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[bunhee]

   `` is blood not a measure of my love for you? you don’t want me to bleed out and let you drink from me? i thought that’s what you’d like… i thought you wanted me to turn red and drip into a glass that touches your lips… is that not it? did i misjudge you? or…            do you not love me anymore? ´⁠´⁠

૮꒰ 𝓻𝒾𝓀𝒶 ꒱ა  04, she/her  dddne blog 4 OT6+1 enha ༑ ࿐ྂ。 𝓻ules.   𝓶asterlist.   𝓽aglist.  also @evansbun. 𝒶sks closed ; i am strictly ot6+1 ! please block and dni if ur not

[bunhee]

might post a little stalker!won fic soon... haven't written in a while omg

[bunhee]

it’s getting so long… i thought it would be like 600 max TT

[bunhee]

wait sorry guys im like so locked in on doing Nothing cuz it's summer BUT im writing i swear !! i'll answer something tonight mayyybeee? we'll see tho omg i have sm drafts and asks ><

[bunhee]

not venting or anything but lately I have this urge and need to bite wonjin's (from cravity) waist,, like why YOU as a man,, as a MAN,, have this tempting slutty waist,, for whom, for WHY 😒🙄🤨

Don't play with me rn ... i see taeyoung and i feel like a feral hog who has to slurp him up like a mocha latte ( 𖦹﹏𖦹 ) also hoondrop in my mentions omg... i will come by to you more often actually i wanna be friends with u so bad

[bunhee]

hi... talk to me ? how is everyone? i wanna know !! if u have something fun to share or wanna vent, i wanna hear and be there for u guys <33

[bunhee]

hihi it's been a whilee i saw your rant abt the friend grp thing just know all will be well and whoever is meant to be in your life will always be supporting you hugss 🫂 <33

you're so sweet tysm bb :( and yeah you're right !! just keep the people who matter around ( ◡̀_◡́)ᕤ

[bunhee]

might post a little stalker!won fic soon... haven't written in a while omg

[bunhee]

plsmore piss😭😭😭

okieeee ^3^

[bunhee]

how to make friends .?

[mokalody]

ㅤㅤpeonies ── ⟢ ⧼西村力⧽ ・⸝⸝

ㅤ18+ 1406 ꕤ extreme gore, bodily injury, graphic head trauma, obsessive themes, blood & violence against women, psychological horror, body horror.

𓆩 ✩ 𓆪 part of my kill!kill!kill! series.

RIKI wonders if it’s possible to love someone this much. 

not the kind where you show up with flowers every saturday (although riki does it—every single week without fail, to the point where the florist already has a bouquet of pink peonies ready for him to pick up). not the kind where you leave sticky notes with hearts and reminders, or to text good morning at exactly 7 in the morning because that’s when your alarm goes off (but he still does that too religiously).

what riki is thinking of is something more… different. 

like right now, you know?

“i’m starting to think that you really like peonies, ki,” you say, tilting your head as you tuck one stem lower so the bouquet looks fuller. your eyes flick up to meet his across your bedroom. your boyfriend raises his brows in curiousity at your statement. 

“if i tell you i like lilies instead… would you change the arrangements? or am i stuck with pink peonies forever?” you joke, giggling lightly as you gently puff the petals. 

your boyfriend leans against the doorway, arms crossed loosely, mouth curving into that easy, handsome, fond smile he always has on his face. “of course i would,” he answers softly without hesitation. warm. lovely. “anything you want, baby. lilies, roses, those weird spiky ones—i’d figure it out,”

“i love you.”

the words come out true in the way that only riki knows it matters on the outside.

but inside his head, it’s already fracturing. 

were you ever grateful? 

the thought comes uninvited and cold and harsh, like ice cracking under foot when too much pressure is being put on. were you ever grateful? for the flowers every saturday. for the late–night convenient runs riki does because you’re too lazy to cook. for carrying your bags even when his hands were full. for listening to every rambling story about your day even when his own head was screaming. 

did any of it ever actually mean something to you?

riki watches your hands move again—delicate, soft, unaware—adjusting a leaf here, fluffing a bloom there. you hum softly under your breath, content. happy because of the flowers he bought. flowers he keeps buying because genuinely, seeing you happy lights him up every single time you open the door makes something in his chest bloom too.

but why the fuck would you say that you like lilies now? after months of pink peonies every saturday, now you want lilies? 

it shouldn’t be that big of a deal; people change their minds every day, mundane or not, but riki can feel it starting—that slow heat crawling up his spine… the way his molars ache from his jaw tightening. then, his heart does this ugly thud, too fast and too hard. 

so what if you like lilies now?

it shouldn’t be a big deal, but…

he pushes himself off the doorway.

three steps, that’s all it takes.

the floor creaks under his weight but you don’t look up yet, still arranging, still so goddamn oblivious to what goes on in one’s head. 

riki’s hand closes around the handle of a glass pitcher—wet from water, heavier than it looks with all those stems crammed in. the last week’s peonies tremble as he lifts it, petals quivering like…

like they’re afraid too, for you. 

then—

the base of the pitcher connects just above your right ear—right where your pretty hair parts when you tilt your head like you do when you’re concentrating. it’s not elegant or beautiful like in films.

instead, the bedroom’s met with a meaty, wet thud, the sound of something dense hitting something softer. the glass doesn’t break on the first hit; it just dents your skull instead. a dull compression, bone flexing inward like cardboard before it gives.

your blood doesn’t fountain right away either—it just beads brightly at the line along the split skin—then wells up thick and dark as the scalp peels back in ragged strips from the impact of riki’s hit. only then does the pitcher finally shatter on the second hit, shards driving upward into the soft meat under your hairline.

the peonies in the pitcher exploded with the force of the swing. the petals tear free first, soft pinks scattering in arc. some stick to the fresh wound, adhering to the raw, open skin. others are driven by the broken glass—punching into your exposed tissue, forcing their ways inside. 

if you want to be ungrateful so bad, here you go—one long sharp piece lodges deep like a broken tooth, severing your artery; riki assumes—because now your blood does come in earnest and generous. hot ropes of it spray across your desk filled with fresh peonies in a mason jar, wilted ones you didn’t have the heart to throw away, dried peonies he gave months ago that break at the slightest touch, splattering all over.

pretty soft pink petals now turn crimson at the edges.

you gasp, followed with a choked, wet gurgle as air is forced out through your throat that’s suddenly too full of copper. your body jerks hard and your knees buckle sideways and you slump against the table, one hand slapping uselessly at the edge to support yourself. 

the fresh peonies inside tumble out, rolling through the mess, and down on the floor.

your fingers drag red streaks down the white cloth, and your cheek presses to the cool surface of the floor, sneaking more, and your bloody mouth opens and closes like a fish left on the dock. the soft hum you were making earlier is gone, replaced by small, wet clicks every time you try to breathe. tiny red bubbles form at the corner of your lips, popping with a faint pink froth. your fingers twitch near your side—fingers curling weakly against nothing. 

“ngh…” you choke out, blood pulsing from the gash at your temple with each movement. your chest rises and falls in shallow hitches—each one slower and weaker than the last. somewhere in your death, you try to form his name, or maybe just any sound that you can prove to yourself that you’re still alive—but all that comes is a thin, crimson thread that stretches and snaps as your head lolls slightly to the side for the last time. 

riki drops what’s left of the broken handle then, letting it clatter among the petals and glass. thankfully, he’s wearing the home slippers, so he’s not so hurt by the shards. he stands there, breathing hard through his nose. 

the room smells like iron, wet earth, and the cloying sweetness of flowers.

slowly, riki kneels in the spreading puddle—warm, sticky against his sweats. he turns your pretty face toward him with gentle hands, thumbs sliding through the mess on your cheeks. your eyes are still open, pupils blown wide, unfocused but searching.

still looking for him, even if he’s the one who’s got you in this state now.

a single petal is stuck to your lower lash. riki brushes it away with his thumb.

your boyfriend leans in close, pressing his lips against your bloody forehead. tasting the iron when he kisses you. “you said lilies,” he whispers into the cracked temple. “i heard you.”

your last breath rattles into the air, carrying the faint sweetness of the lip balm you always wear. 

“ki?” 

you laugh a little, tilting your head so your cheek brushes his chest. you don’t notice how close he’s gotten behind you. your boyfriend swallows, shaking his head lightly before forcing his voice normal again.

“yeah?”

you turn around and reach up, wrapping your arms around his neck. “thank you, baby. for everything,” you murmur, tiptoeing so you can plant a chaste kiss on his cheek. then, you move to peck the corner of his lips before pulling away. 

“by the way… i’m just kidding with the lilies thing,” you giggle, eyes crinkling at the corners.  “i love peonies more than anything. especially if they’re from you.” 

riki’s grip on your hips tightens—just enough that your breath hitches for half a second. then, he loosens it. your boyfriend leans down to kiss the side of your throat, right over the living pulse that still jumps under his mouth. 

“anthing for you,” he murmurs. 

in the back of his skull, your blood is still spreading across the tiles. the peonies are soaking red, and your eyes are still open, staring up at him like he’s the last thing you’ll ever see.

instead, he closes his own eyes, breathing you in.

for now, this is enough. 

[heechou]

100% sweetness. ♡

18+ | bf!jay x fem!reader

900 ♡ thigh riding, public indecency, praise, degradation, use of ‘sweetheart’, ‘doll’, ‘good girl’.

‘that’s all?’ jay asks, pulling his wallet out of his pocket to locate his credit card.

‘yeah, just the drink, please.’ you say, standing behind him. your voice is soft, laced with need. you woke up wet this morning, your thighs rubbing together as you tried to relieve the burning tension between your legs. jay had suggested going to grab a coffee together at the cafe near your place since you both had the day off.

‘okay, go find a table, i’ll bring it over.’ he says, patting your rear gently to signal you to go take a seat.

you feel a soft whimper rise in your throat, threatening to escape. you stand still momentarily before heeding his direction and reluctantly walking away from the counter. you move further into the cafe, searching for somewhere quiet and secluded. you’re not a fan of how busy and noisy the place can get, especially since you arrived just before peak hours.

you go on your phone in the meantime, scrolling mindlessly through instagram until you catch a glimpse of his shadow looming over you.

‘i almost didn’t see you back here,” jay says, setting your iced matcha down before taking a seat in the chair next to you. your eyes hone in on how large his hand appears, his palm practically enveloping the entirety of his cup. you watch him take a sip of his iced coffee, his knee knocking against yours as he shifts in his seat. the minimal contact sends an embarrassingly intense tingle through your body, heat pooling again in your lower abdomen. you can feel your cheeks flushing.

‘what’s wrong?’ jay asks, noticing the slight change in your demeanour. he leans in closer, only heightening your arousal further as you catch a whiff of his cologne.

you don’t want him to worry, and you need to find some relief so you figure it’s better not to hold back any longer. ‘i.. i need you.’ you utter, barely above a whisper.

‘what? right here?’

you lower you head shamefully, playing with your fingers in your lap.

‘we can’t right now, sweetheart, i’m sorry…’ jay coos, reaching out to brush some of your hair out of your face. you clench your thighs together at the tender touch, the brief contact setting your skin on fire.

‘can i just…’ you gulp, fidgeting with the hem of your skirt, feeling embarrassed by what you’re about to suggest. ‘can i just ride your thigh… just a little bit, i’ll be quick, i promise, please jay…’ you whimper, leaning towards him. you reach over to grasp his muscular leg, your fingertips barely sinking in to his firm flesh.

he chuckles softly at you, seemingly amused by your behaviour. ‘are you really that desperate?’ he teases, sitting up a little bit in his seat to peek over the half wall. he supposes no one would notice, and he knows you’ll be true to your word. it won’t take you long to achieve your release.

without saying anything else, jay’s hands grab onto your waist firmly, guiding you over onto his lap so both of your thighs are straddling one of his.

you gasp softly as your clothed core comes into contact with the fabric of his jeans. his thigh is wide enough that you can feel a slight stretch in your pelvis as you own legs spread to accommodate his form beneath you. you know this is going to be over quick.

your fingers find purchase in his t-shirt, gripping the material. you don’t hesitate, beginning to roll your hips against him, your aching cunt clenching around nothing.

‘shush, you need to be quiet though, doll.’ jay says in a low voice, cupping your jaw in his hand. he prods one finger at your lips, your mouth opening to accept the digit instinctively. ‘there we go.’

you suck eagerly on his finger, although it does little to muffle your needy whines as you keep rubbing yourself against his thigh.

‘that’s it, does that feel better?’ jay murmurs in your ear, his free hand settling in the small of your back to keep you steady. he lets you set your own pace, not helping you move but making you work for it. you seem to be doing fine on your own.

your thighs tremble, the band inside of you tightening further. your clit throbs, signalling your impending release. your movements get faster, albeit a bit sloppy as you drag your dripping pussy along the expanse of his thigh, practically drooling around his finger still in your mouth. your hands tighten on his shirt as your orgasm wracks through you. your body shakes, thighs clenching around his, as your back arches forward.

‘good girl,’ jay praises, reaching up to stroke your hair, pressing a kiss to your neck. you pant softly, your cheeks still flushed and pink lips parted as you come down your high.

‘always so needy for me, aren’t you?’ he whispers, your already throbbing cunt clenching again at his tone. you can’t do anything other than nod in response.

[heechou]

kitten kisses ⋆˚🐾˖° ♡

18+ | sunghoon x kitty fem!reader

800 ♡ dubcon, implied captivity, pet play, cumeating, masturbation (m.), drooling, spit, manhandling, humiliation, dumbification, use of ‘kitty’, ‘bitch’.

the soft sound of footsteps echoing in the hallway make you sit up, the bell on your collar jangling. your small fingers wrap around the thin bars of your cage, trying to peer through. the door swings open, your owner’s silhouette entering the bedroom. your collar jingles more as you excitedly squirm in anticipation. you stick your tongue out, panting softly at the sight of sunghoon approaching you.

‘hi, kitty,’ he says, flicking on the light as he steps closer to your cage. you’re practically clawing at the bars now, trying to sit up as far as you can within the cramped space. ‘so eager to see me.. did you miss me?’ he asks, his voice low as he sticks a finger through your cage towards your mouth. you eagerly lap at his digit, suckling on the tip of his finger while you purr softly.

seemingly pleased by your response, sunghoon withdraws his hand, your disappointed whine emanating from the confines of your cage. he unbuckles his belt, the sound of clanking metal making your thighs press together instinctively. he takes his already semi-hard cock out of his boxers, tugging his pants to his mid thighs before giving his shaft a few lazy strokes.

you stick your tongue out again, opening your mouth wider, nostrils flaring as you push your face against the bars. pathetic little noises escape you, sunghoon’s eyes glimmering with dark promise as you gazes down at you.

‘my pretty little kitty, keep your mouth open just like that for me,’ he murmurs. you do as he says, watching as he grips his length a bit tighter, pumping himself a bit faster now. you whimper, a string of drool trickling down your chin as tears well in your eyes from keeping your jaw extended like this. your thighs rub against each other in a primal search for friction, your desire building within you along with a fluttering sense of anxiety.

‘please, please,’ you mewl, your lips coming together in a pout but sunghoon stops his movements, glaring at you in response.

‘i told you to keep your mouth open, bitch.’ he growls, clearly unimpressed with your sudden disobedience so you quickly open wide once more, a few tears dribbling down your flushed cheeks. you want to taste him, need to feel the weight of his girth on your tongue. you’ve been waiting for him all day.

sunghoon starts fisting his cock again, grunting as his tip flares a cherry shade of red, bubbling with pre-cum. you choke back a sob, your jaw still hanging slack as you watch him, a sinking feeling settling in the pit of your stomach because you know what he plans to do to you.

the cage clangs as sunghoon flips the lock, tugging the door open so he can get closer to your trembling form. you stay put, looking up at him with tear-stained cheeks and your swollen lips parted as far you can feasibly manage. with a low groan, he releases his load onto you, splattering his seed across your face, some of it landing on your heaving chest as well. you frantically flick your tongue around, trying to gather as much of it as possible on your tongue in a last ditch effort. he laughs at you, a low chuckle from deep in his chest at your pathetic behaviour.

you whine as he mocks you, visibly distressed by the fact that he still hasn’t let you taste him. as he plants a large hand on the top of your head, attempting to push you back into your cage, you pounce forward, wrapping your limbs around one of his legs.

‘no, please, pl-please, m-missed you-‘ you cry, clinging to him in an effort to prevent him from leaving again. sunghoon grabs a fistful of your hair and pulls you off of him, your weakened body crumbling to the floor. he suddenly grabs your face in his hand, forcing you to meet his gaze. he doesn’t ask you to open your mouth for him this time, just uses his other thumb to pull your bottom lip down. sunghoon looms over you as he spits into your mouth, a wad of his saliva landing on your tongue before he closes your jaw for you. ‘swallow.’ he commands, and you do, without hesitation.

sunghoon takes a moment, staring at your reddened eyes, plump, swollen lips and his cum still smeared across your chin. his expression softens for a brief second before he lets go of you. ‘fine. i’ll let you out for a couple of hours.’ he says, before outlining the consequences of what he’ll do to you if you don’t behave. you don’t hear them, your ears ringing and body vibrating with excitement as you stare back up at him.

[heechou]

omgg hii, i’m the girl who sent the doctor!hee req n i rlly love the idea u came up w and was wondering if u would write it ??👀👀👀 i rlly rlly love ur writing btw 🤍

this is so short i’m so sorry >:(( i rly didn’t know what to write and this is rly late but thank u soosooo much for the compliment honestly<<///33

cw ♡ noncon, noncon touching, reader has conflicting feelings, heeseung and reader are resident doctors/doing their residency pls excuse that idk what i’m talking about when it comes to that, reader is called ‘pretty’. tiny mention of reader wearing makeup.

heeseung’s hands bracket your waist, backing you up against the shelving unit in the tiny storage closet that can barely contain both of you. his hands are everywhere, groping your breasts over top of your scrubs before sliding both palms beneath the hem to cup them through your bra.

it feels surreal, like one minute you were sending him the occasional sext and now he’s literally trying to get into your pants. you’d always had this on and off, hot and cold, flirty, tension filled sort of relationship with your fellow resident, heeseung, but you never felt comfortable pursuing something physical. not now, while you’re the busiest you’ve ever been in your life. you need ways to destress sure, but you were thinking more along the lines of going out for drinks with your friends not… whatever this is.

‘god, you’re so pretty,’ he breathes against your neck as one hand slides to the small of your back so he can keep you pinned against him. there’s nowhere to go anyway, the closet is so small, if you so much as flinch, you’re afraid that bottles will go flying. ‘too pretty to be stuck in these scrubs all day, need to get them off you sometime.’ murmurs as he presses hot, open mouthed kisses down the column of your throat, the hand that’s still on your breast is kneading the mound roughly.

your nipple stiffens beneath his palm despite yourself, arching into his touch but it’s strange. you didn’t ask for this, yet it feels good receiving this kind of attention. still, you know well enough that this isn’t appropriate for this kind of setting. ‘we- we can’t do this here,’ you protest softly and it likely sounds half hearted in his ears. it’s not that you don’t like him, he’s really attractive… but you also know he has a reputation. you’re sure you’re not the only girl in his phone, much less the only one he treats this way. you’re probably not the only girl he’s cornered like this either.

not used to being told ‘no’, heeseung only grips your waist tighter. ‘shush, just a little-‘ he coos against your lips as he captures them in a kiss, but he’s not letting up on his touching. your hands find his chest, trying to push him away but he won’t budge. you feel the shelf behind you shift and a bottle clatters to the floor. you whimper, ‘heeseung, please’, but his hand has moved from your breast to cup your mound through your pants, rubbing the heel into the apex of your pussy. you feel breathless all of a sudden, heat rising in your core but the shame burns hotter. ‘please stop’ you beg and to your shock, he does.

‘what’s wrong with you?’ he seethes, taking the half a step back that’s possible in this confined of a space. he looks the same as before he dragged you in here, but your own scrubs are twisted, your lip shade smeared. you open your mouth to formulate some kind of response, but he just shakes his head and opens the door to the supply closet, leaving you there.

the heat dissipates and suddenly you’re cold. your phone feels heavy in your pocket and your stomach aches with the urge to follow after him, or at least send him a text, wanting to reconnect what feels like has been instantly severed. yet, why would you chase what you already told him you don’t want?

[bunhee]

omg what happened with your friend group? if it doesn’t sound nosy to ask lol because i’ve recently been through the same thing! hope you’re feeling better and i’m sure everything will work out fine!!!! missing your fics lol🥹🥹🥹🥹

lol it’s ok idm … it’s whatever atp and they know this acc but i also don’t really care lol anyways basically, i brought up to my friend in a gc with all of us that i feel sorta left out and wanna be treated more like how they've been treating the rest of the group and like every other person ever, and that spiraled out into idek what ... like i just wanted to be heard and somehow it all got pointed back to me and i was being asked to apologize so i was just like yk what im heading out lol so i ended things with that person. and then, i thought i'd still stay friends with the rest of the group but well. leaving a gc and every other gc they're in eventually just fizzled out into them never talking to me so i brought it up and couple times and they said they'll do better, but they never did so i just decided not to say anything anymore because yk. if you've tried to say how you feel but the same issues keep coming back, there's no point sticking around haha so yeah now i don't have any friends in that community except for a couple who aren't friends with the first person i stopped being friends with out of the bunch. and well.. makes me sick to go on that acc and see them interact and be happy with everyone when all i asked for was to have that with them too instead of just having serious convos all the time :/ idkkkkk sigh whatever it's been months there's no point to dwell on that any longer lol anyways i hope things are ok with u bb :( if you wanna vent about it then feel free to ok? and i'd say the same right back at u <33 and im working on some stuff so dw... bunhee will be back soon ^^

[bunhee]

hi bunny i hope ure doing well 🤍

hi cutieee yes i am !! how r u :]

[bunhee]

hii srry for thé question i don’t want to come as rude😭 but do u also write consensual smut? i wanted to make a request

hiii yes i do ! i usually just write whatever comes to my mind but if u specifically want consensual or dubcon or wtv, then just specify that ^^

[bunhee]

thinkin abt hole inspection w all the members at once im drooling

uhm um ummm im sick … that’s what ! i honestly don’t even know what to say… what immediately came into mind is doctors enha. idk how but please trust me on this. i don’t even know actually please be nice to me

contains: doctors dom ot7 enhypen x patient sub reader, everyone is in the medical field w/ gynecologist jay + dentist jake + surgeon heeseung, noncon, medical malpractice ?, hole inspection, mouth play, video recording, this is moreso suggestive !! lmk what i missed ♡ don’t like it? don’t read it!

what starts as a quick trip to the gyne turns into something so much more. you don’t even know how you got here, but after months since becoming a regular patient, coming in every other week for a check up with your doctor jay, you’ve become well acquainted with him. so much so that you trust him and his intern fully…

“see this? her walls flutter when you look at her too long. it’s like she can sense our eyes on her.”

“god she’s so wet, you’re right jay.” his friend sunghoon intercepts. he has to restrain himself from sticking a finger or two in you, needing to feel the gumminess of your insides himself…

you on the other hand can barely say a word since jay’s dentist friend, who happened to have come to meet up and go hang out with him, sat on the chair by your head with the pads his fingers pressing onto each and every single one of your 32 teeth. it’s jake, a perfect smile forming on his face as he tells the boys, “can’t feel a single cavity… such perfect teeth she’s got. it’s a shame really, otherwise i’d get to see you at my office too. now suck, sweet tooth.” at his command, your lips unwillingly wrap around his index and middle fingers, tongue tasting the rubbery plastic of his glove.

“we came to watch her pussy jake, not her mouth,” sunoo says from the side, hands wrapped tightly in front of his chest as he watches how your drool slicks onto his glove, fingers thrusting in and out at a pace that got you quickly comfortable with them in your mouth.

“hey! her mouth’s a hole too! never fucked a mouth before huh ‘noo? gotta make sure she can take it all,” he replies as he pushes his fingers deeper into your throat, making you choke. “‘s ok cupcake, you’re doing so well.”

on the other end, with jay and sunghoon, heeseung kneels until his face is level with your pussy, clamps spreading it apart as he gulps at the sight. “pay attention riki, and hold the camera still alright?”

riki is heeseung’s intern, but everyone knows that he got that job through connections. otherwise why would a guy so lousy at his job get this chance with the top surgeon lee heeseung of all residents?

“yes sir,” he’s timid. his hand holds onto the camera that points right at your gaping hole, the senior’s lips kissing your ass. you moan from behind the curtain, the blue separating your lower body from your upper body—it’s routine that you got accustomed to, but what you thought would be a pap smear turned out to instead be an invitation to have the rest of the boys do as they please with you, some known yet most unknown.

out of the bunch, you were only familiar with jay, and his intern, jungwon. the same jungwon you thought was a sweet angel, simply following the doctor’s orders and helping him whenever you come for a check up, turned out to be obscenely obsessed with your tits… his mouth licked at your nipples as his hand squeezed the other, feeling the nubs hardening under his touch, or maybe because of how cold it is in the room. he’s always had to keep it in whenever you came in and he could tell you didn’t wear a bra because your nipples we’re soooo hard under your shirts and dresses… the same jungwon who strapped you down to the table, locking your feet and hands in place so you don’t move away, because this has been jay’s plan all along:

to have all of his friends over to do what he’s been aching to do with you since you first entered his room with a smile so innocent, contrasting your pussy he couldn’t resist touching every time, always writing you up for a new examination very soon.

now you’re stuck. you have to tough it out, no other option.