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It’d been months since you last talked to Jeongguk; you cut off all communication. No texts, no phone calls. You couldn’t bring yourself to pick up the phone, knowing it was him on the other side. The ringing sent your heart rolling, a deep, sinking feeling that settled in your chest and never quite went away, even when the phone calls stopped coming in.
And yet, here he was, standing at your doorstep as if no time had passed.
“Jeongguk…?” You found yourself frozen at the sight of him, spellbound by those doe-like eyes as always. Everything about him made you ache. He looked the same, dressed the same: all black, tattoos peeking out at his shoulder and wrists. But some things were different. His hair was longer, new piercings, too. Still, he was breathtaking.
Immediately, you wished you’d dressed better when you answered the door instead of looking scrubby in an oversized t-shirt. Jeongguk’s t-shirt. You wished you’d never opened the door in the first place. You don’t know what you expected when you flung open the door, but it wasn’t him. All you could do was stare and wonder what the hell he was doing here.
“I needed to see you,” said Jeongguk, answering your unspoken question. He looked down at you beneath his lashes, eyes dark, heady. “Can we talk?”
You crossed your arms over your chest. “We both know you’re not here just to talk.”
Jeongguk chuckled, tonguing the side of his cheek as he stepped forward. “You’re right.”
You should have stepped back when he crossed the threshold, but you hesitated, that all too familiar musky, sweet scent of him flooded your senses and clouded your judgment.
“I want you.”
And that’s all it took. Jeongguk grabbed your jaw and kissed you, and all the walls you built to keep him out, to keep your heart safe, came crumbling down.
Jeongguk was all over you, and every sensation had you falling deeper, lost in him and the magnetic pull of his body. The cold kiss of steel at the corner of your mouth; the strong hand cupping the back of your neck, pulling you close as he kissed you senseless; the heat of his body when he pressed you against the wall, cock throbbing between your thighs.
And you didn’t stop him—worse; you wanted him closer. Your legs instinctively wrapped around his waist as he picked you up, gripping you by the meat of your thighs. It all happened so fast. You hadn’t even realized he’d kicked the door shut and carried you off into the bedroom until he laid you down on the bed.
Ever since you broke up, you’d been trying to ignore it: the part of you that craved him, still wanted more. You loved him; there was no denying it. But you weren’t good for each other. Everyone always told you to keep your distance from Jeongguk, that he was nothing but trouble. And deep down, you knew they were right.
Jeon Jeongguk was the devil.
So what the hell were you doing fucking your ex?
There’s something wicked about the way Jeongguk had you succumbing to his every need. The way you bend for him—quite literally- folded in half with your legs slung over his shoulders, pinned beneath the delicious weight of his body. Something sinful about the snap of his hips, the way his thick length stretched you past your limit as you cried out against the pleasure. Jeongguk’s pace was brutal as his hips pistoned into yours, hitting that spot that made you see heaven.
“Fuck, your tight,” Jeongguk groaned. You clenched down on him, walls fluttering at the sound of his voice in your ear. “And so wet. When’s the last time someone fucked you properly, baby?”
His words made you flush, but nothing was more embarrassing than your current position. You were a mess: thighs shaking, creamy cum dripping down your ass. You swore it would never happen again, but here you were, squirming underneath him, damn near breathless.
“Did you miss me?”
You didn’t reply—you couldn’t—mind still swarming from your high. You could barely form a coherent thought, let alone speak.
“I missed you,” Jeongguk said, licking a stripe up your throat that made you shiver, “Missed this pussy.”
He was relentless with his strokes, fucking you like he was making up for lost time: balls deep, burying himself inside you over and over again, like he couldn’t get enough. You whined and whimpered from the overstimulation, how it’s too much, too fast, but Jeongguk just kissed you through it, till the pain turned into pleasure. Tender, sweet kisses all over your face, your neck, your chest—even though his thrusts were anything but.
The way he fucked you was intense and brutal—just how you like it—-and it wasn’t fair. It wasn’t fair how he used your body against you. Not fair that he could make you feel so good, you almost forget how much he’s hurt you in the past. Almost.
The minute the thought crossed your mind, Jeongguk saw it on your face. He slowed down, wrapped your legs around his waist, and held you close, leaning in to touch foreheads in an embrace so intimate, you’d swear was making love to you if you didn’t know any better.
You’re familiar with this part—the apologies. Whispers in your ear of how sorry he is, how he tried to do as you asked, to leave you alone, but somehow, all roads led Jeongguk back to you.
“I swear I didn’t come over here to fuck; I came to apologize. But I couldn’t help myself. I never can, not when it comes to you.”
He whispered sweet nothings in your ear: I never stopped thinking about you. You make me wanna be a better man. I’ll be better. I’ll change.
I love you.
But you know by now it’s all just pretty, empty words. Jeongguk makes promises he’ll never keep.
“If you really loved me, you’d leave me the fuck alone,” you said.
He kissed you then, shutting you up and swallowing your words, all tongue and teeth as he rolled his hips into yours, fucking you harder, deeper. The room echoed with the sound of skin on skin, the pap, pap, pap of him filling you, again and again, abusing that spot inside you that made your toes curl.
“You know I can’t do that,” he said, moaning into your mouth. “I can’t walk away from you.”
You both knew it wasn’t true. Jeongguk has abandoned you time and time again, but right now, you didn’t care about the lies or how wrong it was to give yourself to a man who only ever loved you halfway.
All you cared about was how he made you feel. And no one else could make you feel like this: your body was on fire, thighs trembling as he angled his cock even deeper inside, so good could do nothing but gasp and hold on to him as he claimed you as his.
“Jeongguk!” you sobbed, the pleasure overwhelming. You were so close. And Jeongguk knew it. He reached down between you to rub sweet circles into your clit.
“Cum for me, (y/n).”
The combination of his touch and his hot voice in your ear had you spiraling. You came undone, back arched against the sheets, pussy throbbing as your orgasm hit you. Jeongguk fucked you through it, grinding hips into yours until he came, groaning into your neck as thick, white ropes painted your insides.
When you finally caught your breath, Jeongguk rolled over and pulled you against his chest, tattooed arm locked around your waist like he’s scared you’ll run away. And maybe you should. But you stay.
You always stay.
It felt nice to be held by him, right even. Your bodies fit together perfectly, like two pieces made whole. His embrace was familiar to you. And if you didn’t know any better, you’d think maybe, just maybe, you belonged in his arms.
But you know better.
You know better, and even though tonight Jeongguk was here, pressing kisses at your temple, telling you this time will be different, you know he won’t change. And neither will you. In the morning, you’ll wake up in bed alone with the space beside you empty and a heart full of regret, but the cycle will repeat.
Because Jeon Jeongguk is an addiction you can’t quit.