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Hi I'm new I have several ideas but Idk if there's a limit so I'll just do a enhypen one

Popular jock jay × nerd loser male reader

Jay and his friends are jerks but what they don't know is jay hooks up with male reader in the school bathroom during lunch

Our Secret

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Paring: Popular jock!Top!Jay × Nerd!Loser!Bottom!Male reader

Genre: smut

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"Come on, Jay, you're totally missing out," said Jake, one out of six of Jay's closest friends, as they congregated near the lockers before lunch. "You should have seen the fresh meat in the art room. They're like a bunch of scared rabbits waiting to be picked off." The group of jocks, known as "ENHYPEN" shared a round of laughter that echoed through the hallways, causing nearby students to glance over warily.

Jay couldn't help but feel a twinge of discomfort at Jake's words. He knew his friends could be harsh, but he had never quite seen them this way. They had always been a tight-knit group, bonded by their shared love of sports and their dominance in school social circles. But lately, their behavior had been escalating, and Jay found himself questioning if he truly belonged.

As they approached the crowded cafeteria, Jay spotted M/n sitting alone at a table in the corner, surrounded by untouched textbooks and half-hearted doodles. M/n was the school's resident nerd, often the butt of the ENHYPEN's jokes, but there was something about him that Jay couldn't ignore. his sharp intellect, his quiet dignity in the face of constant ridicule—it intrigued him. Jay had noticed M/n's eyes lingering on him during classes, filled with a mix of curiosity and wariness, and he couldn't deny the flutter of attraction he felt in return.

The bell for lunch rang, and the hallways emptied as students flooded into the cafeteria. Jay's friends moved to claim their usual table, the one that sent a clear message to the rest of the school: this was their territory. But Jay lingered, his gaze still on M/n. He knew he had to make a choice—stick with the group or take the risk and go to M/n. The decision was surprisingly easy. He broke away from the pack and headed towards the quiet corner.

As he approached, M/n looked up, surprise etched on his face. "Hey," Jay said, trying to sound casual as he slid into the chair across from him. "Mind if I sit?"

M/n's eyes narrowed slightly, assessing Jay's intentions. "What do you want?" His voice was guarded, expecting the worst.

Jay took a deep breath, suddenly aware of the weight of his decision. "I just wanted to talk. You know, like a human being," he said with a tentative smile.

M/n studied him for a moment before his expression softened. "Okay."

They talked about classes, teachers, and the upcoming exams, and Jay found himself genuinely enjoying the conversation. M/n was witty and insightful, and Jay was surprised at how much they had in common. He felt a pang of regret for not reaching out sooner, but he also knew that his friendship with M/n would be a secret. If his friends found out, they would never let him hear the end of it.

As they talked, Jay's hand accidentally brushed against M/n's, sending a jolt of electricity through him. He quickly pulled away, his cheeks flushing. He had never felt this way about a guy before, and it was both exhilarating and terrifying. He glanced around, making sure no one had noticed, and leaned in closer. "Look, I know this is weird, but I've got to tell you something."

M/n leaned in, curiosity piqued. "What's up?"

Jay swallowed hard, his heart racing. "I know you're not into guys," he began, his voice low, "but I can't help it. I… I like you."

M/n froze, his eyes wide. "What?"

Jay took a deep breath, his heart hammering in his chest. "I said, I like you. I know it's not what you're expecting, but I can't ignore it anymore."

M/n's eyes searched Jay's, looking for any sign of a joke or a setup for a cruel prank. But all he saw was sincerity and vulnerability. "Are you… are you serious?"

Jay nodded, his throat dry. "Yeah, I am. I know it's messed up, considering who I am and who you are, but I can't just pretend it's not there."

M/n blinked rapidly, processing the unexpected confession. "I… I don't know what to say," he stammered.

"You don't have to say anything," Jay rushed to reassure him. "I just wanted you to know. We can keep it between us."

M/n's gaze remained on Jay, contemplating the implications of his words. He felt a strange mix of emotions—flattery, confusion, and a hint of excitement that was immediately squashed by fear of what this could mean for both of them. "But what about your friends?" he whispered, glancing over at the ENHYPEN table where they were now watching with unabashed curiosity.

Jay's expression grew solemn. "They don't have to know. This can be our secret." He reached out and took M/n's hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. The warmth of Jay's touch sent a shiver down M/n's spine, and for a moment, he allowed himself to believe it could work.

But the cafeteria wasn't the place to explore these feelings. "I've got to go," M/n said abruptly, standing up and collecting his books. "I have a test to study for."

Jay's eyes widened in surprise. "Can we talk somewhere else, then? Maybe in the bathroom?"

M/n hesitated, his heart racing. The idea of being alone with Jay in such a private place was both thrilling and intimidating. But he also knew that the bathroom was one of the few spaces in school where they could be themselves without fear of prying eyes. "Okay," he murmured, and together they made their way to the nearest bathroom, their hearts pounding in unison with each step.

Once inside, Jay locked the door behind them, and the tension grew palpable. The room was dimly lit, the only sound being the distant echo of water in the pipes. They stared at each other for what felt like an eternity, the air thick with unspoken words and desires. Jay's hand found its way to M/n's cheek, his thumb tracing the line of his jaw as they moved closer. Their eyes searched for answers in the depths of the other's gaze before their lips met in a tentative kiss.

The kiss grew more urgent as the reality of their situation set in. Jay's athletic body pressed against M/n's smaller frame, and M/n felt the undeniable thrill of the jock's attentions. Jay's hands began to explore, his fingers dancing along M/n's collarbone and down to the hem of his shirt. M/n's breath hitched as Jay's hand slipped underneath, caressing the bare skin of his stomach. The sensation was overwhelming, and he found himself responding, his own hands fumbling with the buttons of Jay's shirt.

They stumbled into a stall, the door slamming shut behind them. Jay pushed M/n against the cold metal divider, their kisses growing more passionate. Jay's hand roamed lower, finding the bulge in M/n's pants, and he gasped as Jay's strong grip began to stroke him through the fabric. The feeling was intense, a delicious mix of fear and desire. They were both panting now, their breaths mingling in the small space. Jay broke the kiss to whisper, "Let me make you feel good."

M/n nodded, his eyes glazed with want. Jay unbuckled M/n's pants, freeing his erection, and took it in his hand. His touch was surprisingly gentle, despite the urgency of the moment. M/n's legs trembled as Jay's expert strokes sent waves of pleasure through him. He leaned back against the stall door, his head spinning. Jay's own pants were undone now, and he was stroking himself in time with M/n's gasps.

The sound of the bathroom door opening sent a bolt of panic through them, but it was only the hiss of the old pipes. They were still alone, their secret safe for now. Jay's hand moved faster, his grip tightening, and M/n knew he was close. He reached down and wrapped his legs around Jay's waist, pulling him closer. Jay took the hint, and with a grunt, he pushed into M/n without preamble. The pain was sharp but brief, replaced almost immediately by an intense fullness that made M/n's eyes roll back in his head.

They moved in a rhythm that seemed to defy the very air around them, their bodies fitting together in a way that was almost too perfect to be real. Jay's muscles tensed and flexed with each thrust, his breath hot against M/n's neck as he whispered dirty words that sent shivers down his spine. M/n's own hands were clutching Jay's shirt, holding on for dear life as the pleasure built inside him. He felt like he was going to break apart, but Jay's strong arms kept him anchored, kept him safe.

M/n could feel his climax approaching, his breaths coming in ragged gasps. Jay's eyes never left his, filled with a fiery need that seemed to burn through every inch of M/n's soul. He whispered Jay's name, and that was all it took for Jay to pick up the pace, driving into him with an urgency that was almost violent in its intensity. M/n threw his head back, his mouth open in a silent scream as he came, the warmth of his release spilling over Jay's hand.

Jay followed close behind, his own orgasm ripping through him like a storm. He buried his face in M/n's neck, biting down just hard enough to leave a mark. They remained there, their breaths mingling in the small space, for a moment that felt like an eternity. It was a moment of pure, unbridled passion that neither of them had ever experienced before.

As they both began to come down from their high, the reality of their situation crashed back in. Jay pulled out gently, his eyes searching M/n's for any signs of regret. But all he saw was a dazed look of satisfaction. "Are you okay?" he murmured, his voice thick with concern.

M/n nodded, his cheeks still flushed. "Yeah, I'm fine," he breathed, his voice barely above a whisper. "That was… intense."

Jay managed a small, shaky laugh. "Yeah, it was." He reached for a wad of toilet paper, cleaning them both up before helping M/n to stand properly. They stared at each other for a moment, the gravity of what they had just done weighing heavily on their minds.

"We can't do this again," M/n said, his voice cracking slightly. "What if someone finds out?"

Jay nodded, his expression serious. "I know. It's just… I couldn't resist." He stepped closer, his hand reaching out to caress M/n's cheek. "But we'll be careful. We'll find a way."

M/n pulled away, his eyes searching Jay's. "But what about your friends? They can't find out."

Jay's smile was tight. "Don't worry about them. They're not going to know unless you tell them." His thumb traced M/n's swollen bottom lip. "This is just between us."

M/n nodded, his heart racing. He knew the risks, but the thrill of the secret was intoxicating. They quickly straightened their clothes and Jay unlocked the stall door, peering out to ensure the coast was clear. They stepped out, trying to look as casual as possible, despite the tremors of pleasure still vibrating through their bodies.

The bathroom was empty, the echoes of their passion now just a memory. They walked back to the cafeteria, their steps measured and their eyes fixed straight ahead. The whispers of their classmates, the cackles of the ENHYPEN members, and the clatter of silverware faded into the background as they replayed the intensity of their encounter in their minds.

For the rest of the day, Jay couldn't focus on anything but the feel of M/n's body against his, the way his breath had hitched, the sweet sound of his moans. It was like a secret fire burning within him, threatening to consume him if he didn't get more. And he knew M/n felt it too, the way his eyes had searched Jay's when they'd parted, the way his hand had lingered on the stall door handle, as if he didn't want to leave.

The next day, the tension between them was palpable, but they both played it cool in public. Jay's friends noticed his distraction and teased him mercilessly, assuming it was one of the cheerleaders he'd been chasing. But Jay just took it in stride, his mind elsewhere.

During lunch, Jay made his way to M/n's usual spot, his heart racing with anticipation. M/n looked up from his book, and their eyes met, the secret shared between them like a silent promise. They exchanged a knowing smile, and Jay felt his heart flutter in his chest.

As the days turned into weeks, their secret meetings in the bathroom during lunch became a thrilling ritual. The danger of being caught added a layer of excitement to their encounters, making every touch, every kiss feel like a stolen moment of pure rebellion. Jay found himself looking forward to these meetings more than any game or party, the allure of M/n's intelligence and the intensity of their passion a heady mix that he couldn't resist.

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THE BOY NEXT DOOR

PAIRING: ENHYPEN's Park Jongseong x M!Reader

GENRE: Smut, Fluff, Angst

WARNING: i guess some intense smutty action ✨, not proof read

SUMMARY: Park Jongseong. The name is known widely as the infamous fuckboy of the 4th floor in your apartment building. He insisted he shares a room with you for the night as he is being stalked. What's the worst that could happen?

Another night where you had your headphones on for a couple of hours now, knowing that your nextdoor neighbor was at it, again. Fucking horny boys and girls in his apartment room. In fact, it seemed to happen too frequently that you pretty much caught onto his schedule when he would start having his fun that you even had your alarm for it on just in case you forget about all of it.

Damn, Park Jongseong was one horny guy.

After that, he would throw them out of his room and leave them there almost naked, giving zero shits whether they would get fucked again on their way back home. Besides, it was just a one time thing. Practically, fuck and go. No strings attached. What a heartless guy, I must say. After taking advantage of their heart, he just leaves them as though they were just toys for him to play with.

But, of course, those were only the stories you heard. You knew Jongseong more than anyone can think.

Your eyes travelled its way up to the digital clock you owned above your closet after staring at your phone, scrolling through your feed to pass time. You saw that it was already half past six in the evening and that's usually the time when Jongseong would always finish.

You wanted to make sure first that he was actually done, pulling on one side of your headphones. When you thought it was finally quiet, you slowly took it off and sighed to yourself. "Finally."

You got off your bed to move to the mini fridge you have where you stored all your bottled water, since you loved drinking cold water rather than lukewarm. Soon, there was a knock on your door which got you feeling confused since you weren't really expecting any visitor.

You heard another knock bringing you to your front door to open the door for the person outside of your room. "Who is..." You trailed off when you saw your next door neighbor standing in front of you. "Jongseong?" You heard a loud bark from beside him, later noticing his pet dog that made you coo at how the cute creature looked like.

She was wearing a pair of sunglasses which you knew Jongseong had put on her himself while she wore a very cute shirt with the tag 'I'M THE BEST DOG' written on the back of it. You kneeled down to match the height of it and started to pet her, Charlotte, as you remembered it, wagging her tail happily.

"Y/N, can you do me a favor?" You heard the taller male speak out, you looked up at him with a smile. Jongseong looked like he was hesitating to say what he had in his mind to you, judging by the way he would stumble through his words or how he would open his mouth to say something only to shut them close and repeat.

Without looking at him you give him a soft laugh, all the while giving Charlotte the best belly rub who was now lying on her back. "Speak up, Park," you said, with Jongseong hesitating for the nth time. You paused for a moment facing up towards the other male, your head tilted over to the side a little. "I can't read minds, you know," You joked in an attempt to lessen what Jongseong is feeling.

Jongseong sighed, blushing due to his embarrassment. Your words were all that he needed, pushing him to tell you the tiny favor he would like to ask of you. "Well, you see. It's er... can I and Charlotte crash at your place for the night?" Jongseong stuttered a little, trying to compromise, thinking of the right words to make it seem less inappropriate. "It's very important and I promise I won't do anything you don't want me to do," he quickly added.

You rolled your eyes at him, then standing back up knowing just how it had come to this. "Let me guess. Another stalker?" You asked him in a teasing manner, Jongseong immediately shaking his head in denial. You raised him a brow while crossing your arms.

Jongseong was still pressed on denying it, but the look on your face made him do otherwise. He could only sigh in defeat and hang his head low whilst nodding his head looking like a dejected dog, his shoulders slumped down. You gave him a pat on top of his head, practically on top of your toes.

You opened the door for him to enter, gesturing for him to get inside. "Come on in," you welcomed the male into your place, the blonde male replying with a muttered 'thank you' and a smile. Once he's settled inside, you close the door behind you. "Just don't use my apartment room as your new strip club."

Jongseong quickly snapped his head toward you and shook his head. "I promise you none of that will happen," Jongseong reassured you, while you took something out of your dresser's drawer. He hears a soft laugh from you, the taller male realizing that you were just teasing him, making him frown.

"I know. I trust you," you told him before you threw to him a spare key that you kept with you in case you lost the one you're currently using. You popped a loli into your mouth and sucked down the flavor of the sweets. "So, how'd you get in this situation? Again?" You asked him, walking towards your bed and sat on top of it.

Jongseong contemplates, before he looks back at you and your eyes stared back at him with full anticipation. He lets out a sigh. "Well, you see. Tonight, isn't that normal night," he answered, but you didn't completely understand what he meant to which you just stayed silent for, as a signal for the male to continue. "Believe it or not, I didn't bring anyone today because I'm having a test coming up tomorrow," he continued.

"That... still doesn't explain to me why you're getting stalked," you subtly persuade the male to tell you the leading cause of the unnecessary attention, but it didn't have to take any of that since Jongseong is willing to tell you everything. I mean, EVERYTHING.

He laughs softly at how impatient you are. "Just wait and listen," he mocks you in the most polite way possible, afraid that your attitude is brushing onto him. Though you don't meet often, you're the one who practically saves him from your lousy neighbors. So, it's starting to kinda reflect onto him.

You raised your arms and let the male do the speaking. "I asked to be recommended a tutor and found out one of the guys who applied is actually one of my past side flings. The same guy I told you about. The one who endlessly obsessed over me," Jongseong pointed out and you thought for a moment before you snapped your finger and points at Jongseong, your mouth agape in shock. "Yeap, yeah, exactly. I was shocked as well that he found any of my socials. It still got me thinking how he did it." Jongseong seeped air through his teeth, cocking his head to the side.

You got up from where you're sat and patted the male's back. "I may not be able to do anything about.. this. But, you'll be safe here inside," you stated out and went to pick up your towel from the rack to take a shower. "I'll only take a couple of minutes. I better not catch you peeking, Park,"

"Oh, god. Please." Jongseong scoffs at your cocky attitude, then he hears laughter from you before the door to your bathroom is shut closed. As soon as you got hidden inside of your bathroom, Jongseong hears the light taps of Charlotte's paw on the floor approaching him. She had something in here mouth. "Charlotte, don't go snooping around someone else's stuff," Jongseong gently told his pet dog who threw the item across the floor and let out a bark.

Jongseong looks at it confused. "What's this?" The male picks it up and draws it near to him. It looked like a pendant. Only it wasn't. He noticed the small crack around it, probably an opening and ran his finger over it, before it slowly opens and a music plays.

'Dear, don't fret. You are wonderful.'

It was a small holographic message. It looked too advanced, technologically speaking. Who could have made this? It's... brilliant. It feels like a memory locked in a device to help you remember. "This is... incredible. Don't you think so, too, Charlotte?" The female dog barks in reply and pants happily with her tongue out.

After a few more minutes, you stepped out of the bathroom with a fur robe on while you dried your hair with a towel. You catch the male staring, or admiring rather, at something and had a huge smile on his face. He looked very fascinated. "Whatcha got there, Jay?" The male didn't reply and continued to stare at the item. You chuckled.

You make your way towards him and only then that Jongseong is able to acknowledge your presence. "Oh, you're done? Sorry, I sorta got distracted by this. Whatever this is," Jongseong told you, the smile still etched onto his face. "It's so amazing," Jongseong makes a comment and your face splits into a smile.

You sat on the nearest chair beside the taller male and spoke up. "My dad made it for me," you shared to the male, whose mouth turned an 'o' shape in shock, turning his head to you. "He created it so I'd never feel homesick, but it only made it worse." You let out a light laugh, head hanging a little low, unable to look at Jongseong who found sympathy in you.

"You have a really great father, Y/N," Jongseong said with a soft smile. You lift your face up to look at the other male and decided that that was enough sentiment for the day and chose to tease Jongseong, again.

"And who told you to go snooping around my room?" You smirked, making Jongseong widen his eyes and point at his pet dog, who whimpers and lay flat on the floor while she covered her face with her paws, which you found incredibly cute as though she's able to understand your language. At this point, maybe she does. "I'm just kidding," you stood up from where you are sat and moved to your closet. You are about to get changed.

On instinct, Jongseong turns on his back and puts the pendant down on your table, but there is one thing he couldn't get off his mind. "I'm sorry. Y/N, just minutes ago, did you just call me 'J'?" Jongseong scrunched his face, not able to trust his ears. He might have misheard things.

As you threw on what you could see as cute in your closet, you replied with a hum. "Yeah, sorry. I should have thought first before I spoke. Does it bother you?" Your brows furrowed. You really had the the idea that you and Jongseong are already that close to be calling each other by nicknames.

Jongseong shakes his head in reply, but guessed you couldn't see. "No, not a even a bit," he answered. "It's just new to me, but I guess I'll get used to it eventually," he continued, before he heard the closet door close and the bed creak on your weight which could have only meant that you're done. "Are you finished?" He questioned for safety measures.

"Yeah. You can turn around now," you replied. Jongseong cautiously turns around, making you raise a brow. "So, you're scared of seeing a clothed body than a nude?" You scoffed.

"No, no. It's not like that. I mean you're a very close friend. And if I were to see you naked accidentally that would mean an awkward atmosphere around us," Jongseong full on explained and hearing that the male considered you as a close friend made your heart swell in happiness.

You propped yourself down on your bed with your hands. "Point taken," you told Jongseong. "By the way, if you didn't bring anyone with you tonight, then what was the noise in your room all about?" Your curiosity got the best of you as you looked over at Jongseong who had his lips pushed into a pout and a blush on his face.

Oh, it's those kind of days.

You breathed in air through your nose and tapped your feet on the floor. "Well, Jay. I have to stop by the convenience store. Anything you want?" You stood up to take out your wallet and fix a few things where your other important items are hidden.

The taller male lit up at the mention of having to go outside. "Can I come with you?" Jongseong asked, a little too excited. Almost like a kid who wants to go only for the car ride.

You turn to him, a big smile riding on his lips, before you return to securing your things. "Uhm, are you sure? Wouldn't that be a little dangerous?" You started to make your way to the clothing rack where some of your coats are hanging. "Considering you have a stalker that's on the loose," you stated to which made Jongseong knit his brows.

"Damn those pricks," Jongseong whispered under his breathe, still loud enough for you to hear though. He tried looking for excuses, but only found the shorts you are wearing. "And how about you? You can't possibly be going out with just that," he pointed out.

You looked down and faced him with an 'are you kidding me' look. "What about it? They're loose jersey shorts. You should be more concerned about yourself. You could catch a cold with what you're wearing. A tank top and thigh length shorts." you told him yet Jongseong was already on his way out with Charlotte. "What is up with this guy?"

In the end, even when you felt skeptical with other male, you still let him sleep over for the night. When you arrived, the male kept on insisting he stayed. The poor male looked shaken up by something you can't determine, so here you are in one bed with Jongseong who is barely in anything, but a boxer after you tried to resist him from sleeping on the floor and it made falling asleep hard for you.

It ain't helping either that you used to have a big fat crush on the older male when you first arrived here in this building. Keyword: USED. After you realized he had a fuckboy tendency and it just didn't seem quite right to you.

You let out a sigh and your eyes went over to the time on your clock. '2:31 A.M', it reads and all you could do is groan silently, your eyes clenched shut at your distress.

You opened the bedside lamp to at least illuminate a small portion of the room as you rubbed your stinging eyes. You feel so tired, but your thoughts are circling around your head endlessly like your own brain is trying to torture you, but you have no choice. You brought yourself onto this and now you have to pay.

You looked over to the other side to see Jongseong sleeping so soundly. Like a baby, safe in his mother's arms. At the sight, a small smile made its way up to your lips. "At least someone's able to get some sleep," you muttered out with a scoff, before you adjusted the blanket, so it covered him comfortably. He might be cold already considering that you put the temperature down a few degrees down, yet he still had the strength to get almost completely naked.

You watched him snore lightly. He looks so peaceful. Has he always looked this good in this light? You thought to yourself, as your gentle grin stayed on your face.

You gave a sigh and moved a few hair strands that got in the way of his face, but were immediately stopped by the older male who took ahold of your wrist which made you flinch. His grip was gentle.

You quickly averted your attention to his eyes which you felt started to bore holes into your skin. His face is dimly lit by the lamp on your table, but he still looked so ethereal. "Y/N, what are you doing to me?" His sudden question made you look at him confused.

He sat up from the bed, all the while the hem of the blanket falling to his waist which gave you a just right view of his structured abdominal muscles. "I... I don't understand," you replied to him, Jongseong sighing audibly loudly.

"Ever since you arrived in this building, nothing ever went well for me," Jongseong continued, that got you taken aback as you pulled your arm away from the male whose eyes lingered onto you.

You raised him a brow, feeling literally offended at what he had just said. After you let him spend the night at your apartment, this is the thanks you get from him? "Excuse me? Be at least grateful—"

"Let me finish," Jongseong cuts you off mid-sentence with a chuckle and you folded your arms on your chest and you gave him the stage, letting him hit the microphone with whatever he had to say. "See, this will sound weird, just giving you a heads up, but I just... I can't get it up," he stated.

You scoffed at him in disbelief. "And that's supposed to be MY fault?" For your entire existence you've never had a person blame you for their erectile dysfunction and hearing this from Jongseong—the male you only considered your friend right now—is blaming you that he couldn't get an erection because of you. That's just completely fucked up.

"Yes," Jongseong replied, rather more solemn than bluntly. Your jaw dropped at his reply and your instinct was to just kick him out of your apartment, but he looked like he had a lot of things going on inside his head. Before you could even reply, Jongseong faces you with a bittersweet smile riding on his lips. "Because I like you, Y/N. I've liked you since... I don't know, before we even started talking which was like almost two years ago. And I couldn't get you out of my head. I didn't want to make you feel sexualized or in any form, sexualize your image. I can't do that to you, Y/N," he said, ending with a tone that told you he is truly genuine and truly cared about you.

You could only look at him with furrowed brows, your mouth opened, but unable to make a noise. You were shocked, to say the least. In the middle of the night, all because Jongseong had a problem with his hormones, confessed to you out of nowhere. Who wouldn't be so surprised with that sudden news?

"Jay, I... uhm," you let out, hesitant.

"It's fine, Y/N. You really don't have to say anything if you don't feel like it. Besides, hearing a reply without much of any—" he is stopped the same way, but you've put a finger on his lips to make him go quiet.

"I don't need time to think about everything, Jay," you replied, a small smile on your lips. You trailed off, trying to find out how to start, but you thought giving it to him directly would be the best way. "I like you, Park Jongseong. Less than you think, though. Look, I don't know when it actually started, but it gave me the ick that you're actually a call boy, but I thought I would have done the same for a check," you laughed lightly.

"Uh, thanks?" Jongseong let out, one brow raised upward.

You sighed. "What I'm trying to say is that, I like you, Jay. I love your personality, I love the way you care for me, your dog, your family, or the way you'd always update me about—" Jongseong gave you no chance to finish what you're saying and spare you no time to adjust as he grabbed the back of your neck and planted his lips onto yours.

You were quick to process as you melted into the kiss, your eyes shutting closed while your hands instinctively found themselves in his soft bleached locks, your fingers entangled within it. Your heads and lips perfectly sync with each other, untamed thoughts circling around your head like a broken record. They were unruly, but it somehow made your heart feel full.

It's like on a winter night and you start the fireplace to warm the room. You don't even remember any sense dawning over you as you just let yourself in to the spur of the moment as though your whole life depended on it.

A few minutes in and Jongseong decides to deepen the kiss, as he slides one hand under the pit of your leg, rising ever so slowly as he lifted the bottom hem of the jersey shorts you wore, a soft moan moving past your mouth, the older male swallowing the sweet sound. You feel one side of his lips curve into a smirk, satisfied with the reaction he received from you.

You were probably gonna regret this later on; being treated like one of Jongseong's clients, but you wanted his touch. You NEEDED his touch. You craved everything he can give. You yearned for his warmth. You need him, in general.

It's like he's some kind of drug that made you suddenly feel addicted with one taste and you know for a fact that you'll never be able to get out of this sensation.

Jongseong nipped at your bottom lip, asking for permission. As a reply to his request, you slowly parted your lips for access. With not much time to lose, Jongseong (gently) delved into the depths of your wet cavern, cupping your cheeks as he started to search for your tongue.

Thinking the placement was uncomfortable, the blonde male repositions himself, so he's fully facing you, all the while never breaking contact. Your tongues danced together, both in different pace, but found a way to synchronize with each other, as though harmonizing.

Whilst your tongues played with each other, your hands went down to feel his biceps, which you found attractive with all the muscles surrounding it. Your fingers smoothly glided over the protruding skin of his arms, still too high on the kiss to even focus somewhere else other than the shape of his lips. It's like they were carved to fit yours perfectly.

For a breather, Jongseong was the first to pull away, breaking the kiss as you start to already miss the intimacy. Hearing a whimper unconsciously leave your throat, Jongseong chuckles. "In a second, angel. We still have to breathe, you know," he smirks. Right now, his sight of you just raised the gauge of his sex drive higher.

As everything had started to heat things up inside the room already, you could no longer wait. You're feeling hot and the way he looked so sexy just made you want him to just take you; make him claim you as his only possession.

While Jongseong tried to find a better position, you sunk down to become face to face with his clothed crotch. This went unnoticed by the male, not until he felt a shiver run down his spine when he felt your finger om the waistband of his boxers that he looks at you, while your eyes were already clouded with lust.

"Y/N, what are you—ah," he moans at the contact of his clothed member on your open palm, teasing him before you pulled down the only item that restricted you from its full glory, his cock coming in contact with the cold air of your room. "Shit.." The male let out when he felt your tongue line the underside of his cock.

"A-ah, Y/N. I didn't—ah," Jongseong sighed at the pure pleasure you were giving him. Out of pure desperation to aatosfy the taller male, you fit the tip of his thick rod in your mouth, which earned you a hiss from the blonde as a hand found its way on top of your hair. "Shit, Y/N, ah... stop teasing," He moaned, feeling your tongue swirl around his girth, the older male pushing his head back, feeling so much bliss.

Soon enough, your chest swelled with pride as you made a spur of the moment decision to take the whole male inside your mouth, while Jongseong hitched in place, an electrifying sensation running down his back. "FUCK!" He moaned out, unconsciously pulling at your hair.

You bobbed your head up and down, only then taking the few inches you could take inside your mouth (after a realization that he was too big to take whole) and jerked him off to compensate for it. Jongseong seeped air through his mouth, peering down at you only to see that your eyes was looking up at him as he had the perfect view of your lips perfectly curled around his cock.

He got more turned on by the sight of you and could no longer hold himself back anymore, raising his hands to hold onto the back of your head and forced his whole length inside your throat, which made you gag and choke, earning a satisfied whistle from Jongseong who chuckled and caressed your beautiful face. "I can see that you were trying, Y/N, but you weren't trying hard enough." The male smirked, then went on with his plan to assault your unaccustomed throat in a fast pace, tears forming in your eyes as they rolled themselves at the back of your head over the euphoria that Jongseong brought to you by constantly hitting the back of your throat.

"Shit, fuck," Jongseong cursed through gritted teeth, the vibrations of your moan only sending a satisfying sensation to his girthy dick, you knew immediately that he was feeling good. "So, you were waiting for this to happen all this time, huh?" He questioned you, not stopping with his erratic movements.

If you hadn't lost all your senses, you wouldn't have let yourself be treated like you're a thirsty slut, but the pleasure is unbearable and at any moment you felt like your mind will finally break.

Without thinking much about it, you nodded your head in reply and the smirk on Jongseong's face only grew wider. "Me too, babe," He said and continued on violating your mouth, resorting to a more inhuman speed and laughing darkly at how easily you submitted to him, liking the idea that if he ever felt pent he could easily just run to you and you'd just let him use you, but of course he wasn't a bad guy to take advantage of you. It's just an idea. An impossibly dream, if you must.

"Damn, angel. Didn't know your mouth could do so much wonder," Jongseong groaned, you holding onto his thighs for dear life, hoping your neck wouldn't break at how strong his thrusts were.

You knew how much Jongseong is capable of being rough with anyone, he literally goes down with any sex play—it's not eavesdropping, it's overhearing—but damn, you never knew him being this rough with you would be so fucking hot. Even having to experience it firsthand.

"Maybe we can do more than just this, Y/N. Weren't for us having to rest for our class tomorrow." It was nice of the male to think of your welfare, but it already reached this far and he'll let go with just a simple blowjob? You wished he's just joking.

Jongseong's pace went unbelievably animalistic, suddenly not caring about how you were now crying due to the pleasure, finding it fun how those tears stained your cheeks like they were the perfect decoration on your face, him abusing your throat with all the strength he had left until he started to convulse and buried his dick deep inside your throat and filled your mouth up with his cum, feeding you every last drop, not spilling anything as it ran down yoir throat.

He was a panting mess as he stared down at you, finding it adorable that you were so fucked up and was made a mess of by him.

He thrusts a few more time to ride out his high, before he caressed your cheeks softly, then pulling his now flaccid cock and puts a finger below your chin to lift your face up. "Not a single drop, darling. Open your mouth," He demanded of you, you complied as you opened your mouth with you tongue rolled out.

Jongseong, feeling satisfied, bent down to your height and kissed you on the forehead. "Well done, angel," he said, then fixed himself up and helped you up to your feet with a slight chuckle. "You're already weak to your knees? We still haven't even got to that part yet, Y/N," He teased you that immediately made you blush.

"Sh-shut up, Park," You told him, your voice a little hoarse, Jongseong being the reason why.

The next morning you woke up, with your eyes still feeling heavy and the memory of what happened im the middle of the night engraved in your head.

You soon realize that the bed was empty and the space beside you where Jongseong slept has now gone cold. It dawned over you like a bucket of cold water. "I should have known. I was just one of his clients," you mumbled to yourself.

"You're not a client, Y/N," a voice started from somewhere in the room, which startled you as you got up immediately and saw Jongseong by the window reading a book, in a bath robe.

Jongseong looks at you and you did as well. You were in different clothes. Did he get you changed? "I, uhm, I thought you left," you stumbled in your words. You didn't want to sound too desperate.

"I wouldn't. I would never," he replied, before he closes the book and approached you with I want to be your partner." Jongseong looks at you with his eyes full of sincerity and truthfulness. "If you're doubting my words, I'll prove to you by my actions. I will stop these vices," he stated out with determination in his voice.

"Jay... you weren't being stalked, were you?" You asked him which took the male aback. "You just wanted to spend time with me," you concluded that made him blush a deep red color. You found it cute at how he gets very flustered easily, before you threw your hands around him for a hug. "And I would have done the same if I were you," you said as the taller male, wrapped his arms around you to keep you close to him.

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Welcome to the Dollhouse

Summary: Y/n is down on their luck making financial ends meet. When a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity forces them into a bargain that can't refuse. Now, they find themselves at a party searching for a partner but the person they get is someone they'd never expect.

Notes: Male Reader, Dubious Contracts, Financial Struggles, Idol Jay, Enhypen exists, Fake names, Kissing

Wordcount: 6.9k

It’s funny to think about how much money can buy. Many people say it can’t buy happiness, love, or fulfillment. But when push comes to shove. Money makes the world go round…

Being in college was all you wanted. A chance to get an education that was enough to get you away from the boring life that awaited you if you decided to miss out. Moving to a big city, far away from your parents wasn’t even the hard part. It was paying for college… You managed to land a decent scholarship, as long as you did your school work and did some volunteering to make the school look good then you’d be safe to coast through without any worries. Or that was the case. In your second semester of freshman year, one picture put you dead in the water.

It was your first party. No parents to worry about what time you’d be back. Friends watch you in case things get too crazy. And a cute guy who invited you. A frat boy.By the end of the night, videos of you drinking online circulated. And being a year under the drinking age wasn’t a good look either. The school tore away your scholarship, you were lucky they didn’t expel you. You didn’t have the heart to tell your parents what happened, so you had to find a way to pay for school alone. You looked for private loans, but most wouldn’t accept you without a guarantor, someone to pay them back if you couldn’t. And working odd jobs wouldn’t earn you enough money before the next semester. That’s where The Dollhouse entered the picture. 

This was the sixth bank you’d visited. You were desperate. Waiting for the subway, you were approached by a man in a long black coat. He was older than you, but not by much, his early thirties max. He wore a black shirt and pants, with black hair to match. He was almost like a shadow… if shadows were handsome men. “Excuse me, you dropped this!” He exclaimed as he rushed over to you. He had your phone in his hand, ready to offer it to you.

You must’ve dropped it at the bank. “Thank you so much! I’d be dead without this.”

“You should be more careful! You never know what kind of people you’ll meet. Stranger Danger and all that.”

You giggled. He sounded like your Dad saying that. “Aren’t you a stranger?”

He tilted his head to the side, pondering your point. “I suppose so. You can call me Seo-jun.”

“I’m y/n. Sorry for making you chase me here, and thanks again for bringing me my phone.”

He shook his head. “It’s no problem. I have to go this way for work anyway.”

“What kind of job do you have?”

“I’m sorta like a manager. I help connect people looking for work with clients looking for workers.” Seo-jun smiled wryly. “But right now, business is down. Some workers quit recently, and our clients want more new faces.”

You felt a pang in your stomach. You’d been cutting out meals to save money and your job was still only paying minimum wage. Considering you had a bit of free time, you took a chance. “I could lend a hand. I could use the money, and you did help me. It’s only fair that I return the favor.”

Seo-jun’s smile faded a bit. “Um… You’re a nice kid. But I don’t think our work is good for you.”

Originally you were offering just to be nice, but now your interest was piqued. “W-Why not?” 

“Don’t be like that. You look like a hard worker, but it’s not ordinary work. The paychecks are nice, but I’d hate to see such a good kid like you work there.”

“How well does it pay?”

“That’s beside the point–”

“How much does it pay!?” You demanded.

“Depending on your client. After fees from management, I’ve seen some workers make over $4,000 in less than a week of work.” Seo-jun sighed.

4k in a week could set you up for the entire semester before the end of the summer, and then some! “Take me to work with you! Please!” Seo-jun tried not to look you in the eye, but you gripped his arm and refused to let go. “Then you’ll have to walk with me there. I’ll just talk to your boss.”

“Woah, woah. I’ll take you there, just don’t make a scene. People are staring,” He whispered, trying to peel you off him.

Thankfully it wasn’t too far of a train ride. You spent it wondering what kind of work they’d had you do. You weren’t well-dressed, having sold off most of your nice clothing. Maybe if there were uniforms, then your clothes wouldn’t be much of a problem. Seo-jun was silent for most of the ride, texting someone. His face was dark, which made his face stand out more. He wasn’t just pretty, he was extremely handsome. His black hair settled on his forehead and dipped slightly past his eyebrow making him even more attractive. The type of look no one could get enough of. And a few of the girls on the train agreed with you, from how they stared.

Seo-jun guided you off the train after another five stops. You walked a few blocks, turned a corner, and approached a black building wedged between two pale ones. Before knocking, Seo-jun looked at you. “Are you sure?”

You nodded. “I think I can handle it.” You were a bit nervous. There weren’t many people on this street, and the building was tall and imposing in the quiet neighborhood.

Seo-jun knocked on the door. It cracked open, and a big man with tattoos peeked through the crack. Once he registered who was at the door, it closed again before opening completely. Seo-jun said nothing as he entered the building, and you closely followed behind him. The large man shut the door behind you. Now you saw him completely, he looked more like an NFL player. He could easily throw you around if he wanted to. Seo-jun didn’t pay the man any mind, walking forward as he passed several doors. Each had a sign on it. Most said open and a few said occupied. The doors were closed and looked pretty heavy. It was so quiet, you could only hear the sounds of your footsteps on the tile. Seo-Jun led you to an office at the end of the hallway, putting in a key from his pocket and unlocking it. He sat down behind the desk, which was covered with papers. 

“Come in and take a seat, y/n.” 

You sat down in the chair in front of the desk. The room had a red velvet wall, and pictures of models. Or at least, they seemed like models. All of them were men in their early twenties, each was different but handsome. You even saw one that looked like Seo-Jun.

“Is that you?” You pointed at the photo.

Seo-Jun didn’t look. “Not anymore. That was a long time ago.” You raised an eyebrow. He looked almost the same in the photo as in front of you. But maybe it wasn’t the best time to push him to spill more. 

“Why are you looking for money?” Seo-Jun questioned.

“College. It’s expensive, ya know?”

He scoffed. “Yeah. I know. Don’t you have parents, or any other family who can help?”

You shook your head. “That’s not an option.” Thinking about your family left a bitter taste in your mouth. They’d be so disappointed if they knew how bad things had gotten.

He pursed his lips like he understood the feeling. “How much money do you need?”

“Ideally, enough for school.”

“Give me a number.”

“It’s about $10k a semester. More if I live on campus.”

“Okay, and when school’s not in session, do you have a place to live? Around here, specifically.” You shook your head. You caught yourself about to talk about your family home, but maybe it was best not to… Seo-Jun typed a few things on a calculator on his phone, opened a laptop, and waited for it to start. “Okay. If you start working with us, it's like this. We’ll give you the money and other necessities you need, and you have to work off that amount.”

“You’ll give me the money?”

“I’ll have you log into your student account, and I’ll pay your semester in advance now. But that’s only if you accept our offer.”

“Of course!”

Seo-Jun sighed. “Please hear me completely before you decide.” He straightened his back as he pulled the laptop closer to him. He typed a few things before turning the computer around, and showing you the screen. It was a camera feed. “This is what we do.”

You watched closely. It looked like a guy your age was in a room with another person. They were talking. You were about to look away, shrugging it off before you saw the boy kneel on the ground. He was doing something to the older man’s pants. You leaned in to see, but the camera wasn’t clear enough.

“What is this?”

“This is the job. Be a partner for your clients, whatever that means for them. Then they’ll pay you for the service.” Seo-Jun’s jaw went slack. “Like I said, this isn’t an ordinary job. But if you take it, we’ll take care of you. You’ll have a home and meals, and we’ll keep our end of the bargain and pay for school.”

You sat back in your chair as the reality of the offer landed on you. Being hired, partner… A fancy way to say, prostitute. Was this really the only way?

“I know that you don’t want to pressure your family with your financial situation. And I’ll be honest, we didn’t bump into each other by mistake.” Seo-Jun pulled your phone out of his pocket.

You didn’t even realize you’d dropped it…

“You didn’t drop it. I stole it. I needed an excuse to talk to you, and for you to trust me. I know you’ve been looking for loans, but can’t get any.” Seo-Jun leaned forward, placing his elbows on the desk. “We need workers, and you need our help. Or… does your sweet mother wanna hear about your scholarship?”

A cold sweat ran down your neck. You’d walked right into a cage and didn’t even realize it. “What scholarship?” You gulped.

“The one you lost. It’s a shame. How one mistake can ruin everything for you, isn’t it?” Seo-Jun put a video on the laptop, the same one that ruined your chances of living a normal college life. “We can make it so the video never sees the light of day again, as a bonus for signing with us. You won’t have to worry about mommy seeing it, or knowing how you lost your scholarship. You’ll have school paid for, and have time to study. All you need to do is be a worker.” Seo-Jun pulled a piece of paper from a stack on his desk, a pre-printed contract, with your name at the top. “You can read through it if you’d like. Everything I promised is in there.”

Seo-Jun placed the paper on the desk, sliding it toward you, with a pen on top.

“How can you do this to people?” You mumbled.

“It’s never easy. I did try to give you a warning, but you insisted.”

“That was before I knew this!” You wanted to throw the paper at him and storm out, but your legs were glued to the seat. This was a once-in-a-lifetime offer.

“I’ll also mention. Any extra “gifts” you get from your clients will be yours to keep. Frequently, we get high-profile clients who love to have specific partners they visit. And they bring them gifts every time they visit; from clothes and jewelry to cars and even buildings.” Seo-Jun stood from his seat, walking around the desk to lean on it close to you. “It’s a good deal. Fair and transparent. If you’re lucky, you’ll be out fast. And your identity is completely concealed within our walls. No one will ever know you worked here unless we want them to know.” He picked up your hand and the pen, placing them together. “So, what’s the call?”

Your jaw was so tight, you struggled to speak, “C-Can I sleep on this?” 

“No. Once you walk out the door, the offer’s gone.” He said flatly.

The pressure was too much. You couldn’t think of anything. There was no real way out, and this was too good of an offer to pass. Even if you refused, how could you afford the new semester? You sighed heavily before moving the pen to the paper, slowly signing your name. The red ink flowed on the paper, drying into a deep crimson like you were using your blood to sign.

“Excellent. As of today, you’re a part of the Dollhouse.” Seo-Jun snatched the paper off the desk, folding it and tucking it into his back pocket. “Here’s this back,” He handed your phone back to you. “One more thing, if you violate our contract or try to run. We’ll drag your ass back here faster than you can blink. If not then your parents will have to pay off the loan.”

Your head hung. Guilt sat on your shoulder as you leaned back in the chair. This was your fate now…

Seo-Jun handed you a card. “You’ll go back to your dorm. When you do, call this number and answer whatever questions they ask. We’ll have to come by in about a week for measurements.”

“What measurements?”

“We need your body measurements to advertise you. And we’ll have to dress you, give you a nice haircut, and dress you up. Which, the Dollhouse will pay for. This will add to your debt, naturally.”

“I-I don’t want it then!”

“If you don’t look nice, no one will ask for you. If not, then you won’t make any money. If you make us no money, you’ll be stuck in our arrangement for a while.” Seo-Jun frowned. “I don’t enjoy this, so let’s make this as easy as possible. There’s an event next week where new clients can meet our workers clandestinely. It’s like a mixer, speed-dating. That’s your best way to get a high-roller on your account to support you.”

You rolled your eyes. “This is so stupid. Why would anyone pick me anyway?”

Seo-Jun glared at you. “Do not talk about yourself like that. If you start looking down on yourself, clients can tell you don’t value yourself. If you can value yourself, how can you value them?”

Seo-Jun sent you back on your way, giving you directions back home. The ride back home felt like hours. All you could do was try not to cry. You tried so hard to come to the city to be someone different than how you could’ve been back home, but it wasn’t supposed to be like this. You got back to your dorm. It was dark and quiet, just like that building. You were lucky enough not to have any roommates. No one to hear you cry yourself to sleep…

In the morning, you woke up as your phone rang. You rolled over, ignoring the call. But it rang, again and again. After the fourth phone call in a row, you looked at it. It was an unknown number.

You answered cautiously. “H-Hello?”

“Y/n? Have you lost your mind?” Seo-Jun said, with disappointment in his tone.

“How did you get this number?”

“I stole your phone. I knew I had to get your number too. Just in case you ran off.” He sighed. “I thought you did for a moment. That would’ve been a lot of trouble for the both of us… Why didn’t you call me when you got home?”

You’d completely forgotten about calling the number on the card. “Sorry. It slipped my mind.”

“Let’s get rid of that habit. Being forgetful isn’t cute. Some clients will call you at different times of the day and don’t take kindly to being ignored. You’ve got a job that’s busier than full-time. It’s 24/7.”

“Well, what do you want, Seo-Jun?”

“When we’re talking business, please call me Mr. Seo-Jun.”

You groaned but knew he wasn’t joking. “What do you want, Mr. Seo-Jun?”

“I need you to tell me your school login. I want to see your schedule for classes and pay your bill.” You told him without any fuss. You were too tired to give a damn anymore. “There’s a good boy. Now, you can go back to the rest of your week. I’ll keep in touch.”

Seo-Jun hung up before you could answer him. It was Wednesday, meaning your classes started later in the day. You took your time showering and picking out clothes. It was thirty minutes before class when you went to the bus stop. Like clockwork, your friend, Eun, waited for you to arrive.

Eun was a friend you made during the first semester of college. He was 5’9” and goofy, often laughing at his jokes like a comedy club. He probably heard a laugh track in his head when he told jokes. He usually dressed in bright-colored shirts, denim jeans, and a big smile. He was also there for you when you’d gone through the frat party fiasco. Most of your “friends” had ditched you, throwing you under the bus for drinking to save their necks. But Eun was the only one who stayed by your side.

Eun waved at you as you walked toward him. “Good morning!”

“Morning, Eun.”

He studied your face for a moment. “Yeesh, what happened? You look like you had a rough sleep.”

“Thanks, buddy. You always know just what to say…” You sighed as you looked up at the sky.

“I wasn’t trying to be funny. Seriously dude, are you okay?”

You nodded. “I’m fine.”

“If you’re sure… then, you’ll wanna hear about how Enhypen are coming to the area to perform.”

Your eyes bulged. “Enhypen’s coming here!? No fucking way, when!?”

“The news dropped this morning. They’re holding a small concert on campus around next week!” 

Your stomach churned. Next week!? That’s when the mixer was supposed to be. Maybe you could ask Seo-Jun for a day off to attend the concert…

Eun saw your smile drop. “Hey, dude, seriously. What’s going on? Normally you’re super excited about this kind of stuff.”

“I am. I’ve got some stuff happening next week, so I hope they don’t overlap.” You prayed that it would be some swift joke that would pass you by…

The next few days passed, and you kept a close eye on your phone. Not a single call or text from your new boss. Or would your owner be the right word? You checked your school login a few days ago, and your school bill for the next semester was already paid in advance. It was good to know Seo-Jun was a man of his word. But it also meant that everything else he’d said would pass too. It wasn’t until Monday that you got some news. 

The Enhypen concert was on a Friday. Which made sense, students would stay on campus all the time. So why not have a concert that night? However, your morning was disturbed by a call. You answered it immediately.

“Hello?”

“Good job answering the first time. You’re learning.” You could hear the smirk on his face.

“Let’s get to the part where you tell me what you want.”

“To the point it is. The date of the mixer is set to be this Friday night, it’ll be pretty late so get your homework done in time.”

You rolled your eyes. “Like you care about my schoolwork.”

“Of course I do. I’m the one paying for it.”

“What time exactly is the mixer?”

“Why?” Seo-Jun questioned.

“Well, there’s a concert happening on campus and I wanted to go–”

Seo-Jun sucked his teeth. “No. You’re expected to be here before sunset so we can get you ready. Tardiness will only put the whole team behind schedule, and some client’s time is precious.”

“But–”

“Be here. Friday. After class. Bye.” Seo-Jun hung up without another word.

You huffed a heavy sigh as you texted Eun that you wouldn’t attend the concert. Naturally, he was concerned about why and questioned you, but you lied about having a family matter to attend to. He promised to take videos for you at least. It left you feeling like a dog on a leash. Any time Seo-Jun pulled on it, you had no choice but to follow his orders. In the days before the mixer, he asked you more questions about the style of clothes you’d enjoy, strengths, weaknesses, talents, quirks, birthmarks, anything you hated, and even your allergies.

On Friday, after your last class. There was a black SUV waiting outside your dorm. Walking past the suspicious car, the window rolled down. “Just going to ignore me?” Seo-Jun’s voice whistled out. You turned to see him sitting in the back seat. “Get in. Time for fitting.”

“I just got home. Don’t I get to change or something?”

“Does it matter? You’d just be changing just to change again. You’ll have time to relax while waiting for the mixer to start.” You got in the car, tossing your backpack in. The car was nice. You didn’t recognize the driver. 

Seo-Jun handed you a folder. “Does everything in here look right?”

You opened it. It was almost like a resume, all about you. From an approximate height and weight to even an ethnicity check. “How did you guess my ethnicity? I didn’t tell you that.”

He shrugged. “The internet is a scary place. If you’ve put it somewhere online before, it's on the dark web.” They closed the folder and tucked it into a briefcase. “So, let me explain the mixer a bit. Generally, it's an event for our workers to meet new clients. But also for some of our clients to show off to their rich buddies and convince them to invest in our services. Be presentable, flexible, and obedient to earn attention.” Out of the briefcase, Seo-Jun produced pictures of young men pandering to their clients. “Now, we never call our clients “clients” to their face. They’re our partners. And you’ll need a persona. Something that’s already similar to who you are so you don’t need to act too much. Some like them feisty, others like our boys a little more submissive.”

“How do I come up with one?”

“Don’t, just be you and they will. Once you’ve got one, then stick to it. The savior types might be your best bet, so maybe you’ll get them with a sort of damsel persona.”

“Savior types?”

“The ones who get off on the fact they’re helping you. Like they’re the only ones who ever could, so you need them to save you.”

There was so much nuance to this… It made your head hurt just thinking about it. 

Seo-Jun studied your expression. “It’s your first one, so don’t worry about standing out. You’ll be standing with the newbies, like a puppy in an adoption bin. All the newbies are workers without a regular client, so they’re a bit cutthroat when someone gets close.”

“Anything else?” You sighed as you scrolled through your phone.

Seo-Jun leaned forward and snatched it, putting it inside his briefcase.“Also, you can't use phones. You’ll be engaged the whole time, so we can’t risk distractions. And we can’t let you take any photos of anyone.” 

You grumbled as you looked out of the heavily tinted windows. The rest of the car ride was silent, even the car didn’t make much noise. After the car ride, you were escorted into the Dollhouse. Upstairs were the living quarters for all the “Dolls” as Seo-Jun called them. You were now one of the Dolls of his house. Each doll was awarded their room. Some got to move out if their clients bought them a place to stay, but they weren’t allowed to leave the city without permission. And, each doll had a name. Something they’d go by. Your new name, Minsu, means Elegant and Beautiful according to Seo-Jun. 

“Okay. From now on, anytime you’re in the dollhouse or with a client, you’ll be called Minsu. Clients can pay to change their name. But it's how we can identify you without exposing your identity.” Seo-Jun elaborated, “We’ve had issues in the past of clients who get too attached to their dolls and tried to approach someone’s family to ask permission to marry their song. Which, of course, we dealt with before disaster struck.”

Minsu… You’re new name. Nothing was yours anymore. Your body, time, and now name wasn’t even yours.

“Let’s practice.” Seo-Jun cleared his throat. “Minsu, how are you?”

You hesitated for a moment before speaking. “I’m fine… Mr. Seo-Jun.”

“Good job. You even remembered Mr.” He smiled. Seo-Jun put your backpack in your room. It was a simple room, with a bed, desk, and wardrobe. It was bare. “You can decorate it with what you want, it's all yours. But if your client gives you a gift, I’d recommend making a space for it. They notice this kind of stuff.”

You looked around the room. The floor was hardwood, cold, and slightly creaky. You weren’t given much time to settle before Seo-Jun took you to the next floor. “This is the dressing room. We dress the dolls here in outfits when they have to attend events. We also have makeup available, if you don’t know how to use it we can teach you. You are expected to wear makeup, shave, and keep your body healthy while in our care.” There were two older women there. It was the first time you’d seen women in the dollhouse so far.

“This is Jill and Mary. They’re the main doll caretakers and your beauticians. They make you beautiful on the inside and out for our clients. They also help with cooking and cleaning, so please treat them kindly.”

You nodded to them shyly.

Mary cracked a smile. Her caramel brown skin had glitter around her eyes, and her smile was so white even the crayon wouldn’t be able to keep up. Her clothes were simple but chic like she was about to walk a runway. Jill was white, her most notable feature was her colorful hair. Her tattoos, where they could be seen, were amazingly detailed. She had a snake slithering up her throat, ready to bite her chin.

Seo-Jun cleared his throat. “Introduce yourself.”

“O-Oh! I’m y/n.”

Seo-Jun chuckled. “Not that name, remember?”

“I have to use my fake name with other workers too?”

Seo-Jun frowned. “It’s not fake. It’s your name. It’s just a second one to the one you’re born with. And yes, anonymity is our friend here. So use the name that you were given, please.”

You turned to the women, who were smiling expectantly. “Hi… I’m Minsu. I guess.”

Mary spoke first, “You’ll get used to it. It’s a transitory period right now so just take it slow.” Jill nodded in agreement. “Now, you’re here for fitting, right?” You could tell Mary had a slight English accent, but she was suppressing it.

“I’ll leave it to you. Minsu’s a very good boy, he won’t cause any trouble,” Seo-Jun said as he left you with the two women. Mary and Jill were thorough, each taking a side of your body and measuring you. The length of your arms, legs, waist size, and even your bust. 

“So, this will be your first mixer, no?” Mary asked.

You nodded.

“Are we looking for something more cute or sexy with the concept here, Mary?” Jill asked.

“Let’s ask him.” 

Mary looked at you, waiting for you to answer. “Um… I guess cute?”

Jill booed at you. “You’ve got a sexy frame already. We can crop a top, get you loose-fitting shorts, and give you something cozy yet sexy.”

“Jill, let’s respect him here. Minsu doesn’t want that. Plus, he’d look way better in leather and sheer. I already know what you’re thinking. That just won’t work.”

Jill and Mary started holding up pieces over you, arguing about what to give you. Slowly they moved away from the cute vibe you’d asked for… By the end, you had a sheer shirt, black leather pants, with a leather belt around your waist, not your pants, and a gray denim jacket. You were given some silver accessories, rings, and necklaces to try on. 

You’d never worn anything so… revealing. Without your jacket or the design on the front of the shirt, you’d be shirtless. The black sheet was see-through; you could see your stomach in the mirror, and your belt only pulled attention to it. The belt was odd. It was above your pants, so make your waist smaller, so the loops used for belts were altered to move up for the belt to slide through and keep your pants up.

“Minsu, you look great!” Jill exclaimed. 

Mary nodded in agreement. “Jill was right, your body suits a sexier concept anyway. Just keep the jacket on if you’re feeling modest. But if you want to get attention, take it off halfway through the party. Pretend it's warm or something!”

The pair squealed like young girls, rambling about ways to appeal to potential clients. But you were just tired and hungry. “So, when can I eat?”

“Oh, you haven’t eaten?” Jill frowned.

“We’ll get you something light. We don’t want to bloat you too much, since you have the belt on. There’s food at the mixer but remember not to stuff your face.” Mary said as she stepped away.

“Why not?”

“Well, what if a client wants to take you home? You’ll want your body to look its best if you have to perform.” Jill squealed. You hadn’t thought of that. What if someone does show an interest in you? And they want something physical from you… Would you be able to go through with it?

Mary returned with a sliced apple. “This should hold you over for now. The mixer will be soon. We still have to do your hair and makeup. So sit, It’s alright if you doze off, we’ll take good care of you.” You listened, sitting in a studio chair as they started working, one on your hair and the other on your makeup. Like magic, you passed out almost immediately in the chair. When you opened your eyes, they’d just finished their last touches.

“Welcome back, Sleeping Beauty. You look amazing!” You looked into the mirror in front of you. Your eyebrows had been brushed. Your shawling and nose had never been more prominent. And your hair had a shine that you could only really get from a hair salon.

“Thank you… This is great.” You mumbled as you looked over yourself.

The pair smiled triumphantly. “It's all a part of the job! So go knock them out! Seo-Jun will be here any minute to take you to the mixer.” 

They started cleaning as you left the room, going back to your room. There was a mirror on your desk. You used it to study yourself more. Their work was impeccable, with model-quality makeup in such a short time. The alone time you’d found was spoiled quickly with a knock at the door. You answered it to see Seo-Jun waiting.

“Let’s go. Leave your backpack, you can get it later.”

You put the mirror back on your desk and followed Seo-Jun out the door. The venue for the mixer was toward the downtown area in a hotel, one of the large classy ballrooms. There were waitstaff walking with finger food. Many young men, all fashionably dressed, stood around talking to each other. It was intimidating seeing some of them. They could easily be actors and models on the front of magazines… Then there was you, the college kid who wasn’t in the same league as them.

Seo-Jun led you to an empty table. “Okay, you’ll sit here. If anyone comes to you, talk to them respectfully but in a friendly manner. You’re the only doll from our house, all these other ones won’t know you. Remember, Minsu, nothing about your personal life. Or theirs. Keep everything hidden, and tell only what you need to.”

You nodded nervously. “What are you going to do?”

“I’m going to try and point you out to a few people.” Seo-Jun turned to leave, but you grabbed his arm. He was all you’d known for the last week. And now he was leaving you alone at a table at this huge party. “If you want to be a baby, do that to clients. But with me don’t be a baby, I’ll be watching the whole time. Nothing will happen to you.” He pulled his hand away and walked off, talking to a few men in suits.

The mixer began shortly after. Men started slowly filling the room, all dressed in formal clothes, from suits or high-end outfits. Not one paid you any mind. You were relieved that no one was interested in you. You occasionally looked around the room, searching for Seo-Jun with little luck. The first hour was a panic fest, silently hoping no one would sit at your table and talk to you. In the second hour, some clients found who they liked talking to and stuck to certain areas. Some dolls had almost seven men around them at any time. In the third hour, some dolls left with their partners. 

Thankfully, not one person seemed interested in you. You’d been sitting so long that your legs started to fall asleep. You’d tried your best to eat any time the servers walked past you with a plate, but the buffet at the other end of the room was almost calling you. Cautiously, looking over your shoulders, you stood and made your way over. Walking like you knew what to do, or like you belonged. The table was full of interesting foods you’d never tried. Mostly seafood and assorted fruits. You took a plate and started stacking it with whatever seemed the yummiest, which was one of everything!

It wasn’t until you reached the end that you realized how much you’d grabbed. It wouldn’t all fit on your plate. If you tried walking back to your seat, you’d drop something… You turned, slowly toward your table when you bumped into someone, keeping the damage under control. You don’t drop your food! 

The person in front of you let out a heavy sigh. You looked forward, a huge spot on their shirt from where you’d bumped into them.

“Holy shit, I’m so sorry!” You exclaimed.

He shook his head. “It’s alright, you didn’t mean to.”

You put your plate down on a nearby table. You slid the sleeve of your jacket down, making it slide off your shoulder, as you rubbed the spot. It didn’t look like it was going to clean neatly. “I’m really sorry. I can take it and get it washed?” You suggested as you looked at the man’s face.

You realized he was extremely familiar–like celebrity familiar. He had a middle part with long dark hair that draped his eyes. His jawline was sharp, and his eyebrows knitted together in frustration. 

“Do I know you?” You asked.

“Uh, no. We don’t know each other.” The man assured.

The spot wasn’t getting any better and some people were starting to stare. “How about you take my jacket for now?” You slid off your jacket, showing off your top completely to the room.

“Oh, I–That’s not necessary.” The man said, looking away from you. “Just put your jacket back on.”

“I insist! I ruined your shirt!” More people started staring, and whispering. 

“Fine! I’ll take it, just give it!” He snatched the jacket from you, pulling it over himself as he looked down. His long hair covered his face as he looked around. 

“Do you have a table? You can sit with me, and we can talk about getting your shirt cleaned.”

The man nodded again. “Fine, just take me away from here.”

You took him to your table in the corner of the room, where you’d spent the last three hours alone. Many more people were watching you this time than when you’d left. Maybe Jill was right about your shirt… It made you a little self-conscious with so much staring. You pulled out a chair for the man and sat next to him.

“I’m y-Minsu! It’s nice to meet you.” You put your hand out.

“Are things always like this?” 

You shrugged. “This is my first time here, so I don’t really know.”

The man looked around the room, acknowledging the looks. “Well… That’s nice.”

You sat awkwardly as you looked at him. You noticed Seo-Jun behind him, toward the other end of the room, motioning something to you. Talk to him?

“So, Mister? What brings you here?” You asked,

“You don’t need to call me that. My name’s Jay. I… came here for something stupid and I don’t think I should’ve come.”

You smiled at him. “You sound like someone made you come here. I didn’t want to be here either. I was so worried that someone would talk to me, but it turns out that no one would even pay attention to me.”

“Why’s that?”

“I just… don’t think this is my sort of party. And I’m not very good at meeting new people. I’m only here because I have to.”

Jay nodded. “I get that. I really only came because my members teased me about not meeting any new people.”

“Members?”

Jay’s eyes flickered to you. “Y-Yeah. I’m a part of a group. I’m a performer.”

“Whoa! Do you make music? I’d love to listen to it.”

Jay smirked. “It’s not me who makes the music. But I dabble.”

“I don’t have my phone. Tell me your band, and I’ll try to remember it.”

Jay leaned close to you to whisper, “I’m a member of Enhypen.”

You blinked. The words echoed in your brain before you looked at the man again. That’s where you’d seen him! He was Jay from Enhypen, and he was talking to you. “O-Oh, yeah I’ve heard of that group before.”

“Oh? Are you a fan?” Jay smiled. “It’s always nice to meet a fan.”

“I’m not trying to be weird. I am a fan, but if you wanna forget about it or talk to someone else–”

“No. You’re funny. And I think it would be better to spend time with a fan.” Jay slipped your jacket off and placed it over your shoulders. “I think this suits you better than me, by the way.” Your heart was fluttering a mile a minute. Jay said he wanted to spend time with you and even draped a jacket over your shoulders. Eun would be foaming at the mouth at this point.

“Could I ask why you’re at an all-guy mixer?”

“You can, but then I’d ask you the same question.”

“Touche…” You chuckled awkwardly. “Well, I’m here for another hour. So we can chat… or whatever.”

Jay smirked. “Would you wanna talk somewhere else?”

You nodded. “I’m cool with that. It beats talking here, with all the staring.”

“Then let’s roll,” Jay said as he stood. You followed him as he led you out of the room. You spotted Seo-Jun who gave you a thumbs-up as you passed by. Jay took you to a room in the hotel. It had an amazing view since it was on a higher floor.

“Jay, check this out! It’s so high!” You cheered.

“So, uh. I’m kind of awkward at this since I’ve never done it. I don’t have any preferences or anything. I’d be okay to start and see how it goes.” Jay said.

You turned around to see Jay sitting on the bed in the room. “What?”

“Isn’t this the part where we… do stuff?” Jay raised an eyebrow.

Your face went warm. You hadn’t thought about the context of things until now. Jay was at a party to meet a partner to spend the night with… and he’d chosen you. And like an idiot you accepted thinking he just wanted to talk.

“I-I…”

“Is it more of a, I tell you what to do?” Jay stood, walking toward you. “I’m new to this whole thing, so I’d appreciate it if you could help me.”

You couldn’t form the words you wanted. All of the thoughts in your mind couldn’t fit the situation in front of you. “I-I’m new too,” was all that you could muster.

“Well, that works for the both of us then. We can figure it out together…” Jay approached you until the both of you were at the window. Your back against it, he leaned his arm on the glass near your head. “Let’s just go slow.” 

Jay’s tone was calm and empathetic as if he were as worried as you were. He slid his free hand behind your neck and kissed you softly. Your eyes fluttered shut as you placed your hands against his chest, letting him move as he pleased. It was a peck at first. Just a touch, a test. Then Jay leaned in again for a kiss, your lips meeting for longer. His nose brushed yours as he started to move his lips experimentally to find what he liked…

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Pup's "Punishment"

sub!K / f!reader | minorsDNI | wc: 2.2k

summary: puppy!K earns himself a "punishment"

contains: d/s relationship, puppy play, pegging, oral (female receiving), degradation, minor spanking

a/n: cross posted on ao3

K was practically skipping as he was dragged by the leather collar into the bedroom. He looked at you pleadingly, face downward, but eyes cast up. If he had a tail, it would have been tucked between his legs. The tent of his sweatpants was the only thing that betrayed him in showing his excitement. You snapped your fingers and he hastily got to work undressing, first you, then himself. Once naked, save for his collar, you set him with a stern stare and pointed at the bed. Wordlessly, he climbed onto it on all fours, arranged the pillow to be comfortably below his face, and stuck his ass in the air, doggy style.

“Relax, pup” you ordered. His body shifted back as his hips sank closer to the mattress. From the box under the bed, you grabbed the strap-on harness. “Do you know why I’m doing this?” you asked, adjusting the leg straps.

K whimpered in reply and gave you a sidelong look. Puppy play usually meant he refrained from talking, only giving whimpers, moans, and the occasional bark when audible feedback was necessary. But right now, you needed him to talk.

With one hand on your hip, you demanded, “Answer me: Do you know why I’m doing this?”

He turned to look at you over his shoulder. “I was a naughty puppy today.”

You stepped closer and rubbed his ass cheek. He groaned at the contact; he knew what was next. You ignored him. “What did you do?”

“I wore my collar without you putting it on me.” He waited.

*Smack!* Your hand came across solidly on his behind. K moaned and shifted his hips.

You rubbed his other cheek. “What else?”

“I was touching myself when you were gone.” He held his breath, but you just kept rubbing. He continued, “And I sent you selfies of it. Pictures of me wearing my collar and touching myself.”

*Smack!* There it was. K gasped in a shaky breath and sighed contently. He could feel his dick throbbing between his legs and wriggled again, his position offering no friction where he wanted it.

“Don’t you start humping the air just yet.” You spanked him again, hard, in the same spot as before and saw his whole body jerk forward. “I need you to answer another question for me.” You retrieved three dildos from the box and held them out to him. “Now, which one do you think you deserve?”

He sat up and inspected them. K glanced up at you in surprise; you had selected his favorites. Even during punishments, you aimed to please. He carefully deliberated his selection and pointed to the one in the middle, a pale pink jelly dildo, not too long, not too textured, but just girthy enough to give him a nice stretch.

“This one? You think this one will correct your behavior?” You wiggled it in front of his face. Cheeks flushed, he looked you in the eyes and nodded. “We’ll see about that. As you were, ass up.”

K resumed his former position, perky behind back on display. You attached the glossy pink dildo to the harness and chuckled. “So, my pretty pet wants to be fucked with a pretty toy. What a beautiful sight that will be,” you sneered. You drizzled lube over the toy, spread it around with two fingers, then scooped some off to smear over K’s exposed hole. “I know you prepped yourself earlier when you sent me those pictures, but just to be safe…” You shoved your fingers in without resistance and twisted them around, lubricating and stretching his muscles as best you could. “Don’t want your ass breaking now, do we?”

Teasingly, he tried to press himself back on your fingers. “Please, master. Fuck me already. Hurts so much,” he begged. More like complained. In his mind, you were taking too long and he was just going to have to get started on his own. But this was your dynamic, he would be a brat and misbehave, you would punish him, and he would get off on the discipline. And the cycle would continue until you both were spent and exhausted, but satisfied.

You slapped the back of his thigh and smirked when you earned a yelp from him. “Shut up, pet. I’ll fuck you when I’m good and ready. And that’s when you’re good and ready.” Preparation lasted a bit longer than was strictly necessary, but hearing his moans and feeling him clench around your fingers was addicting. You took pity on him when his moans turned to whimpers. You also didn’t want him to accidently cum from simply fingering him. He groaned when you finally pulled your fingers free. After wiping your hand on the blanket, you joined him on the bed.

Slotted comfortably behind him, you gripped his hips and lined up. The jelly dildo slid around the edge of his hole before easily plunging in. K released an exaggerated sigh when he felt the toy bottom out. The sigh turned to a moan when you pulled nearly out, then a series of breathy pants as you gradually picked up the pace.

Pegging was one of K’s favorite “punishments” and as such, one you would only treat him to when he broke rules when you were away from each other. The anticipation of getting railed would ensure that K was more than ready when you got home that night to discipline him.

“My slutty little puppy just want to be fucked, huh? How would the other guys react, seeing their strong, reliable eldest in a collar with his ass in the air like the pathetic whore he is? What would they think? Maybe they’d stay to watch.” K whined and pressed his hips back into you, trying to meet you thrust for thrust, but failing. “Would you like that? See them get their rocks off while you get fucked into next week. Bred like a bitch in heat. They don’t even need to be here watching to know that you get your ass pounded every night. You like it so rough you can’t walk the next day, don’t you, pup?”

The loud slapping of your hips against his ass echoed in his ears and it took all of his concentration to focus on your words. He couldn’t stop the sounds that tumbled from his own mouth with every thrust and slide of the plastic dick in him. The pace was tiring and your breathing was becoming labored, but you persevered in chastising him, knowing K loved your voice and came especially hard at degradation. “You’re just my bitch. You don’t care who knows it either, the way you hump my leg when I’m trying to work in the living room. One look at you and they know you’re just someone’s bratty little pet. Do you even know who your master is?”

K moaned into the pillow his face was shoved into. His fingers kneaded and gripped the sheets so tight his knuckles were white. His hips had slowed considerably, the smooth movements turning into disconnected jerks. This was a tell-tale sign that he was about to cum but you made no motion to stop it. If he didn’t want to warn you like he was supposed to, so be it. Hard thrusts slowed down when you grabbed a fist-full of his dark brown hair and yanked his head back to growl in his ear, “I asked you a question: who do you belong to?” With your words, he didn’t just fall, he crashed into his first orgasm. He whimpered and groaned as his cock twitched and shot thick ropes of cum onto the sheets below him.

You smiled knowing he couldn’t see it. “Look at what you’ve done. I didn’t say you could cum yet, pup. Should I rub your nose in it? Would that teach you a lesson? Talk to me, pup,” you requested for him to speak in words.

K looked back at you with glossy eyes, remorseful that he didn’t warn you, but still floating in pleasure from climaxing. “Sorry, master. Felt so good. I’ll accept any additional punishment you want to give me.”

“Sounds to me like you wanted another punishment, huh? What if I don’t give it to you? What will you do then?” He writhed and ground his hips back against your strap, providing for himself the stimulation you ceased giving him once he so audaciously came. You smacked his ass and he yelped at the vibrations hitting inside him. “I’m not done with you yet, pup. Think you can cum for me again, after receiving permission this time?” You leaned over his back and offered your hand by his mouth, giving him an opportunity to refuse by putting his chin in your hand. Instead, he licked your palm– ‘yes, I can cum again for you’ then kissed it– ‘I’m really enjoying this.’

You ruffled his hair and smoothed it back down with some pets. “That’s my good puppy. Now let’s pick up the pace, shall we?” Your fingers dug into his sides as you snapped your hips against him.

K let out a long, low moan. You reached around his waist to swiftly tug at his still rigid cock. The contact drew an extended whine from the man below you. You jerked him off in time with your thrusts, his whimpers growing louder and more desperate. “You’re not going to last long, I can feel it. Do you want to cum?” K didn’t answer, only whimpered into the pillow. You gave a tug to the back of his collar, just hard enough to get his attention. He lifted his head slightly and gave a small bark, his signal that he’s ready. “Alright, pup, cum for me.” He whined louder than ever as more cum spilled out of him and all over your hand.

You stroked him through it until his hips stilled. Releasing his cock and slowly sliding out of him, you guided him to lay on his side. “That’s my good puppy,” you cooed, petting his hair with your clean hand. He remained there for a moment to catch his breath, then sat up and looked at you again with pleading eyes and a tiny pout on his lips.

“What is it, pup?” you asked. He whimpered in response and looked down at your soiled hand. Smirking, you offered it to him. He leaned down and began cleaning his cum from your hand, eyes locked on you, silently begging for more praise. “I’m so proud of you, pup, waiting for permission to cum, then taking such good care of me, cleaning it off. What a good boy you are, always making me so happy.” 

He blushed and kept licking, then stopped, as if suddenly remembering something. K was probably the least serious person you knew, his playfulness knowing no bounds, and you had come to expect his silly antics. Though, you didn’t expect him to suddenly launch himself off the bed to kneel on the floor in front of you.

“Pup?” you asked in confusion. K stared up at you, then down at the harness and dildo still on your hips. You sat up to allow easier access and watched as he unhooked the harness and set it aside.

“Oh, that’s what you want. You want to taste your master?” K gave an affirmative bark. His nonexistent tail was wagging when you positioned yourself by the edge of the bed, wet pussy right in front of him. He licked his lips in anticipation before leaning in.

His tongue was lively today. Breath caught in your throat, you gazed down at him loudly lapping and slurping at your folds. Any other day, he would be careful and attentive when eating you out, making full use of both his hands to get you off as masterfully as possible. But while that collar was around his neck, it was all tongue and mouth. Wet, messy, with drool and juices coating half his face. His fingers kneaded and pressed into the soft skin of your thighs, holding them up on his shoulders and out of the way.

“Fuck, puppy, you really know how to use that mouth of yours,” you gasped. K moaned into you when he felt your hands slide into his hair and tighten, holding his face firmly into your heat. His nimble tongue darted inside and you could swear he was trying to suck the juice right out of you. “Pup, gonna cum,” you warned. You felt his thumb come up and rub circles right above your clit and locked your ankles around the back of his neck as you tumbled into orgasm. K kept lapping and licking as you slowly came down from your high.

You collapsed back onto the bed with K crawling up to lay with you. He cuddled into you and hummed when your fingers wound into and played with his hair. When he nuzzled into your chest, you noticed his face was suspiciously dry. “Did you wipe your face on the blanket before coming up here?” you questioned, already knowing the answer.

He hesitated. “No?” You narrowed your eyes at him. “You wiped your hand on it, too! I felt the blanket move by my foot,” he defended himself. “Do you want me to wash it?”

“Ah, well. That can wait. Right now, I just want to cuddle with my pup.” You kissed his forehead and peacefully settled into his embrace.

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Serving the CEO (A K Smut)

>> K is a big-name CEO for a company, big scary man who usually has a flat expression and isn't much for fun. That is until he meets his new secretary (Y/N), and opens up in new ways -

>> Sub!K, CEO!K, body worship (specifically thighs), secretary!reader, blowjob, Dom/Mommy dom!reader, a bit of bondage, orgasm denial, cum facial

Word count: 4.5k

A/N: There’s probably gonna be a part two to this tbh cause the sub!K brain rot is still real and I have many more ideas but no more energy for now… like fr I had this part finished for like a month and wouldn't touch it for some reason wtf. This was planned to be posted on his bday too but ha… writer's block is crazy. So happy late bday K (I'm sorry I'm like this)

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    Working for a big-name company as a secretary was never on your dream job list. If anything, you thought it silly and way too tiring for the money it was worth. Especially after finding out your position was the direct secretary of the CEO of said company. 

  On day one, you had promised to make your best impression- even if you hated the work, these bills needed to be paid somehow. So you dressed up in your best business wear, put on a pair of cute but still professional heels, and marched out the door. 

  Maybe heels weren't the best idea since you had to take the bus to work and ended up standing the whole time. Leaving your legs already sore by the time you made it to your orientation on the top floor. 

  You still put on your best smile as you were introduced to the team, and your duties, given a tour of the building, and even met him. 

  He goes by Mr.K and it wasn't hard to tell he was the man in charge. Tall, large, and yet graceful and beautiful. His essence oozed refined and high class and eyes were always drawn to him when he walked in.

  It was only in passing as your tour passed into the break room. The woman helping you couldn't help but chuckle and lean in to whisper. "Yep, that's the boss around here. But if you think you have a chance with him, lower your expectations." 

  "Woah, who said that's what I was thinking?" She rolled her eyes but in a way to say 'Here we go again'. Clearly having seen this set up countless times before and had to explain what was already known. 

  "Because he's not like that. He's not receptive to flirting and doesn't care for relationships. Not even flings. Simple enough?" 

  You nodded, still a little taken aback that she assumed that about you. He was a pretty man and you were just admiring him! You were too busy for relationships yourself anyway. 

  The tour continued without a hitch, leading you to your work desk right outside of Mr.K's office. Giving your final thanks and farewell to your tour guide, you were finally alone.

  Slumping back in your seat and peeling your heels off. The pain in your feet was intense and finally having a break was a miracle. 

  As you attempted to lay your burning feet on the cold floor, they were instead met by something fluffy. Pulling your legs up to your chest on instinct. 

  Was that some animal?!? Checking under your desk, you found a pair of fluffy slippers. This was puzzling. Did the last person here leave them by accident? Doing a little more clue hunting, you noticed they were brand new, the tag still attached- and a note on your desk. 

  Welcome to the team. You can wear these on this floor. Take care. ~Mr.K 

  Oh! So they were a welcoming gift from your boss, how kind of him! Without another thought, you removed the tag and placed the slippers on your feet. 

  After a good stretch, you logged into your computer and pulled up the systems you'd be working in. Now more comfortable, you could get started on your work- not that you were looking forward to it but at least you were comfortable. 

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   You had fallen into a constant routine with ease. And even if the work was busy, you found it comforting in a way. Especially because your boss wasn't a complete hardass like you heard through the grapevine. 

  Whispers and rumors of him having a heart made of ice or just being a very reserved person were commonplace. But for some reason, you didn't feel that way about him. 

  He would always say hello to you and thank you for your help. His dark eyes seemed to sparkle when he laid them upon you. He treated you to lunch all the time, got you coffee in the morning, and even helped you carry heavy files or materials when he could. 

  Little things like that made your job so much easier. And considering you had to be glued to his side almost all the time, it was a godsend. Even if he was more on the quiet side, he was still nice company. 

  His kindness didn't stop there though. If anything, you started to get a bit nervous with his gestures. For example, you had been late because of your bus. You rushed in frantically to make it to your post. 

  Nearly tripping over yourself as you made it to your station: Only to find Mr.K pacing back and forth in front of your desk. The relief that flooded his face to see you was immediate. His shoulders sagged before he straightened up and approached you. 

  "Y/N! Where have you been?" In his hands, you noticed the cold coffee cup he was holding before he held it out to you. Shyly taking it with still shaky hands. 

  "I'm sorry Mr. K. My bus ran late this morning." His eyes scanned your face and body. Your appearance was a little disheveled from the rush over but you seemed unharmed. 

  He seemed to be brainstorming before patting your shoulder. His large hand nearly knocked you off balance. "Come speak to me after work. Also, go to the bathroom and freshen yourself up. I have a meeting in an hour." 

  "Yes Mr.K, I'll get right on it." 

  Well after that hiccup in the morning, the day went on as usual. Your mind was buzzing with ideas for what he was planning. 

  Once the sun set and your shift ended, you knocked on the door to his office. It wasn't uncommon that Mr.K stayed late at the office so you knew where he would be. Knocking a few times on the familiar wooden doors, you heard a quiet 'come in' from the other side. 

   You stepped inside like every time before, sauntering straight up to his desk and waiting patiently for him to notice your arrival. Which thankfully didn't take long. 

  He instantly stopped what he was doing and smiled at you. Making sure you had everything you needed before walking in silence to the parking garage across the street. 

  As much as you wanted to speak, the way his jaw was clenched had you worried he was too upset or stressed to talk. You both approached a solid black car- the only one left on the floor. 

  Without a word, Mr.K opened the passenger door and gestured for you to get in. You nearly jumped out of your skin. "W-wait Mr. K! I couldn't possibly-" 

  "Oh? Does this make you uncomfortable? Should I get you your own car instead?" Your brain was turning to mush. Getting in a car with your boss wasn't new but this was after work hours! And getting you your own car? Even more absurd! 

  "Mr. K, I couldn't possibly inconvenience you with either-" 

  "It's not an inconvenience to make sure my secretary gets to and from work safely." His tone was firm and reassuring. But you'd ultimately agree. 

  No need to get your head in the clouds, he was just doing this so he wouldn't be unorganized. If you helped manage his days, it makes sense he would keep you close. It's that simple. 

  So now your boss picked you up and dropped you off from work to home. It was scary at first, Mr.K was a big guy. And you could never tell what he was thinking. But you soon loosened up after spending so much time with him. 

   Little things like his music taste or the little happy dance he did he got his morning coffee when he thought you weren't paying attention. Mr.K was actually quite jovial and youthful in spirit sometimes. 

 You especially found yourself fixing his hair or wiping crumbs off his face before he could get to them. His cheeks puffy as he smiled when you did so. It was worlds apart from his stoic presentation at work. 

   Unexpectedly, you'd see another side of him too not long after this. 

  It was rare that you were sick. But when you did, it was always really bad. It's so bad that you had to stay home from work for a few days. Calling out and just praying your replacement wouldn't cause Mr.K additional stress. 

  All throughout the day, you kept getting his texts about meetings and what you wanted for lunch- only to get a reminder text back that you were at home sick. 

  You could almost hear the giant sulking through the messages with every 'Oh, sorry.' It was almost like talking to a puppy. But you needed to rest, so you put your phone on silent, curled up into your blanket, and went about your day. 

  It was already night when a knock sounded. You were tired with a fever and thus, the interruption annoyed you. But the knocking didn't stop for long, even after several minutes. 

  Forcing yourself out of bed, you made it to the door and checked the peephole. It must have been a hallucination from the fever- because why was your boss here?!

  Trying to write it off as just a vision only lasted shortly as he started talking. "Y/N, it's me, Mr.K!" 

  Ah great. You could've just walked away and gone to sleep. But you opened the door against your better judgment. 

  There he stood, in all his beautiful glory- wrinkled suit, messy hair, tear-stained face, and a basket in his hands. He looked almost as bad as you! 

  "Mr.K?! What are you doing? What happened to you?" He said nothing and gestured inside. 

  Once you were inside with him, he took a seat on your couch and handed you the basket. Filled with all sorts of treats and medicines. You were blown away by the gesture. 

  "Woah, Mr.K this is too sweet!-" 

  "Just K, please." His gaze was so soft as he took in your sick state. Like you were already so weak and would break with a gust of wind. He dug into the basket and pulled out a thermometer and some medicine. 

  Wordlessly taking your temperature and administering some medication to you. Why was he taking care of you all of a sudden? 

  Once he had you drink some water, he readjusted your blanket. Before doing the unexpected and resting his head on your thighs. His face sunk into the squishy flesh and he sighed in relief. 

  "Wait M- I mean K! You'll get sick too!" But he ignored the plea and just sank in further. Your plush warmth was felt through the thin sheet covering your body. Even if it was subtle, you could feel his smile. 

  "I missed you Y/n. I need you…" to get better… right?! 

  He never finished the sentence the way you thought he would. Just snuggled in deeper into your thighs, head resting on your navel, large hands wrapping around your hips so you couldn't escape. 

  And not long after, he was breathing slowly. Probably asleep in your lap in an instant. A part of you was flattered, getting your hands tangled into his soft locks. 

  Playing with the wild strands as he dozed off. Just what happened to make him look this exhausted so soon? Maybe he always was this tired and was just an expert at hiding it. 

  And he was finding what little comfort in his day-to-day life in you. He needed you to be okay, not only because you helped him as your job but because you kept him grounded. The little contact here was the first major contact after a long time for him. 

  K usually avoided getting too close to people. But he couldn't resist you. Since day one, he strove to ensure your safety and comfort. 

  He didn't know why, but you encapsulated him. His thoughts flooded with you and wanted to bend to your very words. All the little gifts, food, and even rides he's given- it's his way of serving you. 

  In his eyes, you looked at him with such a gentle tenderness. Even with his default dark expression, you greeted him with smiles and just lit his whole day up. After a month, he knew he needed you. And after about six months, you were his top priority. 

  So getting sick and staying off of work worried him as well. He texted you on purpose to make sure you were okay, even if he couldn't bring himself to ask directly. 

  As soon as the day was over he got together the best sick day kit he could think of and rushed over. It wasn't in his plans to cuddle up to you in such a vulnerable position but it must have been the exhaustion talking. 

  His body instantly relaxed upon taking in your scent. Especially from such an intimate region. And the way you melted into his touch and started playing with his hair- he hoped you felt the same way too. 

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  After recovering and returning to work, you tried to act like normal. But you couldn't help your heart from fluttering whenever he walked past. Greeting you with a warm smile as you went. 

  Well, things were really about to escalate when he called you in on your lunch break. Entering the familiar office, only the sound of your slippers scurrying across the marble floor sounded until you were standing before him. 

  K's face relaxed as he closed the laptop and pushed it aside. Scooting back and beckoning you to join him on the other side. You hesitated for a moment before complying. Walking around and standing with your back to the desk. 

  Without a word, he rested his hands on your hips and lifted you up, sitting you on the desk. Holding your legs together under your skirt, fingers tracing along the squishy flesh, and rested his head on his new pillow. 

  Using your thighs once again to comfort him as he rested. You were at work?! This was different from being home and doing this. But he was so relaxed and honestly cute like this. His brain dissolved into a mess you never would've thought it would go. 

  Your hands find their way into his hair just like before. But when you slowed down and tried to pull away, he whimpered. Whimpered. 

  "Please don't stop Mommy." 

  Your heart stirred wildly. Did he just- no no not possible! 

  When you didn't start again, he whined louder and pushed his head into your hands. Urging you to play with his hair some more. Once you came to your senses, you did as he wished. If he had a tail, it would be wagging a mile a minute. 

   30 minutes went by in no time. Once his alarm went off, he grumbled and shut it off. Peeling himself away from you hesitantly. You could see the longing in his eyes as he sat up, peeling his hands away from your legs. 

    He was tugging at your heartstrings! You giggled and fixed his hair. Rubbing your thumb along his cheek as you grabbed a tissue and wiped down his face. Helping straighten out his suit before fixing your skirt. 

  "Thank you Mommy- I mean- Y/N! Sorry!" He coughed to cover up his slip-up as his face burned red. 

  "Hehe, you know you said it earlier too, right?" K nearly exploded and tried to apologize. Oh, he didn't mean to say it out loud! You were his secretary and shouldn't have to be burdened to know he was like that- especially for you! 

   He was nearly falling on his knees, hoping you weren't planning on leaving. But you just had to play along. Because honestly, him saying that connected all the pieces for you. 

  You liked it when he called you Mommy. You liked it when he rested in your presence, using your body. How he treated you like the most precious gift to have fallen into his lap. You liked how he let you help him with little tasks like cleaning up or managing his schedule. 

  Even if he was the boss, behind closed doors, he was giving you the control. He was grateful you understood him and promised he would be good to you. He would be the best boy for you and treat you how you deserved. 

  From there, you kissed his forehead and embraced him in a hug before leaving him to get back to work. Your heart pounded endlessly as you stepped out of his office. What just happened? And what did it mean for your relationship going forward? 

   As you went home with him, you tried to stay calm. Concerned about where to go from here. Before you stepped out of the car, you turned back to see him giving you major puppy dog eyes. 

  Clearly, he was waiting for something but didn't want to say it. Watching him closely, you noticed his eyes flash down to your lips and instantly you got the message. 

  Leaning across the center console, you kissed him. It was short and sweet but he nearly evaporated. "Goodnight K." You spoke sweetly and patted his head, adding on a little 'good boy' before stepping out and heading into your home. Not knowing that he nearly creamed his pants from those words. 

  Granted, he did, just not in that moment. No, he waited until he was home before jerking himself off to every waking moment he spent with you today. The smell of your hair, the warmth of your skin, and your sweet love for him all had him shaking as he drew out orgasm after orgasm from his own dick. 

  He was intoxicated by the feeling. Twitching and moaning loudly as his cum shot out, covering his hand in the white sticky substance. He covered his eyes, hearing your whisper of 'good boy' run through his ears along with your bright smile. 

  What could he say, he was whipped. And as far as he knew, you would be playing right along with him. 

  You soon became part of his routine in a new way. Your lunch breaks were always spent together whether in or out of the office. Even on the weekends, K would come over and be with you. 

   One afternoon of innocent cuddling led to his hands freely exploring your body. Slipping under your clothes, massaging and caressing your warm skin, and sending tingles all over you. 

  At first, it was just touching while you praised him but you both couldn't resist each other. Then one day he asked to kiss you while at your home. A soft and sweet kiss quickly turned needy and heated. 

  K pulled you into his lap, slipping his hands into your pants. Whimpering into your mouth as you parted his lips with your tongue and slipped inside his mouth. He was instantly responsive. 

  You let his hands rest and play with your ass as your hips started to grind down on him. K's hips twitched and bucked, drawing out a giggle from you. "Needy already baby boy? Want me to help you?" 

  He nodded and pleaded. "Yes please Mommy, please." Of course, you had to oblige, pinning his hands above his head with one hand and pulling down his pants with the other. Kissing on his neck slowly and palming him through his pants. 

  Playfully grabbing at his hardening dick through his boxers before moving your hand into them. Your smaller hand enveloped around his cock, squeezing the warm flesh and stroking him slowly. 

  A high-pitched moan escaped his body, only adding more fuel to your veins. Moving your wrist and making him twitch and arch into your grip. 

   As cute as he was already, you wanted to see more. Taking off your shirt, you used it to tie his hands together. Once he was secure, you pushed up his own shirt, making him hold the fabric in his mouth. 

  "Be a good boy and hold onto that for Mommy, yeah?" Your hands caressed over his chiseled body. Fingers grazed his defined abs and pecks before pinching his nipples, twisting slightly as he nodded. 

  Kissing his burning skin up and down until you reached his belt line. Holding his hips firmly as you kissed and nipped at his skin. Placing kitten licks on his v-line as you marked up his skin. 

  Pulling down his pants and underwear down to his ankles, his hard cock standing stiff and long against his bare stomach. A little muffle resounded from the bound man above. 

   You let out a giggle and grabbed the base of his cock once again. Taking his tip into your mouth, sucking and swirling your tongue around it. K struggled and tried to buck his hips but stopped when you pulled away. 

  The message was clear to him- stay still and you'll be rewarded. 

  Once he stilled, you continued. Taking more of his length into your mouth until he was all inside your throat. Making you gag on him but still holding him in. A low rumble vibrated through you, adding to the sensation. 

  Moving slowly, you pulled back until only the head of his cock was between your lips. Sucking harshly before taking him back in and speeding up the process. 

  It didn't take long before you could taste his precum. Smirking a bit as he whined and held back the urge to thrust his hips or move. 

  Removing your mouth, you replaced it with your hand and continued to jerk him off. "Ah does baby boy want to cum? Well, you've got to ask first." 

  K could only whine through his shirt as you took him back into your mouth, spit running down your chin as you continued to tease him. You knew he couldn't ask like this- if he dropped the shirt, or if he came without permission, both would end in his punishment. 

   Tears would start to run down his cheeks in frustration. Oh how badly he wanted to drop the shirt and beg for you to let him cum already. He was already full of pent-up energy coming here, he didn't like being denied. But he was a good boy, he had to be for you, so he held on. 

  It felt like hours that you edged him on. Alternating between using your mouth and hands to bring him close to his orgasm before pulling away, leaving him high and dry. 

  Well, not so dry really. His entire lap was practically covered in your saliva and precum. He twitched and whimpered loudly as you played with his balls while your mouth still worked on his cock. 

  K broke down in urgent whimpers and moans as his beautiful tears sprung from his eyes. He sobbed but continued to hold on. You could tell he was about to break as you started to taste his precum once again. 

  Pulling away this time, you reached up and took the shirt from his mouth. "You're such a good boy for me K, do you still want to cum for me?" 

  This time his sounds weren't restrained. He cried out and pleaded desperately. Oh, how your once stoic boss cried so elegantly. "Yes! Please let me cum Mommy please!" 

  You smiled and finally gave him the words he was so desperate to hear. " Where do you want it baby? Tell me." 

  He looked at you so shyly through wet eyelashes. His dark eyes held your gaze before he broke the connection, too embarrassed to look at you as he spoke. You chuckled as he burned more red in the face. 

  "Y-your face, please Mommy." 

  You gave him a nod of approval before untying his hands and guiding them to your hair. Holding one of them and stroking the back of his hand with your thumb. 

  Wrapping your lips back around his throbbing cock and speeding up your movements. Ignoring the gagging each time his tip hit the back of your throat to bring him to completion. 

  Once he started to plead and grip down on your hair tight enough to make you flinch- you pulled back and jerked him off with your hand. Aiming his dick at your face as got ready to finish him off. 

 "Look at me baby boy. Watch as you make Mommy pretty." His eyes peeled open as he obeyed. Watching as he shook wildly, his dick twitching before his cum shot out. 

  Decorating your face in thick ropes of white as he panted and moaned loudly. His hips jerked as he finally got his release. 

  Your strokes slowed down as you took him and let him ride out his orgasm. "Oh good boy K! That's Mommy's good boy, yeah?" You praised him as he shuttered and whimpered as he came down from his high. 

  Once his breathing steadied, you kissed his hand before moving up to his lips. His glazed-over eyes looked at you, a silly smile on his face. 

 ��You kissed his cheek before reaching over for your shirt to wipe off his mess but was stopped when he grabbed your wrist. Pulling you into his lap and holding your face. Licking his cum up from your face in long strokes. 

  Your body lit up as he wordlessly worked. Cleaning you up without being asked made your heart skip a beat. Lacing your fingers into his hair, you cradled his face and played with his hair. Whispering praises to him as he finished up. 

  Finally, when you were clean, he buried his head in your shoulder. "Are you alright? Was I too mean?" 

  He shook his head and chuckled. "No, no, it was great." He gave you a smile and kissed your lips, his slender fingers drawing circles into your hip as he drifted off. 

  This was admittedly nice. You knew things would be different from now on. He was still your boss after all and now you weren't sure how you would be able to act normally in the office on Monday…

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