"So, are you going to tell us where and how you got that hickey?" Ningning, always the blunt and unfiltered one, spoke.
Aeri choked on the tea, nearly spilling it on the fresh clothes Minjeong had given her.
Karina arched an eyebrow, clearly amused by her flustered reaction. Minjeong patted Aeri on the back as she coughed the liquid out of her throat.
“W-what?” Aeri asked, between coughs.
Ningning, however, didn't let up. "Come on, don't play coy, unnie," she grins, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "You come over to Minjeong unnie’s place still wearing the fit from last night, saying that you were locked outside your apartment, hair and makeup messed up, and the painfully obvious hickeys on your neck.
“How are you sure that it’s a hickey? They could be mosquito bites for all we know,” Aeri retorted, pulling the zip of Minjeong’s high collar jersey.
“That must have been one big ass mosquito if it left a hickey that big,” Karina commented.
“Or a vampire,” Ningning replied.
“Y’all are ridiculous,” Minjeong rolled her eyes. “It’s obviously a leech.”
Karina and Ningning burst out in laughter.
“I take psychic damage from knowing all of you,” Aeri replied, clearly not amused.
Karina laughed, shaking her head. "Yeah, sweetie, we're not buying that excuse. That’s a hickey. There's no mistaking it."
Ningning just grinned, her eyes glittering with intrigue. "You're not fooling anyone, you know," she teased. "Tell us who the man is. We want all the juicy details. And it better not be from Mark. I don’t want blood on my favourite white hoodie."
“You really hate this guy, huh?” Minjeong’s eyebrows flew up.
“Correction: I hate emotionally incompetent men who are acting like toxic male leads in K-Dramas who think being a commitment-phobe is a personality.” Ningning turned back to Aeri. “So who was it? We want all the juicy details.”
Aeri hesitated at first before mumbling in her cup.
The girls leaned in, straining to hear her mumbled words.
"Speak up, girl. Who's the lucky guy?" Karina asked
Aeri mumbled in her cup again.
“Oh, for crying out loud, unnie. Say it with your chest!” Ningning threw her head back and groaned.
“My neighbour,” Aeri finally spoke up, her cheeks now red.
The girl's reaction was immediate and explosive. Minjeong's eyes widen, her mouth dropping open in surprise. Karina looks like she's been hit by a truck, her face a mixture of shock and disbelief. Ningning, true to form, stood up, took out her phone and played ‘I believe’ from the Shrek Movie, while dancing like she was at church praising the Lord.
"You're messing with us, right?" Minjeong exclaimed, her tone a mix of astonishment and disbelief.
Aeri shook her head.
Karina found her voice, a bewildered smile spreading across her face. "Your neighbour? As in, the guy you spied on while he was banging some chick through your window?"
“For the last time. I wasn't spying,” Aeri rolled her eyes. “And Ningning, turn that shit off and stop dancing. You’re being corny and cringe.”
Ningning gasped, clutching her phone to her chest like Aeri had insulted her bloodline. “Cringe? Unnie, I am praising the universe and the Lord for getting dicked down by a man who’s been collecting girlfriends and flings like Pokémon. This is a religious experience. ”
“You’re an atheist.”
“So? I’m legally obligated to celebrate. This is a miracle. PRAISE THE LORD!” Ningning continued dancing and sang the words “I believe” over and over.
“Hallelujah,” Karina joined in, waving her hand in solidarity.
“Don’t encourage her,” Aeri glared, throwing a pillow at Karina.
“Of all the songs,” Minjeong muttered, rubbing her temples.
“Is it too late to unsubscribe from this friend group?” Aeri asked in a deadpan.
"Absolutely not," Ningning yelled immediately, stopping her praise dance just long enough to point an accusatory finger. "The Lord has delivered you from the demon named Lee Minhyung and blessed you with a hot neighbour. You’re stuck with us until the rapture, my love.”
"Amen!" Karina shouted, dissolving into another fit of giggles.
“How did you end up in your neighbour’s apartment?” Minjeong asked. “You could have called either one of us to give you a place to crash until the keypad issue was sorted.”
“Well, Hide beat you to it, and since I needed just to forget Mark and the work party, I wasn’t exactly in the position to be choosy,” Aeri explained. “Plus, I didn’t want to be a bother.”
"So, you just went and got dicked down by Mr Hot Neighbour instead?” Ningning teased, her eyes shining with amusement. “Honestly, your coochie needed a palette cleanser.”
“Die,” Aeri growled, pointing a finger at her.
“Did he at least give you breakfast after that marathon sex?" Karina asked.
Aeri pressed her lips together as her face turned red.
Aeri stirred awake slowly, consciousness returning in fragments.
The first thing she registered was warmth — unfamiliar warmth, a solid chest pressed against her back, an arm draped lazily over her waist.
Then she felt something shift behind her.
"Morning, sweetheart," Hide’s voice murmured, still rough from sleep.
Aeri groaned, covering her head with a pillow.
Hide chuckled softly, clearly amused by her unenthusiastic morning demeanour. His fingers traced lazy patterns along her hip, featherlight and distracting.
"Not a morning person, I see," he teased.
She turned her head, squinting at him. "Why are you in my bed shirtless?"
His smirk widened.
"Okay, first off, I sleep shirtless." His tone was casual, completely unbothered. "Secondly, this is actually my bed, sweetheart"
“Your bed…”
She looked around. Definitely not her apartment. The unfamiliar ceiling. The scattered clothes on the floor.
Then she looked down at herself.
No clothes. Not a single stitch.
“Holy—”
She yanked the black sheet up to her chin, her face already burning.
Hide laughed — a full, warm sound that vibrated through the mattress. His smirk was insufferable as his gaze raked over her flustered form.
"Easy there, sweetheart," he said, still chuckling. "No need to cover up on my account. I've already seen all of you. And you did not disappoint."
"You are not helping, you jerk." She slapped his shoulder.
Hide caught her wrist effortlessly, his fingers warm and strong against her skin. He didn't let go. Instead, he brought her hand to his mouth and pressed a kiss against her knuckles — completely unrepentant.
"Just stating facts, sweetheart," he murmured, his eyes dancing with mirth. "You were pretty vocal about it last night, too."
"Fuck off."
"Wow," He grinned, utterly unbothered. "Is that any way to talk to the man who made you at least two times last time? How cruel."
“YAH!” She threw a pillow at his face.
He didn't even try to dodge. It hit him square in the face, and he just laughed harder, grinning at her from behind the pillow like the menace he was.
"You sure are feisty for someone who was begging me not to stop last night," He tossed the pillow aside and pulled her closer, his voice dropping to a low, teasing murmur. "Remember that part where you—"
"Finish that sentence, and I'm kicking you off your own bed."
"Well, I ain’t planning on going anywhere any time soon," he murmured, tugging her flush against his chest so quickly she gasped. His breath was warm against her neck, his lips hovering just inches from the hickeys littering her skin. "Besides, you're still naked. You'd have to leave first."
The audacity.
Aeri’s face burned hotter. "Asshole."
"Ooh, kinky." His smirk widened. "Though I prefer doing the pegging. Not the other way around."
Aeri choked on her own spit. Her face turned a shade of red that rivalled a stop sign. She grabbed the nearest pillow and slammed it into his smug face with both hands.
"You are absolutely foul!" she shrieked, mortified. "I did not need to know that first thing in the morning!"
"Well, now you do, sweetheart," He giggled, shielding himself from her assault.
"I'm going to kill you, Hide." Aeri seethed through gritted teeth. "I'm going to murder you and bury your body under the floorboards."
His laughter reverberated against her bare chest. His hands slid up to rest on her waist. "Is that what the ladies who can barely walk are now saying between orgasms?" He brushed a kiss against her collarbone, deliberately slow. "Because last I checked, you were— Ah! Ear! Ear!"
He yelped in pain as Aeri grabbed his ear and twisted it sharply.
"Say another word, and I'm twisting harder. I dare you." She maintained a firm grip on his ear as she glared down at him.
Hide winced, his hands coming up in surrender even as his smirk refused to disappear completely. "Okay, okay — mercy, sweet—" He stopped himself, grinning at her glare. "I'll behave."
By the time she let go of his ears, Hide’s gaze drifted downward and caught a glimpse of the hickeys trailing down her neck and collarbone, and his smirk returned — wider than before.
Aeri's eyebrows furrowed and followed his eyes to her own neck, and let out a strangled scream.
"Hide! What the fuck is this?"
"A souvenir," he replied, completely shameless. "And a reminder of last night."
The images came flooding back — the glass door, his bed, his voice in her ear, his hands everywhere. Her face went crimson.
"How about I give you a refresher?" he murmured, his voice laced with satisfaction, his hands moving up her waist. "Just in case some details are still a bit hazy..."
"Don't you fucking dare—"
In one swift motion, he had her pinned beneath him. His body pressed against hers with a possessiveness that made her breath catch. His eyes roamed over her face, taking in every flicker of panic and desire.
"Don’t look so flustered, sweetheart," he whispered, his voice dripping with a dangerous edge. "I like seeing you like this... pinned beneath me."
"Not like I have anywhere to go," she shot back, trying to ignore how fast her heart was racing. "You literally have me pinned to your bed."
Hide grinned, leaning down until his face hovered inches above hers. His nose brushed against hers.
"True," he murmured, his voice a low, seductive purr. "I do have you right where I want you. Completely at my mercy. Unable to escape."
"You are insufferable," she breathed, squirming beneath him. The sheet was doing absolutely nothing to preserve her dignity, trapped between their overheated bodies. "And you're heavy. Get off."
"Nope." He popped the 'p', settling his weight more firmly against her hips and deliberately trapping her legs. "You threatened to bury me under the floorboards."
"And I still might!" she snapped, her face burning with embarrassment and something else–something that made her heart race faster. She could feel every inch of him pressing against her, and it was taking every ounce of willpower not to arch into him.
"Hide... get off me before I—"
His lips met hers in a searing kiss — hungry, demanding, possessive. His tongue delved into her mouth with an intensity that stole her breath. He held nothing back, pouring every ounce of passion and need into the kiss like he was trying to devour her, to claim every part of her as his own.
The sound was involuntary, escaping before she could stop it. Her hands — previously twisting his ear or pushing against his chest — somehow ended up on his neck, pulling him impossibly closer. The sheet between them became a forgotten nuisance, completely bypassed by the heat radiating between their bodies.
Hide groaned low in his throat, the vibration echoing against her lips, before he pulled away slightly. “You were saying?” he murmured against her lips.
“Shut up,” she pulled him down for another kiss.
He moved his mouth from hers, trailing downward to her neck. He pressed a path of fiery kisses along her sensitive flesh, nipping and sucking with a mixture of tenderness and possessiveness that made her toes curl.
"Hide..." she breathed.
He hummed against her throat, the vibration sending shivers down her spine.
"I’m right here, sweetheart," he murmured. "Not going anywhere."
His teeth grazed the already bruised skin of one hickey, and she let out a gasp that sounded embarrassingly close to a moan. Her nails dug into his neck, her thighs unconsciously spreading to accommodate him better.
"See?" he murmured against her pulse point. "Even your body remembers exactly where you belong."
"Fuck you," she squirmed beneath him.
"Only if you ask nicely." His hands slid down her thighs, parting them with deliberate ease. "And we both know you're good at begging."
"Hide—"
Her protest dissolved into a sharp gasp as he spread her legs further apart, settling his weight between them. Her hands flew to his chest — meant to push him away, to create distance, to regain some semblance of control.
Instead, her fingers curled into his shoulders.
"We can't—" she tried again, her voice weaker now.
"Can't what?" He pressed a kiss to her collarbone. "Can't want this?"
"That's not—"
Another kiss. Lower this time, between her breasts.
"We can't—" Her breath hitched as his lips traced a path down her sternum. "We can't keep doing this."
"Why not?" His mouth hovered over her stomach, each word a brush of warmth against her skin. "Because you're scared? Or because you're enjoying it too much?"
"I'm not—"
He kissed lower. Her stomach clenched.
"Liar."
His lips moved with slow, deliberate reverence — each touch burning hotter than the last. Over her collarbone. Between her breasts. Across the soft plane of her stomach. He paused at her navel, tongue dipping in briefly before continuing his sinful descent.
Aeri's breath came in shallow pants. Her back arched off the bed.
She'd stopped trying to push him away.
Her fingers were on his head now.
Without warning, he pressed a scorching open-mouthed kiss against her clit — sucking gently at first, almost teasing.
Aeri's hips bucked violently off the bed. A choked cry escaped her throat.
He latched onto her like a starving man, tongue delving deep inside her before circling her clit with devastating precision. One hand pinned her hips to the mattress when she tried to writhe away from the overwhelming pleasure. The other is intertwined with hers, squeezing it gently.
"Hide— please," she whimpered, her voice breaking.
"Please what, sweetheart?" He groaned against her.
The vibration of his voice against her most intimate parts sent shockwaves through her entire body. Aeri's eyes rolled back. Her fingers clutched at his hair, knuckles white, unable to form a single coherent word.
"You're evil," she moaned, her walls clenching around nothing— aching for his touch, his cock, anything. "You know exactly what I— fuck!"
He sucked on her clit without warning. Alternating between sharp suction and a flicking tongue that had her toes curling and her head thrashing against the pillow.
Her entire body jerked as if struck by lightning. A broken scream tore from her throat.
"Hide! Oh my god— please, I can't—"
Her hands gripped his head, trying to push him away and pull him closer all at once. The pleasure was bordering on painful, a tight coiling knot in her stomach demanding release.
He didn't let up.
Instead, he redoubled his efforts — tongue circling faster, teeth grazing her swollen bundle of nerves, lips sealing around her with a suction that made her see stars. His free hand found its way between her thighs from below. One long finger slid deep inside her. Then two. Curling upward into that perfect spot that made her sob.
The wave crashed.
Ecstasy flooded through her — blinding, consuming, relentless. Her back arched off the bed, a strangled cry caught in her throat as her body convulsed around his fingers. He didn't stop. Didn't slow. He worked her through every shudder, every gasp, every helpless whimper until she was boneless and trembling beneath him.
Only then did he lift his head.
His chin was slick. His eyes were dark. And he was smiling.
"Damn... Already came before I finger fucked your pussy," he murmured.
Aeri couldn't even find the words to curse at him.
She could barely breathe. Her chest heaved violently as she struggled to come down from the high. Her entire body felt like jelly — boneless and trembling in the aftermath.
"I... hate you," she panted, throwing an arm over her burning eyes, utterly embarrassed. "You cheated."
"Hmm." He sounded entirely too pleased with himself. "I think I won fair and square."
"That was an unfair advantage, and you know it," she corrected weakly, though her body was already betraying her words — her thighs still trembled where they were spread wide for him, her core still pulsing with leftover aftershocks. "You and your cheeky dirty tactics."
Hide finally lifted his head from between her legs. He licked his lips — a slow, deliberate swipe of his tongue that made her jump and whimper simultaneously. His eyes were dark. Satisfied. Predatory.
"Did I?" he murmured, his voice low and rough. "Or did you just lose?"
Before she could respond, his tongue traced a path up her inner thigh. He moved like he was savouring the last drops of her essence, his stubble scratching deliciously against her oversensitive skin. When he reached the junction of her thigh and hip, he bit down — not hard enough to bruise, just enough to mark.
She gasped sharply, her hands flying down to cover her mouth. Her eyes widened as she watched him lick and suck at the spot, no doubt leaving a noticeable hickey.
The man was deliberately trying to brand her.
To mark her as taken.
And the worst part?
She was loving it.
Her thighs were spread wide, inviting him back for more despite her mind screaming protests. Her hips were already starting to gently pulse, chasing phantom pleasure.
When he finally lifted his head again, there was a clear love bite marring her otherwise perfect skin. He looked at it with unmistakable satisfaction, then leaned up to kiss her.
She could taste herself on his lips — musky, heady, intoxicating. It should have been disgusting. Humiliating, even.
But instead, it made her core clench with renewed hunger.
Hide pulled back just enough to look at her, his forehead resting against hers. His breath was warm against her mouth, still uneven from his own restrained desire.
"Still hate me?" he whispered.
Aeri swallowed. Her voice came out rough, wrecked.
"...Shut up."
He grinned. "Didn't think so.
He kissed her again — devastatingly slow and deep, unlike the hungry, demanding kiss from before. There was something almost reverent about it now, as if he was claiming every inch of her mouth with purpose.
Her hands found their way to his jaw, fingers tracing his sharp cheekbones before moving them back to his head. She kissed him back just as slowly, losing herself in the dizzying chemistry between them.
When he finally pulled back, his lips were swollen, glistening. His dark eyes searched hers intently.
"You still taste so fucking good, sweetheart."
She blushed, "Don't say stuff like that so casually."
"Why?" He pressed his forehead against hers, his voice a low rumble. "It's true. Every single inch of you tastes like heaven. Your neck. Your tits." He traced a thumb across her bottom lip. "Your pretty little cunt."
The crude words made her shiver. He was saying them deliberately, loving the way her body reacted to his filthy talk.
"Still," she managed.
"Still what, sweetheart?" His thumb pushed between her parted lips, rubbing slowly against her tongue. "You want me to lie? Pretend I don't fucking worship the ground you walk on? That I don't lose my mind when you're spread out like this for me?"
She gasped softly at the way he looked at her.
The intensity in his gaze — raw, unguarded, completely focused on her — made her breath catch in her throat. It wasn't just lust there. It was something deeper. Hungrier. More possessive.
Like he was looking at her. Aeri. Not just her body.
His hand cupped her face, thumb stroking her cheekbone softly.
"I-I should go," she said, slowly getting up.
His hand tightened on her waist instantly, pulling her back down with surprising gentleness.
"Why?" The question was soft but firm. "Because I told the truth? Because I enjoyed making you come apart for me?" He kissed her shoulder, then her neck. "Stay."
The way he said it — like a command wrapped in a plea — made her chest ache.
She wanted to stay. Desperately. Her body was still humming from his touch, her mind fogged by the intoxicating blend of pleasure and his undeniable presence. But staying meant acknowledging this thing between them — this magnetic, terrifying pull that she wasn't ready to name.
"I can't," she whispered. "I don't want to overstay my welcome. Plus, I have plans with my friends."
He let out a heavy sigh, his forehead resting against her shoulder. For a moment, he just breathed her in, his arms wrapped loosely around her waist.
"You sure I can't just keep you?" he murmured.
The way he said it — so light, so casual, like asking to borrow a sweater — made her heart stutter dangerously in her chest. He was half-joking, she could hear it in his voice. But underneath that lightness was something terrifyingly sincere.
"Nice try, big shot," She gently nudged his face. "You don't get to kidnap me today."
"Worth a shot." He pressed a kiss to her shoulder and let go of her waist. "Now go before I change my mind and decide to tie you to this bed."
She rolled her eyes, her heart racing at the mental image.
He watched her dress with a small smirk playing on his lips, enjoying the view and the way she hurried, pointedly avoiding his gaze. Once she was fully clothed, he got up from the bed, moving with a grace that reminded her of a large, predatory cat.
He handed her his phone.
"In case you need me to be your knight in shining armour. Or just to talk. Whatever you prefer."
She rolled her eyes but took it, quickly entering and saving her number before handing it back.
He pulled her closer and kissed her deeply. Slow and lazy, like he wasn't in a hurry anymore. Her lips tasted like him and hers combined, the evidence of what he'd done to her still lingering.
When he finally pulled back, her knees wobbled dangerously.
"Have fun with your friends," he murmured against her swollen lips, his thumb gently brushing away the smudge of her lipstick. "Try not to think about my tongue on your pussy too much."
Her face burned crimson. She shoved him lightly — more reflex than real resistance — before turning to leave, her legs still unsteady.
She barely made it three steps before his voice followed her.
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