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7 MINUTES IN HEAVEN⟡₊⋆∘

✮⋆˙Heeseung x fem!reader

[OC Misu]

―୨୧⋆ ˚Genre: Enemies to lovers with secret relationship

―୨୧⋆ ˚Word Count: 3,4K

―୨୧⋆ ˚Summary: Misu and Heeseung are rival gamers who secretly start falling for each other after a Halloween party where they drunkenly kiss and spend the night together. While trying to hide their feelings from Misu’s best friend Rona who believes she likes Heeseung too both Rona & Heeseung end up hanging out at Misu’s apartment. To make the awkward tension less obvious, Misu invites everyone over, but the night quickly turns chaotic when the group starts playing “Seven Minutes in Heaven.”

―୨୧⋆ ˚Warnings: Non-Con / Dub-Con,Power Imbalance,Public / Semi-Public Sex,Fingering, Dirty Talk, Coercion/ Intimidation,Domination,Orgasm Control

―୨୧⋆ ˚Song: Needy - Ariana Grande

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Rona and Heeseung were still sitting at the kitchen table like they were in some cold war, both refusing to move, both pretending the other one didn't exist.

I crossed my arms.

Misu:"Are either of you finally going to get up and join everyone, or are you planning to sit here staring each other down all night?"

Neither answered.

Heeseung had somehow gotten his vape in his hand now God knows where he even pulled that from. He leaned back in the chair, taking a slow drag like none of this concerned him.

Rona just looked at me innocently.

I wanted peace for one single hour.

Before I could say more, Doha suddenly clapped his hands from the living room.

Doha:"Game idea!"

Everyone turned.

He grinned far too proudly.

Doha:"Seven Minutes in Heaven."

I blinked.

Misu:"What?"

People immediately reacted with excitement, whistles, shouting, laughing.

I stared around the room in disbelief.

Misu:"What the hell is Seven Minutes in Heaven?"

Doha stepped into the middle of the room like a host on television.

Doha:"It's simple,"

he said dramatically.

Doha:"Two people get chosen usually by spinning a bottle and they spend seven minutes alone together in a dark room or closet."

Jin raised his drink and added,

Jin:"What happens in the closet stays in the closet."

The boys burst out laughing.

I pointed at all of them.

Misu:"No. Absolutely not. What kind of stupid game is that?"

Everyone booed instantly.

I looked around offended.

Misu:"Are you serious? There are barely any girls here and way too many of you weird men!"

More booing.

Someone threw popcorn at me.

Even Heeseung didn't look fully convinced, though he was smirking into his vape like he already knew chaos was coming.

And somehow—

We played anyway.

A bottle was placed in the center of the living room floor.

I immediately hated it.

Especially after what happened in Japan. Bottle games had never brought me peace.

Max volunteered first.

He dramatically knelt down and spun the bottle hard. It twirled across the wooden floor as everyone leaned in.

It slowly stopped.

Pointing at Jiho.

The room erupted.

Jiho stood up proudly and flexed for no reason.

Doha:"Choose the victim,"

Max scanned the room, then pointed.

Max:"Minho."

Minho blinked.

Minho:"Why me?"

Max shrugged.

Max:"Because destiny."

Minho stood up and looked at my hallway.

Minho:"We're both too broad to fit in a closet."

The boys immediately lost it laughing.

Kai shouted,

Kai:"Yeah right, Minho."

I rolled my eyes.

Luckily, my apartment had a storage room with a large empty closet space. So Jiho and Minho disappeared inside while everyone crowded around the door.

The door shut.

We waited.

At first it was quiet.

Then after about five minutes—

THUD.

BANG.

Yelling.

Insults.

Everyone froze.

Another loud crash came from inside.

Heeseung took another drag from his vape and muttered,

Heeseung:"Uh-oh."

Like he was entertained.

I stood up immediately.

Misu:"Guys, we cannot leave them in there."

Doha raised a hand calmly.

Doha:"Two more minutes."

Misu:"What do you mean two more—"

Doha:"Rules are rules."

So we waited.

More shouting.

Something hit the wall.

Then finally the seven minutes ended and we opened the door.

Jiho and Minho stumbled out instantly, grabbing each other by the collars.

Jiho:"You know nothing about power scaling!"

Minho:"Sukuna wipes him!"

Jiho:"Gojo literally dog walks him!"

I stared in disbelief.

Misu:"Are they seriously fighting over Jujutsu Kaisen?"

Apparently yes.

They were genuinely arguing over who was stronger Sukuna or Gojo.

Everyone around us was crying laughing.

I just felt embarrassed.

Heeseung stood up and separated them with one hand each.

Heeseung:"Sit down, idiots. Let's continue."

The room settled again, though Jiho was still muttering "fraudkuna" under his breath.

Now it was Jiho's turn to spin.

He crouched dramatically and spun the bottle with way too much confidence.

It turned.

Slowed.

Slowed more.

Then landed directly on me.

The room exploded.

Misu:"No."

I pointed at the bottle.

Misu:"No. Spin again."

Jiho grinned.

He looked at me.

Then slowly looked at Heeseung.

Then back at me.

That smile on his face looked dangerous.

For one terrifying second, I thought he was about to say Heeseung's name.

Instead, he leaned back casually.

Jiho:"Rona."

The room went wild again.

I turned sharply.

Rona blinked.

Jiho clapped loudly.

Jiho:"Rona and Misu. Closet. Now."

My jaw dropped.

Heeseung's expression darkened instantly.

Rona and I stood up while everyone around us cheered far too loudly for something that was not exciting at all.

I rolled my eyes and followed her down the hallway toward the storage room. She walked beside me calmly, while I felt weirdly nervous for no reason. Maybe because everyone was making it dramatic, maybe because Heeseung had looked irritated the second Jiho said her name.

We stepped inside.

The door closed behind us.

Instant darkness.

I could barely see anything except the faint outline of Rona standing in front of me. The room smelled like cardboard boxes and detergent. It was quiet enough that I could hear both of us breathing.

For the first few seconds, neither of us said anything.

Then I awkwardly scratched the back of my head.

Misu:"So..."

Rona just hummed softly.

Rona:"Mm."

That somehow made it even more awkward.

I sighed internally.

Please let these seven minutes pass quickly.

I shifted my weight and glanced to the side—

And saw something moving.

Something small.

Something crawling.

I froze for half a second before pure panic hit me.

Without thinking, I grabbed onto Rona immediately, clutching her arms.

Misu:"There's something there! Get it away, get it away now!"

She laughed quietly but moved at once.

Rona:"It's fine, relax."

I heard a quick sound, then silence.

Rona:"It's gone now."

I slowly looked up at her.

Even in the darkness I could make out her eyes watching me. My heart was still racing, but now for a completely different reason because I realized I was practically attached to her.

I let go fast.

Misu:"Sorry."

Rona:"It's okay," she said softly.

I cleared my throat.

Misu:"Thanks."

The room went quiet again.

I rubbed my arms awkwardly, then spoke again.

Misu:"And... thank you for the flowers. They were really pretty."

She didn't answer right away.

Misu:"And thank you for always worrying about me," I added.

Misu:"You've always been there for me. You were my first real best friend."

I heard her exhale softly.

Then she stepped closer and gently patted my head, almost like I was a child.

Rona:"You don't need to thank me,"

she said quietly.

Something about her voice made guilt crash into me all over again.

Rona really was a good friend.

She cared about me.

She always showed up for me.

And here I was hiding everything with Heeseung.

I felt sick.

How could I do this to her when she had been so good to me?

I needed to tell her.

Right now.

I opened my mouth.

Misu:"Rona, I need to tell you someth—"

The door flew open.

Bright light hit us instantly.

Heeseung stood there with one hand on the handle.

Heeseung:"Time's up."

Exactly seven minutes.

Of course he had counted every second.

I shut my mouth immediately.

The chance was gone.

I couldn't say it.

I just couldn't.

We walked back into the living room where everyone was already shouting questions.

Jin pointed dramatically.

Jin:"What was that scream earlier?"

I glared at him.

Misu:"There was something crawling in there."

The room burst out laughing.

I pointed at Rona.

Misu:"She got rid of it."

Immediately people started clapping and cheering for her like she had defeated a monster.

Rona sighed.

Rona:"Boys, relax."

Then everyone turned to me.

Doha:"My turn!" Doha shouted.

Jiho:"No, bottle goes to Misu," Jiho corrected.

They shoved the bottle into my hands.

I sat down and spun it.

The bottle turned slowly across the floor.

Round and round.

Then stopped.

Pointing directly at Heeseung.

The room exploded.

I stared at the bottle, then at him.

He looked back at me carefully, almost suspicious of whatever I was about to do.

And suddenly a thought came into my head.

Maybe Heeseung wasn't as in love with me as he thought.

Maybe he liked the thrill.

Maybe if I put him in there with Rona... something would happen.

Maybe they would realize they liked each other.

Maybe then I wouldn't have to feel guilty anymore.

Maybe I could stop hurting my best friend.

Even though the thought made my chest tighten.

Even though I loved him too.

I forced myself to speak.

Misu:"Rona."

Silence.

Then chaos.

Everyone screamed.

Max nearly fell over laughing.

I looked at Rona.

Then at Heeseung.

Both of them were staring at me in complete shock.

Then both said at the same time—

"No."

I blinked.

Misu:"What?"

Jiho immediately stood up like a referee.

Jiho:"Rules are rules."

Before either of them could protest, he grabbed one arm of Heeseung and one of Rona's and dragged them toward the hallway while everyone laughed and shouted.

I stayed frozen on the floor, suddenly unsure if I had just done something smart—

Or something unbelievably stupid.

Then the closet door slammed shut.

And Heeseung's last glare before it closed told me he was absolutely going to kill me later.

It was silent.

Completely silent.

Everyone in the living room sat there listening toward the storage room, waiting for something voices, arguing, laughter, any kind of sound but nothing came from inside.

No talking.

No movement.

Nothing at all.

The silence somehow felt worse than noise.

People kept exchanging glances, trying not to laugh, trying to guess what was happening in there.

After a while, Jiho stretched dramatically on the couch and groaned.

Jiho:"Boringgg."

A few people laughed.

Someone checked the time every thirty seconds like it was a sporting event.

When the seven minutes were finally over, Jiho jumped up and marched to the hallway.

Jiho:"I'll rescue them."

He opened the closet door.

Rona walked out first.

Then Heeseung.

Neither of them looked happy.

Not angry exactly but definitely not happy. Their expressions were unreadable, the kind people make when they are forcing themselves to stay calm.

The room instantly noticed.

The energy dropped.

Even the loudest people went quieter.

Jin, determined to save the vibe, clapped loudly.

Jin:"Alright! Next round!"

Everyone sat back down again.

Heeseung took the bottle from the floor and spun it without saying a word.

It rolled in a clean circle across the wooden floor, slower and slower until it stopped.

Pointing directly at me.

The room exploded.

I looked up at him.

He was already looking at me.

No smile.

No teasing expression.

Just serious.

Heeseung:"With me," he said.

The room got even louder.

Max nearly screamed.

Max:"Is this game just Rona, Misu and Heeseung simulator now?"

Everyone laughed and cheered.

I stayed seated.

Heeseung stood up, walked over, grabbed my hand, and pulled me to my feet before I could argue.

My heart immediately started racing.

He led me down the hallway while everyone behind us shouted jokes and fake kissing noises.

I wanted to disappear.

The moment we stepped inside the closet, he shut the door behind us.

Darkness.

Again.

Only this time it felt completely different.

The air was smaller. Hotter. Tighter.

I crossed my arms.

Misu:"What was that supposed to mean?"

Instead of answering, Heeseung calmly pulled out his vape.

I stared at him in disbelief.

He took a slow drag like he was standing outside a convenience store instead of locked in a closet with me.

Misu:"Hello?" I said sharply.

He only lifted an eyebrow.

I stepped closer.

Misu:"I asked you a question."

He exhaled and finally spoke.

Heeseung:"What was that supposed to mean?"

I blinked.

Misu:"What?"

Heeseung:"You putting me in here with Rona."

His voice was low and controlled, which somehow felt more dangerous than if he had shouted.

I stayed quiet.

He took another drag.

Misu:"Well..."

I looked away.

Misu:"It just happened."

He said nothing.

I hated that he could make silence feel like pressure.

Misu:"I thought..." I started quietly.

Misu:"I thought maybe it wasn't a big deal."

Still nothing.

Misu:"So what if you were in a closet with her for seven minutes?"

He exhaled smoke slowly into the dark.

Heeseung:"It is a big deal it's like seven minutes in hell."

I swallowed.

Then he leaned a little closer.

Heeseung:"I would never leave you in here with another guy."

My breath caught.

Heeseung was jealous.

Actually jealous.

I didn't know what to say, so I said nothing.

He kept vaping.

I frowned.

Misu:"Can you stop doing that?"

Another drag.

Misu:"Heeseung."

Another one.

I reached forward in annoyance and snatched the vape from his hand.

Misu:"Idiot."

He immediately turned his head toward me.

Heeseung:"Give it back."

Misu:"No."

Heeseung:"You don't want to regret that."

I crossed my arms tighter.

Misu:"Oh really? And what exactly are you going to do?"

There was a pause.

Then he stepped closer.

Heeseung:"Do you really want to find out?"

My confidence vanished instantly.

I took a step backward.

But the closet was far too small.

My back hit the wall almost immediately.

Heeseung kept moving forward until there was barely any space left between us.

Even in the darkness I could feel the heat coming off him.

I held the vape behind my back like that was somehow useful.

Misu:"You're being dramatic," I muttered.

Heeseung:"And you're being annoying."

Misu:"That's rich coming from you."

He reached past me, one hand pressing lightly beside my head against the wall.

Heeseung:"Last chance,"

he said softly.

Heeseung:"Give it back."

I tried to look unbothered.

Misu:"No."

He laughed once under his breath.

Then lowered his voice.

Heeseung:"Fine."

His free hand shot out, grabbing my wrist behind my back. His fingers wrapped tight around it, yanking the vape free from my grip. He tossed it aside I heard it clatter against some boxes.

Misu:"Heeseung—"

Heeseung:"Shut up."

He pressed his body flush against mine, his chest hard against my tits, his hips pinning my lower belly to the wall. I could feel his cock already thickening through his jeans, grinding slow against my thigh.

His hand slid down my side, rough fingers popping the button on my pants. He yanked the zipper down with a sharp tug, then shoved his hand inside, palm pressing flat against my panties.

Misu:"Stop,"

I whispered, even as my thighs clenched together.

Misu:"We can't... someone might hear."

He chuckled low, the sound vibrating through me.

Heeseung:"That's the point. Let them wonder what the fuck I'm doing to you in here."

His fingers rubbed firm over the damp cotton covering my pussy. I gasped, hips jerking forward on instinct.

Heeseung:"Already soaked,"

he murmured, grinding slow circles over my clit.

Heeseung:"You say stop, but this little cunt is begging for my fingers."

Misu:"Heeseung, please... no."

But my protest came out weak, breathy. He shoved my panties aside with two fingers, exposing my slick folds to his touch. His middle finger traced my slit, gathering my wetness before pushing inside me knuckle deep.

I bit my lip hard to stifle a moan, walls clenching around the intrusion.

Heeseung:"Fuck, so tight,"

he hissed, adding a second finger. He curled them up, stroking that spot inside that made my knees buckle.

Heeseung:"Gonna finger this pussy until you cream all over my hand. You can fight it all you want, but you're gonna cum for me."

He pumped in and out, steady and relentless, thumb grinding my clit in tight circles. My hands fisted in his shirt, pulling him closer even as I shook my head.

Misu:"I can't...we shouldn't...oh god."

Heeseung:"Yeah, you can. And you will."

His voice dropped lower, lips brushing my earlobe.

Heeseung:"Imagine them out there, ears pressed to the door, hearing you try not to scream while I fuck you with my fingers. Bet they'd kill to see your face right now eyes rolling back, mouth open like a slut."

The dirty words hit like sparks, my pussy fluttering around his thrusting fingers. He sped up, the wet squelch of my arousal filling the tiny space. My hips bucked against his hand, chasing the pressure building low in my belly.

Heeseung:"That's it,"

he urged, free hand squeezing my tit through my top, pinching the nipple hard.

Heeseung:"Ride my fingers. Show me how bad you need to cum."

Misu:"No...I...fuck,Heeseung!"

My resistance cracked, body betraying me completely. Pleasure coiled tight, thighs trembling as he scissored his fingers inside me, stretching my walls.

Heeseung:"Cum for me,baby. Soak my hand right before they drag us out.Let everyone know I own this pussy."

His thumb pressed harder on my clit, fingers slamming deep one last time. I shattered, orgasm crashing over me in waves. My pussy spasmed, gushing wetness down his hand as I choked on a silent cry, nails digging into his shoulders.

He kept fingering me through it, drawing out every pulse until I sagged against the wall, panting.

Then—

We heard steps in the hallway.

Heeseung pulled his fingers out slow, bringing them to his lips. He sucked them clean, eyes locked on mine, smirking as he stepped back, zipping my pants up roughly for me.

I straightened my clothes with shaking hands, face burning, pussy still throbbing.

The closet door suddenly opened.

Bright light flooded in.

Rona stood there.

Rona:"The seven minutes are over."

I blinked rapidly, still trying to process what had just happened. My heart was pounding so hard it felt impossible that no one outside could hear it.

Beside me, Heeseung only smirked.

Like nothing had happened.

Like he hadn't just cornered me in the dark and made me forget how to think for several dangerous seconds.

I wanted to hit him.

Instead, I walked out first.

The second we stepped back into the living room, everyone looked at us.

Every single person.

Some were trying to hide grins, some were openly staring, others looked disappointed that nothing dramatic had happened.

I silently prayed no one had heard anything.

No one said it out loud, at least.

We both casually sat back down like normal people who had definitely not just been in a tiny dark closet together.

Wonbin looked between us suspiciously.

Wonbin:"You two look like you had fun."

My stomach dropped.

Heeseung said nothing.

He only lifted his vape and took a slow drag, looking completely relaxed.

I hated how good he was at acting normal.

Before anyone could question more, Rona clapped her hands lightly.

Rona:"I think we should stop the game now."

She leaned back on the couch.

Rona:"It's getting boring."

Kai immediately nodded.

Kai:"Yeah, true."

Others agreed quickly.

People were getting tired, drinks were half empty, some had already moved on to my PS5 while others were stretched across chairs and the floor.

It was late.

The party energy had faded into lazy chaos.

Heeseung stood up without saying anything.

Heeseung:"I'm using the bathroom."

Then he walked away casually.

I watched him disappear down the hallway and forced myself not to stare.

Now I was sitting on the couch beside Rona while everyone else talked over each other, laughed, drank, or yelled at each other over some game on the TV.

For a moment, neither of us said anything.

Then Rona spoke.

Rona:"Was something happening between you and Heeseung in there?"

I turned so fast it was suspicious.

Misu:"What?"

My voice came out too sharp.

I instantly tried to recover.

Misu:"What do you mean?"

Inside, panic had already started.

Did she hear something?

Did someone hear something?

Did she notice the way I came out flustered?

Rona shrugged casually, but her eyes stayed on me.

Rona:"I don't know. You two were really quiet."

She paused.

Rona:"And when you came out... you both looked weird."

I laughed nervously.

Misu:"Weird?"

She nodded.

Rona:"Yeah. Like something happened."

I looked away and crossed my arms.

Misu:"It was nothing."

Then I rolled my eyes dramatically.

Misu:"He just blew his disgusting vape smoke in my face."

That part, at least, was true.

Rona gave me a look like she wasn't fully convinced.

So I quickly changed the subject.

Misu:"What about you two?"

She blinked.

Rona:"What about us?"

Misu:"In the closet,"

I said, trying to sound casual.

Misu:"Did anything happen?"

She looked ahead at the TV for a second.

Rona:"No."

Too quick.

Too clean.

I narrowed my eyes slightly.

Misu:"Nothing?"

She shook her head.

Rona:"Nothing."

I didn't believe her.

Not completely.

But I also knew I had no room to push.

So I just nodded.

Misu:"Okay."

The room felt strange again.

Like everyone was talking, laughing, moving around—

But underneath it all, there were hidden things everywhere.

Things unsaid.

Things denied.

Things no one wanted to admit.

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BIG GIRLS DON'T CRY THEY COME⋆˚꩜.ᐟ

ꕤ｡˚⋆Jake x fem!reader

°˖➴Genre: Fucking your ex-boyfriend's best friend

°˖➴Word Count: 1,1k

°˖➴Summary: You and your boyfriend have been together for three years, but lately he’s been acting strange. So you went through his phone and saw that he was cheating on you, and you’re completely heartbroken. But then someone comes along who takes your sadness away your ex-boyfriend’s best friend, Jake.

°˖➴Warnings: infidelity/cheating,smut,rebound/comfort sex,explicit sexual content, emotional Intensity,power dynamics if I forgot smh pls let me know x

°˖➴Song: Right here - Justin Bieber & Drake

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I sat on the cold bench at the train station, tears streaming down my face, blurring the lights of the incoming trains. My ex-boyfriend had cheated on me text messages from some slut he'd been fucking behind my back for months. The betrayal hit like a freight train, leaving me hollow and shattered. I hugged my knees, sobbing uncontrollably, not caring who saw.

That's when Jake appeared. My ex's best friend, tall and broad shouldered, with that messy dark hair and piercing brown eyes. He'd always been around, cracking jokes during our hangouts, but now he looked concerned.”Hey, what the hell happened?” he asked, sitting beside me, his voice gentle but firm.

I wiped my eyes, sniffling. “He... he cheated on me. With some girl from work.”Fresh tears spilled out.

Jake's jaw tightened, anger flashing in his eyes. “That asshole. You deserve way better.” He paused, then grinned mischievously. “Remember that time he tried to impress you by cooking and set the kitchen on fire? Burnt spaghetti everywhere. I had to put it out with the fire extinguisher.”

A choked laugh escaped me despite the pain. “Yeah... he was such an idiot.”

“Exactly. And idiots don't deserve tears like yours.” He nudged my shoulder lightly. “Come on, you can't sit here all night. Let me take you to my place. We'll talk it out, or watch something stupid to forget him.”

I hesitated, but his warmth pulled me in. “Okay...”

He wrapped an arm around my shoulders, guiding me to his car. The drive to his apartment was quiet at first, rain pattering on the windshield. Once inside his cozy living room dim lights, plush couch, faint scent of his cologne he handed me a mug of hot tea. “Sit. Spill it all.”

I sank into the cushions, the words tumbling out between sobs: the messages, the lies, how he'd gaslit me. Jake listened, nodding, his hand resting on my knee comfortingly. “He's a fool. Girls like you shouldn't cry over pricks like him. You're too good, too beautiful.”

His words wrapped around my heart. I looked up, our eyes locking. Time slowed. His gaze held mine, intense, hungry beneath the concern. Slowly, he reached out, his fingers brushing my cheek. He tucked a stray strand of hair behind my ear, his touch electric, lingering.

My breath caught. He leaned in closer, his face inches from mine. Our lips met softly at first a tentative brush, testing. Then deeper, his mouth warm and insistent against mine. I melted into it, kissing him back, tongues touching lightly, exploring.

He pulled back just enough to whisper, “I will make you feel better than your ex-boyfriend ever could.”His voice was low, promising.

I needed him. Wanted him. Even though he was his best friend, the taboo only fueled the fire. “Please, Jake...” I murmured against his lips.

We kissed again, slower this time, savoring. His hands cupped my face, then slid down my neck, thumbs tracing my collarbone. My body responded, nipples hardening under my shirt, a ache building between my thighs. His tongue danced with mine, wet and teasing, breaths mingling hotly.

His fingers trailed lower, over my breasts, squeezing gently through the fabric. I moaned into his mouth. He broke the kiss, eyes dark with lust. “I want to make you forget him completely.”

I nodded, heart pounding. He shifted, his hand moving to my waistband. Slowly, deliberately, he unbuttoned my jeans, the zipper rasping down. I lifted my hips as he tugged them off, exposing my soaked panties. His gaze devoured my thighs, the damp spot on the cotton.

“Fuck, you're wet already” he growled, hooking his fingers into the panties and sliding them down too. Cool air hit my bare pussy, lips glistening with arousal.

He spread my legs wider, settling between them on the couch. One finger traced my slit, parting the folds, collecting my juices. I gasped, hips bucking. He circled my clit slowly, then dipped inside, one knuckle deep. “So tight” he murmured.

He pumped in and out lazily, adding a second finger, stretching me. His thumb rubbed my swollen nub in firm circles. I gripped the cushions, moaning louder, walls clenching around his digits. Wet sounds filled the room as he finger fucked me deeper, curling to hit that spot inside.

Pulling his fingers out, slick and shiny, he brought them to his mouth. He licked them clean, sucking my taste off each one, eyes locked on mine. “You taste like heaven. Sweeter than he ever deserved.”

The sight sent a fresh gush of wetness from my pussy. He dove back in, fingers plunging faster now, three this time, twisting and thrusting. His free hand pushed up my shirt, bra shoved aside, pinching my hard nipples. I arched, crying out, orgasm building like a wave.

“Come for me” he commanded, mouth crashing back to mine. I shattered, pussy spasming around his fingers, juices squirting onto his hand. He kept pumping through it, drawing out every tremor.

Panting, I reached for him. “Fuck me, Jake. Now.”

He stripped quickly shirt off revealing ripped abs, jeans down freeing his thick cock. It sprang out, veined and throbbing, pre cum beading at the tip. Nine inches at least, girthy. He stroked it once, then positioned at my entrance.

The head nudged my folds, slicking up. He pushed in slow, inch by inch, stretching my walls. I whimpered, feeling every ridge. “God, you're huge” I gasped.

Halfway in, he paused, letting me adjust, then thrust deeper. Fully seated, balls against my ass, he groaned. “Your pussy's gripping me so tight. Better than I dreamed.”

He started moving long, slow strokes, pulling almost out before slamming back. The couch creaked under us. I wrapped legs around his waist, nails digging into his back. His hips rolled, grinding my clit with each plunge.

Faster now, skin slapping skin. Sweat beaded on his chest. He sucked my tits, teeth grazing nipples, tongue lashing. “Take it all” he grunted, pounding harder. My pussy fluttered, second orgasm rising.

He flipped us I straddled him, sinking down on his cock fully. I rode him, bouncing, tits jiggling. His hands gripped my ass, spreading cheeks, thumb teasing my tight hole. “Fuck, yes, ride my dick.”

I ground down, circling hips, his shaft hitting deep. He thrust up, meeting me, balls smacking my skin. Tension coiled tight. “I'm gonna cum” I wailed.

“Cum on my cock.” His fingers found my clit, rubbing furiously.

I exploded, pussy milking him in waves, cream coating his length. He roared, flipping me onto my back again. Three brutal thrusts and he buried deep, cock pulsing, hot cum flooding my insides. Spurt after spurt, filling me up, leaking out around him.

We collapsed, his weight comforting, cock softening inside me. He kissed my forehead. “Better?”

“Infinitely” I whispered, finally free of the pain.

𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄃

BIG GIRLS DON'T CRY THEY COME⋆˚꩜.ᐟ

ꕤ｡˚⋆Jake x fem!reader

°˖➴Genre: Fucking your ex-boyfriend's best friend

°˖➴Word Count: 1,1k

°˖➴Warnings: infidelity/cheating,smut,rebound/comfort sex,explicit sexual content, emotional Intensity,power dynamics if I forgot smh pls let me know x

°˖➴Song: Right here - Justin Bieber & Drake

𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄃

I wiped my eyes, sniffling. “He... he cheated on me. With some girl from work.”Fresh tears spilled out.

A choked laugh escaped me despite the pain. “Yeah... he was such an idiot.”

I hesitated, but his warmth pulled me in. “Okay...”

He pulled back just enough to whisper, “I will make you feel better than your ex-boyfriend ever could.”His voice was low, promising.

I needed him. Wanted him. Even though he was his best friend, the taboo only fueled the fire. “Please, Jake...” I murmured against his lips.

His fingers trailed lower, over my breasts, squeezing gently through the fabric. I moaned into his mouth. He broke the kiss, eyes dark with lust. “I want to make you forget him completely.”

“Fuck, you're wet already” he growled, hooking his fingers into the panties and sliding them down too. Cool air hit my bare pussy, lips glistening with arousal.

“Come for me” he commanded, mouth crashing back to mine. I shattered, pussy spasming around his fingers, juices squirting onto his hand. He kept pumping through it, drawing out every tremor.

Panting, I reached for him. “Fuck me, Jake. Now.”

The head nudged my folds, slicking up. He pushed in slow, inch by inch, stretching my walls. I whimpered, feeling every ridge. “God, you're huge” I gasped.

Halfway in, he paused, letting me adjust, then thrust deeper. Fully seated, balls against my ass, he groaned. “Your pussy's gripping me so tight. Better than I dreamed.”

I ground down, circling hips, his shaft hitting deep. He thrust up, meeting me, balls smacking my skin. Tension coiled tight. “I'm gonna cum” I wailed.

“Cum on my cock.” His fingers found my clit, rubbing furiously.

We collapsed, his weight comforting, cock softening inside me. He kissed my forehead. “Better?”

“Infinitely” I whispered, finally free of the pain.

𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄃

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˖᯽ ݁˖Jungwon x fem!reader

⤷ ゛WARNINGS:

smut 18+,dirty talk,dominance,unprotected sex,blowjob let me now if I forogt smh x

𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄃

I sit in the passenger seat of Jungwon's massive car, the tinted windows shielding us from the outside world. He's live on Weverse, propped up against the driver's door with his phone angled just right to capture his face and upper body. Dressed head to toe in black tight long sleeve top hugging his lean muscles, black joggers slung low on his hips he flashes that signature smirk at the camera, reading comments and laughing softly. Thousands of fans are watching, clueless that I'm right here beside him, hidden from view.

My hand slips under the edge of his seat, fingers brushing his thigh. He doesn't flinch, just keeps talking about his day, but I see his jaw tighten. Emboldened, I slide my palm higher, tracing the outline of his cock through the thin fabric of his joggers. It's already thickening under my touch. I lean closer, my other hand mimicking a blowjob right in his peripheral vision pursed lips, tongue flicking out, fingers curling like they're wrapped around a shaft, pumping slowly. Up and down, twisting at the tip. His eyes flick to me for a split second, darkening, but he plays it cool, smirking wider at the camera.

"You guys are wild today" he says, voice steady, but his free hand grips the steering wheel harder. I don't stop. My fingers press firmer against his bulge, rubbing the head through the joggers, then I mouth the motion again head bobbing, cheeks hollowing like I'm sucking him deep. A low chuckle escapes him, but it's strained. Comments flood in: Oppa looks extra hot today! That smirk tho. He shifts his hips subtly toward me, cock now fully hard and straining.

I amp it up, unzipping his joggers quietly with one hand while the other strokes the air obscenely fist pumping fast, tongue lolling out to lick imaginary balls. His breath hitches, barely noticeable, but I feel the throb under my palm as I free his thick cock. It's hot and heavy, veins pulsing. He glances down, eyes locking on mine with a warning, but that smirk stays plastered on for the fans. "Alright, that's it for today" he announces suddenly, thumbing the end button. The screen goes dark.

Before I can react, he's on me. Lunging across the console, he pins me back against the seat, one hand snatching both my wrists and slamming them above my head against the headrest. His body weight crushes down, cock still out and rock-hard, smearing precum on my thigh through my skirt. "Jungwon, I was just—"

"Joking?" he growls, face inches from mine, breath hot. His grip tightens, bruising. "You think you can tease me like that in front of everyone and walk away?" His free hand yanks my skirt up, fingers ripping my panties aside. I squirm, thighs clenching, but he's relentless, knee shoving my legs apart.

"I was just playing," I gasp, but heat pools between my legs, pussy already slick.

"Bullshit." He releases my wrists only to grab a fistful of my hair, yanking my head down toward his lap. "Open your mouth. Show me how you'd blow me for real." His cock bobs in front of my face, thick and flushed, precum beading at the slit. The car's spacious interior gives us room seats folded back, plenty of space to maneuver.

I part my lips, tongue darting out to lick the underside from balls to tip. He groans, hips bucking. I wrap my mouth around the head, sucking hard, tongue swirling over the ridge. Salty precum floods my taste buds as I take him deeper, lips stretching wide. My hands brace on his thighs, feeling the muscles flex as I bob my head, hollowing my cheeks. Gagging slightly when he hits the back of my throat, but I push on, slurping noisily, spit dripping down his shaft.

"Fuck, yeah," he grunts, hand guiding my pace, fucking my face now. Thrusts shallow at first, then deeper. I moan around him, vibrations making him curse. My pussy aches, clit throbbing untouched, but I focus on him sucking, licking, swallowing every inch. His cock pulses, swelling, and with a guttural moan, he cums. Hot spurts flood my mouth, thick ropes hitting my tongue. I gulp it down, milking him dry with tight suction until he's spent, twitching in my mouth.

He pulls out, strings of cum and spit connecting us, but his eyes burn with hunger. We're far from done. "On your back" he orders, shoving me flat across the wide seat. My legs spread wide as he climbs over, joggers shoved down just enough. His cock, still semi hard, slicks up against my soaked pussy. One brutal thrust, and he's buried balls deep, stretching me wide.

I cry out, nails digging into his shoulders through the black shirt. He pounds into me relentlessly, hips snapping, cock dragging over every sensitive spot. The car rocks with each slam, windows fogging. "Take it" he snarls, pinching my nipples hard, twisting. My walls clench around him, orgasm building fast as he fucks me raw, skin slapping skin. He doesn't stop, driving deeper, harder, until I'm screaming, cumming around his cock, juices squirting out.

And just like that, he keeps going, owning every inch of me.

𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄃

── .✦ Taglist: @saebyeokk @dxzejake @lhsdoll

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˖᯽ ݁˖Jungwon x fem!reader

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smut 18+,dirty talk,dominance,unprotected sex,blowjob let me now if I forgot smh x

𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄃

"I was just playing," I gasp, but heat pools between my legs, pussy already slick.

And just like that, he keeps going, owning every inch of me.

𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄃

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F!CKING YOUR BEST FRIENDS CRUSH ࣪ ִֶָ☾.

.✦ ݁˖ Heeseung x Reader [OC Misu]

⭑.ᐟSUMMARY:

You and Heeseung are rivals from opposite teams who constantly tease and annoy each other, but hidden feelings slowly grow between you. After Heeseung takes care of you when you were sick, you started getting closer and you saw a softer side of him.

Things get complicated because your best friend Rona says she likes Heeseung, so you are trying to ignore your own feelings out of guilt. At a Halloween party, tension finally explodes and you and Heeseung end up fucking and spending the night together.

After the Halloween party, you couldn’t remember anything, so later that night Heeseung showed up at you apartment in the rain, standing right in front of your door.

.ᐟ.ᐟWARNINGS:

smut 18+,fingering,multiple orgasms,dirty talk,dominance,shower sex,nipple play,unprotected sex let me now if I forgot smh x

You will be playing the character Choi Mi-su (최미수) as an OC, and the story will be told from the first-person perspective.

Heeseung just stood there, completely soaked in front of my door. Rainwater dripped from his hair onto the floor, his clothes clinging to him as he looked at me without saying a word. We only stared at each other, the sound of the rain filling the silence between us. My thoughts were a complete mess, confused and racing, but somehow my heart was louder than all of them.

I wanted to ask him what he was doing here.

Misu:"Heeseung, what are you—"

Heeseung:"I'm making sure that you won't forget it this time"

Before I could answer, he stepped forward and kissed me.

My breath caught instantly. His hands came up to hold my face, warm against my skin despite how cold and wet he was from the rain. In one smooth motion, he pushed the door shut behind him, sealing us inside my apartment.

I should have pushed him away.

I wanted to.

I really did.

But I couldn't.

Instead, I kissed him back.

The second I did, he deepened the kiss like he had been holding himself back for too long, like he couldn't stand another second without touching me. There was something desperate in the way he kissed me, something impatient and intense that made my knees feel weak.

My hands found his soaked shirt without thinking, gripping the fabric as if I needed something to steady myself.

I said his name softly against his lips, barely able to breathe.

Misu:"Heeseung..."

Heeseung:"Shh,"

he whispered back.

Then his lips moved from mine to my neck, slow and warm against my skin, sending a shiver through my entire body. My fingers tightened on his shirt as I stood there, unable to think straight anymore.

I didn't know if any of this was right.

I didn't know if I should stop him.

I didn't know what this meant, what last night meant, or what would happen after this.

But while my mind was full of questions-

My heart was telling me something completely different.

That this felt right.

We couldn't stop kissing.

Every time we pulled away for even a second, one of us moved right back in like breathing without the other suddenly felt impossible. There were no words between us, only the sound of hurried breaths, the rain outside, and the quiet movements of two people who had been denying this for far too long.

Heeseung's hands slid around me before I could think, and suddenly he lifted me with ease.

A small gasp escaped my lips, but it was swallowed instantly when he kissed me again. My arms wrapped around him without hesitation, holding onto his shoulders as he carried me across the kitchen.

Then he set me down on the counter.

The cool surface beneath me contrasted with the heat rushing through my body. He stepped between my knees naturally, like there was nowhere else he was supposed to be, and kissed me again with the same intensity that made everything else disappear.

No talking.

No questions.

No explanations.

None of it mattered right now.

We both knew.

Maybe we had known for longer than either of us wanted to admit.

We wanted each other.

We always had.

Neither of us had said it, but our silence had never meant nothing. It had only meant fear, pride, timing anything but honesty.

As we kept kissing, Heeseung's hands moved to my hips, holding me there gently but firmly. His skin was cold from the rain, his fingers chilled against me, yet somehow every touch still felt warm enough to make my heart race faster.

I shivered slightly.

He noticed immediately.

His forehead rested against mine for a brief second, both of us breathing hard, our lips still close enough to touch.

Misu:"You're cold," I whispered softly.

Heeseung:"So warm me up,"

he murmured back.

The way he said it made my cheeks heat instantly.

Before I could answer, he kissed me again, slower this time, deeper, like he was finally taking his time after wanting this for too long. My fingers moved into his damp hair, pushing it back from his face as drops of rain still clung to him.

He looked unreal like this.

Messy.

Breathless.

Standing between my legs in my kitchen like he belonged there.

I hated how right it felt.

I hated how much I wanted it to keep going.

And most of all, I hated that after everything after all the fighting, the rivalry, the chaos it was still him.

Always him.

⌞ 18+⌝

I broke the kiss just enough to gasp, my hands fisting his wet shirt, yanking it up to feel the hard planes of his abs under my palms. Heeseung growled low in his throat, one hand releasing my hip to trail up my thigh, pushing my pants lower until his fingertips brushed the edge of my panties.

Heeseung:"Misu,"

he breathed, voice rough and edged with need, his forehead pressing to mine again.

Heeseung:"I need to touch you. Let me."

I nodded, words failing me as heat flooded my cheeks and between my legs. His fingers hooked into the fabric of my panties, tugging them aside with a swift motion. Cool air hit my exposed pussy, making me whimper, but then his hand cupped me fully, his palm pressing against my slick folds.

Heeseung's eyes locked on mine, dark and intense, as he slid one finger along my slit, gathering the wetness already pooling there.

Heeseung:"Fuck, you're soaked,"

he murmured, his breath hot against my lips. He circled my clit slowly at first, teasing the sensitive nub until my hips bucked up, seeking more.

Misu:"Please,"

I whispered, my voice trembling. My nails dug into his shoulders, holding on as he pushed that finger inside me, slow and deliberate, stretching my walls just enough to make me moan. He curled it upward, finding that spot that sent sparks shooting through my body.

He pumped in and out, steady at first, his thumb now rubbing firm circles over my clit. The contrast of his cold skin warming against my heat made every thrust feel electric. I rocked against his hand, my pussy clenching around his finger, greedy for more friction.

Heeseung added a second finger without warning, scissoring them inside me, opening me up as he kissed me again, swallowing my cries. His free hand gripped my thigh, holding it wide, exposing me completely to his touch. He fucked me with his fingers harder now, the wet sounds of my arousal filling the kitchen, mixing with our ragged breaths.

Heeseung:"That's it,"

he groaned against my neck, nipping at the skin there as he drove deeper, his palm grinding against my clit with each plunge. My body arched, tension coiling tight in my belly, every nerve alight from the way he worked me relentless, precise, like he'd been imagining this for as long as I had.

I came undone with a sharp cry, my pussy spasming around his fingers, walls fluttering as waves of pleasure crashed over me. Heeseung didn't stop, drawing it out, his mouth capturing mine to muffle my gasps until I slumped against him, spent and trembling on the counter.

He pulled his fingers free slowly, bringing them to his lips and sucking them clean, his eyes never leaving mine.

Heeseung:"Taste so good,"

he said, voice husky.

Heeseung:"But I'm not done with you yet."

Heeseung's words hung in the air between us, his eyes burning with promise as he scooped me up from the counter like I weighed nothing. My arms looped around his neck, legs wrapping around his waist on instinct, and I buried my face in the crook of his shoulder, inhaling the mix of rain and his skin. He carried me through the apartment, his steps sure despite the slick clothes clinging to him, kicking open the bedroom door with his foot.

The room was dimly lit by the streetlight filtering through the curtains, casting shadows over the unmade bed. Heeseung lowered me onto the mattress gently, but his body followed mine down, pressing me into the soft sheets. Our mouths met again, hot and urgent, tongues tangling as his hands roamed my sides. I tugged at the hem of his soaked shirt, desperate to feel more of him.

He pulled back just enough to sit up on his knees, straddling my hips. His fingers gripped the edge of his shirt, peeling it up slowly, inch by inch, revealing the taut muscles of his abdomen first. Water droplets trailed down his skin, catching the light as he lifted it over his head and tossed it aside. His chest was broad, defined from all those hours in the gym we both pretended not to notice on each other. I reached up, my palms sliding over his abs, tracing the ridges and valleys, feeling them flex under my touch.

Misu:"God"

I murmured against his lips as he leaned down again, capturing my mouth in a deep kiss. My fingers explored lower, dipping into the waistband of his pants, but he chuckled softly, nipping at my bottom lip.

We shifted, rolling so I was half on top, our kisses turning lazy and exploratory. His hands slipped under my shirt, pushing it up to expose my stomach, then higher, brushing the underside of my breasts. I arched into him, my own hands wandering over his back, nails scraping lightly down his spine.

After a few minutes of this heated makeout, I couldn't wait anymore. My fingers fumbled with the button of his pants, popping it open slowly while I kissed along his jaw. The zipper came down next, tooth by tooth, my hand slipping inside to palm the hard bulge straining against his boxers.

Heeseung's breath hitched, and he pulled back to look at me, a smirk curling his lips.

Heeseung:"Eager already, Misu? Didn't think you'd be this greedy after I just had you coming on my fingers."

His voice was low, teasing, but his eyes darkened with lust as I stroked him through the fabric.

I bit my lip, heat flooding my face, but I didn't stop, tugging his pants down his hips.

Misu:"Shut up and let me,"

I shot back, my voice breathy. He laughed, a rough sound that vibrated through his chest, lifting his hips to help me shove the pants lower, kicking them off the bed along with his shoes.

Now he was in just his boxers, his cock thick and outlined against the thin material. But before I could reach for that, he grabbed the hem of my shirt, yanking it up and over my head in one swift motion. My bra came next his fingers deftly unhooking it and tossing it away. Cool air hit my bare skin, my nipples hardening instantly.

Heeseung's gaze raked over me, hungry, before he dipped his head, his mouth closing over one nipple. His tongue flicked out, lapping at the peak, then he sucked hard, drawing a sharp moan from my throat. The wet heat of his mouth sent jolts straight to my core, my pussy clenching with need. He swirled his tongue around the sensitive bud, grazing it with his teeth just enough to make me gasp, then moved to the other nipple, lavishing it with the same attention suck, lick, nibble until I was writhing beneath him, my hands fisting the sheets.

Misu:"Heeseung,"

I moaned, my voice breaking as he alternated between my breasts, his hands kneading the soft flesh, thumbs circling the wet tips when his mouth wasn't there. Pleasure built fast, my hips grinding up against his thigh he'd wedged between my legs.

He lifted his head finally, lips shiny from me, and kissed me deeply, letting me taste myself on his tongue.

Heeseung:"You sound so fucking good like that,"

he whispered, his hand trailing down to cup my breast again, pinching the nipple lightly. But he wasn't done undressing. With a groan, he sat back, hooking his thumbs into his boxers and shoving them down. His cock sprang free, hard and veined, the tip already leaking pre cum. It bobbed as he kicked the boxers away, fully naked now, his body all lean muscle and heat.

I stared, my mouth going dry, but he didn't give me long to ogle. Reaching into the pocket of his discarded pants on the floor, he fished out a foil packet a condom. He tore it open with his teeth, rolling it down his length with practiced ease, his eyes locked on mine the whole time.

Heeseung:"Always prepared,"

he said with a wink, stroking himself once to make sure it was on right.

My heart raced as he turned back to me, his hands going to the top of my pants.

Heeseung:"Your turn."

He pulled it down slowly, teasing me. Then he gripped the waistband, pulling them down my legs along with my panties, exposing my pussy to the room. I kicked them off, now as naked as he was, my skin flushing under his intense stare.

Heeseung crawled back over me, settling between my thighs, his cock brushing against my inner thigh.

Heeseung:"Look at you," he murmured, his fingers tracing my folds lightly, still slick from earlier.

Heeseung:"So wet for me again. You want this dick inside you, don't you?"

I nodded, wrapping my legs around his waist, pulling him closer.

Misu:"Yes, fuck, Heeseung please." My hands roamed his back, urging him on.

He smirked again, that cocky expression that always annoyed me but now just turned me on more.

Heeseung:"Say it. Tell me how bad you want me to fuck you." His tip nudged my entrance, sliding through my wetness but not pushing in yet.

Misu:"God, you're such a tease," I breathed, nipping at his shoulder.

Misu:"I want you to fuck me hard."

His eyes flashed with satisfaction.

Heeseung:"That's my girl."

With that, he thrust forward, his cock sinking into me in one smooth motion. I cried out, my walls stretching around his thickness, the condom doing nothing to dull the sensation of him buried deep. He was big, filling me completely, the head pressing against my cervix as he bottomed out.

Heeseung stilled for a second, both of us panting, his forehead against mine.

Heeseung:"Tight as hell,"

he groaned, pulling back slowly, dragging his cock along my inner walls before slamming back in. The slap of skin on skin echoed in the room, mixing with my moans.

He set a rhythm, deep and steady at first, each thrust making my breasts bounce, his hands gripping my hips to hold me steady. I met him halfway, rocking up, my pussy clenching around him every time he pulled out.

Misu:"Faster," I demanded, scratching down his back, leaving red trails.

He obliged, pounding into me harder, the bed creaking under us. His cock hit that spot inside me over and over, sparks igniting with every plunge. Sweat beaded on his skin, mixing with the remnants of rain, dripping onto my chest. I licked my lips, tasting salt, and pulled him down for a messy kiss, our tongues mimicking the way he fucked me wet, relentless.

Heeseung:"Fuck, Misu, you feel incredible,"

he grunted, one hand sliding between us to rub my clit in tight circles. The added pressure made me see stars, my orgasm building fast. His thrusts grew erratic, hips snapping against mine, the base of his cock grinding against my clit when he was fully seated.

I broke the kiss to gasp,

Misu:"Don't stop I'm close."

My nails dug into his ass, pulling him deeper. He angled his hips, hitting even harder, his balls slapping against me with each drive.

Heeseung:"Come on my dick,"

he ordered, voice rough, his free hand pinching my nipple again. That pushed me over, my pussy spasming around him, milking his length as I came with a scream. Waves of pleasure rolled through me, my body shaking, toes curling into the sheets.

Heeseung followed seconds later, thrusting deep one last time, his cock pulsing inside me as he filled the condom.

Heeseung:"Shit, yes,"

he moaned, collapsing onto me, his weight a welcome press. We stayed like that, breaths mingling, his softening cock still twitching faintly within me.

After a minute, he pulled out carefully, disposing of the condom in the trash by the bed. Then he rolled to the side, pulling me into his chest, his arm draped over my waist.

Heeseung:"Not done yet,"

he whispered, kissing my temple.

Heeseung:"Round two?"

I laughed softly, tracing patterns on his abs.

Misu:"Give me five minutes, greedy."

We lay there tangled in the sheets for those five minutes, his fingers idly tracing circles on my hip while my breathing evened out. The afterglow hummed through my body, but the stickiness between my thighs and the faint scent of sex in the air made me restless. I shifted, propping myself up on one elbow to look at him. His eyes were half lidded, that satisfied smirk still playing on his lips.

Misu:"I need a quick shower," I said, my voice softer than I intended. Misu:"To... clean up."

Heeseung's hand tightened on my waist, pulling me closer for a lazy kiss.

Heeseung":Mind if I join later?" he murmured against my mouth, but I shook my head, slipping out of his grasp.

Misu:"Give me a minute alone first." I grabbed my discarded clothes from the floor, not bothering to put them on, and padded toward the bathroom. The cool tile under my feet grounded me as I closed the door behind me, leaning against it for a second.

What the hell was I doing? My mind raced as I turned on the faucet, steam starting to fill the small space. Rona's face flashed in my thoughts her easy laugh, the way her eyes lit up whenever Heeseung's name came up in conversation. She'd confessed to me 1 week ago,trusting me with that secret. And here I was, betraying her without a second thought. I'd just let him finger me to orgasm in the kitchen, then fucked him senseless in my bed. The guilt twisted in my gut, sharp and unwelcome, but it warred with the lingering ache of pleasure between my legs. He was under my skin now, and pushing him away felt impossible.

I stepped under the hot spray, letting the water cascade over my shoulders, washing away the sweat and remnants of our encounters. My hands moved over my body almost absently lathering soap over my breasts, down my stomach, between my thighs where I was still sensitive and swollen. The steam clouded my vision, and I closed my eyes, trying to sort through the mess in my head. Rona deserved better than this. But Heeseung... god, the way he looked at me, touched me. It was like he'd unlocked something I didn't know was there.

Minutes passed, the water pounding rhythmically on my back. Then, the shower curtain rustled, and a rush of cooler air hit my skin. Before I could turn, strong arms wrapped around my waist from behind, a hard chest pressing against my back. I gasped, but the familiar scent of him rain-faded now, mixed with the clean sharpness of my soap told me it was Heeseung.

Heeseung":Couldn't wait," he whispered, his lips brushing the shell of my ear. His hands slid up my sides, cupping my breasts, thumbs grazing my nipples until they pebbled under the spray.

I leaned back into him instinctively, my head falling against his shoulder.

Misu:"You scared me."But there was no real protest in my voice, only a breathy edge that betrayed how much I wanted this.

He chuckled low, the vibration rumbling through me. His cock, already half-hard, nudged against the curve of my ass.

Heeseung:"Missed you already." He turned my face toward his with one hand, capturing my lips in a deep kiss. Water streamed between us, making everything slick and heated. Our tongues slid together, slow at first, then more insistent as his free hand dipped lower, fingers parting my folds to tease my clit.

I moaned into his mouth, my body arching. The guilt from earlier flickered, but it drowned under the wave of arousal building again. He broke the kiss, nipping at my jaw.

Heeseung":Round two? Right here, with the water running over us?"

My mind screamed caution Rona, the complications, the fact that we'd already crossed every line twice. But my body betrayed me, hips pushing back against his growing erection.

Misu:"Yes," I breathed, the word slipping out before I could overthink it.

Misu:"Fuck me again."

Heeseung growled in approval, spinning me around to face him. The shower wall was cool against my back as he pinned me there, his mouth crashing down on mine. His hands gripped my thighs, lifting me effortlessly until my legs wrapped around his waist. Water sluiced over us, plastering his hair to his forehead, running in rivulets down his chest and over the defined lines of his abs.

I reached between us, stroking his cock now fully hard and thick in my palm. He was hot against the cool droplets, veins pulsing under my fingers as I pumped him once, twice.

Misu:"Condom?" I asked, even as I guided the tip to my entrance.

Heeseung:"Pocket of my pants," he said, but then paused, eyes locking on mine. Heeseung:"Or we could—"

Misu:"No," I cut him off, though the risk thrilled me in a way I wouldn't admit.

Misu:"Get it later. Just... now."

He didn't argue, thrusting up into me with a groan. I cried out as he filled me, the stretch even more intense under the pounding water. No barrier this time his bare cock slid deep, skin on skin, the heat of him contrasting the shower's warmth. My walls clenched around him, still sensitive from before, every inch of him dragging against my nerves.

Heeseung:"Fuck, Misu,"

he panted, starting to move. His hips snapped forward, water splashing with each thrust. I clung to his shoulders, nails digging in as he fucked me against the tile hard, relentless, the rhythm dictated by the slipperiness between us.

My breasts pressed against his chest, nipples rubbing with every plunge. His mouth found my neck, sucking marks into the wet skin, teeth grazing my collarbone. I tilted my head back, moaning loudly, the sound echoing off the bathroom walls. Misu:"Deeper," I demanded, locking my ankles behind him to pull him in.

He obliged, angling his hips to hit that spot inside me, the one that made stars burst behind my eyelids. His cock pistoned in and out, the base grinding against my clit on every inward stroke. Water made everything glide, but the friction built fast my pussy fluttering around him, arousal mixing with the spray running down my thighs.

One hand braced on the wall beside my head, the other kneaded my ass, fingers spreading me as he drove harder. Heeseung:"You love this, don't you?" he rasped, breath hot against my ear.

Heeseung:"Coming apart on my dick again."

Misu:"Yes god, yes,"

I whimpered, my climax coiling tight. His thrusts grew erratic, the wet slap of our bodies louder than the shower. I felt him swell inside me, the telltale throb that meant he was close too.

Heeseung:"Come with me,"

he urged, slipping a hand between us to circle my clit. The pressure shattered me my orgasm hit like a wave, pussy spasming around his length, milking him as I screamed his name. He followed with a guttural moan, burying himself deep and pulsing, hot cum flooding me in thick spurts.

We shuddered together under the water, his forehead against mine, breaths mingling in the steam. He held me there until my legs stopped trembling, then lowered me gently, his cock slipping out with a gush of our combined release that the shower quickly washed away.

I stared at him, chest heaving, as reality seeped back in. Three times. I'd come three times because of him tonight in the kitchen on his fingers, in the bed on his cock, and now here, raw and unprotected. The thought made my knees weak all over again, a mix of awe and that nagging guilt.

Heeseung turned off the water, grabbing towels from the rack. He dried me first, his touches gentle now patting my arms, my back, lingering on my breasts and between my legs with a soft kiss to my temple. I took the other towel, returning the favor, running it over his broad shoulders, down his chest, kneeling briefly to dry his thighs and cock, which twitched under my gaze.

We kissed then, slow and sweet, the urgency faded into something tender. His lips brushed mine, then my cheeks, my eyelids.

Heeseung:"You're incredible," he whispered.

I smiled faintly, stepping out to grab my pajamas from the hook a soft tank top and shorts that hung loose on my frame. For him, I rummaged in my drawer for an old oversized set that might fit baggy sweatpants and a t-shirt that would swallow his build but beat being naked.

Misu:"Here, these should work. They're from an old friend too big for me."

He pulled them on, the pants sitting low on his hips, the shirt stretching across his chest. It looked ridiculous and endearing, making him seem almost vulnerable. I slipped into my own pajamas, the fabric cool against my flushed skin.

He pulled me close again, arms wrapping around me as we stood there in the steamy bathroom. Another kiss, deeper this time, his hands sliding under my top to caress my bare back.

Heeseung:"What now?" he asked softly, eyes searching mine.

I didn't have an answer, not with Rona's shadow still lurking in my mind. But for tonight, I pushed it aside, leaning into him.

Misu: "Stay," I said simply.