lilwonie

[lilwonie]

panties.

warnings ✷masturbation(m!solo), panty fucking, sunghoon is a nasty nd horny pervert, reader is kinda voyeur(?)

sunghoon's fingers circle around the base of his dick, as he's fucking up into his hands. this wasn't his fault tho, all your fault. why else would you ask him to wash your and his laundry together? surely not just because the water bills had peaked up.

he hadn't put much thought on it until he was throwing the clothes into the washer and oh, he loses his mind as he sees a pair of lace panties carelessly thrown into the basket. they're not yours, that's for sure. you don't wear lace. you're more of a plain cotton kind of girl, right? fuck.

his mind immediately starts thinking about you wearing these tiny and thin panties for him, feeling his cock throb with the mental image of sliding into your pretty pussy as he moves your panties to the side. he doesn't waste time dropping to the floor as he brings the underwear to his nose and breathes in deep, fuckkkkk you smelled so so sweet and delicious.

he rubs his pained erection through the seams of his pants, taking in the friction as he licks your underwear. the fabric is still warm from your body, and the scent of your arousal sends him spiraling. he groans to the empty room, his hand working his shaft with more urgency now. the lace feels soft against his skin, and he can't help but wish it was your legs wrapped around him instead.

he gets his shaft out letting it finally breathe, the tip raging red and hard. the fabric of your panties glides over his cock as he starts to stroke it. the sight of your underwear in his hands and the smell of your sex is too much to handle. he's fucking his hands so fast, whimpering and moaning.

he can feel his release approaching, and his strokes become more erratic, his hips bucking up to meet his hand. he imagines it's you riding him, those panties pulled aside as he fills you up, the sound of your moans echoing in his ears. "Oh, shit," he whispers to the empty room, his eyes screwed shut in pleasure.

he squeezes the base of his cock so hard. so hard that it hurts, so painful, he's a crying and whimpering mess as he cums all over your panties, soiling the garment with his juices. he's still lying there on the floor, overstimulating himself. his hand sticky with cum, his voice hoarse from the moaning. he'd been so much engrossed in fucking himself to your panties that he didn't even notice you, his roommate, standing by the door, watching him with a smirk.

"need help pup?"

a/n: this sunghoon is sooo gross and nasty, who isn't!?. every reblog/like gives hoon another boner.

[lilwonie]

𝒥ust a bet﹕hyung line

𝑒nhypen x fem!reader ︎︎⚹︎ cw: angst, no fluff (yet), reader is mostly viewed as a loser and nerd, lowercase intended, kinda went overboard with hoon's, reader gets called a bitch once, not proofread!

sypnosis﹕after a few months of dating, you find out you were just a bet.

part two (tba!)

★ LEE HEESEUNG (wc 0.3k)

you and lee heeseung has been dating for a total of five months, and throughout those months you can confidently say that you were the happiest. he was the perfect boyfriend, his family loved you and so did yours.

today, heeseung promised he would take you on a date after his basketball practice despite your protests on how he should be resting instead. you wouldn't have agreed if it weren't for the fact that he had shot you with his pleading big doe eyes that never fails to make you agree on whatever he asks for. 

so here you were, making your way towards the gymnasium with your bag hanging on your left shoulder. the lack of dribbling and smacking basketball noise from behind the closed doors told you that their practice was done.

entering quietly out of habit, you were about to approach your boyfriend when you overheard his teammates talking to him.

"don't tell me you're still with her?" asked one of boys, an amused smile on his face. heeseung only raised a brow.

"what? you won the bet, you can dump her now. you're ruining our image you know? plus she's a total nerd and loser, you're much better with someone like yunhee." and with only just a few words, you felt your world crashing down.

right, who would date someone like you? you always found it weird, that heeseung just approached you one day in your biology class with the cheekiest smile on his face. the fact that he wouldn't leave you alone until you've agreed to go on a date with him. it all made sense now, why the popular basketball captain suddenly gained interest on the school's "biggest nerd."

"speaking of.." another guy spoke, nodding towards you with a cheeky smile. heeseung turned around only to be met with your glassy eyes.

you didn't move, wanting to hear him defend you. wanting to tell his teammates that you weren't a bet and he actually liked you throughout the months you two have been dating.

his silence said everything and with that you turned away and ran out of the gym.

"shit." he muttered, running after you.

★ PARK JONGSEONG (wc 0.3k)

"i'll pick you up later, okay?" your boyfriend of almost a year said softly through the phone. you've been dating jay since the first week of your first year in uni, others found your relationship weird. maybe because back in high school, jay never and refused to even spare you a glance. he was an asshole who looked at you as if you were the epitome of disgusting.

but the past is in the past now, right?

"okay baby, see you." you reply and put your phone down on your table, knowing that he's usually the one who ends the call.

you go back to the papers scattered on your table. the silence in your room was disturbed by sudden noises in your phone, turning to look, you see that jay hasn't ended the call.

picking your phone up with a smile, you were about to call out for him but a voice stopped you.

"i can't believe you've gone this far dude." you recognized the slightly muffled voice, it was a friend of jongseong's.

"what do you mean?" your boyfriend grumbled. the audio was muffled, you figured he was moving and the phone was in his pocket.

"you're still dating her!" the voice exclaimed, as if amused. "seriously, i didn't think you'd take that bet seriously. fine you win, i'll clean your car for a month. but you've gotta cut it out, you're starting to disgust me." the boy laughed.

before you could hear what your boyfriend would say, you ended the call. your hand was trembling and tears were falling from your eyes unconsciously.

were all those months just a joke to him? were your feelings really worth a free car wash for just a month? were you that unworthy?

jay was an asshole back in high school, you thought he changed. turns out he didn't, you felt like a fool for falling for his antics.

★ SIM JAEYUN (wc 0.3k)

if someone would be asked who you were, they'd all say the same thing. a loner, pathetic loser, and a nobody with a pretty face.

because what was a pretty face if you had no friends and a social life?

you almost believed you would die alone, you were too socially awkward to make friends. so when sim jaeyun, the transferee, approached you with a warm smile and a hand outstretched for a shake, you were beyond shocked.

your relationship went from being block mates, friends, then next thing you knew you two were dating. at first you were reluctant to enter a relationship, scared that it would ruin your friendship, but he insisted you both tried. that was three months ago.

you didn't have any friends, but atleast you had jake.

jake who smiles at you as if you had carved the stars in your hands. jake who would never forget to bring your coffee every morning. he was everything you ever needed. he was it for you, you only hoped he felt the same towards you.

walking through the hallway of the school, you stopped infront of your locker only to be met with a sticky note on it.

HOW LONG CAN JAKE LAST WITH LOSER L/N?

A WEEK : 卌 - 卌 - 卌 - 卌 - III

FIVE MONTHS : 卌 - I

A YEAR : II

Furrowing your brows, you stare at the note as your breathing grew heavy. It was obvious that the paper was old, it had folds and it was only stuck on your locker with a washi tape.

"what are you doing l/n? go on, cast your vote." a mocking voice said from beside you followed by a bunch of laughter. "personally, i thought he'd last a day. i guess i'll vote for five months then." then the hand went and tallied on the five months category.

"what's going on here?" upon hearing your boyfriend's voice, you fled away immediately, not wanting to face him. everytime something good happens in your life, it's always ripped away from you. jake was just like them, you were just a toy for their own entertainment.

★ PARK SUNGHOON (wc 0.5k)

"i'm sorry baby, i really am busy with practice tomorrow." your boyfriend, sunghoon, says in genuine sorry. it was the fifth time you have asked him to meet your parents, who also by the way was so desperate to meet the boy you've been dating for seven months now.

every time you ask him, he's always busy. either with practice, a project, a family matter, or whatever excuse he can come up with. but you always brush it off, knowing he means well and he really is busy as he's an athlete student.

"i'll meet them next week, okay? i promise." that's also the same thing he says everytime too, and once again, you only nod in response.

you and sunghoon met in a physics class. he was clutching his head with a frown on his face as he desperately tried to understand what the professor was going on about.

you remember clearly the way he approached you in the library, a physics book on his left hand as his right scratched his nape. "can.. i noticed- uh, can you help me with this topic?"

that was where your relationship started. you tutored him and helped him improve his grade. when he got an A on the finals, he kissed you on the lips in glee. he was taken aback by his own actions but nevertheless asked you out after.

"i love you," he whispers, pressing a kiss on your temple. "let me get something from my room." you hum in response as he takes his arm that was previously wrapped around you before going up to his room.

you can't help but notice the way his phone was blowing up from beside you.

you weren't the type to snoop around other people's phones, especially your boyfriend. it just felt wrong, you trusted him fully. but the way it kept ringing with text notifications, you just couldn't help it.

looking back to the stairs, you note he isn't back and there was still rummaging noises from his room.

taking his phone, you enter his passcode and read the messages from one of his group chats.

JONGSU

lol don't tell me she asked again.. em ba rrah sing

DAEHYUN

hahah when is she gonna take a hint?? 💀

JOON

you gonna blame her? hoon's been at it for months lmao

DAEHYUN

i actually can't believe he went that far, wasn't it only supposed to be for a month? 🗿

JONGSU

a week actually, but ig that bitch y/n was so easy. yk hoon likes to get his ego fed 💀💀

putting the phone down, you exhaled in disbelief. you took your bag from the floor and threw it over your shoulder and went to the door of his apartment to put your shoes back on.

"baby?" sunghoon emerged from the stairs, looking at you curiously. "you're going already?" he asked, extending an arm towards you but you slapped it away. the tears on your eyes shocking him.

"hey, hey what's wrong?" he tried again but his hand was yet again slapped away.

"i don't want to see you ever again." was the last words you uttered to him (shakily) before leaving his apartment.

[lilwonie]

THE BOY IS MINE ✴︎ 西村 力

ˊᗜˋ PRECiS ！ after a break up with his girlfriend, riki — your number one public enemy — asks you to fake date him so he can make his ex jealous and get her back. but, plot twist ; he is actually deeply and irrevocable in love with you.

GENRE ｡｡ fake dating, frenemies / “i hope he dies” to lovers / “i hope he dies but he is my baby” trope, crack, fluff, angst if your squint really hard.

DISCLAIMERS ╱ female reader, cursing, kms / kys jokes, kissing, mention of drinking + more to be added (if needed)

taglist. send an ask or comment on this post.

one. bailed from russian jail

two. future alcoholic

three. he is like a cockroach to me

four. is this ai generated?

five. barely one dollar and no dream at all

six. did carl bot tell you that

seven. flummoxes with her apotheosic arrival

eight.

nine.

ten.

── to be added ！

JI SAYS ⠀ ˃̵ᴗ˂̵ ⠀not showing profiles because no one has time for that .. i love this trope so much and i hope you guys will like it too ! big mouthed yet awkward (fake) boyfriend riki meal for the summer, go, go, go ><

[lilwonie]

strip for me.

part three

pairings: hyungline x reader (sunghoon & heeseung)

synopsis: hyung line got you trapped in a situation that you can’t get away from.

wc: 6k

warnings: smut, minor dni, bullying (not promoting violence or bullying), degrading, dirty talks, curses, masturbation, hyung line being mean. this is not proof read.

note: next part will be fivesome with the hyungline so it’ll take time. be patient. please reblog and reply to. it is highly encouraged. thank you so much for your support. part one (here) ; part two (here)

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your grip over your phone tightens while a text message flashes through its screen. a one sentence text is all it takes for your whole system to feel thrilled.

‘i’ll see you at the locker's room after my morning practice.’ — psh.

that was all it says. sunghoon’s not the texter type. out of all of them, he’s the least you expect to appear on your messages and so to receive something from him makes your stomach churns.

it’s still very early and after you checked your phone, that’s the first thing you saw.

Park Sunghoon is the team captain of your school’s ice hockey team and every thursday morning, they have practice before going to class. today is that day.

you didn’t reply to him and honestly, you’re contemplating whether to go meet him or not. obviously, something like what happened yesterday may occur. And no matter how bad does it sound, a hint of excitement stirs at the depth of your mind.

despite it, worry and agitation overpowers you. sunghoon is a very mean guy. you’ve done it with the four of them, and he’s the roughest when he’s mad or if he’s trying to punish you.

jake mentioned yesterday that it was a punishment. jay may have didn’t mention it, but his odd behavior was enough for you to conclude that something’s going on.

you spent the whole night thinking of what did you do wrong, backtracking over the things happened the day prior today. even no matter how hard you strain your brain, nothing pops inside your head. nothing. none.

still in trance, a new message appears on sunghoon’s chat box.

‘don’t even think of ditching me or i’ll be seriously be pissed.’ — psh.

you can imagine his brows hardly furrowed, jaw clenched and eyes cold as ice burning through his phone screen as he tap those words to send you. that was enough to make you feel scared. sunghoon’s not very nice, what more if he’s pissed off?

so before you even get deeply caught into your thoughts, you pushed yourself up from the comfort of your bed and started preparing to go meet him.

on the other hand, the sound of skates sliding through the ice and nonstop smashing of hockey sticks echoes all around the auditorium. players chants and shouts at each other as they try their best to make a score. if you aren’t too familiar with the members, you’ll think they don't belong in the same group.

but they do. it was just a normal practice session, only park sunghoon, the captain and also the team’s ace, are a little bit more worked up at the moment. his eyes dark and his moves are more aggressive than usual.

his teammates that are currently on his team in this game cheered when he made another score. ice splatters as he abruptly tried to make a stop. he pants as he removes his head gear.

“come on,” one long slide and a newbie made it near him. he was panting so bad as he raises his arms. “its just practice man.” he says towards sunghoon.

the old members looks at him in horror, giving a hint not to say anything else as sunghoon faces him with a placid look on his face.

sunghoon kept silent before advancing towards the newbie. he stared right at his face for a while before grabbing him by his shirt, jaw clenching. the other varsities panics and starts to discard his hold, but he was too strong.

“if you can’t keep up with me then that’s not my problem.” he spat and gave this chilling gaze at the newbie. the obvious fear flickers through the younger’s eyes as his mouth hangs open, unable to utter a single word.

“sunghoon! that’s enough.” thankfully, their coach arrived just in time to stop the fight.

from the chairs outside the rink, one pair of eyes watches closely. his half-lidded eyes stares lazily at the scene unfolding, totally unbothered by it. his back rests at the chair and legs crossed, conveying so much dominance.

heeseung saw how sunghoon kept his grip on his teammates uniform, clearly being stubborn. he's not even surprised. typical sunghoon who never listens and always lets his temper control him.

sunghoon gave the poor boy one cold stare before pushing him off as he lets go of his jersey. he, then slides out of the rink.

“hoon.” heeseung calls that made the younger halt his steps.

he cranes his neck and look at him with blank eyes, waiting for what his hyung is about to say. heeseung trailed his gaze from the rink towards him.

“remember not to be carried away.” he reminds him.

“i know.” he shortly replied, still feeling so heated from the practice.

“and don’t hurt her.” he says in a very low tone.

sunghoon scoffs, “i won’t.” his eyes darkens as his lips stretched into a smirk, showing off his fangs. “at least not in that way.”

your head peeks slightly to look while the players are leaving their locker one by one. it’s been almost ten minutes since you arrived the school. as expected, there’s only a few around and the whole building is still vacant.

you’re still busy checking when the hairs on your neck raised, chills running down your spine. a presence can be felt from behind you. slowly, you craned your neck to look over your shoulder.

wide broad chest is what you saw first. you trailed your gaze upwards to see lee heeseung staring down on you with a deadpan look on his handsome face.

a light gasp escapes your lips and tries to step back once.

“u-uh,” you gulped and lowered your head to avoid looking at his eyes. “sunghoon asked me t-to meet him here.”

you have no idea why on earth are you explaining to him. it just feels right to let him know why you are currently here, early in the morning, when your class starts a bit hour later.

“i know.” he shortly replies.

of course he knew. is there something else that he doesn’t know? what you noticed from lee heeseung is that besides being a very reserved individual, he’s also very observant. if the other boys loves being the center of attention, this tall gorgeous boy prefers to be on the corner, watching.

you tried glancing if he’s still looking and after meeting his gaze for a split second, you folded and glanced away.

he sighs heavily, “you guys have at least 45 minutes until our first class starts. don’t be late.” he says under his breath and starts walking away to the direction of your building.

the further he is away from you, the more your breathing stables. something about him intimidates and makes you nervous as hell. even before you can look at him to check if he’s already far away, he talks again.

“y/n,” in a speed of light, you faced him with flushed cheeks.

“y-yeah?”

his blank eyes slightly softens, “he’s in a very bad mood. if he gets out of hand, calm him down.”

his words confused you right away. first, sunghoon’s out of mood most of the times. second, why is he saying these words like as if you know perfectly what to do?

“b-but how..?”

he kept a placid look before turning his back to start walking again, leaving with, “you know how.”

you’re left standing awkwardly. heeseung’s already gone and you haven’t moved an inch. his words echoes inside your head repeatedly. it still confusing you how there’s a hint of confidence lingering through his words.

a vibration from your phone is what snapped you back to reality.

‘come here.’ — psh.

that was your cue. without thinking twice, your feet moves like it has a mind of its own, walking and leading you towards the locker room of the ice hockey team. sunghoon’s lure.

it was quiet and slightly dark. when you made it to the far end, you saw him sat at one of the benches. his head didn’t even whip to look at your way when you arrive, like he was expecting you and nobody else.

his elbows bore on his knees as he was leaning, head hanging low.

“sunghoon?” you calls him using your soft voice.

sunghoon finally lifts his head and look at your direction. there you are. you look beautiful wearing the school uniform neatly, hair brushed and eyes staring at him with a hint of concern.

he didn’t show any reaction to his face that made you feel agitated. heeseung’s words flashes back on you, that he’s in a bad mood. it scares you even more, adding to the tension.

“why are you standing so far, doll?”

his husky voice slightly echoes inside the wide room. its just the two of you here and that thought was enough to make your heart race. his endearment for you stirs something in you. how he always love to call you doll, in a sexy and taunting way.

you trudges closer, but still keeping a safe distant.

his dark eyes burns as he run his stare over you in a very dangerous way. he looks so attractive wearing his just his sweats and a white plain t-shirt, hair still a bit damp from shower. even from a distance, you can smell his manly scent that always makes you dizzy in a good way.

“kneel in front of me.” he demands.

you can feel your knee wobbling as you make your way towards him. slowly, you kneeled down. sunghoon almost lose his mind by the sight of you like this. he almost lets out a low groan when you follow him without saying any words, complying to him. submitting.

he leans backwards, resting one hand to the bench support his weight, the other palming his hard dick. you can see the outline of his cock through his sweatpants and blood rushes to your cheeks.

“take my cock out.”

his request made you blink and look at him. this shouldn’t surprise you anymore. before you come here, you’re expecting that things can escalate like this. but the fear of one of his teammates walking on you, makes you hesitating.

“what if s-someone comes here?”

“i’ll kill them.” he says those words without hesitation that made your heart drop.

“sunghoon—”

“you know i don’t have much patience, right?” his tone stingy and the crease on his forehead tells you that he’s not very happy on you delaying him from getting his desired blow.

you decided to keep your mouth shut and slowly reaches to his pants to pull it a bit, freeing his hardened cock. it was so hard and the tip so red. the sight makes you blush even more. if someone is asked to describe sunghoon’s manhood, they will probably say that its as beautiful as he is.

“go on.” he spat.

you gulped and licked your lips once before leaning in to wrap your lips to his dick. sunghoon bit his lower lip at the feeling of your hot mouth around him. he misses this. he wanted to curse so loud and to just shove it into you, but he stopped himself from doing so.

“fuck, just like that.” he moans and tried to open his eyes so he can watch you bobbing your head, getting your pace.

he saw how your hair covers your pretty face from his view and so he raised one of his hand to gather them and hold them for you.

“i got you, baby.” he whispers that made your core twitch.

you continued bobbing your head and sucking his dick, tasting sunghoon in your mouth. it was a familiar one, something that got inside your mouth a lot of time. later on, you can feel him thrusting his hips, meeting you. he was always rough and loves abusing your throat. he doesn’t care if you gag, he would even love that.

“fuck, fuck, fuck...” he growls and roughly shove his dick inside your mouth.

“gonna use that fucking mouth.” he says, “so pretty. so so damn pretty.” his compliments rings, but you’re too occupied on sucking him good.

there’s something about the way sunghoon moans. his voice whenever you give him immense pleasure serves as music to your ears. it was so erotic and just how he utters dirty words adds up to everything.

when you feel him almost reaching his climax, you’re so ready to accept and take it all. just a couple more deep thrust, sunghoon shoots his hot cum in the depths of your throat. groaning and moaning out of pleasure.

he lets go of your hair and pants while watching you suck him dry, letting out a faint ‘pop’ as you let him go.

“let me see.” he whispers and you open your mouth to show him how you swallowed every bit of it.

“good doll.” his words sent direct tingling feeling to your core, making you rub your thighs.

“we’re not yet done.” he says and stood up from the bench. he grabbed your arm to make you stand and guided you to sit down.

“strip for me.” that familiar line again.

with trembling hands, you try to take off the buttons of your blouse. sunghoon, as a very impatient guy he is, he curses and yanked your uniform, causing some of its buttons to fly off.

“sunghoon, what the he—” your words got interrupted when he pushed your body flat to the bench, making you lay down.

“shut the fuck up.” he says rudely and hovers above you.

his hand searches for your underwear and you whimper when his finger grazes your clit. he smirks, feeling your wetness.

“so wet for me. you’re such a slut, aren’t you?” he taunts that you answered with a faint ‘no��.

you tried to look away and avoid his gaze out of embarrasment for actually getting aroused for such foul situation. he scoffed and roll his eyes before removing your panties aggressively.

“i’m going to fuck you until you’re unable to think straight anymore.” and he aligned his head on your hole.

your brows furrowed, eyes shutting tightly. he traces your slit using his head before finally sliding it all in one go, making you gasp.

“fuck, look at my cock disappearing inside you.” he said and even ask you to lift your head so to see.

he was definitely right. he is fully buried inside you, and the pleasure it too much. you feel so full with all of him. he started pulling it out, only to slide it all back in again.

“u-ugh,” you let out a moan that clicked something in him, making him rut his dick rough and fast.

“s-sunghoon,” you whimpered, lips shaking as he continues to abuse your hole. “p-please slow down.” you plead.

he didn’t listen. in fact, he acts like as if he cannot hear any of your words. he placed both of his hands on your side, face above you as he continue relentlessly fucking you. his silver necklace hangs out from his shirt and now started moving along with his movement, slightly slapping to your pretty face. his brows sexily furrowed, jaw clenching while he utters low curses.

“i’m going to fucking breed you. you want that, doll?” he asks in a taunting way that made you whimper even more.

he scoffed at how you look beneath him. trying so hard not to let out your moan, when he can clearly see how much you’re enjoying and feeling so good from how deliciously he fucks you deep.

“you already have four dicks to fuck you and you still can’t be contented? what a bad girl.” he clicked his tongue and you opened your eyes to met his. it darkens as he started to roughly fuck you.

“you just never learn.” he growls and you can see the hint of anger in his eyes.

it scared you and your hand held his arm in attempt to push him away. but he was too strong. he didn’t budge and yank your hand, dismissing any chances of stopping him.

“who’s my pretty doll?” his grin grew wider, eyes full of nothing but lust for you.

you kept your mouth shut while still looking him straight at his eyes, tears brimming your eyes. he’s dominating you from above and you look so helpless beneath him.

when he didn’t heard an answer from you, he halts his hip from rutting you that made you whine slightly. he gripped your arm tight that you’re so sure it will leave a mark later, eyes piercing.

“who’s my pretty doll, y/n?” he asks in a very low tone, like a warning.

“answer me.” he commands that sent shivers to your spine.

you whined, “m-me.”

a smirk spreads across his face and leans in to connect his red luscious lips to your swollen ones, giving you a messy kiss. a string of saliva stretches when he leans away.

“you belong to me. you belong to us.” his words with so much emphasis that you can really tell how serious he is.

“i will fucking kill whoever tries to take you.”

“sunghoon, wait...” you can see how he’s starting to move in faster pace, almost making you see stars. one of his hand moves and reaches for your neck, slightly choking you.

“hoon—”

“that fucker, who do he think he is?! he’s nobody!”

you gasp and tried to take heavier breaths, trying not to be too distracted by how much pleasure sunghoon’s dick is giving you.

heeseung’s words then flashes through your mind. he said you can calm him down. how? obviously, this is the right time to show that skill.

instead of feeling scared of him, you snaked your hand on his nape and pulled his face closer. his forehead touches yours as you glance straight to his eyes, trying hard not to roll them up due to the imminent orgasm you’re about to have.

sunghoon was caught off-guard at your action. his eyes widen while still rutting his hip deep and rough. you look so beautiful from this distance, your pretty eyes filled with tears, cheeks flushed and lips swollen. all because of him. all for him.

“i’m s-sorry.” you mumbled close to his face.

he was at daze, his movement getting slower but his thrust remains deep, reaching all the good spots of your insides. almost making you crazy. you trap your lower lip in between your teeth, getting totally distracted.

“i’m so s-sorry, hoon.” you repeat your words, this time a little bit more softer.

while your foreheads still attached, you placed a gentle kiss on his face then flash a smile.

“i’m here.” and you heaved a sigh, “i’m yours. stop being mad, please.”

and with that, sunghoon relaxes, his breathing becoming more calm and his eyes softening as they stare at you.

he leans away to drop a kiss at your forehead before connecting them again as he start fucking you roughly. he groans and kisses your lips from time to time, moaning your name along with your sweet whimpers.

“f-fuck, baby. i’m close.” he whispers.

“me t-too.”

sunghoon dicked you down even faster trying to chase that climax. he kisses you, tongue dancing with yours, salivas mixing up. both of you are unbothered, mind filled by nothing but your lust and want to release.

“shit.” he curses as he shoot his cum inside your dripping cunt, your legs starts to shake, cumming as well.

he continued sliding his cock in and out, chasing both of your highs while making out. he moves away and watched how his dick slides out of you. his stares wandered all over your body, eyes full of desires.

“i’m sorry.” he mumbles as he caress your arm that he hold too tight a while ago. it was so red, his hand left a print.

your mouth gapped in amusement. did you just heard thee park sunghoon say sorry? he’s not type to do that. and when did he ever talk in a soft tone?

“does it hurt?” he asks, using that foreign tone again.

you smiled a little, shaking your head to assure him. he stares right at your eyes for a while before dipping his head down for another kiss. your eyes shut as you accept his kisses with no complains.

the bell from the next building is what snaps you back to your senses. his kisses moves to your chin then down to your neck.

“h-hoon, its almost time for our class. we need to go back.” your fingers run through his soft hair.

you wait for him to hiss at you for actually touching it as you are well aware how sensitive he is when it comes to his hair. but none. no complain or side comments about it.

he gave you a few more pecks before finally letting you go.

“you broke my uniform.” your lips pursed while staring down.

he just finished cleaning you up and you’re making yourself look presentable when you remembered how he broke the buttons of your blouse after pulling it hardly.

sunghoon smirks and opens his locker. he retrieves a uniform then handed it to you.

“here, you can use mine.”

the boys and girl’s top uniform is pretty similar, the only difference is the girls are shorter. some even had theirs cropped to style it in their own preference.

you accepted it and removes your broken uniform. he trudges closer then gently took the blouse from your hand so you can wear his easily. his eyes watches you closely making you feel a bit shy.

he helped you wear his uniform. “thank you.” you said, blushing.

he smirks and dips his head for a quick kiss. you’re too surprised to even say anything. you’re just too shock how he's acting right now.

“let’s go. we’re already late. heeseung hyung will be pissed.” and he grabs your things to carry it himself.

you knocked twice at your classroom when you arrived. the two of you are late and you’re silently praying the teacher's not in a bad mood today.

she cracks the door open and your homeroom teacher scans you up and down. her strict eyes watches you, eyebrow raising.

“ms. y/n. you are late.” she says.

“i’m s-sorry, ma'am.”

she was left with no choice but to let you inside. everyone’s eyes are darted at you and its very uncomfortable. your hand unconsciously plays through the edge of your uniform— more like sunghoon's. they gave you a look of curiosity. why you’re late when you’re someone never late for a class and whose uniform is that? clearly, it wasn’t yours.

before you reach your chair, you have to walk pass jake’s. his piercing and playful eyes are darted at you, grin so wide because he knew exactly where you’ve been.

“lips so swollen, sweetheart.” he stated that made you blush even more. some students who seats near him, heard it and gave you this look.

“mr. park.” is what your teacher said the moment you sat down to your chair.

when you look over the door, park sunghoon walks inside at ease. not even bothered that he’s late. his bag hangs over his shoulder while one of his hand holds yours.

“practice.” he reasoned shortly before heading your way, not even sparing your teacher a glance.

he ignored the eyes watching him and focused his stares right at you. the three other boys shrugs their shoulder off and boredly face front. jake’s smirking, jay rolled his eyes and heeseung watches carefully

sunghoon placed your things on the side of your table and leaned down to look through your eyes.

“here, baby.” he says casually then messed your hair before walking to his chair.

lips of some girls from your class are gapped open at the scene they just witnessed. they cannot believe it and wondered what’s between you and park sunghoon. they are beyond surprise and you can’t help but to just shrug it off. what more if they finds out his three other friends are involve too?

the classes continued normally, or that’s what you try to make yourself believe. the stares from your classmates are often darted at you. still not over about the scene a while ago. it was slowly getting annoying.

while writing down on your paper, you heard a chair being dragged to your side.

“hey,” your head looked over jake who just sat down.

“yeah?”

he tilts his head, “did you have fun?”

your mouth hangs open, what happened a while ago flashes back to your mind instantly because of his question. jake saw it and he grins before scoffing.

“you did.” he touches your chin to make you look up, “your face says it all.” he added and grins, masking the emotion slowly igniting inside his chest.

you gulped and licked your lips.

“j-jake,” you called him.

he raised one of his brows, waiting for what you’re going to say.

“about beomgyu...” your word halts.

the instant change on his mood just proves you that he has something to do with how the boys are treating you. his eyes turned cold, jaw clenching slightly.

“what about him?” his stingy tone rings your head.

“its not what you think—”

“jake.” both of your heads whips to the direction of the voice who called him.

lee heeseung stood by the door, watching you both with his heated gaze. his eyes shifts to yours and it sent direct chills. your head lowering as an automatic response.

“y/n, can you grab these workbooks and help me take it to the student council office?”

envious eyes darted at your direction when he ask you that. you can even hear someone commented that why should it be you. his dark gaze he gave you indicates that you have no other choice but to follow him.

you stood up, jake's eyes stayed and never left you. he watch how you walks towards the table, near his friend. jay and sunghoon seems uninterested as they bicker over something he doesn’t care at all.

“which one should i carry?” you asked heeseung.

he used his chin to point the fewer stacks of workbooks, he took the heavier stacks. he’s the first one to leave the room and you stalked behind him. students in the hallways greets heeseung with amusement through their eyes. they don’t even notice you at all. they’re too focused on him.

when you arrived the student council office, he stops beside the door then glance at you with serious eyes. your stomach churns and suddenly felt agitated.

“place those books here so you can open the door.” he instructed that you obeyed right away.

he didn’t even budge from his position when you place additional weight to what he’s carrying. totally unbothered.

you opened the door for him and hold it so it wouldn’t be on the way. he smoothly walks inside and you remained standing by door, looking at him placing it neatly at the table.

his eyes trailed towards you.

“get inside and lock the door.” he says and you saw him loosening his school tie.

you gulped and instantly felt on edge. he watch how you closed the door and he only looked away after hearing the sound of the lock clicking.

“sit down here, angel.”

angel.

you blushed so hard and its a little crazy how one word affects you so much. the somersault inside your stomach added weigh on your emotions. his heated gaze totally not helping.

“heeseung, about beomgyu...” you started.

his face remained blank. unlike jake, he didn’t show any foul mood or anything. but that slightly bothers you more. heeseung is always calm, very reserved. his mysterious demeanor pulls you more into him, digging a bigger space for your curiosity.

“it wasn’t what you guys think. i know what’s happening these days is somehow connected to him.”

he sighed heavily and tilts his head, “we already warned you and sent him a message.”

the way he talks sounded so calm. like nothing can ever make him nervous or anxious. he never stutters and speaks with so much confidence. he knows what he’s saying and that’s makes him more attractive in people’s eyes. what’s sexier than a man who knows what he wants in life?

“he just told me that he’s sorry—”

“if he’s really sorry then he should just stayed away.” he cuts you off.

you licked your lips and was about to talk again when he lets out a strained sigh.

“enough.”

“i j-just—”

“strip for me.” your mouth hangs open and stared at his eyes.

he looked serious as usual. his eyes silently conveying a message that you’ll get in trouble if you don’t obey him right away. without much of a choice, you start to take off sunghoon’s uniform.

he looked at it with no emotion and brows slightly twitched at the sight of a bruise by your arm. it doesn’t really hurt, but it was evident.

“does it hurt?” his tone full of concern.

you’re quite amused at him, blushing.

“no. don’t worry.”

“he lost control, didn’t he?” his hand reaches for it, caressing it gently like it will aid it. he looks at your eyes, waiting for your answer.

“just f-for a short time...”

he sighs and nods his head. this isn’t the time to talk or think about sunghoon’s bad temper. he tilt his chin, asking you to continue. when you’re left with your underwears he stood up then stared down at you.

“lay down on the table.”

your eyes grew big, hesitant to his request.

“won’t they come here? i thought the student body are busy today...?”

he glanced on your eyes once and it was enough to shut your mouth then do as he says. he offered his hand for assistance. his hand are warm, unlike sunghoon’s. he helped you step on a chair so you can climb on the table.

it feels so awkward sitting on it and having heeseung stand in between your thighs.

“lay down. i want to eat you.” he said so casually that made your core twitch in so much anticipation.

you wanted to curse yourself for how your body reacts to them. this isn’t how it suppose to be. you should protest and tell them off. or even get mad because you thought they’re already interested to a different girl. but... why do you find yourself laying back on the table while lee heeseung is gradually taking your panties off?

“breath, angel.” he smirks and you glanced away feeling guilty. he knew you’ve been holding your breath since you climb to this table.

the feeling of being this naked in front of heeseung is so overwhelming, both in good and bad ways.

“eyes on me.”

his command made you lift your body so you can see him dip his head and spit on your already wet pussy. you pursed your lips, doesn’t want to let out a moan.

he lifts his hand and slide one finger inside. you can feel it so long and warm.

“did he stretch you enough for me?” he whispers so close to your cunt, his hot breath fanning to your wet core.

“heeseung...”

“shh.” he glared at you then added another finger.

“god, this pussy.” he groans and leans in attaching his lips, lapping your cunt.

“heeseung..” you moaned and covers your lips, feeling shy by how you whimper. it sounded pathetic.

the feeling of his hot long tongue grazing and slightly getting inside your hole drives you crazy. your thighs automatically closes, caging his head in between.

he looks at you over his eyelashes, one hand pushed your thigh open. he leans away, “keep it open for me, angel.”

he smirks and placed a kiss on the insides of your thighs, “i know it feels so good, but i want your legs open.”

he grabbed both of your hands, making you hold your legs. you whimpered, feeling frustrated that his lips are not latched on your aching core. he glanced at you and smirks after seeing your desperation.

“patience, angel.”

he then dips his head again and started eating you. it felt so good, he was doing it expertly, making your head all fuzzy.

“oh my gosh,” you moaned and throw your head back after feeling a knot forming inside your stomach.

“i’m c-cumming,”

“really? give it to me.”

and with that you released, legs shaking and eyes tightly shut. heeseung made sure he gets all of your juices, nothing spills. you tried to open your eyes to look at him and the scene was so erotic. heeseung put his lips on your hole and suck it.

“uggh.” your eyes shuts and lips shakes in so much pleasure.

he kept sucking and gave your slit one last long lick. after that, he stood up and wiped off his chin. he looked so satisfied. he helped you get up, head still all clouded with the intense feeling he just gave you.

he then took off his clothes and went to sit down at the sofa. the same couch where jay took you yesterday. he rests his arms and watch you intensely.

“ride me.”

with wobbly legs, you walked towards him. once in reach, he slides his hand on your waist and helps you to get in position. your straddle above him, knees bore at the sofa. he hold you and watch how you reach for his hardened cock. you gave it a few strokes before placing its head near your hole.

“oohh,” you can’t help but to moan.

“slowly...” he whispers, face already on your side. his lips grazes your ears dangerously.

the lust took over you completely, taking control of your mind and actions. you are losing it, just wanted to have him deep inside you. lower lip trapped in between your teeth you slowly sat on heeseung’s long thick cock, moaning as it reaches all the right spots.

“u-uhhh,” your stretched moan made heeseung grin. satisfied at how you’re so eager to have him inside you.

“move, angel. fuck my cock into you.” he whispered full of lust like hypnotizing you.

you started riding him, at first with slow pace until you feel more desperate for him. moaning and gasping as you continued bouncing, not caring if someone from outside hear your shenanigans.

“feel so good.” you mumbled.

“oh yeah? ride faster.”

you obeyed, but your poor stamina and the overstimuation makes you feel so weak. you slump on his lap, cock buried deep inside. your head rested on his shoulder, panting.

“tired already?” he asks softly that you responded with a short nod.

he chuckles and placed a swift kiss on your cheeks. “all right. place your hand on the sofa and lift yourself a bit, angel. i will fuck you myself.”

pulling yourself together, you do as he said. eyes half-lidded drowned in your own desires. heeseung watches with a grin and kisses you once at your lips before starting to rutt his cock to your cunt, his hips moving so fast that you make you a moaning mess.

“o-oh my gosh...” and your forehead rests on his shoulder.

“my baby so weak that he needs me to fuck you myself, hmm?” he bit your earlobe once that made you whimper.

the slapping sounds of your skins so erotic. enough to make you feel the knot inside your stomach once again. your grip on the sofa tighten along with your hole, making the man under you groan in pleasure.

“cumming already?”

you nod while biting your lips so hard. he smirks and kisses you eagerly, feeling himself reaching his climax as well.

“cum with me, angel.”

with a few more hard thrusts from heeseung, you came all over his length and not long after, he follows. groaning so hard while kissing you with furrowed brows. he kept fucking his dick in you while supporting you so you won’t fall.

he pulls away to focus on sliding his cock in and out as you rest your head on his shoulder, nuzzling at crook of his neck.

“you’re such a good girl for me. for all of us.” you heard him whisper before placing a sweet kiss at your forehead.

“okay class we will have a group research project and i want you to participate properly in your group. i don’t want to hear some complains.” your teacher in your last period said.

the class reacts and gave their own comments. some already rants, the others being happy to do a group project and even say the people they wanted to work with.

you, on the other hand is resting your head on your table. too tired to even give a care about it. thankfully, the teacher after the lunch break didn’t attend and so you had the chance to take a nap after what you and heeseung did.

the thought itself made you blush so hard.

you teacher started announcing the groups. you tried hard to listen, waiting for your name to be called.

“park jongseong, jake sim, lee heeseung, park sunghoon and (surname) y/n).”

you slowly raised your head, blinking while staring in front. confused if you heard that right. did she just call your name? whose your group mates again?

“damn, she’s so lucky. why does it have to be her?” one of your girl classmates whispered to her friend while giving you a glaring look.

you noticed that the class are now moving seats to gather around by groups. still spacing out, you glanced around. waiting for someone to call you.

jake sim then raised his hand while jay pulls a vacant chair near his. the four pairs of eyes darts at you.

“y/n, come! we’re partners!” jake says excitedly.

your mouth fell open slightly while eyeing their direction. jake’s smile is wide, jay’s smirking along with sunghoon while heeseung eyes you seriously.

‘oh no...’ you thought to yourself.

since you don’t want to be scolded by your teacher, you stood up and slowly head to their direction.

“we’re going to have so much fun...” jake stated meaningfully before winking at you.

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[lilwonie]

MAKEUP & MY BOYFRIEND ⤿ 𝓅ark 𝒿ongseong .

𝓈ynopsis. testing lipsticks and a plenty of beauty products on your boyfriend's hand is funny. pairing. jonseong x contentcreator!femreader genre. tooth rooting fluff, a bit suggestive. wc: 650. 𝓶aster𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓽.

WARNINGS : not proofread, jongseong is a teaser, mentions of marriage.

𝒸ece no𝓉ℯ𝓈 : saw this video on pinterest and couldn't stop thinking about jay...

"oh! i saw this one on tiktok!" your boyfriend heard your gasp, walking closer to you as you ran to check on the unknown product. "babe! come here!" you waved your hand, calling him. "which colour do you think matches me?" jongseong followed your hands, as they held two different lipstick packaging; which you displayed close to your cheeks, like you were comparing the two colours.

"both." he shrugged, hearing your annoyed scoff, murmuring a 'men...' "isn't easier to ask which one matches me?" he emphasised.

"here, give me your hand again." watching you make grabby hands at his own hands, he snorted, but still gave you his hand. "thank you." you spoke with a high pitched voice, making jongseong look at you as you were focused on testing the lipstick on his skin.

"do you realise you have hands too?" he teased, smirking as he thought you were cute.

"but they are too pretty to get stained." you blew a kiss that was supposed to lay onto your shoulder, but instead, laid onto jongseong's heart.

"and my hands aren't?" he raised a brow. "that wasn't what you said last night-"

"shut up! gimme." you nodded to his hand, and your boyfriend chuckled. "be quiet and do your job as a good boyfriend."

"yes, ma'am." he pursed his lips, holding your sephora basket taking the chance to check on the products you were considering taking out. "what is this?" he held a unknown product, showing you.

"is an eyelash curler." you replied, not even bothering to look at him as you do so; way too interested on the dior's stand.

"why does it look like something that could harm you?" he hummed to himself.

"i'm buying it to kill you while you're asleep." you intrude his own question.

"wow, so romantic." he mocked. "is this the girlfriend job thing?" jongseong teased you, creeping his hands around your waist while you were checking on a blush palette package.

"definitely." you chuckled.

"and what about the wife job?"

"i'm not your wife yet." you displayed your tongue, pouting as your words fell into your own ears after a hurtful shrug.

"yet," he kissed your cheek, feeling you testing a liquid blush on his skin. "make sure to get an appointment with your nail stylish later, yeah?" you felt a kiss being placed onto your exposed neck.

"stop playing."

"i'm not," he shook his head, quickly replying to you with a offended tone. "when was the last time i played with you?"

"well..." your eyes lifted as your head did as well, stopping in a pose that who looked could think you were thinking about either not taking out that blush.

"okay, don't tell me; be humble." he whispered, sounding like a scaredy cat while nodding his head above your shoulder.

"how can i be humble when my boyfriend treats me like just another hoe," you shrugged, playfully sighing and starting to walk with jongseong clinging onto you like a koala.

"hey!" he yelled in your ear, and you giggled, turning your body to cup your boyfriend's cheeks.

"i love you." you placed a quick sweet peck onto his lips, following the action with a playful smile. "you have lipstick on your lips." you chuckled watching his non-reaction.

"come here," he pulled your nape to kiss you better, letting go of the store's basket — causing a huge and loud noise when it fell onto the ground. "i love you more even though you use me as a product tester; and i'm really hoping these stains come out easily." he pointed out while cupping your cheeks.

"boyfriend duties babe." you shrugged.

"yeah, soon-to-be-husband duties babe." he mocked you. "can we check out now? i wanna kiss you better." he placed a teasingly kiss on the cheek.

"almost, now we have to go to that aisle." you pointed your finger at the red lipstick aisle.

"oh gosh..."

© 𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐥𝐞 , originals — 24.

[lilwonie]

Request: Ahem..imagine.. overprotective step brother Sunghoon with innocent baby sister Y/n…Crap my corruption kink is insatiable right now

Warnings: stepcest, dubcon, smut, cursing, slight angst,

Pairing: stepbrother!Sunghoon x female!reader

(one itty bitty scene with Heeseung x Reader)

Word Count: 4.7k

Author Note: I was going feral over this request in my inbox. I’m not taking all the credit for this, @paralyzedparadiseonmytongue and I went crazy going back and forth with ideas, so this was created from both of our brains. Not 100% proofread, if you see a mistake, no you didn't.

NSFW WARNINGS UNDER CUT. MDNI.

NSFW WARNINGS: loss of virginity, unprotected sex, cream pie, corruption kink, size kink, dacryphilia, manhandling, spanking, spit, "oppa" kink, “pup” and “puppy” nicknames, degradation, fingering, oral (female rec), choking, squirting, biting, hair pulling

Park Sunghoon, the sweetest step brother you could have ever asked for, well, he was more like a best friend actually, considering you two didn’t grow up together. His dad married your mom when you were both eighteen and now at twenty one, you both share a cozy off campus apartment while you attend the same college. He insisted you two live together, he had to make sure his sweet baby sister was safe and well taken care of. 

Most people from the outside looking in thought maybe you two were just a little too close. Sunghoon moved to you like a magnet, you were never far from his sight or grasp. His large hands always have some type of grip on you, to keep you next to him. You’ve even become part of his friend group, his best friends Jay, Jake, and Jungwon over almost everyday and witnessing the odd behavior first hand. Like how Sunghoon loved to game with them, but insisted you sit on his lap for good luck, even though there were plenty of other seats to choose from. Even noticing how Sunghoon dictated what you wore and who you spent time with when you were away from him. 

You didn’t mind, you always felt so safe and protected in his grasp, he took care of you and always wanted the best for you. Although, there were some instances where you did bump heads with one another, specifically in the dating department. Sunghoon set in place a strict no dating rule for you to focus on college, which you tried to fight but in the end he won that argument. He has this idea of you staying, his sweet innocent baby sister, but as you get older and see all of your friends around you with their boyfriends you can't help but crave the affection of a man.

Which brings you to your current predicament. Standing in the parking garage of your apartment complex you swallow back nerves as you stare at your stepbrother's parked car in his reserved parking space. It was Saturday night, the third Saturday of the month which meant he would be out until three am with the guys at Jake’s. But it’s midnight and his car is his home..how long had he been home? Did he go to your room? Does he know you snuck out without his permission?

You quickly dig your phone out of your purse and turn it on and your stomach immediately drops seeing the screen light come on followed by notification after notification. Text messages, missed calls, and voicemails. Fishing out your makeup bag you find your compact to make sure you look presentable, fixing the smudged lipstick on your lips, and the smeared eyeliner under your eyes, fixing your tousled hair and messed up hair bows into a presentable state, you had to look normal. But turning your compact you can feel all the color drain from your face at the dark purple hickey right under your left ear. Fuck. Maybe he wouldn't notice. It didn't matter right now, you had to get inside before he sent a search party out for you. 

You practically sprint to your apartment, maybe he wouldn’t be mad? Taking a shaky breath you quietly unlock the front door and push it open slowly peeking your head inside. As soon as the door is halfway open it’s ripped out of your grasp and Sunghoon is towering over you with a deep scowl on his face, the veins in his neck are almost bulging, and his eyes are dark and narrowed at you. 

“Where the fuck were you?” His voice is even deeper than normal making your nerves rattle even more. His hand was gripping the door so hard his knuckles were white, and his muscles were flexed in his red muscle shirt. 

“I went out with Winter…we have a project due this week and we had an emergency meeting.” You mentally pat yourself on the back for coming up with that lie quickly. He’s quiet as his narrowed eyes search your face and then drop down to your attire. A short babydoll dress, he would never allow you to wear something that short out in public. Lipstick? You never wore lipstick…and perfume? He recognized the floral scent as your very expensive perfume you only reserved for special occasions. 

But what really caught him off guard was the jacket you had on, the one you forgot to take off in your haste to the apartment. It was clearly a male jacket, the black leather clashing against your powder pink babydoll dress and practically swallowing your smaller frame. It wasn’t his jacket. Where the fuck did this jacket come from? More importantly, why did this jacket seem vaguely familiar to him? He had seen it before, but couldn’t quite put his finger on who. 

He clenches his jaw and moves to the side allowing you to step inside, you nervously walk in keeping your head down letting him shut the door behind you and locking it. “Where were you really?” His back is turned to you, with both his palms flat on the front door as his head hangs low as if he’s trying to compose himself. 

“Oppa, I told you I was with Win-” 

“Pup, if you keep lying to me, I will punish you.” He finally turns around and shows you the no nonsense look on his sharp face. A look he usually never gave you, you look down at your maryjane shoes nervously avoiding his gaze. His long legs only take a few strides before he’s standing in front of you once again blocking you between him and the sofa, now that you’re in the bright light of the living room a glimpse of the purple bruise hidden poorly by your hair. 

He pinches your chin between his thumb and index finger and jerks your head toward him and to the side and uses his other hand to yank your hair over your shoulder exposing your neck to him, coming face to face with the dark hickey. “What the fuck?! Who did this?!”

It was cruel timing that in that exact moment the cell phone clutched in your hand vibrated, Sunghoon’s darkened eyes flicker between your phone and your panicked face. Before you can put the phone back in your bag he drops your chin from his hand and snatches the cell from your hand reading the notification on the home screen. 

Heeseung: I had a lot of fun tonight, pretty girl. Let’s do it again real soon ;) 

Lee fucking Heeseung. The only motherfucker stupid enough to try anything with you. Sunghoon’s rival. Anything Sunghoon did Heeseung just had to be better at, showing off those “all rounder ace” skills. He can feel the fury rising in his blood, now realizing where he had seen the jacket you’re currently wearing. Heeseung’s famous leather jacket he wore everywhere was currently wrapped around his sister's body. 

Indescribable anger and rage was taking over his body, there was no fucking way you were out with Heeseung and let him touch what was his. His hands were ripping the jacket off of your body, forcibly removing the leather jerking your limbs around and throwing it to the floor. 

“I can’t believe you let him touch you! Did he fuck you?! Did you let that asshole fuck you?!” He was inches from your face spitting each word at you making you tremble under his harsh tone. 

“No! Oppa, we didn’t…I didn’t-“

He grabs your throat and brings your face close to his, your nose against his so your staring into his black eyes, “don’t fucking lie to me. What did you let that motherfucker do?” Your eyes brimmed with tears, he’d never spoken to you so harshly before, he always treated you softly. You take a shaky breath and let a tear fall down your cheek, your bottom lip trembles and you decide to just bite the bullet and tell him, maybe he’d be softer if you were honest. 

“Fuck, baby, I’m not gonna last long.” Heeseung pants against your open mouth. You whimper feeling the veins on the underside of his swollen cock rub against your clit, he has your hips in his hands guiding you back and forth on him. Your knees on either side of his waist as you grind harder down on his bare cock with your dress bunched around your waist and panties to the side so he has a clear view of your dripping cunt rubbing on his angry red tipped cock. 

“F-fuck…next time I’m gonna fuck you baby-I gotta be the first one in your little virgin cunt.” He nips at your bottom lip making you whine. He lowers his head and licks along your neck and nips on the skin making you grind against him harder trying to chase your high.

“Come on baby, make a mess on my cock-“ he grips you harder and lets you grind on him like a bitch in heat. The familiar feeling in your belly explodes as you grip his shoulders to steady yourself as your thighs shake around him letting your orgasm wash over you. He still works your hips against him close to his own release. 

“Fuck” he groans letting spurts of his cum shoot out of his cock and onto his stomach as he sucks the skin on your neck harshly leaving his mark on you, marking you his, marking you for Sunghoon to see. You whine from the overstimulation but he drags your wet pussy on his cock a few more times to make sure he got all of his cum out. “Mmm, made me feel so good baby..”  

Sunghoon slowly blinks at you as he processes the information you just told him. You nervously look around anywhere but his face as he continues to stare at you. A part of him is relieved to know Heeseung didn’t stick his dick inside of you, but a much larger part of him is seething knowing Heeseung saw you in such a compromising way, a way Sunghoon never has. And you came on Heeseungs cock, not his. 

“Go shower.” He finally says dropping his hand from your throat. The thought of Heeseungs bare cock touching you was enough to make him sick, he needed you to wash yourself and get him off of your body. “Shower? Oppa I-“

“You’re already in a lot of trouble, puppy. Don’t make it worse.” He retorts, “go shower now.” You hang your head in embarrassment and nod, not wanting to anger him further, “yes, oppa.”

You wrap the towel around your body tighter as you leave the shared bathroom, passing by the living room you notice Sunghoon isn’t there. Must be in his room. Clutching the fabric to your chest you tiptoe to your bedroom only to jump in surprise seeing Sunghoon sitting on your bed, he’s slightly hunched over with his elbows in his lap and his chin resting in the palm of his right hand lazily. 

“Oppa? What are you doing here?” You shift nervously on the balls of your feet. “Come sit with me pup, we need to talk.”

You pad over to your bed and sit next to him looking at the palms of your hands in your lap hoping he doesn’t yell at you again. “You know how much I hate him, why would you sneak out to meet up with that fucker? You know he’s a player. You’re not the only girl he’s seeing, pup. Don’t tell me you’re stupid enough to fall for his bullshit fake charm.”

The words cause a dwindle of pain in your chest at him insinuating you’re stupid. “I’m not stupid! I didn’t let him fuck me, oppa….im still a virgin.” He scoffs and stands up from the bed shaking his head at the absurdity of your statement. Sure, you didn’t let him fuck you, but you were humping his dick like a desperate whore. 

“Besides, I’m not a little girl. You can’t tell me what to do, I want to date. And if I decide to date and lose my virginity to Heeseung, that's my business. I’m a grown woman.” You said crossing your arms over your towel covered chest keeping your voice even and firm. 

He bends his body at his waist and leans down so he’s face to face with you. He has an unreadable smile on his face as the tip of his tongue licks his sharp canines, "you wanna be a woman so bad, then oppa'll show what it means to be a woman."

Confused by his words you don’t register how quickly he grabs your arm yanking you off of the bed and spinning you around so fast you find yourself thrown over his lap face down ass up being held down by his strong arms. 

“Sunghoon! What are you-“

You gasp feeling your towel being lifted above your waist showing him your bare lower half. He has one hand holding your wrists together at the small of your back pressing you down on his lap keeping you in place, the other is rubbing the plush of your cheeks gripping and massaging the flesh. 

This was a line you two had never crossed, you had never pictured your sweet step brother doing something like this but here you are, bent over his knee exposed to him. The cold air of the air conditioning hitting your exposed bottom and cunt make you shudder under his harsh grip. 

“You know oppa doesn't wanna punish you, puppy. if you weren't such a bad girl running around being a slut, I wouldn't have to do this. Now stop moving and take your punishment like a good pup.”

“Sunghoon what the fu-“

You're cut off by the first harsh slap of his large hand making contact with your ass. The stinging sensation jerks your body up a little as you squeal from the impact. “What did you call me, pup?” You don’t answer him, you try to wiggle away from him, but his grip is too hard on you, and he’s not even using his full strength. 

You sniffle and yell out again when his heavy hand drops another smack down on your opposite ass cheek. “I asked you a question, pup.”

“O-oppa…I called you oppa.” He hums in satisfaction and delivers a few more stinging slaps on your bottom making sure both cheeks are bright red. You sniffle as he finally stops spanking you, now feeling embarrassment when you feel how wet you’ve become from his humiliating punishment. 

His hands rub over the red handprint marks he left on your supple bottom teasing the sensitive flesh, his long fingers spread your cheeks apart so he can look at both of your holes and finally see your pussy for the first time in all its glistening glory. He sees the sticky arousal stuck to your folds and notices how your little clit is a bit swollen, probably from your earlier orgasm from Heeseung. Which only pisses him off more. 

He slips a finger between your folds and watches you try and squirm out of his grasp again, “oppa! We shouldn’t..you shouldn’t be touching me like that!”

“If you really meant that your little pussy wouldn’t be this wet,” he huffed, tapping your clit with the tip of his index finger making you squirm more on his lap, his cock fully hardening under you. He drags the tip of his finger down a little further to your hole and circles it, chuckling darkly at the way it clenches around nothing and pulses under his touch. 

Tossing you off of his lap and onto your bed, he drops to his knees and yanks your lower half to him by your ankle, having your ass hanging off of the bed. He spreads your folds apart with his fingers seeing the strings of your arousal cling to each other. “Can’t believe you let that asshole see your pussy first.” He grumbled.

“What are you doi-AH!” He cuts your question off by diving straight into your cunt. Dragging his tongue from your hole to clit lewdly slurping and suckling every part of your pussy. Everything in your brain is screaming at you that this is wrong but that doesn’t stop your hips from bucking into his mouth as your fingers claw at the sheets underneath you. 

Humming as soon as your arousal hits his tongue, how did he stay away from your sweet pussy this long? The sticky sweet juice only feeds his desires for you further, he could spend days between your legs tasting you. 

He pulls away for a moment and looks up at you through his hooded dark lust filled eyes, his hair messily falling in front of them, he bites your inner thigh and sucks a dark mark marking you. You moan and arch up again desperate to rub your pussy against his tongue again. "This pretty little pussy, your little virgin pussy, is mine.” He growls before diving back in, scraping his sharp canines against your folds making you shake under him. 

He sucks your swollen clit into his mouth as he slips his middle finger inside of you groaning into you at how impossibly tight you feel. How was he going to fit his cock in such a tight little fuck hole? He hears your choked gasp and watches your chest heave as he swirls his finger around trying to find your special spot. He taps the spongy spot inside of you and smirks against your pussy at hearing the loud whine you pant out with your thighs shaking around his head. Using the distraction he slips another finger inside of you and makes sure to hit that spot with each thrust of his hand. 

Your hand reaches down and tangles in his disheveled hair pressing him harder against your pussy desperate to cum on your step brother's tongue. Your hips roll against his mouth creating more friction in desperation, wanting his long fingers deeper inside of you. He can feel your walls sucking in his fingers, knowing you're close. He laughs against you sending a vibration against your core, he removes your clit from his mouth and pulls his fingers from your cunt with no warning ripping your orgasm away from you. 

He stands up and watches the frustrated tears sting your waterline. “Dumb puppy, did you think I would let you cum that easily after what you did?” He slaps your inner thigh and greedily sucks your juice off of his fingers. “Please….” You beg almost pathetically.

“Please what, puppy?” He smirked deviously toying with your towel that still wrapped around your chest. “Please oppa-I want your mouth back on me..I need to cum-please..” You’d never thought you’d be begging for such a thing from your stepbrother. 

He clicks his teeth and rips the towel off of your chest and groans internally as the sight of your bare breasts. “Are you going to go back to being oppa’s obedient little puppy?” He asks, grabbing your chest in his large hands, twisting your nipples and making them erect. You moan and arch into the air desperate to feel him on your cunt again. 

“I’m sorry oppa..please..” the tears are spilling onto your cheeks and he thinks he’s about to bust in his pants. He leans his body over yours and licks the salty liquid from your cheeks, “fine, oppa will give his puppy what she wants. But you’re going to cum on my cock.”

You try to sit up but he pushes you back down on the bed, “oppa we can’t do that! I’m a virgin-that’s wrong- I can’t lose it to you-“

Tired of your talking he presses his lips onto yours in a rough kiss. You gasp and he takes the opportunity to slide his tongue between your lips and lick into your mouth, letting you taste the remnants of your arousal on his tongue. Morally, you knew this was wrong, but you couldn’t ignore the way more of your slick gushed out of your hole. 

Kissing him sent butterflies into your belly, your arms instinctively wrapping around his neck holding his face to yours chasing his movements desperate to feel all of him. It was a dirty kiss, all teeth and spit letting drool spill from the sides of your mouths but he tasted so good. He pulls away when he can’t breathe and lets a string of spit connect your swollen lips. 

You already looked so fucked out under him with wide glossy innocent eyes, swollen lips and your heavy open mouthed panting. He needed to fuck you, to finally claim you as his. He stands back up straightening his back and leaves your lower half dangling off of the end of the bed. He reaches behind his head to remove his muscle shirt off his body, you can’t help but let your eyes drop over his newly exposed skin. 

You’ve seen him shirtless before but this was different, his ab muscles flexing as he undoes the sting of his black sweatpants and sliding them down his legs with his boxers, kicking them to the side with your discarded towel. His cock is much bigger than Heeseungs’s, it hangs heavy in the air, thick with veins protruding from the pink skin and leaking precum at the angry tip. 

Slotting himself between your dangling legs he notices the apprehension on your face, “are you going to be my good puppy?” Your eyes flicker from his stern face to his massive cock only centimeters away from your pussy and you swallow the lump in your throat. “Oppa..maybe we shouldn’t do this..”

He grabs the base of his cock and rubs the tip of it through your wet folds and watches your eyes flutter at the sensation, he repeats the action a few times making sure to coat the entire tip in your arousal. 

“This is the only cock you're ever going to fucking take. Do you understand me, pup?" 

Snapping your eyes back open you try and sit up, “oppa, wait we-“

Not even caring about the words coming out of your mouth he slides into your wet cunt making a pained gasp leave your mouth as you try to squirm away but he has a firm grip on your hips keeping you in place. He licks his lips watching your little cunt swallow his thick cock, he moves inch by inch until he’s buried fully in you.

Silent tears trickle from your eyes and pool into your ears as the shameful thoughts invade your brain of your stepbrother taking your virginity. He drops his hand down to your clit as he rubs the swollen nub, snapping your mind away from those thoughts and bringing you back to him. 

Hearing you moan gives him a signal to start moving his hips, groaning at the feeling of your gummy walls sliding along his cock. He keeps rubbing your clit to distract you from the uncomfortable pain, even though he’s wanting nothing more than to pound you into the mattress but he needs to stretch you a little. 

“O-oppa-“ you manage to gasp out through all of the new sensations you are feeling. Hearing that word in such a breathy moan has him grunting and mumbling a quick “fuck it”. Grabbing your left leg and tossing it over his shoulder giving him a new deeper angle. 

Your back arches off of the bed as you grip the blanket harder and yell out his name, never feeling something so deep inside of you before. He doesn’t care about your comfort anymore, knowing the pain will subside. He fucks into you fast and hard making the loud smacks of your skin slapping together echo through your room. 

He feels your walls clenching again when the new angle has him brushing right at your g spot. Grabbing a fistful of your hair he brings your head up off the bed and forces you to look at his cock entering you. “You see how deep oppa is inside of you, puppy? You’re mine.” Each time his cock enters you the tip of his cock hits above your belly button in a visible bulge making you groan at the sight. 

He drops you back on the bed and rubs at your puffy clit again, “cum on oppa’s cock, be a good pup.” The dual sensation of hearing his words and the movements on your clit have your eyes rolling into the back of your skull as your orgasm washes over you, gripping his cock painfully tight. 

He groans at the painful squeeze but keeps his pace, fucking you through it. Your mouth is dropped open in a silent scream as drool lightly seeps out the corners of your mouth. A layer of your white creamy release collects at the base of his cock against his pelvis, he can feel his own release creeping up on him. 

Flipping you over on your stomach like you weigh nothing he enters you again, not letting you recover from your first orgasm. You try to crawl away from him because the overstimulation is too much but he just grabs your hips and delivers a warning slap on your ass. You grip your blanket and whine into the mattress as he resumes his hard thrusts into you. 

Enjoying the view only the way your ass bounces against him he can’t help but spread your cheeks apart and gather a wad of spit in his mouth before spitting it on your hole, he uses his thumb to spread his spit around the untouched hole making you clench around him. He teases your rim a little more by just applying small amounts of pressure to the outside of the muscle to feel you clench around his cock. “Don’t worry pup, oppa will fuck that hole next. All your little fuck holes are mine now, puppy.” 

“O-oppa..s’too much-'' you manage to babble out feeling another tightening sensation building in your tummy. He grabs a handful of your hair and yanks you against his firm chest, wrapping his arm around your neck, his bicep is around your throat and he flexes it around your throat tightening his hold on you. 

“Don’t be a naughty pup, I haven’t even cum yet.” He grunts as he pounds into your sore cunt more vigorously. With each relentless thrust he gives has his heavy balls slapping your clit, adding more to your overstimulation. You bite down on his bicep to suppress your loud whines and he hisses. He sends a harsh smack on your ass and nips at your earlobe. “Naughty puppy, you bite me again and I’ll bite you harder.” 

Seeing the dark hickey Heeseung left on you by the ear he nipped on makes him fuck into you faster, letting the anger take over again. Stupid fucker must have left on purpose for him to see. He feels your hot walls squeeze him and he knows you're close, reaching a hand down to your engorged clit and rubbing at a fast pace making you sob and try and squirm away from his touch, but he doesn’t let you.

An unfamiliar sensation builds in your belly and you don’t have enough air in your lungs to warn him before you slick shoots out of you, taking you both by surprise. Sunghoon continues to rub your pussy through it letting your slick gush and pool onto the bed. The stimulation of your squirt sends you into a haze and you bite down on his bicep again to stop the scream in your throat. 

With his own high fast approaching, he doesn’t care about the pain from the bite, rutting into you desperate to stuff you full of his seed. A deep growl emits from his chest as soon as the first shot of his cum coats your walls. He sinks his teeth onto the hickey hard, breaking skin and letting little drops of metallic coat his tongue. He did warn you if you bit him again he’d bite you harder. His hips slowly rock against yours letting your sore cunt milk him completely dry as you cry out into his bicep from his hard bite. 

He continues to push his softening cock in and out of your abused hole making sure his cum is buried deep inside of you. He finally pulls out of your cunt and lets your weary body hit the bed with a soft whimper, he cups your bottom and spreads your cheeks again watching the way his cum dribbles out of you and onto the bed joining your mess. “Such a good puppy for oppa.”

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[lilwonie]

Would you ever do mtl be into cnc 👀

cnc stands for consensual non consent, please do not read this if it's going to upset you. reminder that cnc is consensual and agreed upon by everyone involved!

warnings: anal, jake repeatedly goes past the boundaries, safe words, dry penetration, crying, being physically overpowered, the act of saying "no" for fantasy sake, fainting, the act of gagging where you can't say the safe word, various roleplay mentions, knife/blood kink.

MTL: hyung line + consensual non consent

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★ heeseung: he would be the one bringing it up to you, and would probably be a little shocked when you immediately agree. then again, you could never seriously say no to those big sparkling doe eyes. if he wants to hear a no, if he wants to see you try to fight and cry your way out of something, if that's what gets him going, hell fucking yeah, you can play that part for him. And he loves it too. Heeseung can always be quite rough in bed, safe words and all, but he would definitely go harder the second you say no. and he'd also know deep down that you only say no when you want him to go harder, and make it hurt more. additionally, he'll probably take all of your holes, even the ones where- outside of the cnc fantasy- you're a bit unsure about. but that's the thing, you're not against it, and offering nothing but his spit-coated cock dryly pushing past your rim is-- well, even you're not sure if the way you writhe was real or not. still, even through it all, heeseung would keep a soothing hand somewhere on you to comfort you, simply because he knows he may or may not teeter on the boundaries that the two of you set in place.

☆ jay: with jay being the service top of all service tops, I think he would be willing to do literally anything you ask both in the bedroom and outside of it and not falter for a second. i don't think he would be the one bringing it up, but he would absolutely be the one playing the role as an aggressor for your pleasure. Would probably be a bit too gentle for your liking at first, or on edge a little bit about it but I also think he'd end up enjoying the way you give him the power after a little while. he'd start really playing the role when you cry and writhe to get away from him, acting like you're not absolutely dripping down his balls as he forces himself deep and holds you against him. jay would probably surprise you too, disguising praise with awful filthy words, like, "so tight when you try to fight-" and "does it hurt enough?". hm, not to be hella biased but i also think jay would unlock a few kinks through this, blood, knives, ropes, chains, etc. after all, partaking in a kink so extreme does tend to open the doors for all sorts of pain and pleasure to safely partake in together. do I think jay would lend a little cut before sucking your blood up if you so much as gave his knife some heart eyes? yes. do i think he would tie you up, forcing you to curl in on yourself so he can fuck every part of you? yes. but also, i think he is the fucking king of aftercare and would keep you patched up and comfortable after the fact, making damn sure you know he loves you.

★ jake: he's into it 100%, and eventually one of you would bring it up and offer discussions and boundaries after checking the internet history lmfao. the thing with jake is, he may be a bit too rough with it to the point you've had to literally shove him off of you because you see the light in his eyes die and something else take over. I'm talking like, he's holding your head with both hands slamming into your throat, and even if you fight to breathe you know it's part of the fantasy and you can't literally shout the safe word because well...you know, cock bruising your throat repeatedly. like he definitely would lose all sense of humanity with the fantasy and chase only pleasure, only hoping you get something out of it after the fact when he comes back to himself. def has made you faint a few times and kept going. i think it gets to the point that you wouldn't exactly be scared of him, but you'd have to sit him down and be like "okay we need a little more than a safe word or something because-" and he'd immediately go into panic mode and apologize repeatedly for always going a bit too far. would also be trained to wanna fuck you every time you tell him no. like "no, not tonight jake, i have to work in the morning." then he's immediately rolling you onto your stomach, ripping your pajamas down your legs, and burying himself in like "hm? what was that?"

☆ sunghoon: you bring it up to him and he's curious but probably not that good at it at first. always asking if you're okay, always saying shit like "are you sure you don't wanna say the safe word?" and instinctively stopping his hips every time you fight. i don't think he'd have it in him until he gets comfortable and fully trusts that this is what you want. but....when that clicks in his head OH MAN. holding you down and pushing in dry, gagging you with his fingers, writing all over your body, hurting you, forcing you to cry for real. the difference would be like night and day, feeling him use his strength against you in all of the best ways, making you hurt only to still get you off repeatedly and humiliate you for it. would also get a little too into role play and do the whole kidnapping scenario, doctor and patient, teacher and student, step bro and step sis. like you'd 100% rip his darkest fantasies out of the darkest parts of his brain and let him act them out on you. after care king #2 though, definitely making you forget about how fucking terrifying he can be.

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[lilwonie]

𝓒𝓪𝓽𝓬𝓱 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓑𝓾𝓷𝓷𝔂

Synopsis: You’ve spent your entire life in a hybrid research facility undergoing countless hours of research tests. On the day of your 21st birthday, the most important test is about to be performed. If research assistants Lee Heeseung and Park Wonbin have anything to do with it, this was one test that wasn’t going to happen.

Pairings: LeeHeeseung X Female!BunnyHybrid!Reader X ParkWonbin

Warnings: DARK CONTENT. NONCON/DUBCON. YANDERE. MURDER. (No main characters) descriptions of murder, angst, cursing, blood, primal chase

Word Count: 9k+

Author Note: Happy Birthday to me!! As a birthday present to myself I wanted to combine my two favorite men! I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it.

YOU ARE RESPONSIBLE FOR YOUR OWN MEDIA CONSUMPTION. MIND THE WARNINGS.

NSFW WARNINGS UNDER THE CUT.

NSFW WARNINGS: unprotected sex, virginity loss, slapping, spanking, choking, fingering, dacryphilia, oral (male rec.), snowballing, breeding, size kink, forced submission, multiple forced orgasms, degradation, hair pulling, squirting, biting, spit, knife play, blood play

Sunlight bled into the white sterile room, it illuminated just how bare and cold the small room was. Your eyes slowly blinked open adjusting to the sun as you burrowed your cheek further into the pink fuzzy blanket your nest was lined with. The only color in the room was your nest, full of different shades of baby pink blankets and pillows. A long tired sigh escaped your lips as you could hear high heel clad footsteps on the linoleum approaching your room followed by the sound of the doorknob of your room being unlocked.

“Morning, my dear,” Mrs. Kim smiles in her overly cheerful usual tone as she enters your room turning on the harsh fluorescent overhead lights adding to the already overly bright room, only stinging your eyes more. You groaned and covered the entirety of your face with the soft pink blanket. 

You have known Mrs. Kim for as long as you can remember, the earliest memories you have circled around this facility. Mrs. Kim, who was the director of the ‘Hybrid Center for Research’ told you that you had been brought here when you were a baby to be studied, there were six bunny hybrids in the center. You weren’t sure what the center's research was for, the days were repetitive and filled with random tests that were never disclosed to you. Stuffing different medications down your throat and into your veins. 

“Come on now, dear, get dressed and come down for breakfast. It's your birthday after all and the chef made you something special.” The older woman smiles as she lays your usual uniformed attire out for you. Mrs. Kim didn’t usually wake up the hybrids, but you were special, you were the first female bunny hybrid at the facility, you had always received a little bit more special treatment from the personnel than the others.

You burrowed further into your nest and shook your head, “I’m sleepy.” She sighed loudly and pulled the fuzzy blanket away from your face, “dear, today is special, don’t keep everyone waiting, it’s rude.” You peered an eye open and looked at her slightly displeased face as she crossed her arms over her chest and waited for you to get out of your nest. You sigh again and sit up rubbing the sleep out of your eyes as she starts to soothe the gray fur of your floppy bunny ears that rested against your disheveled morning hair. 

“Happy birthday, dear, today is going to be a special one, I’ll make sure of it.” She smiles warmly fixing your messy hair. “Why is today so special?” She stops soothing your hair and cups your cheek, “don’t worry about that. Just enjoy your birthday, sweet girl. You only have one test today, another shot but that’s the only test for the day.”

You scrunch your nose and it twitched in annoyance, you had received a shot everyday for the past four days. Your fear of needles making your stomach immediately churn with anxiety at the thought of having to do something so unpleasant on your birthday. She notices your mood change and gently rubs the base of your gray flopped bunny ears causing your eyes to immediately close. Your teeth chatter and your vocal chords hum with a content purr at the affectionate touch. 

“Don’t worry, dear. It will be quick and you won’t have to worry about anything else for the rest of the day. You’ll even get a special birthday treat after dinner tonight for doing this.”

You sigh and open your eyes and look at Mrs. Kim fully and give her a soft defeated smile. “Okay,” She nods in contemptment and points to the folded clothes at the foot of your nest. “Get dressed and come down to the cafeteria for your breakfast.” 

“Yes ma’am,” you respond, throwing the fuzzy blanket off of your body and stretching your arms over your head to stretch your limbs out of their sleep state. It takes a few minutes for your brain to reach full consciousness, you crawl out of the comfort of your nest to start your basic morning routine to get ready for the day. 

The everyday attire was dull, but all the hybrids had to match according to Mrs. Kim. White sweatpants with a matching white sweater, the pants having a convenient small opening in the back for the fluffy gray cotton ball tail at the base of your spine to comfortably be shown. Slipping on the plain white uniform sneakers you make your way out of your room. 

The hybrid center was separated by prey and predator hybrids, careful to not have any accidents or fights caused, so walking freely around the facility in designated areas was not an issue. All of the staff members you passed gave you warm smiles and sweet birthday wishes as you made your way to the cafeteria. Opening the swinging door you’re met with your best friends sitting at your usual table waiting for you. 

“Happy birthday!” Shotaro smiles brightly at you when you approach them, he wraps his arms around your waist lifting you off the ground and twirling you in a circle peppering kisses on your cheeks. Shotaro was another bunny hybrid, you two spending most of your days together, you were inseparable. He places you back on the floor and you giggle watching his tan and white rabbit ears twitch in excitement. 

“Come sit,” Jungwon smiles, pulling your chair out for you. Jungwon was a calico cat hybrid. Usually cats were kept with the predators but his soft nature and smaller frame made him a target for other predator hybrids to torment him. He was welcomed warmly within the prey animals and amongst your friends. As is Jake, the golden retriever hybrid that was too hyper and too soft for the predators. He too was welcomed warmly amongst you all, he was the newest addition to the group.

Sitting down you squeak excitedly at the food tray waiting for you. Three chocolate chip pancakes sat perfectly in the middle, a small bowl of cut strawberries to the right and a donut with pink icing and sprinkles was on a plate to the right, your favorite breakfast. A dollop of whipped cream sat atop the pancakes and you couldn't resist dipping your finger in the sticky sweet substance and immediately tasting it. 

“I don’t know how you can have so many sweets for breakfast,” Jake teased, taking a bite of his apple. “I like them,” you smile, cutting into the perfectly circular pancakes. “Leave her alone, it's her birthday and she can do whatever she wants.” Jungwon says throwing a blueberry at Jake. The retriever opens his mouth and catches the fruit with ease sending the group into a fit of laughter. “They’re going to separate us again if you guys can’t behave.” Shotaro warns with a teasing smile. The guards usually had no patience for how rowdy Jake and Jungwon can get together, always separating them to avoid chaos. 

“Fine, we’ll behave,” Jungwon says rolling his eyes, “don’t wanna be separated from the birthday girl today.” The boys continue to playfully push each other and finish their breakfast. Shotaro wipes the smear of whipped cream that stayed on your bottom lip with his thumb, “today is going to be an amazing day,” he smiles so wide his nose twitches a little, “I can feel it.”

“Come, dear. You only have one test today since it’s your birthday, remember? Let’s go get it over with.” Mrs. Kim smiles, extending her hand to you. You frown a little and start placing the empty breakfast plates on the tray to be taken away. You stand up from the table and take her hand and let her start to lead you out of the cafeteria. “See you in a bit guys,” you wave to your best friends. “Be good!” They call out watching you walk away. 

“Dr.Choi is in an important meeting so his assistants will be the one to administer the shot to you, dear. Is that okay?” Mrs. Kim asks as she helps you get situated on the exam table. 

You can’t help the excited grin that takes over your face, Dr. Choi’s assistants Wonbin and Heeseung were always the nicest to you out of all the workers. Always giving you praises and affectionate touches that had heat blooming across your face and your nerves in a scramble whenever they were around. “I don’t mind at all,” you say a little too excitedly. She rolls her eyes playfully at your too excited tone. “Be good, don’t give them any trouble.”

There's a soft knock at the door, “come in gentlemen.” Your eyes drop to the floor nervously as you hear them enter the room and chat with Mrs. Kim. You nervously pick at the skin around your fingernails waiting for them to approach you. “Okay, I’m going to go check on a few things and I’ll be back for her in ten minutes. Be good, dear.”

You hear the door shut behind her and look up nervously as Wonbin and Heeseung approach you with their dazzling smiles that has your heart racing. Heeseung reaches you first, he puts on a fresh pair of latex gloves and starts prepping the shot, “happy birthday bunny, I’m sorry we have to do this today, I know how much you hate shots pretty girl.” The nicknames making your tail and ears twitch in an embarrassing matter, you groan in embarrassment. Heeseung chuckles, “cute,” he murmurs, sticking the syringe into the vile of medicine extracting it. 

Wonbin rolls up the sleeve of your sweater exposing your arm to him. “Happy birthday, bun.” He whispers as he swipes a cold alcohol wipe on your arm to clean the area. “Thanks,” you mumble, avoiding his gaze realizing how close he was to you. His large hand holding your arm in place was warm and made goosebumps arise on your skin. You swallow the lump in your throat and try to distract yourself from the nerves these two men cause you, Heeseung gets closer to you and offers you a sympathetic smile. 

“What is this for?” You pout as Heeseung uncaps the syringe and taps the side of it to rid it of any air bubbles. You’d usually never ask Dr. Choi because he doesn't tell you, but you figured you would try your luck and see if Heeseung would tell you. “I’m not sure, bunny, Dr. Choi just said to administer it to you.” He frowns apologetically. You nod sadly and look toward Wonbin as Heeseung prepares to give you the shot. They know you don’t like needles so Wonbin does his best to distract you while Heeseung gives you the unknown medication. 

“Bun, I hear the chef is making your favorite strawberry cake for your birthday,” He says, tapping your chin so you can look up at him. You smile shyly as you look at the handsome man in front of you. His messy dark locks fall in front of his dark eyes as he stares at you with a playful smirk on his full lips. “Is he?” You asked, blinking at him, feeling Heeseung grab your arm to steady it for the shot. Wonbin’s eyes hold your nervous ones as he rubs his thumb on the apples of your cheek in a soothing motion. “Yes, you deserve all of your favorite things, bun.”

You feel the pinprick of the needle going into your arm and immediately close your eyes in discomfort letting the tears slowly build up. “Hey, don’t cry, bun. It’s your birthday, pretty girl.” Wonbin soothes running the backs of his fingers against your gray bunny ears to try and distract you. The feeling of his hands against your sensitive flopped ears had your stomach doing backflips and your breath hitching. You blink the unshed tears away and look at him as he stares at you with a concerned expression, “you’re being such a good girl, bun.”

Heesung removed the needle and immediately capped it, tossing it on the medical tray with the other discarded supplies. He grabbed a pink bandaid from the tray that he specially picked out for you, and placed it on your arm. “You did such a good job, bunny. I’m so proud of you pretty girl.” He removes the latex gloves from his hands and scratches the crown of your head, “you were such a good girl for us.” He kisses the tips of his fingers and paces them on the band aid in a cute attempt to kiss the wound without crossing too much of an unprofessional line. 

There’s a knock at the door that has both men pulling away from you and putting distance between all three of you, “come in.” Heeseung calls out, turning his attention back to the medical tray of discarded items. The heavy door creaks open and Mrs. Kim walks in looking at both boys then smiling at you. “All done?” Wonbin nods at her and helps you off of the table, “she did great, she took it like a champ.” He smiles.

“Of course she did,” Mrs. Kim smiles, extending her hand to you, “come, dear, let’s get you back to your friends.” Mrs. Kim smiles. You take her hand and look over your shoulder at the boys, they smile softly at you and give you a small wave as she leads you out of the exam room. They watch the older woman lead you out of the room and exchange a hard glance at one another. Dr. Choi comes back into the room and starts to rummage through your files with a pen in his mouth and a concentrated look on his face. 

“So what was the medication for?” Heeseung asks as he begins to put away the medical supplies in their correct cupboards. Dr. Choi looks up at him briefly before dropping his attention back to your file. “We’ve had her on suppressants for so long, so we gave her a little boost to trigger her heat. We want to start breeding her with Shotaro immediately.” Dr. Choi explains as he flips through another page in your file. 

“Breeding…?” Heeseung murmurs, laying his palms flat on the counter as he slowly processes what he’s heard. The feeling of anger and betrayal courses through his veins and his hands start to ball into fists against the counter top as he keeps his head hung low. 

“Yes, twenty one is the perfect age to start. We’re going to give her a larger nest tonight after dinner for her to be more comfortable in, her heat should start in a few hours.”

“Does Shotaro know?” Wonbin asks, clenching his jaw and narrowing his eyes. “No, we want this to happen somewhat organically. We’ve placed one of his sweaters in her nest to help trigger her natural instincts, once she starts to show the symptoms of her heat, he’ll be able to smell her. We’re putting him in the room next to hers so their instincts can take over and he can breed her.”

Wonbin’s hand clutches the pen he’s holding in a vice grip and the plastic snaps straight in half at the new information. Why hadn't they been informed about this? Dr. Choi always told them everything, but this was never shared with them, why? Dr. Choi looks at Wonbin and the broken pen and furrows his brow, “what happened?”

“Nothing, Dr. Choi. I think the pen was faulty,” Heeseung interjects, handing Wonbin paper towels to clean the spilled ink from the broken pen. Dr. Choi doesn't think much of it and starts scribbling notes down into the files. “Once he’s successfully bred her we’re going to be doing around the clock care on her and the litter, you boys can expect lots of more hours.” He smiled, closing the file. “Go home, get some rest. Tomorrow starts our next experiments.” 

They watch Dr. Choi leave the room, once the door shuts with a click Wonbin kicks the metal medical tray sending it flying across the room and into the wall. “Why the fuck didn’t he tell us?!” He’s running his hands through his messy raven hair as he paces the exam room. “You need to calm down, you can’t act this way, they'll remove us from her care team.” Heeseung glared at the younger man as he pushed past him to pick up the tray and supplies from the floor. 

“I don’t want her here anymore, Heeseung. This is getting out of hand, they’re not going to breed my girl.” Heeseung looked at Wonbin and sighed, Wonbin always acted more irrationally. Heeseung cared for you as much as Wonbin did but he had to keep a level head, Wonbin was a loose cannon and he couldn’t risk any mistakes when it came to you. “Relax, that stupid little rabbit won’t be breeding our bunny.”

“Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you. Happy birthday dear Y/N, happy birthday to you!” 

You smiled at your friends as they sang to you, you closed your eyes for a few seconds and took a deep breath to blow the candles out on your strawberry chocolate cake. They clapped for you as Jungwon threw his arms around you in a warm embrace, his orange and black speckled calico ears twitching in excitement when you hugged him back. 

Shotaro hands you a piece of cake and takes notice of how warm your hand is compared to his colder one. “It’s freezing in here, why are you so warm?” You touch your face and feel the heat radiating off of your skin, “I’m not sure. Maybe I’m just excited for my cake is all,” you shrug it off. You didn’t feel any different, you didn’t have any symptoms of illness coming on, maybe the shot Heeseung and Wonbin gave you had some weird side effects? 

Shotaro tilted his head to the side and pursed his lips, “something is different about you.”

You look at him confused as you take a bite of your cake, “what do you mean?”

“I don’t know…” he pauses for a second and studies your face, “just…something is different.” He’s looking at you in a way he never had before, you notice his rabbit ears are moving with his thoughts as if he’s trying to piece together a puzzle. 

Before you can respond to Shotaro you notice Mrs. Kim whispers something to one of the guards before she smiles at the two of you. “Finish up your cake, dear. It’s getting late and we have a present for you after this.” 

“We have prepared a special birthday present for you, you’re twenty one now, so your testing from here on out will be a little more…different.” She pauses for a moment and gives you a small unreadable smile. “But, we thought we’d give you something to help comfort you.” She smiled warmly, stopping in front of a closed door. She pushes the door open and steps aside to let you walk in first, hesitantly you walk in and gasp at the beautiful sight before you.

The room is much larger than your assigned bedroom, large bay windows lined the back wall covered with thin white floor length curtains. There were four bookshelves filled with lots of hardback covers as well as board games lining the bottom shelves. 

It was the most beautiful nest you had ever seen, everything about it felt warm and safe. You wondered why it was so large though, there were still lots of empty space in the room that could be filled with other pieces of furniture but were seemingly left empty. The bed was king sized and had at least ten different types of textured blankets folded neatly at the end of the bed so you could pick the ones you liked the most. 

“This is amazing..I don’t know what to say..” Your voice was trembling and you felt happy tears building behind your eyes, she hugged you tightly. “Dear, you deserve it, you’re so important to all of us.” She takes notice of how warm you are under your touch and she tries to hide the excitement in her voice, “why don’t you get some rest, dear. You feel a little warm and you might have had too much excitement for one day, you should sleep.” 

You nod as she ruffles your hair and leaves you to your new nest. You make your way to the closet and pull out the usual designated white cotton nightgown dress you always wear and begin your night routine. Once slipping the fabric over your head you feel an overwhelming sensation of nesting wash over you. You immediately crawl into the bed and start lining the bed with the fluffy blankets and pillows to make a comforting nest to soothe the urges of seeking comfort in your body.  

Once it's to your liking you wrap yourself in multiple blankets burrowing into the soft textures seeking its warmth and comfort to wrap around you. You hum in approval when you find it, letting the exhaustion of the day run over you. You hadn’t realized how tired you were, it felt as if your body was heavy and even keeping your eyes open was becoming difficult. Warmth spreading through your veins and radiating down to your fingertips and toes. All you could do was close your eyes and let the warmth and darkness consume you whole and lull you to much needed rest. 

Loud bangs of thunder clapped throughout the room, accompanied by the bright flashes of lightning, but that wasn’t what woke you up the uncomfortable cramping and stabbing feelings in your abdomen were. You clutch your stomach and groan at the intense feelings, sweat was drenching your body and you felt sticky, hot, and insatiable. You didn’t even realize you were clenching and rubbing your thighs together for friction. 

A sudden smell invades your senses and you shoot up from your nest in search of it, scrambling around the bed throwing pillows and blankets on the floor until you find a white sweatshirt folded neatly behind one of the pillows. You bring the fabric to your face and inhale the scent which sends your body and mind into a frenzy. The smell of nutmeg and warm vanilla bleed down your throat and into your belly causing an uncomfortable wetness to pool in your underwear. You gasped feeling large globs of arousal pour out of you so much so that it was practically dripping down your thighs. 

Shotaro’s body is awake and he’s standing up before his mind is even fully conscious. His head is thrown back and his lips part inhaling a deep scent of sweet cherries and milk chocolate, the smell making his mouth water and his cock painfully harden in his sweats. His feet are moving before he can form any coherent thoughts, standing in front of your closed door he doesn’t waste a second as he throws your door open to find you in your nest and all coherent thoughts are no longer present only thoughts of fucking you and breeding you. 

Shotaro is groaning at the sight, your face is buried in his sweatshirt while your hand is under your nightgown, he can’t see what you’re doing but the obscene whimpers and mewls pouring out of your mouth are a good indicator. He takes three long strides and he’s kneeling on your bed immediately grabbing your face and slipping his tongue in between your parted lips to taste you. You immediately melt into his touch and use your free hand to grab at any part of him desperate for more of his scent on you. Everything in your body is screaming for him, mate mate mate mate. 

He grabs the hand that’s between your thighs and breaks the kiss to bring your wet fingertips to his mouth to taste you. He groans as soon as your arousal hits his tongue and his eyes darken even more, “Shotaro, please touch me…it hurts..” you whine pathetically as tears stream down your face from the pain in your abdomen. 

“Where does it hurt, baby, here?” He coos against your mouth cupping your mound and shuddering at the heat radiating from you and the drenched feeling of your panties. He slips the wet fabric to the side and runs his fingers through your slippery folds, you arch into his touch desperate for me. “You want me to fuck you, baby?” He mumbles against your throat as he leaves kisses on your sweaty skin. “Please, fuck me..it hurts so bad..” You cry as you buck into his hand wanting something inside of you to fill you. 

“HEY!” Before you can process the new voice in the room, Shotaro’s body is ripped off of you as you desperately reach out for his body. “Come on, bunny. We gotta get you out of here.” Heeseung is wrapping one of your fluffy blankets around you but you shove him away trying to reach out for Shotaro. Wonbin has Shotaro by the throat and you try and reach out for him, “let him go! Someone help!” You start screaming but Heeseung is quick to grab you and clasp a large hand over your mouth, silencing you. 

Seeing Heeseung holding you with his hand over your mouth sends Shotaro into a rage fit, immediately bashing his head against Wonbin’s nose, making him release his grasp on him and clutching his bleeding nose in his hand. “Fuck!” Heeseung keeps his grip on you, “let her go! Let my girl go!” The need to protect you was fueling his rage, but Wonbin’s jealousy rage was worse. Before Shotaro could get close to you he pulled him back by the shoulder. 

Heeseung knew what was about to happen and tried to pull you toward the door to spare you the pain of what you were about to see, but Wonbin was quicker. It all happened so quickly, you locked eyes with Shotaro watching Wonbin grab his head and neck, Heeseung managed to turn your body around, keeping your head into his chest. Once your face was fully turned away you heard the sound of a sickening crunch sound followed by a thud hitting the floor. 

Everything told you not to look, your body started to shake from fear and the scent of nutmeg and vanilla was no longer filling the room. “Come on bunny, we need to go.” Heeseung tried to soothe you by rubbing your arms but you felt anything but safe in his embrace. He tried to lead you out of your room but you took the opportunity to turn your head and see the body of Shotaro on the floor with his neck twisted in an inhuman position, Wonbin standing over him looking down on his lifeless body with a sick satisfied smile on his usual comforting face.

Before you could scream again, Heeseung’s hand was back on your mouth and he was dragging you out of the room. All the memories of Shotaro replay in your head like a film, his laugh, smile, the days you spent together dreaming of life beyond this facility. Tears poured out of you knowing he was your mate, your best friend, and he was ripped away from you…in front of you so brutally, by the two men you thought you could trust. 

Heeseung drags you to an emergency exit door that was cracked open by a brick on the floor to keep it from shutting. It’s still pouring rain when he drags you outside and leads you to a parked black van, you couldn’t let them take you. You’d end up just like Shotaro surely, you make a last ditch effort to escape and elbow Heeseung as hard as you can, causing his grip to loosen on you, the rain making it easy to slip from his grasp on you. You don’t hesitate to start running and not look back at them to see their reactions. You choose a random direction and run toward the forest that you could always see from the facility windows. You hoped that the trees and darkness could help hide you from them.

Wonbin shoves Heeseung, “what the fuck dude?!” Heeseung shoves him back, “it’s pouring out here, I lost my grip!” He opens the van and grabs a flashlight and pocket knife from the toolbox he kept handy. “She won’t get far. Plus, I love a good chase.” He smirks, turning the flashlight on and pointing it in the direction you ran in. “Let’s go catch our bunny.”

You didn’t know where you were running to, you just knew you had to get far away from them. The muddy ground makes you slip a few times causing your hands and knees to get scraped repeatedly on the sticks and rocks beneath you. The only light you have is from the lightning that lights up the forest for a few seconds at a time. A sharp pain in your abdomen causes your knees to buckle from underneath you and you fall to the ground clutching your stomach. 

Your body temperature was rising from your heat and the pain was starting to become unbearable, aching for a need of release. You try to stand up but another jab of pain sends you back on the floor with a cry, this was the worst time and the worst place to have your first ever heat, and your mate was dead. Everything around you is starting to spin and you can barely stand, you’re stuck in the middle of a forest with no way out, and no energy to even stand. 

“Come on bun, don’t be scared, we’d never hurt you.” Wonbin’s voice calls out behind you. Panic gives you enough strength to crawl off of the trail you were running on and hide behind a large tree, your nails dig into the bark as you pull yourself up off the ground to watch for them and see what direction they go. The tree helps keep your body in an upright position as your knees shake under your weight.  

“We know how much pain you’re in, pretty girl, come on out so we can take care of you. You must be a very scared bunny.” Heeseung’s voice was laced with a condescending tone. 

“She liked when Shotaro told her stories, Heeseung, maybe we should lull her out with one.” Wonbin chuckled darkly as their voices approached closer to where you were hiding. 

“You’re right, Wonbin!” They weren’t wrong, Shotaro was brought to the facility as a preteen, he always told you stories of life beyond the facility since you knew nothing of the outside world. Filling your mind with wonder at stories of the outside world and what it consisted of, happily answering all of your curious questions with a smile. 

“There once was a woman who lived with her daughter in a beautiful cabbage garden. And along came a rabbit who ate up all the cabbages.” Wonbin spoke in a sing-song voice, you could hear his voice getting closer to the tree you were hiding behind, you prayed the thunder was loud enough to cover your labored breathing and small whimpers of pain. 

“To get rid of the rabbit the woman tells her daughter to shoo it away,” Wonbin continues as the two men continue walking closer to your hiding spot, a flash of lightning illuminated the forest and you were able to see just how close they were to you, only a few feet away which sent a shiver down your spine at the thought of them finding you. 

“Bunny oh buuunnny, where are youuu?” Heeseung’s usually comforting voice taunted, you could practically hear the sick smile he had on his face. 

“Shoo shoo said the maiden don't eat up all our cabbages, little rabbit!” Wonbin continued, he paused for a second when lighting highlighted something odd on the floor. He pointed to Heeseung to use the flashlight in your direction. He nodded his head to the tree you were behind, the wet foot and hand prints in the muddy ground from your crawling gave you away unknowingly. 

“Come maiden said the rabbit…” Wonbin whispered as the boys approached the tree quietly to not startle you. Both men went on opposite sides of the tree making sure you had no opening to run away from them. 

“Sit on my tail and go with me to my…rabbit hutch!” Wonbin yelled the last two words, jumping from behind the tree and startling you. A loud clap of thunder rang out at the exact same moment and you screamed, stumbling back almost losing your footing, Heeseung grabbed your waist from behind fully trapping you in his strong embrace. 

“Naughty bunny, hiding from us when all we wanted to do was take care of you.” Heeseung tsked against your human ear, his hot breath sending a signal straight to your core and making you groan in uncomfortable pain and sink into his arms as the pain from your heat betrays you and has you aching for more of Heeseung.

“Aw, poor bun, your heat must be unbearable right now,” Wonbin fake cooed, pressing a hand to your forehead and feeling how high your temperature was rising. “We need to break your heat bun, you’ll get sick if we don’t.”

You try to wriggle out of Heeseung’s grasp, kicking your feet and throwing your head back to hit his chest. “Bunny, if you don’t cut this shit out I’m going to make you regret it.” Heeseung warned, squeezing his arms around you tighter causing you to yelp out in pain. 

“LET ME GO!”

Wonbin doesn’t hesitate to grab your throat in his large hand and squeeze cutting off your air supply abruptly. “Stop being a bad bun, we’re just trying to help you.” He watches you struggle for a few seconds before letting your neck go, you cough out and suck in as much air as your lungs allow.  

Heeseung tries to drag you back to the trail, but your legs are too wobbly and he has to hold your weight up. “You can’t even walk, bunny, so naughty running away from us.” Heeseung scolds, “your heat is really destroying you right now. Looks like we need to break it right now, right here, before you really get sick.” 

“Please let me go….” You pant as overwhelming heat consumes your body, it feels like it’s suffocating you and you’re finding it hard to keep your mind clear of the burning heat that’s between your thighs. “You’re all dirty bun, I’m so disappointed in you running away like that. I thought you were a good girl, but if you want to act like a wild animal, I’ll treat you like one.” Wonbin spits as he pulls a pocket knife out of Heeseung’s pocket.

“Bad bunny, you don’t even deserve to be clothed.” Heeseung breathes into your ear as he lightly nips at your earlobe making you groan out, you feel yourself clench around nothing as more of your slick pours out of you. Wonbin grabs a fistful of the muddy and rain soaked nightgown that clings to your body uncomfortably and starts slashing lines into the fabric so he can easily tear the shredded clothing off of your body and leaving you standing bare in front of them. The tip of the knife accidentally cuts you and draws a little blood, to their surprise you moan out at the sensation, and your knees almost completely give out again.

Curiosity peaks Wonbin as he drags the blade down your naked chest lightly before pressing the tip into the skin of your stomach just enough to break the skin without causing any major damage. Heeseung kept a firm grip on you so you wouldn’t wiggle around too much as you cried out from the sensation of the cut being made, you hated how much you liked it. The pain was being overshadowed by your heat and your body was aching for more. Wonbin smirks watching the blood start to seep from the cut he’s made, he also takes notice of the way your thighs are desperately rubbing together.

You throw your head back on Heeseung and they take notice of the lustful glaze that has coated over your eyes. “Please…please touch me..” You begged, you were crying and trembling against him desperate for any release. “If you want me to touch you bunny, you’re going to have to apologize for being such a bad girl.” Heeseung smirks, grabbing your face and squeezing your cheeks together, “can you apologize like a good girl?” You can only whimper in response, he notices the way your thighs desperately rub together even more forcefully aching to relieve some of the ache. “Get on your knees, bunny.” You don’t even hesitate to drop onto the wet muddy ground and start fiddling with his belt, instincts taking over knowing what you had to do to get him to touch you. 

Wonbin leans against a tree and watches you clumsily yank Heeseung’s jeans and boxers down, “such a desperate little bun,” he smirks. Desperation is flooding your veins and all you can coherently think about is Heeseung touching you, once his cock is finally free he sees the apprehension on your face as you take his thick, long, hard cock in your hand and hold it. How was this thing supposed to fit in your mouth, let alone inside of you?

He cups your cheek and runs his thumb along your bottom lip sending your brain back into the haze of your heat, “make me feel good, or I won’t make you feel good bunny.” Another pained whine escapes your mouth as you begin to kitten lick the salty beads of his precum off of the mushroom tip. The taste of him filling your senses sending your brain further into a haze where all you could think about was him. 

Hollowing your cheeks out you take his cock further into your mouth as you look up at him with wide eyes loving the heavy feel of him on your tongue. He tangles his fingers in your hair as he pushes your head further down his cock making you choke and gag around him, the vibrations of the noises adding more pleasure for him. He looks down on you and bites his lip at your red wet eyes as you struggle to accommodate him down your throat. “You look so pathetic right now, bunny. I bet you’re dripping right now, dirty slut.” You whine around him wrapping your hand around the part of his cock you can’t fit in your mouth as you start to jerk him off as you bob your head around his length desperate to taste his release. 

“Fuck…” he groans gripping your hair tighter, he rocks his hips against your face meeting you every time your nose bumps against your hand that’s wrapped around him. He’ll never get over the feeling of your hot mouth wrapped around him so perfectly. He yanks you off his cock, “stick your tongue out and don’t you dare fucking swallow, bunny.” He grunts as he keeps your head back with one hand and the other jerking his cock off, you stick your tongue out and let the spurts of his cum land on it. He hisses out a string of curses as he milks his cock to make sure he gets every drop out and onto your awaiting tongue. 

You look up at him with your tongue out showing him the thick white cream on your tongue letting some of it dribble down your chin. He groans at the sight, bending down and grabbing your face, capturing your mouth into a messy kiss, sucking his cum off of your tongue and licking it off of your chin. You whimper against his mouth, “please touch me…” you beg in a broken voice. “It hurts…”

“You sound so cute when you beg,” Wonbin chuckles, “prep her.” Heeseung crouches down to your kneeling body and wraps a hand around your throat lightly, your eyes are completely glazed over with a fucked out expression, completely lost to your heat. He pushes you down on the ground by your neck and hovers over you using his other hand to slide your sodden underwear down your legs. The rain doesn’t mask how disgustingly wet you are, his fingers immediately find your neglected clit and starts rubbing circles to gauge your reaction.

Your back arches off the wet ground finally finding some relief from the pain. You moan loudly as your hips rock against his hand chasing his movements. He only laughs at your desperation. He takes a nipple between his teeth and feels more of your slick gush out of your hole. Using the opportunity to slip one of his thick fingers into your entrance making you moan out incoherent babbles. Your walls are so tight around his fingers he can barely move them. 

“You’re so impossibly tight, bunny. I need to open you up.” Heeseung sucks on the skin on your breast. Your hips chase his hand desperate to feel more of him inside of you. He adds another finger inside of you and your head drops back with a thud onto the hard ground. His fingers are fucking into fast, you can hear how wet you are by the squelching sounds, it’s so loud you can hear it through the thunder. 

He drops his head to the cut Wonbin made on your stomach and lightly traces the bloodied line with the tip of his tongue making your eyes cross and your back arch completely off of the ground. He keeps two fingers inside of you and uses the pad of his thumb on your clit rubbing hard and fast circles making you scream out in pleasure. Your loud moans are bouncing off the trees as he finger fucks you hitting your spot with each punch of his hand. 

“I can feel you clenching bunny, you’re close, cum for me..” He mumbles against your wet skin letting his perfect teeth graze against your skin. He presses his thumb harder against your clit and you gasp feeling your orgasm wash over you, it had your toes curling into the ground and your hands clawing into the dirt. Your slick soaks his forearm as he continues to fuck you through your orgasm loving the way you shake underneath him and cry out his name. 

“Doesn’t that feel so much better, bunny?” He coos removing his fingers from you. “All you had to do was ask and we would have given it to you.” He presses his lips to your trembling ones and gives you a soft peck. “Do you need another one?” You nod without thinking and whimper, reaching for him. He moves away from your grasp and nods for Wonbin to come over.

Wonbin lifts you off of the ground and wraps your legs around his waist as he walks to the tree you were hiding behind and presses your back against it. You could feel the bulge in his pants against your bare cunt and you start grinding yourself against him absentmindedly, he hums watching you desperately hump him. Your heat is insatiable, only wanting and thinking about chasing your release. “Such a needy little slut.” 

You whimper as you dig your nails into his shoulders as you grind your clit against the seam on his zipper creating a delicious friction that has you rocking against him faster and harder. He smirks watching how pathetic you look trying so hard to get yourself off as he just stands there letting you use him. Your body was aching for that euphoric feeling and you were going to do anything to achieve it again. Your orgasm washes over you quickly, soaking the front of his pants with a warm gush as you whine and bury your face in his neck as your thighs shake around his waist. 

The third orgasm of the night has your brain feeling less fuzzy, you pull your face away from Wonbin and look at him as the reality of the night hits you full force. Remembering what he did to Shotaro and what he’s about to do to you. He can see the fear fill your eyes and the tears falling on your cheeks as the lustful gaze you had starts to diminish but he just smiles, you looked so pretty when you were scared, his perfect little play thing. 

He reaches between you both and starts to yank his pants down to release his painfully hard cock from its restraints. “Wait! Wonbin! I’ve never done this! Please-” He shushes you by running the tip of his cock through your folds making sure to apply pressure at your clit. Your instincts start to cloud your mind again, flooding your thoughts with that hazy feeling of wanting to be bred. He teases his tip around your leaking hole and watches your watery eyes start to lull back into a lustful gaze. 

He starts to press into you, feeling your walls start to constrict around him. Even though you’ve been leaking so much slick it doesn’t make the stretch easier. You’re clenching so hard at the intrusion it’s almost enough to push Wonbin out but he’s not going anywhere. The uncomfortable stretch slowly brings you back to reality again as you try to kick your legs off his waist and remove him from your hole. “Get off of me! No!” 

He rolls his eyes and grips your hips tighter, “fuck it,” he mumbles. With a strong grip on you, he forces himself inside of you in one push, your head hits the tree behind you as your mouth drops open in a silent scream at the feeling of being forced open around his cock. He has fully sheathed himself inside of you, his eyes catch the sight of the bulge under your belly button and his last inkling of self control is gone. 

He pulls himself out of you and you breathe a small sigh of relief but the wind is quickly knocked out of your lungs as he forces himself back in with a hard thrust. Forcing himself inside your tight cunt, he fucks into you roughly, his pelvis snapping roughly against your skin making you cry out with each stinging thrust. “No-stop…no” you manage to choke out between your broken sobs. This wasn’t how this was supposed to go..he wasn’t the one you were supposed to be with. 

“You keep saying no but your little pussy is sucking me in so well, bun.” Wonbin grunts as he continues to pound into your cunt. He’s fucking into you so hard your back is sliding up and down the tree he has you pinned on, the bark digging into your delicate skin painfully. The painful stretch of his cock is starting to subside as the pleasure starts to take over and cloud your mind once again. 

Animalistic urges take over your sense of judgment as your hips jerk upwards to meet his hard thrusts. “See, all you needed was my cock, bun. That stupid rabbit couldn’t have fucked you like this.” He breathed, you could feel another orgasm coming, your ears were ringing so loud and your chest was aching painfully at the breath you were holding in preparing for it to wash over you. He can feel you tightening around him and he clicks his jaw, “don’t you dare fucking cum. Not until I say so.”

But it’s too late, you whine loudly and your lower half convulses around him as your slick shoots out of you spraying his entire abdomen with enough force it almost pushes his cock out of you. He glared down at you and scoffs, he pulls out of you and lets you drop to the floor harshly. He grabs a fistful of your hair and jerks your head up and slaps you across the face so hard your head would have jerked to the side if he wasn’t holding you in place. “Stupid slut, you really don’t know how to listen. Bad bun,” he scolds you and slaps you again, “is this really turning you on?” He notices more of your arousal dripping down your thighs. You’re embarrassed by your body’s reaction to his taunting, all you can do is cry from shame.

“Insatiable slut,” he pulls your body back up by your hair and grabs your waist hoisting you back up, you instinctively wrap your legs back around his waist desperate for more of him. “Don’t cum until I say so.” He demands lining himself back up at your leaking entrance. He doesn’t let you respond before he’s fully entering you again picking up the same pace he left off at. He brings you down on his cock every time he thrusts upward into you, the loud sounds of your skin slapping together ring in your ears. 

A flash of lightning highlights his features, his dark hair is clinging to his face from the rain, his face is in a concentrated glare as he fucks you without mercy. But his eyes, his eyes are almost black, he stares at you like the predator animals do when you’ve passed by them, wanting to rip into you, letting primal instincts take over. He was terrifying to look at. 

The tip of his cock hits that spot inside of you and your eyes roll back into your head letting the fear subside for a moment. “Open your mouth.” He growls fucking into you harder, you’d be sure to have bruises on your pelvis from how hard he was rutting into you. You open your mouth waiting for his next move. He clicks his teeth and gathers saliva in his mouth before letting it drop onto your awaiting tongue. You swallow it with a pathetic whine, “dirty bun.” 

He’s close, he can feel his balls heavy and aching for a release. He wraps an arm around your waist to keep you steady and free his other arm, he brings his free hand between your bodies and grabs your clit between his fingers and pinches the sensitive flesh. You cry out and bite into his neck at the new sensation, he hisses and pinches you harder feeling your cunt grip him impossibly tight. “Cum for me, bun, cum for me and I’ll breed you.”

The statement makes you whimper into the skin between your teeth as your release hits you full force again. You can taste the metallicity of his blood on your tongue as you cry and shake around him spraying him again with your slick. He releases your clit and digs his fingers into the flesh of your ass as he messily chases his high. He lets out a deep groan from his chest and his hips sputter against yours and you release his skin from your teeth and gasp at the feeling you’ve been desperate for all night. Thick spurts of his cum fill you, the warmth coating your walls and deep in your womb. 

You cling to him desperately so none of it can escape you, the warmth and heavy feeling of his cum filling and stuffing you to the brim finally breaking the hazy fever of your heat. He pulls your face away from his neck and licks the blood that has stained your lips. You're panting heavily against him as you feel him softening inside of you. He peppers soft kisses around your face as your thoughts start to become coherent again. 

“What are you going to do to me…are you going to kill me too..” you whisper feeling your heart drop to your stomach. Was this all they wanted? What’s going to happen when they’ve had their fill? Were you going to end up like Shotaro? 

“Kill you? Why would we kill our bunny?” Heeseung asks, almost offended at the ridiculous question. You look at them both confused, why would they have taken you then? 

“Bunny hybrid heats are intense, you know..they last for days.” Heeseung smirks, tapping his fingers against your bare shoulder, “stop thinking so much right bunny, your heat isn’t even close to being over yet.”

He’s right. Wonbin slowly pulls himself out of you and you can feel his cum dribble down your thighs and you immediately start whimpering as the feeling of fullness starts to subside. Your wet skin starts to feel warm again. “Told you,” Heeseung laughs watching as he watches you start to panic, feeling your instincts taking over again. 

Wonbin lets your legs drop to the floor and you crumble to the dirty ground feeling the pain in your abdomen build up again. “Don’t worry bunny, I’ll help you through this one.” Heeseung says, swiping his tongue over his bottom lip. 

“No!” You yell out, you start to crawl away from them desperate to get away from these psychopaths. “Aw, bunny. Don’t make this so difficult, I’m just trying to help you. Don’t make me force you.” You ignore his words and continue to crawl away and slip into the mud crying from the intense stabbing pains in your abdomen, your skin feeling like it’s on fire. 

“Fine, we’ll do it your way.” He huffs, grabbing your ankle and yanking you toward him. “No!” You scream trying to kick him away and grab onto anything on the ground to keep you in place. But he’s much stronger and bigger than you. He has you yanked in front of him with no issue. “Please let me go..” You sob. He’s tired of playing this game with you. Heeseung has you on your hands on knees in the wet dirt, he rubs his hands down your spine and pinches the base of your tail making you mewl and fall into the mud and shake, “oh is that a sensitive spot bunny?” 

You cry out and your body acts on its instincts as it wiggles your bottom in the air waiting for him to fill and stuff you. You feel him behind you, his hard cock prods at your waiting entrance, “want me to breed you?” You whine and nod pressing your ass against his cock desperate for him to put it in your pussy. “Beg for it.” He demands holding you hips in place. “Please Heeseung! Please breed me!” You practically scream as you shake and kick your feet in pathetic desperation. 

He pushes the top half of your body into the dirt and keeps your bottom half arched perfectly for him as he slides into you, his thick cock filling you perfectly and immediately hitting that spongy spot inside of you. The mud under you was making it difficult to try and steady yourself on your hands and knees but his grip on your hips was firm making sure you weren’t slipping and sliding too much everywhere. He was pounding into you so hard you couldn’t even catch your breath, his heavy balls slapped your swollen clit with every thrust only adding to the large amounts of pleasure he was giving you. 

You bounce your bottom back on him meeting his thrusts wanting to feel every inch and every vein of his large cock inside of you. “Fuck, I love the way your ass bounces back on me,” he grunts bringing his large hand down and smacking your ass so hard your sure it’s going to leave a mark, it jerks your body forward slightly. His hands massage over the handprint mark as he spreads your cheeks to get a better view of his cock sliding into your messy pussy. “Tell me you want me to fill you up, bunny. Tell me you’re mine..” he grunts, he can feel his release coming. “Please, please fill me Heeseung! Please!” you’re fully sobbing now desperate to be bred and aching to be filled with his cum.  

“I’m yours!” You scream feeling another wave of pleasure getting ready to crash over you. He moans and digs his fingers into your flesh roughly as he fucks into you at a quick pace to chase his orgasm. The feeling of you clenching around him and sucking him into your hot wet cunt was tipping him over the edge. You shriek loudly as the front of your body falls into the mud, your legs are shaking uncontrollably as your slick squirts out of your again creating a messy puddle on the ground. 

A guttural grunt rips through his chest as he fucks you through the orgasm, he hovers over your body pressing his chest to your back holding himself up with one arm to not put his full weight on you. He grabs your leg and lifts it slightly to give him a new angle to fuck into you deeper, you’re pant heavily, “please breed me, please please please..” He’s thrusting into you fast and slovenly for a few more seconds before he chokes out a small moan and his hips still against yours. 

You whine and let your body sink further into the muddy ground feeling the hot ropes of his cum paint your insides. Your pussy is sucking him dry and pulling his seed deeper inside of you, you whimper feeling your fever start to break again, the feeling of Heeseung’s cum deep inside of you causing a contempt feeling. He kisses your bare back as he lets you catch your breath and enjoy the small break from the uncomfortable symptoms of your heat. He pulls out of you gently and stands up putting his cock back into his pants. 

“We need to get you home, bun, we only have a little bit of time before your heat comes back and we gotta get you cleaned up.” Wonbin speaks softly as he lifts you off of the ground, he cradles you close to his chest and wipes the caked mud off of your face as Heeseung covers your naked body with his jacket. “Home?” You choke out looking at him with fear trembling in your voice, he smiles down at you and kisses your wet hair. “Yeah, bun, home.” Heeseung kisses the tip of your nose and rests his forehead against yours, “we got you the cutest little cage, bunny.” 

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✶ ✶ ✶ 𝒜 series by cupidriki.

ENTER THE MANSION—? ) “ 𝗍𝗈 𝓉𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗆𝗒 𝓁𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝖺𝗐𝖺𝗒

𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝖺 𝖽𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗆 𝗍𝗈 𝖾𝗑𝗉𝗅𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗒𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗅𝖽 𝗌𝗂𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖺 𝗄𝗂𝖽. 𝖭𝗈𝗐 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎'𝗋𝖾 𝗈𝗅𝖽𝖾𝗋, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝖺𝖼𝗋𝗈𝗌𝗌 𝖺𝗇 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖻𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝖺𝗍 𝖺 𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽'𝗌 𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗌𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝖼𝗈𝗅𝗅𝖾𝗀𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝗎𝖽𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗌 𝗐𝗁𝗈 𝖽𝗂𝗌𝖺𝗉𝗉𝖾𝖺𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝟣𝟫𝟪𝟢𝗌. 𝖭𝗈𝗐, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿 𝗌𝗍𝗎𝖼𝗄 𝗂𝗇 𝖺 𝗁𝖺𝗎𝗇𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾 𝗆𝖺𝗀𝗂𝖼, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗈𝖽𝖽𝗅𝗒 𝖿𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝗀𝗁𝗈𝗌𝗍𝗌 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝗈𝗈𝗄.

GENRE ‘ 𝖿𝗅𝗎𝖿𝖿, 𝗌𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝗀𝗌𝗍, 𝗋𝗈𝗆𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾, 𝗁𝗈𝗋𝗋𝗈𝗋? 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒, 𝗌𝗎𝗀𝗀𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝗈𝗇 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗌 !

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[lilwonie]

The Fallen One || 18+

Synopsis: For the final day of the pact, you find yourself intoxicated by the man you've yearned for, forever.

Pairings: detective!Jay × fem!reader

Warnings: smut minors Dni, fingering, cock riding, p in v sex, unprotected sex (not for you), reader has like three orgasms?, Jay's just really obsessed, Fluffy in the end, swearing, mention of food and alcohol, final fuck you to Heeseung yay

A/N: I haven't been able to carry out with my og plot in this fic because I, like an idiot, forgot I included bondage and i just wrote everything and now I neither have the heart nor the energy to write anything else, so to all my babies who wanted bondage, there's a fic in my wips for y'all. Anywho I had fun working on this series! Thank you for all the support that got me through writing everything and I hope next time my brain remembers to write WHAT WAS INTENDED IN THE FIRST PLACE-

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Jay's calloused fingers nudged a mauve hued record back into its place, near and tidy on an oak shelf slightly shorter than him. His eyes travelled to another section of the shelf, where his hands picked up an olive green record, silently sitting at the back, overshadowed by the bright blues that surrounded it.

His mouth stretched into a thin quiet smile as he gently took the vinyl out, admiring its sleek look in the faint light of his bedroom, before he set it to it's position on his record player. Picking up his glass of dark red wine, Jay toyed with the sharp needle of the nostalgia emitting record player, before setting it onto the spinning vinyl.

The sound of stiff bones cracking was heard as he plopped down on his armchair near the warm fireplace, wine in hand, with hypnotising music playing in the background. Sipping his wine, he stared at the fire place, watching as every flame danced to the music, some did the tango, while some did the ballet.

Don't think about her, he thought to himself, anything but her.

Jay sighed heavily to himself as he twirled the last remnants of the wine in his glass, he had no idea how fast he had drunk it. He could hear rain pattering away mercilessly outside whilst the hours ticked away as he waited for tomorrow to come and whisk him away.

The second sigh of the evening dropped seethingly from his mouth as his eyes fluttered over to the picture frames on the wall. He smiled as he ran his eyes over the memories of old, forever remembered in hues and colours, lest they ever leave his mind.

A picture of him and his parents stood proud next to a ridiculous picture of him, Sunghoon and Jake standing next to a lake. He laughed as he recalled how they had fell into the murky water that day, pushing each other in, until everything ended in dirty clothes and raucous laughter. Another picture stood rather drab next to the bright coloured photos of Jay with his boss, recieving an award. The picture was dusty, as if it has been avoided by Jay when he was cleaning it.

Jay's eyes paused at the dust spiders on the picture and he walked near it, peering to see the picture that was held inside the carved frame.

Him, a woman and Heeseung, with smiles imprinted on your faces, against a backdrop of what looked like a school building. Jay gently took the picture of of the wall, it slid easily off the wallpaper, and set it down on the table. If anyone had asked him later on for how long he had stared at it with confused thoughts, he'd have responded with a confused look.

If only she had chosen me, he thought, if only....

The third exhausted sigh came as Jay realised he should probably sleeping, glancing at the clock to notice that it was 3 am in the morning already. He'd only get a few hours of sleep, but something was better was nothing, and for him, three hours of sleep was more than enough. And if it was on his beloved armchair next to a cozy fire? He might as well have announced Christmas dinner.

Jay plopped onto his armchair once more, now folding up his legs to snuggle into the seat, all warm next to the crackling fire, with the sound of rain making him drift off to sleep.

He made sure, by whatever ill will, to glance at the dusty picture he set on the table once more, peer at the intoxicating smile of the woman, and the man next to her, his arm wrapped around her waist protectively. Jay thought his face looked rather sour in the picture, the memories of it were even sourer but dawn was no time to think of them.

And so he went off to sleep at last, fighting off troubled thoughts and an uneasy heart.

If only she had chosen me.

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"Where did you say Y/N was staying again?" Sunghoon looked up from his pile of paperwork to answer the questioning voice.

"Baker's Street." He answered in his usual condescending voice, "Why do you ask?"

Jay shrugged in response to his friend's question, quickly pretending to be interested in his own pile of paperwork, though Sunghoon was quick to notice the tiny smile dancing on his lips. "Jongsoeng don't tell me you're going to do anything stupid."

"You're telling that to me?" Jay laughed, which came out more like a scoff, "I'll be fine."

"Don't buy her cake like I did." Jake commented from the other side, a pen stuck behind his ear, "Unless you want Mr Fuck Up over there to intervene." He lowered his voice with the last words, glaring towards Heeseung, who was working on the other side of the office.

Jay hadn't exactly been careful all day around Heeseung, treating him normally, though he did make sure to amplify his voice when speaking your name. Such as now, when he had asked Sunghoon where you were staying. He had no intention to make Heeseung jealous or anything. No, he had a firm desire to make Heeseung jealous and angry.

"Jay can I talk to you for a second?"

Speak of the devil.

Jay looked up from his paperwork (quick to change his expression from annoyed to normal) to see Heeseung staring at him with a weird look.

"I need to talk to you." Heeseung repeated, causing Jay to internally cringe. "What about?" Jay asked, to which Heeseung looked around before grabbing Jay's arms and dragging him (against his will) to the empty break room.

"I need to talk about—" Heeseung paused, taking a breath, "—about Y/N."

"What about her?" Jay asked, voice remaining calm, though his knuckles were certainly gripping the edge of the table he leant on, very tightly, "She's doing well, if you wanted to ask."

"Jay come on." Heeseung sighed, "I know about this little pact between you guys and Y/N and–" he fiddled with his fingers, "I know I've had some downs, but I really need to apologise to Y/N. I've ditched Yeo-Hee anyway, and–" he chuckled, "–can we not let bygones be bygones?"

"Bygones be bygones?" Jay let out a cold laugh, the expression on his face was terrifying and though Heeseung wouldn't have admitted it, he was scared, "Since when have you been using that phrase? Since high school I reckon?" Jay laughed again, "Ahh fuck I don't even understand why she even kept up with your cheating ass for so long. Tell me Heeseung," he leaned forward to look Heeseung menacingly in the eye, "Did you ever really love her?"

"Love her?" Heeseung responded, "Of course I love her, she's my wif-"

"Then will you tell her about Ji-ah from the other section or should I?"

"You wouldn't." Heeseung stared Jay down, though he was taller and older than him, he felt as if a hurricane was interrogating him, "Jay you can't. You know she'll never forgive me."

"She shouldn't." Jay laced his words with venom, "She should never forgive a fucking bastard like you."

"Ok fine." Heeseung sighed, "Can you atleast tell her I'm sorry?"

"Tell her yourself, coward." Jay quipped, which perhaps was a mistake, when he looked at Heeseung's angry expression.

"Coward?" Heeseung laughed, "Wouldn't that be more fitting for you, Jongsoeng?" He stepped forward, "If you hadn't been a coward with poor heartbroken 16 year old Y/N, we probably wouldn't be here and I'd be thankful I hadn't ever dated that bitch."

Heeseung couldn't comprehend what has happened in the next few moments. All he could recall if you had asked him now what happened, was a loud thud, his back against a wall, Jay's cat like eyes becoming deadly and Jake and Sunghoon's shocked faces.

"Don't you call her that, you insipid jackass." Jay snarled at the older man, with his hands gripping the collar of Heeseung's shirt tightly, whilst pressing him to the wall, "Don't you ever call her anything less than what you fucking are. A coward, and a cheat." Jay released his grip on Heeseung's shirt with a guffaw, before stepping out of the room, leaving behind an air of tension and fear.

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Your eyes scanned the room nervously, as you eased into the maroon hued armchair. The anxiety you held within you at the moment, was easily captured by the way you were fiddling with your fingers and biting your bottom lip until you tasted iron in your mouth.

It's just Jay, you reminded yourself, the man you've had a crush on since forever, it's just him.

"Keep biting that lip of yours and you're going to lose it." Jay chuckled, walking in with mugs of tea in his hand, "Still haven't lost that habit have you doll?"

"Well with you no longer there to remind me–" you graciously accepted the mug, noting carefully how his fingers brushed against yours, "–its become an addiction."

"Well, I'll make sure to write to you everyday not to bite your lip." He joked, making you laugh. God he looked heavenly, you thought, figure clad in his loose white button up, the one he wore to work, combined with a blue trouser which framed his thighs perfectly.

"You-you look good." You said, in a timid fashion, making Jay look up from his mug and smile at you.

"As do you, doll." He grinned. The cocoons in your stomach erupted into a thousand butterflies at the nickname. It was what he used to call you in high school, mainly to tease you, and partly (or rather secretly) to compliment your beauty.

"Heeseung asked me to apologise to you." Jay chuckled coldly, interrupting your train of thoughts, "Bastard came up to me at work and just bombarded me with requests." He looked up at you before continuing, "He wants you to know that he's broken up with the other girl, Yeo-Hee or whoever."

"Oh." You responded, not exactly knowing what a good response would be, "Well—good, I guess." You said, not adding anything until a few minutes of silence passed, "Does the idiot really think he can get me back with a simple apology?"

"He does." Jay set his mug down on the table, easing into his chair, "If it were me, I'd have written a thousand pages of poetry for you."

"You wouldn't have ever done what he did."

"Wouldn't I?" Jay's eyes perked up at you, shadowed with a kind of darkness you've never seen before.

"No you wouldn't." You responded, "I know you wouldn't, you're too...perfect for that."

"Perfect?" Jay laughed mockingly, "Y/N if I were perfect, we wouldn't be in this situation–" he didn't know where his words were coming from, "–and you'd have never married that fucker!"

Jay's sudden amplified voice made you flinch, you had heard that voice on only one occasion before and it was not a pretty thing to hear at all.

"Jay....."

"I'm sorry." Jay sighed, running his hand through his hair, "This is a mistake–I'll drop you off at home if you don't want this anymore-"

"Oh my God, you're an idiot." You said, stopping Jay's rambling and causing him to look up at you with confused eyes, "Do you really think I'll skip this just because you raised your voice?"

"No I meant–" Jay sighed again, getting up from his armchair suddenly and packing around the room, a habit he had from childhood, "–I know things aren't really sunshine and rainbows between us, and you probably don't feel comfy fucking someone who's been with you since high school so–fuck I'm rambling." He mumbled the last part under his breath, taking a deep breath, before continuing, "Y/N, what I want to say is–I'm sorry." He looked at you again, "I'm sorry for not being good enough for you, but please–" he knelt down in front of you, so you could be at eye level, "–forgive me, if you still can."

"Oh my god you idiotic dunce." You laughed at him, causing his expression to change to one of confusion.

Jay didn't have time to register what happened next, the only feeling his mind knew was the touch of your soft, familiar lips on his, the mere atoms that existed between you, now faded away as you ravaged each other, each attempt to get closer, an attempt of love and confusion.

"Fuck, doll," he groaned, your foreheads leaning against one another, his hands gripping the fabric on your waist. You looked up into his eyes, witnessing the inner battle reflected in his gaze as he grappled with the decision to restrain himself or not.

"Fuck it." He finally said, grabbing your face with his hands and pulling you towards him for yet another kiss.

He kissed you like he was dying, his body subconsciously reacting more to the kiss then he’d wish it to. He pulled your flush against him, his strong hands coming to cup your face, his shoulders shrugging in a futile attempt to have you closer. Jay opened his mouth, causing you to gasp at the feeling of his tongue against yours. Your mouth moved with his as if it was known to you; As if this was a dance you had practiced for years to perfect, as if the dance of your lips was a song that Jay had mastered just for you. 

"Jay I-" you hesitated for a moment, what if he didn't say it back?, "I love you." His eyes—the color of an intoxicating champagne—beckoned you over with nothing more than a tired smile.

"Oh sweetheart," Jay's hand brushed a stray strand of hair behind your ear, "You have no idea how long I've been wanting to hear that."

His mouth hesitantly chased yours until you brushed your fingers through his hair and pulled him towards you, finally connecting your lips again. His touch was gentle, almost like he wanted to be careful with you. Yet, you wanted to breathe him in—lustfully addicted to the taste of his lips.

His palms laid flat against the curvature of your back whilst your hands grabbed at his collar, pulling him flush against you—the throbbing between your legs did anything but lessen with the close proximity.

Jay had never before tasted something sweeter; your saccharine lips fit so perfectly against his—he was convinced that they were made for him to kiss and caress. His cock stirred in his pants for he could only wonder how divine your cunt would taste on his tongue. Jay needed it all. he trailed his fingers up your front, pinning the fabric of his shirt over your tits. His fingertips dance across your skin as he detached his lips from yours.

"Wait Y/N–" Jay pulled away, leaving you chasing after him, "Are you sure you want this?"

"Yes," You breathed, pressing a kiss to his lips, "Fuck yes I want this."

Jay needed no more words from you as his fingers tangled in your hair, pulling you closer as he deepened the kiss. You wrapped your arms around his neck, as you kissed him back, your heart pounding in your chest.

"Wait a minute love." Jay mumbled into your ear. Slipping his arms beneath you, he lifted you into his arms, his hands squeezing your ass as you wrapped your legs around his hips and your arms round his neck for support. Jay led you to the adjacent room, presumably his bedroom, setting you down with care on his bed.

As soon as you were settled on the mattress, Jay's senses ravaged on you. His hands grabbed your face, pulling your lips against his in a passionate kiss. You could taste the bitterness in his mouth, perhaps from an afternoon shot of bourbon, the familiar scent of his cologne filling your senses. Jay's hands moved down your body, tracing the curves of your hips as he pulled you closer. As Jay's hands continued to explore your body, you couldn't help but sigh. "fuck Jay."

"Shh doll." Jay shushed you, "Let me take care of you, yeah?"

Your clothes quickly fell to a pile on the floor, and Jay's lips found your neck, leaving a trail of sweet but rough kisses. His touch was urgent and passionate, a release of the pent-up energy that had been building up all day.

Soon, he was pushing your underwear to the side, revealing your slick folds to him. The warm atmosphere of the room kissed your cunt with a breeze, eliciting a shallow gasp from you.

"Wet for me already, doll?" Jay smirked, his eyes travelling up and down your body, as if he was a saint worshiping his patron goddess. His low chuckle vibrated throughout your entire being, sending you into that same state you were in when you drank the aphrodisiac at Sunghoon's house. It was pathetic on your part that Jay had managed to get you like this without so much as sticking his fingers in you.

"Jay stop teasing-“ the words die on your tongue and you gasp for air, fingers pulling at his soft locks as he prods his fingers at your entrance. Your cunt sucked him in with ease—his long fingers fucking deep into your pussy. Your hand swiftly gripped the edge of the bedsheet until he placed his hand over yours—gently intertwining your fingers while you arch your back in pleasure.

Jay leaves one final kiss to your lips before leaning back and forcing your knee down with his left hand. He was locked in a trance, watching the way your pussy would gush every time his fingers would pump inside of you. His fingers rapidly disappeared past your folds as you cried out.

Your hands frailly clawed at his wrist, only to be swatted away while he kept his pace—eyes trained on your precious cunt.

With parted lips, you brought your gaze down to glance his fingers as they were buried knuckle-deep inside of you, you couldn’t even hint for him to stop, not that you wanted him to anyway. How could you? With the way he was beginning to curl his fingers forward, pushing against your slick walls, it was nearly impossible to push him away. The feeling alone forced a chain of whimpers from your mouth, only encouraging him to do more.

He continued to fuck you with his fingers, pushing and pulling them out of you with a growing sense of urgency. Eventually, he was leaning down to connect his lips with your nipple before beginning to suck on the sensitive bud with haste.

"Jay—ahhh." You draw out a raspy moan, feeling his tongue circle around your nipple, "Jay I—"

But before you could even finish your sentence, your larynx was screaming out his name like it was gospel, as you came messily all over his fingers. Jay smirked, as he gazed at your beautiful, fucked out face, his dick positively bursting from how much he wanted to absolutely ruin you.

"Eyes on me, doll." Jay commanded, you moved your pupils to face him. He looked absolutely breathtaking, towering above you. You winced as his fingers dug deep into your waist, he lifted you up with ease and propped you on top of him. Your positions were now switched, and you had no idea what to do.

"Go ahead and take my pants off." He told you. You happily obliged, your fingers were practically scrambling to unzip his pants, as you tore them off of his legs, revealing the cause of his earlier bulge. You hum at the sight of his cock, licking your lips as you swipe a thumb over the angry red tip, spreading a bead of precum over it, causing Jay to let out an almost inaudible moan.

"Now—" Jay sighed, hard enough from the feeling of your fingers on his length, "Be a good girl and ride my cock."

Your eyes widened at his words. You were delighted, of course, at the mere prospect of having his dick to yourself. Unfortunately for you, you had no idea how to tell him you didn't know how to do what he wanted you to do.

"I can't." You mumbled underneath your breath, causing Jay to chuckle.

"Speak up sweetheart, I can't hear you."

"I don't know to do it!" You said, more agressively than you had intended to say it. But Jay just laughed again, this time it was more of a mocking one than amused.

"Oh sweetheart." He extended a hand up to your face, cupping your cheek, his hand was warmer than your face so you melted into his touch, "Want me to help you?"

You did nothing but simply nod, feeling slightly ashamed and slightly insecure about the fact that your brain was telling you, you've disappointed him.

"What's going on in that brain of yours hmm?" Jay grabbed your hips pulling you down onto his stomach, "Scared, doll?"

"No—no!" You panicked, "It's just that—what if I don't...do it correct?"

"Doll, do you really think I'd be mad at that?" Jay raised a brow at you, which quickly turned into a expression of concern, "Did Heeseung ever do that to you?"

"Sometimes." You mumbled underneath your breath, "He'd get mad at me if I didn't know."

"Fucking bastard." Jay said, his hands gripped your hips tighter, as his eyes wandered all over your body. He couldn't bring himself to even comprehend how Heeseung could have behaved like that with you.

"I-I do know some things." You started, adjusting your body on Jay's stomach, "I know how to—" you paused, "—get on."

You felt your cheeks heat up rapidly as you internally slapped your forehead. Jay chuckled at your embarrassed expression, hands still digging into your hip.

"Alright then." Jay said, freeing his hands from your body, "Go on."

Sighing, Jay lies back down, hips going still. You shift yourself so that your pussy is lined up with his cock, using a hand to brush the tip against your folds, never going further than that. Jay lets out a whimper at the teasing sensation.

"Fuck doll—don't tease..." Jay sighs in pleasure, as you lift yourself up, hands on either of his shoulders. Both of you let out a collective, satisfied moan as you slowly sink down on his length, feeling it stretch open your cunt slow and steady. Jay groaned again as you gripped him tighter to balance yourself. His hands found their way back to your hips.

"shhh." Jay's big hands continued to roam around your body, one landing on the small of your back and the other massaging and cupping your tits. He used his hand on your back to push you down further.

"breathe, love, i'll help you." when you finally sank all the way down onto his cock, when Jay was finally buried balls-deep in your pretty little pussy, it felt so amazing because you were so so full.

No one had ever been so deep inside you. His cock was kissing your cervix, and it had your pussy clenching down on him so tightly that you thought it might be a little hard to move.

“Fuck.” You lift your hips, and slowly ease yourself down again. Lustful whimpers and moans escaped you as you slowly repeated your motions, feeling almost dizzy at the way his big cock was stretching you out. His dick felt so fucking good; hot and throbbing and aching to burst inside you.

Throwing whatever scrap of inhibition you have left, you raise your lower body before roughly slamming your ass back down. The harsh movement makes you cry out in pleasure. You start to move eagerly, not holding back any of your movements.

Once you got started, you couldn't stop the rhythm — up and down up and down up and down — until your vision began to blur from how fucking good it felt. His cock hits deep inside you, stretching out your tight little hole with every bounce.

Jay's view from below you was incredible. tits bouncing, head flung back, and moans pornographic — it was all enough to drive a man mad. he couldn't keep his hands off of you. whether they were gripping at your thighs to keep you warm on his dick, or gripping and pinching at your nipples, or running them over your back hard enough to leave scratch marks, they were constantly in motion — worshipping your beautiful body.

"You're so—fuck—pretty." Jay cooed at you, ignoring the sharp pain on his shoulders with how you were digging your nails into his skin, "be a good doll for me now."

You were straddling him, your head thrown back with both hands on his shoulders as you tried to keep a quick pace. He had his hands pressed deep into your hips, helping you move in a fluid motion. You felt him hit your sweet spot every time you made your way down, letting out tiny whimpers at the feeling.

"Fuck doll—" Jay moaned, he was loving the way you were using him for you own pleasure, "G-Good girl, you're a good girl for me aren't you?"

You couldn’t hold in the loud moan you had been holding in for a long time, feeling your stomach flutter at his words. You felt a slight burning in your thighs and you knew Jay's shoulders held tiny crescent shapes from how tight your grip had become. You felt one of Jay's hands move to your clit, rubbing small circles on the bundle of nerves.

A pathetic whimper escaped your lips as you felt a familiar fire burn in your core, edging ever closer as you drove yourself to the end of the tunnel. It didn't help that Jay perked his hips up, practically slamming his tip into the deepest crevices of your pussy and driving you insane as you finally came down.

Your moans grow louder, echoing on the walls as you feel the impending climax. "I'm cumming! Oh god, don't stop!" Each word is punctuated by a sharp intake of breath and a quivering sensation throughout your body. Your pussy gripped tightly around him, milking his cock with every thrust. Your legs tremble and your body shivers, wracked with pleasure as your orgasm crashes over you. "Fuck, I’m cumming!”

Gazing at your drunken being, Jay took the opportunity to harshly grab your hips, and bring you down underneath him. Your back hit the mattress roughly, as you felt nothing but his cum still in your walls.

You were awoken out of your cock-drunk stupor by the harmonious taste of Jay's lips, as he kissed you, his hands circling your breasts

His neck muscles strained as he deepened the kiss. You broke the kiss as you looked down at him, your breathing uneven. The low lighting making him look absolutely ravishing. Freshly kissed lips made them redder as his eyes droopy from the lust behind them, looking at you.

"Jay please..." You trailed off, feeling exhausted from the expert riding lesson.

"Please what doll?" Jay chuckles into your neck, his tip teasing your labia. "Jay–need—your cock." You throat out. The room felt like it was spinning at a fast rate as Jay chuckled again. His cologne was like poison to you, wrapping you in tight corridors of pleasure and pain.

"Fuck, you're such a dumb doll for me aren't you?” he prompts, moving closer. He spits into his hand, pumping the moisture over his cock before positioning himself above you. You whimper as his tip touches your labia, he wasn't giving you what you wanted anytime soon, and you were getting impatient.

"Jay—" you say his name like a prayer your tongue had memorised, "—Jay, please..."

"Dumb fucking doll." Jay muttered under his breath, gripping your chin with his two fingers. He went in for a filthy, messy kiss, before you were cry out, the feeling of him pushing into you driving you mad.

Taking his dick between one hand, Jay slapped your ass in the other as he rubbed out the red imprint beginning to spread beneath his fingers. You vulnerably flinched at the feeling, letting a low moan out as you squeezed your eyes shut.

Rubbing his sensitive tip against your pussy, he hissed through his teeth at the feeling before lining himself up with your entrance. Holding your hips in his hands, he gripped his fingers on your skin as he pushed himself inside of you between your folds, equally pulling your hips back on his cock, your warmth instantly wrapping around him as your lips parted at the feeling, letting a moan out into the bed.

Waves of pleasure accompany the sting of the stretch, and your eyes flutter as he rocks slowly into you. He’s watching the way his cock splits you open, low grunts coming from deep in his chest. He shifts, one hand pressing on your lower stomach, thumb swirling over your clit. you cry out, head falling back onto the pillows. The other hand lifts one of your legs, pushing it towards your chest.

"Jay–ah-ahh" You moaned loudly, holding onto his biceps and burying your face into the crook of his neck. His hand slid in between your bodies, reaching down to your clit and rubbing rough circles, increasing the immense amount of pleasure you were experiencing.

Jay’s thrusting became faster, harder, like a man starved. His grasp on your chin returned to your hips. As Jay rolled back slightly, sitting on his knees, he brought your hips to meet his, your back still on the bed. From this angle he has full control over your body, not that he hadn’t before. But now he could control his thrusts, making them sharper, harder. Beneath him, your eyes screw shut in pleasure, consumed by his ministrations. You look beautiful like this, he thought.

Cheeks red, hair a mess, sweat glistening on your skin, he had been a fool not to have claimed you as his before. His wife, he thought, his and his only. "Ohh fuck!" You whined, feeling Jay's cock drill into you, hitting that perfect spot in your tight cunt. You were powerless underneath him, his balls slapping against your pussy with each thrust, his hands snaking around your thighs to wrap your legs around his waist as he pounded into you. He groaned in pleasure, leaning down and softly nibbling your earlobe,

"god, you're fucking amazing." His eyes gleamed with satisfaction as he picked up the pace, his cock slamming into you with increasing intensity. He was merciless, taking what he wanted, dominating your body perfectly.

Jay's fingers dig deeper into my skin as he pounds into you, his dick was slamming against your most sensitive spot with every thrust. His hands slide up your back, his fingers tangling in your hair as he pulls my head back

"you're gonna look so pretty when you're all full of me, doll," he moans out and grabs your hips tightly with his rough hands, holding you in place as he slams into you.

Jay's hand slides from your hip to your clit, his fingers rubbing against it in slow, deliberate circles. You moan, your body trembling beneath him as he continues to thrust into you, his thick cock filling you completely.

His fingers move faster, his touch becoming more insistent as he rubs your clit, his movements matching the rhythm of his hips.

You feel yourself getting closer and closer to the edge, your body trembling with every touch, every thrust. Jay's breath is hot against your ear, his voice husky with desire as he whispers sweet nothings against your skin.

You came hard and threw your eyes back, twisting your body and separating yourself from Jay's mouth in a desperate search for air. His chest was heaving, his skin was flushed and sweaty, your sex was still eagerly sucking the other's length that kept burying itself to the bottom in you, and then leaving and entering again as if it were predestined for that.

"Fuck, you're so hot." Jay moaned loudly, as he felt your pussy suffocate his length, "Fuck—you want my cum sweetheart?"

"Jay—oh fuck!" You gasped loudly, "N-Need your cum–please."

Jay groaned, you saw his Adam's apple protrude in his throat and you gasped, feeling him move slightly in your pussy.

"that's it doll, cum for me, fuck—just like that." He drawled out in a lazy whisper.

Jay rested his forehead on your collarbone and let out several low moans before cumming inside you. After recovering from the orgasm, he stood up again between your legs with a sigh, looked at your union dripping with fluids and came out of you, putting the semen that flowed from your entrance back inside with his fingers, making sure that everything stayed trapped inside you.

A painful emptiness was left in you when Jay slowly pulled out, with a train of curses escaping from his mouth, as he lay down next to you. You both lay in silence, with the only sound being the sound of your laboured breathing.

"So—" Jay broke the silence, "—what now?"

"What now?" You asked the same question back, with a slight chuckle as Jay smiled at you, "Do you want to get up or do you want to stay here for some more time?"

"I'd prefer the latter." He answered, scooting himself closer to you, "Unless you want to take a bath?"

You hummed in response, taking the invite to wrap yourself in his arms. Evidently, neither of you were interested in leaving the bedroom.

"Jay?"

"Yeah?"

"I love you."

"I love you too doll."

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[lilwonie]

renaissance man (p. js)

Taking note of the strangers you see day to day isn’t something you’d normally do. The only reason today is different is because the guy who made small talk as he rang you up for your intimate items was the same guy who showed up catering for your family reunion.  or the one where jay is a dildo salesman, a caterer, a self-titled mechanic, and also your ride home. he is not an expert in any of his jobs, but he sure is an expert in wit and well, other things.

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WORDCOUNT― 14.6k

PAIRING― park jongseong x afab reader 

CONTENT― fluffy comfort smut, strangers to lovers like immediately, you buy a monster sized dildo, blatant talking of masturbation and toys, smut, cliche blooming an attachment to someone after (1) fuckening. 

!!ATTENTION!!― read this before? that’s because I run two blogs and like to re-vamp fics i’ve previously written for other groups! [@/ncteez is likely where you’ve read it from. THAT IS ME!!!] 

smut tags under cut:: 

smut tags― it’s kind of fluffy im so sorry i just have feelings for him, average cock size jay!!!![i am not of this belief, i think his cock is fat and huge], he is very much a service top, making out, hand holding, caressing, grinding, finger fucking, titty worship,  unprotected sex, sweet talking as a form of dirty talk, missionary bc i refuse to pretend he wouldn’t want that, back scratches (sexual)

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Never have you been put in the position to make small talk about the sex toys you place on a counter to purchase. Then again, you guess it’s part of the job description that most people ignore or aren’t privy to actually doing. 

Never have you been informed of the wide variety of lubricants, additional toy-cleaners, or the bigger and smaller alternatives to your chosen toy. You don’t show discomfort though, because it’s not uncomfortable. Sex is normal, masturbation is more normal, and the man in front of you appears to be normal too.

“There’s twelve different color variants if you prefer something less fleshy.” The man says, standing at the counter with some sort of a permanent pout on his lips. 

“I’m fine, if you could just ring me up now I can get out of your hair.” You respond, glancing at the time on your phone and wondering how you got stuck with the only employee who actually does his job here.

“Are you sure you don’t want any lubricant?” The man adds, gazing at the size of your toy and then looking you up and down as if you clearly wouldn’t be able to handle your chosen toy without help.

The man with no name tag appears to be blissfully unaware of his invasiveness with that question as you tilt your head with a raised brow. Shocked at the very question, it’s actually quite laughable that he’s so monotone with the offensive comment. You imagine he’s done this for so long that he must be a manager trying to get the day over with, going through the steps in a bored mood with little to no regard as to how he must sound to strangers buying their first or twentieth dildo. 

With your assumption that he doesn’t exactly care about the level of wet your vagina is when you use this toy, you respond. “I think I know my body well enough and I already have lube, but thanks.”

He nods, not even sparing you much of a glance before giving you a total and bagging your item.

Now, despite Jay’s lack of interest toward the purchase of toys, he finds it comical that he’s grown numb to the very fact that he knows what everyone in this town’s kinks are after they step out of the shop’s door. Someone’s gotta do this job and keep those secrets…he likes to think he fits the bill perfectly. 

Lively as he may be outside of this shop, each job comes with a personality and this one calls for one of disinterest in your product but interest in the sale. He’s not one to lie to himself though, many times a pretty girl has marched in and bought toys far bigger than any man and he does tend to let his mind wander about it from time to time. When he first started this job, bright eyed and bushy-tailed, he found it hard to navigate a single sale without a flush of tints crossing his cheeks and ears. Now, he’s become a veteran at keeping his dick locked in place if he were to feel some type of way about a purchase and the one purchasing. 

Shy as he was when he started, it’s all lost now as he handles dicks and dongs, pocket pussies and anal plugs, even whips and chains. 

Shy. That’s definitely a word and surprisingly one that can describe him when he’s not on schedule within these walls of alien dicks and lime flavored lube to match the grotesque green color. At his other job, because he works two, he takes the praise of being the charming yet timid man who shows up with pans of food for events. 

The guests seem to love him and many times during weddings and company parties he has been offered phone numbers or asked for one simply because he appears to be that of a friendly face with a kind sense of being. Someone you’d wanna bring home to mom, some might say. 

It’s a stark contrast of jobs, and somehow he’s managed to dodge knowing many of the people coming into his night job to shop for ways to fuck themselves. The rare time it had happened, he was thankful to have another person in the shop to ring them up. Keeping up with two jobs is hard, and keeping up with two personalities is even harder.

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You hadn't thought of that guy from the sex shop even once until he showed his face at your family reunion. 

He noticed you before you managed to realize it was him though. Stealing looks in your direction as you chat with little cousins and elder aunts and uncles, mostly to double check in his brain if you’re really the girl who showed up and nonchalantly bought the newest dildo in stock. The fleshy colored one with rotating beads and a g-spot stimulator button. You know, the really fucking huge one. 

 Upon meeting his eye again for the first time, he could tell it really is you, simply because of the way you furrow your brow as you recognize him. 

Jay couldn’t help but smirk. He knew that eventually someone at an event would recognize him as their local sex-shop manager, he’s actually shocked it doesn’t happen more often. At least it’s you though, a woman who looks near his age and clearly has a very healthy relationship with her sexuality. So much so that you weren’t shy or nervous in buying the toy from him. Because it’s honestly pretty common to see someone nervous or uncomfortable while buying items far less telling than the one you bought.

His smirk doesn’t go unnoticed by you before you look away from him and focus your attention back to your family and by the time he’s prepared the food and is standing aside to explain what ingredients the dishes have, you’re walking up with your empty plate and an awkward glance. 

He follows you down the line of dishes, seemingly more interested in you than anyone else. You could argue it’s just an attempt to make you feel embarrassed, or perhaps even an attempt to ask you not to snitch on where else he works to make his money. 

“Do I know you from somewhere?” You ask, a knowing look telling him that you’re already very aware of that ‘somewhere’ you know him from. 

His pursed lips and snide hidden laugh at you is one thing, but the way he whispers to you over a pan of potato casserole is another. 

“I think you know who I am.” He says, crossing his arms as he leans back again with a flicker of a crooked grin. 

You leave it at that, looking him in the eye curiously and for some reason, smiling back at the strange second encounter with a man who appears to have a name tag now.

“Thanks, Jay. See you around.” 

Heading away from the tables of food and toward the table that contains all of your favorite cousins, you are immediately bombarded with a raised brow from one of them. Ah, nosy. 

“What was that about?” One of them leans over to ask, glancing at the man who is still overseeing the table of food and maintaining perfect temperatures. She doesn’t quite catch the way Jay’s eyes flicker back to you, over and over again, repeatedly. 

“Huh? He was just telling me what was in the potatoes.” 

She takes your answer as truth without issue, and the conversation falls away and into something else. College life, job life, family life. 

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Okay so, you’re trying to hear yourself out here. Are you somehow curious and interested in speaking with Jay? Yeah. Do you know why? Also yes. For one, he just sold you a fucking interesting sex toy last weekend in the most uncomfortable way possible, and now he’s here at your family reunion to remind you of what you do in your apartment when you’re alone. 

His personality seems different this time too. He wasn’t monotone, he was snide with you about knowing who you are. He probably thinks its funny that he ended up at your family reunion over any other event.

So yeah, maybe you find yourself going up to the table for seconds even though you’re no longer hungry. Maybe you definitely wait until no one else is at the table and he appears to be tidying up the space and wiping up spills before speaking to him again. 

“Just how many jobs do you have?” You ask in a sarcastic tone when you reach him, the table between the two of you creating a comfortable distance to poke and prod.

He jumps only slightly at your presence because he didn’t notice you walking up. The brief break he’s taken from stealing glances so he could actually do his jobs appears to be the time you feel the need to finally approach. Still, he’s smiling again, looking at you up and down. 

“Plenty. How much lube do you have left?” He answers before shooting back his own question and getting right to the point. 

You freeze in shock at his question, reminding yourself that his monotone voice from the late dildo purchase is no more and he now comes across as vibrant and charming to you. You check him out for a moment, taking mental notes of what may not or may not be to like about him. You can’t tell if it’s good news or bad news that you’re not finding anything to raise any red flags. 

He’s bold, confidence, charming, clearly has a decent work ethic– 

“I can’t imagine you have much left, that thing was a fucking monster. We have tons in stock if you wanna–” He pauses to cover his mouth, forgetting that he’s supposed to be timid and gentle during his day job. He’s not supposed to be himself.

You find yourself laughing though, leaning over the table and holding out your empty plate. Mostly just to get in closer to him without alerting your family of a new future husband or something. 

“Why are you so interested in my ‘fucking monster”’ dildos anyway?” You narrow your eyes. 

He pauses, easing up at the way you’re just as cheeky and playful as he is, despite being surrounded by your family. It’s mildly inappropriate, but it’s making his shift go by quickly. You’re making his shift enjoyable today, so he continues. 

“I think anyone would be interested, with all things considered.” He checks you out again with a brief pause, knowing the size of that dildo you bought by heart, and fully aware that it probably ripped you in half if you really managed to put that thing anywhere inside of you. “Correction, they should be worried.” 

“You’re different from before,” you comment, both of you now blatantly staring down each other. “I like this version of you more.” 

Something inside of him feels giddy at that. Not to be cliche but he wonders if this is what it’s like to instantly have a crush on someone. Again, he’s not one to lie to himself. You’re pretty and you appear to be confident. Confident enough to take time from your family reunion to have a discussion about your plastic cock intake anyway.

“Maybe I’ll see you again sometime then.” He puts a hand forward, inviting you to shake it but you simply stare it down instead.  

“Yeah, maybe you will.” You smile, slapping his hand as if you’re low fiving him before swirling around and walking away thinking hard about the fact that…yeah, he might actually see you sooner than he thinks. 

Honestly, maybe within the next day or two because he was kind of right to ask about how much lube you have left, but it’s not like you’d answer that truthfully if at all. You might be running out after just two uses. He was right again about it being a fucking monster, because well, yeah. Maybe you’ll pop in and shop for bulk lube instead of rejecting his up-sale this time. 

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Unfortunately for you upon the reunion coming to an end, you get into your car and of course it doesn’t start. You drop your head to the steering wheel in a sigh and annoyed grunt.

The last thing you need is your father driving you home because he will lecture you about your car and how it’s got to be some fault of your own for it to not start. And you know, yeah maybe it was your fault. Why were your lights turned on during a sunny Sunday afternoon? Fuck if you know. Why were they left on for the entire nine hours you’ve been here at your parent’s house? You refuse to answer your own question.

And just as you go to accept your defeat, preparing to head back inside and take the walk of shame ten minutes after saying your goodbyes, a savior appears. 

That savior is none other than Jay,  walking up with his stiff button down shirt partially unbuttoned, hair now disheveled as he must have ruffled it up after the day of work. He watched you from his catering van for just a few minutes before finally getting out to offer his expertise. 

“The battery is dead.” He smiles, slapping both palms on your hood and leaning to look at you through the windshield. 

“Smart man, can you un-dead my battery before my dad comes out?”

Jay shakes his head apologetically. 

“I already checked the van for the cables, could be a write up on my part for not checking before leaving. We are supposed to have all sorts of shit to prevent breakdowns on a job. Not today though, apparently.” He scratches the back of his neck as he walks to your opened car door. 

“If you can hang tight for like ten minutes I can swing by after dropping the van off.”

Your eyes plead with him. You’d prefer this, yes. If he’s willing to help, you’re willing to accept.

“You sure I’m not too out of the way for you to do that?”

He shakes his head nonchalantly, waving you off as he leans into your car to pull your keys out of the ignition. He smells like food, obviously he does, but there’s a scent of something else on him that’s far more attractive. The dull scent of cologne that matches him all too well. 

“Don’t try to turn it on anymore if you don’t want your dad coming out.” He laughs. “I’m sure he would help you but if you’d rather I help you, I am more than happy to do it.”

He’s teasing. His little crush pushes him to want to help you, but he’s gonna play it off as casually as possible. 

“I’ll hang out here. My dad would lecture the fuck out of me.”

Jay nods, backing away and heading back to his van to fulfill his offer.

On another note, you’re shocked that your father didn’t hear the commotion, and even more shocked that he didn’t step outside once since the reunion ended. He must have been tired, and you know him, he sleeps like a rock and probably already hit the sack without even cleaning up the yard.

・・・・・・・・・・・・・・

“Oh, it’s dead dead.” Jay looks at you apologetically, peeking his head out from the side of your hood and through your window. 

“Define dead dead.” You comment, taking your keys out of the ignition with a huff. 

“Like, you need a new battery. This one is done for.”

You sigh loudly, knowing that now you’ll have to go ask your parents for a ride home. Knowing that your dad is going to add more to his lectures with each day your car is sitting in this driveway. This is so fucking annoying. At least you work from home though, so it’s not like you’re gonna lose your job over this or anything. 

Jay unhooks the cables and turns off his car, then stands there and watches you for a moment. You look frustrated and annoyed, and it’s very much like him to offer more help. 

Of course it is. 

“Would it be too forward to ask if you need a ride home?” 

You look at him confused, tilting your head and studying his body language much like before. You’re not one to decline someone making your life a little bit easier, and he is interesting to talk to. You nod slowly, then pause.

“You’ve worked all day, don’t waste your off-time helping me out.”

“I’m already wasting my off time on you though, might as well let me drive you home too?”

You stare at him. 

“Okay.”

The awkward silence sets in shortly after you seat yourself in his car. You fill that silence with small sarcastic comments about said car though, and soon it becomes easy to be in the space with him.

“Where did this sticker come from?” You ask, poking your finger into a sticker with its edges rolled from the summer heat, probably.

“Ex girlfriend, I couldn’t get it off without it leaving a residue so I’m just letting the sun do its job and melt it off.”

“Oh, harsh.” You laugh, wanting to prod further. “Why’d you break up?”

Jay pauses, you can tell by the way his foot lets up from the gas momentarily that he wasn’t expecting you to ask that. Then again, he’s said some weird shit to you too, so you figure it’s not an end-all question. 

“Was that too forward to ask?” 

“Not at all, just wasn’t expecting it,” He shakes his head with a small smile, nearly reaching his hand from the wheel to pat your leg in reassurance. He holds back, wondering why the fuck that urge felt so normal for him to do. “It’s been like a year, so I’m over it and stuff. She just thought I worked too much and didn’t spend enough time with her.”

“Ouch, even harsher.” You smile in reassurance to him, also feeling it normal to want to do that for some reason. “Her loss, I mean, discounted dildos and food? Huge loss.”

He laughs at your comments, briefly looking over at you once he stops at a red light. Your eyes are shining with life, with interest even. At that moment, he feels something between the two of you. Which is quite strange considering this is your first time officially meeting him outside of his working hours. He can’t help the way his face softens though, it happens against his will, honestly, it does. 

“You’re kind of cute,” You blurt, breaking eye contact with him and shifting in your seat. “and fun to hang out with.” 

“Hang out?” He laughs at you, eyes now adjusting back to the road and lowering his speed just to have a bit more time with you. “This is hardly a hang-out, but if you’re interested, I’m more than willing to check my schedule to see when I’m free next.”

You feel confidence raise up in your chest, bubbling to be free in the form of a question likely too bold to actually consider.

“You’re free right now…right?” You comment quietly, glancing at him. 

“Hm?” He asks, tightening his grip on the steering wheel and feeling your eyes on him. He heard you, but he wouldn’t mind hearing you repeat it.

“I said, you’re free right now.” You repeat, this time with more confidence. “Would it be too forward to ask if –”

“Nothing is too forward to ask, I literally sold you a dildo.” 

You pause in shock, all thoughts leaving your head.

“Damn, alright,” You laugh, feeling kind of warm inside at how his forwardness matches your own. “If you’re free right now, we could hang out right now.” 

How lucky for both of you. He’s actually not catering tomorrow and only has to be at work at the good ol’ sex shop in the evening. 

“Alright,” He nods, glancing over to you. “Kind of fucked up we are hanging out after I met your entire family and still haven’t gotten a name from you yet though, wouldn’t you think?” 

Oh fuck, he’s right. 

“I’m sure you heard the kids yelling it all day. Don’t be dramatic.”

He laughs, already in love with the idea of spending more time with you. 

And you hear him echo your name, asking where it is that you’d like to go. 

・・・・・・・・・・・・・・

If your parents were to ask why you’re walking through your apartment building with the caterer following behind you, you’d have no excuse. Then again, as an adult, you don’t think you need one. It’s strange despite how open and casual you are with making friends though, because you never just invite strangers to your place for friendship. At least, not without hanging out a few times first. 

You guess it’s not super awkward because it’s true that he already knows things about you that your family doesn’t. Such as, the things you penetrate yourself with when you’re alone. It’s a major ice breaker, and something that makes the friendship with him come easy even after barely talking to the guy.

The few words you have shared have been easy and fun, so it’s only natural that if your instinct is to want to be around him a little longer, you’d invite him in right? You weren’t really expecting him to accept your answer to his question. 

“Where to then?” 

You thought for a moment when he asked that. You don’t go to clubs or bars anymore, most places would have been closing within the hour, and it’s not like you didn’t eat to peak fullness during the family reunion so having a late dinner with him was out of the question too. You answered him so easily, and he accepted in a way that seemed just as natural to him. 

“We could just hang out at my place, I’ve got plenty of streaming services, a gaming system, and wine.”

“Sounds good.” 

It was so easy to become friends with him, and now with him following you up to your apartment, the typical awkwardness that should come with this type of thing isn’t swarming your mind at all. He’s even making small talk about the building itself after parking in your parking spot. 

“This building is way nicer than mine, you got a door code and everything just to get in.”

“Wasn’t always like this. Being a single woman in a city like this calls for safety measures though.”

A little box in his head checks out. He didn’t even have to ask if you’re single, because he already assumed you were with the way you so easily invited him over. And in all fairness, you’ve been trying to find a reason to slip in your relationship status to him. 

By the time you get to your door with him, he’s polite when he walks in and takes off his shoes. Polite in the way he looks around and studies your space, even polite in the way he walks into the living room and invites himself onto your couch and grabs your remote. 

“I was going to say make yourself comfortable but–”

“Well, would you prefer I sit on your floor?” He shoots back with a sarcastic tone in his voice. “Would you prefer I start digging through your cabinets for snacks? Would you prefer–”

“You’re so much more talkative when I’m not trying to buy something from you.” You comment with a laugh, dipping into the kitchen for two glasses and that cheap bottle of wine. 

“Speaking of, do you actually use that thing and like it? I mean, I see some weird purchases but that specific one is super popular with the fetish groups.”

For the first time, you feel heat rise to your cheeks. You should have known that the sex toy would be a point of conversation, considering the first time you ever met was buying it. 

“Yes, I use it. I’m surprised you find it shocking considering it’s literally your job to know what people like in terms of getting off.”

He smiles at that, because you’re damn right he knows. Most of the time he would prefer not to know, but he always did wonder if, on the off chance, he ended up hooking up with a customer he’d have some prior knowledge of how they like it based on toys alone. 

“You know, normally people don’t buy toys on a Monday at nine in the morning.” 

“I buy toys at nine in the morning on a Monday,” You chuckle, carrying the two glasses and wine into the living room and plopping down next to him. “Why does that matter? I’m sure you make your quotas even on the slow days considering how hard you were trying to up-sell me.”

He shrugs as he watches you pour him a glass. 

“It’s easy to up-sell when you know people’s kinks after a few purchases. I do that to everyone just to gauge what they need so if they come back I can make more offers.”

“A true salesman.” You laugh with a pitied voice. “What would you say my kink is?”

He studies you, looking you up and down without shame and thinking hard about your single purchase. 

“Well, considering that specific item is, again, usually looked at by a specific type of person or couple, I’d say–”

“Wrong.” You interrupt before he even tries to make a guess. “I don’t have a kink, I just have a really high sex drive.”

You take a sip at his silence of being beaten to the punch, and then he takes his own thoughtful sip. 

“Okay then, What do you think my kink is?” He asks slyly, cup still against his lips as he sips again. 

“Wha–” You narrow your eyes at him, trying not to stare at him for too long because goddamn is he handsome. “Hell if I know, you probably don’t even have sex after being in a hyper-sexualized space like that for hours on end.”

“Wrong.” He pokes his tongue into his cheek and looks away from you with another casual chuckle.

“Are you telling me you have a pocket pussy or like, a buttplug or something?”

“Three pocket pussies, actually.”

You don’t know why you’re shocked. For some reason his sex toys becoming the focus makes you feel more shy than your own being the focus. 

“I bet you named them.”

“Pocket 1, Pocket 2, and Jessica.”

“Jessica?” You raise a brow despite the sarcastic banter, wondering if maybe that’s based on his ex girlfriend or something. 

He nods in a matter-of-fact tone with a proud smile. 

You feel comfortable around him, never having a friend who openly talks to you about these things without any type of awkwardness. It’s the fact that he’s a man too. Usually they think with their dicks and he seems to have no qualms in admitting that it’s something he may do from time to time too. 

You imagine he needs this type of personality to work such a job though, being casual about sex can be so difficult for your average joe because for some reason, it is embarrassing. It’s hard to talk about even to sex-shop employees. You like to think he’s probably someone who makes others feel comfortable about their sexual habits though, because you feel comfortable. 

“I’m lying by the way.” He cuts through your thoughts, “I only have two.” 

You nod energetically with a laugh. 

“Variety is good.” You continue, not mentioning the array of toys you have stashed away. 

“Yeah, I think experimenting with different things is good. I only really liked the two I kept though, I guess.”

“And yet, you’re shocked about my single dildo purchase without knowing of my other items of interest? I could have just been trying something new too, y’know.”

Another sip of wine, and another glance away from him because you were looking a little too fondly at that little scar on his nose, the birth mark on his neck, the way his lips crease when he swallows his drink and– yeah, you definitely glance away.

“No one buys that as a first time experience.” He comments, tapping the cup against his lips and looking at you.

You’re a little stunned by him, never having met a man so open to speaking like this, with a woman he barely knows no less. 

“Okay, enough about my dildo. I actually have a question about something you might have in stock but I’ve kind of been too embarrassed to ask until now.”

He nods, his personality shifting only slightly into that as the manager of the sex-shop.

“Oh? Embarrassed? Since when?” He jokes at first. “What is it then?”

“Do you guys have like,” you pause, unsure of why you’re even trying to ask. Again, it’s not like masturbation is embarrassing, nor is the purchasing of toys. Asking for a specific item is a bit too intimate to you though, seeing as how you usually just buy those things online. “Okay hear me out.”

“Tentacles? Furry buttplugs with tails attached? Bondage rope? Paddles?”

“No…” You pause at his spewing of different types of toys. “I know you have all of that.”

He pauses, studying the way you make yourself a bit smaller compared to just minutes before.

“Do you guys have sex dolls for women? You know, like, just a doll with a very normal dick?”

Jay fucking snorts. How mundane. 

Unfortunately for you though, Nope. 

“Nah, the owner tries to cater more towards men and fetish stuff. We’ve got fem tantaly dolls and all sorts of blow up dolls but he’s never brought in just like, a torso with a cock, if that’s what you’re asking.”

You shrug. 

“Guess sticking it to the wall is all I can do for now then. But like,” You pause, realizing that you’re actually going into detail at this point, which might be a little uncomfortable for him? Maybe? “It’s really annoying to have it sticking to the floor, and you’re like, riding it and it just pops off and stabs your thigh slipping out mid-orgasm.”

He snorts again, that pretty smile you’ve seen time and time again echoing the most attractive laugh you think you’ve heard in a long time. This time, his smile doesn’t fade as the seconds pass, no. He’s unable to stop laughing at the image of whatever orgasm instilled the frustration in you to even mention that happening. He tries to stifle his laughter with the last sip of his wine before choking it down and pushing his glass at you for more. 

“Noted,” He snorts, nodding his head and almost hiding his face from you. “I’ll tell the boss we need male sex dolls so the women don’t get dick-stabbed where they don’t need it mid orgasm.”

You glare. 

“Wait, no, because it actually hurts.” You frown at him. “I just wish your shop catered a little more to women who just wanna ride a dick without the dangers of riding said dick.” 

“Maybe you should slow down next time so the full force of your–” He pauses, realizing how sexual the image in his head is of you right now. “Um…” He trails off uncomfortably, unintentionally adjusting himself in his jeans by spreading his legs slightly against your couch. 

“Okay, wait. I’m sorry, is this conversation too much right now?” You ask, looking him up and down and giving him a new glass of wine. “You’re blushing.”

He tries to play it off. 

“As if you could make me blush.” He laughs at you, downing half of his glass in one go. “To make up for our lack of product though, and if you don’t tell anyone, I’ll give you a discount on your next purchase just for embarrassing yourself telling me that.”

“Oh, I was supposed to be embarrassed?” You counter, knowing that all you need to do is point out that he got flustered to shut him up. You opt not to because still, the two of you barely know each other. Instead, you opt to laugh along with him, letting your gaze fall back to studying all of those features he has that you didn’t quite notice before.

While you did notice he was handsome before, it’s not like you paid that thought any mind. There are a lot of handsome men out and about after all. It only starts to matter when they allow you to get close enough to appreciate it more. Not to mention, in your experience at various sex shops, most employees of them are mundane and nonchalant. Some are strange old men, or cool old women. Jay though? Jay.

Hmm…how to explain him?

With his messy hair that covers his eyes every time he whips his head toward you in a laugh, with his sharp jawed smile and pretty eyes. The little marks and celestial kisses against his skin that shows you of a life he’s been living. He feels…warm. Like everything about him looks comforting, smells comforting, sounds comforting. And now, even compared to when you met him at the shop, even at the reunion just this afternoon…he’s so much more handsome in this moment. 

Learning his personality, hearing his voice say your name, having him take the time to not only help you but befriend you? 

His shoulders are broad, and he’s just… you don’t even know how to explain to yourself the attraction you have toward him at this moment. Handsome is one thing, and you would have continued calling him that if it weren’t for the fact that he’s laughing with you on your couch about a ruined orgasm. 

“You know, Jay,” You start, looking into your glass and swirling the liquid inside, then you look up again and make eye contact. “I’m really not usually this forward but like,”

His brain stops for a moment at the serious tone in your voice, his expression softens and you can tell he’s listening. 

“I know masturbation and stuff is normal, and like, you see and talk about these things all the time but I never really talk about it to other people, they always get weird about it.”

“Yeah, I guess that’s true. I can’t say this is the most normal hang out I've ever had. Usually we talk about our favorite movies or books or something.”

You wave him off. 

“Yeah, that’s a good point. We could talk about our favorite movies but I find myself, um–” You stop for a second. 

“Is talking about it making you realize that it’s uncomfortable?” 

“No, the opposite actually.” You laugh, now actually feeling embarrassed. “I keep thinking about you mentioning the other things you’ve bought and experimented with.”

“Oh? You’re curious?” He laughs, now feeling a bit shy himself because he’s pretty sure that’s you asking him to put images in your head. “I mean I could go into detail but it actually might be too-telling right now.”

You nod, unsure of why you even suggested.

“Maybe next time?” You change the subject with a smile, one that does seem slightly disappointed. 

“There’s a next time?” He smiles, setting his glass down on your table and shifting toward you.

“I don’t see why not? I’m having fun, plus you offered me a discount.”

He nods, looking around the room and checking the time. 

“I should probably head out then? We’ve both had a long day.” 

You nod back to him, feeling a bit sad. 

“When are you free next?” You ask, grabbing your phone in a way that seems a bit too excited. “Can you give me your number?”

He obliges, exchanging phone numbers and promising to contact you with his next free day or night to hang out. Just as he goes to leave though, for some reason both of you feel as though the satisfaction of this hang out wasn’t reaching full potential. 

“Hey, um,” He stops before he puts his shoes back on. “Would it be too forward to say I’m not tired and wouldn’t mind–”

“Staying for a bit longer?” You finish his sentence for him, patting the couch as if that was also on your mind.

He doesn’t even respond, and instead makes his way back onto the couch where the cushion is still warm, unable to help the fluttering feeling in his chest.

・・・・・・・・・・・・・・

It's almost two in the morning by the time he offers to leave again, and yet, he stays at your clear disappointment of the offer. Another hour later, the two of you are sitting contently and pretending to watch some shitty tv show in comfortable silence. 

“We should say something.” He blurts, mid episode.

“What do you mean?”

He turns toward you. 

“We should talk about this.” He motions at the space between the two of you. 

You’re silent while you try to build up the confidence to meet him half-way again. 

“You can correct me if you’re not interested but I actually really would like it if you kissed me or something.” He adds as you continue to process what he seems to be getting at.

You’re taken aback by his forwardness for some reason, and instantly you knew he didn’t communicate this earlier for your own sake. Thankfully, you’ve tried to make it easy for him to read you and he ate it up like his favorite meal. The content feeling between the two of you was buzzing up to this point. Very loudly in your brain where you were thinking of how to kiss him before the night is up. Even as just a “thank you” if he were to turn away from it. 

“Oh yeah?” You ask, tilting your head and seeing him scoot closer. “Kiss you, or something?”

He nods his head, looking at you without much issue and searching for a reaction. 

“Are you interested in me like that, in any way?” He asks, looking for confirmation.

“Oh, most definitely.”

The smile that spreads across his face is one that you can argue will be unforgettable. It’s an expression you hope to bring to every person in your life, one that seems to express nothing but relief, excitement, and maybe even a hint of bashfulness.

“You thought I'd invite you inside without being interested?” You smile at him, feeling a little bit fuzzy in the head at the admittance. 

“I thought you were just being nice, or like, just interested in friendship,” He rambles on, stopping himself short to give more context to that statement. “I mean, it would be fine if this was all for friendship and I'm happy with that too but I can admit to coming into your apartment with maybe, uh, a small crush.” 

“I can admit to inviting you in with a small crush, maybe.” 

“Maybe.”

“Are we being too forward?” You ask, emphasizing the repetitive way that word seems to appear. “Even though you’re in my apartment at an ungodly hour and both of us are giving any and every excuse to keep you here?”

He smiles this time in a way that appears to be self-soothing, and you can imagine you are too. It’s always nerve-wracking to walk on eggshells with another person, the threat of wondering if you'll fall alone or fall with them into a new version of partnership. 

You don’t think about the lack of knowing him past a purchase, a quick conversation at a family reunion, or the past several hours he’s huddled up with you on this couch. You simply don’t think it’s strange at this point. After all, you’ve met people online and invited them over without much more than a name, age, and quick conversation about what they want sexually. How is this worse? How is this strange? 

“You’re right. Maybe we should stop being so polite when the reality of it is that I’ve been imagining what you’ve done with that toy since the day you bought it.” 

Okay, maybe that was too forward but all is lost now as your image of him changes drastically within the mere seconds it took him to say that, not in a bad way either. Again, of course he’s comfortable admitting it, the dude stares at dicks and holes all day. But now he’s staring at you, and talking directly to you.

Your silence makes him shift a bit, shaking his head apologetically. 

“Found the boundary, got it.” He shames himself with a timid voice, looking away from you and back to the tv with a hint of embarrassment. “I’m not lying though.” He adds after a few more minutes of your silence.

“Not much of a boundary if I admit that I was blatantly asking you earlier what you’ve done to experiment with your toys.”

“Aha! So I was right in thinking you were straight up asking for mind-porn of me?!” He feels instantly comfortable again, turning his entire body toward you as he folds up one of his legs to sit on with a little bounce. 

“Maybe, but what do you mean you’ve been imagining since I bought it? You barely made eye contact with me that day.”

“Oh, I was checking you out the whole time you shopped. Imagine my face when I knew exactly what toy you were reaching for.”

You shove him by the shoulder with a laugh, realizing that this is the first bodily contact you’ve ever had with him, but he actually leans into your shove rather than out of it. Meaning, he barely budges. 

“If I looked you in the eye at the register, you would have thought I was some pervert.” 

“You are a pervert. You said it had, what? Twelve other colors?” 

He shrugs with a pained smile at how cringe he must have sounded to you. 

“You seemed more like a sparkly pink girl rather than a normal flesh tone girl. Then again, this was before I knew you were looking for a literal male sex doll for super normal pretend-sex.”

You shove him again, your laugh coming out more forced now at the way he jokes with you. Once again, he doesn’t budge. In fact, he’s leaning in closer. 

“Now hold on, you didn’t mention anything about one having glitter in it.” You joke, wiggling your brows. 

“You trying to fuck a man or a magic unicorn?” He laughs yet again, all of it coming out more forced as the two of you drag out information just to hear the dirty words in a voice you’re only just realizing you like far too much. 

“A man.” You dead-pan, this time not laughing, looking him dead in the eye and trying to pretend you don’t notice how close the two of you have gotten. “Why else would I go for more human skin tones?”

“Fuck if I know, I haven’t met a single man who has vibration settings or rolling beads though.” 

You snort. 

“Shame…but also, why do you think I’m on the hunt for the most mundane sex toy a woman can buy now? The rolling beads almost had me passing out.” 

“Was it too much?” He asks seriously, hoping to god it was. 

“A little bit, yeah.”

“I can imagine you want something to feel real after that.”

For some reason, his words hit you straight in the gut. Your stomach drops as your attraction heightens, and suddenly you’re just staring at him as you respond. 

“I can imagine so, yeah.” 

He stares back, almost no space between the two of you as the banter only brought you both mentally and physically as close as possible without becoming twisted together. 

“When was the last time you felt something real?” He asks against his better judgment, wondering if you’re on the same page with him. Wondering if all this banter was leading to somewhere or nowhere. Because he could have sworn admitting to wanting you to kiss him, and you’ve yet to do so. 

“A month and a half.” You respond dryly, suddenly needing something to drink. 

He glances down at your neck when you swallow around your words, then stares at your lips before breathing in a sigh. One that was supposed to relieve the tension in this moment, but only building it more because he knows you see him do it. He knows you see him wet his bottom lip too.

“Are you going to kiss me, or are you planning to wait another month and a half to get what you want?” He continues on his streak of boldness as if to distract you from noticing the sexual tension, feeling his heart skip beats at the intensity of the moment. 

“It’s not like we have anything better to do.” You start, leaning in and still looking straight into his eyes.

“Are you suggesting that I’m boring?” He narrows his eyes as he feels your breath against his lips, still sweet from the wine that did close to nothing in terms of altering the brain. The two of you are totally planted into reality, if anything, a little drunk on the other. 

“Not at all.” You adjust your words from earlier, there, hovering just over his lips. “I’m just saying that nothing is more interesting than kissing you right now.”

Oh, the fluttering in his belly is so fucking intense right now. No eighteen inch alien tentacle dildo on a shelf could scare him as much as you do at this moment. Intimidatingly outspoken and aware of your wants and needs. His eyelashes flutter just like his stomach does, closing them slowly until he can feel your lips on his. 

Your stomach, on the other hand, has been doing flips since the first instance he admitted to wanting to stay. All of the tension, all of the comfortable silence, all of the glances, the smiles, the laughing, all of it was leading up to this. The moment your lips hit his, they feel much like you imagined they would. 

Soft, plush, warm. The thin lipped grins he’s given you all day now laying flat against your own lips, no longer grinning, now just wanting. And he’s gentle, so fucking gentle with it. Never has a man asked you to kiss him. Usually they close the gap to try and swoon you. It appears you’re both being swooned by each other at the moment though, and his soft kiss only pulls back momentarily before he leans forward, closer.

The third touch, save for you shoving him, his lips on yours, and now…his hand on your cheek. Caressing so gently as he deepens the kiss with ease. The heat rises up and through your skin at the simple touch. You think he must feel it with the way he chuckles into the kiss and starts peppering them against your lips over and over again. A split second between each lay of his lips, and then another solid kiss. One where you finally start moving yours too.

It’s slow and languid in the way he kisses you like this, barely even darting his tongue out but focusing more on your cheek against his palm. He can feel your jaw move as you kiss and can’t help but love what’s happening, and when you’re the one to lick against his lower lip, he falls in so easily. 

That little movement from you, that little feeling of your tongue experimentally prodding his lips open releases the last bit of tension holding him back. He pulls back to look at you and you’re not backing down even slightly. 

“Does this feel more real for you?” He asks in a snide way, swiping your bottom lip with his thumb of the glistening saliva before tilting his head with a smile. 

You very nearly roll your eyes at him for that. And by very nearly, you do roll your eyes at him and can’t help but smile yet again. 

“I’ll take that as a yes,” He says, palm still against your cheek, tips of his fingers toying with the baby hairs on your hair-line. “because I can imagine that the toy couldn’t ki-”

You shoot forward to kiss him again, only just realizing how awkward the positioning is considering neither of you were probably expecting more than a first kiss. 

He laughs into it, knowing you were silencing him of something that could arguably be the most cringe-worthy thing he can say after kissing you. His laughs start to stifle though, as you press forward and somehow manage to have his back against the seat of the couch and you planting yourself on top of him. 

“Can you shut up about the toy now? I thought we got past that,” You argue as you pull back, your cheek already missing the feeling of his palm against it. “You can’t just act like this and then say some dumb shit like that.”

You’re joking, he knows it. If anything, you’re complimenting him right now and he eats it the fuck up as he stares up at you. 

“Was I wrong though?” 

You take a moment to look at him, realizing that this is the man who you just kissed. With his hair a mess and fanned out on the cushions, strands falling in front of his eyes, but mostly swept back and exposing the entirety of his forehead to you. 

You reach forward and brush a strand from his eyes. 

“Actually, say whatever you want.” You correct yourself and manage to ignore his question.

“Why the sudden change of heart?” He half-chuckles as he brings his hands up to sit against your waist, hoping you don’t pull out of the intimate position the two of you are in. 

“I don’t know, I was just looking at you and thought it would be stupid for me to try to argue with you right now.”

“Why’s that?” He prods for more compliments, feeling himself twitch at the way you look hovering over him. 

“Are you trying to argue right now?” You tilt your head, adjusting yourself now to sit directly on his thighs and lay forward, both hands cushioning your chin on his chest as you straddle him. 

“Would it be so wrong to admit that you’re fun when you argue with me?” 

You can feel him breathe under you, nearly rocking you further and further into whatever headspace Jay seems to put you in. It’s too comfortable, and it almost feels as though you’ve been with him for years now. You barely know him, yet you’re lying on him as if you got married two years ago. Insane how this works. How the heart works, or the brain, or whatever drives the arousal you’re feeling right now. 

“Will you argue if I ask to show you my room?” You start, lifting back up and away from his chest, now scooting forward a bit. You don’t dare sit on it yet, but you very much would like to if he were to suggest not moving at all from this couch. “My bed.”

He stutters and quickly quiets his excited words, replacing his voice with a nod and a sharp inhale.

“Hah! Telling me to argue and instantly buckling the second I mention my bed.” You laugh, pulling yourself up and sauntering out of his view.

He stares at the ceiling for a moment, in a daze over just how much he likes you. He wonders, would you be shocked to know he hasn’t had sex in much longer compared to you? One and a half months for you? That’s nothing to him. He’s been besties with his right hand for at least six months by now. Trust him when he says that it truly was difficult to not turn into a hormonal idiot when he saw you in the shop that day. 

Finally, he shakes himself out of the spaced out horny brain staring at your ceiling and stands to his feet. He’s quick to adjust the bulge in his jeans, uncomfortably shaking his leg before looking toward where you walked off to.

“Um.” He stops, realizing you were watching him, looking directly at the spot he just adjusted. “I mean,” He tries to start again, adjusting again as he feels it slowly move out from its tucked place. “Listen,”

“No, I get it.” You say, snickering at his embarrassment as if he somehow doesn’t know you were suggesting at least some foreplay by moving to your room.

“Of course you do,” He drops his head, now blatantly shoving his hands down his pants to adjust before looking back up and taking a step forward. “You’re the one who sat on me like that.”

“Please, I didn’t even sit on it.” 

“Didn’t need to.” He shrugs, now coming up to you and waiting for you to guide him through your space and into your room. 

Once the two of you get there, him not even attempting to hide that he is very aroused at this moment, you’re very quick to turn and face him once he comes inside. 

“We are on the same page, right?” You ask, looking at his lips and the way they still look so kissable. 

“As far as I know, with all things considered.” He responds, looking down at himself and how pathetic he must seem in getting so aroused by nothing more than a kiss and a position change. 

You smile, reaching for his hand and watching him tumble forward to you. Now standing mere inches in front of you. 

“Do you want to see it?” You ask, a cheeky smirk on your face as you turn away from him and run to your bedside table. 

He has no idea what the fuck you’re referring to until he sees it. There, in all of its non-human glory. Jay ticks his tongue, curiously straining his neck out to peek at what else is in your drawer as he walks closer. 

You make no attempt to close the drawer and instead pull out another one, and another one, another one.

“If you keep pulling out toys I’ll start to think you were lying in saying you wanted to feel something more, um–”

“Real?” You say, turning from your presented line-up of toys to look at him. 

He nods, gazing over the toys, four dildos all far bigger than he is. 

“I can admit that men can’t vibrate, nor do they have those little rotating beats but,” You chuckle at the conversation, scooping the toys up quicker than you laid them out and tossing them back into the drawer. “They’re not warm, or attached to someone that can kiss me. They’re also not witty.”

You study his expression.

“They don’t make me laugh before getting me off.” You continue, wondering if you may actually be too forward about this now. 

He’s rendered a bit speechless, which is rare for him in any given situation. He always has a quick response, not at this moment though as he looks at you. He wonders if you pity that obvious act of self-doubt upon seeing your toys. 

“They’re not attached to you.” You add, this time stifling your chuckle, because it’s a pretty funny conversation if you look at it from the outside but you can imagine he must be feeling some type of way to be so quiet.

He thinks hard about it, knowing damn well where this was leading and pushing for it himself. Hearing you now though, so confidently say these things, all doubt erases from his mind. 

“Before we do anything,” he starts, his shaky voice coming out more confident as he continues. “Is this just a hook-up to you or are you feeling the way I’m feeling right now?”

You look at him with a question in your eyes. He was kind of shocked that you didn’t finish for him this time, actually. 

“Like, you know if we do this, I’m going to be calling to take you out to dinner at some point unless you say you don’t want me to, right?”

You hadn’t thought of anything past him since you’ve gotten here. You didn’t think about anything more than hanging out with him, and now, kissing him, and maybe you know, feeling him. For some reason though, despite the lack of sex you’ve had lately, him saying that only arouses you more. It’s been so long since you’ve intended to sleep with someone and have them want to stick around after. Some of the people you’ve been with didn’t even ask for your number. Is this what adult relationships are actually like? 

“As in, you’d want to see where this goes in the–”

“Future, yes. I’m not just going to fuck you and pretend I didn’t when I see you again.”

Shockingly, that’s a first for you and you like the feeling it gives you. Plus, him implying that he’s about to, or very willing to, fuck you sends a wave of fondness through you.

“Alright. Let’s not call it a hook up then.” You say, the playful arousal from before stifling out at the idea of being intimate with someone who is making you aware that you’ll see him again, now being replaced with…feelings? Arousal with feelings?

“What should we call it?” 

“A date?” You say back immediately, sitting on your bed and finally closing your bedside drawer. 

“Oh, you fuck on the first date?” 

You laugh at how quickly his wit comes back, especially with the way he crowds up and stands in front of you. 

“With you? Looks like it.” You smile wide for him, feeling the tension bleed away and replace itself again with the arousal of him standing and looking down at you. 

“How did we not meet earlier?” He asks, leaning down a bit as if to kiss you.

“Fuck if I know, I bought all of those toys at your shop.”

“Ah, right. Nine in the morning on a Monday. I don’t usually work mornings.”

“Guess I got lucky last time then.”

“I guess you did.” He adds like a period to a sentence, finally kissing you again and making no effort to hide the fact that he’s attempting to lay you down much like you did to him before. 

You let him, falling back on your bed and feeling him nudge your legs to spread. Again, you let him, feeling your heart begin to race with excitement in the way he kisses you now versus how he did it earlier. 

There is clear intent behind it this time, as he positions himself between your legs. Your heart only races faster when one of his hands slides down your arm and he tangles his fingers with yours. It’s all very intimate to be coming from a man you officially met today, but you really do feel lucky. 

Lucky that he works two jobs, lucky that your family throws lame ass reunions every five years, lucky that you left your headlights on during a sunny sunday afternoon, lucky that your battery died. 

It’s so normal already to smile into the kiss and feel giddy inside. Never have you smiled into a kiss save for laughing when a leg cramp happens mid-fuck. You can’t believe how much you’ve smiled and laughed today, and you can’t believe he’s making you react this way just by holding your fucking hand and kissing you this way. 

He laughs when you react though, probably feeling at ease on your bed with you under him, squeezing your fingers tightly each time he licks against your tongue. And when he pulls back to breathe, you just look at him and the way his hair hangs in front of his eyes. He looks so pretty at this angle, even when he’s moving slowly, even when his other hand remains planted beside your head to hold his weight from falling onto you. 

It’s not been since highschool that you’ve laid with someone simply making out, fully clothed, giggling. You’re unsure of how he’s pulled this out of you, because usually when a man is on top of you, you’re already trying to get his clothes off. But this? This is something that you want to last. You want it to be slower than a usual fuck, because you like when he’s here with you. Whether on top of you or not, there was a reason he’s stayed this late already and you already know it wasn’t solely to fuck you.

“Did you expect to be on top of me someday?” You ask between kisses, and he takes that as an invitation to laugh against your neck and tickle your cheek with his messy hair. 

“Expect it? No,” He starts, leaving a kiss just under your ear before lowering his lips to the collar of your shirt and kissing there too. “Hoped I could, though.” 

Your heart swells up at that. You realized he must have meant it when he admitted to having a small crush on you. Only now do you realize that the curiosity that brought you back up to the food-table during the reunion may have been the start of a crush on your end too. 

You don’t say anything more after that and instead fall into the feeling of his lips kissing along your collar. For some reason the sensation of his lips pushing the fabric out of the way so he can kiss new exposed skin makes you feel incredibly wanted. Maybe it’s the pace, or maybe it’s just because you really really like him, and want him to want you. 

“Do you want to take it off?” You ask after a few more of his kisses, wanting to control yourself but also very much wanting to feel his lips everywhere else too. 

You can feel him nod in the form of his hair tickling your cheek more. But he doesn’t move from that spot at first, continuing to kiss you the same way and in the same places. You let him, up until he finally sighs and pulls back. 

Looking at him now, even compared to a few moments ago, he looks even more pretty. His eyes are now soft, you can almost see the lines from where he’s smiled for you all day. His lips, looking more kissable than they did the past two times you thought they looked as kissable as they ever could. His eyebrows, showing no signs of tension but permanently arched in a way that makes him appear constantly moody. 

You’re staring and you’re not intending to hide it. Even as he lifts your shirt from your waist and starts to pull it up. You barely budge as you stare, and stare, until you can’t because he’s trying to pull your shirt over your head.

“If you’d stop staring for two seconds maybe I could get this off of you–” He smiles knowingly, finally pulling it off when you arch your back and then prop yourself up slightly with your hands. “There.”

He sighs when he says it, going silent and almost frozen at the image of your nearly-naked torso. You watch him stare now, a smirk forming all too quickly.

“Now look who’s staring.” You chuckle, noting that his eyes still don’t leave the newly exposed skin or the fabric of your bra.

“Yeah, I am.” He admits, wetting his lower lip again and then flicking his eyes to you. “Why wouldn’t I?”

Suddenly, that eye contact makes you feel shy. You’re more naked than he is, despite mostly being dressed still.

“You know,” you start, avoiding his intense eye contact just to get the words out. “If we just take all of our clothes off now, it would probably be easier.”

He lets out a breathy chuckle at you but nods, already lifting his shirt off and going for his zipper and button.

“There’s no rush, but if you’d prefer we do,” He scoots back and away from you, standing to his feet to shove his jeans down his legs. “I don’t mind.”

You watch him undress and lose all ability to act on your own for a solid thirty seconds before you finally start panic-shimming the rest of your clothing off. Save for bra and panties, and he, now standing there clad in only a pair of form-fitting briefs. 

You’re glad he isn’t as shy as you at this moment though, or rather, he appears to be entirely infatuated with your body and doesn’t look away from it for even a moment to feel embarrassed himself at standing on the side of your bed nearly nude. 

“No rush?” You ask, when he finally trails his eyes up to you and takes his position between your legs from earlier. Except now, you can see his biceps and the way they flex, now, you can feel the immense amount of warmth radiating from him. Now, his hair is even more of a mess.

“I can try,” He says quietly, balancing on one hand and lowering his lips to yours once more, trying to ignore how dangerously close his length is to bumping against your core. “No promises now, though.”

You smirk, wondering where he lost his self control within that short span of time where you got undressed. He cuts your chuckle off mid-way though, now kissing you again and moving his hand up and down your waist. It tickles and causes goosebumps to form all over you, to the point that you can’t help but sigh into his kiss. 

He continues, still holding his hips back from grinding against you, kissing you as good as he can until trailing back to your neck again. 

It’s not until you run your fingers through his hair that he sighs himself. That relief and heavenly feeling of your fingers scraping the back of his neck— such a simple touch can literally send him straight to hell at this point and he wouldn’t care a single bit as long as it’s from you and your hands. 

He lowers himself more, just to prevent his hips from intruding into this moment only to lock his lips onto the mound of your breast, other hand lowering so he can lay down and push your bra to the side a bit. 

The cold air that hits your nipple is short-lived when you feel him immediately suck it into his mouth with a deep breath. You continue to scratch through his hair, now using your other hand to nearly hug his head in place as you feel the sensations shoot straight between your legs. Each flick of his tongue sends signals to your brain to go! go! go! But much like him, you hold back, even though your legs still manage to squeeze his body between yours in an attempt to find the friction he isn’t yet offering. 

He continues this for a few minutes, and then works his fingers under the bra on the other side of your chest before switching his lips to that one. Perking them up so perfectly that he can graze his teeth against either nipple and feel your legs react to it. All of it is turning him on beyond belief, it’s dangerously attractive to him now too, to know that you have several toys that could have already gotten you off by now, but you choose this. You choose his lips playing with your tits, and your legs doing an amazing job of showing him your lack of control. After all, toys can’t give you the foreplay that he can.

His lips continue their work, up until he’s trailing further and further down, making your sighs hitch higher and higher in pitch. He kisses your waist, just above your belly button, then just below your belly button before leaning back.

There, he looks directly at the seat of your panties and smiles at the wet spot there. He plants a kiss right in the center of your mess  before climbing back up and caressing your cheek again. 

“You’re wet.” He comments in a huskier voice than he normally uses, balancing yet again on his other arm.

Goddamn, if this is how he sounds when he’s with a girl then you feel more lucky than before. You can’t imagine the amount of women who have fallen completely in love with this guy. And, before you can actually respond to him with another cheeky comment, his hand on your cheek disappears and is instantly between your legs, cupping you there and even scooting you up the bed with the force of how he grabs you.

You hitch out a sigh and look at him with a smile.

“Obviously.” You say back, rolling your eyes playfully before unintentionally bucking your hips into the pressure his palm offers against your clit. 

“Cute too.” He adds, lifting his palm to run his fingers up the wet spot on your panties before pressing in slightly. 

You can feel the fabric stick to you uncomfortably, but it still feels so fucking good. Any amount of touching from him feels good, if you’re being honest. 

“And you’re teasing me.” You argue, looking away from his smirk as he plays with the wet fabric against his fingers. 

“Just ask. I’m not teasing you if you're not telling me what you want.” 

You shoot your eyes back to him, a mixture of curiosity and shock in your eyes. It’s true though, you are a little shocked. Most men really just do what they want, and so do you. Never have you been asked what you want. 

Your eyes trail down as far as they can, what his hand is doing is mostly hidden between your legs but you focus entirely on the way his arms flex as his fingers travel up and down your panties. 

“You want me to ask?” You question, hips bucking up again unintentionally. 

“Not so much ask, but like, tell me what you want.”

He nods to himself as he says it, licking his bottom lip and pressing the fabric of your panties in yet again. 

It’s not that he doesn’t want to do what he wants right now though, definitely not. He just figures you know your body far better than he does, and he’d rather not make assumptions and embarrass himself when you could just ask him or better, guide him. Who is he to assume you want his fingers right now anyway?

“I’ve never…” You start, swallowing your words as your brain goes back to focusing on his fingers momentarily. “I haven’t–”

He knows what you’re trying to say, so he attempts to make it a bit easier for you. 

“Do you want me to pull your panties to the side?” 

You sigh with a nod, looking at him and allowing him to guide you through telling him what you want.

“Do you want me to touch you?” 

You nod again, pushing your head back against the mattress out of frustration that you, for some reason, can’t find the words to just tell him yourself. 

He listens to your body though, more than your weak nods and frustrated sighs. The way your legs shake when he asks, the way you react to the air hitting your folds when he does push your panties to the side. He can’t bear to look down yet though, because he knows for a fact that if he were to pull back and look at you in full, he’d no longer be asking you what you want. He’d be embarrassing for sure. 

You can feel his fingers now sliding through your folds though, bare pussy out and on display but not yet being looked at, only being felt. And arguably, all you can do right now is feel too, as he leans forward to kiss you in this silent moment. 

His fingers continue to explore as he kisses you, collecting all of your arousal and swirling it around your clit before sliding back down and prodding at your entrance. You make a sound at that, kissing him a little harder than before when he lets out a hum.

“Hm?” He hums against your lips, and you nod to him. 

There, he dips a finger in only slightly. Your arms reach around his neck at the feeling and pull him closer to you. To the point that you can feel him struggle to angle his hands right to slide in deeper, but you pay no mind to it. At least not until you kiss the fucking daylights out of him.

That, you do. Kissing him with full-force and making a show of how turned on you are for him. He feels it, with or without your kiss bruising him. The wetness on the tip of his finger only becomes wetter, and when you release your grip around his neck, he still doesn’t leave the kiss.

He goes back to gently kissing you, focusing more on his fingers than what his tongue is doing. He slides that same finger in all the way now, feeling your walls clench almost instantly and beg for more. Chuckling at the feeling, he fucks his finger into you experimentally before pulling them out and adjusting two fingers at your entrance. 

“Hm?” He hums again, and you nod again.

So, two fingers slide in and you’re releasing a soft moan against his lips. Already out of breath from focusing so hard on how he feels when he touches you. Your lips fall slack just to catch that lost breath, and he doesn’t argue, going right back to that spot on your neck to kiss as he picks up rhythm with his fingers. Effectively fucking you open with them as you cling to him.

You hate to say you didn’t pay much attention to his hands until now. Having not noticed how deep just those two digits reach inside of you, and good fucking lord does he know how to use them too. Curling them up at just the right moment to have your legs shaking. 

Never have your legs fucking shook for a man. This only happens with the g-spot stimulating toys. God, you open your eyes to look at the ceiling in thought, and it has you wondering if he even knows he’s doing it. 

“Keep doing that–” you urge him, and he hums at you finally at least trying to tell him what you want. 

He finally lifts from your neck to look at you, now placing his weight back on that one free arm that had been toying with the ends of your hair this entire time, and he’s fucking floored. Even if he pictured you before with those toys, none of those images came close to this. And it’s just his fingers? No where near the size of your toys, no where near as expensive, or warm…or alive.

Oh. You want to feel someone who wants you. 

“I’ll do anything you want.” He says, doing exactly as you asked except a little faster, still hitting that spot inside of you so perfectly that you’re moaning out now. 

He tunes in entirely to the sounds you’re making, the faces you’re making, and the way your pussy clenches around just those two fingers. He is aching at this point, pulling back from hovering over you to sit now between your legs, fingers still keeping pace, and sliding his other hand down his briefs. 

You don’t notice at first, too enthralled by the feeling of his curling fingers inside of you, but when you do–

“God,” You moan, rolling your eyes at the image of him out of breath, both hands working to pleasure both of you. “Come here.”

He listens, already pulling his hand away from himself but keeping his fingers in you, in a daze as he takes his original position of hovering over you.

“No, I mean, come here.” You say, looking at him as you reach between your bodies and pull his fingers out of you, then reach to grab between his legs. 

He immediately moans at the feeling, his hips pressing harshly into your grip with a whine as he takes a deep breath and closes his eyes just to feel it. 

“Pull it out.” You continue, slowly becoming more and more comfortable telling him what you want. 

Just watching him do what you ask is insanely hot. The way he pulls his cock out seems so natural to him, you suddenly imagine what he must look like all alone while getting himself off. Thankfully though, he’s not all alone right now, he’s with you, and you intend to be getting him off. 

You look at him, between his legs, and then back at him once more before grabbing it again and practically pulling his hips to you by the cock. He groans all the same at it though, and only holds his breath when he feels your legs spread further and essentially press his cock between your folds and hold it there from the head. 

“Grind.” You say, still holding your hand in place to keep the pressure against him, which also puts pressure against your clit when he does grind up.

You both shiver at it, and he still looks down at you, fucking smiling through his sighs of relief regarding the new sensations you’re offering. 

“You’re actually fucking perfect.” He compliments, fucking his hips up and coating his cock with the dripping of your needy cunt. 

Out of everything he’s ever said to you up to this point, out of everything he’s fucking done to you, that’s the one thing that has you spiralling into a world of fire. It makes you feel so warm, especially with the head of his cock bumping your clit. He has barely gotten any friction and he is still calling you perfect? Sign you the fuck up, forever, actually. 

“Don’t be stupid,” You start, waving him off between moans and gripping his shoulders.

He grinds up harder at your words though, now propping himself up on his elbows and grabbing your face on both sides. 

“You, don’t be stupid.” He says clearly, pointing his thrusts directly at your clit and moaning only slightly as he looks at you.

You swear, at that moment he could see your entire life. Everything about you. Everything you love and hate. The way he doesn’t look through you but at you? 

“You’re actually insane.” You laugh, crumbling to his pointed gaze and thrusts, your legs automatically shooting up to wrap around his waist. 

He seems proud of being called insane right now. Mostly because he can come up with at least fifty reasons as to why this is anything but insanity, but he remains quiet at the feeling of your legs squeezing around him. 

Such a girl was looking for mundane sex toys to have normal sex with? Lucky you, this is his fucking favorite. Plain ‘ol missionary? Check. Legs squeezing around him, almost pulling him in? Check. Looking directly at the face of the person he wants to make feel good? Check. 

You barely notice his lack of control by this point, the closeness alone feels like you’re already having sex but you realize you’re entirely empty still. This is fine though, until it’s not.

When does it not become fine? When his confident moans turn to soft sighs, and you notice his arms shaking a bit to hold his weight above you, and when his eyes go dead staring at you. You can tell he’s focused entirely on the feeling between the two of you, doing nothing more than aggressive yet…weak grinds? 

“Jay,” You say, slightly out of breath. 

“Hm?” He responds half-heartedly, releasing his weight from one elbow and dropping his head between your neck and shoulder.

“Fuck me.”

It’s like you can feel the switch in his head go from losing sanity to gaining it back in an instant at those words. He felt like he was pleasuring himself against you for so long, with so much friction between your hand and his abdomen constantly pressing into it. He could have gotten off from this, if you wanted him to anyway. It would have been an intense orgasm after working up for so long too, but now? 

He doesn’t even say anything, he doesn’t even move his head from between your neck and shoulder. Instead, you feel him expertly adjust his hips and press in without much trouble. He finds exactly where he belongs so fucking fast that is has you spinning and clenching immediately. 

“Shit,” He drones out with a long sigh, slowly sinking his cock into you. “You’re throbbing.” 

You chuckle, because yeah. You definitely are, but so is he. You can feel his thick length spreading you open inch by inch, until he’s fully planted into you and twitching. Then he doesn’t move again.

“This alone could do me in,” He chuckles against your neck, breathing in a deep sigh and attaching his teeth to your lower ear lobe. “Honestly, I can't believe I didn’t already cum  just from having my fingers in you.”

You’re both flattered and shocked by this comment, before you can even think to respond he’s talking again.

“You’re so tight, so wet.” He soothes himself through the feeling of your walls clenching around him by explaining how good your pussy feels, not yet wanting to move and just wanting to feel what your body does to him on its own. “It’s so hard not to move right now.”

“Please,” You manage to get out, struggling to focus on just one thing with the way he’s talking and the way he sits so perfectly inside of you. “Please, move.”

And he does, instantly. Pulling out and sliding back in so easily that the slapping sound is muted entirely by the matching moan you both release. You can feel his voice vibrating against your neck, and you can imagine he might be able to feel yours through your pulsing walls, because it feels like every sound, touch, and sensation is sent straight there for him to enjoy. 

It doesn’t stop either. Both of you shamelessly moaning at the feeling of him snapping his hips into you at perfect speed, with a perfect voice, and a perfect hand moving up to grip your chest. 

He’s practically blanketing you with his body, your legs holding him in this spot, his hair still finding a way to tickle your cheek with each thrust in. It’s so fucking much. It’s so good, and so…comfortable.

You’re comfortable. So comfortable you don’t even feel the need to rub your clit, you don’t want to chase the orgasm, you just want to feel him. And apparently, he’s still on the same page with you. 

When he lifts his head, kissing the bottom of your chin and then your lower lip, still the two of you are groaning at each deep thrust in, but he manages to talk through it, somehow.

“Don’t stop,” he says, despite you barely doing anything. “Keep doing that.” He continues as his thrusts pick up pace. 

Only now do you realize that you were doing something. Without noticing, your hands were nearly tearing his back apart. Not literally, but your nails may have dug in a few times. Normally, once you notice doing that, you would stop because normally men don’t want the trace of another woman on him. Jay though, he’s in love with the idea that you’ll leave a mark. 

Obsessed with the sting of it, really, loving the idea of going to his night-job tomorrow and staring at all of the toys that don’t offer you a back to hold onto like this. 

You do as he asks much like he does for you, gripping him so tightly that your nails have no choice but to leave half-moon shapes on his skin. Each thrust drags your fingers up, down, up down, and with each thrust it somehow feels deeper, harder, hotter.

When he releases your chest from his other hand and puts it back to your cheek, caressing much like he has each time he’s focused on kissing you, you think you’re a fucking goner. 

As expected, he kisses you at that moment and thrusts once, hard, before holding himself there.

“I’m really close,” He whispers apologetically between kisses, “tell me how to get you there with me.”

You smile when he kisses you again instead of letting you answer, but you fall into it much like he does and you opt to grab that hand on your cheek and guide it to your clit. 

Instantly, he’s rubbing harsh and sloppy circles around it, and you reward him for the perfect work of his fingers yet again with your fingernails digging into his back. He softly moans at that, and you swallow it up all too easily. 

Tensing your muscles, his fingers on your clit work you up so quickly that you barely warn him of your oncoming orgasm, even as his cock sits leaking and heavy inside of you. You don’t even know how to tell him, all you can do is frantically moan out shortly.

“I’m–” 

Instantly his hips are back at work, barely even thrusting but instead remaining buried into you for the most part. He pulls out an inch and slams back in, wanting your orgasm to get him off more than his own movements. And fuck, it does.

The way you clench when you reach your high, slack lips against his own, he releases at what he could argue is the best possible time. Your tenses muscles work him up perfectly, gently massaging his cock as he releases in full without too much overstimulation. 

And you. You have never gotten off with a man staying mostly still inside of you. Actually, you’ve only gotten off that way with toys because nothing beats getting off while completely full. Jay really is something, or, someone. 

The two of you release together, and his lips fall slack just like yours do. The kissing turned to that of desperate, orgasm-fogged moans into the other’s mouth. For some reason, it was incredibly hot to you that you both reacted that way. So insanely drunk on the other that nothing felt embarrassing.

Even the way his fingers moved on your clit through your orgasm, he somehow knew when to go and when to stop. 

Even now, as your orgasm tapers off, you are so blissfully aware that you want to immediately fall asleep even with him inside of you. Jay is polite though, and gently pulls out with a small apology of the mess. 

When he looks at you, looking so sleepy under him, maybe it translates to him too and he instantly yawns but tries to be strong for both of you.

“We should clean up.”

・・・・・・・・・・・・・・

There wasn’t even a question in your head when he slept over that night. He didn’t even hint at leaving. Nor did he hint the morning after as you groggily opened your computer for your daily work. 

He did hint that he would miss you when he eventually had to go to his own house and get ready for an evening at the sex-shop. He also hinted a few times at feeling like, when he looked at you, you weren’t a brand new person in his life. Part of you wonders if that’s because maybe you want to be permanent in his life from now on.

Later that night, he came back. Bright eyes and a stinging back.

For some reason, you feel it’s safe to say that neither of you can stand being apart for too long. So yeah, maybe this is what a normal relationship is like. If, you know, you were in a relationship with him.

Ironically enough, only a few days later that relationship is established in the form of a new car battery and a bottle of lube that he bought for you. 

Not that you need it. (The lube.)

[lilwonie]

girlfriend. — HYUNG LINE VER.

synopsis: when they reveal your relationship pairing: bf! hyung line x gf! reader warnings: established relationship, fluff? comedy? sav notes: pov i’m in all these pics. maknae line coming soon ! DOLLHOUSE…

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[lilwonie]

Can you do a threesome with Sunghoon and Heeseung?? (The reader being Sunghoon S/o and they invited Heeseung to do a threesome) I love you and your work💗💗

A THIRD'S DESIRE - P.SH & L.HS

pairings : boyfriend!sunghoon x girlfriend!femreader x bestfriend!heeseung

warnings : smut, p in v, unprotected sex and protected sex (wrap that dick), threesome, masturbation(m!), exibition, degradation (slut, whore), anal, blowjob, breeding kink, heeseung cums 3 times (💀), lmk if I missed smth!

wc : 1.8k

author's note : I cannot for the love of god, ever write threesomes, the struggle is real! also I know how y'all wanted nasty hee but the hoon brainrot went brrrrrrrr. heeseung's so sub in this help- anyway,,, I hope you like it anonie 🩵

The bed creaked as Sunghoon thrusts deeper into you, your bodies slapping wetly against each other in rhythm. You arched your back, your eyes squeezed shut, lost in the sensation of being so thoroughly claimed. Suddenly, the bedroom door swung open, and there stood Heeseung, Sunghoon's best friend, his eyes widening in surprise as he caught a glimpse of the scene unfolding before him. "Uh, s-sorry," he stammered, clearly embarrassed, as he tried to retreat from the room.

But Sunghoon's voice stopped him in his tracks. "Wait," he panted. "Do you want to... Join us?" Heeseung's face immediately flushed into a deep shade of crimson. "W-what-"

It's not like Sunghoon had ever had any illusions about your secret feelings for Heeseung. You'd been friends for years, after all, and he'd seen the way your gaze would linger just a little too long on Heeseung's thighs, or the way your cheeks would flush whenever Heeseung was around.

Heeseung had thought about it too. Sometimes, late at night, he'd lie awake wondering what it would be like to see you with himself, to have you all to himself. But it was never anything more than a fleeting thought, quickly pushed aside by the guilt of betraying his own friend.

Now, as Sunghoon's words hung in the air, Heeseung's heart raced. His breath hitched, and his body tensed with conflicting emotions. The sight of the two of you, tangled together in the sheets, was enough to make his blood boil and his mind go blank all at once. He licked his lips nervously, taking a tentative step forward. "Y-you're sure?" he stammered, his voice barely audible.

Sunghoon nodded, his gaze never leaving yours. "I am, don't act like you don't want this, I've seen how you both are around eachother. I know you want this." Heesseung swallowed thickly, his eyes darting between the two of you before finally settling on yours as Sunghoon leaned in close, his lips brushing against your ear. "Tell him what you want, Yn," he whispered.

You glance over at Heeseung, feeling the weight of his gaze on you. He's still standing by the door, his expression a mix of shock and arousal. You bite your lip, taking a deep breath before speaking. "I-I want you too h-heeseung." Your voice comes out soft and shaky, and you can feel your cheeks flushing even more. You can see the way his eyes darken at your words, and his Adam's apple bobs as he swallows nervously.

Sunghoon steps aside as Heeseung approaches the bed, his gaze locked with yours. Heeseung hovers over you, spreading your legs, his hands trembling as he reaches out to touch you. He hesitates for a moment, gathering the courage, before trailing his fingers down to your clit. You moan at the sensation, arching your back into his touch. "Oh fuck," he whispers, his voice rough with desire. "You're so wet." He brushes his fingers over your clit as you cry out.

Heeseung leans down, his lips meeting yours in a desperate kiss. His tongue finds its way into your mouth. Your hips buck up against his hand, seeking more contact. You can feel him growing hard against your thigh, and you want nothing more than to feel him inside you.

Sunghoon chuckles, a low, satisfied sound as he watches the two of you together. He walks around the bed, sitting on the couch as he takes his dick in his hand, stroking it slowly. He watches as Heeseung thrusts his fingers deeper and harder, his breath coming in ragged gasps. Your eyes squeezed shut as you feel the tension building inside you.

Heeseung's hand moves faster, but before you could come, he pulls out his fingers out as you whine. "I want to feel you around me," he growls, leaning down to kiss you again. Before doing anything, he takes a quick glance at Sunghoon, who was still watching them intently, his hand moving faster and faster on his cock. "But you can't come inside her, I'm the only one who gets to breed her." Sunghoon grins, licking his lips as he watches you squirm beneath Heeseung's touch.

You can feel the tip of his cock pressing against your entrance, and you whimper in anticipation. "Please, Heeseung," you whimper, your hands gripping the sheets tightly.

Heeseung lets out a groan, lowering his body down onto yours as he slowly pushes inside you. You cry out as he fills you completely. "So fucking tight," his eyes meeting yours as he begins to move. His hips flex, and you feel him pulling almost all the way out before thrusting back in again. Sunghoon walks over to you, grabs your jaw, and forces you to look at him as he aligns the his shaft with your lips. "Suck it," he growls, pushing his cock into your mouth as you moan around him as he begins to fuck your mouth in time with Heeseung's thrusts.

Heeseung's movements grow more desperate, his thrusts harder as he loses control. You can feel him getting closer, the tension building in his body as he pushes deeper and deeper inside you. You moan around Sunghoon's cock, your eyes locked on Heeseung's as you feel him coming, his hips stuttering as he cums inside the condom.

Sunghoon grins down at you, watching as he pulls his cock out of your mouth, his eyes never leaving yours. "Such a greedy slut," he whispers, running a finger down your chin. He lifts your body up as he slowly slides a finger in your asshole. You arch your back into his touch, moaning. "So tight," he groans, thrusting his finger in and out.

Heeseung's breathing is ragged as he lays on top of you, his weight pressing you into the bed. Sunghoon's finger thrusts inside you, his other hand cupping your breast as he pinches your nipple roughly. "Fuck, you're so wet, I can't control myself anymore." Sunghoon growls, watching the wetness on his finger as he quickly removes his digits and enters with his dick into your asshole.

You cry out, the invasion of your ass so sudden and intense. He begins to move, slowly at first, then faster as he grips your hips tightly. Heeseung moans, rolling his hips against your ass, his cock still buried deep inside you. You feel stretched and full as both begin to move in sync, fucking you senseless.

Sunghoon leans down, his breath hot against your ear. "You're such a dirty little whore," he growls, his hips thrusting harder. He presses a kiss to your neck, sucking on your skin as he continues to thrust. Heeseung groans, thrusting harder as well, his cock hitting your cervix with every movement.

You feel a wave of pleasure wash over you, your body tensing and arching as you reach your climax. Heeseung's thrusts grow rougher, his grip on your hips almost painful as he follows you over the edge. He cries out, his voice hoarse as he comes again, this time inside you.

Sunghoon growls, feeling the tightness of your ass around his cock as you cum, the sensation driving him wild. He picks up the pace, thrusting harder and faster as he nears his own release. He groans, his body shuddering as he comes, filling you up with his seed.

Heeseung pulls out of you, collapsing to the side, his breathing ragged. Sunghoon groans, still buried inside you, feeling you clench around him. He presses a kiss to your shoulder, then leans back, watching you intently. "Such a good little slut," he whispers, thrusting slowly.

He groans, his hips moving faster, his thrusts harder as he loses control. He grabs your hip, lifting you up slightly, and slams you back down onto his cock, the force of it making you gasp.

"Fuck, you're so tight, swallowing me whole." he whispers, his breath hot against your ear. He bites gently on the lobe, making you arch your back into the touch. He presses deeper, harder, his cock filling you up completely. You feel the head of his cock hit your cervix, making you shudder with pleasure.

Sunghoon begins to thrust faster, harder, his hips slapping against your ass as he takes you roughly. He grabs your hair, tugging gently as he slams into you, the bed creaking beneath you. Heeseung watches, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he listens to the wet, slapping sounds.

Heeseung quickly unties your hands as he makes you hold his cock, feeling it twitch in anticipation. "Stroke me," he breathes, his voice husky. You obey, beginning to slowly slide your hand up and down his shaft, marveling at how hard it feels in your grasp. Sunghoon watches intently, licking his lips as he watches you pleasure Heeseung.

Heeseung leans down, capturing your lips in a deep, passionate kiss. His tongue darts into your mouth, tangling with yours as he thrusts into your hand. Sunghoon watches, a mix of desire and envy flashing in his eyes. He moans, feeling himself grow even harder at the sight of you pleasuring Heeseung.

Sunghoon feels his high approaching, his hips moving faster as he fucks you. He glances at Heeseung, their eyes locking in a heated gaze. "Do you want him to cum with us?" he pants, his voice rough. He watches as Heeseung nods, a flush spreading across his cheeks. "Good boy," Sunghoon murmurs, gripping your hips tighter as he slams into you.

You grab his cock in your other hand, stroking in time with Heeseung's thrusts. The feeling of him sliding against your skin, the way he fills your hand, the wet sound of their skin meeting. You can feel Sunghoon's muscles tensing beneath you, feel him getting closer and closer. He leans down, licking along your jaw.

"Fuck, you feel so good," he groans as he bites down on your earlobe. "I'm close," you say breathlessly, your hand moving faster on heeseung's cock as Sunghoon glances down between your bodies, watching as his cum spurts out over your hand, coating your skin. His hips jerk roughly as he comes.

You come apart beneath Sunghoon, your body shuddering as pleasure washes over you. He groans, collapsing forward to rest his weight on his elbows as he catches his breath as he pulls out. Heeseung comes too, his cock jerking in your hand as he cries out, a mixture of pleasure and relief.

You lie there for a moment, feeling the afterglow of your orgasm fade, leaving you warm and content. Sunghoon rolls onto his back, watching you as you catch your breath. He reaches up to stroke your cheek, tracing your jawline with his thumb. "You did so well, maybe we should do this again sometime..."

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[lilwonie]

DAY-SHIFT. (p. sh)

― part one here! After finding out that your boss has seen, heard, and instructed you through some pleasurable nights while parading around as a faceless cam-boy, you decide that your best course of action is to: call out sick. use vacation days. avoid Park Sunghoon at all costs. Unfortunately, ten days doesn’t appear to be nearly enough time to erase what’s happened, and Sunghoon refuses to be avoided. or the one where sunghoon pretends that he isn’t an anxious mess over accidentally exposing himself and you just so happen to have a lot of fucking empathy. 

minors dni 

PAIRING ― boss / cam boy!sunghoon x afab reader  

WORDCOUNT― 14.5k 

CONTENT― forbidden office romance kind of, smidge of angst if ur sensitive, mentions of predatory behavior from sunghoon, he is more desperate than he is dominant, just the way we like it.

NOTE ― bro im so sorry this took way too long to write, it also is way longer than it's supposed to be. but yknow. i had to do him right lmfao. NOT PROOF READ.

nsfw tags under cut

nsfw tags― perverted sunghoon, heavy petting, making out, foreplay on a chair lol, desk sex, very intimate shit ok? ok., pussy eating, jerking off, finger fucking, fingers-in-mouth antics, gagging, implications of something more than just an office fling, unprotected sex, he fills you UP!!! YIPEE!!! 

・・・・・・・・・・・・・・

Avoidance.

That is the only way you know out of any awkward or unsavory situation. Avoid, avoid, avoid. Find a new job, change your name, dye your hair– question all of your life choices up to this point.

It’s the fact that never in your life have you had an interest in live sex cams. It was always just a porn video or a nice erotic novel for you. Sometimes curiosity gets the best of you though, like it does all people, and it’s not like you thought anyone would ever know who you are or catch you in the act of feeding into your curiosities. 

The one time you ever navigated to the live camera feed on your favorite porn site did shift your sexual appetite a little bit. A whole new world of seeing exactly what you want without needing to search for far too long for that perfect video…for a cost, of course.

You made good money already, and it’s not like you weren’t going for that promotion at the time either. You thought, why not? Why not pay a pretty, faceless man for some anonymous jerking off and move on with your life? 

The one time you found something to satiate the late night body-cravings, the point of pleasure ended up being…your boss?

Small world? Miniscule, fucking tiny little world. 

For days you wondered if Sunghoon’s text to you was just a coincidence. After all, the faceless man on screen didn’t say a word to you after you uttered the name of your boss. Even if he directly said your name. Even if Park Sunghoon uttered your false name at work. 

Consistent back and forth in your head. From, “No, how could that even be possible? No way is it him.” to “but Mr.Park started being weird after the first call, he used both names, he played off of the boss/employee dynamic.”

You’re going crazy as you send another email to your department, apologizing for taking so many days off but not truly apologetic. It’s been ten days now and Sunghoon has yet to text you again. 

That little “Can we talk?” can be heard in your head in his voice. Only now recognizing how clear and unique it truly is when he does speak. You try not to realize how similar the cam-boy sounded to him. Only connecting the dots when they force you to do it, really. You still try to convince yourself that the text was about firing you, given his actions at work that very same day. 

Maybe he was avoiding you because he felt awful about needing to fire you? 

Maybe he sent that text message to start the process of pushing you out? 

After all, it’s still very difficult to imagine Park Sunghoon having a cock that nice, or cum in that amount. Given, it’s not like you ever thought about him jerking off or anything, it’s just–

You don’t fucking know. Your brain is a mess of shaking anxiety and echoes of sexual frustrations and moans. 

You were refunded your money. He texted after the session. He said your name. It’s him, isn’t it?

You refuse to fucking find out.

・・・・・・・・・・・・・・

From:...[ HRatyourjob@workemail.org ]

CC:...[ parksunghoon@workemail.org ]

BCC:...

Subject: Time off Request: Rejected. Insufficient PTO.

[insert your name here],

The time you have requested from the 27th to the 3rd has been rejected due to insufficient hours. As of last Thursday, you are no longer meeting the minimum hour requirement as a full-time employee. Your PTO is at 0 hours and 00 minutes and you now have three unexcused absences. Please return tomorrow with a signed order or note that exempts you from work. If you move forward without returning to the building, this will be grounds for termination. Please review the company handbook and job abandonment guidelines. 

Additionally, COO Lee, myself, and Division manager Park will be scheduling a meeting with you in the upcoming days, failure to appear will result in immediate termination.

Thank you,

HR

Well, fuck. You knew the time to avoid this would dry up, and this ten day hideaway to fake your death didn’t quite pan out.

Devastating, truly, that you have to walk through those doors with the same legs your boss may or may not have seen spread open for him through a grainy webcam image. Horrifying, that you have to look him in the eye and explain that you really were sick for the past ten days, that you definitely were not hiding the shame of your sexual desires.

The worst part about all of this? Not just the embarrassment but the fact that…you liked it. On that night, had he admitted it was him, you may not have ended the call yourself. It felt like it added some danger to your arousal at the time. Which, naturally, makes you more embarrassed now. Mostly because, at worst if that was Mr.Park, it was predatory. At best though? You very well may have consented.

But the what ifs don’t matter now. The only thing that matters is forcing yourself through the awkwardness of being at work after avoiding it for so long already.

Fortunately for you though, work is…weirdly normal. In fact, no one acts like you’ve missed ten days at all. You are greeted by the usual co-workers, you sit down at your desk and can log in as usual, and there are no warning emails or invitations for what would be considered a meeting of termination either. 

The day goes by just fine, suspiciously so. Sunghoon, though you’re avoiding him at the moment, doesn’t appear to be too out of character either. At one point, you were forced to drop corrected paper work off in his office, and he gave you the same usual and small “Thank you” before you stepped out with your legs threatening to buckle. 

Then again, his “casual” appreciation could just be your mind playing positive little tricks on you. Maybe it wasn’t casual at all. Maybe that little uncharacteristic breath afterwards isn’t just in your head. You didn’t make eye contact with him during that brief moment, and you did rush out quite quickly so you wouldn’t really know. However, in the deepest part of your brain his voice really does match the one who said all those dirty things to you. 

Maybe you’re still overreacting.

Or maybe you dreamed all of this up. 

You choose to remain unaware of the awkwardness around you solely because everything else is normal. Deep, deep down, you know. But you’re not giving that truth a chance to thrive or run your brain anymore.

And just as the day comes to an end, you’re actually feeling better. Anxiety is draining out of you, fear and embarrassment sit dormant in some hidden part of your brain over the small possibility of virtually fucking your boss. It seems you’ve let this work day clear up all of that fear in your head.

You were wrong, right? It wasn’t him, right? He’d have tried to defend himself by now. What boss wouldn’t be absolutely terrified that you’d report him, anyway? After all of that?

You actually feel a little dumb at the possibility of Mr. Park ever wanting you sexually, or ever even wanting to speak to you in that way. Asking to see your pussy? Telling you how to touch it? No, that’s definitely not him. Couldn’t be him. 

And your eyes do stray after a little while. Just to steal glimpses into his office, feeling relieved and weightless now that it appears your fears are over and finally understood. Doesn’t change the fact that now when you look at him, you might be wildly fucking attracted to him. Because fuck, imagine if that was him. You’re kind of forced to put his image to the faceless cam-boy now, not that you want to do that or anything. It just…you can’t really blame yourself for it.

You lend yourself a little laugh. As happy as you are that you’re able to convince yourself that it’s not Sunghoon’s cock you’ve yearned for, you really wouldn’t mind sleeping with someone as handsome as him. 

Crazy how the lack of anxiety lets you think those types of things though, isn’t it? When your brain is no longer fogged by fear or embarrassment, it’s like the clarity can sometimes be scarier simply because you don’t know how true certain statements are. Even through all of that fear, maybe a part of you wished it was him. 

Even with the weight on your shoulders lifted, in hindsight, maybe you’re even a little disappointed that it wasn’t. 

And, just as you’re preparing to clock out and head home with a big secret crush and a little pep in your step, you hear the familiar notification of an email. No problem, probably just a daily report or something. 

From:...[ parksunghoon@workemail.org ]

CC:...

BCC:...

Subject: Mandatory Advising

[insert your name here],

Please come to my office before you leave for the day to discuss your conduct as of late. 

Thank you,

Park Sunghoon

Division Manager

000-000-0000 ext. 000

Well, double fuck. To think everything was fine despite you being well aware of that shit HR said to you previously? 

You barely recognize how the email is sent directly to you from Mr. Park, not including HR or COO Lee. In fact, the anxiety wells up inside of you so quickly that you nearly have to dry heave a few times before taking a deep breath. 

In your head, it’s not even about the web-cam session with a faceless man anymore. Your anxiety about that died the moment you successfully lied to yourself enough, now you’re genuinely just afraid you’ll lose your job or that beloved promotion you worked so hard to be qualified for. You just had to let your anxiety run your life for the past ten days, didn’t you? After all, skipping work to such an extent? Everyone had to have known that it was a lie eventually.  

So, you stand to your feet, brush off your thighs, and attempt to keep your heart from pounding as you make your way to Mr. Park’s office expecting to see HR, COO Lee, and a severance package on the desk waiting for your signature. 

Instead, you walk in to just find your boss. He’s looking at you as he normally would, eyes focused on his screen before glancing at you for a moment and nodding his head to one of the chairs in front of his desk. 

“Mr. Park–” You start, nearly wincing at the way you say it because, well, you haven’t said it since the night you had your pussy out on display. It’s only natural to physically react, right?

“One moment.” He says in a small voice, clicking a few times with the mouse as you watch the monitor light shine across his cheeks with each window he minimizes. 

It’s silent for a few moments as you awkwardly look around an office you’ve been in countless times. His lights are always dimmed, the temperature is always comfortable. You’re gonna miss this office, though it’s not your own. It was a nice, brief escape before all of this if you’re being honest. 

“How was work for you today?” He turns his attention to you, finally adjusting and rolling his chair to center himself in front of you behind his desk 

You pause at the question, unintentionally tilting your head at it like a puppy. “Good? Normal, I guess?” 

You watch as he nods with a tight-lipped expression, eyes falling to his desk as he takes in a deep and disappointed sounding breath. 

“Well, that’s one of us.” He huffs out, causing you to feel a bit confused with his tone. Is he being…passive aggressive? And when he snaps his eyes from his desk straight to your own confused gaze, you can almost sense a bit of something else in them compared to usual. 

Not anger. Not disappointment. 

He looks worried.

“Eleven days–” Sunghoon drones on with an exhausted tone, cutting himself off with another breath that shows you were right to assume his current displayed emotion. “You have ignored my text messages for eleven days.” 

You’re shocked by that because as far as you’re concerned, he has not texted you.

“What are you–” You furrow your brows at him, frantically pulling out your phone. “You haven’t texted me. See? The last one I got was–” You take a second as you pull up his texts and remember the exact time he texted you. So late into the night, right after…that. Naturally, you silence yourself, afraid to say it out loud.

“On the contrary,” Sunghoon denies your proof. “I texted from my personal phone.”

You hesitate again, looking down and noting the notifications under the tab of  “message requests.” To be fucking fair though, you didn’t even know that existed so you never really paid attention to it. Especially as you practically avoided your phone out of fear that he’d be texting you again. 

You were thankful he didn’t. That comforted you. Now though? Your comfort is replaced yet again with anxiety because, well, he texted you consistently after that night.

“Oh–” You say quietly, seeing a glimpse of “Please, let me call y–” in one of the messages.

“I didn’t see those.” Quickly, you turn your screen off and shove your phone back into your pocket, nervously clasping your hands in front of you and looking to the floor. 

“I will reiterate then.” 

You can hear the leather on his chair squeak against his expensive suit when he leans forward, both hands splayed out on his desk in a wide and intimidating stance in front of you. 

“Wait–” You look around the office now. “If you’re going to fire me– shouldn’t the others be here too?”

Sunghoon pulls back at that, narrowing his eyes before lending a very small and even more nervous chuckle.

“I’m not firing you. I told them I’d take care of your sudden and, quite frankly, unhelpful vacation.” 

You look to the floor again, feeling scolded for your actions but having a genuine reason. If Sunghoon truly is aware of that reason for your absence, he understands too, right?

“I have been beyond inappropriate with you.” He blurts now, that same leather squeaking as he leans back again and looks away from you the moment you snap your head up. “I have reason to believe you’ve not yet reported me, and I’d like to ask for the opportunity to explain myself before you do.” 

You feel a chill wash over your whole body, cold sweat peaking right at your temples as you stare forward. He’s being so professional about this, and that lie you’ve convinced yourself of is showing it’s face as just that, a fucking lie.

So this is it? 

So there it is? A semi-admittance that it was him? That little feeling in the back of your head that wishes it was diminishes within an instant. In fact, you narrow your eyes at him, your nose crinkles, and you feel frustration bubble up in your gut.

“So you admit that it was you?” You ask, needing a full confirmation. 

“Yes.” Sunghoon sighs, leaning back somehow further, creating as much distance from you as possible before unintentionally rolling his eyes. Mostly due to the fact that he was stupid enough to let this happen, mostly to shame himself. “What I did was inappropriate and unacceptable. I didn’t intend for this to ever happen.”

Now you feel a bit…pissed off.

Like? Oh, he didn’t intend for this to happen? What? You mean he didn’t intend to let you fucking find out! Well, as good as he is at playing the part of a slutty man on the internet, he’s not so good at acting in real life, now is he? Saying your false fucking name at work, saying your real name with his cock out?

What in the fuck are you supposed to do about this? Why is he giving you the ability to report him? He’s the one with the power here. He could fire you now and bury the information if he so pleased. After all, He’s besties with COO Lee, right? That bitch in HR has an obsession with him too. Hell, everyone here loves the guy. 

You’re just a bottom of the barrel employee trying to work your way up. If you got him fired, surely he’d make damn sure you never work for a decent company like this one again. Additionally, you don’t even want to report him.

Yeah, it was fucking weird that he just knew it was you and kept going. Super strange that he had to have known after the first call, only to ask to see you in the second one. Why does that turn you on in the midst of this anxiety induced spiral? Why the fuck is the idea of Park Sunghoon apologizing for masturbating to and for you so alluring?! 

Sure, maybe it’s kind of nice knowing that someone of his status would ever find an interest in you, but it doesn’t quite wash the frustration away. You have every right to question, and every right to be pissed off about it. 

Still, in this quiet room, Sunghoon is stoic and all you can think about when you look at him is the way he said “if I were your boss i’d–” and the way he fucked his palm while saying it, implying he wanted it to be you while simultaneously knowing it was you watching. 

Since fucking when did Mr. Park ever show a sexual interest in you? And if he did, why the fuck couldn’t he have just been normal about it?

“That was really fucked up, you know that?” You argue immediately, voice shaking at the speed of which your emotions shift. Your resolve isn’t quite as clear as it probably should be. Perhaps you should report him, or maybe you already should have. But, it’s not like you accepted the truth until he demanded it of you.

You would have let it slide. Both of you could have pretended it never happened. You could’ve gone home and continued working, never paying a cam-boy again had Sunghoon not called you into this stupid, comfortable ass office. 

“In my defense, I was just doing my job. Though it’s my own fault for not telling you, my job here was at risk if you had found out.”

“You made me talk about you.” You roll your eyes at him now, gaining the power and control over the conversation. “And you thought I wouldn’t find out?! What? Did that get you off or something?”

“I–” Sunghoon stops himself from answering that question truthfully. He quickly tries to explain away the stutter instead. Never has he been scolded by an employee, but you’re well within your rights to do so. “I wasn’t in my right mind. I never get called by name during these sessions and I apologize for having you say it.”

“And you want me to report you?” You raise a brow at him. “Want me to just storm right into HR and tell her how you’re a fucking pervert? Want me to tell her how you told me to repeat your name? To thank you for it? Is that really what you want?” 

Are you enjoying yourself a little too much? Maybe.

Sunghoon doesn’t respond though, instead, he runs his hand through his hair and sighs from the stress welling up inside of him. He can only act calm and collected for so long, and it’s been eleven days already. He hates how hearing you say those words goes straight to his cock at a time like this, he hates even more how all of this could have been avoided if he had simply declined your second call. 

But you’re not wrong. He is a pervert, and he did tell you to thank him for the pleasure you were getting from his voice and half image alone. At the time, he was so turned on he really just couldn’t help himself. You fed his sexual appetite unknowingly and now this is the consequence of his action. Being a known pervert.

Is it what he wants though? To be reported? Humiliated?

Fuck.

Arguably, just having you humiliate him like this is enough. Drives him crazy, really. Whether it be from arousal or guilt, or both. 

And for the first time since you started working here, you see him for what he truly is. A strong man to an extent, but he’s crumbling under his own mistake and it makes you wonder just how far he would’ve taken it had you not found out. 

“And what if I didn’t realize who I was fucking myself for?” You glare. “Would you have asked for more? Avoided me here even more? Would you have declined my application for the assistant position because you can’t come to terms with the fact that you’re a fucking pervert?!”

Sunghoon raises his hands in defense. 

“Please–” His voice sounds panicked. “Please, keep your voice down.”

“Answer the question, then. Just fucking own it at this point.” You throw your arms up now, letting them fall back down in a slap to your thighs. “Would you have made my work-life miserable just so you could watch me get off to you? Knowing the whole time? Would you have kept on with that boss slash employee shit just so it felt more real for you?” 

Staring forward at him, you watch him accept that everything you’re saying is likely exactly what would have happened. Maybe he really will try to own it. Which would be… a good thing if you decide to let your own resolve falter.

So fucking secretive, huh? An actual, real life degenerate? And it’s Sunghoon of all people? 

“Maybe…” Sunghoon trails off, making himself seem much smaller than he usually is on a day-to-day basis. “I mean, No–I,”

Oh, he’s actually stuttering.

“And you want me to tell on you? You want me to fuck your life up?” You raise a brow. “As if I didn’t pay you to do it?”

In all honesty, aside from the anxiety and awkwardness, and despite never once thinking of Sunghoon too sexually, things have changed. Drastically. Especially after being confronted with this situation and he’s not intimidating you or using his power to control you. No, he’s giving you the power and quite frankly, you don’t know what to do with it. 

Are you basking in it? Absolutely. Is it nice to see him cower in front of you? In that big plush chair that costs more than your monthly income? Hell yeah.

But goddamn, had he approached you before all of this and asked for a date, or showed interest, you would have gladly partaken in a secret romance with him. He’s intelligent, attractive, clean, and has money. It’s not like you ever expected the guy to go home and fuck himself on camera. 

You never thought he was the type to be so lonely either. Or so desperate, judging by how he acted during those two sessions. Arguably, you always wondered why there was never a ring on those pristine fingers. 

And while you were definitely the victim in this situation, you feel more embarrassed than you do violated. Many nights you thought of how he spoke, how he said how badly he wanted you. It’s embarrassing because you’re starting to love the idea of who those words really came from. The Park Sunghoon, so untouchable in the business world. So untouchable by women and men solely because he appears to be too expensive, too pristine.

But you…

You’ve seen him dirty. 

Part of you wishes you didn’t pay to be humiliated like this. The rest of you wishes you didn’t fucking like it as much as you do.

“It’s only fair.” Sunghoon explains with a short breath. “I feel awful for what I’ve done, and I should have told you the moment I recognized her as, well–” He pauses with a pained face, as if he hates hearing himself say it. “You.”

“Then, why didn’t you?” You raise your brow again, nearly forgetting you’re at work, solely focused on the conversation at hand and feeling relieved at the way it’s going.

Sunghoon shifts in discomfort, looking away from you.

“Do you want honesty?” He asks in a quiet voice, leaning forward on his desk but refusing eye contact. He keeps his gaze lowered the entire time, his voice small and shaky. 

There’s still people in the office, though his door is closed and it’s unlikely he can be heard.

You nod to him with an even smaller “Go on then.”

“I tried to convince myself that it wasn’t you.” He says, shifting his hands and picking at his cuticles. 

Man, he really knows how to act sorry, doesn’t he?

“I avoided you after that first call, solely because I think I wanted her to be you. Which is…incredibly inappropriate.” 

He looks up at you now, searching for a reaction and only seeing you nod at him. His eyes shift right back down as he continues. 

“My avoiding you led you to– um– more services.” He explains quieter, admitting in full the situation he’s allowed to take place, seeming more and more insecure with his words than he ever has before. “I can admit that I have fantasies and needs.” 

Silence. 

“After that first call, I couldn’t help but be entirely attracted to you. The idea of–”

You suddenly find yourself thinking back to all of those things he said to you again, parading as if he wasn’t your boss, telling you what he'd do if he were. He seems to have accidentally found a sexual interest in the dynamic…and he fucking dragged you into it with him. 

“Mr. Par– Sunghoon.” You cut him off, actually feeling a bit of pity now at his admittance. 

His words make you feel like maybe he’s not entirely just a pervert who was intending to make you get off to him from the start. If anything, he probably felt uncomfortable at first knowing who was on the other end of the call. It’s the fact that his real life job was at risk if you found out, and still he indulged despite that. He accepted that second call, he asked for more, he acted like he really does want you.

 To the extent that losing his job was in the front of his mind and he still did it. He ignored the danger of it and prioritized getting off…with you. You find yourself wondering if this would have happened to any other employee under him if they happened to stumble across his stream too. 

Part of you wants to pretend he wouldn’t, because the idea that all of this is happening solely because it was you? It hits a little too hard, a little too deep. 

“Okay, okay. Stop,” You say, keeping your eyes on him and willing him to look up at you. “You don’t have to keep explaining, I get it.”

“No.” He does meet your eye this time, stopping your brain of all thoughts at how differently you see him now versus all the times before. “I do.” 

He’s so honest. Probably too honest for his own good. Maybe that’s why he’s so good at his job, maybe that’s why everyone loves him. Maybe a bit of lying would help him in this situation if it were anyone else, but for you? 

You kind of enjoy the way he’s telling the truth. Admitting that he was desperate, apologizing for wanting you even if just for a brief moment.

“I asked you to turn on your camera for selfish reasons. I asked you to say my name, then I made the mistake of exposing myself because I–” He hesitates, closing his eyes and breathing in deeply through his nose. “I struggled to pretend it wasn’t me, and that she wasn’t you. I very well knew what I was doing, and at the time, I wished that you did too.”

More silence as you stare at him, stunned, slightly in awe. 

“But I knew you wouldn’t have reciprocated. What I’ve done is criminal, and I am encouraging you to report me for it if that’s what you deem necessary.” 

“And if I don’t?” You don’t leave any more room for silence now, feeling desired and validated. 

You can’t pretend that you’re mad, though you were previously. You simply can’t pretend that, now at least, you wouldn’t reciprocate. If anything, you’re more interested now than you think you ever would have been before. 

“We can forget any of this ever happened. I’ll stop streaming and accepting private calls, and we can hopefully move forward without any ill-feelings of one another.” He blinks at you, near pleading with his eyes. “I’ll push your application through– That is, if you still want the position.” 

Sunghoon does wince at the bribe, considering he’s never done such a thing let alone commit acts of sexual harassment, or perhaps even non consensual foreplay with someone. It really really wasn’t entirely intentional, and he’s disgusted with himself. If you report him, he’d take the hit to his reputation and career, but if you don’t…what then?

Ill-feelings, he says? If anything, you might feel more ill parading around like you wouldn’t want him to do all of those things he said previously, with free-will to say as he pleased without the fear of you knowing who the words were coming from. 

“Can you please stop with the professional talk?” You hum out with an exhausted eye roll.  “I don’t want the promotion if you’re just offering it so I don’t rat you out.” You narrow your eyes now and lean yourself forward. “You hope to forget this ever happened? Really?” 

Carefully, the two of you watch each other for a while longer. Sunghoon looking like he’s about to catch himself on fire, and you, looking annoyed and amused. Still, the thick air in the room starts to feel suffocating under the pressure of the “issue” at hand as you scold him further. 

“What you did was predatory. But– I don’t want to ruin your life over this.” 

You watch as Sunghoon listens, his posture opening up a bit more as you speak, showing that he’s being relieved of his stress through your words alone. 

“Are you trying to hold a promotion over my head over this?”

Before he gets the chance to curl in on himself again, you answer for him. 

“Maybe.” 

You continue too, not letting him speak for the time being. Or, rather, giving him a chance to breathe. 

“Should you change your username and continue doing what you want behind closed doors because it’s no one else’s business?” You really watch him this time. “Yes.” 

He blinks at you, raising a brow in slight confusion. 

“Did you take advantage of me?”

He nods before you whisper out another “yes” yourself. 

“Would I let you do it again…?”

Oh, for Sunghoon, it’s hard to breathe right now as he anticipates what you’ll say. Is it going to be a ‘no’ this time? Are you going to stand up and change your mind? Despite just stating you don’t want to ruin his life?

God, hasn’t he already let you?

“Yes.”

Pause. 

“I’m sorry?” Sunghoon responds in disbelief, shifting his eyes to his hands and then back to you. “Come again?”

“Sunghoon.” You make it a point to call him by his name now, ignoring the etiquette of a proper boss and employee dynamic. “I am humiliated by all of this but I can see that you are too. You’ve admitted your guilt and even go as far as encouraging that I report you.” You pause again, knowing that this isn’t where the conversation should be going for any, uh, normal person, you suppose. 

“If you had just told me. If you had said anything about wanting to, like, fuck me, I would have done it with or without the promotion on the line.”

Does that make you sound a little desperate? Yeah. But it’s not like he doesn’t know how badly you need to be fucked. After all, you know, the cam sessions and stuff. You were literally paying a stranger to get you off. 

Shouldn’t he, of all people, know that you were bad-off enough to get laid?

Sunghoon’s issue though, is that he never looks at his employees sexually. No matter how pretty, no matter how much they flaunt themselves at him. He never has, and probably never will again. If it hadn’t been for that single first session with you, all would be well. But now? He’s too attracted to you. 

He wants you so badly.

“If you tell me right now that you want me, in the same way you did on that call–” You stop yourself to really look at him. With the way he swallows, the way his lips slightly part, the way his hands show signs of eleven days worth of nervous habit cuticle picking. “If you do all of those things you said you’d do ‘if you were my boss’...”

“Wait, wait–” Sunghoon stands in a rush, causing you to jump slightly at the sudden sound echoing off of the walls in the office. “Do you understand the consequences of what you’re implying right now?”

“If I fuck my boss, we could both be fired?” You smile, feeling the confidence raise within you. Watching the way he reacts to your lewd words face to face rather than through a microphone. 

“That would be…correct.” He raises a brow. 

“Well, technically, you’ve already been fucking me.” You look away from him, feeling a bit shy even with the confidence, but never having spoken to a man so bluntly before like this? It’s a bit scary. “Would it really make anything worse if, you know, I do reciprocate?”

Goddamn. Sunghoon might be a bit smitten. This situation could have gone a thousand different ways, and you offer the one that includes your legs spread across this fucking desk and his face buried between them?

Oh. Never has he been so willingly turned on at work. 

“Is this what you want?” He asks in a breath, shifting his eyes to the door and walking towards it, immediately reaching for the lock but not quite turning it. 

“Is that what you want?” You counter, turning and staring at the lock. 

Sunghoon hides his nod, wanting you to be the one to answer first. After all, hasn’t he been self-indulgent enough?

“Do you want me to fuck you?” He finally breaks and says it, blatantly, not sugar coated, yet still sweet when the words hit your ears. “After all this, you still want it?” 

You nod, dipping your head a bit against your shoulder. 

Click. 

“I guess I should have known.” Sunghoon plays with his words now, hand dropping from the now locked door and eyes entirely on you. “Do you want me to fuck you, or would you prefer–”

“You.” You smile, feeling your skin prickle at the electricity that enters the room through breath and words alone. It’s the way he already shifted. Like all of that anxiety melted out of him within an instant. 

“No, no.” He stalks towards you now, the nervous Sunghoon is no longer in sight as he makes himself seem bigger, taller, far more intimidating. Just like he was on camera. “The me you saw on screen is not the same as what you’re seeing right now.” He tries to explain. 

“Oh?” You tilt your head, and he only finds that cute. 

Far too cute. 

“You’d do as I ask, right?” His voice shifts to a raspy whisper as he centers himself in front of you, both hands reaching the arms of your chair as he hovers above you. “I’m far more tame online.” 

Tame?! That’s what he calls tame?! 

You stare up at him, keeping your jaw from falling slack as you physically see him shift from being your boss into being a man with a need. Not just any need either. A need for you.

Part of you wonders if he ever truly felt bad in the first place about all of this, because the shift from just moments ago is so dramatic it’s almost scary. 

“So, tell me.” He leans down, inches from your face as his eyes start to fall to a half-lidded stare at you. “You’ll do as I say? You’d let me do it all for you, and not ask me to stop until I feel it best, yes?”

You swallow and slowly nod. Oh god, it really, really, is him. 

“And while at work, you’ll behave?” He continues, lips now ghosting over yours to the point you can almost feel them press down. He’s implying that if you don’t tell, that this won’t be the only time too? Shit. He’s entirely aware of why this shouldn’t be happening, but still making it happen.

 “No matter what I do to you, where or how I do it, you’ll behave?”

You can’t help it when you lift your chin, just a bit to rest your lips against his words, eyes falling closed and hands hesitant to reach out for his perfectly ironed shirt. 

You feel his smile against your lips, with that sharp-toothed grin he rarely offers. 

“Ah, so it’s true.” He murmurs against you, his hand reaching for yours and guiding it for you, straight to his belt. “Dirty, dirty girl.”

A small, pleased, sound leaves your throat when he does kiss you, adding his own pleased hum alongside yours as his hands still hold yours in place over his belt, not quite letting you do anything just yet.

”Gonna be quiet–” He whispers into your mouth, just against your tongue before licking out and against it. “Even when I tell you to moan my name?”

You really shouldn’t be surprised, but you still are. You like this Sunghoon better than the one who stutters and picks his cuticles. He’s owning it, and in a way, so are you. 

 After all, it wasn’t until today that you truly learned what Sunghoon is like when he’s aroused. Not that you ever should have known in the first place. The fact that you do know, the fact that he’s showing you? It just makes this all the more arousing, in your opinion.

All he needed was a green light and within seconds it seems, Sunghoon became the need you’ve been chasing for months now through porn sites and erotic novels. 

You nod to his words, trying to drop your hand just a bit to feel what you’ve already seen. Just to feel how warm he is, how—

“Is that so?” Sunghoon whispers in an amused tone, guiding your hand right back to his belt, only to drop his other hand straight between your legs. “You’re supposed to do as I say. If I tell you to moan my name, you do it.”

Oh, the sexual confusion of what to do and which Sunghoon to obey. All you can do is continue to nod for him, hanging your head with a breath at the way he cups his hand over the entirety of your core. You wore pants today in order to hide your shame, to try and feel invisible based on previous circumstances. You’re not so happy about that now, as you try to feel his touch through the thick fabric only to shamelessly thrust your hips up and against his palm.

He moves his lips to the top of your head now, hovering over you in a perfect stance of power, hand gently rubbing up and and down despite your hips asking for a harsher touch. If anything, it makes him feel better knowing how you react to this. 

In actuality, his relief is sending his arousal through the roof. Not only are you not going to rat him out but…you want more of it? More of him, in particular? Not the facade of him online? 

At this point, if he gets caught, you’re both going down in flames. So, why not enjoy the ride?

Truly, it’s laughable in the way he’s just as amused as he is turned on, relishing in the fact that he wants you and you’re letting him have you despite his past actions. You’re messy too, he’s seen it, and now he gets to feel it. 

“Mhm,” Sunghoon hums against the top of your head, now pressing his own hips forward against your hand. “Feel that?”

The electricity? How hard he is? How needy you are?

”Yeah…” You sigh absentmindedly, bumping his chin with your head when you try to look up at him. You only blink twice before he coos out with a sad little sound. 

He doesn’t say a word after as he removes his hand and instead, grabs both of your hands and places them on his shirt. 

“Go on.” He smiles, waiting to see you to start fumbling against his buttons. 

And fumble, you do. Touching him, for some reason, feels so dangerous. Knowing you’re the one removing his shirt, watching his skin be revealed as it begins to fall open by your own doing? It’s electrifying. Enough to lose your train of thought as you study how toned and smooth his skin is. Just like how you had seen on camera, so clear in front of you now. You’re aching for him by this point, being able to feel his body heat, touch him, feel his eyes on you. 

If you had really known back then who it was you were talking to, you very well may have pretended to not know as well, judging by the way your entire body catches fire for him. 

And as his shirt falls completely open, he’s satisfied with the way you do it. Complacent and docile beneath him, nervous fingers shaking much like he did for the past eleven days. With those pretty eyes looking at him, like there’s nothing in your head at all. 

He chuckles at you, grabbing your hands again and placing them right on his chest, helping your hesitant touch to massage and caress each bump and toned muscle. He intentionally flexes the further down your hands go, all the way back to his belt. 

There, he looks down at where you touch, then back at you with a quirked brow. You stare  up at him, blinking, face feeling hot, and it’s like you move your hands on instinct. The sound of his buckle being unclasped echoes in the room, and his eyes only darken with the sound.

The sound of it slipping from the loops when he takes it upon himself to remove it completely for you, the sound of his breathing, the sound of that zipper, the button, the shuffling of his pants being skewed down just enough to fit your hand inside.

He moans at the image alone, loving the way your smaller hand looks slipping down his pants, the way your breathing is somehow even as if you’re trying to keep yourself calm. So calm, so pretty, but he knows how needy you are. He shouldn’t, but he does, and he uses it to his advantage. 

You’re the one who moans this time upon feeling that little twitch of his cock urging you to grab. And he helps you too, with the way he guides your hand under the front of his pants further, forcing your fingers to grab and grope the thick of his cock, uncomfortable and pressing between his briefs and undone zipper. 

“Still, you’re just looking.” Sunghoon comments, pressing his hips forward slowly and gently. “I’m right here.” He continues to explain the situation to you, as if you’re not experiencing it. “You need me to show you how to touch me too?”

You hesitate with a groan caught in your throat. You’re still processing the size difference that you feel now versus what you saw. Bigger. Thicker. Heavier than you would have expected against your palm. Honestly, you were so focused on the fact that Sunghoon’s cock is currently fucking forward against you that you almost forgot how to jerk a man off by yourself. 

His hand had been doing all the work for you, and you’re quick to take over. 

Sunghoon lends a very small gasp at the way you try to grasp, and instantly both of his arms shoot to the chair behind your head. He grips it, dropping his chin to the top of your head before thrusting a bit harsher into the grip you try to hold on him. 

“Harder.” He exhales, his cock twitching in your weak hold. “Grab me harder.”

You do, squeezing the bulge before intentionally adjusting it for him, allowing the head of his bulbous cock to peek from the top of his briefs. 

His relieved sigh is enough, you can’t help it. With his chin sat atop your head like this, you have no choice but to watch the way he moves his hips. Just like he did on camera. His abs flex with each movement, his arms grip behind you on the chair tighter, and you couldn’t pull your eyes away from his desperate body even if you wanted to. 

You thrust up too, as if your body craves what you’re already touching. And you do crave it, so much so that your clit aches against the denim you’re rubbing up against. Unfortunate that you wore these fucking jeans, honestly.

“Mr. Park–” You let out a small and frustrated cry, using your other hand to try and fail at unbuttoning your own pants. 

He hides his smile at the way you’ve reverted back to his professional title, but pays no mind to it because that’s what he wanted to hear in your voice that night. A desperate sound of his name, a plea, a cry. He can’t help but cling to it and bury that pretty voice into the darkest parts of his brain. A memory he’ll revisit time and time again after this. That sound, those pretty lips, this weak grasp you have. For the time being, it’s his. You belong to him right now. 

“Hm?” He hums out, fucking his hips forward while tilting his head back to look at you. “What is it, baby?”

Oh. You lost your train of thought. 

Thankfully, he seems to do the thinking for you as he shifts his eyes down and watches you try to both please him and remove your own pants. A cute sight to him, really. Someone who was just scolding him for wanting this, fumbling for more? 

So cute. 

He chuckles, pulling his hips back from your hand and grabbing it, unbothered by the loss of your touch. Instantly he intertwines his fingers with yours, and grasps your other hand from your pants to do the same. Both your arms raise by his guidance to the back of the chair before he releases them. 

You watch with a slack jaw and half-lidded eyes as he lowers himself, right onto his knees before he unbuttons your pants for you and very politely pulls them from your legs. 

“This what you want?” He smiles, lying his cheek right against your exposed thigh and taking a deep inhale. It’s taking everything in him not to fawn over the woman who had him in his thoughts for the past however long, truly. 

Then again, he’s weak. He doesn’t even look up at you through his words and, instead, nuzzles his nose right up and against the seat of your panties before inhaling with a pleasant hum. “To have me finally touching this pretty pussy for you?” 

God damn, if you didn’t already know it was him on that camera, you do now. He speaks the same type of words, with the same confidence, the same sultry tone…

You can barely comprehend the way he slowly takes his own pants off because you’re too focused on the way he runs his lips across your skin with dirty thoughts spilling from them. Fingers tucked under either side of your panties in preparation before he eventually pulls them off of you. 

“Did you wear those pants to hide yourself from me?” He comments now with an amused tone. “Knowing you wanted me to take them off of you anyway?”

You shake your head at him, holding your breath. You did wear them to hide, but you never would have expected this situation to go in a direction involving his mouth anywhere near where you need it. Sure, you assumed he would have rejected you, you assumed that if it was him– he’d have been so disgusted with himself that he’d only gag at your presence. 

But no. You were bold in your words, and he seems to feed into that. 

“No?” He furrows his brows and lifts his head. Now lowering your panties much like he did for your pants. He’s quick with his next action, seemingly hiding his own desperation through playful comments at you. “Why not?” He adds, instantly pressing his thumb against your clit and fucking shining his eyes up at you with a semi-pouted mouth. 

You roll your eyes back at the sudden pressure, relaxing your shoulders and slouching down in the chair. Your legs spread further on instinct, granting him a full view of your sticky cunt parting open for him.

His eyes glance down, peering into the heat you offered once before ever knowing it was him looking. Clicking his tongue, he can’t help but bite his lower lip to hold himself back. He hopes you don’t notice the way his hand finds its way to his own cock, he really, really hopes you don’t see him act so pathetic over this. 

But you do. The moment your eyes roll back into place and get a look at him. One of his shoulders is moving, but the action is hidden by not only the chair, but his fucking face. He’s got his lips parted and he’s licking his lower lip. Slicking it up with his own saliva before–

“So quiet,” He hums with glistening lips, lending himself a light hold with his cock and pretending it’s you doing it for him. “You have nothing to say for yourself?” He adds now, inhaling once more the scent of your slick dripping for him as he leans in just a bit more.

“Oh–!” You yelp slightly at the feeling of his teeth digging into the flesh just to the side of your core. He bites down harder and harder, licking the flesh between his teeth before sucking hard against it. The sweat and scent of your full-day at work does nothing to calm his raging cock. He loves it and it only grows his appetite for you. Licking, sucking, nibbling at the skin until he’s sure he’ll leave a nice, painful swell to rub against your panties later. Only then does he release your skin from his still-tasting mouth. 

The relief when he releases your thigh is short lived because he offers not even a full two seconds before you feel his mouth circle your clit. Like he can’t help himself, like he can’t tease you right now even if he wanted to. 

 A flick of his tongue sends a shiver down your spine straight to your toes and you can’t stop your legs from immediately wrapping around his head. You hear his muffled “mmf” when you do that, but he keeps you from apologizing for it because his free hand goes straight under your ass and scoots you even closer to his tongue. 

And if you didn’t already think Sunghoon knew how to use that mouth for more than just being a professional business man, you do now. With the way that same tongue that used to taste the morning coffee you’d bring him now tastes you. Deeply. 

He licks, flicks, and sucks every fold. Slurping up any dripping heat that slips out of you before pressing his tongue in and nuzzling his nose against your clit. He’s not quiet about it either. He moans with each lick, hums every time your legs squeeze around his neck, slurps and loudly sucks. 

It’s pornographic, it’s sexy, it’s–

Suddenly, you feel a sharp jolt shoot through you, having not even noticed his hand moving from your ass to your front, moving straight up under your shirt. His fingers immediately find your nipple and pinches hard. So hard that your previous moan only becomes prolonged. Grows louder, breathier. 

He pinches and massages your nipple with the intent to keep you loud for him. Office setting or not, he could give less of a shit about that right now. He ignores the strain on his wrist from your bra, he uses his other hand to grip himself harder, and you can’t help but squeeze him tighter between your thighs until you’re, quite literally, shaking.

Your hips are sliding against his face with each jolt of pleasure, practically riding him, and his cock is now entirely neglected because you can’t help but want more. You need more. And he gives it, by now releasing himself and keeping both hands on you. One holding the outside of your thigh, almost pushing you to squeeze tighter, the other incessantly abusing your nipple. 

He chokes out a moan through his messy movements, never quite knowing where to put his hands solely because he wants to touch all of you. His cock is just fine being neglected, he thinks, as he realizes just how much pleasure he gets from feeling you wrap yourself around him like this. 

It feels better than jerking himself off. 

“Mr. P–” You sigh out, still not quite used to actually calling him his name, but the sound of it reminds you time and time again how wrong this situation is supposed to be. 

You’re sitting on this soft chair, pussy being spread apart by a tongue none other than the man who signs your paychecks. And just this morning you were terrified of him ever even getting a glimpse of you without pants on? God, how stupid could you be? You should’ve been chasing this man’s touch since the day you looked at him for the first time. 

“Fuck–” You moan out for him, brain spitting thoughts at you as each second passes. The danger of this, the fact that he genuinely got off to you before you knew it was him. The secrecy of his perverted thoughts and actions…it’s all so… “So, you’re so – hot.”

You feel him laugh, kissing the pulsing hole of your pussy when he pulls his tongue back to swallow. And for just a few moments, he turns his head, gripping your thigh with his teeth once again before speaking back to you, muffled by the hot skin. 

“Yeah?” He laughs, now pulling his hand from your bra and lifting to your chin, pointing your gaze down at him, forcing you to see the way your thighs nearly suffocate him against your pussy. “Then keep your eyes on me.”

And you do, especially when he uses both of his hands now, nudging them between your legs and forcing them from his shoulders. He rests your legs on the arms of the chair instead and flicks his eyes up at you. 

“You watching?” He makes this a point, blowing a small breath of air straight at your clit before receiving a dazed and slow nod from you. “Keep your legs open too.”

That’s the last thing he says before his mouth is full again, sucking your folds between his teeth before tucking his tongue right back into your hole. He tastes for just a few moments before you feel those same lips on your clit. He lets it throb in his open mouth as he listens carefully to your little sounds, especially now that he’s sliding his fingers into you. 

You gasp, holding your breath at the feeling. His fingers slide in, reaching deep before he scissors them open. And all you feel from it is pleasure. You can’t help that your eyes roll back again, but you do try to keep your gaze fixed on his. With his eyes so rounded, blinking up at you with his strong jaw moving with each swallow of his own muffled moans. 

He sucks your clit, fucks your cunt open, and relishes in the way he will soon get to splay you across his desk and really let you have it. 

And he does this for a few minutes, though in your head it goes by so fast that you nearly get whiplash from the way he pulls back with a wet sound and grins at you.

“Aw, baby–” He coos at the face you make, seemingly disappointed to lose all stimulation at once, but he’s quick to lift to his feet and lean back over you. 

Oh, his cock. It’s right there. 

Oh.

His face– 

“You’re so fucking wet right now.” He murmurs against the corner of your mouth with a raspy whisper, easily and without warning slipping two of his fingers right back into the heat that he just denied himself of licking more. “You hear that?” He continues with a sharp toothed bite to your lip. “How wet you are?”

You groan at the way he slams his fingers in, out, in, out, in…He keeps them there, pressed so far into you that you can physically feel the way your pussy tries to push him out again.

“Could slip it in right now–” He moans out at how tight you clench just his fingers. “Fuck, could be so deep in you.”

Your face feels hot as a bashful feeling overtakes you. His voice hits so much harder when you feel his breath along with it. His fingers, his cock right up against you. You want him to slip it in. To stuff his cock in you so fast, no room to adjust, not a second to even catch your breath. 

God, you need it right now. It’s been too long since you’ve felt a real person touch you, you can’t help that you feel so desperate. The clench isn’t on purpose, your body tells him all he needs to know, all while he tells you all you could only wish to hear fall from someone’s lips.

And not just anyone. His lips. 

You shoot your arms around his neck and it's not really intentional but– an actual kiss. You need it. 

He seems pleased by it though, with the way his tongue immediately asks for more. One hand moves to brace your cheek, the other still fucking into you so good that you can’t keep a single moan down. He takes full control of the initiated kiss solely because you kissed him first. Almost hungrily, he licks into your mouth with his own muffled groan, encouraging you to keep being pretty like this. Just so you can see what he’ll do to you. 

And, damn. He guides your body like a puppet, stiffening his shoulders when he licks into your mouth and threatening to pull away by raising  himself up just a bit. He knew you’d chase the kiss, and you do. You lift with him, your ass lifting from the chair just to keep his tongue against yours, and he takes the elevated position and angles his hand just a bit. There, his fingers fuck into you harder, faster, so much fucking deeper until– you feel his fingers stop at a painfully deep spot inside of you. 

He pulls back from the kiss, looking down between your bodies, and your eyes follow his gaze. Right there, he’s placed his knee up against his own wrist, forcing his fingers to remain deep and unmoving in you. 

You take in a sharp inhale, seeing the way he lets your body fall back to the seat of the chair, only forcing him to skew his fingers and– “Oh, god!”

You moan out so suddenly that it even shocks him for a moment, but he takes your weakness and uses it to his advantage. Quickly, he licks into your moaning mouth, tickling his fingers upwards, pulling even more animalistic sounds from you. 

“Yeah?” He whispers frantically, so turned on by the way your entire body stiffens. “Right there?” He continues, leaning his full body weight forward with his knee, wincing at the way he presses his cock against anything he can find in the process, just to get you off right here, right now. 

You nod just as frantically, toes curling, arms shooting to the chair in a form that should appear as discomfort, but really you’re just bracing yourself through the tensing of your muscles before all of them relax and pulse at once. 

Your ears pop, but you can still hear your desperate cries of his name somewhere distant. You can even hear him, humming and encouraging your orgasm. You wish you could hold your eyes open to see him, to grab him and force him to fuck his fingers hard into you. God, you could take it right now. You could take just about anything to heighten this feeling of stars bursting behind your eyelids. 

Somehow though, it’s like he knows. Half-way through your orgasm, you feel the weight between your legs shift and his fingers start moving again. Still, your eyes are squeezed shut, and you can't help but to lunge forward and hug against his neck, clinging to him through the prolonged orgasm that his fingers alone have brought to you. 

“Squeezing me so tight–” Sunghoon groans, unsure of if he’s referring to the way your needy cunt crowds his fingers, or the way you cling to him like a lost pet, begging for him to never leave your sight. “Fuck, you’re so pretty like this.”

You hear those words over any of his others. So clear in your head as you snap your head up and look at him. You see him lower his gaze, but your grip doesn’t quite allow him to actually look down at you. Not when he has to physically hold you up anyway. Still, he looks amused up there, knowing that single compliment must’ve hit somewhere inside of you.

You’re not sure why, through all this, Sunghoon calling you pretty makes it so much more intimate. And even as your legs continue to shake, and you release your death grip hug on him, he keeps himself crowded up to you. He’s somehow out of breath just like you are, relishing in the calm silence of your post orgasm as he…Jesus.

It’s not just your imagination. Somehow, it is intimate. It’s the way he pulls his fingers out and both hands shoot to your face. First, he kisses you as if you’re a long lost love. Deeply, slowly. Then, he’s putting one hand at the small of your back, nudging his knee right back between your legs, and pulling you right up against him. 

“Who did you cum for?” Sunghoon asks, pulling back just to lick against your lips and stare directly down at you. “Say my name.”

You don’t hesitate, echoing out with a winced expression, still so out of breath while rubbing your clit to the expanse of his thigh. 

“Su-Sunghoo-Sunghoon-” 

“Yeah?” He encourages you, hearing his name heat his ears up. He moves his pussy-slicked fingers to your mouth while you cry his name, and easily presses your tongue down with them, sliding the digits further and further down your throat. “Sunghoon.” He says his own name. “Say it again.”

You gag around his fingers, unable to obey his demand. 

“Sung–” He inspects the way your tongue struggles against the intrusion in your mouth. “Hoon.” 

You swallow around them now, sputtering, tears now running down the outer apples of your cheeks. He watches you do it too, wondering how good that would feel if it were his cock you’re swallowing around. Knowing you’d probably do it for him if he wanted to right now. 

But…he needs more than that. Despite how delicious you look while gagging, his cock has been neglected and he needs to fuck out the stress from the past however long you’ve been avoiding him. It’s like his brain breaks with the action as he watches you take his fingers in whatever way he offers. You let him do whatever he wants. You’re obeying. 

“Up.” He suddenly says, pulling all physical contact with you away as he turns, steps out of the pants restricting his ankles, and swipes every pen, file, and picture frame off his desk. “Come here, baby.”

You feel like you’re melted to this chair right now, in all honesty. You’re still trying to catch your breath just from touching his cock before he decided to make you see fucking stars, to think you can stand right now is insane.

So, when you don’t immediately hop up and throw yourself onto his desk, he turns to look at you. 

You’re splayed out, legs still spread, toes still curled. Your chest is heaving to breathe, eyes wild and lips so fucking kissable. 

“Oh, fuck.” He sighs to himself in realization, relishing in the image of you he’s only recently been craving. “Look at you.”

You lift your arm to hide your face, feeling apologetic for the way you’ve lost the ability to exist as an active participant right now. Even more apologetic when you glance down at how fucking hard his cock is. Raging hard, so pretty with the tip sputtering precum for god knows how long. 

He watches you stare, and lends you a few moments to catch your breath by gripping it himself. Leaning himself against his desk and twisting his wrist with a tight grip at the base. 

“Is this how you looked at me when I did this before?” He asks, flicking his wrist still with each drag. “So out of it, you look like such a mess, babe.”

You find yourself humming a confirmation to him as you watch, almost reverting back to who you were during that first session. Unseen, only heard, all while you got to see him pleasure himself to almost nothing. You gave him nothing. 

You’ve still only given him nothing. 

And so, very slowly, you force yourself to stand on shaking legs to take those two strides to his desk. Something inside of you tingles when he drops his cock and opens his arms for you, like a good boss would do in this situation. Supporting your unbalanced weight, letting you walk into his comforting grasp. 

“Said my name so pretty, you know.” He comments gently when he holds you close to him. Hands reaching down from the grip around your waist just to grab both of your fleshy ass checks and squeeze them. “You want more, yes?”

He’s quick to the point, only allowing the short and sweet moments to last just enough for them to stick in your head. Just enough to have questions about his actions. Just enough to give him anything, everything, he could want if it involves your body.

You nod almost shyly, dipping your head down and leaning against his chest. 

“Let's get this off of you then.” He smiles with a gentle voice, reaching to the hem of your shirt and pulling it straight up, watching how you lift your arms to help him. “Mhm–” He hums again, loving how the bra drags off of you along with the shirt. He lets both of his hands brush your nipples before he goes back to gripping your ass cheeks and spreading them. 

Spreading them so wide that, once again, you have to lift on your toes just to let him play with your body. Which, oh man. Always wearing his button down shirts, his blazers, his long-sleeve shirts. You can’t help it when you tug at the opened fabric of his shirt, asking silently that he shake it off. Wanting to see his arms, wanting to see the strength in them.

And he does it without hesitation, letting his hands fall from you just for a moment to shake his shirt off, only now hugging against you again and forcing a position change. He turns both of you so now you’re up against his desk, and he’s standing in front of you.

It’s easy for him to push you back in a kiss. Your legs open for him on instinct anyway, so he need not worry about prying those legs open again. You do just as expected when he pushes you too. Your ass hits the desk and you lift on your toes to sit on it. Your legs spread wider, making room for him to step even closer, cock right up against you when he closes any amount of distance, and still? He’s kissing you. 

All across your face, down your neck, back to your lips. And his hands just keep feeling. Massaging your tits, lending small taps to your ass, holding your chin, jaw, neck, and then…he runs them through your hair. 

The feeling is so good you almost forget how you’ve been trying to steal a glimpse of his flexing arms as he grabs at you. Goosebumps prickle and you let out a groan at the pleasure of it. He keeps one hand there now, smiling against his kiss to your ear. 

“You like being pampered?” He asks, now gripping a fist full of your hair and skewing your neck to the side. “Like being moved around like a puppet?”

Never once have you thought about your sex life that way, but when you think about it…maybe. After all, you did enjoy being told when and how to touch yourself, being allowed or forbidden from cumming. Now, with him quite literally moving you around with just a simple grip of your hair? Yeah. 

“By you–” You mutter out as you open your eyes, staring at the ceiling and feeling his tongue lap against your earlobe. 

“Just me?” He leans back, using that same grip in your hair to force you to look at him. “You’d give me that power?”

You nod against the grasp, lips falling open in a moan despite not being pleasured by anything aside from the stinging against your scalp as he pulls little hairs a bit too tightly. 

“You know–” Sunghoon starts now, pressing his hips forward, dropping his other hand to his cock and slapping it right against your weeping cunt. “If I had known you were this dirty...”He sighs out at the image in his head, thinking back to all those times he silently complimented you in his head. Back then, never would he have made comments about your legs out loud, or how your tits would look in certain shirts. Thinking back now, he’s always found you quite beautiful.

Quite fuckable, even. 

You listen to the silence waiting for him to continue, feeling the way he presses the hardened head of his length against your clit repeatedly. 

“I would have propped you up on this desk months ago,” He smiles now, leaning in real close to your ear as his grip in your hair loosens just a bit. “Could’ve had you moaning my name this whole time.”

Then, you feel it. The way he adjusts his weeping cock lower, prodding at your hole just a bit until his tip is entirely enveloped by your clenching walls. 

You swallow a moan and hold your breath, legs shooting around his waist and instinctively trying to force his hips to move forward, trying to force him to penetrate you deeper.

“Shh,” He coos out, holding his hips firm and not letting you control his movements. Then, he kisses just under your ear before peppering them all the way back to your lips. He doesn’t kiss you though, no, he chuckles at you for trying. Watching you let your tongue fall from your mouth, inspecting the way you’re entirely in tune for him right now. “You really want it, don’t you?” He whispers just above your lips. “Want me to fuck you right here, right now?”

You nod absentmindedly, legs still trying to force him to move, arms clinging under his biceps, head still forced into whatever position he keeps it in by the hair. 

“Please–Sunghoon.” You cry in a small voice, feeling as if you’re going insane by the feeling of his tip sitting comfortably in you. 

“You’re so cute.” He smiles, lending you another inch of his length before letting his hand fall from your hair. There, he grips your waist instead, letting a strained grunt fall from his own lips this time. He’s really trying to remain collected about this, and he’s unsure himself why he’s enjoying the act of teasing you like this. He feels like he’s teasing himself more than you right now, seeing as how it’s taking everything in him not to stuff his cock into you hard and fast. “So–so, fucking cute.”

You clench around the few inches in you and it appears that’s all he needed to break entirely. Is he controlling you, or are you controlling him? 

Honestly, who gives a fuck?

You feel his arms shake when he plants them at either side of you, pointing his cock straight into you and sliding in fully. There’s a groan from him that you want to hear so badly, but your own heart beat is thumping in your ears so loudly that you miss half of it. 

The stretch is delicious, and the fact that it’s Sunghoon doing this to you makes this all the more enjoyable. The man who you’ve seen day after day, now holding himself up on the desk you’ve signed papers on with and for him? All so he can angle his hips and shove his cock in? Just to let his arms frantically wrap around your waist? Just so he can scoot you forward on this desk, using your leaking slick to slide you back and forth in time with his hips? 

That groan you wanted to hear? He hasn’t stopped. He’s essentially, controlling the entire situation and when you half open your eyes to witness his face, you’re forced to roll your eyes back in a moan matching his. 

He’s fucking you so deeply right now that all you can do is moan, all you can do is forget the embarrassment, the victimization, the way he’s doing this to you despite the risk of reality crumbling. He could lose his job, you could lose yours, and yet still– he’s fucking you like he doesn’t care.

So, you choose not to care either in the form of grabbing his hair, forcing his head back, and attaching your lips right against his adams apple. You feel him swallow and breathe out a shocked sound, and then? You suck.

Intentionally, you suck, bite, and lick, harder and harder until there’s a deep purple mark there. He doesn’t even fight it, though you feel him try to move his head just to keep you from going too insane with it. You don’t care though, because still you feel his cock splitting you open, forcing you to adjust to him. 

“Ah,” Sunghoon lets out another breath with that familiar chuckle, “Marking me now?” 

You hum a confirmation as you move to a new spot on his neck, absolutely fucking marking him. Feeling devastated by the idea that he’d do this with any other employee. Or any other person in general. 

“Making me all yours, huh?” He continues with his cocky words, feeling the way your pussy clenches him tightly, dripping all over his desk. He’d let you make him yours, with or without the bruising from your mouth. 

“Mhm.” You hum pleasantly, letting out little yelps each time he slams into you. Letting out full moans each time his arms wrap around your waist tighter. 

You continue with the act, littering his pretty neck with your touch and loving how he just lets you. Knowing that he’ll show up at work tomorrow looking a bit tired, but glowing nonetheless, trying to hide all these marks with that tight-necked collar he likes to wear. 

“Whatever you want.” He breathes, letting his hips lose rhythm for just a moment as he feels his muscles tighten. “Fuck, you’re still so tight.” 

You feel like you’re on top of the world as he compliments you, to the point you’re not sure when you’ll cum because your whole body has seemingly been feeling euphoria anyway. Everything feels good, even if his cock reaches deep enough to cause little jolts of pain. The sound of the desk scooting back through the force of his hips is enough to make you take it. Enough to squeeze your legs around him tighter, enough to clench, enough to– forget what you’re doing and let yourself fall into it with him.

Your head falls back from his neck and you pant out little half-calls of his name with each thrust. Your legs loosen from around him too, but his grip on your waist only pushes you back on his desk. Until he’s leaning forward so hard with each thrust that suddenly your back meets the cold wood.

Sandwiched between him and his desk, he follows the action, his hands quickly moving from your waist to your tits, pushing them together just so he can nuzzle his face between them.

There, you look at him. You really look at him. 

What a messy, messy, man. Always so pristine during working hours, now looking so wrecked and out of it as he chases a pleasure that you hope only you can give to him. 

“Mr. Park–” You sigh out in a pleasant voice, watching the way he sucks your tit into his mouth before his eyes open wide just so he can look up at you through each thrust. “Harder.”

You can physically see the way his eyes darken when he pops off from your tit, hands now going back to the desk as he hovers over you and intentionally rolls his hips. 

You feel his cock loosen you up painfully before he intentionally fucks into you. Dragging all the way out, just to push forward in a deep and painful thrust. Over and over again, all while he’s staring straight into your eyes.

As you look up at him, you see the intent in his face. The way he wants to give you exactly what you want. Sweat shining from his cheeks, his neck littered with pretty colors. Oh, he’s actually heavenly when he fucks. 

Better than what you thought that guy on camera would have been. He’s not nonchalant like he was when he was performing. He’s entirely in tune with you and what you want. Like what you want is what he wants. 

You can tell he’s paying no mind to his own face or expression, blatantly putting all of his thoughts into how he’s pleasuring you, his eyes searching your face to tell him he’s doing well. To tell him you feel good, to tell him you’re close or–

“Fuck–” He sighs out, teeth tracing his bottom lip as he glances up, keeping pace with the way he’s been plunging into you. “I can’t keep looking at you,”

You smile, feeling dazed and far away. It feels like it’s just you and him. You’re not in his office, on a desk, or doing anything you shouldn’t be doing. 

“You hear me?” He drops his body weight on you again, letting his hips move freely as he chases and chases. “I’m so close.”

Oh. 

“Then look at me.” You huff out, now shooting a hand between his flexed abs and simply…touching your clit once.

 “Oh–shit.” 

It hits you so fast. Just a simple touch causes your pussy to clench Sunghoon so tightly that he mimics your sound. 

“Ah, fuck- fuck,” His voice sounds frantic as he tries to pull out, only to feel your legs shoot back around him. This time, he lets you force him to stay. He lets those legs of yours push him back in, so deep that he knows he can’t fight. “No, no–” He chokes out, uncaring if his hips show you that he’s lying with his words. “I’m cumming– I need to–”

“Stay!” You shake beneath him but your voice sounds pleading, pressing once more to your clit before letting it go. You clench him again, essentially letting your body finish him off. Letting those clenches squeeze him so tightly, making sure he couldn’t fathom ever wasting his cum. “Don’t pull out.”

He doesn’t. In fact, he presses impossibly deeper, trying to bury his cock into you to the point it even pains him. Arms shaking as he tries to hold himself up again, only to drop his lips to yours under his own weight. His hips are so tense between your legs, his cock is so stiff that you can feel each pumped release, and still you’re experiencing your own euphoria through it. 

To the point your toes are curling and you barely notice the way you leave welts across his back from your fingernails through the intense orgasm. To the point his slack lips against yours feel more natural than anything else. Not kissing, just close. So close that–

He kisses you. 

After it’s all said and done, he still kisses you breathlessly. Passionately almost, clinging to you as his cock twitches as it grows flaccid inside of you.

He doesn’t pull out, he just…kisses.

And as you lay against his wooden desk, body coming down from the pleasure you’ve felt more than once within the past hour, all you can do is let your brain think on its own. Without shame, without embarrassment or anxiety. 

You thought Sunghoon would have been in control the whole time. Teasing you, maybe even making this experience more painful than it needs to be. But no, he…

He’s soft. Gentle, almost. 

Only now do you recognize that as badly as he probably wants to appear harsh, like the confident man he is on camera, you think he needs something else. Not just power, not just money or control. Not even just fucking. 

You think…maybe, Sunghoon needs connection. 

Intimacy. 

And that’s proven when he does finally stand on his own buckled knees, pulling you up with him into a hug where he still kisses you. Up until he takes that shirt you unbuttoned and holds it between your legs, scratching the back of his neck with a shy glance at you. 

“Sorry for the mess.” He echoes in a meek voice, holding that shirt firm against you. “Guess I just couldn’t help myself.”

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Days later, you find yourself in his bed. Which should have been expected probably. Still doesn’t change the fact that every few hours, you remind yourself the reality of the situation.

It’s not just any bed you’re in. It’s Sunghoon’s bed. 

“Oh, right. The promotion.” Sunghoon suddenly calls out mid-episode. 

You’ve been here with him all day. To the point neither of you bother to put on clothes now because you know the spark will come back at any given time and you’ll be all over each other again. Still, lazing in his bed with him on a Saturday afternoon is nice. 

“I’ve been a bit occupied but– the interviews for the assistant position has been pushed back a bit due to you not coming to work.  I was supposed to notify you when you got back, but you know, we had priorities–” 

Sunghoon sighs, embarrassed. It’s nice actually, seeing him in his natural element. Allowing you to see him as more than just the guy that wears a suit and tie every day at work. 

“Unrelated to us…doing this, but, you’re up for the interview. Just need to schedule it with me. If you still want to be my assistant, I mean.”

“Oh, I can only imagine what that could entail.”

Sunghoon seems offended by this remark as he pulls back with furrowed brows.

“Excuse me?”

“Did you fuck the last one too?” You give him a playful smile, prodding at his soft-skinned chest.

“Absolutely not?!” 

“You’re still gonna fuck me too though, right? Even if I’m constantly having to nag you for signatures and meetings?” 

Sunghoon stares at you before smiling. 

“Well, let's see if you get the job anyway. Rhonda from Marketing is applying too.”

You lend a half-joke gag at him. 

“Is it too forward to ask for special attention for the position along with a sexual favor?” You tread the thin line. “I’m half joking but wouldn’t it be like…normal for us to be seen around each other at work if I’m working a job that requires it?”

Sunghoon thinks hard.

“You’re really asking to fuck your way up the ladder?”

“Aren’t you the one who offered it so I wouldn’t tell your dirty little secret?” You narrow your eyes at him. “But no, I’m asking for the job I’ve been trying to earn for ages. Besides, I’d still fuck you anyway.”

“Fair.” Sunghoon thinks harder still. “Rhonda would probably find out too, if she were to get the position anyway, considering my assistants are often intertwined in my personal business as well.”

“Oh, I’m personal business now?”

“Babe, my hand has been on your tit for an hour now.” 

Well, he’s not wrong.

“Rhonda is really close with HR too…” You trail off, feeling a bit anxious. “I think she’d hold it over both of us if she found out.” 

“In all fairness, you’ve been considered for the job more than a few times the past few months. Rhonda only applied during your two week avoidance of me. The reason she’s even up for the position is because my boss thinks you’re too flaky.” 

Oh, so you have a chance with or without putting his dick in your mouth again?

“Who else has applied?”

“Confidential.” Sunghoon shrugs. “I still have to follow company rules even if we’re breaking a few of them right now. What I can tell you is, over fifteen other candidates have already been phased out by me personally.” 

You pause.

“Why?”

“Bad matches, mostly. Two of them have been caught talking shit about me through the company emails, and the others? Many outside applicants, all freshman college students with strict schedules.”

“Being my assistant is not an easy job, and even before all of this, you’ve practically been doing the job already, better than the current assistant I have.”

You damn fucking right you have.

“How many are still in the running?”

“Two.”

Oh, this job is soooooo yours. 

“Just, one more thing.” Sunghoon sighs. “If you get this job, we cannot be fucking in my office. No sexual stuff at work. We can take lunch together, or I’ll bring you home after work, but absolutely nothing at work.”

Oh, he thinks you want him that badly? 

“Who says I need to fuck you during work hours anyway? I know how to control myself.”

“It’s not you who I’m worried about.” Sunghoon looks away, biting the inside of his cheek.

“Yeah?” You smile. “You gonna be calling me into your office just to torture yourself?”

“Oh, absolutely.” 

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[lilwonie]

after hours, i can be whatever you want me to be ⭑ ( lhs. )

⭑ FEATURING horrendously down down bad lee heeseung x kinda naive philophobic fem!reader. where heeseung has no intentions of escaping your cages, forever remaining under the spell of your love. ( ARCHIVE? )

⭑ GENRE & WARNINGS fluff, toxic situation, almost kissing, mildly suggestive WORDCOUNT 0.834k

she's crazy but i love her.

heeseung's steps are slow and calculated, eyes glued on your figure trying to make your way to his car. stumbling and wobbly in heels you (kind of) seem accustomed to, feet clicking against the pavement in a hasty stride. he's worried. you were out with friends past midnight on a weekday, called him all drunk to pick you up from the bar and now you are barely able to walk straight, ankle on the verge of twisting at any given moment but you wouldn't let him hold you. he's worried sick.

"angel please just hold onto me hm?" he pleads rushing over when you visibly slip on an uneven part, hands almost gripping around your waist as you manage to keep your balance, staggering back into his arms in a couple of steps.

"you! who are you!" your hands push against his chest as you turn around startled. there it goes, again! heeseung sighs knowing what's to come. it's the third time in the last fifteen minutes, going over this exact conversation word to word.

"it's heeseung, your cousin's friend and your friend," he makes sure to emphasize on 'your friend' trying to stop this before it gets further into the loop.

"where's my cousin?" you ask, looking around the rather empty parking lot.

"he working," heeseung's explanation is dry because he knows you'll cut him off before he can say anything more,"and why are you here?" just like that. he remembers the first time this happened, when you were actually sober and met him at your cousin brother: jay's workplace. you showed up out of nowhere, without any notice and jay was going bonkers at how he'll get you back home when he has the most important client waiting for him in the next room. heeseung hadn't thought much when he offered to drop you off, a favor for a friend that was all it was to him.

"because you called me, angel," but god was he wrong, for he swears the moment he laid his eyes on you he was a goner. you were too darn pretty to be just a favor. you were younger, a party girl always running out to frat and sorority gatherings, bars and clubs. often calling jay to pick you up to avoid letting your parents know of your shenanigans.

"why did i call you and not my cousin?" everytime he had wished it was him and not jay, even though ultimately he was the one who went. carrying your cute drunk ass to your mansion and getting you to your room as discreetly as possible. you are a rich girl, two worlds apart and heeseung has felt it in many ways than not.

"because i'm your cousin's friend and you know me well," heeseung never thought he'd ever be more than just your cousin's friend to you. at least he hopes he is more. you have done things with him that you'd definitely not do with just your cousin's friend. a space curtaining acquaintance and lover, he hangs dangerously cold and heedless.

"so where's my cousin?" between days left ghosted and nights you throw your arms around him he stands unsure of his place in your life. at times he feels you know he's the one who could treat you better than any of the guys you cry for. yet there are moments when there's this sturdy wall you build, holding him away for the sake of not losing him like others. afraid of love is what you refuse you are but heeseung knows your conceptions of it are a little too twisted, broken he dare say. and his love for you is so far and conflicted to the things you have experienced, he understands the lengths and the time it will take for you to recognize and accept him.

"you know what, i'm getting you in the car myself," in an instance his hands grip at the back of knees and the curve of your waist, hauling you up in his arms. he walks quick to his car parked at the far end, smiling through the constant pouty mumbles of yours. eyeing you every two seconds, not being able to resist that pretty face of yours.

it is absolutely not in him to ever resist that pretty face of yours, your pretty eyes and your pretty lips as they graze against his own in gentle brushes. arms looped around his neck and thighs resting on the soft matress of your bed, albeit on each side of his own, yet again. sitting on his lap, so close, bodies pressed. "heeseungie, please stay," your voice a sultry whisper of a whine, a naive vixen, if that's even a thing.

lee heeseung knows he will never have the power to refuse you, he will be whatever you want him to be for how ever long you will want him to be.

you make him crazy and he loves you for that.

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03. all good when all delusional

PREVIEW. you always get what you want, spoiled with the love of everyone around you. and it's all innocent love, at least that's what everyone thinks. it comes with much surprise therefore, when heeseung makes a move on you. thirteen long years of being in the brother zone having made him utterly clueless that if he’s going to date you he has to pass through your actual brothers first. and he knows how scary they can be. especially since they are known to have a sister complex and he’s been the third scary one with them, numerous times before.

MEET THE CAST. insanely love struck BRAT TAMER lee heeseung with his SPOILED BRAT RICH GIRL reader.

WARNINGS. lots of swearing(DICK/SEXUAL JOKES againn), jealous heeseung rants .. jake being down bad for hoon, spoiled yn and disgusted sunoo.

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