Pairing : ot7 poly enhypen members x idol reader
Genre : fluff, road trip ambiance, slight smut towards the end, oral (f receiving)
Synopsis : Following the Eat, Sleep and Dive event in Korea, another episode was organized in Australia, and this time, the Enhypen members were joined by two members of the group Ivory, Y/N and Inna. While the trip was going well, the attraction between the boys and Y/N could no longer be hidden and ultimately exploded during a night of fun.
After the great success of Eat, Sleep and Dive with Engenes, they were obligated to do a second season in Australia when the members went there for a concert. However, for this second season, they wouldn't be alone!
It turned out that two members of the group Ivory, from KQ Entertainment, were also in Australia at the same time as them, and to film content, the two girls would join them.
The boys were delighted since they had crossed paths from afar at Award ceremonies but had never really had the chance to exchange and talk together. The Enhypen members were returning from a walk and some shopping when they came back to the bus to see that two intruders were already waiting for them.
"Hey!" the member Inna exclaimed, jumping up from the seat where she was sitting.
"Oh, hello!"
"What a surprise!"
Inna shook her member who was lying on the back seats, Y/N sat up, her cap askew and sunglasses on the tip of her nose. Her friend tapped her on the head to make her get up faster, Y/N slapped her hand away.
"Sorry about her, she needs to nap like a baby."
"I'm the one who got dragged all over Sydney by you, you madwoman, my feet are covered in blisters!"
"You'll survive, stop complaining." Y/N pouted, sitting back down and crossing her arms over her chest as Jake and Sunghoon sat on either side of her on the back seats.
"It's great to finally meet you," Sunoo smiled. "Your last comeback was so good!"
"Thank you so much!" Inna smiled. "Yours was incredible too! I only listened to No Way Back for days."
"Where are the rest of your members?" Jay asked.
"Shua went back to Shanghai to her family since she's still on hiatus after breaking her leg," Y/N explained, her cap partially hiding her face and thus the light. "And Jenny is in New York for a Dior promo."
She yawned so hard her jaw nearly dislocated, and Inna threw a bag of chips at her face, drawing a cry of surprise from her. "Pull yourself together!"
"Hey, you're not my mom!"
"No, but I'm your leader."
"Always pulling the leader card when it suits you," she muttered, opening the bag of chips.
"What?"
"Nothing!" Inna narrowed her eyes while her friend gave her innocent looks. Jake leaned toward her, and Y/N gave him a smile.
"I know you're also Australian, are you happy to be back here?"
"Yes!" she smiled. "I only come back for Christmas to spend it with my family, so I love it every time I have the chance to come back here. And you, do you come back often?"
"Actually, this is the first time I've come back since I debuted," he admitted.
"Really?! Wow. I couldn't do that, I have to come back at least once a year, or I feel sick!"
Y/N launched into a long spiel about her childhood spent in Australia before moving to Korea, Jake listened to it all with an amused smile. Something caught his eye toward the lower rows, and he saw Inna showing him her phone, where she was scrolling through a text.
"You're dead. Once she starts on Australia, she talks for hours. Good luck, bro." He smiled before refocusing on Y/N, who noticed nothing, her friend making sure to show her warning text to the cameras and the boys, who held back their laughter.
After a long drive, they finally arrived at the place where they would stay for the next four days and three nights. A huge villa overlooking the harbor, with several floors and an imposing pool in the garden. There was even a game room in the basement with a billiards table and exercise machines.
"Wow, this is so nice!"
"This is incredible!"
Y/N had immediately looked for the bedroom, the most important room in the house because she had to test the mattress. A good night's sleep was always beneficial and important. On the second floor, there was only one bathroom and one bedroom, which seemed strange to her. Even more so when she saw the only two beds in the room.
"Uh? Are some people supposed to sleep outside?" she said, hands on her hips. "I'm sure Inna will be up for it." She gave a knowing smile to the camera. "You and I know she likes sleeping outside from our previous videos."
"Are you talking to yourself?" The young woman turned to see Heeseung entering the room, eyeing the bed arrangement with a raised eyebrow.
"I was just telling our viewers that some will probably have to sleep outside, and I was suggesting Inna be the first chosen."
"Nice of you," he chuckled, watching her go and collapse onto one of the mattresses.
"Don't worry, she loves the fresh night air. She's a night owl."
Heeseung chuckled, coming to lie down beside her and crossing an arm under his neck. "This is nice," he sighed.
"Yeah," she breathed, already drowsy.
"Y/N-nie, don't fall asleep just yet!"
"I'm not sleeping, I'm just resting my eyes." He laughed as the rest of the group and Inna joined them, also discovering the two beds.
"Wait, this isn't going to work!"
"We have to sleep here."
"But there's only one room," Inna remarked.
"That's why I was telling Heeseung you'll sleep outside on a lounger," Y/N said.
"Yah! You're the one who'll sleep outside on an air mattress in the middle of the pool!" Her member pouted, hiding behind Heeseung, who chuckled.
"We'll find a way for all of us to sleep together," Jay assured. "Okay, let's go prepare dinner!"
Inna and Y/N were the first ones up to follow the cook to prepare the delicious meal. Jay was a professional at grilling meat and seasoning it. They sat down at the table and served themselves some delicious wine.
Y/N was half-listening to Heeseung and Ni-ki bickering about LoL when she saw Jay return to the barbecue. A smile stretched her lips at the idea that had just sprouted in her mind. She stood up, taking out her phone to go film Jay, clearing her throat.
He turned his head toward her, surprised to see her there, and even more so by the song she had started singing.
"Donguri wo tadotte mo tsukimasen
Mori no chiisana resutoran
Karappo no poketto wo masagutte
Wasureta hito kara tadori tsuku"
That distinctive song often heard as background music in Japanese cooking videos on social media, especially TikTok. Except she was covering it in opera style, and it was original to hear. Inna was doubled over laughing in her chair, wiping tears from the corners of her eyes as Y/N circled Jay, taking close-ups of the meat or his face while singing.
That musical break over, they sat back down at the table and were able to enjoy the meat prepared by chefs Jay and Sunoo. "It's really delicious," Inna savored. "The girls always burn the meat at home."
"Don't look at me, I like it when it's still a little rare!" Y/N defended herself.
She chuckled as she watched Sunghoon put an entire corn on the cob skewer in his mouth and thanked Jake for handing her another one. "Won't your members be jealous that you're spending these days with us?" Jungwon smiled.
"They'll be happy to get rid of us, I swear," Inna said.
"It's true that they say you're the most chaotic members of your group," Ni-ki chuckled.
"That's not true!" they shouted.
"We just make sure the mood is always at its best!"
Y/N agreed with her leader's words, turning her head when Jay called out to her, walking toward her. "Y/N-nie, you said you don't like lamb, so here's some beef. I didn't overcook it, does that suit you?"
He put a hand under her chin to bring the fork holding a piece of meat to her mouth, Y/N took it between her teeth to taste it. "Oh my God, that's perfect, Jay! Thank you so much, you're a sweetheart!"
The young man assured her it was nothing, going back to get the rest of the steak as the tops of his ears were a little red, and not from the heat. "Then tomorrow, let's decide who's on meal duty with a mini-game," Jungwon suggested.
"How about this," Sunghoon said. "Someone says a consonant letter and finds an object starting with it."
"So the last person who arrives last is on meal duty?"
"Yeah."
"Okay!"
"But who's going to choose the letters?" Ni-ki remarked. "Oh, or should we use the punching machine? Should the lowest score lose?"
"Sounds good!" The boys started rage-baiting Sunoo by telling him he could start thinking of letters right away, as if he couldn't beat them. And Ni-ki even reassured him that Jay only got 100 points with his foot.
"Sunoo-ya, don't listen to them!" Inna said. "They're just sore losers."
"You could always volunteer to be on meal duty then," Y/N retorted, bringing her wine glass to her lips. "That way, we can all sleep in."
"Even if you were the chosen one, you'd still sleep in, and we'd end up eating air!" The young woman giggled, admitting it was quite true.
"Okay!"
"Okay, let's cheer!" They all extended their glasses to the center of the table, the glass clinking with the others in a loud chime.
"To Enhypen!"
"And to Ivory!"
"May this weekend bring us lots of memories!"
"Fighting!"
"Fighting, everyone."
They drank in silence until Jake laid it on thick. "Gambarimasu."
Y/N choked on her sip of wine, Heeseung patted her back as they all started laughing at this sudden interjection. The meal ended on this joyful note. After clearing the table so they wouldn't have to do it later, they went down to the basement to gather around the punching machine.
Who would be on meal duty and considered the weakest member? Certainly not Inna and Y/N, who intended to show what they were capable of! Sunoo was the first to take on a wobbly Rookie track sung by his members. He made a nice score of 573, which made the group scream, hoping they could beat him without a problem.
Y/N leaned against the wall and watched the boys hit the punching bag, not hesitating to stare at their arms contracting with effort, most of them in tank tops. Inna elbowed her to snap her out of her contemplation with a smirk. "Come on, noona!" Ni-ki smiled, handing her the glove. "You can do it!"
"Don't scream, don't scream!" she said to an invisible crowd. "I can't kiss everyone!"
"You're ridiculous," Inna said as the boys laughed. Her friend stuck her tongue out at her, then got into position.
"Okay. I can do this."
"You can do it, babe!" her leader shouted. "Think of your ex! That dirty dog who cheated on you! I know manager-nim stopped you from hitting him, but imagine that ball is his big stupid head!"
"Yeah, right, that bastard!" Y/N delivered a beautiful right hook to the punching bag, the score quickly rose on the screen, stopping at 731. She raised her arms, greeting her imaginary audience under the boys' applause.
Inna positioned herself last, tying with Sunoo, both designated as on meal duty. Especially since, to quote "I don't trust a man in the kitchen" according to Inna and her bad experience with her brothersâŠ
To designate the third member of this lunch trio, Sunoo and Inna had the honor of making their members run all over the house in search of objects starting with the letter T. Sunghoon knocked a coffee table over on his head, very sexy. Y/N saved herself thanks to a box of tea found in her bag, and Jungwon unfortunately lost, deprived of a sleep-in the next day.
Y/N almost killed them all when they massacred the rules of Uno, the boys almost didn't see the light of day⊠They all went to put on their pajamas to go to bed in the makeshift dormitory, two mattresses had been brought in to accommodate everyone, the mattresses set up next to each other to form a square.
Jay shared a mattress with Ni-ki, Jake with Jungwon, Inna with Sunoo, and Y/N was the only one sharing a three-person mattress with Heeseung and Sunghoon, sandwiched between them. "I have a feeling I'm going to have a good night," she smiled.
"Why?" Inna asked.
"Because I have Sunghoon's strong muscles to protect me from monsters and Heeseung's pretty face to have sweet dreams with me," Y/N giggled, pulling the duvet up to her chin.
The room erupted in laughter as the two concerned turned away to hide their smiles and the redness on their cheeks. They had trouble falling asleep from laughing at Jay's fake snoring, but exhaustion eventually won out.
The next morning, the morning was already well underway when sleep gradually left their bodies and they woke up. It was quite warm in the room because of the spring heat, and most of the duvets had been abandoned during the night.
Inna sat up, rubbing her eyes with one hand before her gaze fell on her friend. A snicker escaped her as she turned her head toward the camera.
Y/N was trapped between Heeseung and Sunghoon, who had unconsciously moved closer to her during the night. Heeseung was facing her, having slid down on the mattress in his sleep so that his head rested against her chest. As for Sunghoon behind her, one arm was resting under her neck and the other around her waist, his face pressed against her nape.
Inna shook Sunoo by the shoulder, the young man had just bumped his head against the headboard, and he looked at his members, giggling. One by one, they woke up, except for the trio dead to the world.
Inna, Sunoo, and Jungwon got out of bed to go prepare breakfast, leaving the others to emerge at their own pace. Across from Sunghoon, Jake reached out to tickle his toes, and the young man quickly pulled his foot away as he woke up.
Lifting his head, his hair all over the place, he noticed the position he was in with Y/N, Heeseung still asleep on her other side. "Sleep well, hyung?" Ni-ki teased as the Ice Prince sat up, releasing her.
"Very." The eldest mumbled in his sleep, finally pulling away from Y/N to roll onto his back. His eyebrows furrowed as he struggled to open his eyes.
"Welcome back," Jay chuckled.
"What time is it�"
"Time to tell you that you and Hoon used Y/N as your plushie tonight," Jake said.
Heeseung glanced at Sunghoon, who held back a smile. Movement came from Y/N's side, and they fell silent, the young woman stretched her arms above her head to stretch her still-sleepy muscles. Her t-shirt rode up slightly over her stomach, drawing their eyes to that little patch of skin.
She blindly reached out for her phone, turned it on, and was blinded by the screen's light. Seeing the time, she let her face fall back into her pillow. "Y/N-nie, wake up," Jay laughed as he stood up.
"Too earlyâŠ"
"It's almost eleven. Inna, Jungwon, and Sunoo must have finished preparing lunch." At the mention of food, the young woman sat up, flattening her hair as much as possible to look presentable before getting up, stumbling out of bed to be the first one downstairs.
Laughing, the boys followed her downstairs, where Inna, Sunoo, and Jungwon were preparing food, a delicious smell wafting from the kitchen. "I'm starving!" Y/N exclaimed.
"I was sure of it," her friend exasperated, slapping her hand when she tried to grab a piece of dough. A pan of tomato pasta, Jake's pizza, pork slices, and Sunghoon's salmon took center stage on the table. Y/N had ended up seated at the end of the table, nibbling on a slice of pizza.
"Who wants a sandwich?" Ni-ki asked. "No one wants a sandwich?"
"I'm okay."
"Ni-ki-ya, I want one of your sandwiches!" Y/N called out, raising her hand. "Make me one, please!"
"Okay, noona!"
"You literally ate half the pasta, and you still have room for a sandwich?" Inna exasperated.
"Yeah! Sunoo, your pasta was delicious!"
"Thank you, noona! I'm glad you liked it!"
Y/N stuck out her tongue when Inna called her a glutton and ignored her. Ni-ki set a sandwich down in front of Jake and then two plates in front of the young woman. Y/N stood up to let him sit in her spot, then settled back onto his lap due to a lack of chairs.
She grabbed her sandwich and took a big bite, shaking her head. "That's so good, Ni-ki! Thanks."
"Seriously, you'd marry a burger if you could," Inna exasperated.
"Right now, I'm thinking of marrying this sandwich."
"How about marrying the one who made the sandwich?" Ni-ki suggested with a sideways smile. She started laughing, bumping him with her shoulder as he chuckled, his members rolling their eyes.
After this delicious breakfast that looked more like lunch, some went to get ready, and others like Jay and Ni-ki went back to lie down. Y/N was in one of the bathrooms taking a shower, humming under her breath. It was obviously one of the only rooms without cameras.
She spun around when the door opened, she and Sunoo staring at each other in silence before he slammed the door shut, a hand over his eyes. He shouted apologies, apologizing over and over before the sound of his footsteps faded down the hall. Well, at least they'd broken the ice.
Sunoo burst into the room where Jay and Ni-ki were dozing, Heeseung playing on his Switch in bed. "What's wrong with you?" Jay yawned.
"I went to the bathroom to get ready, but Y/N was already taking a shower! I'll never be able to look her in the face again!"
"You saw her naked?" Heeseung laughed, lowering his Switch.
"Do you know many people who shower dressed, hyung?! Of course I saw her naked!!" Sunoo fell silent and turned crimson when Y/N entered the room, a towel wrapped around her body to look for her things. "Noona, I'm so so sorry. I swear I didn't know you were already there!"
"Don't worry, Sunoo-ya," she chuckled. "It's okay. I'm used to it with girls. Even if they don't run away screaming."
"That does sound like Sunoo hyung," Ni-ki snickered. Sunoo lunged at him as they started pillow fighting, Y/N snorting as she grabbed her swimsuit and left the room.
Once that incident was forgotten, Jake, Sunghoon, and Jungwon tried fishing one more time while the others were on the terrace or the balcony. Jay was contemplating the view when he looked down, choking on his saliva.
"FuckâŠ"
Ni-ki and Heeseung followed his gaze, their eyes widening as they saw Y/N walk through the patio door, wearing a floral bikini whose ties rested on her hips. She laid her towel on a lounger, pulling her hair up into a bun before dipping her toe in the water to test the temperature.
Inna appeared behind her, also in a swimsuit but still wearing shorts, and slipped behind her to push her. The young woman fell into the pool with a loud splash, surfacing, sputtering. "INNA!"
Her friend ran away laughing hysterically, preferring to join the fishing group. Y/N, who hadn't wanted to wet her freshly washed hair from that very morning, had just seen her blowout vanish. She ran her hands over her face to wipe the water droplets caught in her lashes, looking up to see Heeseung, Jay, Sunoo, and Ni-ki appear in swimsuits.
The production had still asked them to wear t-shirts to go in the water, whereas Y/N was herself in a full bikini. Double standard⊠"I see you didn't wait for us to dive in," Heeseung smiled, walking down the steps.
"Inna pushed me! Tomorrow I'm waking her up with a cannonball."
"I'll make sure not to share her mattress then," Jay snickered.
Ni-ki came back with a ball, jumping into the water and splashing them. They passed it around the pool, Y/N and Sunoo lying on two inflatable mattresses, discussing what they had planned for tomorrow, their true last full day here.
The others came back empty-handed from fishing, quickly changing to join them. Inna tipped Y/N off her mat, and she got revenge by splashing her from head to toe. "What if we had a battle?" Jake suggested. "Y/N gets on my shoulders, and another duo faces us!"
"Yeah!"
"Good idea!"
Jake submerged himself underwater to let the young woman settle on his shoulders, the young man surfacing by gripping her thighs. His hands rested on her wet hair, pushing it back to let her see clearly.
Jungwon climbed onto Sunghoon's shoulders, who grunted under the effort, the leader retorting that he wasn't that heavy. Y/N and Jungwon faced each other, grabbing each other's hands.
"And go!" Jay shouted.
They tried to push each other amid their members' cheers, trying to knock the other off Jake's and Sunghoon's shoulders, who held firm. The Australian's fingers dug into the flesh of her thighs, keeping her steady.
Jungwon pushed her hard backward, the young woman almost toppling, but Jake brought her forward again, Y/N bumping the leader, who dragged Sunghoon down with him. The duo celebrated their victory, Y/N sliding off Jake's shoulders as he caught her in his arms.
"Team Australia wins!" she exclaimed.
"You lost!"
Sunghoon pushed the hair out of his eyes as he surfaced, his black tank top clinging to his torso like a second skin. Y/N let her gaze slide over his muscles, moving up to his face to find him already looking at her with a smile.
Jay cooked them another delicious dinner. They drank a bit during the meal but were fairly reasonable, unlike what would follow⊠They pretended to go to bed for the cameras before getting back up, handing their mic packs to the staff, who left the house. They could finally have fun alone.
Y/N had a glass of whiskey in hand, sitting between Jungwon and Heeseung, who had an arm around her shoulders. To start the evening, they played card games that quickly degenerated, knowing the boys, and the girls weren't any better.
Y/N and Inna jumped from their seats when they beat Jake and Sunoo, the young woman bursting out laughing when she saw Ni-ki tumble headfirst off the couch over the backrest. She caught him by the belt of his pajama pants to pull him back onto the sofa, the maknae collapsing onto her, his cheeks pink from the alcohol.
"Bro, are you going to call that guy who flirted with you at the bar yesterday?" Inna hiccupped.
"Don't know, he was cute," she smiled, playing with Ni-ki's hair.
"Does your agency care if you have boyfriends?" Sunghoon asked.
"They don't care as long as it stays private and doesn't cause scandals."
"Like, have you ever had one-night stands?" Ni-ki asked innocently, lifting his head slightly from Y/N's shoulder.
She sketched a smile, looking down at him, sliding her fingers through his ash-colored locks, which gave him goosebumps. "Maybe."
Inna giggled as the boys exchanged silent glances. They put away the cans and glasses of alcohol, ready to go to sleep. Y/N hung back a little while the others went upstairs.
She was in the kitchen having a drink when Jake leaned against the counter beside her. "I didn't expect this trip to be so enjoyable," he admitted.
"Why? Because a trip between a boy group and a girl group would be weird?"
"Well, fans might have thought that, or even you guys might have been more⊠reserved to keep up appearances."
"'Reserved' isn't in our vocabulary," Y/N chuckled, turning to him. "Actually, 'shy,' 'serious,' and 'calm' don't exist for us. It's more 'chaotic and messy.'"
"I noticed," he smiled. Jake reached out to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear, his hand lingering on her cheek. The young woman saw his eyes darting between hers and her lips.
It must be said that Jake was particularly cute with his tousled hair and slightly red cheeks from the alcohol. Anyone would have fallen for him in her place. Their lips met in a passionate kiss that took their breath away.
Maybe that last whiskey had been one too many, but Y/N didn't care at that moment. Jake's mouth on hers, his broad palms on her hips, and his body pressed against hers mattered more.
Jake lifted her to set her down on the kitchen counter, the cold surface contrasting with her warm skin. The young man trailed his kisses down her neck, nibbling her skin in places as his hands continued their descent toward her thighs.
"Can I? Please, baby, can I touch you?" She nodded with a moan, and Jake slid her panties down her legs, stuffing them into his shorts' back pocket. He dropped to his knees before her, making her heart skip a beat.
His breath is hot against her wetness, and Y/N throws her head back, trapping her lower lip between her teeth to stifle a moan when he gives her a first lick. Her fingers clench on the marble countertop while her other hand grips his hair.
Jake eats her out like a starved man, his tongue tracing her intimacy up to her clitoris, sending countless shivers of pleasure through her. The young woman does her best to stay quiet, swallowing her moans behind her lips.
Her head falls back against the cabinet behind her, ignoring the pain, completely forgotten in the face of the pleasure Jake is giving her. "Well, well, welllâŠ"
Y/N opens her eyes in panic, meeting Heeseung's gaze as he leans on the kitchen island, watching them with a smirk. Jake glances over his shoulder, his fingers tightening around the young woman's thighs when she tries to pull back.
"You could have invited me," Heeseung smiled, stepping forward.
"Go away, hyung," Jake grumbled.
"I don't think so." A smirk stretches Heeseung's lips as he kneels beside Jake, nudging him with his shoulder. "You could share, Jaeyun. Right, jagiya?"
Her breath catches in her throat as they both look at her, and Y/N feels the blush rising to her cheeks. She nods without a word, and Heeseung shoots a victorious look at Jake, who rolls his eyes.
Jake ignores his friend and resumes his activity between her thighs, lifting one of her thighs onto his shoulder for more room. Heeseung chuckles and places kisses from the top of her knee to the inside of her thigh, his hand sliding under her t-shirt, caressing her flank to reach her chest and cup one of her breasts.
Y/N claps her hand over her mouth to stifle a cry of pleasure when Heeseung's tongue joins Jake's on her intimacy. They're practically making out between her legs, her wetness coating their chins and lips.
Her hands grip their hair to pull them closer to her as tears of pleasure well at the corners of her eyes. That knot in her lower belly only tightens, threatening to explode at any moment. Heeseung hooks his hand behind her knee to lift her leg, and her eyes roll back when he focuses on her clitoris and Jake pushes his tongue inside her, working in perfect tandem.
She finally reaches orgasm, her entire body tensing as they both prolong her climax until she pushes them away from overstimulation. Heeseung and Jake stand up, satisfied with themselves. Y/N struggles to catch her breath, sliding off the counter onto her trembling legs.
"If you're done, maybe you can continue this in the bedroom with us instead of keeping noona to yourselves?" All three turn their heads toward Jungwon, who stands there, arms crossed over his bare chest, and Y/N blushes faintly under his gaze. "Also, you're lucky the cameras aren't filming anymore, because I doubt that would have been good for you, seeing you eating noona out. Inna noona went to sleep in the basement because she was too hot in the bedroom, so⊠If you'll kindly make your way to the bedroom."
Jungwon steps back and gestures the way with his arm. Heeseung and Jake exchange a smile, wiping their mouths, and Y/N clings to the eldest's neck when he lifts her into his arms.
The bedroom door opens and closes behind them, the key locking the door echoing in the lock. Jay, Sunghoon, Sunoo, and Ni-ki wait patiently, knowing full well what had happened in the kitchen.
Heeseung set Y/N down on the bed, the young woman propping herself up on her elbows to gaze at them. "I guess the night is just beginning," Sunghoon smiled.
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âź â âæŠèŠâšŸ pearl bite restores the smiles of vampires and humans alike, folks travelling nationwide to attain results from the man and myth himself, park sunghoon. running a successful dental practice isn't easy, long hours invested and feeding schedules sidelined. luckily for him, you've never been one to forget.
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âââexplicit content â smut (mdni)ăheavy mentions of blood & biting/feeding (sunghoon feeds from the reader during sex)ăcondescending dom!sunghoonăsub!readerăestablished relationshipăhints of brat & brat tamer dynamicsădegradation/humiliationăvaginal fingeringăhandjobăsemi public sexăexhibitionismăbreath playăunprotected sex (don't do this)ăcreampieăhints of pain kinkăhung!hoonăsize & bulge kinkăslight praise & cryingăreference to marking/beard burnăan attempt at some fluff and angst..petnames used: perfect/sweet girlăprincess.ââł.list
âź â âäŸżæĄâšŸ so...how about them vampire brand drops? đ the teasers released so far feel really fun but are so polished and align so well wih enha's vampire concept! their creative team always has my heart. they definitely have my heart for this concept alone, which...i wrote because my other wips were mocking me đ perhaps imposter syndrome will give me a break the next time i visit them, but for now, enjoy this corner of my brain :3 haven't written about vampires before, so a lot of creative freedom is taken here! let your imagination run free and as always, much loveeee! <333
Downtown is abuzz, springtime bringing out lifeforms in their fullest, humans on a leisurely stroll and vampires in their element, nightfall cast to upheave the sluggishness of day, canines bared and timeless beauty arresting. On the way to your destination, a concrete jungle of scaffolding and pets on leashes, you stop at an intersection. Cars zoom, traffic lights ticking down until they turn green again. The road, a blur of cars would usually have your attention, if not for the huge billboard plastered above the pizzeria and jazz bar just ahead.Â
Pearl Bite: A bloodless white, a perfect smile.Â
Your own faux canines show, tongue run beneath their point as your eyes dazzle at the advert. Specifically, the creator and model for Pearl Bite â your one and only boyfriend.Â
College sweethearts, Sunghoon describes your romance as a sneaky attack on your behalf, nothing but his passion on his mind, only to be derailed. The brilliance of your smile, the heartiness of your laugh, your endless glow he couldn't shy away from. The next century is meant to build upon his newly-found interest in dentistry, open his own practice with amassed generational wealth and give back to his community. His initial plan only accounts for vampires, at the mercy of many cycled conversations of blood-stained fangs and how there's no vampire-equivalent for teeth-whitening. Then he meets you, unknowingly opens himself up more to the human experience, recognizes how they can differ vastly from his own, yet share so many similarities.Â
You're the most selfless person he knows, a long-line of people served before you're last in line. Amongst the juggle of others' needs and aspirations, yours kind of included somewhere, he learns you're a product of everything you've ever loved and suffered from too. In the months passing too quick for his liking - still toeing the line of friendship(ish) - you bare yourself to him in the late night diner you work at.Â
The one he walks you home from, drinks the shitty coffee because you've brewed it. The things vampires do for love.
In a dim corner booth, your chin perches on your folded arms, fingers drumming against a table you're yet to clean and are honestly too tired to at this point. It's been non-stop shifts packed into a never-ending semester, and whilst your job's meant to supplement your means of living, it also serves another purpose.Â
"I owe my mom everything," you start, the bat of your lashes turning Sunghoon into a statue, knowing what's to come yet unsure. Uncertain how to proceed. "No matter how little we had to our name, she always made sure I was taken care of. That if one of us was happy, it was always me,"
Your nose twitches, eyes glossy with a sigh coming from trembling lips. A vague crack sounds in his chest.Â
He wishes his hand had the kind of warmth you'd lean into.Â
"Losing her best friend, and in a way, losing me â has brought her to her knees," your fingers drum, pupils shaking as you will your tears to only exist before your waterline. "I'm doing as much as I can, but there's only so much to do from across the country. I can't check in on her and the house between lectures, I can't pay for anything medical other than some lousy insurance, I can't transfer that weight to myself,"
"Because at least then, it wouldn't be her burden to bear."Â
The welled emotions in your chest demand you to straighten, more space for lungs to expand and when stray tears fall, you can only exhale, elbows propped to the table to wipe them away. Your hand falls to the surface in perfect timing, searing skin meeting a cool, steady palm. You're just as still as him, the thump of your heart felt in Sunghoon's fingertips, all the way through to his ears ringing with its race. Only empathy occupies him, remnants of a life before immortality tethering you two together by more than held hands, the quiet compassion he delivers sticking with you forever.Â
Time has since passed, that corner booth a bittersweet memory. In spite of long-carried pain, you and your mom see brighter days â graduation, your first adult job, the return of her smile. Depression has a way of mystifying the future ahead of you, the present clouded in miserable, inescapable grey clouds. To push on takes all the more effort, so things start to give â sleep, appetite and the wither of everything else. While she's managed to pick herself up by the aid of you and others, your mom still holds a keepsake she'd rather do without. A dimmed smile you're doing your best to help restore. But in a household where annual doctor's trips are rare, the luxury doesn't come easy. And by the time you're examining what other expenses to cut back on, Sunghoon pitches his latest project.Â
Pearl Bite, for humans and vampires alike.Â
Endless trials, modifications, moulds that have bitten the dust and brave participants that bring his dream into fruition. Only now, his dream accounts for not only you, but your mother. Additional modules and clinicals to fit in the study of human teeth, revitalizing the last part of a past your mother is moving forward from. And when everything's said and done, your mother instinctively cowers from the mirror before she weeps, holding onto Sunghoon with a life force as gratitude soaks into his white coat. In the corner, his eyes find you, the water-lined tears in your eyes like then, now reflecting the kind of appreciation and love he knows is priceless.Â
Pearl Bite takes off, his humble practice fighting to accommodate for the onslaught of patients he tries helping. People come from far and wide, all with a story that picks at their nails and prompts reluctance when it comes time for Sunghoon's inspection. Overbites, plaque, shaven-down fangs, blood stains â the list goes on. However, their reluctance is all but forgotten once he commits himself to their well-being, a sigh of relief filling his mask before he hands over what feels like a magic mirror, sorrow turning into happiness. One practice isn't enough, not for endless clients, or aspiring dentists with the same aspirations. Multiple dot themselves across the country, his time split between sights he flies to (your stomach still drops whenever both your feet leave the ground). He has a line of products, an alternative solution for those he cannot meet and to no surprise, it takes off. You climb your own career ladder, finding something just as meaningful and building your life together with the man who saved yours and your mother's smile.Â
His practice bustles as it always does, a mixture of clients flipping through magazines or sharing stories in the waiting room. To his assistance, you wave, your presence always welcome when your schedules align. In the hall leading to his office, your head nods at more waiting patients, smile brimmed in manner with a glance at the clock.Â
It's feeding time.Â
A flutter in your chest disturbs the peace you've maintained for the day's majority, current sparked as your palm meets the door handle of his office, shallowly pulled to the side only to let yourself in. No one occupies the dental unit, spotlight tucked away with the space sterilised and clean, its sleek hues of white, grey and muted baby blue burrowing comfort in your chest. Attempts to slow the rabbit Sunghoon hears, a heartbeat so attuned to he forgoes his inventory count and goes to filter back into the main room, surprise alight in his eyes as he's urged back.Â
"I didn't know you were coming," his voice carries the sentiment, the half-hearted draw of his inventory's door schemed behind you.Â
Innocence brims in your smile nonetheless, arms strung around him as his hands fall to your waist, steady and firm.Â
"You forgot your dinner."
"Dinner?" a lone eyebrow raises, the slope of his nose in full view as his head turns to the mini fridge metres away. "I should have enough blood bags forâ"Â
Your nails rake through his nape hairs once and for all, stepping back before you haul yourself on the counter space he'd been working so diligently on, showcasing the dinner he's seemingly left behind.
You.Â
No one would bat an eyelash at the length of your skirt, a conservative length if not for an extra long stride â the cross of your legs â where skin reveals itself, blemishing with incessant teeth marks, beard burn and a mouth pulling into a disbelieving smile as you reveal yourself to him, making sure to crane your neck enough to hint at the location of his last feed.Â
"So," mischief lives in the lines of your smirk, your own canines peeking through in an ask. "Will you finish what you started?"Â
With centuries spent living amongst vampires and humans, you'd think Sunghoon would have some know-how. Predict the patterns humans have made of themselves, ingrained in wired DNA passed down from generation to generation. Yet, you always seem to surprise him. Bring the disbelieving and amused laughter out his huffing chest, his proximity drawn closer as his hands staple on either side of your thighs, skirt material bunched in your lap, goosebump-riddled from the arctic temperature of his office.Â
His eyes burn with a dial of lust, iris colouring into a wine hue before his pupils swallows the field whole, gaze flickered between your eyes and lips.Â
"This is risky," he notes, nosing along your jaw. The instinct to give your neck away wears him down more than you'll know. "Anyone could come in and see us. Hear us,"Â
He deserts the raised skin trail he's created from slight grazes alone, satisfaction on his lips as he creates space to marvel at the mess you're boiling down to.Â
"But that's what gets you off, right?" his fangs show, his grin too amused and cocky to shield them, his head tilted to only emphasis his point. "Just can't keep your pretty moans to yourself."Â
Air fills your lungs through a nasal inhale, chest slumping with a gulp audible to your own ears. You'd waltzed in here first, you can't lose control just yet.Â
You bring yourself closer to the counter's edge, skirt riding up further to expose hints of lace, knowing it'll do nothing but torment him. Taunt him as his canine and lower teeth toy with an inner piece of his check, restraint tested.
"Come on, you haven't fed in days," he's standing straighter, hands off the counter. He's close enough though, the perfect distance for your leg to hook at his lower back and draw him in, your hand waiting before his length eventually throbs in your palm, your grin a work of sin as you peer up at him with dark magic eyes. "I know you're hungry."Â
Control is commanded, and to some extent, Sunghoon submits. Lets you carry out your charade, allows the concept of power to exist in your frame of mind. However, deep down, you both know. Undeterred, Sunghoon lets you palm his growing erection, smirking like it doesn't turn him on. Like he doesn't give your hand one grind, starved for friction.Â
His hand raises to outline the shell of your ear with his fingertip, pleased with the shiver erupting down your spine.Â
"Funny how blood and sex are so intertwined," he leads, voice husky as his eyes fall to yours again, standing their ground. "For you, especially."
It's meant to be a call out. In some measure, you suffer from its consequences, prickly skin and heated cheeks. However, you've been with Sunghoon long enough to quit playing shy. You plan to spend eternity with him too, it's only natural you reward him with your honesty.
"It's another layer of intimacy," the sweetness of your words juxtapose your actions, palm firm against his shaft as your thumb glides over his tip in sweet, torturous motions, smile stretching at the waver of his breath. You cock your head, a call for attention. "Wouldn't you agree?"
He's close like this now, shuffled to you in a tighter circle of your hooked legs, the column of his throat licked. The grain of stubble against your tongue hums your pleasure into his skin, his own mirrored sound coming when your teeth nibble on the teased skin.
"Hmph," he groans, losing focus. Losing to you. "I do, but my mind can't help but wonder,"Â
Further words peaks your interest, Sunghoon's hand settling across your neck, face further away as he handles you for his viewing pleasure. His other set of knuckles push his glasses up his nose bridge, chin lifted as he looks at you through low eyes, the quiet but hard thump of your pulse meeting the pad of his thumb.
"If it's the euphoric high you're starved for," Sunghoon's thumb moves over the tender skin, thump gaining traction as you attempt withstanding his complete read of you. "Or maybe it's the slight pain,"Â
Through the time you've known Sunghoon, you've only ever known him to be humble. No matter what feat he reaches, trait or skill he posses and displays, he'll pretend as if it's not his own. Won't gloat, won't brag â except for times like these.Â
When he's got you right where he wants, his fangs pinpoint on your skin between the fan of his thumb, your heartbeat the equivalent of being chased.Â
You hear his smirk first before you see it, space created again as his eyes cannot be without your sight for too long.Â
"Which one is it?"
The hand that'd been palming him arrests the counter's edge, knuckles burning white in an act of self-restraint. Control you're being frayed to abandon, a harsh run of your tongue on the back of your teeth as your other leg hooks behind him, nowhere to hide as your hip roll to meet his, a grind you see chipping away at him.
Pressure adds to the grasp on your neck â a test to you too.Â
"Wouldn't you like to know."Â
Again, that almost incredulous yet amused chuckle meets your ears, this time more mocking as Sunghoon's tongue pokes his inner cheek, his eyes bleeding over with an intensity you've only been anticipating.
"I'll find out either way," one corner of his lip lifts, small but all-knowing. "Spread your legs."Â
The last thing you'll do is indulge him, even if your body aches for him in the worst way â bone deep, lust sinking in your body like an anchor. You're already pressed against him, the friction of few layers a blessing in disguise for someone as insatiable as you are. This, you can do with. The same can't be said for Sunghoon, who in the questioning look he gives you, your smile extends â a slice of heaven and a lot of hell.Â
"What's with the attitude?" he chuckles, one last squeeze against the sides of your neck to make you squeak. The departures paves the way for his impatience, enough strength to pry your crossed ankles apart. "Didn't you want this all along? Treated the way you are in my office because you couldn't wait?"
You can't compete against an immortal, his strength bending your body to his will, thighs braced against the arctic counter top. Spread to his liking.Â
"Ah, that's why," it's the second time in such little time you've heard him smirk, a more evil moon crescent shape to his eyes as he marvels between your legs. Specifically, the wetness that's soaked through the flimsy fabric. "It's okay, I want you just as much."Â
A gentle kiss is pressed to your forehead, because your ego has its' moments, bruising like a peach. You could huff, turn away from the supposed affection he gives you, but he's quicker. A peck to the tip of your nose and happiness in the light chuckle he does afterwards.Â
Then, when you're looking at him again, albeit reluctantly, he smiles regardless. Cups your cheeks, holding you as if porcelain and kisses you. Soft and pillowy, lingering to savour the simple press of flesh, a slow and sweet swirl back into desire. Melting in his cold grasp, you move in patterns known to each other, the audacity to start pulling away breathing a snicker between your lips, his smile against your lips after he's chased them, your own introduced moments later.Â
He picks you apart in the most delicate way, undoing you with adoring kisses and assured hands, consuming you with every breath he steals, hands of desperation hinging themselves against his arms. Sunghoon kisses you as if it's your last, with deeper meaning coming from the lifetimes he's lived, your bottom lip between his teeth as he tugs gently.Â
A move applicable to everyone. Doing its worst to you.Â
While other teeth tease, his fangs threaten, a harsher skim against the flesh your breath hitches at, a swipe of his tongue meant to soothe, only to fuel the fire burning in you.Â
While his hands no longer cradle your face, he kisses you without fault. Pouring affection into the tender overlap of lips, the only thing you manage to do is lift your hips as his hands tug your panties down your legs, tucked away in his back pocket as a souvenir. If you weren't so dazed, you'd make fun of him, like when you'd felt his cock kick when you'd started kissing, the venture of your tongue making him sigh a stuttered breath.Â
Smacked lips and laboured breaths no longer only occupy the office/closet space, abundance of slick lapped up on the span of two fingers, the most piled on Sunghoon's fingertips as they tease your entrance, thumb doing slow circles against your clit.Â
Fingers carding through his hair, your breath stutters in his mouth. Whines and huffed whimpers bleed into his kiss-stained lips as his fingers push in with no resistance, welcomed as your walls conform to their shape. He stretches you with the scissors of his fingers, the stretch simmering with a touch of discomfort, grinding down to blooming pleasure as you yield, his fingers 'curl pushed into the spot making you see stars.Â
"Think I'll give your thighs a break," Sunghoon whispers, your tongue dipped into the curve of his lips. "All those hickeys and beard burn can't be good for you â too much friction,"Â
"N-not enough," you wail, running feverishly hot and without any care, bucking your hips helplessly. "Want â more."Â
"I've made you such a greedy thing, haven't I?" he murmurs, humming at all the sounds you reward him with â vulnerable moans, sloppy kisses you try giving but it's no use. You're gone, in too deep to realise the moment you'd walked into his office, your fate had been sealed.Â
Other points deserve attention, is Sunghoon's thought process as he leaves your lips with one last slow kiss, saliva strung between your quivering lips before he peppers his way down your chin, up the curve of your jaw and stops right below your earlobe. You know where he'll go next and it sends a buzz through your every cell, makes you tremble and shake. And before your brain can catch up to the signs, Sunghoon knows too.
Hears the chaos of your heart, the disarray of your pulse and plays along.
"Haven't even got to your neck and you're leaking all over my fingers," he muses, a peck smacked onto the dipped skin before his teeth catch onto the fleshy part, a fang punctured close to where your lone piercing is. An automatic response is relayed by your body. "Squeezing my fingers for all their worth, huh?"
Lolled to the side, a partial part in purpose but the other because your head's swarmed in haziness, twice its weight from Sunghoon consuming you, his non-beating heart having the decency to not prolong your long-awaited ask. He descends, inches but makes his way with the tread of his teeth down your neck column.Â
"What happened to that little attitude of yours, sweet girl?" he asks, the squelch and twitch of your body unearthing a rarity in condescending nature. "Did I fingerfuck it out of you, hm? You wanna be my good girl now?"
You nod hard enough to feel the jumble of your brain, cut up into pieces and free-floating in your zero-gravity headspace.Â
"You know nods won't do," he's there. The exact spot he feeds from, and it's maddening. The release of adrenaline, the rabbit chase your heart does, nails scraping into marble.Â
He noses along the mark, a momentary pause noting how gone he is for you too, intoxicated at the mere scent of your blood before everything crumbles, his willpower the only thing standing as he pries away, looking you in your eyes as he says,Â
"Let me hear you say it, princess."Â
"I'llâI'll be good," the words slosh in your mouth, lips pressed to muffle your desperate squeaks. "I justâjust let me come please?"Â
"I'm no animal," dark laughter licks up your spine, stuck in its slouch as Sunghoon's rhythm picks up, fingertips knocking deepest in you, your jaw pried open in silent surprise. "I couldn't deprive you if I tried."Â
"Come on, sweet girl," he comes closer, fresh linen scent engulfing you as a kiss lays upon your temple. "The quicker you let go, the faster you get my cock."Â
The quicker he'll feed.Â
The mere thought is almost like magic, contracting your walls in an impossible squeeze as the coil in your stomach sizzles at the tips of your toes, shooting up to burst through every avenue â every pore â of your body. Detonating right in the palm of his hand, he kisses your wails away until they subside, fingers working you until you're twitchy and overly sensitive, glossy eyed yet itching to unbutton his slacks.Â
"Impatience will get you hurt," is his later comment, letting you mess with the buckle of his belt, metallic clashes resonating through the room. Dripping more slick onto his office counter. "So rushed when you'll struggle taking me."
The last notch of his zipper sounds louder than the rest, your head snapped in his direction. "Now, that you can't mock me for,"Â
Your eyes drop down to the heavy bulge imprinting through his briefs and slacks, hoping his eyes follow along.Â
"I take your literal monster cock like a champ, thank you."Â
"Give or take."Â
You kiss your teeth, knowing better but still cursing at him in your head.
"Whatever," your eyes roll, pushing enough of his waistband down to get your hand around his cock. Barely, but it's not of the essence. What is is the need his tip heats with, generous precome beaded in his slit your thumbs runs over. A hiss releases in spite of his efforts, met with the cockiness of your grin. "You're the one who needs me here,"Â
"Blood bags only taste so good," you drawl, pulling him out to get a better handle of his length. Head ducked to dribble spit on his skin as makeshift lube, enveloped by your palm in a mixture with precome as your hand comes up and twists up his veined shaft. Now it's his turn for braced hands on the counter's edge, his grip strong enough to snap the marble in two. The thought ignites lightning in your stomach.Â
Your mouth gets the chance for payback â hovering over the shell of his pointed one, a lapsed breath released in the anticipation of your words. The slow, tight jerk of your hand. "And none can get you off, soâŠ"Â
A huff of defeat â still humoured â sounds past your shoulder, Sunghoon's back muscles flexing through the white coat ruffling as he pushes off the table, hair slicked back back as his fingers run through dark strands, his pale features accented with a pretty rosy tint.Â
Lips swollen with kisses. Skin glittering in the low light.
"You're annoying," his hands swats away yours, his focal point you as your figure reflects in the honey sweet hue of his eyes. "I love you."Â
"Love you tâah!"
Sunghoon had knocked your knees further apart, lined himself with your entrance and now, starts to slide his length in. Ever since your last orgasm, you'd hinged on his counter for the moment his cock would stretch you out, but even if your eyes blindly followed his shifts, you'd got lost in his confession. The sheer honesty and sincerity brimming in his eyes as he said so, his last words to you before you reconnect again as one.Â
A frantic hand jumps to secure yourself on one plane of his shoulder, a sharp inhale sucking in all frigid air of his office into your shaken lungs, the bitten back moan he lets slip flooding the glide of his length, inches sparingly used. Yet the thought of being split open remains alive and well.Â
"You're good, you can take it."Â
It's one of his sentences that doesn't reek of condescension, the kind of sugary encouragement you can't help but want to do your best for, relying on your practiced methods of breathing and trying to relax. Except to accommodate to his size, you're gripping and adjusting, depleting his ability to be gentle with you. In the adjustments you make, one sentence lurks in the misty halls of his mind as he only gives as much as you can take, a hand and grazed-thumb on your hip to ground you.Â
"What I'd do to stuff your hole full of me right nowâŠ"
Luckily, he doesn't have to do anything. Living up to your words, the inches continue to disappear, the sorest sight for his centuries-vision filled eyes, shoulders coming down in relief with a mouth ajar. Your hand's over the lower half of your stomach, not exposed by your shirt, but Sunghoon knows.Â
You feel him there.Â
"Remind me," he huffs, stalling for your adjustment, the stretch as delicious as it is a dance around torture. "You take what like a champ?"
Sunghoon gets a kick out of it, this you already know. Somehow, it still makes your jaw tick, the weight cramped in you, making friends with your lower stomach is colossal, enough for an eye twitch and a sharp head turn in his direction.
"Your cock," every word spoken has a letter with a centre part, the disapproving head shake you do continued as your hips shift, leaking tip grinding up into the spongy spot you keen at. "Now move, before I fuck you."Â
Sunghoon's sorely mistaken. Painfully hard, yet he still continues â cat and mouse game too good to give up.Â
"All bark, no bite," he muses, eyes in false moon crescent, hips pulling back to offload the fill of your entrance. "Leave that to the real vampire, huh?"Â
Of course he'd leave you with that. Provide you some relief before he eases back into you again, grin shit-eating but eyes attentive, making sure this is pleasurable for you, to which it becomes. Accommodation is never easy, no matter how frequently you fuck, but he makes every grit of your teeth worth it. Falls into slow deep breaths you unknowingly follow and unwind with, moves his cock in and out at any pace you're comfortable with kisses you through it all, praises seared into the skin his lips meet.
A tempo builds, meek whimpers whispered into the hollow of his neck now barely contained moans. Your arms form a loose circle around his shoulders, the groans and whines he saves for your ears swirling a sickening pit of lust in your stomach.
"If onlyâhmph," you struggle, nails pressing into the fabric of his coat. "You put your mouth to better, fuck â use."
Past your ear, his laugh is bright. "You're bewitched,"
The smack of his pelvis against the back of your thighs teases your own teeth into his shoulder, whimpers releasing instead.Â
"Are my fangs all I'm good for?"
Turns out, you have your own timing. Comedic timing, it seems, because when you pry from him, mourning the loss of his cool skin, your eyes peer down between your legs. At the cock he uses with you as priority, a simmered sensation you unwind to, wetness drenching his length as the faint bulge of his tip makes itself known.Â
"You're good for other things too."
"Unbelievable," you hear your partner laugh, light and breathy because he's so fine-tuned to the human experience, large hands setting themselves up firm against your hips. "Now, if you will, let me do for what I'm good for."
Like you've always known him to be, he prides himself on his craft, making good of his word as he starts pistoning into you, the grind of his pelvis notching against your clit to make you squeal, his shoulders fastened to as the back of your thighs echo with your indecency. You're choking on moans, trying to keep noise to a minimal, but how can you when your vampire boyfriend knows you best? Knows what angle generates current in your body, what pace has you doubling over, holding him because the building pleasure is too immense for how contained your body feels? Knows when to flip the switch with you, the grounding presence you need or the kind that presses you into the ground.Â
"My perfect girl," he murmurs, a soothing hand cascading down the back of your head. "I'll never get over how good you feel."Â
He isn't the former for long, sheep's skin shed when your eyes start glossing over, legs hooked round his waist with your toes curled, tears of ecstasy saturating his coat's shoulder. How can he when you're basically offering yourself to him, enough distance created for your hands to support you from behind, neck craned for his taking.Â
"Is this what you're into?" he asks, the outline of his body unfair under layers of clothing as his cock stuffs you full. "Do you fantasize about being feed on because you feed off the pleasure and pain?"Â
You could consider his question, answer truthfully wherever it lies. However, you're a bit preoccupied. The one or two things he's good for working against you, reducing you to a worthless pile of mush, the same matter made of your brain, melted and spilling out your ears, hearing stifled.Â
"Answer me."Â
Your throat works, suddenly so dry with a swallow for saliva to quench some thirst, vision fuzzy as you fight off the impending doom.Â
Not now, not yet.Â
"Yes," you respond. "I'm into it becauseâ"Â
He notches himself with a particular force, one you do a withered whimper at, pupils shaking as they blow over your iris' ring.Â
"Because it's with you," your hand's on his jaw, holding him firm as you add on. "I have a you fetish."Â
"Fuck," there's a hitch in Sunghoon's thrusts, a slight hiccup when he disintegrates at your words, head hung only to come back up with the brightest smile on his face. The one you could spend eternity looking at. "You're such a tease."Â
"A pretty, sloppy, needyâ" emphasis in his stupidly seductive tone matches with the brute of his thrusts, concentrated and attuned to what'll make you break. "âtease."Â
Against your forehead, his own falls, a kiss shared as his low body temperature attempts to dial back yours, the coil in your stomach too hot for you to function.
"Good thing you're close because I am too," he nods, one last kiss before he asks. "Do I have the honours?"
It's one of the easiest yes' you'll utter.Â
"Always."Â
What you could compare the initial seconds of Sunghoon feeding from you to is a piercing. The clamminess of your palms, an escalated heart rate even if you'd mentally prepared for the moment and eyes incapable of focusing. To gain it back, your only function boils down to managing your breaths as anticipation itches beneath your skin.
Then, it happens.Â
A momentary flicker of pain, sharpened enamel piercing through skin and sinking, nestling where no vitals are endangered. It's minor, so minor it's forgotten the second after it's felt, the burst of euphoria incomprehensible. Words fail to explain the phenomenon, amounting to a standard you're on a constant chase for, bewitched as Sunghoon so lovingly puts it, him just the same â if not worse off â as he shamelessly moans at the taste, the vague waft of blood's metallic scent replaced with the blanket of his linen scent.Â
Blood and sex are so intertwined, mentioned previously by Sunghoon. And while he'd said this in response to you, the words ring truest for him, a broken moan vibrating into your skin as his hips start rutting, erratic as he surges towards his orgasm. His priority forever and always, he wedges his hand between your bodies, your clit played with to bring you to a similar pace, something like come coating your walls as you squeeze his cock one last time, a cry from your lips before you come undone.Â
Eventually, he relents, having had his fill with a pry he holds your body up for, still dazed from the aphrodisiac-like remedy in his venom to seal your skin together. When the world stops moving in separate circles, you catch sight of his fangs, coated in the rich crimson of your blood, only having the energy for a lazy smile before he sorts you two out. An eventual knock echoes at his door, Sunghoon spitting the last of Pearl Bite toothpaste out his mouth, fangs like brand new as you two feign normalcy.Â
Like he hadn't fed from you, or how his vampire-equivalent to come isn't leaking between your crossed thighs.Â
Just another day at Sunghoon's practice.Â
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âïž fairyâs note: this and this are from the same universe sort of not really but kinda? iâd recommend at least reading the first one to get have some idea what is going on. this is very much porn without plot.
the stretch youâre feeling is obscene. face down on the bed, clutching a pillow to your chest while another one is positioned under your hips to assist in keeping your ass elevated for the camera. âm-more?â you choke out, jay and the co-star you just met today ignore you for the time being, talking back and forth like youâre not even there.
sunghoon grips one of your thighs, spreading you a little wider across the wedge tucked beneath you. you only met him for the first time today, but he already seems comfortable manhandling your body into different positions at jayâs whim. your pussy clenches with anticipation around the dildo nestled snugly in your cunt. you canât see either of them but you can feel their eyes on you, the exposure of the lens boring into your bared holes.
sunghoonâs thumb traces one of your swollen petals, collecting some of the wetness gathered there while his forefinger supports the curve of your asscheek, keeping you on display. the cool air hitting your heated flesh makes your sensitive folds quiver, your inner walls constricting on instinct yet again, betraying how much your needy cunt loves being treated like this even if your mind has yet to catch up. a pathetic whine escapes you as sunghoonâs thumb dips in next to the shaft of the dildo, pressing just enough to make you feel the slight burn of being stretched further.
before you can even grasp what heâs doing, he replaces his thumb with his middle finger, pushing inside to the first knuckle despite the way your tight channel convulses in protest. you whimper weakly, mumbling under your breath that itâs âtoo muchâ as your forehead drops to the pillow. you know theyâre not listening, your stomach tightening as sunghoon works his finger a little deeper, wriggling the intrusion around before adding another one. you gasp suddenly, head snapping up again. you swear youâre trying to just âshut up and take itâ, but it hurts.
âtry to relax,â jay instructs from behind you. âiâm t-tryingâ. you grit out. you swear youâre fucking trying. âsheâs so tight.â sunghoon comments in a lower tone, clearly only addressing jay. he hasnât said much to you since you started this âsessionâ, yet he has two fingers buried in your cunt next to the dildo he inserted earlier.
still, you want to help yourself. you tilt your hips forward a little further as jay directs you to do so, sunghoonâs free hand finding the small of your back to press down insistently. thereâs something dizzying about the way he urges you into the position you were already assuming as though youâre so useless, you canât be trusted to do it yourself.
âis she pouting again?â jay asks, not to you but to sunghoon. you turn your head in the opposite direction immediately as the latter of the two peers down towards your face. âyeah.â sunghoon confirms. you hug the pillow tighter to your chest, your pussy gripping his fingers in an involuntary response to being so blatantly belittled.
âyouâre doing great, sweetheart,â jay praises smoothly, a contrast to the way sunghoonâs fingers scissor inside you, nudging the solid silicone against your side wall. you inhale suddenly through your nose, thighs twitching. âcamera loves you,â he murmurs distantly, busy focusing on getting right angle. you can visualize his brows furrowing, jaw tightening. youâre getting wetter, muscles relaxing despite yourself as sunghoon works his fingers even deeper still.
âshe likes that,â sunghoon says, curling his digits towards your sweet spot, the stimulation paired with how stretched you are making you keen, clenching hard around the invasion. âshe really likes that.â
thereâs silence between the three of you for a second, emphasizing the slick sound your pussy makes as sunghoonâs fingers press a little deeper, nudging the tip of a third next to the two already in there. you groan into the pillow, dreading what you know is coming next but you desperately try to release the tension youâre holding in your abdomen, praying itâs not going to hurt like how you can only imagine it will. âplease-â you dry sob, panting, trying frantically to steady your breath.
âwait.â jay commands. you hear the clicking of plastic and metal, sounds you assume are associated with him mounting the camera back to the tripod. sunghoon stills his movements but doesnât withdraw his fingers. you tremble, the unpredicted change of plans making your insides flutter with anxiety. they discuss something behind you, catching phrases like ânew directionâ and âwasted assetsâ. your co-star finally takes his fingers out of you, the sudden shift making you to peek over your shoulder curiously.
your view becomes the ceiling as the room spins and youâre splayed on your back across the mattress. the wedge gets repositioned beneath your back, thighs parted lewdly. sunghoon looms over you, a serious look on his face as he removes the dildo almost clinically. your pussy gapes at the loss, your hands finding your own tits in an instinctive but futile attempt to maintain modesty thatâs already long gone.
your eyes widen as sunghoon begins unbuckling his belt while jay outlines what he wants to happen. he takes the camera off its stand again, coming around to the side of the bed to test angles. your lips part, but no sound comes out. sunghoon coaxes your hands away from your chest with surprising gentleness, his palms replacing yours as he starts to knead the generous mounds. you feel even more self conscious face up like this, moving to shield your eyes instead.
âdonât do that.â jay barks from the sidelines. he can be so sweet when youâre cooperating, but youâre learning he has little patience when you donât. your arms fall limply at your sides. he reaches over, adjusting the pillow beneath your head as sunghoon releases your tits to mount you, bringing you face to face with his hard length as he grips one of your shoulders, stroking his length above you. itâs humiliating, even a little terrifying, your nose scrunching in distress. jayâs hand finds the top of your head, petting you in a way that youâre sure he imagines is comforting but is definitely not.
âpush your breasts together, tight as you can.â he tells you, while sunghoon continues to touch himself over you. his tip looks angry and red, precum starting to leak the more he rubs himself. you close your eyes and do as youâre told. âbeautiful, just like that.â jay encourages, twisting the lens to supposedly zoom in on the wanton scene playing out in front of him.
your head fills with all sorts of thoughts, shame, trepidation, humiliation, but you stuff them down as sunghoon puts his hands over yours, parting your cleavage just enough to spit between the valley of your supple breasts. he slots his thick cock between them, using his saliva as lubricant as he shifts his hips, pushing his girth forward until his creamy tip brushes your chin. itâs so humiliating and youâre so overstimulated from everything theyâve done to you so far that the tears start coming before you can even think to stop them.
âyouâre doing so well, this is perfect.â jay murmurs, catching a salty droplet with his thumb. he strokes the curve of your cheek almost tenderly before pulling back, moving towards the foot of the bed again. your empty pussy clenches around nothing, helplessly turned on by your own humiliation even if it distresses you in equal measure.
the broad head of sunghoonâs cock nudges into your chin with every thrust, forcing your head to tilt back as your spine arches beneath him. your thighs begin to shake, your body responding even without the kind of stimulation you were receiving earlier. your hips buck, seeking friction, but thereâs nothing. your tears cloud your vision, whimpering uselessly as sunghoonâs thrusts turn erratic. heâs obviously getting close and with his tip throbbing in your face, you already know whatâs coming.
jayâs touch feels like an electric shock, surprising you out of nowhere as his thumb finds your swollen clit. he rubs slow circles firmly over the sensitive nub, your legs quaking immediately. you let out a high-pitched whine, not bothering trying to fight it. youâre already so close, this last push helping you over the edge. you wail with pleasure, your arousal spilling down your inner thighs. your toes curl, ears ringing as jay mumbles praises of nothing to you through the haze.
youâre ripped out of your brief reprieve of orgasmic bliss as hot ropes of cum splatter onto your face. sunghoon suddenly lifts his hips, spurting the rest of his load onto your heaving breasts with a satisfied groan. the room is quiet except for your broken panting and the sound of both menâs equally heavy breathing. as sunghoon climbs off, you catch the faint glow of the red light on the camera, still rolling.
warnings: mdni! sexual content, dacryphilia, slight dumbification, obsessive love, gentle sex to rough sex, a lot of crying, condescending praise, slight degradation, passionate sex, p in v, unprotected sex (you already know), overstimulation, dom!heeseung.
note: this is a request ! i donât know why i decided to do this one before all the other ones. i guess i just wanted to write for heeseung and thatâs it đââïžđââïž enjoy !!
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it starts long before he ever lays a hand on you. it starts in the quiet moments where you are just watching him, feeling this terrifying ache in your chest because you realize you would let him completely ruin your life if he asked.
loving heeseung isnât exactly gentle. it is a sickness, a suffocating obsession that swallowed you whole months ago until there was nothing left of you that didn't belong to him. you track the line of his jaw, the slow rise and fall of his chest when he sleeps, the exact tone of his voice when he calls you baby. every single detail feels like a weight pressing down on your lungs.
you don't just love him. you crave him with a desperation that makes you sick to your stomach. you want to pull him under your skin, to fuse your bones with his so there is no physical space left between you. it is terrifying how much power he has over you without even trying.
and heeseung knows it.
he sees the way your eyes track his every move, the way your breath hitches when he steps into your personal space, the way you practically vibrate with the need to be touched by him. he doesn't pull away from it â he feeds on it. he loves how utterly undone you are for him, how easily he can bring you to the edge with just a heavy glance or a lingering touch. he holds your entire world in his hands and squeezes just tight enough to make you ache, knowing you will only cling to him harder for it.
it is toxic in the sweetest, most inescapable way possible. you are so consumed by the sheer magnitude of what you feel that even when things are peaceful â when his arms are wrapped around your waist and his face is buried in your neck â you are on the verge of breaking. the love is simply too big, too heavy for your body to hold.
and that emotional weight â that sickening devotion â is exactly what bleeds into the way he takes you.
sex between you two was never just physical. it is always a total undoing. a desperate collision where neither of you can ever get deep enough, close enough, or fast enough to satisfy the hunger.
heeseung has learned every single trigger in your body, but more than that, he knows your mind. he knows that the second his hands press into your waist and his weight settles over you, the dam breaks. you cry almost every single time â not from sadness or pain, but because your body literally cannot contain the sheer volume of what you feel when he is touching you. the moment he looks into your eyes, dark and entirely focused on you, the first tear always spills over.
and heeseung is completely addicted to it.
he doesn't pull back when you cry, he thrives on it. the sight of your face flushed, wet with tears, whimpering just because he is loving you, turns him into something ravenous. he treats your tears like proof of your complete surrender. he will pause mid-thrust just to catch a wet trail down your cheek with his tongue, tasting the salt on your skin, whispering sweet, possessive things against your lips.
"look at what i do to you." he would murmur, his voice low and dark, drinking in the sound of your hitched breaths. "youâre so beautiful when you weep for me, y/n."
it is passionate to the point of being suffocating. every kiss feels like he is trying to steal the air straight out of your lungs, every roll of his hips a quiet demand for you to sink deeper into him. he takes his time pulling the tears out of you, worshipping the mess you become until you are sobbing his name into his neck, completely unravelled by his touch.
and tonight is no different.
the air in the bedroom feels thick, almost oppressive, heavy with the unsaid weight of everything you are keeping inside. the only light comes from the faint orange glow filtering through the blinds, casting dark shadows across the mattress where heeseung sits.
he is leaning back against the headboard, just looking at you. he hasn't even touched you yet, but his dark gaze is anchored to your face, tracking the slight tremble in your hands as you sit across from him on the bed.
you feel that familiar tug in your chest â the sickeningly sweet urge to crawl over and beg for his hands on you. your throat feels tight, eyes already burning with unshed tears just from the sheer force of him looking at you like you are the only thing that exists in his world.
he tilts his head, a knowing smirk pulling at the corner of his lips as he notices the faint sheen of wetness in your eyes before a single touch has even been exchanged.
"come here, y/n." he whispers, his voice low and raspy in the quiet room, extending a long-fingered hand toward you. "aw baby⊠are you already crying for me?"
you don't even hesitate. you crawl across the mattress on your hands and knees, your legs trembling so badly you almost lose your balance. the moment you reach him, heeseungâs long fingers wind around your wrist, tugging you gently up into his lap. you sink into him, burying your face in the crook of his neck, a quiet sob hitching in your throat before he has even slid a hand under your shirt.
"shhh, look at me." he murmurs, his hands warm against your waist as he tilts your chin up. his thumb strokes across your cheek, smearing the fresh tear line. "look at my girl. why are you crying, hmm? i haven't even touched you yet."
"heeseung..." you whimper, your brain completely misfiring. the way he looks at you â so heavy, so focused â makes every coherent thought melt right out of your head. you can't even remember what you wanted to say. all you know is his hands, his scent, his eyes.
"use your words, baby." he coaxes softly, his voice dripping with affection. he presses a melting kiss to the corner of your eye, tasting the salt on your lashes. "tell me what you want."
"i- i don't... i just need you." you stammer out, your voice small and ruined. your hands clutch uselessly at his shoulders, fingers knotting into the fabric of his shirt. "heeseung, please..."
he chuckles, a low rumble against your chest that makes you shiver. "you don't even know what you want? your brain is already turning to mush just looking at me, mmh?"
you nod frantically, resting your forehead against his jaw. "yes... yes, please, heeseung..."
"such a helpless mess for me." he whispers, kissing your cheek, your nose, the corner of your mouth. "i love when you get like this. so soft. so completely out of it."
he moves slowly, excruciatingly so. his hands trace the curve of your sides, pulling you closer until there isn't a single millimeter of air between your bodies. he captures your lips in a kiss that feels too deep â slow and lazy, stealing what little breath you have left.
every stroke of his tongue against yours makes your mind blur even further. you are practically melting in his lap, reduced to nothing but whines and pathetic little noises.
"heeseung, i love you... i love you so much." you sob against his lips, another wave of tears spilling down your cheeks.
"i know, baby." he mutters, pulling back just enough to look at your wrecked face. his eyes burn with a satisfied light as he traces your trembling lower lip with his thumb. "i know you do. you're so full of it, it's making you stupid, isn't it? you can't even think about anything else."
"no..." you whimper, shaking your head, your hands weakly squeezing his arms. "can't think..."
"good." he hums, pressing his forehead against yours, his breath hot against your face. "don't think. just feel me, y/n. just let me fill up your head until there's nothing else left."
he gently shifts you, guiding you back onto the mattress. he settles his weight over you, slow and deliberate, resting his body against yours with a grounding pressure. his hands bracket your head, fingers tangling in your hair as he gazes down at you with that suffocating intensity.
"look at me." he commands softly. you force your tear-blurred eyes open to meet his. "you're mine, right?" he asks, his thumb softly tracing your jawline down to your throat. "tell me who you belong to."
"you." you gasp out, a fresh sob bubbling up from your chest because of how much it hurts to love him this much. "you, heeseung... only you..."
"that's it." he whispers, leaning down to press a lingering kiss to your trembling lips. "that's my sweet girl. so empty, so pretty crying for me..."
he doesn't hurry to take off his clothes. instead, his long fingers slip under the hem of your shorts, sliding slowly up your inner thigh. the touch makes you shudder so hard your hips lift off the bed automatically, a soft gasp hitching in your throat.
"shhh, stay still for me." he murmurs, his thumb catching a slow tear that spills over your lash line. he brings his thumb to his lips, licking the wet salt off his skin right in front of you.
"heeseung..." you whimper, shaking your head against the pillow. your brain feels like thick syrup, completely bogged down by the heat in his eyes.
"tell me what's happening in that pretty little head." he coaxes, his hand finally reaching the soaked cotton of your underwear. he doesn't pull them down yet, he just presses his palm flat against your core, rubbing in slow circles over your wet fabric. "can you even hold a thought right now, baby?"
"no..." you sob, a high noise escaping your lips as the pressure makes your thighs twitch. "can't..."
"such a stupid girl for me." he praises condescendingly, a fond smirk pulling at his lips. "you get so dumb the second i touch you."
he hooks his fingers into the waistband of your shorts, dragging them down your legs along with your underwear, leaving you completely exposed under his hungry gaze. you try to bring your knees together out of reflex, but his broad hand immediately catches the inside of your thigh, pressing it firmly back down against the mattress.
"don't hide from me." he instructs softly, his voice leaving no room for argument. "i want to see how wet you get just crying for me."
his fingers slide down into your warmth, slicking two fingers in your wetness before sliding them agonizingly slow inside you. you arch off the bed instantly, a loud sob tearing from your throat as your hands frantically claw at his arms.
"oh, wow..." he hums, watching your face twist in overwhelmed pleasure. he curls his fingers inside you, hitting that sensitive spot until your vision goes completely blurry with tears. "youâre soaking wet just from loving me so much."
he leans down, taking his time to tongue away the heavy tears running down your jawline and neck while his hand keeps a relentless rhythm inside you. every curl of his fingers pulls another pathetic whine out of you, your body trembling so hard your muscles feel like liquid.
"heeseung- please, it's too much-" you cry out, hands weakly pulling at his shoulders.
"too much?" he hums against your wet cheek, sounding thoroughly amused. "we haven't even started, baby. you can't handle anything, can you?"
he slides his fingers out, leaving you cold and aching for a split second, before he shifts down between your thighs. you gasp, trying to lift your head, but he places a broad hand on your stomach, holding you firmly in place as he leans down and buries his face between your legs.
the first sweep of his warm tongue against your clit makes you scream softly, your legs locking up as shockwaves rush straight up your spine. he licks you slowly, lapping up your slick like you are something sweet he has been dying to taste all day.
"heeseung! no, heeseung- oh god-" you sob, thrashing weakly under his weight, but his hand on your stomach keeps you completely pinned.
he pulls back just for a second, his mouth slick and shining in the dim light. "shhh... quiet down, baby. let me taste how much you love me. open up for me."
he goes back in, his tongue working over your clit in long strokes while he slides two fingers back inside you, pumping them in a rhythm that drives you straight off the deep end. it is too much sensation â the heat of his mouth, the stretch of his fingers, the overwhelming weight of loving him so fiercely that it feels like your heart is bursting. tears pour endlessly down your face, soaking into the pillow under your head.
your brain completely shuts down. there are no words left, no thoughts, just the blinding white heat of overstimulation threatening to snap your nervous system in half. every stroke of his tongue pulls another sob, another desperate plea from your lips that you don't even realize you are making.
"that's it." he mumbles against your folds, his voice muffled and deep. "get all ruined for me."
he works you until you are whimpering softly, your hips helplessly bucking against his mouth, entirely overwhelmed and clinging to the edge of an unbearable peak. just as your body starts to coil tight enough to break, he slowly pulls his fingers out and drags his tongue up your center one last time before sliding back up your body.
he hovers over you, his mouth glistening, his eyes dark and entirely satisfied as he looks down at your wrecked face. you are practically hyperventilating, your chest heaving, tears streaming down into your ears.
"look at my pretty girl." he whispers, petting your damp hair back from your forehead. "fuck baby⊠iâm getting so hard from watching you cry."
"heeseung..." you sob weakly, reaching up with trembling hands to touch his face, your mind completely turned to mush. "please... please fill me up... i need you..."
"i know you do." he hums, kissing your crying lips, letting you taste yourself on his mouth. "i'm going to take such good care of my sweet girl."
he shifts between your knees, and for all his mocking composure earlier, his hands are shaking against your thighs. he is just as ruined by this as you are â completely undone by the sight of your wrecked face, the wet sheen on your skin, and the bottomless depth of how much you worship him. his chest heaves against yours, his dark eyes wide and unhinged, burning with a desperation that matches the fever in your own blood.
"y/n..." he breathes out, a desperate rasp that vibrates straight into your chest. "look at what youâre doing to me."
he lines his tip up against your swollen entrance. he doesn't just push in, he sinks into you with excruciating slowness, his throat catching on a ragged groan as your body stretches around him. you arch your back, a strangled sob tearing through your lips because your nervous system is already so completely fried, so overstimulated from his tongue and fingers, that the sudden fullness of him feels almost unbearable.
"heeseung-" you choke out, fresh tears spilling out in hot streams. "heeseung, please, it hurts- i love you so much-"
"i love you too, baby." he stammers against your lips, kissing you with a frantic sweet intensity, drinking down your sobs like a dying man. his long fingers tangle into your hair, holding your head still as he slow rolls his hips, pushing all the way inside until there isn't a single breath of space left between you. "it hurts me too. it fucking kills me how much i love you."
he pauses deep inside you, buried to the hilt, just trembling against your body. his face drops into the crook of your neck, his mouth hot and wet against your skin as he keeps licking up every stray tear that trickles down your jawline. he is addicted to the salt, addicted to the sound of your whimpers, completely intoxicated by how easily he can turn your brain into complete white noise.
"you're so soft." he murmurs, his tone shifting into that condescending purr even while his own voice shakes with need. "such a stupid girl for me... look at how your mind just completely shuts off the second i put myself inside you. can you give me one single thought?"
"no... can't..." you whimper, clutching at the broad line of his back, your fingers digging into his warm skin like you are trying to anchor yourself in a storm. "just... just you..."
"mmh." he whispers, a dark smile pressing against your skin as he begins a slow, deep rhythm. every push is languid, thick, and heavy, making your hips twitch helplessly beneath him. "nothing in that pretty little head except me."
he pulls almost all the way out, letting you feel the cold void of his absence for a fleeting second, before sinking back in.
"heeseung, please- i'm dying, please-"
"you're not dying, sweet girl." he hums, his tone dripping with patronizing affection as his thumb reaches up to gently trace your wet lower lip. "you're just drowning in how much you love me."
he leans up, pinning your wrists to the mattress beside your head, his knuckles white with the force of his grip. his face is flushed, his dark eyes locked onto yours with a terrifyingly sharp devotion. he is breathing so heavily his chest slams against yours with every thrust, matching your frantic heartbeat.
"i need you to look at me while you cry." he commands, his voice dropping an octave, raspy and dark. "let me watch you fall apart. let me see how stupid i make you."
you force your tear-stained eyes open, your vision blurred and swimming with salt, but all you can see is him. heeseung. the center of your universe, the sickness swallowing you whole. a fresh sob bubbles up, racking your whole frame as he rolls his hips deep into that sensitive spot inside you.
"that's my girl." he groans, his own composure snapping just a little more as he sees the raw devotion in your eyes. "cry harder for me, y/n. show me how completely i've ruined you."
but even through the hazy fog of your overstimulated brain, you can feel the rigid tension vibrating through his entire frame. you can feel the way his thighs are locked, the way the muscles in his arms are straining against the mattress to keep from crushing you. he is holding back. even with his eyes looking so unhinged, so violently consumed by you, he is gripping your wrists to anchor himself, forcing his hips to maintain that torturously measured rhythm because he thinks you will break.
you look up at him through the heavy blur of tears, your chest heaving so violently it hurts. you don't want his restraint. you don't want him to be careful with you when your whole soul is screaming to be completely consumed by him.
"heeseung..." you choke out, your voice cracking on a pathetic sob. you twist your wrists in his grip, wanting him to feel how desperately you are chasing his touch. "don't... don't hold back. please. you can be rough... ruin me, heeseung. please."
he freezes for a fraction of a second, his breath hitching so sharply it sounds like a gasp. his dark eyes lock onto yours, wide and completely feral, his jaw clenching so hard the muscle feathers under his skin.
"rough?" he rasps out, his voice dropping into something terrifyingly dark, completely stripped of that gentle warmth. "baby, you're already crying like a fucking baby just from me moving slow."
"i don't care." you sob, your hips lifting off the bed in an uncoordinated tilt, begging for the fullness of him. "please... go harder... i want it. love me harder."
that is the final thread of his control snapping.
heeseung lets go of your wrists, his broad hands immediately flying down to your waist, his fingers digging so deep into your skin that it hurts. he drags his hips all the way back, pulling nearly completely out of your soaking warmth, before slamming back into you with punishing force.
a loud scream tears from your throat, completely muffled as heeseung drops his mouth onto yours, devouring the sound in a messy kiss. the pace snaps instantly. the agonizingly slow rolls are gone, replaced by a frantic rhythm that rattles right through your bones.
he drives into you hard and fast, his chest slamming against yours with a bruising weight. every single thrust forces a breathless sob from your chest, tears flooding out of your eyes so quickly they soak your entire face.
"fuck, y/n... look at you." he growls against your skin, his voice rough and breathless as he pulls back. his hair is completely messy, falling into his eyes, sweat dripping from his jaw onto your flushed chest. his composure is totally gone, replaced by a feral desperation. "you wanted this? you wanted me to fucking ruin you? look at how you're choking on it."
he hits you deep, hitting that breathless spot again and again until you are hyperventilating beneath him. his words get meaner, rougher, but the sheer passion in his voice is suffocating.
"you're so fucking tight. itâs ridiculous how good you feel." he pants, his hands sliding down to grip your thighs, pinning them wide against his hips as he rams into you without an ounce of mercy. "stretching you out so fucking deep... i'm going to make you lose your mind, y/n. you're mine. you don't belong to anyone else."
"heeseung- ah! heeseung, please-" you wail, your head shaking frantically against the pillow, your vision completely drowning in salt.
"i fucking love you." he snaps out, the words torn straight from his chest as he buries himself into you, making your whole body shudder. "i love you so much it makes me crazy, y/n. it fucking ruins me. tell me you love me too. sob it out for me, baby. let me hear how much you need me."
"i love you- i love you so much, heeseung, oh my god-" you scream out, your hands clawing blindly at his wet shoulders, completely overstimulated. the friction is blinding, your nervous system completely shorting out under the sheer speed and force of him. you can't think, you can't breathe, you are nothing but a shaking extension of his brutal rhythm.
"such a good little mess for me." he groans, a dark praise slipping from his lips as his rhythm gets even faster, meaner, pushing you straight over the edge. "cry harder for me, y/n. let me fuck you until you can't even remember your own name."
the words are barely out of his mouth before the final shift happens.
heeseung hitches your legs up high, pinning your knees almost to your chest to expose you completely, destroying any remaining distance between your bodies. the angle lets him drive in even deeper, bottoming out against you with an unrelenting speed that makes the bed creak violently against the wall. you are completely helpless under him, your hips forced to take every single bruising thrust.
"heeseung- i'm- i'm going to-" you scream out, your voice completely shattered, your fingers clawing weakly at the damp bedsheets as the white-hot tension inside you coils tight enough to snap.
"come for me, baby." he growls, his voice an unhinged command right against your ear. his breath is scorching hot, his chest soaking wet with sweat as it slams relentlessly into yours. "break for me. let me feel how much you fucking love me."
with one more brutal strike, your body completely gives out. the orgasm crashes over you like a tidal wave, violent and blinding. your internal muscles clamp down around his cock in tight waves, and a high-pitched sob tears from your throat. you weep hysterically, the sheer physical and emotional overload fracturing what little sanity you had left. your vision goes totally black, tears pouring down your temples and soaking into the mattress as you shake uncontrollably.
but heeseung doesn't stop.
he groans out loud, his eyes widening in feral pleasure as your body squeezes him. instead of slowing down to let you breathe, he locks his jaw and drives right through your climax, his rhythm getting even meaner.
"heeseung, please! stop- i came! it's too much-" you wail, thrashing your head from side to side, your voice entirely ruined. your nerve endings are raw, and every single hard thrust against your hyper-sensitive core feels like an electric shock straight to your brain. it's pure overstimulation, a sensation so intense it makes your stomach flip.
"i can't, y/n, fuck... i can't stop." he pants, his voice desperate, entirely swallowed by his own unhinged obsession. he grips your waist so tight his knuckles turn white, forcing himself deep inside your spasming warmth over and over again. "you feel too fucking good. i know you can give me one more, baby."
he leans down, pressing his face into the wet mess of your neck, his mouth open as he devours your frantic sobs. heeseung is completely unraveled, his own release chasing him down, driven insane by the way you are weeping beneath him.
"i love you." he chokes out, the words sounding almost like a confession of pain, raw with a devotion that borders on terrifying. "i love you so much, y/n. look at what you do to me. i'm going to fill you up so deep you'll never forget how much you belong to me."
"please- heeseung-" you whimper, completely dumbfounded by the pleasure, your brain turned useless as he continues to wreck your overstimulated body. you can't form a thought, you can't even process the physical sensation anymore â all you know is the suffocating weight of his body, the brutal rhythm of his hips, and the absolute certainty that you would let him ruin you like this forever.
every trace of his usual control is officially gone, melted away by the sound of your hysterical sobbing and the tight pulsing of your walls around him. he lets out a loud moan against your neck, a sound so raw and uninhibited it makes your stomach drop. he is not just taking you anymore, he is drowning in you, driving himself into your sensitive core with a blind desperation. he hitches your thighs up high, draping your trembling legs over his broad shoulders so your hips are tilted back at an agonizing angle, exposing the slick heat of your core completely to his dark gaze.
he plunges back in, a devastating stroke that bottoms out so deep you can feel the blunt stretch of him in your gut. the sound of wet skin clapping against skin is loud and frantic, keeping perfect time with the violent rattle of the headboard against the wall.
"fuck... ah, y/n..." he moans out, the sound deep and completely uninhibited, escaping his throat in rough gasps as he drives into you again. his thighs are shuddering against yours, his entire body throwing its weight into a punishing pace. "you're so fucking tight... god, it's so hot inside you."
"heeseung- ah! heeseung, please!" you scream out, your voice completely shattered, your fingers clawing weakly at the damp bedsheets. the relentless friction of his pelvis grinding hard against your swollen clit with every deep plunge sends blinding white sparks behind your eyelids. you try to arch away, just to catch your breath, but heeseungâs broad hands clamp down onto your waist like iron vices, pinning you to the mattress.
"don't move away from me." he growls, his voice a raw command right against your ear. "take all of it. you asked for this, didn't you? tell me you wanted me to fuck you this hard."
"yes- yes, please, heeseung, i love you- oh god, i love you so much." you sob hysterically. the sheer physical and emotional overload is too much, your tears completely soaking your face, tracking down your neck and pooling onto the sheets.
"i fucking know, baby." he stammers against your skin, his voice cracking with a terrifyingly deep passion. he leans up, his face flushed a deep crimson, his eyes totally blown out with lust as he looks down at your wrecked face. "it drives me crazy how much you love me. it makes me want to completely tear you apart."
he drives inside you even faster, hitting that breathless spot until your internal walls clamp down around him, forcing a second orgasm to rip through your core. a broken wail tears from your throat, your whole body shaking uncontrollably.
but heeseung just lets out a loud groan, his jaw clenching so hard the veins in his neck bulge. your climax only makes him wilder once more, he refuses to slow down, driving right through your release with short thrusts that completely short-circuit your brain.
"heeseung, stop- i'm coming again! it's too much-" you whimper, completely dumbfounded by the sheer overstimulation.
"but you feel too fucking good." he groans out loudly, a dark chuckle hitching in his chest despite how completely unraveled he is. he grinds his pelvis hard against yours, rubbing relentlessly against every raw nerve until you are wailing. "squeeze me, baby. keep squeezing me just like that while you cry for me."
he leans down again, his mouth open as he devours your frantic sobs, tasting your salt and sweat.
"so helpless... crying so hard because you can't handle how much i love you. tell me who you belong to, y/n. tell me whose name is stuck in your head."
"god, yes... ah... god, y/n... yes..." he roars out loudly, his voice completely breaking as his entire body goes rigid.
he cocks his hips forward one last time, burying his length to the absolute hilt with a bruising force that leaves you entirely breathless. a long groan escapes his lips as he releases inside you, his thighs twitching violently as he spills his hot cum deep into your pulsing core, holding you pinned beneath him until you are both nothing but a tangled mess.
he stays collapsed on top of you for a long time, his chest rising and falling in ragged gasps against yours. the room is entirely silent except for the sound of your quiet whimpers and the wet friction of his skin against yours as he slowly slips out, leaving you instantly cold and completely empty.
your body is still twitching from the aftershocks, your nerve endings so fried that even the cool air of the bedroom feels like too much on your highly sensitized skin. tears are still leaking steadily from your swollen eyes, catching in the messy strands of hair stuck to your flushed cheeks.
heeseung shifts, rolling onto his side and pulling your trembling body right against his chest. his long fingers are surprisingly gentle now as they sweep the damp hair away from your forehead. he tilts your chin up, forcing you to look at him with your blurred vision.
"look at my baby." he whispers, a soft chuckle escaping his lips as he uses his thumb to smear a fresh tear across your cheek. his voice has returned to that low purr, full of absolute satisfaction. "still weeping for me. you can't even move."
you just nod weakly against his chest, clutching at his shoulder with fingers that have no strength left. you are completely exhausted, hollowed out by the sheer magnitude of how much you worship him.
"my messy girl." he murmurs, leaning down to press a soft kiss to your wet eyelid, tasting the last of your salt. he wraps his arms around you even tighter, burying his face in your hair and anchoring you to him so completely that you can barely breathe. "sleep now, y/n. iâve got you. you don't need to think about anything else ever again."
contents⊠â ââ â đ Ś đ â â drabble, perverted and shameless heejake, reader is a little dumb and clueless but eventually figures them out :3 super suggestive, making out and getting handsy in a dressing room (ïœĄ>ïč<)
â đia đŻïž ; wow my dream date⊠cute. (ÂŹ_ÂŹ") this was supposed to be an smau but writing it felt more right whoops iâm nervous
thinking about bimbo!reader whoâs got her two bestfriends heeseung and jake on a tight leash, completely oblivious to the fact that theyâre both desperately in love with her and are very willing to share her between themselves with no issue.
following her around the mall like two lost pups, both hands occupied by endless shopping bags as she bounces from one store to another, the sound of her newly bought kitten heels echoing through heeseung and jakeâs ears whilst their eyes are glued to the back of her pink little miniskirt swishing around, barely covering a thing. geez, such perverts! (˶Ëđ·Ë˶)
and then comes their favorite part of the day. their hearts practically leap out of their chests when your eyes catch a glimpse of their your favorite lingerie store, dragging them inside cluelessly to ask for their opinions as you naturally did with all the other stores, questioning them on which color looks good on you the best. their hungry gaze trailing your every move almost going unnoticed by you.
and who are they to say no when you ask them to join you in the dressing room to help? you might be an airhead, but youâre not that stupid to not notice them ogling you the entire day. plus, you think they deserve a little treat for putting up with you and your shopping addiction. so when they tower over you from the front and the back, trapping you between themselves, all you can do is let out a pleased hum as jake kisses you rough on the lips, not wasting a second while his slender fingers play with your hardened nipples through the lace bra he had picked out minutes before.
âlook at her jake, such a pretty mess for us already..â heeseung mumbles before pressing a soft kiss against your neck. his hands slid down your bare waist, knee in between your thighs and pressing against your soaked core, making you mewl against jakeâs lips.
you then decide that shopping with these two will be your favorite part of the week from now on.
thinkin abt hole inspection w all the members at once im drooling
uhm um ummm im sick ⊠thatâs what ! i honestly donât even know what to say⊠what immediately came into mind is doctors enha. idk how but please trust me on this. i donât 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 ⥠donât like it? donât read it!
what starts as a quick trip to the gyne turns into something so much more. you donât 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, youâve become well acquainted with him. so much so that you trust him and his intern fullyâŠ
âsee this? her walls flutter when you look at her too long. itâs like she can sense our eyes on her.â
âgod sheâs so wet, youâre right jay.â 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 himselfâŠ
you on the other hand can barely say a word since jayâs 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. itâs jake, a perfect smile forming on his face as he tells the boys, âcanât feel a single cavity⊠such perfect teeth sheâs got. itâs a shame really, otherwise iâd get to see you at my office too. now suck, sweet tooth.â at his command, your lips unwillingly wrap around his index and middle fingers, tongue tasting the rubbery plastic of his glove.
âwe came to watch her pussy jake, not her mouth,â 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.
âhey! her mouthâs a hole too! never fucked a mouth before huh ânoo? gotta make sure she can take it all,â he replies as he pushes his fingers deeper into your throat, making you choke. ââs ok cupcake, youâre doing so well.â
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. âpay attention riki, and hold the camera still alright?â
riki is heeseungâs 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?
âyes sir,â heâs timid. his hand holds onto the camera that points right at your gaping hole, the seniorâs lips kissing your ass. you moan from behind the curtain, the blue separating your lower body from your upper bodyâitâs 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 doctorâs 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. heâs always had to keep it in whenever you came in and he could tell you didnât wear a bra because your nipples weâre 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 donât move away, because this has been jayâs plan all along:
to have all of his friends over to do what heâs been aching to do with you since you first entered his room with a smile so innocent, contrasting your pussy he couldnât resist touching every time, always writing you up for a new examination very soon.
now youâre stuck. you have to tough it out, no other option.
stepbrother jake taking u out on a drive only to pull over on the side of an empty road to fuck u in the backseat đ€€
Everyone knows your stepbrother is always on a mission to get his dick wet. The time and place never matters to him, if he wants pussy, he always gets it. Which is why youâre not entirely surprised that you ended up in his backseat on the side of some secluded road after he suggested you two go on a drive.
Jake has you face down ass up as he pounds into your squelching cunt like some animal in heat. You cry out as he hits your g-spot perfectly every time. Heâs been fucking you for only a few minutes, but your pussy is already gushing. The filthy sound fills the car, and it turns you on more.
Your stepbrother groans when he sees a white ring at the base of his cock. It makes him throb inside you. âReady to take my load again?â
His voice almost sounds sweet, but the way his fat cock is pounding into your tight cunt reminds you that itâs all a lie. Not that you mind. You love it when he cums inside you and fucks it deeper into you.
âYes, fuck!â
Jake grabs your hair and yanks you up, deepening your arch and forcing you to take his big cock deeper into your little hole.
âThatâs right. Shit. You love being a slut for me, huh? So fucking nasty,â he sounds fucked out as he grunts out his filthy words.
âMake me cum,â you whine. âFuck, Jakey. Please.â
Your stepbrother smirks, wanting nothing more than to see you cream all over his cock again. So he drills his cock deeper into your little hole until youâre squirting all over his cock and the backseat.
âFuck,â he groans. âLove it when you squirt on me, baby.â
Your eyes roll to the back of your head as your hips move to meet his rough thrusts. His heavy balls are slapping your clit, and you canât wait until theyâre being emptied inside you again.
if it's so đđżđŒđ»đŽ , why does it feel so đŽđŒđŒđ± ?
( sister's husband! đ·đźđžđČ ) x afab! reader đ smut MDNI , CHEATING , jake & reader 0 morals , risky sex , dom! jake , dirty talk , tit play , pussy play , unprotected sex (don't) , creampir , almost caught
the washroom door closes with a crisp click, and you know exactly who it is. you left it open for him, of course you did. and he came, of course he did. your brother in law.
his sturdy arm encircles your waist as he pulls your back onto his solid chest slowly. you suck in a breath, the feel his bare body against your wet one enough to ignite a growing heat within you. you feel the cascading shower water drip off both of your bodies amidst the vapor and raw need in the air.
"dirty girl..." he murmurs into your ears before his mouth moves above to nip at your earlobe. "in the middle of the day?" he snickers, referring to your shower invite. your eyes shut close when you feel his right hand squeeze the flesh of your thighs tight as he parts your legs. "that too when everyone's home?" his large palm cups your heat as you lean into his back completely, face going red at the way he talks straight into your ear.
"jake... please,"
"ahâah, good girls take what they get." despite his words, his hands obey, two fingers encircling your clit as the others smear your wetness all over your pussy. "fuck, this pussy 's so wet for me..." he adds pressure, rubbing your bundle of nerves with a few flicks. the sudden pleasure and friction has your jaw going slack as your knees buckle. "you get wet this quick?"
"get wet at the thought of your brother in law hm?" left hand touches the skin of your torso upwards featherlight until it halts by your underboob. "such a naughty girl." his index finger comes up, circling your nipples. your lips could bleed the way you were biting them to keep your bubbling moans in. his fingers move circularly in tandem over your clitoris and hardened nipples with such tease, you could explode right now. "j-jake quick, don't tease... we don't have time... aha! oh fuckâ"
the pinch over your clit comes quick. the sharp pleasure draws a tight gasp off you as you arch into his back. "quick? mm no... not when you're so fun to play with." his rough fingers roll your nipples before pulling them with fervor. it's too much, all of it. thankfully, the running shower swallows half the sounds you make. "besides, you would love to get walked in on wouldn't you?"
"nâno..." you whimper, thighs rubbing against each other sandwiching jakes hand in between your legs to grind it in between. though jake catches on, and slides the fingers on your clit out and over to your other nipple. "dont lie to daddy, baby." he turns your body effortlessly, until your front is pressed against the shower booth glasses. the cool glasses against your still sensitive hardened nipples sends a shooting electric feeling crawling up your spine .
now he has your body pressed against the cool shower booth glass, you moan onto the sleek surface, the bulbous head of his cock gliding between your ass. "hah..." jakes head tips down onto your shoulder, moaning straight into your ears as he slides into you. "fuck you're soo tight..." you're too light headed to even register his words as his hips start moving to arhythm, his cock against your walls making you feel so full you could have him fuck you forever. "jakey, nghâ feels s..so good.."
"yeah doll? keep squeezing me like the dirty lil thing you are yeah, and I'll reward you with my cum hm?" you'd do anything for that, obviously, so you clench around his fat cock again, drawing a deep groan out of him. his thrusts get harder, rougher, and he's balls deep inside you and your back arches into his body for more. the delicious stretch and drag of his fat cock against your warm gummy walls nearly tips you over the edge. "fuck, jakey... I'm so close..."
what he says next goes completely unheard by you, your sister's voice bouncing off the walls making you freeze within seconds. "jake? you in there?" all of a sudden the unlocked door catches your attention and your eyes widen, alarmed. jake's hips roll into your cunt like he doesn't even care. "jakeâ my sisters here,"
his arm travels to your front, sliding between your legs and dipping into your folds fondling with your clit and your mind turns mush for a hot minute. "she'll walk in! ngh! fuck hah..." his tongue flicks out to tease your earlobe, his fat cock fucks into your wet pussy ready to snap the warm tightening coil forming in your belly and his hands are everywhere. groping your skin, touching you on your private, spanking you and now, his fingers slip into your parted lips making you wag your tongue helplessly between them. "you look so pretty like this," he breaths into your ears.
you hum against his digits, feeling your sister's voices approach closer, along with your orgasm. "jakey you in the restroom?" she's close, too close. you feel the band snap when jake flicks your clit and you're immediately gushing over his length and shaking violently against the glass as you let go. your moans are suppressed by his index and middle finger pressing down on your tongue while his hips snap faster, chasing his own high. "fuck!" jake follows behind you, his warm load spilling into you as he rubs himself on you like an animal in heat.
your eyes turn to saucers when you see the knob turn. with quick steps, you wiggle away from under jake and within milliseconds you manage to press the door lock. a sigh of relief escapes off you as you slide down the wall. "It's me sis."
"y/n?" your sister reverts back, blissfully unaware, finally letting go off the door. "oh okay, you seen jake anywhere?"
gulp. "no,, haven't seen brother in law..." meanwhile he's in front of you butt naked and leaned against the glass with water droplets falling off his skin, all while his gorgeous face contorts to mock pleasure as he sucks his finger clean, mimicking you a few moments ago. he's a dog. lustful dirty dog. a handsome and skillful one too at that, c'mon, this full package was too good to not be shared. so you thank your sister internally for your share of jake and his cock.
⥠đđąđđđŹđđ â works đ 2026.
warnings ââ MDNI, smut, age gap, domestic violence/abusive father, praise, unprotected sex, oral sex (m), cum eating, light BDSM, nicknames, outercourse, creampie, pregnancy mention, unequal power dynamics.
wordcount ââ 4,3k
a/n ââ I do have a dad, I just like older men in suits, especially when it comes to Jay đ€€ masterlist
The house always felt entirely too vast and too cold whenever he was there. Your father was a man built of sharp silences and heavy, demanding footstepsâthe kind of patriarch who exacted absolute obedience but never offered a shred of affection. To him, your existence was nothing more than an annoying accessory, an unwanted interruption to his business dealings and his revolving door of transient women.
Jay, on the other hand, was the only person who had ever truly seen you.
You had met two years ago when Jay joined your fatherâs firm as the senior partner. At first, you were merely the quiet daughter, fading into the shadows and corners of the estate. But while your father ignored you or unleashed furious screams over the slightest inconvenience, Jay began to bring you small tokensâa book you had only mentioned in passing, the specific chocolates you favoredâor he would simply sit and listen to you talk for hours. He took you out to dinner when your father completely forgot your birthday, and he bought you the beautiful clothes your father dismissed as "ridiculous."
Slowly but surely, Jay became your sole refuge. He was the only adult who treated you with a sweet, aching respect and a chivalry that made your heart skip. How could you not fall completely in love with him?
But today, the hostility in your home had crossed a destructive, irreversible line.
The argument had erupted over something entirely trivial: accidentally moving a few documents in his private study. Your fatherâs venomous shouts echoed off the walls, heavy with contempt. When you tried to defend yourself, his hand struck your right cheekbone with blinding force. The blow sent you crashing to the hardwood floor, and before you could even attempt to rise, his boot drove viciously into your side, right over your ribs.
The sheer physical agony stole the breath straight from your lungs.
"Youâre completely useless," he spat. He snatched his car keys, stormed out of the house, and slammed the heavy front door so violently that the windows rattled in their frames.
You remained curled on the hallway floor, hugging your knees to your chest as the pain in your torso burned with every shallow breath. You were utterly, completely alone. With trembling fingers, you unlocked your phone, your thumb hovering straight over the only contact that promised safety.
You dialed. On the very first ring, his deep, calm voice filled the line.
"Hello? Is everything okay?"
The simple, steady sound of his voice tore a jagged sob straight from your throat.
"Jay... can you come? Please," you begged, your voice fracturing entirely.
A tense, heavy silence followed. Immediately through the receiver, you heard the sharp rattle of his keys and the rustle of his heavy coat being ripped off the rack.
"What happened?" His tone was no longer calm; it was a sharp, military command laced with raw worry. "Is it your father? Tell me what he did to you."
"We fought..." you whispered, tears blinding you. "He left. I feel so alone, Jay."
"I am not leaving you there by yourself," he declared without a single shred of hesitation. "Listen to me, my girl. Pack a bag with some clothes and spend the night at my place. Iâm on my way to get you right now. Donât be long."
The line went dead. Those two wordsâmy girlâsettled like a soothing balm over your aching chest.
You forced yourself up with immense difficulty. Limping to the bathroom, you looked into the mirror to find your right cheekbone already swelling into an angry, dark red welt. You couldn't bear the thought of Jay looking at you with pity. With quick, practiced fingers, you patted on layers of concealer and foundation, desperately trying to mask the trauma. You changed clothes in a rush, selecting an outfit that made you feel secure, one you knew he adored: your white ruffled skirt, a soft pink button-up shirt, and your thigh-high white socks detailed with small pink bows. You wanted to look beautiful for him, despite everything.
The moment you heard the heavy purr of his car engine outside, you rushed downstairs, completely ignoring the throbbing agony in your ribs just to get to his arms.
Opening the passenger door, the rich scent of clean leather and his familiar, expensive cologne welcomed you like a heavy embrace. You climbed inside and immediately leaned across the console, desperately seeking his chest. Jay didn't hesitate for a second. He wrapped his large arms around you tightly, pulling you into his bulk with an incredibly protective, deliberate slowness. One of his massive hands caressed your back, anchoring you as you poured your hot tears directly into the fabric of his coat.
"Iâve got you, darling. Youâre safe now," he murmured, his deep baritone vibrating heavily against his chest cavity.
After a few long moments, you pulled away reluctantly. Jay turned to face you under the dim, amber glow of the dashboard light. His dark eyes scanned your features, stopping dead on your right cheek. His brow furrowed. Without a word, he brushed the heavy pad of his thumb across your cheekbone. The friction easily wiped away the rushed cosmetic barrier, exposing the stark red welt beneath. Your involuntary wince of pain confirmed his worst fears.
Jayâs jaw clenched so hard you could hear the audible snap of his teeth.
"He hit you, didnât he?" His voice dropped to a cold, lethal whisper. "He struck your face, my girl. Why did you try to hide this from me?"
"I didnât want you to get angry, Jay. Or to think that Iâm just a problem," you muttered, instinctively lowering your gaze.
Jay let out a heavy, ragged breath through his nose, forcing his mounting rage under strict control. He caught your chin between two fingers, firmly tilting your face up to force your eyes to meet his.
"Look at me. You will never, ever be a problem to me. Donât you dare forget that," he said with a fierce gravity that sent a shiver straight down your spine. "Itâs that coward who makes me angry. Letâs go home. You need to rest."
The drive to his estate was a sanctuary of peaceful silence. When you arrived at his imposing property, he guided you upstairs with a gentle hand on your lower back, opening the door to an immaculate, hyper-luxurious guest bedroom.
"If you need absolutely anything, Iâll be just down the hall in my office. Try to get some sleep, okay?" he told you, leaning down to press a soft, lingering kiss to your uninjured temple.
But sleep was an impossibility. Every time you closed your eyes, you relived the violent echo of your fatherâs screams. In the dead of night, your throat feeling entirely parched, you decided to slip downstairs to the kitchen for a glass of water.
You padded down the grand staircase barefoot, your thigh-high socks making absolutely no sound against the polished steps. The oppressive quiet of the house was broken only by the rhythmic, impatient tapping of a pen against a mahogany desk and Jayâs tired, heavy sigh. A sliver of warm light spilled from his private office. You walked timidly toward the threshold and gently pushed the door open.
"Jay?" you whispered into the dark room.
He looked up instantly. The moment his eyes fell upon you standing there in the shadowsâwearing nothing but the ruffled skirt and the thigh-high socksâthe exhaustion vanished from his face, replaced by something dark and intensely focused.
"Whatâs wrong, beautiful? Canât sleep?" he asked, setting his pen aside.
"No..." you admitted, your voice sounding small and fragile in the vast room.
Instead of approaching him, you sat down shyly in a heavy leather armchair near his desk, curling your legs up and tightly hugging your knees. Jay turned his executive chair completely toward you, his dark eyes tracking your every micro-movement.
"I just feel so alone," you whispered, looking at the floor. "Sometimes I feel like I have no one at all. If my own father canât even find a way to love me... how could anyone else?"
The raw, bleeding ache in your voice made Jayâs rigid self-control snap entirely. He extended his large, commanding hands toward you.
"Come here."
You stood up without a momentâs hesitation, walking across the room and climbing directly onto his lap. The weight of your petite frame was nothing compared to the solid, muscular mass of his broad thighs, which were covered in the stiff, expensive fabric of his suit trousers. Jay immediately wrapped a heavy arm around your waist, sealing your lower back against his body.
"Donât you ever say that again," he scolded with an intoxicating gentleness, his warm breath brushing over your cheek. "You are the sweetest, most precious girl I have ever known. Any man would utterly ruin himself just to have you by his side, to protect you and adore you. Myself included."
Your lips parted slightly. With your heart hammering frantically against your ribs, you slid your hands up the front of his crisp white shirt, moving slowly until your fingers reached his collar. Your fingertips brushed the burning, smooth skin of his throat, contrasting sharply with the hard, masculine line of his jaw.
"Do you love me, Jay?" you asked, exposing your pure, unadulterated vulnerability.
Jay offered a sweet, devastating smileâthe rare, soft kind he only ever saved exclusively for youâand caressed your hip right over the fabric of your skirt.
"Of course I love you, my girl. Far more than you should ever let me."
"I love you too," you murmured.
You leaned in and kissed him. It began as a soft, tentative brush of lips that quickly deepened with absolute, desperate need. Jay didnât pull away; instead, his large hands gripped your hips, digging into your clothes as he tasted your lips with a deliberate, heavy patience that made your knees go weak. When you finally pulled back just a fraction of an inch to breathe, Jay let out a heavy, shuddering sigh. He ran a hand through his dark hair, visibly trying to claw back his role as the responsible adult in the room.
"Maybe... you should go back upstairs to sleep," he said, though his voice had dropped an entire octave, notably rougher and thicker with arousal. "Itâs late."
"I donât want to sleep, Jay. I want you so badly," you said firmly, staring directly into his blown-out eyes. You stood up, stepping squarely between his spread legs. "I want to show you how grateful I am that youâve always been here for me."
Before he could utter a single word of protest, you dropped to your knees onto the plush carpet, positioning yourself directly between his thighs. Jay stiffened instantly, his large hands gripping the leather armrests of his chair so tightly his knuckles turned white. His broad chest rose and fell in heavy, ragged heaves.
You leaned forward, gently resting your uninjured cheek against the black fabric of his trousers. Right beneath your face, the material was already stretching incredibly tight over the rigid, burning length forming underneath. You pressed a pair of soft, lingering kisses right over the fabric, hearing his breath hitch violently in the quiet office.
"Princess..." he warned, a dark growl in his throat, but his fingers only tightened harder against the leather of the chair. He made absolutely no move to push you away.
You reached for the metal zipper. The sharp, mechanical slide of it cutting through the silence echoed clearly in the room. You slid your fingers inside the opening, parting his underwear to free his member, which was impressively large, rock-hard, and throbbing with heat. You leaned down and pressed a soft kiss directly to the tip, tasting the slick bead gleaming there, before dragging the tip of your tongue slowly and wetly all the way down his heavy length.
A low, guttural groan tore from deep within Jayâs throat. His restraint completely shattered.
"Oh, God..." he growled, tangling his large fingers deep into your hair. He didnât pull you away; instead, his heavy hands firmly guided your head in a slow, commanding rhythm as you opened your mouth to take him in, sliding him smoothly past your wet, parted lips.
"Thatâs it, my girl..." Jay whispered, his voice completely broken with arousal as he looked down at you with dark, dilated eyes. "Such a good girl... Suck it for me. Feel how hard you make me just by looking at me."
Jay let out a shaky, uneven breath, lowering his hands to gently cradle your face. His thumbs caressed your cheeks with extreme delicacy, careful not to put an ounce of pressure on your swollen cheekbone. With a slow but firm roll of his hips, he began to push forward, seeking the back of your throat. His thick girth stretched the corners of your lips, filling your oral cavity entirely. Your tongue worked intuitively around him, sucking gently as he filled you.
From your position below, your eyes welled with involuntary tears from the sheer depth of his thrusts, forcing small, muffled whimpers from your throat. Jay answered with deep, raspy grunts, entirely giving in to the pace, carefully controlling the pressure on your neck so he wouldn't hurt you.
"Thatâs it... take all of it," Jay groaned, his entire muscular frame locking up as his climax hit him. He held himself deep inside your mouth for a split second before pulsing heavily against your throat, unraveling in a hot, thick torrent that flooded you. Without hesitation, you swallowed it all down, gulping hard while holding his intense gaze.
Jay let out a long, ragged sigh of pure relief, his chest heaving violently beneath his unbuttoned shirt. Carefully, he pulled out of your mouth and leaned down toward you. He slid his index finger over your chin, gently pressing your bottom lip downward to open your mouth. Seeing your tongue completely clean, a smile of immense pride and dark adoration tugged at his lips.
"Such a good girl..." he praised, his voice incredibly husky and ruined. "I love how obedient you are for me."
He took your hands and gently pulled you up to your feet. With swift, practiced movements, Jay unbuttoned your pink shirt and slid it smoothly off your shoulders. As you stood there in your pink lace bra, his eyes immediately dropped to your chest, but they stopped dead when he noticed your side. Your fatherâs boot had left a dark, painful purple bruise right over your ribsâa harsh, violent reminder that contrasted sharply with the warmth of the office.
Jayâs jaw clenched again, his brows knitting together in pure, protective frustration. He placed his large, warm palms on your waist with extreme care, wrapping around you defensively to avoid touching the injured spot. His fingers found the waistband of your ruffled skirt and, with a gentle tug, slid it down your legs, leaving you in nothing but your pink lace panties and your white thigh-high socks.
A dark, predatory spark of desire flared in his eyes as he took you in.
"Tell me something, beautiful..." he murmured, leaning down so his voice vibrated right against your ear. "Did you dress up this pretty just for me tonight?"
You bit your lip, feeling the heat rush intensely to your cheeks, and nodded.
"I wanted to look beautiful for you."
"You are. Youâre the most beautiful thing Iâve ever seen," he vowed, his tone entirely serious.
Jay straightened up and stripped off his dark silk tie. Grabbing you gently by the shoulders, he turned you around, guiding you so the front of your body pressed against the surface of his desk. With firm, unyielding movements, he pulled your wrists behind your back and bound them together with his silk tie, securing the knot tight enough to keep you held, but careful not to chafe your skin. He turned you back around with care, lifting you off the ground effortlesslyâyour frames contrasting heavily in sizeâto sit you on the edge of the desk. Your back leaned against the cool glass top, scattering the paperwork beneath you.
He caressed the sensitive skin of your thighs, right above the pink bows of your socks, separating your legs to step between them. He leaned over you, pinning you down with his massive build, and trapped you in a deep, commanding kiss that made you entirely forget the physical ache in your face and ribs, sinking utterly into the absolute security of his weight.
Jay pulled away from the kiss slowly, a thin string of saliva briefly connecting your lips. His dark eyes burned with a hungry, focused intensity. Without breaking eye contact, he slid his hand down, slipping past the edge of your pink lace panties. With a single finger, he parted the wet fabric to the side, exposing your slick intimacy to his gaze.
"Look at you..." Jay whispered, his voice a low, rumbling growl. "Youâre absolutely soaking for me, my girl."
A shiver raced down your spine as his fingers brushed against your wet clit. You gave a small gasp, twitching on the edge of the desk, but the silk constraints around your wrists reminded you that you were completely at his mercy.
Jay brought his free hand to his member, giving his hard, veiny length a few slow strokes to prep it. Then, he adjusted the lace fabric of your panties so it lined the very tip of his head, using it as a barrier to catch the friction. He began to rub his cock up and down against your slit, using your soaked underwear to slide against you. The intense heat of him against your skin made you pant, desperately arching your neck up to find his lips. Jay leaned down to let you cling, catching your earlobe between his teeth.
"Jay... please," you whimpered, rubbing yourself fruitlessly against him, your head spinning from the pleasure. "I need you now... donât be mean to me, please..."
Jay let out a low, husky laugh, a dark vibration that rumbled against your skin. He pulled back just enough to look down hugging you, a crooked smirk on his face that stole your breath.
"Mean? You have no idea how mean I can be, darling," he murmured, his voice dripping with absolute control. "I am going to fuck you so good youâll forget your own name, but you have to be a good girl."
He lined the head of his cock up directly with your entrance. He pushed in just an inchâjust enough to make your mouth pop open in a gasp of anticipationâand then pulled out entirely. He did it again, a slow, torturous tease that made you arch your back off the glass, desperately trying to chase the void.
"Jay..." you begged, your eyes squeezed shut, your cheeks burning with a mix of frustration and lust.
"Open your eyes. Look at me," he commanded.
The moment you looked up, Jay buried himself inside you.
The penetration was deep, slick, and heavy, filling you completely in one single, unyielding stroke. You let out a sharp cry that Jay immediately smothered, capturing your lips with his. The impact made you lose all sense of time, but before you could even recover, he pressed the pad of his thumb firmly against your clit, rubbing it against the wet bundle of nerves, maintaining a steady, heavy pressure as he began to pace his thrusts into a slow, bruising rhythm.
The combination of his thickness stretching you out inside and the unyielding pressure on your center made your entire body shake. You wanted to move, you wanted to grind, but Jayâs iron grip on your hips kept you pinned flat against the desk, forcing you to take the full depth of every shove.
"Thatâs it... whimper for me," he growled against your mouth, picking up the pace. "Feels good, doesnât it?"
The sensation of having him so deep was overwhelming; his thick, hot length stretched your inner walls with every push, hitting spots so deep it made your belly tremble. Desperate for more friction, you tried to tilt your hips, trying to adjust the angle to ease the delicious torture. But Jay wouldn't let you. His large hands clamped like vices on the sides of your waist, holding you immobile against the desk with unquestionable authority.
"Shh, still, my girl..." he whispered into your ear, his voice raspy and dominant. "Donât move. Let me do all the work. You just open up and enjoy how well I take care of you."
To prove it, Jay hooked his free arm under your right knee and lifted your leg high, pinning it against his side. The shift in angle allowed him to sink even deeper, bottoming out perfectly. With every slow, heavy thrust, the air in the office filled with a wet, rhythmic, wicked sound; the echo of your slickness and his friction slapping against your skin betrayed just how incredibly dominated you were.
"Listen to that..." he growled, burying himself to the absolute base, forcing a strangled cry of pleasure from you. "Youâre so tight and so wet for me. This is what happens when youâre treated the way you deserve."
Holding you steady, Jay picked up the pace a few times, making you see stars, before pulling out completely with a wet whine. Without giving you time to process the emptiness, he grabbed you by the hip and flipped you firmly over the desk, forcing you onto your hands and knees against the cold wood and glass. With your wrists still bound behind your back with his tie, your rear was left completely elevated and exposed to him.
Jay didnât waste a second. With a swift movement, he yanked your pink lace panties down to your thighs, leaving them bunched up around your stockings. He slid a large palm over the curve of your ass, giving you a firm slap that made you gasp, before caressing the hot skin with absolute possessiveness.
"Look at you..." he muttered, lining the tip of his cock back up with your opening. "What a perfect view. Youâre mine, arenât you?"
He drove himself in all the way from behind in one deep plunge. The impact arched your back, pinning your chest to the glass of the desk as your body desperately molded itself around his thickness. Jay began to slam his hips against yours in a dirty, possessive, relentless rhythm, making you moan breathlessly against the wood.
In the middle of the blur, Jay reached his long arm forward. His large hand caught you by the jaw, forcing your head back so you had to look up at him. His dark eyes were completely wild, bloodshot with intense arousal. He leaned down to devour your lips in an asphyxiating, deep, wet kiss, tasting your moans before pulling back just a fraction of an inch.
"That coward didnât know what he had..." Jay whispered, his voice broken, his hot breath searing your lips as he kept hammering into you with force. "He made you feel like you were nothing, but here you are... surrendered to me. Tell me, beautiful... Are you going to let me fill you up completely? Are you going to let me mark you as his?"
You nodded frantically, your eyes swimming with tears of pure ecstasy, unable to form words from the sheer intensity of the pounding. Jay stopped his hips dead just millimeters from your depth, holding himself perfectly still inside you, making you whimper at the sudden agonizing halt. He squeezed your jaw gently, forcing you to hold his gaze.
"Donât just nod at me, darling. Use your big girl words. Ask for it," he commanded with a gravity that made you shiver. "Tell me what you want me to do to you."
"Pl... please, Jay..." you begged, your voice cracked and your breath hitching. "Fill me... Please, Jay, fill me... I just... need you. Make me yours."
A smile of absolute pride and possession curled Jayâs lips.
"Thatâs my girl. So good for me..."
With a low grunt that rattled from his chest, Jay slammed back into you, this time going savage, fast, and entirely ruthless. The desk creaked under your combined weight as he dug his fingers hard into your hips. The advantage of his size crushed you deliciously against the surface. The relentless friction on your clit and the sheer depth of his cock exploded inside you. Your walls began to squeeze him in violent, clamping spasms, milking him from the inside out as you came with a sharp, breathless cry.
Feeling your wet hole grip him with that kind of force, Jayâs last bit of restraint snapped. He let out a deep, guttural roar, burying himself to the absolute hilt inside you, his entire body locking up tight as he let his semen pump out, filling you to the absolute brim.
He stayed motionless for a long moment, letting the final pulses of his orgasm bleed out. Then, with a heavy, exhausted sigh, he pulled out slowly. His cock made a wet, sucking sound as it exited your body, leaving an immediate, cold ache that made you whimper.
Jay, his fingers still trembling from the exertion, slid one of his large hands between your thighs. Using his middle and index fingers, he slowly parted the lips of your vagina, pulling you open to expose your wet, ruined center to his gaze.
Jay watched as the thick, white cream began to overflow, dripping lazily down your slit and pooling in a warm, slow drizzle onto the carpet. A smug, deeply possessive smile tugged at his lips at the sight of the absolute mess he had left inside you.
He leaned down over your back, pressing his mouth right against your ear, and his hot breath sent a violent shiver through your skin as he whispered in a rough, dangerous rumble:
"Look at you... completely full of me. Letâs hope getting you pregnant is enough of an excuse for your father to finally let me take you to live with me for good."
warnings/tags: MINORS DNI 18+, fluff, college student x professor, unprotected sex, cockwarming, face riding, thigh fucking, jealousy, spanking, pet names (darling, good girl, sweetheart), use of l/n, office sex, hickeys, biting, kissing (sorry if I miss any)
word count: 981
a/n: i was in such a writing block...not proofread
professor!sunghoon who is younger than other professors in the college. only being 25, many other professors look down at him, thinking he wasnât as suited for the profession. yet in all reality he was one of the best english professors ever, being so technical and knowledgeable about his subject.Â
professor!sunghoon who girls swoon over. he doesnât fully notice at first until a few weeks in, a girl being extremely blunt with her flirtatious remarks. sunghoon shutting it down immediately, staying composed and professional. you, less obvious, a shy yet studious pupil, watched. thatâs all you could do. too nervous to even speak to him in general due to how he presents himself.
professor!sunghoon who gives you little praises when you do good on assignments and essays. it was very subtle, making your heart race. all he did was pass back the assignment and say, âreally good ms. l/n..keep it up.â you could only nod back softly in response and look back down at your lap.Â
professor!sunghoon who finds you so curious. he lets his lecture be a free period to finish a huge essay. but his eyes didnât leave your seat. watching the way you concentrate. your hair laying on your shoulders, the way you bite your lip unconsciously, the way your non-dominant hand fiddles with your skirt. he does not understand why he finds it fascinating, but he can not look away.
professor!sunghoon who starts to realize he is infatuated with you. he starts to be a bit more obvious about it, well, just enough to hope youâd pick up. to his surprise, you had to be the most oblivious person in the world. no brush against your shoulder or praise in your ear could get you to recognize his feelings. sunghoon was both smitten and frustrated by your innocence, only making him want you even more.
professor!sunghoon who asks you to stay after class more often so he can âreview essays.â itâs a plausible excuse, knowing how intelligent you were when it came to writing. he genuinely loved the way you thought of topics when writing, itâs another reason he liked you. so he would invite you past office hours to his office, asking about how you came to some conclusions or your thought process. sunghoon couldnât help but just watch as you answered, your face a mixture of hesitant and focused, talking about something you clearly were interested in.
professor!sunghoon who offers to help you with any upcoming assignments. âiâll be here if you ever need me. no need to be all shy about it, ms. l/n..i donât bite.â ever since he uttered those words, your ârelationshipâ changed. you opened up a lot more, keeping professional (you still oblivious as ever), but more comfortable and talking to him. sunghoon loved it, the way you can just speak your mind. you even witnessed him smile, different from the commanding demeanor he usually used.Â
professor!sunghoon who definitely bites. not able to control himself, even though he really tried, he was not able to keep his hands, or mouth, away. now sitting in his office, you on his lap as his mouth is leaving light marks across your neck. kissing, biting, sucking, he could not handle himself.Â
professor!sunghoon who loves when you wear little skirts. he loves the way your plush thighs look against the fabric. that being said he is such a thigh guy, he cant keep away. sunghoon will drive with his hand on your thigh, squeezing them, letting his thumb run in circles against the soft skin. his favorite? when he lays you down and lets his cock run in between them. watching as his tip comes and goes with every thrust. feeling the slight but good burn of the skin rubbing against each other, the underside of his shaft running against your slick folds. âso pretty for me, such a good girl..â his words cause you to whimper and bite your lip.Â
professor!sunghoon who loves when you ride his face. his hands gripping your thighs pulling you down onto him further. sunghoon runs his tongue against you as his nose perfectly hits your clit. he lets you use his face for his pleasure, loving once you get more confident and start grinding against him. feeling your legs shake as you come close to your orgasm.Â
professor!sunghoon who has definitely fucked you in his office. right up upon his desk, your skirt pushed up to your waist, panties slipped to the side so he can slide his thick shaft in your pussy. his hands on your thighs as he thrusts in and out. âbe quiet for me darlingâŠâÂ
professor!sunghoon who you make jealous when talking to another student mid lecture. yes, it was for notes, but to him it didnât matter. instead of calling it out mid class, he tells you to stay later, ending up pulling you over his lap and spanking you. he knew not to be super hard, but enough to leave little red marks across the soft, plump skin. ânext time itâll be harder, sweetheart.âÂ
professor!sunghoon who loves facing you during sex. the first time he invited you into his home, he couldnât keep his hands off of you. you both ended up cuddling on his soft mattress, his cock thrusting softly as he groans every so often in your ear. the closeness of it was intimate, making everything so much more electric. sunghoon unable to stay away, ended up staying inside you and keeping you in his warm embrace.Â
professor!sunghoon who in the end is the sweetest. making sure you are cared for and happy. if it was helping you on assignments or cooking you a meal when you were sore, he would do anything. you are his person, and he cares deeply about you.
( ìŹìŹì€ ) In which - Your blind-date stands you up, but your bartender has other plans for the night. After all, there's no way he's letting an outfit like that go to waste.
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Warnings / Tags:: smut, mature content, dirty talk, one night stand, heavy sexual tension, oral sex (male and female rec), size kink, rough sex, fingering, aftercare, drinking/alcohol
now playing â§âËâȘ : Dress Up by Mindnight Blu
I finally broke up with my toxic boyfriend of 3 years a few months ago. After that I moved across the country to the big city; NYC to start over again. I finally took the job me and my ex got into multiple arguments about and which I firstly declined for my ex.
Now a friend of mine set me up on a blind-date with one of her colleagues. Because she said; âyou need to go out more! Gosh youâre; young fun and beautiful! You canât wait your 20s here in an office!â
Me and Ryan (my blind-date) had agreed on 9pm at 'Chelsea' a popular restaurant in the city. I got there 20 minutes earlier; 23 if weâre being correct. I like being on time. I'm always on time. I'm a type A kind of person (ONE other reasons me and Sam my ex broke up.)
I wore a cute elegant silky black mini dress that moved beautifully with every step I took, with some knee high boots.
I walked into the quiet busy restaurant. âGood evening Miss; did you have a reservation?â The Hostess asked me kindly. âHello, I'm here for a first dateâŠstill waiting on the other person; I'm a little early.â I said nervously looking around. âOkay, you can take a seat at the bar and Iâll grab you when the table is ready.â She said. âThank you.â I said walking inside to the bar.
I took a seat on an empty bar chair. It was quite busy; but it was a Friday night so I can't be annoyed. People looked happy like they can finally take a breath after the busy week of work.
I was looking around the restaurant when I got interrupted. âGood evening maâam; what would you like to drink?â one of the bartenders asked.
He scared the living shit ou of me with the sudden words. âGOD!!â I said under my breath quickly turning around hand on my chest. âSorry! didn't mean to startle you.â The bartender said. âNo worries!â I said still catching my breath a little.
âJake!â The bartender said smiling and offering his hand. Okay? This is something I still need to get used to. âAria.â I said shaking his hand. âSo Aria what can I get you to drink?â Jake asked smiling drying some glasses.
âUm⊠Just a water please.â I said still nervously looking around. âA water?!â Jake asked as if I didn't know what I just asked for. âYes just a simple still water please.â I said now turning to him. âWell that's boring.â He said. âWell what can I say; I just like a good plain boring glass of water.â I said turning away and looking around again. âOkay whatever you say!â Jake said grabbing me my water.
âSoo Tinder or Hinge?â Jake asked putting my water in front of me. âPardon?! I'm sorry?!â I asked turning back fast to him, in shock of what he just asked me. âSorry; your just- first date right?â Jake asked. âHow did you-â I got cut off.
âNervously looking around? sitting at the bar alone at 8:48pm? Fidgeting with your rings?â Jake said looking at my rings. âAm I that transparent.â I asked kind of embarrassed.
âNo-no⊠Well yes but-â
âGOSHâ I yelled putting my hands in front of my face.
âItâs not something bad!â You definitely not the only one and also not the lastâ Jake said going further drying some glasses. âSee that woman right there in purple?â He asked me kinda hanging over the bar whispering. I nodded.
âThatâs Ms Wyatt. She comes every month with a new first date. They hit it off for about 3 weeks, then a week later she comes in and orders a red wine bottle for herself. Then the next week it starts all over again! Itâs kinda sadâŠsheâs very sweet tho!â Jake said leaning back again. I looked over to see a middle age woman in a purple blouse and some skinny jeans; she looks around 40 but her face says max 30 on a good night⊠gosh maybe I should also start with botox.
âI just moved here and this is my first date after my last relationship of 3 years.â I said holding my head in my hand. â 3 years?! How did that end?â Jake asked kinda nosy.
âWell if you want to know; he cheated so now I'm here on a blind date with my friend college.â I said.
âAND a blind date⊠you know you asked me for just a water right⊠you sure you don't want a cocktail?â Jake asked looking almost concerned for me. âI don't want to look like an alcoholic in front of my blind date ordering a drink while still waiting.â
âWhatever suits you.â Jake said walking away. Well that was kind of rude.
10 minutes past its 9pm now. I looked around and open my phone⊠Iâll wait 5 more minutes before messaging him. Maybe traffic?
âRunning late?â Jake asked as he walked by. âTraffic.â I said bitterly after 5 minutes I message him. No answer. Rude.
It was now 9:15pm so I decided to call him.
âMr blind-date is not coming?â Jake asked as he walked by again. âProbably some NYC subway problem.â I said taking the last sip of my water.
It was now 9:45pm
âManhattan.â Jake said. Putting a cocktail in front of me.
âI didn't order-â âneither did your blind-date who stood you up so here. From the house, from me; Iâm the house.â Jake said walking away again.
After some time i decided to called Lily; the friend who set me on this blind-date to begin with.
âO M G. I'm sooo sorry! I thought Ryan was different. I'm so sorry Aria!â Lily said again. âNo worries. Itâs nothing you could have done.â I said looking around. I saw Ms Wyatt sitting at a table with a VERY Young looking man. Jealous.
âI think I'm going to make a botox appointmentâ âWAIT WAT?!-â I hear Lily yell over the phone before I Hung up.
I finished the last sip of my Manhattan, the sweet burn sliding down my throat as the ice clinked against the glass. I was about to stand when Jake walked over, wiping his hands on a towel.
"I'm sorry for your date standing you up." he said, voice low.
"Well, it's not your fault, just... your species." I muttered, rolling my eyes.
"Ouch! But still not cool of him." he replied.
"Well, I can't do anything about it⊠it's just I got all dressed up for nothing. That's honestly sadder." I said, glancing down at my silky black mini dress.
Jake hesitated, then leaned in. "UmâIâugh. I get off in like ten minutes. If you want, I could bring you to a midnight bar to grab a drink so the outfit doesn't go to waste."
"Oh, thank you Jake, but you don't have toâ"
"I want to! You said you just moved here, right? Let me introduce you to the real nightlife. Give me five!" He walked off fast before I could argue.
"O-okay?" I said more to myself.
Seven minutes later he was back, changed out of his work clothes, hair freshly styled, chewing gum in his mouth. He looked like a god.
"You clean up niceâŠ" I managed to say.
"Well thank you. Let's go!" He grabbed my wrist gently but firmly.
We walked fifteen minutes to 'The Loft.' It was louder, wilder, packed with people in casual clothes. I felt a bit overdressed in my elegant dress. The bartender spotted Jake and grinned.
âHEY Jake!â he said, dabbing Jake up. Great, so he comes here often⊠Iâm probably not the first girl heâs ghosted on a first date and then taken out. Pathetic Aria!
âoooo and who is this? You've never brought a girl!" he said glancing at me⊠oh.
âUmmmâ Jake said now looking at me. Because WHO am I?! We just met.
"He- He's the guy who stepped up⊠my date ghosted me." I explained.
"WOW, that's fucked up. Welk you're in good hands! Jake's the best!" the bartender said. "What can I get you two?"
"Just give us something good." Jake answered.
"You know I love that answer!"
One drink led to another. Hours passed. We talked, laughed, and I got tipsier than I'd ever been with a guy.
"Gosh, I've never been this tipsy while with a guy!" I giggled. "Why is that?" Jake asked. "Umm⊠I don't know, just never got that comfortable?"
"Well, I'm honored!" He bowed dramatically. I laughed.
âWell this is mine.â I said as we reached my front door, I turned to him. "I really enjoyed tonight, Jake. Thank you."
"Me too, Aria." He stood close, his cologne wrapping around me; something woody and warm, mixed with the faint scent of his skin.
Without thinking, I grabbed his face and kissed him. The second our lips touched, I sobered up and pulled back.
"Fuck- I'm so sorryâ"
Before I could finish my sentence Jake's hand wrapped around the back of my neck and he kissed me again, harder.
I melted into it, a small moan escaping as his grip tightened on my waist. His tongue swept across my lower lip, asking for entry, and I granted it without hesitation.
The kiss deepened, hungry and desperate, like we'd been holding back all night. I let out a little moan.
"Fuck." he growled against my lips. He pulled back just an inch. "Can Iâcan I come in?"
I didn't answer with words. I opened the door and he followed, kicking it shut behind him. His mouth claimed mine again as we stumbled inside.
The hallway was dark, lit only by the faint glow from my living room light. I didn't bother with the lights.
His hands slid down my back, gripping my hips, pulling me flush against him. I could feel the hard outline of his cock through his pants, pressing against my stomach.
"Fuck, I've been thinking about this all night." he murmured against my neck. My pussy was already throbbing, a slick heat pooling between my legs.
He kissed me again, walking me backward until my shoulders hit the wall. His thigh pressed between my legs, and I ground down against it, feeling the friction through my dress. The thin silk did nothing to hide the wetness soaking my panties.
âCan I?â Jake asked, his fingers fidgeting with the straps of my dress. I nodded. âWords.â Jake said slowly, his voice husky. âYes, please.â
Jake's hands found the zipper of my dress. He pulled it down slowly, deliberately, the sound loud in the quiet room. The fabric loosened around my shoulders, and he pushed the straps down. The dress slid down my body, pooling at my feet.
I stood before him in my red lace lingerie set; a matching bra and panties, delicate and bold. The deep crimson contrasted against my skin, the intricate patterns of the lace hugging my body. The bra pushed my breasts up, my nipples already hard, visible through the sheer fabric. The panties were high-cut, making my legs look longer, the lace barely covering the triangle between my thighs.
Jake took a step back. His eyes roamed over my body, dark and hungry. He let out a low whistle.
"Damn," he said, his voice thick with appreciation. "God. I'm glad your blind-date set you up. Now this is all mine."
A shiver ran through me at his words. The possessiveness in his tone made my core clench. He stepped forward, his hands sliding up my sides, thumbs brushing the underside of my breasts. He leaned in, kissing my collarbone, then down to the swell of my chest.
"You're even more beautiful than I imagined." he said, his lips brushing against my skin.
He hooked his fingers into the waistband of my panties and pulled them aside, exposing my wet pussy to the cool air. I gasped as his fingers found my folds, sliding through the slickness. The lace was already soaked.
"So fucking wet," he growled. "All for me? Tell me this pussy's been dripping for me all night."
"All for you," I breathed. "I've been wet since you stond next to me ready to leave Chelsea."
"Yeah? You were thinking about my cock while we talked? Thinking about how I'd fuck you?"
"YesâGod, yes."
He pushed one finger inside me, and I moaned, my head falling back against the wall. The stretch was immediate, my walls gripping him. He added a second finger, pumping slowly, curling them to find that sensitive spot inside me. The sound of his fingers sliding in and out of my wetness filled the silence.
"God, you're tight." he said, his thumb finding my clit. "Your pussy's gripping my fingers like it's begging for more. I can feel how desperate you are; how much you need a real cock in you."
I whimpered, my hips bucking against his hand. He worked me relentlessly, his fingers fucking me while his thumb circled my clit. The sounds of my wetness filled the hallway; obscene, slick, perfect.
"Please," I begged. "I need more. I need your mouth, your cockâ Fuck; anything."
He pulled his fingers out and brought them to his mouth, licking them clean. "Taste so good. I need to taste you properly. I want to drink every drop of your cum."
We slowly made our way to my couch. It wasn't big, but it was cozy.
He carefully pushed me onto it while dropping to his knees in front of me. He pushed my legs apart, my back still against the couch. He pulled my panties aside again, exposing my pussy fully. His breath was hot against my folds, and I trembled. Then he leaned in and licked a long, slow stripe from my entrance to my clit.
"Fuck, you taste even better than I imagined," he muttered. "I could eat you all night."
He didn't hold back. His tongue dove into me, fucking me while his nose ground against my clit. He licked and sucked, alternating between deep, probing strokes and quick flicks against my swollen nub. His fingers slid back inside, two this time, curling and stroking my G-spot. I was already close, my legs shaking.
"That's it," he murmured against me. "Come for me. Let me taste you. I want to feel your pussy clench."
He focused on my clit, sucking and flicking, while his fingers curled and stroked. I shattered, my climax crashing through me. I screamed his name, my pussy clenching around his fingers, my cum coating his tongue. He lapped at me through it, drawing out every wave of pleasure, groaning as if he was savoring the most exquisite meal.
When I came down, he kissed his way up my body, leaving a trail of wet kisses over my stomach, between my breasts, up my neck. I could taste myself on his lips when he kissed me. He lifted me easily, and I wrapped my legs around his waist. He carried me now to the bedroom, laying me down on the bed.
I reached for his belt, unbuckling it with clumsy fingers. He helped me push his pants down, and his cock sprang free. It was massive! Thick, long, veiny, the head already leaking precum. My mouth watered.
"Holy shit," I whispered.
He grinned, dark and predatory. "Think you can handle it? I'm gonna stretch that tight little pussy until you can't walk straight."
I sat up, pushing him onto his back. I wanted to taste him. I lowered my head between his legs, wrapping my hand around the base of his cock. It was so thick my fingers didn't meet. I licked the tip, tasting his precum, then opened my mouth wide and took him in.
He groaned, his hand finding my hair. I bobbed my head, taking as much as I could. He was so big I gagged, my throat struggling to accommodate him. I used my hand on the part I couldn't fit, stroking in rhythm with my mouth.
"Fuck, Aria," he groaned. "Your mouth feels incredible. Suck it, Pretty. Show me how much you want it."
I looked up at him, my eyes watering, and took him deeper. I relaxed my throat, swallowing around the head, and he cursed. I sucked hard as I pulled back, then took him again. His hips bucked, pushing deeper. I let him fuck my throat, spit drooling down his shaft, the sounds obscene.
"Look at you," he said, his voice strained. "Taking my whole cock in your throat like a good girl. You love choking on it, don't you?" I moaned in response, the vibration making him hiss.
"I'm gonna come if you keep that up." he warned. "But I want to save this load for your pussy. I want to fill you up until you're dripping with it."
He pulled me off, a string of saliva connecting my lips to his cock. I was panting, my lips swollen.
"Not yet," he said, breathless. He flipped me onto my back, settling between my legs. He didn't remove my panties. Instead, he pulled them aside, exposing my pussy; wet, swollen, ready. The head of his cock nudged against my entrance, and I held my breath.
"Tell me if it's too much," he said. "But I know you can take it. You love the stretch."
"Yes," I whispered. "I need it." Then he pushed in.
The stretch was blinding. I felt every inch, every ridge, every vein as he slid inside me. My walls stretched around him, struggling to accommodate his girth. I gasped, my nails digging into his shoulders. He paused, letting me adjust, then pushed deeper. The feeling of being split open was overwhelming; pain and pleasure tangled together.
"Fuck, you're tight." he groaned, his forehead dropping to mine. "So fucking tight around my cock. I can feel every inch of you gripping me. You're squeezing me so hard, Pretty."
He inched deeper, giving me time to adjust. When he was fully seated, his hips pressed flush against mine, I felt impossibly full. I could feel him in my stomach, a deep, aching pressure. I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him deeper.
"Move," I begged. "Please. Fuck me."
He started slow, long strokes that pulled almost all the way out before pushing back in. My pussy clung to him, not wanting to let go. The drag of his cock against my walls was exquisite; every ridge and vein rubbing against my sensitive flesh. He watched my face, watching me feel every inch of him.
"You feel that?" he asked, voice low. "Feel how big I am? Stretching your little pussy? Look at how your lips spread around my cock."
"Yes," I whimpered.
"Yeah? You like it? You like feeling me split you open? Tell me how much you love it."
"I love itâfuckâI love your big cock in me."
"That's right. You'll be feeling me for days."
He picked up the pace, pounding into me. The bed creaked beneath us. My moans turned into cries, each thrust pushing the air from my lungs. He leaned down and kissed me, swallowing my sounds. His hand slid between us, thumb finding my clit through the lace of my panties.
"You feel so good." he growled against my lips. "Such a tight, wet pussy. Made for my cock. I could fuck you forever."
His thrusts grew erratic. He grabbed my legs and pushed them back, folding me in half, the new angle letting him go deeper. He slammed into me, hitting that spot that made stars burst behind my eyes.
"Right there," I sobbed.
"Yeah? Right there, Pretty?" He drilled into me, his thumb working my clit. "I can feel you clenching around me. You gonna come? Gonna cum on my big cock?"
"Yesâyesâpleaseâ"
"Come on my cock. Let me feel you come around me. Squeeze me tight."
I shattered. My orgasm ripped through me, my pussy clamping down around his thick length. I cried out, my entire body convulsing. Jake groaned, his hips stuttering, but he didn't stop. He kept fucking me through it, drawing out every spasm.
"Fuck, I'm gonna fill you up," he growled. "Fill this tight pussy with my cum. Pump it deep inside you so you can feel it dripping out of you all night."
"Come inside me," I begged. "Please. Fill me up."
His hips jerked, and I felt him pulse. Hot cum flooded me, filling me in waves. He kept thrusting, pushing his load deeper, groaning through his own climax. I felt every spurt, every twitch of his cock inside me, his cum coating my walls.
We stayed locked together, breathing hard. He finally pulled out slowly, cum leaking from my stretched pussy. He kissed my forehead, then my lips.
"You okay?" he asked, his voice gentle.
"More than okay," I whispered.
He collapsed beside me, his weight a comforting pressure. We lay there, panting, our bodies slick with sweat.
I expected him to roll over and go to sleep even leave. But instead, he leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to my lips. Then another. He brushed my hair out of my face, looking at me with those dark eyes.
"Stay, Please." I whispered.
He smiled against my mouth. "I'm not going anywhere Pretty."
in which ° you drunkenly call your ex boyfriend heeseung in the muddle of the night, asking him to come over. you done expect him to actually do it, until he turns up later, destroying you, then putting you together again as well as fixing your relationship
warnings ° smut, mdni 18+, exes to lovers, rough sex, dom!hee, sub!rea, gentle sex, aftercare, makeup sex, if theres anything else let me know
word count ° 1.1k
taglist ° open!!
đ«§claudias whisper ° i really enjoyed writing this!! i had a random idea while listening to 'hate that i made you love me' by ariana grande and i DONT PLAY ABOUT MY BABY ARIANA so i just had to write it
The silence of your apartment had become a suffocating weight over the last few weeks. Every corner of the room held a ghost of Heeseungâthe scent of his cologne on a forgotten hoodie, the indentation on the mattress where he used to sleep.
The breakup had been messy, a collision of pride and misunderstandings that left you both shattered and stubborn.
Tonight, however, the silence was drowned out by the rhythmic thrum of bass from a nearby bar and the burning slide of tequila down your throat. You were far past the point of rational thought. The alcohol had stripped away your resolve, leaving only a raw, aching hunger for the one person you weren't supposed to want.
Your fingers trembled as you dialed his number. You expected it to go to voicemail. You expected him to have blocked you. But when he picked up on the third ring, his voice was a low, gravelly rasp that sent a shiver straight to your core.
"What the fuck do you want, (y/n)?"
The roughness in his tone didn't deter you; it ignited something. "I miss you," you whispered, your voice thick and slurred. "I fucking miss you so much it hurts."
There was a long pause, the sound of his heavy breathing filling the line. "You're drunk," he stated, but there was a tremor of desire in his voice that betrayed him.
"Come over," you challenged, a sudden spark of desperation hitting you. "Or are you too scared?"
The line went dead. You slumped against your wall, wondering if you'd just pushed him too far, until forty minutes later, the lock on your front door clicked open. Heeseung stormed in, looking like a storm cloud in a black t-shirt and jeans, his eyes dark and turbulent. He didn't say a word as he slammed the door shut behind him, the sound echoing through the hallway.
He marched toward you, his presence overwhelming. Before you could even breathe, he had you pinned against the wall, his hands gripping your wrists and slamming them above your head.
"You think you can just call me and demand I come here?" he growled, his face inches from yours. His breath smelled of mint and something sharp, his eyes scanning your flushed face with a mixture of anger and longing.
"I didn't demand," you gasped, your chest heaving against his. "I asked."
"You're a brat," he hissed. He didn't kiss you gently. He crashed his lips against yours in a bruising, desperate collision. It wasn't a reunion; it was a war. He bit your lower lip hard enough to make you moan, his tongue forcing its way into your mouth to claim every inch of you.
He released your wrists only to grab your thighs, hoisting you up. You instinctively wrapped your legs around his waist, your skirt riding up to your hips. He groaned into your throat, his teeth grazing your skin, leaving marks that would surely be purple by morning.
"I hated you for calling me," he muttered against your skin, his voice vibrating through your chest. "I've spent every night trying to forget how you taste."
He carried you to the bedroom, not bothering to be careful. He dropped you onto the mattress and stripped his shirt off in one fluid motion, revealing the lean, hard muscles of his chest and stomach. You reached for him, but he stepped back, his eyes narrowing.
"Not yet," he commanded.
He stripped you with a rough efficiency, ripping your lace panties aside rather than sliding them off. He didn't use lubricant; he didn't use patience. He knelt between your legs, his large hands gripping your hips and bruising the skin as he pulled you to the edge of the bed.
He entered you in one heavy, punishing thrust. You screamed, the sudden fullness stretching you wide, a mixture of pain and overwhelming pleasure crashing over you. He didn't slow down. He began to fuck you with a rhythmic, violent intensity, his cock slamming into your pussy with a wet, slapping sound that filled the room.
"Tell me you're mine," he demanded, his voice a guttural command. He reached down, his thumb grinding hard against your clit while he continued to drive deep into you. "Tell me you're still mine, (y/n)."
"I'm yours!" you sobbed, your head tossing back against the pillows. "I've always been yours, Heeseung! Please, don't stop!"
The roughness peaked as he flipped you over, forcing you onto your hands and knees. He gripped your hair, pulling your head back so he could whisper in your ear while he hammered into you from behind. Every thrust hit your cervix, sending jolts of electricity through your spine. He was relentless, his body a machine of heat and friction, driving you closer and closer to the edge.
Just as you felt your walls begin to tighten, Heeseung let out a low, animalistic growl. He lunged forward, burying himself as deep as possible, and came with a force that made your entire body shudder. You followed immediately after, your orgasm ripping through you in violent waves, your pussy clamping tight around him as you both collapsed into a heap of tangled limbs and sweat.
As the adrenaline faded, the atmosphere shifted. The anger that had fueled the sex evaporated, leaving behind a raw, aching vulnerability. Heeseung didn't pull away immediately. Instead, he rolled over, pulling you tightly against his chest.
The roughness was gone. His touch became tentative, almost reverent. He began to kiss the crown of your head, his lips soft and lingering.
"I'm sorry," he whispered, his voice cracking. "I'm so sorry for how I acted."
He shifted, gently lifting you to carry you into the bathroom. He didn't let you walk. He sat you on the counter and took a warm washcloth, carefully cleaning the remnants of their passion from your skin. He was meticulous, his movements slow and tender, ensuring you were comfortable.
Once you were clean and dressed in one of his oversized shirts, he led you back to the bed. He tucked the duvet around you, then climbed in beside you, pulling you into the crook of his arm. He spent the next hour just holding you, rubbing slow circles into your back, whispering apologies and admissions of how much he had suffered in the silence.
"I can't do this anymore," he murmured, kissing your temple. "I can't be without you. I don't care who was right or who was wrong. I just want you back."
You looked up at him, your eyes misty. "I don't want to be without you either."
He leaned down, kissing youânot with the violence of before, but with a sweetness that brought tears to your eyes. It was a promise, a reconciliation sealed in the quiet of the midnight hour.
"We'll fix it," he promised, tightening his grip on you. "I'm not letting you go again."
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he can't handle the way you look in the crowd, so he takes you backstage.
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Sweat beat down your forehead as bodies pressed against bodies. It was hot, but not hot enough to make you want to leave. Even if you did, there was no way you could find your way out in the crowd behind you.
The stage was so close, if you reached out, you could probably touch your fingertips to it. You ran a hand through your hair and threw your head back, taking the very small moment between songs to swallow whatever was left in your water bottle.
Heesungâs gaze met yours for the briefest second. You wiped your mouth and turned away, face burning. He was a flirt, you knew that. He flirted with lots of fansâeven knowing this, that look still sent shivers throughout your body.
Your thighs pressed together, and for the rest of the night , you tried to avoid watching him. It had just been a weird coincidence. You had just been in the right place at the right time. Soâthen why did it feel like his eyes were boring into the side of your head every other minute? And just nowâhe couldnât be couldâ
Oh crap!
He was looking. Another coincidence?
Youâd been standing in the VIP pit all night, he was bound to notice you, even if it was just a passing glance, and you had been to an ENHYPEN fan signing not too long ago. Maybe he thought he recognized you, but couldn't remember from where?
But he wasnât turning away, and the concert had just ended so why was he still staring? Why did it feel like you were trapped in a game you hadnât known you were playing?
Girls around you waved goodbye to the group as they exited the stageâyou would have toâbut you couldnât move. You were stock still, his one-way gaze holding you in place. And then you were being escorted toward the exit of the venue by security.
Normal. This was normal.
âExcuse me,â until it wasnât, âplease follow me.â
You paused, covering your mouth with the back of one of your hands. She was wearing all black, and a headset wrapped around her headâit didnât take a genius to figure it out, but still, you asked. âWho are you?â
âPlease,â she smiled, adjusting her mic, "just follow me.â
Who in their right mind would follow a random woman into a dark alcove? But at an ENHYPEN concert, who wouldnât?
The hallway was wide, the walls a muddy gray, a stark contrast to the brightness that had appeared once the venueâs lights had been flipped on. The headset-girl led you to a room, but there was no name printed on the door. Perhaps it was a waiting room⊠For⊠Like⊠fan-meetings? But as far as you knew, there wasnât anything set up beforehand, and you wouldâve certainly remembered if youâd signed up for something like thatâmore so if youâd won.
Less things began to add up as you walked around the room. It appeared to be in-useâthough there was no one present at the momentâbut not for permanent stays.
You ran your fingers over the black, leather couch in the center. Maybe you should turn the lights on so you wouldn't bump into anythingâbut where were they? Damn, you should have asked that Unni.
Your breath caught in your throat just as you spun around; the door was swinging open and then closing in less than a second, allowing only one person to enter. âWhoââ woah, what was going on with your voice? It was trembling. Were you that nervous?
Your hands pressed to your cheeks and you took a step back. âI think thereâs been some confusion.â
âWhat?â It sounded almost like a laugh.
You held your breath as his feet moved him forward. You fell into the middle of the couch, holding your breath as his arm shot out, capturing you between himself and the cushion behind you. âAâmisunderstanding...â
Your eyes went wide, your cheeks flushed from more than the heat, and your thighs squeezed without any warning. âI donât think so.â His eyes were pools of midnight, they captivated you with such intensity that you thought youâd pass out if this didnât cease.
Your shaky inhale and a shuddering exhale had him grinning. He traced your jaw with the tips of his fingers, trailing them down your neck. He smelled like cedarwood and something tart, and if you didnât figure out what the hell was going onâwaitâŠ
Maybe you were dead?
Dehydration? It was a possibility.
An unwanted whimper fell from your lips when his other hand gripped your thigh. âWhatâs wrong?â He was mocking you, that expression told you everything.
You swallowed. What the actual hell was going on? âHeyâwaitââ You pulled your hands in front of your face. He was so close. Heeseung pried your hands away.
âYou always look so pretty.â His breath coated the tip of your ear and the hairs on the back of your neck stood up. âI remember youââ he said. âA few months ago.â He pulled away, looking down at you with the hungriest eyes youâd ever seen. âYou looked so innocent then, too.â
Confusion warped around explanations in your head. âYou know me?â
A cold laugh fell from his lips and he threw his head up. âKnow you?â He shook his head, hand shooting out. Long, warm fingers wrapped around your throat and he squeezed, grinding against you. âOf course I do.â
A gasp formed around your mouth when his hand around your neck forced you to look up.
âYouâre mine.â
 âWhââ you choked when his grip tightened.
âI own you.â
One of his fingers slipped between your legs, teasing at your panties.
âSoaked, are we?â He titled his head and damnit if that wasn't the hottest thing you'd ever set your sights on.
You bit down, your jaw locking when his hand slipped past the fabric protecting you. He worked you up slowly, and then he was pumping until you were squirming with pleasure instead of fear.
âThatâs right,â he murmured against your temple.
You met his hand with each curl, digging your nails into his shoulder. He strained against your hold, laughing at your whine. Heâd stopped moving his fingers, why? You clenched around nothing now.
âDonât worry.â He undid the clasp of his belt, âIâm still going to ruin you.â
It was too late to realize that this was probably really wrong. He was your idol, your biasâhe wasnât someone who whispered dirty things into your ear and took gratification in toying with your head. You shuddered when he lined his tip with your entrance. Your hands gripped around his forearms.
âLook at you.â He scoffed, forcing your chin down, âLook at what a slut you are.â
His free arm wrapped around your waist, and with one thrust of his hips, he filled you.
Your screams were muffled by his palm and you bit down, saliva coating the soft skin. Tears streaked down your cheeks and he absolutely adored it.
âGodââ he groaned as your body convulsed around him, sucking him deeper and deeper. He was losing himself, but hadnât he already lost?
Before all of thisâa few months ago, the second his gaze had caught hers? That moment seemed like forever ago, it seemed like heâd been without her for lifetimesâand tonight, when heâd seen her in the crowdâat the very front, he knew. He just knew he had to have her.
That outfit she woreâclean on the outsideâbut he knew what lay beneath. It all now lay stretched, drenched, and filthy.
On her main social media, she was a private personâat least thatâs what most people wouldâve thought when looking at her page. But after diggingâlots of diggingâheâd discovered another side to her. The side that no one but the night life of Seoul knew.
She was dirtyâshe was dangerousâbut fuck everything if he couldnât desroy that perfect little image sheâd built up. Even if it was in secret like thisâshe was his. No one else would ever touch her. His. She was his.
He groaned as her walls squeezed around his length. His slut. His.
( pervert! đ”đČđČ ) x roommate reader ft. đ·đźđžđČ đ smut MDNI , hee is a pervert with high sex drive , flirting , jealousy , dirty thoughts , mutual (?) masterbation , panty stealing (and fucking) , pillow fucking , recording , pussy and tit play , bj , edging , use of 'whore' , public (risky) sex , talks through it , pussy slapping , squirting
perv roommate! đ”đČđČ // who flirts with you in the worst, subtle but most obvious ways, whenever he senses the opportunity to, and when you occasionally go along, he flicks his brows up and gives you that hard stare that definitely tells you he's thinking about you. lowly sister thoughts.
perv roommate! đ”đČđČ // who shows up every single time you can't reach your mug in the upper cabinets. his warm chest presses against your back, defined outlines of his lean upper body splayed behind you, lips brushing your earlobes as he whispers a slow "I got it."
perv roommate! đ”đČđČ // who teaches you how to game as you sit on his gaming chair, his tall frame towering over you as he sets his palm top of yours over the mouse amidst conversation. "this is how you do it, you put this here, and shoot... understood?" as his palm squeezes yours and lingers too long.
perv roommate! đ”đČđČ // who's ankle brushes yours every now and then during dinner under the table. you gulp, because he never moves away. next time it happens and his feet 'accidentally' traces your bare leg, you don't move away within milliseconds by mustering up whatever courage you have. the first mistake occurs when you look up and lock eyes with him who's staring you down as he licks his lip slowly. second mistake is when you try to pull away but he tugs your chair closer by hooking his feet with yours. and looks at you like he absolutely didn't do what he just did while his electric touch power offs your system.
perv roommate! đ”đČđČ // who glares at jake the entire saturday night you invited him over. interrupts whenever jake gets too close, keeps pulling you aside, sticking by your side like your shadow, burning a hole into jakes head with his gaze everytime the poor boy tries to speak. is beyond eager to show him the way out of the house when you wrap up for the night. you think he's being silly, but either way, heat pools in your belly either way everytime you catch his hard stare. not so silly anymore.
perv roommate! đ”đČđČ // who thinks he's hallucinating when he hears you moaning other side of the wall. actually making the sounds he's been fantasizing every night like a loser and he's in borderline shock as the reality of you touching yourself sets over him. his dick jumps in his pants and something officially awakens in him.
perv roommate! đ”đČđČ // who touches himself along when you're at it. his ears press against the wall, catching every sound, every gasp, whimper, cry, listening to the lewd noises spilling out of your parted lips as his thumb runs over his slit teasingly. "fuck..."
perv roommate! đ”đČđČ // who starts daydreaming mindlessly. you crouch to pull the tray out of the oven and he's thinking of bending you over it right then and there. you walk by him? he's immediately staring at your legs. howd they look over his shoulders? eyes observe your fingers curled against the remote as he starts thinking of ways you touch yourself, do you curl them like this? his brains mush.
perv roommate! đ”đČđČ // who noticed you've stopped wearing your bra around. he's now walking around with hard on half the time and he's concluded, fine, if this is the game, he might as well start palming himself infront of you to the view of your plush breasts suffocating under the tight top with your nipples pebbled under the fabric.
perv roommate! đ”đČđČ // who spots your laundry and loses his mind. before he can reality check himself, his hands are moving, stuffing your underwear from the laundry bag into his pocket. and now he has your red flimsy lace wrapped around his dick, fucking into the fabric while imagining it were you instead. "y/nâ ah.. fuck!"
perv roommate! đ”đČđČ // who is overly obsessed with the way you smell. he will hump on pillow, in your bed, your room, making a mess as he moans your name into your bedsheet. his fist grips your black panty he found as he moves jerkilly over the fluffy pillow before shooting his load everywhere. sticky cum over your bedding like glaze.
perv roommate! đ”đČđČ // who records youd voices one day, having enough of it. you're right here, so loud, making obsene, wild noises, touching yourself with your tiny fingers which don't even make you cum, and he's decided he's not going to miss a minute of it. at all.
perv roommate! đ”đČđČ // who stops by your room one sunday. ah, you're at it again. "heeseung...." ...did you moan his name? did he hear that right? "fuck, heeseung...., nghâ" that's it, he's turning the knob and pushing your door open.
perv roommate! đ”đČđČ // who makes you cum atrociously in all the ways possible as soon as he walks into the room and sees your trembling figure sprawled across the bed with hands stuffed into your pants. how cutely you freeze up before reaching for him to ease the ache in between your legs.
perv roommate! đ”đČđČ // who stares at your pussy after peeling the clothing off. "you been hidin this?" he leans closer, his breath fanning your core as he parts your pussy lips with his fingers, watching the glob of slick roll down your inner thighs in fascination. his tongue flicks out to catch it, licking a long stripe up to your clit before sucking on your bundle of nerves. "please..." your eyes roll back and he finally hears you moan into his ears. fucking finally.
perv roommate! đ”đČđČ // who's grown inseparable. he's made a mental checklist of fuckable surfaces to fuck you on. he wakes you up by alternating between making out with your tits or eating you out. proceeds to finger you on the kitchen counter as breakfast is stranded. fucks you with his tongue on the table before lunch and ends the day with his dick drilling into your pussy.
perv roommate! đ”đČđČ // who sneaks into your shower, sliding behind you as his one hand reaches to grope your tit and other trails lower to slip between your legs, fingers gliding between your pussy lips as he spreads the wetness around, making you shake as he rubs your clit standing in the shower. "hee... fuckâ" "stay still y/n , hm?"
perv roommate! đ”đČđČ // who has the dirtiest mouth during sex. he makes you hyper aware of exactly what position he's got you in, and how pathetic you look, how you're begging for his cock to fill you, how your made for him, his cocksleeve. makes you say please and thank you. drives you crazy in all ways possible before giving what you want.
perv roommate! đ”đČđČ // who fingers you during movie night. the film playing on the large tv screen was forgotten long ago. heeseungs arms had crawled between your legs, stuffing his hand under your shorts as he stuck two fingers inside you while you tried to ride his fingers, desperate of release, but he just held you down while pumping his fingers slowly, making you feel the slow burning stretch as the third finger joins in.
perv roommate! đ”đČđČ // who edges you so bad, half the time it leads to brimming tears. he blows air the first five minutes onto your clit before eating you out. he plays with your slick and wet folds for ten minutes before inserting his digits in while fingering you. and to top it off, spends twenty minutes gliding his cock over and over your creamy pussy, taking his sweet time. as you beg him to fuck you.
perv roommate! đ”đČđČ // who records you sucking his dick in the living room. his fingers grip your hair as he fucks into your warm slippery mouth. "take it baby, fuck, suck daddy off." your tongue sticks out as he taps his tip on the muscle before shooting hot white cum spurts all over your face. "fuuckk, just like that." you watch him send the video to jake but you couldn't care less, hands moving to remove your panties instead, ready for your turn.
perv roommate! đ”đČđČ // who reminisces the days he survived listening to you over walls, makes you touch yourself in front of him. "show me how you do it, do you pump your fingers in or tease before hm?" "you're into that? so fucking dirty baby." "you're so dirty." "touch your tits, pinch your nipplesâ harder. yes, just like that." "say my name now, don't shy away." "yeah baby you're almost there, rub your little clit, go in circles."
perv roommate! đ”đČđČ // who goes as far as to drag you to the balcony, flipping your skirt as he parts your standing legs. his fingers move to push your panties to the side, letting the cool air against your pussy. you bite back a whimper when he rubs your bundle of nerves with your finger. "h-hee... someone might walk by, they might see, mmhâ" his fingers pinch your clit as your jaw falls open in a silent gasp. "keep a watch then baby, c'mon, eyes wide open." he's crazy.
perv roommate! đ”đČđČ // who discovers what you're into. he's stunned the moment you moan out loud, back arching into him the first time he slaps your pussy. "fuck," his voice does deeper. "you like that?" he slaps your wet cunt again, much to his liking, your reaction is immediate. "my dirty little whore, who would've known baby." he flips you to your back with legs wide open, spending the rest of the time playing with your pussy as he slaps the wet flesh while you tremble and squirm at the delicious sting.
perv roommate! đ”đČđČ // who is mind blown when you squirt for the first time. his cock pistons into you. one hand gripping your hips as the other alternates between flicking and rolling your clit. a chant of his name is followed along with you squirting liquid all over his dick. he's so mesmerized and struck, his eyes are glued to your pulsing hole, watching the juices trickle down. fuck, he's ready to fuck you for as long as he gets to see you do it again.
perv roommate! đ”đČđČ // who made jake watch. jake pants heavily, eyes wide open as he palms his dick over his sweatpants. heeseung has you face down ass up in the air as he fucks into your pussy while yanking your air up. "fuckâ hee! just like that mm," he pulls out before slamming back into you, falling into a rhythm. "yeah? you like my cock? let jake know baby," jake groans into his palm as he feels himself spiral, already hard and leaking in his pants, horny out of his mind. your eyes roll back and tongue lolls out of your parted open mouth. "yours, yours hee, fuck I like your cock so much! I- I'm gonna cum, cu, I'm cumming,â"
"good girl."
⥠đđąđđđŹđđ â works đ 2026.
Heat turned out to be the easy part. The real problem was waking up wrapped in alpha scent and realizing Park Sunghoon and Sim Jaeyun cared for you with terrifying devotion, enough that somewhere between ruined sleep schedules, fever management and increasingly territorial behavior, the three of you stopped pretending any of this was temporary.
188O7 âââââ genre omegaverse enhypen au âââââ pair alpha!jakehoon x omega!reader
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188O7 âwarnings bad writing i'm not even joking, THIS CHAPTER CONTAIN SMUT, cervix fucking (oops), not realistic and detailed description of sex, MDNI, fast pacing!, cringe terminations (let's embrace our omegaverse on this one pls), idiots in love, too repetitive, bigdick!jakehoon, omegaspace mentioned.
The elevator ride up was quiet except for the soft ding of floors. Jaeyun carried most of the conversation in low murmurs, what groceries they needed, whether they should message your roommate Soojin so she wouldnât worry, how long the worst of the rebound might last. Sunghoon answered in grunts, one arm still supporting you against his side. You were half-awake now, steps unsteady, but you stayed pressed close.
When the door to Sunghoonâs flat clicked open, the familiar scent of minimalism and expensive leather hit first. Clean lines, dark wood, floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the river, it looked like a magazine spread, not a place meant for someone crashing through heat.
You hesitated in the entryway, eyes glassy but still taking everything in. âI can take the couch,â you mumbled.
âNo,â both alphas said at the same time. Sunghoonâs jaw tightened. âYouâre taking my bedroom, itâs the most isolated.â
You looked like you wanted to argue, but another cramp made you sway.
Jaeyun caught your elbow gently. âBedroom, baby. Listen to us.â
The thing about being an omega is that the books always underestimate how a heat actually works. They paint it like some elegant, erotic unraveling, silk sheets, desperate longing, bodies fitting together in perfect cinematic rhythm.
In reality it is far more surgical.
A biological mutiny that hijacks every system at once: thermoregulation failing, muscles seizing in waves that feel like labor cramps, scent leaking no matter how many patches you layer on, the brain fog so thick you can barely track your own thoughts.
It is not romantic. It is exhausting. And right now it was dragging you under in the middle of Park Sunghoonâs pristine living room like an unwelcome guest who refused to leave.
You let them guide you down the hallway because fighting took more energy than you had left. The bedroom smelled like him, cool, expensive, with that sharp undercurrent of alpha that made your omega settle even as your rational mind recoiled. The bed was massive, sheets crisp and dark.
âI donât want to ruin your things,â you said quietly, voice rough from the hours of silence and suppressed sounds in that bathroom.
Jaeyun knelt in front of you, one hand resting on your knee, his touch was warm, steady, and your omega leaned into it before your mind could catch up. âYouâre not ruining anything, noona. Youâre exactly where you need to be.â
Sunghoon moved quietly behind you, adjusting the pillows so you could sink deeper. When his wrist brushed the back of your neck â scent gland deliberately close â a soft, involuntary sound slipped from your throat.
Relief, immediate and visceral.
The tight coil in your belly eased just enough to let you breathe properly for the first time since the bathroom.
âThatâs it,â Jaeyun murmured, voice low and approving. He shifted onto the bed beside you, careful, letting his own scent, warmer, brighter, like sun-warmed amber and something sweetly spiced, mingle with Sunghoonâs. The combination settled over you like a second skin.
Your fingers found the front of his shirt without thinking, curling into the fabric as you pressed your face against his chest.
The biology of it was shameless. Your body knew them, recognized the safety in their scents, the way an alpha's presence dulled the sharp edges of the heat before it could spike violently. A low rumble started in Jaeyunâs chest, not quite a purr, but close enough that it vibrated against your cheek and made your omega preen. Pure omegan instinct.
Sunghoon stayed on the other side, one knee braced on the mattress. His hand found the nape of your neck just like before, thumb pressing gently over your scent gland in slow, rhythmic strokes. Each pass sent little sparks of calm straight down your spine, loosening muscles you hadnât realized were locked tight.
âYouâre safe,â the Park said quietly.
But the way his alpha scent deepened in response, richer, more protective, told you everything his words didnât.
Time blurred after that. Your two bestfriends worked in quiet tandem, the kind that came from months of orbiting the same person. Jaeyun helped you out of the volunteer blouse and into one of Sunghoonâs softest hoodies, the fabric already carrying days of his scent. Sunghoon brought cool cloths for your neck and wrists, refilled water, dimmed the lights until the room felt like a cocoon of dark wood and river glow.
You drifted between awareness and haze through it all. Every time the warmth in your belly curled tighter, that deep, aching pull that made your hips shift restlessly, one of them was there.
At one point you woke to find yourself fully nestled between them, face tucked under Sunghoonâs chin, Jaeyun spooned behind you with one leg draped carefully over yours. The contact was electric and soothing all at once. Your skin drank in their warmth, the steady thrum of their heartbeats syncing something primal inside you. A soft, needy sound escaped before you could stop it. Your hips pressed back instinctively, seeking more pressure against the growing ache low in your core.
Jaeyunâs breath hitched against your nape. âIt's okay.â
Sunghoonâs hand slid lower, resting heavy and warm just below your navel, right where the heat curled hottest. The simple pressure made your toes curl, a quiet moan slipping free as fresh slick warmed between your thighs. Not full frenzy yet, just the slow, delicious build that made everything feel hypersensitive and right.
None of them commented on the violent new scent that permeated the air right after. Pure omegan slick, fresh and irrestible for alphas. You knew they were probably losing their minds, but your hazy brain couldn't grasp that awareness at that moment.
Both of them let the biology lead, let your body tell them what it needed: scent, touch, closeness. Jaeyun nuzzled behind your ear, dragging his wrist lightly along your throat to refresh the sensation of belonging you so clearly craved. Sunghoon kept that steady palm on your belly, grounding the ache into something almost pleasurable.
In the heavy silence that followed, you caught the shift through the fog clouding your thoughts, the way both alphas went suddenly, dangerously still. A low, guttural âfuckâ slipped from Sunghoonâs throat, barely audible, his fingers flexing against your skin as if he was physically restraining himself from pressing harder. Jaeyunâs breath hitched sharply behind you, his chest expanding against your back as he cleared his throat roughly, the sound strained. You felt them exchange a single, loaded glance over your head, tense, restless, their scents spiking with raw, barely-leashed hunger, before they forced themselves back under control, hands gentling again, bodies anchoring you even as their own instincts warred violently beneath the surface.
You melted between them, the luxury of the apartment fading into background.
The night stretched on in waves of quiet intensity, soft touches, rumbling chests, the occasional broken sound from your throat when the curl in your belly sharpened into pure need.
The room had gone quiet again, your breathing finally evening out into something deeper, a small miracle. You lay curled on your side between them, Sunghoonâs hoodie riding up just enough to expose a strip of overheated skin at your waist, one hand loosely fisted in Jaeyunâs shirt even in sleep.
Jaeyun met Sunghoonâs eyes over your head, a silent nod passed between them. They slipped out of the bed with careful movements, leaving the door cracked open so they could hear if you stirred. The hallway felt colder without you pressed between them.
In the kitchen, the city lights from the windows cast long shadows across the marble island. Jaeyun went straight for the fridge, pulling out two bottles of water and the electrolyte packets theyâd had delivered earlier. Sunghoon leaned back against the counter, arms crossed tight over his chest like he could physically hold his not-so-human part in check.
It wasnât working. The gland at the base of his neck throbbed, his wrists itched again with the phantom need to scent you more thoroughly, and every instinct screamed to go back to the bedroom and wrap around you until nothing else existed.
âSheâs actually sleeping,â Jaeyun said quietly, sliding one bottle across the island, voice rough. âFor how long, who knows. But itâs something.â
Sunghoon took the water but didnât open it. âThis is fucked.â
Jaeyun let out a short, humorless laugh and dragged a hand through his hair. âYeah, tell me about it.â He braced both hands on the counter, shoulders tense, the veins in his forearms standing out as he gripped the marble like it was the only thing keeping him grounded.
His scent had thickened noticeably, sharp and restless, bleeding through the suppressant patches on his neck.
âMy rutâs still a few weeks out but fuck⊠seeing her like this, smelling her this close? Itâs triggering the shit out of me. I donât think I shouldââ
âYou wonât hurt her,â Sunghoon cut in quietly, eyes narrowing as he studied his best friend. âI wonât let you.â
Jaeyun shook his head, jaw clenched so tight the muscle jumped. A low, frustrated rumble built in his chest before he swallowed it down. His hands were trembling slightly against the counter, pupils blown wider than they should have been. The scent of your fresh slick was still clinging to the air between them, and it was clearly hitting Jake harder than either of them had anticipated.
Sunghoon watched him for a long second, analyzing the way Jaeyunâs breathing had gone rough, the way his alpha was pushing against every restraint he had.
âYou had your rut a couple weeks ago so youâre handling it better,â Jaeyun said carefully, âbut donât act like youâre not affected."
"The scent is messing with you more than it should.â Sunghoon notices.
Jaeyun exhaled shakily, rubbing a hand over his face. âYeah⊠fuck. I can feel it pulling. I donât trust myself right now.â
Sunghoon nodded once, decisive. âThen stay out of the bedroom for a while. Iâll keep an eye on her until sheâs coherent again. Weâll talk about limits properly when she can think straight â knotting included. Iâve got this for now.â
Sunghoon nodded again, already turning toward the fridge to grab another bottle of electrolyte water.
âIâll take this in. Sheâs starting to slick up more easily â thatâs usually the sign the first real wave is about to hit harder before it breaks. She needs to stay hydrated.â
Before he could take more than two steps, Jaeyunâs hand shot out, fingers wrapping around the Park's wrist with surprising strength. The GS heirâs voice came out wrecked, low and rough, like the words were being dragged out of him. âWait. Just⊠donât scare her, yeah?â Jaeyun's grip tightened for a second, thumb pressing unconsciously against Sunghoonâs pulse point. âSheâs already so fucking vulnerable in there. I canâtâ if she gets scared because we fucked up, I wonât forgive myself.â
Sunghoon paused, studying his best friendâs face. Jaeyunâs eyes were darker than usual, pupils blown, the line of his shoulders rigid with the effort of holding back. The scent rolling off him was thick with protective instinct, almost pained in its intensity. It wasnât just rut proximity anymore. His alpha had latched onto you hard, treating your well-being like something sacred and fragile that could shatter if they werenât careful enough.
âI wonât,â Sunghoon said quietly, squeezing Jaeyunâs shoulder once. âIâve got her, don't worry. Weâll call you back in when sheâs steady again.â
Jaeyun exhaled shakily and let go, stepping back with visible reluctance. His eyes flicked toward the hallway leading to the bedroom, jaw working like he was physically stopping himself from following.
The apartment had gone quiet sometime after midnight, though never truly silent. It held that particular stillness only expensive places seemed to possess, the low, constant hum of the refrigerator, the faint murmur of traffic twenty floors below, water moving somewhere beyond the windows where the river carved silver ribbons through the city lights.
For a while you slept, or at least your body did. Your mind never fully caught up.
The first thing you became aware of was the heat. Not the dramatic, cinematic fire from romance novels, but something far more oppressive: a slow, molten weight replacing your blood from the inside out. Every inch of skin felt too sensitive against the sheets. Sunghoonâs hoodie clung unpleasantly to your stomach, the pillow beneath your cheek suddenly wrong in a way that made your jaw tighten.
You shifted, and immediately regretted it. A cramp folded sharply through your abdomen, deep and twisting, pulling a quiet, broken sound from your throat before you could swallow it. The ache lingered afterward, spreading through your hips and lower back in heavy waves that felt alarmingly close to the labor pains your omega roommate once described during medical dramas.
God.
You squeezed your eyes shut again, the suppressants were truly gone now, not just fading, but collapsed entirely. You could feel the absence in every raw, overloaded sense.
Sunghoonâs cool cedar and citrus clung to everything, threaded with Jaeyunâs warmer amber undertone, but the alphas themselves were missing.
Your eyes opened slowly. The room was exactly as you remembered it, oversized bed, dark furniture, floor-to-ceiling windows framing the glittering river, yet the emptiness hit like a physical blow.
The realization settled heavy beneath your ribs, ugly and restless.
Logically it shouldnât have mattered. You were twenty-two, fully capable of sitting alone in a bedroom for twenty minutes. But right now, your body disagreed with violent intensity. Panic, or something closer to it, surged through you so fast the room tilted when you pushed yourself upright. Nausea followed, you grabbed for the mattress, breathing through the spin.
The hoodie, Sunghoonâs, rode up as you moved, and your fingers curled unconsciously into the sleeves. His scent intensified against your skin. Your omega practically melted into it, a traitorous wave of calm washing through the ache low in your belly. You stared down at the fabric in quiet horror.
âAbsolutely not,â you whispered hoarsely.
Ten minutes later you were barefoot in the hallway anyway, drawn forward by the distant murmur of voices and the pull of their combined scents drifting from the kitchen. The apartment lights had been dimmed to a soft amber glow. Relief hit you so sharply your knees nearly buckled. For one humiliating second you simply stood there, letting it wrap around you â safe, present, close enough that the restless knot in your chest began to loosen.
A floorboard creaked under your weight.
The conversation in the kitchen stopped instantly.
Then Jaeyunâs voice, low and warm: âNoona?â
The relief that hit your system at the sound of Jaeyunâs voice was so immediate it made you want to throw yourself out the nearest window. You hated it, hated how the restless tightness beneath your ribs loosened the second both alphasâ scents wrapped around you properly again, hated how the clawing discomfort that had driven you out of the bedroom settled like it had never existed.
Most of all, you hated that neither of them looked surprised to see you standing there barefoot in the hallway like some half-feral creature drawn by instinct alone.
Jaeyun leaned one shoulder heavily against the kitchen entrance like he needed the support to stay upright, sleeves rolled to his elbows now, while Sunghoon stood near the marble island quietly cutting open delivery bags from the pharmacy downstairs. Jaeyunâs posture was tighter, shoulders rigid, jaw clenched as he fought to keep his breathing even. His scent had already started bleeding through the patches more noticeably, restless and sharp. Sunghoon, still riding the tail end of his own recent rut, looked steadier by comparison.
Sunghoon glanced up first, setting the scissors down. âI was about to bring you more electrolyte water,â he said, voice low and even. ââŠbefore the doorbell rang with the pharmacy delivery.â He studied you for a beat. âCouldnât sleep?â
You hesitated, then took a shy step further into the kitchen, cramps no longer trying to kill you. Jaeyun grimaced visibly at the movement, turning his face slightly like he was trying to hide how much your scent was affecting him. You stopped mid-step, observing the way Sunghoon threw a quick, worried glance toward his best friend. The Park heirâs hand froze on the next bag, caution settling over his features as he waited.
Sunghoon ignored Jaeyun completely after that, shifting his focus entirely onto you with deliberate calm. He set the scissors down on the counter and stepped around the island, closing some of the distance between you without crowding. âHere,â he said, voice low and steady as he picked up one of the fresh electrolyte bottles heâd already prepared. âDrink this slowly. Youâre losing fluids faster now.â His tone left no room for argument, but it was gentle, the kind of quiet authority he used when he didnât want you spiraling.
He held the bottle out, drawing your eyes away from Jaeyun and back to him.
You took the bottle automatically, fingers brushing his. Sunghoonâs gaze stayed locked on yours, steady and intentional, like he was silently willing you to stay focused on him instead of the tension rolling off his best friend.
âThe cramps easing up at all?â he asked, keeping his voice even, pulling the conversation back to practical things. âOr do you need the heating pad already?â
You opened your mouth, paused, then shrugged. Explaining that your body had thrown a full tantrum the moment it realized both alphas were in another room felt too humiliating to put into words. Still, your gaze kept drifting toward Jaeyun, intrigued and unsettled by the way he had recoiled from your scent, the way his shoulders stayed rigid like he was physically holding himself back. Sunghoon seemed set on distracting you from it entirely though.
You answered quietly, mortified by how clinical he had made everything sound. âTheyâre⊠better when you touch me. The heatâs making me slick up more easily too.â Your face burned as you forced the words out. âItâs not just the cramps anymore.â
The clinical wording only made your embarrassment worse. You took a small sip, cheeks hot, while Jaeyun stayed quiet behind him, still clearly fighting his own reaction to your scent.
You hesitated for a second, then asked softly, âIs he okay?â
Sunghoon didnât answer right away. Instead he circled the island with slow, deliberate steps, positioning himself between you and Jaeyun like a living shield. His broad frame blocked most of your view as he stopped close enough that his scent wrapped around you again, cool cedar and citrus cutting through the heavier sweetness still clinging to your skin.
âYour scent is affecting both of us,â he murmured, voice low and steady, meant only for you. âThe difference is I had my rut a couple weeks ago and Jakeâs is set for the end of the month. Heâs just⊠feeling it more right now. He wonât hurt you, he just needs a couple of minutes alone to get his head straight.â
You nodded slowly, but when Sunghoon tried to guide you gently toward the sofa with a hand at your lower back, you stopped him. Your gaze slipped past his shoulder, searching for Jaeyun. The Sim heir was already slowly stepping out of the kitchen toward the hallway, movements careful and measured like he was trying not to alarm you. Sunghoon shifted immediately, using his height to block your line of sight again, broad shoulders filling your vision.
You looked up at him instead. A little ping of distress touched your gland, sharp and unexpected. Now that you were more clear-headed and the first horrible wave had finally passed, the worry for the other alpha settled in fast.
Jaeyun had looked like he was in pain.
Sunghoonâs hand stayed warm and grounding on your back. âFor a clear-headed alpha itâs already hard to stay in the presence of an omega in distress,â he explained quietly, eyes steady on yours. âFor one whose rut is about to set⊠itâs even harder. Let him have the space, heâll come back when he can handle it.â
His hand stayed firm but gentle on your lower back, guiding you away from the hallway and toward the wide sofa in the living room.
âY/N.â Sunghoonâs voice was low when he noticed you were still distracted, a quiet warning that carried more weight than any raised tone ever could. You let him, the protest dying in your throat as you reminded exactly why you were here.
He eased you down onto the cushions, arranging the blanket around your lap with careful hands before sitting on the coffee table directly in front of you, knees brushing yours.
âWe need to talk about limits and hard nos,â he said quietly, eyes steady on yours. âWhile youâre still clear enough to tell us what you actually want... Before it peaks.â
You nodded, cheeks already warm. Sunghoon leaned in slightly, his gaze clinical but not cold as he examined you with slow, deliberate attention. His fingers brushed your wrist first, checking your pulse, then moved to your forehead, feeling the rising temperature there. He studied the flush creeping down your neck, the way your thighs pressed together under the blanket, the subtle tremble in your hands.
His touch was professional yet intimate, thumb pressing lightly against the inside of your wrist again as he counted heartbeats. You felt exposed under his scrutiny, every small reaction catalogued, the way your scent kept sweetening, the faint sheen of sweat at your temples, the unconscious roll of your hips when another wave of heat threatened to curl low in your belly.
âCan I check?â he asked, voice dropping even softer. âJust your neck gland. Itâs the most accurate way to tell which stage of pre-heat youâre in right now. I wonât bite, I swear. Just check."
The request made your stomach flip with embarrassment. The neck gland was sacred, deeply personal, vulnerable in a way that felt far more exposing than anything else. Still, you tilted your head to the side, baring the soft skin there. Sunghoon leaned in slowly, nose brushing just beneath your ear. His exhale ghosted warm across the sensitive spot, sending a shiver down your spine. He inhaled deeply, deliberate and careful, lips barely an inch from your gland.
The intimacy of it was overwhelming, his breath, his closeness, the way your omega preened under the attention even as your face burned hotter. He stayed there longer than you expected, breathing you in like he was memorizing every subtle shift in your scent, the way it thickened with fresh slick, the underlying note of distress still clinging to it.
When he finally pulled back, his pupils were slightly wider, a faint flush high on his own cheeks. âYour proper heat is still a couple of hours away,â he murmured, voice a little rougher than before. âBut itâs accelerating faster than we expected. We need to talk now, while you can still think clearly.â
You stared at him, mortified. âHow can you even tell that just from⊠smelling me?â
The question hung awkwardly between you for a moment. Sunghoon scratched the back of his neck, suddenly looking almost shy despite everything.
âIâve never spent a full heat with an omega before,â he admitted quietly. âBut I know omegasâ bodies. I learned a lot from having a younger omega sisterâŠ, the signs, the progression, what different stages smell like. The way the scent changes when the real wave is coming.â He paused, then added with a faint, self-conscious shrug, âSo yeah⊠Iâve picked up experience. Just not in this way.â
You blinked, the embarrassment easing into something warmer. âYou seem pretty good with it,â you said softly, almost teasing but mostly sincere.
Before he could respond, your gaze drifted toward the hallway again, worry creeping back in.
âWhat about Jake? He just⊠vanished. He looked like he was in pain.â
Sunghoonâs hand returned to your knee, gentle but firm, keeping your attention on him. âDonât worry about him. He's the more experienced one here with omegas in heat. Trust me, heâll get a hold of himself quickly, he just needs a minute to breathe without your scent pulling at him so hard.â
You felt a pang of pity twist in your chest. You were the oldest, you were supposed to be the responsible one, and yet here you were, making two of your friends alphas navigate this impossible situation because of you.
The embarrassment hit fresh and sharp, you hid your face in your hands for a moment, shoulders curling inward as if you could disappear into the sofa entirely.
"God, I hate this."
Sunghoonâs hand moved immediately, warm and careful as it settled on the back of your neck, thumb stroking slow, soothing circles over the tense muscle there. âHey,â he murmured, voice low and steady. âNone of this is your fault. You didnât ask for the suppressants to fail, you didnât ask for any of this to hit you like this. Weâre here because we want to be, not because youâre making us.â
The words landed softly, sinking past the embarrassment and into something deeper. You stayed hidden behind your hands a second longer, letting his touch ground you, before you finally lowered them. Sunghoon didnât pull away.
His fingers stayed at your nape, warm and reassuring, while his other hand rested lightly on your knee.
âWe should go back to the limits talk,â he said gently, not pushing, just offering the thread of the conversation again. âWhile youâre still clear.â
Your omega, however, had grown restless. The need for both of them, not just Sunghoonâs steady presence, but Jaeyunâs warmth too, tugged at you insistently, impossible to ignore.
You couldnât explain why, it wasnât logical, it wasnât even fully conscious, you just knew the conversation felt incomplete without him here, like a piece was missing. At the same time, your fingers had started itching toward the throw blanket draped over the arm of the sofa, the soft fabric calling to some deeper nesting instinct you were trying very hard not to acknowledge.
âI⊠I want both of you here for this,â you admitted quietly, cheeks burning as you reached for the blanket anyway, pulling it into your lap and curling your fingers into it. âI know Jake needs space, but⊠I donât know. Shouldn't we make this clear for everyone who's gonna be involved?â
Sunghoon studied you for a long moment, thumb still stroking your nape, he didnât look surprised, if anything, his expression softened with understanding. âOkay,â he said simply. âI can get him if you need him here, whatever makes this easier for you. I just donât want you to start spiraling before we are sure of what you need and what you want.â
You nodded, the motion small and grateful.
You watched as Sunghoon stood and vanished down the same hallway Jaeyun had disappeared into moments earlier, his broad shoulders filling the doorway for a brief second before the apartment swallowed him. The moment the sound of his footsteps faded, the space around you felt strangely vast. You took the quiet to get a hold of yourself.
Your hands moved almost on instinct, folding the throw blanket more neatly over your lap, tucking the edges around your thighs until the soft fabric created a small, contained nest against the sofa cushions. You breathed in slowly, checking in with your body the way you had learned to do over the years.
The heat was still there, a deep, molten weight low in your belly, pulsing steadily now rather than in violent spikes. Your skin felt overly sensitive, your scent gland at your neck warm and slightly swollen, and between your thighs the slick had started to gather again, warm and persistent.
Not the worst stage yet.
Pre-heat still, but tipping dangerously close to the edge. You could feel it in the way your thoughts kept drifting, the way your omega kept searching for the missing alphas even when you tried to ignore it.
The slight emptiness settled in your chest the second both of them were gone. You hated how quickly it appeared, that hollow ache that had nothing to do with the physical heat and everything to do with the absence of their scents, their warmth, their presence. You pushed it down, forcing yourself to think properly for the first time since the ballroom. This was really happening. You were in Sunghoonâs apartment, wrapped in his blanket, waiting for both of them to come back so you could have a conversation about limits during a heat that was rapidly getting worse. There was no running away this time.
Memories flickered uninvited through your mind. The last proper heat you had endured without decent suppressants, months ago, before you could afford the stronger ones, had left you bedridden for days, feverish and miserable, throwing up everything you tried to keep down.
And your very first heat⊠God. That had been hell. Sixteen years old, terrified, alone in a tiny room with nothing but cheap painkillers and a heating pad that barely worked. You had cried through most of it, convinced you were dying, convinced no one would ever want an omega who fell apart like that.
You closed your eyes for a second, letting the memories wash over you and then recede.
The soft sound of footsteps returning down the hallway pulled you from your thoughts. Both alphas reappeared moments later. Sunghoon first, calm and steady as always, followed closely by Jaeyun. The Sim heir looked a little shaken, eyes faintly red-rimmed in a way that had nothing to do with rut and everything to do with holding back tears. The usual effortless cockiness was gone, replaced by something quieter, more uncertain, like he felt out of place in his own best friendâs apartment.
Your omega, however, lit up at the sight of him, a warm, instinctive happiness blooming in your chest despite everything.
Jaeyun stopped a few steps into the living room, gaze finding yours immediately. He looked like he wanted to say something, the word ânoonaââ already forming on his lips, the beginning of an apology you could see coming from a mile away.
You didnât let him finish. You motioned silently to the empty space on the couch beside you, patting the cushion once, twice, a quiet but clear invitation. Jaeyun hesitated, eyes flicking toward Sunghoon like he was looking for permission, shoulders still tense with the effort of keeping himself in check.
You patted the spot again, firmer this time. âHere, sit.â
He exhaled shakily and finally moved, lowering himself onto the couch beside you with careful distance at first. You reached out without thinking, fingers brushing his wrist before tugging gently until he was close enough that his thigh pressed against yours. Only then did some of the tension bleed from his frame. Your omega purred at the contact, content now that both alphas were here again, the restless itch under your skin finally quieting.
Jaeyun shifted beside you on the couch, clearly still fighting to pull himself together. He cleared his throat softly, eyes flicking to yours with something almost apologetic in them. âI feel better now,â he started, voice rough around the edges. âBut, noona, I should be more careful. My rut being this close⊠I donât want to make this harder on you than it already isââ
You hated it. The careful distance in his tone, the way he was already trying to pull back, treating you like something fragile he might break. You couldnât even explain why it irritated you so much, it should have sounded sweet, responsible, exactly what you needed. Instead it made something restless and bossy rise in your chest, your omega pushing forward before your rational mind could stop it.
âNo,â you rumbled, the sound low and surprisingly firm as you turned toward him. âI needed both of you here, I still do. Donât start pulling away like that, not right now.â Your fingers tightened in the blanket, then reached out to grab the front of his shirt without thinking, tugging him a little closer. âI donât care if your rut is close. I want you here, both of you. Stop treating me like Iâll break if you breathe near me.â
The words came out bossier than you intended, edged with that instinctive demand your omega refused to soften at that moment. Jaeyunâs eyes widened slightly, but he didnât pull away. If anything, the tension in his shoulders eased a fraction at your insistence.
Jaeyunâs reaction was immediate. He threw his head back against the couch cushions with a low groan, throat working as he swallowed hard, eyes squeezing shut for a second while he dragged a hand roughly through his hair. The movement left his usually perfect strands messy, chest rising and falling a little faster than before.
âFuck,â he muttered, voice wrecked and a little dazed. âYouâre so hot when you're bossy.â
Your face burned instantly. You reached over and hit him in the chest, not hard, but firm enough to make your point. âFocus,â you grumbled, though the bossy edge hadnât quite left your voice. âThis is serious."
âNoona, I know butââ Jake felt Sunghoon throw a sharp warning glance at him from across the couch. He swallowed the rest of the sentence, jaw tightening for a second before he continued, voice lower, rougher, more raw than before. âAre you letting us take care of you? Because I fucking swear, baby, if you keep up that undeserving and embarrassed talk, I donât think I can stay here. Youâre too important for me to watch you tear yourself down like that while weâre right there.â
The words hung heavy between the three of you. Jaeyunâs eyes were dark, sincere, the usual playfulness completely stripped away. His hand had found yours somewhere during the confession, fingers lacing tightly like he needed the contact to stay grounded. Sunghoon stayed quiet, but his presence on your other side was steady, a silent anchor.
You felt your throat tighten. The bossy edge from earlier softened into something more vulnerable as you squeezed Jaeyunâs hand back.
You sighed softly, shoulders slumping as you nodded once, eyes drifting up toward the ceiling like it might hold the right words for you.
âIâve never had an alpha help me through a heat before,â you admitted, the confession pulling at something deep in your chest. âLet alone two. So yeah⊠Iâm scared. And embarrassed. I donât know how to do this without feeling like Iâm taking too much or like Iâll owe you something I can never repay.â You swallowed, fingers tightening in the blanket. âBut I canât pretend this is casual anymore. I want both of you to stay during my heat. With me. And⊠I want you to stay after, too, if thatâs what you want.â
The words hung in the air between the three of you, raw and honest in a way that left no room for pretending. Your omega felt strangely calm now that they were out, even as your heart hammered against your ribs.
âAnd, yes⊠I know Iâm not the perfect chaebol omega the two of you might have dreamed of bonding with one day and⊠shitâ why am I talking about bonding? Thatâs not what I meant.â Your voice was rumbling now, the words tumbling out faster, more frantic, your omega pushing through in a way that made your scent spike with distress and insecurity. âI just know weâre just friends and I donât even know why you two like spending time with me. I spent the longest time convincing myself that I was just a distraction for both of you. That you were doing some fucking charity case with the scholarship omega or I don't knowâŠ, just messing with me and having fun⊠I donât think I can do this and then be left alone after. That's why this is hard for me, I'm scared this will change somethingâŠâ
The rumble in your chest grew stronger, words spilling over each other as the fear you had buried for months finally clawed its way out. Your hands trembled in your lap, the blanket suddenly feeling too warm, too confining, as the weight of everything you had convinced yourself of crashed down around you.
Sunghoon took your other hand without hesitation, his larger one enveloping yours with steady warmth, thumb stroking slow circles over your knuckles as if he could physically hold the spiral at bay. Jaeyun, however, interrupted almost angrily, his voice rough and edged with frustration that wasnât directed at you but at the idea itself.
âNo,â he cut in, leaning forward so you had no choice but to meet his eyes. âDonât do that. Donât sit here and tell us you still think we see you as some fucking charity case or a distraction. After everything? After weâve been losing our minds over you for months? You really think weâre that stupid? That weâre just playing around with the scholarship omega for fun?â His grip on your hand tightened, not painful, but desperate, like he needed you to hear him. âWeâre not, we never were. And it pisses me off that you still donât trust us enough to see that.â
You tried to pull your hands back, the defensive instinct rising fast and sharp. âBut it makes sense,â you insisted, voice still rumbling with that unsettled edge. âIâm not like the omegas you two are supposed to end up with. I work extra jobs, I disappear when things get too much because I donât know how to ask for help without feeling like a burden. People talk. They already look at me funny when Iâm with you two. What ifââ
Jaeyun cut you off again, sharper this time, his hand squeezing yours with quiet insistence. âI donât give a fuck what people think,â he said, eyes fierce and unwavering. âAnd theyâd be fucking crazy to mess with you. Any of them. I donât care about the gossip, the stares, or whatever chaebol little omega they think we should be with. Weâre here because itâs you, not because itâs convenient, not because itâs charity, because itâs you, noona.â
The words landed heavy, cutting through the spiral before it could pull you under completely. Sunghoonâs thumb kept stroking slow circles over your knuckles, a silent anchor.
You looked between them, voice small and vulnerable as the words slipped out. âDo you mean that?â
Both alphas answered at the same time, rushing over each other in their haste.
âYes,â Jaeyun said immediately, leaning closer, eyes earnest and intense.
âCompletely,â Sunghoon added right after, his grip on your hand steady and warm. âWeâre not saying any of this because of the predicament weâre in right now. I wish weâd had the courage to tell you properly before all this happened, in better timing, when it wasnât tied to a heat or an emergency. But we mean it. If you donât want us to even touch you throughout this heat, we respect it. If you want it, weâre willing and able. Whatever you need, however you need it."
Jaeyun nodded fiercely beside him, thumb brushing over your knuckles.
"This isnât about obligation, sweetheart, itâs about you.â The Park added then.
You looked between them again, still hesitant, voice soft and uncertain. âAre you both really okay with that? How does that even work?â
The two alphas exchanged a brief, slightly embarrassed look â Sunghoonâs ears tinting pink, Jaeyun rubbing the back of his neck. It was rare to see either of them flustered, but the moment passed quickly.
Jaeyun cleared his throat, taking the lead with a small, almost shy smile. âIt can be more effective when there are two alphas helping an omega,â he explained gently. âThe combined scents, the shared presence⊠it helps stabilize the heat faster. The waves donât hit as hard or last as long. The body recognizes safety from multiple sources and it can actually shorten the whole thing.â He paused, then added, voice sincere, âWe stay together, you donât have to worry about the two of us, we already talked about it, months ago, actually, and we both want whatâs best for you, trust me.â
You wanted to ask about the âmonths agoâ part, the quiet admission that they had talked about this long before tonight, but you let it slide this time. The embarrassment was already burning too hot in your cheeks, making it hard to push for more.
Instead you turned to Sunghoon, searching his face. He was nodding quietly, agreeing with everything Jaeyun had said without hesitation, his expression steady and sincere. That alone eased something deep inside your chest, a quiet reassurance that this wasnât just one alpha speaking for both of them.
You swallowed, voice barely above a whisper. âLike a pack?â
Sunghoonâs gaze softened. He leaned in slightly, murmuring the words against the quiet of the room. âMore like mates.â
The word hit you harder than you expected. Mates. It landed somewhere primal in your omegan brain, like a missing piece you hadnât even realized youâd been waiting for. Your eyes stung suddenly, a rush of emotion swelling in your chest â relief, longing, something warm and terrifying all at once. Your omega practically purred at the sound of it, instincts lighting up with a deep, bone-settling sense of rightness.
You hadnât known how badly you needed to hear that word until it was spoken aloud.
âShit⊠okay,â you whispered, the word slipping out shaky and overwhelmed as the weight of everything crashed over you again. You hid your face in your hands once more, shoulders curling inward like you could disappear into the blanket entirely. The vulnerability of it all, the word mates, the quiet acceptance, the terrifying possibility of letting them in this deeply, left you raw and exposed.
Both alphas smiled sweetly at the sight, soft and fond in a way that made your chest ache. Jaeyunâs was warmer, a little teasing at the edges but mostly gentle. Sunghoonâs was quieter, almost reverent, like he was memorizing the way you looked when you were too embarrassed to face them.
Jaeyun reached over and gently tugged one of your hands away from your face, squeezing it. âHow are the symptoms right now, baby? Still manageable?â
You nodded, letting them ground you with small touches, Jaeyunâs thumb stroking your knuckles, Sunghoonâs hand resting warm and steady on your knee. The conversation drifted back to practical limits, the three of you navigating the topic with careful honesty.
When it came time for you to speak, your voice came out small but firm.
âI donât think we should mark each other right now,â you said, eyes flicking between them. âIn any hypothesis. No matter how crazy things get.â
Sunghoonâs expression turned serious and surprised, his hand tightening slightly on your knee. âBaby, obviously no,â he reassured immediately, voice low and steady. âThatâs not even an option. Not during your heat. Not unless youâre completely clear-headed and weâve talked about it for months first.â
Jaeyun nodded in agreement, leaning closer. âWeâre not doing anything permanent, not like that. We know how big that is, speacially for omegas.â
You exhaled shakily, relieved by how quickly they reassured you. âThings can get crazy during heats. Iâve⊠stayed with alphas before, outside of my heat, and I didnât have the best memories from it, so I just wanted to make that clear.â
The conversation continued for a while after that, gentle and careful, the three of you navigating each other's boundaries.
They listened without interruption, offering small nods and soft affirmations, never pushing, never assuming. The more you spoke, the lighter the weight in your chest became, even as the heat continued to simmer low in your belly.
Eventually, after a comfortable lull, you looked between them, cheeks still faintly warm. âDo you two⊠have any limits I should know about?â
Both alphas exchanged a quick glance. Sunghoonâs expression remained steady, thoughtful. Jaeyun, however, broke into a slow, crooked smile, the familiar spark of mischief returning to his eyes for the first time in hours.
âHell no, baby,â he answered, voice low and warm, squeezing your hand. âIâm down for everything you want.â
Sunghoon let out a quiet huff of amusement, shaking his head, but he didnât disagree. His thumb continued its slow, soothing stroke against your knee as he added more seriously, âWeâll tell you if anything feels off. But right now? We just want to take care of you, however you need us.â
Embarrassment rushed back in fast and hot, making your face burn as you curled more deeply into Jaeyunâs side. He had been slowly drifting closer throughout the conversation, like his body couldnât help gravitating toward you, and you let yourself sink against him now, hiding your flushed face against his chest.
Jaeyun didnât hesitate. His arm wrapped around your shoulders, pulling you in securely as he reached for the remote with his free hand and turned the TV on to some quiet late-night documentary, the soft glow and low murmur of narration filling the room.
You finally felt comfortable enough to stop fighting the heavy sweetness of your own scent drowning the air around you. It no longer felt like something to be ashamed of. Not with both of them here, accepting it â accepting you â so openly.
Jaeyunâs fingers traced slow, absent patterns on your arm, his chin resting lightly on top of your head as the documentary droned on in the background. The warmth of his body, the steady rhythm of his heartbeat, the familiar amber undertone of his scent⊠it all helped settle the restless itch under your skin.
Sunghoon watched the two of you for a quiet moment, a faint, fond smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. âIâll go make something,â he announced softly, standing up with fluid grace. âYou need to eat. The heatâs burning through everything too fast.â
You lifted your head just enough to watch him move toward the kitchen, his tall frame silhouetted against the warm under-cabinet lights. He moved with that same quiet efficiency he always had, opening cabinets, pulling out ingredients, the soft clink of utensils the only sound besides the low hum of the TV. There was something strangely comforting about seeing him there, cooking for you like it was the most natural thing in the world.
Jaeyunâs arm tightened around you, pulling you closer as he pressed a gentle kiss to your temple. âHeâs got this,â he murmured against your hair. âWe both do.â
You let yourself believe him, sinking deeper into the safety of his embrace while the scent of whatever Sunghoon was making began to drift gently from the kitchen.
You ate slowly under their watchful but gentle eyes. Sunghoon had made a simple, warm rice porridge with soft vegetables and light broth, nothing heavy, nothing that would upset your stomach. Every bite felt grounding, the warmth spreading through you and taking the edge off the worst of the exhaustion. Jaeyun stayed curled against your side the entire time, occasionally feeding you a spoonful when your hands trembled too much from the building heat. Neither of them rushed you, they simply existed there, steady and present, their combined scents wrapping around you like a safety net.
After the bowl was empty, the tiredness hit you like a wave. The documentary was still murmuring softly in the background, but your eyelids grew heavier with every passing minute. You dozed off on the couch without meaning to, head pillowed on Jaeyunâs chest, one hand loosely fisted in Sunghoonâs shirt where he had sat on your other side. They didnât move you right away. They let you rest, hands stroking slow, soothing patterns along your back and arm until your breathing evened out completely.
In that hazy space between sleep and awareness, you thought you heard them talking â low, quiet voices drifting above you like a half-remembered dream. You werenât sure if it was real or just your mind weaving comfort from their presence. You felt the subtle shift of their bodies, the way they both glanced down at you nestled safely between them. A soft, almost reverent sigh escaped one of them, Jaeyun, maybe, followed by a rough, whispered murmur that sounded a lot like âFuck⊠I think I'm in paradise.â
Sunghoonâs quieter response came after, something low and agreeing, the vibration of his chest rumbling gently against your fist. The words wrapped around you like another layer of warmth, making your omega settle even deeper as you drifted off completely, safe and surrounded.
When you woke again, the world had shifted.
You were no longer on the couch.
You were in the nest.
The realization came slowly, wrapped in the heavy warmth of blankets, pillows, and the unmistakable scents of both alphas. They had moved you while you slept, carefully, reverently, building a proper nest in the middle of Sunghoonâs large bed. Soft fabrics from the living room, hoodies that smelled like them, extra blankets folded and arranged with clear omega instincts in mind. You were cocooned in the center, body curled on your side, Sunghoon pressed against your front and Jaeyun spooned securely behind you. Their combined body heat surrounded you completely, grounding the rising heat in your belly into something deeper, more insistent.
You drifted off again shortly after, lulled by the steady rhythm of their breathing and the safety of being surrounded. When you woke the second time, daylight was already streaming through the curtains in soft, golden beams. The room was brighter, warmer, and your body had moved into the next stage without mercy.
The symptoms had truly begun.
Between your thighs, the slick had started flowing more freely, warm, copious, coating your folds and inner thighs in a slick, sticky mess that made the borrowed sweatpants cling uncomfortably.
The scent of it was thick in the air now, sweet and heady, unmistakably omegan and dripping with need. Your lower belly ached with a deep, empty throb, the kind that made your hips shift restlessly, seeking pressure, seeking fullness.
Your scent gland at your neck felt swollen and sensitive, pulsing in time with your heartbeat, begging for alpha teeth and tongue even as your mind tried to stay coherent.
It was worse because of them.
Their scents â Sunghoonâs cool, sharp cedar and citrus mixed with Jaeyunâs warmer, sunlit amber â wrapped around you like a drug. Every inhale made your omega preen and whine at the same time. The way their bodies pressed against yours, solid and protective, soothed the worst of the panic⊠but it also drove you crazy.
A soft, needy sound slipped from your throat before you could stop it. Your hips rolled back instinctively, seeking more contact, more friction. Fresh slick gushed warmly between your thighs, soaking through the fabric and filling the nest with an even stronger wave of your scent.
Your skin felt hypersensitive, every brush of fabric making you twitch. You pawed weakly at Jaeyun beside you, he had glued himself to your back in his sleep, one heavy leg thrown possessively over yours, his chest pressed flush against you.
Jaeyun stirred immediately, blinking awake with sleepy confusion. âNoona? Whatâs going on?â His voice was rough with sleep, but the moment his eyes focused on your flushed face and the way you were squirming against him, his expression shifted. âPoor baby⊠is it starting?â
You could only whine again, hips rolling helplessly. He cursed softly under his breath and reached over you to shake Sunghoonâs shoulder. âHoon. It started.â
Sunghoon woke with a sharp inhale, instantly alert. He sat up, eyes scanning you with that analytical focus he always had. Jake was shirtless, his bare chest hot against your back, while Sunghoonâs oversized hoodie still clung to your overheated skin. Sunghoon had never seen an omega in heat this close before, the way your scent had thickened, the visible tremble in your thighs, the damp patch spreading between your legs. He looked a little lost for a second, processing.
Jaeyun, now fully awake, knew exactly what to do. âTake off her hoodie,â he told Sunghoon, voice low and steady. âAnd her panties. She needs skin. The fabricâs probably driving her nuts.â
Sunghoon nodded, carefully sitting up and pulling you gently into his lap so he could help undress you. You assisted as best you could, lifting your arms so he could peel Sunghoonâs hoodie off. The cool air hit your bare breasts immediately, you had been braless underneath, and you whimpered at the sensation. Your nipples were tight and sensitive, the slightest brush of fabric making you twitch. When Sunghoon hooked his fingers into the waistband of the sweatpants and your ruined panties, you helped shove them down your legs, kicking them away desperately.
The moment the clothes were gone, both alphas were hit with the full force of your scent.
âFuck,â Sunghoon breathed, eyes darkening as he took in the sight of you, slick glistening on your inner thighs, folds swollen and shiny, the heady sweetness of your arousal filling the nest.
âPoor noona,â Jaeyun murmured, voice strained with restraint. âLook at you⊠so wet already.â
You whined loudly, thrashing a little in Sunghoonâs lap as another wave of empty ache rolled through your core. Fresh slick leaked out of you, coating your folds and dripping onto Sunghoonâs thigh. Both alphas had to look away for a second, jaws clenched, breathing hard as they fought for control. Sunghoonâs hands trembled slightly where they rested on your hips. Jaeyunâs cock was visibly hard in his sweatpants, the outline obvious.
Jaeyun recovered first, being the more experienced one. He moved closer, checking your temperature with the back of his hand against your forehead while Sunghoon held you securely in his lap. âItâs normal, baby,â he explained softly, voice steady and reassuring as he translated your bodyâs needs. âThe slick, the emptiness, the hypersensitivity, itâs all normal for an omega when the heat really starts. Your bodyâs preparing.â
You couldnât form proper words anymore. You pawed desperately at Sunghoonâs chest, fingers curling into his shirt as you cried softly against the fabric, overwhelmed and needy. Jaeyun understood immediately.
âNo clothes between you two,â he said gently to Sunghoon. âHer skinâs too sensitive right now. She needs direct contact.â
Sunghoon nodded, already peeling his own shirt off so you could press your bare chest against his. The skin-to-skin contact made you whimper in relief, your omega purring at the warmth and the momentary relief it brought.
Jaeyun didnât hesitate either. He shifted back just enough to hook his thumbs into the waistband of his sweatpants and pushed them down his hips, kicking them off the bed until he was left in only a pair of dark boxer briefs. The outline of his cock was unmistakable, thick and half-hard, straining against the fabric. He moved back in front of you, kneeling between your spread thighs, eyes dark but careful as he took in the sight of you completely bare and glistening.
You were nestled perfectly between them now, back against Sunghoonâs bare chest, his strong arms wrapped around your waist to hold you steady in his lap, while Jaeyun knelt in front, hands resting gently on your thighs. The heat of their bodies surrounded you completely, their combined scents thick and soothing in the nest. Your slick had already started dripping again, coating your swollen folds and inner thighs, the obscene wet sound of it filling the quiet room every time you shifted.
Sunghoonâs breath was warm against your neck, his voice low and strained. âTell us what you need, omega. Weâre right here.â
You whimpered again, voice small and hazy as the ache sharpened deep inside you. âIt hurts, alphaâŠâ The words slipped out half-slurred, your mind starting to slip further into the fog of the heat. Your face was flushed with real pain now, brows furrowed, thighs trembling where they were spread over Sunghoonâs lap. The empty throb in your core had grown vicious, the slick flowing freely, dripping down onto Sunghoonâs thigh and soaking the sheets beneath you.
Jaeyunâs heartstrings tugged hard at the sight. His soft spot for you had always been obvious â the way his usual cocky charm melted into something gentler, more protective whenever you were vulnerable. âNoonaâŠâ he breathed, voice rough with emotion as he leaned in closer, one hand cupping your cheek while the other rested soothingly on your inner thigh. âOh fuck⊠I know, baby, weâve got you.â
His thumb brushed tenderly across your cheekbone, eyes dark with concern and that deep, unwavering affection he rarely showed so openly. Sunghoonâs arms tightened around your waist from behind, holding you securely against his chest as he pressed a soft kiss to your shoulder, murmuring low reassurances against your skin.
Both alphas exchanged a single, loaded look over your shoulder â silent understanding passing between them in the space of a heartbeat. Sunghoon gave a small nod, they had a plan, no words needed.
They moved together with careful coordination. Jaeyun reached up first, peeling off the suppressant patches from his neck with a quiet rip. Sunghoon did the same behind you. The moment the patches were gone, their natural alpha scents flooded the nest, rich, potent, and unfiltered. Sunghoonâs cool, sharp cedar and citrus mixed with Jaeyunâs warmer, sunlit amber, wrapping around you like a living blanket. They pressed closer, wrists and necks brushing deliberately against your skin, your shoulders, the sensitive gland at your throat.
For the first time, their scents truly touched you.
It wasnât a bite. Not yet. Just deep, intentional scenting, their glands rubbing against yours, spreading their pheromones directly onto your skin in slow, reverent strokes. This was super intimate, the kind of true scenting usually reserved for mated pairs or those on the verge of claiming. The act itself was sacred, a way of saying mine to protect, mine to soothe. Your body responded instantly and violently.
A full-body shiver ran through you as their combined scents sank into your pores, calming the frantic edge of the heat like a switch had been flipped. The painful emptiness in your core eased into a deep, throbbing need instead of pure agony. Your omega purred loudly, loud enough that both alphas could hear it, your slick gushing fresh and warm between your thighs as your body recognized safety on the most primal level. Your scent gland pulsed under their attention, swelling slightly as it drank in their marks, making your head spin with relief and dizzying pleasure.
You melted between them, a broken, grateful whimper escaping as the worst of the distress finally quieted.
They held you like that for a long moment, letting the scenting settle, before gently laying you down on your back in the center of the nest. The moment even that small distance opened between your bodies, panic flared hot and sudden in your chest.
Sunghoon continued laying down, keeping you close against his chest as your distress made you cling to him desperately. âShh, Iâve got you,â he murmured against your skin, voice low and steady. âWeâre right here. Not going anywhere.â
Jaeyun stayed knelt between your spread thighs, one hand resting gently on your knee as he and Sunghoon exchanged quiet, clinical words over your body.
âNoonaâs slicking up faster,â Jaeyun observed, voice professional but strained as he ran two fingers through your folds, gathering the warm, copious fluid. âCramping hard too.â
Sunghoon nodded, his palm pressing firmer against your lower abdomen where the worst of the ache lived. âHer bodyâs preparing for a knot. Regular fingering might help temporarily, but it wonât be enough to satisfy her properly.â
You whimpered at their words, hips twitching helplessly as fresh slick leaked out of you, coating Jaeyunâs fingers and dripping onto the sheets. The clinical talk should have embarrassed you, but it only made the need sharper, knowing they were analyzing exactly what your body was begging for.
Jaeyunâs eyes darkened as he circled your entrance with two fingers. âOnly a knot will be able to satisfy you at this stage, right baby? The stretch, the pressure against it⊠noona needs it.â
Both alphas exchanged a single, silent nod. Sunghoonâs arms tightened around you from behind, his voice low and controlled against your ear. âYou go first. I feel more in check right now.â
Jaeyun nodded once, swallowing hard as he shifted closer between your spread thighs.
You could only whine desperately in response, the sound broken and needy as you tried to hook your legs around Jaeyun's waist, pulling him closer. Your heels dug into the back of his thighs, slick dripping freely from your swollen folds onto the sheets beneath you. The GS heir groaned softly at the sight, his cock straining hard against the underwear he sported before he finally pushed his boxer briefs down, freeing himself.
The sight that greeted you next was thick and flushed, with a glistening head that made your omegan mouth water.
Jake leaned over you, one hand bracing beside your head while the other guided himself to your entrance, rubbing the thick head through your slick folds to coat his cock.
You whimpered again, hips jerking up desperately, trying to pull him inside. Jaeyun kept his pace careful, pressing forward inch by inch, stretching your tight, fluttering walls around his girth. The burn was delicious, the fullness exactly what your body had been aching for.
Sunghoon watched everything with sharp, analytical focus. His eyes tracked every micro-expression on your face, the way your brows furrowed when Jaeyunâs cock stretched you open, the flutter of your lashes when the head bumped against that sensitive spot inside, the way your lips parted on a broken moan.
He shifted to lay on your other side, one arm sliding under your neck to support your head while his free hand arranged a pillow beneath it for better comfort. With the same careful precision, he pulled another pillow under the small of your back, elevating your hips and arching your cunt perfectly for Jaeyun.
âBetter angle,â Sunghoon murmured clinically, though his voice was rough with restraint. âSheâll feel you deeper like this.â
Jaeyun was fucking losing it.
Even with all his experience, the sensation of an omega cunt in full heat was overwhelming for any alpha regardless. Your walls were scorching hot, impossibly tight and velvety, fluttering and clenching around every inch he fed you. The slick was copious, warm and silky, coating his cock and dripping down his balls with every shallow thrust. The scent of it, sweet, fertile, desperate, was capable of driving any alpha wild. His hips twitched with the urge to slam in deep, to knot you, to breed you, but he forced himself to go slow, jaw clenched tight as sweat beaded on his forehead.
âFucking hell, youâre so tight, noonaâ he groaned, voice strained.
Sunghoonâs hand stayed on your neck, thumb stroking your gland soothingly as he watched your face intently, cataloguing every reaction.
Jaeyun pushed forward another inch, the thick head of his cock stretching your entrance open with a wet, obscene sound. Your walls fluttered wildly around him, greedy and welcoming, sucking him deeper as fresh slick gushed out to ease his way.
Every ridge and vein along his shaft dragged slowly against your sensitive inner walls, the drag delicious and overwhelming. You didnât look like you were struggling at all. Your face was flushed with deep satisfaction, lips parted on a constant stream of soft, needy sounds, eyes half-lidded in bliss as your body finally got what it had been begging for.
Sunghoon watched every second of it from behind you, his hand still supporting your neck while his other arm wrapped around your waist to keep you steady. He could feel every flutter of your body against his chest, the way your back arched when Jaeyunâs cock dragged against that perfect spot inside you. âSheâs taking you so well,â he murmured, voice low and clinical but rough with arousal. âLook at her face, sheâs satisfied. Her walls are rippling around you, thatâs her omega recognizing her alpha.â
Jaeyun bottomed out with a broken groan, hips flush against yours, his hips pressed against your ass. The fullness was perfect, his thick cock stretching you open, the head kissing your cervix with every tiny movement. Your cunt fluttered and clenched around him in rhythmic waves, milking his length as more slick leaked out around where you were joined, dripping down to soak the pillow beneath your hips.
You moaned deeply, the sound satisfied and relieved, hips rolling lazily to feel every inch of the alpha inside you. No pain, just deep, bone-melting pleasure as your body finally got the penetration it had been craving.
Jaeyun stayed buried to the hilt for a long moment, forehead pressed against yours, breathing hard. "Fuck, I'm deep as hell."
You could only whimper in response, legs wrapped tighter around the Sim's waist, pulling him impossibly closer as your walls continued to flutter and squeeze around every vein and ridge of his cock.
Sunghoonâs hand slid down to your lower belly, pressing gently right above where Jaeyun was buried inside you. âFeel that, sweetheart?â he murmured against your ear. âHeâs so deep. Filling you up just like your body needs.â
The sudden pressure of Sunghoonâs palm combined with Jaeyunâs thick cock made both of you moan loudly at the same time, a broken, startled sound from you and a deep, guttural groan from Jaeyun.
Neither of you had expected the added stimulation, the way Sunghoonâs hand pressed down on your lower belly made Jaeyunâs cock feel even bigger inside you, the head nudging firmly against your cervix with every tiny shift.
Sunghoonâs alpha purred with dark pleasure at the sight. He loved this, seeing both of his mates satisfied, lost in each other, your bodies connected and desperate. His own cock was painfully hard against your back, the thick knot at the base already twitching and swelling in warning, waiting. A sadistic little smile curved his lips as he watched Jaeyunâs hips stutter, the image of his omega taking another alpha so beautifully making his own instincts roar with possessive satisfaction.
Jaeyun almost lost it completely. His hips jerked forward involuntarily, burying himself even deeper as he hid his face in the crook of your neck, groaning loudly against your skin. "Oh, fuck. A warning would be nice next time, you know."
Sunghoon smirked, dark and satisfied, and pressed his palm a little firmer against your lower belly, right above where Jaeyun was buried to the hilt. The added pressure made your walls clamp down hard around Jaeyunâs thick cock, your omegan body thrashing beneath their combined touches as another gush of slick flooded out around where you were joined.
The sensation was overwhelmingly good, the deep, delicious stretch of Jaeyunâs cock dragging against every sensitive ridge inside you, the firm pressure from Sunghoonâs hand making him feel impossibly bigger, the way your cervix was kissed with every tiny movement.
Your omega was in heaven, purring and whining as fresh slick poured out of you, coating Jaeyunâs balls and dripping down to soak the nest beneath you.
Jaeyun pulled out slowly, almost to the tip, letting you feel every vein and ridge dragging against your fluttering walls, before pushing back in with one smooth, deep thrust. Your back arched hard, a loud, broken moan tearing from your throat as your nails dug into Sunghoonâs bicep, leaving little crescent marks on his skin.
Sunghoonâs smirk widened at the sight, his alpha purring with possessive pleasure as he watched his noona marking him while taking another alpha so beautifully.
âFuck, look at her,â Sunghoon murmured, voice rough. âSheâs dripping everywhere. Taking it so well.â
You whined loudly at his words, embarrassment flooding your face even as your cunt clenched hard around Jaeyunâs cock. The filthy praise made fresh slick gush out around where you were joined. Your omega was thriving under the attention, but your rational mind was still mortified at how shamelessly your body was reacting to your both younger friends.
Jaeyun groaned deeply, hips starting to move in a slow, steady rhythm. âSheâs so fucking tight,â he rasped, eyes half-lidded as he watched his cock disappear into your dripping heatn again and again.
You could only moan and whimper in response, legs wrapped tight around his waist as you took everything he gave you. Sunghoonâs hand stayed pressed firmly on your lower belly, feeling the way Jaeyunâs cock moved inside you, the bulge visible under his palm with every thrust.
He moved with deliberate, controlled thrusts, the thick head of his cock dragging against your insides with every stroke, bumping against your cervix on the deepest ones.
Sunghoon leaned in closer from beside, his bare chest pressed flush against your side. His lips brushed the sensitive skin of your neck, right over your swollen scent gland, before he inhaled deeply, taking in the thick, sweet scent of your heat. Then he exhaled slowly, deliberately, letting his own potent alpha scent pour over the gland in a heavy, claiming wave. Cool cedar and sharp citrus flooded your senses, sinking into your skin and mixing with the heady sweetness of your slick.
Jaeyun groaned at the same time, burying his face against the other side of your neck. He dragged his own gland across your skin, rubbing his warmer, sunlit amber scent directly into yours.
The exchange was raw and intimate, their combined pheromones coating your neck, your shoulders, your chest, marking you so thoroughly that your own scent was almost completely overwritten by theirs. Your omega purred loudly at the feeling, the deep, primal satisfaction of being claimed by both alphas making your walls clench hard around Jaeyunâs cock.
There was so much slick everywhere that Jaeyun genuinely wondered if you had already come. Every thrust was met with a fresh, warm gush of it, coating his cock, dripping down his balls, soaking the pillow beneath your hips until the nest smelled overwhelmingly of desperate, fertile omega.
Jake slowed down in pity, thinking he was overstimulating you, hips rolling gentler, shallower. âEasy, noona⊠Iâve got youââ
The second he did, your omega whined loudly, a broken, needy sound that went straight to his cock. Your nails dug into the back of his neck, pulling him down harder as your legs locked tighter around his waist, heels digging into his behind in clear demand. âDonât⊠donât slow down,â you gasped, voice wrecked.
Jaeyunâs eyes widened, taken completely by surprise. âN-Noonaââ The word came out choked as he got drunk on your scent, the sweet, fertile smell of your heat flooding his lungs and making his head spin. His control snapped. On the next thrust he drove in deep, burying himself to the hilt with a guttural growl, hips snapping forward hard as he came.
Thick, hot ropes of cum flooded your cunt, pulse after pulse painting your walls as his knot swelled at the base of his cock, tugging insistently against your entrance, stretching you even wider. The pressure against your g-spot and cervix was overwhelming, making your own body clamp down hard around him, milking every drop as another wave of slick gushed out around his knot.
Jaeyunâs knot swelled fast and immense inside you, the thick base stretching your entrance wider than anything you had ever taken, your plastic dildos never went this far. The sudden pressure made you cry out as pain bloomed sharp and deep, normal for the first knot of a heat, your body desperate for it but still struggling with the sheer size.
Your walls fluttered wildly around the massive intrusion, tugging and clenching as the knot locked firmly behind your pubic bone, the head of his cock pressed tight against your cervix.
Sunghoon reacted instantly, wrapping his strong arms around your torso and pinning you securely against the nest, immobilizing you with his body so you couldnât escape the knot.
He held you open and still as Jaeyun stayed buried deep, locked inside you. âShh, Iâve got you, noona,â Sunghoon murmured against your ear, voice steady and grounding. âBreathe through it. You need this, your body needs it.â
Jaeyun leaned over you, one hand cupping your face as he tried to soothe you through the struggle. âItâs okay, noona. Just breathe, itâll pass. Youâre doing so good, just let it happen.â
You whimpered and thrashed a little more, the immense stretch burning in the best and worst way, your cunt clenching rhythmically around the swollen knot as fresh slick continued to leak out around where you were locked together. The pressure against your cervix was constant and overwhelming, making your toes curl and your eyes water.
âYun-ieâŠâ you whined, the nickname slipping out soft and needy, voice wrecked with desperation.
Jaeyun swore he could come right there again. The sound of his name like that, sweet, broken, went straight to his cock, making his knot throb painfully inside you as another thick spurt of cum flooded your cunt. âFuck, noona,â he groaned, hips twitching helplessly as he stayed locked deep, grinding the swollen knot against your walls.
His knot was so big it felt like it was splitting you open in the most perfect, overwhelming way. Every tiny shift sent sparks of intense fullness through your body. You whimpered softly, overwhelmed, as both alphas stayed perfectly still, giving you time to settle around the massive intrusion.
The room fell into a heavy, reverent silence while you adjusted. Jaeyunâs breathing was ragged against your neck, his arms trembling as he held himself up, clearly fighting the urge to move. Sunghoon remained a solid anchor beside you, arms wrapped securely around your waist.
When your breathing finally evened out and your body relaxed into the stretch, Sunghoon spoke quietly over you, voice low and clinical. âSheâs settling. Her walls are still fluttering but the tension is easing. Give her another minute before any movement.â
Jaeyun nodded, forehead pressed against your shoulder. âFuck⊠I can feel every pulse.â
Sunghoon carefully sat up, shifting you gently with him so you ended up boneless in Jaeyunâs lap, facing him, your chest pressed against his as your legs stayed spread wide over his thighs.
He made sure not to tug the knot, supporting your weight completely as he arranged you on his bestfriend's lap to keep the angle comfortable. The knot stayed locked deep inside you the entire time, the thick swell preventing any disconnection, keeping you impaled and full on Jaeyunâs cock.
Sunghoonâs hand stroked soothingly over your belly, checking the placement. âThe knotâs seated well, no unnecessary tugging. Sheâs comfortable like this.â
Jaeyun looked completely spent but blissful, eyes half-lidded in paradise as he stayed buried inside you. âShe feels like heaven,â he murmured, voice wrecked. âSo warm and wet around my knot⊠I donât think Iâve ever felt anything like this.â
Sunghoon checked on the alpha heir with a small, knowing smile. âYou good?â
Jaeyun let out a breathless laugh, nodding. âFucking paradise, man. But Iâm spent. Sheâs draining me dry.â
You slowly gained consciousness again, the haze of the intense orgasm lifting just enough for awareness to creep back in. The first thing you registered was the overwhelming fullness. Jaeyunâs knot was still locked deep inside you, thick and immovable, stretching your walls to their limit and pressing firmly against your cervix. Every tiny shift of your hips made the swollen base tug deliciously against your entrance, sending sparks of overstimulation through your core.
âItâs so fullâŠâ you whined softly, voice hoarse and embarrassed as your face burned. âI feel so full⊠itâs too muchâŠâ
You swayed slowly in Jaeyunâs lap, hips rolling in tiny, instinctive circles, unable to stay still even as the embarrassment made you hide your face against his shoulder. The movement caused another gush of slick to leak out around his knot, the wet sound obscene in the quiet room.
Jaeyun groaned, hands gripping your hips to steady you. âShit⊠you canât move like that, Y/N, I swearâ.â
Sunghoonâs hand stroked soothingly down your back from behind.
As awareness slowly returned, your eyes drifted down to your lower belly in hazy surprise. There it was â a visible bulge just above your pubic bone, the outline of Jaeyunâs thick knot pressing outward against your skin with every subtle shift. You whimpered softly, a mix of awe and embarrassment flooding your face. âItâs so big⊠I can see it inside meâŠâ
Jaeyunâs chest rumbled with a cocky little laugh, his hands gripping your hips possessively. âYeah? You feel how deep I am, noona? Thatâs all me stretching you open.â
Sunghoonâs hand immediately came down on Jaeyunâs shoulder in a firm, warning squeeze, his voice low and stern. âNot now, nonât gloat. Sheâs still adjusting.â
You whined again at how full you felt, the stretch bordering on too much but so satisfying at the same time. Sunghoonâs hand moved to your lower belly, gently pressing over the bulge as he studied your face. âHow do you feel, baby? Be honest.â
You took a shaky breath, still impaled and connected, but your head was a little clearer now. âBetter⊠clearer. But itâs not close to ending. I can already feel the heat building in my belly again.â Your voice dropped shyly. âYour scents help wonders though⊠both of you. It makes everything feel⊠safer.â
You rested your head against Jaeyunâs shoulder, nuzzling into his neck as Sunghoon continued to caress your face with slow, gentle strokes, thumb brushing your cheek, fingers tracing your jaw. You leaned into the touch, humming softly at how nice it felt, how grounding it was.
They stayed like that for a couple of minutes, the three of you resting in the nest, breathing together. Sunghoonâs hand never stopped its soothing caress on your face. Jaeyun held you close, occasionally pressing soft kisses to your temple.
After about ten minutes, you started leaking more, warm, fresh slick dripping out around Jaeyunâs knot as it slowly began to deflate. The sensation made you shift restlessly in his lap, a soft whine escaping as the pressure eased just enough for more fluid to escape.
âFuck⊠you came so much,â you whined, voice hoarse and embarrassed as you looked down at the way your belly was slightly distended from the sheer volume. The uncomfortable fullness made you squirm.
Jaeyun moaned at the sensitivity, his hips twitching as your walls fluttered around his knot. There was a lazy, satisfied smirk on his mouth, he clearly liked the overstimulation, the slight pain of your walls still clenching around his swollen knot. âCouldnât help it, noona⊠you felt too good. Milking me dry.â
Sunghoon was already reaching for the water bottle on the nightstand, worried about keeping both of you hydrated. âDrink it, sweetheart.â
You tried to move away instinctively, the discomfort making you want to pull off, but Jaeyunâs knot was still too swollen. The movement made him hiss, eyes widening in worry. âGo slow, babyâ donât hurt yourself.â
He helped you carefully hop off once his knot had deflated enough, the obscene amount of cum that poured out of your insides immediately dripping down your thighs and onto both of them. It was filthy, thick, white, and copious, coating your folds and leaking in messy rivulets.
Your omega didnât like seeing all that cum wasted. You turned your gaze away, embarrassed and overwhelmed.
Jaeyun gently dropped you into Sunghoonâs lap, where he was already preparing a fresh water bottle for you. Jaeyun reached for the towels prepared beside the bed and started cleaning himself and a little of the nest, wiping the cum from his cock and thighs.
You whimpered at the feeling of cum still leaking out of you, the warm trickle making you shift uncomfortably in Sunghoonâs lap. Sunghoon immediately soothed you, one hand rubbing slow circles on your lower belly. âItâs okay, sweetheart, thatâs normal. Your bodyâs still processing it.â
He glanced at Jaeyun worriedly at your sudden distress. Jaeyun shook his head, signaling it was normal. âOmegas get like this after the first knot. Thatâs why I ordered plugs⊠but we wonât need them yet. Sheâll feel the need to get knotted again in a couple of minutes, just try to soothe her.â
Sunghoon still looked uncomfortable with the scent of distress on his omega. He tried to soothe you again, voice gentle. âWe can use a plug if you want, baby. It might help keep everything in and make you feel less empty.â
You were embarrassed but clearer-headed now, able to consent. You were just starting to turn non-verbal again, which meant the next wave was approaching faster. Sunghoon noticed and called for Jaeyun.
âGet the plug.â
Jaeyun opened the package in front of you, showing you the smooth, black plug with a flared base. He handed it to Sunghoon. Sunghoon moved you carefully on his lap, straddling him so you were facing him. You were so shy you hid your face in his neck, arms wrapped around his shoulders as you lifted your hips just enough.
Sunghoon took the plug in his hand, the smooth black silicone warm from being in the nest. He coated it generously with the slick and cum still leaking from your core, making sure the entire length was slick and shiny. âJust relax for me, sweetheart,â he murmured, voice low and soothing against your ear as he positioned the tapered tip against your dripping entrance. âItâs going to feel full, but itâll help keep everything where your body wants it. Breathe with me.â
You hid your face deeper into his neck, arms wrapped tightly around his shoulders as you lifted your hips just enough. Sunghoon pressed the tip in slowly, the smooth, rounded end slipping past your sensitive rim with almost no resistance thanks to how soaked you were. You whimpered softly as the thicker middle part started to stretch you, your walls fluttering around the intrusion. The plug was bigger than you expected, not as big as Jaeyunâs knot, but enough to make your cunt clench greedily around it, trying to pull it deeper.
âThatâs it,â Sunghoon praised quietly, one hand stroking your back while the other guided the plug. âYouâre doing so good, noona. Look at how well youâre taking it. I can see it sucking right in.â
The widest part popped past your rim with a wet sound, making you moan brokenly into his neck as your walls closed around the narrower neck. The flared base settled snugly against your folds, locking everything inside, Jaeyunâs thick load, your slick, all of it trapped deep where your omega wanted it.
The fullness was intense, the constant pressure against your g-spot and the way it kept you stretched making your toes curl and fresh slick leak out around the base.
Sunghoon pressed gently on the base, making sure it was seated properly. âThere we go. Your body can rest a little now.â
You were embarrassed at how Sunghoon talked to you, the way he praised you made your face burn with shame. But your omegan brain loved it, it purred loudly at the filthy praise, the possessiveness, the way he described exactly how your body was reacting.
The contradiction made you hide your face deeper into his neck, a mortified whimper escaping your mouth.
You felt more at ease now, the plug nestled snugly inside you, keeping everything warm and full where your body wanted it most. It was weird how responsive your omega was around them, purring contentedly at the slightest touch, the way it craved their scents, their voices, their presence like it had been waiting for them all along.
You had spent so long convincing yourself you could handle everything alone, and yet here you were, melting between two alphas who made your instincts feel safe in a way nothing else ever had.
The nest felt warmer, safer, like the three of you had created something that went beyond the heat.
You stayed curled against Sunghoonâs chest for a moment longer, taking stock of your body with the clarity that had returned after the first intense wave. âI think Iâm in a good window for hydration right now,â you said softly, voice still a little hoarse. âThe worst of that wave has passed, but⊠I need both of you close. It feels wrong when one of you is too far."
Your omega was already itching to pull more blankets closer, to bury yourself deeper in their combined scents. Sunghoonâs hand never stopped its gentle caress on your back, while Jaeyun pressed a soft kiss to your temple, understanding without needing more explanation. He came back after a while in the kitchen.
âWeâre right here,â Sunghoon murmured. âTell us what you need for the nest. Weâll make it perfect for you.â
The next few minutes were quiet and tender. Both alphas moved without hesitation to make everything you asked for, their focus entirely on you. Sunghoon reached for the small bowl of soft rice porridge Jake had brought from the kitchen, while Jaeyun adjusted the pillows and blankets around you, making the nest even cozier as you directed them with small, shy requests â âthat blanket closer,â âyour hoodie here,â âmore of your scent on this side.â
They fed you small bites of the porridge, Sunghoon holding the spoon to your lips while Jaeyun kept one arm wrapped around your waist, supporting you. Every bite was followed by sips of cool electrolyte water, Jaeyun holding the bottle steady as you drank. They were patient and gentle, praising you softly when you took another bite or another sip, their hands never far from your skin, Sunghoonâs palm on your lower belly, Jaeyunâs fingers tracing soothing patterns on your thigh.
The care was constant and wordless in its devotion. Your omega purred with contentment at being so thoroughly looked after, the nest growing richer with their scents as they moved around you, rearranging things exactly as you wanted.
A couple of minutes later you grew restless again, the plug starting to feel insufficient. The fullness was no longer enough, your body was already craving something thicker, deeper, hotter. Your second wave was usually the worst, so you warned them softly, voice shaky. âItâs coming again⊠the second wave is usually the worst for me.â
They moved you carefully. You ended up straddling Sunghoonâs lap, facing him, your knees on either side of his hips. Jaeyun knelt behind you, one hand resting on your lower back for support as he reached down to remove the plug.
He pulled it out slowly, the thickest part stretching your sensitive rim one last time before it popped free with a wet sound. A gush of slick and leftover cum leaked out of your used cunt immediately, dripping down onto Sunghoonâs thigh.
Sunghoon discarded his boxer briefs finally, pushing them down his legs and kicking them aside. His cock sprang free, long as hell, thick and flushed dark with arousal, the head already glistening with pre-cum. The knot at the base was already starting to swell in anticipation. You whined loudly at the sight, the need unbearable as your empty heat clenched around nothing, fresh slick pouring out of you at the mere sight of him.
âAlphaâŠâ you whimpered, hips rolling desperately, trying to get closer. âFuck, pleaseâŠâ
Sunghoon didnât make you wait. He gripped your hips with both hands, lifting you just enough to line up the thick head of his cock with your dripping entrance. âEasy, sweetheart,â he murmured, voice low and strained as he slowly lowered you onto him.
The stretch was immediate and intense, his cock was long, reaching impossibly deep as he filled you inch by inch. Your walls fluttered and clenched around every thick vein, the head nudging firmly against your cervix when you finally sat fully on his lap, completely impaled.
You moaned loudly, the sound broken and relieved as your body finally got what it had been aching for. Sunghoon groaned deep in his chest, head falling back for a second as your tight, slick heat enveloped him completely.
You were surprised at how long he was. The head of his cock literally kissed your cervix with every tiny shift, pressing firmly against that deep, sensitive spot inside you.
It wasnât common, most alphas didnât reach that far, and the sensation was different. Not bad, intense, almost too much. The pressure against your cervix sent sparks of overwhelming pleasure-pain through your core, making your toes curl and your breath hitch. But your omega seemed to love it, it became almost delirious with satisfaction, purring loudly as you sat fully on top of him, grinding down instinctively to feel that deep kiss again and again.
Sunghoon almost came right there. His hands tightened on your hips, a low, guttural groan escaping him as your walls fluttered and squeezed around his entire length. This was the first time he was experiencing an omega cunt in heat, the scorching heat, the way your slick coated him so copiously, the rhythmic clenching that felt like your body was trying to pull him even deeper, the sweet, fertile scent of you driving his alpha wild. He was in another planet, eyes half-lidded, breathing ragged as he fought not to thrust up hard and knot you immediately.
âFuck⊠you feel incredible,â he rasped, voice wrecked. âSo deep. Your cervix is kissing the head every time you move.â
Sunghoon tried to thrust for the first time, a slow, careful upward roll of his hips that pushed his long cock even deeper. The head bumped firmly against your cervix again, pressing right against that soft, yielding spot at the very end of your channel. He threw his head back with a guttural groan, eyes squeezing shut as the sensation hit him like a punch to the gut.
Yep. That was your womb.
He was so surprised he almost lost his rhythm completely. Heâd never experienced this before, the way your cervix felt lower and softer during heat, the way it kissed the head of his cock with every deep thrust, the way your body seemed to open up and welcome him that far inside.
Did omegas in heat have their cervix positioned lower? He wondered, mind hazy with pleasure as he stayed buried to the hilt, feeling the subtle flutter of your walls around him. The realization made his cock throb hard inside you, another thick spurt of pre-cum leaking against your cervix as his alpha purred with primal satisfaction.
âFucking hell,â he rasped, voice wrecked.
Your reaction was immediate and desperate. A high, whiny moan tore from your throat as Sunghoonâs long cock pressed right against your deepest entrance, the sensation intense and overwhelming.
It was uncomfortable in the beginning, the deep, blunt pressure against that sensitive spot making your body tense and your nails scratch down his arms so hard it made him hiss sharply, red lines blooming on his skin.
But your omega quickly became addicted.
The discomfort melted into pure, addictive pleasure as your body adjusted, the deep kiss against your cervix sending waves of bliss through your core. You started grinding down on him desperately, hips rolling in needy little circles, chasing that intense fullness. âHoon-ieâ pleaseâ deeper,â you whined, voice broken and needy as your walls fluttered and clenched around his entire length, trying to pull him even further inside.
Sunghoon didnât know what to do with himself. The pleasure was overwhelming, your tight, scorching heat gripping every inch of his cock, the way your cervix kissed the head with every roll of your hips, the obscene amount of slick coating him and dripping down his balls. His head fell back against the headboard, a broken groan escaping him as his hands gripped your hips tighter, trying to ground himself.
Sunghoon called out hoarsely to Jaeyun, who was watching everything from the foot of the bed, one hand fisting his own cock slowly as he took in the sight of you impaled on Sunghoon. âJakeâ help me lift her. Sheâs losing grip.â
Jaeyun was over you in a second, abandoning his own cock without hesitation. They both noticed how your movements were becoming less coordinated, your body starting to tremble with the overwhelming sensations as the heat took over more completely. Jaeyun helped support your weight as Sunghoon carefully stood up at the foot of the bed, still buried deep inside you.
They laid you down gently on your back in the center of the nest, keeping the connection intact.
Jaeyun moved behind your head, sitting up against the headboard and pulling your upper body into his lap, cradling you securely against his chest. His arms wrapped around your torso, hands gently holding your shoulders and stroking your arms. Sunghoon stayed at the foot of the bed, gripping your hips as he held your lower body, spreading your legs wide open over his thighs. The position left you completely exposed, legs spread obscenely, cunt stretched around Sunghoonâs long cock, slick and cum leaking out around where you were joined. There was nothing to hide. Every inch of your dripping, swollen pussy was on full display for both alphas.
Sunghoon groaned at the sight, his hands tightening on your hips as he started to thrust again, slow and deep. âLook at her⊠so fucking open for us.â
Jaeyunâs hands stroked your hair and shoulders, murmuring soft praises against your temple. âThatâs it, noona. Let him fuck you deep. Weâve got you.â
Sunghoon carefully stood at the foot of the bed, still buried deep inside you, while Jaeyun helped support your weight. They positioned you so that Jaeyun was seated against the headboard, your upper body supported on his lap, your head resting comfortably on his thigh right next to his hard, leaking cock. Your torso was slightly elevated, back arched, while Sunghoon held your lower body at the edge of the bed, your legs wrapped tightly around his waist.
The position left you completely open and exposed, Sunghoonâs long cock stretching your cunt, your slick and his pre-cum dripping down your ass with every small movement. You were drooling and boneless between them, eyes half-lidded, mouth open as soft, needy sounds escaped you.
Sunghoon started fucking you with deep, powerful thrusts, his long cock sliding in and out of your dripping cunt with wet, obscene sounds. Your body moved with every snap of his hips â torso arching, breasts bouncing, head shifting on Jaeyunâs lap as you were almost upside down in the position.
The angle let him hit impossibly deep, the head of his cock kissing your cervix with the tiniest thrusts, making your eyes roll back and broken moans spill from your drooling mouth.
Jaeyun had to keep you still, his hands firm on your shoulders and upper arms, holding your torso steady on his lap while your head rested right next to his leaking cock. âEasy, noona,â he murmured, voice strained as he watched Sunghoon fuck you. âIâve got you. Just take it. Let him give you what you need.â
You were a mess â drooling on Jaeyunâs thigh, slick gushing out around Sunghoonâs cock with every deep thrust, your legs wrapped tight around his waist as he pounded into you. The position made everything feel more intense, your body almost upside down, completely at their mercy as Sunghoon fucked you harder, chasing the tight heat of your cunt.
It wasnât just fullness, it was claiming â the way his length reached places no one else ever had, stretching you open in a way that felt both overwhelming and perfectly right.
You moaned brokenly, nails digging into his shoulders as your body rocked with him. âMy God⊠itâs so deepâ I can feel you in my stomachâŠâ
He groaned, eyes dark and hungry. âI know, sweetheart. I can see it. Look.â One of his hands slid to your lower belly, pressing down gently so you could feel the subtle bulge of his cock moving inside you. The sight made your cunt clench hard around him, another rush of slick coating his shaft.
Sunghoonâs rhythm changed suddenly â a sharp, upward snap of his hips that made his cockhead grind firmly against your cervix. The intense pressure made your eyes water, a mix of overwhelming pleasure and the slightest edge of discomfort that your omega absolutely craved.
âFuckâ alpha,â you gasped, nails raking down his chest as your body shuddered.
He hissed at the sting but his eyes flashed with dark satisfaction. âThatâs it. Let me feel you, omega."
Jaeyunâs hand slid up to cup one of your breasts, rolling your nipple between his fingers while his mouth found the sensitive spot on your neck again. The dual stimulation made your head spin. You were caught between them â Sunghoonâs thick cock spearing deep into your cunt with every thrust, Jaeyunâs hands and mouth teasing your upper body, their combined scents drowning you in safety and need.
Your second orgasm was building faster now, the heat in your belly coiling tighter. You could feel another orgasm approaching, this one deeper, more devastating than the last. Your walls started fluttering wildly around Sunghoonâs length, trying to pull him even deeper as your slick poured out around him.
Sunghoonâs breathing grew ragged, his thrusts losing their perfect rhythm as he chased his own pleasure. âYouâre close again, arenât you, noona?"
Jaeyunâs teeth grazed your scent gland, not biting but promising.
The combination of their words, their hands, and Sunghoonâs cock grinding against that perfect spot inside you sent you over the edge with a broken cry. Your orgasm crashed through you hard, walls spasming violently around Sunghoonâs cock as pleasure tore through your body. Fresh slick gushed out around him, soaking his lap and the sheets as your cunt milked him desperately.
Sunghoon groaned deeply, his control finally snapping. âFuckââ His hips jerked up once, twice, burying himself as deep as he could go.
His knot swelled rapidly at the base of his cock, locking firmly inside you with a wet pop, stretching your entrance to its limit. The massive swell tugged against your walls, the head of his cock pressed tight against your cervix as thick, hot ropes of cum flooded you in heavy pulses. He came hard, growling against your neck as he filled you up, the pressure of his knot and the sheer volume of cum making your lower belly feel even fuller.
You whimpered at the intense stretch, the way his knot locked you to him so completely, but your omega purred with deep satisfaction, loving the feeling of being claimed and filled so thoroughly.
Sunghoon wrapped his arms around you tightly, pulling you flush against his chest as he carefully maneuvered both of you down onto the bed without disconnecting. He laid on his back, keeping you on top of him, your legs straddling his hips while his knot stayed locked deep inside your cunt. Jaeyun moved with you, staying close, one hand resting on your back as he pressed soft kisses to your shoulder.
Sunghoon held you securely in his arms, one hand stroking your hair, the other rubbing slow circles on your lower back. He murmured against your temple, voice rough but tender. âJust breathe through it, sweetheart. Let the knot do its job. Youâre safe.â
The knot stayed locked deep inside you, Sunghoonâs thick swell keeping you stretched and full, his cum trapped warm and heavy where your body wanted it most. You slipped deeper into omega space, that soft, hazy place where thoughts slowed and instincts took over completely. Your mind went quiet, only aware of warmth, safety, and the two alphas who smelled like home.
Sunghoon was in the clouds. He held you close against his chest, arms wrapped securely around your back, one hand gently stroking your hair as he pressed soft kisses to your temple.
His alpha was purring with deep, bone-deep satisfaction, completely drunk on the feeling of his omega knotted on his cock, safe and claimed in his nest. âSheâs so perfect,â he whispered, voice thick with awe.
Jaeyun, being the responsible one this time, smiled softly but kept one eye on the clock. It was well past 3pm. âSheâs in omega space now. We need to keep her hydrated and fed before the last wave hits. Iâm going to prepare something light for lunch. You stay with her, Hoon. Donât move too much, the knotâs still really swollen.â
Sunghoon nodded dreamily, barely able to focus on anything except the way your body was relaxed and trusting against him, your scent mixing beautifully with theirs. âYeah⊠fine."
Jaeyun chuckled quietly as he slipped out of bed, pulling on a pair of boxer and nothing else. âI know. Sheâll need energy for the next wave, Iâll make something soft and quick.â
You stayed knotted deep on Sunghoon for the next fifteen minutes, drifting in and out of that soft omega space. When you started to wake up a little more, the knot was still full force, keeping you stretched and connected. You made a small, unhappy sound at the emptiness you felt when Jaeyun left for the kitchen, but you were too exhausted to fight it, just nuzzling closer into Sunghoonâs chest instead.
After another twenty minutes, the knot was still stubbornly locked deep inside you. You started shifting uncomfortably, a small whine escaping as the stretch became too much for too long. Sunghoon looked embarrassed, cheeks faintly pink as he rubbed your back. âIâm sorry⊠it hasnât gone down yet, I donât know why itâs taking this much.â
Jaeyun returned with a tray of light food and water, raising an eyebrow at the scene. He set the tray down carefully on the nightstand and climbed back onto the bed, a teasing smirk on his face that quickly softened when he saw you were awake, eyes hazy but aware.
The moment he got close enough, you made grabby hands toward him, a small, needy sound escaping your throat.
Jaeyun didnât hesitate. He moved in immediately, sliding behind you so you were nestled between them again, your back against his chest while Sunghoon stayed locked deep inside you from the front. His arms wrapped around your waist, one hand resting gently over Sunghoonâs on your lower belly.
âHey, noona,â he murmured softly against your hair, voice warm and full of affection. âYouâre back with us a little. Howâs your head feeling?â
You leaned into him, still foggy but clearer than before. âBetter⊠I think. Itâs not as heavy. But I still feel really vulnerable. Like if you both werenât here I donât know what Iâd do. Itâs⊠a lot.â
Sunghoon pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead, his knot still swollen and locked inside you, keeping you full and connected. âYou donât have to do it alone anymore. Thatâs why your alphas are here for."
The word alphas made your cheeks burn with shy embarrassment. You hid your face against his chest, a small, flustered sound escaping you. It still felt strange hearing it out loud â possessive, intimate, real in a way you werenât fully used to yet.
Your omega loved it, purring softly, but your rational mind was still catching up, cheeks hot as you mumbled, âYou canât just say thatâŠâ
Jaeyun chuckled warmly behind you, his arms tightening around your waist as he pressed a soft kiss to the back of your neck. âWe can, and we will. Youâll get used to it, noona. Weâll work on it together, every day if we have to. Youâre ours now. And weâre yours. Alphas, mates, whatever feels right."
His words, gentle and steady, eased some of the shyness. You let out a shaky breath, relaxing a little more between them, even as the knot kept you locked and full.
The three of you stayed like that for a long moment, wrapped in each other, the word mates hanging sweetly in the air between you. It felt like a promise, like the beginning of something real and lasting.
After a while, Jaeyun glanced down at where you were still locked with Sunghoon, a small, amused smile tugging at his lips. âSo⊠about that knot. Itâs been a while, Hoon. Still not going down?â
Sunghoon groaned, embarrassed, hiding his face against your shoulder. âShut up. This is the first time Iâve knotted an omega in heat. I didnât expect it to stay like this.â
Jaeyun chuckled softly. âItâs normal. Your alpha is just really set on claiming her. Usually knots only stay this long during ruts, but it looks like Sunghoonâs alpha has decided his omega needs to be bred properly.â
You let out a tired, embarrassed laugh, still impaled and full, but safe in their arms.
After a few more quiet minutes, Jaeyun reached for the water bottle on the nightstand and helped you take small, careful sips. âDrink, baby. You need it. The last wave is going to come soon, and we want you strong for it.â
Sunghoonâs knot stayed locked deep inside you for almost forty more minutes. It was the longest any of you had ever experienced. The three of you spent the time in a soft, intimate haze, Jaeyun feeding you small bites of fruit and more water, Sunghoon stroking your back and murmuring quiet praises against your hair. You stayed boneless on top of him, occasionally shifting with small, needy sounds when the fullness became too intense. The knot kept everything warm and full, preventing any of Sunghoon's cum from leaking out, and your omega was blissfully content with the constant pressure and the feeling of being claimed so thoroughly.
When it finally started to go down, it did so slowly. You felt the thick swell gradually soften, the tug at your entrance easing until Sunghoon could carefully lift you off with a wet, filthy sound. A huge rush of cum poured out of you immediately, thick and warm, coating your thighs and dripping onto Sunghoonâs lap and the sheets. You whimpered at the sudden emptiness, embarrassed by the mess, but both alphas soothed you instantly â Sunghoon pulling you into his arms, Jaeyun grabbing a warm towel to gently clean between your legs.
They helped you eat a proper dinner a little later â more of the light porridge, some fruit, and plenty of water. You were still foggy but clearer than before, sitting between them on the bed as they fed you small bites and made sure you drank. The care was constant and gentle, their hands never far from your skin. You felt safe. Cherished. Loved in a way that made your chest ache with how new and wonderful it felt.
The last wave hit just as the sun was setting, painting the river outside the windows in deep oranges and pinks.
This one was the strongest yet.
Your body went from warm to burning in minutes. The ache in your core turned vicious, the need for a knot overwhelming. Slick poured out of you in heavy waves, soaking the nest again as you whined and pawed at both alphas, desperate and non-verbal. They moved with you immediately, surrounding you completely, their hands and mouths everywhere, soothing and claiming at the same time.
This time, they took turns knotting you, slow, deep, reverent, while the other held you, praised you, and made sure you felt completely safe and wanted.
The heat finally broke in the early hours of the morning, just as the sky outside began to lighten.
You lay boneless between them, body trembling with the aftershocks of the last, most intense wave. The memory of it would stay with you for a long time â the moment they both took you at once.
It had started when the need became unbearable. You had begged for it, voice wrecked and desperate, âBoth⊠please⊠I need both of you.â They had been careful, so careful, but your body had opened for them like it was made for this. Sunghoon beneath you, his long cock buried to the hilt, stretching you open while Jaeyun pressed in from behind, slow and slick with your own arousal. The stretch had been intense, almost too much at first â two thick cocks filling you completely, rubbing against each other through the thin wall inside you, the pressure against your cervix and every sensitive spot making your vision white out.
You had cried out, nails digging into Sunghoonâs shoulders, legs shaking as they moved in a careful rhythm, one pushing in while the other pulled back. The fullness was obscene, filthy, perfect. Slick poured out of you in waves, coating both of them, the wet sounds of your body taking two alphas at once filling the nest. Jaeyun had groaned against your neck, âSo tight, noona⊠fuck, I can feel him inside you too,â while Sunghoon had growled low, hands gripping your hips as he thrust up into you.
The pleasure had built and built until it shattered you completely. You came harder than you ever had, walls clamping down around both cocks as your orgasm ripped through you, squirting around them, body convulsing between their strong frames. They followed soon after, knotting you together, filling you so full you could feel your belly swell slightly with their combined release.
That double knot, the overwhelming fullness, the way they held you through it, whispering praises, stroking your skin, telling you how perfect you were, had finally broken the heat.
It was the quickest heat you had ever experienced. What usually dragged on for days had burned through in less than twenty-four hours, thanks to them. They had been right all along. Two alphas made everything more bearable. More efficient, safer.
You lay between them now, completely spent, body aching in the best way, their scents and cum all over you. Sunghoon was still half-hard inside you, the last traces of his knot keeping you connected. Jaeyun was pressed against your back, one leg thrown over yours, his hand resting possessively on your hip.
Sunghoon kissed your forehead, voice soft. âHow do you feel, sweetheart?â
âEmpty⊠but good,â you whispered, voice hoarse. âI canât believe itâs over already. You two⊠you made it so much better than I ever thought it could be.â
Jaeyun nuzzled into your neck, smiling against your skin. âTold you. Two alphas are better than one. Especially when theyâre completely gone for their omega.â
You let out a tired, happy laugh, curling closer into both of them. The nest was a mess, sheets ruined, blankets tangled, the air thick with the scent of sex and sweat.
As the sun rose higher outside the windows, painting the river in gold, you drifted off again, safe in the arms of your alphas.
Your future mates.
And for the first time, you werenât worried about income or exams or the mountain of responsibilities that usually waited for you the second you stepped out of this safe little world. The scholarship, the part-time jobs, the endless cycle of proving you deserved to be here â none of it felt as heavy right now. Not with Sunghoonâs steady heartbeat under your cheek and Jaeyunâs warm breath against the back of your neck. Not with their combined scents wrapped around you like a promise that you didnât have to carry everything alone anymore.
You had spent so many years surviving. Fighting for every grade, every opportunity, every moment of peace in a world that reminded you daily how precarious your place in it was. You had convinced yourself that needing help was weakness, that depending on anyone â especially two chaebol alphas who seemed to come from an entirely different universe â would only end in heartbreak. But lying here, knotted and claimed and cared for so completely, you realized something profound.
This wasnât weakness.
This was strength.
Allowing yourself to be loved, to be wanted, to be seen â that took more courage than any of the battles you had fought before. Your omega had known it long before your mind caught up. She had reached for them from the very beginning, drawn to their steadiness, their patience, their quiet determination to prove they were different.
Sunghoon shifted slightly, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead, his knot still warm and full inside you. âSleep, sweetheart. Weâve got you.â
Jaeyunâs arm tightened around your waist, his voice a soft rumble against your skin. âWeâre not going anywhere. Not after the heat. Not ever, if youâll have us.â
You let out a small, content sigh, eyes drifting shut as exhaustion finally pulled you under. For the first time in years, the future didnât feel like something you had to survive.
author's note â don't fight me because i lost interest in the middle of this and managed this poor developed heat smut đ· THAT'S WHY IS BAD AND REPETITIVE MY BAD. "Thatâs it, noona. Let him fuck you deep. Weâve got you." WTF LIKEâ ABAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH With that being, said, THANK YOU SO MUCH for your patience and giving this silly little story a chance, I hope you've enjoyed the time you spent here somehow <3 Pls let's take care of ourselves and see you guys more soon!!!
Youâre on your back in the middle of the bed, legs spread wide and trembling as Heeseung thrusts deep into you; the wet sound of his cock sliding in and out of your soaked pussy fills the room and Jake and Sunghoon sit in chairs pulled close to the edge of the bed, eyes locked on every detail. Jakeâs hand is fisted in his lap, breathing ragged while Sunghoonâs jaw is clenched tight, pupils blown as he watches Heeseung claim whatâs supposed to be theirs.
âLook at them,â Heeseung murmurs against your ear, voice low and mocking. He glances at the two boys with a smirk before turning back to you. âTheyâre so fucking pathetic, baby. Just sitting there leaking in their pants while I ruin this pretty cunt.â
You moan loudly as Heeseung snaps his hips harder, hitting that spot that makes your toes curl. Heeseung grips your jaw, tilting your face toward Jake and Sunghoon.
âOpen,â he commands.
You obey instantly and he leans over to spits directly into your mouth, thick and warm. You swallow it with a whimper, the filthy act sending another rush of heat through you. Heeseung laughs softly, dark and satisfied, then does it againâ spitting on your tongue before kissing you messily, letting the saliva mix between you.
Jake lets out a broken sound, shifting in his seat. âFuck⊠she looks so good like that.â
Sunghoon doesnât speak, just stares with hungry, humiliated eyes as Heeseungâs cock stretches you open again and again. The wet squelch of your arousal is obscene.
Hee pulls your legs higher, folding you nearly in half so the two men have the perfect view of his thick cock disappearing into your dripping hole.
âWatch closely,â Heeseung growls at them. âThis is how you fuck her right.â
Both of them have their cocks out by now, flushed and leaking, hands moving desperately over themselves as they watch.
âFuck⊠look at her,â Jake breathes, stroking himself faster, thumb spreading the precum over his tip. His gaze is locked on the way your tits bounce with every brutal thrust.
Heesengâs pace turns brutal. The slap of skin on skin grows louder as he pounds into you. Youâre gasping, crying out, pleasure coiling tight in your belly as he reaches down and rubs your clit in fast circles, never slowing his thrusts.
âCome on, baby. Show them how hard you can squirt for me.â
Sunghoonâs hand is tight around his own length, jaw clenched, breathing ragged. He doesnât speak, just pumps himself slowly at first, then quicker as your moans get louder.
Heeseung smirks down at you, then glances at the two boys. âPathetic, arenât they? Jerking off like losers while I ruin whatâs theirs. Come on, stroke faster,â Heeseung orders them without looking away from you. âI want you both leaking while she squirts all over me.â
Jake whimpers, hand flying over his cock and Sunghoonâs strokes turn erratic, eyes dark with shame and lust as he watches every inch of his friend disappear inside you.
Heeseung rubs your swollen clit roughly, spitting on it again so his fingers glide slick and fast. The pressure snaps.
You cry out, body seizing as you squirt hard around his cock & clear fluid gushes out in pulsing waves, soaking Heeseungâs abs, dripping down his balls, and splattering onto the sheets. Your pussy clenches and flutters violently, squirting again with every deep thrust as he keeps fucking you through it.
Jake groans brokenly, cum spilling over his fist as he watches you fall apart and Sunghoon curses under his breath, stroking himself through his own orgasm, thick ropes landing on his thigh while his eyes stay fixed on your squirting pussy.
Heeseung laughs low and dark, still buried inside your twitching heat. âLook at that⊠they came just from watching.â
Will you be open writing incel heejake that likes to pretend to breastfeed from their step sister rubbing her nipples and begging her for her milk > <
Ëââ§âșââ± milk
heejake x fem!reader
wc. 347
contents. threesome, step incest, incest, mxm action (just a kiss), titty sucking, breeding, talks of pregnancy
a/n. Im sowy but i couldn't think of a way to add them being incels to this đ„⊠hope you like the incest addition đ„čđ„č
âCome on⊠you can do it for usâŠâ heeseung purrs against the shell of your ear. Theyâve been at it for hours. Jake sucking on your right nipple like a hungry kitten and Heeseung, palming and nipping at your left nipple like it owns him something. You can't even think about how sore your chest will be in a few hours, not with how good it feels to have both of your step brothers taking care of you like this. Youâre unsure what exactly gave them the idea that acting like two starving kittens would make you suddenly produce milk. âI cant Hee- need to be pregnant first.â You whimper the words so softly that Heeseung doesn't register them at first. Not until Jake starts rutting into your already abused heat, remnants of his and Heeseung cum mixing with his pre cum.Â
Your whimpers are drowned by a feverish kiss from Heeseung, his mouth moving against yours in renewed intensity. Jake whimpers above you, rutting into your heat like a needy pup, feeling left out. Heeseungâs head snaps towards his brother, sneering at him. âStop whining and fuck her right.â The harsh words only make Jake whine harder, hips stuttering at the tone his brother used to address him. âD-dont be mean Hee, Jake o-only wants a kiss.â Jake nods as your words, brain too foggy for him to put his needs into words.Â
Heeseungâs hand wraps around Jake's throat, the other one tilting your head towards them. He crashes his mouth against Jake's, kissing him harshly. The sight makes you moan and clench around Jake's cock. The sound in the room is obscene; Jake's cock driving in and out of your sloppy heat, and his lips messily meeting with Heeseung's. The sight alone pushes you along the edge, cunt squirting hard around Jake's cock. Heeseung is quick to pull away from the messy kiss, wiping the spit from his lips as he lets out an appreciative groan at the sight. âGood fucking girl⊠we're gonna make sure you're pregnant before the end of the night pretty.âÂ
