You know what sluts love?”

Tears well up in your eyes, glittering at him so prettily, accepting how right he is about you with a small shake of your head. 

Jay sits up, fully mounting your backside, scratching his blunt nails from your lower back to your waist. He grips around tight, forming a belt choking your breath out with his firm hold to keep your head against the bed. Your shoulders and tits pressed down, ass high up on the air, pussy on full display.

The fat blunt tip of his cock presses to your hole, rolling your eyes up instantly. “Sluts like you..”

He breathes raggedly, gaze passing from the whites of your eyes, down your spine, over his veiny hands constricting you, gliding over the ripples rolling up your ass down to where his cock teases at your entrance. “They love to get fucked.”

It’s as if your mind goes completely blank when he’s fully inside. Mouth hung open pouring out copious amounts of drool, dead gaze staring out ahead, pussy clamped tight around his size. You’re every bit of the brainless whore he’s ever wished for, taking the entirety of his cock with only one full thrust. Wetness splatters all over the lower half of his stomach and thighs, immediately falling into a heavy neck-breaking speed. Hips clap down on your ass, fat cock burying in deep, hitting your g-spot full on. 

“Wish you could see yourself right now.” Jay rasps, pounding into you harder and faster. “Perfect little slut, my perfect little fucking slut.”

“Yesyesyes!” 

“Keep screaming for me like that.” It’s music to his ears, the claps of your wet skin against his. The cries between your moans, the broken way you keep repeating his name. “Who fucks you,” he pants, lost in his pleasure, lost in your pleasure. “Who fucks you as good as your best friend?”

Your walls immediately clench around him, pushing out a wet gushing sound on the next thrust in. Jay grunts, digging his nails into your skin to hurt, desperate to leave some marks behind. “Speak up!”

“Jay! Jay! You! Youyouyou!” Your screaming can hardly break through the sound of your wet pussy taking his thick size. 

“Sucking me in so good, how is your pussy this fucking good.” He’s rambling nonsense, stealing glances at his cock diving in and out, cunt skin stretched around his girth. Tip kissing your cervix at this angle so so good, just right. “You’re gonna cum for me.”

It’s not a question, but an order. His weight comes down on your ass, lifting up onto his feet to climb up and fully mount you, palm slapping down on your nape lodging your face against the bed. “Cum for me right the fuck now!”

He barrels in at a pace that has your toes curling, eyes at the back of your skull, gasping for breath between his weight landing down on you full force. Each bury of his cock hits right where you need as if Jay memorized the map of your insides somehow. “I’m—I’m cu—“

The most intense wave of pleasure cuts you off, scrabbling to grip onto your bed sheets, knees sliding down. He fucks you through it, moving down with you where you lay flat on your stomach, cock drilling in and out past your orgasm. “T-too deep!”

“Like it deep.” Jay grits, slamming in rapidly. The hand on your nape unrelenting, ass clapping back against every thrust he gives. He bears down harder through your screams of over sensitivity, pressing his toned chest down on your back. 

He’s filling you to the brim, stuffed full, continuously striking the place that feels so fucking good deep inside of you. “Dumb fucking slut.” Jay huffs, breathily laughing, watching your ass begin to fuck him back. “All you needed was a real good dicking.” He adds with a whip-like snap cracking down on your ass. Stinging and heating up your flesh.

“Uh—mhm—please!”

“Fuck you’re seriously cumming again.” He groans, squeezing his eyes shut, digits digging through the back of your hair to grip. “You feel so fucking good.”

Everything hits him hard. He’s inside of you, he’s finally fucking you, he’s making you his. Cock drunk, obsessed and desperate, everything he’s ever dreamed of. It’s so worth it, all the humiliation he’s put himself through, so worth it when his dick starts pouring out strings of white inside of you. So deep inside of you. 

“Fuck.” Forcing himself to keep his eyes open, he leans in to lick up your tear stained cheek, pecking the side of your nose. Hips rolling as he empties out inside of you.

Right now, right here in your room, the bed he’s cuddled with you on for years. He’s here, he’s inside of you, and it's still not close enough. It will never be enough when it comes to you.

As much as it pains him to pull out, he fully intends to lick you clean, to spend the next hour with his nose pressed to your clit. 

After he turns you over to look at him, strips your top off, swipes his thumb across your chin to clean off the drool. “Jay..”

“I know.” Sucking his digit clean, he bends down to kiss you, chest hallowing when you kiss back. “I know, and I’m nowhere near done with you yet baby.”

✧ other hard hour ask masterlist ✧

evnne

keita

jealous keita

jealous keita 2

hanbin

oral fixation

switch!hanbin

threesome with jeonghyeon

jeonghyeon

threesome with hanbin

finger sucking

what he’d be like in bed

soft sex

body worship

mirror sex

face fucking

bulge + breeding kink

neck kissing

free use

sucking him off whilst he’s working

eye contact

sucking him off nsfw link

seungeon

thigh riding

xikers

minjae

what he’s like in bed

junmin

what he’s like in bed

sumin

teasing you

morning sex

&team

K

breeding nsfw link

face fucking nsfw link

over-stepping.

“but tonight, you belong to me.”

you come to him after breaking with your boyfriend. he’s been waiting for this moment ever since you moved in with him. a moment of vulnerability. a moment for him to overstep a few boundaries. but it’s all to make you feel better. after-all, that’s what he’s here for to make you feel better. but nothing changes. it never does.

song eunseok. ft lee sohee.

angst. smut. no verbal “yes” so dub-con to be safe

your knuckles started to ache, fingers trembling as you gripped onto the doorknob of his room. the sound of his bed creaking and someone elses’ moans slipped under the crack of the door — someone else was in there with him. an intense ringing in your ears and the sudden urge to vomit came crashing over your body just at the mere thought of what you would witness if you opened that door. it had to be a sick joke, it was a sick joke. right? you weren’t hearing what you thought you were hearing — no this isn’t right. this isn’t how it’s supposed to play out. no, he’s supposed to be yours. who else can he possibly have in his bed? how could he do this to you. he told you that he wouldn’t do it again.

sohee — a sweetheart, but also a fuck-ass liar. a cheater who can’t keep his word to save his stupid life. but he’s still a sweetheart.

what a lame gimmick. but how did it get to this?

tonight was an exciting night. a very exciting night. so exciting that it had you seated in front of the vanity in your room, makeup thrown across the surface. clothes tossed around in heaps and music blasting through the enclosed space. you were getting ready to go and see sohee. it had been weeks since the last visit — even though you lived no more than twenty minutes apart. but he said he needed his space here and there.

and who were you to not give that to him?

in the midst of beating your face to perfection, you failed to realize the sound of your creaky bedroom door opening and your roommate, eunseok, sliding in. situating himself into your bed in the process. the alarmingly loud thud of his body meeting your mattress made you whip around in the seat — grasping onto the loose t-shirt that framed your body from shock after realizing what the noise was.

“oh my god, you can’t do that seok.” catching your breath, throwing a makeup brush towards his direction before turning back to face the mirror. remembering that you were using that brush, you just huffed while looking for another one. as you searched, the same object that you used to attack him was being thrown right back at you — striking the back of your head.

getting into his feet, eunseoks’ laughter got closer and closer until he was hovering over you. leaning his body onto the back of your chair, he planted his hands onto the table. scanning the contents before making eye contact with you through the mirror. “what are you dolling up for anyway? i don’t remember you mentioning anything important this week.” his confusion mixed with curiosity lead to his hands grabbing some random blush that you had discarded. examining the product as he waited.

“getting ready to see sohee. he invited me over.” responding in a low tone as you focused on getting your liner to match each other. elbows resting up on the vanity as you tried to keep steady. being so focused on your eyelids that you just barely missed the male rolling his eyes. just barely though. “what are you rolling your eyes for??” questioning him, you placed the pen down, looking at him through the mirror once more. waiting to hear whatever bullshit opinion he has floating around his head.

“come on, you know why.” lowering his chin down onto your head, you stayed silent — waiting for him to further elaborate. sighing, eunseok continued, “he admitted to cheating on you, not just once but multiple times yn. and you’re still so quick to run back to him. and then you come to me begging me to tell you what to do, and every single fucking time i-“ his rant was cut short by the buzzing of your phone. hands darting to pick up the device, sohees’ name glowed on the screen. swiping to open the text, it was almost as if the world came crashing down and bursted into flames. nothing could have prepared you for the moment he would breakup with you over text.

so much for a peaceful day.

pushing yourself from out the the seat, you were out the door before eunseok could even react. throwing on a a pair of beatup af1s and one of eunseoks’ jackets that hung near the door — still in your pajama shorts. fumbling with your car keys as the cold night air hit your body. his words on loop in your mind as you turned on the car.

this isn’t gonna work anymore.

body hot, you darted through the doors of his apartment complex. sweat lining your face as you beelined up to the elevator, heads turning as you rushed through the once peaceful lobby. once at your destination, your movements didn’t slow. only quickening as the pads of your fingers smashed against the elevator button. breath low and heavy, mouth dry and legs weak — you waited for the machine to reach your floor. mechanical doors opening, you pushed your body into the tight space, the judge-mental stares of the recent occupants lingering on your body as you desperately, frantically abused button to the 8th floor. body trembling, you stood in front of the sliding doors.

you looked like a lunatic.

but that was the least of your concerns, all you could think about was his text. the text that sent you spiraling in a matter of seconds. the text that would be the reason you drove through the streets like a loon. he wanted to cut it off, but no. no he can’t do that. he’s yours and you’ll do anything to keep it that way. the ding of the elevator snapped you out from the manic episode, paranoia, you were experiencing. tripping over your own two feet, you sprinted down the corridor — finally reaching apartment 119. feet heavy, you stood idle.

an unsettling feeling flooding your senses. fingers twitching as your eyes burned holes into the wood that you walked through so many times in the past. the door that you were pushed up against after the first date. the door that he shoved your body out of whenever he was upset. the same frame where you sobbed and screamed at him after catching him messing around for the first time.

the door that you always crawled back to.

it all made your heart throb as you twisted the discolored metal. allowing yourself into the space, the strong, nearly sickening smell of cashmere and vanilla made your head spin. the home was dark, but the layout was engraved into your mind — due to spending multiple nights hastily undressing in the pitch black and finding yourself in his room. making way to said room, your feet brushed against a heap of clothing that laid abandoned in the hall. then it hit you, the creaking of his bed-frame and muffled yet ear-splitting moans drowning out the harsh sound of your footsteps hitting his hardwood floor.

holding onto the knob of his room, your heart beat pounded and throbbed in your ears. hot tears getting ready to stream down your puffy cheeks as you listened to the shameless groans that seeped from the cracks of the wood and into your ears — going straight to the deepest depths of your heart and giving the organ a good punch. it was like a slap in the face, this couldn’t be how it ends. no it’s not, you’re just hallucinating.

but you’re not.

a choked out cry of his name gave you whiplash. also giving you the strength you needed to swing open the only thing that was holding you back from the truth. the truth that would inevitably lead to the death of your heart. the truth that would make your breath get stuck in your throat. the sight was like a kick to the gut, staring at the way his hips kept moving even when his face tilted up to meet yours — that sweet smile plastered on his face as his hand was stationed ontop of his latest flings head.

it was as if time had stopped, and you were stuck watching your everything, replace you faster than you could blink. your stomach contracted and ached. legs weakening at the urge to vomit crept up on you before you could even register the feeling in your mind.

stumbling back, your body hit the wall — sending a harsh shockwave down your spine. hands wrapping around your own waist, the option to cry or scream bounced around your mind like a pinball. cheeks hot and puffy, eyes red and swollen, lips parted in pure, raw horror — your body started to hyperventilate instead. blinking away any tears that attempted to escape your irritated and itchy eyes, it was all too much. your balance was fucked — stumbling over nothing, you pushed yourself through his home and out the front door. not bothering to close it as you held onto the wall while trying to find the elevator. it was almost as if you’re whole body was shutting down and the hallway kept getting longer.

head spinning, vision blurred— you finally found the hunk of metal. looking down at your feet, your thumb smashed the button, while your other arm tightened around your body. this whole experience made you sick to your stomach, it was almost as if you could puke there and then. the ding of the elevator making your head snap up. the doors sliding open at an agonizingly slow rate — almost as if it was trying to drag out the torture that you were feeling. as you dragged yourself into the elevator, the echo of your name rang out. he was coming and he was moving quick. desperately hitting the lobby button, your body slid down the wall when the doors closed and you started to descend onto the lower floors.

maybe eunseok was right, he won’t change.

dragging yourself through the now empty lobby, all you wanted to do was curl up and die. but it was bound to happen and in all honesty — it was your fault for being him. over and over again, he would lie and you would believe him. falling back into the same trap, that same cycle of misery. you just wanted to believe he would change.

because how can the sweetest boy you know, be one of the sickest people to ever exist?

leaning back in your drivers seat, your face was covered in tears and your balled up fist repeatedly attacked the flesh of your thighs. the skin bruising with every hit, voice cracking with each staggered breath you took in. lips raw from your teeth sinking into them in weak attempts to hold back hiccups.

eunseok sat waiting in the living room, watching as your little dot on his map got closer to your shared apartment. leaning into the cushions of the couch, he couldn’t help but laugh at the situation. the sight of you rushing out to try and salvage a relationship that should have been scrapped months ago. he would never say it to your face, bur he truly found you pathetic — a pretty girl who was too trusting. too afraid of losing people who only brought her down. a girl who yearns for the slightest bit of affection, comfort, love. glancing back down at the device, your little blue dot was right outside the door. probably trying to collect yourself before having to face eunseok again.

taking it upon himself, eunseok walked over to the door, pulling it open to be met with a startled you. eyes glossed over, eyeliner running down your face, bottom lip tucked under your teeth — it was a sight straight from a 80s romance novel. eyes scanning your body, his gaze lingered on the way your lips quivered ever so slightly.

expanding his arms, your body came crashing into his. clawing onto his shoulders while his arms held onto your waist. leading you back into the home, closing the door in the process. eunseok allowed you to weep and breakdown into him. swaying side to side in an attempt to soothe your mind — it almost made him feel bad for you. but how could he when all he did was tell you how you should, needed to leave him. being the mediator in your life was getting exhausting, and he truly didn’t know how much more he could put up with.

pulling away, he took the time to swipe at any tears that lingered. then leading you into your room. only for you two to stand there. back turned to him, you slowly glanced over your shoulder to stare at him. so many words being spoken through a simple gesture — until was now leading you to his. there, you waited until he was seated. laying your head in his lap, curling up into a ball as his fingers brushed loose strands of hair from your face. the sound of cars zooming below his cracked open window and the dim city lights leaking into the dark room, past the partly opened curtains. your shallow breathing paired with sniffles filling whatever empty space remained. it

“what did i tell you?” brushing his fingers over your warm cheeks, it came to no surprise when you started rambling incoherent and unfinished sentences, trying to defend yourself. sitting up in front of the male, you could feel yourself get worked up all over again. the waterworks starting up again as you started gasping for air as if it was getting forcefully sucked from out of your chest with every sentence. “i thought he would change, i really did.” face scrunched up in discomfort, eunseok pulled you onto his lap — head falling into the crook of his neck as he massaged your back. continuing to spew out senseless sentences that fell onto deaf ears. the feeling of your tears soaking his shirt for the second, but not the last, time tonight. hooking your arms around his neck in an attempt to stabilize yourself, eunseok moved his hands down to your hips. pushing them down ever so slightly. if you weren’t a mess, it would have been obvious what he was trying to do.

“it’s okay, i got you.” shifting beneath you, the now painfully obvious tent of his shorts rubbed against your thigh. lifting your head, there was a weird tension. attempting to slide off his lap, eunseoks grip only tightened. “let me help you, you’ll feel so much better afterwards, m’kay?” whispering into your ear, he pushed your body down onto his bed. hovering over above you for a moment before crashing his lips down onto yours. nipping and tugging at the already raw skin while his hands forced down your shorts, slipping them all your legs and onto his floor. hands on either side of your head, all you could physically do was let him undress your lower half, too weak from hysteria to even attempt to move.

removing himself from your body, eunseok got off the bed. standing on the side, he gripped onto your ankles — dragging your body to the edge and standing in between them. but he couldn’t help but watch, stare at the way your chest slowly moved up and down with each shaky breath. the way you shifted and writhed under his touch. it all went straight to his dick.

surprising, right? no? ok.

tugging down at his shorts, he pulled them down just enough for his dick to spring up. placing a hand onto your hip, eunseok used his other to drag his tip against your panties. leaving a wet-patch in its wake. a lazy smile on his lips as he teased and teased. slapping your thinly clothed cunt with his length. sliding his other hand down, he pushed the fabric aside, lining himself up with your heat.

“you’re gonna feel so much better, just let me do all the work.” pushing himself past your folds, the ache that you once had was replaced with a slight pain. it had been awhile since you even thought of having sex, refraining from such activities with the knowledge of sohees frequent relations. holding onto your ankles, eunseok folded your legs until they were touching your chest, giving himself the view that he had been longing to see. taking in the sight of you sucking him back in every time he pulled out. ignoring the way you called his name, telling him it was too much.

“you’ll adjust, just take it.” with every word, eunseok snipped his lips against your ass. causing a string of hoarse moans and whine leaving your lips. he was the silent type, but it didn’t mean he wasn’t losing his mind. collecting his composure, he continued speaking you through it, “i’m just here to make you feel better, you’re doing so well baby.” but you didn’t feel better, yeah you felt good. but you couldn’t help that your heart still longed for someone who didn’t care for you, while someone else was between your thighs.

maybe he’ll pick up the phone once this is over.

yana here- hi. heh. the way this took me barely a full day to finish and i thought it would take like 3. the idea was lingering in my mind all week, i started writing it at like 3PM yesterday, then stopped. continued at like 11 and finished right now! it’s currently 4PM. i hope you liked it, idk i liked writing it. kinda mad at myself for making sohee such a bitch but then its hot so idc. also, another abrupt ending because i like the idea of not finishing what i started. dont get mad at me or i’ll cry.